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Spying on Hallie, Part Two

  • Posted on April 30, 2017 at 12:01 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I saw the smile on my teenage daughter’s face. She’d just caught me spying on her, hiding inside her bedroom closet while watching her masturbate. Hallie didn’t seem to be angry with me, however, or horrified at what had happened. She was actually smiling.

But then I thought I detected something else, a hint of uncertainty behind her smile, and perhaps some fear as well.

I stepped out of the closet, removing my hand from inside my terry shorts. My fingers were wet and sticky.

“Honey, I, I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I, well, I don’t want to upset you. I know this is awkward, to say the least, and, I, I… I don’t know what else to say.”

Hallie blinked, panting as she recovered from a just-completed orgasm. She pushed some hair away from her sweaty face, then said, “It’s, um… it’s okay, I guess.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. But, um, have you, like, done that before?”

“No, no, I haven’t. This is the first time.” I sat down on the open bed beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you really sure you’re all right? You’re not angry with me? I could certainly understand if you were.”

Hallie was sitting on her knees, one hand still between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy. She’d made no effort to take it away. She licked her lips, then said, “Did you, I mean, did you like watching me?”

“Yes, of course I did. It, well, I know this might sound weird, but it’s very exciting to watch someone do that.”

“Even, um, your own daughter?”

Especially my own daughter.” The words came out before I could stop them. Luckily Hallie didn’t seem to mind this admission. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Wow, really?” Her smile was much broader than before, and now I could see no more trace of worry or fear.

“Yes, really. And, uh, I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll make a confession. Although this is the first time I’ve ever watched you, it’s not the first time that I sort of spied on you. Before I was just listening, though, outside your bedroom door, at night.”

“You were?”

“Uh-huh, and, well, I not only listened, but, you know, I played with myself too, because it turned me on so much hearing you.”

“It did?”

“Yes, it did, very much.”

“Wow, Mom, that’s awesome.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t mind?”

“No, I think it’s totally cool. I’m glad it turns you on. It’s, um, I know this might sound weird, but I like thinking about you that way. You know, like being sort of sexual and stuff. Getting excited and playing with yourself. I like thinking about that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that… what you were thinking about just now? Before, I mean, when you were rubbing yourself? Were you thinking about me then?”

She nodded, wagging her eyebrows, “Uh-huh.”

I grinned at my lovely naked fifteen-year-old daughter. “What would you think about… well, about doing it together? You know, maybe watching each other while we both masturbate…”

“That would be so great, Mom.” Her hand was moving faster now between her legs. It appeared that she had already begun.

“Okay, good. So, you want to do it now?”

“Uh-huh.” She shifted around slightly on the bed, facing toward me, one hand on her firm young breasts, squeezing them and fondling the nipples, the other hand stroking her pussy.

“Is it all right if I… get naked too?” I asked.

“Sure, of course. I want you to.” Again the eyebrows wagged, seductively it seemed to me.

I stood for a moment, pushing down my shorts and stepping out of them. I wore no panties. My pubic hair is trimmed fairly close, but not shaved except around the edges. I saw Hallie’s gaze go to my crotch, and then, as I lifted the tank top up and off, her eyes fastened on my nipples, which were stiffly erect.

Cupping my breasts in my hands, plumping them up and jiggling them, I said, “Not too bad for an old lady, huh?”

I’ll admit to being rather proud of my boobs. They’re nice and full and round, even as I approach my late thirties. The nipples, when I’m excited (or cold), become long and thick, impossible to hide under almost any bra. Not that I try to hide them. It doesn’t bother me having people see the shape of my nipples beneath my clothing. I enjoy attracting attention that way, especially when I find women or teenage girls ogling me, which happens more often than you might expect.

So, I love my boobs. I play with them a lot when I masturbate, squeezing them, pulling and twisting the nipples, sometimes raising them toward my face to run my tongue over the tips. The rest of my body is not that great, I’m afraid. My legs are shorter and thicker than I would like, my butt is too big, and I’ve definitely got some tummy as well.

Hallie didn’t seem to mind that, though. She smiled and nodded as her gaze swept up and down my naked body. “Really nice, Mom. Very hot.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do.” She licked her lips. Both hands were working between her legs now, one on her clit, the other a little lower, at her vagina.

I climbed onto the bed, taking the same position as Hallie, facing her. Our knees were almost touching. She kept staring at my breasts, eyes going back and forth from one to the other. I took them in my hands again, massaging them, then pinching the erect nipples. That sent a jolt of erotic electricity straight to my pussy. I shivered with excitement.

Hallie shuddered too, her young body aquiver, fingers moving even faster. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she uttered in a high-pitched moan.

“Hey, slow down, girl. You’re gonna come before I even get started,” I teased.

She giggled. “That’s okay. I can come way more than once — as you know if you’ve been listening to me at night.”

Her forwardness surprised me. It made me wonder if perhaps I’d only imagined sensing some fear or uncertainty beneath her smile earlier. It could be that I was projecting my own doubts and worries onto my daughter. Right now she seemed nothing but eager and ready.

“I love your boobs, Mom. They are so great.”

“Thanks, baby. Yours are cute too.”

I slid one hand down to my crotch. My lips were coated with slippery moisture. I found my clit, tickling it with the tip of a lubricated middle finger. It wouldn’t take long until I’d be ready.

But Hallie already was.

“Mom—Mom—Mom!” she suddenly gasped, eyes squeezing shut, face turning red. Her legs came together, clamping around her hands. I watched her beautiful body repeatedly jerk, jolted by the climactic spasms, heard her grunting and groaning, even smelled the evidence of her powerful, wet orgasm.

This was so unbelievable. I was actually doing what I’d only fantasized about. I was there with my daughter, both naked on her bed, and we were masturbating together. I was watching her come. This was everything I’d ever dreamed.

As I waited for her to finish, I moved my thighs farther apart, leaning back a little. With one hand still on my clit, I used the other to spread my pussy lips open. I wanted Hallie to clearly see what I was going to do next, when she was ready.

That didn’t take too long. After a few more seconds, she opened her eyes, grinning sheepishly. “Well, that’s one. Or, I guess two, if you count the one before when you were hiding in the closet.”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “So, you want to watch your mom fuck herself now?”

Her eyes went wide. “Ooh, yeah…”

Holding my lips open, letting my daughter get a good look my juicy vagina, I said, in a husky whisper, “Watch me now, baby. I want you to watch.”

Slowly I pushed the two middle fingers of my right hand deep inside. I was fully lubricated, and they slid in easily. Of course, I fuck myself almost every night, usually with two fingers and sometimes with three. My cunt was used to this. Shoving my fingers in as far as they would go, I reached, finding my g-spot, pressing, rubbing, feeling the tingle of arousal spread throughout my body.

“Watch me, honey. I want you to watch me come.”

“Okay. But, um, can I do it too?” Hallie asked, in an excited, little girl voice.

“Of course you can, baby. Let’s do it together.”

So we both did it. I watched as my daughter inserted one finger into her vagina, though only up to the second knuckle. Then she giggled, “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Good, so am I.”

I spread my legs even wider apart, exposing my sex to her. I had two fingers deep inside my cunt and a thumb rubbing my clit. My other hand was kneading my breasts, playing with my hard nipples. I was definitely ready.

“I like watching you, Mom,” she said.

“Do you?”

“Uh-huh, it turns me on.”

“It turns me on too.”

We sat together on her bed, knees almost touching, and fucked ourselves, mother and daughter watching each other masturbate.

Although I was already on the edge, very close, again it was Hallie who got there first. She certainly was right about being able to climax more than once.

Within perhaps thirty seconds of sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, her beautiful young body suddenly stiffened. She gasped and squealed, her eyes squeezing shut. It was so amazing to see my own daughter come, so incredibly erotic. And of course it put me over the top.

I came extremely hard, groaning loudly, almost growling in my incestuous lust. This deliciously forbidden orgasm lasted a very long time, wave after wave pleasure bursting from my center. It was all I could do not to topple over on the bed, but somehow I managed to remain seated on my knees. Both hands were now clasped between my legs, squeezing and pressing in, massaging my sex, extending the climax.

At last I was finished. Slowly I opened my eyes, shivering with a couple of residual spasms. “Whew! That was… that was great.”

“Yeah, Mom — wow, I mean, it was awesome seeing you that way! I love it!”

Hallie was all smiles. As I watched, she removed the finger from inside her pussy and brought it to her mouth, sucking on it, tasting her juices unselfconsciously. She seemed to have no reservations at all about what we were doing. It made me glad, somehow, to know that I’d raised a child without any hangups, who appeared comfortable with her own sexuality — and with mine too!

I shook my head in disbelief as I thought about all this. If you’d told me a few months earlier that soon I would be sitting on Hallie’s bed with her, both naked, our fingers shoved deep inside our cunts, playing with ourselves, I’d have said you were completely crazy. That could never happen. Mothers and daughters simply didn’t do that sort of thing with each other.

And yet there we were. It was real. We’d actually done it, and I loved it.

“You okay, Mom?” Hallie asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

“Uh, yeah… I was just… thinking about stuff.”

“About what kind of stuff?” she smiled, cocking her head adorably.

“Well, um,” and then I said something that surprised me. I wasn’t planning to ask her this, but it came out anyway. “I was just wondering, when I was in the closet watching you before, and you were masturbating, I’m pretty sure I heard you say, ‘Mom, Mom.’ Is that what you were saying?”

She nodded, grinning. “Uh-huh.”

“So, what were you thinking about then? I mean, why did you say that?”

“Well… you won’t get mad, will you?”

“No, honey, of course I won’t get mad. You can tell me anything, and it’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Hallie took a deep breath. Her eyes were fastened on mine. She swallowed, then said, “See, it’s, um, it’s ‘cause of the kind of porn I like to watch. They have these movies that you can see online, and they’re, like, well, they’re supposed to be mothers and daughters together, you know, having sex. I mean, I don’t think they’re really related, just actresses, but they pretend to be anyway, and I like watching that. It gets me so excited. And, um, that’s what I was thinking about when you heard me say that.”

“So when I heard you say ‘Mom’ while you were playing with yourself, you were thinking about me?”

She nodded, arching her eyebrows.

“About… having sex with me?”

Another nod.

I didn’t say anything else, couldn’t say anything else. I just sat there staring at her. This was way beyond what I’d expected, and I had no idea how to react. I was at a loss.

“Is that, I mean, is that okay?” Hallie asked.

I cleared my throat, managing to say, “Are you asking, is it okay if you think that, or if we do it? Which one?”

She shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Both, I guess.”

It was hard to accept the words I was hearing. They almost defied comprehension. My teenage daughter was admitting, right out loud, that she wanted to have sex with me, with her own mom!

What should I do? What should I say?

Continue on to Part Three

A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 10

  • Posted on April 29, 2017 at 1:48 pm

By Sunnybunny

Mama Maven wasn’t exaggerating about the ice cream. It really was the best Heather had ever tasted but brushed aside all compliments with sincere modesty.

“Aw, honey. You are very kind to say that.” Maven ladled out another spoonful of chocolate sauce and ice cream slush, smiling sweeter than any frozen dessert. She ate it delicately, pinky out and napkin carefully folded in her lap, like a refined lady. On the opposite end of the spectrum were Heather and Angie who had upended their sundae trays and shoveling in the dregs from the bottom, unable to get enough. By the time Angie pushed her glass away, her mouth was ringed by a chocolate goatee. With a satisfied smack of her lips, she reclined back in her seat to nurse the swelling of a food baby.

Heather wasn’t much more careful and had to do some extensive cleaning with her napkin to the nose and chin area.

“More?” Maven asked between bites. “It’s no trouble.”

Heather and Angie exchanged a look before shaking their heads in unison. Heather said, “No thanks. Any more and I think I’ll pop!”

Despite her refusal, Heather continued to suckle the bowl of her spoon, savoring the last few drops of chocolate, daydreaming that the taste was from licking it from Angie’s mouth. She wondered if the girl’s lips would be cold from the ice cream or warm…so very warm…

Angie shifted in her seat and brazenly leaned her head into Heather’s shoulder, making the older woman tense, but Maven wasn’t bothered by the familiar gesture.

“Aww,” she cooed approvingly. “Look at that, just look. She has really taken a shine to you, Heather.”

Heather glanced down at Angie, who appeared to be dozing. Tentatively, she traced her fingers through the crown of her head, parting those sun-bleached threads of silken hair. “I guess I have too.” It was just a whisper, more for Angie’s ears than for Maven.

“The poor thing has had it so rough,” Mama shared, smiling grimly now. “Losing her mama and watching her daddy succumb to drink, so hard on the young ones, you know? It’s such a relief…”

Heather looked over, catching something strange in Maven’s tone. “What do you mean?” She could not place exactly what or why or maybe even if she imagined it but Heather could have sworn to hearing a trace of melancholy there.

Maven leaned across the table and patted her on the hand. “It’s not for a child’s ears,” she said.

Angie smiled but kept her eyes closed, caught pretending to be asleep. “Then you better not say too much more!”

Mama Maven chuckled and roused from the booth, placing both hands along the small of her back and pushing herself upright. “Join me for a smoke, Heather?” Before she could answer she addressed Angie, “Would you be a dear and clear these dishes for me, baby girl? You don’t have to wash ‘em but give a good rinse for an old woman?”

Angie blinked awake and stretched arms up high. “I don’t mind, Mama. I’ll wash them up for you!”

Maven led the way out into the back patio of the diner and twisted a lantern to life overhead that barely kept the encroaching darkness at bay.

Heather seated herself into a rickety plastic lawn chair and drew her knees up to her chest. The air was already chilly.

Maven did not waste time explaining herself. “I’m dying, Heather.”

The words seemed to careen out of the darkness and hit her like a knock-out blow to the head. No, the heart…

“No,” she murmured.

Maven bowed her head to light the cigar. “Cancer.” She waved the tobacco about now, trailing wisps of smoke. “Don’t worry about this tho. Doctor said it won’t do any good to quit now. The damn stuff is in my lungs and my guts and my brain and even my old bones. Whole system is against me, Heather.” She puffed on the cigar and eased herself back into an old leather bench that used to belong in the back seat of a Chevy Impala. There wasn’t any bitterness in her voice when she recited her symptoms, Heather noted. “I can still get around okay but it won’t be that way for much longer. Soon, I won’t even be able to come into the diner.” She reached out a withered old hand to caress the wood of the banister that surrounded the patio and pulled a few flakes of peeling paint free. Heather marveled at how similar the two looked. Old and strong but falling to pieces.

“Chemo wouldn’t do a lick of good neither,” she confessed drawing in a great lungful from the cigar. “I’ll be seeing my mama and daddy and sisters again real soon but dying wasn’t what scared me, Heather. Do you know what did? I tell ya, it is so damn foolish.”

“Music,” Heather answered, still reeling from the news.

Maven grinned. “That I wasn’t gonna get to experience what this place was like in its heyday ever again. I remember coming in here as a little girl and seating myself on one of them stools at the bar, reading funny books while my folks ran up and down the place, running that diner like a machine. Sometimes I would just sit and watch them, hoping and praying to Jesus that I’d be able to handle the crowds all by myself. The whole time that old juke was hopping.” She sighed wistfully. “You really are a Godsend, Heather. I know I tell you that every day for what you do and I have to thank you for one more thing.”

“What?”

“Angie,” she replied. “She looks up to you so, I can tell. When you’re not looking, she watches you real close, just studying everything about you! It’s like she’s trying to memorize you, Heather. The way you walk and talk and laugh and…”

“Mama,” Heather intoned. She reached across the distance and gave her friends hand a squeeze. The flesh of Maven’s hand was as soft and thin as tissue paper. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be until you’ve heard everything I have to say.” She returned Heather’s gesture, molding their fingers together. “Heather, after I pass, I want you to take over the diner.”

Heather wasn’t expecting that at all! She stammered, “I — you what?”

“It’s not much, this old place,” she confessed. “But you know the ins and outs and I still have time left in me to teach you all the recipes, and everyone in town has taken such a shine to you…” She smiled all the wider. “And I just know little Angie would always be on hand to help you out!”

That was true enough. Angie — always watching — it gave Heather a shiver that had nothing to do with the cool air. “Mama, I don’t know the first thing about running a diner and… it was never my intention to stop in Oasis. I’m still just passing through and as soon as I’m able…” She trailed off, unable to bear breaking the old woman’s heart.

Richie, the ticking clock… “When I find you, Heather –.”

Maven nodded, incapable of hiding her disappointment. “Nothing happens for no reason, Heather Freemantle. God brought you to Oasis for a reason. I don’t pretend to know His plan, but you are here to do something important and it’s just a matter of time before you have to make a very important choice.” Mama Maven puffed quietly on her cigar while Heather reflected.

She could not help but entertain the idea. Had a higher power really driven her to Oasis? Most of the town’s population began with the words ‘We were just passing through…’, the sheriff had said. Until now, Heather had been viewing Oasis as a net, ensnaring her in a trap she was powerless to escape but maybe… just maybe this was bordering on something like destiny. She tried to imagine herself rummaging in the kitchen, taking Mama’s place, but the image was too foreign. She tried again, picturing Angie waiting tables out front and serving coffee to the ranch hands in the early morning rush, ignoring their leering gaze.

Heather shook her head. “I’m not going to lie to you and make a promise I have no intention of keeping, but I will think about it. Is that okay?”

Maven nodded her head, looking relieved, as if Heather had agreed to the whole thing already. Had she?

“That will fit me just fine.”

They entered the dining area just as Angie was coming from the kitchen. Always perceptive, she regarded the two adults suspiciously. “What were the two of you talking about out there?”

Maven bowed forward at the waist and made a production out of scrutinizing Angie like a big mother hen inspecting misbehaving chicks. “Shouldn’t you be running along home, Ms. Noseypants?”

Angie looked from Maven to Heather, searching for answers and wasn’t interested in wasting time with games. Heather avoided the gaze and rocked back on her heels, studying the floor.

“Is it… bad?”

Maven knelt and reached for the girl, tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear. “Don’t you go wasting time worrying yourself about these things. You just keep on shining, Angie.”

Heather and Angie left together, the girl walking her bike slowly across the road toward the motel. Mama Maven called to them from the diner entrance. “You be sure that Angie gets home safe, Heather, you hear?”

Heather raised an arm in farewell. Angie flashed a thumbs-up. It would be the last time they saw the old diner owner alive, and whenever Heather thought back to conjured up images of her one-time employer, it was of Mama Maven, smoking languidly outside of the diner she ran and gazing up at a sky of countless stars.

The spokes of Angie’s tires clicked rhythmically as they walked. A coyote yodeled out a tune from far off, joining the chorus of crickets and adding to the evening’s harmony. Heather inhaled the air, felt it chill her lungs. She flung her arms out wide and spun in a short circle, raising her chin until her head was reclined all the way back and all she could see were thousands of twinkling lights.

“What are you thinking about?” Angie asked.

“I’m thinking that I haven’t felt this good in a long time and if you knew half of what was going on –.”

“So why don’t you tell me?” There was a level of challenge in Angie’s voice. It said that even though she asked, she knew Heather would do no such thing. What happened next surprised her.

“I will, Angie,” Heather replied. “Not all of it, but enough.” They stopped walking when they reached her Mustang. Another deep breath to help screw her courage to the sticking place… “Do you have to get back right away?”

Angie made it a point to look Heather in the eye, searching in her penetrating way, not daring to get her hopes up. “Do you mean… so that we can talk?” She was on guard and Heather could feel the tension in the girl’s body as if it were her own.

“Yes,” she agreed and reached out to touch Angie on the cheek. “But not right away…”

Was it chocolate she tasted on Angie’s lips or was that just her imagination?

Angie parked her bike against the wall inside the motel room. It wouldn’t do to have someone happen by and see it out front in the middle of the night. She used the landline phone on the night stand to call home, telling her dad that she would be sleeping over with a friend that evening and she would be home in the morning.

Meanwhile, Heather vanished into the bathroom for a pee, suddenly very aware of how sweaty she was from work, how greasy the legs of her jeans felt, and how ALL her fingernails had dirt underneath them. She cupped a hand to her mouth to check the state of her breath and came away dismayed.

She flushed and rushed to the sink and hastily ran some water, scrubbing her hands and face with soap until they were pink. An extra layer of deodorant to the underarms came next but what to do about her jeans? By the tone in the other room, Angie’s call was wrapping up. Heather was wishing like hell she had had time to shower before… before…

She emerged a few moments later, still wearing her work t-shirt and jeans but had slipped out of her shoes and socks and padded into the room barefoot.

Angie was leaning against the wall like a nervous prom date, hands folded behind her back. “Dad said it was okay. I just have to be ready to help him open up the shop tomorrow morning.”

Heather nodded and inched closer into the room. Her stomach was fluttering.

My God, I have fucking butterflies!

She reached the bed and rested her hip into the mattress, tucking her legs and getting comfortable. She held a hand out to Angie, needing her support and to show that self-assuredness again to bridge that gap. Angie took the offer and allowed herself to be drawn onto the bed. A gentle kiss was awaiting her there and she sighed contentedly when it ended.

Heather cradled the girl’s head between both hands, framing her face in fingers, and placed little butterfly kisses to her cheeks, then her nose, both eyes…. Their lips met again and Angie leaned forward, breaching Heather’s hands and voraciously returned the kiss. When Heather’s hands found bare skin, it was covered in gooseflesh.

There was an eagerness in their movements, but the desperation that was so prevalent before had vanished. They had a shared understanding that the night was theirs, and whatever awaited them tomorrow could remain waiting until then. If God did indeed exist, he was kindly stopping time for them.

Angie lifted her arms instinctively. Heather worked the t-shirt up her slender frame and it slipped over her head easily. Her chest was just as lovely as it had been in all her naughtiest fantasies. She flattened her palm out over one child-like nipple, felt the heart thundering just below the surface. It was matching pace with Heather’s own….

“Lie back,” Heather whispered and guided Angie until she was lounged on her back atop the comforter. She fought to keep her hands from trembling as she traced the elastic of Angie’s shorts. They were closed by a zipper and snapping button. Both were poor defenses and came down easily. Angie was growing fidgety, would jump and quake from the slightest touch. Their hands linked briefly before Heather took hold of the clothing around her narrow hips and tugged them down. Angie lifted her butt off the mattress to help them along. They snaked along her thighs and legs, trailing her panties and were tossed aside.

Heather gulped back a trembling breath and indulged a moment to take in the sight of the naked child before her. Angie’s hair was the sun itself, fanning out on the pillow, encircling an elfin face. Her neck was swan-like and delicate looking as it eased into the quiet curve of her shoulders. Her skin was bronzed all over with no trance of a tan line about her body anywhere (She decided to ponder the implications of that later.) Her nipples were wound into tight points, as large and dark as raisins. A shadow played over Angie’s navel, elongating it and drawing the eye lower. The slit was nothing like Heather would have imagined. A mound of tender flesh which parted around a gentle cleft, reminding Heather of a ripe peach with its light fuzz around the entrance. It was rosy and slightly parted with arousal, glistening with moisture just above the dark pucker of her anus.

Heather settled down onto her belly, bringing Angie’s sex into view until it dominated her vision. She reached out but not with a hand but the tip of her tongue. It was a teasing gesture that set Angie squirming again. The older woman wrapped her arms around her thighs and held her by the hips to keep Angie still.

The smell was intoxicating and Heather inhaled deeply through her nose, savoring every sensation she could. If they never enjoyed another evening together, if fate could ever be so cruel, they would make tonight last a lifetime. Angie’s fragrance was light and sweet but nothing compared to the taste.

Heather was no stranger to lesbian lovemaking. She had enjoyed the company of girlfriends in college before she met and married Richard Valentine and each bore a different aroma, a unique flavor. Angie was the most enthralling. Her body crackled with youthful energy and with one stroke of her tongue, Heather knew she never would want to be with anybody else in such an intimate way.

She kissed Angie deeply, treating her treasure like a second mouth. Angie opened to her easily, eagerly, drawing in a sharp gasp and would have wiggled away if Heather had not been holding her in place.

“Oh, Heather,” she chanted, tossing her head against the pillow. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m making love to you, Angie,” Heather whispered, flashing bedroom eyes over the slope of the girl’s mound, locking her gaze before returning to caress those immature lips again. She tickled at Angie’s entrance with the tip of her finger while moving her tongue up higher to search for the button of the girl’s clit.

Angie’s walls constricted around the invading digit, relaxed, clenched again. Heather was slow, patient as she teased the child, taking great pains not to rush her or push too hard too fast. It may have started out that way, but lust had little to do with this now. Their first time together demanded the utmost care.

When Heather found the hard nub of the clit, her finger was drenched down to the knuckles in Angie’s arousal.

“Heather, oh Heather, I’m getting so close!”

It was hardly necessary to announce the encroaching orgasm. Heather could feel how excited she was as if her tongue and fingers were connected to a lightning rod. Angie was moaning lewdly, bucking her hips in time with the strokes of Heather’s mouth and hand. Her movements were getting more urgent now and much faster until she was practically grinding her crotch against Heather’s lips and tongue and fingers.

The climax was the most erotic thing she had ever been witness to.

Angie tucked her chin, eyes shut tight, breathing labored. When it hit, she rocketed back, eyes and mouth flying open in a silent scream. Her hands grasped blindly at her own tiny nipples, giving them a hard pinch to prolong the orgasm. She twisted away and Heather let her go, watching as she rolled onto her side and shivered from head to toe. This went on for a long moment while the older woman waited patiently for Angie to come down from the high. When their eyes met again, Angie’s were unfocused and drowsy, and a sheen of perspiration had broken out along her forehead.

“Oh wow,” she breathed. “That was…that was…” Her mind wasn’t working well enough to come up with a proper adjective. “Oh my God, Heather, I’ve made myself come so many times but it’s never been like that!”

The compliment made Heather’s tummy and things much lower tighten up into a hard knot. She smiled down at Angie, lightly brushing the sweaty hair away from her face. “I’m so glad you enjoyed that.”

“Can we do that again?”

Heather collected herself and stood up on her knees. “What makes you think we’re done?” She tucked her elbow into the bottom of her shirt and peeled it slowly away over her head…

Continue on to Chapter 11

A Girl Named Charlie, Chapter 1

  • Posted on April 28, 2017 at 12:25 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Just a quick note: If you haven’t already done so, you might want to read my earlier story,The Holly and the Ivy,” before reading this one. You’ll see why later…

At 32 years old, Lisa was quite successful. But that was to be expected. Her father had made it clear from the time she was a very young girl, and all through high school and into university, that education and hard work were the keys to wealth, and wealth was the key to happiness. He believed that and therefore she should believe it.

Her mother, on the other hand, was of a different mind. She agreed that education was important, but she also believed that living and loving were equally important. Lisa and her mother were unusually close and had remained so up until the awful day during her 26th year when her parents were taken from her by a man who was too busy texting to notice the red traffic light.

Her father had richly provided for them. They wanted for nothing material. In his own way, he loved them deeply. Sadly for her mother, though, he was sorely lacking in the romance department. After Lisa was born, he spent fewer and fewer nights in the marital bed. It wasn’t that he was cheating on his wife. There were no mistresses except one: his company. The one his own father had started. The one that, once he had matured and proven himself, had been handed over to him. The one that, years before her father intended, now belonged to Lisa.

Lisa’s relationship with her mom had begun to change, for the better, shortly after she turned 9. The child discovered around that age that touching herself in certain spots produced pleasant feelings, and that steadily rubbing those spots with her fingers felt even better. It wasn’t long at all before Lisa was masturbating every chance she could.

She was a playful, curious, inquisitive little girl, the type who loved exploring. Her childhood home was big, and to Lisa, it was massive. Over the years she’d located a multitude of places in the mansion where she could hide away from her nanny or from any of the other staff. Lisa only hid from her mother once and was rewarded with a red bottom for her efforts. She knew better than to try and hide from her father.

One lazy afternoon found 9-year-old Lisa alone in her father’s study. A place she knew she wasn’t supposed to be. That’s what made it so exciting. She loved his study, a high room with floor to ceiling bookshelves and with classical paintings adorning the walls. The scent of pungent cigars permeated carpet and drapes. But what she loved most were the oversized high-backed leather armchairs positioned by the fireplace.

Lisa loved sitting in those chairs. They were so comfy and seemed to envelop her. During the rare occasions when her father would allow her to sit in one while the fire was roaring and he was working at his desk, she felt like the world outside didn’t exist. It would become a memory of her father that would stay with her for the rest of her life.

On this particular day, as she sat in the big chair cross-legged and barefoot with her skirt hiked up to her hips, she was carefully studying one of the paintings. The piece of art, her father had explained to her once, was called ‘Spring’ and was created by a man named Soulacroix.

It depicted a forest green bathed in sunlight. Upon it were four young nymphs, as her father had called them, each with long flowing red hair, dancing around in celebration of the new season. They were all nude and, Lisa noticed, none of them had pubic hair.

As Lisa stared at the painting, she began to get that familiar tingle deep down inside. Her hand soon made its way beneath her skirt and inside her panties, to that special spot in the folds of her cunny. The more she looked at the nudes, the more excited she became, and then she began to wonder what the other women in her life would look like naked. Her fingering quickened as the enticing images flashed through her mind — until an orgasm surged up unannounced and slammed her back into the chair.

Lisa let out a loud squeal as an intense wave of pleasure washed over and through her body. She was completely shocked at how powerful it was. Never in her life had she felt anything so incredible as that orgasm. When she moved her finger she was rewarded with another small, but very pleasurable jolt.

“Oh man!” she gasped. Moving her finger again produced another shock, lesser in strength but just as enjoyable. Then she sat still as her breathing slowed to normal.

“That must have been one hell of an orgasm, sweetie.”

Lisa jumped at the sound. She turned and looked as her mom approached from somewhere behind the chair. The girl’s initial surprise quickly changed to fear from being caught hiding in the study, and also from touching herself that way.

Seeing tears well up in her daughter’s eyes, the woman knelt beside her. “Oh honey, don’t cry. Mommy isn’t mad at you,” Stephanie said, pulling the child into her embrace.

“You’re not?” Lisa sniffed, looking up into her mother’s eyes.

“No, you’ve done nothing wrong. I mean, you really shouldn’t be in here, but what your father doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Stephanie assured her daughter, kissing her on the forehead.

“Okay, Mommy,” Lisa replied, the corners of her mouth curling into a weak smile as she returned the warm hug.

“Let’s go to your room and have a talk,” Stephanie suggested, helping the little girl to her feet.

As Lisa scooted off the chair and started toward the door, a glint of light from the leather seat caught Stephanie’s eye. Touching the spot with her finger, Stephanie felt the moisture that had been left behind by her daughter. Bringing the finger to her nose, she sniffed it and then smiled knowingly. She followed her beautiful child through the door, licking her finger clean as she went.

Lisa was about to walk into her room when she noticed that her mom had stopped to speak with Maggie, the housekeeper. She watched as Maggie smiled at something her mother had said to her, then turned and walked into the study, cleaning cloth in hand.

The girl sat on her bed and waited for her mom to arrive. When Stephanie entered the room, she closed the door before sitting down beside her daughter. Putting an arm around Lisa, she kissed her on the cheek.

“You are growing up so fast, sweetie. I knew this day would come, but I just didn’t think it would be this soon.” Stephanie began. “Anyway, it’s okay to touch yourself, and rub your pussy —”

“My what?” Lisa interrupted, looking at her mother inquisitively.

“Your cunny,” Stephanie chuckled. “Big girls and women call it a pussy. And now that you know how to give yourself an orgasm, you must be a big girl.”

“Oh,” Lisa replied. “Pussy… I like the sound of it,” she said with a broad grin.

“So, as I was saying,” her mother continued, “it’s okay to play with your pussy. Masturbate is the technical term. Everyone does it. But it’s something you should only do in private, in your bedroom. And most definitely not in your father’s study. Can you imagine the fit he would have if he knew you were coming all over his nice chairs?”

“Yeah, I guess he would get upset.” Lisa paused for a moment. “But what does coming mean?”

“That’s another word for orgasm. You know, that wonderful feeling you get at the end when you masturbate.”

“Oh,” Lisa replied, frowning slightly. Stephanie could all but see the wheels turning in her daughter’s head. “Do you, Mommy?”

“Do I what, sweetie? Masturbate and orgasm?” she asked nonchalantly.

Lisa nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Yes, I do honey,” the woman replied, licking her lips, her cheeks flushing. Unbeknownst to Lisa, this conversation was turning her mother on.

Gently placing a hand on her daughter’s exposed knee, Stephanie asked, “Are your orgasms always as strong as the one you just had in there?”

“No. This was different. It was the first time I ever felt anything like that.”

“Did you do anything different this time? Maybe think about something new?”

“Well, I was looking at that painting of the four naked nymphs,” Lisa began before hesitating. When she saw an encouraging smile on her mother’s face, she went on, “And then I started thinking about people I know, um, naked.”

“Oh? Like who?” Stephanie asked, mildly surprised by this confession.

“Well, there’s my teacher, Ms. Harris. She’s just so beautiful.”

“Yes, she is. Who else did you think about?”

Lisa could feel herself getting warm in the face as well as between her legs. Her mom’s hand was caressing her thigh now, slowly inching up higher, toward her crotch. “And, um, there was Grace and Maggie too,” she said.

Stephanie wasn’t surprised to hear these names. Grace was their cook and Maggie the housekeeper. Both were very pretty, and they were always around the house. Stephanie made it a point when vetting potential employees that they be younger attractive females, though never at the expense of reliable references and good experience.

“Well, I can certainly understand that,” she nodded. Then she asked, “Did you think about Jolene, imagine her being naked?”

Jolene was an absolutely gorgeous 22-year-old college student who was working her way through school by looking out for Lisa full-time during the summer months, and on evenings and weekends during the school year when needed.

Lisa lowered her head at the sound of her nanny’s name. “Well… I mean…”

“What, sweetheart? You can tell me. It’s okay.”

“I’ve seen her naked,” the girl said. Looking up at her mother, she saw a horrified expression cross the woman’s face as it turned a bright red. Lisa didn’t realize that this was out of embarrassment rather than anger.

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to. The door was open.” She began to cry again.

“Lisa, honey, no. It’s okay, you did nothing wrong. Just tell me how you happened to see Jolene naked,” Stephanie said in a calm, soothing voice as she hugged the child. She was sure she already knew the answer before Lisa even explained.

“I saw y-y-you and Jolene in her room,” Lisa admitted, gulping back sobs. “You w-were licking her, down there.” She still felt she had done a terrible thing.

Lisa didn’t say anything more after that, and just let her mother hold her and pet her as the woman collected her thoughts.

“What did you think when you saw that?” Stephanie finally asked. “Did it upset you? Are you mad at Mommy now?”

Lisa looked up and saw that her mom’s eyes were moist too. “No, Mommy! I love you. I’m not mad. I… I liked seeing you do that.”

The girl watched as a smile stole across her mother’s face, then she said, “It kind of made me get all tingly in my cunn… in my pussy.”

“I see,” Stephanie nodded. “Do you know why I was licking her that way?”

Lisa thought about it for a minute. She recalled the amazing, unforgettable image of the beautiful young woman lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide apart. Her mother, also naked, was on her belly with her face hovering over Jolene’s neatly trimmed pussy. Lisa had stood at the side of the door and watched, almost in a trance, as her mom’s tongue lapped at the woman, causing her to moan in pleasure.

“Well, I guess it was to make Jolene feel really good,” the child answered.

“That’s right,” her mother said, in a quiet voice. Lisa noticed that her mom crossed her legs then and squeezed them together.

They sat silently for another few moments.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Would you lick my pussy?”

For Stephanie, this was a fantasy come true. Smiling at her daughter, she leaned over and softly kissed her on the lips, then her hand moved farther up her little girl’s thigh until it disappeared under her skirt.

Continue on to Chapter 2

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 86

  • Posted on April 27, 2017 at 7:32 pm

The Good News, the Wedding, and the Seduction

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

The night before we left on our flight to Amsterdam for the wedding, Jenna got a call that brought both sadness and utter joy. Carmen, Clare’s younger sister, called to say that Clare had been arrested for attempted blackmail, extortion, and raping a female minor. I was sad for Carmen, who loved her sister despite her many problems, but I was thrilled that my long-time enemy had finally gotten what she deserved.

According to Carmen, Clare had attempted to blackmail a professor for both good grades and cash. She had stayed after a class that was held at night in what was a mostly deserted building at that time of the evening. She stayed to talk to the professor, and after talking to him for about a half hour about how she might improve her grade, she told him that if he didn’t give her an “A” in the class, along with $10,000, she would tell the police he had raped her when she’d stayed for help with the class.

The professor went along with her, pretending to agree to her demands. However, when she came to collect the money, she was met by the police instead. Not only that, but she was stupid enough to have a video in her car that she had made of her forcing a little girl to bring her to an orgasm. The girl had cried and said she didn’t want to do it, but Clare threatened to kill the girl’s cat if she didn’t.

It was likely Clare would be going to prison for quite a long time. I was sad for her family, but I had always known that girl had something terribly wrong with her. I was also very upset about the little girl Clare had forced to do things to her. I had never forced anyone into sex and never would. Yes, I had successfully seduced a few, but they were always willing to play with me, and every single one of them enjoyed what we did.

Clare’s tactics made me sick to my stomach. She was nineteen, so she couldn’t hide behind being a minor. Carmen had said Clare had been offered a deal by the DA: 10 years for the blackmail and another 15 for the child molestation charge. The DA was refusing to run the sentences concurrently, insisting on having them run consecutively instead. That meant that she would have to serve a total of 25 years for both charges, especially since two other girls had come forward alleging the same things that were on the video. She wouldn’t be up for parole for at least 18 years, according to Carmen.

I was also sorry that someone who could have been nice to people had chosen to be sadistic to them instead. As I said, she had something drastically wrong with her personality. She just wasn’t right. She seemed to delight in the misery of others. Carmen was nothing like her, and while I was sad for Carmen, I also knew she wouldn’t have to put up with the ugliness Clare had forced upon her own sister. I thought that in the long run, Carmen would end up happy her sister was no longer there.

That night Lisa and I talked about Clare for the last time. We were both happy she could no longer cause us any more problems, but we were also sad that she had chosen the path she did. We’ve not spoken of Clare since that day. We were rid of her, and that was that.

The following morning we all rose early to catch our flight, which left Los Angeles International at 1:45 that afternoon. We would be flying to Amsterdam non-stop on United Airlines, arriving at 9:05 the following morning, over ten hours of flying time and through multiple time zones, which accounted for the overnight aspect of the flight. The wedding would take place the following afternoon in the hotel where we would be staying, the Hotel Andaz Prinsengracht. That was not far from the Anne Frank House and Museum, which I’d always wanted to visit. We would be checking out of our hotel three days later, allowing everyone to enjoy the beautiful city. From there, Lisa and I would fly to London on British Airways, while everyone else flew back to Los Angeles, which was nine hours earlier than it was in Amsterdam. Those flights would land in Los Angeles only about three hours later than they took off due to gaining the nine hours flying west.

The flight to Amsterdam was uneventful, which made Mom really happy, but it was LONG! I thought we’d never get there. Lisa and I had chosen to wear identical wedding gowns. We’d picked them out and had them shipped to the hotel a week earlier to avoid having to worry about them on the flight. The hotel had agreed to have them pressed and ready for us when we arrived.

The gowns were a pastel blue, the color of the sky when there are thin clouds softening the stark blue color of a clear sky. The veils were silk lace, and the A-line dresses were tulle with tulle lace trains. We had decided on sleeveless gowns, but we wore long blue gloves that were a shade darker than the dresses.

In other words, they were gorgeous!

I had balked for the required ten seconds about the costs of the wedding, but Mom assured me it was fine, so I didn’t think about it again.

When we arrived at the hotel, we were exhausted from the trip. Mom had insisted that Lisa and I not share a room until after the wedding, saying it was bad luck to see each other the day of the wedding until we walked down the aisle. Mom walked me, and Lisa’s mom walked her. We flipped a coin to see who would walk first. Lisa won the toss, so she got her choice, which was to walk first. Thus, she became the “groom” and I became the “bride,” since the “groom” is the one waiting for the “bride” to appear and walk down the aisle.

Just because we weren’t staying in the same room, however, didn’t mean we didn’t talk on the phone. We kept the room phones occupied all the day we arrived and into the night. I was too nervous for sex, a miracle unto itself, so while we considered phone sex, we never actually did anything until after the wedding.

Then July 8 was here at last. At some point during the hectic wedding day, I managed to grab a bite to eat, a sandwich and a beer. Then I promptly threw up from nerves. Lisa told me she hadn’t eaten anything for fear she might throw up in the middle of the ceremony. We really chowed down after it, though. It was fully catered and the food was delicious.

The ceremony was quick and beautiful. Both Lisa and I joined nearly everyone else and cried throughout the wedding, each having difficulty reading the vows we had written. Then, as quickly as it began,it was over.

After pictures and such, we changed clothes and partied and danced until late that night. We both got quite drunk and nearly had sex in the middle of the room where we had the reception. That would not have gone over well, especially since Lisa’s dad was there. It was kind of funny, really. He was the only male in the entire wedding party. Every single other person at our wedding was female. Lisa had invited her uncle, but he and his family couldn’t make the trip with the exception of Lisa’s cousins, Joanne and Crystal, who were bridesmaids in the wedding, along with Rachel, who was Lisa’s maid of honor, of course.

I’d never met Joanne and Crystal, but I liked them. Joanne was seventeen and Crystal fifteen. To say they were cute would be a vast understatement. I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching them dance.

During our featured slow dance, our first of the reception, I asked Lisa about them.

“Are they at least bi?” I whispered in her ear.

“Who?” Lisa asked.

“Your cousins.”

“I don’t know, really.”

“What do you know?”

“I know they have each been with a girl, but I don’t know if they’re still into it.”

“Oh? Who?” I asked, my hopes rising.

“I’ve done it before with Joanne, and Rachel’s done it with Crystal, but that was a couple of years ago.”

“Did you all do it together?” I asked, hoping for a yes.

“No. Joanne and I were in our room, and Rachel and Crystal did it down at the beach.”

“I take it Rachel told you about her encounter?”

“Yeah. We wanted to see if we could get together for a foursome, but that never happened.”

“How old were you all?” I asked, wanting to picture it.

“Let’s see. I was fifteen, so Joanne would have been fourteen. That would make Rachel and Crystal thirteen and twelve, respectively.”

My mind seemed to explode with the images that were rolling around in my head.

“So you don’t know if they ever did it together?” I asked.

“Nope. It only happened that one summer when they visited for a couple of days.”

“I would have thought you would be closer with them since you had them as bridesmaids.”

“We’re close. We just never had an opportunity after that, and the next time they visited, Joanne acted like we’d never done anything together. I think she may have been sort of embarrassed by it.”

I glanced over at Joanne, who was watching us intently. “I guess she might be remembering that time with you now. After all, we don’t hide that we’re lesbians.”

Lisa laughed. I looked at the crowd that had gathered around us to watch our first “official” dance together as a married couple. There were smiles and soft chatter. They could see Lisa and I were talking about something that was amusing to us both. I got Jenna’s eye and tried to cut my eyes over towards Joanne and Crystal, who stood together watching us dance. I wanted her to start up a conversation with them if she could.

She didn’t understand my eye motions, though. Either that or she didn’t notice them. She just stood where she was and smiled at us. Love seemed to be emanating from every pore of her body.

The song ended and I kissed my wife. She was happy to kiss her wife back. Our tongues became busy until Mom came up to us and said, “Okay, you two. That can wait until you’re in your room.” She was smiling, but she meant it. She didn’t want us to make a spectacle of ourselves in front of people who weren’t as used to a spectacle like the one Lisa and I could give them.

Lisa made her way to the booze and I went straight to Lisa’s cousins.

The way Joanne was looking at me told me she had been fantasizing about me. She might as well have worn a sign announcing she was interested in a little game of sixty-nine with her cousin’s wife. Crystal was all giggles and stares. Perhaps they had discussed me during the dance when I was discussing them?

“So,” Joanne began, “you’re a lesbian.”

I laughed. “Well, if I’m not, I just made a huge mistake.”

She and Crystal laughed at that, and I noticed while we talked that Joanne’s gaze kept dropping to my cleavage. Not that I have much of one, but what I did have, she was interested in.

Lisa walked up, some sort of mixed drink in her hand.

“Having a drink?” I asked. “And you didn’t bring me one?”

“I didn’t know what you’d like. There’s a full bar. And this is already my second one. Maybe you should catch up.”

Damn. She must have downed the first one rather fast. I’d only been separated from her for about two minutes.

“I’ll get you one,” Crystal said, all eyes and smiles. “Whatcha want?”

“I’ll have a rum and coke,” I said, and she was off, leaving me marveling at how this girl was so eager to do for me. Then it hit me. She was obviously nursing a big crush on me. She was fifteen now, certainly old enough to recognize desire when she experienced it.

We chatted for a bit until Crystal returned. “I got you a triple. Now Lisa has to catch up to YOU!” she said.

I tasted the drink and nearly gagged. It was almost pure rum. Oh, well, I thought. Down the hatch! I tipped the glass back and downed it without stopping.

“I think my wife is intent on getting drunk tonight,” Lisa said. “That’s good. I didn’t want to get drunk all by myself.”

A minute later, Crystal was there with another rum and coke for me. This one a double. I grinned at her eager face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me.”

She giggled nervously, her blond hair quivering with delight. Only a fool could not see that I’d basically hit the nail on the head.

I leaned over to her after downing that second drink, now having consumed the equivalent of five mixed drinks. I whispered in her ear, “While I do plan to get drunk, you don’t have to get me drunk to take advantage of me.” I leaned back unsteadily and she was blushing. I leaned in again.

“Do you know I’m the best pussy licker in Europe?” I whispered to her, leaning down to her ear again to avoid anyone else hearing me.

“No,” she said, giggling.

“I suppose you’ll want me to prove it,” I said and laughed. I was already fairly drunk, and somehow I had obtained yet another double rum and coke. I was well on my way to becoming shit-faced, as was Lisa.

She giggled again. I looked at my wife, and she was extremely close to Joanne, nearly rubbing herself against her.

I looked back at Crystal, who had a drink for herself. I wondered if it contained alcohol. I leaned close to her and found I could smell rum on her breath. She was getting rather tipsy herself. I said, “Lisa tells me you and Rachel got intimate a few years back.”

Crystal’s mouth dropped open in amazement. “How did she know about that?”

“I would assume Rachel told her. But that’s okay, Lisa also told me she and your sister did the dirty deed as well.”

“Yeah, I know about that.”

I may have been drunk, but I figured out easily enough how she’d known that. “Joanne told you, right?”

“Yeah. We share everything.” Her gaze told me she didn’t just mean their clothes.

I looked at Joanne and said to Crystal, “Is your sister a good pussy licker too?”

“Uh-huh, but not as good as me,” the girl said. She was breathing rather unsteadily, and I wanted to kiss her but was not drunk enough to do that in front of the entire wedding party. Then she said, “I guess you’ll want me to prove that.”

Then Lisa and Joanne were there. Lisa said, “Joanne and I have been rehashing old times together, if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” I said. “I was just talking to Crystal here about those old times she had with your sister.”

“Joanne says she wants to see our honeymoon suite,” Lisa said and looked at Crystal. “What about you? Do you want to see our honeymoon suite?” Crystal nodded. The girl was so turned on, I thought she might just come right there.

Lisa looked into my eyes. “Shall we show them?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “I hope nobody comes looking for us.”

 ”I don’t know if anyone will come looking for us,” Lisa said, “but they might when they find us.” We all laughed loudly st her play on words.

“They’ll get quite an eyeful if they do,” Joanne said through her laughter.

Lisa looked around and said, “Cheryl and I will leave first, as if we”re just going to our room for a minute. People will probably think we went to have sex, which of course we are. You two wait two minutes and follow us. We’re in suite 7 on the third floor. Just knock.”

Lisa took my hand and we departed for our suite. When we got there, we stripped our clothes and waited. A few minutes later, a tentative knock sounded at the door. I opened the door, standing there totally nude in the open doorway. If anyone had walked by they would have seen me revealed to the world. Of course, I didn’t care.

Crystal’s hands flew to her face as she gasped. Joanne pushed her into the room and soon we had them naked as well.

Crystal was very petite. She had small boobs, barely an A-cup. Joanne’s boobs were bigger, but not by much. She was also taller than her younger sister.

“So, confession time,” I said. “You two do it together, don’t you?”

“All the time,” Joanne said. “Ever since that time we visited and we did it with Lisa and Rachel.”

Lisa and I pushed them down onto the bed and started making out with them. For fourteen, Crystal was quite a good kisser. She knew how to use her tongue, moving it enough to be seductive without making it a tongue race, which is common in younger girls who feel their tongue must be in constant fast motion.

I began touching Crystal’s pussy, feeling how wet and ready the young girl was for sex. She reached out for my cunt and began fingering me expertly. She was really a very good lover. She plunged her middle finger inside my flooded vagina while flicking my clit with her thumb. Joanne had taught her well.

I decided I wanted to trib with her, so I got her to sit up and press her pussy against my mound, her body perpendicular to mine. We rubbed against each other and I could feel the wonderful friction sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My orgasm was mounting and soon I lunged against her as it began from deep within my pussy. She joined me soon after and we lay with each other, panting and doing our best to cool down a bit before we had to get dressed and return to the party that was being given for Lisa and me.

The passage of time since we’d disappeared struck me. I was sure people would be looking for us, and they would almost certainly notice that Joanne and Crystal were missing as well. Of course, everyone there with the exception of Dr. Brown, Lisa’s father, would know exactly what had happened, but I didn’t want Dr. Brown to know we had seduced his nieces.

Lisa and Joanne had opted for a sixty nine, and Crystal and I watched as they approached their orgasms. They looked lovely together, and I felt a sudden wave of love for my wife.

Then that hit me. My wife. We were married, at least as far as the Netherlands was concerned. It was legal there, if not in our own country. Tears of utter joy filled my eyes. I wasn’t sure if the alcohol had assisted in producing those tears, but I don’t think so. I was so much in love I could not hide it.

The moment Lisa and Joanne were finished, I moved to Lisa and took her in my arms and kissed her. The sisters noticed this and did the same thing. Soon, they were at each other, pawing each other’s flesh and generally working toward another orgasm. They were soon in their own sixty-nine and Lisa and I left them there as they licked and sucked each other’s mound, giving each other the ultimate pleasure available to man or woman. I loved watching the sisters making love, but we both knew we had to get back.

I got Joanne’s attention. “Just make sure the door closes when you leave,” I said, and we left them there in the throes of ecstasy.

Entering the large room where the reception was being held, we were met immediately by Marie.

“Everyone was wondering what happened to you two,” she said, looking and speaking mostly to me. “I told your mom you were probably off fucking somewhere.”

I smiled at her. “Very astute of you,” I said, smiling mischievously.

“Then someone noticed Lisa’s cousins were missing too, and I figured you all four had gone off to fuck,” Marie said. “I just thought I’d let you know I’m jealous.” She smiled at me, and I knew she was just kidding. Well, half way kidding, at least. I knew she would have jumped at the chance to get into either Joanne’s or Crystal’s pants.

Then my mom was there, along with Lisa’s mom. “Did you two go off and fuck Lisa’s cousins?” Mom asked.

I shrugged. It was no use trying to deny it. “Mom, they wanted it. Bad. Who was I to deny them such pleasure?”

Donna, Lisa’s mom, grew pale, apparently unaware her nieces were like that. “Where are they now?” she asked.

I figured she might as well know.

“We left them still in our suite in a sixty-nine,” I said.

Donna stood there for a moment, seeming to make a decision. Then she looked at Lisa. “May I borrow your room key?” she said.

“Sure,” Lisa said with a smirk.

Before Donna walked away in the direction of our suite, she said to Lisa, “Not a word to your father about this. Just tell him I said I had a headache and wanted to lie down for a while alone in the room.”

We all watched Donna walk across and out of the large room. Then looking at each other, we laughed.

It seemed we had a total convert to our way of life.

Continue on to Chapter 87

The Wedding

  • Posted on April 27, 2017 at 12:01 pm

By April

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2005 }

Three people gathered in the large comfortable living room to take part in a private ceremony. A girl and a woman stood next to each other while a second woman stood before them. The ceremony’s forbidden nature ensured its secrecy; it was a marriage between mother and daughter.

“I, Cheryl Ward, take you, Kelsey Ward to be my wife, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

Cheryl smiled with happiness; her eyes glistened with tears of pride as she spoke the words of love and commitment to her nine-year-old daughter. The wonderful creature with the key to her heart flashed back a smile of adoration before turning to face the lady who stood before them, her mother’s best and dearest friend Sarah.

Sarah, an attractive woman of 33, took in the sight of mother and daughter. Cheryl was a tall willowy woman of 32 with long auburn hair that dropped down to the small of her back in rich lustrous waves. Her emerald eyes sparkled with beauty and intelligence and made her want to dive in and love her again. And of course she had, Cheryl and Sarah had been lovers for five years and it had been happy up to a point. Cheryl was bisexual but her predilection for women didn’t match her craving for young girls, and it had come as a shock when Cheryl had opened her heart and told her. Cheryl’s husband had died seven years ago in an accident at work leaving the girl without a father, so Cheryl had been both mother and father to her and eventually more.

Sarah had entertained suspicions ever since Cheryl had made her confession, she had wondered with what might be described as horrified fascination whether mother and daughter might embark on something unspeakable. Now looking back, she realised that’s why Cheryl had told her, she had fed her the hint on purpose to soften the real blow. A softer landing? Some chance! She found the idea disgusting; it was something she could never come to terms with.

They had all lived together quite happily — or so she had thought — at Cheryl’s house; Kelsey had her own room while Sarah and her mother slept together. The very thought of them having sex behind her back whenever she was out made her weep. She’d threatened to walk out, called her a pervert and any number of names, but had stayed. Cheryl had pleaded for forgiveness, and stranger still, she had given it. Oh yes, she had cried and screamed at her but Cheryl had just stood there with a bowed head and eventually she knew it was no good, there was nothing she could do.

In the end, Sarah had forgiven her. An end to their lovemaking was bad enough, she didn’t want to lose her friendship too even though her heart was being torn apart. She left and moved in to the home she’d shared with her husband before she met Cheryl.

There were so many things she would miss. Sex with Cheryl had been something to die for. Her energy in bed had literally taken her breath away, and the music of her cries had filled the room. She wondered if it was the same with Kelsey. She felt her eyes moistening as she realised it would be even more so with her. She tried to imagine what it would be like between them but decided to quit the line of thought; it was far too hurtful, even now.

All that was nearly a year ago, and although it still hurt at times, she had always loved little Kelsey and it gave her pleasure to see the happiness she shared with her mother even if she found it hard to accept the form of love they practiced together. Life had moved on for her too, she had found a good man and was happy with things. They were all friends again — good friends, and that was fine. In fact that’s why Cheryl and Kelsey had asked Sarah to witness their wedding, no one else meant as much to them or could be trusted with the secret of their forbidden bond.

Sarah switched her gaze to Kelsey, a smaller replica of her mother. She wore an elegant satin bodice that hugged her slender frame, while the neckline and waistline were trimmed with pretty pearls. The effect was topped off with an ivory-coloured sash tied into a bow round her back. Sarah didn’t think she had ever seen a prettier little girl. She wore a soulful expression as she listened to her mother speak her vows and it sat well on her heart-shaped face. It made her look solemn yet beautiful. Her hair was different from Cheryl’s, however; it was blonde and straight and swept down her back in a silky wave that made Sarah envious when she compared it with her own curly locks.

She turned her head and her eyes alighted on Cheryl; she sent a silent message of support before moving back to Kelsey with whom she repeated the same. Clearing her throat slightly and while still looking at her, she spoke the words they had previously agreed upon.

“Do you, Kelsey, take Cheryl to be your wedded partner?”

Kelsey gulped a little and took a deep breath as she began speaking the words she had been rehearsing every spare moment of the week.

“I, Kelsey, take you, Cheryl to be my life partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know you — the woman — and falling in love a little more every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us.”

Near to tears herself, Sarah took a tiny gold diamond ring from her skirt pocket and handed it to Cheryl, who held it in her hand with a look of wonder before gently placing it on the wedding finger of her daughter’s hand.

Sarah concluded the ceremony. “Then I now pronounce you a married couple.”

“Oh Mum… we’re married,” declared the awed voice of her daughter.

“Yes, my darling, you’re my wife now, for ever and ever amen.”

They stayed like that for some time, looking into each other’s eyes with more love than you could imagine until Sarah cleared her throat.

“Ahem. You may now kiss the bride.” Then she laughed. “Although of course you are both the bride, technically speaking.”

They both joined in the laughter for a moment until Cheryl bent down and joined her lips to Kelsey’s in an open mouthed kiss that threatened to melt the paste holding up the wallpaper. Cheryl’s larger mouth engulfed the dainty lips of her daughter’s in a wet seeking embrace as she forced her tongue in between and found the back of her mouth. It was a kiss that didn’t seem like ending, at least not in the next few moments, so Sarah smiled and headed for the kitchen to fill her glass with some of the champagne that had been opened especially for the occasion.

As soon as Kelsey heard Sarah leave, she slid a devilish hand under her mother’s dress and pushed the dress up to her waist. Then she slid her hand up her stockings and onto her thighs. The flesh was warm, and the heat increased as she flattened her palm against the thin lace of her panties and squeezed them into the groove of her mother’s sex.

Cheryl moaned in her throat and hunkered down onto her hand, they hadn’t made love for nearly a week, it was, explained Cheryl, a good way of making the honeymoon night something very special, but it took all of her strength to remove her daughter’s hand from between her legs and kneel down next to her.

“Later, honey. We have to wait,” she hissed in her ear. “Sarah’s just in the next room.”

“Oh Mum, I want you though,” Kelsey whimpered reaching between her mother’s legs again. “I want to suck you there.”

“Oh God yes darling, you can, all night if you like, but just wait a little longer until it’s time, and then it’ll be like nothing else you’ve ever had. I promise.”

“Ummm, I suppose you’re right,” she sighed, looking up into those searching green eyes. Then she ran her fingers through her mother’s hair and caught a curl in her hand, then ran it down the length all the way to the small of her back. “Just one thing, though.”

“Yes?”

“When we go to bed, can we try some things I saw on the net?” she asked shyly.

Cheryl wondered what that could mean; of course it had implications, but of what kind she wasn’t sure yet. She decided to take things as they came, right now she wanted to speak to Sarah and thank her for being so supportive.

“Umm… sounds interesting, you’ll have to tell me what you saw later,” she answered before licking Kelsey’s ear lobe with the tip of her tongue. “I’m going to have a word with Sarah and thank her for today. Why don’t you go to your room and try out the new game she’s bought you for your wedding present?”

At the mention of the computer game, a look of delight transported Kelsey’s expression into one of childish glee. She looked up and smiled into her mother’s face and Cheryl felt her thighs moisten a little as she took in the lovely visage of her new wife’s golden-skinned features. She adored the way her freckles spread across her cheeks and the bridge of her upturned nose like a shoal of meandering fish, the depth of her deep green eyes and the small heart shaped face. Like an angel, she thought, just how corny is that? But just then a flicker of late afternoon sunlight dipped in from the window and rested on her darling and lit up her golden hair like a halo of burning fire.

Cheryl swallowed as a lump filled her throat and for a moment she was speechless, consumed with love and rising desire until Kelsey reached up and drew her mother down for a kiss before speeding up the stairs to her room.

She poured herself a glass of champagne, headed over to the kitchen and took a seat at the table next to Sarah who was also indulging, and set her glass down next to hers.

“Thank you for your support, Sarah. You were wonderful today. We won’t forget, neither me nor Kelsey,” she said with a nod in the direction of the stairs.

“Hmm,” she breathed with a smile. “That’s okay, I was glad to help.”

“You were marvellous.”

“And you’re a marvelous couple,” she grinned.

“Mmm,” murmured Cheryl as she took a fresh sip from her glass and then changed the subject. “Things still good with you and Frank?”

“Yeah, no complaints. Things are going well since he got the new job and we moved into the other house. He’s a wonderful man Cheryl; he’s so caring with me.” She looked pensively down at the table before picking up her glass again. “Yes, who knows how far things might go?”

Her tone made Cheryl look up and catch her eye. “Do you see it leading to another wedding? Yours, perhaps?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe,” she answered with a shrug. “Neither of us are rushing, but I think it might be on the cards.”

Cheryl reached over and gave her ex-lover’s hand a tight squeeze. “I’m happy for you Sarah, you deserve it after everything I did to — ”

She was silenced with a hand on her lips as Sarah cut her off. “Sshhh. It’s in the past, you’ve apologized enough times already. I’m just glad that you and Kelsey are so wonderful together; I’ve never seen her as contented. There can’t be anything wrong with that, at least not the happiness.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “Things are very special between us; you know that, and… and I suppose I needed to solemnize our relationship, kind of make things official between us, so when Kelsey had this crazy idea that maybe we ought to get married, after all she said, ‘we’re living as husband and wife behind these doors,’ so I thought what the hell, why not?”

Why not indeed? thought Sarah. But what happens when Kelsey gets older? She’s only nine now and still a child, but what happens when she becomes a teenager and starts to see others of her age dating? It was something she’d been thinking about a lot recently and she decided to voice her concerns, even though she didn’t know how to put them into words.

“Cheryl, what does… what happens when she’s older, when she sees others of her age going out together? What if she found someone she liked and wanted to be with her — or him? How would you cope, Cheryl? Would you stop her from doing what she wanted?”

Cheryl heaved a sigh and looked down at the table as though thinking but then suddenly brought her face level with Sarah’s. “Of course I couldn’t stop her,” she sniffed. “Try … I’d try like hell, but if she really wanted to then I’d be powerless to stop her. I wouldn’t mind her seeing other boys and girls as long as she came back to my bed. That’s okay. She needs to be allowed some freedom in that respect.

“But if she ever really finds someone she loves enough to want to leave me for and forgets her promises to me, the ones she made today, then there’d be nothing I could fucking do — not a fucking thing!”

She took a hanky from her pocket and dabbed it to her eyes as they began to fill with tears.

Alarmed at her friend’s distress, Sarah slid off the chair and dropped to her knees beside her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry. It was stupid of me to say such a thing today. Please forgive me. I don’t want to spoil your special day.” Cheryl’s reaction had taken her by surprise, and shocked her. She was usually such a strong person. Sarah couldn’t remember seeing her get so easily upset and was ashamed of herself for misjudging her ex-lover’s emotional state.

“No…..no Sarah, it’s me who should apologize. I’m such a silly old hen,” she said, drying her eyes and stuffing the tissue back in her pocket. She sighed, enjoying the comfort of Sarah’s arms and an old familiar reassurance she remembered so well. There had been such love between them, and in a way it was a shame it had all ended the way it had.

She had always been different; even before she was married she’d been attracted to young girls. It was something to be kept secret in the form of forbidden fantasies when she was by herself. There used to be a little girl who lived next door to them when she and her husband first got married. She was only six or so, but to Cheryl she was so beautiful, so perfect and sexual that she would touch herself whenever she thought of her. Soon she was masturbating regularly, lurid fantasies involving the two of them in her bed and the things they would do.

Of course, nothing actually happened — it was all in her mind, but over the years she found herself attracted to numerous little girls in just the same way. Luckily, unlike many other women who shared the same desires as her but regarded them as a weakness and hated themselves, she accepted it as part of her sexuality and never tried to suppress it.

Like many other women, Cheryl experimented with lesbian love in her teens. She soon realized she preferred women to men and yet at the same time she desperately wanted to have a child, so she married a pleasant-enough man who gave her a daughter. From then on she lost interest in their sex life and they drifted far enough apart for him to find another woman and they divorced.

As Kelsey grew from a baby into a young girl, Cheryl’s feeling towards her became increasingly sexual. As with her earlier attitude towards her sexuality, she never tried to fight her feelings, in fact she had come to believe it was the right of all females to experience love from one another without regard to whatever society regarded as taboo, acceptable or unacceptable. It wasn’t her problem, no bloody hassle. As far as she was concerned, nothing that happened between two people was inappropriate as long as they were comfortable and happy with what they were doing.

Kelsey had always been close to her mother; from the beginning she had been a tactile child. Both mother and daughter delighted in touches and caresses whenever they were near each other. Long hugs were common, the feel of each other’s bodies, the warmth and softness of a loving embrace, face against face, cheek to cheek, lips to cheek and gradually lips brushing lips.

At first the kisses had been brief, but gradually their lips had stayed together longer until they’d parted and become open mouthed, tonguing each other’s mouths and swapping saliva in steamy open-mouthed kisses. Both mother and daughter were indulging in what Kelsey called a long session of ‘snogging.’ Things couldn’t continue as they were without either a progression towards full-blown sex, or a complete end to what they were doing.

The next step felt so natural. It happened one evening as mother and daughter lay on the sofa enjoying a session of kissing and heavy petting. It had been going on for nearly half an hour; their coital-like thrusts and dry humping becoming more frantic and their cries more desperate. Cheryl’s frustrated body was near to breaking point when she suddenly pulled away leaving a long trail of saliva hanging from her lip. Then in a voice shaky with emotion, she asked Kelsey if she would like to go upstairs and continue what they were doing without any clothes on. Kelsey said she did, they did — and the rest, as they say, is history.

It was the first real sex Cheryl had ever experienced that had left her fulfilled as a woman both physically and emotionally. In turn Kelsey had thrived from her mother’s caresses and had moaned and wept from the sensations sweeping through her body as the woman’s mouth and tongue made her world explode. When she surfaced from her first climax, Cheryl raised her head from between her legs and sent a trail of licks and kisses up her body and over her face. Then she’d smiled into her daughter’s wonder-struck eyes and whispered a request that sent Kelsey sliding down her body to place her mouth between her mother’s parting thighs.

The orgasm that followed had been the most intense of Cheryl’s life. During the course of Kelsey’s amateurish but spirited sucking, Cheryl had gone from sighs and whispered urgings to delirious cries and sobs before finally clamping her thighs around her daughter’s ears and spurting into her young mouth.

“I’ve no worries about my little girl,” she said smiling through a final sniff. “We’re both deeply in love, and everything’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”

Sarah held her eyes and smiled back her love.

“I believe you. You and Kelsey are very special to me. You’re an extraordinary couple.”

“We are,” she agreed with a crooked grin.

They chatted for a while longer the way old friends do, until Sarah looked up at the clock. It read a quarter to seven, and she decided it was time to get back to her husband and leave the newlyweds to their own devices.

Once alone, Cheryl headed upstairs to her bedroom and excitedly changed into something she’d bought especially for the occasion. She slid on a pair of sheer nylon stockings, black stay-ups with red embroidered roses stitched onto their bands at the top. Then she changed into a lace half-cup bra showing nearly all of her breasts and panties the same colour as her stockings, then strolled over to the full-length mirror.

Her slender figure reflected back from the glass and caused a small smile to appear on her face. Pleased at what she saw, she ran her hands through her hair and then down to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. Exercising at the local gym helped to keep her in shape; her body was toned and sleek and looked fabulous in any clothes she chose to wear — and even better without, as Kelsey was so fond of telling her. She was proud of her tilting breasts with their spreading areolas and long nipples. She took them between her thumb and forefinger and massaged them for a moment and then giggled delightedly as they rose up like a pair of jumping sentries caught sleeping on watch.

Moving closer to the mirror, Cheryl refreshed her makeup and applied expensive perfume to a few strategic places about her body. Glancing once more into the mirror, she jumped as she saw Kelsey’s reflection staring back at her in a saucy-faced grin. Kelsey had removed her dress and hung it in the wardrobe. Now she wore a skimpy black tube and tight fitting jeans, transforming her from a dainty little girl into an underage temptress.

“Kelsey,” she exclaimed loudly with a surprised smile. “You made me jump, you little monster.”

Kelsey was playing with her game when she heard her mother treading up the stairs. She expected she was coming to see her, but when she didn’t appear she became inquisitive and crept along the corridor to her bedroom and peered round the door. Kelsey was transported to voyeur’s paradise as she watched her mother undress and cavort naked in front of the mirror. She stood it for as long as she could before she gave in and skipped up to her with twinkling eyes. Throwing both arms around her mother’s hips, the child pressed her face into Cheryl’s buttocks.

“Kelsey?” The girl licked and kissed the panty-clad globes for all she was worth before pressing against — but not into, thanks to the stretchy lace — the divide in between. Cheryl felt a treacly sensation between her legs; she stepped away from her daughter and then turned with a smile.

Overcome by devilment herself, she slid her panties half way down her buttocks and Kelsey, not one to miss an invitation, dived in and smothered the pale rounded globes with kisses before heading for the valley in between, but was stopped short of her goal as her mother pulled them back up.

“Uh-oh,” she grinned. “We can save that till later.”

“Oh, Mum, you meanie! Why can’t I?” she cried with disappointment. “You know you love it when I do you in there.”

“Yes, I do,” she said in the kind of voice that grins, “but we’ve waited all week. We can hang on a smidgen longer, just an hour or so while we toast our wedding properly and get each other in the mood.”

“But Mum, I’m already in the mood,” she insisted.

Cheryl tossed back her head with an earthy chuckle, and her hair flew back in a rippling wave.

“Well, you can have some champagne,” she said. “You’re always saying you want to grow up so you can try grown-up drinks, now here’s your chance.”

“Then can we have our honeymoon?” Kelsey insisted.

“Umm, yes. Give me a kiss, then we’ll go and flop down by the fire,” Cheryl said as she nibbled her daughter’s ear and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Oh, brilliant — I’m having real champagne!” Kelsey exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes, dear, but no more than one glass. I don’t want you falling asleep on me, because then, young lady,” she said tapping her nose playfully, “there won’t be any honeymoon at all. Umm, I want another kiss.”

This time it was a real kiss, the kind that had gold plates on. It was open-mouthed and contained a great deal of tongue, enough to send Kelsey’s toes curling up, especially when she felt her mum’s hands squeezing her bum through her panties.

The little girl sighed happily as they came apart, then Cheryl took her hand and led her downstairs into the living room. She took a seat on the sofa in front of the flickering fire with its deep hearth and wrought-iron grating while Cheryl disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“Here, take a sip… but don’t drink it too fast or it’ll go up your nose,” she warned as she took a seat and handed her a glass full of bubbling champagne. Kelsey reached out and gripped the glass in both hands and then gingerly placed the rim to her lips and drank. She swallowed more than she had intended to, however, and her mother’s warning was true to the word. She let out a loud squeal of surprise and Cheryl was just in time to grab the glass before most of the champagne splashed onto the carpet.

“A little too fast. Here, I have it now. I’m putting it on the coffee table so nothing gets spilt. Take another sip in a minute, but be careful.” She took a deep drink herself and then set it down on the table. It made a small tinkling sound as it touched Kelsey’s glass where it stood on the polished mahogany. Then moving up, she placed an arm around her small shoulders and drew her closer.

“Did you like the way it went? The wedding?” she prompted.

Kelsey nodded.

“The pledges we made to each other are very important, aren’t they? Could you feel that? Do you still truly mean what you said?”

“Yes I do Mum, and when I said what I did I meant every word. I love you, I really do,” Kelsey said with feeling as she gently cupped her mother’s face in her hands. “It was me who said I wanted to marry you, remember? I kept saying so and asking you, but you thought I was just being childish until I made you see that I really meant it.”

Cheryl took her daughter’s hands and kissed each one in turn, then kissed her softly on the lips. “Yes I know. I have no more doubts. Let’s change the subject. Let’s talk about something else,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.

“Umm, sounds good,” murmured Kelsey, who then began kissing her mother’s shoulders with soft brushes of her lips.

“Oh, Kelsey,” she sighed dreamily.

“I’m your wife now, Mummy darling, and I want you so much.”

Cheryl picked up Kelsey’s glass and handed it to her, and then reached for her own.

“And you’re my wife. You’re everything I could wish for.” Then she raised her glass and told Kelsey to do the same. “Here’s to the rest of our time together. Our love that’s so different and yet so thrilling, the kind of love that only we can understand.

“To the wedding.”

The next hour was given up to passionate kisses and breathless whisperings as they exchanged ideas, suggestions and promises about the sort of acts they would perform on each other once they were in bed. Lips apart and mouths wide open, they gave welcome to each other’s tongues and moans of lust, Kelsey’s more of a cry while her mother’s grew from her chest into wanton growls. Cheryl shook and sobbed into her daughter’s mouth as she felt the child’s hand wend it’s way between her thighs and then dip down to caress her sex through the ridiculously thin material of her panties.

Kelsey was experiencing the same treatment from her mother, her hips lurched into her lover’s hand and her muffled whimpers joined the torrid acoustics of the room as they both drew nearer to an abyss of ecstasy. It took all of Cheryl’s self control to pull away and suggest in a shaky voice that they had better continue in the bedroom.

Then she headed for the door, and Kelsey watched her magnificently constructed arse swing out of the room to the swish of her stocking.

“Mummy,” she said as she caught up with her.

“Yes, darling?”

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she exclaimed in a shy little girl’s voice that didn’t match the words she had just used.

Cheryl lips quivered into a smile as an aching hunger writhed within her loins. “So do I. Oh God, so do I!”

The End

Ultimate Surrender, Chapter 5

  • Posted on April 26, 2017 at 3:00 pm

By Girl Lover

Friday. The last day of school before the weekend. During recess, Bonnie and Jennie walked along by themselves while the other kids ran and shouted on the playground. Talking excitedly about everything that had happened the previous night, the girls eagerly discussed what they wanted to do later that evening and over the weekend.

“Do you really think we could go see them tomorrow, during the day?” Jennie asked Bonnie.

“Yeah, I think so. We’ll ask them about it tonight. What do you want to do tomorrow?”

Jennie shrugged, “I dunno.”

“We could go to Zilker Park… or maybe the mall…”

Jennie thought, then said, “I wanna go to the mall.”

“Okay.” Then Bonnie remembered something. “How are we going to go without our parents finding out?”

Jennie pondered this, then said, “My mom stays out late every night and sleeps till noon, and I think I can sneak out without my dad noticing.”

“I can tell my mom that I’m meeting you and Stacy and her mom at the mall. The mall’s so close to my house, my mom will let me walk over there.”

“What time should we meet?”

“Well, I think we should go sometime in the morning, maybe about ten. Is that good?”

“I think so.”

Bonnie grinned, “We’re going to have a lot of fun tomorrow.” Then she added, “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

*****

That night at Kala’s house, the two women and two girls were eating a pizza. Kala had ordered it earlier when they all met in the parking lot and she’d heard Jennie’s stomach growling.

“Where the fuck is the sauce?!” Raven scornfully asked Kala as she glared at the slice in her hand.

Kala told her, “It tastes better this way.”

“Bullshit.” Raven turned to Bonnie, “Do you think this tastes good?”

Bonnie nodded, “Mmm-hmm,” as she took another bite, to which Raven rolled her eyes. While still chewing, Bonnie went over to look at Kala’s CDs.

She pulled out a few, didn’t recognize any of them, and thought the covers seemed rather bizarre.

“What is this?!” Bonnie asked, looking appalled. She pulled out another CD. “EEWWW! This is gross!”

Curious, Raven came over to see, then started laughing at Bonnie’s reaction.

“Which one is it?” Kala asked.

“Gwar. Violence Has Arrived,” Raven answered, still laughing, to which Kala also laughed.

“What’s so funny?” demanded Bonnie. “This is guh-ross. Don’t you have anything good?”

“This is good,” Raven told her.

“Don’t you have Adele or Sia?” Bonnie quickly looked through all the CDs.

“Who?” Raven asked.

Bonnie’s mouth dropped in shock as she looked at Raven incredulously. “Hello! You don’t know who Adele is?”

Raven couldn’t help smirking at her cute reaction, “Should I?”

“She’s only like the best singer in the world,” Bonnie told her matter-of-factly as if everyone knew. Continuing to look at the CDs, she said, “All you have is weird stuff.” She picked one up, “Am… Am…”

Raven looked, “Amon Amarth.”

Throwing her hands up in exasperation, Bonnie said to Jennie, “Let’s go in the hot tub.”

Jennie took one last bite of pizza, then hurried into the bedroom to get undressed as Bonnie unashamedly stripped in the living room with Raven eying her hungrily. Once she was naked, she ran to the patio door, pulled it open and jumped in the hot tub. Jennie quickly followed, wrapped in a towel, which she discarded once she entered the water.

Staring at the hot tub with the naked little nymphs capering about, Raven and Kala pulled off all their clothes and joined them on the patio.

“Kala,” Raven called teasingly, “there’s a couple of naked little girls in the hot tub. What should we do with them?”

Bonnie and Jennie giggled gleefully.

“Should we spank ‘em?” Raven asked, to which Bonnie and Jennie looked at each other in pretend shock, with their eyes and mouths wide open.

Kala grinned, “Nah. Let’s just fuck ‘em silly.”

“Yeah, fuck us silly!” Bonnie exclaimed, cracking Raven and Kala up.

Jennie leaned close to Bonnie and whispered, “What’s that mean?”

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno.”

Raven and Kala climbed in. As Kala sat down, Raven lowered herself below the surface and Bonnie’s eyes gleamed playfully as she tried running away through the chest-deep water. Reaching the far end, she turned around to see where Raven was, but all she saw was Kala and Jennie. Trying to peer through the roiling water, she couldn’t locate her anywhere. Jennie, not wanting Raven to get her, went over to Kala and pressed close against her.

Suddenly, Bonnie felt her legs being grabbed under the water. She screeched and tried to get away, but Raven rose up in front of her. Bonnie backed away with Raven following until she ran into the bench. Raven rose up, placing her hands on her hips while grinning at Bonnie. Unable to resist the sexy little girl before her, Raven picked her up and planted kisses on her face and neck, then on her nipples.

Raven lightly patted Bonnie’s tiny butt, “I want to kiss this cute little ass.” Setting Bonnie down on her hands and knees on the deck surrounding the hot tub, Bonnie felt Raven’s hands on her butt cheeks and was shocked to see Raven actually kissing her butt.

“EEWWW! Jennie! She’s kissing my BUTT!”

Jennie’s mouth dropped at the sight of Raven’s face pushed up against Bonnie’s bottom. Turning to Kala, she asked, “What is she doing?!”

“Enjoying herself,” Kala chuckled at the girls’ reactions, thinking, Kids.

“That’s so guh-ross!” Bonnie continued protesting.

Raven continued loving Bonnie’s little butt with her mouth, then pulled away to ask, “Do you want to kiss mine?” knowing full well what Bonnie’s answer was going to be.

NO WAY!” 

Carefully rolling Bonnie over onto her back, Raven softly kissed her body all over till she got to her tiny sex. She placed her mouth upon it and held it there, using her tongue to push inside. Bonnie, propped up on her elbows, watched Raven’s face between her legs as she smiled back. Raven’s tongue tickled and her fingers slid along her chest, causing Bonnie to shiver from the little tremors they caused.

Jennie watched them, spellbound by how Bonnie seemed so deeply affected. For once, she was quiet, not her usual talkative self. She remembered how good it had felt when Kala kissed her own missy the night before. As she continued to watch, she felt Kala softly tracing her fingers up and down her chest. When she went across her ribs, it tickled, causing Jennie to squirm slightly. Feeling a finger in her butt crack, she looked at Kala in surprise as Kala grinned back at her.

Turning to face the woman and admiring her boobs, Jennie reached out and gently touched them. She looked up at Kala for approval, who didn’t say anything, only kept smiling at her. Smiling back, Jennie took a breast in her hand, feeling the softness between her fingers. They felt so much like pillows that she had to lay her head against one to see what it would feel like to use it like a pillow. Turning her head, she pressed her face into it and then rubbed the protruding nipple around in a circle by moving her head.

Kala stared at the little girl in astonishment. She had never seen such a reaction before, once again thinking, Kids. Such an endearing reaction to her body turned her on in a way no adult ever had. She reached around and cupped Jennie’s bottom, letting her finger slide into her crack again. Her other hand slowly rubbed up and down Jennie’s back as the girl nuzzled her nipple, reminding Kala of a nursing baby.

After a minute, she moved her hand around to caress Jennie’s sex, at first rubbing along the outside, then sliding along the middle, letting her finger sink between the smooth folds, drawing out little sighs of contentment from the young girl in her arms. Bending down, Kala pressed her lips against Jennie’s, but slowly and tenderly, knowing how fragile she was.

Feeling the sensations of pleasure coursing between her legs, Jennie welcomed Kala’s soft lips. The effect was like a massage, relaxing her completely, so much so that her legs began to feel weak and she would have fallen had Kala not been holding her up. Kala kept moving her finger inside her sex, making the erotic response even stronger while Jennie hung limply in her arms, quietly panting.

As Kala watched, Jennie’s body seemed to become rigid, an intense look on her face as she tried to speak, “Ka — Ka — Ka — ohhhhhhhh…!”

Giving Jennie an orgasm and watching her come never ceased to amaze Kala. It meant more to her than coming herself. She picked the child up and hugged her against her chest while she recovered, then glanced across at Raven and Bonnie.

Raven was on her back on the deck, propped up on her elbows, legs spread wide apart. Bonnie knelt before her, with one hand apparently moving inside Raven’s pussy while she licked her. Raven was watching her intensely, her face contorting in reaction to Bonnie’s tongue.

The nine-year-old raised up and asked Raven, “Does this feel good?”

“Oh yeah. Keep doing it,” Raven answered.

“It’s really weird, though.”

Raven rolled her eyes, “I know.”

Bonnie stuck her tongue out and continued licking Raven. At first, she thought it would taste gross, like pee, but actually it didn’t have any taste. Bonnie didn’t understand why something like this would feel so good, but she knew that when Raven did it to her, it was the most awesome feeling ever.

She felt Raven sit up all the way. “Bonnie.”

Bonnie glanced up.

“Lick right here.”

Bonnie looked at the fleshy protrusion that Raven was holding between her thumb and forefinger and said, “Um, okay.” She touched her tongue to it, licking, feeling it sort of grow a little bit. Then she noticed that Raven was moaning and squeezing her boobs, pinching the nipples. Bonnie giggled. It seemed so funny. She kept licking that spot and watched how Raven reacted more and more to it.

Raven was absolutely loving what this little girl was doing to her. The fire within her began to swell, growing larger and larger till suddenly it exploded. She fell back gasping, her back arching, as she shrieked, “Oooooohhhh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OOHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKKK….!”

As the climax slowly ebbed, Raven panted, hands falling listlessly to her sides. Finally she sat up, and smiled, “Shit, you make me feel so good!” Slipping back into the hot tub, she was still breathing heavily as she continued to revel in her orgasm’s ecstasy.

Bonnie got in too and leaned against the woman, feeling happy. Then, as she looked over at Jennie, cuddling with Kala, she remembered that they were supposed to ask about the weekend. “Oh yeah,” she exclaimed aloud.

“What?” asked Raven.

“Tomorrow, me and Jennie were wondering if we could go to the mall with you.”

“But what about your parents? What will they say?”

“I’m gonna tell ‘em that me and Jennie and Stacy are going to the mall with Stacy’s mom.”

Kala looked down at Jennie, “Is that what you’re gonna tell your folks?”

Jennie squirmed uncomfortably, and mumbled, “Something like that.”

“What do you think?” Kala asked Raven.

Smiling, Raven said to Bonnie, “The mall?”

Bonnie, nestled against her, looked up and nodded excitedly.

“What time?”

“Ten?”

Kala said to Jennie, “Can you come at ten?”

Jennie was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Bonnie and Jennie played in the hot tub a while longer while Raven and Kala watched. When they noticed the kids starting to yawn, they knew they it was time to take them home.

Raven and Bonnie got out of the hot tub while Kala waited for them to leave so Jennie wouldn’t be embarrassed to get out naked. Then Kala and Jennie got dressed and went back to the parking lot. Kala kissed her goodnight. Seeing how Jennie looked sad, she asked, “You gonna miss me?”

Jennie nodded, then went through the trees with Kala watching her. After Jennie disappeared, Kala remained there, staring at the grove that she’d disappeared into. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong with Jennie, something that didn’t make sense.

*****

“Well, it’s about time you got up,” Bonnie’s dad greeted her when she walked into the dining room on Saturday morning.

She already knew what time it was. 8:47. She was glad that there was no school so she could catch up on her sleep, and for the first time all week, she felt rested. She sat down at the table and picked up the box of Froot Loops that she always ate for breakfast and poured herself a bowl. Her mom brought her two pieces of buttered toast and a glass of orange juice, then headed to her daughter’s room to pick up the dirty clothes from yesterday that were invariably scattered on the floor.

After Bonnie finished eating, she went into the living room and flopped down on the couch and instinctively turned on the TV, changing the channel till she found a cartoon. As she stared blankly at the screen, only half-watching, she mulled over how she was going to tell her parents about going to the mall. She knew they were okay with her walking there by herself because it was so close, and they would think Stacy’s mom would be there, so that should work. And the mall with all its stores was a perfect place to keep her occupied for hours so her parents wouldn’t wonder why she was gone for so long.

On Cartoon Network, Sylvester was chasing Tweety through a clothing store and had fallen down the stairs into a bunch of mannequin parts which he was now wearing as he ran after Tweety. She had seen this one before and would’ve been laughing at it if she wasn’t so eager to go. She was watching the clock as usual. The same clock that told her when her parents would go to bed at night so she could rendezvous with Raven. It was only 9:23. Sighing, she tried to concentrate on watching the cartoon, but it was as futile as Sylvester’s efforts in catching Tweety.

Finally at about five minutes to ten, she turned off the TV and asked her mother if she could go to the mall with Stacy and her mom and Jennie. “How long will you be gone?” her mother asked.

“Till about two.” Bonnie didn’t know how long she would be out, but two sounded like a good answer. Not too early, not too late. “And we’ll eat lunch at the food court.”

“Okay, call me later.”

“I will,” Bonnie answered as she ran out the door.

Walking down the street, she called Raven and told her she was on her way to the parking lot. When Bonnie got there, she saw Jennie hadn’t arrived yet, so she waited. Several minutes later, Raven and Kala drove up on their bikes and together, they all waited on Jennie.

They waited, each of them checking the time every few minutes. Finally, seeing that it was 10:25, Bonnie exclaimed, “Where is she?”

Kala stood up from the rock she’d been sitting on and starting walking towards the trees. Raven called out, “What are you going to do? Check every house until you find her and then ask her parents if you can take their daughter out?”

Sighing, Kala halted mid-stride, then turned towards Raven. “Something must have happened to her. I need to see if she needs…” She paused, not sure what else to say.

“How will you even know what neighborhood she lives in?”

Kala scowled, shook her head, but came back and sat down again.

Several more minutes went by as Kala became more frustrated and more worried. Bonnie was worried herself, but like Kala, didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, Kala stood up and ran towards the trees. Bonnie started forward, eagerly searching for Jennie before seeing her running through the trees towards them.

Kala knelt down and hugged Jennie, but upon pulling away, noticed that the girl’s eyes seemed red. “Are you okay?”

Jennie nodded, “Yeah, um, I just got something in my eyes earlier.”

Kala took her hand, and they walked back to the parking lot. “What happened? Why are you late?”

“I wasn’t able to leave cuz my dad was in the living room and I had to wait for him to go back into his room.”

“I’m glad you were able to come.”

“Me too.”

Highland Mall was behind the theater. As they came through the doors, Bonnie saw a narrow ledge running alongside the wall a couple of inches off the floor and ran over, stepping onto it.

Looking back at Jennie, Bonnie called out, “Come on, Jennie! You’re in hot lava! Get out of the hot lava!”

Jennie excitedly ran over and together, they inched their way along the ledge as Raven and Kala stared at them confusedly.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Raven called to Bonnie.

“We have to stay out of the hot lava!”

“Yeah, the floor is hot lava!” Jennie piped up.

The girls slowly inched along the ledge, giggling, as Raven looked exasperatedly at them.

“Can you fucking believe this?!” Raven muttered to Kala. Kala suppressed a laugh at Raven’s frustration.

Finally, Raven couldn’t wait any more and strode over, picking Bonnie up, who squealed, “Don’t let me fall in the hot lava!”

Ignoring her plea, Raven set Bonnie down. Of course, the girl immediately began hopping from one foot to the other, squeaking, “Ow…ow…ow…ow…” before jumping back onto the ledge.

“Bonnie, come on,” Raven called.

“I can’t touch the hot lava!”

Kala reminded Raven, “They’re kids,” then went over to them and knelt down with her back facing Jennie. “Climb on.”

Jennie happily climbed on and Kala stood up, carrying her piggyback. Raven scowled as Bonnie slowly moved several more feet to the end of the ledge before at last hopping off.

They continued walking along, Kala still carrying Jennie on her back as they passed by various stores. Suddenly, Jennie squealed excitedly, “A puppy!” and patted Kala’s shoulder, exclaiming, “Put me down! Put me down!”

Kala squatted while Jennie slid off and ran with Bonnie into the pet store where a puppy was pouncing inside a little pen. Kala and Raven followed and hovered nearby as Bonnie and Jennie leaned over the side of the pen, petting the puppy. After walking around and looking at all the other animals, they left and went to Kay-Bee Toys.

As the girls picked up and examined various toys, Raven and Kala stood off to the side, watching them. Raven remarked, “You know, I could get used to this.”

“Hanging out at the mall?”

“Doing stuff with Bonnie, regular stuff, I mean. Being with her instead of just having sex with her.”

Kala gazed at Jennie as she picked up a Barbie doll. “Yeah, me too. Who’d’ve guess that I would fall for a kid.”

As Jennie studied the Barbie she was holding, she asked Bonnie, “What’s Raven like?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… what do you do with her…” Jennie glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then whispered, “…when you have sex?”

“Oh,” Bonnie smiled. “I like, um… playing with her boobs… and I like it when she chases me in the hot tub… oh and I love when she touches my missy. What do you like about Kala?”

“I like her boobs, but I think what I like most about her is when she holds me. It makes me feel safe. Does that sound dumb?”

“Uh-uh.”

Bonnie looked some more among the rack of dolls, then said, “I wanna go to the bookstore now. You wanna come?”

Jennie replied, “Nah, I’ll stay here a while,” so Bonnie went over to Raven and asked, “Can we go to the bookstore?”

“Sure.”

They went across to Barnes & Noble, and Bonnie headed for the children’s section. There, she perused the selection and picked out a Richard Scarry book, telling Raven, “I know this is supposed to be for little kids, but I love the pictures.”

After Bonnie finished leafing through the book, she put it back and bent over at the waist to search for another one. Raven felt her pussy began to stir as she stared at the child’s butt. She didn’t mean for it to happen, but watching Bonnie was getting to her.

Bonnie was counting all the wacky things in Dr Seuss’ Wacky Wednesday, pointing to each one as she whispered, “One… two… three…” when suddenly she felt Raven’s hands sliding around her sides and stroking her chest. “What are you doing?!”

Fondling the girl’s nipples through her shirt, Raven whispered in her ear, “I can’t help it. You’re turning me on too much.”

“Somebody’s going to see you!” Bonnie hissed.

“No, they won’t. There’s just some woman with her kid up at the front of the store.”

As Bonnie turned the page, she showed the picture to Raven, exclaiming with a laugh, “Look, you can see his butt!”

Raven nuzzled and kissed Bonnie’s neck, telling her, “I want to see your butt. Come on, let’s go to the fitting rooms over at JC Penney’s.”

Bonnie turned her head towards Raven, feigning a look of shock as she giggled, “You are so bad!”

Raven kissed her neck again. “And you are so sexy.”

*****

Back at Kay-Bee Toys, Kala stood beside Jennie as she continued looking at the dolls. Curious, Kala asked her, “Do you have any of these at home?”

“No.”

“What kind of toys do you have?”

“…um, I, uh… have…”

Jennie didn’t say any more than that, and Kala didn’t push her. Feeling hungry, she asked, ”D’ya wanna get something to eat?”

“Sure,” Jennie said happily.

They went to the food court and Kala got them both burgers and milkshakes. Kala carried their food to a booth and sat down. Jennie slid in beside her instead of across from her, and bit into her burger hungrily.

Still curious about the girl, Kala asked, “So, what do your parents do?”

In between bites, Jennie told her, “I don’t know what my dad does. He stays home a lot and makes these pretty blue crystals, but I’m not supposed to touch ‘em. People come by and he sells them the crystals. My mom works at night. I don’t know where. I once heard her telling my dad it was twelve street.”

“Twelve street?” Kala asked.

“Uh-huh. I remember that cuz my dad told my mom when I turn twelve I can work there with her.”

Suddenly realizing what was being said, Kala froze, then asked slowly, “You mean Twelfth Street?”

“Yeah. My mom says she meets John there and sometimes he gives her a lot of money and sometimes not so much.”

Her lips felt dry, and when she spoke, Kala’s voice sounded hollow and far away, “And your dad, who sells crystals to people, wants you to work there too?”

“Yeah. He says a lot of guys will pay good money for me to do tricks. But I don’t really know any tricks.”

Kala’s eyes flashed with anger as her hands clenched into fists beneath the table. She’d never felt such rage as she felt at this moment. And she doesn’t even know! she thought.

“Jennie,” Kala began as she slid an arm across her back.

The child flinched as she sucked her breath in.

Kala pulled back in alarm, “What?!”

“Nothing,” Jennie quickly said, “I… I…” then closed her mouth and looked down at the table.

Confused, Kala watched her closely, then slowly laid her hand on Jennie’s shoulder. Again, Jennie flinched. She tried not to, but couldn’t help it.

As Jennie remained sitting still, hands in her lap, staring nervously at her half-eaten burger, Kala carefully lifted the hem of her shirt and saw a large, ugly red bruise on the girl’s upper back. She also saw the other bruise she’d noticed three days earlier and finally understood what was going on.

For several seconds, Kala just stared at the injuries, shock and rage building within her, then lowered Jennie’s shirt. Being mindful not to touch the tender spots, she gently hugged the child as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Jennie…”

Jennie looked up. Kala’s voice failed her. She didn’t know what she should say. After a minute, she licked her lips, then spoke quietly, “Jennie… what your parents are doing to you is wrong. They’re hurting you. Do you have any other family?”

“My grandma, but I can’t remember where she lives. It’s some kind of tree in Colorado.”

“There’s no one else?”

Jennie shook her head.

Kala slowly breathed out. She couldn’t take Jennie to the police. That would likely cause more problems then it would solve, since they might recognize Kala and would probably stick Jennie in some foster home with a bunch of strangers.

Not knowing what else to do, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out, “Jennie, would you like to come live with me for a while?”

Jennie’s eyes brightened as her mouth slowly dropped, “You mean… with you… at your house?”

Kala nodded.

“Can I bring my school stuff and Betsy Bear?”

“Betsy Bear?”

Jennie mumbled, “My uh, teddy bear.”

“Sure, you can.”

Jennie’s face glowed with joy, convincing Kala that this was the right thing to do instead of taking her to the police.

“Come on, let’s go,” she said to the girl, giving her a wink and a smile. They slid out of the booth and headed towards the mall exit.

As they walked, Kala’s thoughts intruded, You’re just going to take her from her parents?

They’re not being her parents! she silently responded.

And you think you’re gonna be her new mom? her thoughts persisted.

Kala didn’t have an answer for that. She hadn’t got that far ahead yet and didn’t know for sure what she was going to do — only that she had to get Jennie out of the situation she was in.

Stepping outside, Kala saw that they were close enough to walk to the theater parking lot where they always met. As they headed toward the grove of trees, Kala asked, “Do you think you can grab your stuff and come back here without your parents noticing?”

Jennie answered, “I think so.”

Reaching the edge of the grove, Kala told her, “Just go inside, grab what you want to take, and come back here.” She watched as Jennie ran into the trees.

Several minutes passed with Kala pacing nervously. She stared into the vegetation, her nervousness growing until suddenly she couldn’t stand to wait any longer. She jogged into the trees, eyes scanning the unfamiliar territory. Seeing nothing but more trees, she continued forward until finally something appeared: a dilapidated old shack, leaning precariously, surrounded by piles of junk. As she cautiously approached, Kala heard a scream, then faint crying.

Breaking into a run, she quickly reached the small house and peered through a bedroom window. Inside, a disheveled, weary-eyed woman, looking as worn out as the house itself, sat on the bare mattress of a bed. The room was empty except for the bed and an old chest of drawers cluttered with beer bottles, discarded cigarettes, and a crack pipe.

The woman’s age was impossible to tell. She seemed young, but at the same time, fatigued and old. She was tying a tan rubber tube around her upper arm. She flicked a vein on the inside of her elbow a few times, then picked up a syringe from the bed and pushed it into her arm.

Reaching behind her back, Kala pulled out her Glock, flicking the safety off as she went along the side of the house towards the door. She could hear Jennie’s anguished tears clearly now, as well as a man furiously shouting at her to shut up. Creeping up to the back door of the shack, Kala braced herself for a second, then pushed it open and stepped inside.

Instantly, the filth and smell of the appalling living conditions hit her. She was in a kitchen, the sink filled with dishes encrusted with long-dried food and swarming with flies. Ahead of her, she saw an overflowing trash can in a dilapidated living room with scattered beer bottles on the filthy floor. Stepping into the room and seeing the apparatus, she knew what this was, a meth lab, with a plate of blue crystals scattered on a table, and a shotgun leaning against the corner.

Kala still hadn’t seen anyone, but she could heard Jennie’s sobbing nearby, along with the man’s angry voice farther away and the woman yelling back at him. Entering a narrow hall, she saw Jennie lying on the floor against the wall, cradling her arm and crying. Running to the girl, Kala started to lift her up, but the instant she touched her forearm, Jennie screamed in agony. Kala realized the arm was broken.

The man’s voice suddenly exploded from somewhere behind them, “JENNIE, IF YOU DON’T SHUT THE FUCK UP, I’M GONNA MAKE YOU SHUT UP!”

Kala stood, a look of pure rage crossing her face as she raised the Glock and slowly stepped in the direction the voice was coming from. A gaunt, haggard-looking man with a straggly, unkempt beard strode out into the hall from one of the rooms. Seeing Kala, he shouted, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

The Glock in Kala’s hand was her answer, its report deafening and its justice immediate. The man screamed and fell backward, grabbing his right thigh with both hands. Sprawled on the floor, he stared down at the blood pooling under his leg.

Kala walked towards him, the gun pointing at his head, her eyes flashing with fury. She glared at the man cowering before her. He dragged himself backwards down the hall, leaving a trail of blood on the grimy, wooden floor.

Her voice was cold and distant as she snarled, “It was you… the bruises… the fear in her eyes every night, never wanting to come back here… all because of you.”

The man, still dragging himself back, reached the corner behind him and stopped. He raised his bloody hands to shield his face as Kala aimed the Glock at him.

Jennie’s crying came to her ears, piercing through her rage.

Still pointing her pistol at the man’s head, Kala briefly turned towards Jennie as the girl trembled in terror on the floor, watching.

Kala’s voice was cold and deadly, “Jennie, close your eyes and turn away.”

Jennie didn’t move. She remained staring wide-eyed at Kala and at her father, tears streaming down her face.

Kala raised her voice, scolding, “Jennie! Close your eyes!”

Jennie still didn’t make a move. Crying, she clutched her arm, staring at them. Kala, feeling exasperated, fixed her deadly gaze on the man again, wanting so badly to squeeze the trigger.

“What do you want?” he pleaded.

“Jennie,” she growled back menacingly.

“You can’t take her,” he told her. “She’s my daughter.”

She spat the words at him, “Not any more!”

Lowering the Glock, Kala went to Jennie. Carefully she knelt and raised the girl to her feet, holding her broken arm steady, then spoke quietly, “We’re leaving. Where’s your room?”

Jennie, barely managing to get the words out through her sobbing, said, “I don’t have one.”

“Then where do you sleep?”

Jennie looked at the far end of the hall, next to the kitchen. Kala followed her eyes.

There in a dark corner was an old, worn, threadbare blanket, lying on the floor with a small backpack next to it. On one end of the blanket was a faded blue dress, along with a pair of jeans and a shirt, which folded up served as her pillow.

Walking over, Kala saw some torn pieces of paper with pictures colored in crayon. A few discarded crayons lay next to the drawings. She picked up one of the pieces of paper. On it was a crudely drawn picture of a stick figure with a mohawk on a motorcycle with a smaller stick figure astride in front, both figures smiling. On another piece of paper, the two stick figures were holding hands and smiling with a heart drawn above them.

Tears ran down Kala’s cheek as the images burned into her. Rage began to fill her once again as her hand tightened around the grip of her Glock — but she pushed past that, focusing on Jennie’s backpack. She picked it up and stuffed the drawings inside, then went back to Jennie. Glaring at the man, who was still watching her from the other end of the hall, and with the backpack hanging in the crook of her elbow, Kala carefully picked up Jennie, gently cradling her broken arm.

“B-Betsy Bear,” Jennie reminded Kala, her crying mostly subsided. Pointed toward an open door, she said, “She’s in there.”

Kala carried Jennie along the hall in that direction, keeping her eyes on the man. Instead of walking into the room, she stood off to the side and peeked in. It was the bedroom she had seen earlier from outside. The woman was lying on her back on the mattress, her eyes staring blankly upward, not blinking, her arms akimbo, legs dangling off the edge. The syringe still stuck in her arm with a rivulet of blood trickling from it and pooling in the nook of her elbow. There, just under the bottom of the bed was a teddy bear, a dingy, pink Care Bear.

Looking at Jennie, Kala whispered, “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Please… just… just close them.”

Jennie did, and Kala gently pressed the girl’s head into her shoulder so she couldn’t see. Walking into the room, Kala used her free hand to feel for the woman’s carotid artery on her neck. There was no pulse. She was gone. Kala stared at her for a few seconds, then making sure Jennie still couldn’t see, she squatted down, grabbed the teddy bear and backed out of the room.

Taking one last look at the man in the corner and clutching Jennie tightly to her, she bolted. Out of the house, through the grove of woods, and towards her bike in the Highland Mall parking lot.

Upon reaching the Honda, she carefully set Jennie on the seat, then quickly stuffed the teddy bear and backpack in the tail bag strapped to the back of her bike, then pulled off her belt. Looping it around Jennie’s neck, she used the belt as a strap to keep Jennie’s arm suspended. Climbing on behind Jennie, she fired up her bike and slowly drove to an emergency clinic that was a few miles down the road.

*****

Kala opened the door for Jennie to walk inside the North Austin Urgent Care Clinic. After leading her to a chair, Kala stepped up to the receptionist, “My daughter broke her arm.”

The receptionist handed her a form on a clipboard. “Fill this out please.”

She took it and sat down beside Jennie. As Kala began completing the form, she said quietly, “I’m putting my last name on this so it will look like you’re my daughter.”

Kala continued filling out the paperwork, occasionally asking Jennie questions, such as her date of birth, until the nurse called them back. Jennie’s arm was X-rayed and then they were left alone in the examining room for the doctor to come see them. Kala turned to Jennie, “All those times that you didn’t want me to walk you home…”

Jennie looked down at the floor, sadly whispering, “I didn’t want him to hurt you.”

Kala hugged the child, kissing the top of her head, then tilting her chin up so Jennie could see her. “No one will ever hurt you again.”

Several minutes later, the doctor came in, explaining it was a only a slight fracture that should heal on its own in a week or two. He placed Jennie’s arm in a soft cast made of padded cloth that could easily be removed by unbuckling the strap, wrote a prescription for some pain relievers, and they left the clinic. Kala slowly drove to Walgreens to pick up the prescription, then to her house.

*****

Kala pulled into the garage and after getting off herself, carefully lifted Jennie down. Going inside, Kala led her to the couch. She went into the kitchen for a glass of water, then gave Jennie one of the pills and sat down with her, watching as she swallowed it. Her eyes were still red and swollen, though she wasn’t crying any more.

“Does it hurt much?” Kala asked.

Jennie nodded. Kala carefully hugged her, whispering, “I’m so sorry.”

After pulling back, Kala turned on the TV, flipping through the channels till Jennie said, “Can we watch this?”

Kala smiled. It was a cartoon channel with old cartoons from the seventies and eighties. They sat together for a minute, then Kala said, “I’m going to outside and call Raven, okay?”

“Okay,” Jennie mumbled.

Kala first went to the kitchen for a beer, then stepped out into the front yard and looked up at the clear, blue sky, shaking her head. It was hard to imagine how the world could look so beautiful when other people’s worlds were so fucked-up.

As she took a swig of beer, the implications of what she had done weighed on her. Jennie was actually staying with her. But could she keep her? How would that work? What about school? Let’s just take this one day at a time, she told herself.

*****

At Highland Mall, Raven and Bonnie were strolling hand-in-hand along one of the corridors after having their fun in JC Penney’s fitting room. Raven was listening to Bonnie ramble on about the kids at school.

“…so I said, ‘Why should I have to bring a present if Linda didn’t?’ See?! That’s what she does all the time She just thinks she’s sooo important because her mom is the principal. But I think she’s just full of it. And this one time, Steven forgot his math homework at home and…”

Raven rolled her eyes. Bonnie had been going on like this for a while, but despite the fact that Raven wasn’t really interested in any of it, she enjoyed listening to her.

Hearing her phone ring, she pulled it out and saw that it was Kala. “Yeah? … Fuck, is she all right? … What happened? … What are you going to do with her? … Yeah, okay… we’ll be right over.”

She put the phone away and just stood there for several seconds. Seeing the serious look on Raven’s face, Bonnie asked, “What’s wrong?”

The woman didn’t answer. Slowly she raised her arm and studied the scar on her wrist for a moment, then squatted down in front of Bonnie. “Something’s happened to Jennie.”

Bonnie grew quiet. “What?”

“Not everyone has a good home like you do. Do you remember a few days ago when you told me that Jennie would fall down a lot and hurt herself, and that she would forget her lunch, and that she kept wearing the same clothes every day?”

The girl nodded.

“Bonnie… Jennie never fell down. Her dad was hitting her. Her parents never gave her any lunch, or any new clothes.”

Bonnie’s face fell as she asked quietly, “But why would they do that?”

“They were bad people and didn’t love her.”

With tears coming to her eyes, Bonnie whispered, “You mean those bruises she had…” her voice cracked, “w-what happened?”

Raven quietly said, “Her father broke her arm.”

Bonnie couldn’t hold back the tears any more. They streamed down her face as she sobbed, words coming out in a jumble, “Why would he hurt her she’s my best friend why didn’t she tell me?”

Raven hugged the child, holding her close. “Because she was ashamed and thought it was her fault.”

“She didn’t want me to come over to her house,” Bonnie sobbed, “and, and I… t-teased her about how she was so clumsy… w-why did I have to tease her?”

“You didn’t know. No one did. She’s safe now. She’s away from her parents, and with Kala. And we’re going to see her.”

*****

As soon as Raven lifted Bonnie off her bike, Bonnie ran to the door and knocked on it urgently. When Kala opened the door, Bonnie rushed past her into the living room to Jennie on the couch, staring at her arm in the cast. Not knowing what to say, she asked, “Does it hurt?”

“Not any more. Kala gave me a pill.”

“I-I didn’t know, Jennie…” Bonnie’s guilt overwhelmed her, and she teared up again. “I’m sorry for calling you clumsy.” She wiped her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jennie’s voice was faint and forlorn, “I didn’t want anyone to know.”

Outside on the front porch, Kala peeked in at Jennie through the window, then took a sip of her beer. “I mean, it was unbelievable the shit-hole she was living in. Some backwoods shack. Filthy as hell. Mom’s a junkie. Dad’s making meth. No bed and no clothes.”

She took another swig, then looked at Raven, “It was worse than when you were a kid. Her dad was going to pimp her on Twelfth Street! I’ve never wanted to kill anybody so bad!”

Raven asked, “Why didn’t you?”

“I tried, but Jennie kept looking at me.”

“Why didn’t you just call the cops and let them deal with it instead of bringing her here?”

“You know what they’d do!” Kala snapped. “Stick her in some foster home! That didn’t help you, did it?”

“So what are you going to do with her now?”

“I’m keeping her!”

Raven spoke sternly, “You don’t know anything about kids, Kala. You think you’re going to be her mom?!”

“Better than a foster home full of strangers!” Kala peeked through the window again at Jennie on the couch. “I’m all she’s got.”

Raven’s tone softened, “Come on, give her to the police. You know you can’t keep her.”

Kala remained looking inside at Jennie, a hurt look on her face as she asked, “Why not?”

Raven replied quietly, “You know who we are… and what we do.”

Inside the house, Bonnie’s phone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket, she saw that it was her mom and hit the DECLINE button. Then, seeing that her mom had also called earlier, she told Jennie, “Sorry, I gotta go.”

After carefully hugging Jennie, she went out onto the front porch, “Raven, I gotta go back home now.”

“Okay,” the woman nodded. Then turning to Kala, out of sight of Bonnie, she said, “Kala…”

As Kala looked, Raven tapped the fiery Burning Angels figure tattooed on her upper chest. Kala stared at it for a few seconds, until Raven turned and took Bonnie’s hand, walking with her to the garage. A minute later, they drove out and away, leaving Kala deep in thought.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Spying on Hallie, Part One

  • Posted on April 25, 2017 at 12:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The first time it happened was about three months ago.

I came home early from work one afternoon and when I went upstairs to change my clothes and passed by my daughter’s bedroom door, I heard something that made me stop and listen.

   …moaning, panting, gasping, groaning… 

I recognized those sounds, and I was sure I knew what they meant. God knows I’d made them often enough myself in bed late at night — fondling my nipples, rubbing my clit, fucking my pussy, trying my best to stay quiet (though not always successfully), while bringing myself to orgasm over and over again.

Yes, I love masturbating. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, to tell the truth. Of course, I haven’t really had that much sex. A couple of boys in high school, a few more in college, then my husband, Rick, and in the ten years since he’d left us, nothing but my hands and fingers. Still, that’s been enough. Quite satisfying, in fact. I love to masturbate, to please myself, and I do it pretty much every night. I’m very good at it.

It seemed apparent from what I could hear as I stood outside her door, that my daughter, recently turned fifteen, had inherited my tendencies. I suppose I’d assumed all along that she’d been playing with herself. Most girls do, of course, but this was the first direct evidence I’d had of it. And it fascinated me. I knew I should walk away and leave her to her privacy, but somehow I couldn’t. I had to stay and listen.

Then a startling thought occurred to me. What if she wasn’t alone? Could there be someone with her in the bedroom, having sex with her? A boy, or possibly even a girl?

I listened more closely, more carefully, actually pressing my ear to the door. No, I couldn’t hear anyone else. There were no other voices, no other sounds from anyone except my daughter, Hallie. She was alone, I was certain of it, and she was masturbating.

Now I really should walk away, I told myself.

But I didn’t. I stayed and listened some more. I listened closely to the heavy breathing, the sexy grunts and groans. I could even hear, it seemed, the wet slushy sound of Hallie’s fingers working between her legs. Maybe that was only my imagination, I don’t know, but I was sure I could hear that too.

And oh my god, it turned me on.

Who knows why these things happen? Who can say what will excite us? Is it wrong to become aroused when you picture your own daughter masturbating? When you listen to her and hear the excitement building, when you can tell she’s approaching an orgasm? I don’t know about anyone else, but it certainly turned me on.

Suddenly I realized something. I was not only listening to her, but I was rubbing myself as well. My hand, unconsciously, had moved to my crotch, was pressing in on my mound through my slacks and pantyhose, massaging my clit.

That’s when I finally did decide to leave her door. Instead of going to my bedroom, however, and changing out of my work clothes, I headed back downstairs to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of white wine, and waited.

I waited… I sipped the wine… and I thought about Hallie, about what she was doing. God, it just turned me on so much.

I simply couldn’t help it. My hand down slid to my crotch again. But this time I opened my slacks and pushed my fingers inside. I was wet, very wet. I stroked myself and it didn’t take long, not long at all.

Within only a minute or so, I brought myself to climax. That was even faster than usual. I must have been right on the edge already, just from listening to her and thinking about it, thinking about my teenage daughter rubbing her pussy.

When I finished, I raised the hand to my face, licking my fingers, loving the taste of my juices. Then I zipped and buttoned my slacks, and drank some more wine. I stood leaning against the kitchen counter, my breathing slowly returning to normal, occasionally sniffing my fingers, waiting for her.

Ten minutes later, I heard her bedroom door open, her bare feet coming down the stairs. She entered the kitchen, wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, obviously braless.

“Oh!” She looked startled to see me. “Um… hi, Mom.”

“Hi, honey.”

“What are you doing home? Isn’t it kind of early?”

It was about 4:30 by then. Normally I wouldn’t get home until around 5:45. “Yeah, the boss had something to do, so he closed the office early today. No big deal.”

“Oh, okay.” A moment’s hesitation, then, “So, uh, how long have you been here?”

“Not very long, only a couple minutes.”

“All right.”

And that’s all that was said.

Perhaps I should have taken the opportunity then to speak with my daughter about the facts of life, about hormones, sexual urges, masturbation, and so on. But I didn’t. I could vividly recall how embarrassed I had been when my own mother sat me down when I was thirteen for a very awkward talk about the birds and the bees. I hated that, and I vowed never to repeat such a scene with my own child. Unless she came to me herself and asked for information, which she never had, the sex education she got in school would have to suffice.

* * *

That first time I listened outside her door was basically an accident, but the subsequent instances definitely were not. These other occasions did not occur in the afternoon, however, but in the evening.

I would say goodnight to Hallie, go to my room, shut the door and get ready for bed, and then just wait. After half an hour or so, I would quietly leave my bedroom and stand outside of hers, listening.

Sometimes there were no sounds at all, or just meaningless, incidental noises. But more often than not, when I listened through her door at night, I would hear what I was hoping to hear. I heard my daughter masturbating.

I did it too as I listened to her. I played with myself, a hand between my folds, teasing my erect clit, fucking my cunt, trying to time it so I would come at the very same time that she did.

I knew this was dangerous. How could I possibly explain it if Hallie suddenly opened the door and discovered me there, doing what I was doing? I knew it was a risk, but I didn’t care. It was worth it. And anyway, from what I could tell she seemed completely preoccupied with her own activities.

This went on for several weeks. Almost every night I would listen outside her door, and almost every night I would hear her masturbate, bringing herself to orgasm as I did the same.

This was intensely exciting to me. I would close my eyes and picture her as I rubbed my pussy, seeing my lovely teenage daughter in my mind, playing with herself. It was almost as though she and I were doing it together, in the same room with each other, in the very same bed — and that forbidden thought drove me wild with lust. It was so wrong, and yet so arousing, so desirable.

I remember making a promise to myself on one of those steamy nights that I would never go any further. This was enough. It was okay for me to fantasize about these other things, but that’s all it would ever be, just a deliriously exciting fantasy.

Soon, however, perhaps inevitably, there came a time when I needed more. Just listening to Hallie masturbate was not enough. I wanted to see her doing it too.

Was that idea crazy, insane? I tried to tell myself that’s exactly what it was — a foolish, stupid, crazy idea. Except the more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that I had to do it. And so I did.

It was on a Thursday, a day when I knew my daughter had no after-school activities and was likely to come straight home. Following lunch, I told my boss I wasn’t feeling well, that I must have eaten something bad, and he gave me the rest of the day off.

I parked the car in the garage so she wouldn’t see it. After changing out of my work clothes into loose terry shorts and a thin tank top, with no panties and no bra, I went to Hallie’s bedroom to wait. From her window, I could see the front sidewalk.

As I expected, at around 3:30 she came walking up, alone, lugging her backpack. She entered the house, and I hid inside her closet.

This was a huge risk, by far the biggest I’d taken yet. What if she found me in there? What could I say? There would be no way to rationalize it. My heart was pounding as I listened for her coming up the stairs.

I heard her bedroom door open, heard her drop her heavy backpack on the floor. I’d left a small crack in the closet door, only an inch or so, enough for me to see her unmade bed but not much else. As she moved around the room, sometimes I could see her and sometimes I couldn’t. But I saw that she was wearing earphones and listening to her iPod, sort of dancing along with a song. Then I saw that she was starting to take off her clothes.

She danced and sang, a bit out of tune, swaying to the beat as she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, opened and pushed down her jeans, and then her panties too. Now all she wore was a little pink t-shirt.

A faster song came on. Hallie bounced around the room, twerking, shaking her beautiful butt. I saw that her pussy was shaved. Although we’d never talked about it, it didn’t really surprise me. I knew most high school girls did that now.

A minute or two later, she stopped dancing, took out the earphones, and set the iPod on her nightstand. After lifting her t-shirt up and off, she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. This left her completely nude.

She stepped out of my view for a moment, and I wondered what she was doing. Perhaps she was looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. I couldn’t tell from my vantage point. Anyway, she soon returned. I watched as she lay down on the open bed, on her back, and began to play with herself.

God, I was insane with lust. I was actually seeing it! My beautiful teenage daughter was masturbating, and I was watching her. I slid one hand inside my shorts, the other under my tank top. My pussy was very wet, my nipples stiff and throbbing.

Hallie started with her hands on her small breasts, fingers caressing her nipples. Her head was on the pillow, eyes closed. I saw her licking her lips as the tips of her fingers teased and circled her swollen nipples. Her legs were crossed, thighs squeezed tightly together, scissoring.

I moved up closer to the crack in the closet door, carefully easing it open a little wider. I had to be able to see better. If Hallie happened to look in that direction, she’d probably discover me hiding there, but by then I didn’t care much about that. My lust was nearly out of control.

As I watched, she pulled up her knees, spreading her slim legs, both hands slowly sliding down to her crotch. She stroked her smooth shaved mound, then used her fingers to part her labia. I could clearly see moisture glistening inside, and it made my mouth water.

My own clit felt huge under my fingers, slippery with my juices. I knew I couldn’t make myself come, couldn’t take the chance of getting caught. But it would have been so easy, so very easy. I was right on the edge.

Hallie’s eyes were still closed. She licked her lips as she played with her pussy, and it looked as if she might be whispering something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I saw her slowly push a finger inside herself, and I did the same thing in the closet, imitating her, mother and daughter both fucking our cunts.

I heard a gasp, a groan. Her whole body shuddered. I didn’t think she’d come yet, not quite yet, but it seemed that she was very close, almost there.

Then suddenly she surprised me. She turned over onto her belly. Both hands were still between her legs. She began moving, slowly at first, humping her fingers, then gradually faster, faster, faster. I heard her panting, moaning, and murmuring to herself again. I thought I could even smell her juices.  Jesus, I was so close. I needed to come so badly, but didn’t dare.

Hallie groaned and moaned, humping her hands, grinding on her fingers. She went on like this for another minute or so, then changed position once again, now getting up onto her knees. She was half-facing toward the closet door. I could see her breasts, could see that she was fucking herself, and I could hear her saying something as well.

Now I could definitely hear what it was. In time with the thrust of her fingers inside her wet pussy, my daughter was gasping, “Mom — Mom — Mom!”

And then she came.

Hallie climaxed, and I did too. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help it. When I saw her come, I came at the same time.

But she must have heard me. I was too loud.

As my daughter’s orgasm subsided, she looked up, finding me framed inside the now wide-open closet door. She seemed startled at first… and then she smiled.

Continue on to Part Two

Bo and Me, Chapter 4

  • Posted on April 24, 2017 at 3:07 pm

By Unfastened Belts

A soft peck on the lips woke me up. “Took to this quick, didn’t you?” I mumbled, eyes still closed. Bo giggled.

I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me. We were lying side by side. Bo moved closer so she could kiss me again. I pursed my lips, waiting for her. When our lips met, we both made smacking sounds, then laughed.

“This is nice,” she said.

We exchanged a few mutual pecks. Unlike what I’d seen in movies, Bo didn’t kiss me at an angle to avoid our noses crashing into each other. Instead, she simply pressed her nose to mine. I absolutely loved how innocent that seemed.

After a while, I opened my eyes. “Don’t move,” I told her.

Bo’s eyes widened in anticipation. I put my lips on hers, but instead of smacking them, let them linger there, nibbling ever so slightly on her upper lip. I didn’t dare go any further and pulled away soon.

“That felt really weird,” she said. After a few seconds, she added, “But it felt really cool, too.”

We just looked at each other for a while. I thought she might kiss me again, but instead her eyes drifted shut. After a few minutes, I saw them move underneath her lids and thought she must be dreaming. I kissed her softly on the lips. Her eyes stopped moving and she sighed. I wasn’t sure if she was still asleep.

Then she shifted slightly. “I had a dream just now,” she said.

“What about?” I asked.

“There was a fairy that took me to a magic place. I think I was a fairy too. We were flying through giant blades of grass. It was at dusk. There was a pond with frogs that were bigger than us. Fairies rode on some of them. I wanted to ride one too, so I got on top of it. It jumped towards the pond and I got scared. When we went underwater, at first I thought I was gonna drown, but then I noticed that I could breathe underwater and I thought, ‘how cool is it that I can do that?’

“Then I did a loop, and while I was going around myself, I saw I was a mermaid. I wasn’t surprised, ‘cause I didn’t remember that I’d been a fairy before. I wanted to breach out of the pond like a whale, but I woke up right when I got to the surface.”

“You dreamed all that in one minute?” I asked, laughing.

“That was only a minute?” Bo opened her eyes, looking at me in surprise.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve heard that when you dream, time goes by ten times as fast. I didn’t know if it was true.”

“I guess it must be,” she said.

I wondered if she’d realized that my kiss had awakened her. I trailed my fingers through Bo’s hair, which made her smile. She toyed with my hair, too.

I asked her, “Hey, wanna get up and go downstairs?”

She said, “Okay.”

I instantly hated myself for asking her that. I would have much rather stayed in bed with Bo, cuddling and kissing, but I was too scared that she might decide what we were doing was wrong, or that she’d bring it up in a casual conversation with our parents because she thought it wasn’t wrong.

That wasn’t my only concern — I was also afraid of getting carried away if we kept on kissing. I wasn’t sure what other things my lustful imagination might decide were okay to try out on my little sister.

I managed to pull myself away from Bo and get out of bed, then looked down at her. She gave me a bright, cheeky smile, extending her arms to me. I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but couldn’t keep from grinning. I took her by the wrists and pulled her into a sitting position.

She got out of bed and stretched, then surprised me by getting up on tiptoe and wrapping both arms around my neck, then giving me a soft kiss on the cheek that made the cutest sound.

“See you downstairs,” she said quietly into my ear. Then she let go and off she flew.

Dazzled, I plodded behind, rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming.

Downstairs, I glanced into the living room. Mom was seated on the couch with a book. “Morning, Mom,” I said.

“Good morning,” she said with a wave.

I went to the kitchen. Bo was filling two cups with milk. I looked at the clock and saw it was half past eight. Bo put the cups in the microwave.

“I’m making instant cocoa for us,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You can go sit on the couch,” she said. “I’ll bring it out.”

“Okay,” I said and went back to the living room, sitting at the end of the couch opposite my mother.

“You girls are up early,” Mom said.

“Yeah,” I said, not mentioning that Bo and I had had a sleepover. I picked up a Carl Barks comic from the coffee table and pretended to read it.

“Good morning, Mom,” I heard Bo say a few minutes later. Mom greeted her back.

When Bo came over, I put down the comic and she handed me my cup. “Thanks,” I said.

“You already thanked me, but you’re still welcome,” she said and sat between us. I took a few sips, put the cup on the table and went back to my comic book.

“Mom, can I take a bath?” Bo asked after a bit. Since baths used way more water than showers, our parents preferred for us to get permission before filling the tub.

Mom thought about it. “Okay,” she said. “You should go and turn on the water.”

“Yippee!” Bo exclaimed.

She got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard her turn on the tap, the water rushing to fill the tub. When she came back to sit between us, she asked, “Hey, Lisa, you wanna take a bath with me?”

My heart began to pound. “I dunno,” I mumbled. The last time we’d taken a bath together, I’d been around eight and Bo five — a good while before I’d realized I liked girls, much less that I had a thing for my sister.

“Please?” Bo said. I was still looking at the comic but couldn’t make out the pictures. My mind was racing.

“Lisa probably feels too old for that,” Mom said when I didn’t reply.

“Huh?” I said, looking up. “Sorry, I got distracted.” I put the comic down. Instinctively, I chose to pretend I hadn’t realized what they’d been talking about, so I could feel out the situation some more.

“Bo said she wants you to take a bath with her,” Mom said.

“Oh cool, yeah, sure,” I said, looking back down at the comic. I thought I sounded pretty calm, but couldn’t be sure.

“Really?” Mom said. She seemed surprised. I glanced at her to see her smiling.

“Yeah, I haven’t taken a bath in a while,” I improvised. “If Bo’s gonna take one, we can both use the same tubful of water.”

“Yay!” Bo cheered, drinking some more of her cocoa.

With a shrug, Mom picked up her book again. “Well, if you don’t mind sharing the tub, I guess…” She fell silent, turned a page.

Bo was first to finish her cocoa. She took her cup to the kitchen and stayed gone for a bit. Then I heard her yell, “Bath’s almost ready!”

Without looking up, I called back, “Be there in a minute!” I didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Okay,” Bo replied.

She didn’t come back. I thumbed through the comic for a few more minutes, then put it back on the table and got up.

“Have fun,” Mom said.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a bath, Mom,” I said, trying to affect a casual air as I exited the living room.

When I got to the bathroom, the door was already closed, but I heard the water still pouring into the tub. I knocked twice.

“Come in!” Bo said.

Entering, the first thing I noticed was her pyjamas on the floor. Then I saw that my sister was in the tub already, surrounded by mountains of foam. All I could see of Bo’s body was her knees and shoulders.

Fighting to still my jangling nerves, I closed the door behind me. Bo giggled and squeezed more shampoo under the faucet, fueling the foam production. The flowing water churned the suds even higher.

“C’mon, Lisa — get in, get in!” she exclaimed.

“Close your eyes,” I said, out of instinct. When I saw that she did, I got out of my pyjamas.

As I pulled down my panties, I noticed they were a little wet, and found myself blushing. I’d never been so wet that it showed on my underwear before! Letting them drop to the floor, I hid the evidence under my pyjama top, just in case. Glancing at Bo, I saw that she still had her eyes closed. I climbed into the bathtub and slowly eased myself into the hot water, the soap foam nearly coming up to my chin. I sat down facing my sister, surrounding her with my legs on either side, careful not to touch her.

“You can open your eyes now,” I said. Bo giggled when she saw me, practically buried in the thick suds. I felt nervous but grinned.

“We haven’t taken a bath together in a long time,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said.

Neither of us spoke for a while, we just relaxed in the hot water. The sound of the stream pouring into the tub was a meditative drone. I slipped into a dreamlike state as I gazed at Bo, who had her eyes closed.

Her face was flushed from the heat. Steam was rising up between us. Her hair, which was usually straight, fell down in waves around her face and on her forehead, curled up from the humidity in the air. She looked incredibly cute.

The sight of Bo’s bare knees, still jutting out of the water, was filling me with a desire that, by then, was all too familiar. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I wondered if the vibrations were traveling through the water.

After a little while, Bo opened her eyes and gave the tub a critical lookover. Following her survey, she grabbed the bottle from the side of the tub and joyously squeezed even more shampoo into the stream, cackling like a maniac.

“This bath needs more foam. Foam is good. Foam is life!” she exclaimed.

Bo’s mood was infectious. I caught myself giggling. “You’re a dork,” I said.

She looked at me. “Yeah, but I’m a foamy dork,” she explained patiently.

I laughed and poked her flank with my toe. She squealed in surprise and clasped her legs together, creating ripples in the water. When she relaxed again, some of the foam between her knees was gone. Seeing her bare lower legs made me shiver, despite the heat.

The tub was getting pretty full, so Bo turned off the water. She scooped up some foam and put it on top of her head, crowning herself.

“I hereby declare you Princess Foamy,” I said, tapping each of her shoulders in turn with my index finger.

Bo giggled, then put on an earnest look. “I shall reign supreme over the lands of foam! I vow to keep all citizens of Foamland foamy at all times,” she promised.

I jutted out my lips and applied some foam to my upper lip. “Arrrr! I’m the evil pirate Clearwater, and I’m not going to submit to your despotic rule!” I threatened in a rumbling voice.

I pushed some of the foam from my side over in her direction, baring my chest. Laughing, she waved the foam back to me. I proclaimed, “Princess Foamy! Your wasteful ways have terrorized Foamland for much too long! I shall take this soap and put it back to its original purpose.”

I scooped up most of the foam that was covering me, piled it on top of my head and began massaging it into my hair as big gobs of it fell down around my shoulders.

Bo looked amused, but she had quieted down. I thought the foam on her side probably blocked her view of my lower body, but I felt incredibly excited to be flashing my boobs at her. I couldn’t tell for certain if she was looking at them, mainly because foam was running down my face. I made a helicopter noise with my lips and shook my head wildly, sending suds flying across the tub at Bo.

She giggled quietly. “I surrender,” she offered meekly, slowly sliding deeper into the water with a theatrical sigh.

Bo’s head went under, only her crown still visible on the surface. I felt her feet come to rest on my tummy. I gulped, suddenly feeling nervous again. My gaze followed her legs — from her feet out of the water to her knees, then back underwater to the junction of her thighs. The water was rippling from the motion, and her legs were too close together for me to really make out anything, but I thought I could see that she was still hairless.

I only got to look for two seconds before she pushed herself back up, rising from the water. The crown was lifted back on her head, but diminished in size. Bo’s lower half disappeared beneath the foam again, but her chest was uncovered.

While she wiped her face, I caught myself staring. Her little nipples sat on mounds that were barely bigger than her beautiful dark areolas. The inside of my mouth was dry and I thought I might pass out on the spot.

I scooped some water over my head and washed the soap out of my hair. “The heat is getting too much for me,” I told her truthfully. “I’m gonna get out.”

“Okay,” Bo said, closing her eyes without my having to ask. I toyed with the idea of telling her she didn’t have to, but remained silent.

I slowly stood up and reached for a towel. I could see better from this position — but Bo’s hands had come to rest in her lap, so once again I couldn’t make out much, which was probably for the better.

I stepped out of the bathtub, dried myself off and wrapped myself in the towel. “You can look,” I said. Bo opened her eyes.

“I’m gonna stay and enjoy the water a little more,” she said, looking at me.

“Okay, Mrs. Foamy,” I said. Bo smiled brightly. I gathered up my clothes and left the bathroom.

“Out already?” I heard my mom call from the living room.

I went over to the door. “Yeah, I was getting bored. I’m squeaky clean already, anyway. Bo’s gonna stay in a little longer,” I said.

“Okay,” Mom said, going back to her book.

I went upstairs outwardly calm, aware of how badly I needed to touch myself. Passing my parents’ bedroom, I heard my dad snoring.

In my room, I put my clothes on the bed and dropped the towel. Feeling incredibly daring, I continued naked into Bo’s room.

I went through the clothes on the chair she used as a hamper and found a pair of panties. I sniffed it. It smelled faintly of pee. That was enough to drive me insane.

I crawled into Bo’s bed and underneath her blanket, pulling it up so that only my upper body was covered but my legs exposed, which made me feel extra naughty. I pulled Bo’s panties over my head, the crotch over my nose, breathing in her scent.

My trembling right hand found my pussy. It was so wet that it couldn’t all have been from the bath. My whole body was quivering, both from my bare legs being exposed to the cool air and from the adrenaline that was pumping through me. I slowly moved my index finger back and forth over my clit, torturing myself on purpose. I wanted to stretch this out, make it last.

When I felt myself getting close, I stopped touching my clit. Teasing myself instead, I started tracing lines on the sensitive flesh just around my pussy and lightly trailed a finger through the wet lips.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I went back to slowly massaging my clit. Not able to keep myself from moaning, I pushed the crotch of Bo’s panties into my mouth, held it in place and started to suck on it.

I had never felt this depraved before, or this horny. I kept going at my clit, but at the same languid pace. I was shivering violently, breathing hard. I could hear myself whimper pathetically, which turned me on even more.

The orgasm hit me unprepared. A flash of lightning zapped through my body. My hips bucked violently, and now that I was at the peak, I went wild on my clit, mashing it with the tip of my finger until it became too painful to stand. My ears went deaf and all I could see was stars. I came for at least twenty seconds.

Still breathing heavily, I could feel myself drift into what seemed a lot like a coma, but what remained of my consciousness told me that I was done for if anyone found me like this: stretched out naked in my sister’s bed, a hand between my legs, Bo’s soiled panties pressed to my face.

I tried to stand, but was still shaking so badly that I couldn’t trust my legs to support me. I put Bo’s panties back on her chair and crawled back into my room on hands and knees.

Somehow I managed to put on my pyjama top and panties. Slipping into my bed, I noticed that my face was drenched with tears. I must have cried through my orgasm.

A warm, fuzzy darkness soon enveloped me and I passed out.

Continue on to Chapter 5

How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 10

  • Posted on April 23, 2017 at 12:04 pm

By Openmindedwoman

When at last we all untangled, and had come down from our various adrenaline-fed highs, it had gotten past suppertime. The glow of the flames in the gas fireplace added a sense of mystery, and the heat from it allowed us to remain mostly naked. The girls all seemed comfortable with showing their very different bodies, and Anita and I modeled the casual nakedness for them.

There were a few card games played after having enough to eat to sustain everyone, and some reading, and yawns, and then it was time for bed. As assigned when we’d first arrived, Tracy and Kim-Ly slipped off to their bedroom, leaving the door open, and Anita and Amy did the same. Juli and I finished up in the kitchen, then found our way to the queen-size bed in our bedroom.

“Will you be warm enough, pet?” I asked, sliding my hand under the covers to find the flannel sheet.

“I will if you’re right next to me,” Juli’s ever-upbeat little voice answered.

We sat up in bed for a while, shoulder to shoulder, talking about the day, about how everything had progressed and how she felt about it. My very naughty young niece never wavered, but talked enthusiastically about Tracy and Kim-Ly especially. As usual, she caressed herself as she talked, letting her legs fall open with a hand busy working under the sheets. I smiled to myself and let my own fingers mimic hers, one hand moving from nipple to nipple and the other sliding between my legs, tugging lightly at the closely trimmed triangle on my mound.

Juli pushed the covers down a little, below our waists. “I wish I had enough hair on my pussy to trim it to a shape, like you can,” she said, “and like Tracy. Hers isn’t really trimmed though, is it? It just seems to be in such a clean shape, dark and thicker than mine, but not like, in the way or anything. And the shape of her titties… omigod, Aunt Leslie, they’re like spikes when you touch ‘em!”

“Oh, Juli, dear, dear Juli,” I smiled at her musings. “Remember that we are all different, all growing and changing at different rates. You are as beautiful as any girl I know… more so! The light blonde muff you have will fill out, but I like it just the way it is.”

I reached over and fondled her sweet thirteen-year-old mound, my fingers marching back and forth across the swelling just above her groove, lightly fingertip kissing to the V on each side and back again. She sighed and let her legs drift farther apart, and reached over to me, combing my trimmed patch in much the same way as I did hers. We sat that way in silence for a few minutes, letting our bodies respond.

“I know you’re right, Aunt Leslie,” she continued. “It just seems like there are so many feelings, and so many really pretty parts that other girls have, including you!”

She turned her face towards me and leaned her head down enough to lick the side of my right breast, back and forth, then moving around to run her tongue across my hardening nipple.

“Do you touch yourself every night when you go to bed, sweetheart?” I asked, cradling my full woman tit in my palm as if offering it to her.

“Every night that I can,” she murmured between licks. “It just seems like as soon as I lie down, that’s the thing my body craves the most. But I wish I could be in your bed like this every night!”

“We might never get to sleep, little one,” I giggled, letting my fingers slide lower, the middle one parting her soft puffy slit, and my index and ring fingers pressing her lips back together around it from the sides. She sighed and moved her hips against me.

“We could stay awake all night then,” she answered, as her small hand moved down over my weeping pussy, imitating my motions on her, and I willingly spread my legs to give her access. “I can do it over and over if I want to, and it seems more and more like I always want to!!”

“I love how you suckle, darling girl,” I whispered. “It helps get me ready so fast… can you tell?”

It was partly her mouth on my nipple making me wet, and partly the feel of such a lovely sexy young girl’s pussy responding to my touch, and also her own admission that she had urges that were growing and growing, becoming a dominant part of her being.

She curled her middle finger and slipped it easily inside me, then added a second finger. My slippery pussy easily received them, as she nodded, “Ummm-hmmm… I can tell.”

It seemed incredible to me that my sweet Juli was fast becoming the kind of girl I wanted her to be. With only a little encouragement, she had the personality to take the lead, and not just with girls her own age. It was becoming clear now that older women were on her radar as well.

“Are you my little vixen?” I asked, rubbing her pussy a bit more firmly, feeling the juices of her arousal beginning to coat my finger.

“I am if you want me to be… but what’s a vixen?” she asked as she pushed her fingers in deeper while finding my fully charged clit with her thumb.

“Well,” I replied, “there are really several definitions, some of them not so good, but I think of my vixen as a female fox, a sly and sexy and sleek and beautiful young fox who knows so well how to pleasure herself, and knows just what her auntie loves to feel.”

Juli’s hips moved in a rhythm against my fingers, and her breath quickened. “I am your vixen then… god yes I am, and I want to be your young fox whenever you want me.”

She was gasping and trembling, and I knew she was quickly getting close. Her hand moved more rapidly against me and her lips closed over my nipple again, pulling, nibbling, working me with an urgency that I could tell came from deep inside her. A moment more, then I felt her legs try to close tight, heard her groan, “Ohhhhhhhhhh it’s here… fuckkkk… fuck me Aunt Leslie…fuck your vixen girl!!!!”

I slid my middle finger inside her, feeling her beautiful young pussy clench and squeeze it as her orgasm took over her senses. Her hand never stopped moving into me, and I let my own feelings dissolve, holding her head tight to my tits, urging her on to make her auntie come — until I felt myself boiling over just as she was, spasms moving from inside me to her fingers, from my belly to my clit, my knees pulling upwards with it, unable to be still.

Afterwards, we drifted off to sleep, holding each other and pulling the covers up around us, still reaching and feeling for the wetness we had created. It was amazingly close, amazingly together. In that moment, she was mine, and I was hers.

* * *

The night was cool, and moon shadows flickered through the window when I briefly awoke to adjust how I was lying in bed. Then I came further awake to whispering from Juli’s side of the bed.

“Are you sure?” a little low voice intoned.

“Yeah, it’ll be okay,” I heard Juli respond. “Just come on in here, but take off your tee shirt. We’ll be warm enough between us.”

I heard a rustling, then the covers parted and I felt Kim-Ly’s slight figure crawling over Juli to snuggle in between us, her bottom pressing against my hip. She had her panties back on. I turned toward her, draping my arm around the child, and nuzzled her ear. “What’s happening, sweetheart? Did Tracy take up the whole bed?”

She raised her head and shifted to lie on her back. “Actually, Tracy’s gone, and I was cold and kinda lonesome,” she whispered. “Amy came into our room and said her mom needed Tracy to help her and Amy with something.”

I realized then that Kim-Ly had not been in the cabin earlier to witness how Amy had taken her mother’s milk, helping Anita to have an orgasm in front of Tracy while we were still down at the lake with Juli.

“Ahhhh, I understand,” I answered, letting my hand slide across Kim-Ly’s tummy, playfully snapping the waistband of her little undies, and then drifting upwards, back and forth across her bare chest, just below the soft round bumps that would become her breasts. “I think Anita is enjoying their company in a way you haven’t seen yet.”

At that point Juli clicked on the bedside lamp to its lowest setting, then got to her hands and knees and leaned across Kim-Ly.

“Here,” she grinned, “just watch me and you’ll see what they’re doing in there.”

I pushed myself up a little to give her better access, and amid the tangle of our bodies, my sweet vixen niece went straight to my left nipple, closing her lips over it and sucking lightly.

As I petted Juli’s hair, I said, “Anita loves the feeling she gets, Kim-Ly, when young girls like her daughter and your sister suckle her, and I have to admit it’s something that always makes me feel very special, too.”

Then I sat up all the way and placed a pillow behind me against the headboard. Juli crawled over, straddled my leg, and leaned her head down again. I cradled my left breast in my palm, a sign that she had always liked, knowing I was ready and wanting her.

“Can you see, Kim-Ly?” I asked, wrapping my right arm around the young girl and pulling her hip to hip with me.

She leaned forward a little and nodded. Her skin felt so smooth and soft against me, and Juli’s lips and tongue washing over my nipple quickly had their erotic effect. Kim-Ly watched for some minutes as my vixen girl worked her magic and my breathing became heavier. I felt Juli’s crotch begin to move in a rhythm on my thigh, and I knew she was feeling it as well.

Juli reached her left hand to my right breast, cupping it as I would do, and said, “You can do it too if you want, Kim-Ly. It makes Aunt Leslie feel really beautiful, and using our mouths like this can make us feel goosey inside too.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Kim-Ly leaned over silently to nuzzle my tit with her nose. Then, as I pulled her closer still, her warm wet tongue began a licking journey to my nipple, circling all around it, and finally over the tip, back and forth, like a cat licking its fur, cleaning, feeling. When her young lips closed over the erect nipple and she began to suckle, the natural pulsing baby suckles that I suppose were still part of her subconscious memory, I felt myself swoon, lightheaded with arousal.

“Do it like this,” Juli helpfully instructed. She held my tit in both hands, squeezing it into a bulb shape with my nipple isolated and extended for her mouth and tongue. Kim-Ly rolled up to straddle my right thigh and wrapped her little hands around my other yearning tit, and resumed her assault on my oversensitive nipple, imitating Juli’s actions.

My hands were free to reach around and feel their young firm bottoms, one girl still in panties and one as naked as I was. But soon the need to touch myself became irresistible, and I let my right hand move to the wetness of my needy woman cunt, slipping fingers inside and curling them to find the delicious upper walls. I know both girls could feel my wrist and hand, moving faster and faster as I masturbated myself, and I could feel Juli’s wet slippery pussy lips grinding faster and faster against my leg as she worked on her own pleasure.

“Yes… like that… suck my tits, little girls… suck Aunt Leslie’s big woman tits… make me fucking come for you…”

I heard my own voice in a fog somewhere and almost wondered who that naughty woman was, gasping and groaning, plugged in so firmly to the electricity running from her tits to her clit. I knew it was me, of course, and I realized I was talking dirty, saying wickedly forbidden things to these two beautiful young sources of my pleasure, but I was beyond caring, lost in the rising flow of my orgasm, and I moaned and writhed as the waves pulsed inside me.

When I finished coming and slowly drew my fingers from my pussy, Juli grabbed my hand, bringing it to her mouth, licking the gooey, fragrant juices as her hips bore down. She held my fingers to her mouth and muffled cries escaped as she reached her own climax, sliding her wet open labia up and down my thigh.

I leaned forward to kiss my niece, to lick her cheeks and the side of her mouth. She released my fingers to kiss me back, letting her saliva flow over to me and drip from our chins as she came, totally allowing her feelings take over her actions, not caring where the wetness dripped or flowed. This was the way we were closest together, in the midst of our high, and it was all the more beautiful to know we were doing it in front of someone watching us.

* * *

Some moments of quiet ensued. Juli now lay with her head on my shoulder, facing across toward Kim-Ly. The younger girl lay with her head on my right shoulder, also facing across, and I had my arms wrapped around both their waists, just holding them close, feeling my heartbeat slowly return to normal.

“Oh, my god that was awwwesome,” Kim-Ly finally giggled, and we all giggled back.

“Yes, it certainly was, little one,” I answered, patting her panty-clad bottom. “I’m glad you got to watch us and help, but it seems like you’re the only one here who hasn’t had that very special beautiful feeling tonight. Do you think you could show us what you learned today, or is that something you would rather do in private?”

I knew I was taking a gamble. But I also knew she hadn’t been shy about having an orgasm in front of us that afternoon, and I hoped that Juli’s earlier example down on the dock and our example just now might help formulate a feeling of joy for the girl in being watched by others, the way it had grown to be something Juli craved.

Kim-Ly nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, oh yes, Aunt Leslie. I want you to see. I want you to see me naked.”

The eleven-year-old lay on her back, a pillow under her head, and lifted her hips, stripping off her panties. I took them from her and felt the wetness under my fingers, slick and gooey enough to tell me she was indeed physically ready. It seemed as though she was emotionally ready as well, so I scooted down and asked her to raise up so I could slide my pillow under her bottom to provide a better view for us.

Juli giggled and poked me, delighted that I was putting Kim-Ly totally on display, then scrambled down on the bed where she could see everything. Kim-Ly pulled up her knees and spread her legs, then began to massage her mons, pushing down on the top of her slit with the heel of her hand. It was a move I had seen Juli do, but that I hadn’t done myself in years. I understood, though, how the feeling could grow from it.

“Do you want a little starter help?” I asked, letting my fingers tickle the child’s nipple.

She nodded, and I licked my fingertip, wetting it, then slid it around in a circle and up and over the nipple, watching as it grew firmer, longer. The darkness of her little areolae and nipples was so attractive to me, riding atop the swollen half apples, soon to be young girl tits, and I felt strongly aroused again.

“Show us, Kim-Ly,” I whispered, “show us the inside of your beautiful pussy.”

Without hesitating she used both hands to pull her labia open, the brightness of her inner lips in contrast to the smooth skin tones of her tightly rolled outer lips. She held them open, and then the middle finger of one hand worked its way inside her vagina, just halfway, probing and feeling herself. Her other hand moved upwards, searching until she found the hot button clit at the top of her groove, and began to rub it, up and down, then in a circle, and then a faster circle.

“Lick your fingers,” Juli suggested, “or let me. It will feel even better that way.”

As Kim-Ly smiled and extended her hand, Juli leaned forward to lick the young girl’s fingers, then remained leaning forward, so very close to the spread pussy in front of her. We both watched the child play with herself, offering “mmmmm” and “good, just like that” comments to urge her on. I noticed Juli’s fingertips lightly caressing the inside of Kim-Ly’s thighs, and I continued my work on her nipples, one at a time. I kissed her neck and nuzzled her ear, then I raised my head again to watch.

It was such an amazingly erotic thing — to see such a beautiful young girl discovering herself, putting her masturbation on display for me, for both of us — that I couldn’t help but reach down and touch myself again, and was surprised to find my pussy not rubbed raw, but responsively sensitive, and I began to masturbate again as I lay alongside. Juli had moved to a kneeling position between Kim-Ly’s spread legs, and was openly fingering her own pussy again too. It was incredible to me that we both were ready so soon.

Moments passed, and Kim-Ly’s voice turned to mews and gurgle sounds as she brought herself closer and closer. She drew her knees up still higher, and bucked her hips in needy motions against her own hands. She slid the one small finger deeper inside herself, and I realized that she must have broken through with her earlier exploring and was ready for inside penetration. I added a third finger to my own wide-open woman cunt, and thrust against myself, trying to match the energy of these two youngsters.

When I heard Kim-Ly’s groans and cries grow louder and more urgent, I knew she was almost there, and I leaned in to suck on her nipple, tongue washing it, pulling it inside my mouth — and at that moment my own climax suddenly overwhelmed me. I heard Juli crying out as well, and with all the female sexuality surrounding her, our beautiful little Kim-Ly shot her pelvis upwards and wailed her orgasm to the ceiling.

I hugged the girl, squeezing her, and Juli crawled forward to join the warmth of our bodies as we tangled together, breathing hard, hands grasping to pull each other even closer.

“I never ever ever felt anything like that,” Kim-Ly said shakily. “I mean, it was like before, sort of, but you two were watching me so close, it was like magic.”

She leaned over to kiss me, her mouth open and wet, and I returned the kiss with tongue. I smiled inwardly at the powerful feelings these two young ones could generate within me, and obviously within themselves as well.

We lay together, cuddling and snuggling and finally turning so we were spooning each other… and one by one, we drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 11

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 5

  • Posted on April 22, 2017 at 5:11 pm

By Purple Les

I held Mary’s hand as we ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I had put on the stairway light. When we were in my room, I didn’t turn on any other light.

I told Mary to get in my bed under the covers with me and I would show her something real cool. Once we were in my bed, I lifted up the sheet and moved my fingers up and down it. Flashes of electricity seemed to come out of my fingers.

“Cool,” Mary said, “like a little lightning storm!”

“Yeah, I love to do that, it gets so dry from the cold that everything I touch around the house shocks me. I like the way it looks.”

We did that for a while, watching the sparks on the bed sheet, till the static electricity wore down. Then I turned on my bedside lamp.

We just lay there under the covers. Mary looked at the comic books and stuff on my headboard.

“Why do you have this old Boy Scout book, Katy?” Mary started to flip through it.

“I got it at a garage sale. It’s great! It has how to tie knots and track animals. There’s all kinds of cool things in it.”

“It’s old. Says here 1965. I bet most of it’s outdated.”

“I bet you it’s not. Knots and animal footprints never change.”

Mary didn’t say anything to that, just kept looking through the book. Then after a while she said, “When you said you’d show me something cool under the covers…” then she stopped.

“What?” I asked.

Mary laughed, “I thought for a second you were going to pull down your pants or something.” Mary was a half year older than me, making her ten already. Sometimes she thought that made her the mature one. Well maybe it did. Sometimes she talked almost like a grownup.

I rolled my eyes, “Oh?! I’d bet you’d like that, you perv.”

“Well, I saw how you were looking at my sister, so who’s the perv here?”

“How could I not look? You stripped her bare naked right in front of me.”

“So… did you like seeing her naked?”

“Um, well I guess I didn’t mind. Sorry, I just never saw a kid like her all naked. I kind of wish I had a little sister.”

“How come? They can be a pain sometimes.”

“Yeah, I guess, but I think it would be fun sometimes. That’s all. I mean you always have someone to play with.”

“Ha, you don’t fool me, Katy. You’d want a sister so you could take all her clothes off like I did with Lucy. I don’t blame you, though. It’s fun getting her naked whenever I want to.”

“You really do that? Get her naked when you want to?”

“Well I have to be careful we don’t get caught. Most times Mom and Dad send us up to our room from like six or seven till ten o’clock while they work downstairs in the restaurant. So I know they won’t bother us. They think we get ready for bed and that I do homework. But you can’t ever tell anyone this, Katy.”

“Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” Then I made an X over my chest with my finger and waited excitedly for whatever Mary was about to tell me. It seemed like it was going to be dirty. I hoped it would be anyway. “So what do you do?” I asked.

“Okay, we kiss, and stuff.”

“What kind of stuff? Tell me!”

Mary sighed. “You’re such a child, Katy. I told you too much already.”

“You didn’t tell me anything except you kiss Lucy. I want to know what else you do.”

“You are the perv,” she said, giggling.

I told Mary I hated her and punched her arm, but not hard.

“Oh! So that’s the way it is huh, perv?”  She laughed and started to tickle me. I begged her to stop. I am super ticklish.

“Please stop! Please!” I could barley talk I was laughing so hard.

“Okay, I’ll stop,” she said, still tickling me. “After you say you’re a big stupid perv.”

“I’m a big stupid perv! Stop!”

Mary stopped, but kept a hand near my ribs, “Now say, ‘I’m a perv who likes seeing girls naked.’ Come on! Say it or you’ll get more tickles.”

I was still catching my breath.

“Okay, just don’t tickle me no more, promise?”

“Say it.”

“Okay, ‘it’.”

“No the other thing, silly, or I swear I’ll tickle you till you wet your pants like that time last summer.”

I think she meant it too. I had wet my pants that time, but she didn’t mean for me to do that. It just happened ’cause I laughed so hard.

“Okay, I’m a perv, and well, I did like seeing your sister naked.”

Then we were quiet for awhile. I was thinking about seeing Mary undress her sister and wondered what went on in their bedroom. Mary was still thumbing through the Boy Scout book.

Mary started to laugh at something she saw in there and said, “No way!”

“What?”

“Listen to this, Katy! ‘If you are in a situation where the temperature drops dramatically and you are in danger of hypothermia..”

“What’s hypo-thermo?”

“Hypothermia, you moron! That’s where you freeze to death. Like here in your stupid bedroom,” she said before continuing her reading from the boy scout book. “Listen! ‘ ..in danger of hypothermia. The best way to keep warm with your partner is to..’” Mary gave me a look like listen to this you won’t believe it .

“Get this Katy, ‘..to keep warm with your partner is to put one of your sleeping bags inside the other. Then remove all clothing.’” Mary put a special emphasis on ‘remove all  clothing’ before continuing. “‘Stuff all your clothes between the two sleeping bags for insulation. Then get inside the inner sleeping bag together for body warmth. This should keep you warm till the weather changes or help arrives.’ Wow, can you imagine doing that? No wonder they always talk about guys rubbing two sticks together to start a fire.” She laughed at that, but I had no idea what she meant.

I said, “I guess so. I mean it would save your lives. I wonder if it really works.”

“Hey, Katy! Let’s try it! You want to?”

“Okay!”

We got out of my bed and ran downstairs. Mom was on the couch and Lucy had her head on Mom’s lap with a blanket over herself. Some Disney movie was on.

We grabbed Mary’s sleeping bag and ran back up stairs. “We’re doing a scientific experiment, Aunt Carol.”  Mary and Lucy call my Mom aunt even though she ain’t.

When we got to my room, we stuffed my sleeping bag inside Mary’s and put them on my bed.

Then we looked at each other. I was mostly thinking that I was finally going to see Mary naked. Mary is my height, 4’7″, and her hair is longer than mine and darker. In fact her hair is almost to her butt, and mine goes to the middle of my back. Also, Mary wears glasses with black rims. I like her eyes. They are a real dark brown. She not only looks smart, she is smart. At the restaurant she can take orders over the phone, and make change and do credit card charges. She helps me a lot with my studying for school, too. Anyway, I was sort of thinking about her and how I’d finally see her naked, and I could feel myself getting excited.

“Okay, we can keep on our stocking caps,” she said. We had put them on when we came upstairs ’cause it was so cold. “But I guess we should take everything else off.”

“Even our underpants?”

“The book says ‘remove ALL clothing’, so yeah, even our panties.”

I said okay and watched Mary take her sweater off. She was really going to undress. So I took off my sweater and watched to see if she was really going to undress more or was fooling me.

Then I watched her take off her long-sleeve purple  turtle neck shirt and her undershirt. Mary is a little heavier than me. She has a little tummy, and it looks like little boobs, but I wasn’t sure if they were real boobs or maybe just sort of baby fat. She didn’t wear a bra yet.

Now that she was topless I knew I liked them whatever they were. Her nipples were dark colored. They reminded of chocolate kisses.

While she stuffed her shirts between the sleeping bags, I took off my plaid flannel shirt, and my Super Girl undershirt. Mary took them from me and stuffed them in the sleeping bags with hers.

Then she undid her jeans and pulled them down. She had on blue cotton panties like I usually wear. I bet her Mom got them at the discount store, just like my Mom did. I bet almost every girl in town maybe had the same kind.

Mary pulled off her panties and stuffed them and her jeans between the sleeping bags. I could feel my heart beating real fast.

I was checking her out. I had really wanted to see her naked for, well, like forever. She didn’t have any hair down there either. Her pussy looked a little different than mine. More, I don’t know, more mature I guess. It looked a lot different than her little sister’s. Lucy’s pussy looked big on her, like she still had to grow into it or something.

Mary’s legs weren’t all skinny like mine either. They didn’t look as long but they were thicker, more shapely I guess.

When Mary stuck her pants and panties in the sleeping bags I got a good look at her behind. I didn’t think it was as nice as mine, but I thought it was real cute anyway, and would not have minded feeling it up. I guess I was kind of hoping that might happen since we were getting naked together and everything.

Mary stood there with her hands on her hips looking at me. She could see I was staring at her pussy.

“Come on, slow poke! It’s cold standing here naked.”

I undid my jeans and pulled them down. I had gotten some new panties from my Aunt Billie for Christmas, and I had never had any like them before.

The ones I had on were satin or something, they were real shiny and had ruffles on them. The ones I had on were bright red, and the other three that she had given me looked just like the ones I had on except they were blue, yellow, and green. I liked my regular panties better, but these were nice and warm.

“Wow, Katy! I like your sexy underpants,” Mary said as I handed her my jeans. I told her they were from my aunt.

“Okay, they look cute on you but take them off now. I’m freezing standing here.” Mary was right. We both had goosebumps all over our skin, and both of us had real hard nipples.

I pulled my panties down and off and I got a real good look at Mary’s pussy and butt as she got on the bed on all fours and stuffed the panties way down the sleeping bag. I even saw her butt hole. I liked that. Sammie’s butt hole had looked pink, but Mary’s looked like milk chocolate like her tits. I wasn’t sure about my Mom’s ’cause I had only seen her from far away under the Christmas tree lights.

Then Mary got inside the sleeping bag. She put her glasses on one of the shelves of my headboard. Well, she for sure got a real good look at my pussy as I squeezed in next to her since I had to move right by her face on my way into the sleeping bag.

We wiggled around and ended up back to back. Our bare butts were touching, and she rubbed hers on mine and said, “We’re dancing cheek to cheek.” Then she laughed. I didn’t get the joke. Mary says a lot of stuff I don’t understand. Most times I don’t ask her ’cause I don’t want her to think I’m even more stupid than she probably already thinks I am. I did like the way our behinds touching felt though.

Then she turned over so she was facing my back. Her hands touched me and I shrieked ’cause they were like ice.

“Sorry, Katy, I’m still freezing!”

“Well, um if you want to Mary, you can put your hands with mine between my thighs to warm them up.”

She did, “Oh my gosh, Mary, this is like having a snowman in bed!”

Her hands felt real cold at first, but then after we lay there awhile we started getting warm.

“Hey, Katy, um did you ever have another girl play with you down there? I have. It’s really fun.”

“Well it’s funny you asked, ’cause I did. Just this week for the first time.”

“Really!? That’s cool! Did you like it? Who was it?”

So I told Mary all about me and my cousin Sammie. Mary was very impressed we had played with each other. She has meet Sammie and thought she was cool, and liked that I had done it with a teenager.

“We did something else, too. Well I did, she didn’t get a chance to do it back to me, but she was going to.”

“What? Come on, Katy, please tell me! If you tell me, I’ll tell you who I play with, okay?”

“Okay, I licked my cousin’s pussy.”

Mary started to breathe kind of hard and her eyes opened wide as she stared at me.

“Wow! Cool! I’m not making this up just because you said you did that, but I’ve done that too. Um, I was thinking. If you want I could play with yours while I tell you who I do that with, okay?”

Well my best friend just offered to rub me off, while she told me a dirty secret. Except for having sex with my cousin, and seeing my cousin having sex with my Mom, this was the coolest thing ever to happen to me. So I said yes and tried to sound cool about it, but I don’t think I did.

Mary moved her hands out from between my legs. She put her right hand over my tits and then my tummy and moved up in the sleeping bag a little bit. She moved her hand down over my pussy. Her hand was very warm now. She bent her head down to my ear.

“You ever put your finger up inside yourself, Katy? Wow your thing is all sticky already!”

“Uh, yeah I do that sometimes. I guess I’m pretty horny. It gets that way when I am.”

Mary was moving a finger up and down my slit now. Then after doing that awhile, she put a finger inside my pussy real slow.

Then when her finger was in me. She moved her hand on my pussy, and her palm was against the bump at the top of my slit. She was moving her finger in me and her hand against me. It felt great.

“This is the way I do it to myself. Do you like it? I can do it different if you want.”

“No, I like it,” I said. “You can keep doing it just like you are. It feels real good.”  I liked that she was playing with mine just like she did her own.

“So, if you didn’t guess already the girl I rub with and lick is my sister.” I think I may have started moving myself against Mary’s hand when she said that. I had sort of guessed, but hearing her say it made me even hotter.

“I guess Lucy was four when I started to kiss her sexy like, when we were alone. She liked it. So we had lots of fun. She liked to watch me play with myself after we kissed. She started doing it too after watching me a few times, playing with herself I mean. Last summer we started playing with each other’s, and kissing while we did it sometimes too. She liked me kissing her thing, and once I got good at it, I taught her how to lick mine.”

Mary was rubbing me faster now, I was pressing my butt against her now too. I was thinking about Mary and Lucy naked together kissing and rubbing each other.

“What’s Lucy taste like?”

“Real good, like licking a candy bar but better.”

“Mary, I’m gonna come!”

She started to rub me faster and I was moving myself against her more, and then I had a real big come.

I felt so good and I started to relax, but Mary was still moving her finger in me and now her other hand was rubbing my butt. Then all of a sudden I had another come. It just happened without any warning at all, and it was even bigger than the first one. I pulled her hand off my pussy, and her finger came out of me like in slow motion. She moved her hand up and down my leg to wipe my goo off her.

“Wow, Katy! I wish we had done this years ago. I didn’t know you were so sexy. I didn’t think you would ever do anything like this.”

“Ever since we met in the first grade I wanted to see you naked. I never thought you’d do anything like this either.”

We laughed, but I think we were both really a little sad that we hadn’t messed around before this.

“You like the way I look?” she said. “I think you’re hotter. I love your ass.”

“I love the way you look,” I said.

“You want to rub mine now? Please.”

“Okay!”

We changed places so I was behind Mary and I could reach my right hand down to her pussy.

Mary was like my cousin though and she put her hand over mine till it was how she wanted it. Now it was like really hot in the sleeping bag. I stopped rubbing her pussy and said, “Would it be okay if I licked yours?”

Mary just laughed, “Yeah, sure. It’s okay if you want to.”

We got out of the sleeping bag but it was like going outside naked. We put the sleeping bag over us to stay warm, and I started to lick Mary.

It was cool to be seeing a pussy on a girl who was the same age as me almost. I mean I liked seeing Sammie’s pussy, and my Mom’s, but it was way cool to see one that was more like mine than a grownup’s.

I guess I took a long time just sort of looking at it and touching it a little ’cause Mary said, “Come on! Don’t wait all night. If you don’t want to lick it, you don’t have to, but at least come rub it some more if you don’t want to lick it.”

So I started the ABC’s on her. Well, I think by ‘G’ she had a real good come. In fact, I know she did ’cause she told me to stop. She didn’t want to kiss me afterward, either. I liked that Sammie kissed me after she came on my face, and I felt a little sorry that Mary didn’t want to.

We lay there till we started to get cold. She looked at my clock radio.

“Holy cow, Katy! It’s 10:45 already!” We got our clothes out from between the sleeping bags. We really liked looking at each other bare naked. But it was too cold, and we didn’t have time to stay that way.

We got dressed and took our sleeping bags downstairs and took turns in the bathroom before going in the living room.

Mom was watching the funny late-night guys, switching channels back and forth, and we didn’t see Lucy.

“I thought you two had fallen asleep hours ago. How did your experiment go?”

I said, “Real good,” and me and Mary couldn’t help but laugh.

Mom looked at us kind of funny and smiled. I wondered if she knew what we’d done in my bedroom. Then she said, “So did you two decide to sleep down here then?”

“Yes, Aunt Carol. Katy’s room is too cold for me, plus we can watch TV here in the living room.”

We were putting out our sleeping bags, and Mom said she would show us a trick with the bags if we wanted. We looked at each other and said okay.

Mom unzipped both our bags all the way then zipped them back up together so it was like one giant sleeping bag.

“There. Now if you girls want to you can sleep together.”

Me and Mary were both like “Cool” and we asked if we could sleep with all our clothes on. Mom didn’t know why we would want to, but she said it was okay.

We did take off our sweaters ’cause downstairs in the living room and in the sleeping bag we were pretty warm.

We had snacks and watched TV and  we saw the ball drop in Times Square in NYC. We all said, “Happy New Year!” and Mom gave us both a kiss. We asked if we could stay up and watch more TV till it was midnight here in Minnesota. Mom said we could on two conditions.

First, we had to be quiet. Mom had Lucy sleeping in her room and didn’t want us to wake her up.

The other condition was we had to stay in or on the sleeping bags, except to go to the bathroom.

We promised to be quiet and stay in the sleeping bag. Mom unplugged the Christmas tree lights and the manger lights, then handed me the TV remote.

She kissed me and Mary on the head and said, “One New Year’s is enough for me. Don’t forget to be quiet. Good night. See you next year.” She went to the bathroom then to her bedroom and shut the door.

We watched a local station and saw our New Year happen. We kissed again and wished each other Happy New Year.We watched some more TV, but we still didn’t feel sleepy.

“You think your mom’s asleep now?”

I listened, I could hear that snore sound Mom makes.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s asleep.”

“Does she sleep pretty sound?”

“Yeah, she’s hard to wake up.”

“Yeah, Lucy sleeps real sound too.”

“So?”

“So I was thinking we could kiss some more. If you feel like it.”

“I guess I do if you do.”

So we started kissing, and feeling each other’s behinds too.

We had kind of rolled back and forth on each other, and now I was lying on top of Mary. She put her hand up under my shirts and was feeling my bare back, and her other hand was sort of trying to get under my jeans, but it was over my panties.

After awhile I said to Mary, “Um, you want to get naked again?”

“Yeah! Get up on your knees, Katy.”

I did and Mary unbuttoned my shirt and took it off.

She had me lift my arms up and pulled my Super Girl t-shirt over my head and off. She took a long look at my chest and then played with my tiny hard nipples.

Mary moved in and kissed me. We French kissed and she moved one hand up and down my back and squeezed my butt with her other hand. I squeezed her butt too with both my hands.  Then she sat down while I stayed  there on my knees.

The only light was from the TV and a night light in the hall near the bathroom. Mary found a station on TV that was just a blank screen but all blue. She left it there and it made us look blue. We could see each other pretty good.

“Stand up and take off your pants,” Mary said.

I stood up. My zipper was already down, so I unbuttoned the top and pulled my jeans down and stepped out of them.

“Now take off your panties. Real slow.”

I put my fingers on the waistband and pulled them down till just my slit was still covered. I waited a couple seconds and then pushed them down to the top of my thighs. Then I let them fall around my ankles and stepped out of them. After that, I took off my socks too.

“Spread your legs apart more.”

I did. I liked the way Mary was telling me what to do for her. I liked that she liked looking at me naked. It was making me awful horny.

“Now turn your back to me. Keep your legs spread like that and touch your toes.”

I did. I could see Mary upside down now and she had her hand in her lap.

“Okay, you can stand up now.”

I did, and faced her with my legs still spread some.

Mary had her legs out straight on the sleeping bag and was sitting up sort of lying back some on her elbows.

“Now stand over me so your feet are on either side of my hips.”

I did, and her eyes were staring right at my pussy. I guess that must have been pretty close to how I saw Sammie’s pussy the night she stood over my face.

“Let me see you play with yourself now.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I couldn’t wait to rub myself. I was getting into it pretty fast. It felt so cool doing it in front of my best friend, like I had sometimes thought about doing but didn’t think would ever really happen. Yet here I was doing it for real now. I was in another world. A kind of place where I could do dirty things and it was okay ’cause my friend was thinking just like me.

“Okay! Stop! Now get down on your knees and take my shirts off.”

Mary raised her arms over her head. I took her glasses off and put them safe on the coffee table. Then I grabbed the bottom of her shirts and pulled them both off over her head. I started to feel her tiny boobies and nipples. I kissed her tits real gentle and when one tit was real wet I’d play with it while I kissed the other tit. I went back and forth like that a long time.

Mary lay down on her back. “Take the rest of my clothes off now.”

I moved down so my knees were on the outside of her knees, and I undid her jeans. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and panties and she lifted her hips so I could yank them down some. They were off her butt now though they still covered her front.

She was so pretty. I gave another hard yank and they came down to the middle of her thighs. Now I could see her pussy real good. It looked a lot like mine, except it looked sort of like someone had chewed bubble gum and then put it on her pussy, but it was her pussy, not gum. I could see it was shiny and of course everything looked mostly blue.

I pulled her jeans and panties off the rest of the way, and then her socks. We were both bare naked now.

“This is cool, Katy. We haven’t seen each other naked since last year.” Then Mary laughed, and I did too.

“Turn over Mary, I want to see your behind.”

She did.

“If you want to feel my behind up, it’s okay,” she said.

I did, and I kissed it all over too. Then she turned over on her back again.

“Now what?” she asked.

I lay down on top of her and we kissed more. She felt my bare ass up. We lay on our sides kissing, and we started rubbing our pussies on each other’s thighs and grabbing each other’s ass.

We started to play with each other. Our fingers exploring each other’s pussy. It was the coolest feeling. Like playing with yourself, but not. I loved touching her inside, and her finger in me was so good.

“Katy, I want to see you do it. Let’s watch each other, okay? Please?!”

“Okay.”

We both got on our knees kind of sitting back with our butts on the heels of our feet and our legs spread. We watched each other masturbate.

I came first but Mary was just a couple seconds behind me. We got inside the sleeping bag and just held each other for a real long time.

We took turns going to the bathroom. I went first. When Mary came back her hands and feet were cold, ’cause we both stayed naked.

I turned off the TV, and we snuggled together holding hands and fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 6