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Helping Me Relax

  • Posted on May 31, 2017 at 3:49 pm

After a long, stressful day at work, it’s so nice to come home and have my daughter help me relax…

 

Susie’s Diary, Chapter 8

  • Posted on May 30, 2017 at 1:57 pm

By JetBoy

 

 

Wednesday 12th February, 1966

Mommy is gonna give me a ride to school today. So I have a little time to write before we leave.

I wanted to dress sexy for when Mommy and me to go see Aunt Evie after school. There’s this dress I have that’s really REALLY short that I picked out, but Mommy said its too little for me to wear to school, cause then someone might see my underpants.

But she came up with a good idea! When she comes to pick me up Mommy will bring the dress with her. Then we can stop at a filling station on the way to Aunt Edie’s place and I can change in the rest room.

Wow, I bet I wont be able to pay any atention in school! All I can think about is Mommy and Aunt Edie and me making love. Its hard to me to even sit still, and my

Mommy’s calling me! I have to go.

*****

Oh my goodness, what a AMAZING time we had today! It was even better than I hoped. Mommy gave me permission to stay up for one hour more so I could write about all of it.

Nothing much at all happened at school. Claire didnt even show up today, so I bet her mom and dad got her to stay home for when her grandma gets there. I missed her but I was thinking so much about going over to see Aunt Evie that I couldnt be too upset. Anyhow she will probably be back tomorrow.

The only bad thing to happen was Mrs Vollmann (we call her Mrs Mole Man, cause she’s short and fat and has squinty eyes and looks like she lives under ground), she gave us extra homework cause Jenny Kyser and Gladys Nelson were passing notes while she was talking. NO FAIR! But Mommy helped me some with it later, so that was OK.

Mommy came in the car to pick me up after school so we could go right to Aunt Evie’s place. We stopped at the Esso station, and I took my dress into the rest room and got changed. I made sure to wear my pretty new panties today cause I wanted to let Aunt Evie look up my skirt and see them before I took my clothes off for her. I told Mommy that, cause she gave me the idea when she said my dress was too short to wear to school. She laughed and called me a little minx. I asked her what that means, and she told me to look it up later.

(Mommy always wants me to use the dictionary for words I dont know. I just looked up minx and it says, An alluring, cunning, or boldly flirtatious girl or young woman. THEN I had to look up alluring, cause that always happens when you use the dictionary, darn it. THAT word means, Powerfully and mysteriously attractive or fascinating; seductive. I like that!)

All the way to Aunt Evie’s, I wanted to touch Mommy and kiss her, even if I know we cant do stuff like that when we are out where other people can see. But I still felt the wanting to inside me.

So instead I talked to Mommy and was telling her how much I love it when we make love. I could tell she liked me saying that, so I told her more. I talked about how beautiful she is with all her clothes off, and how good it is when I touch her all over. Her cheeks were getting pink and she was sqeezing her legs together when I said those things, so I knew she was getting super excited!

That made me want to be extra naughty and make Mommy feel really wet and hot in her panties, like I get when I have sexy feelings. So I started saying how much I loved her nipples, the way they get so big in my mouth when I suck them. Then I talked about licking her pussy and how yummy it tastes.

She made me quit then. She said, Baby girl, you will make me crash the car if you dont stop! I got quiet, but Mommy smiled at me and put her hand on my leg and said that I can talk dirty to her some other time cause she really likes it a lot, only not when she is driving.

I asked Mommy, But how come saying things about making love is dirty talk? I thought that was about saying bad words like crap and shit, and mean names like asshole that hurt peoples feelings.

She said I was right, but that talking about sex is dirty too, only not the same way. Its not a bad kind of dirty, cause your not doing it to be mean. She told me sexy talk can be fun to do when you make love. I wanted to know more, but then we were there at Evie’s.

(I have to remember not to write AUNT Evie in here so much, cause she just wants me to call her by her first name and I keep forgetting.)

We got out of the car, and I RAN to her door and pushed the bell.

When Evie came to the door I just stared at her. I know its rude to do that, but she looked so good I just had to! She had on this pretty blue nightgown with orange flowers all over, open enough that I could tell she didnt have anything on under it!

Mom laughed at me, standing there so silly with my mouth open like a fish. She smiled at Evie and said, Hi, baby sister. Dressed for company, I see.

Evie just smiled back at me and said, Special company, anyhow.

The way she said that, her voice made me feel all warm inside. She took my hand and led me in like I was a little kid. But I didnt care. I was busy thinking about her all naked and soft under that blue nightgown.

When we got to the living room, she asked if we wanted some thing to drink. Mommy wanted tea, so Evie put on some water to boil. All I cared about was going to the bedroom and making love right then! But its always important to show good manners, so I asked for a coke.

I had to sit and wait while Mommy and Evie drank their tea and talked about family stuff, like the man who lives next door to Grandma and Grandad being in the hospital cause he fell and broke his hip, and Uncle Woodrow having probelms with his car. I was getting kind of bored, and then I remembered about wanting to let Evie see my panties.

She was sitting across from me in a chair, and I was on the sofa. I had to turn a little bit, then I moved my legs apart, doing it nice and slow. Our health teacher Mrs Parslow always tells up not to slouch when we sit, but I did it now, moving my bottom close to the front of the sofa. I wanted Aunt Evie to get a good look!

When she saw, her eyes went REALLY wide, and she stopped talking right in the middle of what she was saying. Then Aunt Evie looked up at me and smiled, and licked her lips. She turned to Mommy and said, Your little girl is being naughty, Sophie.

Mommy said, Why, what on earth is she doing? But I could tell that Mommy knew!

Evie said, She is acting like a little tramp, showing off her underpants.

Mommy said, Susie! Only bad girls do things like that!

They both were frowning at me like I was in big trouble, but it was all pretend. My heart was beating hard, cause I didnt know for sure what was going to happen. I knew what I WANTED to happen!

Evie stood up and moved over to where I was sitting and said, I think we need to punish Susie for being so bad. Then when she got real close, she all of a sudden bent down and slid her hand up under my skirt!

I guess that it was MY turn to have big wide eyes. Evie had her hand right on my pussy, and I was sure that she could feel how wet my panties were. Her nightgown was all the way open, and I could see all of her. Just like I thought, she was bare naked under it.

Mommy said, Lets take her to your room. We have to show her what happens to naughty girls.

I was so excited! Evie was on one side of me and Mommy on the other side, taking me down the hall to the bedroom. When we got there they brought me to the bed and put me on it, laying in the middle. Mommy took off her shoes and then her dress, so now all she had on was a slip. Then she and Evie layed down on each side of me.

Mommy turned my face to hers and she whispered, Do you know what we do to bad little girls, Susie? All I could do was shake my head, I was shaking too much inside to say even a word. She kissed me hard, and her tongue pushed into my mouth.

Me and Mommy kissed for a long time, then she moved away and I was looking at Evie. She said, Wicked child, and kissed me the same way.

Then they were touching me, all over, and kissing my mouth and face and neck, and taking off my clothes all at the same time, but doing it really slow. I didnt care, cause every bit of it felt so good. My new panties were so wet that I bet you could have ringed them out like a wash cloth.

It was so nice that I thought, If this is what you get for being a bad little girl, then I want to be bad ALL the time. I know you are not sposed to behave like that, but Mommy makes being naughty lots of fun!

I wanted to reach inside Evie’s nightie and touch her, but she stopped me. She said, Just lay there and dont move, little girl. You have to be still and let us have our way with you. I did what she said, but I was thinking how I would be mad if Evie and Mommy didnt let me make love to them too.

It took a little while but they finaly got my dress and underwear off and I was naked. That was when they REALLY started doing sexy things to me!

Mommy and Evie were both touching between my legs. There was a finger inside me and a hand rubbing all over the outside of my pussy, I didnt know who was doing what. But they were using their other hands to touch me too, feeling my titties and my tummy and legs and everywhere! Giving me kisses too, not just on my mouth but all over.

I wanted to come so bad, more than any thing in the whole world! But every time I got close to it, Mommy and Evie would change what they were doing to me so I couldnt come after all. It was like when I was a kid on the playground, and we would try to climb up the slide instead of sliding down on it. You move up some, but then you slip down some too and it takes a lot longer than you think.

I think maybe that they were waiting for me to beg to get to come. I kind of wanted to, but also didnt want to. I felt like asking Pretty Please was what a little girl would do, and I did NOT like that idea, not at all!

Any how I never had to beg, cause just when I was almost so crazy I was about to scream, Evie or maybe Mommy gave my clit a little pull or something. And I came so hard, it was the best EVER. Mommy told me on the way back home that I was shaking all over like I got scared really bad. She said that I yelled a lot too, but I dont remember doing that.

When I was back to being me again, I was embarrased cause I was crying, like a big baby. I didnt know why something that was so good did that to me. Maybe I was too full of big feelings. But Evie and Mommy were giving me hugs and tickly kisses and whispering nice things, so soon I was smiling again.

I was really tired, but I wanted so bad to make love to them that I sat up and said, My turn, my turn!

Mommy and Evie laughed, then Mommy layed back and said, Here I am, sweet Susie. All for you. Evie said, Any thing you want us to do for you, sweety. Just tell us what it is.

That was SO exciting, my mom and my aunt letting me be in charge of us making love!

The first thing was, I told them to kiss each other with tongues while I licked their pussies. I went from one to the other to lick until I got a great idea and started rubbing Evie with my hand while I used my mouth on Mommy. Then after a while I did it the other way and licked Evie.

They both tasted different but really good. And I loved how their tastes came together and made a yummy NEW flavor in my mouth, after I licked them both a couple more times! Their pussys were juicy too. My face was getting so wet that it was dripping from my nose and my chin.

Mommy started moaning and asking me to lick her clit and make her come, so I did. I wanted for Evie to come at the same time so I played with her clit, gentle like Mommy showed me how to. Evie kind of jerked a few times so maybe I touched her too hard, but she didnt say if I did.

It was hard to see very much while I was licking, but I could tell Mommy and Evie were still kissing and feeling each others titties and maybe other parts, too. I liked to hear the wet sounds their lips and tongues made while they kissed.

Then Evie was going, Oh oh oh oh oh! She was coming!

I wanted Mommy to come at the same time so I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it. She must have been close to it, cause she was shaking all over, these loud sounds coming out of her that probably would have scared me silly if I didnt know why.

It felt so wonderful, making Mommy and Evie come together at the same time! I kept licking and touching them till Mommy pushed my face away, saying she couldnt stand any more. So I moved over to Evie fast and started sucking on HER clit, but touching her pussy too. She was being even louder than before, and that was pretty loud! But soon she made me stop too when the good feelings got too big.

My pussy was wet and hot, and I was ready to be made love to some more. I knew Mommy and Evie had to rest though, so I just crawled up the bed and layed down between them.

They took me in their arms and hugged and kissed me. Their bodies were all hot and sweaty and felt really good. After that we did all kinds of sex stuff for a while.

I found out making love with two people is very different from doing it with just one. There are more things going on at the same time and you kind of get all mixed up in your head, about who is doing what to who. I wonder what it would be like to make love with three women, or even four?

The part that was most exciting, was when Mommy was on her hands and knees, and I was fingering her pussy while she was licking Evie. I had three of my fingers inside Mommy, pushing them in and out the way she likes, fast and hard. Then she looked back and said, Put your whole hand in, baby girl.

I told her I was afraid of hurting her, but she said not to worry cause after all I was born from her vagina, and a baby is a lot bigger than my hand. I just needed to go slow at first.

So I put my fingers and thumb together so they were kind of pointy and pushed them into Mommy’s pussy, doing it slow like she said. I was still a bit afraid when she really started to stretch open, but she just said, Keep going, dont stop!

I was pushing so hard that it suprised me when my hand went all the way into Mommy, just like that! She made a loud sound that wasnt like anything I ever heard before, but some how I knew I didnt hurt her.

Evie was watching us and touching her pussy and saying stuff like, Oh God that is amazing, its so hot, so sexy.

I didnt know what to do with my hand, then Mommy told me to make it into a fist and then move it around inside her. Back and forth like a man’s thing.

When I began doing that, Mommy went completeley nuts. She was making those loud sounds again and shoving her bottom back at me, like she wanted my hand to go even deeper.

Then came the biggest suprise of all. Mommy started talking dirty. REALLY dirty.

She was saying, Fuck me Susie. Fuck your Mommy. Fuck my cunt with your hand! Oh baby girl, you feel so good in my cunt. So fucking good!

I never heard Mommy use swears before! And those are some of the worst swears of all, words you arent EVER sposed to use. Even now I feel kinda wierd inside, looking at those words where I just wrote them.

So when she was saying those things I felt my face get really hot. I guess that was dumb of me, but it was a big shock to hear Mommy talk like the really bad kids at school do!

Then I remembered what me and her talked about in the car, all about how good dirty talk can be when you make love. And then I knew Mommy was teaching me more about sex.

I started to give Mommy what she wanted, moving my hand around even more. I was still too embarrased to say those words out loud, but I was thinking, I am fucking Mommy. This is how I fuck Mommys cunt. It made me more excited than I was, which was plenty!

Then Mommy started to come, and it was so big that she was moving the whole bed and making the head board hit the wall. I think she wanted to keep talking dirty but was coming too much to say words. All she did was make noise. It sounded like she was having a good time any how. Not hurting at all.

Then Evie was also coming, she was rubbing like crazy between her legs.

Mommy’s body slowed down and she wasnt pushing back at me any more, but her pussy was squeezing my hand so hard it almost hurt. I didnt take it out though. I wanted to keep making her feel good. I looked down at where my hand was inside her and I saw something I didnt notice before, that her bottom hole was spread wide open, and it gave me a idea.

I bent down and licked Mommy there, inside her bottom. This big SHAKE went through her like she got a electric shock. That made my hand do a big move inside her pussy. And then she was coming again! So I licked her bottom even more, sliding my tongue up and down in between.

It didnt last so long this time, and when Mommy was finished coming she was pretty much wiped out! She sort of fell over on her side really slow and was laying there breathing deep. Her body was all sweaty, and I thought it would be nice to lick it off her.

Before I could do that, Evie sat down by me to give me a big juicy kiss. She showed me her fingers, which were still wet from her pussy. She rubbed them on my mouth like she was putting lipstick on me, and then kissed me again.

I love kissing Aunt Evie, so we did it for a long time. She sucks on my tongue in this way that makes my heart beat really fast. It got me excited and we started making love again.

Mommy was watching us and smiling, when Evie pushed me down on my back and got between my legs to lick my pussy. Then Mommy was kissing me and touching my nipples. Even though I was sure I could not come even one more time, some how they helped me to do it. I think that I fainted, for a little while any how.

After that we all got under the sheets and rested. I love doing sex stuff with my Mom and my Aunt, but maybe the nicest part of it was snuggling with them both all warm and soft and naked, giving soft kisses and saying how much we love each other.

I hope I get to do it with them both again REALLY soon. And next time me and Mommy make love I’m gonna use those dirty words. It makes me all warm inside to think of saying to her, Let me fuck you, Mommy.

Oops, I just looked at the clock, and I used up all of that extra hour Mommy let me stay up, and some more besides that! Time to turn the light out.

Continue on to Chapter 9

A Girl Named Charlie, Chapter 7

  • Posted on May 29, 2017 at 3:17 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Over the next few days, Lisa was busy getting everything ready for the big visit from the social worker. First she made appointments with her doctor and with her dentist for Charlie. Then she contacted the school in their area and explained Charlie’s situation. Due to the amount of time she had missed, and because it was nearly the end of the current term anyway, the school proposed that Charlie should wait and repeat the grade in the fall. Lisa didn’t like the idea of her being a year behind, but she knew they were right, and it was in Charlie’s best interest, so she agreed. Finally, she hired an interior decorator who under Charlie’s close supervision remade her room into one fit for a princess.

When the following Monday morning rolled around, Lisa and Charlie went in to the office. Marcy was already at her desk when they arrived. “Good morning, Lisa,” she said with a smile. “Welcome back.”

“Good morning, I’d like you to meet Charlie,” Lisa replied, noticing the puzzled expression on Marcy’s face.

“Hello!” said Charlie with a bubbly voice. The girl was beaming and looking excitedly around at everything. Charlie had been rendered nearly speechless when Lisa told her, as they approached the beautiful glass and steel skyscraper, that she not only worked on the top floor but owned the whole building.

Marcy held out her hand. “Hello, Charlie. It’s very nice meeting you. That’s such a cute pink dress you have on.”

“Thank you, Marcy. Lisa’s told me a lot about you.”

“Wish I could say the same,” Marcy said flatly, looking up at her friend.

Lisa grinned, shaking her head. “Sorry, hon. It’s just been a whirlwind week. Tell you what, come into my office and bring me up to speed on what’s been going on around here, and I’ll tell you all about Charlie too.”

“Deal,” Marcy answered. “I’ll bring you a coffee. Charlie, would you like anything?”

“No, thanks,” said the girl.

As Lisa opened the door to her office, Charlie stepped quickly inside, then ran over to the huge windows overlooking the harbor. She pressed her hands and face to the glass leaving smudge marks behind.

“Wow! I’ve never been this high up before!” she exclaimed. “All the cars and people look so tiny.”

Lisa smiled at her childish enthusiasm.

Charlie came back over toward Lisa’s desk. “Who’s that man?” she asked, pointing to a portrait on the wall behind it.

“That’s my father. This was his company, and it became mine after he died. It was originally founded by his father a long time ago,” Lisa explained just as Marcy walked through the door carrying a big stack of folders and a steaming mug of coffee. She handed the coffee to Lisa then placed the heavy pile on the desk.

“Good lord, Marcy. I wasn’t gone all that long, was I?”

“Some of us actually work, you know,” Marcy said with a smirk. She provided Lisa with a quick summary of the material she’d brought in, then changed the subject. “So, tell me about your beautiful little friend here. You didn’t steal her from someone, did you?”

“What is it with people thinking I go around kidnapping children? Good heavens!” Lisa chuckled.

She and Marcy sat down on the sofa while Charlie continued exploring, soon leaving the office to wander around the rest of the floor. Over the next several minutes, Lisa brought Marcy up to date on all that had happened.

“That is just so beautiful, so sweet,” Marcy said, trying not to cry as Lisa finished telling the long story. “Holly and Ivy are going to love meeting her.”

“I have no doubt they’ll get along great,” said Lisa.

“How old is Charlie?”

“She’ll be 12 in a couple of months.”

“Oh, then she’s only a few months older than my girls. That’s perfect,” said Marcy. “We should make plans for them to get together.”

“Well, we’re coming over next Sunday for Easter dinner,” Lisa said. She patted Marcy’s knee, then got up and walked to her desk, ready to start in on her pile of work.

“Yes, but there’s no need for them to wait that long,” said Marcy as she headed for the office door. “How about a play date on Wednesday after dinner?”

Lisa cocked her head and laughed. “I don’t think 11-year-olds have play dates.”

“All right, it’s Wednesday evening at 7:00 then,” Marcy said with a wink, ignoring the other comment as she left the office.

Lisa shook her head, smiling, and grabbed the folder on the top of the stack.

**********

They pulled into the driveway of Marcy’s bungalow. No sooner had Lisa put the car in park than Charlie was already out the door and halfway up the walk.

Lisa laughed out loud. Charlie had been a bundle of energy all day, super anxious to meet Holly and Ivy. Her excitement had actually started Monday afternoon on their drive home when Lisa told Charlie about the plans. She’d pestered her with endless questions about the twins. What did they look like? How old were they? What music did they like? What kind of things were they into? Lisa just answered as best she could.

She followed Charlie up the walk and pushed the doorbell. The door opened, and a smiling Marcy greeted them.

“Come in, come in,” she said, holding open the door. “I’m so glad you’re here. These two have been driving me nuts with their incessant questions.” Marcy nodded toward the twins, who were standing just a few feet away.

Holly and Ivy were literally vibrating with eager energy, broad smiles on their faces. The two beautiful girls were identical, naturally, except for their hair. Holly’s was long and blonde and straight, while Ivy’s raven black hair hung in wavy curls just above her shoulders.

Lisa and Charlie stepped inside, and Marcy closed the door.

“Hi, girls,” Lisa said.

“Hi, Auntie Lisa,” the twins answered in unison.

“Girls, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is Holly,” Lisa said, indicating the blonde child, “and this is Ivy.”

“Hi,” said the girls.

“Hi,” Charlie squeaked.

“Okay, why don’t you two take Charlie to your room or down to the family room and get to know each other,” Marcy suggested.

Charlie kicked off her shoes as Ivy waved her over to them. She followed the twins, and they disappeared down the hall, already giggling.

Marcy and Lisa went into the living room. “Coffee?” Marcy asked, as she headed toward the kitchen.

“Please,” nodded Lisa. She sat down on the sofa.

Marcy returned after a minute and handed Lisa a cup of coffee, then took a seat in an armchair.

“You mentioned yesterday,” Marcy immediately began, “that you wanted to find a nanny for Charlie, someone to take care of her after school while you’re at work. I talked with Janice about it, and she would be happy to watch Charlie as well as Holly and Ivy.”

Lisa sipped her coffee and thought for a moment.

Janice had been hired by Lisa shortly after the twins were born, and she’d taken care of them ever since Marcy returned to work full-time. She knew that Marcy trusted Janice completely. Lisa had met her on numerous occasions over the years, knew Janice fairly well, and she too felt she could trust her.

“You’re sure she wouldn’t mind having another little girl to look after?”

Marcy shook her head. “Janice won’t mind a bit. She loves taking care of kids.”

“All right, that would be great. Thank you. I’ll pay her, of course.”

“Good, then it’s all settled. I’ll let her know tomorrow,” Marcy smiled.

The two friends sat and chatted away the evening while Charlie and the twins occupied themselves with the usual things preteen girls do.

**********

When the day arrived for the social worker’s visit, Lisa and Charlie both were bundles of nerves. The whole process, however, lasted less than an hour, and the social worker, an older woman who’d been on the job more than 30 years, assured them that in Charlie’s case the interview was just a formality. All the relevant boxes already had been ticked.

Friday night, a week and a half later, Sheryl showed up at the front door looking very lawyer-like once again, except for the fact that she was sporting lime green hair. Charlie answered the doorbell and saw that Sheryl was carrying her portfolio along with a large bottle of wine. A big grin was on her face.

“Hi, sweetie!” Sheryl loudly exclaimed, giving Charlie a hug the best she could with her hands so full.

“Sheryl!” Charlie squealed as she hugged back.

“Going to be one of those nights, is it?” Lisa smiled, spying the bottle of wine as she came around the corner to greet her friend.

“That is within the realm of possibilities. But this bottle, my dear ladies, is for celebrating.” Giving the wine to Lisa, Sheryl kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat. Then she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out another smaller bottle with 7-UP stenciled on the side. She handed it to Charlie. “This one’s for you to celebrate with, honey.”

They all walked into the kitchen, and Lisa took three wine glasses from the cupboard. Two were large and had been used many times by the women. The third was a smaller version. Sheryl opened and poured the wine while Lisa filled the smaller glass with some of Charlie’s pop.

“Okay, then. What are we celebrating?” Lisa asked.

Sheryl pulled a document from her portfolio and set it on the counter. “Sign and initial each page where indicated, and your guardianship will be permanent. Charlie will never have to leave your side.” She raised her glass in a toast.

Lisa and Charlie looked at each other, and then at Sheryl. After they each took a quick swallow, Lisa and Charlie set their glasses down and together wrapped their arms around Sheryl, hugging her tightly.

“It’s okay, Lisa,” Charlie said with a giggle. “You can kiss her now.” And Lisa did, as Charlie watched them happily.

Lisa grabbed her glass and the wine bottle, and was about to lead them into the living room when Sheryl stopped her.

“Not so fast, you lush,” the lawyer quipped. “Sign first, party second.”

“Now if that’s not the pot calling the kettle black,” Lisa laughed.

She picked up the pen Sheryl had just placed on the counter. When all the signing and initialing was done, Sheryl put the document back into her portfolio where it would be safe, and the three headed into the living room to celebrate.

Lisa and Charlie sat on the sofa while Sheryl took the armchair. They drank and laughed and talked, mostly about adult stuff but they did try to include Charlie in on the conversation from time to time.

After a while, Charlie leaned over, whispering something to Lisa. Sheryl watched as her friend slowly turned her head and looked closely at Charlie. Lisa’s expression appeared to be one of mild surprise.

“Are you sure?” she asked softly.

The little girl nodded and jumped up off the sofa. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed now,” she announced, not looking the least bit sleepy.

Charlie gave Lisa a nice long goodnight kiss, then went over to Sheryl. This time she didn’t wait for an invitation. She plopped right down on her lap and wrapped her arms around the woman, pressing their cheeks together.

“Thank you so much,” Charlie whispered in her ear. Pulling back, she looked into Sheryl’s eyes for a moment, then gave her a big kiss on the lips before getting up again.

“G’night,” Charlie breezily waved to them as she headed off to bed.

The women sat in silence for a few moments.

“What was that all about?” Sheryl finally asked.

Lisa smiled and put her wine glass down on the table. She patted the cushion beside her, leering at Sheryl with bedroom eyes. Sheryl put her own glass down, then made her way over to Lisa and sat next to her.

After gazing at Sheryl for several seconds, then reaching up to stroke her hair, Lisa leaned in and kissed the woman’s bottom lip, gently pulling on it with her teeth. “Charlie gave me permission to fuck your brains out. Her words,” she cooed.

“Oh, she did, did she?” Sheryl replied with a surprised chuckle. “Well, then I guess we shouldn’t disappoint her.” She grabbed Lisa’s head and mashed their mouths together.

Her eyes closed in the kiss, Lisa pulled blindly at Sheryl’s blouse, tugging it from the waistband of her slacks. She fumbled with the buttons until the blouse was open. Sheryl continued to hold Lisa’s head with both hands, her tongue dancing around her lips and in her mouth. Lisa pushed Sheryl’s bra up, exposing her breasts, then grabbed each hard nipple, pinching and pulling at them. Sheryl let out a slow deep growl as she broke their kiss.

Taking Lisa by the shoulders, Sheryl stood up momentarily while at the same time pushing the other woman onto her back on the sofa. Lisa yelped in surprise as Sheryl fell upon her, biting at her ears. Sheryl aggressively kissed and sucked her neck and throat. Her hands roughly groped Lisa’s tits through her shirt. Then she stood again, wiping her mouth.

“Get naked,” Sheryl ordered as she hurriedly began removing her own clothes.

Lisa silently but eagerly obeyed. Shirt, pants, and undergarments from both women were discarded with reckless abandon around the living room. Once Lisa was naked, Sheryl was on her like a predator on its prey. Lisa moaned as her breasts were squeezed and her nipples were assaulted with bites and pinches. Her lover was in one of those rare moods, and Lisa knew she would probably be sore in the morning. She was going to be Sheryl’s personal plaything tonight, like it or not. Luckily she did.

Sheryl took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it as she pushed a finger deep into Lisa’s core. Lisa cried out at the shock of the sudden intrusion.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sheryl asked in a dominant tone.

“Yes, mistress,” Lisa whined as Sheryl continued to rub and finger her pussy. Lisa’s hips bucked and rolled with the onslaught. A wave of pleasure and pain raced through her body.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Sheryl asked.

“Uh-huh,” Lisa murmured, biting her lip. She could feel herself getting close very quickly, but then — “Nooo!” Lisa pleaded when Sheryl pulled her finger out of her now soaked pussy.

Sheryl put the finger in Lisa’s mouth, letting her taste her own juices. Then she crawled forward on the sofa and straddled Lisa, a knee on either side of her rib cage.

“Play with my clit,” she ordered. Sheryl had a large pink clit that protruded from between thick pussy lips, gleaming with moisture.

Lisa put her thumb over it and began to rub in a circular motion. “Fuck, yes! Rub it!” Sheryl moaned as she reached back to play with Lisa’s throbbing clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, make me come,” Lisa pleaded.

“Don’t be such a greedy bitch,” Sheryl growled. “You haven’t made me come yet.”

Lisa looked up at her friend and saw pure animalistic lust in her eyes. Lisa didn’t mind when Sheryl would let out her aggressive dominatrix persona, but she was glad it was a fairly rare event.

She redoubled her efforts on Sheryl’s clit, stroking, squeezing, pulling, even slapping at it. Soon Sheryl was rocking her hips and moaning loudly as she continued to rub and finger Lisa’s pussy. It wasn’t long until both women had enjoyed their first orgasms of the night. That wouldn’t be their last.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Lisa suggested a few minutes later. They were lying naked on the sofa, with Sheryl on top, both breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

All the way in the two lovers hungrily kissed and pawed at one another, banging into walls as they went. They fell through the door into the bedroom, somehow keeping their feet. Lisa managed to break away from Sheryl long enough to shut the door. She turned on the bedside lamp, then flopped down on the bed.

Sheryl went to a tall oak bureau and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a blue vibrator and a black strap-on. Lisa smiled and reached into the drawer of her nightstand where she found a bottle of lube.

As she lay down beside Lisa, Sheryl handed the vibrator to her. “Do me first,” she requested. Her inner animal seemed to have calmed a bit.

Lisa took the vibrator, but set it aside for the moment. She rolled over on top of Sheryl and brought their lips together. Lisa kissed her lover’s mouth for a few minutes, thoroughly exploring with her tongue before sliding down to take one of Sheryl’s large erect nipples between her lips. She sucked hard on it, flicking it with her tongue as Sheryl purred with pleasure.

Slowly she kissed and licked her way down Sheryl’s body, stopping to admire her chiseled six-pack. Then she moved on to the nicely trimmed patch of bright green pubic hair. Lisa smiled at the sight of it, then took Sheryl’s engorged clit into her mouth, sucking on it as she had her nipple.

“Yes,” Sheryl hissed. “Suck my pussy. Fuck my cunt!”

Lisa did, shoving two fingers deep inside Sheryl, sliding them in and out, loving how hot and slippery she felt.

“Goddamn it, yes!” the woman groaned, panting and writhing on the bed.

And then, just when she thought Sheryl was nearing the edge, Lisa stopped.

“Ohh fuck no! Please don’t stop,” Sheryl begged.

Lisa giggled. “Who’s the greedy bitch now?”

Then she picked up the vibrator and the bottle of lube. Sheryl was so wet that the lube wasn’t really necessary, but Lisa rubbed some on the toy anyway, then turned it on to its lowest setting. With its hum filling the air, Lisa touched the tip to Sheryl’s throbbing clit. Sheryl jerked her hips and moaned loudly.

Lisa continued to stimulate her clit for a while, then slid the toy down toward her opening and slowly pushed it in. Sheryl shuddered heavily. As Lisa began to fuck her friend with the buzzing toy, Sheryl grabbed and pinched her own nipples. She moaned even louder when Lisa increased the setting on the toy. The sounds of the vibrator changed in pitch and volume as Lisa plunged it in and out of Sheryl’s core.

“Fuck, yes, Lisa! Don’t stop – yes – yes –  I  —  I’m coming!”

Sheryl clawed at the sheets, howling in pleasure. She cried out, almost screaming, and then thrust her hips into the air. Sheryl’s cum splashed onto Lisa’s chest as the vibrator slipped from her pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Lisa exclaimed, more from the suddenness of it than from the fact that Sheryl had squirted on her.

Sheryl’s chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Holy… fuck… is right…” she said between gasps.

Lisa lay down beside her friend and nibbled on an ear as she waited for her to collect herself.

After a minute or so, Sheryl rolled onto her side facing Lisa. She kissed her very softly on the lips. It seemed the tiger was now a kitten. Sheryl cupped one of Lisa’s breasts and gently squeezed and fondled the nipple before she took it into her mouth. Lisa moaned in response.

Sheryl played her tongue over the nipple as her hand found its way to Lisa’s pussy. Her fingers easily moved through the slick folds and into her core. Lisa pushed her hips up to greet Sheryl’s fingers as they found their way to her clit.

“You are so fucking wet,” Sheryl purred.

Lisa just grunted.

Sheryl kissed her way down Lisa’s belly. Spreading her labia with her thumbs and pressing her mouth inside, Sheryl lovingly explored Lisa’s furrow, savoring all the smells and tastes and textures she adored, causing Lisa to whimper when she began to plunge her stiffened tongue in and out of her juicy vagina. Then, very slowly, kissing and licking as she went, she worked her way back up to Lisa’s clit. After nuzzling it with her nose, then sucking on it for a few moments, then flicking her tongue wildly over the sensitive nub, she had Lisa moaning and thrashing on the bed, primed to explode.

She stopped.

Sheryl took one more long slow lick of Lisa’s pussy before climbing off the bed and standing up.

“Nooo,” Lisa whined in protest.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Sheryl said, as she grabbed the strap-on and fastened it around her hips.

Lisa did as she was told. Positioning herself in the center of the bed, knees spread apart, ass in the air, and resting on her elbows, she waited. In the mirror over her dressing table, Lisa watched Sheryl make minor adjustments to the harness and then lubricate the long black cock.

Sheryl brought herself up behind Lisa and played with her butt cheeks, squeezing and pinching and slapping them. After squirting some lube into the crack of Lisa’s ass, she spread it around with her finger, teasing at the rosebud of her anus.

Placing the silicone cock at Lisa’s entrance, Sheryl slowly pushed it in. With Lisa’s heightened state of arousal and the ample supply of lube and juices, there was little resistance to Sheryl’s effort to penetrate her. Still, Lisa gasped as she felt the alien intrusion.

When she’d achieved maximum depth, Sheryl bent forward and kissed Lisa’s back, rubbing her lips over the woman’s hot skin, tasting salty sweat. She reached around to the front and pinched Lisa’s hardened nipples, tugging at them as she nipped at her shoulders.

“Mmmm, yeahhh,” Lisa purred. Little shivers of pleasure caused her to twitch. “Come on, fuck me!”

Straightening up, Sheryl placed a hand on each of Lisa’s hips as she began to slide the cock in and out. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace as Lisa’s pleas for release spurred her on, exciting her.

Lisa knew she was almost there. It was only a matter of seconds now. “Fuck me, Sheryl!”

Suddenly Lisa cried out as her reality was splintered by a powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing through her — and it wasn’t over. Although Lisa’s mind was foggy, she sensed another climax already beginning to grow, this one being exquisitely different.

Sheryl’s thrusts were unrelenting as the base of the strap-on mashed against her own clit again and again and again. She continued to fuck her friend, harder and harder, until she too reached climax, throwing back her head, grimacing and shuddering in ecstasy.

When Lisa came the second time, it felt as if a tightly wound spring had suddenly been released, its energy radiating out to every bit of her body. Lisa shook all over, moaning loudly. Then her limbs turned to mush.

Lisa and Sheryl collapsed on the bed together, both panting, gasping for air. They were exhausted, spent for the moment, but still they weren’t finished. The pair fucked twice more that evening before finally falling asleep in a sweaty, sticky, jumble amid the tangled sheets.

Neither woman was aware that Charlie had given herself three very powerful orgasms that night as well. The girl now sat half asleep in the dark of Lisa’s walk-in closet, waiting for the opportunity to sneak unnoticed back to her own room.

Continue on to Chapter 8

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star: Afterword

  • Posted on May 28, 2017 at 3:54 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Ending something as long and arduous to write as this three-part novel makes one think about beginnings. This story came into being when I saw a video online of a young girl who was entering the adult film industry talking about her mother, who had also been in the business.

This, of course, led to some rather wild imaginings on my part. What would it have been like to be raised by a woman with obviously liberal attitudes about sex, and what if those attitudes were extreme when it came to raising her daughter? I certainly had no idea. My own upbringing was so closed-minded, I’m surprised I am who I am today. In fact, I’m surprised I didn’t commit suicide in my teen years. (Yes, I indeed thought about it, quite seriously in fact.)

However, this speculation and the fantasies that resulted from it led to my deciding to write a story about such a relationship between a sexually precocious daughter and her extremely open-minded mother. Following publication of chapter one on the Lesbian Lolita site on July 8, 2012, the comments I received were overwhelmingly positive. Overwhelmingly as in 100%.

This led to other chapters until I grew bored with the project after sixteen installments, the last of them published at LL on July 21, 2013. That was shortly after I was more or less attacked because I had included some minor bestiality in the story, in which a very young girl has discovered that when her little dog licks her in certain places it felt really good. Such comments, especially from someone who had been enjoying the story, can sour someone on a project, and that’s what happened with me. Not that I’d ever really finished a story before, but that’s how this one ended.

After being invited to join Naughty Mommy and JetBoy to start this wonderful site, I decided at a point that I should finish the stories I had started. Actually, my partners prodded me and prodded me to finish what I’d started. Many readers had asked me when I was going to continue them as well, so continue — and finish them — I did.

This was the last one to need completion. I finished writing the first draft of the last chapter yesterday, March 8, 2017, nearly a year after posting the first “new” chapter, #17, on March 28, 2016. This means that the entire work took two years to write, with a very long break in between. Back when I renewed my writing of this book, I looked forward to it. I had always liked the premise, and I felt that many wonderful adventures could be a part of it. Now that it’s finished, I know I will miss working on it. After all, one doesn’t separate from two years of one’s life easily.

Many of the adventures I included were based either loosely or strongly on real events and situations in my life. My other stories had included such things, such as the rocking horse I really had that I named Shadow (probably with help from my parents), which provided me my first small but pleasurable orgasms, and this tale was no different. The fact that it is so lengthy, however, means that there are even more things that are based on my life. I’m not suggesting, however, that this mirrors my life, and that is what this post is all about. How does a writer incorporate real events without making it an autobiography? First, my autobiography would be rather boring 98% of the time, but second, and most importantly, I did have that 2% that could be turned into something that resembled an interesting tale.

I had chosen to name the title character after myself, since ultimately this began as a fantasy about a fictional mother I never had, a mother who resembled my own about as much as Donald Trump resembles Pope Francis. This led to being able to freely intertwine the two lives of the fictional me with an even more fictional mother in my mind. As I wrote the first sixteen chapters, I wanted to make sure there was hot sex in every chapter. I have to tell you, that is very difficult to do and keep the sex fresh. As I think I’ve said before, just how many ways can one write about a woman having an orgasm? Yes, there are many, as our stories here will prove, but when you get right down to it, an orgasm is basically the same feeling each time we have one. Only the intensity and duration change. (I have also often wondered how different an orgasm feels to a man since his “equipment” is all external. Do they feel them in their toes the way I do?) Ultimately, though, it’s all the same.

This, of course, leads to the idea of multiple partners. When age, personality, likes and dislikes come into play, the dynamic is different. The fact that I’ve had (wait a sec, I’m counting…) eight partners in my life does not qualify me for super-sexual woman of the decade. (Bet you all thought it was more.) But my imagination can think of countless ones, and sometimes I can even include pieces of people I’ve known, in an intimate manner and otherwise, to populate my story.

Deanna has the name of a girl I knew online for several years (she’s disappeared in the past year and I worry), but her personality in many ways is based on a girl I fooled around with when I was fourteen. We were best friends and would often spend the night with each other. We had many wonderful and youthful orgasms together. She had an older sister I had a big crush on, and Deanna’s sister in the story is based on her, though my friend’s sister and I never did anything together. In this way, including the sister became a sort of wish-fulfillment. (A quick note about characters’ names: NONE of the last names are the same as the person on whom they may have been based, including me, with one exception, noted below.)

The character of Marie is based on one of my students from last school year. I suspected she was dealing with questions of her sexuality, though I have no proof that she was. I thought that she had a crush on a girl in class based on her interactions with her and the fact that while this other girl was not a close friend, Marie (her real first name) would always try to be around her. For example, when I announced a project that would be done in pairs, Marie approached this girl immediately. Of course, by then I was watching for the signs, partly because I was anxious to see if after a random weekend the two seemed closer. As far as I know, Marie and her friend never “got together” like that, but it was fun to consider. And it broke my heart that the friend did the project with someone else.

The “licking dog” episode was based on me. Yes, I allowed my dog to lick my pussy when I was thirteen. I remember being thirteen in eighth grade and thinking what would people think if they knew I had allowed my dog to lick me to an orgasm the night before. That didn’t last long, but it did happen. I finally started feeling weird about it, not to mention she would want to lick me no matter where we were, like in the den watching TV. It took a while to break her of trying, but she finally got the idea I didn’t want her doing that anymore. Plus, I started making her sleep outside my bedroom to avoid having her start in on me when I was asleep or something. She never did that, but I imagined she might. When my ultra-suspicious mother asked why I didn’t let the dog sleep with me anymore (not that she was necessarily thinking it was for a sexual reason, but who knows?), I had to make up a lie that she kept waking me up scratching herself. And no, I didn’t count the dog among my eight partners.

The episode with Erin, the girl Cheryl is a “companion” for, is nearly all true, except we never got caught because the mother did indeed call every day before coming home. When I was fifteen a woman down the street who knew my mom asked me if I would be a companion over the summer break for her daughter who had indeed gotten into some trouble shoplifting the previous summer. Emily (Erin’s real name) was one wild girl. She’d been left to her own devices for a long time, being a “latch-key kid” since age seven. Looking back, she was probably looking for attention from her mom. Her dad was not in the picture at all. One thing that was different was I was not happy about this, no matter that I was making good money for a girl my age. I saw this as tying me to a job all summer, one that would last all day, and I had my own social life to work on, but my mother would not let me decline the offer. It also took a little longer to get things rolling as far as sex went. I plied her with internet porn, which she’d not discovered. That made everything else easier. I’m not exactly proud that I seduced an eleven-year-old when I was fifteen, but it was a lot of fun at times, and Emily never once suggested she resented anything we ever did, which was everything two girls could do together.

Chandra, the large African-American woman who does hair and makeup for the production company Kayleigh works for, is entirely based on an African-American woman I knew growing up. Her last name in both the story and real life was Jackson, which appears only in the “Who’s Who” section of the story. She lived not too far from where my house was when I was still living with my parents, and she would listen to my problems in a way my mother never could or would. Chandra, her real name, was also a hairstylist. What is called in writer’s circles her “voice” is exactly as I remember it. No nonsense and wise, a good listener with even better advice. In fact it was Chandra I turned to when I hated myself so much I was considering suicide. I didn’t mention my desire for young girls to her, just my lesbianism, but she understood me and loved me (no, not like that), and I loved her like the mother I never had once I came out to my parents. She may be the reason I am alive now. I miss her terribly. (She died when I was eighteen.) Including her in my story helped me bring her back to life for a while. She doesn’t appear often because memory can be painful at times, but the tribute, even in a story like this one, is sincere.

As far as the situation in the story involving Cindy, it is 100% fabrication. I had decided to try to make the book more than just a sex-act-of-the-week episode. What’s interesting is that while I was intensely interested in that part of the book while I was writing it, the process of writing it was much more difficult. I had to make everything up, no relying on characters based on people I knew once. The plot had to be plausible, and I spent a great deal of time and effort making sure that it was. I didn’t want anyone coming on to tell me I had something wrong. I even checked things like where small airports were near Bogota and picked out an area on a map to choose the location of the compound. I researched things like how far a Learjet could fly on one tank of fuel and how long a runway had to be for take-offs and landings. (I never knew the fuel was stored in the wings!) I was actually very surprised at how long the flight was from Los Angeles, the home of the porn industry in the U.S., to the Santiago Vila airport near Girardot, Colombia, near Bogota. It made me wish I’d made the compound in Mexico instead, but I figured the Mexican people had suffered enough bad press from Trump.

Finally, Lisa is, of course, based on my wife. We married two years ago this June. Our story is involved and there are some real heartbreaks in our relationship. After all, we are a real couple, and real couples often deal with pain that the other one causes, though in reality when a relationship goes through trouble, usually both partners share the fault, and that is true for us.

Lisa and I did meet in college, though not how it’s portrayed in the book. We met at a party that was much like the one where the two get together finally in the book. It was at Halloween, and she was dressed as a prisoner, complete with the stripes. To be honest I had forgotten what costume I was wearing. Lisa reminded me that I was a witch. Very original, I know. I changed it in the chapter about the party because I consider a witch a rather boring choice. I kept Lisa in the prison garb.

We hit it off at this party and ended up spending the night together in my apartment. We exchanged digits, as they say, and we ended up dating for a while before moving in together that January when the new semester started. Lisa was a freshman, and I was a junior. Yes, I am two years older than she is. She was eighteen when we met, and I had just turned twenty a month earlier.

Lisa gave me permission to share the rest of our story with you as well.

Now, things weren’t always “the perfect couple” between us. Lisa was working for Hooters Restaurant as a waitress and later became the manager of a new location. She met another girl while working there who managed to talk her into leaving me a few years after I graduated and was working as a teacher. Yes, Lisa cheated on me. She admits it and regrets it. I debated whether or not to include that in my book. I finally decided to make it where the evil Clare decides to break up the fictional counterparts of Lisa and me for no apparent reason, only that she can. Clare became my Iago.

Now, here’s where life makes its real acquaintance with art. The name of the girl who stole my Lisa from me back then? Clare. Yep, I had a wonderful time making her into the most evil girl I could imagine. I knew when I created the character she would be evil and cause our heroine a lot of grief. Originally, I thought of having Clare steal Lisa from Cheryl, but I realized that would be much too close to reality for my tastes. I was able to make the girl modeled on my nemesis in real life end up paying dearly for her acts of selfishness and hatefulness in the story. It was cathartic.

For those who don’t know about how Lisa and I ended up back together, it goes like this:

A few years back, the autumn before I helped found this site (actually late summer), I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. It was in its earliest stages and was confined only to my cervix. I’d been having some odd periods and my doctor decided to check for any serious problems so she could rule them out. When the pap smear came back positive for cancer cells, I was devastated. I cried for days, thinking this was it. I would die soon from this terrible disease.

My oncologist told me that I should talk to the closest friend I had in an effort to cheer me up. The fact was, though, that I was mostly a loner then. I had people I knew from my job as a teacher, but I tried to keep my private life private because I feared being fired if anyone discovered I am a lesbian. I am not butch by any means, so it isn’t easily apparent from my appearance.

Lisa heard about my situation. She came to see me, and I nearly fainted. I had convinced myself that I was over her. I’d even dated a few women, but nothing serious. The moment I saw her, I knew I’d been kidding myself, and that was a case of kidding myself for several YEARS. I wanted to kiss her the moment I saw her.

We chatted, and the next day she came over again and brought me flowers. She presented me with a bunch of gladioli. I was touched and thanked her. Finally, I started to cry. She held me while I sobbed, and by the time I’d stopped crying, we were making out like a couple of teenagers on a hot date. Then she told me she still loved me and that she’d made a huge mistake by leaving me for Clare. That relationship had ended within a year of moving in with her, but she’d heard I was dating someone else by then and never contacted me until she heard about the cancer and that I was single.

Finally, she asked me if I knew what the gladiolus flower symbolized. I didn’t, and she told me. They symbolize remembrance, infatuation, strength, and faithfulness. Apparently, she had researched flowers to find the perfect one for me at that moment.

It wasn’t long before she moved back in with me, and we’ve been together and happy ever since. She had been a girl of twenty-five when she’d left me. She is turning thirty-three later this year. We are older and more mature. We are now legally married to each other. We are now happy. Please don’t blame her for leaving me. I am no piece of cake to live with. That she continues to live with and love me every day is a blessing and a miracle to me.

I know some may wonder why I skipped over the wedding in the story, choosing not to describe it in any sort of detail. I know my site partners wondered about that. I thought a long time about including details from the wedding and decided against it. Lisa and I did actually get married, though not in Amsterdam (which we did visit on a honeymoon last September), and I realized I didn’t want to write anything about the wedding in this story because our own wedding is such a wonderful memory, and I didn’t want to attempt to fictionalize the actual ceremony. I know, that’s crazy, but I felt I would never be able to do the emotions and everything else justice. I guess it’s just a personal thing. In our real wedding we chose to wear bridesmaids’ dresses we liked instead of wedding gowns because I couldn’t really afford one to match anything Lisa could have afforded. Lisa offered to buy my wedding dress, but I wouldn’t let her. It ended up being something special to us that we were wearing those dresses instead of bridal gowns. I won’t go into that because I’m already tearing up thinking about it, but that’s how I want it to be in the story — that the fictional counterparts get married but the ceremony remains private.

To make clear what everyone knows, I got Lisa’s permission to tell our true story here. I have retold our story in a fictional method in the book, based on our real story at times. I used our shared fantasy life and the attractions we both feel. She discovered my enjoyment of the shared fantasy we all have here when I left my computer open by mistake when we first lived together and she saw a story I was writing. She’d had these fantasies herself, and she admitted it to me as well as the fact that she and her sister, Rachel, had been messing around together since they were little girls, with the form of messing around they did growing more adult as they aged. I told her how jealous of her I am for that.

Now, I use things we have done or talked about to spice up my stories. We have fantasized about going to a nice hotel that caters to their customers by turning their heads from legal but titillating fun and ordering room service, requesting a girl to remain and “serve” us as a waitress while we eat our breakfast in the nude, only to let the girl watch us afterwards. No, we probably will never do that, but our fantasies about it helped me in writing what I consider a very hot scene. We have masturbated in a public place in New Orleans on our honeymoon, and I will include that in a story I began planning just yesterday. The start of her relationship with Rachel is a part of this book, though Lisa’s parents have no clue it has been going on all these years, despite sharing a room (twin beds, though) much of their lives. Paulette was the result of our fantasy about a little girl we saw when out shopping. She didn’t look to be five — she was more like ten — but her beauty was mesmerizing.

So that’s how it works. Take a single little true thing and put it in your stories if you are writing one. Then see what allowing your mind to carry it anywhere brings to your story. Using reality makes writing easier. It’s a lot easier than making up every detail and having to do research on planes, a country, and its airports.

So, to alter a term that was used long before I was born, “WRITE ON!” Even if you write only for yourself, what you write will be yours in a way nothing else can be, like painting a picture. It satisfies a need to create. So try it. You won’t be sorry.

Ultimate Surrender, Chapter 11

  • Posted on May 27, 2017 at 12:27 pm

By Girl Lover

“OOOOOOHHHH — WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS…”

Raven jerked up in the bed. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“ABSORBENT AND YELLOW AND POROUS IS HE…”

“It’s Spongebob Squarepants,” Bonnie answered with a smile.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS SMUDGEJOB SCAREPANTS?!”

“Spongebob Squarepants,” Bonnie corrected her.

“I don’t give a fuck! Turn that shit off!”

Bonnie ignored her.

Raven groaned, then turned her head toward the sound of Kala’s laughter. “What are you laughing at?!”

“You.”

Kala, seeing Jennie’s fearful look at Raven, told the child, “Don’t worry, she’s not really mad.”

“What time is it?!” Raven checked her phone and answered her own question. 6:32 AM.

Muttering under her breath, Raven got up to use the bathroom. When she came back, she lay down again, watching the show absentmindedly.

After several minutes, she asked Bonnie, “If they’re living underwater, how come they’re able to use a stove?”

“They just can.”

“But you can’t use a stove underwater.”

“Raven, it’s just a cartoon,” Kala reminded her.

“It doesn’t make any sense, though. You shouldn’t be able to use a stove underwater.”

Raven tried to sit through the inanities of the show, but after a while couldn’t contain herself anymore. “Now they’ve got a bathtub full of water! This is too fucking stupid.”

“That’s just the way it is,” Bonnie shrugged.

Kala asked sarcastically, “You want your cartoons to be realistic?”

“I don’t want them to be stupid. I draw the line at campfires and bathtubs of water at the bottom of the ocean.”

The other three giggled at her.

Raven got up. “This is too much for me. I’m gonna go get some breakfast for us somewhere. I’ll be back.” She quickly dressed and left.

A minute later, Kala got out of bed too and peeked out the window. “It looks pretty nice out there.”

Pulling her clothes on, she said, “Jennie, you want to go for a little walk in the woods before we start riding again today?”

Jennie jumped up excitedly. “Yeah!”

“Want to come with us, Bonnie?” asked Kala.

“Nah.”

“Okay, we’ll be back in a bit. I’m taking the key, and I’ll lock the door. You can let Raven in when she comes back with the food.”

Bonnie nodded, still absorbed in her show.

Kala and Jennie opened the door, flooding the room with morning sunlight, then walked out, holding hands.

It was only a few minutes later when Bonnie heard a knock at the motel room door. After pushing back the sheets, she padded over to open up for Raven.

The moment she unlocked the door, it suddenly slammed opened to reveal the hard faces of Jadis and Diamond.

The women shoved Bonnie back inside, where she fell hard on the floor. As Diamond shut the door behind them, Jadis leered down at the girl, “Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

*****

Along a trail in the woods, Kala and Jennie walked hand in hand. The sun felt warm on their skin. Bending over to pick a wildflower beside the trail, Jennie held it up to Kala, sporting her trademark bashful smile.

Kala took the flower and knelt down, quickly looking around to check that they were alone before planting a kiss on Jennie’s lips.

*****

“That’ll be $21.47.”

Raven pulled out her wallet, fished out a twenty and a five, and handed them to the clerk.

The clerk gave Raven four empty cups to fill at the drink machine, then opened the cash register and began counting out the change.

*****

Her heart thumping in panic, Bonnie tried to scramble away on her hands and knees, only to be seized and violently pulled backward.

“Think you’d got away?!” Jadis sneered. “No one escapes me!”

Thrown heavily over onto her back, Bonnie stared up at the woman through tear-filled eyes. Jadis straddled her, closing her grip around Bonnie’s throat. Bonnie grasped at her wrists, desperately trying to pull the strong hands away from her throat as she struggled to breathe.

*****

“We should probably head back now.”

Jennie grinned up at Kala, “Okay. Race you!”

Without waiting for an answer, Jennie took off down the trail. Kala smiled at the girl with love, then ran after her.

*****

Raven held the cup against the Mountain Dew lever, and waited as the cup slowly filled. She wasn’t sure what Kala or Jennie would want. When Bonnie’s Mountain Dew finished, she held one cup under the Pepsi nozzle and the other under the 7-Up nozzle. They were just going to have to make do with those.

*****

“Where’s my money?!”

Bonnie gasped for breath, “I… don’t… know…”

Jadis pulled out a knife, bringing the sharp blade within inches of Bonnie’s face. “Where’s Raven and Kala?”

“Ra… ven… went… for… break… fast… Kala… went… for… walk…”

Diamond picked up the two duffle bags. “Found it.”

“Good,” Jadis nodded. “Now we wait for them.”

*****

Jennie raced along as fast as she could, giggling the whole time with the exhilaration of being chased. Kala was leisurely jogging not far behind her, admiring how adorable the nine-year-old girl looked as she ran.

Suddenly, Kala’s eyes widened. She quickly sprinted up to Jennie, grabbing her and pulling her behind a tree.

“Jennie… shhh… don’t make a sound.” She pulled out her Glock. “I want you to stay right here behind this tree. Don’t move from it. Understand?”

The child slowly nodded, terribly frightened.

“I need to go back to the motel by myself. You might hear some noises, but I want you to stay right here and don’t come out, okay?”

Jennie’s lips quivered as if she were going to cry.

“I’ll be back soon. I love you.” After giving Jennie a kiss, Kala crouched low, then crept through the woods toward the highway, looking back once at the girl to make sure she stayed put.

Kala headed across the road to the cafe just as Raven was coming out, her hands full with sacks of food. “Jadis is here!”

Dropping the bags to the ground, Raven pulled out her Glock, but Kala blocked her. “You can’t just go charging in. That’s what they’re expecting us to do.”

“How many are there?”

“I counted four bikes.”

Running to hide themselves in the woods near the cafe, they looked across the highway, spying out the area around the motel.

“There’s Rayne, and there’s Ash,” said Kala. “I don’t see anyone else. Jadis and Diamond must be inside the room with Bonnie.”

Raven thought for a minute, then said, “I know Ash. She wouldn’t turn against us so easily. All she knows is whatever Jadis told her. I’m gonna text her.”

“Are you crazy?! How do you know she won’t turn us in?!”

“She won’t.”

“You willing to bet Bonnie’s life on that?”

Raven pulled out her phone. “Yep.”

As Raven and Kala watched her from their concealed position among the trees, Ash pulled her phone from her pocket and read the message. After saying something to Rayne they couldn’t hear, she casually walked across the road and took a few steps into the woods.

“Raven? You there?” she called quietly.

“Over here,” Raven called back, just as quietly.

Upon coming closer and seeing them, Ash’s eyes widened, “Jesus, Raven! You really are here!” Then her voice became angry, “What the fuck you been doin’?! You went rogue on us!”

“No, we didn’t. Maya and Lucia distracted us so Jadis could rape my girl.”

“Shit. I didn’t know about that. I never did like Jadis’s idea of sharing everything. But why’d you take the money?”

“Well, seeing as how we were leaving and how I wanted to get back at Jadis for what she did, I decided that was me and Kala’s cut of the loot. After all, ya’ll were going to hit more banks.”

Ash nodded slowly.

Raven looked closely at the woman. “We really could use your help now.”

After a moment’s pause, Ash said, “Jadis isn’t only after the money. She wants all of you dead. I fucking can’t stand the thought of her murdering those two little kids. Count me in.”

“So what’re we gonna do?” Kala asked.

“They’re holed up in there with one of the girls,” Ash told them. “There’s only one thing we can do. Try to kill them before they kill us.”

*****

Ash walked back across the road to the parking lot of the motel. Heading over to Rayne, she began talking to her, distracting her so she would be unaware of Raven approaching from behind until it was too late. Raven hit her hard with the butt of her gun, and Rayne collapsed to the asphalt, unconscious.

Quietly sneaking up to the door of their room, Raven ever so carefully inserted the key and unlocked it. After looking at Kala and Ash beside her, nodding at them, she suddenly threw the door open.

As she stepped quickly inside, everything became a blur for Raven — Bonnie on the floor on her back, Jadis standing over her — Diamond whipping around toward Raven while raising her gun — Raven putting two rounds into Diamond, dropping her — and Raven’s right shoulder exploding in pain, causing the Glock to slip from her hand.

Kala came through the doorway, firing once. But Bonnie had started to get up and was in the way, so the shot went wide, missing Jadis. Then Kala had to duck back outside when Jadis, using Bonnie as a shield, swung her gun towards Kala, splintering the door frame with a shot.

As Jadis turned to aim at her, Raven drew her boot knife with her left hand and threw it hard, just as Jadis pulled the trigger.

The gun fell from the gang leader’s hand as she reached for the knife sticking out of her neck, severing her carotid artery. Jadis stared at Raven for a brief moment, then paled and fell to the floor, dead.

Bonnie ran over sobbing and threw her arms around Raven. Raven couldn’t seem to focus her eyes on Bonnie… and suddenly her legs gave out from under her. She crumpled down as Bonnie screamed.

Kala and Ash rolled Raven onto her back, revealing two dark red splotches on the front of her shirt. As Bonnie hugged Raven, crying, “Please don’t die,” Ash tried in vain to pull the grieving girl away while also yanking out her phone and dialing 911. Kala grabbed a towel from the bathroom, using it to plug the gunshot wounds in Raven’s chest and shoulder.

Raven, semiconscious, mumbled, “Bonnie… is Bonnie all right?”

“Yes, she’s fine,” Kala quickly assured her. “Now stay with me, Raven!”

“EMS is on its way,” Ash reported.

Kala looked at her. “Ash, listen, we can’t have the kids getting involved with the authorities. All right?”

The woman nodded.

“There’s a trail behind the motel, on the left,” Kala told her, “leading into the woods. About a hundred feet down it is the other little girl. Her name’s Jennie and she’s hiding behind a tree. Take Bonnie with you, so Jennie will know you’re a friend. Keep both girls hidden there until after the police have gone.”

Ash got up. She attempted to take the child’s hand and lead her from the room, but Bonnie held tightly on to Raven. “No, I won’t leave her… don’t die… please don’t die… I love you…”

Blinking, Raven looked into Bonnie’s eyes and tried to give her a smile, but everything was blurry, and then… faded… to… black…

*****

Kala walked down the hall of Las Animas County Hospital toward room 138. Raven had come out of surgery a few hours earlier and was expected to wake up at any time.

A sheriff’s deputy stood outside the door. As Kala approached, she asked him, “Is she awake yet?”

“No. I’m still waiting for her to come around so I can get a statement.”

Kala quietly entered the room. Raven’s right shoulder and chest were bandaged. An IV tube dangled from her left arm. Kala saw that her eyes were still closed as she went over to the side of the bed.

In the reflection in the mirror by the sink, Kala watched the deputy trail her inside, stopping about ten feet behind her. She maneuvered her body so she was between Raven and the deputy.

“Raven…?” she whispered.

Kala took her friend’s hand, gently squeezing it. “Raven, can you hear me? Ash is hiding the girls. The cops don’t know about ‘em.”

There was no response.

“Raven?”

Very slowly, Raven’s eyes came open halfway… and to Kala’s surprise, subtly winked at her.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Kala asked, “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

The deputy, able to hear some conversation, took a step towards them. Kala barely glanced over at him with her peripheral vision. She felt Raven squeezing her hand, bringing her attention back.

Raven asked in a questioning tone, “What did those robbers want at the motel? I don’t remember nothing.” Raven squeezed her hand hard, staring intensely at her as she whispered fiercely, “Nothing!”

Kala stared back, giving a nearly imperceptible nod of understanding.

*****

Monday, late morning. Kala and Raven walked slowly toward the motel room. Raven was returning after spending two days in the hospital recovering from surgery. Her only visitor had been Kala, because they didn’t want anyone finding out about the girls.

As the door opened and Raven walked inside, Bonnie leaped to her feet, running over and throwing herself into the woman’s arms.

“Hey, careful now,” Raven said with a smile. “I’m still kind of weak.”

Bonnie buried her face in Raven’s chest. “It seems like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I missed you too.”

Kala walked over to Ash, “Thanks for watching the girls.”

“No problem.”

“So what’re you going to do now that Jadis is dead? Without her, the Burning Angels are pretty much no more.”

Ash shrugged, “Go back to San Antonio, I guess.”

Raven walked over to a duffle bag and unzipped it. “Thanks for everything, Ash. Here, take some of the loot. Part of it’s yours anyway, and after all you’ve done, you deserve it.”

Ash took out two handfuls of bills. “You’re gonna need most of it taking care of these kids. But if you’re ever in San Anton’, look me up. G’bye, girls.”

“Bye,” Bonnie and Jennie waved.

Ash left the room, leaving them alone.

“Well, checkout’s in less than an hour,” Kala said, “and we need to decide what we’re gonna do.”

Raven sat down on the bed, pulled out her phone, and began looking at Google Maps. Kala came over and sat beside her. “Let’s go back to Austin.”

“There’s a couple of problems with that,” Raven answered. “Whoever’s watching for us in Austin might not know that Jadis is dead, and so it could be dangerous to go back. Also, the police there will be looking for the girls.”

“Well, where else can we go?”

“Hey, there’s the tree!”

Raven and Kala looked at Jennie, who had crawled up on the bed beside Kala and was looking at the map.

“Huh?” Raven queried.

“What tree?” Kala asked.

“There,” Jennie pointed to a name on the map. “That’s where Grandma lives.”

Raven and Kala looked at where she was pointing. Walnut Grove. “Your grandma lives there?”

“Yeah. We could live with her. She’s really nice.”

“I think your grandma will want to know what you and Bonnie are doing with us.”

“She won’t care. She never liked my dad and told us that if me and mom could ever get away from him, we should live with her.”

“She didn’t like your dad?”

“No. She’s my mom’s mom and was always telling Mom to leave him. After my dad moved us to Texas, I didn’t see her anymore.”

“Do you know her address?”

“Um, no… but I remember how to get there.”

“What do you think?” Kala asked Raven.

“I’m wondering what Grandma’s gonna say when you pull up on a motorcycle with her granddaughter and ask if we can stay with her.”

“I just know she’ll love y’all,” Jennie assured them.

“Well, it’s a better possibility than Austin, so I say we go,” Kala announced to the others.

Raven stood up. “I guess we’ll see what happens.”

Continue on to Chapter 12

Works of Art

  • Posted on May 26, 2017 at 1:49 pm

By Misty Meadow

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2017 }

In January a few years ago, a notice in the Daily Telegraph announced the sale of a small collection of paintings by a minor gallery located off Charing Cross Road in London. The painter wished to remain anonymous, for obvious reasons.

At first glance each painting appeared to be of a prepubescent girl, naked or nearly so, but closer examination revealed that they were all paintings of photographs. The white edge of the photograph was depicted together with the four push pins holding it to a surface and the electronic date/time stamp in the bottom left hand corner could easily be read.

The pictures had been taken at roughly one month intervals over the previous year. The girl was always posed in such a way as to reveal her vagina, though not in a deliberately lewd way. Nevertheless, she managed to radiate both innocence and sexuality.

The earliest picture showed her sitting at the bottom of a flight of stairs dressed in nothing more than a pair of white cotton knickers. She had pulled the waist of the knickers out and was peering down inside, an expression of intense curiosity on her angelic face.

The next was a full frontal nude, hiding nothing and she held a vividly coloured parakeet on her hand. The lighting was all directed at the bird, leaving her body in partial shade and one could argue that it was a picture of a bird, the girl being incidental, allowing one to gaze at her at length, pretending to be a lover of birds rather than little girls.

In a later picture, she was standing knee deep in a lake, again in white knickers which in their wetness clung tightly to her body, revealing the exact shape of her vagina or, one wondered, had they become so translucent that one was actually looking at the real thing?

All the remaining pictures showed her naked, playing a violin or sitting cross legged reading a book, and the last one showed her sitting at a kitchen table, legs carelessly spread, her head turned sideways, her lips open, her hand holding a up banana an inch from her lips, a symbolism lost on few.

All the paintings were signed, “Mummy.”

Word soon spread that it was an exhibition of child pornography. In the UK, the legal definition includes this phrase: “illegal to take, make, distribute, show or possess an indecent photograph or pseudo-photograph of someone under the age of 18.” An argument ensued in the press about what constituted a pseudo-photograph. The usual interpretation was a computer image. Did the law include paintings? Could a painting of a photograph be porn? Would a photo of a painting of a photo be illegal? Apparently not, because the papers were printing them.

The gallery forbade photography, but with iPhones being ubiquitous, most visitors took pictures surreptitiously and soon they were available in all the tabloids.

What did “indecent” actually mean? Was the gallery owner in trouble? The Crown Prosecution Service attempted to extract the name of the artist from him, but all he was able to reveal was the name of the law firm that actually handled the sales, and they weren’t talking.

The terms of sale were unusual. Upon arrival, viewers were given a card with a phone number on it, nothing more. Each painting was priced at five thousand pounds, no haggling, take it or leave it, to be sold on a first come – first served basis. A buyer could call the law firm from right there in the gallery and close the sale immediately.

On the first day, only three were sold, seven the next day, and the remainder went on the third day just minutes after the gallery opened. They would all remain on the gallery walls until the end of the month and buyers could collect them when the exhibition closed.

For the next few weeks, there was a line down the street to get in and see this new sensation. Word had clearly got out. When the exhibition closed, buyers wearing sunglasses and hats pulled low could be seen leaving, carrying their paintings, concealed by bubble wrap, under their arms, smug smiles on their faces.

A large sign in the gallery foyer announced that there would be another exhibition by the same artist at the same time next year. People tried to make reservations but they were told just to come and get in line.

The paintings were titled “Mummy’s Little Girl: No. 1,” “Mummy’s Little Girl: No. 2,” etc., through number 12. Who was she? She certainly looked far from unhappy about being photographed in such revealing poses, indeed, the eager smile on her lovely face indicated she was having a great time.

The little girl was me. I was just ten years old.

My name is Myfanwy, but Mum calls me Muffin. We live in a cottage just outside a small village in Snowdonia in North Wales. The nearest neighbours are a quarter of a mile away, so we have plenty of privacy.

Mum made a nice living that year, sixty grand less commission being much more than she’d ever earned from her art before, even though her technique was excellent. She lit her subjects like Carravagio, painted textures like the Dutch masters, and her flesh tones seemed as if they might feel warm to the touch. The only subject she painted was me.

She was a lesbian paedophile. I knew because she told me. “I’m a lover of little girls,” she said, when I was about six.

“Everyone loves kids,” I pointed out.

“Yes, but I love to hug and kiss and fondle you in a special way. You excite me.”

I didn’t see how hugging her daughter merited a special name like ‘paedophile’. After all, didn’t all mummies hug their kids? Well, most of them do, but I found out later that not all of them take showers with their little girls and wash them all over and pay special attention to their little cunnies, and not all little girls are utterly fascinated by their mum’s pussies, to the extent that they caress them and marvel as they grow moist to the touch.

She’d told me never to tell anyone about the fun stuff we did in the shower, so I thought it was just normal mum/daughter games until much later, in school, when we got the “inappropriate touching” lecture. So Mum was different from other mothers. Was I freaked out? Not a bit. Our fun thing was special and I didn’t want it to stop.

I wasn’t her victim. She didn’t make me do anything that I didn’t want to do, in fact I was usually the one who initiated things. We’d wrestle on the rug and I’d manage to sit on her face, or I’d lie on the couch, my head in her lap, reaching up to caress her small but firm tits, or I’d say, “I want to make love, Mum.” She’d smile and take my hand, and we’d drift into her bedroom and undress each other.

By the age of eight, in the shower, I’d progressed from merely letting her finger my cunt to kneeling before her and exploring her pink cavern with my tongue. I loved it all. The smell and taste of her cunt made my head spin. If it made her happy, I wanted to do it. One time she was lying in the tub when I came into the bathroom and she asked me to step in with my feet either side of her head and feed her my pussy. So I squatted down onto her face and she licked me to a lovely orgasm.

A couple of times a week, usually Saturday mornings when I was not at school, we’d have a photo session. We’d dream up new ideas, new ways for me to display my body erotically while maintaining a veneer of innocence. It was tremendously exciting to undress while she watched me, then pose for her and the camera, knowing that one day, dozens, maybe hundreds of people would look the the resultant painting and be excited by it.

“Men are gonna like you,” Mum said one day. “Most paedophiles are men, although I know of a few women who would give anything just to see you with nothing on, showing off your darling little cunt like this. You may think that a ten-year-old girl can’t be all that sexy, not with your flat chest and narrow hips, but believe me, there is a huge number of people out there who are secretly into little girls, just like me, and I want them to have the exquisite pleasure of gazing on your naked body through the medium of my art.”

She’d look through the camera, framing the shot, and my cunt area would tingle with excitement, with the naughtiness of showing off my private parts. I loved it, the undressing, the posing, the adoring look on Mum’s face as she photographed me.

I was now ten, but as yet there were no signs of approaching puberty. “I don’t want you to grow up, Muffin,” Mum said. “I want you to remain a little girl forever.” So I let her take pictures of me in the most indecent poses I could think of, the more the merrier, so she’d at least have them after I became a grown woman.

*****

We started to assemble a collection for the next sale. The first one showed me wearing a suspender belt, white stockings, a wispy little see-through bra that concealed nothing and, of course, no knickers. I was sitting on a window sill, legs slightly parted, with the light behind me and it came out in soft focus, a new challenge for Mum to reproduce in oils, but she did a superb job. It was possible to see my cunny quite clearly.

“Don’t you think it’s time you started calling your cunny by a more grown up name?” she asked.

“Like what?”

“Pussy? Twat? Minge? Quim? How about ‘cunt’?”

I liked the sound of “cunt”. It had a nice lewd ring to it. I tried it out. “Cunt! Look at my cunt! Do you like my cunt? I know you want to touch my cunt!”

Mum laughed. “Yes, touch it and lick it. Come here, Muffin, and let your mummy make you happy.” Even though I was only ten, her tongue could light up my whole body.

The next picture was intended to be less provocative. It showed me pulling my knickers down. They’d got as far as mid-thigh when the camera flash went off. I was leaning slightly forward, tugging them down, looking straight into the camera lens with a dazzling smile on my face. But somehow, the presence of knickers made the whole scene more erotic than just my naked body.

“I love your knickers, my darling. I don’t know what looks sexier, you in your knickers or just naked.” I put my hand between her legs and fingered her cunt until she was dripping wet, then used my knickers to wipe her, then put them back on again. I had no problem wearing knickers soaked with her cunt juice. If I could happily lick and taste her, a few stains were no problem. It was kinda intimate.

The months rolled by and the collection was coming together nicely. Mum had taken a number of selfies of us, my face buried between her thighs, then hers between mine and I begged her to paint one of them, but she demurred, pointing out that all the other stuff she’d painted was borderline porn that she’d gotten away with, but a painting of me eating her pussy could never be passed off as art.

“We have to keep it classy,” she said. “If we cross a certain line, the authorities could close the gallery down and we’d be fucked. We have to maintain a delicate balance between pornography and art. We want to appeal to paedophiles in a way that’s acceptable to society as a whole. Usually, when people hear the words ‘kiddy porn’ or ‘paedophile’ they become outraged. There’s a side to this whole question that’s perfectly benign, harmless, and in our case, beneficial. I want to acquaint the public with the pure, beautiful aspect of child sexuality, but without running afoul of the law.”

By now, the previous year’s pictures had all been leaked to various sites on the Internet, spreading ever wider until they could be found practically anywhere. I rejoiced in my fame, secure in the knowledge that in this tiny conservative community in the Welsh mountains, it was unlikely than our neighbours would encounter them. If confronted, we could always claim, with suitable outrage, that it wasn’t me, just some other little girl who looked similar. Mum had taken the precaution of painting my eyes slightly bigger, with darker lashes and eyebrows, and a smaller nose.

“I’ll leave your lips just as they are,” she said. “Come and kiss me.” Our tongues met like excited puppies.

January arrived and it was time to open the new exhibition. Still just twelve paintings, they were slightly more lascivious than those of the previous year. One showed me squatting naked with my arms round Bandit, our border collie, as I whispered in his ear. Squats are always good for showing off a cunt, and though the main subject was the dog, one’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to my little girly slit. In another, I played a guitar. You’ll never see a fully dressed person playing a guitar with their knees together, and neither were mine, nor was I in any way dressed.

Such was the crowd outside the gallery in distant London that BBC television was broadcasting the gallery opening live. Some potential buyers had been camped out for days, guarding their places in the line and as the doors opened, a great cheer went up. Three men and a woman were injured in the crush to get in the door and we later learned that all twelve paintings were sold in minutes, as fast as the law firm could process the calls, despite the fact that Mum was now demanding ten thousand pounds for each one.

“You should’ve auctioned them,” I said to her when the broadcast ended.

“No, Muffin. No one would bid openly for them. Who’d wanna be labeled as a collector of child porn? It’s better this way. Those buyers must be dealers who’ll sell them off at a huge profit, but we don’t have to be greedy. We just want to make the world more appreciative of the beauty of a child’s body, to fight back against society’s oppression of benign girl lovers like me.”

Before the end of the day, the pictures started appearing on the Internet, all described as “art,” or at worst, “erotic art.” I felt immensely proud of myself and of my body. I looked at myself in the mirror, closely inspecting my nipples and my cunt, but there was still no sign of development.

*****

The next exhibition, a year later, was different. I was now twelve. My tits, imperceptible in January, had slowly grown over the course of the year until by December, they were distinct little mounds of soft flesh, and my cunt had begun to develop lips. A few wisps of pubic hair appeared, but Mum shaved them off. She was fighting my transformation into a woman as hard as she could. Though I still had the innocent, angelic face of a child, my body was a different story. I was sexy. I mean really fucking sexy. I could see it myself.

This year’s paintings were even more daring and showed me in improbable poses. A few were gymnastic in nature with my cunt always in perfect view as the centrepiece, my contortions serving only to display it more aggressively. The last picture showed me sprawled on a couch, my legs spread wide, one hand covering one tit, the other hiding my cunt — or was I masturbating? It depended on the viewer’s state of mind.

We were now probably over the line into the realm of child pornography.

“I’m hoping the last two years have opened people’s minds somewhat,” Mum said. “We haven’t even been questioned by the authorities, let alone prosecuted. I think we’re gonna get away with it again. At twenty thousand a clip, we’re looking at over two hundred K. And next year, well, we’re gonna be rich!”

How wrong she was. What she hadn’t realised was that you can take pictures of naked kids and call them family photos, but I wasn’t a kid any more. I was a pubescent girl, about to have her first period and I was just too fucking sexy to get away with it and I was still underage by four years.

Once again the BBC was at the gallery to report the opening, but a frighteningly large squad of police officers were first through the doors, which promptly closed behind them.

Two days later, disaster struck.

*****

The barman at the village pub called us to ask if we had called the police. “There were two coppers in here a minute ago, asking directions to your place.”

“FUCK!” called Mum, slamming the phone down. She ran into the den and began yanking all the connections from the back of the computer. She lifted it into my arms then pushed a handful of memory sticks into my pocket. “Go and throw that into the pool below the falls,” she said.

Tires crunched on the gravel as I staggered out of the back door and down to the path by the stream. A hundred yards downstream, a small waterfall fell into a deep pool. I tossed the computer in and followed it with the memory sticks. I got back to the cottage in time to see Mum in cuffs, being pushed into a police car.

“Call my sister,” she had time to yell. “She’ll come and take care of you.”

The nightmare had just begun.

*****

A week later, Mum was home again, out on bail, but she was no longer the anonymous painter that the art world had wondered about for two years. Her name was all over the papers, and they no longer printed the pictures, all of which had been confiscated from their owners by the police, as evidence. How their identities, or Mum’s for that matter, were uncovered wasn’t clear, but it probably involved some computer hacking by the authorities. There were a lot of pissed off art lovers out there, but they quickly formed into a group to support us and help pay our legal fees. All the money we’d made from the paintings was gone to pay the bail.

Months later, Mum went back to London for the trial which took several weeks, closely reported in the press. Our defense team made the case that a painting of a photograph fell outside the definition of child pornography. “If one took a video of a bank robbery, would that be a crime? The robbery, yes, but the video? No!” was the theme our barrister constantly hammered at. “Is a photograph of a counterfeit banknote a forgery? Of course not!”

Towards the end of the trial, I was summoned to testify and travelled down to London. At Euston Station, Mum hugged me so tightly it almost hurt.

“You’re a brave girl,” she said. “It won’t be easy to stand up in court and give evidence.”

“I can do it, Mum.”

*****

On November 2, 1960, a jury delivered a verdict of Not Guilty at the trial of Penguin Books, who’d published Lady Chatterley’s Lover earlier in the year. The jury had been required to read the book from end to end, and their decision that it was a work of art and not an obscenity had kicked off a social revolution that is remembered to this day.

Today in similar fashion, all three dozen of Mum’s paintings were displayed, one by one, for the jury’s consideration. While this was going on, I was sitting outside the courtroom, waiting to be called. A couple of hours went by and I was torn between anxiety about the outcome of the trial and pride that my naked body was once more on display for strangers to admire. They’re looking at me, I thought. They’re looking at my naked cunt. My tummy tingled with excitement.

Then my name was called.

“Were you a willing participant in the creation of your mother’s works of art?” asked our barrister. I must have looked so innocent, wearing a school uniform, the front of my blouse pulled flat, white ankle socks on my feet.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I replied, giving the jury my most dazzling smile. “My mum’s a brilliant artist and I wanted to give her a suitable subject to paint, a subject close to her heart. She really loves me a lot.”

“Did she ever force you to do anything you were reluctant to do?”

I let out a little derisive snort. “I loved being painted. I’m proud of what I did. I’m not one of those people who are ashamed of their own bodies.” A few of the spectators clapped. Others frowned.

Then I had to wait outside again as the closing arguments were made.

The jury retired. They were out for most of two days. I was in the courtroom for the verdict.

“Not guilty!” the jury foreman said firmly. The court erupted, a mixture of cheers and boos.

*****

Our customers have all had their paintings returned to them. We’ve been inundated with emails, cards and letters of congratulation from the huge number of people who supported us. But the money is gone, spent on legal fees. Just as painful was the loss of the hundreds of photographs that Mum had taken of me down the years. They lay at the bottom of the pool below the waterfall.

All we had were copies of the paintings that we’d downloaded from the Internet.

“Do you want to paint more pictures of me?” I asked Mum when we got back to Wales.

“Let’s get a look at you. Take your clothes off.”

I undressed for her and she looked at me, then sadly shook her head.

I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. A thirteen-year-old girl, who’d had her first period months earlier, looked back at me. She had fully formed breasts, small and firm, and curvy hips, and a little bush of blond hair was visible just above the lips of her vagina. I was now a woman, and I didn’t look at all innocent.

Mum and I looked at each other. We both knew it was hopeless. The little girl had gone. Any painting of me, however daring, would just be another piece of run-of-the-mill erotic art. We didn’t need to say anything.

“We gave them a run for their money, anyway,” Mum said, hugging me.

Had we achieved anything? Had we done anything to erode society’s horror of pictures of naked little girls? Had we opened a crack in society’s intolerance of child lovers? I’d like to think so, but don’t see any signs of it. Our pictures were not Lady Chatterley’s Lover, and there’s no revolution unfolding.

But I do have the satisfaction of knowing that three dozen happy customers are looking at me and, I hope, becoming aroused by my sexuality… and let’s not forget that all the pictures can still be found on the Internet.

And there’s my wonderful mother. Even if I can’t convey the innocence of a child, Mum still finds me desirable, and we are still lovers.

I lie in bed at night, next to my naked mother. We’ve just pleasured one another, and she is asleep. I’m thinking about the hundreds and thousands of men and women out there, their faces lit by the glow of their computer screens, looking at me, perhaps masturbating, and I bask in my own glow in the knowledge that I’ve made a lot of people very happy.

The End

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 7

  • Posted on May 25, 2017 at 4:31 pm

By Purple Les

Me and Mary stopped holding hands when we reached the bottom of the stairs and went to sit together in the easy chair.

There was that funny feeling I had in my tummy as we waited for the Trans to come pick up their ten and five year old daughters, Mary and Lucy.

Meanwhile, Mary took every chance to get me alone and kiss me.

“We’re just going in the kitchen for some water, Mom,” we’d say, and then kiss once we were out of Mom’s sight. We had been friends since first grade. How was I to know that for all the years I would think of kissing her, she had thought the same, but we never tried anything till New Year’s Eve last night?

Now it looked like all Mary wanted to do was make up for lost time. I did too. Last night and this morning with her sister weren’t going to be enough for us. It was fun and felt so great. Since her parents would be here any moment, there wasn’t much choice for us. Being a kid can suck. No freedom to just stay together when you want to. Okay so we’re kids, but we have feelings too you know.

We heard the car pull into the driveway. Mrs. Tran was at the door, and Mr. Tran right behind her with a big bag of food.

“What’s all this?”

“We had to get the restaurant going, Carol, so we made some food for you and Katy. Make sure everything work okay, you know.” said Mr. Tran.

“Me and Katy?! There’s enough for an army here. Won’t you come in for awhile, help us eat some of this?”

“Oh, I wish we could but we can’t leave the restaurant long, just the cook and waiter there now.” said Mr. Tran handing Mom the food and going back to the car.

Mom brought the food in while Mary and Lucy got their coats and boots on. We did a reverse of when they got here, and I handed stuff to my Mom, who handed it to Mrs. Tran, who gave it to Mr. Tran.

“Mrs. Tran, can Mary stay again tonight? Please?”

“Yeah, Mom! Can I please?” added Mary, both of us using our best begging faces.

Mrs. Tran winked at my Mom then looked at me and Mary.

“No, I don’t think so. You both look like you were up all night. Let’s give poor Carol a break. She’s not young like me. She need her rest.”

Mom laughed, “I don’t mind really. If Mary wants to stay she can.”

“Thanks, Carol, but I think she better come home and take a nap. Take a nap with her sister, keep Lucy out of trouble. Besides, we may be busy today, so I might need her help later.”

Mary looked like I felt — sad.

So I said, “I could come home with you and help Mary in the restaurant!”

Mrs. Tran just looked at me and laughed. “Oh thank you, Katy, but you look like you going to fall asleep in the doorway there.”

Mr. and Mrs. Tran thanked my mom again, and Mom thanked them again for the food, and then after my best friend and her little sister hugged Mom goodbye, they got Mary and Lucy in the car. We all yelled Happy New Year to each other, and then they were gone.

Me and Mom were still pretty full from breakfast, but the food smelled so good we had some. Well, to be honest we had a lot. But there was still a ton left over.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, we vegged out for awhile in the living room. Mom wanted to wash my hair, so I knelt on the step stool with my head over the kitchen sink. Mom got my hair all wet with the faucet and then shampooed my hair, rinsed it, and washed it again. I loved the way she would rub my scalp; it felt good.

After she rinsed it out again, she had me straighten up and wrapped a towel around my head. She patted my butt and told me to get down off the stool.

“Keep the towel on while I clean up in here. Then I’ll dry and brush your hair out.”

I went to sit in the back room, a small room at the back of the house where we keep the computer and the sewing machine and stuff.

I was just looking out the back window at the snow and the blue sky. Then a snowy owl landed. They are beautiful, all white and the only owls I think that hunt during the day.

“Mom, Mom, Mom! Come quick! Hurry!”

You know when I yell like that I could be bleeding to death or something, and Mom just ignores me. So I yelled out, “Mom! There’s a snowy owl out back!” Now that brought her running, but if I had said, ‘I’m dying, Mom!’ she probably would have taken a nap before she came to me.

She came and put her hands on my shoulders. “Where, Katy?!” I pointed to where she could see it, and she was all excited like me.

“Keep an eye on her! I have to get my camera!”

We are used to seeing animals like deer, rabbits, squirrels, hawks, skunks, raccoons, opossums, ravens, woodchucks, eagles, and once in great while a porcupine in the back yard. One time Mom even chased a black bear out of the yard banging a pot and pan together. This was the first snowy owl we ever saw in the yard though.

Mom was back with her digital camera. The owl had stayed where she was, and Mom got a bunch of pictures of it. Then Mom sat in the big rocking chair we have back there, and I sat on her lap. We were just watching the owl and the sky. It felt so nice to have Mom with her arms around me and her chin resting on my shoulder, her face against mine.

After a long while the owl left.

“Where do you think she came from, Mom?”

“I guess from way up north. She came to say ‘hi’ to us I guess.”

Then Mom took the towel off my head and dried my hair and brushed it out.

The sky got dark and it started to snow hard sideways. Aunt Billie would always say ‘the weather changes here faster than you can drop your drawers’ and then she’d laugh. Now when I thought of that I sort of pictured Aunt Billie pulling her panties down in front of Mom.

We went in to the living room and sat on the couch.

“Mom, can you put my hair in a French braid, please?”

“Sure, just let me brush it some more to get it dried out better.”

“I think I’m a werewolf, Mom.”

She didn’t say anything, just kept brushing my hair.

“Wanna know why, Mom?”

“No, not really, honey.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you anyway. Remember how Mrs. Schmidt’s terrier got bit by something in the woods, and then a week later it nipped me? Well, I think he’d been bit by a werewolf and then passed it to me.”

Mom stopped brushing my hair and started to braid my hair. She just went, “Uh-huh.”

“Remember last winter when those dog tracks came right up to the back door and stopped, and there was blood? That had to be me coming home from a kill.”

“Katy, that was Mr. Keller’s dog. He’d tangled with something and went through our yard.”

“Then how come a few times I’ve woken up in the morning and my pajamas are off? That’s because I changed in to a wolf during the night.”

“That’s because you roll around in bed so much in your sleep,” she said as she finished my braid. “There. Go look at your braid in the mirror.”

I went into the bathroom and looked at my hair and came and sat back on the couch.

“I don’t like it, Mom. Can you take it out, please?”

“Sure, turn your back to me.”

“Gee, Mom, it was funny seeing Lucy get ready for bed right out here, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Mary getting her little sister naked like that in front of us.”

“Hmm, well I guess maybe they are used to that or something. Mary didn’t seem shy about being nude in front of us, either.”

Mom had my braid undone and was brushing my hair out again.

“Um, Mom? Uh, if you ever wanted to go around naked — um — it’s alright. I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Uh, okay…? Thanks…?” Then she stopped and I could tell she was thinking about something she wanted to say. “Katy? You don’t have to tell me, but you know how you said you and Mary had never done anything sexual. Did that change last night?”

I wanted to tell her everything about last night and about this morning, but all that came out was, “Um, yeah well , uh, we sort of… um, yeah it changed last night.” I put my hands over my face and started to laugh like an idiot. “Mom we had sex and made love, and it is like the very best thing ever! Ever! I think I want to marry her.”

Mom kissed the back of my head and asked if I was hungry. I wasn’t. I asked if we could watch a movie instead. She said sure, and I picked out this one I’d been dying to see with all these monsters together in it.

Mom put on the Christmas lights and the manger lights and put the hall light on. She covered me with a quilt when she got back to the couch. After she sat down, I put my head on her lap and she started the movie.

It was Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger. I was so excited! I’d seen a preview of it and it looked great. Then the beginning started. Then all of a sudden it was quiet. The TV was off, and the kitchen light was on. I was alone on the couch. I could hear Mom talking on the phone. Dang! I’d fallen asleep as soon as the movie started. I listened to see who Mom was talking to.

“… I know just what you mean, Grace.”

Oh, she was talking to Mrs. Tran.

“… your daughters are beautiful…. no not at the same time, but I did see both of them, yes. Yes, I’m glad Lucy liked her feel goods. I loved giving them to her. Yes,  Katy told me she and Mary did something too, but I didn’t get any details. No… you either? Oh? What did Lucy tell you? Breakfast? They what?…”

I heard Mom laughing, but more like a laugh when Aunt Billie tells Mom a dirty joke and Mom doesn’t get it at first and then gets it and then has a kind of dirty laugh when she thinks about it some more.

“Oh my god, Grace, you’re getting me all hot now! Yes, Lucy is so cute, and she… well you taught her well, Grace…. Oh, she tells you what she does with Mary?… No, I never did with Katy, either…. Well at least you get to see Mary in the shower with you and hear about what they do from Lucy…. I agree, Grace. In this crazy world, might as well enjoy all the beauty and pleasure you can get. Like you said, it’s not hurting anyone…. Your girls said that about me?… That’s so sweet, and so dirty. I love it…. Aw, thanks. That’s so nice of you to say. But I have to tell you, I just love that tight little bod of yours. Those perky little breasts with the big hard nipples. I love your face and your smile. Your eyes are amazing. Love your big muff over that beautiful pussy of yours, too. And don’t get me started on your sweet ass.”

Then Mom was just listening and making little noises, and saying ‘oh yeah I like that’ off and on, then more noises.

“I got to tell you, doing that with Lucy, and then seeing Mary nude, I am over-primed…. Oh jeez, Grace, we have to stop right now…. You know damn well why…. UH, yeah, nice, thanks. Okay, talk soon — and get together soon, I hope…. Yeah, you too…. Okay, Happy New Year!… No, no, thank you…. Okay, goodnight.”

As soon as Mom hung up the phone it rang again. She picked it up on the first ring.

“Happy New Year!” she said instead of ‘hello.’ “Oh hi, Billie. I guess you aren’t coming over tonight…. Yeah, it’s snowing like crazy here too. I just talked to Grace Tran, and they had hardly anyone at the restaurant.”

Great, I thought to myself. Mary could have been snowed in here with me instead of home. Stupid grownups.

“She’s out like a light on the couch. Well, I think she and her friend may have worn each other out last night…. Yep, that’s just what I mean…. No, I didn’t see anything…. Yes, Grace’s daughters are so beautiful, and I got a very good look at all their beauty if you know what I mean…. Yes, both of them…. No, not at the same time, sadly. One of them talking to me nude, and the other naked in my room with me. Would you like to hear more?… About what they look like, without any clothes on. Why yes, I’d love to tell you every single detail.

“Let me tell you about Lucy, though,” she continued. “She stayed in my room, and well, you better get ready for this.” Mom was quiet a minute, and then I heard her say, “I’m in the kitchen…. Um yeah, I have my pants open some.” She laughed a little then said, “Anyway, Lucy said she needed her feel goods for bedtime. I was like, what on earth?… Ha! That’s exactly right…. Yes, both of us were nude…. Huh? Oh, she’s five and so cute…. Well, I said, ‘what do I do?’ and she said we had to be naked, and then to put my mouth on her pooc….”

The furnace kicked on in the basement and I couldn’t hear what Mom was saying. I could hear her talking but couldn’t make out the words, but it sure sounded like what I’d thought. Mom licked Lucy’s pussy.

The furnace went off after a few minutes.

“…yes she gave me a feel good too. Reminded me of Penny at that age, so innocent but she sure knew what to do. Let me continue this from my room….” Mom laughed, then said, “Yeah, that would be hot to be caught like that.” More laughter. “Hold on while I change phones.”

I heard Mom go to her room and the bedroom light came on. I heard her come back to the kitchen and say.” Yeah, just a sec, Billie.” I heard her hang up the kitchen phone. She came in the living room, and I pretended to be asleep. She kissed my head and whispered, “I love you, angel.”

Then I heard her in her bedroom. I heard her say, “Now where were we, you naughty little girl…” and then her bedroom door closed.

I thought about picking up the extension and listening in, but I was lazy and comfy on the couch and still sleepy. I know you may already think I am a creepy kid for listening in like I did from the couch, but it’s the only way kids can ever find out what’s really going on.

Every once in awhile I could hear Mom go ‘uh’ or ‘mhhh’ through her door but that was about it. I just lay there. I was looking at the Christmas lights and thinking about the last few days.

First, after all the times I wished it would happen, I’d finally had sex with my teenage cousin Sammie. It was a million times better than I’d ever imagined it.

Then I saw Sammie and Mom having sex. That was a little weird at first to me, but the more I thought about it now, the hotter it became to me.

Then last night and having sex with Mary. That was like a bazillion times better than I’d every imagined it. Then there was the naughty stuff I’d done this morning with Mary and her sister Lucy.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Now Mom was in her room talking to Aunt Billie on the phone and they were talking about girl sex. I bet they were both masturbating. I know they were talking about sex with Lucy, and I guess talking about me and Mary too.

Then I was thinking about what I’d overheard my Mom say on the phone to Mary’s Mom. I reckoned that maybe my Mom and Mary’s Mom had talked about sex and stuff. Maybe they’d even fooled around for all I knew. It sure sounded like they had at least seen each other naked. I tried to think when and how it could have happened.

Maybe when me and Mary were at school. Maybe Mrs. Tran came over here with Lucy and then they were all naked maybe. Mom worked all day though. But Mom was off every other Wednesday. Maybe Mrs. Tran just told Mom about how she would get naked with Mary and Lucy and lick Lucy’s pussy. I wondered a lot about it but couldn’t know for sure what was going on.

I guessed that maybe Mrs. Tran had sex with Lucy, but for some reason not with Mary. I thought about the things that happened in the stories in Juicy Secrets. I thought about the things the two grownup women I e-mailed with said about sex with girls. How one of them did sex stuff with her three daughters.

While I was thinking about all that, I heard myself start to wheeze a little. That’s how my asthma would start, sometimes it would go away real fast by itself. Other times I had to use my inhaler. I started to cough so I reached for my inhaler. I always keep it in my pocket, but I couldn’t find it and started to cough harder. I hardly ever need my inhaler, but I always have it in case. I almost never have a bad attack, but all of sudden I was having a real bad one, I couldn’t breathe and was coughing something awful.

Mom opened her bedroom door. “Katy?!” Mom saw me, “I have to go Billie, it’s Katy, call you back later.”

Mom came over in her robe. She started checking my pockets for my inhaler, “Katy where’s your inhaler?”

I managed to get out that it may be on my bed headboard. Mom ran upstairs. I could hear her swearing up in my room. Then she came running back down with it.

“Okay, stay calm honey, here breathe out,” Mom said as she shook the inhaler and took the cap off the mouthpiece. Then she held it to my mouth and said,”Now breathe in.” and she shot a blast of the inhaler in my mouth. “Now again.” This time I could do it myself.

I started to get my breathe back some.

“Let’s wait a few minutes now, angel.”

We did, I was still having trouble breathing, but I wasn’t coughing anymore. Mom had me use the inhaler a couple more times. Finally I was alright again, but I was still breathing kind of hard.

Mom was holding me, kissing my head. She said, “Are you going to be okay, sweetie? I could take you to the hospital.” I could see by the way she was looking at me that she would take me to the ER even though it was a ninety-minute drive in good weather. With the storm it would be really hard to get there. Except I knew Mom would get us there if we really needed to go.

I hugged Mom tight as I could. “I love you so much!” I was scared I might cry.

She looked at me kind of surprised. “Uh, I love you too. But how do you feel? Please don’t start crying, you’ll make it worse. ”

“I’ll be okay.”

Mom looked kind of worried.

“Honest, Mom. I’m okay now.”

We just sat there on the couch for awhile. Mom said she had to call Aunt Billie back. I could hear her on the phone, but they didn’t talk really. Mom just told her I’d had an asthma attack and was alright now. I heard Mom laugh and say, ”Yeah, Billie, you’re funny. Katy interrupt-us, good one. Yeah okay, Billie, see you tomorrow, love you too.” And Mom hung up.

Mom came back to the couch and put her arm around me. I was breathing a little better now. She kissed my head again. It felt like it must be three in the morning.

“What time is it, Mom?”

“A little after eight o’clock.”

“Oh, it seemed later.” I was wide awake now.

“You want to try and watch your movie again?”

Well that was a great idea, so we watched it. I was awake through the whole movie this time, and Mom seemed to like it too. There are lots of great monsters in it. The part I loved the most, though, is when the two women in it were skinny dipping and a monster came and they had to run away from the monster bare naked.

We had a snack with some of the Chinese food and watched TV on the couch while we ate.

We just watched TV for awhile, and then I had to get ready for bed. I went to the bathroom and peed and washed and brushed my teeth, then went up to put my pajamas on. Mom said she’d be up to tuck me in.

Even though it was cold up there, I stood bare naked for a little while. I couldn’t stop thinking how I’d been naked and doing sex stuff in my bedroom with my sixteen-year-old cousin Sammie, and now with Mary too.

I could see them in my mind, naked in my room. I was trying to picture them together in my room with me, all of us naked. My finger sort of just went to my slit and was going up and down real slow. Then Mom opened the stairway door, and yelled up she was coming to tuck me in. I put on my pajamas real quick and got in bed. I made it just before she got to the top of the stairs. She tucked me in and we talked a little bit. She made sure I could reach my inhaler, and she saw the Chinese puzzle box. I told her Mary left it here for me to try open. Mom said it was pretty. Then she kissed me goodnight, turned off my light, and went downstairs, leaving the night light on. I put my sock monkey, Ingrid, under the covers with me and hugged her. I think I fell asleep thinking about monsters chasing me and Mary. We were running around naked to get away from them.

The next morning was so cold, but the sun was blazing, so it seemed nicer than it was. I got up and put on my robe and slippers and made my bed, before tucking Ingrid under the covers some to keep warm. I went downstairs to the bathroom then to the kitchen.

Mom asked how I felt, (“Fine, Mom”) and how I slept, and I said like I always say, “On my side Mom,” and she gave me a light smack on my butt like she always does. I sat down and we had breakfast at the kitchen table.

Then we got dressed and put all our extra cold weather gear on and I shoveled the walk while she got the snow blower out of the garage and cleared the driveway. Then Mom went down the road a little way to clear out the driveway for Mrs. Schmidt, who’s old and alone except for her old dog.

I like seeing that fluffy snow blow all over from the snowblower into the bright blue sky and the sunlight hitting all the sparkly flakes. I bet that’s what heaven looks like. So pretty you can’t look too long or it hurts your eyes.

After that was done we just walked up and down the road a little bit. Mom was glad she was still off from work, and I was still off of school, ’cause it would be hours before our road would get plowed.

We warmed up in the kitchen and drank some hot chocolate after we left our boots and coats and stuff in the side entryway.

No one on earth makes hot chocolate like my Mom. It’s like drinking a real good candy bar.

Then she went and showered and when she was done I took a shower too.

I put on clean clothes in my bedroom. I put on my regular blue cotton panties, my warm extra heavy socks, my long sleeve tie-dye t-shirt, my a little too big for me but very warm and comfy denim bib overalls, and my big warm sweater. I took my sock monkey, Ingrid, and my comic book and went downstairs to the couch and read.

I read the whole comic book. Then the sun was moving down. The sky was a bunch of blue colors, from real light to real dark blue. In the dark blue part I could see a couple of stars. The sun looked small with a little bit of orange in the light blue part of the sky. I felt sort of nice. I don’t know how to describe it. I felt peaceful inside. And then after a little while, I felt horny too.

I thought of Sammie and Penny and Aunt Sue. I bet they were all bare naked right this moment having sex. I bet Mary and her little sister Lucy were bare naked and fooling around. Everyone had someone for sex all the time but me. Mrs. Tran had Mr. Tran and her daughters, or Lucy at least, that I could figure for sure. Aunt Billie had all her girlfriends and my Mom. I looked out the front window for awhile.

“Mom? What are you doing?” I yelled out.

“I’m looking at pictures on face book of Aunt Sue’s New Year’s celebration. You want to see them?” she yelled back.

I yelled back I’d be right there, and Mom yelled for me to close the drapes and put a light on.

I did. I started to walk slowly to the back room. I knew I was going to put the moves on Mom. I didn’t know how I would ever do it. But I knew I would for sure try.

I stood in the doorway for a moment. Mom looked good. She had on her heavy black sweater that really showed off her boobs. She had on her old worn blue jeans that she liked to wear to relax in. Her dark hair was pulled to one side. She looked at me with her big brown eyes, and the beautiful smile she has, the smile I never see a lot of anymore. Her smile reminded me of the snow flying in the air before. So bright and beautiful it could blind you.

I stood at her side and she put her arm around my waist, and I put my arm around her shoulders.

There were a ton of pictures. The ones I liked best were of Sammie and Penny. They looked like movie stars for New Year’s Eve. Everyone in the pictures had on gowns. Okay not the men, but all the women and girls. Uncle Peter was out of town. He spent New Year’s in France. Mom always says we’ll go there someday, just me and her. Aunt Sue is a very good hostess it looks like.

There were some other ones from the day after. Just pictures of Penny, Sammie, and Aunt Sue in their robes and stuff. One was a selfie of Aunt Sue and Sammie. I kept looking at it ’cause I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw some of Penny way in the background. I knew it was Penny but I wasn’t sure if she had any clothes on. I could see enough that I could tell for sure she didn’t have her robe on. I couldn’t see enough to be sure she didn’t maybe have panties on or something, but I could sure see a lot of skin. Then I had to wonder if Sammie and Aunt Sue were naked under their robes.

“Are there any more pictures, Mom?” I was hoping maybe they had a bunch of naked ones.

“That’s all. I’m just going to look at some of my other contacts and catch up some.”

“Okay.”

I started to rub Mom’s shoulders for her, like I do sometimes after she gets home from work.

“Oh that feels so good, Katy. You have magic fingers. You could earn a living doing that.”

I could see that Mom had another window open, but she had it small so I wouldn’t see it.

I let up on her shoulders and moved my hands down her arms. I put my hands on top of hers.

I moved my right hand so the mouse pointed at the reduced window on the screen of the computer.

I clicked the mouse. Up came the Juicy Secrets web site with a story right in the middle.

Mom had her finger in her mouth, biting the knuckle.

“Go ahead and finish your story, Mom. I’ve read that one. It’s really hot.”

I started to rub Mom’s shoulders again. She was sort of shaking a little.

I started to read to myself over her shoulder. Then my hands slowly crept down her chest till I had my hands on her boobs. I could feel her nipples were hard. Even through her sweater and bra I could feel them.

“I’ve finished this one, Katy.” Her voice sounded funny.

I took the mouse and brought up a story I love.

“Read this part out loud to me, Mom.” It was about a mom saying to her daughter how much she wanted to make love to her. Mom read it aloud and her voice got real shaky, so she had to stop and start.

Then she took the mouse from me and brought up another story and brought it to a certain part and asked me to read it to her.

I’d never seen this one before, I started to read it out loud, and my voice sounded funny to me. It was a little girl telling her big sister that she wanted to learn how to masturbate. Mom didn’t let me finish the paragraph.

“I think we better stop here, Katy.”

“What for Mom? We could keep reading and masturbate while we read.” I hadn’t planned on saying that, but now that I had it seemed like a good idea.

“Uh, well, Aunt Billie is coming later. She’ll most likely stay over, uh, and uh….”

I moved my hands off Mom’s boobs and put my hands under her sweater and t-shirt. I had my hands under her shirts now but still over her bra. Her tits must be huge. They felt so big and hard. I kissed her ear, then I kissed down her neck. I moved her hair over and kissed up the other side of her neck.

I was rubbing her tits with my fingers over her bra still.

I put my lips by her ear and kissed it and nibbled it a little bit real light. Then I whispered as soft as I could.

“I’m putting the moves on you, Mom.”

She did the coolest thing I ever saw. She put her hands up the back of her sweater and shirt, then she moved her hands around in the front. Then she reached up her one sleeve and pulled her black bra out. Like a magic trick.

“Whoa, how did you do that!”

“Maybe when you start to wear a bra I’ll show you.” Then she looked a little sad for a moment before she said, ”Now where were we, Katy?”

I put my hands back under her shirt and sweater, and now I was feeling her bare tits. I kept kissing her neck and ears too. Her boobs were so soft and her nipples so hard.

“Um, Mom, I want to take you to your bedroom. Okay?”

“I’m scared, Katy. I’m scared I might hurt you, or do something you don’t want me to do. So if that happens, if there’s anything you aren’t sure about, if there’s something I do that scares you or hurts you, we’ll have a secret word either one of us can use and we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay. What’s the secret word?”

“You think of one. Something we wouldn’t normally use.”

I thought hard then I said, “Rumpelstiltskin.” Mom laughed and said it was perfect. I asked Mom to stand up. I took her hand and started to lead her to her bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 8

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Ann and Una, by Una (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 6 chapters
A young girl’s experience in discovering sexuality, with some help from her best friend, and especially from her own big sister.

Another Night Wasted, by Jane Doe (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 2 chapters so far, more soon!
Jen is secretly in love with her big sister Lana, who sees that something is troubling her younger sibling, but doesn’t know what or why. Her discovery of Jen’s passion will shake up their lives in a big way.

Cathy’s Story, by Anne (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Fourteen-year-old Cathy is shocked when her big sister Kate pops into her bedroom one night, asking for a very unusual favor.

Dancing on the Edge, by Jos Mous (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 4 chapters
Sam’s life becomes complicated when her younger sister Mac shows up on her doorstep, having been kicked out of house and home by their dad… and she won’t tell Sam why.

The Descent of Venus, by Mr. Toasty (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When a teenage girl’s beloved cousin and aunt pay a visit for the first time in years, long-hidden passions are finally revealed.

The End of August, by Jane Doe (originally posted at Nifty) – 2 parts
Forced to be roommates at boarding school, twin sisters who do not get along find they have something in common.

Eros and Agape, by Sarah (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When her younger sister Allie pays Sarah a visit, they share a bed on the first night, leading them to discover a beautiful new kind of intimacy.

Family Practice, by DirtyMindedMom (originally posted at My Dirty Little Mind) – 5 chapters
When a girl arrives home for a visit after her first semester at college, she finds that her mother is full of questions for her and makes some kinky confessions.

Fighting Sisters, by LF (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Two teenage sisters locked in endless conflict learn that hatred sometimes can conceal a very different kind of passion.

Good Things Come in Threes, by Shay (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Recovering from a painful breakup, Raven finds love and comfort in the arms of her mother… and her mother’s wife.

Her Last Touch, by Marie Marshall (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
On their final evening together, two estranged sisters temporarily reconcile in a surprisingly passionate way.

Linda, Cathy, and Sandy, by Cathy Uy (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
Things get ugly when Cathy gets caught spying on big sister Sandy’s lesbian activities — then things get very interesting indeed.

Lucky Charm, by Shay (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When sisters are more than just good friends.

Moonlight Dancers, by Ebo (originally posted at Loli Sapphism) – 3 parts
Kelly, a dance teacher, is infatuated with 12-year-old Vicky… and things get complicated when she is asked to babysit the girl.

A Mother’s Touch, by DirtyMindedMom (originally posted at My Dirty Little Mind)
No one else can do it like Mom can do it.

My Sister’s Honeymoon, by Ginny Walker (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When Jeanie’s fiance skips out on her just before the wedding, she invites her big sister Mindy to join her on the already-paid-for honeymoon… a trip that will bring the sisters closer in some very interesting ways.

Nothing To Be Ashamed Of, by Anne (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
A sisterly chat about masturbation gets deliciously out of hand.

One Sister’s Confession, by Anne (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
When sisters share their kinky desires with one another…

Pursuit of Happiness, by Christene (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 2 parts
America, circa 1944: Two sisters are separated by war — and by love. Will fate bring them together once more?

Secrets Between Sisters, by DirtyMindedMom (originally posted at My Dirty Little Mind) – 3 parts
Vicky and her sister Dana remember old times … and explore new intimacies.

Silver Lining, by Cassie (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 6 chapters
After a painful breakup and a thus-far fruitless search for the birth sister she’d never known she had, Justine goes on holiday — and is surprised to find herself exploring the erotic possibilities of sex with another woman.

Sketching My Sister, by GrandMoff (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 2 parts
Sixteen-year-old Bara is a fledgling painter whose life as an artist — and as a woman — will change in a big way when older sister Ame becomes her model.

Sweet Sister, by Alfie Atkins (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 3 parts
Marisa and her older sister love to snuggle together in the same bed… which, on one very special night, leads to a lot more than just sleeping.

Tabitha’s Initiation, by Amy K (originally posted at Sisters in Love) – 2 parts
When teen cousins Amy and Samantha are caught making love by Sam’s younger sister Tabitha, they decide that it’s always nicer — not to mention safer — to share.

A Thing to Cling To, by GrandMoff (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
One girl’s personal account of some very confusing feelings she has for her sister — and what those feelings led to.

What Do You Want?, by Shay (originally posted at Sisters in Love)
A mysterious coming-of-age ceremony gives Carolyn the opportunity to express the forbidden desire she’s always kept secret — even from herself.

A Girl Named Charlie, Chapter 6

  • Posted on May 24, 2017 at 12:18 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Lisa didn’t bother to get dressed again after she had taken off her soaked panties when they got home. After a quick wash, she slipped on a pair of boxers and her robe and then started supper. Charlie followed her lead and put on the new robe she had picked out that morning, choosing to remain naked underneath.

As Lisa was working in the kitchen, Charlie came in and sat on a stool at the breakfast nook. She watched Lisa chopping up a green pepper at the kitchen island. Charlie was content. Being with Lisa, she felt safe and wanted. Charlie knew she would probably have to leave and go live with her aunt pretty soon, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to stay with Lisa. She loved her.

“Lisa?”

“Yes, sweetie?” said Lisa, glancing over. She could tell by the expression she saw on her face that the young girl was wrestling with her conscience over some dilemma.

“Is Sheryl your girlfriend?” Charlie asked, not really sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

Lisa studied the child’s face. “Depends on what you mean by girlfriend, I guess,” she replied, waiting to see Charlie’s reaction.

Charlie just grunted. Then she said, “I mean, well, when you kissed her in the restaurant… friends don’t usually kiss like that.”

Lisa smiled. Was Charlie jealous of Sheryl? she thought to herself. Her heart swelled.

“Well, we are more than just friends, Charlie. But we’re not girlfriends, not in the romantic sense. Do you understand what I mean?”

Charlie pondered this for a few moments. Then, looking Lisa in the eyes, she offered her opinion. “So you’re fuck buddies,” she said, more as a statement than a question.

Lisa was taken aback by the girl’s choice of words. “Charlie!” she said in a shocked voice, slightly louder than she’d intended.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, honey. You just surprised me is all. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you.”

“That’s okay.”

“But you are correct,” Lisa continued, as she came over and sat by Charlie. “Though I wouldn’t have used that term, Sheryl and I do have sex once in a while. Does that bother you?”

Charlie stared at a spot on the floor. “Maybe a little, I guess. I liked it when I thought it was just you and me.” She looked up at Lisa with tear-filled eyes.

Lisa’s heart was melting again.

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, drawing the girl in for a hug. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. But don’t you worry, there is more than enough room in my heart for you. Okay?” She could feel Charlie nodding as she kissed the top of her head.

After a few minutes, Lisa got up to check on the food. Charlie appeared to be content with the reassurances she’d been given. Lisa made a mental note to herself to try and remember not to be overly affectionate towards Sheryl in front of Charlie.

She finished preparing the meal, then the two sat and talked about the day’s events as they ate. After supper, they cuddled on the sofa and watched some TV.

Out of the blue, Charlie asked, “So, do you hope that Sheryl doesn’t find my aunt?”

Lisa didn’t answer right away. Slowly she picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and placed the remote back on the table. Taking Charlie into her arms, she held her tight, kissing her gently on the head. Lisa was trying to buy herself some time to formulate a response.

“I would be lying if I said no,” she began, taking a deep breath before continuing. “It’s selfish of me, I realize that. I have known you for only two days, yet you’ve come to mean a great deal to me. I don’t want to lose you, but you do need to be with your family.” Lisa choked out her reply, tears streaming down her cheeks. In her arms, she could feel Charlie softly crying into her chest.

“I love you, Lisa. I don’t want to go away.” Charlie’s reply was muffled, but Lisa understood it.

The two simply sat there in the warm embrace of each other’s arms for the longest time. Lisa was beginning to think that Charlie might have cried herself to sleep when she felt her stir. The child looked up at Lisa with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“Will you come visit me sometimes?” she asked, a quiver in her voice.

Lisa smiled and gave her a kiss. “I will. As often as you want me to.”

Charlie started to get up then, only to find her leg was completely numb. She fell backward onto the sofa and stretched out her legs, wincing as she wiggled the toes. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” she yelled. “They’re asleep!”

Her robe had come open as she flopped back, and Lisa could see that her young lover was nude. “Why, Charlie!” she playfully exclaimed. “You seem to have lost your clothes!”

Charlie tried to cover up, but it was too late. Lisa planted her lips directly on the girl’s bellybutton and blew. The room was filled with the sound of a very wet raspberry. Charlie shrieked, and then broke into a fit of laughter. She tried her hardest to push Lisa’s head away but was rewarded with more raspberries instead.

“Noooo!” she cried out, thrashing and kicking from the tickling.

After a several more minutes of torture, Lisa moved up so her face was above Charlie’s. They held each other’s gaze for a long time before Lisa spoke.

“I love you, Charlie.”

There, she had said it. It was done, and she couldn’t unsay it now. She had committed herself to this little girl. That was crazy. You don’t fall in love over the course of just 48 hours, and you don’t fall in love with a child a third your age. But she had, as fucked-up as that seemed, and she didn’t care. Lisa loved Charlie and that’s all there was to it.

Lisa could hear that little voice inside her. It didn’t speak, though. It sighed, closed its suitcase, and left the building.

“Earth to Lisa,” said Charlie. “Are you there?”

“Yes sweetie, I’m here, and I always will be.” She brought her lips to Charlie’s.

They kissed. Soft little kisses on the cheeks and neck. Quick pecks on the nose and eyelids. Gentle nibbles on the earlobes and lips. But best of all were the long, wet, passionate kisses on the mouth where tongues could dance and play.

Lisa finally pulled away, under great protest from Charlie.

“If I’m not mistaken,” the woman said with a saucy wink, “I believe I owe you an orgasm.”

Charlie giggled and smiled.

Lisa kissed Charlie’s lips again before kissing her way down to her chest. She took her time kissing each nipple and flicking it with her tongue. Taking one small mound into her mouth, she gently sucked on it while she pinched and pulled at the other nipple. Charlie was softly whimpering in response, and Lisa could feel her hips moving under her.

Sliding down to her abdomen, kissing all the way, she stopped to play with Charlie’s bellybutton, circling it with her tongue and exploring it shallows. Charlie’s belly twitched as she giggled and moaned at the same time.

Lisa moved to a hip bone and kissed it, then kissed her way across to the other, stopping only for a moment to kiss the sparse patch of hair between the girl’s legs. Lisa looked back over the landscape she had just covered. Charlie’s skin was glistening with perspiration, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath she took, her head tilted back slightly as she moaned.

“What do you want me to do, Charlie?” Lisa asked in a husky voice.

“Lick me.”

“Lick what?” Lisa teased.

“Lick my pussy — please!!”

Lisa did as she was asked. She dipped her tongue deep into Charlie’s core, then slowly brought it up through her fleshy pink folds and across her clit.

“Yes!” Charlie yelled. “More! Don’t stop!”

“Do you want me to eat your pussy, Charlie?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me.”

“Eat me, Lisa! Eat my pussy!” Charlie begged, almost screaming.

Again Lisa obeyed. She took the young girl’s clit into her mouth and sucked on it. Her tongue danced on it. Her teeth nipped at it. Lisa slid two fingers into Charlie and curved them slightly upward. Charlie’s hips began to rock and push against Lisa’s mouth. Her throbbing young clit was swollen, and Lisa continued to torment it with her tongue.

Lisa’s fingers pushed against Charlie’s g-spot, sending her into oblivion. Charlie’s body shook, and her breath caught. Lisa could feel the tremors coursing through her young body as her muscles clamped down on Lisa’s fingers. Charlie’s juices flowed like a river whose dam had just burst.

At last, Charlie went limp and she began to breath again. She was covered in sweat. Then she started to softly weep.

Lisa pulled herself up along Charlie’s still form. “Why the tears?” she asked, kissing them away.

Charlie wrapped her arms around Lisa and squeezed. “That was so intense. I thought I was gonna die.”

“So, happy tears then?”

Very happy tears,” Charlie giggled.

They held each other for a while longer, and then headed off to bed. Sleep didn’t come right away, though. The two cuddled and chatted and made love one more time before finally drifting off to sleep well after midnight.

*****

Sunday morning found the two lovers sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms. Charlie was on her side with Lisa spooning her. As light from the morning sun spilled through the curtains, Charlie stirred. She stretched and yawned.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Lisa said after being woken by the girl’s movements.

Charlie rolled over to face Lisa. “G’morning,” she said kissing Lisa’s nose. “I love you.”

Lisa smiled as she brushed the strands of hair from Charlie’s face. “I love you too, baby.” Charlie’s eyes seemed to sparkle, Lisa thought, even first thing in the morning, and her smile could melt the coldest of hearts.

“What’re we gonna do today?” Charlie asked.

“I don’t have anything planned. We could just be lazy, and lounge around the house. I could make pancakes for breakfast.”

“Mmm, pancakes!” Charlie said excitedly, her eyes going wide.

“Then it’s settled. A lazy day and some pancakes,” Lisa chuckled, as she gave Charlie a long sloppy kiss.

That’s how the day went. Neither Lisa nor Charlie ever got dressed. They had a big stack of pancakes with butter and maple syrup. They relaxed and read the Sunday paper. Talked and played card games. Watched TV and talked some more. Then, long after the sun had set, they made love in Lisa’s bed and fell asleep spooning in the moonlight.

The next three days were a little more adventurous. Lisa called Marcy on Monday morning and told her she was going to be taking a few days off. Lisa and Charlie then hit the town. There was shopping, movies, and restaurants. If you were to ask them what movies they saw, they probably wouldn’t remember. But they could tell you about a lot of naughty things that happened in the back row.

On Wednesday evening, as they were cleaning up the dinner dishes, there came a knock at the door. Charlie rushed to answer it. She found Sheryl was standing on the porch as she opened the door.

“Hi, Charlie.”

“Hi, Sheryl. Come in. Lisa’s in the kitchen,” Charlie replied. Then she turned and dashed back in, shouting, “Lisa! Sheryl is here!”

Sheryl stepped inside and closed the door as Lisa came around the corner drying her hands on a dish towel.

“No kissing,” Lisa whispered into her friend’s ear as they hugged. “Charlie’s jealous of you.”

“Oh, I see. All business then, I guess,” Sheryl replied with a wink.

Today Sheryl looked like a lawyer. She wore a sharp beige pantsuit, white blouse, and a pair of heels. After taking off her jacket and hanging it in the closet, she made her way into the living room and sat down.

“Well, guys, I completed my investigation. I’m afraid it isn’t very good news.”

Lisa was a bundle of nerves. She was starting to feel nauseous.

Sheryl looked at Charlie. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Charlie. But your aunt passed away at almost the same time your mother did. There are no other living relatives.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up. She ran over to Lisa and sat on her lap.

“Does that mean I have to go to a foster home again?” the girl asked, the tears streaming down her face.

Both Sheryl and Lisa were having a hard time holding back their own tears. But Sheryl shook her head as she pulled a legal document out of her portfolio. After clearing her throat, she said, “I saw how much you cared about her, Lisa. And after the story you told me, I knew a foster family wasn’t a good option for Charlie.”

Charlie and Lisa looked at the lawyer, not knowing what to expect.

“I was able to pull a few strings,” Sheryl explained, setting the document on the coffee table and pushing it toward Lisa. “And I got Judge Parker to sign off on this.”

Lisa blinked. “What is it?”

“This gives you temporary guardianship of Charlie.”

“So, no foster home then?” asked Lisa.

“No foster home,” Sheryl confirmed.

“No foster home?” Charlie asked, sniffing and wiping away her tears.

“No foster home,” Lisa and Sheryl said to her in unison.

Charlie gave Lisa a huge hug and kiss, then hopped off her lap and ran to Sheryl, pausing just in front of her, not quite sure what to do. Sheryl smiled at the girl and stretched out her arms. Charlie leaped into her embrace and squeezed her tight, then kissed her square on the lips before jumping down again.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Charlie exclaimed, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, a giant grin on her face.

She began jumping around the living room, squealing with joy. Charlie felt like it was Christmas morning, only way better. No more foster homes, and now she wouldn’t have to leave Lisa!

While Charlie was still bouncing off the walls, Sheryl motioned for Lisa to follow her into the kitchen where they could speak privately.

“After I left the restaurant the other day,” Sheryl began, “I was wondering why they didn’t send Charlie to her aunt’s, instead of directly into foster care. Now we know why. Still, there are a few more hoops to jump through. But I don’t think that will be much of an issue.”

“What hoops?”

“Social Services, mainly. We’ll have to prove that you can financially support the child. That part is easy since you’re loaded. Then you’ll have to get her into school, find someone to take care of her while you’re at work…. you know, typical mother-type stuff.”

“Mother-type stuff,” mused Lisa. “It sounds weird when you put it that way.”

“I would suggest you get the spare room set up to look like a little girl sleeps in there, even if she doesn’t. Oh, and hide all the sex toys before the visit.”

“What are you insinuating?” Lisa fired back, knowing her friend was just being a smart-ass as usual, as least as far as sex toys were concerned. “And what visit?”

“I’m not insinuating anything. You’re in love with her and it’s all over your face. Pun intended,” Sheryl said, with a devilish grin. “A social worker will be here in a couple of weeks to inspect the house and to interview both of you.”

“Wow, I guess I’m going to be pretty busy for the next few days.”

Sheryl nodded at Lisa, then started for the door. “Bye, Charlie,” she called out. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye! And thank you sooo much!” Charlie yelled as she raced up to Sheryl and gave her another big hug.

Sheryl hugged the girl back, then grabbed her portfolio and her jacket.

As she opened the front door, Lisa asked, “How did you manage all this in such a short time?”

“Oh, you know, padded a few wallets, sucked a few dicks.”

“Sheryl!” Lisa exclaimed.

“I’m kidding. Jesus. I would never pad a wallet,” the lawyer said with a wink, heading out the door.

Lisa laughed to herself as she went back into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. She picked up the document and scanned the first page as Charlie came over and snuggled up beside her.

“I’m so happy right now,” the girl purred.

“Me too, Charlie, me too…”

Lisa read some more of the guardianship agreement, then asked, “When is the last time you were in school, honey?”

“Um, not since I ran away.”

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

Island of Joys, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 23, 2017 at 3:00 pm

By Cheryl Taggert 

Sharon blushed and moved to where her daughter sat. “Lie down,” she said.

As Susan did as her mother said, Sharon looked directly into her eyes. She was searching for the answer to a very important question: Do you really want to do this or are you just going along?

Susan was now on her back, her legs splayed open, exposing her immature slit for everyone to see. But what the girl’s pussy lacked in maturity, it made up for with desire. The inner lips were the color of the pinkest coral, and the nub of her clit was protruding slightly from its tiny cavern of flesh. She had also recently started producing quite a lot of fluids when she became aroused, and it was evident now.

Sharon noticed the copious amount of cream that coated her daughter’s inner labia. Then again, what would she expect? They had spent the past ten minutes watching Beverly licking her own nine-year-old daughter’s pussy, and both Sharon and her daughter, Susan, had openly played with themselves while happily observing a brazen sex act that was forbidden everywhere in the world. Or at least everywhere but here.

Sharon had heard of such things happening, of course, and both modern and ancient literature were filled with overt references to lesbianism and all kinds of incest, not to mention bestiality, as in the story of Leda and the Swan, among many others. Therefore, she knew that whatever form of sex could be conceived in the mind had taken place numerous times throughout history.

Still, stumbling upon a literary text as opposed to actually committing lesbian incest with your eleven-year-old daughter was like the difference between reading about climbing a mountain and actually climbing one. She felt many opposing emotions. Fear and courage. Shame and audacity. Excitement and. . . . No, she realized she did not feel the opposite of that. There was only the excitement, blatantly sexual in nature.

Still, she was shocked in a way that this had been the outcome of what she was certain at the beginning of the chat would be a mere talk about the adults’ need for intimacy with each other. Where had the conversation shifted to the inclusion of their two children?

All of these thoughts powered through her mind in a matter of seconds as she stared down at the young mound of Venus she knew she was about to perform oral love upon. Yes, she knew that this intimate act of sexual love was what she would be doing soon, regardless of her thoughts concerning the two sides of the decision. Her mouth watered for the taste of her daughter’s juices, even though she’d only tasted her own, which was a private act she had never dared to share with another living soul. The fact that she loved her own flavor always made her wonder if she were truly a woman who was interested in lesbian sex.

And the oddest thing about the answer was that her first female partner would be her own young daughter, a girl who had been right there since birth.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked Susan. “We can stop right now if you want to.”

“Do you want to?” Susan asked, slight disappointment showing in the way her mouth turned down slightly at the question her mother had asked.

“Only if you do,” Sharon said. “I could always make love with Beverly.”

“Is it okay if I say I want you to do it to me and not Beverly?”

“Sure, honey. I would love to. I never thought about it before, but now it seems… natural,” Sharon said. “But it’s okay if I do it with Beverly later, isn’t it?”

Susan grinned. “Can Karen and I watch?”

Sharon couldn’t believe this conversation was even happening. She wondered if she had fallen asleep and was dreaming this entire episode. She feared she might awaken any moment and find it was actually near midnight, and this had been a fantasy taking over her mind during sleep.

“If you wish, and as long as Beverly doesn’t mind.”

“Beverly doesn’t mind anything, except how long it’s taking the two of you to start,” Beverly said, laughing.

Sharon and Susan laughed with her and Sharon lay on her tummy, her head positioned over the bald mound that she’d wiped and cleaned when Susan was a baby. Once again her mouth watered. She wondered if Susan’s cream would taste different from her own.

Well, there was one way to find out.

Susan watched as her mother lowered her mouth to her mound. She felt the first contact, and pleasure bathed her body the way light bathed a room when someone lit a candle. Soon, she could feel her mother’s tongue prancing along the inside of her slit, dipping into the various small crevices formed by her inner and outer lips and caressing the magic button near the top of the child’s immature ribbons of sensitive flesh.

Susan lay back to enjoy this. She’d never thought about any kind of sex with her mom. She’d thought about sex and wondered what it would be like. She had played with herself down there for quite a while as well. However, she had never considered anyone as a partner before. Now she would have three! She realized she couldn’t wait to try out sex with Beverly and Karen. But she especially wanted to return the pleasure her mother was now giving her.

With her eyes closed, she could concentrate on the feelings. She felt as though her body had awakened from a slumber to find that sensuality had taken over.

The twinges in her little lady were beginning to happen more rapidly than ever before. She had always enjoyed the feel of her hands on her special place, but this was different. This felt like magic, as if she were being put into some type of trance where the entire universe was happy.

Her nipples itched with pleasure as well. This was the first time she had noticed any connection between good feelings below creating good feelings in her nipples. The little caps that rested on her boobs tingled, so she brought her hands up to them and gently pinched the nipples, giving them added pleasure to accompany the wonderful feelings that were coursing throughout her body like a runaway train.

Sharon couldn’t believe her daughter’s taste. She had always loved her own juices that would spill from her when she became excited like this. Her daughter’s, however, tasted fresher, more flavorful. It was like the difference between a good wine and a cheap one. Her fluids — the cheap wine — tasted good enough. Susan’s fluids, by comparison, were like a bottle of the best wine from the Bordeaux region of France.

Sharon suddenly realized she could be happy having no other sexual partners besides the girls and Beverly.

Louder moans and meaningless verbal noise came from Susan while her mother licked her secret place. She could tell something big was about to happen, but she just didn’t know what. Her breathing started hitching in her throat and her mouth dried up from the panting. Her head tossed from side to side as small gasps of delight and what had been unknown depths of desire punctuated her groans and whimpers of joy.

Sharon could feel her daughter tensing up involuntarily for her first orgasm. The child’s body knew what the conscious brain did not. The girl’s pleasure grew on breathless squeals and panting moans.

Susan’s life changed in an instant. One moment she was enjoying the wonderful sensations brought on by her mother’s exploring lips and tongue but still unaware of the intense pleasure that was hers for life now. The next moment she was howling her spasms to the wind.

The young girl was aware of the shivering bolts of pleasure as they zipped from her mound to her scalp, to her fingertips, and to her toes. Ripples of joy and a longing to experience this again shivered through her. Susan was hooked for life now. She hoped to have one of these feelings once a day, if not more often.

Susan was soon lying on her back, the others staring down at her nudity. She grinned and waved her fingers at her mother and their friends.

“Congratulations on your first orgasms, girls,” Beverly said. “What do you think of them?”

“They’re great!” Karen said, grinning.

“I love them,” Susan said before she stretched her body, raising her arms above her head where her hand almost knocked over one of the water jugs.

“Well, I think we should pair up again, but this time the two women will partner and the two girls can do the same. If you don’t want to do anything with each other, that’s fine,” Beverly said. “But I’m dripping, I’m so excited, and I really must reach an orgasm.” She turned to Sharon. “What about you? Do you want to have some fun with me?”

In reply, Sharon just walked up to Beverly and kissed her, the women’s tongues scurrying around inside each other’s mouths.

Susan and Karen watched their mothers kissing. Susan turned to Karen and said, “Let’s watch for a while, okay?” Karen nodded. She was getting tingly again already from just seeing her mother and Sharon kissing.

Beverly cupped Sharon’s breast and flicked the nipple several times with her thumb, causing the flesh to pucker in anticipation. A small moan escaped Sharon as the sensations spread throughout her body. Beverly thought about how at long last she would have a partner to enjoy these times with. Then it occurred to her. She wouldn’t have one partner, but three.

Sharon broke the kiss and trailed a series of small pecks down along the side of Beverly’s throat, moving along the shoulder, and finally coming to rest on the woman’s nipple. She sucked it, teasing it with her teeth, and dancing on it with her tongue.

Beverly could feel her breathing change from slow, deep breaths to nearly panting. She missed having her breasts made love to in this way. She could pinch her own nipples, but that could not compare with having someone worship her breasts with their lips, tongue, and teeth. And although her late husband had spent time making love to her breasts, it was the memory from her puberty, the first time her friend had done this to her newly developing breasts, that sprang to mind while Sharon suckled her.

Beverly shifted her gaze to their daughters. Both Susan and Karen were rapt while watching what their mothers were doing to each other. Small grins spread on their beautiful faces. They were on their tummies, and Beverly looked at their little butts. She wanted to squeeze the firm flesh, but that would wait until later. Beverly noticed that both girls had snaked their hands under their bodies, where she could tell they were each playfully stroking their clits. She could see the lust in their eyes as each soft touch they gave themselves increased their desires.

Now that they had permission to touch themselves openly, Beverly wondered if this would become a nearly daily occurrence, to see them touching themselves, bringing the wonderful explosions with touches that would become more capable with time and practice. She knew that if she had been allowed such liberties, she would have brought herself orgasms every day since discovering them, especially during her puberty.

Sharon’s hand swam down Beverly’s sensitive skin to her mound. Parting the labia and hair, her middle finger traced the furrow between her lips and stroked Beverly’s clit for the first time. This brought a small gasp from Beverly, a gasp that was echoed by their audience of two.

Susan could not believe what was happening. She had watched her mother on more than one occasion, but she had decided maybe she shouldn’t mention that in her confession. Now they would all be able to do whatever they liked whenever they liked. And now that her mound had experienced that mysterious explosion, it seemed much less elusive. Her hand had wandered down to her slit almost immediately after the girls had begun watching their mothers make love, and already she could feel the first hint of another orgasm heading her way.

She had noticed that when she had started touching herself that Karen had copied her actions. Now both of them were masturbating. She wondered if Karen would be able to bring herself an orgasm. Susan decided that if the girl had trouble with achieving one, she would be glad to help.

She pictured herself pressing her mouth to Karen’s mound, and that was when her next orgasm struck. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she grunted, as the waves crashed over her. She felt rather than saw Karen shift herself to watch her as she peaked.

When Susan once again opened her eyes, she saw near desperation in Karen’s eyes. Her friend had turned over onto her back, and now her hand was flying over her mound, doing its best to bring that wonderful feeling.

Susan leaned over and kissed Karen, copying what she’d seen their mothers doing just minutes ago, and the young girl kissed her back, complete with tongue. Susan reached over Karen, who was now turned to face her, and put her hand on the little girl’s buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh.

The girls scooted closer to each other and were soon wrapped in a lover’s embrace. Now Karen’s hand had been replaced by Susan’s thigh, and the little girls humped each other.

Karen, like Susan, realized that she now recognized the signs of an approaching orgasm. She felt it building inside her and knew she would reach her peak soon.

Beverly and Sharon were now lying down as well, but they had assumed a different position. They were head to cunt, and each was enjoying the taste of the other. They had stopped momentarily when they’d heard Susan reach her orgasm, and now they could hear little Karen as she trembled out her own climax. Each woman glanced at their daughters and saw them humping each other’s thigh, with Karen pressing herself against Susan with all her strength as she peaked. Beverly could see the tight muscles of her daughter’s buttocks clenching rhythmically as the orgasm shook the young girl.

The women returned to each other with renewed lust. Their tongues slashed along each other’s wet vaginal slits, pressing against clits and relishing the taste of the other’s juices.

Beverly reached her climax first, and Sharon was there moments later. Spasms rocked each woman until they lay there beneath the lean-to and regained their breath.

When they looked at their daughters, the girls had managed to copy their mothers. Each girl was now licking the other’s mound, performing oral sex for the first time. And apparently loving it.

After the girls had both reached their peak, they looked at their mothers and blushed.

“It’s okay, girls,” Beverly said.

“Yes, you may do that whenever you wish in your free time,” Sharon added.

“As long as it’s okay for us to join you if we want,” Beverly said with a chuckle.

Continue on to Chapter 4