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Me and Sara, Part One

  • Posted on November 21, 2016 at 1:48 pm

By Dirty Girl Sara

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2011 }

I know that I should know better but I just couldn’t help myself.

Ever since I was a college student, my eyes had wandered to girls. Not just any girls, but young girls. When I was working as a student teacher, my eyes would be drawn to young budding girls who were just sprouting hair between their legs and their breasts were nothing but small bumps on their chest. Their innocence only made me want them more.

Over the years I even seduced a few and brought them to my bed, savoring their soft innocent flesh and tasting their young ripe pussies that had never been touched before. Their little nipples would get hard and their bodies would squirm beneath my tongue and lips as I would do all kinds of wicked things to them.

The first time I’d been tame, controlling my sexual wantonness. She had been twelve with straight hips that hadn’t flared yet and bright red cheeks with the cutest smile. Her hair was sandy blonde and she had blue eyes. I still remember the taste of her fresh pussy the first time I licked and sucked on it.

She squirmed and moaned and begged me to stop, thinking she would die. After her first orgasm she begged me never to stop. She was a student and for a period of three months, until the end of the year, we had almost daily “lessons” in the private classroom at my house. Not only did she love having her pussy licked, once she learned how she couldn’t stop licking and sucking on mine. I can’t recall the number of times I came from her small young tongue and her fingers inside me. Her pussy had been bare of any hair and she barely had any breasts but she was a real sex machine.

The second and only other regular affair had been with a sixth grader whom I befriended at our school. She was a real treat and she had been easy to get into my bed. Having more confidence now, I lived out my fantasies with her and remember fucking her little cunt raw with a strap on dildo until we both passed out from exhaustion. Later on I lay between her legs and licked her sore red pussy, tasting all her juices as she moaned and whimpered in bed.

That relationship was a little more risqué. She would masturbate me and suck on my nipples while we drove in the car and many times we would have sex outdoors or in public places. The thrill of nearly getting caught only made our orgasms all the more explosive. I taught her how to lick and suck pussy and also how to fuck and she had been an avid student. We included one of her friends that she had seduced and before long we were having regular sapphic orgies, myself and two barely teen girls.

But then that all stopped when I got married. I never told John about my fantasies, or he would have flipped out. He was a good man and took care of me. He always told me how beautiful I was and I was never without anything I wanted. He really was a good man. But his cock just didn’t do anything for me.

With my lack of desire for male companionship, and him always gone away on business, our relationship quickly turned platonic after Sara was born. I was twenty-three then and John twenty-eight. When I did have to open my legs for him, I would close my eyes and fantasize it was one of my young lovers fucking me with a strap on dildo or her young tongue licking my clit. I was normally able to cum but it wasn’t because of the hard cock inside me.

Which was kind of odd because I still loved cock. I would fantasize of a big hard cock fucking me while I pushed a thick dildo in and out of my wet pussy sometimes. Maybe it was just him because I loved cock as much as I loved young girls.

Neither of us really said the marriage was over. It just sort of slowly came to a halt. I wasn’t terribly surprised or upset when he left and he didn’t seem to care. That was eleven years after Sara was born, and by then we both had other lovers. John had a coworker at his company who could keep his bed warm and his cock hard. Mine were younger but legally-aged girls who knew how to please and touch a woman. He knew I was bi and he didn’t seem to mind very much.

When he left, it was almost as if nothing had happened. Two weeks in Singapore and then a month in Hong Kong with barely a weekend before a long trip to Germany began to take its toll. Sara barely knew her father and didn’t even bat an eyelash when I told her that Daddy left to live somewhere else. The nearly pubescent girl merely shrugged and asked when dinner was going to be ready.

With John gone, though, my desires came back a hundredfold. John had been the primary reason why I stopped my erotic escapades with my students. Now that he was gone and I was going back to teaching it was like candyland for me. Without the worry of an overly conservative husband to catch me, and being around all these young girls who lived in a culture where sex appeal and hip clothes was the place to be, it was too much for me to control myself.

Soon I was masturbating almost all the time, fantasizing about seducing and fucking my young students, putting them on the desk in front of me and just sucking their cunts until they came in my mouth. Or holding them down and fucking them with my strap on doggy style while they whimpered and cried for me to stop. Or feeling them humping my leg while they sucked on my tits.

There were so many fantasies and so many girls. I started carrying a small vibrator in my handbag for the ride home and would experience several orgasms before I walked into the house on shaky knees. In the mornings my pussy would get wet just thinking about all the fantasies and ripe young flesh that would be there.

It was no wonder what happened next.

“Honey!” I called through the bathroom door. “I need to pee. Is it okay for me to come in?”

“Sure, Mom,” Sara answered over the sound of the shower.

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the steamy bathroom, then raised my skirt above my hips and pulled my thong to the side like I always did before sitting on the toilet to pee. I needed to go so bad I didn’t even think about my daughter seeing me like this. As I finished peeing, my eyes trailed to the steamed glass and I could see her form, making my pussy tingle. She really was a beautiful girl. I could feel that familiar tingle between my pussy lips as I imagined what she looked like naked.

We had always been open about our bodies and Sara didn’t even blink when she got out of the shower, exposing her lovely developing body to her mother. She couldn’t possibly even begin to wonder at the fantasies as I was having about her sexy form. Her hair was red like mine but she kept hers short, cut just at her shoulders. Her eyes were green, which I’m sure made all the guys goggle over her. Her skin was a fair color, almost pale but beautiful nonetheless, glowing. Her legs were long and well formed, especially her calf muscles from all the running and cheerleading that she did.

What really caught my eye were her private parts though. I tried to do so casually but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My nipples were getting hard at her budding tits and the large nipples on the small bumps on her chest. Between her legs, Sara was just beginning to develop some hair, bright red like what was on her head. Her hips were luscious, barely starting to flare. She was so young and innocent looking, just the kind of girl I liked to fuck.

Sara bent over in front of me to dry off and I nearly died of excitement as she inadvertently stuck her ass right in my face. It was all I could do to keep from licking her. Her cunt was so pink and ripe-looking my mouth was watering.

After a minute, Sara turned around and was still drying herself. My mouth was dry now from nervousness and my hands slightly shaking.

“Wow, Sara,” I said trying to sound nonchalant about it. “You really are turning into a pretty girl.”

“Thanks,” Sara said with a perky smile.

“Beautiful, in fact,” I said, growing more bold.

“Oh, Mom,” she said as she blushed, “you have to say that because you’re my mother.”

I shared a laugh with her. “No, really, Sara. You are a beautiful young woman.” After a second I added, “I would tell you that even if I you weren’t my daughter.”

Sara smiled at me and I warmly returned it, hoping my wanton need wasn’t apparent to her.

“Put the towel down and let me look at you,” I said. She had a kind of funny look on her face and I tried to disarm her, not making a big deal about. “Oh, it’s okay, honey, really. It’s just us girls.”

“Okay,” my twelve-year-old daughter said, looking away and turning beet red. Unsure of herself, Sara dropped the towel and faced me, looking down. I smiled to myself. My cunt was glistening in juice just imagining the sex I could have with her.

“Turn around,” I said in a husky voice, Sara not recognizing the sensuality in the tone as innocent as she was. She compliantly did so, showing me her whole body, her ass and her pert young tits. God I wanted to eat her up and fuck her good.

“See,” I said in a strange voice, “you are beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mom,” she said not sure what else to say. The moment started getting weird and I knew that I had a rendezvous with my vibrator very soon, so I got up off the toilet and wiped myself.

“Wow, Mom, you’re thingy doesn’t have any hair,” she said in an amazed voice. I stopped where I was, bent over the toilet and chuckled.

“That’s right, Sara, Mommy doesn’t have any hair there because she shaves it,” I smiled wickedly.

“You shave it?” she asked, unable to believe it. “But why?”

I shrugged. “Some women like it to be bare. And you can call it a pussy,” I said with a smile to her. “What do you call it?”

Sara blushed even brighter red, and I smiled and touched her shoulder to let her know it was all right. Her skin was warm and smooth. “I call it my cunny or my kitty,” she said, turning away, embarrassed.

She was so cute and adorable, I thought to myself.

“But why do you shave it, Mom? Why do you like it shaved?”

“Well,” I said, thinking. “It makes it more sensitive.”

She looked at me like she didn’t understand.

“Do you know about sex?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. I was silent waiting for her to continue. “Well, I know that boys put their thing, you know their dicks, inside a girl’s cunny. It’s supposed to feel real good.”

“That’s right,” I said with a smile. “And it does feel good. When a girl shaves her pussy, it can feel even better. Without any hair you can feel more. A touch can be more intense, stronger without hair on your cunny.” I grinned at her. “Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?”

“Sometimes,” she said, blushing again.

“It’s okay, honey,” I said hugging her to me. “All girls are curious about their bodies. Sometimes girls even touch themselves to see what sex could feel like.”

She looked uncomfortable, almost like she wanted to run away.

“Here, sit on my lap,” I said and pulled her down to me. We faced the mirror and I gently pulled her legs apart, exposing her pink cunny with just a tiny bit of red hair above her clit.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Sara asked, alarmed when she felt my fingers on her.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” I said in a low, sexy voice. “Mommy’s going to show you something.”

I then, silently, pulled her lips apart. “See that honey? That’s where a boy puts his dick when you have sex. Sometimes, though, a girl can touch herself there and feel extreme pleasure.”

I smiled when she squirmed on me and moaned lightly from my touch. I could feel her pussy juices already.

She was within my grasp. My heart pounded at the thought of virgin young cunt.

I ran my finger between her moist pussy lips and between the folds I could feel her clit. Just a light touch and she gasped and clutched me as she moaned. “Oh, Mommy! What was that?”

“That was your clit, baby,” I said with a grin. “That is why Mommy shaves her pussy. It feels so much better. How does that feel, baby?”

“It feels funny,” she said as her breathing quickened and her hips moved.

“A good funny?” I asked, tickling her clit, playfully.

“Yes, Mommy. A good funny feeling. It feels awesome!”

“Good, baby. Let Mommy show you how good it can feel.”

Holding her to me, I started to rub her clit, running my fingers between her lips every once in a while to keep them lubricated. Within a moment she was ready to cum, squirming on me. I licked and sucked her supple flesh, her neck and shoulder, which drove her even crazier.

With my fingers rubbing tight little circles over her clit she came, screaming out loud and holding onto me. I didn’t stop playing with her pussy. I kept up fingering it harder and faster as the orgasm washed through her.

“Mommy, stop! Please! It’s so sensitive!” she begged but I didn’t pay her any mind. I kept on rubbing her pussy-juice-soaked clit as she tightened up again. “Oh, Mommy! I can feel it again! It’s coming again! I feel like I have to pee! Oh, Mommy!”

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered as I kissed and licked her neck. “Let it go. Let it feel good, baby. Don’t fight it.”

“Oh, Mommy!” she shouted as another climax rocked through her as she clung to me, gasping for breath and squirming on me. “Oh, Mommy,” she whimpered as I held her tight to me.

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered over and over again, massaging the small of her back, soothing her. “That’s a good girl.”

After a moment, she had caught her breath and lay against me, drained from her first sexual experience. I kissed the top of her head. “How did that feel baby?” I asked

“It felt kind of weird at first,” she said looking up at me. “It felt like I was going crazy, out of control, or something. But then it felt really good.” She smiled. “Oh my god, it felt good.” Sara paused and looked at me. “What happened?”

“That was an orgasm baby. That was your first orgasm.”

I turned Sara’s face to mine and kissed her on the lips, gentle at first. Then as I held her, I slipped my tongue past her teeth and in a second we were locked in a kiss, our tongues playing with each her. Her breathing was becoming ragged again as her arousal increased and my body was downright aching.

“Do you want to watch Mommy play with her pussy?” I asked, breathing heavily.

Sara nodded silently. She looked awed and wide-eyed as I slipped her off my lap and slid down to the edge of the toilet seat and spread my legs wide, letting her see everything.

“See my pussy baby? See how wet it gets? You did this, darling. Your young sweet body made Mommy so wet.” I moaned as I slipped a finger between my pussy lips and felt my cunt muscles clutching my digit. With the finger nice and wet, I moved to my clit and started rubbing hard little circles around my love button.

“Oh yea baby. Watch Mommy play with her pussy. Hear how wet I am? Hear me baby? Hear how wet Mommy’s cunt is? Watch me play with me clit. Oh baby it feels so good when I play with my clit. It feels so fucking good!”

I was moaning loudly now as my hips rocked upwards as my fingers flew over my hardened clit. I could feel my orgasm building. “Mommy’s gonna cum. Mommy’s gonna cum for you baby. Watch me cum! Watch me cum! Oh, oh oh! Here I cum!”

My whole body shook and my eyes rolled back as I felt the mind-blowing orgasm take me over. I almost fell off the toilet as I lost control. I fought to continue rubbing myself, knowing that the orgasm would last longer if I could keep rubbing my clit. I wasn’t disappointed as it kept going and going, sapping me of my energy and sending me to another world.

After a few moments, I was half off the toilet and my eyes opened to see Sara staring at me, in shock at what she had seen. I silently caught my breath, slowly rubbing my clit and running my fingers between my pussy lips. God that was an awesome feeling, only heightened by my twelve-year-old daughter watching me.

As I looked right in her eyes, I lifted my fingers to my lips and licked them clean, sucking all of my pussy juice off of the wet digits. She watched in awe.

“Mmmmmmm,” I said, smiling. “Tastes good, baby.”

“Do girls taste their pussy juice?” she asked.

“Yes baby, they do,” I said with a smile. “Some girls actually like it.”

I gasped lightly and shuddered as I stuck my finger deep into my pussy and then held it up to her lips. “Taste it, baby. Taste mama’s pussy juice. You’ll love it.”

Not sure of what to do, she licked it lightly, kind of embarrassed.

“It’s okay, baby. Lick and suck on it.” She followed my instructions and soon was sucking my fingers like nipples, cleaning them off.

“How did you like it?” I asked.

“It was weird,” she said. “I never tasted it before.”

I lifted her to my lap and spread her legs wide open and she watched as I fingered her, running my fingers between her lips before pushing two fingers deep into her virgin cunt.

She moaned and threw her head back. “Mommy!” Then she opened her eyes and dutifully sucked my fingers clean, tasting her own cunt juice.

“That’s a good girl,” I smiled and held her close to me. “How do you like girl-love?”

“I like it,” she said. “How long have you liked girls?”

“A long time,” I answered. “Even longer than I had been with your father. I’d always liked younger girls, ever since I was in college. So sweet and innocent, so virginal. I could hardly control myself. Oh baby. You’re gonna love girl-love so much.” I smiled and licked my lips. “Do you want me to teach you how to love a woman?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she answered earnestly, shuddering at the thought.

“Good. Mommy will teach you everything you need to know to please another girl.” I pushed her off my lap and held out my hand for her. “Now let’s go to my bedroom.”

Continue on to Part Two