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Unexpected Delights, Chapter 6

  • Posted on September 30, 2017 at 6:58 am

By No One

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“Ugh, fine,” Nettie grudgingly relented. The girls wanted to put on some silly Disney movie, and for some reason, Chloe was insisting that she watch it with them.

Letting out a long theatrical sigh for good measure, Nettie plopped down on the couch next to Chloe while Alex took up the smaller armchair. She supposed it could pass the time, at least. She had her own ideas of how to do that, but the more interesting ones would have to wait until her mom left the house later on.

Chloe gave her a happy smile and Nettie couldn’t help but return it, even if she’d just let herself get roped into sitting through some stupid kiddie flick. After more or less ignoring her sister’s friend for years, she’d grown quite fond of the young girl in the past few weeks. Not just because of the sex, either — though admittedly, that was a big part of it — but because Chloe was simply fun to be around.

“Haven’t you seen this already?” Nettie asked as the movie started. It looked suspiciously familiar to her.

“So? It’s good,” Alex countered.

“If you say so,” Nettie muttered, which earned her a mock punch on the thigh from Chloe. The girl let her hand linger on Nettie’s leg longer than necessary, though, her fingers wandering suggestively for a few seconds on the bare skin just below her shorts.

An excited tingle immediately began to spread through Nettie’s body. It rarely took much to get her turned on, but it seemed like Chloe was especially gifted at making her horny, and this time was no exception. If there wasn’t the risk of her mother walking into the room at any moment, she’d be very tempted to push the young girl down on the couch and have her way with her right then, whether her sister was watching or not. There wasn’t much that Alex hadn’t already seen them doing, anyway.

Restraining herself, she glanced at Chloe instead and found her looking back. She pursed her lips in an air kiss and the girl sent one back with a grin. It sucked that they couldn’t do more, not until the coast was clear, in any case.

Nettie had not foreseen that this preteen girl would become a regular sex partner. The whole thing had started because she’d been horny and caught Chloe checking her out. Very curious about how interested the young girl actually was, she’d then made an impulsive, rash attempt at seduction. She had half-expected her sister’s friend to be too timid to respond the way she wanted, but little Chloe had turned out to be surprisingly naughty. And Nettie had found that she liked naughty little girls very much.

What had started out simply as an afternoon’s distraction had quickly become much more. It was a bit of a revelation for Nettie, who was stunned to realize how hot it made her to initiate young Chloe — who was very much the quick learner — into the pleasures of lesbian sex. So much so that she now wanted to repeat the experience at every opportunity. Nettie wasn’t quite sure what to call their relationship, exactly, but she knew for a fact that she was enjoying the hell out of it.

She tried to concentrate on what was happening on the screen, because this line of thought only made things worse. It was already a kind of torture, sitting next to Chloe without touching her. At least that island girl in the movie was pretty cute.

Some time later, her mom walked in, dressed for her evening out. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of Nettie watching a cartoon with the kids but, thankfully, didn’t comment.

“Well girls, I’m off. I’ll probably be home late, so don’t wait up. Nettie, can you make sure your sister is in bed by eleven?” she asked, her tone implying that Nettie couldn’t be trusted with such a simple task. She was probably right, too.

“Sure,” Nettie replied pleasantly enough. It wasn’t worth arguing over. In truth, Alex could well go to bed at whatever time she wanted, as long as it was before their mom got back so that Nettie wouldn’t get blamed.

After a suspicious look towards Nettie — the usual response whenever she behaved in a helpful way — her mom gave a hug to Alex, then left the room. Her high heels could be heard echoing in the foyer. Just as soon as the front door closed, Chloe scooched closer to where Nettie sat.

Amused, Nettie put her arm around the younger girl. Glancing at Alex, she caught her little sister rolling her eyes at them, but decided to ignore her. She took out her phone for a quick look at the time, and was surprised to find she’d been sitting there for more than an hour. She supposed the movie wasn’t that bad, after all. It would’ve been a lot better without the cheesy songs, though.

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me,” Chloe said, taking out her own phone. “I got some pics for you,” she continued, with a hint of a mischievous smile.

Nettie liked that smile on her. It usually meant something fun was about to happen. “Pics, huh? What, from the mall?”

“Uh-huh. Tried on some outfits. I thought you’d like this one.” Chloe finished tapping on her phone and handed it over.

Taking a look, Nettie grinned when she saw the picture of Chloe in a sexy black tank top and matching skirt. Zooming in for a closer view, she took in the girl’s sultry look, the way the garment hugged her young curves so closely, the exposed belly. TEASE, the top said in pink letters. Chloe certainly looked the part. “Daaamn. Looking good there. Did you buy it?”

Chloe sighed. “No. I don’t have the money, and my mom would kill me.”

“Too bad. I’d love to see you in it… then take it off you,” Nettie murmured, her lips brushing Chloe’s ear.

“That’s what I was thinking!” The girl giggled. “Look, there’s more.”

Nettie flicked her thumb on the screen, cycling through a few more pictures of Chloe showing off her outfit from various angles. The photos then got more daring, with Chloe deliberately pulling aside her clothing to flaunt her assets.

“Mmm, sexy girl,” Nettie praised the display. This was certainly getting her blood pumping. “Holy shit!” she suddenly exclaimed when she reached the next picture, one in which Chloe was completely topless, smiling seductively while cupping her breasts with both hands.

Nettie stared at the young girl next to her in disbelief. She already knew Chloe had become quite the bold young girl in the past few weeks, but finding something like that on her phone was still one hell of a shock. Now she wondered if she would be getting the full striptease in the remaining photos.

A delighted Chloe laughed at her surprise. “You like?” she teased.

“Fuck, yes.” Nettie joined in the laughter. “You’re an even bigger tease without the top.” She frowned then, realizing belatedly that someone had to be holding the camera. “Wait a minute. Who’s…” Looking up, she raised an eyebrow at her younger sister. “Alex? Did you take these?”

Her sister suddenly turned a bright shade of red. “Uh… she insisted.”

Chloe snorted. “Did not! The way I remember, you were pretty okay with it.”

Alex made a face as her only reply, but she did seem to blush even harder.

“Wow.” Nettie shook her head incredulously, seeing her little sister in a new light. She couldn’t believe that goody-two-shoes Alex had gone along with something like this. Maybe Chloe was becoming a bad influence.

Wondering just how wild Chloe could get, Nettie continued to flick through the pictures. “So, do I get the full show?” Sadly, there were only two more photos of Chloe topless, in a similar pose. “Aww, I guess not.”

“We had to leave ‘cause we were late to meet up with your mom,” Chloe explained. “But if you want to see me naked…” she added, trailing off suggestively.

Nettie certainly liked where this was going. “Might have to take you up on that,” she said in a low tone, toying with the hem of Chloe’s t-shirt.

The girl turned towards her, grinning and spreading her arms invitingly. “All yours,” she said as if expecting Nettie to start undressing her right there.

Though that was a tempting idea, and despite her own thoughts in that direction earlier, Nettie figured they might as well take a few steps and get some privacy. “Let’s go to my room,” she murmured into Chloe’s ear.

“If you want,” the younger girl agreed, seemingly indifferent to where they did it.

They both got up and moved towards Nettie’s room, Chloe pausing to whisper something to Alex in passing. Probably making up some excuse, Nettie supposed, though her sister had to know what they were up to. In any case, Alex would have to finish watching her movie alone.

Nettie waited at the door to her room to let Chloe enter first, but the girl eagerly pushed her in and onto the bed. “In a hurry, are we?” she asked, chuckling.

“I’m so fucking horny,” Chloe answered huskily, climbing onto the bed and straddling Nettie’s legs.

Nettie’s lust immediately burned hotter. It seemed a silly thing, but it never failed to turn her on when Chloe swore or talked dirty. The little tease had learned that lesson very well.

Nettie urgently pressed her lips to Chloe’s, quickly followed by a thrust of the tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Squeezed tightly together, they shared a hungry kiss, while Chloe’s hands were already at work slipping under Nettie’s shirt, caressing her bare back.

When they had to come up for air, Nettie let an enthusiastic Chloe pull her shirt off, exposing her small breasts. She rarely bothered to wear a bra when she stayed at home. “Guess you got all turned on taking those dirty pictures, huh?” she asked, amused and excited by the girl’s eagerness.

Chloe leaned in to take one nipple in her mouth, making Nettie gasp with sudden pleasure. “Mmm-hmm,” she replied indistinctly as she teased the hardening bud with her tongue. “That and… other things,” she added, flashing a cryptic smile as she switched to the other breast.

Other things?” Nettie wondered in a half-moan.

“Maybe you’ll see… later.” Chloe straightened and pulled off her own shirt.

“Fine. Be all mysterious.” Nettie did have more pressing things on her mind, such as kissing Chloe’s lips, her neck, sucking on her earlobe, reaching behind to unhook her bra.

Shrugging out of the bra and flinging it to one side, Chloe then pushed Nettie down onto the mattress, mouths meeting once again as their tits pressed together in a most delicious way. While their tongues engaged in a passionate duel, Chloe reached between them to undo Nettie’s shorts.

It seemed like the girl wanted to get to the point sooner rather than later, and that suited Nettie just fine. She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and panties and, once Chloe had shifted to give her room, pushed them down her legs and off. Now, she was completely naked.

Desire flashed in Chloe’s eyes as she took in the sight, then an instant later, their lips met again, tongues ready to dance once more. As they kissed, Nettie felt Chloe’s hand trailing up her thigh until it reached the juncture of her legs, then a finger slid between her slippery pussy lips, making her sigh into her young lover’s mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Chloe peered into Nettie’s eyes as she pushed a finger deep inside her, starting a slow back-and-forth motion. Then she quickened the pace for a moment, thrusting in and out until Nettie was wide-eyed and panting for breath. Finally, she sat up, taking care not to interrupt her fingering, and awkwardly used her other hand to take off her shorts and panties.

Nettie wasn’t going to judge her coordination, though, not when the girl was making her feel so damn good. She watched Chloe toss the last of her clothes to the floor, then take off her glasses and drop them a little carelessly on the other side of the bed. Lying down between Nettie’s legs and holding her gaze, the cheeky girl slowly, very slowly, extended her tongue, clearly taking pleasure in making her anticipate the moment of contact.

“Ah! God, yes!” Nettie cried, once Chloe’s tongue finally reached her clit and gave it a big lick. Sometimes she wondered if she’d taught the young girl a little too well.

Thankfully, Chloe gave up on teasing and started lapping at Nettie’s pleasure nub with vigor, sending delightful ripples throughout her body. After a moment, she took a quick break from her tonguing to shift onto her side. “Lick me too,” she urged, spreading her legs.

Nettie chuckled. The girl certainly knew what she wanted. “At your service,” she said with a playful bow, slowly turning around into a sideways 69 position while carefully maintaining contact with Chloe’s wonderful tongue and finger.

She was happy to find Chloe’s little pussy already soaking wet. There was even a small damp spot on the bed in the place where the young girl had been lying. Lured by the tempting view, Nettie wasted no time getting a taste of Chloe’s arousal, pushing her tongue between the juicy nether lips and leisurely exploring her sex.

“Mmm,” Chloe moaned softly, momentarily forgetting the delicious things she’d been doing on her end.

Nettie didn’t mind, though, taking it as a compliment to her oral skills. Then it was her turn to moan into Chloe’s pussy when the younger girl suddenly resumed her ministrations with redoubled enthusiasm. She felt a second finger being inserted into her sex while Chloe’s tongue flicked rapidly and blissfully over her clitoris.

Striving to give as good as she got, Nettie was now fingering her partner as well, while alternately sucking and licking her clit. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on the task, though, what with the overwhelming pleasure flooding her mind. She was fairly certain that Chloe would succeed in pushing her over the finish line first — the girl had initiated their lovemaking, after all.

Nettie persisted with her tongue action as best she could, but soon found herself unable to hold on anymore. “Oh God, fuck!” she cried out as all the pent-up tension inside her came crashing down in a glorious explosion of ecstasy. She squeezed her eyes shut, riding the waves of her orgasm, while Chloe did her best to make the experience last as long as possible. Finally, Nettie went limp and lay panting, her head resting on Chloe’s thigh.

After a moment to catch her breath, a hand began insistently pinching her ass. “Hey, I think you left a certain job unfinished,“ Chloe reminded her, in a tone more playful than actually impatient.

Nettie chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Getting to it,” she muttered with exaggerated laziness. Opening her eyes, she found Chloe’s inviting pussy still inches from her face and smiled. This was one “job” she was sure to enjoy.

She let her tongue trail across the young girl’s inner thigh, tracing a wet path up to her sex. She felt Chloe twitch as she made contact with her slit, then started licking in earnest. Without interrupting her movements, she nudged the girl onto her back. One of Chloe’s feet slipped off the bed, spreading her legs wider and allowing better access.

Nettie devoured her partner’s pussy, encouraged by her little moans, delighted by the taste of her nectar. She could hear Chloe breathing harder now, and knew her own skillful mouth would get the young girl coming in no time. Chloe had been in such haste before that there seemed to be no reason to make things last now. Maybe Nettie would take more time with the next orgasm. And there will sure as hell be another, she told herself.

She knew that Chloe had just about reached her limit when she felt the girl’s hand on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her short hair. “Yes, yes… Nettie, yes!” Chloe cried out, pushing Nettie’s face against her sex as her body thrashed around.

Nettie smiled inwardly. She didn’t really need the assistance, but the young girl’s eagerness definitely got her motor humming. She kept up her tongue work until the pressure from Chloe’s hand eased off and her erratic movements subsided.

Straightening up, Nettie studied her little sex partner, who was catching her breath with a satisfied smile on her lips. “Well, job’s done!” she announced, plopping herself down on the pillows next to Chloe.

The girl laughed. “Mmm, and very well done, too.” She slowly sat up, reached out for her glasses and put them on, then turned towards Nettie, flashing an enigmatic smile.

“You look pretty pleased with yourself,” Nettie noted. She had certainly enjoyed Chloe’s attentions, but now it felt like it was something else on the girl’s mind.

“Uh-huh,” Chloe agreed without elaborating. Instead, she inclined her head slightly towards her right, looking sideways, then back to Nettie, then repeating the motion when that didn’t get a reaction.

Nettie raised a puzzled eyebrow. What is she up to? she wondered, until she glanced past Chloe’s right shoulder.

She saw the door to her bedroom left ajar — and beyond, a pair of eyes watching them.

“What the fuck!” she exclaimed. “Alex! The hell are you doing?” That her sister had caught them in the act once was bad enough, now she was spying on purpose?

“I — I was just… I, uh…” Alex floundered for words, looking like she was about to bolt.

Chloe got to her feet, laughing. “It’s okay, she’s just… curious,” she explained, as if that made anything better. It sure as hell wasn’t Nettie’s job to teach her little sister’s Sex Ed class!

Chloe made her way to the door and, taking her friend by the arm, pulled her into the room. Alex looked as surprised and confused as Nettie felt.

“She’s not as innocent as you think, y’know,” Chloe said to Nettie with a casual air. “We made out today.”

“Chloe!” Alex protested, her eyes widening in dismay.

Nettie blinked at one girl, then the other. “You did?” She wasn’t especially surprised Chloe had tried something like that — the girl was a horny little thing — but she had a hard time imagining Alex going along with it.

“Uh-huh. In the dressing room at the mall.” Chloe laughed. “She liked it a lot, I think… right?” She looked pointedly at Alex, a smile on her lips.

For her part, Alex blushed furiously. Her eyes darted around the room — trying, but not quite succeeding, to avoid looking at the naked bodies. “Err… I mean, yeah, b-but…” she mumbled.

Chloe sat back down on the bed, dragging Alex along with her. “And… did you like what you just saw?” she asked, smiling wider.

Alex looked from Chloe to Nettie and back again, her mouth working silently. She seemed to flush even redder, if such a thing was possible.

Nettie, though taken aback a little, could see that their sex show hadn’t left her little sister indifferent. “Chloe, are you planning to bang my sister on my bed?” she asked dryly, a little annoyed. She was beginning to suspect the girl had planned all this beforehand — and though Nettie wasn’t the jealous type, the idea of Chloe seducing her sister right in front of her was a bit much. Especially on my fucking bed, she thought.

If Chloe felt any shame, she didn’t show it at all, instead flashing Nettie a wicked grin. “You wanna?” she asked simply, turning back to Alex.

The other girl stared, wide-eyed. “What? Here? Now?” she asked incredulously. Nettie could only agree with the sentiment.

“Why not?” Chloe countered. “Come on, watching us had to turn you on, right? I promise, I’ll make you come so hard, it’ll be the best thing ever.”

Alex gaped at first, then bit her bottom lip, looking as if she was actually considering it. Nettie had never seen her sister with that look in her eyes before, but she was no stranger to reading lesbian desire in other girls, and that was definitely what she saw in Alex’s gaze.

Chloe seemed to notice as well and drew closer to Alex. “Say yes,” she whispered, barely loud enough for Nettie to hear.

Alex visibly swallowed, glanced nervously towards Nettie for a second, then slowly nodded. “Y-yes,” she finally said, quavering a little.

No sooner had she uttered the word than Chloe’s lips were upon hers. Alex was hesitant at first, but the more experienced girl soon drew her into a passionate kiss, complete with tangling tongues.

Nettie stared at the girls in disbelief, unsure of how to respond. Things were getting downright surreal. Are they really doing this? She glanced at the door, wondering if she should leave them to it, but found herself reluctant to move. It’s not that she wanted to watch, exactly, but… it was her room, after all. It was just bad form, using her bed like that, as if they didn’t even care that she was there at all.

The girls kissed for a long while, Chloe wrapping her arms around her partner and caressing her back — even squeezing her ass, it looked like. Alex didn’t look too displeased with the turn of events.

“Mmm,” Chloe purred when they finally had to come up for air. Alex giggled in response and, no longer averting her eyes from the nudity on display, finally gave in, letting her hungry eyes roam over Chloe’s bare beauty. Nettie had to agree that the girl had a great body, especially for her age. A deep part of her wondered if her youth was not, in fact, part of the appeal and excitement.

Chloe, for her part, looked like she very much enjoyed being seen in the nude, her girlish shyness now a thing of the past. “I think you wanted to do this to me today in the changing room, huh?” she said, gently taking hold of Alex’s hands and pressing them to her chest, against her tits.

A wide-eyed Alex began to caress Chloe’s boobs, tentatively at first. But soon, encouraged by her friend’s contented sighs, she was eagerly fondling Chloe with her teasing hands.

After a moment, their lips met again in a steamy kiss. Alex seemed to be growing more assured by the second — one of her hands slipped to the back of Chloe’s neck as their tongues danced, while the other remained on her friend’s chest, toying with a nipple.

It was a rather sexy display, Nettie had to admit. That’s your sister, you fucking creep, a small voice in her brain pointed out. The rest of her mind was too distracted to pay it any attention.

When their kiss broke, Chloe tugged playfully at the hem of Alex’s shirt. “Your turn,” she said, teasing.

“Oh! Um…” Alex hesitated.

“You’ll see, it’s a lot more fun naked,” Chloe pointed out, making her friend titter a little. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re super hot!”

Alex made a dubious face. “You… you really think so?” She didn’t sound convinced.

Chloe gave a vigorous nod. “You are! Seriously!” She seized the bottom of her friend’s shirt with both hands, one on either side. “Let me?”

Alex was reddening once again, but finally raised her arms, letting Chloe eagerly tug the shirt over her head and off, revealing a pink bra. It seemed to Nettie that the piece of underwear served little purpose, with barely anything to hide or support — though of course, she’d had much the same figure at that age.

Chloe looked pleased, though, and wasted no time putting her hands on her friend’s body. She caressed her belly, then stroked across her ribs and towards her back. Kissing Alex once more, she took advantage of the distraction to unhook the girl’s bra, then slipped the garment off Alex’s shoulders when she pulled back.

“Oh!” Alex, surprised, snatched at the bra before it completely fell off and held it to her chest. After a moment, somehow finding her courage, she hesitantly let the bra drop to the floor. She looked like she desperately wanted to hide her little bumps, but managed to keep both arms at her sides. She gave Chloe a shy smile — and Nettie a sidelong glance, probably uncertain what to make of her sister watching all of this.

What am I doing here, for fuck’s sake? Nettie asked herself. Was she really going to stay there and watch her little sister have sex for the first time? That seemed all kinds of messed up, but she was transfixed by the spectacle, unable to tear herself away.

Chloe, clearly having no such misgivings, exchanged another heated kiss with Alex, this time gently pushing the other girl down across the foot of the bed while their tongues explored each other’s mouth. Chloe’s hand wandered up Alex’s body until it cupped one of her little boobs, making her partner break the kiss with a gasp.

Chloe giggled at the reaction, then it was her turn to play with Alex’s tits — fondling them, teasing the nipples to stiffness with the tips of her fingers, her every gesture eliciting little whimpers and moans. Wanting to take things further, she lowered her mouth to her friend’s chest and took a slow lick around one nipple.

“Ah!” Alex cried out, raising her head to try to look at what Chloe was doing.

Chloe grinned up at her. “Nice?”

“Yes… keep going,” Alex urged. Clearly, any doubts she’d had were gone for good.

Chloe didn’t need to be told twice. With growing ardor, she began to work her tongue over Alex’s bite-sized boobs, trailing across her skin and flicking over her nipples. Alex seemed to be enjoying the sensation a great deal, judging by the sounds she was making.

Nettie swallowed hard. This scene was getting very erotic. It was like watching live porn played out on her bed, close enough for her to reach out and touch. In this case, though, the participants were underage girls, and one of them was her own sister. As much as Nettie wished she could, there was no denying that this was having quite the effect on her. The heat between her legs was flaring up, and she knew that her wetness wasn’t just due to the sex she’d had earlier.

She watched as Chloe started to lick her way down towards Alex’s belly, knowing full well what the girl was planning. Lifting up a corner of the bed covers, Nettie slipped her legs underneath so that she would have some privacy, in the event that she needed to take care of her own arousal in a discreet way. Not that she would, necessarily, but… just in case.

Chloe seemed to read her mind with a glance. She flashed Nettie a knowing smile and winked, then continued on her way down her partner’s body.

Alex, on the other hand, seemed to have completely forgotten that Nettie was in the room at all. Her eyes were fixed on Chloe, surely guessing where her friend was going. She squealed when Chloe teased her belly button with a flick of the tongue, then watched with nervous eyes as the girl unfastened her shorts. With only a moment’s hesitation, she lifted her butt up from the bed, allowing Chloe to pull her shorts and panties down and off. Alex stared as Chloe held the sodden undies to her face and inhaled deeply, purring with pleasure.

Nettie caught a glimpse of her sister’s sex, still entirely smooth. She rather envied that part of the young girl’s undeveloped anatomy, at least. For her, shaving had always been a monumental pain in the ass.

Alex was timidly looking up at her friend, and Chloe gave her a reassuring smile. She lifted up one of Alex’s feet and gave it a kiss, making her laugh, then began to slowly kiss her way up the girl’s leg. Alex’s amusement was soon replaced with a look of anxious anticipation.

Nettie knew from experience that Chloe had become deliciously proficient at this kind of teasing. Even now, just from watching, she could feel the erotic tension — and her own excitement — growing.

Alex gasped loudly when Chloe finally reached her goal, tracing the moist cleft of her friend’s sex with a swipe of the tongue — then another. She watched in fascination, mouth agape, as Chloe’s skilled tongue went to work on her pussy, no doubt sending delightful new sensations through her body.

“Oh, God,” she whispered just before a moan escaped her lips. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, apparently trusting that Chloe knew what she was doing.

You’re welcome, Nettie thought as her sister enjoyed the fruits of the “lessons” she had given Chloe. And enjoy she clearly did, her cries growing increasingly loud and urgent. Nettie herself wasn’t exactly indifferent to the scene. She slowly trailed a hand up her inner thigh, under the covers where no one could see, though she still felt troubled about being so turned on by the sight of her own baby sister getting fucked by another girl. Maybe it was so hot because it was so wrong?

In any case, some cravings were hard to deny, so Nettie let two fingers slip between her pussy lips, though it took some effort not to moan herself. God, she was wet.

Leisurely, she rubbed herself as she watched the younger girls at play. Her sister was breathing hard now. Clearly, Chloe was well on her way to bringing Alex to her first orgasm at the hand of someone else.

Her eyes still closed, Alex was spreading her legs wider, pushing her hips towards Chloe’s mouth, perhaps unconsciously. “C-Chloe! Ah!” she suddenly exclaimed. Her back arched up from the bed, every muscle in her body going tense as she shouted out her pleasure in frantic cries.

Nettie, feeling like a huge pervert but unable to stop herself, pressed down hard on her clit as she took in the surprisingly sexy sight of her little sister’s orgasm, a faint echo of the young girl’s bliss coursing through her own body.

Finally, Alex went limp and she plopped down onto the bed in a girl-shaped puddle. Chloe wore a big self-satisfied smile as she crawled up to lie next to her new lover, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

Alex slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times. “Holy crap,” she said softly.

“Mmm-hmm,” Chloe agreed. “Told you.”

“That was… I don’t even know. Like, last night, I was… uh… doing it to myself… and I thought it was the biggest one ever. But now this? Just… wow.” Alex shook her head in disbelief.

“Oh, really? And what were you thinking about last night?” Chloe teased, a knowing gleam in her eye.

“Erm… well… this,” Alex admitted.

“Ah-ha! I knew you were way more interested than you said!”

“Maaaybe.”

“Not regretting anything, then?”

“Oh God, no. It was amazing.”

“Good. Want another?” Chloe grinned.

“What? Now?” Alex gave a shaky laugh. “Um… I never did it, like, twice in a row before.”

“You’re missing out!”

Alex giggled. “Well, give me a minute to recover, at least,” she pleaded, though renewed desire was already creeping back into her voice.

Chloe gave her some time to recuperate by kissing her instead, and Alex was only too eager to welcome the girl’s tongue back into her mouth.

Nettie was feeling left out. Chloe was certainly free to fool around with whoever she wanted, but at that moment, Nettie would have appreciated some attention herself. Her mother had always told her “share with your sister,” but she doubted this was meant to include her sex partners. Anyway, she told herself, I need another orgasm a hell of a lot more than Alex does!

The younger girls ignored her and continued to kiss, though. Soon, Chloe’s hand joined in their fun, trailing a slow path up Alex’s leg until it reached her pussy. Nimble fingers quickly had the girl moaning into Chloe’s mouth.

When the kiss broke, the girls spent a moment looking into each other’s eyes, the only thing moving was Chloe’s hand between her friend’s legs. Alex was swiftly growing short of breath again. She soon closed her eyes like before, probably concentrating on the delicious feelings emanating from her sex.

Nettie felt a surge of excitement as Chloe sat up and turned to her, a wicked grin on her lips. Apparently, she hadn’t been completely forgotten after all. In fact, Chloe beckoned her closer with a curled finger.

Sweeping the blanket to one side, Nettie crawled towards the girl, eager for action. True, the situation was pretty weird, what with Chloe’s other hand still being busy between her sister’s legs, but Nettie was too turned on to care. She wanted some of Chloe for herself.

Their lips met, and then their tongues as well. Nettie let her frustrated passion flow into a fiery kiss. Her hands were already on the young girl’s body — one caressing a soft breast, the other squeezing her ass.

She could feel Chloe smile into their kiss as the girl reached up to pluck Nettie’s hand from her tit, then slowly guide it downwards, between their bodies. Greedy little minx, isn’t she? Nettie thought. She was the one who needed some fingering, but decided she could wait a bit longer for her treat.

Nettie froze, their kiss suddenly forgotten, her eyes wide as saucers when she realized that Chloe hadn’t guided her hand to her own pussy, but to Alex’s! With a single deft motion, Chloe replaced her own playful fingers with Nettie’s. Alex still had her eyes closed and didn’t seem to have noticed the switch.

Though Nettie’s first impulse was to immediately snatch her hand away, something made her hesitate. It felt like one of those cartoon scenes, a little devil appearing on her shoulder to whisper filth in her ear. Wouldn’t it be totally hot to initiate another little girl to some sexy fun? She’s so innocent… and so eager to learn…

Then the cartoon angel on her other shoulder spoke up. No, you can’t do that, Nettie… not with your own sister!

Nettie paused, unsure of her next step. She wasn’t listening to her inner demon, but on the other hand, it wasn’t in her nature to heed the advice of angels either.

As for Chloe, she backed away from the bed and out of reach. What the fuck? Nettie mouthed at her angrily, but that little devil only gave a saucy grin.

“Um, don’t stop,” Alex murmured plaintively.

Nettie’s mind raced for a way out of this predicament. Somehow, she felt like the crucial thing was to avoid The Most Uncomfortable Situation in the World, where Alex opened her eyes and saw that it was Nettie’s hand between her legs. And if that hand disappeared or didn’t get right back to work, Alex would wonder what was going on and take a look. That might happen at any moment, and with Chloe having stepped away, there would be no doubt as to whose hand it was.

While it seemed like an insane notion, the best way to avoid confrontation might just be to go with the flow, to make Alex come. It just makes sense, Nettie told herself. Sort of.

She took in the sight of her nude sister — legs spread, sweaty and breathing hard — and swallowed as she tentatively began to move her fingers against the twelve-year-old’s slit. But really, her rational mind kept insisting, it wasn’t that she wanted to finger her own sister. And the fact that Alex looked sexy as hell spread out on the bed had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.

“Mmm,” Alex moaned her approval, mercifully keeping her eyes shut.

The girl was soaking wet. Chloe had obviously done a very good job getting her ready. Maybe I can get this done fast, Nettie thought as she concentrated on her sister’s clit, rubbing it in a circular motion with two of her fingers.

Glancing behind her, she found Chloe studying them intently, a hand between her own legs. She glared at the girl, who somehow managed to return a look of complete innocence while fingering herself.

Alex was letting out cute little cries in time with Nettie’s movements. Getting close, Nettie reassured herself as she felt her sister grinding against her hand. Without thinking, she began to extend her other hand towards Alex’s nascent chest before she caught herself. What the fuck are you doing? Just… finish her off.

Nettie wasn’t religious in the least, but she addressed a quick prayer to whoever would listen to make Alex keep her eyes tightly shut when she came. Not that any divinity was likely to be inclined to help; if there was a hell, surely she was going there in a handbasket after this little stunt.

Alex’s moans were growing in urgency, her breathing increasingly ragged — and suddenly she gave a loud gasp and closed her thighs around Nettie’s hand, clutching it tightly. She rolled to her side, her entire body shaking as she whimpered in the throes of ecstasy.

Nettie tried to withdraw her hand, but it was caught in the surprisingly strong grip of Alex’s legs, firmly pressed against the girl’s dripping pussy. If anything, Nettie’s tugging movements only seemed to accentuate her sister’s pleasure. Thankfully, though, as before, Alex kept her eyes squeezed shut during the whole thing.

Finally, as she drew in a shuddering breath, Alex’s legs — and her whole body — went limp, her head lolling against the mattress. At last, Nettie could free her hand, with her sister none the wiser. Immediately, she backed away, reached out to grab Chloe and shoved the girl towards the bed.

After an insolent smile directed at Nettie, Chloe crawled up to Alex, just in time for her friend’s eyes to flutter open. She blinked slowly at Chloe, then glanced over towards Nettie, slightly arching an eyebrow. Nettie fervently hoped that was only because her sister was surprised to find her standing there instead of where she’d been moments earlier.

“So, how was it, two in a row?” Chloe asked.

“Oh my God,” Alex breathed out, still panting.

Chloe flashed her now-customary wicked grin. “I know, right?” Nettie knew first-hand that the girl had experienced that herself a few times. “So which one was the best?” Chloe continued, giving Nettie a furtive wink.

Alex laughed. “God, I don’t know. Both times were amazing, but in, um, different ways. Now I’m really wiped out, though.”

“Good,” Chloe said, sounding quite pleased with herself. “Just lie there and relax, then.”

“Uh… I want to, but I kinda need to go to the bathroom. Help me up?”

Laughing, Chloe let Alex wrap her arms around her neck, then pulled her into a sitting position. They held each other longer than strictly necessary, then Alex gave Chloe a soft kiss. “Thank you,” she said — a little shyly, but less so than she’d been at the beginning. It was obvious she was thanking her friend for much more than just helping her up.

“You’re very welcome,” Chloe replied, smiling happily.

Alex cautiously got to her feet, then started walking towards the bathroom on shaky legs, giving Nettie an odd look as she passed by.

Does she suspect something? Nettie wondered. Of course, Alex’s strange look might simply be because her older sister was standing there naked, having just watched her have sex. I hope that’s all she’s thinking, anyhow.

She waited until she heard the bathroom door close, then rounded on the other girl. “What the fuck, Chloe?” she hissed.

“What?” came the innocent reply. The girl looked very much like the cat that ate the canary.

“That’s my sister! You can’t make me… do that with her!” Had she really been forced, though?

Chloe shrugged. “Looked like you were having fun to me,” she pointed out, teasing. “No one’s gonna know, anyway. Why is it so bad?”

“You know why!” Nettie sighed in exasperation. She’d always thought of herself as sexually adventurous, but incest was a big line to cross. “What’s with you? You got a thing now for getting two sisters in bed at the same time?”

Chloe grinned sheepishly, which pretty much said it all.

Nettie rolled her eyes. “Jesus.” This little girl was getting downright kinky, and Nettie began to wonder what she’d unleashed on the world.

If she was being honest with herself, though, it wasn’t such a weird desire. She herself had slept with two sisters at different times a year or so back, and she certainly wouldn’t have minded getting them to fuck each other. She’d even fantasized about it a time or two while masturbating. It made a world of difference when it was her baby sister in the equation, though.

“Oh, come on,” Chloe said, interrupting her thoughts, “I bet you liked it.” She crawled across the bed to where Nettie was standing. Without warning, the impertinent girl slipped a hand between Nettie’s legs, getting a quick feel of her pussy before being swatted away.

“Wow.” Chloe let out a surprised laugh, displaying her sticky fingers. “That much?”

Nettie didn’t even want to think about the possibility that touching Alex had turned her on. “Alright, you bitch, you asked for it.” She pushed Chloe down onto the bed, a little roughly, then climbed on top of her, the younger girl squealing with helpless mirth all the while. Snatching Chloe’s glasses away, she dropped them on the bedside table, then seized her arms and pinned them down above her head, quickly moving up the girl’s body until she was straddling her face.

Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise when Nettie’s sex brushed against her mouth, but she dutifully went to work with her tongue nonetheless.

Chloe wasted no time with slower teasing and immediately went at it with maximum intensity, as if she instinctively sensed the urgent need. “Mmmm yeah, eat me,” Nettie moaned, encouraging her partner. The flicking tongue between her lips and on her clit felt positively divine.

After a moment, she felt a shifting weight on the bed and, glancing over her shoulder, saw that Alex had returned. Her sister was sitting about two feet away, watching them.

Awkward, Nettie thought, turning back to avoid meeting Alex’s eyes. Again. She supposed it was only fair, since she’d watched the two girls earlier, after all. She smiled inwardly as she enjoyed Chloe’s skillful tongue, thinking Alex was lucky to have had her first time with such a talented lover. And I taught Chloe all about eating pussy, she reminded herself. Now here she is, practicing on my little sister. How fucking twisted is that?

Another backwards glance showed her that Alex had scooched a little closer. She had a hand on Chloe’s thigh and was staring, enthralled, at her pussy. She glanced up, a question in her eyes. This time, Nettie met her gaze, giving her sister a quick nod. Chloe was allowed some kind of release as well, she supposed.

Nettie watched as Alex slowly brought her hand to Chloe’s sex, tentatively sliding a finger between her slick lips. Evidently, Nettie wasn’t the only one made wet by the earlier excitement. Chloe moaned, her tongue momentarily pausing in its delicious task as Alex began to trace her slit with the tip of a finger.

“Oh no, you’re not stopping now,” Nettie insisted. She’d begun to feel that familiar, sweet pressure building up inside, and there was no way it was getting interrupted. Slipping a hand under Chloe’s neck, she held the girl’s face even more insistently against her sex.

She felt Chloe laugh against her pussy, a strange but not unpleasant sensation, then her tongue thankfully resumed its movements and Nettie was once more on the road to her climax.

Glancing behind her again, she watched as Alex seemed to grow more confident in her lovemaking. She was clearly having fun rubbing Chloe’s clit, grinning with delight when her friend gave a muffled moan.

Nettie’s breath was hissing through her clenched teeth. Chloe’s wonderful tongue was working some serious magic and, despite herself, watching Alex fondle her best friend’s pussy was turning her on even more.

Then, without warning, it hit. “Oh, fuck. Ohhh!” Nettie cried out as a powerful orgasm suddenly took hold of her body before she’d expected it.

She nearly toppled forward and had to lay a hand against the wall for support. “God!” she moaned as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her for a surprisingly long time, every muscle taut and quivering like a plucked bass string. It was the strongest orgasm she’d had in a while.

Then as abruptly as it had come, it was over, leaving Nettie drained. She would have collapsed where she was, but didn’t want to asphyxiate poor Chloe, so she made the effort to roll to one side, her face dropping into the delicious coolness of a pillow.

Eyes closed, she savored the afterglow, feeling her heartbeat gradually return to its normal pace. After a moment, she began to notice an increasing urgency to Chloe’s moans, and quickly shifted around to get a good look.

“Mmm, yes, yes!” Chloe was saying, propped up on her elbows so she could watch Alex rapidly rubbing her clit, the girl’s hand a blur. Clearly, Alex had quickly learned what her friend enjoyed, and was making use of that knowledge to give Chloe an orgasm of her own.

Apparently unable to hold herself up any longer, Chloe let herself fall back on the bed. The lower half of face glistened with love juices, a sight too inviting for Nettie to resist.

Knowing that she shouldn’t encourage this near-threesome any more than she already had, but too aroused and into the moment to care, Nettie drew closer to Chloe and gave her cheek a slow lick, tasting herself. When her tongue reached Chloe’s lips, the girl hungrily sucked it into her mouth, and they shared a heated kiss.

Seconds later, Chloe’s body tensed up in orgasm, and she cried out her pleasure into Nettie’s mouth. For a good while, she remained frozen, face set in a grimace of ecstasy, then finally went slack with a huge release of held breath..

While Chloe was slowly coming down from her orgasmic high, Nettie circled her tongue around the girl’s mouth, cleaning her up a little. She’d always found that tasting herself on her partner’s lips or face was incredibly sexy.

“Mmm,” Chloe purred as her awareness seemed to return, then caught Nettie’s tongue for another sweet kiss. Wincing slightly, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, then grinned at Alex. “That was sooo good,” she gushed, reaching out for her friend, their mouths drifting together.

Nettie’s heart seemed to skip a beat as she realized that Alex had to be tasting her pussy on Chloe’s lips. But her baby sister seemed to be either unaware, or simply didn’t care, as she happily returned her friend’s kiss.

“You were both great,” Chloe declared as she let herself drop back onto the bed.

Nettie met Alex’s eyes for an uncomfortable instant before they both looked away. The two of them probably shared similar thoughts about how awkward the whole thing had been, despite having obviously enjoyed themselves. In fact, Chloe seemed to be the only one who was perfectly content, eyes closed with a beaming smile on her lips.

Nettie cleared her throat, deciding she should put an end to the increasing uneasiness. “Well, I’m all sexed out,” she announced. “So… are we watching the end of that stupid movie, or what?”

The younger girls burst out laughing, defusing the situation a little.

They began to put their clothes back on in a contented silence, though Nettie was left with some troubling thoughts as she eyed her little sister getting dressed. Damn, she mused, when did Alex get so fucking cute?

She followed the girls back to the living room, reflecting on what had just happened, hoping that it wouldn’t ultimately blow up in their faces.

Eventually to come: Chapter 7!

Love Lessons for Lisa, Part Two

  • Posted on September 29, 2017 at 8:23 am

By Samantha Luvsya

Samantha and Lisa charged downstairs to get the order of Chinese. It came in funny-looking boxes, large and small. Samantha put plates and sodas and forks on the dinner table while Lisa opened all the boxes and spread them out. She was playing with a pair of chopsticks when Samantha sat down.

“You any good with those?” Samantha asked.

“Nope… but,” said Lisa, as she lodged the chopsticks into her upper lip.

“Eeek! A saber-tooth Lisa cat!”

The girls dissolved into laughter.

“Here’s the deal,” said Samantha. “Start with some rice and noodles, then add a little of this and a little of that, mix it up and give it a taste. That’s what I love about this food, you just dive in and try something you’ve never tasted before, and guess what?”

Lisa gave a quizzical look and shrugged her shoulders.

“You discover some new and wonderful things that you never knew were there, but that have been there, right in front of you, all along!”

Lisa smiled and piled her plate high.

Samantha hoped the hint wasn’t lost on the 12-year-old princess.

During the meal, both girls had food bounce off their shirts and onto the table. More laughter.

“A sloppy meal is a happy meal, right?” asked Samantha.

Lisa nodded as she wolfed down another mouthful. Once she gulped it down, she took a breath and said, “Hey, it all washes, right?” And then laughed at her own silly wisdom.

Soon the food was gone and the dishes rinsed and stacked in the kitchen sink.

They flopped onto the couch in the living room and scanned through TV channels with the remote.

Samantha’s heart leaped when Lisa looked up at her and said, “Um you know, it’s still kinda warm, and I was wondering if maybe we could just…” her voice trailed off as she seemed to lose courage to continue the sentence.

Not wanting to miss a chance to keep things going, Samantha turned to face Lisa and said, “Oh heck, yeah, that’s cool with me, if it’s okay with you!”

Another rapid nod from Lisa.

Reaching down to grasp the bottom hem of her shirt, Samantha pulled it up slowly and held it close to her body, so that when her boobs were exposed, they sort of sprang into view – her nipples stiffening on the spot.

Lisa sucked in a breath as this happened. She again felt the warm tingly feeling in her pussy.

“Okay, your turn, silly!”

Lisa was getting braver by the minute. She quickly pulled up her shirt and tossed it across the room with a twirl.

“You go, girl!” laughed Samantha as once again she feasted her eyes on Lisa’s puffy mounds, almost all budding nipple.

She stared as the rise and fall of Lisa’s chest with every breath caused some of the very fine hair on Lisa’s arms to glisten in and out of the light. Again the urge to just lean over and engulf a sweet bud into her mouth came – and again somehow she was able to push the urge away – but the fight was getting more and more difficult.

“This is so much fun,” said Lisa. “I haven’t had this much fun in about forever, and I really didn’t think this weekend was gonna be good at all. I thought, oh great, I’m getting dumped on Samantha at the last minute and maybe she has other plans and stuff, and now she has to sit around with me for three days and it would be all such a stupid dumb drag and…”

“Shh, honey, stop.” Samantha reached over with her forefinger, pressing it to Lisa’s lips. The girl stopped the flow of tumbling words and looked into Samantha’s eyes.

After a short pause, Samantha said, “I guess it’s time to come out and say a few things, so just relax and listen up. First of all, sure, this was a sudden surprise for me too. I didn’t really know what to think, not at first anyway. Keep in mind, I have had a really crappy week. Monday, my girlfriend moves halfway across the country. Wednesday, I get laid off. Unemployment paperwork is another crappy hassle. And used to be, for a while anyway, I had my own cute little apartment — but I couldn’t really afford it, so here I am, back with Mom. No complaints about living here, it’s nice and all, but having my own place was so, I don’t know, independent, you know?”

Lisa was now looking deep into her eyes.

“So today, I was feeling really bummed out when my mom and your mom set this up so they can go and play in Vegas. I wasn’t expecting to find myself laughing so much and having just a really silly fun time either, but I am. So just shut up about being anything like a hassle, ‘cuz you’re not. I like you Lisa, I like you a lot. There’s something special about you, I dunno what exactly. Maybe it’s because you remind me a lot of how I was at your age, feeling smarter and braver than I could show. Curious about things and wanting to do them, but not having the courage to go ahead and find out what they were like, you know?”

Lisa nodded, her eyes glistening. It was like Samantha knew her forever, and not just the few hours they had spent together so far.

“I mean, just look at us now. Sitting here half naked with each other and it’s like it’s the most natural thing in the whole world, like we’ve done it forever, right?”

Samantha almost felt a little guilty about planting these seeds, making these suggestions to Lisa, but when she thought about it, none of it was a lie, so she pushed ahead.

“Anyhow, I want to be your extra special friend, a friend you can come to and ask anything, no matter what it is, about anything. I want to be there for you, like no one was for me. Mom was always busy with stuff, and a few times when I wanted to ask her things about my feelings, the horny ones and the regular ones, it just didn’t feel right. And my dad was a dumb drunk, so duh, I didn’t feel like asking him anything.”

Lisa giggled as Samantha rolled her eyes when mentioning her father.

“So, there it all is, if it’s cool with you. You never have to even start to feel dumb about asking me anything, even if it’s real personal, or you think it’s gross, or something that no one should even talk about. There is nothing that you can say, do, or ask that will shock me or offend me or make me like you less, okay?”

Lisa’s brimming eyes could hold it back no longer. Her tears fell in a flow, down her cheeks. She sucked in a jagged breath while looking into Samantha’s now glistening eyes as she said with a voiced choked with emotion, “Thank you.”

Samantha leaned into Lisa, pulling her close, their bare chests embracing for the first time, sending the thrill factor through the roof. They hugged tightly as Samantha leaned down to kiss Lisa on the forehead. Lisa raised her head and Samantha saw she had closed her eyes. That was all the invitation she needed. Samantha leaned in closer, cupping Lisa’s chin as she gave the girl little butterfly pecks of kisses on her pink lips.

A moment later, Lisa parted her lips slightly – for air? Or to signal Samantha to go even farther? Samantha decided to keep gently pushing the momentum of love along.

She slowly slid her tongue between Lisa’s lips, fluttering it gently, making circles and dancing on the tip of Lisa’s tongue. Samantha almost came right there when she heard and felt Lisa ooze out a deep moan. This was a moan of joy, of discovery, of lust and of love all mixed together. The room seemed to swirl as Samantha pushed deeper into Lisa’s mouth. Now her tongue was dancing everywhere, all around Lisa’s mouth, embracing Lisa’s tongue and releasing it. Their breaths grew deeper.

Samantha’s hands were on Lisa’s back, pulling the girl into her body, but now she started to glide her hands all around Lisa’s smooth back, caressing her from the nape of her neck to the waist, slowly going up and down, drinking in the silky soft skin of this amazing young girl.

Lisa had never kissed like this before. She had heard about it, but never experienced it, and with her newfound friend, this was making her dizzy. She didn’t wanted it to stop, wanted this feeling to go on and on forever. She felt like she was floating in air as Samantha gave her a caressing back rub.

Samantha knew she was soaking wet. Her heart was racing. She felt a high like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was just about mouth-fucking the most beautiful 12-year-old she had ever seen, feeling her up, and she knew it was the first time Lisa was experiencing any of these feelings. The room began to spin a little faster for Samantha.

She moved her hands in wider and wider paths, now caressing Lisa’s sides. She wanted to see if Lisa gave any sign of resistance or rejection. If anything, Lisa clung tighter and uttered a few more deep moans. When Samantha’s hands caressed Lisa’s sides, near her puffy boobies, Samantha’s thumbs reached out toward them a little more with each pass. After a few times of touching the sides of her puffies, Lisa eased her tight hug and leaned back on the couch, giving those caressing hands full access to her budding mounds.

Samantha sucked in a deep breath as she eased her hands over those sweet nipples for the first time. It was like an electric shock hit both girls at once as they moaned in unison. Samantha touched them with her fingertips at first, making tender circles around and across them, sometimes raking her fingernails across them and then gently squeezing those buds.

How long this went on, Samantha could never really recall. She just knew that after a while, she eased Lisa onto her back on the couch and kissed the girl over and over and over all across her face, chin and neck, making a trail down toward Lisa’s now tightly stiff nipples.

Lisa gasped as Samantha gave each nipple long slow licks before tenderly sucking it into her mouth, again using a swirling tongue to send lighting bolts through the young girl’s body. Back and forth she went, in no rush. Lisa delighted in every touch and caress and lick, even feeling the thrill of Samantha’s breath on her wet nipples. She felt like she might pass out or just melt at any moment. The tingly feeling in her pussy had long since passed. A warm glow from down there made her think she might have peed on herself a little, but she was beyond caring about anything in the world. A few minutes ago, she’d never wanted the kissing to stop, but now that was a fleeting memory, replaced by the touches and licks and kisses and tender sucks on her boobs – this was the feeling that must never stop now!

It felt like hours to Samantha as she kept nuzzling Lisa’s nubbins. She was glad that earlier she had put a few jazz CD’s on to play. The gentle music matched the love the girls were feeling on the couch. At long last, Samantha trailed her kisses up to Lisa’s mouth again. Several more minutes later, she slowly backed off Lisa’s lips and whispered, “Hang on just a sec, I gotta breathe again.”

Both girls erupted into nervous laughter. They clung to each other like that for a second or two until, pretending to swoon, Samantha twisted away and fell with a breathy sigh to the floor. More laughter and endless giggles. Both were breathing very hard, very fast. Lisa sank back into the couch, drifting on a cloud of love and lust.

Samantha, on her back on the carpet, was dizzy – a thousand thoughts racing through her head, all bouncing around and often bouncing into each other. What have I done? What if she tells on me, or brags about this to friends at school? What if she regrets this tomorrow? What if, what if, what if?

As confusion was racing through Samantha’s head, Lisa leaned over to look down. From this crazy angle, Samantha refocused her attention on her new little lover.

With a voice barely above a whisper, Lisa smiled and said, “Holy shit, that was all so amazing! I never felt anything like that, I never wanted it to stop, I was, and still am, drifting, floating, oh, thank you!”

Samantha was suddenly very weak, like she had just run a marathon. She tried to get up, but her muscles were mush. She tried to say something in response, but the words would not form in her mouth. All she could do was offer Lisa a huge smile and a deep moan, followed with more laughter.

Lisa flopped back onto the couch and without realizing it at first, found she had reached into her panties and was stroking her pussy, letting her middle finger slip in just a little as she rubbed slowly up and down.

When Samantha finally could speak, it was almost a shock to Lisa.

“Wow,” Samantha said, sitting up, “did you come? ‘Cuz I did, and that was without even touching myself at all. Holy shit indeed!”

Both girls, each in their own way, realized at that moment they had crossed into uncharted territory. They had pushed into a new place neither had ever been before, like setting out onto a adventure without really planning to do so.

“Okay, I’m gonna do something really crude now,” Samantha quickly said, “so hold your breath and don’t hate me – blame it on the Chinese food, okay?”

Lisa hardly had a second to think about what her friend had said when the room echoed with a short but very loud fart. In a little girl voice, Samantha simply said, “Sorry.” Lisa laughed harder than she had ever done in her whole life. They both giggled uncontrollably, and just as one would almost stop laughing, the other would start up again, bring the other along with them in the silly but special shared feeling of fun.

Suddenly Samantha sprang to her feet. “Omigod, that stinks!” Then she bounded up the stairs, calling, “See ya!”

Lisa took a moment to react, but soon was on Samantha’s heels again. She found her pacing her bedroom in a circle, asking herself a question aloud, “Shower or swim – shower or swim?”

Just as the younger girl was about to suggest an answer, she was thrilled and stunned when Samantha quickly tugged off her panties and yelled, “Time for skinny dippin’!”

Lisa tried to keep up as Samantha raced down and plunged into the pool. Along the way, she kept thinking about the quick glimpse she’d had of Samantha’s shaved pussy, and the nice way her bare ass looked bouncing down the stairs.

She stood poolside, watching Samantha do a couple of underwater laps. As she broke the surface and gasped for air at the far end of the pool, Samantha looked around and saw Lisa just standing and staring at her.

“Come on, silly girl, it’s a really warm night, no school tomorrow, no ‘rents to worry about, and with the big fence, no one can see us, so relax, it feels sooooo good to swim naked, come on in!”

It took Lisa about a half second to process this clear line of logic. With newfound courage, she slipped off her panties, trotted to the deep end and jumped in. She glided to the shallow end, popped up for air, then dove under again, gliding to the deep end.

She reached up to hold onto the edge of the pool and suck in the night air. The deep blue pool lights gave a magical glow to the water as it sparkled on their bodies. “Oh, you’re so right, that feels so good! So much better than wearing any kind of swimsuit or anything.”

“See? Trust me, honey, I will only show you the good stuff. This is living, huh?”

Lisa giggled again as she dove and skimmed the surface to the shallow end, turned and floated on her back to the deep end again. She was surprised when she looked up and Samantha wasn’t there. She looked around some more and saw her sitting, head just above the water, at the shallow end.

“I swam under you as you floated above,” Samantha grinned. “Kind of a cool view! I also got tired of holding myself up, so I thought I’d come over here and just sit.”

Lisa smiled and dog paddled to join her friend, and they sat next to each other in silence for a while.

Gazing up into a starry sky, Samantha finally said, “Wow, makes you feel really tiny, sometimes, looking at the stars and thinking that each one of those dots is a sun, and maybe a few have planets, like ours, spinning around them, and maybe some of ‘em even have life like us, you know? Makes you think, anyway.”

Lisa was on a natural high. She had just experienced the most incredibly exciting feelings she’d ever known with Samantha on the couch; her tummy was full of food she hardly ever had; she’d followed Samantha out here to skinny dip at night on a whim; she felt the caress of water on her naked body on a pool for the first time; and now they sat looking up into the endless night sky, thinking about things and places she had never really thought about before.

It was there, in the pool, sitting with this amazing new friend that Lisa began to realize she was falling in love with Samantha. It was like a fuzzy feeling that she’d had for the past few hours, now coming into clearer focus.

She wanted to come up with something really smart, really romantic to say. But Lisa wasn’t able to put her racing thoughts into words very well at the moment. At last, she settled with simply saying, “This is great!”

“Want to feel even better than we did on the couch?” asked Samantha, with a sly grin.

“Sure, but I mean, I don’t think that’s possible.”

“You’re gonna have to trust me – you brave enough to do that?”

Lisa could only nod.

“Good. Go get the cushion off a lounge chair, and bring it right here, to the edge of the pool.”

The 12-year-old did as she was told.

“Now lay on your back, and dangle your legs from the knees down into the water.”

After Lisa was settled in place, Samantha glided over, reached out and began to caress the girl’s body, making soft circles around her budding tits, across and down her firm smooth tummy and rubbing her palms a bit into Lisa’s hairless pussy on the way to rubbing her long pretty legs.

Over and over this went. Samantha’s hands moved a bit slower each time. She spent more time caressing Lisa’s pussy. Lisa reacted by pulling her legs out of the water, resting her heels on the edge of the pool, and spreading widely. Samantha watched in awe as Lisa’s outer lips parted invitingly. Her rubbing became a bit harder then, fingers slipped in more and more, until that’s all Samantha was doing – fingering Lisa to a frenzy.

Rubbing firm circles around Lisa’s clit, sliding across it gently and blowing streams of air from her mouth on the now stiff clit told Samantha Lisa was getting close to a good one. Lisa had long since closed her eyes. She was gasping for air. She was pushing her pussy into Samantha’s hand. But nothing had prepared the girl for Samantha’s fluttering tongue as it flickered across her clit.

Unable to hold back any longer, Samantha nuzzled into Lisa’s glistening pussy, encircling her clit with her lips, sucked gently as her tongue kept dancing all around. Lisa gasped loudly and arched her back high, thrusting her pussy even more into Samantha’s loving mouth. Soon she was trembling and bucking, uttering a deep moan that said it all.

Samantha kept her lips locked on the sweet smooth pussy when she suddenly felt a couple of quick and very hot squirts hit the back of her throat. Not only was this the first time Lisa had been licked there, not only was this her first orgasm with another girl, not only did she come very hard in the young woman’s mouth – she’d actually been so excited that she had squirted her juices.

It took a moment for Samantha to realize that Lisa also had squealed very loudly as she was squirting — so loud she now worried about the neighbors coming to look over the fence and see if everything was all right. It was several more moments before Samantha could recover enough from her own orgasm that she found enough strength to climb from the pool, pick up Lisa, and carry the still moaning and shaking girl into the house, away from possible prying eyes.

Somehow she managed to carry Lisa upstairs and place her on her bed. Then she resumed the loving licks to the most perfect pussy she had ever seen. It was nearly an hour later when Lisa clamped her legs against Samantha’s head and pushed her away.

“Oh, it hurts now.”

Samantha giggled, “That’s okay, babe, that’s how it goes. A pussy can take only so much loving, and somehow it’s like you flip a switch and suddenly that clitty is way too tender for any touching at all. You just need to lie back and float on the feelings – rest, float, dream. You’re here with me, honey, safe and loved. Just relax and float away.”

Samantha’s words were like music to Lisa. She did feel like she was floating away, high into the clouds on a perfect day. Soon she was sound asleep and Samantha just lay next to her, smiling. The kid had such an afterglow of love. It was a feeling that no words could ever really describe properly. She just knew that this was a perfect way to share love. It made Samantha dizzy to think of all the other things she could share with Lisa – heck, she hadn’t even brought out her toys yet.

But that could wait until tomorrow. For now, she just pulled a sheet over them and cuddled with Lisa and fell into the most restful sleep she had ever known.

THE END

NOTE: Unfortunately, dear readers, that’s all she wrote. The author hinted at the possibility of more, but so far, six years later, this is it. – Juicy Secrets

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 6

  • Posted on September 28, 2017 at 8:50 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Several days passed while everyone allowed her pussy to have some “time off for good behavior.” The girls and women were quite sore from their fun and needed the rest. Still, pussies don’t remain calm for too long, at least not in these households.

One morning Sandra woke up horny and decided to surprise her daughters. She had been having a sex dream involving a roomful of girls aged seven to nine, and an orgasm woke her. It was still early, yet, and her husband was snoring beside her. She knew a brass band couldn’t wake him until his alarm went off. She always found it amusing that he had trained his body for the shrill beeping of his bedside alarm, yet she could turn the TV in the bedroom on so loud she could feel the sound waves making the sheets vibrate, and he would keep snoring.

Rising from bed and walking naked out of her bedroom, she went down the hall to Laura and Emily’s room. Her son had spent the night with a friend, so she didn’t have to worry about waking him. Easing the door to her girls’ bedroom open, she peeked inside. Laura was on her back, the covers down to her waist. She was at least topless. Emily lay beside her older sister on her side. The covers were kicked off her entirely. She was more than topless; she was naked. The dim light from the nightlight they insisted on to be able to see their way to the bathroom in the night, cast enough for Sandra to see Emily’s pussy lips. Her younger daughter had one leg hiked up, the knee nearly touching the girl’s breasts. The other leg was straight, allowing Sandra to see the girl’s treasures.

Sandra eased onto the girls’ queen-size bed, careful not to wake them just yet. She wanted to take a moment to gaze at their naked beauty. She figured Laura was just as naked as her sister, but she wouldn’t know that until she could get the covers off. Leaning down, she placed her face mere inches from Emily’s pussy. She could smell the girl’s pussy and felt her mouth water in anticipation of what she was about to do. She inhaled deeply, savoring the young teen’s fragrance, then moved closer until her lips touched the tender inner labia. Her tongue snaked out, beginning its massage of the sensitive flesh.

Emily stirred immediately and made a small grunting sound as the reality of what was happening nudged her from slumber.

“Mom?” she said, sleep slurring her speech, making her sound slightly intoxicated.

“Good morning, baby,” Sandra said. “I woke up from a sexy dream and just had to come explore your bodies.”

Laura began to wake up as well. She definitely was not like her father in that any sound would rouse her. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“Mom’s licking my pussy,” Emily said. Sandra nearly laughed at the nonchalance of her tone. She could have been saying, “Pass the biscuits” as far as the tone of her voice was concerned.

Laura moved to where she could watch the action. She loved seeing her mother locking her lips onto Emily’s pussy. She herself had done that plenty of times, but she always enjoyed what she always referred to as “taking in a show.” As she watched her mom eating Emily’s cunt, Laura reached down and began softly toying with her own clit, another activity she had a special name for when she began masturbating: “priming the pump.” As she toyed with herself, she moved to the floor and began licking her mother’s pussy, savoring the tart taste of the mature woman’s juices.

Soon, Sandra had Emily nearing a massive orgasm. Sandra tongued and nipped at her daughter’s clit, which was small but a well-defined nub of flesh that protruded from beneath its small hood. Sandra could feel her own orgasm approaching as well as Laura expertly licked her mom’s pussy. The woman was amazed her girls were so good at it, and she had to remind herself that they had been practicing the art of cunnilingus for years with each other and their former sitter and that woman’s two young daughters.

Emily began to thrash about and grunt as she came. She arched her back into a small hill while simultaneously pushing her pussy toward her mom’s mouth to increase the sexy contact. Laura, meanwhile was having trouble maintaining oral contact with her mother’s slit because the woman was also bucking and heaving as the orgasm took her, not to mention Laura’s desire to bring herself off while licking her mother.

Soon, Emily was scooting away from Sandra’s mouth as her pussy became too sensitive to maintain the contact. Laura began coming as well, and after her climax, the two girls and their mother spread out on the bed together, kissing and holding each other in the afterglow of tremendous sex between the two teens and their mother.

“Okay,” Sandra said. “I’ve got to get back to my room. If your father comes looking for me, I would hate to see his reaction at what he’d find.”

“You think he’d be pissed?” Laura asked, giggling at the thought of her dad’s face if he walked in to find them all naked in bed together with the smell of pussy saturating the air in the bedroom.

“Honestly?” Sandra said, “I think he’d probably be turned on.”

The girls giggled at the mental image of their dad sporting a boner in his tighty-whities.

“What would you do if Dad fucked one of us?” Laura asked.

“Kill him.” Sandra said this with enough seriousness the girls became quiet. “I can’t get you pregnant, and I’m as much about you having your jollies as I am about mine. Men, on the other hand, can get selfish when it comes to getting off. Your dad never has been selfish with me in that way, but I’m not sure how he’d be with the two of you. My guess is he’d just want to get off and the hell with you two.”

“Well, we won’t let him, okay?” Emily said. She loved her dad, but the idea of him sticking his dick in her was not appealing in the least.

With that, Sandra rose from the bed after giving the girls a final kiss.

“When he leaves for work, you two can do whatever you want.”

“I don’t know about Laura,” Emily said, “but I’m too tired for more right now.”

“Me, too,” said Laura.

———————————–

Kate woke that same morning with a bad case of what she’d started calling “the hornies.” She could have had some fun with Kelli, but she wanted something else. Something… younger. She lay in bed thinking about Linda and Mandy, the eight- and six-year-old sisters who had visited the other day. She thought about their bald little pussies and how delicious they were. Her fingers played in her own slit, but her mouth watered for the little ones just a few blocks away.

Rising, she put on a skirt and t-shirt — nothing else — and went outside to get on her bike. Kelli was going over to see their neighbors, and Kate knew what would happen there, but she had her heart set on the little ones.

“Later,” she said to Kelli as she started out the door. Their mom was at work, so they were home alone, and so they were free to do whatever they wished.

“Where you goin’?” Kelli asked.

“Just gonna ride my bike for a while,” Kate answered, not wanting to include Kelli in what she hoped would be happening in the next half hour. She wanted the girls alone. She knew Holly would be there, of course, but she didn’t mind if the girls’ mother either watched or joined in, though she was actually hoping she would do no more than watch.

Kelli looked at her sister, suspicious of where she was going. Ever since the freedom to engage in sex had started, Kelli’s every thought was about sex, it seemed. She suspected Kate might be going to meet a friend she’d managed to get in bed without telling her sister. Oh, well, Kelli thought. Let her have her fun. I’m going to be having mine, after all.

Kate walked out the door and got on her bike, being careful not to flash everyone she met as she pedaled over to the girls’ house. Then, as she rode along, she wondered what it would be like to actually flash someone. Would they enjoy it? She knew if it was a boy, he would love it, but she wasn’t interested in giving a boy a glimpse of her charms. Another girl, perhaps, would be great. The younger the better, though not too young. Really little girls might tell.

She hadn’t gone far when she noticed Becky Wheeler, a girl from the neighborhood. Becky was nine-years-old and had just finished third grade. She started circling the girl, who was squatting down and playing with something on the ground.

“Hey, Becky,” Kate said. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Just playin’.”

“I’m riding my bike,” Kate said.

“I see that.”

Kate was frustrated that Becky wasn’t looking up, so she said, “I got new tassels for my bike.”

She watched Becky as she looked up to see the new tassels. At first, the girl didn’t notice that Kate was not wearing panties, but then she saw. It was obvious to Kate from the sudden widening of the girl’s eyes and the way Becky quickly looked back at the ground.

“What is it?” Kate asked.

“Nothin’,” Becky said, her gaze intent on the ground.

“You noticed, didn’t you?”

“Noticed what?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Kate said.

“Okay, so I saw you aren’t wearing panties.”

“It feels nice,” Kate said.

Becky looked up at Kate, who had stopped her bike and was facing Becky, one foot up on a pedal, which was positioned at the highest point of the gear to allow the best view for the little girl. Becky grinned. “Why are you not wearing panties?” Becky asked.

“Cuz it feels great like this. The air hits my pussy and makes it tingle.”

“My mom says ‘pussy’ is a bad word.”

“So?” Kate said and looked around. “I don’t see your mom here anywhere.”

“No, she’s not. She’s at work. Tanya is watching me.” Tanya was Becky’s older sister, who was sixteen.

“You should try going out in a skirt and no panties sometime. It makes you feel grown up.”

Becky continued to look at Kate. “Grown-ups don’t go around with no panties,” she said, her eyes still glued to Kate’s bare pubes.

“Sure they do. When they’re feeling sexy.”

“Are you feeling sexy?” Becky asked.

“Promise not to tell?”

“Promise.”

“Yeah. I feel sexy a lot of the time.”

Becky grinned. “Me too sometimes.”

Kate wanted to get over to Linda and Mandy’s, so she didn’t stick around for long, but she wanted to get with Becky later if she could. “I gotta go, but maybe we can get together later. Would you like that?”

Becky said, “And do what?” She wore a mischievous grin that said she knew it might involve something to do with sex.

“Who knows?” Kate said with a sly grin of her own and pedaled off. She turned to take one last look at Becky, who was watching her leave. Kate dared herself to flip up her skirt so Becky could see her butt, and that’s exactly what she did. Becky giggled and Kate continued to the young girls’ house.

When she got there, she parked her bike in the driveway and walked up to ring the doorbell. A moment later, Linda opened the door. When the little girl saw who it was, she grinned and shouted to someone in the house, “It’s Kate!”

“Is it okay if I come in?” Kate asked.

“Sure,” said Linda and stepped back. As Kate entered, Holly came out of the kitchen, drying her hands.

“Hey, Kate!” the woman said, greeting the child with a grin of her own. “What brings you here this morning?”

“I was wondering if the girls might want to play some.” Kate’s meaning was clear that she meant more than playing pretend games.

At that moment, Mandy, the six-year-old entered the room. “Kate!” she shouted and ran to hug the girl. When she finished hugging Kate, she stepped back. “Did you come over to lick our pussies?”

Kate laughed and Holly joined her. “My, it seems your tongue has quite a fan!” Holly said.

“You’d love it too, if she licked you!” Mandy said to her mother.

“I’ve got some chores to do right now, so you girls can play in the girls’ room,” said Holly, continuing to grin. “Maybe I’ll be able to try out that magnificent tongue later.”

“I’d like that,” said Kate and took the two little girls by the hand and they escorted Kate to their room.

When they got there, Kate said, “I rode my bike over with no panties on,” and she lifted her skirt to show them.

“Wow!” said Linda.

“Let’s get naked,” said Mandy as she tugged her shorts down to the floor.

As if she could tell what was happening in the bedroom, Holly called out, “Don’t leave your clothes on the floor, girls!”

Mandy giggled and picked up the shorts, putting them in a basket in their closet. She shucked her panties and t-shirt and stood before her older sister and Kate completely naked. She stretched out her arms and said, “Ta-da!”

They all laughed and Kate reached over and pulled Linda’s shorts and panties down together. The child stepped out of the garments and lifted her t-shirt over her head before picking up all the clothes to put them in the basket.

Kate spread her arms out, indicating she wanted the girls to undress her. They fiddled with the skirt’s clasp and soon it lay in a puddle on the floor at Kate’s feet. She helped them with her top since they weren’t tall enough to pull it over the older girl’s head. They were now all three naked and ready for some sex.

“Let’s lie down on your bed,” Kate said, and the girls scrambled onto the soft mattress.

Again, Holly called from somewhere in the house, “Be sure to make the bed when you finish with it. I hope you don’t mind helping with that, Kate.”

Kate was surprised that Holly seemed to know exactly what they were doing as they did it. First, she seemed to know Mandy had left her shorts on the floor. Now, she knew they were in the bed. Then the thought occurred to her that of course Holly would know they would mess up the bed. They were going to have sex in the girls’ room, after all. Still, the timing seemed odd.

Kate had the two little ones lie beside each other and spread their legs. They giggled as Kate stared at their soft, bare vulva.

“Are you ready for me to lick you?” she asked them.

“Yes!” said Linda.

“Do it!” said Mandy.

Kate leaned in and started tonguing Linda’s pussy first. Her tongue sought the child’s tiny clit, and she began bathing the sensitive nub of flesh with her saliva, licking the child from vagina to clit and back again, then flicking her tongue back and forth on the child’s tenderest organ. Linda began to squirm with the joyful feelings Kate’s tongue was providing.

Just as the child began to really enjoy what the older girl was doing to her, Kate switched over to an impatient Mandy, who had already begun playing with her pussy and saying, “When is it my turn?”

Mandy lay back and grinned as Kate began licking the child’s puffy slit. Kate watched the girl’s face beaming at her as the older girl watched from between Mandy’s legs. The child’s face glowed as Kate used her tongue to bring Mandy’s clit to a mass of throbbing flesh.

For her part, Kate was enjoying this more than she ever thought she could. The soft pillows of flesh enfolding the children’s slits felt like warm dough against her mouth. They tasted as sweet as peppermint. Kate reveled in the feeling of having her mouth pressed against Mandy’s pussy.

When the girl was getting close, Kate switched again, once more licking the delicious pussy Linda offered. A subdued moan of irritation came from Mandy as Kate’s mouth left her, but she was greeted by a sigh of contentment from Linda.

Mandy immediately placed her hand on her mound and began masturbating. Kate kept her eye on Mandy and as the child began to mount toward her orgasm, Kate reached over and took the child’s wrist and pulled it away from Mandy’s pussy. A cry of frustration filled the room.

“I was about to come!” Mandy said.

“I know,” Kate said, pulling back for a moment from Linda’s pussy. “I want to make you come.”

“Then do it!” demanded Mandy.

“It’s okay, Kate. You can bring her off first. Then you can do me,” Linda said, apparently used to Mandy’s insistence her needs be seen to first.

Kate returned to Mandy’s little pussy, once again locking her lips onto the soft pillow of flesh and rapidly swiping her tongue across the child’s clit. Within seconds, Mandy began to make rhythmic grunts of pleasure as the six-year-old’s orgasm approached. Then Mandy raised her butt from the mattress and squealed, followed by spasms that coursed through the little girl’s body. Shivers and sudden tremors took Mandy as the orgasm’s power subsided. As she had before, she grinned at Kate and drifted off to sleep.

“She does that every time she has a big one,” Linda said. “Mom says she wishes she could be that satisfied.”

At that moment, Kate and Linda heard a sudden gasp. Turning toward the girls’ bedroom door, they saw Holly, the girls’ mother, standing there, her shorts down to her knees and her hand inside her panties.

“Go ahead,” Holly said, taking a moment to divest herself of shorts and panties completely. “I just want to watch you get Linda off the way you just did Mandy.”

Kate smiled at Holly and turned to Linda. “You ready?” she asked. Linda grinned in reply and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide to allow Kate access to the girl’s smooth pussy.

As Kate moved toward the pussy, Holly moved toward the bed to get where she could see what Kate was doing to her daughter. Kate began devouring the eight-year-old’s pussy, but she kept her eyes on Holly’s face. The woman seemed to communicate with Kate as the eleven-year-old began bringing Linda to an orgasm. ‘Make her come big,’ seemed to be what the girl’s mother was saying with her eyes.

Kate continued to watch Holly as the woman plunged two fingers into her cunt. Kate could hear the squelching sound of the pistoning fingers that plunged into the gobs of wetness in the woman’s vagina, even above the sounds her mouth and tongue were making on Linda’s pussy. Kate watched as Holly moved to her knees above the girls. Holly kept her gaze on Kate’s mouth as it pleasured Linda’s pussy. The woman’s mouth opened, forming an “O” to indicate the approaching climax. She began to shudder and tremble.

Linda began to do the same thing, her body reacting to the joy she was experiencing. The convulsions began as the child began to come, followed by Holly’s orgasm slamming into her. The woman’s squeals of delight matched her daughter’s as the two came together.

Kate, meanwhile, was thanking her lucky stars she had been introduced to this family. She had these two little girls available to her whenever the desire hit them. And summer was only just beginning. She had noticed that Holly had a pool out back, surrounded by a privacy fence and accessible through the sliding plate-glass doors that opened onto the patio. She imagined the mother and two daughters naked in the pool, and was certain that the three had enjoyed sex there many times before. She intended to be a part of that little scene soon, perhaps even later that day.

“Your turn,” Linda said, moving to where she could lick Kate’s sopping pussy. For the past year, Kate had noticed that when she became horny, she would produce more and more fluids to coat her lips, making the friction of her fingers — or someone else’s for that matter — more delightful.

Linda stuck her cute, little butt into the air and began licking Kate while Holly maneuvered for a better view. Kate was thrilled that Holly had joined them. She loved the idea that the woman got so turned on by her own daughters and their sexual enjoyment.

The child pressed her mouth to Kate’s wetness and began to tongue the older girl’s pussy. Kate could feel Linda pushing her tongue into the open pussy, tongue-fucking her vagina before moving to swipe across Kate’s clit. At eight, Linda was an expert at licking pussies. Kate found herself wishing she and Kelli had started that soon in life. To her, it seemed they had wasted several years before discovering the fun they could have together. Holly was certainly bringing her daughters up right, in Kate’s opinion. If only her own mother had begun their sexual education so early.

Kate felt the tremors of the approaching orgasm. Looking again into Holly’s eyes, she said, “I’m gonna come!” Then her eyes closed as the orgasm took her. Like the others, she moaned and rocked and spasmed as the climax took her. It was an amazing one, and the image of little Becky, naked and spread-eagled on a bed, came to her in the middle of her orgasm, making her wonder if that would ever happen and hoping it would. Privately, Kate wanted to seduce every little girl in the neighborhood. Fuck! The entire city, even! She knew she would never be able to do that, but she lay in Linda and Mandy’s bed enjoying the afterglow and imagining herself with every little girl at her elementary school, naked in a big room while they all enjoyed each other’s bodies. The world’s biggest orgy of little girls. That was what Kate wanted to experience.

She knew she never would, of course, but that didn’t keep her from enjoying the fantasy.

Continue on to Chapter 7

Sketching My Sister, Part Two

  • Posted on September 27, 2017 at 2:33 am

By GrandMoff

Because I went to Chico with Ms. Wallace and to Paradise with Ame, I piled up sketches fast. I went through book after book, filling each. Korrina and Ame said they were excellent and I accepted the praise graciously.

On the last Friday in July, I was at Ame’s apartment again. She wanted to show me something before the session, but made me promise not to laugh.

“Drawings of yours?” I asked coolly.

Her eyes widened.

“I know you too well, Ame. I promise not to laugh at your work. I’m sure it’s very good stuff, and I’d never laugh at you. Don’t you know that?”

“You do know me too well!” She pulled a sketchbook from her top shelf. “Here they are.”

“They’re good,” I said as I turned the pages slowly. “For the work of a beginner, they’re very, very good.”

“They’re based on your sketches — not much more than copies,” she said. “I know how much you improved, working with a model. Do you think I could learn faster that way too?”

“Without a doubt,” I said.

“Then could you model for me after I have for you?”

“Me? Me?”

“Please, Bara? Just once?”

Her brown doe eyes were impossible to resist. “All right. I owe you. You’ve done so much for me; I’ll do it.”

“Thank you!” She smiled warmly. “Give me a minute and I’ll pose for you first.” She put away her sketches, slipped out of her clothes, and let me direct her. I had her try six poses in an hour and a half. She was perfect, as usual.

She put on her robe while I set down my pencils and paper. “My turn, I guess?” I asked with a nervous laugh.

“I’ll get my book and pencils. I have a robe and hangers waiting for you on my closet door.”

I went to her bedroom and began to undress. It seemed a little more difficult than usual, but I soon had my shirt and shorts hanging on the doorknob, my underwear folded neatly, and one of Ame’s comfortable cotton robes draped loosely on my body. I rejoined Ame in the living room.

“Ready when you are,” she said. “I’d like to start with a kneeling pose, right knee up, next to the bookshelf, looking out the window.”

I swallowed hard. I undid the sash, opened the robe, and let it slide off my body. As I got down on one knee, I stumbled just a bit. Ame noticed.

Her voice was concerned. “Bara, hold out your hand.”

I did.

Next thing I knew, she was kneeling beside me, holding me securely. “Oh my poor Bara-chan; you’re shaking like a leaf! Please forgive me. I had no idea this would upset you so much.”

Her compassion moved me. I forced a smile onto my face. “Thank you, Ame-chan, but let me pose for you. I want to. I need to have more courage. It’s not like you’re asking me to do something painful or embarrassing. I want to do this for you; I’ll get used to it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. But we can stop any time.”

My smile became genuine. “Right.” I was still a bundle of nerves, but I got into the pose that Ame wanted. I could feel her eyes on me. I felt flushed. My heart thumped.

“So beautiful,” she murmured. I don’t think she thought I could hear her. I didn’t agree, but now wasn’t the time to argue. I kept my mouth shut.

Ame had me adopt four more poses before she was finished. I was right: I stopped trembling a minute or two after we began and felt at ease in her presence. But I didn’t forget my nudity. Indeed, I stayed excited as her depthless dark brown eyes studied me. I found myself enjoying her gaze while she saw all my secrets, and that was a little shocking. But I guessed it was normal. Otherwise, who would ever model?

“I’m done,” Ame said, setting down her book. “Thank you very much.”

I put on the robe she’d given me. “No problem. It was fun.”

She turned to look at me. Her eyes were wide with surprise. “Bara… you’re amazing, you know that?”

My cheeks grew hot. “No, I’m not,” I said, looking at my toes.

“You are. Believe it.” She gently lifted my chin. “You have the concentration, the patience, the confidence; you’re remarkable. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

I couldn’t talk, but I beamed at her, showing my gratitude.

“Come on,” she said. “We’ll have chocolate cake with our tea and we’ll show each other our sketches.”

I made the tea. She served the cake. We sat next to each other at her table, looking at our work. She praised mine — and they were good, if I say so myself. Then we looked at her drawings.

“They’re good, but don’t exaggerate so much,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Ame asked.

“You’ve made me look too good. In this facial study, for example,” I held up the sketch and pointed, “the lips, the eyes and the lashes, they aren’t–”

“Come on, I want to show you something,” she said, grabbing my arm and leading me to her bedroom. She brought me to her mirror and stood behind me.

Her little finger gently touched my face, moving as she talked. “These lashes are beautiful,” she said quietly. “They have to be: they frame the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. These lips, they’re gorgeous — so full, so exquisite. I — I can’t help wanting…” She fell silent.

“What, Ame? You can say it.”

She gazed at me with pleading eyes. “Bara-chan, I know you might hate me for asking, but just once… may I kiss you?”

Her intensity was frightening, exciting, and completely irresistible. My sister, yes — but she was alluring. I longed to be kissed by her. She had me. “Yes,” I squeaked.

Oh, she knew how to kiss! Her delicious, tender lips slowly caressed mine, a small bit at a time, leaving no part neglected. I grew weak in the knees as her heavenly mouth made pure contact with mine. I did my best to follow her lead.

Apparently, she liked what I did. “Oh, you’re a great kisser,” she whispered after we’d separated. “I’m really glad I asked. Bara, was that too wrong of me?”

“It wasn’t wrong at all,” I said, reaching out and running my fingers through her hair. “I’m happy. I love you, and I know you love me. I’m so…”

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed her again! She relaxed into it, and I was overwhelmed. Her smell, her feel, her taste — in that instant, she was a part of me.

I released her. She smiled at me with true joy. “You’re right,” she said. I do love you. The night I left for Chico, I cried, because I missed my sister.”

“I cried too,” I admitted, “each of the first three nights you were gone.”

“Would you come to lunch with me next week, before our next drawing meeting?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said.

*****

We had sandwiches and lemonade in Chico at 1:00, then we went back to her place in Paradise. She was wearing CoolWater — a wonderful fragrance — and as she drove, my glance kept drifting to her. She looked gorgeous in her tight red-and-white halter top and black denim miniskirt.

Was she trying to turn me on? She knew I loved that perfume. She kept shifting in her seat, causing her skirt to creep up toward her hips, revealing her lovely legs. She’d put a Keiko Matsui CD in her stereo and let it play softly. Every now and then, I’d catch her looking at me with a glimmer in her eye. She was affecting me, whether she meant to or not.

As soon as we entered her apartment, I had my answer. “Bara, I know I said ‘just once,’ but–” She leaned and brought her face to within inches of mine, never breaking eye contact.

I nodded, answering her unfinished plea.

We kissed. Her divine lips breathed sweet air into my lungs. She sighed into my mouth. I was aware of her chest pressed into mine, the strong, slender body I held in my arms. I knew that body by sight. Now I was learning it by touch also. Being with her was exciting. My heart was racing.

We separated, breathing heavily. “Like wine,” my sister said. “You’re intoxicating.” She shook her head, as if trying to clear it. “So! Shall I pose first?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I have three poses I know I need to see.”

She posed for me, and looked more gorgeous than ever. Two hours later, she put on her robe. I laid down my paper and stood. I shed my robe.

“Your tan lines are very appealing,” Ame said abruptly. “They highlight your skin tone and your innocence.” My cheeks and ears grew warm.

“You blush so easily; it’s adorable!” she continued. She advanced. I stood, not able to move. Her right index finger lightly touched the thin line of untanned skin between my breasts.

I gasped at the contact.

That seemed to wake her. She pulled away violently, as if she’d been electrocuted; and she turned her face away from me. “Please get dressed. I’ll take you home,” she said in a voice filled with pain.

“But Ame, we–”

“Don’t argue! You have to go. We have to stop doing this.”

I embraced her from behind. She struggled weakly, but I needed her reason, so I held her. “Why, sister? Have I done something wrong?”

“Because I want you.” Her voice quivered. “I thought I’d be able to control myself, but when I’m with you — I want to be your lover! I want to kiss you everywhere. I want to take you to bed. Let me go!”

I kissed her ear. She stood completely still. “I love you, Ame. If we separate now, when will we see each other next? Being away from you would hurt me. Wouldn’t it hurt you?”

“But… I want you. Not being able to have you hurts, too,” my older sister said softly.

I swallowed. “Then, please be gentle,” I stammered. I let my hands start wandering, very lightly, over her voluptuous body. I kissed each earlobe. She rested her hands on mine and relaxed into the front of my body.

“This is big, you know,” she groaned. “It’s serious. It means something. Are you sure you want to make love with me?”

And I did know, just then. “I want nothing else.”

Ame turned around. Her arms clasped my waist. “I’ll teach you,” she murmured into my neck. “Let me, my adorable young lover.” She pulled the barrettes from my hair and it fell free.

I wish I could say I remember it all, but I was overwhelmed. I burned beneath her touch. I didn’t know I could feel so much pleasure. I asked her to break my hymen and she did; I don’t remember any pain at all. I remember her lips, her tongue, her palms and fingers, her hair, her breath even. She used all she had to make me climax over and over. I was not even close to ready for this orgasmic deluge.

I woke in her arms in the early evening. She was awake, stroking my hair. My body ached everywhere, but it was a wonderful, dull ache that reminded me of my sister’s passion.

“How do you feel?” Ame asked, kissing my forehead.

“Oh,” I groaned. “Ah. I’m so worn out!”

“I might have overdone it,” she chuckled. “Sorry.”

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” she answered.

“I want to do that for you, but I know I couldn’t do as much as you’ve done for me.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Ame laughed. “You’ve always been a quick study.” She gave me a sly wink.

I crept up her body and kissed her perfect lips. “Let me know what you like. I want to make you happy,” I murmured. My muscles burned delightfully as I moved to lie full-length on top of her. I kissed her neck lightly.

“Mm,” she sighed, “very nice… but I like kisses on my upper chest even more.”

I did as she asked. I blanketed her shoulders and chest with kisses, though I left her areolas alone for the time being. Each time I kissed, the touch of my lips became a little lighter. Ame noticed.

“Losing interest?” she jibed between pants.

I grinned secretly. I knew I was getting to her.

“Come on, Bara!” she said at last. “You said you wanted me to tell you… what I liked.”

“But I never said I’d do it,” I whispered. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“I should have known you’d be a tease!” she said, laughing breathlessly. “How about my poor pussy? When’s she gonna get some love, huh?”

In answer, I crawled down her body, keeping my tongue in contact with her soft, smooth skin all the while. For the moment, I somehow resisted the temptation and bypassed her sweet-smelling, delicious-looking delta and worshipped her beautiful legs with my mouth. She seemed to like that, particularly when I kissed the hollows behind her knees.

“Oh, Bara!” Ame said quietly, her voice like an angel’s to my ears. My pulse raced. I lost all my patience. My hunger for my sister’s pussy surged. I put my shoulders beneath her legs and moved up. Her scent was so heavy it was tangible.

My tongue touched her lower lips. It was incredible. She gasped her delight. I went crazy with her taste and…

…Here again, my memory isn’t good enough. I can say this: my pleasure at making my sister come was as great as my orgasms had been earlier! I don’t expect anyone to believe it, but it’s true. Hearing her trying to speak my name — I can’t tell you the feelings it gave me.

At last, she had to push me away, and we both lay on her bed, in blissful union. We were totally aware of each other. I held her tight. We fell asleep.

Let me say here that I’m not self-absorbed. I know I’m not the first girl in history to make love with her sister. But I wondered if anyone had ever felt the way I did then. I woke with Ame in my embrace.

For an instant, I wondered if it had all been a dream. Then I felt a bit of guilt. But after that, I felt only gratitude. I’d found what most people never will, though they might spend their whole lives searching. I’d found the love of my life.

I lay there with my sleeping sister until she awoke. It might have been an hour or more.

I watched her as she woke up. She didn’t appear to go through the conflict I’d had. She gave me her dazzling smile. “I know your parents pretty well. I don’t think they’ll worry if you spend the night,” she offered.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “This bed’s comfy, and I’m sure we’ll be able to think of something to do to entertain ourselves.” I leaned down and kissed her.

“I love you,” Ame said when she could.

“I love you,” I answered.

“And I love you.”

“I love you too!”

“I love you — now come on; we need a shower.”

“’We need a shower’. I like how you’re thinking,” I said with a broad grin. “Ame, I can’t tell you — I mean, I love you so much…”

“I know, Bara-chan,” she said. “I don’t think there are any words for it.”

I stayed the night, all right. Ame and I had just discovered our passion, and we were insatiable.

The End

Amber II, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 26, 2017 at 10:49 am

By Tater Tot

I knocked on the door and waited until Mrs. C answered it with a smile.

“Come in, Amber, I was just going out to lay by the pool.”

I’d called that morning, and Mrs. C had told me Deanna was at her grandmother’s, but I was welcome to come hang out with her by the pool. She didn’t know that Deanna had already told me at school she was going to be away.

I followed Mrs. C out to the poolside and watched as she dropped the robe to reveal the tiny two-piece bathing suit she was wearing. She wasn’t built like Mom, but her breasts were awesome, and had a great body that was ample without being fat. She caught me watching, but I just gave her a smile and said, “Nice suit.”

She blushed a little, then grinned and said, “Well, let’s see yours.”

I flipped off my t-shirt and shimmied out of my sweatpants to reveal the bikini Mom and I had bought. Since I was cursed with no breasts, the top wasn’t large, but it was small enough to make what I had look okay. The bottom really looked good on my ass. Mom loved it and just had to fondle me a little in the dressing room. We bought the suit, since I got wet enough to make it impossible to sell to anyone else.

Mrs. C was watching me out of the corner of her eye as I laid on the lounge chair next to hers.

“Can you put some lotion on me, Mrs. C?” I asked drowsily.

“Of course,” she said as she came over, taking a seat on my chair beside me.

She put lotion on her hands, then started rubbing it into my shoulders and neck. She took her time, not rushing, almost giving me a massage.

I moaned a little and said, “That feels good.”

When she started down my back I said, “Can you undo the top? I don’t want a tan line.”

She hesitated, then pulled the string and laid my top out of the way. She took even longer there, her fingers sliding down and brushing along the side on my mostly non-existent breasts. I sighed softly when she did that, but didn’t say anything. She did my arms next, then slid down and did my lower back.

When she got to my ass, she massaged above it for a moment, then said, “Do you want to leave the bottoms on?”

“I’d love you to take them off, if you don’t mind,” I said. “I never wear them at home, but I didn’t know if you minded me going without.”

Mrs. C undid the ties on my bottoms, then slid them off me. I wondered if she’d noted the damp spot on the crotch.

When her hands started massaging my ass cheeks I gave another soft moan. Her fingers slid down my ass crack — not lingering like she wanted me to notice, but she did do it a couple of times.

I was breathing pretty heavily by the time she decided my ass was protected enough. She moved down to my feet next, making me giggle a couple of times, then began to coat my legs. She did both of them up to the knee before going higher.

Shifting to my left thigh, she began wrapping her hands around it and sliding her hands up my leg. She moved them up and down, getting closer to my pussy each time. I slid my legs further apart to give her room.

When her hand bumped my pussy I gave a somewhat louder moan, but didn’t move. She did that a couple of times, then moved to my other leg.

She was less restrained this time, letting her hand sort of rotate around my thigh and rub against my pussy when she reached the top, lingering longer this time. I was wet and probably dripping by the time she was done, and Mrs. C had to have felt it, if not smelled it.

She was a little breathless when she finally said, “Okay… how was th-that, Amber?”

Really nice,” I said in a contented voice. “I liked it.”

She sat there another moment, probably trying to decide what to do next, but finally got up, moved back to her chair and laid down.

I raised my head. “Do you want me to put some on you?”

She didn’t say anything for a second, then said, “Please.”

I got up, still completely naked, walked over and sat down next to her. Mrs. C’s face was red as she watched me walk over, my pussy fully exposed for her to see. She didn’t say anything.

I did what she’d done and started at her neck and shoulders. I took my time, enjoying the softness of her skin and how sexy she looked in that skimpy two-piece. When I reached her back, I untied her top and flipped it out of the way. She has much larger breasts than mine, so I got to feel her up really well as I massaged the lotion into her. She was breathing heavily, and I could see her hips moving as I worked.

When I got to her ass I did the same thing, just untying her suit and pulling it down and off. When my hands squeezed her cheeks, she made a loud sigh, then clenched up a little. I could see her pussy lips protruding in her excitement. Mom’s ass was better, but Mrs. C’s looked really good. Anyhow, it was a woman’s bare bottom and I was fondling it, so no complaints.

When my fingers stroked up and down her crack a couple of times, she whimpered, grinding her hips down into the lounge chair. I spent quite a while working on Mrs. C’s before moving down to her feet.

I had a clear view of her pussy and asshole, and stared at them as I worked. She was dripping wet, her pussy swollen and the lips glistening in the sun. I could smell her arousal. I licked my lips at the thought.

When I started on her inner thighs, my fingers brushed her pussy — and she came. She tried to not make it obvious, but her whole body tensed, and she made an odd sobbing noise as her hands clenched the arms of the deck chair.

I just kept rubbing her thigh, my hand stroking her pussy the whole time she was spasming. When she relaxed and lay there panting, I moved to the other leg. I did the same thing, masturbated her with the tips of my fingers — but she didn’t come, just got more excited.

I licked the juice off a finger, and thought, Not bad, before saying, “There you go.”

I padded back to my lounge chair and stretched out, enjoying the looks she was giving me.

About twenty minutes later I turned over and said, “Can you do my front?”

She made some kind of nervous sound, then said, “Of… of course.”

Her hands were shaking a little when she put lotion on them. Mrs. C started with my face, so I closed my eyes and just drifted for a while. When she was done, I opened them and watched her breasts as she worked on my shoulders. She caught me looking, but I didn’t act guilty, just closed my eyes and let her work undisturbed.

Mrs. C really, I mean really liked my breasts. How weird is that? I don’t even have any! She was trembling and making little noises when her hands moved over them. She was very obvious about stroking and squeezing my nipples. I didn’t say anything, just gave a happy sigh every now and then.

She was still hesitant, but let her fingers stroke my pussy as she worked, then really rubbed it when she did my thighs. I gave out a couple of good gasps before she was finished.

When she got up, I followed Mrs. C back to her chair, picking up the bottle of lotion without a word.

She was staring at my face as I started, but she eventually closed her eyes and kept them closed as I worked. Her breasts were great. I stroked, cupped, squeezed and fondled them as I coated them with lotion, not even bothering to pretend that I wasn’t molesting her.

Mrs. C was whimpering again, and her pussy was dripping by the time I worked my way between her legs. I kind of kept it gentle this time, not really petting her as I worked. She started thrusting her hips toward my hands as I stroked upwards, but I still didn’t touch her the way she wanted. When I was close to finishing she was all but chasing my hand with her pussy.

On the last stroke I moved between her legs and laid down, my face just inches from her cunt. My breath was caressing her lips as I said, “Do you want me to finish you off, Mrs. C?”

She let out a loud sob and didn’t say anything for a moment, then whispered, “Yes.”

I let my hands wrap around her thighs and put my lips just above her labia, breathing on her, watching the light hair move a little. She groaned and tried to move toward me, but I moved with her and said, “What do you want me to do?”

I blew gently across her lips and she gave a soft cry, “Oh, God, oh, God… Amber, eat me!”

My lips just barely touched her before moving away, getting another sob from Mrs. C as her body jerked in frustrated need.

“Beg me and I’ll make you come,” I said. “Beg me, and I’ll stick my tongue deep into your pussy.”

She began sobbing as she said, “Please… oh, God, Amber… please eat me!”

I pushed my face against her and shoved my tongue deep, then held tight as she came with a sharp scream, then loud sobs of “Oh, God… oh, yes. oh, God!”

Mrs. C was a messy one. She didn’t squirt, but she came a lot. As she slowed down I began to lick, tasting her and cleaning her up a little. After a moment I started sucking on her pussy lips, drawing them up some and working around her pussy. I went back to pushing my tongue inside, then trailed it upward until I found her clit. It didn’t protrude much, but I could tell that she wasn’t as sensitive as Mom, so I drew my tongue across it as she moaned and wailed.

She was a real talker, mumbling and yelling the whole time. When I brought up my right index finger and pushed it into her as I sucked on her clit, she came with a piercing scream. I hoped no one heard it.

I held her down as her hips thrashed around, using my finger to thrust into her a couple of times. This was a seriously strong orgasm, her body undulating enough to make me worry that she might throw us both off the chair.

When she was done, Mrs. C zonked out. I licked her a few times, then sat up and looked down at her. She had a very satisfied look on her face, and the way she was sprawled out made her seem like some kind of porn star.

I got up and gave her a soft kiss before putting my sweats and t-shirt back on, quietly letting myself out.

Mom always told me that anticipation made things better, so I figured I’d let Mrs. C think about things for a day or two. In the meantime, I was hoping that I could tell Mom what happened and get her hot enough to let me molest her some.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Home-Schooling

  • Posted on September 25, 2017 at 7:32 am

Ann and Una, Chapter 4

  • Posted on September 24, 2017 at 10:08 am

By Una

Ann brushed my reddened, tear-streaked cheek, kissed my sweaty forehead lightly and tiptoed back to her bed. She was gone before I knew. I lay listening to the whispering tide as it swished outside our window.

I couldn’t sleep after my excitement. Every part of me was tingling. In a trance, I put a hand on my chest. The damp patch showed it hadn’t been a dream: my sister’s mouth had been there, minutes ago, my nipple glazed with her saliva.

Her bed creaked. I wanted to whisper, to ask if she, too, was unable to sleep, but Mum and Dad were in the next room. The walls were thin. I put a finger and thumb on the wetness of the t-shirt. Oh my God. I never knew a nipple could feel so nice. No one had ever told me.

I pressed a finger and thumb on the hard bud through the damp t-shirt. My body reacted instantly. A flush started somewhere behind the ears, seeped into my cheeks, trickling down to warm my neck.

I relaxed my grip, astonished by the chorus of tingles. I squeezed again, cautiously, lightly — not expecting that strange response to be repeated. I’d never touched my nipple before — anyhow, not like that, pressing it sinfully between finger and thumb.

The reaction was so intense, I snatched my hand away as I squirmed in reflex action. Lying perfectly still, I tried to make sense of the combination of pulses that throbbed within me.

Slowly, the surging heat between my legs became an ache. I parted my thighs and raised my knees, then slipped a hand down. A curious middle finger traced the puffy lips. Suddenly it slipped between the soft segments. Inside was hot and slippery, but it was magic. A silken fairy elixir enticed my finger to further exploration.

I felt the raised dot Ann had fingered earlier. It was stiff, snuggling under the slick folds of my inner self. I parted the fleshy layers. Just a passing brush was enough.

The body music started again. Delicious sensations were simmering everywhere. I placed a hand on my chest and caught the nipple in a finger and thumb. I squeezed hard, then harder. How hard I could go before it became painful?

This was incredible. The finger between my legs seemed to have frozen all feeling in the nipple. And yet it was alive — and tingling. I pressed firmly into the juiciness down below.

Oh God! Pressing the dot between my legs harder only seemed to animate the nipple. The two were interconnected: the nipple and the secret bump floating in its magic elixir were sending unseen messages, urging each other to greater heights. No one had ever told me about this, not Mags, not Ellie, not Ann.

I stayed absolutely still. Ann’s bed creaked. I listened intently: she wasn’t asleep. For ages I lay quietly, hoping she’d think me asleep. I didn’t want her to know I was touching myself like this. I knew that this was the sin the nuns had warned us about.

My thoughts turned to Hell. I tried to stop. But the enchanted place held my finger like a magnet. Ann’s bed creaked again. And then I heard it: that distinctive sound she made. It was a barely audible sigh, almost a whimper. Then another sigh and a sudden intake of breath.

I was concentrating so much on the sounds from Ann’s bed that I hadn’t noticed how my fingers had started moving again — faster now. The right finger was circling, like a tiny machine out of control.

My t-shirt had ridden up. My fingers were squeezing the nipple, twisting, like tuning a radio. Oh my God, I can’t stop. Something out of this world had captivated me. There was another sigh. It was mine. My head tossed on the pillow, trying to escape the intensity of these sensations.

Something touched my forehead. Ann’s cool hand was calming, drawing me back to reality. She put her lips to my ear and hissed, “For Christ’s sake, Una! Be quiet or Mother will come!”

The moon through thin curtains showed her silhouette. Dim white light caught the contour of her bare breasts. She was only wearing knickers.

She leaned over, hand under the bedclothes. When she caressed my tummy it was reassuring. For a moment I thought I’d been having a dream. Then she was crouching at the bedside, asking, “Are you all right?”

I whispered, “Yes.” Suddenly, we seemed so close, my sister and me. It was as though, here, in this secret darkness, we were one and the same person.

Her hand moved lower, below my belly button. We were silent. She stroked my lower tummy. It began to tickle — rather, to tingle rather than tickle. The intense sensations that had made me swoon earlier were back in force.

The moving hand went lower. It reached the bump — my legs opened. I didn’t tell them to open, they seemed to have a mind of their own. I was amazed. What if I had told them not to part, would they have obeyed? I wanted to be in control, but wasn’t.

Ann’s palm was cupping the puffy lips of my sex. She put her mouth to my ear. “Did you get satisfaction, then?” she asked. As she spoke, her finger slipped into the wet cleft. Oh God. I squirmed like a trapped animal.

I said yes. I didn’t know what she meant, but at that instant I was wonderfully satisfied.

Ann whispered once more. “I didn’t — I didn’t get satisfaction. Not yet.”

She had taken my hand from under the bedclothes. The dim moonlight showed a thumb hooked in the waistband of her knickers, tugging them down. She widened her legs and guided my hand. I knew now what she meant by satisfaction.

Her knees bent against the bed. I was up on an elbow. She took my finger, steering it into her unseen thatch. The hair was sparse and silky, the sudden heat of her a shock.

My finger was squelching in her warm wetness. She was pushing it deeper into the juicy hole, until it could go no further. She held it there as she began to move her hips. They were rotating. Ann was working herself on my finger.

And then she stopped with a sudden shudder. She breathed deeply and sighed once. We stayed there, transfixed, my hand trapped between her clenched thighs. She gave another sigh, then bent to kiss me — and then she was gone.

*****

When my sister Ann and I headed to the dunes next morning, neither mentioned the night before. It was as though nothing had happened. Perhaps it hadn’t, it had been a dream, I thought. Mother was babbling while no one listened, Father was reading a book, Ann was staring out at the mountains sweeping down to the sea, blue in the far distance. Her eyes didn’t meet mine.

Was it all a dream — or had it been real and was she now immersed in shame or regret?

Although we’d been like two peas in a pod since childhood, there were some things she was unable or unwilling to talk about. I was never sure if it was simply because she thought, at two years younger, I was too juvenile, or that she had dark secrets she was unwilling to reveal.

She sat in the window seat, her face inscrutable, staring into space. I’d have given anything to see into her mind, to ask if she’d really regretted last night. I didn’t.

Ann walked ahead as we stepped onto the beach. Viewed from the back, there was something marvellously attractive about her perfect shoulders and long, light brown hair. I loved her hair — always fresh, with a hint of the apple-fragrant shampoo we used. It smelled different on her.

We were wearing sun-dresses, swim-suits under. It was too cold for the sea, too overcast for sunbathing, but we were prepared in case it changed. Ann swung the bulky shoulder-bag holding our picnic rug, snacks, drinks, towels and fresh undies, in case we had a swim.

She flopped down on the sheltered side of a high dune with a view of the empty beach and mountains. I followed suit. In the distance, we could see Mary and her mother approaching across the wide, flat, deserted beach. Ann and Mary had struck up a friendship two days earlier. They were both fourteen. They tried to exclude me because I was only twelve, at least that’s how it felt.

Mary sat beside us in the sand. Her mother said hello and went some distance off, setting up an easel and art pad to sketch. Mary chattered aimlessly. She was like her mother, I thought — empty-headed. I wanted to tell her to shut up, to go away, but Ann seemed delighted she had joined us.

I needed to talk to Ann, to steer the conversation to the events of last night. There were so many questions I had to ask.

Mary’s presence made me angry. I didn’t want a really serious talk with Ann — just a few words to reassure me about what happened between us. In my mind, I could still feel that special wetness, the silken-smooth hair between her thighs. Did I really hear her sigh as she squirmed on my hand, showing me where to touch, pressing my finger into her sinfully moist folds?

The sun came out. We took our dresses off and lay out, worshipping the radiant heat. Mary took off her polo shirt and shorts, lying back in her undies. She looked disgusting. Her bosom was too large for the bra she wore, and her tummy bulged over the top of faded, baggy knickers.

I disliked her. She was an intruder, and yet my eyes were drawn to the rounded form where her tummy met her legs. I wondered if she was like Ann down there — wispy and soft. I dragged my thoughts away. Why did I have to be so curious? What did it matter how Mary looked? I gazed out to sea.

My mind was racing, filled with unimportant thoughts about Mary and her mother. I desperately wanted not to think about last night, when Ann and I had touched each other in the dark, still bedroom.

I excused myself and walked down the deserted beach, collecting shells, paddling in the tide’s edge. The feelings of last night had melted away. I didn’t need Ann, I decided, not that way. Yes, it was nice to have her as a sister, to be with her, close to her. But I didn’t need to do the sort of things we’d done last night — not with her, not with anyone, not even with myself. Ann and Mary could chat until dark for all I cared. I was perfectly content to be on my own.

Here, in the morning sun, with a pleasant breeze wafting on my bare legs, the idea of touching someone like that seemed strange. I should really forget it all.

I collected some shells. Not many. I had nothing to carry them in.

Finally, I made my way back to the dunes. Mary was leaving, brushing sand from her legs, bent low. Her cleavage revealed that her bust was not that large after all. Who cares? I thought.

We opened our snacks, had a drink. Ann’s mood had changed with the arrival of the sun. She said she was sorry, that she hadn’t meant to sulk at breakfast. I pretended she had nothing to apologise for.

We lay silently. I needed some way to open the conversation, to ask about last night. I pointed to a plume of white smoke on the far mountains. We speculated about it. Casually, I asked if she had cramps. She’d had them before, bad enough to stay off from school. Mum kept her in bed with a hot water bottle.

Ann said no, that it wasn’t her time to have cramps. She was using her grown-up voice. I posed a few related queries about how her friends were affected by them. I already knew. She’d told me before, in whispers. But I was stalking my sister, taking her down a path I suspected she didn’t want to go.

I said I thought she’d had tummy pains last night, late. I’d heard her moan. She flicked a towel at me. We both laughed. The ice was broken. I pressed on. “Well, you were moaning!”

She laughed again, then called me a little bitch. Between us, it was a term of endearment. Mother would have been apoplectic if she’d heard. To her, bitch was an expression worse than one of those really rude words in Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which Mags and I had partially read — the naughty parts, anyhow — up the field one afternoon.

I fixed my gaze on Ann’s sparkling green eyes. They were her most unusual feature: Dad’s eyes. They didn’t match the rest of her. But they were beautiful beyond words when they flashed. She was flashing them now, projecting her smile with the intensity of a theatre spotlight.

Suddenly, the sun seemed warmer, the day brighter. The clouds over the mountains had drifted away and the sky was cobalt blue. I brushed loose sand from my legs and moved closer to her. Ann jumped up quickly. She was going for a dip — was I coming?

She took my hand as we rushed into the ice-cold water. I guessed it had been her way of cutting short our chat. She was so nice to me — and yet there was that gap between us. We were so close. We used to be able to talk about anything. But now, sometimes, she treated me like a child.

We were shivering when we reached the dunes again. Mary and her mother had gone. A lone car at the far end of the beach was the only other sign of human life.

Ann was towelling herself vigorously, teeth chattering as she faced away from the breeze. I dabbed myself dry. My wet shoulders and legs were cold, but I was happily immune. An inner heat was present that warmed me from within.

Ann took down her top, patting breasts and tummy dry, shielded from the chill breeze — and my hungry gaze. Her back was perfect, long and willowy. I could see vertebrae under smooth skin as she stooped. She was nature’s perfect creature. I knew I would never look like that.

When she turned, it seemed as if we’d stepped back in time to when we bathed together years ago. But she had changed, and so had I. This was not how it had been in the past, when we’d frolicked naked before bed.

As she wriggled, struggling free of the wet swimsuit, her full form was displayed — from pink buds on upturned breasts, to the dark triangle where a flat belly met her long legs.

I don’t know how long I stared at her. We both stood transfixed. The beetroot blush on my cheeks had spread to my throat. I was glad Ann couldn’t see my other parts. The tight, damp crotch of my swimming costume was uncomfortable and hot. This was all so new to me.

Ann transfixed me with her gaze. She looked so composed, two hands behind her head like a young Greek goddess, holding back wet hair. Her breasts were pushed forward, as if flaunting the allure of the rosebuds that were her nipples.

“You look scared,” she said at last. “You’d think you’d never seen me without clothes, Sissy.”

It was just one word, but it changed the scene. Ann hadn’t called me Sissy for ages. It was a pet name, used by no one but us. Sea-birds were wheeling and crying. The breeze died, shifting away from the mountains, becoming warm breath bearing the tangy scent of the Mother God of the Sea.

Ann staggered sideways, struggling on the shifting sand to step into her knickers. We giggled. Then her undies were sliding over her hips. It was like a slap on the face for me. This was not at all what I thought would happen. She was getting dressed. Had I read too much into the display of her nakedness?

She picked up her tennis shirt, shook sand from it and stretched it above her head. As she was about to pull it on I found my voice.

“Let’s sit down for a while,” I said, trying to sound off-hand. I really wanted to say, before you get fully dressed, but hadn’t the nerve.

Wordlessly, still topless, Ann shook the big tartan rug and spread it out neatly. I lay beside her, hardly daring to believe that this might lead to something intimate. My ache was intense. I had a hunger for something I couldn’t explain. I wanted Ann to hug me, that was all. Wasn’t it?

We lay with our hips touching. I was still in my wet bathing suit. The outside had been sun-dried, but the heat of the day and the closeness of my sister had it wet inside instead.

“Why don’t you get out of that suit?” Ann said, casually as anything. “I bet you’d feel better without it. Don’t worry — if anyone approaches, we’ll see them long before they’ll see us.”

Without a word, I sat up. Ann undid the halter-neck. I knelt up on the rug and struggled out of the clinging discomfort. I lay with a towel covering from waist to knees. I was breathing hard — I hoped Ann thought that was from the exertion of removing the swimsuit.

We were being bold as brass, stretched bare-breasted beside each other. But I wanted to be bold! It made me feel so free, so alive.

I glanced sideways. Ann’s buds were like raised pink buttons. Oh my God. A rush of sinful thoughts seared through me, flooding like a torrent into my swollen valley. Some devil’s urge made me want to touch one of Ann’s nipples, to smother it in kisses.

The sun was scorching. Ann rolled towards me. She pulled the side of the tartan rug over her upper body. I turned to face her. She covered mine as well, protecting us both from the burning rays.

We put our arms around each other — it was the most convenient way to lie. But this was about more than comfort or convenience. My arms were around Ann’s neck, drawing her face towards mine.

Her fingers were stroking my back, sending shivers along the spine. We hugged tight and wriggled closer. Her bare breasts pressed the swellings on my own chest. Soft and warm, this naked embrace was making me simmer down below. I raised my knee, pushing it against her closed legs, pressing upwards to part her thighs. It was instinct, pure and simple. I wanted to know if she was simmering too, like a juicy, aromatic casserole spreading an appetising aroma.

Suddenly, Ann was pushing me away. We parted, our faces inches apart, breathing as though we’d been playing tennis rather than hugging. She looked at me with troubled eyes. I wanted to agree with her when she said, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

It was the whispered suffix which betrayed her, showed that she didn’t mean what she said. Just one word, moaned in a plaintive voice — “Sissy.”

Then my head was gripped with frantic intensity. She was twisting it, drawing in close, guiding my lips to hers.

When it came, the kiss was more than a kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth like a dart. The tip circled my gums, dancing, exploring inside, settling into languid, deep, penetrating thrusts, repeated again and again.

I’d never been kissed like this. Mags had given me a passionate kiss, shown how lovers fenced with their tongues. It had been thrillingly new. But this was beyond anything she and I had done, beyond anything I could have imagined.

Sis sucked my lower lip, then bit playfully, nibbling like a rabbit. Without even thinking, I was returning her kisses, my tongue joyfully engaging with hers.

As we kissed, Ann stroked my tummy. A finger poked my belly button playfully, symbolically attempting penetration. Then her hand slowly moved lower. When it cupped my mound I jumped, startled at the intimate touch.

She put her lips to my ear. “I love you, Sissy.” I couldn’t reply. I was overwhelmed by affection for her and with the excitement that we had discovered, for this wonderful, special way we now knew to make each other happy.

I could feel it arriving, the Yellow Brick Road stretched ahead. Happiness was down there, and I was speeding ahead, breathless. Her hand pressed between my legs, opening a way for the finger I knew was going to follow.

The picnic rug rose as my knees went up, legs parting wide. When Ann’s finger swept into the wetness, I wanted to squeal with pleasure. Carefully, tenderly, she explored my childish slit. Her finger squelched, and squelched again, moving around until it touched the little man in the boat.

Every muscle in my body froze from the ecstatic effect. I was paralysed with pleasure. Nowhere else existed but this magical place where Sissy’s finger was circling my pink pearl. I knew then that for the rest of my life I’d be unable to go without this sweet intoxication.

Licking my earlobe, Ann whispered: “I want to satisfy you. Will we do it together?”

“Yes,” I breathed. She put my hand on her breast, placing a finger on her stiffened bud. I teased it with my middle finger, marvelling at its springy firmness.

Ann sighed — and sighed again. At another time, these could have been the sounds of boredom or unhappiness. But I knew now that her sighs were a song of pleasure. I was giving her the same deep thrills that were pulsing through me. I felt so close to her. It was as if my body and hers were one, as if our secret hunger was similar as the facial characteristics we shared as siblings.

Suddenly she drew away. For a moment I thought someone was approaching. But her hands were under me, raising my bottom, moving me to the centre of the rug.

She rolled on top, tugging her baggy knicks down her thighs in a one-handed frenzied move. Even that was erotic. This frantic lowering of her pants, her need to bare her downy cleft — it amazed me.

Our eyes met as she struggled into position. With palms on my hips, she lowered her mound until it was touching mine. Oh my God. This is so wicked — our bare cunnies are touching! She pressed into me again — harder this time.

My arms were around her neck. Her thigh went between mine. We rolled sideways, delirious, our legs meshing like scissors. Soft, silk hairs pressed against my naked cleft. My mouth found hers. I was sucking her lip, as she had done with mine.

Her pushing got harder. Each thrust sent a wave of electricity rippling through me.

My sister was in the throes of manic passion. She was clutching my bottom, a hand on each cheek, drawing me towards her with each shove. “You bitch, you lovely, teasing bitch, Sissy.” Her voice was fierce, yet sweetly tender. “I love you. You know that. You make me want to creep inside you — to be part of you always.”

The moisture between us would have been uncomfortable if we hadn’t been distracted by our passion. I felt at one with Ann as our secretions merged. Some had oozed into my groin as we writhed in loving affection. Years later, what I would remember most of all was the wetness of our embrace.

Ann’s strangled cries brought me back to earth. She was transfixed, her soft, puffy peach pressing hard on mine, motionless. I felt her shiver uncontrollably. Sighing, she whispered: “I love you, Una. I really, really love you, Sissy. Forever and always.”

We lay together in silence for several minutes. I could feel her soft breasts heaving against my bumps as Ann slowly got her breath under control. My tingles had gone. Her excitement had been enough to satisfy me.

My skin felt sticky when Ann rolled off. I closed my eyes. The sound of the seabirds and hissing, gentle waves reflected my magical mood.

I never wanted this moment to end.

I opened my eyes to the tickling on my forehead. Ann was leaning over, twirling a long piece of marram grass, teasing me. I remembered that I was still naked and hastily wrapped the rug around me. Her hand slipped underneath, cupping a budding breast, stroking the pale pink nipple with a slow, gentle finger.

I turned towards her. She leaned down to kiss me. Her voice was a barely audible. “I want you to be satisfied, too, Sissy. I’m sorry I was so selfish.”

I knew instantly what she meant. I no longer needed it explained in words. I had felt her being satisfied, shared her exquisite bliss as her naked body writhed against mine.

Now her hand was between my legs, travelling an open road into that special place where the fleshy pearl was to be found. My ache had returned. That inexplicable hunger had me in its grip. I needed to be touched, but was frightened of the intensity her touch would bring.

I wanted to study these things, to stay in control and observe what happened. But Ann was driving me headlong down the road to beautiful madness, determined to whirl me into space where I could share her experience. She wanted to satisfy me, the way I had satisfied her.

When she penetrated me, I felt shock. Not at her finger pressing into the opening, but the way that part of her body had entered mine so easily. One minute, the finger was dancing in the folds of my overflowing desire. The next, it had slipped inside.

She wriggled it into my entrance, creating the most delicious stretching sensation I’d ever known. It went deeper, deeper into the secret tunnel as if pathfinding for a future visit.

Ann shifted nearer. Lowering her face to my chest, she drew a nipple into her mouth and suckled, her tongue swirling around the tiny, incredibly sensitive bud. She purred with pleasure as she nursed from me. I felt like the most sinful girl in the world as I arched my back, thrusting my chest into her face.

Her finger was pleasuring me with slow caresses. At another time, I would have been embarrassed at the distinctively wet sounds it made. But the squishing only raised my hunger to new heights. My magic spring was overflowing.

Her voice was in my ear. “Let it go, Sissy… let it go! Let me take you somewhere only women can go.”

I was shivering, shaking, shuddering — my senses seem to have been invaded by some alien force. My head was thrashing from side to side. I wanted this to stop. I longed for it to go on forever. It was too much to accept, too powerful for any human to cope with.

Suddenly I was crying. Not sobbing tears of sorrow or hurt or anger or frustration, but weeping with joy and the sense of fulfillment that only a woman can give  to another. It would be years before I knew the word orgasm, years before I was challenged by a male who, to boost his ego, aggressively wanted to know if I’d “come.”

But what did it matter? Here in the secret place, with my soulmate sister, she’d taught me what satisfaction meant. I’d shared my satisfaction with her. We didn’t need any other word for it.

In later years, women who spoke to me of coming, or getting off, of orgasms and climaxes, would scoff at the simple childish word which my sister and I used to describe our sexual and emotional gratification. But it suited us — and it seemed appropriate for our relationship, which we thought was unique.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Two Moms, Chapter 14

  • Posted on September 23, 2017 at 5:59 am

By Naughty Mommy

When they arrived back at the Audi, Karen stopped and turned to Nora before getting in. Looking up at the taller woman, she smiled shyly and said, “You know, we, uh, we don’t have to just stay here and make out in the car like teenagers. Would you rather go back to my place? You’re more than welcome to spend the night there, and, you know…”

Nora’s stomach was fluttering. This was what she’d been hoping for, planning for, and yet, with the opportunity now at hand, she felt increasingly nervous and jittery. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but perhaps it was because they still hadn’t discussed the big topic. Nora was keeping things from Karen, hadn’t fully opened up to her yet about, well, about everything, all her secret taboo obsessions.

Although she wanted to say yes, wanted very much to go with this alluring woman to her home, to her bed, and make passionate love with her, Nora hesitated. She licked her lips, looked into Karen’s eyes, and finally said, “Let’s, um, not, not yet, okay? Maybe just stay here a little longer.”

“All right, sure,” Karen shrugged. “In the back seat?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Karen opened the door and they got inside.

 

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I’d done it! I’d made Jess come, rubbing her clit and fucking her juicy pussy with my finger — and as I watched my girlfriend have an orgasm in bed with me, with those romantic candles flickering all around us, and that big banner on the wall proclaiming her love for me, I felt totally amazed, like this couldn’t be real. It was so perfect, so exactly like I thought love should be, it almost made me cry.

She gradually recovered, the shudders calming down, her body beginning to relax. One last low moan, and then she seemed to go limp. She smiled weakly as her eyes blinked open. “Mmm, thanks.”

“Jess, I…” My voice was thick with emotion. It was hard to get the words out, to say anything at all, but somehow I managed to croak, “I, I love you so much.”

Her smile grew wider. She held her arms up, opening them for me. Oh my gosh, what a sight!

This beautiful small person, with her adorably cute little girl face, those soft boobies, her skin aglow in the candlelight, beads of perspiration gleaming like jewels — (I know that sounds awfully poetic, but it really is how I felt in the moment) — this darling girl loved me, and I loved her, and we were making love!

“Oh, Jess,” I fell into her arms, kissing and squeezing and hugging with all my might.

 

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Only twice before had Nora made out in a car. Once during her senior year in high school, on a date that ended badly when she refused to go all the way and the pimply boy cursed her, accused her of being a prick tease, then never called her again. No great loss, Nora was sure. The second time was in college, with the man who would soon become her husband. Although that experience had been somewhat better, what Nora remembered most about it was Derek’s unpleasant body odor. They were divorced after only two years of marriage, in part because that problem never went away. Had she ever really loved him? She’d told herself so, at least in the beginning, but today she had no idea why.

At any rate, neither of those previous episodes were at all like this one. Now, instead of a rough, hairy man in her arms, groping her, pawing her, she was holding and kissing a gorgeous, sweet-smelling woman with soft, smooth skin.

Yes, it’s true that this woman was groping and pawing her, except now Nora welcomed that, and she was doing the same thing, just as much if not more. She and Karen eagerly caressed one another, legs entwined, lips and tongues working, feverishly panting, urgently moaning, like a pair of animals in heat. And in fact that’s what we are, thought Nora, two animals in heat, so full of lust for each other we can barely stand it.

The women pressed their bodies together, as well as could be done while sitting up in the back seat of a car. Karen’s hand was under Nora’s skirt, squeezing and stroking her butt cheek, while Nora slid her own hand up and down, from Karen’s neck and shoulder along her side to her narrow waist and then to her firm bottom. She loved the slippery feel of the silk dress and especially the warm skin beneath the thin fabric. It made her want to do more, much more than this, to reach inside the simple wrap-around and touch Karen’s body. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and Nora also hadn’t detected any suggestion of panties or even a g-string during her caresses. Was Karen really nude underneath the little dress? Was that all she had on?

Thinking about this only increased Nora’s desire. She plunged her tongue into Karen’s mouth again, pulling her very close, arching her back to rub her breasts against the other woman’s, humping, straining, trying to force their mounds together. Karen responded with a growl, fingernails clawing at Nora’s ass. They moaned and sweated, kissing wetly, their nipples throbbing, clits tingling, pussies heavy with moisture.

 

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As we kissed, naked in her bed, Jessica reached her hand down between my legs, rubbing my pussy. My hands were on her tiny boobs, softly fondling them, playing with the nipples.

She ended the kiss for a moment and said, “God, you’re, uh, you’re really wet down there.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I giggled, “but not as wet as you. I mean, just, you’re like a cream factory!”

That made us both laugh, and I hugged her again, squeezing tight. I felt insanely happy. It was wonderful that she and I could be so close, touching and kissing, having sex, but also laughing and joking at the same time. I loved being in love.

Then Jess said, “You like how it tastes, right?”

I knew what she was talking about. I nodded, “Yeah, I do. Yours… and mine too. Both.”

“Me too. But, um, I think I want to try licking you. Is that okay?”

 

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After fifteen or twenty minutes of desperate necking and petting in the back seat of the Audi, Karen finally broke off, leaning back, pushing her hair away from her face, wiping her mouth. She smiled and shook her head, “Okay, I, I’m sorry, but I just can’t take too much more of this. Either we get naked right here and fuck in the car, or we go to my place, or to yours. Or even a hotel, I don’t care. But kissing just isn’t enough. I need to come, and I want to make you come. I mean, I, I love you, Nora, I really do, and god, I so want to fuck you.”

“Well,” Nora laughed, “that’s… quite a statement, quite a proposal. I don’t how I could turn that down.”

“Really?” Karen’s eyebrows went up.

“Yes, really.”

“And do you, um, do you feel the same way? About me, I mean?”

Nora took a deep breath, pondering what she needed to say. “Well, I, I don’t want to rush things. But, if you mean, do I want to have sex with you, the answer is absolutely, one hundred percent yes. The sooner the better. As for my deeper feelings, they, uh, I think I, well… I do think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Oh my god,” Karen whispered, putting a hand over her mouth. Even in the dim light, Nora could see that the beautiful woman’s eyes were full of tears.

“But I’m, see, one thing you need to know about me,” Nora continued, “is that I’m a cautious person by nature. I don’t connect very easily with others, in an emotional way, I mean. It’s hard for me to get really close to someone. Very hard. With you, though, I… I really want to try.”

Karen was nodding quickly, her eyes glistening. “Uh-huh, me too,” she said. “I’m, like, the same, everything you said.”

It was hard for Nora to go on speaking and not just start kissing Karen again. But she felt she owed it to her to say a bit more. “And so, although I’m definitely ready to have sex with you tonight, in fact more than ready — just try and stop me!”

Karen threw her head back, laughing gleefully.

“But I just, it’s like I feel I have to warn you, there’s still a lot you don’t know about me. And that’s why I said I think we should try not to rush things too much.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“It might take some time. There’s… a lot to share.”

“I know. I understand,” said Karen. Then, with a wicked grin, she slowly slid a hand down to her crotch, opening her legs and rubbing her pussy through the dress. “But we can still fuck, right?”

“Yes, oh my god, yes, we can fuck, definitely,” Nora smiled, before adding, “It’s, uh, kind of been a long time for me, though, so I might be a little rusty.”

“That’s all right,” said Karen. “It hasn’t been long for me at all. I’m definitely in practice.”

 

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The whole time after we got in bed Jess had been lying on her back, with me mostly on top of her. It was fun being on top. But when she asked if she could lick me, she pushed herself up, and I let her.

I didn’t say anything then, just turned around and leaned back on my elbows, spreading my legs wide apart, waiting for her to begin. You wouldn’t believe how fast my heart was beating. I mean, we were really going to do it! Not just masturbate each other, but actually have sex, licking pussies and everything!!

Except she didn’t start right away. Jessica sat on her knees for a minute, looking down at me, taking deep breaths. Then she smiled sort of nervously, and said, “Um, I don’t know how good I’ll be at this. I mean, I should know how, ‘cause I’ve seen my mom and other ladies doing it a million times. But, well, anyway I’ll try…”

She leaned down between my legs, gently placing her hands on the inside of my thighs. Again, though, she hesitated. I was kind of surprised that she seemed to be so nervous, since usually Jess acts like she can do anything, that nothing ever bothers her. But I guess it makes sense. The first time a girl has sex with another girl, especially when you’re just twelve, it’s a pretty big deal!

I was propped on my elbows, looking down at her, watching, waiting. Finally Jess took one more deep breath, shook her head a little bit, then kissed my pussy.

 

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They were back in the front seat of the car, preparing to head to their next destination. Before turning the key, Karen said, “So… your place or mine?”

“Oh, uh, mine, I think. I might be more comfortable there.”

“Sounds good,” Karen nodded. Then she took a phone from her handbag and punched in a number. After a moment, she said, “Margaret? I won’t be coming home tonight. Yeah, that’s right… the kids okay? Great… okay, I’ll see you in the morning.”

She put the phone away and started the ignition. But then, after a short pause, she turned the engine off again and sat back in her seat. She was looking straight ahead, out the front window, not facing Nora.

“I, um,” Karen began, “you’ve been, just, so real, so honest, and it’s like I… I have to tell you something.”

There was another pause, and Nora said, “Okay.”

“I mean, the thing is, you really need to know this about me. I, see, I… I have an addiction.”

Nora’s mind reeled. What was Karen saying? An addiction to — what? Drugs? Heroin? Maybe to painkillers? What could it be?

 

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That was how she started, not actually licking me, but simply kissing everywhere. Maybe Jess had seen her mother do it that way or something, I don’t know, but anyway, that’s what she did.

She kissed me and kissed me, up and down both sides of my slit, right in the middle a bunch of times after she opened my lips with her fingers, a few times down at the bottom by my butt hole, and then up at the top, over my clit. She just kept on kissing me for what seemed like forever — and I loved it, it felt great, but I wondered how soon she would start licking.

Then, just when I thought she might be getting ready to do that, she pulled back for a second and looked up at me, smiling. “My mom is totally gonna love this, you know, if she ever licks you. How you don’t have any hair yet, I mean.”

It was hard to speak, since I was feeling so jumpy and excited, but I swallowed and said, “Y-you think so?”

“Yeah, definitely. She gets so turned on when she sees stuff like that. They don’t do it very often, but, um, my mom has this one friend who sometimes will bring over her computer and she hooks it up to the big screen in the family room and they look at pictures on it. Pictures of little girls, you know, naked, showing their pussies and stuff.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, they love it. Everyone masturbates while they look at those pictures. But you know what else?”

“What?”

“Well,” said Jess, “the last time they did that, it was, um, I think maybe like a year ago, and I was with them, watching everything, and rubbing myself too while I watched my mom masturbating. Then my mom asked me if I would let everyone look at me, the way they were looking at the pictures.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh. I wasn’t all the way naked yet, just had my hand down inside my shorts. But I said okay, and I took off my shorts and the rest of my clothes and sat on the couch and spread my legs for ‘em. They all got down really close and looked at me. It was my mom and three of her friends, Amanda and Jennifer and, um, Alicia. Sophie and Freja were there too, except they didn’t get down as close. They were looking at me, though, and masturbating while I spread my legs real wide and opened my pussy with my fingers so they could look inside and see everything.”

“Oh my god…” I was so turned on hearing this story, picturing what was being described, that I started rubbing myself. I didn’t actually mean to, but my hands just went there automatically, fingers massaging my clit.

Jess smiled when she saw this.

 

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“It’s, well… see, I’m…” Karen swallowed, and turned to face Nora. “I’m… addicted to masturbation, and to pornography. I just have to be honest and tell you about that.”

Nora’s eyes were wide. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

Karen went on, “I masturbate all the time, constantly.”

“Wow…”

“Yes, it’s true, I do. I’m addicted to it. And, um, I love looking at porn. Lesbian porn, but especially, well, the kind of porn that shows sex between… mothers… and daughters.”

It was all Nora could do not to burst out laughing. What a relief! She put a hand on her chest and leaned her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes. “Oh my god. I can’t believe you said that.”

“Are you, I mean, are you okay with it?” Karen asked hesitantly. “Or does it… make you sick or something?”

Nora turned toward the other woman, a big smile on her face. “Make me sick? Not at all. It makes me happy. Very, very happy.”

“It does, really??”

“Yes!” Nora gushed. “Because, I mean, I’m the same way, exactly. I love to masturbate, and I… well, I have a huge collection of porn, mostly pictures of, uh, of girls. Naked girls.”

Karen licked her lips. One hand went inside the top of her dress, fondling a nipple, while the other hand slid down between her legs, pushing the material away, exposing her crotch. Nora could see she’d guessed right, that Karen was completely nude beneath the silk dress.

“Girls?” Karen asked, as she began rubbing herself. “So, do you mean… little girls?”

 

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“My mom loves little girls,” said Jessica. She was caressing her own pussy now as she watched me play with myself. “Sometimes I think, well, I’m pretty sure she wants to have sex with me. And with you too, of course, since you’re so hot.”

“She does?” I asked, rubbing my clit faster. It was exciting to imagine Karen, beautiful, sexy Karen, wanting to do things with me.

“Yeah, definitely, with both of us. I don’t know if she’ll ever actually do it, though. But I can tell she wants to. She wants to lick my pussy. She wants to fuck me.”

“I think, um, you know what?” I said. My voice was shaky. I was already getting close.

“What?”

“I think my mom wants, um, to fuck me too. I know she does. She got in bed with me the other night and kissed me.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. We didn’t really do anything except kiss. But, I mean, I could tell how much she wanted to do more. To do everything with me.”

“You could?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your mom is hot, Lia.”

“I know. She is.”

“Do you want to have sex with her?”

“Yeah, I — ”

And then I came.

 

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Nora and Karen masturbated in the car as they told each other about the things that turned them on the most, including very young girls and lesbian incest. Within minutes, these mutual confessions, the excitement and relief of sharing such intimate, forbidden secrets with one another, drove them both over the top.

They climaxed, sitting side by side in the Audi, two women, two moms, rubbing their wet pussies and fucking themselves like crazy as they talked about having sex with hot little girls.

Continue on to Chapter 15

Love Lessons for Lisa, Part One

  • Posted on September 22, 2017 at 7:48 am

By Samantha Luvsya

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

Samantha was not having a good week. On Monday, her girlfriend Cathy had moved with her family to another city far away. On Wednesday, she was among a dozen other workers laid off from her job as the company ‘tightened its belt’. She had already moved back into her mom’s house because the apartment she’d lived in for the past couple years had the rent raised beyond her ability to pay – good thing now with the delay in getting unemployment checks.

By Friday afternoon, the depressed young woman decided to ease her sad feelings with a nice long swim in the backyard pool. A couple of ice cold screwdrivers and the relaxing buzz of a blunt had put her in a very mellow mood.

Her cell phone brought her out of a wonderful daydream of making love with her (now ex) girlfriend. She pictured them in a long and tender 69 at the nude beach, loving the looks they got from people passing by.

It took a few rings to bring her back to reality. When she was able to make sense of things, she found it was her mother, calling to ask a big favor. Her mom’s best friend had invited her at the last minute to go to Las Vegas with her for a three day weekend. Her friend had already paid for the room and was planning to surprise her boyfriend, but at the last minute, his boss needed him in Texas to get ready for a big sales meeting to start on Tuesday. Further complicating the plan was the fact that her friend’s ex-husband had called earlier in the day to say he could not take their 12-year-old daughter for his regular weekend turn ‘because other things have come up’.

“So here’s the deal, Sam,” her mother said, speaking in an excited rush, “I really, really want to go, but with Kelly’s ex being an asshole, she has no one to take care of Lisa. She’s paid a ton of money for the room and it’s too late for a refund, so I’m begging you to do me a huge favor and let Lisa come over and stay at our house until Tuesday. I swear I’ll make it up to you, sweetie, I promise!”

While Samantha would have liked to say no, she heard the pleading tone of her mom’s voice – and with the floating buzz she was enjoying, she quietly said, “Sure, no problem, I guess. I’m not doing anything anyway.”

“Oh my god, thank you a million times, from both of us, honey! Kelly will call Lisa and tell her to head over to see you once she gets home from school. Yippee! Wish me luck!”

A sudden silence told Samantha her mom had ended the call. She drew a deep breath and wondered what she should do to get ready for Lisa.

First checking the fridge and finding it well stocked, Samantha checked the downstairs guest bedroom. She opened the windows for some fresh air but otherwise all was in fairly decent order. She began to wonder how this weekend would turn out; how she could entertain Lisa so that neither was bored; wondered if they would get along or have drama and fights.

A few minutes after 4:00, Samantha started to get a clue to the answers. The phone rang. It was Lisa making sure it was okay to come over now.

“Sure, it’s fine. But, hey, you need a hand carrying anything?” Sam asked.

“Nah, thanks anyway. I have all I need, I think, stuffed into my backpack and it’s only a couple blocks, so I’ll see you in a few, okay?”

It seemed only moments later when the doorbell rang. Sam opened the front door and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. There on the doorstep stood Lisa, backlit by the setting sun, her blond hair seemingly aglow.

Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and Levis, Lisa was the very picture of a beautiful young girl blossoming into womanhood. She wore no training bra, her puffy nipples made that clear. Her shirt was also tapered so her thin waist was shown off, but not on total display. For 12 years old, Lisa was simply stunning.

Samantha drank in this vision of sweet beauty as the girls stood there, checking each other out.

“Um, can I come in?” Lisa asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes, sure, I’m sorry… I’m a little dizzy, I’ve been outside in the sun by the pool a bit too long, I guess. Sorry.”

Lisa just smiled and nodded. Samantha realized Lisa must have been checking her out too, as she stood there in her sheer white bikini. She was almost 21 now, but retained the hard body of a 15-year-old.

“Here, let me help a little,” Samantha said as she reached over for the backpack Lisa now carried in front of her. “Down here is the guest bedroom, I think you’ll be comfy there,” she said while stepped in front of Lisa to lead the way, though Samantha also knew it was a good opportunity to let Lisa check out her thong- clad bottom. An exhibitionist at heart, she couldn’t resist the urge to tease a little. Her tingly buzz also gave her a little more encouragement to flirt.

“Awesome,” was the only thing Lisa said when plopping down on the bed. She was all smiles.

“Okay,” Samantha smiled, “now that both of us have sort of been dumped for the weekend, whaddya say we make the best of it? We can watch movies all you want, order out for pizza, go to the mall, maybe even the water park, or just sit here and tell funny stories. Sound okay to you?”

Lisa was nodding excitedly. “That sounds great!”

Samantha caught herself staring at the puffy little treasures Lisa’s shirt concealed. She was wondering how much they would rise under her tender caresses and loving licks. But wait, she’s only 12 — how can I be thinking like this?

The longer she simply looked at Lisa, however, the more her lustful urges grew, and that question seemed to melt away. She also noticed how Lisa didn’t even try to hide her staring at Samantha’s boobs, swaying gently under the thin bikini top.

“Well, I’ll leave you to get settled. Put your things anywhere, this is your room to do with however you want, okay? I’m going to head out to the pool for a little longer, and then we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do for dinner.”

Samantha’s head was dizzy with naughty visions – a mixture of memories of her girlfriend and dreams of love with Lisa. The cool water refreshed her as she dove in and swam underwater to the far end. She came up, clung to the edge and took in a deep breath.

It was a decision that took only a moment – Samantha figured that she would lead and tease and lure and seduce Lisa as best she could, and then take things as far as the girl was comfortable with. If she seemed to be freaking out or was otherwise uncomfortable with things, Samantha would back off. After all, she only wanted to enjoy the treasures of this alluring young girl, while introducing her to the many joys of lesbian love, all done with sweet, loving tender care.

As Samantha came to grips with this plan, she heard the soft patter of bare feet on the concrete as Lisa approached. Sam opened her eyes to notice Lisa had on a generic one-piece swimsuit, a kind that was more than a couple of years outdated.

“Whatcha think?” asked Lisa. “Kinda dorky, huh?”

“Oh, no, I mean, not at all… well… uh, sorta … okay, yes. But I bet it’s not your fault. I bet your mom keeps saying no when you ask for a new suit, huh?”

Again the happy nod and smile.

“Maybe we will go to the mall, at least for that. I know the feeling, so I’ll rescue you a little. As long as it doesn’t cost a zillion bucks, you pick out whatever new one you want, and I’ll buy it for you, okay? And you can keep it here if you think you mom will get mad about you having it.”

“Really? Oh, yes, please, that would be so perfect!” Lisa said with a slight giggle behind her words.

“Like I said, I’ve been there, felt that, so no big deal. Now come on, get in the water!”

Samantha watched her walk toward the shallow end. Even with the fairly frumpy suit, Lisa just radiated sex. Those long, long legs reminded her why some people called girls Lisa’s age ‘coltish’.

Lisa waded in, gasping at the coolness of the water.

“Dive underwater, silly, doing it that way takes forever to get used to it,” called out Samantha.

Nodding, Lisa plunged in and swam over to Samantha. She grasped the edge next to her and let out a long breath. “Oh, this is wonderful! Wish we had a pool like this!”

“No problem. Anytime you want to come over, just call to be sure I’m here and jump on in!”

“Really? Oh thanks!” Lisa let go of the edge and hugged Samantha before dropping down into the water for more underwater twists, turns, and flips. She was like a dolphin, dancing in her element.

Samantha drank all this in and thought of suggesting to Lisa that they try skinny-dipping, but then she thought that might be rushing things a little. There was always tomorrow, right?

For the next half hour, Samantha watched Lisa swim and float and bounce all around the pool, at times asking quick questions and then diving back underwater, at other times coming up just long enough to gasp for air and give a giggle, then start another lap or two.

As Samantha was sitting on the side of the pool watching, with her legs in the water, Lisa popped up right in front of her, yelling, “Boo!” Once again the girl stared openly at Samantha’s boobs, in her now fully transparent bikini.

“Eeeek!” Samantha cried in false surprise. They both giggled.

“I’ll bet you get all the guys drooling when you go swimming in that bikini,” Lisa said.

Samantha was impressed with Lisa’s bold words and did not want to miss an opportunity to push things a little further. “That’s true, I guess, but I really wear this to see how the girls will react. That’s how I started out with my last girlfriend. I’m very bi. I hope that doesn’t gross you out, but I won’t lie to you either.”

Lisa’s eyes opened wide as she smiled and said, “Oh my god, no, that’s so cool, really!”

“Honest? You’re not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?”

“Uh-uh. A couple girls in my class are bi, one is a complete les, and anyway, I wouldn’t lie to you either, okay?”

Samantha felt a weight lifted from her. “Whew, thanks, sweetie. I was worried you’d freak out and call your mom or something. Thanks for being cool with it.”

“Gotcha, no problem.”

“All righty now, what say we get out and start thinking about what to eat? I’m gonna take a long warm shower and then wait for you in the kitchen while you do the same. Then we’ll figger out if we want to cook or do pizza or whatever.”

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” said Lisa as she climbed out of the pool, wrapped a big towel around herself, and trotted to her room.

Samantha actually rushed her shower, dried off quickly, and did not blow dry her hair. It hung down, glistening when the light hit it just right. She chose not to put a bra on and picked out a cropped t-shirt that exposed the bottom half of her breasts. She loved this little shirt for teasing. If she reached high for anything, the top would ride up, totally exposing her boobs to anyone wanting to look. And she knew a certain someone already had proven she liked to look, so why not take it to the next step?

While puttering around in the kitchen, Samantha heard the water shut off in Lisa’s shower. Her heart was pounding as she anticipated the delicious moment when she would expose herself to Lisa, and wondering what the sweet little one’s reaction would be.

A few minutes later, Lisa came to the kitchen, dressed in a large Mickey Mouse t-shirt and soft cotton running shorts.

Samantha sucked in her breath but quickly recovered. “You like Mickey too? I have a bunch of stuffed Mickey Mouse dolls and things like that in my room – I’ll show you later!”

Lisa stood like a statue, her mouth open, staring at Samantha’s chest. The tiny top had already ridden up to expose both very stiff nipples.

“Oh, oops, sorry,” Samantha said as she tugged the shirt down a little. “It’s still pretty warm, and it’s just us here, so I hope you don’t mind.”

The girl’s smile returned. “Oh heck no, I’ve been wanting to do that with a couple of my t-shirts, but I’m afraid what my mom might say. She’s kinda strict, you know.”

“Well, what can ya say? You didn’t pick what family you were born into, right? Just gotta make the best of things.”

Lisa smiled and nodded, but kept her eyes locked on Samantha’s boobs.

Having this sweet 12-year-old look at her like this was definitely having an effect. Samantha wanted to just scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, then bury her face in the girl’s pussy, licking her to trembling, shaking orgasms, one after another. She had to warn herself to slow down.

“If you want a soda or whatever, help yourself, the fridge is full,” Samantha said as she took a seat on a stool at the breakfast counter. “Do me a favor and bring me a Coke, will ya?”

Lisa broke her stare and removed two cans of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator.

“Oh, wait, let me get some glasses for us.” Samantha got up and went to the cupboard. Opening it, she reached high for a couple of tall plastic tumblers — resulting in full exposure of her breasts.

This time, she didn’t bother to tug the shirt back down. She stepped to the ice dispenser, filled the tumblers, and returned to sit on a stool next to Lisa, who once again was transfixed by the swaying of Samantha’s boobs, now with a thin strip of white cotton material resting above them.

Samantha decided to act like she didn’t know, or didn’t care. “So, kiddo, whatcha want to eat? I could grill up a couple steaks, or I think we have some leftover spaghetti, or do we order Chinese or pizza?”

Lisa, for her part, was trying to act just as casual, all grown up, and not say a thing about Samantha being virtually topless. “Um, well, cooking might be fun, but it’s a lot of work, right? So I guess pizza would be good, or Chinese. I do like fortune cookies.”

“Okay then, lemme find their number, and Chinese it is,” Samantha said.

She was feeling a rush, exposing herself this way to her new little friend. It was like last summer at the nude beach, when she had so much fun letting everyone see her naked and taking in the beauty of the many naked families there, some with girls around Lisa’s age, just slightly budding out, but still with a totally hairless mound.

After calling and placing their order, Samantha turned toward Lisa and pretended to – at last – notice that she was totally exposed. “Yikes! This top has shrunk even more lately. Sorry, but this is silly, don’t you think?”

She whipped the little shirt off and tossed it across the room. “It’s just us here, and you don’t mind, right?”

Lisa just nodded with her golden smile.

“So,” Samantha grinned, “you said you wanted to do this with one of your shirts but you were afraid your mom might get mad?”

“Yeah. She wants to keep me like her little baby girl, but I’m not a baby anymore. That’s so lame!”

“You won’t hear me arguing with that, hon, you sure are growing up, and beautifully. Just look at your gorgeous long legs. You have such a sweet body, it’s only natural to want to show it off a little. So tell ya what. I have a ton of old t-shirts upstairs. Whatcha say we go up, you pick out a couple you like, and we can crop them to show off your awesome tummy?”

“Can we?” asked Lisa in an excited voice.

“Heck ya, just we won’t be quite as drastic when we crop ‘em as I was with that one, okay?”

Both girls glanced at the tiny shirt now crumpled on the floor – and burst out laughing.

“Okay, I think we have enough time to do that before the food gets here, if we hurry!” Samantha scampered upstairs with Lisa quickly at her heels. “Forgive my sloppy room, I was planning to clean it tomorrow.”

Lisa looked around at how Samantha had things set up, from celebrity posters on the walls to the canopy bed to the computer desk with a pretty screen-saver going… and then back to the older girl’s boobs.

“This is nice,” Lisa cooed. “Really!”

Samantha was feeling more and more horny as enjoyed Lisa’s loving stares. Her nipples remained almost painfully stiff. “Okay, um, over in my dresser, bottom drawer, is a bunch of shirts you can have. Pick out a couple and I’ll find the scissors.”

Lisa giggled as she went through the T-shirts. Some plain, some with bold lettering, others with printed photos of Johnny Depp, Britney Spears, and Christina. She brought two back to Samantha, one a purple print and the other a red one with an abstract design.

“Oh, good choice! Now these will hang a bit baggy on you, but hey, all the more comfy. So, for us to get this right, you gotta try each one on, then we see where you want it cropped.”

Lisa looked a bit confused.

“The shirt you have on now, silly, it’s gotta come off, so we know how these are gonna look on you.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment.

“Okay, if you don’t want to, it’s cool with me. But don’t worry about being embarrassed or anything, heck, you’ve seen mine for a long time now, right? And it’s okay with me.”

“But… it’s just that… yours are so nice and big and pretty, and I have… nothing, really.” The girl was almost on the verge of tears as she looked down at her chest.

“Hey you. Listen to me now. I’m gonna tell you something, but it’s just between us, okay? And remember, I will never, ever lie to you.”

Lisa looked up and nodded.

“Lots of people, people like me, think a young girl’s body is a very special, very wonderful, very beautiful thing, even way before they start sprouting boobies or growing any hair down there.”

The 12-year-old gave her a quizzical look.

“I’m totally serious. And besides, you’ve already got at least a pretty pair of puffy little nipples. Either that or you’ve been teasing me with cotton balls all afternoon!”

Lisa broke out in giggles. “No, I mean, that’s me, for real. Like you said, kinda puffy nipples, but that’s all.”

“Oh my god, that’s enough, sweetie! Really, you are perfect at every stage as you grow. You just gotta have more self confidence about your body – and that’s what we’re gonna work on, starting with these shirts. So come on now, off with the old, on with the new!”

Samantha’s heart leaped as Lisa suddenly lifted off her shirt and tossed it on the bed, exposing two amazingly beautiful pink nipples which seemed to stiffen a little as Samantha stared at them.

“Ohhhh, those are just perfect, sooo pretty! You’re really lucky, and so is anyone who gets to play with them someday!”

Lisa giggled again.

Samantha didn’t know how she managed to restrain herself from clamping her mouth over those sweet buds – but somehow she did. “Okay, so, try one of these on and I’ll mark where we want to cut it off…”

Lisa slipped on the first t-shirt, the red one. It was indeed large across her shoulders and so long she could easily use it as a sleeping shirt. Samantha went quickly to work. Marking the shirt with a sharpie, she had Lisa take it off again so she could cut it with the scissors Samantha had a hard time concentrating what she was doing, because now Lisa was just sitting there, not trying to cover up – looking all ‘matter of fact’ as Samantha stared at her sweet little boobies.

The first crop was a bit uneven, so they trimmed off a little more to straighten it. The final result was a good one. It showed off the girl’s flat tummy while keeping her nips covered.

It went the same for the next shirt, with Samantha not even trying to disguise her stares at Lisa’s chest. She was wondering how smooth Lisa’s pussy was, but caught herself racing ahead in her desires.

Lisa stayed in the purple shirt, looking in the mirror with a new pride in her body.

“If you want,” said Samantha, “take a few of the rest of these home for sleeping shirts. I don’t wear them anymore.”

“Really? Thanks!” Lisa bubbled as she rushed over to give Samantha a hug.

Samantha squeezed the girl tightly, pulling her body close against her. She was sure Lisa could feel her hard nipples poking out as they hugged.

Their embrace was broken by the doorbell. Dinner had arrived. Samantha reached over to grab a t-shirt for modesty and then ran downstairs with Lisa to get the Chinese food.

Continue on to Part Two

Explanations for a Little Girl, Part Two

  • Posted on September 21, 2017 at 8:06 am

By Vickylez

Little Jessica was cuddled with her mom on the couch in front of the TV. It was almost sunset, and the light from the ample window put a golden glow on everything in the cozy sitting room. The TV was muted and silly advertisements silently marched across the screen.

“Then you aren’t mad at me, Mom,” bashfully asked the 10-year-old, “or with Auntie?”

“Of course not, love! I am happy at seeing how happy you are!”

“Why did you cry, then?” She pointed to her mother’s red eyes.

The woman sniffled and lovingly hugged her daughter.

“Darling, sometimes when you are very happy you cry, too. And besides… you are my daughter and this is such a special day for you. My tiny little girl, today stepping onto a new stage. I can’t help weeping a bit, because I love you so much. Now go on, dear, what else.”

The pretty child smiled. She was used to talking openly with her mother. All her life they had chatted just about anything, few things barred. But she blushed now, before resuming her recount of what had happened that day at her grandma’s house. She had found there not her grandmother, but her ravishing Aunt Doris. Just when she so wanted to see Auntie, there she had been for her! With a sweet tiny voice, half-hiding her face against her mother’s shoulder, she went on.

“So Auntie kissed me again, and taught me all about it. I mean…” She stopped.

“Yes, with your tongues. She kisses so well, doesn’t she?”

“Does she! I almost, almost fainted, it was so…”

“Delicious?”

Delicious — yeah! — when she kissed me like that. It was a very long kiss, Mommy, and I didn’t want it to ever end.”

Her mother laughed softly. “I can understand that,” she sighed, “and she was touching you while you kissed, you said?”

“Yes, Mommy, she was caressing me here…” The child pointed to her uncovered thighs. Her short skirt rode very high, and her mother gazed fondly at the delectable sight.

“Mmm, yes,” she whispered, “of course she did. And then?”

“Then she touched my body all over, it was so neat.”

“And she had you put your hands on her breasts…? What did you do then?”

“I held them and played with them too, ‘course, like you told me to do! She was so happy, Mom, she kept doing those funny noises…”

“Moaning… yes, Doris adores having her breasts caressed like that. She used to say she was very careful whom she allowed to touch her tits, you know, because after that they can do anything to her! Her breasts are pretty, don’t you think? Did you like them?”

“Oh, Mom! Did I ever! Her… breasts, tits…?”

“Yes.”

“Her tits are so big and soooo pretty, I love them, Mom!! They are hard but soft, you know? And so hot when you touch them, and their points…”

“Nipples.”

“Nipples!” giggled the little girl. “Her nipples are the most pretty thing ever, so long and hard too.”

“Did you kiss them?”

“‘Course I did, I didn’t want to let them go! But hey, Mom, if you keep asking me things every little moment, I can’t tell it right!”

“Okay, baby! Tell it your own way. Just tell me everything as it happened, so I don’t have to use a corkscrew on you!” They laughed at that.

Jessica’s mother was a beautiful 28-year-old woman, a clear-skinned and long-haired brunette with a most lovely face. Susan had a very nice, curvy body, well-toned by exercise and jazz dance, and her long legs were something you would love to see. While her older sister Doris was a stunning, statuesque woman who cricked necks everywhere she went, Sussy was the dishy young mom next door. But it would be difficult to say who was prettier, just a matter of tastes.

“Well… we was kissing and touching no end, and Auntie kind of put her palms over my chest, rubbing nice and soft my… nipples through my dress. Mommy, I felt them get so hard and big too! They had never been like that! Aunt told me it was because I was aroused, an that this happens to her all the time. I know it does,” she giggled, “I’ve noticed them growing big many times before. I used to wonder at that, now I know it was because Auntie always got aroused with me! Can you imagine that?”

“Yes, I can, baby,” sighed the mother, looking at the tiny points quite noticeable under the light dress of her daughter.

“Your nipples are hard too, Mommy! Will you… will you touch yourself now, the way you do when they get like this?”

“Would you mind if I do, baby?”

“No, I want you to! You know I like to see you getting happy, Mom.”

The girl had seen her mother doing that many times, even touching herself under her skirt. It was no big deal, they had always had a very open relationship at home, with few things hidden from each other. Nudity was also common. She was used to often seeing her pretty mom naked. But Susan had never actually showed her pussy to her daughter as she caressed herself, doing it always under her skirt. Keeping discretion and taste in it, as she ironically told herself.

“Okay, okay, don’t tickle me!” Jessica screeched, “I’ll go on! Well, with all the kissing and touching I was feeling so weird, delicious weird, and Auntie was kissing me on my neck, too… then she got down and began to kiss and rub all over my legs, Mommy, and her kissing kept going up and up, right on my thighs, an’ then… inside them! I was, I don’t know, wild, I could hardly breath when her mouth was going up higher. I opened my legs all I could, to give her room, I soooo wanted her to get to… you know.”

“To your little cunnie, to your pussy…” her mother softly moaned, one hand over her own damp, hot panties.

“To my pussy. I wanted that more than anything, Mom! When she stood up I almost screamed, thinking maybe that was all. But she just took me in her arms, as if I was a little baby, and carried me to Grandma’s bedroom! She put me on the bed. I felt kinda funny, being on Grandma’s bed, you know, but I forgot all about it when she began to kiss me again.”

“Ooh, yes…” hissed Susan, closing her eyes as her fingers, unseen by her daughter, moved aside her panties’ gusset and deeply entered her gushing cunt.

“Then, Mommy, Auntie took down my panties, slow like… she seemed sooo happy to look at me there, she looked at me the longest time. And she told me… should I tell you? She told me it was the most beautiful cunnie she’d ever seen! And that the only other pussy she knew as pretty as mine was…” she giggled and looked at her mother. “She said my cunnie was just like yours!”

She hugged her mom, wriggling her tender body against her mother’s taut breasts, just to feel them and caress them with her own chest. Susan’s hands held her darling firmly by the hips, her fingers brushing in circles the child’s lovely little buttocks. No big deal, either, they were very intimate with their bodies and often caressed each other like that, even naked.

But one peculiar thing: there was always an implicit limit to these caresses. Somewhere there was a line, never crossed, that they both understood and respected. For, even at her most lewd moments, and even if she absolutely delighted in touching her lovely daughter’s sweet young body, the mother had never considered making a lover of the girl, of Jessica. To date, she had never had much of a struggle with it: it was just as natural for her to caress her daughter as knowing where to stop.

“An’ then Mommy… then she kissed me there, there, she kissed my cunnie!! I almost died when she did that! Oh, Mom, it was the most… I had never imagined that! She did so many things on my pussy with her mouth and tongue, I… I can’t right remember what she did, only that it was the wonderfullest, loveliest, deliciousest thing I’ve ever ever felt! Oh, Mom, just thinking about it now…”

The little girl slid her hand between her enticing thighs, cupping her crotch. Susan kissed the top of her head and put her own hand (damp with her juices) over her daughter’s, softly pressing it against her tender pussy.

“Yes, love, I know, I understand,” she sighed hotly. “Touch yourself all you want. But tell me… what next!”

“Next I was feeling so incredibly good, Mommy, more and more good, it seemed I was flying, I really thought I was dying!. But I wasn’t scared, I wanted that more ‘n more ‘n more, till… I dunno, I think I fainted, maybe, cuz then Auntie was touching my face with a damp handkerchief and she looked scared. But I made her alright again, by kissing her mouth and telling her that was my happiest time ever! She started laughing and told me I just had my very first or… or…”

“Orgasm, my love. Or-gas-m. The biggest, sweetest joy, isn’t it? Oh, my dear baby, my little girl…” she sniffled and sobbed a little, hugging Jessica against her. Absentmindedly she gave a small, but hot, kiss on the child’s lips and Jessica gasped. It had been almost, almost like one of her Aunt’s kisses! The moment passed, her mom was caressing her hair. The girl perceived the scent of her mother’s pussy on that hand, a scent familiar to her.

“Then Auntie asked me if I wanted to see her without clothes on. She asked me! Oh Mom, as if I was not crazy wanting to see her that way, since I don’t know when! I helped her with the zipper in the back, and taking off her pretty dress, it was so neat!”

“What was she wearing, my love,” her mother panted, “tell me.”

“She had on a pretty white bra, almost see-through, I could see her big nipples through it, and little white panties, the kind you like, Mom, see-through too. She told me to take the bra off for her, cool! So I undid it, and that was when I first got to see her, um, her tits. Ooh, Mommy, they are so beautiful. She held my head and kissed me, and then she kind of put my face over her tits… and I kissed and kissed them forever, and took her nipples in my mouth like babies do!”

“Ooh,” moaned the mother, “how lovely, she must have been so happy!”

“Yeah, she kept doing those happy sounds all the time. And touching me all over… I was naked, of course. And next, Mommy, I just grabbed her panties and pulled them down! I didn’t ask her, I just did it! She gave a squeal, she seemed to like that a lot, an’ she cried yes, yes, laughing and telling me I was a little devil, her adored little devil, she said.”

Susan was openly masturbating now, under her skirt, but not so much that her daughter couldn’t see her hand moving, and hear the liquid sounds and her mother’s labored breathing. Jessica’s own little hand was also moving, inside her Disney panties.

“I thought she might have lots of hair on her pussy, Mom, but she only has a little, on top. She maybe uses scissors, like you do… well, anyway next we got on the bed again and we kissed and kissed, it was so good! An’ then… she sort of lifted me up, putting me over her face! I didn’t know anything could be so, sooo beautiful as when she began to kiss my pussy again and put her tongue inside me. Inside, Mom, it was the most de-licious thing I have ever felt!”

“Yes, it is, love,” the woman moaned, her hand active on her cunt. “And did you, did you… with her?”

“No, Auntie said today it was just for me to be happy, that next time if I wanted she would teach me how to do that to her. If I wanted it! Mom, oh Mom! Oh, oh, oh… I… I… AAAHH…!!”

She thrashed on her mother’s lap, cute little cries signaling her orgasm. Susan couldn’t help it, she glued her mouth against her girl’s exquisite lips, stifling her moans of joy as she had her own wonderful ecstasy too.

——————

The little girl was sweetly sleeping in her bedroom when Susan’s sister Doris called. The young mother was reclining on the couch, naked, two glasses of wine enjoyed, Mozart playing softly in the background, three orgasms making her body languid and deliciously tired. She was a most happy woman.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.” Susan put her fingers on her pussy again, closing her eyes. What a flow over her fingers.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes,” she sighed, lightly grazing her love button.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.” Susan smiled, remembering her lovely little girl’s face of rapture.

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…” She stiffled a giggle.

At first Susan had been rather nervous about sending the child to see her aunt. Did she really want to make a lesbian of her? But then she had seen things more clearly. There could be no harm in trusting her little girl to her sister, she was sure Doris would never do anything hurtful to her. She knew now she had been right.

“But… I thought you didn’t remember,” Doris was saying.

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years!”

She’d had uncounted orgasms recalling her ravishing sister’s love, all through those years of appallingly unsatisfying boyfriends and an even more disappointing marriage. Her only real joy had been her own fingers spurred on by those remembrances.

“And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too,” she added.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes!”

A sharp arousal suddenly jolted Susan, a new gush flowing from her open cunt. She was seeing in her mind her sister’s incredibly desirable body, asking herself how she could have lived all these years without accepting that she wanted only her. She gasped, pinching her hard nipples.

“And,” she panted, “I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again! I love you.”

“I love you.”

She could tell Doris was masturbating too, she remembered so well her breathing as she’d had her pleasure. “Together, love, let’s do it together…”

“Yes Sussy! Oh, I have loved you all my life… let’s… let’s…”

“Yes, yes! Tomorrow, love!”

“Tomorrow! Yes… ah, ah, I love you, sis… ooh…”

“Yes, YES! Together… now… aah, aah… AAAAAAH!!”

“OOOOHH!!”

They heard each other’s diminishing breaths for a while, no words needed for their bond.

“Tomorrow, darling. I’ll be there.”

“I am counting the seconds, little sister.”

The End