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Getting Big

  • Posted on December 31, 2016 at 1:01 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Mom, I think there’s something wrong…

What do you mean, sweetheart?

Well, see this part right here? Why does it get big when I rub it?

Oh, well, uh, that’s… that part of your body is called your clitoris. It’s supposed to get big when it’s, um, when it’s stimulated… if you rub it, I mean. That’s normal.

It is?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Does it hurt or anything?

Nuh-uh, it feels nice. When we were in the shower tonight and you were washing me there, it felt really good. So when I went to my bedroom, I tried rubbing it that way some more, but then it seemed like it was getting bigger or something, and so I looked at it in the mirror. Then I saw how — well, here, lemme show you.

Oh, but, um… I don’t know if…

Mmm, this feels really really good. But see, Mom? Look at it. See how when I rub it this way, it gets all big and fat and pink? It’s supposed to do that?

Yes, honey, yes, it is. That’s perfectly normal. Everyone’s, well, every woman’s or girl’s clitoris will do that when it’s stimulated properly.

What do you mean, properly?

Well, I just mean, in a way that feels good to you. That can be different for everyone. It’s just sort of a matter of experimentation, of trying different things and seeing what works best for you.

Okay. But, um, you said everybody has one?

Yes, well, every woman or girl has a clitoris. But you can just call it a clit if you want to. That’s what most of us do.

Do you have one?

Yes, of course I do.

Does it get big when you rub it, like mine does?

Uh, well, yes…

Will you show me?

Show you what?

I wanna see yours, Mom, your clit thing, and see if it gets big like mine when you rub it.

Well, I… I can promise you it does. But I’m not sure it’s such a good idea for me to show you.

Why not?

It’s, just, it’s… that’s not what mommies are supposed to do.

What do you mean?

Um, I, I don’t really know. It’s just, well, some people say… but then, people do say a lot of stupid things, and so, on the other hand, it could be that… I’m sorry, sweetie, I know I’m babbling, sort of thinking out loud, but you know what?

What?

I think they’re wrong.

Who’s wrong?

People who say moms shouldn’t teach their daughters about things like this.

Okay. So, does that mean you’re gonna show me?

Yes, I believe I will. Here, let me take off my panties first… okay, there, that feels better.

Mom?

Yes, honey?

When I get big, will I have hair down there too?

Yes, of course you will. You know that.

But, um, Kerie’s mom doesn’t have any.

She — what do you mean?

When I was the sleepover at her house the other night, I saw her mom naked and she doesn’t have any hair down there.

You saw her mother naked?

Yeah. She came in and kissed Kerie goodnight at bedtime, and she kissed me too. She just took a bath, she said, so she was still naked.

She was?

Uh-huh. But how come she doesn’t have any hair down there, like you do?

Oh, uh, well, that’s probably because she shaves it off. Some women prefer doing that.

How big do I have to be? How long until I get hair, I mean?

Um, that just depends. It’s different for everyone. For me, it started coming in when I was about 11, I think. That means it probably will be a few more years for you.

Okay. Can I see your thing now, your clit?

Mmm, ahh, yes… whew, it seems like it’s getting warm in here. Does it feel warm to you?

No.

It’s just me, I guess. Sort of a hot flash or something. Anyway, let me try to show you now. Here you go. Lean down now and look close. See it right there? That’s Mommy’s clit.

Will it get big if you rub it? Like mine?

Uh, well, probably.

Show me, okay? I wanna see.

Well, except, the thing is, honey, if I start rubbing it, I… well, I might get pretty excited and not want to stop.

What do you mean?

Have you…?  No, I suppose you haven’t.

Haven’t what?

Had an orgasm. Do you, well, do you even know what an orgasm is?

Nuh-uh. What is it?

It’s, um, it’s what happens when you rub yourself, or if someone else rubs you, or maybe licks you, and then—

Licks you?!

Yes, that’s, well, that’s one of the ways to stimulate your clit. For someone to do it for you, I mean. They can rub it with their fingers, or they can sort of lick it or suck it.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Can you do that with me?

Um, well…… that’s where I think we should draw the line, sweetheart. Let’s just do this. I’ll go ahead and show you how I rub myself, and you can watch me, and tell me if it looks like my clit is getting bigger, okay?

Okay, that sounds good.

Here we go. You can get down close if you want to. I’ll spread my legs, and you can watch.

All right.

Move in real close, baby girl.

Okay…

Watch Mommy now. Look at my clit. Watch what happens when I rub it. Mmm, it feels good. See how it’s growing, swelling, getting big?

Uh-huh.

You like watching Mommy this way, honey?

Yeah, I do.

Want to watch Mommy come?

What do you mean?

I mean, um, have an orgasm. If you want, I’ll let you watch me have an orgasm, okay?

Okay.

I want you to watch me, baby. I like it. Watch Mommy play with her pussy. Watch me rub my clit. Watch me.

You’re doing it fast.

Uh-huh. It feels so good. Mommy’s getting close. Mommy’s gonna come for you, baby. Want to watch Mommy come?

Yeah.

Watch me. Watch me. Look at Mommy’s pussy, little girl. Look at Mommy’s — oh god! OHH!! UNNHHH!! AHH!!!

Wow…

Ooohh, mmmm, oh my god, oh my god, that was so good…

You got really wet, Mom. Did you pee?

Uh, no, honey, I didn’t pee. I’m all sweaty now too, whew. But, uh, that stuff, well, it’s something else. It’s something that happens to women sometimes when they come.

It came out a lot. Made the sheets all wet.

Yes, I know. I can wash them tomorrow.

It smells good.

You like how it smells?

Uh-huh. But what’s pussy?

What?

You said ‘pussy’, play with your pussy. Is that the same as your clit?

Well, no, not really. Usually when we say pussy, we’re talking about the vagina, you know, the opening down here. But it can mean sort of the whole thing too, all of it.

All right.

You wanna see Mommy’s vagina? You know what a vagina is, don’t you?

I think so.

You have one too, of course, but it’ll look different from mine. Here, baby, let me show you Mommy’s pussy, Mommy’s vagina. I’ll pull my lips open and let you see everything. Do you like it?

Uh-huh.

Um, you know, sweetie, sometimes when I rub my clit, when I play with myself, I’ll push a finger or two up inside my vagina, like this. Deep inside.

Wow…

Mmmm, god, I’m so wet. I love doing this. It feels so good. I love to fuck my pussy.

Isn’t fuck a bad word, Mommy?

Well, yes, sometimes it is. Usually. But when you and me are together like this, privately, we can say that and it’s just fine. All right?

Okay.

Get down real close and watch again, okay?

All right.

You want to watch Mommy fuck her pussy, little girl?

Uh-huh.

Wanna see Mommy come again?

Uh-huh.

Can you, will you say it for me?

What do you mean?

I like hearing you say it. Tell me what you want.

Um, okay… I want to watch you rub your clit, Mom. And I want to see you, um, fuck your pussy. Fuck your pussy for me, Mom.

Yes, baby, yes, baby, say it again!

Fuck your pussy, Mom! Fuck your pussy!

Uh-huh, uh-huh, I’m getting close — watch me, baby, watch Mommy come!!

Fuck your pussy, Mom!!

GOD!! AHHHH!!!!

Wow! It —

Ohhh, ahhhhh, mmmmmmm…

Wow, Mom, you got like, I mean, some of that stuff got on me that time. It sprayed all over my face, in my mouth.

Oooh, oh, um, sorry, honey…

It’s okay, I don’t mind. I like it. It tastes good.

You like it?

Uh-huh.

You like how Mommy’s pussy tastes?

Yeah, I do.

Mmm, god, I… I don’t know, but I think maybe we should stop now.

Why?

You should probably go to bed now, sweetheart.

How come? I don’t want to.

Well, because I… I may want to do some other things with you, things that I really shouldn’t do.

Like what?

Uh, it’s just…

Please, Mom? I don’t wanna go to bed yet.

You don’t?

No, please, can’t I stay up? Can’t we do more?

Well, then, uh, all right, how about this? Would you like to show me your pussy again? Show me how your clit gets big when you play with it?

Okay!

Um, lie down, all right? On your back. That’s good. Spread your legs wide. Ooh, you’re so pretty.

Thank you, Mommy.

I love to look at you. In fact, can I tell you something?

What?

Well, you know you said how you liked it when I was washing you earlier, in the shower? The way I was rubbing you?

Uh-huh.

Um, see, the truth is, I don’t do that only to wash you, to make you clean. It’s also, because, well, because I like how it feels. Touching you, I mean. I love touching you down there, honey, rubbing your pretty pussy. It gets me excited.

I like it too. I wish you’d do it more.

Do you?

Uh-huh.

Mmm, all right, so… let me get down here close. I want to look at your clit, watch you while you play with yourself, okay?

Okay.

Mom?

Yes, honey?

Are you gonna keep rubbing yourself too? The way you are now?

Well, yes, I might just do that. You don’t mind, do you?

No, I don’t mind.

But right now, show me your clit, little girl. Mommy wants to see your clit. Mommy wants to watch you touch yourself.

Okay.

Mmmm, god, you are so beautiful.

Thanks, Mom.

Play with your clit. Yes, that’s right, sweetie, keep doing it. Ooh, I can see it growing, getting big. Do you like how it feels when you rub yourself?

Mm-hmm.

You’re so pretty, so sexy. Can I… I think I want to kiss you, okay?

Kiss me?

Yes, I want to kiss your pussy.

You do?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Mmm, such a pretty pussy…

Oh!!

All you all right?

Yeah, it’s just, um, when you kissed me that way, it made me sort of feel all funny inside. Like electricity or something.

Did it feel bad?

No, not bad, just funny. But I liked it. Do it some more.

Okay…

Oooh!! Mom, do it again!!

Mmm, I love kissing your pretty pussy, licking your sweet clit…

Do it again!!

Mmm, so nice…

Mom, it’s — Mom, I’m —

More kisses for baby girl, more kissing and licking…

Mom, Mom, Mom, I’m gonna — ohhhh!!!!

Yes, yes, yes, oh my god, you taste so good. Mommy’s pretty little girl, coming in my mouth.

Mommy, did I…

I think you did, sweetheart. I think you had your first orgasm.

Wow. It’s just… wow…

Mmm, that’s so hot. I have to — I really need to come again, honey. But, uh, I’m just gonna get up on top of you here, okay? Just like this. I want you to see Mommy’s pussy up close, when I’m right on top of you.

Okay.

Look at Mommy’s pussy, right in front of your face. See how I’m fucking myself?

Uh-huh…

You want to kiss me, baby? Want to kiss Mommy’s pussy?

Really? Can I?

Yes, honey, I want you to. Kiss Mommy’s pussy, little girl, right here. Kiss Mommy’s fucking pussy.

Okay.

Oh my fucking god, yes! Do it again!

Mmm, mmm…

Jesus Christ, it feels so good. Look at your pretty face, your little mouth, right on my fucking pussy. So hot!

Mm-hmm…

Will you say it for me?

What?

Tell me you want to kiss my pussy.

I do. I want to kiss your pussy, Mom. I like kissing your pussy.

Mmm, yes, do it again. That’s right. Oh my god, so nice. And say it again.

I wanna kiss your pussy, Mommy, and I wanna lick it too. It tastes so good!

Yes, baby, yes, baby, lick my pussy. Lick Mommy’s pussy. Lick my fucking cunt!

Your cunt?

Yes!

I love your pussy, Mommy! I want to lick your fucking cunt!

Okay, uh-huh, right there, don’t stop, keep licking me… don’t stop, don’t stop, right there, uh-huh, right there… ohmygod ohmygod I’m gonna come in your mouth!!!

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 66

  • Posted on December 29, 2016 at 3:00 pm

My Family’s Orgasmic Send-Off to College

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

It was Sunday morning, and I was granted my wish to sleep in since the next day would be my first day of classes at UCLA. I was so excited to be starting college! I was planning to study psychology, particularly as it related to sexual attitudes and their effects on mental health.

I had already decided my first big research experiment would involve whether or not early sexual discovery had any negative psychological repercussions. I planned to interview several hundred people over the course of a year to determine whether or not early sexual experiences had affected the people in a bad way. My thesis would be that guilt thrust by society upon a young person who experienced sex at an early age was more the culprit than the actual experience itself.

Of course, I planned to limit my thesis to those who sought the sexual contact rather than had it forced upon them. Rape is rape, and that would certainly have negative effects. Unwanted advances would likewise cause emotional pain, if not physical, and that would not be a part of my study. I was also planning to limit my study to females only, especially since they were looked upon as potential victims much more often than men. If I could show that there were plenty of women who did not see what happened to them as victimization, but saw it in a positive light instead, then I felt I would be doing a service for society. I might even get published one day!

I knew this research would not begin right away. I could begin the research once I had studied the scientific method in my psychology class this quarter. It was one of the things I was looking forward to most about the class. When I knew how to ensure reliability in my results, I could begin my research.

But this was Sunday, the day before my first class at UCLA, and I was allowed to sleep in, at least to a point.

It seems my family — which included Cindy, Jenna, the twins, and Danni, along with my mom and aunt — had plans for me that day. I had my first inkling that it would be a great day when I awoke to the feeling of being licked at various places on my body. I sleep on my side with one leg hitched up, and I could feel someone’s lips on my pussy attacking it from below, another set of lips on my butthole, and still another set on my left boob. The right one would probably also be receiving special attention, except it was mostly buried into the mattress.

As my eyes fluttered open, another set of lips moved to my neck. Then I could feel yet another mouth tantalizing the soft tissue behind my knee. Someone was also sucking my toes, and yet another was chewing on my butt cheeks.

I looked around to see who was doing what.

Mom was sucking my toes.

Jenna was licking my pussy. (I later learned they had drawn small slips of paper with a body part written on it to see who did what. Jenna had been, according to her, the lucky one.)

Danni was at my butthole, her tongue doing its best to drive me crazy.

Sophia was at my boob.

Aunt Emmy was kissing and nibbling my neck.

Sonia was biting my butt cheeks.

And last but certainly not least, Cindy was licking and gently chewing on the area behind my knees, as well as running her hands all up and down my legs.

I didn’t move, afraid that doing so would upset the balance, but I did let out a long sigh and mumbled, “Holy fuck.”

Mom stopped sucking my toes long enough to say, “Relax, sweetheart, and enjoy. We’re going to act as though you were going away to another town for school and make sure we send you off to college properly.”

Who was I to argue? I relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure party.

As I lay there, I thought of Lisa, the girl Deanna and I had sort of met at UCLA the day we registered for school. I wished I had her last name. It would make it easier to find her if she wasn’t in any of my classes or anything.

I imagined at various times that she was the one making my body feel so good. Usually, she was taking either Jenna’s or Danni’s place in my imagination — because they were on my pussy and butthole — with an occasional foray into the areas being served by one of the twins.

As my family continued pleasuring me, my juices began to flow as if my vagina were a faucet and both valves had been turned on full blast. Each member of my family knew my body so well. They knew exactly what to do and when to give me the most enjoyment.

At that moment, Jenna was obviously heading into the home stretch as she attacked my swollen clit with gusto. She was intent on giving me an orgasm, and she expected it to be one of the best ones I’d had in quite a while.

I could tell my body did not intend to disappoint her.

The throbbing began deep inside me, somewhere between my clit and my butthole. It seemed to build for nearly a minute before exploding into a climax that had me writhing on the bed. Every square inch of my skin seemed to tingle and vibrate. Delicious spasms rocked me, sending waves of intense ecstasy rolling throughout my body.

I could feel the orgasm in my toes that Mom was sucking. I could feel it in my legs and knees. I could feel it in my nipples and along the soft area of my neck. I could feel it in my butthole, and in the butt cheeks that Sonia seemed to believe was a delicious and delicate morsel of ambrosia, the food of the gods, that she could chew on and taste, but not eat.

I have no idea how long my trembling explosion lasted, but it left me weak and panting.

I was aware I still had morning breath, which might be why nobody had been kissing my mouth, and I desperately wanted to get up, pee, and brush my teeth. The only problem was my legs wouldn’t cooperate right then. I began to wonder if I was going to pee in the bed for the first time since I was a small child.

The memory of being a small child occurred to me at that thought. I saw myself at six the first time my mother and I had sex. I could clearly picture my little mound and how much it had brought me joy over the years. It was a guiltless joy, which was why I wanted to do the research I longed to complete.

I saw myself again at nine and my first time with Deanna. Then I remembered how daring I had been with her sister, Elizabeth.

Then I remembered the many times I had gone to work with my mom and enjoyed everyone there, not to mention how much everyone enjoyed me.

Then I recalled Danni catching Marie and me in the bathroom after we had gotten each other off in the bathroom stall.

My life so far felt as though it had been touched by Midas, turning into a golden existence so rich that I felt nobody deserved to be that happy.

But I was that happy.

And most of the people responsible for that joy were right there in bed with me.

I looked at them and did the only thing I could do.

I cried.

I teared up and the tears began to roll down my cheeks. Mom asked if I was alright. “I’m more than alright. I have this as my family,” I said, gesturing to the people I loved most in the world.

She understood then, and soon we were in this enormous group hug.

Finally, I managed to get up and make it to the bathroom.

It was the start of a magnificent day.

When I came back to bed, my family was just lounging around on the two beds — Jenna’s and mine and the twins’ — and I stretched out in the middle of my bed and looked at them, smiling.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Sonia asked.

I looked at the sexy eleven-year-old, sitting naked on my bed with a grin that lit up the room. Her slit was slightly open, revealing the wet folds of softness behind the outer labia. I pointed to her pussy and said, “That!”

Her smile grew even bigger. “Okay, you can have that, but what do you want to fill your stomach?” she asked, giggling.

“Oh, okay,” I said. “How about French toast, with strawberries, bacon, orange juice, and coffee?”

“Okay,” she said. “Who will fix that while Cheryl licks me?” she asked, causing laughter to spread through the room.

After a moment, Jenna said, “Okay, I will. I was the one lucky enough to draw her pussy, after all. I suppose I need to pay for that privilege.”

“Huh?” I asked, not understanding. That was when they explained about drawing pieces of paper to divvy up my various body parts.

“I’ll help you,” Danni said to Jenna, and the two of them left the room.

I stayed where I was and crooked my finger to Sonia. She clambered up to me and said, “Do you want me to sit on your face?”

I nodded. That was as good a position as any.

I lay on my back and she mounted my face. Spreading her legs to place her thighs on each side of my head, she lowered her bare, juicy pussy onto my lips. I immediately began to lick and kiss her, using my tongue to scoop her moisture into my mouth. I savored the taste of my adopted sister, along with the utter smoothness of her still hairless pussy. The soft labia pressed into me as I tongued her clit.

She was immediately whimpering softly in ecstasy. My tongue lashed back and forth on her clit, stimulating it up to a point of no return. She came quickly, which did not surprise me in the least. The twins were amazingly sexual, easy to bring to orgasm. I once experimented with Sophia and gave her seven orgasms in five minutes.

I realized I would have to include them in my study once it began, despite my foreknowledge of what they would say. Of course, all my subjects would have to be anonymous anyway, since they might admit to what amounted to illegal activities.

I was reminded again of the silliness of the incest laws, especially as it related to same-sex relationships. Boys could not get boys pregnant, and girls could not get girls pregnant. So what was all the fuss about?

As soon as Sonia came, Sophia was right beside her, urging her to get off my face so she could ride my tongue for a couple of minutes, which would be all that was needed to bring her off.

Sophia’s identical pussy lowered onto my mouth, and I proceeded to tongue the cute girl to a climax. When she came, she screamed, “I love you so much, Cheryl!”

Then she was replaced by Mom. I thought about the movie we made together, everyone on the set fully aware that my mom and I had engaged in mother-daughter incest since I was little, and equally aware we could do nothing together on film.

I planted my mouth on her pussy, and like the twins, she came quickly. I suppose the buildup of that morning had everyone close to coming.

Next, Aunt Emmy mounted my face. I tongued her with the same desire for licking pussy that I’d shown to Mom and the twins. She took a bit longer to come, but she still came before my breakfast arrived.

Cindy mounted my face just minutes before Jenna and Danni came back into the room to serve me breakfast in bed. I tongued her bare pussy, and she came even faster than the twins had. Later, she told me she had been masturbating prior to sitting on my mouth as she watched me licking various pussies, which certainly helped her reach a climax quickly.

Once everyone had been satisfied, or at least everyone but Jenna and Danni, I stopped to eat breakfast, but not before promising the other two I would do them when I had finished eating my breakfast.

Once I finished my bacon and French toast, Danni lowered her pussy to my eager lips. Jenna had decided to let Danni go first because Jenna had won my cunt in the drawing and because Danni had volunteered to help prepare my breakfast.

It took a bit longer to bring Danni to her orgasm, but she finally came and Jenna squatted over me. However, Jenna had mounted me facing my pussy, unlike the others who were facing the top of my head so they could watch me licking their juicy slits. As soon as I started licking her, she bent over and began to eat my pussy, just as she had done earlier that morning.

We engaged in a very hot and enjoyable sixty-nine in front of the rest of the family. I came before she did, but she reached her peak almost immediately after I finished mine.

We lay there together in the bed we had shared for the past eight years while the rest of the family watched. Everyone had her own hand on her pussy, except for Jenna and me, and I watched for a second until it hit me this would be the perfect ending to this little party we were having — at least for the time being.

I turned to Jenna. “Yeah, let’s join them. We can all come while rubbing our own pussies.”

Soon all seven of us had our hands flying on our cunts. We masturbated together to bring the first phase of this orgy to completion.

Sonia came first — again no surprise there. Sophia was right behind her. Then it was Aunt Emmy. I’m not sure who reached an orgasm next since I got too involved in my own self-pleasuring to notice who was crying out her release.

Afterwards, we all decided to get up and get showered to try to get a second wind. I was allowed to go first in the bathroom Jenna, the twins, and I shared. I asked Jenna to join me, and we soaped each other up, enjoying the silky feel of soapy skin beneath our fingers, but not going beyond that. The twins were next, and based on the squeals and giggles coming from the bathroom, I knew they were having their own sexy fun.

Later, we sat in the large rec room in towels that everyone knew were only temporary.

Mom was setting up a video for everyone to watch.

As we took our places around the room, she said, “Everyone here knows that our college girl has also begun a career in the porn industry as, well, I’d say as an actress, but she’s hardly acting in those films.”

Everyone laughed at that, but I said, “Hey, there was some acting involved as we set up the scenes!”

“We know,” Cindy said. “But your mom tells me that you seemed surprised when Bob yelled ‘Cut!’ and you realized you were making a movie. We all know the sex part was just you being you.”

Okay, they had me there.

“Still, my lovely daughter and her best friend since she was nine have made three movies so far,” Mom continued. “Scenes, really, but they are quite hot, if I do say so myself.”

“Are we going to watch them?” Sonia asked, a smile spreading across her face as she contemplated what my mom may be introducing.

“As a matter of fact, yes we are,” Mom said. “Starting with the one I was in. Now, here’s the rule. You can watch and enjoy the movie, but you have to hold off coming until all three scenes are over.”

Everyone clapped, smiles all around, and we sat back as my mom started the VCR, before saying, “I introduce to you the latest star of erotic films, Cheryl Leanne Taylor!”

We sat there and watched my three short movies, each just a scene that lasted about thirty-five to forty minutes. By the time it was finished, everyone but me had her hand massaging her pussy, though nobody seemed in a hurry to reach orgasm. I was enjoying the scenes, but since I had been in them, they weren’t as stimulating to me.

Nobody had come, of course, but with all the sex that morning and Mom’s admonition not to come yet, the need wasn’t exactly urgent.

“Now,” Mom said. When she said that, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning, I was surprised to see my best friend, Deanna, walking naked into the room. “For the part of the first scene that we didn’t get to make, Cheryl, Deanna, and I will re-enact that scene for you with all the sex we couldn’t do on film.”

I grinned. This was awesome! Mom, Deanna, and I were going to do a scene for everyone else, and I would be able to do everything to my mom that I had wanted to do in the movie we’d made together. It wasn’t the first time the three of us had been together for sex — not by a long shot — but this was different because, as Mom said next, “We will assume our characters in the movie, and take it from where I enter the scene.”

My pussy spasmed and I felt my cream begin to flood my slit.

This would be great! I would be able to perform for my entire family, and even Deanna had been in on it.

Everyone adjourned to my mom’s room, where Deanna and I got on the bed and positioned ourselves in a sixty-nine.

Mom yelled, “Action!” and the scene started, but this time it would be different.

I thought once again how wonderful it was that I lived the life I did. I was the happiest eighteen-year-old on earth.

Continue on to Chapter 67

Loving Lisa, Chapter 3

  • Posted on December 28, 2016 at 5:15 pm

By JetBoy

A week on from that incredible night by the lake, I was still getting myself off regularly to dirty fantasies of Lisa, and my conscience wasn’t nearly as bothered by it as before. By then, the lust I felt for her seemed as familiar as a comfy pair of sneakers. Of course, the fact that she’d invited me to fondle her to orgasm didn’t hurt.

What did disturb me was the thoughts I’d been having about my daughter Vanessa after seeing her in the nude.

Despite my best efforts, she’d been elbowing her way into my sexual reveries, her face — and that lovely bare bottom of hers — turning up when it shouldn’t. Like when I was stretched out naked on my bed, giving my cunt a vigorous workout and daydreaming.

At first, it was only images of Nessa’s naked body, thoughts of how desirable it was. That, I told myself, wasn’t such a big deal — like appreciating a beautiful flower, or an exquisite piece of art. It was the best excuse I could come up with.

But then Vanessa began to assume a more active role in my perverted imagination, and that was much more difficult to explain away.

It began one afternoon while I was taking a break from chopping vegetables, fingering myself on the living room sofa. I’d allowed my thoughts to stray away from Lisa for a moment to picture my daughter as she’d been when I spied on her — stark naked, shaking her pretty butt to the stereo.

Then my fictional Nessa turned around, met my gaze, and smiled. Hey, Mom, she said, casually teasing one of her nipples with the tip of a finger, take off your clothes and come dance with me!

That was when I came — slammed by an orgasm that ripped through my body like a tornado, tossing bits and pieces of me this way and that. I rode that storm as high as the sky, then slowly drifted back to myself in a tangle of damp sheets.

“Oh, hell,” I whispered, feeling the color drain from my face. Not good, I chided myself. Not good at all.

The very sight of my daughter had begun to affect me in unsettling ways. It didn’t help that Vanessa had always been casual about what she wore around the house, especially since my divorce. She never went completely nude in my presence, but her favorite nighttime wear was a t-shirt and panties, which she often displayed to stunning effect — sprawled on the floor, stretched out on the sofa, or padding through a room with that gazelle-like stride of hers. My eyes were drawn over and over again to Nessa’s pert little ass, and down the front of her t-shirt when she bent over.

Making the situation even more difficult, Vanessa had grown more physical in her affection toward me, far freer with her hugs and kisses. She’d taken to coming up from behind and wrapping both arms around my waist, purring happily as she nestled her slender frame against mine. As a mother, I loved it; as a woman with a newly-realized craving for underage girls, it had my nerves jangling.

Then there was one night after dinner when Nessa and I were watching some silly sitcom on TV. We’d just finished dessert — slices of apple pie — and she offered to take our plates and forks back to the kitchen and put them in the sink. I gratefully handed her my plate, then shifted my attention back to the show.

Moments later she sauntered back into the living room, came over to where I sat on the sofa, and casually climbed into my lap, twining her silken arms around my neck.

At first, I was surprised and pleased at such a loving display from my child. Nessa hadn’t sat in my lap for at least three years or so.

“Hmmm… what’s this all about, hon?” I asked Vanessa, cradling her to me.

I felt her shrug. “I miss sittin’ in your lap, Mom,” she insisted. “You’re all warm and snuggly.”

It was a lovely moment between us. But we’d already changed into our nightwear, and her presence in my arms, clad in nothing more than an anime t-shirt and panties, had that unwelcome demon Lust paying me a visit again.

Lifting her face, Nessa gave me a wry smile. “Hey… I’m not too heavy for ya, am I?” She punctuated her words with a few experimental bounces.

Putting on a slight grimace and rolling my eyes heavenward, I spoke in a strained voice, “T-too heavy? Oh, no, honeybunch! You’re — ooooff! — light as a feather.”

“Mo-om!” she protested, then giggled. “Don’t be a jerk.” With a contented sigh she cuddled closer, resting her head against my breasts. “I still love you… even if you think I’m a big ol’ fat hippo.”

I had to laugh. “Oh, Nessa, you know I’m only kidding. You’re nothing like a hippopotamus. Well, you did used to play around in the mud quite a bit, as I recall…”

“Yeah, back when I was just a kid,” she retorted. She gave my chin a clumsy kiss, then relaxed once more.

We quietly watched the rest of the TV show, but my mind was on other things — mostly, how wonderful it felt to hold my little girl this way. The softness of her thigh against my wrist, the delicate thrum of Nessa’s heartbeat, the mysteriously spicy aroma of her, that lingering image of my daughter’s nakedness… these things and more had my body pulsing with a deep, urgent need to love and be loved.

It would be so easy, I thought. First, put a hand on her knee. Gradually begin to stroke those amazingly soft thighs. Slip a hand beneath that t-shirt and rub her tummy, inching my way higher with each caress. Tease her nipple with a fingertip. Bend down and place a warm, lingering kiss on her neck…

It was too much, damn it. These twisted longings were doing my head in.

The credits were starting to roll, but Vanessa showed no inclination to get up. Finally, I gently patted her leg. “Hon, I need to visit the ladies’ room.”

“Mmm. Okay,” she replied, and slowly rose from my lap.

I got up and made my way toward the hall. Glancing back over my shoulder, I said “Be right back.”

“See ya!” chirped Nessa, stretching herself out on the couch. Her t-shirt was hiked up, revealing every inch of those long, beautiful bare legs. Another prickle of sexual heat unfolded between my thighs.

Seconds later I was in the bathroom, the door locked. Reaching beneath my nightie, I tugged a sodden pair of panties down and off, then lay down on the plush bath mat. There I masturbated, hard and fast.

This time the fantasies were only of my daughter, and I didn’t even try to distract myself with thoughts of Lisa. I was whispering, “Oh, Nessa baby, Mommy loves you, you’re so beautiful. Kiss me, sweetheart. Do you like this, Nessa, like the way Mommy is touching you…?” I was ranting, immersed in images of incest with my eleven-year-old child, rubbing my cunt until I went off in a convulsive orgasm.

Exhausted, both in body and mind, I lay on the floor of the downstairs bathroom, my stomach clenched in a cold knot of fear. My God, I told myself, I’m going crazy.

Desperately needing to feel like I was still a half-decent person, I fumbled once again for ways to excuse these feelings for my daughter. The best I could come up with went something like this: it’s just a fantasy, forbidden things are what fantasies are made for, it wasn’t like I’d ever try to seduce Nessa, eventually I’d get over it.

As arguments go, it wasn’t too bad. Only one problem: these were more or less the same alibis I’d made for myself when dealing with my lust for Lisa. And look how that worked out, my conscience said.

*****

It was about three weeks into July when I finally got to see Lisa again.

Vanessa had spent a few days with Bob — her father, my ex. I’d made plans for a barbecue with family and friends, and invited Bob to join the party when he drove Nessa back.

Our divorce, thankfully, had been an amicable one, and the two of us managed to emerge from the split as friends. Bob was a good man, but something of a straight-arrow type, and in the end, my bisexuality was simply too much for him.

I did enjoy having him visit — especially when I was hosting a cookout, because he could grill like nobody’s business. He’d designed and built the brick barbecue pit next to the patio, and his 80 Horsepower marinade was famous throughout our neighborhood. I’d already made him promise to mix up a few gallons of the stuff for the occasion.

I chatted with Vanessa the day before Bob brought her home, and she wanted to invite Lisa over to spend the night. They hadn’t seen each other for a couple of weeks, and Nessa missed her best friend.

Of course, I said yes.

*****

I was coming out of the kitchen and onto the patio with a gallon of marinade when Lisa made her entrance. Nessa raced over to her, shrieking, “Hey, LISA!” and they did a little dancing embrace.

Oh, God, she was as cute and desirable as ever. But most of our guests had already arrived, and I was busy being hostess and playing assistant chef to Bob as he worked the barbecue pit. So I had to satisfy myself with glimpses of Lisa — splashing in the pool, cavorting on the lawn, traipsing through the kitchen — doing my best all the while to make sure the party was running smoothly.

And the little imp knew I was thinking about her. Whenever I had the luxury of taking a quick glance Lisa’s way, I’d catch her eyes on me. She was good at it, too — her looks seemed just as casual and innocent as I hoped mine did. But in those brief exchanges, it was crystal clear to us both what we wanted. Somehow, I knew that if we stole enough time together, just the two of us, we would be making love.

By then I was on fire with excitement, almost certain that something thrilling was going to happen between us. But when Lisa made her big move, it caught me completely by surprise.

Whenever there is a decent-sized gathering at our place, I always get everyone together for a group photo by the pool. Having set up my automatic camera on its tripod, I herded the pack of friends and relations in front of the sliding glass doors that lead into the living room, then got them to pose as I readied the shot.

I hadn’t noticed that Lisa was missing from the group, but it certainly captured my attention when I saw her standing behind the glass doors, facing me and no one else. She’d changed out of her bathing suit by then, and was wearing a white top with a navy blue skirt.

I was just about to call her out to join us, but the words died on my lips when Lisa hoisted up her skirt to reveal that she was completely bare underneath — no panties, no anything.

Somehow I summoned up the presence of mind to hide my astonishment, fiddling with the camera while drinking in the sight of this young girl’s nudity. Lisa just stood there, stroking her tummy, her pretty pussy on display for me.

I wanted a good long look, but had to take the picture before anyone turned around and caught her. Taking a quick breath, I called out, “Okay, that’s good. Now, don’t anyone move! Big smiles…”

And another quick glance through the glass showed me that Lisa had turned around with her skirt still lifted, treating to a full-on view of her tight little ass.

Somehow I managed to set the camera’s timer and dash over to my place in the shot, heart throbbing like a jackhammer. Whirrrr, click — and I immediately stole a glance over my shoulder and into the house, relieved to see that Lisa had left the room.

The rest of that afternoon found me in a daze, doing my best to give a convincing portrayal of The Perfect Hostess. I mostly pulled it off, though Bob did jokingly ask if I’d had a few too many glasses of Cabernet. “You’re looking kinda flushed, babe,” he murmured with a wink.

Lisa kept her distance for awhile. Perhaps she thought I was upset, that her little indecent exposure stunt was going too far. But I suspected that it was part and parcel of her game of seduction. Because she was definitely seducing me, I knew that for certain… and with a level of skill that seemed impossible in a girl of eleven.

So the million-dollar question was: What would I do when she made her big play for me?

*****

I finally saw Lisa that evening, after the last of the guests had departed. Bob, bless him, stayed the latest, helping me clean up the party wreckage. We put the leftovers in the fridge, piled all the dishes and cutlery in the sink to soak, then exchanged a brief hug before he left, tooting a goodbye on the horn of his Lexus.

Making my way upstairs, I stripped and took a quick shower, where I thought about masturbating beneath the flowing water, finally deciding not to. If anything was to happen with Lisa that night, I wanted my desire to be razor-sharp.

I spent some time choosing my sleepwear for the night, but finally decided to go with the same t-shirt and panties combination that the girls favored. Just one of the gang, I thought, appraising myself in the mirror.

Settling myself in the living room with a tall, cool club soda, I waited for the girls to show, Sure enough, they came thumping down the stairs moments later.

“Heyyyy, Mom!” sang Vanessa as she entered the room.

“Hey, Ms. Johnson,” Lisa chimed in. She was all perfect innocence — a far cry from the bold nymphet who had flashed me not two hours earlier.

“Girls,” I replied with a nod. They’d changed into their nightwear, too. T-shirts and panties, what else? “Okay, I ordered the pizza — should be here in about an hour. You two want to watch a little TV with me?”

Their reply was overwhelmingly affirmative. Of course, they had to make a run to the kitchen for beverages first, but five minutes later, with me on the couch and the girls on the floor, we were settled in and watching an old Honeymooners episode.

I was hardly able me to take in anything on the screen, as I was too wrapped up in the sight of those two perky little bottoms, barely hidden beneath cute underpants. Nessa’s were yellow, Lisa’s pink.

Before long I was so filled with sexual tension that I went to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled down my panties and leaned back against the counter top. I was so hot and bothered that I was able to bring myself to a pleasantly shuddering orgasm within seconds.

After cleaning myself up, I decided, on the spur of the moment, to leave off my panties. The t-shirt went down to mid-thigh, so what the hell. Besides, the very idea of going commando in Lisa’s presence thrilled me to pieces.

It turned out to be an excellent idea on my part… for as I emerged from the bathroom, who should be in the kitchen but Lisa. She was reaching up to a cabinet on tiptoe, her pink knickers peeking out from underneath. Be still, my beating heart.

I drew closer, trying to sound completely relaxed. “What’re you looking for, hon?”

Lisa grinned back at me, eyes dancing. She knew exactly where my eyes had been. “I wanted a 7-Up.”

“Oh, I’ve got cold ones in the fridge.” I opened the refrigerator, and then a very wicked idea hit me.

Turning my head, I called to my daughter in the other room. “Nessa? Do you want anything else from the kitchen?”

A disinterested, “No, thanks,” drifted in from the other room. Good. She wouldn’t be coming in for the next few seconds, at least. Time enough to show Lisa that I could tease, too.

Hunkering down in front of the open refrigerator, I sensed Lisa backing away a step as I hiked my t-shirt up to my hips, fully exposing my bare ass to her. She gave an almost inaudible gasp.

The show didn’t end there, though. Reaching to the back of the bottom shelf where the chilled cans of soda were, I shamelessly thrust my butt up and out, knees planted far enough apart that Lisa was getting an excellent view of my cunt as well.

So there I was, brazenly flaunting my naughty bits to a girl of eleven, letting my sweet Lisa see it all. I felt the cool air caress my skin as I squatted there for a long moment, then slowly, casually stood. My shirt fell back down to mid-thigh, and I turned to Lisa, offering her the 7-Up she’d asked for with a knowing smile.

Lisa’s mouth was slack, her pretty flushed a rosy pink as she stared up at me.

I reached out, touched her cheek with my hand. “Gotcha back.”

She swallowed and her head moved slightly, turning my touch into a caress. A slow grin, teeth catching her lower lip, her eyes burning into mine, the passion in her gaze obvious as an apple. She nodded, whispering, “Yeah. You got me…” Then she turned and padded back into the living room as if she was sleepwalking.

My knees were literally trembling, I was so shaken by our little kitchen one-act. Had I really just done that, deliberately exposed myself to an underage girl?

I was frantically nervous, yet aroused. What am I becoming? Why am I doing these perverse things? Will I take this even further tonight? God, I so want to. I want to!

Instead of rejoining the girls, I lingered in the kitchen, struggling to decompress. My cunt was on fire, aching to be touched… and I’d just masturbated not ten minutes ago!

Okay, Roxanne, time to calm yourself. Think about something, anything else. Think…

Well, okay, there’s the heliotrope that I need to pick up for the garden, Laura said that it really flourishes in August. I need to decide which wallpaper pattern I want for redoing the study, too. Let’s see, what else — oh, hell, I forgot to reserve tickets for the theatre next week! And once that’s taken care of, I’ve still got to get an evening dress to wear for it. I’ll go to Errol’s at the mall to look for something. Maybe the girls would like to come along. Wonder if I could buy something cute for Lisa? I’d slip into the changing room, help her try some things, help her undress, kiss her delicious little bottom —

STOP.

I sighed. This was stupid… and pointless! All the mental distractions in the world weren’t going to keep me from thinking about what I wanted. What I needed.

I’d had a taste of sex with a girl, and now I was hopelessly addicted. No twelve-step programs out there for the likes of you, I told my reflection in the kettle. Might as well indulge yourself.

I took a deep, deep breath and walked back into the living room, back to the girls.

Continue on to Chapter 4

When It Goes Wrong

  • Posted on December 27, 2016 at 1:10 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I know many of us have enjoyed reading (or re-reading) Passing Cloud’s lovely erotic tale of girlhood experimentation, “School Memories.” It’s a terrific piece, one that I’m happy we’ve included here in the archives at Juicy Secrets. Of course, the author never quite finished the story back in 2014, leaving us to wonder what might have happened next.

In a comment at the end of the last posted chapter, Drod says: “Perhaps our three hosts here could make a collaborative effort, and continue the series?” That’s an interesting idea, though I doubt we’ll actually do it, given that neither Cheryl nor myself are very much into collaborating with other authors (JetBoy, on the other hand, has a long and successful history of doing so). Plus, I have good news — we heard from the author recently, and we’ll be publishing a new chapter in a few days!

Still, Drod’s proposal made me stop and think: If I did choose to extend “School Memories,” where might I want to take it? As I spent some time pondering the question, I realized that I’m actually not very pleased with the direction the story is going. I was much more fond of the character ‘Sis’ when she was an innocent but eager naif, rather than a budding dominatrix.

Of course, this is not my creation, it’s Passing Cloud’s. The original author chose to have the plot go that way, the actors evolving as they were. Many of our readers probably like it just as it is. But if I had been the one to write the story, I think I likely would have decided to go back and make some significant revisions before publishing — probably throwing out everything from about the middle of Chapter 3, where Sis says she wants to be “in control,” and starting over from that point.

And as I thought about that, I remembered the struggles I had in writing my own story, “Secrets.” I’d been working on the piece off and on for quite a long time, for four or five years or more, when I realized it was going wrong. I had taken the narrative in a direction that wasn’t pleasing to me. I’d made a mistake, and I knew I needed to correct it.

Anyone who’s ever done any serious writing has probably experienced this. It’s not a good feeling — to know that you have to toss out so much of what you’ve written, discarding the product of many hours’ work. Still, it must be done.

This is somewhat unorthodox, but I’m going to let you have a look at some of the material I rejected. Below is a long passage, about 3000 words, that I wrote down in a fever pitch of excitement. It’s fairly hot, I think, and it might be good in another story, with other characters, but it’s not right, at least in my opinion, for this story, for “Secrets.” You may feel otherwise.

If you’d like to compare what follows with what I eventually published, go to this point in Chapter 9. As you can see, they’re very different. Anyway, here is the section I eliminated:

Around 5:30, I served our dinner on a picnic table on the back patio. We had a nice time together, enjoying the food, laughing and joking. When they’d finished their burgers and fries, I gave them each a big dish of ice cream, and they really enjoyed that. They went inside then to play in Kerie’s room while I cleaned everything up.

I was in my bedroom putting away some of the clothes I’d washed earlier in the day when the two girls came into the room. It was a few minutes before 7:00.

“Mommy, we have a question,” Kerie said.

“Uh-huh.” Tossing the last two pairs of socks in the drawer, I closed it and asked, “What is it?”

Kerie sat on my bed. “Um, it’s about what we talked about earlier. About our game and about not talking to people and stuff. You know?”

I sat down on the bed next to my daughter and patted a space for Melissa to sit down too. “Go on,” I said.

“Well, since I already told Melissa about it, it’s okay if we can talk about it, right? Long as we don’t tell anyone else?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “If you two want to talk about it, that’s fine. Just be sure you keep it only between yourselves though.”

“Yeah,” said Kerie, “and, um, since I already told Melissa about it, and since you know that she already knows about our game, would it be okay if I showed her how we do it?”

I frowned. “What do you mean, showed her?”

“I want to let her see. I wanna show her how I do it with you.”

I was completely taken aback. I didn’t know what to say.

“Please, Mommy?” Kerie begged. “She won’t tell anyone. She promised.”

I felt in a daze. The little game I’d started playing with my daughter just a few weeks earlier was now threatening to become an open sexual display — for the benefit of a 9-year-old girl!

“Please, Mommy?” She had her hands on my legs.

I was wearing cutoff jeans that left most of my thighs bare. My thin short-sleeve sweatshirt did nothing to conceal my braless nipples, which were now standing erect. Kerie’s risqué proposal may have caught me by surprise, but it was also exciting me tremendously.

I pretended to want to refuse, however. “No, honey, really I don’t think we should do anything like that. Our game is just for us. It’s private.”

My daughter slid a hand underneath my sweatshirt, reaching up to fondle one of my nipples. She could see the evidence of my arousal, and she knew what it meant.

I took her hand in mine and pulled it away. “Stop that, Kerie, it’s not polite.”

But I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her to continue, and to do even more. I loved having her touch me that way. I even liked having her do it in front of another little girl — maybe especially in front of another little girl.

I looked at Melissa. Her big blue eyes were sparkling, her pretty face shining with interest and curiosity.

And it seemed that my daughter could tell, whether from the tentative tone of my voice or perhaps from my body language, that I did not really mean it when I told her to stop.

She began to pull my sweatshirt up. “I wanna show Melissa how your nipples get big.”

This time I did not take her hand away. I allowed her to lift up my top, revealing my breasts. I raised my arms and let Kerie pull the sweatshirt all the way off. I sat quietly on the bed between the two little girls, and I let my daughter touch me.

“See?” she said to Melissa. “Look how big they get.”

She fingered my nipples, using both hands. Already erect, they grew even longer and harder.

“Do your mom’s nipples get like that?” Kerie asked.

“Sometimes,” answered Melissa, “like when she gets out of the shower.”

“But you’ve never touched ‘em, right?”

“Uh-uh. Not like that.”

Kerie was playing with my nipples, gently tugging at them and twisting them between her fingers. It was making me very wet.

“Do you want to touch them?” she asked Melissa.

“Okay.”

Now I really knew I should stop them. It just wasn’t right for a grown woman, an adult, to engage in sexual activities with children. I should never allow this 9-year-old girl to touch my nipples. But I did.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I felt Melissa’s little hands on my breasts.

“See,” Kerie said, “she likes it.”

Melissa not only fingered my nipples, but extended her hands to caress the sensitive skin around them. Her hands were too small to cover my breasts completely, but she held them and gently squeezed them.

“They’re really nice.” This was the first thing she’d said to me since they came into my room. “I like your tits a lot, Ms. Gregory.”

“Thank you, honey.” My voice was thick with arousal.

My daughter began to undo the buttons and the zipper on my shorts. I didn’t stop her. She tugged the shorts down my legs. Now I was wearing only a pair of blue cotton panties. In the center of the panties was a large dark spot, where my dripping pussy had made them wet.

“Look,” Kerie pointed. “When my mom gets excited, she gets wet like that. Your mom probably does too, when she, um, masturbates. Can you see how wet my mom’s undies are?”

“Yeah,” breathed Melissa, bending her head down between my legs to stare at me.

Kerie was wearing a long yellow t-shirt over a pair of flowered leggings. She suddenly pulled the t-shirt over her head and off.

Grinning, my daughter pointed at her flat chest. “I don’t have any boobies at all yet.”

Then she looked at Melissa. “But you do. Show my mom your little boobies.”

“Okay.”

The little girl lifted up her tank top, letting me see her small breast bumps. She looked down at them. “I hope they get bigger. My mom’s aren’t very big, though.”

She looked at my tits again. “I like yours, Ms. Gregory.” And she put her hands on them once more.

I inhaled sharply.

My pussy was tingling, my erect nipples throbbing with desire. The combination of being naked, or nearly naked, in front of the two girls, then seeing this lovely child’s tiny little titties, and having her hands on my breasts, was driving me wild.

“Take your shirt off,” Kerie told Melissa.

After the girl did, my daughter asked her, “Do you have any hair yet, down there?”

Without waiting for an answer, Kerie pulled her leggings down below her hips and tugged her panties down too, letting us see her hairless crotch. “I don’t.”

Melissa smiled as she looked at her friend’s smooth slit. Then she got off the bed and opened her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. She pulled her panties down too, to her knees, and proudly displayed her pussy to us. “I started getting some a little while ago.”

Whatever she had was still so sparse that from where I was sitting, which was only two feet away, I could barely see it. It seemed more like light brown peach fuzz than actual pubic hair.

“Cool.” Kerie stepped closer to admire Melissa’s evidence of maturity. Then, as she sat down on the floor to finish pulling off her leggings and panties, she said, “Take off your undies too.”

When they were both naked, they climbed up on the bed beside me.

“Mommy, move over there and put your head on the pillow.”

I did as my daughter instructed. Then she knelt between my legs and started tugging on my panties. I lifted my hips to allow her to remove them.

Holding the blue cotton panties in her hands, Kerie commented, “Look how wet they are inside.” Both she and Melissa touched the dark spot, feeling the sticky wetness on their fingers.

Kerie pushed my thighs apart, then laid on top of me. I put my hands on her little bottom. Her skin felt warm.

“Come over close so you can watch us better,” she said to Melissa.

And then, with a barely pubescent 9-year-old girl sitting naked at my side, another girl, my not yet pubescent 8-year-old daughter, began moving her naked body against mine, showing the other girl the ‘game’ we played, showing her how she could fuck her mommy and make her come.

It took me longer than usual to climax. I was nervous about having Melissa there with us, although at the same time I was also very excited by it. But instead of being able to concentrate solely on the sensations that Kerie’s body was bringing me as she thrust her little pubis against mine, I kept glancing over at Melissa to see how she was reacting.

She was wide-eyed, as might be expected, but she also showed some definite signs of arousal. One hand was at her tiny breasts, gently squeezing them, and the other was between her legs. I wasn’t sure if she was old enough yet to masturbate, but she seemed to have the right idea.

The girl’s eyes kept going from my tits, to my face, to my tits, to my legs and Kerie’s bottom as we moved together, and then back to my tits. She seemed to love seeing the way my breasts would jiggle each time my daughter pushed against me.

The distraction of having another girl there watching us delayed my orgasm, but it certainly didn’t prevent it.

Kerie kept moving on me, up and down, faster and faster. But she could sense, perhaps, that I needed a little extra stimulation, so she put her little hands on my tits and began squeezing my erect nipples, while at the same time, she said, “Mommy, I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you with my pussy, Mommy. Do you like it when I fuck you, Mommy?”

Hearing that really made Melissa’s eyes go wide.

When Kerie grabbed my tits that way, it surprised me, and her vulgar language stunned me for a moment, but my shock changed almost immediately to excitement. Yes, I loved it when she fucked me! And I loved having her hands on me! Yes, I wanted her to make me come! Make me come right in front of Melissa!!

I started to say those things to her, but before I could utter a word, a huge orgasm overtook me. It seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Without warning, my whole body was contracting in, then exploding out, then doing the same again. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt—

—and someone was crying out, screaming. I had a vague idea that it might be me, but everything all around was dark or foggy, no, it was red and steamy, no, white hot, burning, ah, now it was black and smooth and oh so sexy.

Minutes passed, I don’t know how many, until I came back to my senses and found myself laying on my back in my bed, naked and sweating. My legs were flung wide apart and my pussy was dripping wet. There were two little girls with me, both nude, Melissa on one side, Kerie on the other. They were looking at me and smiling.

As I opened my eyes and glanced around, taking in the scene, my daughter leaned over to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “Was that a nice one, Mommy?”

“It was — oh my god, I hope I didn’t scare you, Melissa.” I put my hand on the girl’s knee.

“Uh-uh,” she said. “It was awesome.”

“Yes, it was,” I grinned. “Awesome is a good word for it. Wow.”

I looked up at Kerie. “It was definitely a nice one, sweetheart. A big one.”

“It’s called an orgasm,” said Kerie to Melissa.

“I know that,” answered the girl, slightly peeved.

“There’s another way I can do it with her too,” Kerie went on, “make her come, I mean. Do you want me to do that now, Mommy?”

“Do what, honey?” I shook my head a little, trying to clear the post-orgasmic haze.

“Make you come with my hand, with my fingers inside you.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I —”

But my daughter did not wait for my consent. Before I knew it, she was down between my legs, spreading my pussy lips apart.

I meant to object. I meant to stop her from doing this in front of Melissa, but when she started rubbing my clit as she slowly slid a finger into my vagina, it felt so incredibly good that I could not find the will to protest.

Taking my breasts in my hands and gently massaging them, I closed my eyes to focus on the intoxicating physical sensations as my body responded shamelessly to Kerie’s touch. I felt laden with moisture and warmed all through, like a sponge dipped in a hot bath. I knew my pussy was dripping wet. It made it easy for her to put another finger inside me and begin fucking me harder.

I raised my knees, opening my thighs as wide as I could. I lifted my pelvis from the bed, offering my cunt to my daughter. As I pinched my nipples between my fingers, I felt a climax beginning to build.

“That’s right, baby, fuck Mommy,” I heard myself say. “Fuck’s Mommy’s pussy with your finger, and make me come.”

Kerie grinned at Melissa. “See how much she likes it?”

“Wow.” The other little girl was kneeling next to my daughter between my legs. They were both staring at my wet cunt.

“You want to watch, Melissa?” I asked. “You want to watch me come while Kerie fucks me with her fingers?”

She nodded eagerly.

Kerie put two fingers inside me and pressed them in deep as she continued rubbing my clit with her other hand.

I closed my eyes and squeezed my nipples. “Oh god it feels so good. I’m gonna come on your hand, baby.” I was very close to another climax.

Then I made myself open my eyes again. I wanted to see this, to fully understand and accept exactly what was happening.

My daughter, my 8-year-old little girl, had her fingers in my vagina and was moving them in and out, intent on giving me an orgasm — while her best friend, a cute little 9-year-old girl, was watching intently.

I was having sex, lesbian sex, with a minor, and not just any minor, but my own child. It was incest, and I loved it.

“God, fuck me, Kerie,” I urged, “fuck me hard and make me come!”

And with those words, I did begin to come.

I think I must have squirted, which is very unusual for me. I know that when I finished I was much wetter between my legs than I normally am, and Kerie’s hand was literally dripping with my fluids.

“Oh my god,” exclaimed Melissa.

“You wanna try it?” Kerie asked the girl.

“Really? Can I?”

“Sure. Here, I’ll show you how.”

Melissa bent down, very close to my pussy.

I was still short of breath after my orgasm, but I tried to object. “No, Kerie, we shouldn’t. Not without…”

I was about to say, ‘not without her mother’s permission’, until then I realized how absurd that would sound. What mother would allow a 9 year-old girl to put her finger in a woman’s pussy?!

So, I just laid back, spread my thighs wider apart, and let it happen.

“Put one hand up here.” Kerie was showing her friend how to stimulate my clit. “And rub like this.”

I’d barely come down from one climax and now they were trying to give me another.

“You have to make sure she’s open all the way, so push her apart like this.” My daughter was separating my labia. “Then rub your finger in here, so it gets really wet and slippery, and then just slide it inside. See where that hole is? That’s her vagina.”

“This is so awesome,” I heard Melissa say.

Then I felt a finger pressing inside me. I groaned. “Push it in further,” I whispered.

Melissa was just a tiny girl, barely four feet tall. Even though she was six months older than my daughter, she was shorter than Kerie, so her little fingers weren’t very long at all. But it still felt so nice to have her reaching up inside me, probing my cunt, exploring my hot wet sex.

“Oh god yes goddamn yes fuck me, fuck my cunt,” I whispered.

The child began moving her finger in and out.

“That’s right,” instructed Kerie, “and you can put another finger inside now.”

I wondered what Rose, Melissa’s mother would think, if she could see us now. Of course, right at this moment Rose Harper was hopefully being fucked by my own sister, so she might have other things on her mind. God, I love having sex, I thought. Especially sex with little girls, like these two.

Melissa was eagerly fucking me with one hand while her other hand massaged my clit, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

“What?” asked Kerie.

“Melissa, kiss me down there,” I said. “Kiss my pussy.”

“Okay.”

The child put her mouth down to my sex and began kissing me. That was all I needed. I came again, loudly and wetly.

When I recovered, I looked down between my legs and saw that the two girls were taking turns rubbing their hands inside my slit to get them wet with my juices, and then they were tasting me, licking and sucking their fingers.

“Do you like it? It tastes good, right?” asked Kerie.

“Mm-hmm,” Melissa answered, nodding as she sucked on her fingers.

It was the hottest, naughtiest, sexiest night of my life.

“What else do you want to do?” I heard Kerie say.

“Can I touch her tits again?” asked Melissa.

“Sure.”

My daughter had apparently taken ownership of my body, and was offering it as a sexual playground to her little friend. Of course, I didn’t mind, I didn’t mind at all.

They moved up by my chest, one girl on either side of me.

“I like your tits, Ms. Gregory,” Melissa said.

“Call me Shelly,” I muttered, still in a post-climactic daze.

That made them giggle.

“She likes it when you touch ‘em,” Kerie said. Her hands were on my breast. “Rub the nipple and make it hard.”

Melissa’s hands were now on my other breast.

“You can suck on them too,” I told them.

Along with ownership of my body, I’d apparently lost possession of my senses as well. I was saying things I never would have allowed myself to say in a normal state of mind.

“Really, Mommy?” asked my daughter.

“Yes, suck my nipples. Both of you.”

And they did. The girls each latched onto a nipple and began sucking like babies. I closed my eyes, relishing all the wonderful sensations as I slid a hand between my legs, massaging my clit.

We went on this way for a while, until Kerie said to Melissa, with a grin, “You want to try fucking her?”

“With my fingers again?”

“No, with your whole body, like I did before.”

“Oh! Really? Can I?”

“Of course you can. Mommy loves it!”

 

That’s about as far as I got before deciding I wasn’t happy with all this. Sure, it’s arousing as hell, to me anyway, but it doesn’t seem to fit within the story I was intending to write.

The segment posted above gives Kerie a completely different personality, much too knowing and too bossy. It also gives Melissa undue prominence, making her a major character when what I really wanted at the time was to shift the emphasis back to Valerie and her family. So, I decided this had to go. (I didn’t entirely delete it, however, or you wouldn’t be able to see it now; instead, I created a duplicate copy of the story and made my revisions there, keeping this just in case I ever changed my mind and wanted to go back to it.)

This is how the process of writing works, in my experience. It’s not often I will throw out as much as I did in this case, but it’s certainly not unusual for me to delete several paragraphs or even a couple of pages and start over again if I think I’ve gone wrong. Of course, I hate to admit, even to myself, that I’ve wasted time writing something I won’t use, but I’m almost always much happier with the results when I’m done.

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 5

  • Posted on December 26, 2016 at 4:44 pm

By Muffi

The following morning was complete bedlam. Dragging the two girls out of bed, gathering up the various items scattered around my bedroom, sorting out who belonged with what item and which bag it should go into, then herding them downstairs for breakfast, getting them dressed, getting myself dressed… Yeah, bedlam is an understatement. I honestly don’t know how a full-time parent can deal with it.

I’d brought my laptop into the bedroom before I woke the girls, setting it up on my dresser. On the pretense that I didn’t think her top really matched her jeans (yeah, right — what doesn’t go with jeans?), I’d maneuvered her into position in front of it. I’d check later to see if I’d gotten a good image.

We did manage to get out the door on time. Before we left, though, I asked Sara if she’d like to come and spend the afternoon with Janelle after school. I could take her home at some point, or Kate could run her home when she picked up Janelle. I’d work that out with Kate later on. Sara said she wasn’t sure if her mother would let her do that, so we called her before we left for school.

After a little hesitation, Colleen Davidson agreed that Sara could visit with Janelle after school, but only if she could be home in time for dinner. I assured her that that would not be a problem, and hung up the phone. I’d already given the two girls the thumbs up signal while I was talking to Colleen, and they were dancing around the kitchen excitedly.

“Okay, you two,” I said. “We don’t need to pack your things in the car, because you’ll be coming here after school. I’ll pick you up in front of school at three o’clock. Now, let’s get going.”

I followed the two girls to the garage, where they piled into the back seat of the Chevy. I made sure they were buckled in, and we headed off. Minutes later, I dropped them in front of school, where they sang out their goodbyes to me as they dashed onto the school grounds. Me, I set off for home, thinking about how I’d kill to have that much energy.

I returned home, and got the day’s work done before lunch. Very good, Meagan, I thought. At least you can focus on something besides that pretty little ass of Janelle’s.

I leaned back in the office chair, mulling over this whole crazy situation. How had it come to this — lusting after a nine-year-old girl, my own niece to boot?

Deep down inside, I knew that I’d never do anything that might hurt Janelle. She was the closest thing I’d ever have to a daughter of my own. Nevertheless, I was beginning to really hate myself for harboring these desires for her, despite knowing I’d never act on them.

I didn’t bother to call Michelle and check on any progress she might have made in finding out about Sara’s father. For one thing, I knew she’d call me when she had something to tell me; for another, I didn’t want to make a habit of calling her. Wrong impressions, and all that. The last thing I needed right then was an old lover thinking that maybe I was trying to re-ignite a fire that had guttered long ago.

I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and made a sandwich, which I ate in the office. Brushing the crumbs aside, I pulled up the webcam capture of Sara’s back that I’d caught with the laptop in the bedroom that morning. Freezing the video, I took a couple of screenshots of the angry bruise over her kidney. As I stared at the ugly purple mark, I felt my anger rise again.

I’m going to stop this son of a bitch, I thought. I am. Even if I have to kill him to do it.

Yeah, I know. Pretty self-righteous for a woman who was entertaining fantasies of molesting a nine-year-old. Somehow, though, my illicit cravings didn’t seem to compare with the abuse Sara had to endure.

The phone rang, startling me. It was Kate.

“Hey, Little Sis,” I said by way of greeting.

“Hi, Meagan,” she said. “How was your sleepover?”

“Actually, it was fun,” I replied. “We just did girly stuff, ate pizza, and watched movies. Did you and the hubby enjoy some quality alone time?”

“That’s none of your business,” she said primly.

“Since when?”

She snickered. “Okay, okay,” she laughed. “I’m walking like Annie Oakley today. Happy?”

“Bow-legged, huh? Do tell!”

“Nope. Use your imagination. You’re good at that.”

Oh, if you only knew, Kate, I thought.

“Listen,” I said, “Sara is going to come over here with Janelle after school. She has to be home in time for dinner. Do you want me to bring her home, and then drop Janelle off at your place, or do you want to pick them both up here, and bring Sara home?”

“That’s up to you,” she said. “I don’t mind taking her home.”

I thought about it for a minute. “Nah,” I said. “No worries. I’ll run her home, then drop Janelle off. You can take a break from being the taxi driver today.” I wanted to try for a little assessment of things at Sara’s home.

“Okay,” said Kate. “Talk to Michelle yet?”

“Yeah,” I said. “For now, she’s checking the records on Sara’s father. Maybe there’ll be something there we can use. I also got a good picture of her back. Used the laptop webcam this morning while she was getting dressed. That is one ugly bruise. If you want, I’ll email it to you so you can take a look.”

“Uhm, yeah, okay,” she said. “I really don’t want to see it, but if it’s got you this mad, then yeah. I need to take a look.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll send it as soon as we’re off the phone. Just make sure no one else sees it, okay?”

“Noted,” she replied.

“Okay, then,” I said. “I’ll see you around five-thirty with Janelle.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“No problem, you know that,” I replied. “See you tonight.”

“‘Bye, Meagan.”

“‘Bye.”

I logged into my email and sent Kate the picture of little Sara’s back. Five minutes later I had a reply from her.

Email deleted. That fucker!

Fucker, indeed, I thought. The fucker is about to be fucked with, too.

A little after two o’clock, the phone rang again. Kate.

“What’s up, Sis?”

“Meagan, listen,” I could hear the tears in her voice, “I need a huge favor.”

“Kate, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s Michael’s father,” she said. “He had a massive stroke. We have to go see him, Meagan. Can you take Janelle for a few days?”

“Oh, God,” I said. “Of course I can. I’m so sorry, Sweetie. Is he going to be okay?”

“They don’t think so,” she replied. “That’s why we have to go right now. In case he doesn’t make it.”

“I’ll take Janelle, Kate,” I said. “Don’t worry about that. What do you want me to tell her?”

Kate hesitated. “Tell her the truth,” she said. “Don’t say right out that he probably won’t make it, but if she pushes, don’t lie.”

“Got it. You just go. I’ve got you covered with Janelle. We’ll come by after school and get her some clothes and things.”

“Thanks, Meagan,” Kate said. “I owe you one.”

“No, you don’t,” I said firmly. “We’re all family. That’s what we do.”

“Okay, I have to go, Meagan. Michael’s meeting me at home.”

“Go,” I said. “Let me know what’s going on, okay?”

“I will. ‘Bye.”

“‘Bye, Kate.”

I went into the kitchen, checking to make sure I had plenty of everything I’d need in the food department to take care of a nine-year-old for however long this might take. I’d need to get more milk, orange juice, and cereal, but otherwise, I was pretty well covered. I went into the living room and sat on the couch.

Sadness welled up in me. I truly liked Michael’s father. He was a sweet, funny guy, and he didn’t seem to have a lot of the hang-ups that some people of his generation do.

When he was informed that I’m a lesbian, he had looked at me and grinned. “Aw, now, that’s just a damn shame,” he’d said, grinning at me.

“Why’s that?” I asked, puzzled.

“Well, I was telling Michael that I was thinking of divorcing his mother and asking you to marry me,” he cackled delightedly, while his wife just rolled her eyes.

“Pay no attention to him, Meagan,” she’d said. “He’s a dirty old fart.”

Kate has never been one to overreact to things. She’d been crying, and she’d said that they didn’t think her father-in-law was going to be okay. I mentally began to prepare myself for a funeral.

And in the meantime, my dirty little mind whispered, you’ll have Janelle here with you, all to yourself…

Telling my mind to shut the hell up, I got my purse and keys and hustled to my car in the garage, then headed to the school to pick up the two girls.

I pulled up just as the bell was ringing, and a screaming mob of children came pouring out the doors of the school, headed to cars and school buses. I saw Sara and Janelle walking together, heads close; as I watched, Sara went off towards one of the school buses. Janelle saw me and waved, then ran to the car and climbed into the front seat, buckling her seat belt.

“Hi, Sweetie,” I said. “Where’s Sara going?”

“Her Mom called the school and said she had to go home right after school,” said Janelle. “Her Mom has to work, and she has to be home to heat up her Dad’s dinner.”

Doesn’t he know how to use a microwave? I thought, seething inside. “Oh, that’s too bad,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Janelle. “But she said her Mom doesn’t work day after tomorrow, so if it’s okay, maybe we can do it then?”

“Of course,” I said. “We’ll take her things back to her in a little while, too. I’m sure she’s going to need the clothes she left at my house.”

As we pulled away from the curb, I turned in the direction of Kate and Michael’s. I tried to keep things as light as I could. “Sweetie, you’re going to be staying with me for a few days,” I said. “Your Mom and Dad had to go out of town suddenly. They’ll be back soon, and I know your Mom will call you tonight.”

“How come they had to leave?” Janelle asked.

“Well,” I said slowly, “you’re Grandpa McCarthy is sick, Honey. He’s in the hospital, and your Mom and Dad have to go see him.”

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked.

“He had a stroke, Sweetie,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Uhm, well… It means that something happened, like a blood clot, in an artery in his head. His brain wasn’t getting enough blood, and it did some damage. Sort of like a heart attack, only it’s in your brain and not in your heart.”

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“We don’t know, Sweetie,” I said softly. “I hope so, but we just don’t know yet. I’m sure your Mom will know more later on.”

“‘Kay,” she quietly.

We pulled into the driveway at Janelle’s house. “Come on, ” I said, “we need to get you some clothes for a few days.”

Janelle looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Uhm, Aunt Meagan? I already have tons of stuff at your house, remember?”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” I said. “Yeah, I did forget. You’re right. Okay then, scratch the clothes idea.”

I backed out of the driveway. Janelle was smirking at me. “You’re gettin’ old, Aunt Meagan,” she said. “You forget stuff all the time!”

I reached over and dug my fingers into her ribs, bringing a shriek and making her squirm madly in her seat. “Old? OLD?? Old, am I?” I dug my fingers in more. “What are you saying, little girl?”

“Okay, okay, okay!!” she gasped, her face flushed. “You’re not old! You’re not, honest!”

I love hearing her laugh. Even more so when I cause the laughter.

Janelle was panting, still giggling from the tickling. Then she gave me a stern look. “Brat,” she said.

“That’s me,” I said, grinning at her. “By the way, have you fed Meagan yet?”

“Not yet,” Janelle said. “I hafta get some mice for her.”

“Okay,” I said. “We’ll go get a couple after school tomorrow, and stop by your house to feed her. She hasn’t eaten since I got her, so she’s probably hungry.”

“‘Kay,” she replied. “Can she eat regular mice yet?”

“Not yet,” I said. “We’ll have to get her a couple of pinkies.” Pinkies are baby mice. I looked over at her for a moment. “You know that once she’s big enough to eat regular mice, you’ll have to feed her dead ones, right?”

“Yup, I know,” said Janelle. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Okay, good. Some people don’t think it’s good to feed your snake dead mice or rats, but I’ve never had any problem, and Ellie and Nellie have never had a scratch. Usually a snake is fine with live mice, but rats can cause some damage. As long as Meagan will eat dead ones, you’re safer that way. You have the humidifier and the heating pad all set up, too, right?”

“Yup. And she has a warm side and a cool side.”

“Awesome!” I said.

We pulled into my driveway, but I left the Chevy out of the garage. “Tell you what,” I said. “Let’s get Sara’s things, and take them over to her house, and then on the way home we can stop and get a snack. Sound good to you?”

“Ice cream?” she asked, giving me a puppy-dog look.

“Anything you want, Sweetie,” I said.

She smiled sweetly. I melted. When Janelle smiles, I feel like an ice cream cone. One that’s been in the sun too long, and it’s gone all gooey and dripping.

Take that any way you want to. You’ll probably be right.

We went inside and upstairs to my room. Janelle looked around to make sure that there was nothing of Sara’s that had been missed, then I picked up the duffel bag, and we went back out to the Chevy.

Fifteen minutes later, we were in front of the Davidson house. We both got out, I went around to the back to unload the duffel bag, and we walked up on the porch. As I was about to knock on the door, I heard Sara’s father bellowing from inside.

“Goddammit! I told you to do yer fuckin’ homework after dinner. Just get your fuckin’ ass out there an’ clean up the kitchen. Jesus Christ, yer as fuckin’ useless as yer goddamn mother!”

I looked down at Janelle, who was staring up at me, eyes wide.

“Go back and wait in the car, Sweetie,” I said softly.

She nodded, and went back to the Chevy.

I took a deep breath. Careful, Meagan, I thought. She’s alone here with him. Don’t piss the asshole off. I knocked on the door. Loudly.

“Oh, fer Crissake,” I heard. “Now what the fuck? Sara, get in here an’ answer the goddamn door!”

Ten seconds later, I heard the doorknob rattle. The door swung open, and little Sara stood there on the other side of the screen, looking up at me. She was pale and wan. She also looked scared.

“Hi, Sara,” I said softly. “Janelle and I just came by to bring you your duffel bag. We thought you’d probably need your clothes and things.”

I looked beyond her. Lardass was sitting in the recliner, the seemingly ever-present bottle of vodka on the table next to him. He looked to be wearing the same clothes he’d had on the first time I saw him. He was greasy looking, unkempt and unshaven. I wondered vaguely if he ever worked.

Sara pushed the screen door open. I decided to take that as an invitation, and stepped through the door, duffel bag in hand. Once inside, I set it on the floor. I looked over at Lardass.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Davidson,” I said.

He peered at me through bleary eyes. Then he grunted.

“I just came by to drop off Sara’s things,” I said. “Since there was a change of plans, and they were still at my house.”

He grunted again. It might have been, “Thanks,” but somehow, I doubted that.

I turned to Sara, smiling. “Sara, Janelle said that maybe you could come over and hang out on Wednesday,” I said. “Would you like to do that?”

“Yeah, that’d be cool,” Sara said. She nodded briefly and gave me a momentary smile.

“Okay then, I’ll call your Mom tomorrow, and see if we can make plans for Wednesday,” I said.

“‘Kay. Thank you.”

“No problem, Sweetie,” I said. “Janelle’s disappointed that you couldn’t come over today.”

“Me, too,” she said simply.

“You want to come talk to Janelle for a minute?”

She looked over at Lardass. He looked like we didn’t even exist. Sara nodded. As we went out the door, Lardass spoke.

“Don’t you be runnin’ off anywhere, Sara!”

“She’s just going to say hello to my niece, Mr. Davidson,” I said.

Again, the grunt. The guy was a brilliant conversationalist. People wonder why I prefer women.

We went to the Chevy. Janelle and Sara talked for a minute, making tentative plans to get together after school on Wednesday. I decided to walk her back to the door. On the way, I draped one arm over her thin shoulders.

“Hey,” I said. “It’s going to be okay, Sweetie.”

“No, it’s not,” she replied quietly.

I stopped, and squatted down in front of her, both of her upper arms gripped lightly in my hands.

“Sara, you listen to me, okay? I promise you, everything is going to be okay. I promise.” I wrapped her up in a hug.

She clung to me for a moment, then pulled away. “I better go in,” she said. She looked so damned sad.

I stood up and took her hand, and we walked back up on the porch. At the door she stopped, and turned to look up at me.

“Thanks for bringing my stuff over, Meagan,” she said.

“You’re welcome, Sara,” I replied. “I’ll call your Mom tomorrow, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she said.

I watched her as she went inside and closed the door. I stood there for a minute, listening, but apparently she hadn’t pissed off Lardass by going outside for a few minutes.

Regretfully, I turned and went back to the Chevy. I hated leaving her there. I hated myself for not being able to do something right then.

When I got in the Chevy and we pulled away, Janelle was silent for a few minutes. Finally, she turned and looked at me with stricken eyes. “Why’s her Dad so mean to her, Aunt Meagan?”

“I don’t know, Sweetie,” I sighed. “I wish I did.”

More silence. Then, “He hits her, doesn’t he?”

I looked at Janelle. Her beautiful eyes were full of sadness. “Yes, he does,” I said.

“Why would he do that?” she asked.

“Because it’s the only way he thinks he can control her,” I said. “Some people are mean because it helps them feel like they’re in control of everything. He’s just like a bully at school, only he never grew out of behaving that way.”

“I hate him,” she said, her voice tense with anger. “I hate him for hurtin’ Sara.”

“So do I, Sweetie,” I said.

“Can’t somebody make him stop?”

I looked over at her again. What I heard was not what she’d said. What I heard was, “Can’t you make him stop?”

“Can you keep a secret?” I asked. She nodded. “I’m already working on it, Sweetie. I’m going to do everything I can.”

“You are? Really?”

I nodded. “Remember Michelle?” I asked.

“Yeah. She’s kinda cool.”

“Well,” I said, “she’s going to help me. She’s a police officer, so she can do things that I can’t.” Not legally, anyway, I thought.

“Cool!” Janelle said. “What’re you guys gonna do?”

“I don’t know yet,” I replied. “But Michelle is looking into it right now.”

She smiled, seemingly satisfied.

I pulled into the local Dairy Queen. When we got out, Janelle came around and hugged me, her arms locked around my waist. She looked up at me.

“I love you, Aunt Meagan,” she said.

“I love you, too,” I smiled. “What brought that on?”

“You’re gonna try to help Sara,” she said. “Lotsa people wouldn’t bother, cause they’d say it’s none of their business.”

“Janelle, I want you to always remember something,” I said. “When someone is in trouble like that, and they don’t have any way to help themselves, it’s always your business. Especially when it’s a kid. You have a responsibility to try and help.”

“See?” she said. “That’s why I love you!”

We had our ice cream, then headed back to my house. Janelle got right into doing her homework, while I started getting things ready for dinner. Just as I was about to open my mouth and call her in to supper, she came skipping into the kitchen. “Homework’s all done!” she said.

Janelle had changed her clothes, and was now wearing just a tee-shirt and panties. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her slender legs, at the flash of panties that I got nearly every time she moved.

“What’re we havin’ for supper?” Janelle asked.

“Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn,” I replied. “And don’t worry, I didn’t use any onions in the meatloaf.”

Janelle giggled. “Your meatloaf is awesome, ‘cept when you put onions in it.”

We ate quietly, keeping the conversation light. I don’t think the situation with her grandfather had really set in for her. She’s only nine, after all. She knew what death meant, but mostly when it came to animals. With people, especially those close to her, the idea of their mortality had yet to make itself known. He was still alive, just sick, so as far as she was concerned, there was nothing to get upset about yet.

As we were cleaning up the kitchen, the phone rang. I answered — it was Kate.

“Hi, Kate,” I said. “How’s Michael’s Dad?”

“He’s not good, Meagan,” she replied. “He’s holding on, but they don’t think he’s going to last much longer.”

“Oh, Kate… I’m so sorry. Do you want to talk to Janelle?”

“Yeah, please,” she replied.

I headed back to the kitchen and handed the phone to Janelle. “It’s your Mom,” I said.

“Hi, Mom,” said Janelle. “How’s Grampa?” There was silence for a few moments. “Do you think I’ll be able to see him before… well, you know…” That didn’t sound good. “Please, Mom?… Yes, I can… I’m sure, yeah… okay, hang on.”

She handed the phone back to me, deep concern in her eyes. “Mom wants to talk to you.”

“What’s up, Kate?”

“Listen, I hate to ask you this,” she said, “I really do. But Janelle really wants to see her grandfather before it’s too late. Can you…”

“You don’t even have to ask, Kate, you know that,” I said. “When do you want her there?”

“The doctors say it’s going to be slow,” Kate said. “Why don’t we plan on Friday? That way she doesn’t have to try to entertain herself too much.”

“Before or after school?” I asked.

“Uhm… I don’t want you to have drive at night after you’ve been up all day. You can keep her out of school Friday, and just head up here whenever you’re ready to leave.”

“Fine,” I said, “we’ll plan to leave early Friday morning then. If you need us there sooner, just call me, and we’ll head right out.”

“Thanks, Meagan,” Kate said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Pine away, living a life full of loneliness?”

“Yeah, right,” she said. I heard the smile in her voice. That was good.

“Then we’ll see you Friday, Kate. You want to talk to Janelle again?”

“Yeah, please. thanks, Meagan. ‘Bye.”

“‘Bye, Kate.”

I handed the phone back to Janelle. “Hi, Mom,” she said quietly. “Okay. I’ll see you Friday. And Mom? Would you give Grampa a kiss from me?… ‘Kay. Talk to you later. ‘Bye, Mom.”

Janelle turned off the phone and set it on the table, continuing to help me clean up the kitchen.

“You okay, Sweetie?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “Just kinda sad. It sucks that people hafta die.”

“It does, Sweetie. Just remember, it’s a part of life. We all die someday.”

“I know,” she said. “But it still sucks.”

I looked at Janelle for a moment. I knew that Kate trusts my judgment with things like this, so I felt okay with what I was about to ask.

“Janelle, do you want to just skip school tomorrow, and hang out here with me instead?”

She thought about it for a minute, then nodded. “You think it’s okay to do that, Aunt Meagan?”

“Yeah, Sweetie, I do,” I said. “I’ll call the school first thing in the morning and tell them you won’t be there.”

“‘Kay. Thanks, Aunt Meagan.”

We finished cleaning up the kitchen, and then went to the living room to watch television. Janelle didn’t really want to do anything, so I turned the idiot box to something mindless but entertaining. I sat on one end of the couch. Janelle scooted over and sat close to me, drawng my arm around her shoulders. I’m ashamed to admit that even then, under the circumstances, I was deeply aware of her warm, soft little body pressed close to mine. She snuggled up close, and we just sat quietly, watching television.

When one sitcom was over, I maneuvered myself so that I could stand up. “I’m going to go get changed, Sweetie,” I said. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she said, and nodded.

As I came back down the stairs in my tee-shirt and panties, the phone rang again. It was Michelle.

“Hi, Michelle,” I said.

“Hi, Meagan,” she answered. “How are you?”

“Well, pretty good, I guess. I’ve been better.” I explained what was going on.

“Aw, man, that really sucks. I’m sorry, Meagan.”

“Thanks,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I did some digging into your little friend’s Daddy,” she said. “He’s got a record. Just minor stuff, though; some alcohol related fights, drunk and disorderly, a couple of DUIs, that kind of thing.”

“No history of abuse?” I asked.

“Not on record. But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“No, it doesn’t.” I told her what I’d seen and heard earlier that day.

“Jesus Christ,” she grated. It sounded like her teeth were clenched.

“Yeah,” I said. “It killed me having to drive away and leave her there.”

“Okay, well,” she said, “at this point, there’s not a lot we can do, unless you want to file a formal report about the bruise. Honestly, I don’t see that having much effect in the long run.”

“So what do you want to do?” I asked.

“I want you and I to go pay him a visit,” she said. “We need to have a little talk with him. Alone, if we can swing it.”

I thought for a minute. “I know his wife is working tomorrow,” I said. “But Sara will be there, and I’ve got Janelle right now, too.”

“She works afternoons?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Okay, how about this,” she said. “You and I and Janelle will go over there after school tomorrow. We can get Sara out of the house, and to the car to talk to Janelle. Then you and I can have a quiet little chat with this bastard.”

“Are you coming in uniform?”

“No,” she said. “I want to keep it completely unofficial right now. I’ve always got my badge, and if he needs to be reminded that the law can be brought into it, I can shove that in his face.”

Somehow, I could actually see her doing just that. And then grinding it in until his face was shredded.

“Okay, that works for me,” I said. “Why don’t you come here at about three-thirty or so?”

“I’ll be there,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll you see then,” I said. “And Michelle? Thanks for everything.”

“No problem,” she replied. “Even though it’s unofficial, it’s still my job.”

Yeah, she’s one of those twenty-four-seven kind of cops.

“Talk to tomorrow, then.” I said. ” ‘Bye.”

“Bye.” She hung up the phone.

I was going to have to talk to Janelle about what was happening. She’d know something was up as soon as the three of us went to Sara’s house the next day, especially since Michelle would be with us.

The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t like it. I didn’t think the girls should be there while we talked to Sara’s father. If the guy was drunk, who knows how he’d react? I didn’t like the idea of Sara seeing it if something got out of hand. Michelle could handle Lardass, I was certain of that. But asshole or not, the guy was still her father. I called Michelle back.

“Listen,” I said, when she answered her phone. “I’m not sure about this.”

“What do you mean?”

I explained what I’d been thinking. She took a deep breath when I finished.

“You’re right,” she said. “Bad idea. So now what?”

“Let’s try for Wednesday,” I said. “Hopefully, Sara will be here for a few hours in the afternoon. I trust the two of them alone for a little while here, as long as they keep the doors locked and stay inside. We can run out, have our little chat, and they won’t be anywhere around.”

“I can do that,” said Michelle. “I’ll swap shifts with someone, get Wednesday off.”

“Good,” I said. “Plan to meet me here at about the same time? Three-thirty or so?”

“I’ll be there.”

I hung up the phone, and went back into the living room. Janelle was still on the couch, watching another sitcom. I sat down next to her, and we settled back into position with her snuggled up against my side.

It wasn’t too long before I felt her breathing deepen and even out. She’d fallen asleep next to me. Rather than wake her up, I carefully stood, laying her down on the couch. I went and got a quilt and a pillow, and settled her to sleep. She’d be fine on the couch for the night.

Not to mention that I wouldn’t have to try coping with her being in my bed. A one night reprieve.

As I turned off the television, I noticed that Ellie and Nellie seemed to be looking at me with approval in their eyes.

See? I’m a good girl, I said to them silently.

No response. Just a steady look.

I turned off the television, then turned and went upstairs to my room. I swung the door almost shut, leaving it just a little ajar. Turning on the bedside lamp, I flipped off the bright overhead, stripped my tee-shirt and panties off, and then slid gratefully into bed. And of course, if it’s at all possible, and it usually is, I always masturbate before I go to sleep. Since Janelle was on the couch, I was safe.

This time, I didn’t even try to be good. Images came flooding into my mind, and I reveled in them. As my hands and fingers roamed my body, I closed my eyes, reliving scenes from the past few days.

Standing in the shower, Janelle’s naked body shining and wet as my hands gently scrubbed her back. Janelle in my bedroom, wearing just a pair of panties, smiling at me. Janelle skipping into the kitchen earlier that evening, the cleft of her sex clearly outlined through her panties each time she moved.

I was breathing hard, my body humming like I had a finger plugged into an electrical outlet. I moaned, once, as the first wave rolled over me, my fingers moving wetly through the warm folds and crevices of my pussy.

“Aunt Meagan?”

Oh, fuck…

There was no hiding what I’d been doing. I was on my back, legs splayed open, one hand tugging at my nipples while the other was busily plunging three fingers in and out of my pussy. I grabbed for the sheet, and with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances, covered myself up. Janelle was standing in the doorway, staring at me with wide eyes. I cleared my throat.

“Uhm…” I faltered for a moment. “Hi, Sweetie. Couldn’t sleep?” She shook her head, but stayed rooted to the spot. ”You want to get in with me?”

As though she’d been waiting for permission, she flashed me a pretty smile, nodded, and came quickly to my bed, crawling in next to me. She pulled the covers up over herself and settled herself onto the pillow.

Neither of us said anything for a few moments. I was too embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say.

“You do it, too, Aunt Meagan?” Janelle finally said. Her voice was quiet, but full of curiosity.

Too? I thought.

“Do what, Sweetie?” I replied. Trying to play stupid. Yeah, right. That would work.

“You know… Touch yourself. Down there…”

“Uhm… Well, yeah, I do. I’m sorry you walked in on me, Sweetie. I should have kept in mind that you’re here with me right now.”

“It’s okay,” Janelle said shyly. “I don’t mind.”

She was silent for a few moments. I thought that she was probably drifting back to sleep.

“I do it, too,” she whispered shyly.

I felt a warmth spread through my groin at these words, and I had a sudden mental image of Janelle on my bed, naked, playing with herself.

“Well,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “that’s not unusual. Most everybody does it.”

I saw her nod in the low light from the bedside lamp. “That’s what Mom told me,” she said.

Ah, I thought. Kate caught her masturbating.”Well, she was right,” I replied.

“She said as long as I try to be careful an’ keep it private, there’s nothin’ wrong with touching myself there.”

“Well,” I said, “there isn’t. It’s just embarrassing when you get caught doing it.”

Janelle nodded and grinned. “I know,” she said. “I thought I was gonna die when Mom caught me. She was really cool, though. She said it’s something I can do whenever I want to, long as I keep it private. She even said she does it sometimes. I’ve never seen her do it, though. I’ve never seen anybody do it till just now.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept my mouth shut.

“It was kinda cool seein’ you do it,” she said quietly. When I didn’t respond, she added, “You aren’t mad at me, are you, Aunt Meagan? Cause I saw you doing it, I mean?”

“Oh, God no, Sweetie,” I said. “You just caught me by surprise, and I was embarrassed.”

She sighed, apparently satisfied. As for me, my mind was in a whirl. I was lying here, in my bed, Janelle next to me, and we were discussing masturbation. I was confused, scared, and hornier than I could ever remember being in my life.

“Aunt Meagan?”

“Hmmm?”

“Is it weird that… well… am I weird, cause I liked watching you do it?”

Jesus, I thought. How the hell do I answer this one?

“No, Sweetie, you’re not weird,” I said. “You saw me doing something that you like to do to yourself. Why shouldn’t you enjoy seeing someone else do it?”

“Do you like to watch people touch themselves?”

“Uhmm… Well, yeah, I guess I do,” I said softly.

We were both silent for a few minutes, then I heard Janelle sigh again. “Aunt Meagan?”

“Yes, Sweetie?”

“Do you wanna watch me do it?” It came out in an almost inaudible whisper.

Oh, dear God, I thought. My mind was screaming, No! No, please, for fuck’s sake, I can’t! I can’t!

My mouth betrayed me, though. “If you’d like me to, yes,” I murmured. “I think I’d like that very much.”

I turned onto my side and looked at Janelle. She was gazing at me, a strange look in her eyes. It took me a moment to recognize it. Lust. Janelle was turned on by the thought of masturbating for me.

I’m lost, I thought.

Janelle sat up and quickly removed her tee-shirt. Lying back down, she lifted her hips, pushing her panties down her thighs, then taking them off completely. My breath caught as she lay back down, completely naked, staring at me for a moment. Then she smiled. “It feels nice down there already,” she whispered.

I’m just going to watch, I told myself. I’m not going to touch her, not going to do anything to her. I’m just watching. Where’s the harm in that?

I raised my upper body from the bed, supporting myself with one hand against the side of my neck, weight on my elbow. I let my other hand rest on my hip.

God, she was beautiful! So slender, her skin pale in the dim light, with her small, flat nipples visible, the palest pink I’ve ever seen, like the inside of a seashell. My eyes traveled over her body, down across her flat little belly, down the length of her slim legs, now parted slightly. Back up, to her center, her sex. Her mons was prominent, a defined rise jutting up from the juncture of her thighs, her labia puffy with baby fat.

As I watched, one of her hands slid slowly over her belly, fingertips rubbing gently against her smooth vulva, down between her the tops of her thighs. I felt a stab of pleasure as my pussy contracted. Her eyes never left my face.

“I have this one spot,” she whispered, “right here. When I touch it, it feels sooo good…”

I watched her finger slip between the outer lips of her pussy, sliding over the nub of her clit, tucked beneath its little hood. Her hips twitched slightly, and she gasped softly. “That’s the best,” she whispered.

I was in a trance. I couldn’t believe that I was lying there, naked, watching Janelle masturbate for me. It was the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen in my life. It was also the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I could feel wetness flowing freely from my pussy. It was torture to make myself just lie there and do nothing, only watch this beautiful little girl pleasure herself for me.

Janelle’s hand was moving rhythmically now, sliding up and down through the slippery crease of her vagina. She was clearly enjoying this; I could see her fingers glistening with moisture, and I could hear quiet little liquid sounds. Her eyes slowly drifted shut, her lips parting slightly as she began to pant a little bit.

As if it was no longer under my conscious control, my free hand slid between my own legs, unconsciously mimicking Janelle’s movements. I gasped, and Janelle’s eyes opened. She smiled dreamily when she saw what I was doing.

“That… looks so… so cool, Aunt Meagan…” she whispered the words breathlessly.

I shuddered, and went over the top. It wasn’t any kind of an earth-moving orgasm. It was just a very nice, very quick, rippling kind of climax. My thighs clamped down on my hand as I gasped and whimpered, a small gush of fluid coating my fingers.

Janelle smiled. “You did it,” she whispered. Her hand was moving faster now, the wet sounds coming from her pussy providing a counterpoint to her breathless panting.

Again of its own accord, my free hand, wet with my juices, reached over to Janelle. I began to touch her pale pink nipples — first one, then the other, with small circular motions. They glistened in the light, my wetness coating them.

Janelle’s thighs clamped together, trapping her fingers in the folds of her pussy. Her eyes scrunched shut, and she began to gasp her way through an orgasm. The child’s hips thrust upwards in sharp, quick little movements as she pressed her fingers tightly into her sex. I watched Janelle shiver and twitch, her whole body quivering with release.

When it had passed, she relaxed slowly, her hand slipping from between her legs as she took a deep, deep breath, then released it slowly.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and took her hand in mine. Bringing her fingers to my lips, I took them one by one into my mouth, sucking the wetness from them, savoring the clean, sweet taste of her pussy. She watched me intently, seemingly fascinated by this.

When I’d finished, she brought my hand to her mouth without a word. Tentatively, she extended her tongue to taste my index finger. Then she drew it into her mouth, giving the same attention to me that I’d bestowed on her.

God, what was she doing to me? I could feel a fresh wave of fluid oozing from my cunt, coating my inner thighs.

Finished tasting my honey, Janelle clasped my hand in both of hers, pressing it to her chest. She gazed up at me, smiling, a languid look in her eyes.

“That was nice, Aunt Meagan,” she whispered.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly, my lips lingering on her soft skin.

“That was the nicest thing I can ever remember doing, Sweetie,” I said.

I drew Janelle into my arms, holding her to my breasts, drinking in the warmth and softness of her naked body. I stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head every now and then. She snuggled in close to me, her head resting on one breast.

“Aunt Meagan… does this mean I’m a lesbian now?”

I smiled, but didn’t laugh. Laughing at her was the last thing on my mind. “The only thing this means, Sweetie,” I said, “is that you and I just shared something very beautiful and very special together. It means that we love each other enough to be close like this.”

“‘Kay,” she whispered. “Cause if I am, it doesn’t matter. If bein’ a lesbian means I get to feel like that, then I don’t see how it could ever be bad.”

I hugged her tightly. “No matter what you are, Janelle, I’ll always love you, because you’ll always be you.”

I could feel her smile against my breast. Less than five minutes later, she was asleep in my arms.

Oh, I was going to hate myself for this in the morning. I knew that it should never have happened. At that moment, though, I honestly didn’t care. I didn’t regret it, not yet. I would, but I’d deal with that when the time came. For now, I just wanted to drift along forever on this amazing afterglow. I closed my eyes, and sank slowly into a quiet, peaceful slumber, holding Janelle close.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Merry Christmas, Girls

  • Posted on December 25, 2016 at 10:30 am

By JetBoy

A humble Christmas card in erotic story form, offered with affection from me to you.
May your holiday be a delightful and satisfying one. – JetBoy


“Wake up, kiddo,” Amber said to her younger sister, giving the fifteen-year-old a good shake. “It’s Christmas morning. Time to get up.”

“What time is it?” Becky yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s almost nine,” Amber said as her sister threw the covers back. “Mom must’ve let us sleep in.”

Becky quickly leapt to her feet, the excitement of the day finally sinking in. “Whooo-hooo! Merry Christmas!”

Although they weren’t dirt poor, a lavish, expensive holiday was beyond their modest means. But their mother Debra had always tried to make Christmas special for the family. She was a single mother who had always worked hard to provide for her girls, doing her best to make them happy. Becky and Amber adored their mother, and tried to help her out as much as they could.

“I love Christmas,” Becky sighed, slipping on a robe for warmth. Both girls usually slept in long t-shirts and not much else.

Scampering into the living room, the girls found it dominated by a large cardboard box.

“What the heck is that?” exclaimed Amber. “God, it’s huge!”

“Look!” replied Becky, pointing at the side, where a small envelope was taped.

Amber pulled the white square off with a quick tug, studied it. “Hmmm… it’s for both of us,” she murmured. Tearing the envelope open, she fished out a piece of paper, then unfolded it.

“What’s it say, what’s it say?” Becky squealed, craning her neck for a peek at the words.

“Gimme a chance!” scowled Amber. Becky quieted herself, and the older girl read the message out loud.

Girls,
I’m away, but will be with you very soon. Don’t wait for me. Go ahead and open this big box, it’s a special Christmas gift for the two of you. I hope you like it, because I think it’s what you both really want.
Love, Mom

“Do you think we should?” Becky asked, running a fingertip over the edge of the box. “Seems like we oughta wait for her.”

“Mom’s note says it’s okay,” Amber said, wondering what could be inside a package so big. “Hmm… it’s not even all the way shut.”

Exchanging a quick glance, the two girls grasped the flaps on the top of the box and pulled together.

“Merry Christmas!” their mother shouted, jumping up from inside.

Both girls staggered backwards in surprise — not only from their mother’s sudden appearance, but because, except for a red stick-on bow covering each nipple, and another placed over her neatly trimmed vulva, she was completely naked.

Amber was the first one to speak. “Wh-what on earth is this, Mom?”

“I’m sorry if I startled you girls,” Debra said, climbing out of the box as gracefully as she could, but still giving her daughters a very good view of her bare body. “But I just couldn’t resist.”

“Mom!” Becky gasped, unable to tear her eyes away from Debra’s nakedness. She figured her mother had to be cold, because her nipples were visibly erect. “You’re not, um, wearing any clothes.”

“How nice of you to notice, dear,” the woman replied, reaching out to stroke her younger daughter’s face.

“W-what gives?” Amber stammered, struggling not to stare.

“I’ve been trying to figure out what to get you two for Christmas,” Debra said, reaching out to take the girls’ hands. “I know that you both tried to only put things on your list that we could afford, but I really wanted to make this holiday extra special. Well… over the last year I sort of accidentally found both of your diaries, while I was cleaning… and, I’m sorry, girls, but I read them.”

Both girls gasped.

“At first I was shocked, and then I was flattered,” Debra continued, pulling her girls closer. “It seems that both of you are… well, I found out that you both are into girls, instead of boys, and then I discovered that you also want to have sex with me.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “So… after a lot of soul-searching, I decided to give you girls — both of you — what you said you wanted.” She gazed at her daughters in turn, then extended her arms. “A gift of love, from your mother.”

The girls glanced at each other, eyes wide in total shock. Their mother had discovered, then revealed their deepest, darkest secrets. Each had no idea that the other was gay — much less that they both lusted after their thirty-six-year-old mother!

Now both girls were being hugged by the nude object of their desires, who was offering them the chance to live out their forbidden fantasies.

“So what do you think?” Debra asked, her eyes going from one girl to the other, praying her instincts had been correct.

“Um, ah…” Becky stammered, blushing furiously, not at all sure how to respond to her mother’s bold offer.

Amber, on the other hand, knew exactly what to say — nothing. Instead, she leaned in to plant a none too subtle kiss on her mother’s full, pouting lips. She made the kiss a passionate one, thrusting her tongue into Debra’s mouth.

As she kissed her mother, the older girl remembered the comment she’d made in her diary, written months ago when she was feeling lonely. I don’t know why guys aren’t flocking around Mom. She is so hot. I know if I ever got her naked, I’d rock her world. God, just the thought of it makes my pussy wet.

Now she’d been given the opportunity of a lifetime, and wasn’t about to pass it up.

As Amber’s tongue tangled with hers, Debra wondered what her other daughter was thinking. She suddenly got her answer when she felt a bow being removed from her nipple and replaced by a warm, wet mouth.

Debra moaned into Amber’s kiss as Becky nursed at her breast, just the way she had as an infant. Now, though, the touch of her daughter’s mouth against her nipple meant something new and wonderful. She felt Becky’s hand slip between her legs — and spread them slightly, allowing the girl easy access to her pussy. She purred with pleasure as her youngest child gently probed her sex with an exploring finger — then with two.

As Becky suckled her mother’s breast and fondled her cunt, she recalled what she’d written in her diary a few weeks back. I saw Mom naked when she was getting out of the shower today. Damn, is she hot. I don’t know why she doesn’t have a boyfriend… or even a girlfriend. Hmmm… I wonder if she’s ever been with a woman before. I know she’s my own mother and all that, but I have to admit that she’s really sexy. Wonder what it would be like if I ever had the chance to fuck her… wow, what a hot idea!

While she’d been unsure at first how to respond to her mother’s incredible gift, the sight of Amber kissing Mom’s mouth like a lover was enough to make up Becky’s mind for her. Yeah, totally — let’s do this!

Amber continued to French kiss her mother, loving the softness of her mouth. Wanting more, she began to caress the breast that wasn’t being suckled by her sister, knocking the bow off in the process. She sighed into their kiss as Debra’s nipple grew even firmer to her touch. Now frantic with desire, she then trailed her other hand down her mother’s back to her well-rounded bottom, then delved between her cheeks, slowly sliding her fingers into the dark cleft.

Debra gasped when she felt Amber caress her puckered rosebud. “Oh yes, baby,” she gasped, breaking away from her daughter’s lip lock. “That f-feels lovely.”

Smiling wickedly, Amber wriggled a finger into her mother’s anus. This caused Debra to slump forward, driving Becky’s fingers even deeper into her cunt.

“Oh, God, girls…” Debra moaned, only to be silenced by her younger daughter’s mouth covering hers.

It was Becky’s turn to kiss her mother, and her style was a bit different from her older sister’s — softer and more sensual, the teen’s tongue flickering in Debra’s mouth like a flame.

Amber continued to probe her mom’s rectum, carefully adding a second finger. She grinned with delight as the tight channel grew hot, moist and slippery.

“My God!” Debra gasped, when Becky gently broke their kiss, bending down to suckle her breast again. “You girls are going to drive me crazy. I don’t think my legs can support me for much longer.”

“Oh, we’ll keep you up, Mom. Won’t we, Becks?” Amber said, pushing her two fingers even further into her mother’s clutching rectum. She immediately dipped her head to lick Debra’s breast, then sucked the erect tip into her mouth, her head next to Becky’s.

“Oh, yeah,” Becky murmured around the nipple she was working on, pumping two fingers in and out of her mother’s dripping cunt. “I don’t think you could fall down even if you wanted to.”

Debra moaned as her hips rocked to and fro, impaling her even more deeply on the girls’ fingers. The anal probing she was getting from Amber was making her tummy feel warm, a heat that was spreading, joining with the throbbing of her cunt to push her toward the heights of rapture.

“I wish I had a cock right now,” Amber gasped, letting her mother’s nipple drop from her mouth. “I want to bend you over and fuck you wild, Mom…”

“Look — look in t-the box!” Debra stammered.

With a giggle of excited anticipation, Amber yanked her fingers out of her mother’s bottom — causing the woman to whimper at their sudden absence — and raced over to the box. She rummaged through the paper that was inside, and came up with a pair of strap-on dildos and a tube of K-Y jelly.

“Looks like we hit the jackpot, sis,” Amber said, holding up the loot. “C’mon… let’s both fuck her!”

Debra gasped, almost collapsing to the floor when Becky withdrew from her pussy to take one of the latex cocks from her sister. The panting mother could feel both her orifices pulsating, moist and ready for more. Lying down on the spot, she stretched herself out on the carpet, eagerly awaiting what was to come.

She watched as her daughters quickly shed their robes, then t-shirts and panties, amazed at the beautiful young women her girls had ripened into. She was the curviest of the three, Amber and Becky weren’t far behind.

Debra did not suffer from false modesty. She knew she still had a body that enticed men, but had chosen to put her emotional needs behind those of her daughters, giving them first place in her life. After reading her girls’ diaries, she realized that she was attractive to them as well. She’d been bisexual ever since her teenage years, but there had been few chances to share pleasure with a woman since then.

Once recovered from the shock she felt at the discovery of her daughters’ incestuous longings, she began to reflect on what a sweet and loving thing it could be if she gave Becky and Amber what they claimed to want — how it might bring them together in a new and beautiful way.

Now they were making love for real, and it was the best sex she’d ever had. Who cared what society said, what they deemed a sin? This felt good, felt right.

As they fastened the latex cocks around their waists, Debra stared at the girls — amazed and delighted at the transformation taking place before her eyes. Her sweet, affectionate kids had just been transformed into her wanton lesbian lovers, ready to ravish their own mother in every opening. Her cunt was dripping.

“How are we going to do this?” Becky asked Amber, playfully stroking the eight inches of her cock.

“Wanna fuck her from the top… or the bottom?” Amber asked, with a wicked smile.

“Let Mom get on top of me,” Becky giggled. “I wanna play with her tits.”

“Okay, then — I get her ass,” Amber murmured, taking Debra’s hand and pulling her to the side, pausing to kick the empty box out of their way. “Get down on the floor, Becks.”

Becky took a couple of throw pillows from the couch and did as her older sister had instructed. Amber then positioned their mother on her knees, straddling Becky’s hips.

Debra moaned as she slowly impaled herself on her daughter’s prick.

Amber gently pushed her mother forward, until Debra was lying on top of her younger daughter. This gave Becky easy access to her mother’s generous breasts, and she immediately began to fondle the soft orbs.

Amber grabbed the tube of lubricant and used her hand to apply a generous amount to the length of her cock, making it as slippery as she could, then dabbed some between Debra’s buttocks.

“Okay, Mom,” Amber said, positioning herself behind her mother’s well-rounded ass. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before… and it’ll feel a whole lot better if you relax.”

“I’ll try, dear,” Debra mumbled, as she felt her daughter pressing the bulbous head against her anus. God, it had been so long since she’d had her ass fucked…

Soon Amber had her latex cock buried to the hilt in her mother’s rectum. By this time, Debra was panting like a racehorse in the final stretch, trembling from head to toe. Amber gave her mother a few seconds to adjust before she slowly withdrew halfway, then pushed back in. Back and forth she moved, picking up speed until her hips were moving in a steady tempo.

“Oh. My. God…!” Debra gasped as her oldest daughter plowed her ass.

Underneath, Becky was working her own cock around inside Debra’s vagina as best she could. Pinned to the floor, her movements were somewhat limited, so she let her mother do most of the work. The girl groped the woman’s breasts, rolling and pinching her hard nipples as she rocked her hips up and down in time with her older sister, falling easily into Amber’s rhythm.

“Ohhhh!” Debra screamed. Her body began to shudder as an orgasm of biblical proportions shook her to the core. “I’m coming!”

Amber and Becky continued to work her holes, keeping Debra’s pleasure going and going. It was the first time she’d ever had multiple orgasms. When they finally stopped, Debra slumped down on top of Becky, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Debra groaned when Amber drew away, slowly extracting that slippery prick from her anus. The girl moved back and sat down heavily, winded from the hard fucking she’d just given her mom.

On the floor, Becky soothingly stroked her mother’s back as the woman recovered from her mind-numbing climax. Becky’s dildo was still buried deep in Debra’s pussy. She could feel thick, warm fluids running out of Mom’s cunt and down the length of the latex cock to drip on her own skin.

“I think it’s time for Mom to do some work now,” Amber said, giving her mother’s generous ass a light slap.

“What’d you have in mind?” Becky asked from underneath Debra, lazily rolling her mother’s nipple between thumb and index finger.

“Well,” Amber said, perching on the arm of the couch. “She came, but what about you and me? I mean, she is a gift to us, right?”

“Good point,” Becky said, letting go of one of her mother’s nipples so she could give her mother’s ass a slap as well. “What about us, Mom?”

“Wh-what would you like me to do, girls?” Debra murmured, lifting her head from Becky’s shoulder, a well-satisfied smile on her flushed face.

“Why don’t you come over here, Mommy dearest,” Amber said, beckoning the woman with her finger, “and show me what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Yes, honey,” Debra replied, still smiling.

Raising up onto her knees, she slowly lifted herself from the impaling dildo with a wet sound and a happy sigh. She crawled over to where her older daughter sat waiting, drawn in by the sight of Amber’s shaved vulva.

Once she was between the teen’s thighs, she gazed in awe at her daughter’s pussy. While her own sex had a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair that pointed like an arrow to her hidden treasures, Amber’s was completely bare.

Licking her lips, Debra leaned forward, savoring the moment. It had been a long time since she had gone down on a woman. With two fingers of her right hand, she spread Amber’s delicate labia, taking her first taste of the girl’s pussy. She loved it.

“Oh, shit!” Amber exclaimed as her mother’s tongue began to probe her moist center. “You… you’ve done this before, huh, Mom?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Debra mumbled, without taking her mouth from her daughter’s delicious cunt.

“Oh, God, yes,” Amber wailed, reaching down, grasping her mother’s head with both hands. “Yeah, right there, Mom. Right there! Eat me!”

Amber’s body began to convulse as she came on her mother’s tongue, her body bucking furiously. After a while, it became more than she could stand, so she lurched upright, grabbed her mother’s face and pulled her close, passionately kissing Debra’s pussy-coated lips.

“That was… amazing!” Amber panted when their mouths broke apart.

“Thank you, dear,” Debra sighed, nibbling at her daughter’s lips. “I love you, baby.”

“Now me, Mom!” Becky piped up from the floor behind Debra. The girl was spread out and waiting, eyes wide, eagerly anticipating the touch of her mother’s mouth.

Debra smiled as she crawled between her younger daughter’s legs. She discovered that Becky was not completely shaved like her big sister was. And instead of a neatly trimmed bush like she had, the girl’s pubes were done in a closely cropped quarter-inch wide strip that ran up her belly about two inches above her labia.

Like she’d done with Amber, Debra gently opened Becky’s cunt, using the tip of a finger from her other hand to stroke the teen’s clit. The effect was immediate and positive. Becky moaned, arching her back as Mom’s fingernail grazed the tiny nubbin, warm shocks of pleasure surging through her body.

Dipping her face between Becky’s legs, Debra flicked at the teenager’s clit with the tip of her tongue, then sucked it into her mouth.

The effect was electric. The girl cried out, clutching at the carpet with her fingers. “Oh, Mom,” Becky cried, “GOD that feels so fucking good! OHHHH!”

As Debra went down on her youngest daughter, Amber sat on the couch stroking her pussy, drinking in the amazingly sexy scene before her. While she’d long known that she was gay, the fact that her sister was inclined in that direction as well had come as a complete surprise. If I’d known, she reflected, I’d probably have tried to seduce the little minx myself a long time ago.

“I’m coming, yeah. OH! Oh yes, FUCK!” Becky screamed, throwing her head back. Her body went rigid, trembling helplessly as she climaxed, finally coming down with a loud exhalation.

“Damn, that was hot,” Amber said, coming down to join her mother and baby sister on the floor.

“I love you, Mom,” Becky whispered as she snuggled up to the older woman, burying her face in the hollow of Debra’s neck, her lips brushing the soft skin.

Debra wrapped her arms around her two daughters, basking in an inner warmth that she’d never known before. She and the girls had always been close, but there was no doubt that they were even closer now. My children… now my lovers. “Oh, my sweet girls. I adore you both,” she sighed contentedly.

“So… what happens next?” Becky asked, after several minutes of snuggling. “Where do we go from here?”

“That’s easy,” Amber replied, lazily trailing a finger up and down her mother’s belly, occasionally dipping it into her navel. “We move this into Mom’s bed and have some more fun.”

“Sounds good,” Debra sighed happily. She glanced at her younger daughter. “As I recall from your diary, there’s something else you’d like to try, Becky.”

“Oh, yeah?” Amber piped, one eyebrow raised. “What’s that, Becks?”

Blushing slightly, Becky sat up, reaching for her sister’s hand. “Well… I want to make love to you too, Amber. I’ve been thinking about it, oh, almost as long as I’ve wanted to be with Mom.”

“Wow,” Amber breathed, slowly rising to her feet. “Well, yeah. Sure you can. Wow, I’ve been thinking for a long time about what a little sexpot you are.” She giggled. “I guess we’ve become a hot little lesbian family, huh?”

“Mmmm…” Debra purred. “I do like the sound of that.”

“This is the best Christmas ever!” cried Becky, wrapping an arm around her mother’s waist as they marched toward the bedroom.

The End

Secrets, Chapter 25

  • Posted on December 24, 2016 at 1:25 pm

By Naughty Mommy

When we gathered at Valerie’s on the afternoon of Saturday, September 10, in addition to the sixteen people from our previous meeting, there were four new faces. One of them belonged to a tall, pretty redhead named Whitney, a single woman about 45 years old. She was a friend of Maureen McCormick, Reagan’s mother.

Whitney appeared very shy, sticking close to Maureen and hardly saying a word, at least not until we began sharing our stories. By contrast, the three other new attendees, who’d been invited by Connie, were ebullient, mingling and chatting gaily with everyone.

After we finally settled into place, I stood and welcomed the group, then went over our club rules for the newcomers. No one had any objections or questions. As I sat down again, I thought how interesting it was that all four first-timers had been invited by those who themselves were new the previous month. Our plan was working — women and girls really did want to share their sexy secrets!

The first to speak this time was Maureen. She briefly related the story of how she and her teenage daughter Reagan enjoyed watching each other masturbate — but their particular fetish was that they always pretended they were spying. Neither one would acknowledge the other as she played with herself, although both knew exactly what was happening.

“My daughter and I have been doing that since, um, since early last year,” said Maureen, “so, for about a year and a half. But now, well, now I have another secret to tell. Because after we heard all those amazing stories from everyone last month, at the last meeting, we both realized we wanted more. We had to have more. So, uh, we made love. Reagan and I made love. It was… god, I can’t tell you how great it was.”

“Don’t you want to show us what you did?” asked Jae, with a wicked smile. “Not just tell us, but show us?”

Maureen blushed and grinned. “Well, yes,” she nodded, “we could do that, if you want us to. I’d kind of like to hear from some of the others first, though, hear what they have to say.”

Rose went next. She told us that during the past month she and her daughters, 13-year-old Emily and 9-year-old Melissa, had progressed from kissing and tribbing to oral sex. As she described in detail the things they’d done with each other, with her daughters sometimes adding comments, I saw hands moving down between legs at various places around the room. Several of the women and girls in attendance were starting to masturbate.

After Rose was done, one of our new attendees spoke up. This was a buxom blond named Michelle. She was on a sofa next to Connie Rayburn, the friend who’d invited her.  Michelle appeared to be in her early thirties and was dressed in tight, revealing clothing, showing plenty of skin.

“I want to tell you guys my story,” she said, smiling and winking at us, “all my dirty secrets. It, uh, it starts around twenty years ago, back when I was just a kid, 12 years old, the same age Claire is now.”

Michelle patted her daughter’s leg. Claire, who was squeezed in beside her mom, almost sitting on her lap, wore sandals, short-shorts, and a light, sleeveless top that buttoned up the front. More than half of the buttons were open, and the girl plainly wore no bra. A good portion of her small, developing breasts were visible.

Continuing, Michelle said, “I was a curious kid, always snooping around, and one day in the back of my parents’ closet, I found a hidden pile of adult magazines, mostly Playboy and Penthouse, along with some harder stuff too. There was also a couple of videotapes, you know, x-rated porn, and some dirty paperback novels. Of course, I was really excited by this, and started sneaking in there every chance I could get, looking at all that stuff and masturbating. One afternoon, though, I wasn’t careful enough, and my mom caught me.”

As she said this, Michelle turned and smiled at the fourth newcomer. Seated at the end of the sofa on the other side of Claire was Joan, Michelle’s mother and Claire’s grandmother. Joan, a curvy, fifty-something woman with bleached blond hair and a lot of makeup, was wearing tight jeans and a thin, clinging tank top with no bra. Evidently Connie had informed her friends what to expect from our meetings, and they’d come looking for a good time.

“Why don’t you tell them what you did then, Mom,” said Michelle.

Before Joan could reply, Valerie frowned, “You didn’t punish her, did you?”

“No, don’t worry,” Michelle laughed, “she sure didn’t.”

Joan shook her head. “I didn’t punish my daughter or get mad at her, nothing like that. We, uh, I actually sat down with her and we looked at some of the magazines and the other stuff. I told her it was fine for her to look at them, and I told her masturbation is perfectly normal. I asked her what she liked best in the magazines, and she told me, and I told her what I liked too, you know, the kinds of pictures that turned me on and everything. I started masturbating while we were looking at the stuff, and then she started masturbating. We looked at the dirty pictures together and played with ourselves until we both came, me and my 12-year-old daughter.”

“That’s hot,” said Maureen. She was openly masturbating, with her dress pulled up, legs spread wide, a hand inside her panties.

Rose nodded, “Yeah, it is. It’s very, very hot.”

Others chimed in, agreeing. More than half of the women and girls in the room were rubbing themselves, including me.

“I told her, though,” said Joan, “that we should probably keep it a secret from her dad. So we did. My daughter and I, all through the years when she was growing up, from then until she was an adult, we’d look at porn and masturbate together, secretly, any time we got the chance. We still do, in fact.”

“That’s what I do with my mom,” Tina said. “We watch porn and masturbate. I love doing that with her.”

Michelle chuckled, “I guess we’re not the only ones.”

Claire spoke up for the first time. “And I do it too now, with ‘em. You know, look at porn and, um, and all that.”

“That’s right,” said Joan, as she ran her hand along her granddaughter’s bare thigh, gently caressing. “A few months ago, her mother and I decided we should invite Claire to join our fun. And she loves it, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Uh-huh, I do,” the girl nodded, “it’s awesome.”

Jae asked, “Do you ever… do anything else with each other besides masturbating? Anything more?”

Michelle slowly shook her head, leering at Jae. “No, uh, we haven’t, not yet. Do you have some suggestions?”

There were giggles about this, with people looking around at one another. I wondered if an orgy might suddenly break out. Most of us were playing with ourselves to one extent or another, but no had reached climax yet that afternoon — we were edging, and the sexual tension in the room was extremely high, so high you could almost smell it. No, you could smell it. I took a deep breath, inhaling through my nose. Pussy, pussy, delicious pussy… the scent alone nearly made me come.

Following a few more seconds of silence, broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing, Connie said, “Whitney, maybe you should tell everybody about you and your mother.”

I immediately broke in. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. No one has to speak if they don’t feel like it.”

“No, I…” Whitney cleared her throat, then continued. “I do want to. I want to tell everyone my secret. I’m proud of it.”

So we listened as the woman told us all about her unusual experiences as a child.

“When I, um, one time when I was 6 years old, instead of putting me in my own bed at night, my mother brought me into her room. She took off my nightie and my undies, then set me down on the bed between her and my father. They were both naked already. That wasn’t unusual. We saw each other nude a lot, it wasn’t really a big deal at our house. But, uh, but I’d never seen my dad doing what he was doing. He was holding his dick in his hand and rubbing it, and it was huge, big and long and stiff. I couldn’t stop staring at it.”

“Mmmm,” sighed Valerie.

I glanced over at my friend, sitting in an armchair near me. Valerie’s eyes were closed and she had both hands working between her legs inside her panties, her loose silk skirt up around her waist. I wasn’t sure whether she was aroused by the thought of the man’s erect cock, or the idea of the little girl being nude in bed with her parents. Maybe it was both.

“My mom kissed me,” Whitney said. “She kissed my mouth and told me she loved me. She said she wanted to make love with me. I didn’t know what that meant, of course, at that age, but I soon found out. My mother kissed me again. She kissed my mouth, putting her tongue inside. She kissed my mouth and my chest and my nipples and my tummy, and then she started kissing my pee-pee. That’s what I called it then. My mom kissed and licked my pee-pee, and pretty soon I started feeling really strange. I got kind of hot, like a fever. My mother kept licking me there, and I was feeling all jumpy and shaky and excited, and then it happened — I had my first orgasm.”

“Goddamn goddamn goddamn!” That was Connie. She was fucking herself, two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, shorts and panties down around her ankles.

Whitney paused a moment, watching Connie. She smiled and licked her lips, then continued, “I didn’t really know what it was, what had happened, you know, when I came — but I knew it felt great and I wanted more. There wasn’t any more that first night, though. My mother put me back in my own bed, kissed me and told me she loved me, then went back to her room. But we did the same thing a few nights later, and after that it happened a lot, at least two or three times a week, maybe more often. My mom licked me and made me come while my father watched and masturbated. Somewhere along in there my mother started masturbating too. I don’t remember exactly when it was, but she played with herself and showed me what she was doing. She opened her pussy and told me I could kiss her there if I wanted to, the same way she kissed me.”

“Yes! YES!!” Connie reached climax — which suddenly triggered a whole bunch of others, including me.

I came, and Valerie came, and Rose and Jae both came, and Reagan and Maureen and Connie and, well, for the next several minutes all you could hear was the ecstatic sounds of girls and women enjoying self-induced orgasms, one after another. It was a masturbation jamboree, and this was only the beginning of our fun that Saturday afternoon.

 

After things settled down a bit, Whitney proceeded with her story. She told us about all the many nights she and her mother made love in front of her dad. This went on for years and years. Her father never touched Whitney, not sexually anyway, but there were a few times when he fucked her mom in front of Whitney, or when her mother sucked her dad’s dick and made him come. Those occasions were rare, however, being the exception rather than the rule. Nearly all the time it was mother-daughter sex, with the man simply watching.

For a decade and a half, beginning when Whitney was only 6 years old and continuing until she was 21, she and her mother pleasured each other in front of her dad, often several times a week.

“But then he got sick,” she said. “My father was a smoker and got lung cancer. He went down fast. A few months after he was diagnosed, he died. That was really sad, of course, but at least I had my mom and she had me. We consoled each other, and we continued making love.”

Whitney said she never moved away from home, but had always lived with her mother. They slept in the same bed for the next two decades and had sex on a regular basis. Only after her mom had a stroke at age 67 did they finally stop, when she became disabled. Within a year she passed away. Whitney had never fallen in love with anyone else, had never married or even considered it, and still thought of her mother as her life partner, her one true lover.

We were all quiet as we listened to this heartfelt declaration of love and devotion. It was beautiful, moving, and also arousing — to think of a woman and a girl, mother and daughter, making love for all those years, starting when the young one was a child and lasting until she was a woman in her forties with her mother in her sixties, their passion and desire for one another never waning.

It made me really hot to think about that. I wondered if Kerie and I… what might it be like for us when she grew up?

My daughter was sitting on the floor just in front of me. Near her were the other younger girls, Becky and Melissa. None of the three, as far as I could tell, had begun masturbating yet. They were content with listening and observing.

As I looked down at Kerie and thought about Whitney’s story, her lifelong love affair with her own mother, I felt suddenly overwhelmed with need. I had to have my daughter. I had to fuck her.

Then something else popped into my head — I recalled a conversation with my sister Jae a few months earlier. She’d suggested then that Kerie and I perhaps should ‘demonstrate’ for Rose the game we played, the way we tribbed. We’d never really had a chance to do that, but now we could.

“Kerie,” I said.

“Hm?” She turned to look up at me.

“Take off your clothes, baby girl.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

Addressing the group, I said, “Most of you know about this already, of course, but the newcomers don’t. And not very many of you have seen it. So now we’re gonna show you.”

As I spoke, I got to my feet and started stripping. I didn’t make a big production out of it, just quickly removed all my clothing, my summer dress, bra, panties, and sandals. By then, Kerie was naked too, standing and facing me. I bent and kissed her mouth, then glanced around the room.

Everyone was staring at us. I took a deep breath, licked my lips, and said, “My daughter and I are lovers. We have sex just about every day. I want to show you how we first started, one of the things we love to do together.”

I took a quilt from a stack beside my chair. (Valerie and I had decided it might be a good idea to have some padding available, just in case.) I spread the quilt on the floor in the center of the group, then lay down on my back, opening my arms and my legs.

“Come here, baby,” I smiled at Kerie. “Come here and fuck Mommy.”

“Okay!” she giggled.

“Let’s do it too, Mom,” said Emily, popping up from her chair. “Let’s do it too!”

Rose agreed, and soon she was lying nude on the floor next to me, with her 13-year-old daughter on top of her. Emily and Kerie began moving in tandem, humping their moms pussy-to-pussy while grinning at one another.

“Reagan,” said Maureen. “Jae asked us before to show some of the things we’ve done with each other. You want to do that now?”

The pretty teenager nodded. “Okay, sure.”

Maureen knelt in front of her daughter, pushed up her short skirt and tugged her panties off, then began licking the girl.

Others soon joined in, and within a few minutes a full-scale orgy was underway. On the floor not far from us, sisters Candice and Erica were locked in a ’69’, munching each other’s pussies. I could see Tina and Becky kissing and fingering one another, while their mother, Valerie, watched them and masturbated. Brooke and Allison were also in a ’69’, their mom standing over them, talking dirty to the girls as she fucked her cunt with her fingers. Meanwhile, Jae had approached Michelle. She’d removed the woman’s top and was licking and sucking her big tits. Joan was on the sofa with her granddaughter, Claire, on her lap, the older woman kissing and fondling the 12-year-old. Everyone at the meeting was either having sex with someone or watching and masturbating. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of hot feminine sex.

It went on that way for a couple of hours. Most of us switched partners several times. I got the chance to see some of the women doing things with their daughters they’d never done before, which was awesome. I had sex with Tina, and with Reagan, and Maureen, and Rose, and Emily, and well, I can’t remember everyone else, and I couldn’t begin to count the number of orgasms I had. It was a wonderful day.

 

At that fourth meeting of Secrets Club, in September, we’d had twenty attendees at Valerie’s, a nice large group. The following month we welcomed five new members, and the month after that there were nine more new faces in the room. We quickly realized that as our club continued to grow and became more popular — though still strictly secret, of course — we’d have no choice but to split up into separate chapters. Imagine fifty or sixty people meeting in one place, all trying to share their stories over a couple of hours. It simply wouldn’t work.

So, by the end of the first full year, there were three chapters of the club in our city, averaging twenty or more attendees at each monthly meeting. Isn’t that amazing? The women and girls who lived near us certainly had a lot of secrets to tell! And they weren’t the only ones, either. Not even close. After two years, our city alone could boast seven chapters of Secrets Club, while three other cities in our state had started their own chapters. It was contagious, spreading like a fever!

Our original chapter, the one I’d started along with Jae and Rose and Valerie, met on the second Saturday of every month. Other chapters also met monthly, but on different weeks or on different days. This allowed some of us, the charter members, to visit other meetings from time to time, checking in to be sure everything was working smoothly.

As I’ve done that, going around to different places week after week, it’s been fascinating to learn how common some of the secrets are that people hold. For instance, I would estimate that at least a third of all moms, maybe even half, have indulged in sexual fantasies about their daughters. Some women have fantasies about their sons too, of course, but the mother-daughter thing strikes me as far more prevalent for whatever reason. It seems as if that’s a natural instinct or something.

I also frequently hear stories about sisters who masturbated together when they were young, or who “practiced” kissing, which then led to more extreme activities. That’s another recurrent theme. We hear it over and over. In fact, it’s amusing: after attending so many meetings over all these years and listening to confessions of secrets from so many different women and girls, I can almost predict what someone’s going to say just from the initial set-up.

For those of us who are veterans of the club, there really aren’t too many surprises anymore. It’s still wonderful, though, to be at a meeting and witness the thrill of discovery for new members when they hear certain things for the first time, or to see the relief they feel when they are able to open up and share the forbidden secrets they’ve kept inside for so long. I’m really proud of what we’ve accomplished.

Once in a while I will hear something unusual. Among the members in one of our chapters, for instance, is a mother and daughter whose big fetish, their special turn-on, is peeing on each other. That’s certainly not my thing, not at all, but we try hard not to make any judgments. As long as no one gets hurt and everything’s consensual, the club does not place limits on the kinds of sexual secrets members are allowed to share.

Although there is no set agenda, and anyone can speak whenever they want, our meetings have developed a mostly standard format. The usual practice is that after an opening recitation of club rules, members will begin voluntarily to share their sexual secrets — and in many cases not only tell a story, but also demonstrate the things they do. With that in mind, nearly every chapter has one or more members whose job is to record each session on video.

As time went by and our club continued to grow — with new chapters springing up not only in our state but in nearby states as well — someone had the bright idea of offering these videos for sale to club members. That way, people from one meeting could hear the stories and watch the sexy antics of girls and women from other meetings too.

This was an immediate hit. Everyone wanted to observe what members in other places were doing, especially when those meetings turn into hot lesbian orgies. More often than not that’s what happens, with women and girls of all ages — sisters, mother and daughters, sometimes even grandmothers — having sex with each other on camera.

The substantial fees we accrue through video sales are placed in a fund to support an annual Secrets Club gala. This takes place in a different location every year and typically involves several hundred members meeting at a private resort, with, as you can imagine, a whole lot of sex going on at all hours of the day and night. It’s always an incredible experience, something no one ever wants to miss.

In the midst of all this busy activity, we needed someone to keep careful track of everything: chapters, locations, banking, and so on. So, we have a Secretary-Treasurer of Secrets Club, and can you guess who that is? Wait for it —— it’s Mrs. Simmons! Don’t you love it? She’s such a darling, we couldn’t possibly get along without her.

In addition, my daughter Kerie, who’s now 21 years old, writes a monthly newsletter that she distributes electronically to members who subscribe. Her circulation recently passed 3,000!

Yes, our little endeavor has been a huge success. There are multiple chapters of Secrets Club in most large American cities, and quite a few in Canada as well. Small and mid-size towns across the country each have their own groups that meet every month. We’ve even heard talk of chapters forming in Europe.

If you’re a woman or a girl with a secret interest in kinky sex, chances are pretty good that you’ve already heard about our club and maybe attended a meeting. I certainly hope you’ve been able to.

If not, try asking around. It’s likely you’re acquainted with someone who’s a member, even if you don’t realize it. It’s true, we’re everywhere! Just look for that girl or woman with a gleam in her eye, a flirty smile, a suggestive attitude that says, I have a secret. She’ll be the one.

THE END

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 65

  • Posted on December 23, 2016 at 4:33 pm

College Begins

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

We managed to make a total of three movies that summer before classes started at UCLA. Deanna and I got paid $1000 each for the first two, and $1500 for the third one because the series was becoming so popular on the pay-to-view site. That meant we had earned $3,500 each before taxes by the time classes began, all for a few days of so-called work. Mom was paying my tuition at UCLA, but she decided I should pay for my books to “keep me financially responsible.” That was fine, though. I always knew whatever my mom told me to do was in my best interest.

When Deanna and I went to register for our classes, we noticed several people looking at us. You know, as if they recognized us. We both would laugh when it would suddenly occur to them where they’d seen us before. There was one very pretty girl who openly stared at us, smiling. Deanna said to her, “Take a picture. It lasts longer.”

The girl’s answer was priceless. “Already have one on my computer.” She walked away, grinning.

I called out to her, “Did you enjoy it?” meaning the movie, of course.

She turned back and, continuing to walk backwards while looking at us and smiling as if sharing something amazing with us, said, “Several times.”

She turned back around and continued walking away. I stared at her ass as she strutted along the courtyard that separated several buildings, including the one housing the registrar’s office.

Deanna punched me with her elbow and said, “Stop drooling.”

I looked at her. “Who’s drooling?”

“Are you kidding? I was wondering if we might have to step around a puddle of your saliva.”

I looked back at the cute girl who had been so bold with us, following her with my eyes until she entered another building. Then glancing back at Deanna, I said, “Anyway, if there’s a puddle, it might not be saliva.”

She just laughed and grabbed my arm, dragging me to freshman registration.

We both signed up for the same freshman English class, a requirement that we needed to take our first quarter. I also took a class in child psychology, basic introductory psychology, and a class in filmmaking for non-majors, one of my elective classes I needed to help fill out my schedule. I also took a biology class I would need. I was really interested in the child psychology class because it had a lab that would involve working with some elementary age students. I didn’t know what that would involve yet, but I was definitely looking forward to it.

Deanna, who was considering becoming a teacher, took the same biology class I signed up for, as well as sociology, introduction to education, and developmental psychology.

After we had signed up for classes, we decided to go have some lunch at one of the university food courts.

When we had sat down with our food, I noticed the same girl who had spoken to us about the movie three tables over, eating her lunch. We were sitting behind her, so she didn’t see us, but I definitely noticed her.

Deanna saw I was distracted and followed my gaze.

“What the hell?” Deanna said. “Why don’t you just go get on your knees, crawl between her legs, and lick her pussy?”

I squinted at Deanna. “You think anyone would mind?”

Deanna just shook her head. When I looked back at the girl who I thought might be the cutest, most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, Deanna said, “Damn, Cheryl, you got it bad. Not even the first day of classes, and you’re already in love. Or lust. Which is it?”

“For now? Lust. I don’t know about the love thing,” I said. “Yet.”

“Uh, Cheryl?” Deanna said.

“Huh?”

“What makes you think she’s interested in you?”

“Hell, she saw the movie, Deanna. She’s at least bi.”

“What I mean is, maybe she’s interested in me?”

I looked at Deanna and started to protest, but then shut my mouth. Deanna was one hot chick herself. She could be right. Then again…

“Maybe she’d go for a threesome,” I suggested.

Deanna looked at the girl, shrugged, and said, “Who knows? Maybe she would.” Deanna sipped her drink. “Let’s go meet her. You know, introduce ourselves. It’s something sane people do.” She started to get up, but I grabbed her arm.

“She knows who we are,” I said. “We don’t know who she is, though.”

Still half standing, Deanna said, “That’s sort of the point for introducing ourselves. It kind of makes it so she introduces herself to us.” Then taking possession of her arm once again with a small jerk, she walked over to the mysterious fan.

I watched as they chatted for maybe half a minute. Deanna would glance my way then look back at the girl while they talked. When they had finished their brief conversation, Deanna strolled back over to me and sat down.

“Well?” I asked.

“She’s taken.”

It’s funny. I had never even spoken to this girl, and I felt my stomach drop when Deanna said that. Disappointment flooded my veins. In the few moments while Deanna went to talk to her, I had actually begun to picture myself and the mystery girl going out for dancing, dinner, a movie, then coming back to my house for a few hours of sex, followed by cuddling, followed by a few more hours of sex, followed by a little sleep, followed by more sex, followed by a shared shower and breakfast. Then we’d have sex again for the fun of it.

“Taken?” I asked, as if I didn’t understand the word.

“Yeah, you know. As in she’s dating someone already.”

“Another girl?”

“Yes. The girl’s name is Brenda.”

“Brenda? I always liked that name.”

Deanna looked at me and realized I had misunderstood. “Oh, no. The girlfriend’s name is Brenda. The girl you’ve been creaming in your panties over is Lisa.”

Pouting, I propped my chin on my left hand as I stared at Lisa’s back. Even it was sexy.

“Don’t look so glum,” Deanna said. “You’ve still got me and pretty much any other girl you would want, including your mom, your adopted sister, her mom, your aunt, her girlfriend who is also your former teacher, my sister, my mom… who did I leave out? Oh, yeah, those adorable twins.”

“So? I wanted her too,” I said.

Lisa stood and lifted her bookbag over her shoulder.

“Sit up,” Deanna said. “You look like a lovesick puppy.”

She was right, of course, so I sat up. Lisa made it a point to walk by our table and smile at us. I think I smiled back. I may have just stared at her boobs, I don’t know. She was honestly the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I know that thing is subjective. Deanna thought she was pretty, but not breathtaking or anything. I, on the other hand, thought she was magnificent.

Deanna was right about something else, too. I had it bad. I had never believed in love at first sight and still didn’t. I did believe in lust at first sight, though, and I thought that was what became love eventually, making people believe in love at first sight.

I was wearing a pair of pink shorts that day that barely covered my pussy and ass. I wondered if there might be a small wet spot from the juices that had run down my butt crack and pooled there. Thank goodness I had at least worn panties that day, cotton ones with a padded gusset for comfort and absorbency. When I stood up after we finished our lunch, I asked Deanna if there was a wet spot. She checked out my ass and said there wasn’t. I was surprised. My pussy was flooding and for the first time since middle school, I considered going into a public bathroom and taking care of a few things. I think the only thing that stopped me was the fact we had an assembly for freshmen we were required to attend. They actually had a bunch of tables with a range of letters from the alphabet and we had to go to the table with the letter range that included the first letter of your last name and check off that you were there. I wondered what they would do if you didn’t sign off. Kick you out?

The assembly was about a lot of boring shit, so of course I spent most of the time looking for and fantasizing about Lisa. I knew it was ridiculous — she and I hadn’t even been introduced or anything — but it was what it was. My mind just gravitated to that. I became aware I was squeezing my thighs together to stimulate my clit when the approaching orgasm was almost imminent.

Glancing around quickly to see if anyone had noticed that the pretty blond girl on the aisle about half way from the stage was about to come, I saw only Deanna looking at me with this “Oh my God” look on her face. It was at that precise moment that I came. It was the first orgasm I had had in a large room full of complete strangers since the time I masturbated in the airport when Mom and I were picking up my grandmother.

Somehow, I managed to keep from making any noise, other than my breathing becoming faster and deeper. My hand shot out and grasped Deanna’s knee, squeezing it as the jolts rocked me. Anyone looking at me instead of the people talking to us would know that something, well, odd was happening to me.

The orgasm subsided as quickly as it had occurred. I swallowed hard and took a slow, deep breath to cleanse my mind and attempt to flush the last vestiges of the climax from my body. My pussy still tingled with the aftereffects, and I felt as though I were sitting in a puddle of my juices, which was of course exactly what I was doing. I could smell my fragrance.

I looked around again to see if anyone noticed and for the first time looked directly behind me. There sat Lisa, two rows back. She was looking at me and smiling. Embarrassment flooded me.

She knew. I had just had an orgasm, and she knew that it was probably provoked by her. I decided I had to do something about this. I planned to talk to her after the assembly. I would just tell her quite openly that I had the hots for her. Not that it wasn’t evident already.

But when I tried to catch up with her, she was already gone. I mean, that girl was fast. By the time Deanna and I had gathered our belongings, she was lost in a sea of our fellow freshmen. It didn’t help that she was not that tall, maybe 5’4″ or so and it looked like the entire basketball team was in the aisle.

By the time we had wormed our way outside, there was no sign of her, and although I looked for her everywhere we went that day, I didn’t see her again. I could only hope to have a class with her or see her somewhere on campus after classes started.

When we got in her car to go home, Deanna spoke up about the incident in the auditorium.

“I can’t believe you came during that boring talk,” she said as she started the car.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly thinking about what they were talking about.”

“Yeah, I know what, or rather who, you were thinking about.”

“Hey, it was more fun than that talk they were giving us about the need to grow up and be responsible for ourselves. What childish bullshit. Can you believe they were discussing that stuff, like how to open a bank account and how important it was to stay on top of your studies?”

“I get it,” Deanna said. “They obviously have a lot of kids come here their freshman year totally unprepared for life.” Then she changed the subject back to my climax. “Honestly, though, I’ve never seen you like this. It’s like you’re obsessed with that girl.”

“I have to get her in bed, Deanna. I don’t think I can accept not fucking her.”

“Why? What makes her so important? Is it that you have made it obvious you want to get with her but she turned you down?”

I thought about that for a second. Deanna may have a point. Being turned down was bad for the ego. It had never happened to me before — okay, it had, but not often — and I was hurt that this Lisa girl wasn’t ready to yank her panties down for me, especially after I knew she had seen at least one of our movies. Several times, according to her. She had to know I had the major hots for her. Hadn’t she seen how good I could be in bed?

“Listen,” Deanna began, “she’s taken. You should respect that. Maybe she will pretend her girlfriend Brenda is you tonight? Maybe she has the hots for you as much as you have them for her. All I know is she told me she would love to get with us but she has a steady girlfriend.”

“Wait a minute!” I interrupted. “She said she would ‘love to get with us’ and you didn’t tell me that?”

“I didn’t?” Deanna asked.

“No, you didn’t!”

“I thought I did.”

“No. Believe me, I would remember if you did. That’s a major difference maker.”

Deanna’s mouth twitched into an ‘oh well’ smirk, like some kind of lip shrug, which was accompanied by an actual shrug. “Sorry. I thought I told you that.”

I slumped in my seat in disgust.

“There is one other thing” Deanna continued. “I didn’t want to say anything at the time because I knew you already felt kinda bad for coming in the middle of the assembly, but you definitely had a wet patch on your butt when you got up from your seat. You must have squirted or something.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say something?”

“I told you why I didn’t. Anyway, there wasn’t much you could have done about it.”

“That’s true, but you should have told me.”

“Sorry. Jeez, anybody ever tell you that you’re not easy to be with when you’ve been rejected?” she said before adding, “I’ve never seen you squirt before.”

“I don’t squirt.”

“Well, it looked like enough pussy juice for it. You had a spot the size of Texas back there.”

I looked daggers at her. “Are you saying my ass is bigger than Texas?”

Deanna looked at me and burst out laughing. “No. I’m just exaggerating to let you know it was pretty big. Fuck! Remind me never to turn you down when you want sex.”

“Speaking of which,” I said.

“So, you couldn’t have Princess Lisa, so you’re gonna settle for me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.”

“Do you wanna fuck when we get to my house, or not?”

“You think I’m gonna say no after saying to remind me never to turn you down? You might explode all over my nice, clean car.”

“Ha. Fucking. Ha.” I said.

“Even after that orgasm in the assembly, you want more?”

“Since when did one time satisfy me?” I said, staring out at the traffic on the freeway… traffic that was keeping me from getting home and having sex with my best friend.

“Well, that’s true,” she said, changing lanes and earning a blast from the horn of the car she cut off.

Deanna ignored it and smiled over at me. “So… you’re horny?”

“Extremely.”

Her grin widened. “I dare you to strip your shorts off and rub one off.”

I looked at her. She was serious, and the idea immediately put me in a better frame of mind. I always liked to do stuff like that. I can’t tell you how often the two of us masturbated in my mom’s car while going somewhere. We used to make it a race to see who could come first.

“What about you?” I asked. “Are you horny, too?”

“Yeah, but I’m driving.”

“That’s no problem,” I said, reaching over to undo her shorts. “I can rub it for you while I rub myself.”

“Cheryl! What are you doing?”

“Getting us off in traffic,” I said, as if we did this every day.

After I had her shorts and panties around her knees, I reached down and pulled my own shorts and panties completely off. Deanna did her best to keep her eyes on the traffic, knowing full well this was going to happen just as I had said it would.

When I was naked from the waist down, I leaned back in my seat and started playing with myself, rubbing my soaking wet pussy (it hadn’t really ‘dried up’ since the assembly), and licking the juices off my saturated fingers, only to reach once more for my cunt.

After doing this for a minute, I reached over with my left hand and began fingering Deanna and flicking her clit. She was rather wet herself. My right hand dove into my pussy again. I was going to get both of us off right there on the busy freeway.

We had slowed quite a bit, and if people had looked at us, they might have been able to figure out what we were doing. In fact, I’m fairly certain the driver of the car in front of us could tell my hand was in Deanna’s lap, if nothing else. I mean, my arm was definitely extended in that direction and jiggling a bit as I rubbed her clit.

“Oh my God,” Deanna said. “Gonna come.”

And she did, all while doing her best to keep the car going in a straight line, or at least straight enough to stay in our lane.

Her coming triggered my own orgasm, of course. I know if the driver in front of us was paying attention, he would have seen my face contort into one of those pleasure grimaces we all know so well.

When I had finished getting the two of us off, I leaned over and put my face in Deanna’s lap.

“What the fuck?! No, Cheryl! You’re gonna make me wreck!”

“Then pull over,” I said, and dove into her pussy.

It wasn’t easy to lick her like this, however. It was kinda hard to get my tongue really in there to lick her clit from that angle directly above her lap. I stayed with it for about a minute before giving up. Deanna was getting too tensed up anyway.

Sitting back up, I said, “You wanna lick me?”

“When we get to your place, yes. I can’t right now, Cheryl, because I’m doing this thing called driving, and I have to be able to see where we’re going,” she said, the sound of sarcasm ringing from every syllable.

I laughed, causing her to look my way and smile. I was feeling more like myself, but I still wanted to meet this girl and, well, get to know her — like every inch of her.

When we got to my house, we managed to both get naked before we even got to the bedroom. When we entered the room I shared with Jenna, Sonia, and Sophia, the twins were lying in bed reading. They had only gotten prettier since their arrival three years ago. We said hi to them, then we got into bed, immediately moving into a sixty-nine.

At one point I looked up and saw the twins had gotten undressed as well and were watching us and masturbating. Later, I noticed they had formed their own sixty-nine, and we made love together to our own partners.

After Deanna and I came a couple of times, we joined the twins on their bed.

Sonia lay next to Deanna and Sophia snuggled up to me. My hand went to her little butt, and I began to massage the firm flesh there, dipping my fingers underneath her to smear the juices around in her pussy and over that gorgeous, little butthole. Her own hand went to my pussy and began to rub my clit.

I could hear Sonia and Deanna as they kissed, and Sonia moved down to suck Deanna’s breasts. Soon the four of us were in a pair of sixty-nines.

I loved the taste of the twins’ pussies. And those two could have at least a dozen orgasms in about an hour of making love. They were as sexual as I was at that age. I guess starting early has its benefits.

That night I lay there next to Jenna, talking about the girl I had become obsessed with. She agreed that I should do my best to hook up with her.

I fell asleep thinking of her, wondering if we would ever get together.

As it turned out, it was a couple of months later, after I had accepted the fact that it would never happen because of some things that occurred later.

But once we met again under, well, more favorable circumstances, things got very interesting very quickly.

Continue on to Chapter 66

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 4

  • Posted on December 22, 2016 at 4:18 pm

By Muffi

We collected up the mountain of luggage and carried it up the stairs to my room. Sara was impressed by my playground-sized bed, and she thought the mirrored walls were “really cool.” I was thanking whatever deity was responsible for the fact that I’d never installed a ceiling mirror. Try explaining that to a nine-year-old girl.

Why do I have a mirror on the ceiling? Oh, I’m just so pretty, I like to fall asleep looking at myself.

“Aunt Meagan, are we gonna go any place today?”

“I don’t know, Sweetie, why?”

“Cos if we’re not,” she said, “then we don’t have to stay dressed. We can put on PJs or sweats or something.”

Yeah, it was going to be a long day and night.

“Well,” I said, “I don’t know. Do you two want to do anything special, or do you want to just hang out and watch movies and do silly girl stuff?”

The two of them looked at each other for a moment.

“Movies and girl stuff!” shrieked Janelle.

“Yeah, movies and girl stuff!” Sara joined in, the two of them jumping up and down.

“Well, you two are easy to please,” I said. “Okay, movies and girl stuff it is.”

Two backpacks were thrown to a corner of the room. From the sound of it, they were both filled with school books. Sara opened her duffel bag, and Janelle was ripping into one of her other backpacks. Little girl clothing started to fly about the room as they rummaged around looking for something suitable to change into. I shook my head. Clean up was going to be fun, trying to sort out who owned what.

Almost before I knew it, I was in the presence of two little nine-year-old girls wearing nothing but panties and socks. They were both sorting through tee-shirts, searching out which they wanted to wear.

Dear God. Be still, my beating heart, I thought.

Fortunately for me, my back was facing the corner of the room where the two mirrored walls come together. I say fortunately because if I’d been looking at the mirrors, I would have been looking at multiple images of them. One of each was enough, thank you. More than that, I couldn’t handle right now.

Janelle was facing away, which gave the fast-growing pervert in me a chance to gaze at her cute little panty-clad ass for a moment. I had to tear my eyes away, or risk being caught drinking in that delicious sight. Jesus, I had descended into utter depravity.

Sara had already pulled a mid-thigh length tee-shirt over her head. I was grateful. The length would keep any flashing of her panties to a minimum. Janelle, on the other hand, had chosen a tee-shirt that fell only to the tops of her thighs, barely covering her pert little ass.

I was doomed. Fucking doomed.

Janelle spun around and stared at me expectantly. “Well? Aren’t you gonna wear something comfy, too, Aunt Meagan?”

Mentally shaking myself, I gave the girls a nervous smile. “Yup, I am,” I mumbled.

I kicked off my sneakers, then shucked out of my jeans and pulled my shirt off. I was acutely aware of the two little girls standing there, watching me change. Being aware of that, it seemed that I just couldn’t help myself. I slowed my movements. Perverted as it was, I wanted to parade around half naked for them.

Exhibitionist that I am, I bent at the waist and dug through my drawer for a few moments, knowing I was giving them a blatant view of my ass. Then I straightened up and turned around, holding a tee-shirt. I raised my arms and let it fall over me, hoping, without daring to look, that the girls had been peeking at my breasts.

In my head I could hear Ellie and Nellie from the living room. We’re watching you…

“Okay, you two,” I said, shaking out my hair. “Why don’t you go down and find a movie you want to watch, and I’ll go make some popcorn. Sound good?”

It must have sounded good, because the two girls disappeared almost in a blink.

I have a fairly extensive collection of DVDs. A good portion of them are kids movies. Having Janelle around a lot gives me a good excuse to have them. Besides, I like Disney movies. Sue me.

When I’d finished the popcorn — which took a few minutes since I make the real kind, done in a pot on the stove and slathered with butter and salt — I returned to the living room to find that we weren’t watching a Disney movie after all. Close enough, though. The girls had put chosen Madagascar. I could live with that. Chris Rock as the annoying Marty the Zebra never fails to make me giggle.

I handed each girl a couple of paper towels and put the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. They sat on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, while I sat on the couch, one girl on either side of my feet. I passed out cans of ginger ale to the girls, cracked one open for me, and settled in to watch.

There was little discussion through the movie. When it was over, I was left with two little girls whose faces and hands were smeared with melted butter, so I herded them into the kitchen for a wipe down. That accomplished, we returned to the living room, and began the next feature, which natually was Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa.

As the movie was loading, Sara noticed that Janelle’s toenails were painted to match her fingernails. “You got painted toenails, too? That’s cool!”

Janelle proudly held a foot up for display. “I was ‘posed to wear sandals yesterday for my party, but then I talked my Mom into lettin’ me wear that leather outfit, instead of the dress ‘n sandals she wanted me to wear. Aunt Meagan painted ‘em for me. Want yours done, too? I bet she’d paint ‘em for ya if ya do.”

My services were being volunteered. Goody.

Janelle had turned to face me. “Wouldn’t'cha, Aunt Meagan?”

“If Sara wants me to, sure,” I said. Sara’s grin told me all I needed to know.

I gathered the necessary items together, and sat down cross-legged on the living room floor. Sara sat in front of me, clearly thrilled. I began to repeat the process that I had gone through with Janelle a couple of days ago. Sara seemed to share Janelle’s propensity for having squirmingly ticklish feet. Getting cotton balls inserted between her toes took a few minutes.

Once her toenails were finished, I asked Sara if she’d like me to paint her fingernails as well. She loved the idea.

Welcome to Meagan Bristol’s Nail Salon. I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d done my own nails, prior to preparing for Janelle’s birthday party. Anyhow, I told her that we should let her toes dry completely before painting her fingernails.

As suppertime came closer and closer, I asked Sara what she likes on pizza. Cheese and pepperoni. Of course.

“No mushrooms?” Janelle asked incredulously.

Sara shook her head vigorously. “Mushrooms’re gross!” she proclaimed.

Three small pizzas, then. One with pepperoni and mushrooms, one with pepperoni only, and a third with everything, including the kitchen sink. The girls squinched their faces in disgust when they heard me specify extra anchovies on mine.

Several hours later, I told the girls that it was time to think about getting ready for bed. “You two have school tomorrow,” I reminded them, “so you need to either shower or take a bath. Which do you want?”

They wanted to shower. Then they decided that it was just as easy to take one together. I herded them up the stairs to my room, where they each pulled out clean pairs of panties, then ambled into the bathroom. The two tee-shirts hit the floor along the way, their socks close behind. Finally, two pairs of panties wound up in a small heap next to the bath mat.

I turned on the shower, doing my best to avoid looking at either girl any more than I absolutely had to. My heart was throbbing like a V-8 engine.

Two naked little girls climbed into the shower. I heard some squealing for a moment, then Janelle piped up. “Aren’t you gonna take a shower, too, Aunt Meagan?”

I froze. “Uhmm, it’s okay, Sweetie. I can take mine when you and Sara are finished.”

“But why?” she asked, in perfect innocence. “There’s room for all of us.”

She was right. My shower is roomy.

Watch your step, I heard Ellie and Nellie say from the living room.

Half of me wanted to avoid that shower at all costs. That part, the sensible part, wanted to run into the bedroom and hide until the girls were finished.

That part lost the argument. With shaking hands, I pulled my tee-shirt over my head, then shoved my panties down, stepping out of them. “Okay, coming in,” I said, taking a deep breath as I opened the shower door.

Two drenched little girls were waiting for me, their hair slicked back and streaming water down over their little butts. The water made their little bodies gleam in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. They were both grinning widely at me.

I was glad for the water. It would have been awkward trying to explain the wetness growing between my thighs without the water to camouflage it.

As I began to soap myself, Sara looked at me with a growing curiosity. “How come you don’t have hardly any hair down there?” she asked.

“Uhmm… well, because I shave most of it off,” I said. For some reason, I felt mildly embarrassed.

Janelle was staring at my pussy openly, puzzlement showing plainly on her face. I wondered if she had just never noticed my lack of pubes before, or if she’d been reluctant to ask about it. She must not have noticed. Believe me, there are precious few questions that Janelle would hesitate to ask.

“How come?” Sara asked.

It just feels so much nicer when I touch myself, or when someone else touches me, without the hair there. Yeah, sure. I’ll bet her parents would really appreciate that explanation.

“I just don’t like to have a lot of hair on my body,” I replied. “Hair is for men.”

“My mom has hair down there,” Sara responded.

“Well, I would too, if I didn’t shave it off.”

“Doesn’t it hurt to shave it?” she asked.

“No,” I replied with a smile. “It doesn’t hurt.”

They were both still staring openly at my vulva. Be careful what you wish for, Meagan. You wanted to show your body off for the girls a few minutes ago. Looks like you got your wish. Unsettling, isn’t it?

“Besides,” I said, doing my best to ignore that voice in my head. “I think it’s prettier without all that hair there.”

“But nobody ever sees it,” said Janelle. “Who cares what it looks like?”

“I see it,” I replied. “My girlfriends see it. Besides, you two are seeing it right now, aren’t you?”

“That’s different,” said Janelle. “We’re taking a shower.”

Time to end this conversation. “Okay, cut it out, you guys! I just don’t like all that hair down there, okay?”

Both girls looked at me like I’d lost my mind, and I felt like a complete fool. Suddenly, Janelle handed me the soap. “Do our backs, Aunt Meagan?”

I took the soap with shaking hands. As they turned, I closed my eyes for a moment. Give me strength, please, I begged silently to some god out there. Preferably, one who looks out for gay women.

I grabbed a washcloth from the bar on the inside of the shower door. That’ll work, I told myself. If I use a washcloth, I won’t feel their soft, smooth skin under my fingers.

Calmer now, I lathered up the washcloth and began to scrub Janelle’s back. Yeah, sure. I wasn’t conscious at all of running my hand over the body of a naked little girl. No problem here, no sirree.

As I began to scrub lower, moving onto the swell of her little ass, my eyes were riveted to the swelling globes. So cute, so perfectly formed…

Stop it!

I quickly finished with Janelle’s back, then turned to Sara. I started at her shoulders, and worked my way down. Then I gasped.

At the small of her back, just above her pelvic bone, there was a dark, purplish bruise. It was a rounded rectangular shape. I stared at it for a moment, slowing down my scrubbing, trying to figure out what it looked like. Then it dawned on me.

I closed my hand for a moment and studied it. The bruise was a perfect imprint of a fist. Sara had been punched in the kidney. Hard. The bruise was much bigger than my own closed fist.

Whoever had hit her had big hands. A man’s hands.

I felt anger bubbling up inside of myself. No, that’s a lie. I felt rage starting to boil over.

Somehow I forced myself to stay calm as I continued to wash Sara’s back. When I finished, being careful to avoid what looked like a very painful bruise, I kept my voice neutral. “What happened to your back, Sara?”

“Huh?” She hesitated. “Oh… uh, I fell.”

“Ouch,” I said. “That must have hurt. Looks like it still does.” Janelle was looking at Sara’s back, too.

“It hurt at first,” she said. “But it’s not so bad now.”

“How’d you fall?” I asked her.

“I, uh… I tripped going up the steps on the porch,” she said.

Which would have caused you to fall face forward, I thought, the rage continuing to build.

I decided to stop questioning Sara. It was obviously making her nervous. I’d sort out what to do next after I thought about it, hopefully calmed down a bit. That wouldn’t be easy.

“Next time, be more careful going up the stairs, silly!” I told her.

She had turned to face me again, now. She smiled nervously at me, nodding. “I will,” she said. “Sometimes I’m clumsy. That’s what my dad says.”

Clumsy. Yeah, sure. So clumsy of you, Sara, running into his fist like that. You need to learn to be more careful.

Our eyes remained locked for a moment. I knew. She knew that I knew. She looked away.

I tried to bring back the light mood from before. “C’mon, you two! Wash your hair, and then let’s get out of here and have cookies and milk in bed!”

Janelle squealed with delight. So did Sara, but a beat late. She was smiling like Janelle, but the smile seemed forced. I could tell that she was trying to bring back the happy vibe from before, to forget that bruise on her back.

The three of us got our hair washed, rinsed and conditioned, and got out of the shower. We dried off, the two girls put their clean panties on, I slipped into my tee-shirt, then they followed me to the bedroom. They wriggled back into their tee-shirts, I stepped into my panties on, and we all crawled onto the bed.

Now what? Well, for starters, I had to get Sara alone to question her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to relax, much less sleep, until I found out how she got that ugly mark on her back.

“Janelle,” I said, “why don’t you turn on the TV and find something we can watch in bed?” Then I turned to Sara, giving her a big smile. “Sara, would you help me get cookies and milk for all of us?”

She got down from the bed, still trying her best to be cheerful. It made me ache inside, seeing this soft-spoken little girl suppressing her feelings behind a strained grin.

I tossed Janelle the remote for the small bedroom television, and Sara and I went to the kitchen for snacks.

When we got to the kitchen, I placed my cookie jar on the table, then put a large plate next to it. “Can you fill up the plate, Sweetie?” I said. “Pile them as high as you can… I think we’re all pretty hungry.”

I silently poured three glasses of milk, then put the carton back in the refrigerator. Then I sat down at the table and took Sara’s right hand, looking into her frightened eyes.

“Sara, I’m not going to try and make you tell me anything that you don’t want to,” I said, calmly as I could. “But you and I both know that you didn’t hurt your back like that falling on your porch steps.”

I could feel her shiver. “I… I d-don’t…” She fell silent.

“Someone hit you,” I said simply. She looked away, unable to meet my gaze. I felt her trying to pull away, but held onto her hand. “I’m not going to push you, Sweetie,” I said. “But if you ever need anything, if you ever need help, or just someone to talk to, all you have to do is ask me, okay?”

Sara’s head moved in a barely-perceptible nod.

I wasn’t sure how she’d take it, but I did it anyway: I wrapped my arms around the child and hugged close, careful to avoid her lower back. She smelled sweet and clean, freshly showered.

What she said next made me freeze, catching my breath.

“Sometimes I’m bad.”

When I could breathe again, I drew back, seeking her eyes. She wouldn’t look at me.

“I don’t believe that, Sara,” I said.

She nodded slowly. “I am,” she said. “My dad gets mad at me sometimes, ’cause I’m bad.”

Using every ounce of inner strength I had to remain calm, I put my hands on her shoulders and waited for her eyes to meet mine before I spoke. “Sara, listen to me, okay? I don’t care what you might do to make your father angry with you. No one deserves to be hit. No one, not for any reason. Do you understand? No one has any right to hurt you.”

She didn’t look as if she believed me. I didn’t want to push her any further, though. It felt like a victory that I’d gotten her to open up to me this much. Best to let her decide if, and when, she wanted to say more.

“Come on,” I said, clearly changing the subject. “Janelle must be wondering why we’re taking so long.”

Sara smiled wanly and nodded. I handed her two glasses of milk, and picked up the plate of cookies and my own glass. We headed back up to the bedroom without a word.

The upside? I was no longer fighting my feelings of lust at being so close to two barely dressed little girls. Lust was the last thing on my mind right now.

Okay, let’s clarify that. Sexual lust was gone. There was still lust there. This was more on the order of bloodlust, though. I welcomed it.

Less than an hour later, the two girls were sleeping soundly. I turned the volume down on the television, but left it turned on. Then I padded out to the hall and went to my office, where I picked up the phone and called Kate.

After I’d apologized for calling late, I explained everything that had happened. She was silent for a moment when I’d finished.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she said quietly.

“Jesus has nothing to do with this, Kate,” I said.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “You know how Social Services works in this state. They’ll investigate, he’ll cry and say he’s sorry, they drop the case, and then he’ll be twice as hard on her after they stop breathing down his neck. I don’t even want to think about what Sara’s mother must have to deal with.”

“I guess you’re right,” she said. “So now what?”

“Honestly, I don’t know,” I said. “But I do know that Sara is going to be asked to spend as much time as possible with Janelle. That way, she’ll have more time away from him. The two of them can hang out here after school. At least that gives her a few extra hours of peace every day.”

“But that still doesn’t solve anything,” she said quietly.

“No, it doesn’t,” I said. “Let me think on this for a little bit.” There was a tiny seed of an idea beginning to sprout in my mind. “I know someone who might be able to help.”

“Like who?”

“Well, like Michelle.”

“The cop? I thought you two weren’t seeing each other anymore.”

“Not romantically. But we’re still friends. And she’ll keep her mouth shut if I ask her to.”

“Well, it’s a place to start, I guess,” she said.

“Yeppers. And I’m going to have Sara call her mother in the morning. See if it’s okay for her to come over here and hang out with Janelle after school.”

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” She paused. “We have to do something, Meagan.”

“Yes, we do,” I replied. “I’m not going to let that fucker keep hurting her. She’s nine years old, for God’s sake. I’ll put a bullet in his head myself, if I have to.”

Kate was silent for a moment. “Don’t do anything stupid, Meagan, please,” she said. “I know it’s hard to think about Sara having to be in that situation for one more second. But you won’t solve anything if you get into trouble trying to help her.”

I sighed. My little sister, the voice of fucking reason. She was right, though. “Yeah, yeah,” I said.

“I know. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Uh, Meagan? You are being good. You’re trying to help a little girl. What I’m saying is that you need to be patient, no matter how hard that might be.”

I hate it when Kate is right.

“I know. Listen, I’m going to get off here, and give Michelle a call. I want to try to figure out my next step here.”

“Okay, hon,” she said. “Keep me posted, okay?”

“I will,” I said. “Night.”

“Night, big sister.”

I hung up the phone and stood, pacing back and forth in the office for a few moments. I went to the kitchen, and poured myself a short shot of whiskey, tossed it back, and decided to bite the bullet. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the phone.

Like Kate said, Michelle is an ex-girlfriend of mine. We had a brief, but extremely intense relationship. What ended things was that we were simply too alike in personality. We both tend to be dominating women, and the constant struggle for power destroyed any chance there might have been for a long-term thing between us.

When we parted, Michelle and I stayed friends, though it was always a rather uneasy friendship. Too much history, I suppose.

But our personal issues aside, Michelle is a genuinely good person, and a hell of a cop. You constantly hear policemen saying that they took up the badge “to help people,” which is one of the oldest cliches in the book – but in her case, it’s the truth. That whole “To Protect and Serve” mentality is something that she truly believes and lives.

She’d be able to offer a sounding board for me, if nothing else. And because this involved a little girl being harmed, she’d be every bit as passionate about this situation as I was.

I dialed Michelle’s cell number from memory. She answered immediately, a hint of surprise in her voice. It had been a few months since I last called. “Meagan? What’s up?”

“Michelle, hi,” I said. Skipping the preliminaries, I got right to it. “Listen, I’ve got a problem, and I need some advice.”

“What’s up?” she said.

“First, are you on duty?” I asked.

“Nope. Just signed out.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. That meant she wouldn’t be called away unexpectedly.

I spilled the whole thing, from the first time that I’d met Sara, to my conversation with her in the kitchen earlier tonight. I didn’t leave anything out, with one exception: Sara’s last name. I wanted to hear what Michelle had to say first. If she went all by-the-book on me, I’d keep Sara’s identity to myself. Somehow, I knew that going through the official channels would probably do more harm than good with this situation. My hope was that Michelle would feel the same way.

When I’d finished, Michelle was silent for a moment. “Son of a bitch,” she finally hissed.

“Yeah,” I said. “Michelle, this bruise on her back… that fucker punched her hard. Right in the kidney, for Christ’s sake.”

I heard her suck in a deep breath. “Don’t tell me who he is,” she said. “If I know, I’ll have to do something official.”

“Okay,” I said. Good. She wasn’t going to be the cop for this.

“Listen,” she said, “is there any way you can get a picture of her back? I mean, without letting her know what you’re doing?”

“Maybe,” I replied. “What for?”

“Because, if all else fails,” she said, “and it has to go into the system, you’re going to want documentation of any injuries.”

I thought for a moment. “Uhmm… I could set up my laptop in the bedroom, and try to maneuver her into position so that the webcam gets a shot of her back,” I said.

“High res cam?” she asked.

“Please, Michelle,” I said. “You know me and my computer equipment.”

She laughed. “Sorry. That was a stupid question, wasn’t it? Well, try to get a picture of the bruise.
Get her as close as you can, so it’s as detailed as possible.”

She fell silent again for a few heartbeats. When she did speak, I was more surprised than I let on. “And Meagan?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you and I should go and pay this guy a visit.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Michelle. If we show up at the house together and start in on him in front of his family, it’ll just piss him off more. Besides, I thought you didn’t want to do anything that you’d have to make official?”

“Who said I’d go in an official capacity? And you’re right, if we humiliate him in front the wife and daughter, he’ll end up taking it out on them.”

“So what then?” I asked. I was unsure how I felt about her getting so deeply involved in this. Michelle and I are friends, and I still like her. Our being lovers just didn’t work out. But this whole “we” thing was making me uncomfortable.

“Give me a day to think about it,” Michelle said. “I’ll dig into this guy and see what I can turn up, like if he has a rap sheet. I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know what I find out. Give me any information you have about him.”

“Hang on.” I dug out the phone book and thumbed through the pages until I found him. “His name is Charles Davidson. The address in the phone book just says McConnell Road, no number.”

“Know how to get there?”

I gave her directions to where the house was located, then added, “His wife’s name is Colleen, the daughter is Sara, no “H.” That’s all I know.”

“That’s a start,” she said. “I’ll see what I can find out about him. I’ll call you tomorrow. And Meagan?”

“Yeah?”

“One way or another, we’ll stop this guy. You’re doing the right thing. For now at least, we’re going to do this without filing any kind of reports or getting Social Services involved. If it ends up that we have to go through the system, fine. But I’d rather avoid that. They’re not nearly as effective as they like to think they are.”

“Thanks, Michelle,” I said. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

“No problem, pretty lady,” she said. “Night.”

Pretty lady, I noted as I racked the phone. Great. I don’t need any terms of endearment. I don’t want to be obligated to Michelle for anything. Then I thought about that bruise on little Sara’s back.

Sometimes, the cost doesn’t matter. You just have to fix something, no matter what the price is. This needed to be fixed.

I turned off the light in the office and returned to the bedroom. Easing myself into bed, not wanting to awaken the girls, I found a place where I could lay in reasonable comfort. The two of them were sprawled out, taking up a good section of the bed. Thankfully, my bed is rather on the large side.

I awoke at one point to find myself with two little heat leeches curled up around me, one on either side. I was used to this from Janelle. She tends to cling when we sleep in the same bed, which is a fairly regular occurrence. It wasn’t until tonight that it had taken on a whole new level of meaning for me. Sara was also clinging to me, her head resting against one breast. I think it was the first time I’d ever seen her look truly at peace since I’d met her.

I drifted back to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 5

School Memories, Chapter 5

  • Posted on December 21, 2016 at 1:02 pm

By Passing Cloud

With an almost overpowering surge of lust, I started to lick my sister’s cunt.

I took my time.

I began with a long, slow lick along the length of her slit, from her clit to her anus. I inhaled deeply. It smelled and tasted just as I wanted and expected. I knew what a little girl’s pee and bum holes were like and I needed that sense of reality to reinforce in my mind what I was actually doing.

At least that’s what I think I was doing as I look back.

It was a kind of ‘relishing the moment’.

Making it REAL.

I loved the response I got. Kathy released a long sigh of satisfaction as my tongue slid over her skin, then she gasped as it wriggled between her lips and then, “Oh!” she cried in surprise as the tip tickled her clitoris.

I tried to copy what Maria had done to me. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed her entire vulva, sucking her fleshy mound while letting my tongue repeatedly flick her sensitised button.

It wasn’t long before she was moaning in earnest. I noticed the different responses depending on where and how I licked her: the intake of breath when I touched her clitoris, the exhalation and prolonged “oh… oh… oh…” as I caressed the sensitive membranes along the length of her slit and between her lips, the various oohs and aahs as I varied the pressure and speed and intensity of my caresses, the working of my tongue.

My focus shifted slightly. Although I was loving what I was doing, and was to an extent satisfying my own sexual desires, I found my mind becoming slightly detached. I wanted to acquire knowledge, expertise. I wanted to be as proficient as possible for Maria.

I started asking questions.

Raising my face from my sister’s eager vagina, I said, “Tell me how it feels. Tell me where you like it most. Tell me how you want it.”

Exhaling with an extended sigh, her voice trembling, Kathy answered, “Oooh, that’s nice, there,” as I flicked my tongue around her pee-hole. As I trailed it along her labia, dipping into her slit as I went, she whispered, “Mmm that’s lovely.” Then as I paused over her clitoris and took it first between my pursed lips, then started to tickle it with the tip of my tongue, she arched her back groaning, “There, just there, lick it… oooh… not so hard, not so hard… oooh…” I softened the pressure of my tongue. I was still licking quickly — tiny rapid movements, but I was barely making contact. It was the subtlest of touches that I could manage, but it seemed to be working.

Her back remained arched, her head flung back — still tantalisingly muffled by her nightdress — as her arms strained and twisted, her legs remained stretched wide and her breathing got faster and shallower. “Ah… ah… there. Yes, that’s it… that’s it… like that… don’t stop… p-please!”

I rejoiced in her orgasm.

I tried to hold her in position as she came. I kept licking and licking throughout, not wanting to stop. I tried to pin her arms so I could continue, but she was too strong, her convulsions too violent. I had a fleeting thought that next time I would like to tie her down so I could lick her for as long as I wanted. I didn’t realise it then, but that thought would recur and become relevant very soon.

For the moment, though, I had achieved what I had set out to do. I felt ready for Maria. I sat up with an intense feeling of satisfaction and achievement and watched my sister recover.

Kathy lay trembling on her back as she pulled her nightdress down and covered herself up. I felt a twinge of regret as I lost sight of her nakedness. I wanted to tell her — order her — not to cover herself. To let me keep looking at her. I wanted to stay in command. Again, I thought about tying her up. The idea thrilled me. But it would have to wait. Soon, I told myself. Maybe tomorrow night. I instinctively felt that these little erotic encounters with my sister were falling under my control. I would decide what we did, and where and how. It just seemed right to me. Time would tell.

She slowly regained her composure. The trembling subsided and she pulled the covers back up. She looked at me sheepishly. I thought she was going to say something, but she just kept looking at my face. She had a half-smile and she bit her bottom lip as she kept staring at me.

I put my hand on hers and, smiling gently, said, “Was it alright?”

Her smile widened as she nodded silently. She grasped my hand tightly with both of hers then suddenly pulled it under the covers and, widening her smile into a wicked grin, pushed it back between her legs. With both hands she pressed my eager fingers into her vulva. Between her lips. “Put your finger inside,” she urged me.

I was surprised but delighted, and more than willing to comply.

My middle finger easily slipped into her hot wetness as, relishing the feeling, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent gasp.

She gripped my wrist under the covers, holding my hand in place, so I couldn’t have withdrawn even if I had wanted to.

After a few moments she opened her eyes and, still holding my arm firmly, said, “God. That was great! Your tongue feels a lot different to your hand… your hand is nice as well, though…” and she fell back, squirming into her pillow as she released her grip and I began to move my finger around inside her.

It amused me to watch my sister slowly writhing as I fingered her. I watched the changing expressions on her face, listened to the range of sounds coming from her mouth. She was obviously loving it.

But I wanted to be in charge, and at the moment that wasn’t happening.

I abruptly pulled my finger out and withdrew my hand from under the covers.

“Don’t stop!” she pleaded. “Please?”

“I’ll do it again tomorrow,” I told her. I was surprised at how firm I sounded. “I’m tired now.”

She looked disappointed and pushed her bottom lip out in a display of sulky petulance.

Ignoring her, I bent over and put my mouth close to her ear. I whispered conspiratorially, “I was talking to Maria after,” I lied. Again. Twice in two days. It was becoming a habit. Lying to my sister for my own gratification. I felt a wicked little thrill inside. I was being bad. Naughty. I liked the feeling.

“She told me a secret.”

I paused.

I could hear the bedside clock ticking.

“What?” Kathy hissed. There was urgency in her voice. “What did she tell you?”

I paused again. Thinking.

“She told me she was playing with her cousin, and part of the game was to be tied up and tickled,” the lie continued. “She said it feels even better if you can’t move. She said her cousin did it to her when she was tied up and she couldn’t stop her, and it felt great.”

I stopped there, having planted the seed, and slid into my own bed. My mind was still working. Somehow, I had to broach this with Maria. I had to get to her first. Plots and plans were forming in my mind. I found myself enjoying the intrigue.

“I didn’t know she had a cousin,” muttered Kathy as I snuggled beneath the bedclothes. “She didn’t tell me.”

*****

The next day was a glorious, sunny day. It was already hot under a clear blue sky as I skipped to school. Kathy didn’t even try to keep up. She seemed a little sullen and preoccupied and content to make her own way while I went on ahead.

In class, I spent the morning in reverie, wondering how I could get alone with Maria. A number of different scenarios ran through my mind – none of which were completely satisfactory.

Then, suddenly it seemed, it was mid-day.

I ran from class to our usual meeting place. Maria and the others were just arriving. I skipped the last few yards as Maria’s face lit up at the sight of me.

“Here she is,” she acknowledged me with a beautiful smile, “my little girlfriend.”

She casually threw her arm around my shoulders and led me along a path into the school park area. The school had extensive grounds with large grassed areas for sports fields and a number of small wooded areas as well as ancillary buildings.

We were a little way ahead of the others as she called to them over her shoulder, “I’m taking Sis on a walk. We’ll see you back here later.”

My little heart was aflutter. The fates were smiling upon me. I was alone with my Maria.

She smiled down at me. “I thought it would be good if it was just us,” she said.

I was incapable of speech. I beamed back at her.

We passed a host of other girls in various groups, sitting or lying on the grass. They paid us no attention, wrapped up in their own little worlds, enjoying the sunshine.

We wandered into a small group of trees, into the shade.

As we moved out of sight behind the bole of a large oak, Maria pulled me to a halt. There was no-one around, although we could hear the distant chatter of the groups of girls on the grass, out in the open.

There was an urgency in Maria’s voice as she pinned me against the tree and hissed in my ear, “Do you want it? Do you want to do it now?”

She knew the answer even as I nodded my agreement. She instantly dropped to a crouch as her hands lifted my skirt.

“Hold it up,” she instructed, her voice trembling, “while I take these down.”

I did as I was told. I held my little skirt up and leaned back against the tree trunk. My heart was beating wildly. I was excited, breathless, but also nervous. I quickly looked left, then right, anxious that we might be seen, but the coast was clear. I could relax.

Maria wasted no time peeling my pants down my legs. She pulled them down to my ankles, then took them off and laid them on the grass.

I felt the soft breeze against my bare thighs. Then I felt Maria’s warm breath as she murmured, “I love your beautiful little cunt,” and her hot tongue slid between my thighs and instantly started worming its way into my eager slit.

I opened my legs for her and she moaned her appreciation.

“Mmmm… Sis… oooohh, yes…”

Again, it felt wonderful. She used her tongue relentlessly, seeking out my little clitoris and licking, licking it. Her fingers traced delicate patterns across my thighs, front and back. She squeezed my buttocks, tickled the crease between them, probed deeper until she found my anus and caressed me there.

The cumulative effect was to transport me rapidly into ecstasy — the thrill of being exposed like this, the love and adoration I felt for this girl, the incredible pleasure that was centred between my legs and spreading throughout my entire body. I pushed my hips out as my orgasm built, I felt her tongue probe deeper into my slit, I pushed my mound against her teeth. I wanted her to bite me, hurt me, do anything — everything.

It was wonderful, fantastic. I came shuddering and trembling to orgasm. I couldn’t help crying her name. Maria. I couldn’t help telling her I loved her. “Maria. I love you. I love you…”

She stood and held my face in her hands. I was crying, I don’t why other than my being almost overwhelmed with ecstasy, with joy, with needing… needing to express my love.

She kissed me — kissed my forehead, my lips, my cheeks. She kissed away my tears.

“What, Sis? What’s the matter? Why are you crying?”

I looked up into her deep, brown, caring eyes. “I wanted to do it to you,” I sobbed “I wanted you to feel it.”

Her smile told me everything I needed to know. This time it was her looking around to see if anyone was nearby — but again, the coast was clear.

We hurriedly changed positions and while I put my pants back on, she pulled hers down, leaned against the tree and lifted her skirt. Spreading her legs she said, “There you are, Sis. Do what you want.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was so excited.

I dropped to a crouch so my face was level with her pubis. I stared at her cunt. It seemed the most beautiful and arousing thing I could ever imagine.

I put my face closer. I loved that she had hair there. It made her seem so much more mature, so much more sensual. I moved closer. I wondered if she would smell or taste like my sister. I hoped she would be different. I wondered if she would smell of pee — or more. I’m sure I wanted her to, wanted her to be dirty, so that I could clean her with my mouth.

Then I felt her hand touch the back of my head, gently pushing my face, my mouth, towards her sex. I realised she wasn’t just being nice, she actually wanted this herself. She wanted me to do this to her. She wanted me. I felt elated, joyous, proud. I put out my tongue and gloried in the feel of her pubic hair on the tip. Then, almost fainting with happiness, I pushed it into her slit.

It was wonderful.

Then, as I licked and sucked her and swallowed her juices, she began to talk to me – her voice trembling with passion – and that aroused me even more.

“Kathy told me what you did last night.”

I paused momentarily, afraid of what she might say next.

“No. Don’t stop. It feels fantastic.”

I carried on licking her.

“She told me what you said about my cousin… oh, God that feels, feels so… ooh…. she told me… ooh… what you said… about being tied up… aaah… ”

I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could, enveloped her clitoris with my lips. I kissed and sucked it, wanting this to be glorious for her.

“Aah… aah… I want you to tie Kathy up… I didn’t say anything, didn’t tell her I don’t have a girl cousin… I… aah… aah… oh, Sis, do it to her, do it… oooh don’t, don’t stop… ”

Afterwards, when she had put her pants back on and we were strolling back to the others after she had composed herself, she said, “God, Sis. That was fantastic. You can do that whenever you want.” I grinned, glowing with pride. “And if you want, after tonight, when you’ve done Kathy, you can do the same to me.”

“What?” I honestly didn’t understand.

“Tie me up and do it… if you want to…”

Continue on to Chapter 6