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The O Girls, Part One

  • Posted on February 20, 2018 at 7:15 am

By 1000 Monkeys

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

An uncharacteristic silence hung in the air of the brightly lit school classroom. Twenty-eight normally rowdy sixth-grade students were hunched quietly over their desks, the loudest noise coming from the buzzing florescent light fixtures above. It was a Friday afternoon, and everyone was working on the first major history test of the school year. Their teacher, Mrs. Johnson, relished the tranquility and spent her time grading papers.

Young Bethany, a bright and perky twelve-year-old redhead seated in the front row close to the window, sighed to herself in frustration. She was having an especially hard time with the last essay question, and was in the middle of erasing it for another go when the bell in the hall rang abruptly to signal the end of class. Beth jumped in her seat, the loud clanging startling her. A collective groan came from her fellow classmates – obviously there were quite a few who hadn’t finished the test. The clock on the wall confirmed it was 3:15, so school was officially over for the weekend. The room immediately filled with the drone of young voices talking over each other, and Beth threw down her pencil in dismay.

“Okay, class, that’s all the time you have,” called out Mrs. Johnson over the increasing chatter. “Take your tests and pass them to the front before you leave for the weekend. Make sure your name is on it! Also study chapter 8 in your math textbook for Monday, and remember to get your parents to sign the permission slip if you want to go on the science trip next week.”

Beth grumbled to herself, upset that she hadn’t finished the final question. She was still new at the school, having moved to the area just three months earlier during summer break. Her father had taken a new position at a large pharmaceutical company and Beth’s parents had dragged her from the bustling city to the picturesque town of Crestview – also known as Boring, USA. An only child, she was finding it hard to adjust to the small town atmosphere where everyone seemed to know everyone… except her. One of her favorite things, schoolwork, was even suffering from the move. Although she had easily maintained straight A’s at her old school, she was finding it extremely difficult to keep up the same grades here. She wasn’t sure if the work was actually harder, or if she was just too distracted with being the ‘new girl’ and trying to fit in.

Beth felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see the smiling face of Trisha, the pretty blondee who sat behind her. Trisha was holding out the collected test papers for Beth, who added her own to the top and tossed the stack on the teacher’s desk. Beth shoved her school supplies in her backpack and stood to join the line of impatient kids filing into the hallway. Once more she felt someone tap her shoulder, and when she looked it was Trisha – again.

“Uh, Beth, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked.

Beth frowned. Trisha was one of the most popular girls in sixth grade, part of the in-crowd that was always going to parties and having fun. Although Beth was pretty enough and had a great personality (or so her mom kept telling her), she knew she tended to be a bit shy, and had always enjoyed schoolwork… which was typically enough to keep girls like Trisha from seeing her as a social equal. Although Beth was okay with being ‘just another girl’, she hadn’t made any new friends at this school and was beginning to worry that she’d been labeled an outcast. Trisha had never taken the time to speak with her outside of what was necessary for school, so Beth was curious what she wanted.

“Um, sure Trish, what’s up?”

Trisha grabbed Beth’s hand. “Follow me. I want to talk to you in private.”

Trisha weaved her way with Beth into the packed hallway, but instead of following the crowd streaming towards the exit they moved against the flow, finally stopping inside a vacant, dimly lit stairwell at the back of the school. The din of noisy, yelling students gradually faded as the school emptied.

“What are we doing here, Trish? I’ll be late getting home.”

Trisha smiled with a kind of odd, secretive grin. “This’ll only take a minute. I know you’re new in school and I haven’t talked with you much, but you’ve been here two months already and you haven’t found any friends.”

Beth opened her mouth to object, embarrassed that someone like Trisha was monitoring her apparently nonexistent social life. Trisha sensed this and spoke again quickly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to give you a hard time. I’d actually like to make you an offer that could get you a lot of friends.”

Beth closed her mouth.

Trisha continued, “I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors about me, that I’m part of a special club. Do you know what it is?”

Shaking her head, Beth mumbled, ”Well, I heard someone saying that you and some of the other, uh, popular girls are all part of some secret thing… and they want to get into it too, but they don’t actually know what it is.”

Trisha grinned broadly. “And that’s just the way we like to keep it. Only those in the club know what we do or even what it’s called. Last night we had a vote and, well, we all decided that you should join us.”

Beth’s mouth fell open in shock. The popular girls wanted her to join them? She couldn’t believe it. “Uh, me, really? But why?”

“We really like you – we’ve been watching you for a while, and think you’ll fit right in.” Trisha emphasized that by quickly running her eyes up and down Beth’s body, which Beth found slightly disconcerting. “Now, we’re really picky on who we invite, and we first have to absolutely trust you. So if you want to join you’ll have to agree to do something.”

“Um, w-what?” stuttered Beth, suddenly panicking that this was all too good to be true and she wasn’t going to get to join after all.

“Well… it’s a little bit naughty, but that’s like what the club’s all about. You just have to trust us before we can trust you. So to join, you have to agree to do whatever we ask, but I can’t tell you what it is first. Call it your initiation.”

Beth hesitated, the logical part of her brain screaming at her to be cautious. “I don’t know about that… how do I know this isn’t going to be some sort of trick?”

Trisha slipped off her backpack and unzipped it. She rummaged around inside and came out holding a small digital video camera. “What you have to do is film yourself performing a dare with this camera. Full instructions are recorded on it, but before you can have it, you have to absolutely promise you’re going to do whatever it asks. Everyone in the club did it to join, even me. So you know it’s not a trick, there’s proof in here you can watch, but once you accept there’s no backing out.”

Beth reached toward the video camera but Trisha snatched it back, her expression shifting from friendly to serious, shaking the camera at Beth as she continued speaking. “This is a very secret club. If you take this, you’re joining us for real. So if you don’t do what it says or if you ever talk about the club to anyone else,” she paused for dramatic effect, “I will make your life fucking hell.”

Standing there slightly stunned at the force behind Trish’s words, Beth thought about what she was being offered. Joining the popular girls could very well change her life for the better at school… but what in the world did they want her to do? Would it get her in trouble?

Beth reached out and placed her hand on the camera. “I don’t have to do anything against the law, do I? Like steal something, or hurt someone?”

Trisha’s serious look instantly disappeared and she laughed, deep blue eyes sparking in the dim light of the stairwell. “Of course not – in fact, I know you’re going to like it. So, you swear you’ll do the dare and join us?”

Even though Beth didn’t know what the club was actually for, she didn’t care. Her longing to fit in at school and be accepted, bolstered by the thought of hanging out with the A-crowd and maybe becoming one of them herself, squashed any hesitation she had over the unknown dare. It had to be worth the risk.

She made up her mind and nodded, smiling as she accepted the camera. “Yes, I swear… I’ll do it.”

Trisha’s face beamed with joy as she rubbed her hands together. “Great! I’ll expect the camera back on Monday. Like I said, watch the first video to see what you have to do, and then there’s a couple other videos with members doing their dares.” She smiled slyly, “You’ll probably find those help a lot.”

Then Trisha reached out and grabbed Beth’s free hand with her own, looking deeply into her eyes with an expression that the redhead couldn’t place. “I’m so glad you agreed. We really wanted you.” After that, she turned and opened the stairwell door to leave.

Suddenly remembering something, Beth called out, “Hey, wait a minute — what’s the club called?”

Looking over her shoulder, the blonde answered, “The O Girls.”

“Huh? What do you mean, ‘oh’? What is this, some sort of Oprah cult?”

With a mischievous grin, Trisha laughed and replied, “Far from it. Just watch the video, okay? And make sure you’re all by yourself when you do.”

With that Trisha walked out, leaving Beth alone and confused, holding the video camera. The O Girls? What the hell? Although tempted to switch on the camera right there in the stairwell and see what secrets it held, she knew her mother would start worrying if she was too late getting home. So she dropped it in her backpack and left, running down the empty school hallway towards her bike.

She had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting weekend.

* * *

It was early Saturday morning before Beth got a chance to look at the camera’s contents. Curiosity had been killing her the night before, but she wanted to make sure she had enough time and privacy to figure out what this so-called dare involved. Since her family always slept in late on the weekends, usually until at least 10 AM, Beth set her alarm clock early to 7 AM. She awakened feeling a mixture of nervous apprehension and excitement.

Last night she’d noticed that the video camera had a television output jack, and she snuck a cable from her dad’s supply so she could watch whatever it held on the big LCD screen in her bedroom, instead of on the camera’s tiny one. Plugging everything in, she sat cross-legged in her favorite white pajamas at the end of her bed and switched the camera to play mode. It made a ‘bong’ sound through the television’s speakers, and flashed a logo, then displayed a list of recorded files. There was one file named WATCHME with a date from late Thursday night, and then three others with non-descriptive names dating from nearly a year ago up until last month.

She used the camera’s tiny joystick to move the cursor over to the WATCHME file and pressed play. The screen flickered with static for a few seconds, then solidified into the blurry image of something red. There were a few loud thumping sounds and the picture wobbled as the camera was put on a table. A figure stepped back, the focus adjusted, and Beth saw that it was Trisha standing in what must have been her bedroom. The window across from the camera was black, the only illumination coming from her bedside light. Trisha wore a red t-shirt and skinny blue jeans, her blonde hair held back with a black headband. Beth couldn’t help but notice how Trisha’s perky little breasts and hard nipples showed clearly through the thin material of the skin-tight shirt, the single source of light emphasizing their shape by casting long shadows across her chest.

“Hi Beth,” came Trisha’s friendly voice through the speakers, “If you’re watching this then you’ve decided to join us, and I’m only making this because I knew you would. The girls and I are really excited to have you join. As I’m sure I already told you, this is a very secret club, and the first rule is you must never talk about it to anyone, especially your parents or friends. What’s on this camera is just between us.”

Trisha leaned in closer and grinned. “Welcome to ‘The O Girls’! There are five members so far — me, Katie, Johanna, Britney, Abby, and now you to make an even six. I’m kind of the leader, but we all decide things together, like deciding on you. In case you’re wondering, the ‘O’ stands for orgasm, and the whole point of The O Girls is to have them.”

Beth’s face fell in shock. Orgasm? Although still young, she certainly knew what that meant. Was this some sort of sex club? Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as a sudden rush of adrenaline flooded into her veins. What had she gotten herself into?

The recorded Trisha continued explaining. “And now for your dare. You have to show us your O. That means you have to tape yourself coming. And not just showing your face or in panties, you have to be naked and we have to see it. You can get off however you want, but don’t try to fake it – we can tell. Everyone in the club’s already done it, and on this camera you’ll find me, and Johanna’s and Abby’s videos to prove that we’re for real… and maybe even give you some ideas.

“Rule number two is that we get ourselves and each other off all the time, so don’t be surprised if we’re a little frisky with you. We all want that amazing feeling, and getting it from someone else feels twice as good. Sleepovers, after-school homework, play dates, hanging out – there’s a lot of chances to get together, and when we can’t there’s webcams and making tapes to swap.”

Beth still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had discovered the joys of masturbation about a year earlier after a surprisingly graphic sex education video at school made her extremely curious, but while she certainly enjoyed giving her body the happy feeling – quite frequently, in fact – she’d never considered doing that sort of thing in front of someone else, or with another girl. She’d always known it was a private thing, and what they were doing was sick… wasn’t it?

On-screen, Trisha sat down on her bed before continuing. “If you’re wondering why we picked you, it actually started off as kind of a tease – we should invite the brainy new girl with no friends, right? But then we kept an eye on you and decided you were actually really nice. And the more I watched you, the more I noticed that you have a friggin’ hot body.”

Trisha licked her lips as her hand moved to her crotch, touching herself through her jeans. “Sitting behind you in class every day, I can’t stop thinking about grabbing that yummy ass you keep teasing me with, pressing my lips into yours and sucking on your tongue… then sliding my hand down your pants and feeling your wet cunny. Hey, someday I’ll probably do that.”

Beth’s face flushed a deep red color – almost matching her hair – to hear someone talk about her so crudely, especially a girl her own age that she barely knew. Still, a part of her was deeply flattered that Trisha thought of her that way. Was she really that sexy?

Trisha continued, “And we already know you’re totally into girls. We tested you for a couple weeks and saw how closely you looked when one of us flashed you. Like the other day in the locker room at the gym when Katie bent over right in front of you in her thong. Remember how it was sweaty and you could see right through it? That was just for you, and you really seemed to enjoy getting an eyeful of her ass.”

If it was possible, Beth’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red in complete embarrassment. The truth was she had been checking out girls while they were changing, but she didn’t think anyone had noticed. No one really got naked in there, since all they did was change in and out of sweats for gym class, but she still enjoyed sneaking glances at girls in their skimpy panties, and especially liked it when someone didn’t wear a bra. Did that mean she liked girls, and not boys? Or maybe she just liked both.

Beth realized that Trisha was still talking on the TV screen. “…and I know we all feel the same way. Well, it’s late now, and I gotta finish what I started here before I can get to sleep. I’ll be thinking sexy thoughts about you, hoping you’ll join.” Trisha stood up and added, “Now you just have one thing to do: show me your O!” She reached out toward the camera and the screen went dark.

Her hand shaking, Beth put the camera down and flopped on her back, staring vacantly at the light fixture on the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into? She’d never done anything even vaguely sexual with anyone else in the past, and here she was expected to make a nude tape of herself getting off so five girls she barely knew could watch her – and who knew how many others might see it in the future. Much to her chagrin, that thought generated a lustful longing deep in her body. What kind of horny slut was she to actually like that idea?

Beth sat up and grabbed the camera. She had to see those other videos to find out if this was for real. Selecting the first file dated nearly a year ago she pressed Play and leaned back. The television screen flickered to a bedroom she already recognized – it was Trisha’s, but some things had moved around and this time bright daylight streamed through the window across from the camera. Trisha stepped into view from the side wearing light purple pajamas, a beam of sunlight shining on her back and causing her golden blonde hair to glow like a halo around her head. She looked a little younger than she had in the previous video.

“Hi,” said the girl on the screen in a cheerful voice, “I’m Trisha, and I just turned eleven last month. Right now I’m in fifth grade at Crestview Middle School, and I want to show you my O.”

Without hesitation she tugged her pajama top off in one smooth motion and Beth immediately perked up. Trisha’s undeveloped chest was essentially flat, the first swells of her budding breasts just beginning to stand out from her ribs. Beth knew that Trisha’s boobs had grown quite a bit since this video was shot, but it was really sexy seeing her younger like this. Despite her lack of development, Trisha’s nipples were unusually large and puffy, tinted a deep pink color that stood out proudly against her pale, untanned skin. She turned around and pulled down her pajama bottoms, exposing her perfect little girl ass. Trisha’s plump cheeks jiggled as she kicked the pajamas to the side. Oh wow, thought Beth, she’s actually naked!

Still facing the other way, Trisha slapped her ass with both hands and cupped her cheeks, squeezing them tightly. She pivoted to face the camera and walked towards it seductively, slender hips swaying side-to-side as the television screen filled with an extreme close-up of her crotch.

Beth gasped involuntarily at the amazing view of Trisha’s flawless pussy, so clear she could actually make out the texture of her skin. Trisha’s puffy outer lips were squeezed tightly between her thighs, creating a triangle of snow white flesh with two perfectly curved bulges at the bottom. Her clit hood and inner labia formed a prominent ridge of darker colored skin that carved a sensuous line down the middle of her fat mound before disappearing between her legs. A tuft of almost invisible blonde pubic hair sprouted above the dimpled crown of her furrow, and delicate fingers came from above to stroke the golden fuzz.

“This stuff’s new,” the girl’s voice said. “I kinda like it since it’s so soft.”

Just then the camera moved, panning upward to Trisha’s round and happy-looking face, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. The image shook around a bit then settled at a higher perspective near the foot of her bed, looking over it at an angle. The camera shifted sideways until the entire bed was perfectly centered, and then the naked little girl stepped back into view and grinned toothily at the camera.

“This is my all-time favorite thing to do before school,” she whispered. Trisha turned and jumped on the bed stomach first, bouncing up and down as she landed.

She rose on her knees and grabbed a pillow, wedging it vertically between her legs and up against her pussy. Still facing away from the camera, she bent over and put her weight on her arms, then spread her knees and wiggled her crotch down on the bunched-up pillow. She began humping her hips slowly, rubbing her tiny twat in smooth strokes along it. Beth watched mesmerized as the pudgy little globes of Trisha’s buttocks clenched and unclenched while she steadily ground herself against the pillow. Her back arched and muscles flexed as she rode it in graceful, practiced motions. Wow, thought Beth, Trisha was really going to do this on tape!

Trisha began thrusting her pelvis harder and faster, the bed springs squeaking in protest at her rhythmic humping. After a minute she stopped and rolled over on her back, grabbing the pillow and pressing the part that had been touching her pussy against her face. After a moment she placed it under her head.

“It’s getting too wet, so I gotta stop that,” said Trisha quietly over the speakers. Beth wondered if Trisha would smell her pussy’s scent on that pillow all night long as she slept.

Beth feasted her eyes greedily on every nuance of Trisha’s undeveloped figure lying flat on the bed. Eventually she spread her legs, reaching down with both hands to stretch her vagina open as far as she could. The skin on the inside of her pussy crack was smooth and shiny, her inner labia sticking out like a fleshy little Mohawk until she grabbed the twin lips with her fingers and peeled them apart, fully exposing the intimate pink core of her juvenile sex. The small dark entrance of Trisha’s immature canal gaped open obscenely as she tugged her lips to the side, the moistness inside glistening in the light.

Beth felt her own pussy twitch at the incredibly intimate thing she was witnessing, and felt a drop of lubrication ooze slowly from her virgin hole and soak into the crotch of her pajamas. She was getting turned on something fierce, and all by another girl.

On the screen, Trisha delicately ran her finger between her labia, toying with the little flaps of skin before rubbing the length of her pussy with her hand. Beth could tell she was concentrating near the top, around her clitoris, and she knew for a fact that touching there felt especially good. Trisha began curling her fingers into the entrance of her pussy and dragging them upwards, and Beth figured she was spreading her wetness to make the rubbing easier.

As if reading her thoughts, the girl whispered almost inaudibly “I’m so wet down there… and it feels so good to rub it on myself…”

The camera angle wasn’t quite right to see the action clearly, so Beth leaned in towards the television as Trisha fingered herself with increasing passion, high-pitched mewing sounds escaping her open mouth. Beth had never heard a girl make noises like that before and found them highly erotic. She turned up the volume and discovered she could also hear Trisha’s tiny pussy making lewd slurping noises as she probed its depths with her fingers, gathering and spreading a slimy layer of liquid arousal over her yielding flesh.

Trisha’s mewing grew into earnest moans as she thrust her hips into her hand with even greater urgency, rocking back and forth on the bed and causing the headboard to bang lightly against the wall. Abruptly Trisha stopped and shifted her position closer to the camera, drawing her legs apart into a spread eagle position.

“I’m getting close, and I want you to see everything,” she said in an undertone.

Trisha tilted her pelvis upwards, shamelessly giving the camera a perfect view of her inflamed red pussy and the dark rosebud of her anus nestled between the swells of her buttocks. Trisha’s entire crotch glistened with wetness, and more seemed to be flowing down the crack of her ass. Since she hadn’t wet her hands with spit or anything, Beth knew that all that juice was straight from her pussy. Feeling the growing wetness between her own legs, she smiled knowingly.

With one hand Trisha pulled the skin at the top of her cleft and popped her swollen clit from under its hood, while with the other she began directly stroking the bright pink bump, occasionally dipping her fingers in her leaking hole for fresh lubrication. Trisha threw her head back against the pillow, licking her lips and moaning “uh, uh, uh” as her body trembled and her thighs jiggled, the intense sensation of rubbing directly on her clit head driving her wild with lust. Her fingers moved faster and the pitch of her voice increased until all of a sudden she groaned and gasped, “Oh god, I’m gonna come!”

Trisha’s hips hunched upwards sharply, mashing her clit into her hand as her lungs sucked in short bursts of air. She froze, her mouth hanging open in an expression of agonized anticipation. Every muscle in Trisha’s young body clenched, the tendons in her calves standing out as she strained right on the edge of release. Beth swore she could see Trisha’s cunt gape open even wider and her fleshy pink canal start to push out, until suddenly the girl’s lungs released a rush of air and she shrieked, tossing her head and arching her back as her body writhed in a powerful climax. Muscles deep in the young girl’s vagina pulsed in rapid contractions, her stomach heaving and the dark star of her sphincter winking open and closed in time with each orgasmic convulsion. Trisha’s hand twitched on top of her clit, drawing out the feelings of ecstasy for as long as she could.

Beth had never watched another girl come before and thought Trisha looked absolutely beautiful – stunning, in fact.

Soon enough it was over, and Trisha lay spent on her back, breathing heavily with her legs splayed open and her satisfied sex organs on full display. Beth heard her mumble something to herself about a great ‘O’ as she ran her hands over her body. Eventually Trisha sighed contentedly and leaned over on her side, looking into the camera with a wide grin on her face and giggling. She was obviously quite pleased with herself. She looked between her legs and started laughing out loud, giving her pussy a few hard slaps with her hand as she looked back at the camera. “That was one of the best ever! I got so horny knowing someone’s gonna be watching this — it made me super wet. Just look at my bed!”

Trisha stood up and took the camera, holding it over the bed as she focused on a dark wet stain that her masturbation session had left on the sheets. Beth could see the outline of Trisha’s ass from where her pussy’s leaking juices had pooled around it, and there was a smear of something thick and white in the middle. The camera swung up to her face. “Just look at the mess I made,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip playfully. “I’m such a dirty girl… I don’t know what my mom thinks of my sheets when she changes them!”

The camera’s view blurred and re-focused on a close-up of Trisha’s now red and swollen pussy. Her skin was glossy with slick lubrication and thick white cream oozed from between her protruding labia. With one hand Trisha spread the top of her furrow, pulling the skin of her clit hood back and for the first time giving Beth a close-up look at the pointed pink nub of her bloated clitoris. Gooey strings of lubrication stretched from one side of her deep cleft to the other.

“She’s so big now,” commented Trish, obviously referencing her clit. “She still feels like she’s on fire!”

Trisha released her grip and her little love button disappeared amongst the soothing warm folds of flesh. Her fingers moved lower, sliding along her labia and between her legs, coming out coated with gooey pussy juice and streaks of something thick and white. Her gleaming fingers moved upwards, the camera following them all the way until she stuck them in her mouth and cleaned them off with a loud smack of her lips. She moaned appreciatively at the heady taste of her aftermath.

“I love making myself come like that before school… then my pussy feels warm and happy all morning.” Her hand disappeared from view and came back with another thick coating of sexual fluids that she again sucked from her fingers.

Trisha smiled into the camera and licked her lips. “Mmm, I hoped you liked watching my O… I really enjoyed showing it to you.” The camera shook as she picked it up, and a moment later the screen went black. The video was over.

Beth sat on the edge of her bed, too stunned to move. That was so fucking hot, she thought to herself, slightly uncomfortable at her own use of foul language even if it was only in her head.

She reached down to her crotch and found that her pajama bottoms now had a very large wet spot, the damp fabric wedged in the crack of her pussy and clinging to her skin. Shifting her position, she felt another trickle of lubrication leak between her legs. She couldn’t believe she was so turned on — and all from watching another girl masturbate.

What would the next video show? Beth quickly queued up the second file.

Part Two is coming soon!

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 14

  • Posted on February 18, 2018 at 6:57 am

By Naughty Mommy

After a deep breath, Heather took a step forward. She was blushing but also grinning, evidently pleased to be the focus of attention as she faced her audience: a trio of naked ladies. The three sat perched on the edge of Kay’s bed, looking hungrily at the pretty twelve-year-old.

The other kids, Felicity, Cherise, and Addison, who already were nude, stood in a line just behind Heather. I was off to one side, watching and directing everything, with a hand between my legs, gently massaging my swollen clit. Although I wasn’t in a hurry to come, there was no way I could keep from touching myself. Seeing these girls displaying their tempting young bodies to their horny moms had me in a state of perpetual arousal.

I hadn’t told the women to play with themselves as they watched their daughters strip, but I hadn’t told them not to either. At any rate, they were. Danielle, in the middle, had both hands on her pussy. Donna and Kay each were rubbing themselves with one hand as the other fondled their tits. Like me, they weren’t frantic about it, just somewhat casual, but definitely masturbating.

We all had come not too long before, about twenty minutes earlier down in the living room — all except Felicity, that is. I didn’t think she had reached orgasm when the rest of us did, though she might have. At the time I’d been sort of preoccupied with my own climax, so I wasn’t certain. I intended to ask her about that, but not yet.

“Go on, sweetie,” said Donna to Heather. “Let’s get a look at you.”

“Okay,” the girl nodded, while still making no effort to begin. She stood quietly, breathing deeply, chest rising and falling. It was easy for us to see, through her tight yellow pullover shirt, the shape of her rounded buds and erect nipples.

She was barefoot, wearing a cherry red skater skirt, quite short, and that clinging top. Her shiny, straight blonde hair was parted in the middle and fell just past her shoulder blades. She wore only a touch of makeup, light pink lip gloss along with a bit of eyeliner and mascara, to highlight her natural beauty, which was considerable. Although she wasn’t tall, Heather’s legs were long in proportion to her body and pleasingly slim. Such a lovely little pubescent figure, utterly desirable. I rubbed my clit faster as I gazed at her.

Finally, she reached to the side, unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt, letting it slip to the floor and stepping out of it. Again she paused for several moments, the tension increasing. This girl definitely had a flair for the dramatic. Then she placed both hands on the hem of her shirt and slowly began to raise it. We saw her belly button come into view, and what seemed like acres of soft unblemished skin, until at last her budding breasts were revealed.

“God!” I exclaimed in a rush of air. I hadn’t meant to say anything and didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath, but I had and I did. No one looked at me, though. Everyone’s eyes were on Heather.

Lifting the shirt up and off and dropping it behind her, the girl tossed her head to shake out her golden hair. She stood proud and straight, shoulders back, chest out, smiling at the women who were ogling her. Oh my god, Heather’s puffy nipples about drove me crazy. I could feel an orgasm starting to build and deliberately slowed my pace, holding my vulva with one hand and lightly squeezing. Right now I had a job to do. There would be plenty of time later to come.

Heather slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her hot pink panties and began peeling them down. Ah, yes, look at that perfect young pussy, so delicious. Not much pubic hair yet, just some blonde fuzz around the edges of her labia. Sliding the undies down her legs, she stepped out of them, and then she was nude. We all clapped for her as she eased back into line with the other three girls.

“Okay, uh…” I croaked. I felt feverish with passion and sexual need. Sweat beaded on my forehead. After clearing my throat and swallowing, I managed to say, “Is everyone ready for the next part of the lesson?”

“Sure,” said Kay, grinning broadly. “Let’s do it.”

“All right, so, I need the moms to lie back on the bed now. Stay where you are, but just lean back. That’s right, good. And, um, kids, I’m gonna have you do sort of what your moms did earlier. You know, you’ll let them have a nice close-up look at your pussies. Okay?”

Heather’s and Felicity’s eyes went very wide, but they didn’t object. Addison and Cherise just giggled. By now, those two were getting used to my outrageous requests.

“Jesus,” I heard one of the women murmur. I think it probably was Donna. She said nothing else, though, and I proceeded.

“Addison, come here.”

I took the girl by the arm and helped her onto the bed, positioning her over Kay. When I finished, the child was on her knees, straddling her mother’s face, legs spread wide, hairless pussy in full view. I did the same with Cherise, arranging her above Danielle. Then I had both of Donna’s daughters get up on the bed. I put Heather directly over her mom’s face, with Felicity just off to the side.

With everyone in place, I stepped back to admire the scene. So fucking hot. I was on the other side of the bed now, facing the girls, and I was incredibly turned on. Not wanting to hold back any longer, I brought both hands between my legs, vigorously rubbing my sex. Still, I had to continue teaching. I had to stay at least partly in control of myself and the situation.

“All right, now, you guys,” I said, “I want each of you to use your fingers and spread your pussies open, so your moms can see you. Go on, open up nice and wide for them. That’s right, yeah, beautiful.”

I heard groans from the women, heavy sighs of incestuous lust and desire. Kay and Danielle both licked their lips. Although my view was somewhat obstructed, I could tell that all three of them were masturbating as they looked at their daughters, and that was just fine. I had no problem with that. In fact, it’s what I wanted them to do.

Sliding a finger up inside my slippery wet cunt while stroking my clit with the other hand, I said to the girls, “Now start touching yourselves for them. Show your mommies how you like to play with your pussies. Yeah… oh, that’s good, rub your little clitties, put your fingers inside, let them watch you. Let them see everything.”

As the children began masturbating just above their mother’s faces, I stepped a little closer and said, in a soft voice, “Addison, I know you already came twice downstairs, but do you think you can come again?”

She glanced up at me. The nine-year-old’s cheeks were very red and she was breathing quickly. “Yeah, uh-huh, I think so.”

Then she looked back down at her mom. With her left hand, Addison held her smooth labia wide open while with the first two fingers of her right hand she teased her clit, squeezing and tickling the tiny pink bud.

“Ohhh, god yes, god yes,” sighed Kay, “do it, baby girl, play with your little pussy for me. Make yourself come for Mommy.”

Addison rubbed herself even faster. I turned to Cherise. “How about you, sweetie? Can you make yourself come for your mom?”

Cherise didn’t look up, but simply nodded to indicate she’d heard me. “Mm-hm,” was all she said. Her eyes remained locked on her mother’s face. Both hands were between her legs, holding her lips apart, lovely virgin slit glistening with moisture. With her thumbs she made sort of a scissoring motion, stimulating her clit, and I could hear the girl whimpering as her whole body trembled. It seemed clear to me that she was nearly ready to come.

Danielle ran her tongue all the way around her mouth, then said, “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, come for me, baby!”

With Cherise right on the edge and Addison getting close too, I went to Heather. But I didn’t even have a chance to ask how she was doing. She immediately volunteered, in between gasps, “Almost — almost — almost there!” I saw that she had one finger pushed inside her vagina while the other hand flew in a blur over her clit.

“Felicity,” I said, “as soon she comes, as soon as Heather finishes, then I want you to get on top of your mom and do the same, okay?”

The younger child’s big blue eyes were wide with excitement and wonder, her cheeks aflame. She’d probably never in her life imagined doing anything like this. But she nodded quickly and eagerly, accepting my instruction, fingers moving fast between her legs.

“Do you think you can come?” I asked Felicity.

“Yeah, I can, for sure,” she said. “I want to.”

“Okay, good.”

Just as I was saying these words, Heather reached orgasm. She started grunting loudly and bent forward at the waist, supporting herself with one hand as powerful spasms tore through her body.

“Fuck! FUCK!!” roared Donna as she came too, face in a grimace, eyes tightly shut.

I heard a cry from Cherise — “Mommy!” — and I saw the girl throw her head back as she climaxed.

“Ohhh!!!” Danielle followed close behind, bringing herself to orgasm while her daughter came almost in her face.

God, it was so hot! I still had a finger inside myself and my clit was throbbing. I needed to come, very badly, but before that, I said to Felicity, “Now! Get on top of your mom now!”

It helped that Heather had already crumpled away to the side, both hands clamped between her legs. I grabbed Felicity by the arm and pulled her into position, straddling her mother’s head, smooth little pussy only inches away from Donna’s mouth.

“Rub yourself,” I told the girl. “Rub your fucking pussy! I want you to come for your mom!”

“Okay.”

It took her another minute to get there, maybe two. Felicity masturbated, small fingers moving in circles around her clit, and I masturbated as I watched.

Meanwhile, Kay and Addison both reached climax, the child falling onto the bed as she finished, Kay turning to take her little girl in her arms and hold her, kissing and gently caressing. Cherise was lying with Danielle too, mother and daughter in a sweet intimate embrace.

Opening her eyes and finding Felicity right above her, Donna gasped, “Oh my god — look at that beautiful pussy!”

She started rubbing herself again right away even though she’d come only a minute or so before. Then I noticed that Heather had pushed herself to a sitting position and was leaning over her mother’s crotch, staring closely at the woman’s juicy fingers working between her legs. And Heather was masturbating too. I wondered if she would be able to bring herself to orgasm again that quickly.

Soon I got the answer.

Heather was huffing and puffing now, her face turning very red. It looked like she must be holding her breath as her climax approached and then suddenly letting it out, gasping whenever she needed more air. This continued a short while, a repeating cycle. The girl rubbed her little clit, holding her breath and turning crimson, then gasped loudly, almost a choking sound. I wanted to ask if she was getting close, but didn’t dare interrupt as she seemed to be concentrating so hard on reaching a peak.

Then at last it happened.

This time, instead of holding her breath, Felicity made a shrill sound — “Eeeeee!” — rising quickly in pitch until it became a shriek when she finally climaxed.

And when Felicity came, so did her mother, Donna, along with her sister, Heather. All three pretty blondes exploded into orgasm at the same time, and I did too.

That one went on a very long time.

I stood by the bed, somehow managing to keep my feet as wave after wave of delicious erotic energy pulsed from my center, crashing through my body, ecstatic pleasure filling me and completing me. It felt like it might never end, and certainly I never wanted it to be over.

Eventually, of course, it did end.

I was left trembling, but very happy, drenched in perspiration, breathing heavily, fingers gooey and wet. Slowly I opened my eyes.

In front of me, Donna was on her back holding a daughter in each arm, the nude young girls curled up close to her. Danielle and Cherise lay side by side, facing one another, talking quietly.

Addison was sitting cross-legged, chattering to her mom. Kay pushed herself up just then, turning to me with a smile. “How ya doin’, Britt?”

“Oh, uh… I’m great.” My voice was still a little shaky.

Looking at the decorative clock on a small table next to the bed, I saw that it was just past 5:30. We’d spent the last two and half hours talking about sex, stripping for each other and playing with ourselves, each coming at least once, most of us two or even three times. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of feminine arousal.

“You know, I think this might be a good time to break for supper,” I said, wiping sweat from my forehead with one hand while raising the other hand to my mouth to lick my fingers and taste myself.

“Okay, sure,” said Kay. “That sounds fine. Is anyone getting hungry?”

“I am!” chirped Addison, bouncing to her feet on the bed.

Of course, I thought, shaking my head, that kid always said she was hungry, no matter what time it might be. But the others all seemed to agree that they were ready to eat too.

“Nothing fancy tonight,” Kay announced. “Just spaghetti and a green salad. It won’t take long, though. All we gotta do is cook the noodles and heat the sauce.”

“I’ll make the salad,” said Danielle, as she sat up along with Cherise.

“And I brought ice cream for dessert,” added Donna. “Three different kinds. You can each have your choice — even all three if you want!”

“Can we eat naked again?” asked Addison.

Kay chuckled. “Sure we can, that’s fine. Except I think I’ll wear an apron when I’m boiling that hot water.”

Addison hopped to the floor. “Yay! Let’s go!”

There was, however, one minor objection to all this.

As the others began sliding off the bed to go downstairs, chatting comfortably, Heather frowned and asked, “But when are we, you know, gonna have sex?”

“We already are having sex,” I told her, my eyes crinkling with delight. “Just because we haven’t been touching each other that much doesn’t mean we’re not having sex. We’re looking at each other’s bodies, talking dirty, getting turned on, watching each other have orgasms. We absolutely are all having sex together, you girls and your moms, along with me.”

Heather cocked her head again in that adorable way of hers, then said, “Oh, well, yeah. But I mean…”

“No, it’s all right. I know what you meant. And I promise that later, after dinner, we’ll be getting into a whole lot more stuff beyond just masturbating, okay?”

She nodded, blushing, and said, “Um, okay, good.”

Addison and the younger kids were already on their way out the door by then, followed by the three women. Heather and I brought up the rear.

Just as we got to the bottom of the stairs, with those in front of us heading for the kitchen, Heather grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop. I looked at the girl. Her big blue eyes were shining with excitement.

“Will we do it with, you know, our moms?” she whispered. “Have sex with them?”

I smiled at her, then said quietly, “No, probably not. They told me before they don’t think we should do that, so I have to respect their wishes.”

“Oh, okay.”

Heather seemed disappointed with my answer. I was too, of course. I patted her shoulder, and kissed her lightly on the cheek, then we walked together toward the kitchen.

Chapter 15 is coming soon!

Note to readers: Recently I’ve come up against some difficult and challenging personal issues that have distracted me from my writing. I hope to have another chapter of this story finished in the fairly near future, but if it’s delayed a little while, please be patient. 

Piper’s Mom, Chapter 13

  • Posted on February 16, 2018 at 8:54 am

By Amanda Lynn

Later that evening, the three girls lounged naked in their bedroom. Amber sat on the bed brushing Brooke’s hair while Piper stretched out, propped against the headboard, and absently played with her pussy as she read a book. Their day had been full. They swam and went for a hike and canoed out to the island for some sexy fun. They were all tired and soon would be crawling into bed.

Amber, of course, had other plans. “Hey, Piper, where did you take off to earlier today?” she asked. “You were gone for like an hour.”

Piper looked up from her book. “I was with my mom, having sex,” she answered, a broad grin on her face.

“Lucky you,” Brooke said from her spot on the floor where she leaned against the bed between Amber’s legs.

“You’ve never been with Steph, have you, Brooke?” Amber asked.

“Nope. But I would like to,” replied Brooke, applying quick-dry polish to one of her fingernails.

“Does your mom know that Steph and Piper are having sex?”

“Not that I know of. I haven’t told her,” said Brooke, blowing on the newly painted nail.

“How about Steph, Piper? Does she know about Brooke and Neve?”

“I don’t think so. I didn’t tell her,” Piper replied huskily, her finger moving quickly on her clit.

The sight of Piper masturbating to the book she was reading made Amber grin. The teen continued to brush Brooke’s hair as she thought about her rendezvous later in the evening. It amused her that while all this sex was happening between everyone at the cottage, neither Stephanie nor Neve knew that her sister was having sex with her own daughter. Amber couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Brooke asked.

Amber hesitated. Should she tell them about their mothers’ newfound romance? Then an idea came to her, a way for the two women to find out at the same time of the mother-daughter sex that had been going on.

“I do have something to tell you, but let’s wait for Piper to come first,” Amber said.

“Is she playing with her pussy again?” Brooke snickered.

“Yup.”

As if on cue, Piper suddenly dropped the book and clamped her thighs shut, trapping her hand on her pussy. She squealed and began to twitch as she came. While Piper lay there recovering, Amber picked up the discarded book and read the title aloud.

“Tales of Lesbian Erotica, Volume 2 — where did you find this, Piper?” Amber laughed.

“It was… in that cardboard box… in the closet,” Piper panted, pointing toward the other side of the room.

Amber tossed the paperback onto the bed and set down the hairbrush. Listening to Piper orgasm and then looking at the picture on the book’s front cover had only added to Amber’s state of arousal. She toyed with her own clit for a moment, rewarded by an electric jolt that chased through her body.

“So, what did you want to tell us?” Brooke asked, getting up off the floor and retrieving the pillow she’d been sitting on.

“Well, I woke up early this morning because I had to pee. And when I finished in the bathroom, I heard someone in the kitchen. It was Neve,” Amber said.

Brooke plopped down on the bed beside Amber and Piper rolled on her side to face the teen.

“Okay, and…?” said Brooke.

“We sort of had sex. In the kitchen,” Amber smiled, looking at Brooke.

Brooke went wide-eyed. “Really? You had sex with my mom?”

“Awesome!” Piper said.

“Yeah, I did, and yeah it was,” Amber said with a giggle. “Are you okay with that, Brooke?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

“No reason. I just wanted to make sure. But that’s not the best part.”

“Oh? Do tell,” Brooke said excitedly.

“Well, it seems that Steph caught us in the act, but didn’t let on. Later in the day, she told me about it and asked if I would be interested in a threesome with her and Neve after you two fell asleep tonight,” Amber explained, while watching the expressions on the other girls’ faces.

“Did you say ‘Yes’?” Piper asked, her hand between her legs again.

Amber nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“Wait a second…” Brooke paused. ”If you’re having a threesome with them, then that means…”  She broke into a grin. “That means our moms are fucking!”

“Uh-huh,” Amber said. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you. They were going to do that tomorrow, but I thought maybe we could turn that threesome into a fivesome.”

“How?” Brooke asked, eyes wide with excitement.

“Here’s my idea,” Amber said and went on to explain what she had in mind. Piper and Brooke giggled and eagerly agreed. The talk of the five of them having sex together got the young girls very excited and they had their own quick little threesome just to take the edge off.

 

*******

 

Stephanie’s stomach flip-flopped with excitement. Discreetly she checked the time. The girls had disappeared into their room over an hour ago, and she wondered how long it would be before they were asleep and Amber would join them in Neve’s bed. Of course, Neve had no idea this was going to happen.

“I bet the girls will sleep well tonight. They certainly had a busy day.” Neve said as she sat down on the sofa beside Stephanie and handed her a glass of wine.

“Umm. No doubt.”

Stephanie took a sip, then gave Neve a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, sis.”

“My pleasure,” Neve said, resting her head on Stephanie’s shoulder.

They sat in silence for a while. Both women, dressed in comfy pajamas, sipped on their wine and enjoyed the feeling of their bodies brushing against each other.

Stephanie felt a ribbon of pleasure when Neve touched her knee and slowly caressed her way up Stephanie’s leg and down her inner thigh, coming dangerously close to her pussy, only to retreat and stop.

“Steph, I was thinking,” Neve began, concern evident in her voice. “What if the girls don’t accept this? What if they freak out? I mean, I’m sure they won’t, but what if they do?”

Stephanie gave her sister a warm, reassuring smile and said, “Then we’ll deal with it. I too am reasonably sure they’ll accept us being lovers.” She took her sister’s glass from her hand and set it, along with her own, on the coffee table before wrapping Neve in a warm embrace. The truth was that Stephanie was just as concerned as Neve, but more about what Brooke would think rather than Piper.

“I hope so,” Neve whispered.

With a gentle touch, Stephanie lifted her sister’s chin and looked deep into her eyes. “Please don’t worry, baby. Things will work out. Okay?”

Neve nodded and gave Stephanie a meek smile.

Stephanie touched her lips to Neve’s and kissed her softly. “I love you,” she said, then pressed their lips together again, and tasted her mouth. Neve’s soft moan excited Stephanie and a fresh flood of juices soaked into her panties.

She pushed Neve back, and they stretched out on the sofa, Neve on her back and Stephanie on her side leaning against her sister. Breathing hotly, she kissed along Neve’s jawbone and sucked on her earlobe. She found the large buttons of Neve’s pajamas and undid the top two, allowing her hand to slip inside. Sucking on the skin of her sister’s neck, she cupped a bare breast and squeezed it.

Closing her mouth over Neve’s, she captured her bottom lip and sucked on it. Neve drew a sharp breath as Stephanie pinched one of her nipples between two fingers and gave it a twist. She traced the outline of Neve’s mouth with her tongue before kissing her deeply once again.

“You like that?” Stephanie whispered, pulling her hand out of the shirt and running it down to the waistband of Neve’s bottoms.

Neve nodded. “Yes,” she sighed.

Stephanie pushed her hand under the hem of the pajama shirt and traced a lazy finger across the skin of Neve’s belly, brushing against the elastic waistband. Neve hips moved slightly at the touch. Stephanie’s own arousal was building, and she wanted to move to the bedroom before Amber made her appearance. But watching her sister writhe at the touch sent electric ribbons of pleasure up her spine.

Neve’s back arched and she moaned out her sister’s name when Stephanie’s hand slipped easily into her PJs and between her splayed legs. Stephanie felt the slick heat of her labia. Neve was wet, as wet as Stephanie was, she guessed. She played a finger through the folds and dipped into Neve’s opening, then withdrew her hand from Neve’s PJs.

Neve moaned. “No. Don’t stop,” she whimpered.

Stephanie kissed her softly. “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”

Groaning reluctantly, Neve rolled off the sofa after Stephanie. Taking her sister’s hand, Stephanie led her down the hall. Stephanie listened for any sounds from the girls’ room as they passed by. It was quiet, and she guessed that they would be getting their visitor soon. Stephanie was tingling with excitement both from the arousal of the make-out session and the thought of Amber joining them.

Stephanie closed the bedroom door as she watched Neve finish unbuttoning her top. Neve sauntered back toward the bed, dropping her top and cupping her breasts. Stephanie swallowed and unbuttoned her own top as Neve pushed her bottoms off her hips. They puddled at her feet, and she stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

Naked, Neve crawled onto the bed and stretched out like a cat in a spot of moonlight coming through a window. Stephanie moaned at the sexy sight and stripped off her PJs. Crawling across the bed, she hovered over her sister and smiled adoringly at her. Neve wrapped her arms around her and pulled Stephanie down on top of her, finding her mouth.

The passion in her sister’s kiss set Stephanie on fire. Their mouths moved together and tongues curled. Moving her body slightly, Neve moaned into her mouth as their clits rubbed together. Stephanie rolled her hips and shuffled, chasing that sharp thrill she felt when their sex touched.

“Jesus, Steph,” Neve rasped breathlessly.

Stephanie moved her hips again, pressing down on Neve’s pussy with her own. “Is that what you want, baby?”

Neve opened her mouth to speak but was unable. Instead, she nodded urgently, eyes pleading.

Smiling, feeling both love and lust, Stephanie kissed Neve again. Deep in her own belly, that familiar pressure she knew all too well was building. Adjusting her position slightly, the most pleasant sensation rewarded her, as fingers of electricity flashed from her clit.

Neve too, responded with a whimper and an upward thrust of her hips, spreading herself wide — which only caused more beautiful sensations to rocket through Stephanie. She began to rock her hips in earnest, grinding her throbbing clit into Neve’s soaked pussy. She buried her face into Neve’s neck, sucking on the soft flesh, knowing they’d find a mark there in the morning.

Stephanie wrapped her hands around Neve’s shoulders, using them to hold her sister in place as she fucked her hard.

“Yes. I’m going to come!” Neve cried. She felt it growing, exponentially with every hard thrust of her pelvis.

Stephanie’s orgasm was rapidly approaching.

Neve matched her sister’s thrusts with upward movements of her own.

Two sweaty bodies moved as one on the queen-sized bed, grinding and moaning, the scent of their arousal and sound of their pleas for release filled the air.

Stephanie stiffened, cried out and came with soul-shattering intensity.

Neve groaned beneath her, still rocking, and thrusting her hips. She had to grip Stephanie’s ass, pulling her sister onto her needy cunt until she too became engulfed in the intense pleasure of orgasm.

They lay together, entwined in each other’s arms, not speaking, only listening to the sounds of their breathing as they came down from the blissful high of their orgasms.

Stephanie could feel her sister’s chest rise and fall beneath her, along with the steady beat of her heart. With a deep contented sigh, she kissed Neve’s lips and slid off her sweat-soaked body. Stephanie lay on her side, facing Neve, breasts pressed against her.

“Hey there,” Stephanie said softly when Neve turned her head and smiled. It was a smile that always melted her heart. Neve used to smile at her like that when they were kids after they’d made each other come. It never mattered where, their bedroom, the basement, even the dusty old shed at the edge of their parents’ property.

“Hey yourself,” Neve said as she brushed an errant strand of hair back behind Stephanie’s ear.

Stephanie traced a lazy finger over Neve’s belly. “I think I may have given you a hickey,” she said, grinning at her sister.

Neve looked at her with a furrowed brow, raising a hand to her neck and rubbing the spot where Stephanie’s mouth had been just moments ago. “Really? How am I going to explain that to my staff?” she said with mock annoyance.

“I’m sorry, baby. How can I make it up to you?” Stephanie said playfully, running her fingertips down her sister’s slick thigh.

Before Neve could answer, there came a soft knock at the door. From out in the hall, a voice called quietly, “Neve? Are you awake?”

Stephanie was instantly excited, knowing who was there.

Neve didn’t know, and she sat up, a panicked look on her face. “Oh my god!” she hissed. “Quick! Hide!”

Stephanie laughed at her sister. She was acting like a schoolgirl whose father had just caught her sneaking a lover into her room.

“Come in,” Stephanie said, loud enough for Amber to hear.

“What? Steph? No!” Neve cried, trying to scramble under the blankets.

Stephanie laughed again, as Amber opened the door and walked in. She smiled at the two women, one lying naked on the bed, the other peeking out from under the covers that she’d drawn up far enough to hide all but her eyes.

“I was hoping I could join you two,” Amber said, closing the door. She moved to the edge of the bed and pulled the oversized tee shirt she wore up over her head and dropped it.

Smiling at the now naked teenager, Stephanie held out a hand and pulled the girl onto the bed.

“You most certainly can, sweetheart. Can’t she, Neve?” Stephanie looked over at her sister and giggled.

“But…” Neve mumbled, blinking at Amber, then Stephanie.

“It’s okay, Neve. She knows about us.”

Neve seemed to relax, still looking at them. “You told her?” She sounded mildly surprised, her voice muffled slightly by the blanket.

“Uh-huh,” Stephanie said, pulling Amber close and placing little kisses over her mouth and cheeks.

Neve sat up. The blanket fell to her lap. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

Stephanie shuffled over and guided Amber onto her back between the two of them. She ran a hand along Amber’s thigh and kissed her softly.

“Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to help me pleasure this sweet young thing?” Stephanie asked her sister, enticingly.

Neve’s smile brightened, and she slipped out of bed just long enough to smooth the covers. Reclining beside Amber, Neve rubbed a thumb over the teen’s erect nipple and nibbled on her earlobe.

Amber purred contentedly at the touch, arching her back slightly.

Stephanie ran her tongue around the teen’s lips and pushed past to explore inside. Their tongues had only danced for a moment when she felt Neve’s cheek push against hers. She broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, and Neve’s tongue joined them.

Three tongues darted and swirled and played while adult hands explored the smooth skin of the teen that lay beneath them.

Stephanie was the first to move away. She shifted her position and took Amber’s puffy nipple into her mouth, sucking hard. The girl moaned, and Neve swallowed the sound, closing her mouth over Amber’s.

Stephanie thought how fantastic this was. Sure, she’d had a threesome with Amber before, in her living room with Piper. But this time she was sharing the teenager with her sister. Little electric bolts of pleasure fired from her clit at the thought.

While flicking and swirling her tongue over the hard point of Amber’s nipple, Stephanie’s finger traced a lazy line down Amber’s belly to the damp nest of her mons. The dark curls were sticky with arousal and Stephanie had to wonder if it was all hers or if there’d been contributions from Piper or from Brooke, maybe both. Stephanie felt a fresh flood of juices from her own excited pussy.

Stephanie touched Amber’s clit causing the girl’s hips to jerk. She only lingered there a moment, pushing down on the nub as her finger moved into the hot wetness of her folds. Amber’s legs spread as far as they could, restricted by the bodies of her adult lovers.

Releasing the nipple, Stephanie looked up at Amber. Neve was busy kissing her jaw, working her own way down Amber’s neck. The girl’s eyes had closed, and Stephanie could feel, as well as see, the excited rise and fall of Amber’s chest. Neve joined her at the young girl’s breasts and took the nipple she had been pinching and twisting into her mouth. Stephanie smiled mischievously at her sister and leaned over for a quick kiss. Amber whimpered at the loss of contact on her nipples. Neve returned her mouth the glistening breast.

Blazing a wet trail, Stephanie licked a path along the salty skin from Amber’s breast to her hip, teasing her bellybutton and giggling as Amber twitched and squirmed. Her finger had never left the teen’s folds, and as she kissed her hip, Stephanie circled the girl’s opening. Thick, creamy white liquid dripped from Amber’s vagina, and Stephanie drew a finger through the honey and brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean.

“You are so wet, Amber,” Stephanie said.

Neve looked down at Stephanie, not taking the nipple from her mouth until she too had scooped up some of the sticky juice on her finger and brought it to her face. She released the nipple long enough to lick her finger clean. Stephanie returned her attention to Amber and pushed the newly cleaned finger into her pussy.

Amber pushed her pelvis up at the penetration and moaned. Stephanie took in the aroma of the girl’s sex as she moved into position between Amber’s legs, her finger remaining deep inside her. Stephanie licked her pussy. A long, slow swipe up through her labia with the flat of her tongue. Amber bucked again and made pleasurable sounds.

Stephanie swirled her tongue over and around Amber’s inflamed clit. She pushed a second finger into her vagina and slowly pumped into the hot wetness. Amber’s muscles clamped down and then released Stephanie’s fingers as she rolled her hips in rhythm with the thrusts.

Playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves, Stephanie felt the bed move and bounce. Looking up over Amber’s belly she watched as Neve positioned herself in a kneeling position over Amber’s head. Stephanie moaned at the erotic sight of Neve’s pussy as she lowered herself onto the teenager’s waiting mouth. She saw Amber’s tongue snake out toward Neve’s pussy before it disappeared as her sister’s cunt pushed down on the girl’s mouth.

With Neve rocking her hips, coating Amber’s mouth, cheeks, and chin with her own juices, Stephanie focused on devouring the sopping pussy before her. She withdrew her fingers and pushed her tongue into Amber’s core. Using one of her honey-soaked fingers, Stephanie rubbed Amber’s tight anus and pushed the finger past the sphincter and into her rectum. Amber’s body shuddered as she climaxed around Stephanie’s tongue and screamed into Neve’s pussy.

Stephanie continued to torment Amber as Neve rode her face. Neve was moaning, pinching a nipple with one hand while the other gripped the headboard. Stephanie’s own clit was throbbing now, and she reached beneath her legs and rubbed the sensitive bud.

“Mind if we join in?” A voice asked from the doorway.

Both women jumped at the question and rolled off Amber. Stephanie sat up at the foot of the bed, and Neve knelt beside a recovering Amber — who lay panting as she smiled knowingly.

“Girls! I… we…” Stephanie stammered. Then she realized that both Brooke and Piper were standing there naked, fingers lazily stroking their clits. This was a setup. Lowering her eyebrows, Stephanie looked back at Amber who had pulled herself up to a sitting position. She sat on the bed, grinning back.

“This is your doing? Isn’t it?” Stephanie asked in mock anger.

“Maybe,” Amber said. “But before we can truly have fun tonight, there’s one more secret that must come out.”

Stephanie felt confused. What secret was she talking about? She looked at the teen, to her sister, over to the young girls at the door, and then back to Amber.

Neve just shrugged, and Stephanie had a horrifying thought. Is Amber going to tell Neve about her having sex with her daughter?

“What secret?” Neve asked.

“Brooke, do you want to go first?” Amber said.

Brooke smiled and nodded. “Okay,” she paused for a second. “Steph, Mom and I are lovers.”

Stephanie was speechless. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Neve is having sex with Brooke? Holy fuck! She turned on the bed and looked at her sister, who stared at Brooke in disbelief, a horrified expression on her face. It appeared as if she might start crying at any second. Before Stephanie could say or do anything, Piper spoke up.

“Auntie Neve, Mommy and I are lovers, too.”

Stephanie’s stomach lurched, and panic gripped her, for only a second though. Quickly she realized her fear of her sister finding out and judging her harshly was now moot. She looked at her sister again. Her eyes sparkled now, and her expression had turned to one of joy. Neve’s smile was wide, and she made her way to the foot of the bed and sat beside Stephanie.

The sisters hugged and held each other for a long moment while all three girls watched. Piper giggled.

“I had no idea,” Stephanie said into Neve’s neck.

Neve pulled back. “Me neither.” She kissed her sister’s lips softly.

“I thought it was special that we both shared a love of young girls,” Stephanie said, looking over at Amber and smiling at her. “But to find we both have a special love for our daughters… ”

As she felt the emotions welling up inside her, Stephanie brushed away a tear that rolled down her cheek. Neve smiled, her bottom lip quivering. The women tightened their embrace again, this time with Brooke and Piper joining in. Stephanie glanced over at Amber and motioned for her to join in the group hug. Amber did so enthusiastically.

After several minutes of sniffles and giggles, the group broke apart. Stephanie looked around at all the naked female flesh and felt her clit begin to throb again. “So, what now?” she asked, holding Piper close and kissing her cheek softly.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Neve said with a naughty grin. “But, I was about to come when we were pleasantly interrupted by these two sexy young girls.” She squeezed Brooke against her with one arm and nodded toward Piper.

“What did you have in mind? I don’t think this bed is big enough for five of us,” Stephanie chuckled.

“There are two fold-out sofas in the living room,” Neve said.

“Excellent idea, Mom!” said Brooke.

Five naked bodies headed eagerly into the living room. The younger girls moved the coffee table and end tables out of the way while Neve and Stephanie opened one of the sofas into a bed. Opening the other, they pushed it so that the foot of each bed butted up against the other. They stood back and admired the large comfy playground they’d just made for themselves.

Neve joined Stephanie as she flopped down on her back. The two women kissed for a moment and watched as Brooke and Piper got onto the oversize bed. Kneeling, they began to kiss deeply, hands roaming the other’s body. Amber stood, watching and smiling.

“Amber. Come join us, sweetheart,” Stephanie said, holding out a hand.

The teen shook her head with a grin. “That’s okay. I came just a few minutes ago. I want to watch the mothers and daughters play for a while. I’ll join in later,” she said, and sat cross-legged in a big armchair, facing the four beauties on the bed.

Brooke and Piper broke their embrace and looked at their mothers and smiled. Brooke whispered something into Piper’s ear, then they giggled. What are these two up to now? Stephanie wondered. The cute cousins inched their way up the bed toward their respective mothers, stopping at their feet. Brooke and Piper knelt, embraced, and began to kiss passionately.

Both women moaned at the beautiful, erotic sight of these two young girls sharing such a loving kiss. A new flood of juices flowed from Stephanie, and she was sure the same was happening to Neve. She put her hand between her legs and rubbed at her aching clit as she watched her daughter and niece make out.

Soon the kiss ended, and Brooke turned to look at the women who lay before them. She smiled so sweetly that Stephanie felt like she might come right now.

“Do you want us?” Brooke asked seductively, looked back and forth between her mother and aunt.

Stephanie nodded, throat dry and unable to form any words.

“Yes,” Neve moaned.

Brooke gave Piper one more, long, wet kiss before they broke apart. As the girls moved, they crossed paths, and instead of crawling up the body of their mother each moved into the embrace of her aunt. The women cooed happily at the surprise and accepted it most willingly.

Other than friendly hugs, Stephanie had never touched Brooke. It hadn’t been something she’d even thought much about. Brooke was a sexy young girl, but until Stephanie had watched the video of Brooke masturbating, being sexual with her never really crossed her mind. Now, here the child was, naked in her arms.

Neve lay beside Stephanie, with naked little Piper in her arms, exploring each other’s mouths… with Stephanie unaware that Neve had already tasted Piper’s sweet juices.

Stephanie caressed Brooke’s smooth back as their lips tentatively touched. Then Brooke kissed Stephanie hungrily, shoving a tongue into her mouth. Brooke was being far more aggressive than Stephanie expected — not that she was complaining, it just wasn’t how she expected the twelve-year-old to act on their first time together. But Stephanie reciprocated with gusto, moving her mouth eagerly to capture the girl’s tongue. She sucked on it, then tangled it with her own.

They both began to breathe a little harder and made wet sounds as they kissed. When Brooke moaned softly into her mouth, Stephanie felt tingles of excitement flutter in her belly, and she sucked Brooke’s lower lip into her own mouth, dragging her teeth across the moist flesh.

“That’s it, Piper, baby. Yes,” Neve said huskily.

Without taking her mouth from Brooke, Stephanie glanced over. Piper had slid down Neve’s body and lay with her mouth firmly placed on one of Neve’s hard nipples. Neve had a joyful smile on her face as she caressed the back of Piper’s head with one hand. Stephanie could hear soft, pleasurable sounds coming from the direction of the armchair. She couldn’t see the chair, but she knew that Amber was enjoying the show.

Stephanie rolled herself and Brooke over and held her face mere inches from Brooke’s. She leaned in and placed soft kisses on her chin and jaw and ear, then kissed down her neck, throat, and across her chest until she hovered over Brooke’s small breasts. Stephanie smiled. They were perfect, not as large as Amber’s, even though Amber’s were small compared to her own. Brooke’s budding breasts were adorable. Little mounds of flesh, just barely needing a bra, tipped with cute pink nipples that stood proudly atop the heaving chest. Stephanie wondered what Piper’s would be like when they began to bud in a year or two. She looked forward to enjoying them.

She gently kissed the nipple and flicked it with her tongue. Brooke moaned. The girl arched her back, offering more to Stephanie. Accepting, she opened her mouth, and covered most of the girl’s sensitive boob. Brooke moaned again. Stephanie released it and sucked just the pink peak between her lips. Her tongue swirled and laved the swollen bud, eliciting whimpers from the girl.

Switching, Stephanie gave the same attention to the other small breast, bathing it thoroughly in her saliva. Satisfied, she licked a slow trail straight from the valley between Brooke’s breasts to her belly button, where she played for what, to Brooke, felt like an agonizingly long time. Brooke squirmed and giggled as her aunt teased her navel.

“Steph, please,” she whined, gripping Stephanie’s head, trying to push her lower.

Stephanie glanced over at her daughter. It appeared that Piper was keeping pace with her, as she too was now kissing the soft flesh just below Neve’s belly button. Stephanie smiled and licked down to the sparse nest of hair on Brooke’s mons, feeling the muscles of the girl’s abdomen ripple beneath her mouth and the gentle lift of her pelvis. The scent of Brooke’s arousal was intoxicating, intensifying her own excited state. Stephanie wanted — no, needed — to taste her niece’s sweet juices.

Moving her body lower, Stephanie positioned herself between Brooke’s spread legs. She sighed at the sight of the lovely young pussy in front of her, eager to devour it. It looked even more inviting in person, she mused, than on a computer screen. Stephanie pushed herself in closer, then spread the girl’s slick lips with her thumbs and licked the entire length with the flat of her tongue.

Brooke shuddered and moaned. “Yes…”

Stephanie did it again. Slower this time, savoring the taste of the copious amounts of creamy fluid that coated the girl’s sex. Brooke bucked when Stephanie’s tongue brushed over her sensitive clit. Brooke moaned loudly, but she wasn’t the only one making pleasurable sounds. Neve too was boisterous as Piper eagerly worked the woman’s pussy, and in the distance, Amber occasionally whimpered and moaned along with them.

As her tongue continued to meander through the folds of Brooke’s swollen labia, Stephanie added to her pleasure by slowly inserting a finger into her vagina. Brooke pushed her hips up and her fingers tangled in Stephanie’s hair. She pushed a second digit into the girl and began to pump. Moving her mouth up, Stephanie pulled the erect clit between her lips and sucked.

Brooke cried out with ragged breath, “Fuck yes, Steph!”

Stephanie sucked on the girl’s clit again, then flicked and chased it with her tongue. She pumped harder, and a new wave of juices flooded past her fingers. Brooke twisted and shuddered, crying out her orgasm as it crashed through her. Stephanie continued to assault the girl’s cunt until an intense wave of pleasure once more ravished her. Brooke pushed Stephanie away and sobbed through the final tremors that rippled across her limp body.

Ever so gently, Stephanie pulled out of Brooke’s pulsing entrance and climbed back up to pull the sweet girl into an embrace and kiss her deeply. Just at that moment, Neve reached her peak and came hard on Piper’s young face. They too embraced and kissed after a moment or two of rest for Neve.

Stephanie was thrilled. She had gone down on her niece and made her come twice. Brooke’s juices covered her face, and she was eagerly licking and kissing it off Stephanie’s face. Her own pussy was screaming for attention now, and she hoped that her sexy niece would soon make her way down and return the pleasure.

Neve wasn’t waiting to give her niece the same treatment. To Stephanie’s delight, Neve rolled and dropped Piper onto her back, quickly sliding down and pushing the ten-year-old’s legs apart. Neve hummed in appreciation of a bald little pussy at her fingertips.

Stephanie found herself becoming incredibly aroused at the thought of Neve eating her daughter’s sex. More so even then when Amber did it. A fresh flood of juices flowed from Stephanie as she watched Neve place her mouth on her daughter’s pussy. Piper’s back arched and her head flew back, her mouth opening wide as if she wanted to scream, but nothing came out. The sounds caught in her throat.

“Brooke, I need your mouth on my clit,” Stephanie urged her niece.

Brooke obeyed with a grin and quickly moved to Stephanie’s needy cunt.

Pleasure flashed through Stephanie, and her body jerked. Brooke’s tongue had found her oversensitive clit, and two of her fingers had made their way inside her sodden entrance. Stephanie knew her orgasm wasn’t far away. She could feel the spring coiling tightly inside her, waiting to release. Brooke’s tongue played with her clit, swirling, and flicking for only a tantalizing moment before she pushed into her folds and lapped at her.

Stephanie groaned and pushed her hips upward, grasping at the bedsheets. Brooke pulled her fingers out and replaced them with a stiffened tongue and fucked her aunt. Electric shocks chased along her nerves at the torment. Stephanie felt a new pressure, this time on her anus. Brooke was pushing a finger into her ass. She willed herself to relax, and the lubed finger slipped in.

“Goddamn, Brooke,” Stephanie croaked, as she gulped for air.

Brooke didn’t relent. She shoved the finger as deep as it would go, twisting and wiggling it. Stephanie whimpered at the sweet pain. Brooke pulled her tongue free and maneuvered her body to allow two fingers from her free hand to plunge into Stephanie’s pussy and her mouth to clamp down on her clit.

Stephanie cried out. She could hardly believe just how talented Brooke was. She was going to have to talk to Neve about this. Stephanie jolted as Brooke nipped at her engorged clit and dragged her teeth across the sensitive flesh. She convulsed as her ass, pussy, and clit were all stimulated at the same time.

“Please Brooke, please,” she begged with a sob. Then she heard a familiar cry.

Turning her head to the side, Stephanie saw Piper, her face twisted in sweet agony, begging for her own release. She reached over and took her daughter’s hand in hers, and a second later the child screwed her eyes shut and arched her back.

“Mommy!” Piper squealed as she came.

That was all Stephanie needed. The spring unwound with a violent release of energy and Stephanie convulsed into a chain of spasms, each one a wash of intense pleasure.

Slowly they faded to nothing more than a sweet memory. Realizing she was still holding Piper’s hand, she looked over at her daughter and smiled. Piper was looking at her and smiling just as sweetly.

“I think we came together, Mommy,” Piper said with a happy giggle.

Stephanie tried to roll to kiss her daughter but realized there were still fingers buried in her body. She looked down at Brooke, who smiled back, her face glistening with juice.

“Had enough?” Brooke asked with a grin.

“For the moment, sweetheart. You were amazing.”

“Thanks. I learned it all from Mom,” she said, slowly withdrawing her fingers.

Neve chuckled from her position between Piper’s legs, her face just as juice-covered as her daughter’s. “I can’t take all the credit. She has some natural talent too.”

Once Brooke had moved back up beside her, Stephanie rolled over and softly kissed her daughter’s lips, tasting her sister on them.

“I think it’s absolutely wonderful that we came together,” Stephanie said. “I love you so much, Piper. I’m glad we can share these experiences together.”

“I love you too, Mommy. But I kinda feel bad that Amber is sitting over there by herself.”

Stephanie lifted her head and looked over at the teenager. She was panting and appeared flushed, apparently recovering from her own orgasm. Stephanie smiled. “Are you ready to join us, sweetie?” she asked.

Amber held up her index finger. “Soon as I catch my breath,” she puffed.

The mothers and daughters laughed, and Stephanie rolled onto her back again as Neve moved up the bed and held Piper against her. Moments later Amber made her way onto the bed, kneeling at the feet of the other four.

“Hmm, I wonder,” Amber said, with a grin, “just where should I start? Everything looks so yummy.”

She eyed the four naked, sweaty, and juice-covered bodies before her, and was met by four pairs of sparkling eyes and four wide smiles.

“Just think of this as an ‘all you can eat’ buffet,” Neve said with a chuckle. “You can sample everything on the menu if you like.”

Amber giggled, and did just that. From left to right she tasted each in turn, beginning with Brooke, then Stephanie, moving on to Neve, and finally Piper, going down on them for several minutes each — except for Piper, that is, who’d become so turned on watching and listening to the other three enjoying Amber’s talents, that when teen’s mouth touched her pussy, she came instantly.

For the next few hours, the five of them enjoyed the pleasures of each other’s bodies, every one of them climaxing several times at the hands and mouths of the other four. Exhausted, they eventually had to stop. Piper was the first to succumb, soon followed by the others. They all slept where they lay, until well after the sun rose the next morning.

Chapter 14 is coming soon!

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  • Posted on February 14, 2018 at 7:09 am

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Shooting with Helena, Chapter 5

  • Posted on February 12, 2018 at 7:40 am

By Cassie

When I next awoke, sunlight was streaming though a crack in the curtains of Helena’s room. A radio was playing quietly off to one side, and there was a constant hissing noise in the background. I rubbed sleepy eyes and sat up alone in my sister’s bed. I felt my heart jump a little and wondered at her absence. Then I adjusted to sounds around me and realised that the hissing sound was the shower in Helena’s bathroom. The shower that was supposed to be broken.

Verrry interesting, I thought with a grin. I got out of bed and padded over to the shower cubicle. This time, I chose to announce myself by knocking on the glass door.

“Hey, sis. Room in there for two?”

There was a pause, then Helena opened the door. Her long hair looked a darker shade of blonde — wet and plastered to her head and shoulders. She had soapy water still running down her body, and the nipples on her breasts looked pert and alive. She looked the very picture of a glamour model in a nude photo shoot, and I realised why people would spend money to look at pictures of her, like the ones Sasha took.

“Come on in,” she said. “Wanna get wet?”

“Sure,” I smiled back, stepping into the cubicle. Helena adjusted the shower head back onto the rack where the water was able to reach us both.

“Ah, that feels good!” I said, as the hot water began to trickle down my spine and between my ass cheeks. Helena smiled at me, and I smiled back.

Something was wrong. Neither of us knew what to say, how to make conversation after the lovemaking we’d shared a few hours earlier. So we showered in silence, offering smiles, or small sounds of apology when my ass rubbed against her hip, or her shoulder brushed against my breasts.

Eventually, I stopped, sighed dramatically and turned to face her. Helen gave me a nervous look, knowing that we had to ‘talk’.

“Look,” I said, trying to hold my voice together, “Are we okay? With each other, I mean? After last night, I–”

“We’re good,” said Helena, hurriedly. “At least I’m good with it. Um.”

I stared into my sister’s beautiful green eyes, searching for a clue, a scrap of understanding.

“I need to know something,” I said, my voice cracking, and barely audible over the insistent hiss of the shower.

“What is it?” said Helena, touching my arm with her hand.

“Do you love me?” I said, feeling tears well up behind my eyes.

Helena’s eyes grew wide, and she took my face between her hands. “Oh, Cassie… is that what you’re worried about? God, yes, of course I love you. You’re my sister. I’ll always love you, no matter what.” Then her gaze grew soft and warm. “Actually, now I love you even more than as a sister. You know that, don’t you?”

“I love you so much,” I said, feeling the tears begin to sting my eyes. I couldn’t look at her anymore. She was too beautiful, too difficult for me to comprehend. “I love you so much and I–”

“Shh, shh,” Helena said, stepping toward me to gather me into an embrace. We held each other for a long moment, arms wrapped round each other’s slim bodies as the shower rained a tattoo of water down us both.

We stepped a little apart, and I smiled awkwardly at my sister. “I do love you,” I said. “I really do. But after last night, I, I…”

“You don’t want me?” Helena said, a fearful look crossing her eyebrows.

“No, God no!” I said. “That’s just it.” I took her face in my hands and caressed her cheeks. “I look at you now and I want you. Want you as a lover, like we had each other last night. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever been with, and now I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you so much I can’t think properly, and I’m afraid, so afraid, Lena, that wanting you will hurt me, hurt us both.”

“It won’t, sis,” Helena said, pleading in her voice, “It really won’t. We’ll always love each other. That’s what sisters do. For life.”

I stared at her. “And last night? Do we do that for life?”

Helena looked down at her toes, as though I’d asked the one question she didn’t want me to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said, quietly. “I really don’t know, Cass,” she said, finally looking back up at me. She was quiet for a moment, then seemed to gather herself and stand a little straighter.

“But I do know that I want you right now, and will want you next week and the week after that and the month after that, and maybe the year… for as long as we both want to keep being lovers. I’ve never needed someone so much, Cassie. And I’ve never felt so comfortable being with someone as I have with you… and so loved. Like I told you last night, I want to do it all with you.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, thinking back to last night and how hot we made each other. “Do you think we’ve covered the list yet?” I giggled, referring to the list of sex acts we’d be prepared to do to each other for Sasha’s photo shoots.

“I think we’ve gone way beyond lists,” Helena said, a little more seriously. She reached up and caressed my face, drawing her finger across the line of my lips. “Way, way beyond,” she said dreamily, moving closer and tilting her head to kiss me. I closed my eyes and felt her lips press against mine. He arms locked around my waist and I draped mine around her neck.

We kissed under the hot water of her shower, exploring and losing ourselves in the glorious dart and roll of each other’s tongues. I felt Helena’s hands dip down past the small of my back. Her palms brushed over the cheeks of my ass, and it felt good. I knew then that there were no inhibitions with my sister. I loved Helena unconditionally, so my sex with her would be like that too. I arched my back a little and drew my hips closer toward her, giving her hands more freedom to roam. I felt her fingers start to explore the cleft between my ass cheeks, and brush against my asshole. I broke off the kiss.

“Do you still want to do it all with me, sis?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Uh-huh,” Helena said, nodding for added confirmation. I shifted a little, so that I was on one side of her, with my legs apart. I took one of her hands and folded back her fingers until just her middle finger was left out. Then I drew it behind me and pressed it up against my asshole. I left it there and put my hands up against the wall of the cubicle, police-frisk style.

“You can do anything you want with me, sis,” I said. “Anything at all.”

I closed my eyes and turned away, submitting utterly to her touch. I felt Helena remove her hand then, a moment later, she was back. Her fingers slipping up and down the split between my cheeks, exploring the crack of my ass. Without saying anything, she began to slowly push her middle finger inside me. I’d never felt anything like it before, and it made me gasp with pleasure. Just submitting myself to my sister’s whim made me feel hot. Helen began to fuck my ass with her finger very fast and deep, squeezing one, then two fingers into my well-lubed rectum. I didn’t want her to stop.

My fingers found their way to her dripping nest, and we fucked like crazy in the shower, kissing hotly until we both exploded in frantic orgasms. We held each other in the streaming water for a long time, then quietly washed ourselves clean and stepped from the shower cubicle.

Later, when we were towelling each other off by her bedside, Helena suddenly spoke, her face serious. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sis. And there’s a lot I’m learning about myself too. Especially what turns me on.”

I gave her a look of confusion. “Well, what doesn’t turn you on?” I asked.

“That’s what I want to find out,” she replied, very matter-of-factly. “The more I grew into my body, the more I learned about what turns me on. And it’s a lot. Now I want to learn where those limits are. And I want to explore those limits with you.”

I dropped my towel and stepped up close to my beautiful little sister. I put my hands to her sides and began to stroke them, from her ribs down to the curves of her hips and back up again.

“Am I your limit, little sister?” I asked, trying to sound serious, and sexy at the same time. Helena smiled, then leaned forward and kissed me very gently on the lips. She pulled be into an intimate embrace, closing the contact between us so that her breasts squashed against mine, and her long smooth legs rubbed against me. She kissed my neck once, twice, then move up to my ear and whispered;

“You’re just the beginning of my limits, Cassie. I love you more than anything, so that’s what I want to do with you; anything. Everything.” she repeated, kissing the soft flesh of my ear. “We’re not just sisters anymore, you know. You and I are lovers, now… and our adventure together is only getting started.”

I felt a shiver ripple through the whole of my body. I never knew how incredible my sister was, never knew how sexy she could make me feel. And the very thought of what we could do together made me tingle.

Just think, not long ago I was shocked and outraged by what Helena had written down on her list of things to do to me. Now that list seemed like ancient history. The taboo kiss of yesteryear between two illicit lovers compared to the fuck and tumble of teenagers these days. My lips found Helena’s neck and I kissed her soft skin. We had forged something between us that I thought was unique, and knew was utterly special. And I knew that together, we would do exactly what my little sister wanted.

As we were starting to kiss each other and make love all over again, slumped against her bedroom wall, Helena’s cellphone beeped. She broke off and, giving me a lop-sided grin, skipped over to her bedside table to retrieve the phone. She slipped the phone open and stared intently at it for a few minutes. Then she snapped it shut with a snap and put it down, padded over to her bed and lay down.

She looked up to me, nibbling at her lower lip. That suddenly seemed very sexy to me all of a sudden, where before I wouldn’t have noticed.  “It was Sasha,” she said, remaining beautifully naked on her bed. “She wants to know if we have any free time today. She wants to know if we’re ready for another shoot.”

I walked over to my sister and rolled her over, so she was lying on her back. Her ash-blonde hair spilled out into a corona around her head and she stared up at me with large, wide eyes. I clambered up over her, straddling her tummy so that she could feel the hair of my pussy tickle her skin.

“I’m ready,” I said, smiling with a certainty of conviction. I pinned her arms to the bed with my hands and bent over her body, my small breasts hanging close above her face. There were no barriers between me and Helena anymore, as far as I was concerned. But Helena frowned.

“The thing is,” she said, with that intelligence I knew I could never match, “How much do we want other people to know about us, or see us do together? Do we keep our lovemaking something private, or do we show it off, and see where it leads?”

I sat upright, feeling my pussy press against the muscles of Helena’s stomach, struck by this thought.

It was at that very moment that our mom walked unannounced into the room.

She stood, frozen for several moments, staring at the picture of the two of us naked sisters together on Helena’s bed. Lena and I did not move a muscle as the frown on Mom’s face deepened and she said, “What the hell is going on here?”

I could tell that I was going red already; blushing uncontrollably from the chest upwards, with my ears and cheeks starting to burn with heat and shame. I was literally lost for words.

But my beautiful sister wasn’t. She craned her head backwards and threw the kind of look toward Mom that spoke of a terrible injustice. “Mom, can you tell this… this bitch that she cannot come in here and use my shower, then take my stuff!”

Mom looked from Helena to me, then said, “Cassiope?” in her arbiter-of-all voice. I continued to stare dumbfounded, and blush while blood continued to rush into my neck and face. Helena pretended to thrash underneath me.

“Mom, ow! She’s hurting me. She’s such a cow!”

Mom used this as a cue to come into the room and close the door behind her. “Cassiope, get off your sister at once!” she said, waving her arms as if to shoo me away.
“Look at the state of you two. Not a stitch of clothing on either of you! What if I had guests in the house, hmm?”

I clambered awkwardly off my sister’s bed and stood there like an idiot, holding the first thing I could up against my naked body, which happened to be the little blue summer dress Helena had laid out to wear that day. I felt an enormous rush of embarrassment that Mom had almost caught her two daughters making love to each other but, worse than that, felt incredibly foolish that I hadn’t been as quick, or clever as my sister to invent an excuse.

“Now what is this all about?” said Mom, coming to stand in front of us, hands on hips.

Our mother still looked great for her age; short blonde hair — touched with only a little help from the hairdresser’s dye now and again — an angular face that she still kept wrinkle free and painted with only a little make-up, and a body kept trim by hours of swimming and tennis, the two activities she’d loved when she was younger. But since Mom had turned forty a few years ago, she’d decided that she needed to wear more comfortable clothes, as she’d moved on to a different phase in her life. Actually, a better word to describe our mother’s wardrobe would be dowdy. No skirts hemmed higher than the knee. No tops fitted to show off her breasts, which suffered only a little sag from their best years. And the shoes had lower heels too. Helena and I had used birthdays and Christmases to buy Mom some sexier clothes, but she never seemed to wear them much. It as was if she were resigned to sliding into the role of Frumpy Mom by choice, rather than age or circumstance.

Today she was wearing a long, loose beige top, her purple tweed skirt — cut daringly to expose both knees — and flat-heeled black court shoes. A string of fake pearls were hung around her neck, and a pair of large stud earrings topped off a visual package that aged her a good five or ten years. She cocked her head to one side as she looked from my sister to me.

Helena sat up on the edge of the bed, not bothering to cover herself. I noticed that she had not blushed. Not one little bit. “Okay Mom, here’s how it is,” she said, ticking fingers off one hand. “First, Cassie tells me that her shower is broke, so I let her use mine. Then, she takes all my best shampoo and empties it on her crow’s nest of a head–”

Mom went to chastise Helena for being rude, but Lena just waved it away. “Whatever. And then, while I’m getting ready for my own shower, she tries to steal my dress, Mom! I was going to wear that one today!”

Mom looked over at me. I was still blushing hard, and trying to cover my breasts and hips with the little summer dress. “Is this true?” she said.

“Mom,” I said, finally finding my voice, “This is just a big mistake. Sure, I wanted to use Helena’s shower, but I didn’t want to steal her dress. I mean, I thought it was my dress. And then she called me a fat cow and I said, ‘No don’t be mean,’ and then she said-”

“You liar!” said Helena, standing up to confront me. “I never called you a fat cow, even if you are one! Mom, I would never-”

“Tramp!”

“Cow!”

Mom intervened, her hands pushing us away from each other, and standing between us.

“All right, all right. That’s enough!” she snapped, turning her stern gaze toward Lena, then toward me. “Now,” she continued, after the calm had been restored, “It seems to me as though there’s been a silly misunderstanding which has just blown out of proportion. Cassie, I want you to apologise for taking your sister’s dress.”

“And shampoo!”

“-and hair products. Well?”

I shuffled on my feet then muttered a “Sorry.” When Mom indicated that this wasn’t good enough, I stared Helena in the eye and drawled an exaggerated “Sorry!”

Mom nodded her head, satisfied. “Now Helena, I want you to be a good girl and tidy up around here.”

Mom swept a hand over the room that Helena and I had messed up in our wild lovemaking. Mom hadn’t seemed to notice that it was both Lena’s and my clothes strewn across the floor.

“Cassie always keeps her room tidy. You could at least try and do the same.”

Helena looked down at her feet and said “Yes, Mom.”

Mom stared at us for only a second or two longer, satisfied that she had made her point, then turned her back to us; waving her hands vaguely in the air.

“And get some clothes on, the two of you.” She made her way to the door, her back to us, and Helena stepped over and squeezed my breast in her hand. I was about to do the same to her when Mom turned back to us as she opened the door to leave.

“And,” she added, wagging a finger sternly at us both, “I don’t want any more fighting. You two are sisters, for goodness’ sake. Try to kiss and make up or something.”

Mom left. We decided to take her advice to kiss and make up. We did that for quite a while. Then, though only briefly, we tried the ‘or something’ part too.

To be further elaborated upon in… Chapter 6!

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 14

  • Posted on February 10, 2018 at 7:54 am

By Cheryl Taggert

When Corinne woke up in the empty bed only a half hour later, she got up and stumbled out into the family room. There, she found Laura and Emily busily licking each other in a very erotic sixty-nine. She thought of joining them, but realized her pussy was rather sore from all the sex the night before. She’d been well-satisfied and didn’t really need to come again, although the idea was intriguing. She heard some noises in the kitchen and followed the sounds to find Sandra there, fully dressed and starting some bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Sandra turned to the young girl and grinned. She had gotten up, showered and dressed, and had found her daughters engaged in sex upon coming out of her room and into the family room. She, too, had considered joining them, but like Corinne, she’d been satisfied from the fun the night before and that morning. She looked at the younger girl, who was still naked. ”Hey, sweetie! Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Corinne said, trying to stifle a yawn without success.

“I know sex always makes me famished,” Sandra said. “I imagine those two on the sofa will be joining us soon.” As if on cue, Corinne heard the moans from the family room growing louder as one of the girls — it sounded like Emily — approached an orgasm.

“Can I ask a question?” Corinne asked.

“Sure,” Sandra said, standing over the bacon.

“What made you decide to let Laura and Emily enjoy sex together?”

Sandra looked at her. “Well, to be honest, it was selfishness on my part. I wanted to have sex with them.”

“Oh. When did that happen? I mean, when did you realize you wanted to have sex with them?”

“It’s been practically forever. You see, I love girls and I love sex. I’ve been having sex — all kinds and with lots of people — since I was young. My brother took my virginity, and my younger sister was my first girl-girl sex, followed by my older sister. Then threesomes with them or one of them and my brother, or foursomes. Mmmm. life was so much fun.” She looked at Corinne with a sly grin. “It still is. So, I guess you could say incest was just a part of my growing up. I never considered it taboo or ugly or anything like that. I always loved it.”

“How long have the three of you been having sex together?”

“Which three?” Sandra asked.

“You and your daughters.”

“Oh, not that long really. I would fantasize about them from the time they were little things, thinking of all the lovely things I could teach them, but I guess that whole ‘moms don’t do that with their daughters’ silliness got in my way. We started just a few weeks ago, actually. They started doing it together some time ago, apparently.” She thought about it for a second and laughed. “Like mother, like daughters, I suppose.”

“And it doesn’t bother you that you three have sex?”

“Why should it? We love each other, and we can’t get each other pregnant, which is the biggest reason for outlawing incest. After all, birth defects can easily result if a brother and sister or father and daughter have a baby together. The chance decreases the more distant the biological connection, but we don’t have to worry about that. For us, it’s just all about the fun.”

“My mom would shit if she knew what I did last night, and she’d call the police if she knew you were having sex with your daughters.”

“Then we have to make sure she never finds out, right?”

Corinne laughed. “Of course. I didn’t mean to suggest I would ever tell anyone. I know what would happen if I did, and it’s not like I am all innocent in this either. I wanted what happened to happen.”

“Even the sex with me?” Sandra asked.

“Yeah. I was kinda envious of Laura and Emily that they could not only have sex with each other, but also with you. I kinda wish–” She stopped there, realizing she was about to spill her secret.

“Wish what?” Sandra said, not allowing the girl to escape.

“Well, I wish I had a sister and that my mom was more like you. It’d been kinda cool being able to have sex whenever we wanted to.”

“Yeah, I guess it is kind of cool,” Sandra said. “Are you sure your mom would shit about that?”

“Oh, yeah. She doesn’t even know I masturbate.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. She’s a woman, after all. She’s been your age, and it’s not like she’s a virgin. If she likes sex at all, and we’ve spoken and I can assure you she does, she masturbated and still does.”

“How do you know my mom likes sex?”

“Well, it’s not like she just came out and said, ‘By the way, I love sex,’ but she is a very, well, liberal person in a lot of ways, and she exudes sex appeal.”

Corinne giggled. “Are you saying you find my mom attractive?”

“Of course. Don’t you?”

Corinne blushed. “Well . . . ”

The sound of Laura reaching an orgasm in the next room caught their attention as Sandra removed the bacon from the pan and started cracking eggs to scramble them.

Sandra spoke while she cracked eggs. “I think if you approached your mom and wanted to talk about your sexual desires, she would be more open to discussing them than you think.”

“Oh, I could never do that.”

Sandra looked at Corinne, her eyebrows raised in question. “Would you like for me to talk to her?”

“About what?”

“You, silly. And feel her out on her opinion of how far along you are, sexually speaking.”

“Oh, my God, No!” Corinne said, her hands flying to hide her blushing cheeks. “I don’t want her to know what I’ve done here!”

“Oh, no, honey. I don’t mean tell her you had sex with my daughters, and especially not that you had sex with me. You’re right about that. She might have me arrested. No, I mean feel her out about things like masturbation. We’re both moms and I could approach her about what she’s doing to handle the fact you are growing up . . . and out.”

“Do you think that would be a good idea?”

“It would certainly put your mind at ease. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice if you could at least masturbate at home without worrying about what might happen if she caught you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to her at swim practice this afternoon.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Positive.”

Corinne walked into the family room and found the sisters on the carpeted floor. They lay back on the carpeting and were catching their breath while doing their best to cool down. Noticing the smeared fluids on each girl’s face, she squatted down and took turns kissing each of them, relishing the flavor.

“Whew!” Laura said, as she waved her hands over her body in an attempt to fan herself. “I need a shower.”

“So do I,” Emily echoed and looked at Corinne. “Why didn’t you join us?”

Laura answered her. “Mom got her up early this morning and tongue-fucked her into oblivion.”

Emily giggled. “Yeah, I know how that is,” she said. “Mom’s insatiable. She once licked me to so many orgasms I lost count. It must have gone on for like an hour.”

“Actually, your mom sent me to get you two to come eat breakfast. She’s fixing bacon and eggs.”

“And hashbrowns!” they heard from the kitchen.

Laura looked unsure. “You think you can handle the odor from us not getting showers?”

“Hey, I’m smelling you now, and it doesn’t bother me. Mostly, you smell like pussy.”

Emily looked at her sister and said, “Then she definitely doesn’t care.” The three girls started laughing at Emily’s comment, and Corinne stood up, helping both girls to their feet. Each of the sisters stood on wobbly legs and followed Corinne into the kitchen.

“Smells great!” Laura said. The girls sat around the kitchen table and ate their breakfast naked. Then after they’d finished, Corinne got an idea. Pushing her seat back from the table, she spread her legs and reached down to her pussy. She was sore, but she figured one more orgasm wouldn’t hurt. She could rest her clit later.

As the sisters and their mother watched, she began toying with her labia, spreading the soft flesh to reveal the treasure beneath. Then she explored the inner lips, spreading and rubbing them to get her juices flowing. Dipping a finger into her vagina, she coated it with her nectar and brought it to her lips, sucking the digit clean before delving back into her crotch for more of her honey. She watched and nearly laughed when she saw Emily licking her lips subconsciously. Laura started to move to the floor to feast on the pussy, but Corinne stopped her. “No, just watch, okay?”

Laura sat back in her chair reluctantly. It wasn’t that she needed more sex, but she wanted to do this favor for her friend. Still, if Corinne preferred her own fingers right then, she would do as the girl wanted and watch.

Corinne’s fingers moved up the crevice between her inner labia to her clit, rubbing some of the copious fluids on the sensitive pearl. She could feel her body shiver slightly and began a rhythmic dance between her fingers and her clit. She would rub her button for a few seconds before reaching down to her vagina, where she would insert a finger, draw out some honey, and smear it around, finally returning to her small, protruding clit. As she did this, the journey quickened over time until she was spending more and more time on the center of her desire, that small nub of flesh that could make her squirm with just a touch.

Soon, she concentrated on her clit and nothing else, rubbing it and flicking it with her finger. As the need for her orgasm rose, she became more frantic to achieve it. Finally, she was there, and her body began shivering as the flesh-quake embraced her. Spasms rocked her as the thought skirted through her mind that this may be the best self-induced orgasm she’d ever experienced. Seeing the two girls and their mother watching her with an intensity only passion could create had made her become hornier than she thought she would when she’d begun pleasuring herself for their entertainment.

Grunts of “UH! UH! UH!” burst from her as the climax seized her until she curled herself into a fetal position, enjoying the aftershocks of the orgasm.

She looked over at her audience and said, “Now I need a shower, too!” They all laughed and the girls got up to get cleaned up for the day. As they left the kitchen, Corinne looked back at the girls’ mother. She was pulling her pants and panties down to her knees to repeat the performance she had just witnessed. Corinne beamed, knowing this would be only the start of a life of sexual gratification with this family. All she needed now was to be invited over more often. She hoped her mother would allow her to stay over. Frequently.

*******

Becky was bored. Ever since she and her older sister, Tanya, had enjoyed sex with their mom and aunt, life had been great. It was summer, so they had enjoyed sex any night they wanted, but Becky wanted someone her own age to play with. That way they could play with dolls and stuff once they’d enjoyed several orgasms together. The trouble was she didn’t know of any girls her age who did stuff like that. She wasn’t sure how she could go about getting a friend interested in that stuff. Playing with dolls was easy since every girl her age loved doing that. But playing with pussies was different.

Or was it?

She began to wonder how many of her friends had tried touching themselves ‘down there’ and enjoyed it. Was it possible that nearly every girl her age had discovered those juicy secrets, which was what she had started calling the wonderful pleasures she had been enjoying ever since Tanya had introduced her to that website? They were, after all, both juicy and a secret.

But she’d begun wondering why they had to be so secret, especially among her friends and herself. What was the big deal? She had just found that she enjoyed touching herself and her sister and mom, not to mention her aunt and that older girl, Kelli. She’d also discovered how wonderful the honey in older girls’ and women’s pussies tasted. Why was it so bad that she loved it? Why did society want to keep her from that fun and enjoyment? She realized if she felt this way, and if she had discovered the delightful pleasures her mound held for her, then certainly other girls her age had.

She sat there in her bedroom and made a decision. She would find out. There were ways to discover those things about other girls, conversations that could take place, games that could be played to satisfy the feelings she was having in her pussy. She didn’t know what an addiction was, really, beyond what she’d heard about drugs and stuff. If she had known more about it, she would have realized she was becoming addicted to orgasms.

And she wouldn’t have cared one bit.

She changed into another outfit, leaving her panties in her drawer. She wore shorts that came to just above mid-thigh, and a t-shirt that said, ‘Future Heartbreaker’ on the front. Putting on her sneakers, she walked out the door, hollering to Tanya that she’d be back later without specifying where she was going or when ‘later’ would be. Then she walked the quarter-mile to the bus stop. The bus that would take her to the mall arrived ten minutes later, and she got on, using her bus pass she had brought with her.

When she got to the mall, she went inside and headed straight for Toys-R-Us, going inside to the area where dolls and other girls’ toys lined the shelves.

Then she waited for a girl her age to come along without a parent. This proved to take a while. Most of the girls her age were always accompanied by someone older, if not a parent an older brother or sister. She was just about to give up, deciding she might be the only girl her age with the courage to venture to the mall alone, when a brunette girl about her age came into the store and made her way to the girls’ toys.

Becky continued pretending to search for a toy, as she’d been doing for at least a half-hour while some of the employees kept stopping by to ask if they could help her. She’d politely refused any help, insisting she didn’t really know what she was looking for but would know when she found it. One salesgirl whose name badge read Tabitha had hovered over Becky so long she’d begun to feel uncomfortable, as if the girl thought she was going to steal something. Tabitha had finally gone to help another customer, leaving Becky alone in her search for a toy the store most certainly didn’t sell: another girl’s pussy.

Now, Becky watched the brunette girl as she looked over the merchandise. After a couple of minutes went by without an adult following the girl, Becky stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Becky.”

The brunette girl glanced over her shoulder at Becky and smiled. “I’m Lexi.”

“That’s a neat name,” Becky said. “I’ve never met a Lexi before.”

Lexi shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess.”

Lexi was looking at the Barbie collection, which was rather extensive, of course.

“You like to play with Barbies too?” Becky asked.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot of them and a lot of accessories and stuff. My mom gave me ten dollars and told me I could come to the mall and buy myself something for my birthday, and I thought I’d check this out to see if there was something I might want.”

“Oh, it’s your birthday?” Becky asked.

Lexi laughed. “No. Actually it was a couple of days ago, but one thing I asked for was to be able to spend the day at the mall by myself since my sister got to when she turned ten.”

“Cool,” Becky said. “So many girls our age aren’t allowed to be alone, like we might actually get in a car with some old man who wants to fuck us or something.”

Lexi was taken aback slightly at Becky’s words, especially the F-bomb, but it didn’t bother her. Mostly, she liked Becky all the more because of her boldness at using the word after only knowing Lexi for a few minutes. She grinned at Becky, her white teeth gleaming behind her tan.

Then she laughed. “I know. It’s like ‘Mom, I know about the pedos. I promise I won’t let one touch me or trick me into going with him to see his puppy or something.’”

The girls giggled. Becky was happy the subject of sex had become so easy between them. “Really!” she said. “It’s not like we don’t know about that stuff. If my mom knew what I liked to do with my Barbies, she’d shit!”

Of course, this was a lie, but she couldn’t exactly admit it to Lexi. In the days since she’d begun enjoying sex with her mom, she had openly played at getting Barbie and her girlfriends naked and humping each other, even licking each other. Her mom had looked at her and said, “That’s exactly what your aunt and I used to do with them!”

Lexi cut her eyes at Becky. “What do you like to do with your Barbies that would make your mom shit?”

Becky said, “Probably the same thing you like to do with them when you’re alone.”

Lexi’s mouth dropped open in a huge grin, “Nuh-uh!” she said, but Becky could tell she had done the same things with her Barbies. She wondered how many girls did the same thing and figured probably all of them.

“It’s okay if you do. I think we all do the same thing with them.”

Lexi glanced around as if to see if they were being watched or eavesdropped on. Then turning to Becky, she said, “Wow. You must have, like, sex on the brain.”

Becky, who long ago had figured if her little experiment failed, she wouldn’t see the girl again and didn’t have to worry, said, “Hey, as my sister says, ‘if it feels good, do it.’”

Lexi asked, “How old is your sister?”

“Sixteen.”

“Does she fuck guys?”

“I don’t know if she fucks guys, but she has no problem fucking her girlfriend,” Becky said, knowing she couldn’t tell Lexi everything Tanya liked to do. “And I’ve caught her playing with herself before, too.”

“Wow. Cool. Does she know you saw her?”

Becky looked at Lexi and made a decision. She could lie and say ‘no,’ or she could tell the truth and see where it led. “Yeah. She even let me watch her.”

“Wow. That’s so great. Did you watch her?”

“Of course! A girl’s gotta learn somewhere!” The two girls giggled again. Tabitha stepped into the aisle again, and Becky said, “Shh! The Gestapo is watching!”

This sent the girls into more rounds of giggles. They turned to the Barbies once again and tried to ignore Tabitha, who stood behind them. Finally, Becky turned to Tabitha and said, “Did you like to play with Barbies when you were our age?”

Tabitha, who was surprised the little girl had addressed the question to her, blushed at the memories of being alone in her room, playing very naughty games with her Barbies. She was eighteen now and didn’t play with Barbies anymore, but she’d never forgotten the fun she’d had with them.

“Yeah,” Tabitha said, sending the two little girls into more gales of laughter. Tabitha realized the girls knew the score, so to speak, and had probably been discussing that same pastime when she’d approached, but she wanted to be sure. Tabitha had taken an interest in the little girl who’d been there first because of how she’d reminded her of her niece, who was about the same age, and with whom she had enjoyed many hours of naughty fun.

“Why is it so funny I played with Barbies at your age?” Tabitha asked.

The girls exchanged what could only be termed a naughty look and giggled some more.

“Nothing,” Becky said. Then she turned to Lexi. “You gonna buy another Barbie?”

Lexi said, “I think I’ll buy her a car.” She had noticed earlier that the price was right for one of the Barbie cars and wanted one.

Becky turned to Tabitha. “She’s gonna buy one of the cars.” Turning to Lexi again, she said, “You wanna bring it to my house and we can play with my Barbies?”

Lexi noticed the extra gleam in Becky’s eyes. It was a gleam of mischief — of doing some forbidden things with Becky’s Barbies. Lexi didn’t have to be home for at least another five hours if she didn’t want to. She had her phone in case her mom called, and she could always say she was still at the mall, just hanging out. She could even say she’d met a friend there and was hanging out with the friend, whose parents were somewhere in the mall as well. That would make her mom feel better about things in case she did call to check on her.

Lexi said, “Sure. We can have a lot of fun.” She paused before adding, “Playing with Barbies” with a little, suggestive smile.

Becky looked back up at Tabitha and knew immediately the teenager knew precisely what they were talking about. The salesgirl’s smirk was an unmistakable declaration of I know exactly what you two are planning to do with the Barbies. Becky wondered if she was just being paranoid because of the plans and the naughty talk she and Lexi had been enjoying before Tabitha showed up, but she doubted it. Then when they were checking out and Tabitha was ringing up the purchase, the older girl said something that left no doubt that she knew what the girls were planning.

Tabitha placed the Barbie car into a Toys-R-Us bag and handed over to Lexi. Then she smiled knowingly and said, “Don’t let your moms catch you playing with your Barbies like that. Mine spanked me when she caught me.”

The younger girls both blushed as they left the register. Becky turned back to Tabitha to see if she was watching them. Of course, she was. Becky watched as the older girl winked at her.

As the two new friends left the mall, Becky decided she would have to come back to Toys-R-Us again soon. Getting Tabitha interested in some sex play looked to be a cinch.

What she didn’t know was that Lexi was thinking the same thing.

Chapter 15 is coming soon!

First Light of Day

  • Posted on February 9, 2018 at 7:59 am

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2006 }

I parked a couple of hundred feet down the road and stepped out of the car in the hot night. I gently closed the car door and stood there in the dark, looking toward the light that stood above the old farmhouse. God, what was I doing? It was crazy. Yes, it was crazy, but it had to be done. I had to see my love before I could go on.

I began walking up the road, slowly at first then faster, and then Molly began barking. Shit, I had forgotten about Molly. She wasn’t just barking either; she was growling and snarling viciously. I got closer to the house as the big old dog came bounding down to me, ready to tear me apart.

“Molly, it’s me,” I said. “It’s Kat.”

Fortunately my scent and the sound of my voice calmed her and her snarls turned to playful and excited whimpers. I knelt down and petted her soft coat and calmed her. She put her paws on my shoulders and licked my face. That was Molly, the snow white collie, old now but still big and beautiful.

“Quiet now, girl,” I told her, standing up and walking up the hill to the house as Molly tagged along close behind. I began to shake a bit, nervous and afraid and excited all at the same time. Sweat dripped from my brow as I stepped around the house to the back door.

I opened the door, silently thanking whoever had been liberal with the oil can on the hinges. I carefully closed the door and stepped cautiously. An old house is an old house and there’s no way to keep the floor from creaking. I had grown up in that house and knew where to step, but you never knew when a new squeak or groan might find its way into the boards.

The hardest part was the stairs, the stairs up to where my angel slept, those old stairs I had sneaked up and down many a time in the middle of the night. I slipped off my hard shoes and started up, stepping to the edges of the stairs. I’d forgotten just how many steps there were; it seemed like forever reaching the top, but I got there with just the slightest groan on the top step.

Her door was at the end, the one opposite my sister’s all the way at the other end. I moved slowly, allowing my toes to touch each board before lowering my full weight. It all seemed so slow and frightening, but well worth it. I turned the knob and entered her room, only allowing myself a glimpse to make sure it was her sleeping on the bed before turning to close the door. Then, taking a breath, I turned and looked.

Words cannot express what I felt looking upon my sweet Maggie, my beautiful little girl, my sister’s child. The last time I had seen her she had just turned ten years old. Now she was halfway between eleven and twelve. Time had not marred her. My God, in the soft light of the moon she looked even more beautiful than before.

She was on her side, wearing a very small nightgown, her slender legs stretched out with the feet straight and the little toes curled. I made my way to the small lamp on the bedside table. I turned the switch and looked at her again in the light. It only got better. She had a golden tan, not the sort of tan you get stretched out and covered with lotion, but the kind you get running and playing in the summer sun, bathing in Miller’s stream, lying in the grass and looking up at the shapes in the clouds.

I knelt down at the edge of the bed and looked into her round face. I reached over, allowing my fingers to brush the soft little hairs above her brow. Her hair was light brown but lightened by the sun so that some strands shimmered like gold. I began to let my fingers move closer to her skin to slowly caress my girl awake. I stroked her round forehead and then let the back of my hand caress her upper cheek. Her breathing changed, she yawned, and then, with all of the drama that I had dreamed of, opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Aunty K-,” she began to squeal, but I covered her mouth and shushed her.

“Hello, my angel,” I said, shedding tears that I could not – and did not try to – control. In her tight embrace, I sobbed quietly at her shoulder. “Oh, I love you so much, my sweet Maggie.”

“I love you, too, Aunt Kat.”

“I had to see you, my dear sweet love,” I told her. “I had to come. I want to take you for a ride. You see, I knew that your mom wouldn’t let me in the door, Maggie, but I had to see you. Will you come and take a ride with me before she wakes up?”

“Oh, yes!” she whispered excitedly. “Let me get dressed and I’ll come with you.”

“Come as you are, sweetie; just as you are.”

I helped her off the bed and I went around and shut off her light. The two of us went out the door together. I will not detail again that long slow journey through the house; I will just say that young Maggie was evidently training herself in the art of sneaking around the old house just as I had. When we got outside, I grinned at her and told her how I used to sneak out at her age. She grinned back as Molly greeted her with an excited bark and she pet the old girl and hushed her.

We walked down the road toward the old car and I opened the door for her. Molly didn’t try to come along; when we got to the car, she turned and headed back to the house. I started up the car and turned it around in the gravel, heading the other way, with my sweet little Maggie snuggled up to my arm.

There was so much to say, so much I had rehearsed on my drive along the endless road to see her, but I was much too overwhelmed to utter a word of it. Maggie, too, remained silent. I wondered if she knew where we were headed. I wondered if she remembered. I wondered…

I had to look for it, that old dirt road that veered off into the trees by Miller’s stream. I slowed the car and peered out through the bug-spattered windshield.

“It’s just up there,” Maggie said, pointing out beyond the headlights and off to the right.

We got up to the turn-off, I pulled off onto the dirt, and I welcomed Maggie onto my lap. She planted her pert round butt on my upper thighs and lay back against me.

“It’s so quiet here,” I said.

“I know,” she said.

“I miss it sometimes,” I sighed.

“I… miss you all the time,” my little girl said, just like that, and she sighed.

“Baby…” I began, but fear stopped me. I was afraid to bring up what had happened between us before, what I had done, what…

“Do you remember what we did?” I blurted out, feeling foolish afterward for asking so anxiously.

“Yes,” she answered with a quiver in her voice. “I… I think about it all the time, Aunt Kat.”

“I just… I’m sorry, but I have to know how you felt… about…”

Maggie sat up and turned to look at me. Her eyes dropped and she took a breath before she looked up at me again.

“Do you ever think about the way I touched you?”

“Yes.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Maggie maneuvered herself around, turning to straddle my lap, and she looked in my face and placed her hands on my cheeks. There was a soft look in her eyes then, and I was sure my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Her lips came closer to mine and met them. Her kiss was soft and sweet and lingering. Her touch was so gentle and soft, unlike any touch I had ever felt before. When her lips pulled away, she looked at me tenderly. “I love you, Kat,” she said.

“I asked you how…”

“No,” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “No talking,” she whispered, and she pressed her mouth to mine once again, this time more forcefully. I allowed her to explore my lips, suck at them, rub at them, caress them with her own. I was surprised, taken aback, and a bit frightened by what was happening. For a moment it was as if I was the child and she was the woman, but reality took hold and I gripped her shoulders and pushed her back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I told her, reaching up and running my fingers through her hair. “I want you to, yes, but not if you don’t…”

“I do,” she said, once again putting her finger to my lips. “More than anything. Can we watch the sunrise together, like we used to?”

“Sure, baby.”

“Will you touch me like you did…?”

“Of course, my sweet lover.”

My beautiful niece lifted her arms and I lifted her nightgown, exposing her slender young body almost completely, pulling it off over her head and tossing it aside. Maggie turned around again, lying back against me, her arms out to her sides. She sighed as I began to kiss at her ear and her neck, my hands caressing her arms as she sat very still. The smell of her, the warmth of her, her softness was all intoxicating to me. My kisses moved to her neck and my hands moved to her chest, my fingertips dancing lightly upon her flesh. She began to breathe just a little faster. When I touched her nipples, I felt her legs twitch ever-so-slightly, as if a small spark had been set off between them. I felt the little nipples harden as I rubbed them, and once again her breath seemed to quicken.

I became aware of the light, the beginning of the dawn, its light pale and unobtrusive. One of my hands moved down, the fingertips gliding over the plains of her tummy. Her legs spread further apart as I got closer. I felt the tingle in my loins, a tingle of excited anticipation as I slipped one hand inside her little cotton panties. The car felt so small with her body so closely pressed against me. I felt myself shaking with her as I began to stroke the little hood where the clitoris lived. I felt her every little movement and heard her every sound. Birds may have been singing, the light may have been creeping in, but to me all that existed was my Maggie’s pleasure. Very quickly I reached up and tilted the rear-view mirror so that I could see her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips moved as she breathed. She was trembling. Her hips began to move, as if to grind against my fingers.

For the longest time I touched her like that, watched her in the mirror as the light became stronger while remaining soft and pale. I saw her head move from side to side. Then, quite suddenly, in a fevered sort of frenzy, Maggie lifted her butt off my thighs and jerked down her panties. She lifted one leg so she could pull one foot though them. Then she rested again, drawing my hand in, pressing it firmly to her clitoris, clutching at my other hand, slipping her fingers through mine and squeezing tight.

“Oh…” she whimpered, her breaths becoming gasps. “Oh, please…”

“Yes, my love,” I said. “Let it out. I have you.”

The next thing I knew her thighs came together and her whole body seized. Her breath stopped and she let out a squeal as it hit her, a wonderfully powerful orgasm. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as she let out the most beautiful sounding little cries, soft cries mixed in with her convulsing breaths. It was then that the first ray of sunlight came into the car, and it fell directly upon her sweet face. Bathed in light, she held on. Time seemed to stop there for a moment as the feeling seemed to remain with her, and I continued to press my fingers to her clitoris until I heard her breathing quiet.

“Oh, my love,” I whispered in her ear. I looked up into the rear-view mirror and saw her eyes looking at me. I began to take my hand from between her legs, but she grabbed it and pulled it back.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please…”

My sweet Maggie was begging for more. I could not have dreamed of such a reaction; in fact, I had wondered all through my journey if my touches would be welcome at all. There I was, and there she was with me, delightfully and beautifully naked, aroused and excited and searching for another sweet orgasm at the touch of my trembling hand.

“Oh, my little girl,” I said, “I dreamed of doing this so many times.”

“Me, too…” she sighed, her voice soft and breathless. “Oh, please… yes…”

I felt her body quake and quiver and I rubbed her clitoris feverishly. Once again, with a delightful squeal, she found her pleasure. She cried out in release as the second orgasm surged through her in spasms and I struggled to hold onto her as she seemed about to fall off to one side. With a womanly passion, she reached up and grasped my head, turning her own to press her lips to mine in a hungry French kiss.

It had grown very hot in the car, and it was then that my Maggie slipped off my lap and took my hand. She smiled, spreading my fingers out and looking up at me as she kissed them, one by one.

“Did you really think about me touching you when I was gone?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I mean, just a little in the beginning… but then I started doing it a lot.”

“Did you touch yourself when you thought about it?”

“Hee hee…” Maggie laughed sweetly. “Yes.”

My attention was snapped away just as I was about to kiss my angel. It was a car coming up behind us. It was not just any car. It had lights on top. They were not lit up, but that did not matter. What mattered was that the driver’s side door was opening and the police officer was getting out.

“M-Maggie, you might want to put on your nightgown… quickly.”

The little girl turned to look and grabbed her nightgown. The cop stopped to look at the out-of-state license plate and walked slowly, as big shot cops like to do, the whole John Wayne bit. That gave Maggie plenty of time to put on her little nightgown, but then she plopped herself right on my lap. When the cop got to the window and looked in, her big smile was the first thing he saw.

“Hi, Mister Daley,” she said. I had forgotten what it was like living in small town America, knowing everyone. But I didn’t remember this man, and he didn’t know me. I was sweating bullets, feeling just how hot it had grown in the car, and not feeling very well. I hadn’t eaten for a while, and the stress made me feel weak.

“Hello, Maggie,” the cop said. “How are you?” I kept my head down, but I could feel his eyes on me. “Maybe you can introduce me to your friend.”

“Oh, you mean my Aunt Katherine?” Maggie grinned. “She’s here for a surprise visit. Isn’t that nice?”

“Well… yes,” the officer said. Maggie kept that beautiful grin beaming. It made it difficult for the cop to be anything but friendly. I felt Maggie’s hand take mine. She drew it up under her nightgown and in between her legs where the flesh was still bare. I turned my head slightly and saw her panties lying on the passenger’s side of the front seat. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I wanted to reach over and tuck them somewhere, but my hand was busy doing something else.

“How are you doing this morning, ma’am?” the cop asked me.

“I-I’m very well… officer.”

“You know, this isn’t really an appropriate parking spot, ma’am.”

“Oh, Mister Miller, people are always parking here,” Maggie smiled. I felt a tremble below, where her fingers pressed mine against her swollen little clit. She was on fire down there, but up above she was cool as a cucumber. “Are you trying to give my aunt a hard time?”

“Well… I… um…” the cop was without a comeback. “The point is…”

“Are you bored, Mister Miller?” Maggie asked. “My grandpa says that you guys get bored and you go out and hassle people.”

“Oh, when did he say that, Maggie?”

“When you gave him a ticket for driving too fast. Remember that?”

“Oh,” the cop said, looking down. I sensed that he was embarrassed; I didn’t know why and it didn’t matter. Maggie was winning, the little minx. She was amazing. And the whole time she was charming and outwitting the cop, she was pressing my fingers to her sweet sex. I was reeling.

“Well, ma’am, I am sorry to bother you. Maggie, you have a nice day.”

“I’ll tell my grandpa you said hi,” Maggie said.

The cop walked back to his car, got in, backed out and drove away. My eyes followed him in the rear-view mirror, then caught my Maggie looking at me. She was rocking her hips, riding my hand.

“Little girl,” I said, “you are out of this world. Why would you make me rub on you with the cop standing there?”

“I just like being sneaky; it makes me tingly,” she sighed. “Did you like how I talked to him?”

“Yes, but why did he get all soft when you talked about my dad?”

“He got in big trouble…” she gasped, her lower lip quivering. “My grandpa went to the station and complained about the ticket. He’s friend’s with… the chief.”

My little girl had sweat glistening on her brow, so I wiped it away. I was eager to see my little girl come to another orgasm, but she stopped me, grasping my hand. “It’s hot in here…” she said.

I nodded. “Yes, it is.”

“Maybe we should go for a walk and cool off.  You wanna go down to the stream?”

Oh, the memories, the memories of Miller’s Stream! It was there that I kissed my little lover — really kissed her — for the first time.

We had gone for a walk together, and I had told Maggie the secret about my sexuality, my love of other women. She had never heard of such a thing before, but was clearly delighted by the idea of girls loving girls.

That’s when I truly went for broke, and confessed the deep, dark secret that no one else knew about me… my sexual desire for young girls. I told her of the excitement, the fierce craving I felt for adolescent cuties that made me tremble inside. How badly I wanted to kiss them, touch their baby-soft skin, guide them gently into the world of love. I guess my secret had been bottled up inside me for far too long, because I told Maggie far more than I had intended.

She never seemed disturbed by my confessions, though. Her hand remained in mine as we walked together, her questions honestly curious. Then she halted mid-stride, gazed up at me and asked the question that changed everything between us.

“Aunt Kat,” she began hesitantly, “do you… have you ever, um, felt that way about me?”

My heart was suddenly thumping, my mouth dry. I knew full well what I risked by being honest with her… the very real possibility of losing my precious niece. Making her fear me — or at least uncomfortable in my presence. And yet, and yet… I couldn’t lie to Maggie.

“Yes,” I said in a small voice. “I have thought about you… that way. M-many times.”

She stood silently, digesting this revelation. I was terrified, on the verge of tears. What had I just done?

And then, she took my hand in hers, a gentle smile on her lips. “Aunt Kat… would you like to kiss me?”

I doubt I will ever again experience a joy as absolute as what I felt at that moment. Not a word could I speak — I only nodded my head foolishly.

Maggie opened my jacket, then slipped inside with me, her slender arms winding around my back. Her face tilted up toward mine, her eyes closed. And we kissed.

But now I wasn’t much in the mood for that, not after the cop’s visit. Nearly getting caught with my Maggie naked in the car — as well as the other things I could have been nailed for, had he called in — had not set well with my stomach.

But Maggie looked up at me and smiled and her charm worked its magic. I looked in those eyes, wrapped my fingers tight around the door handle, jerked it down and heaved a sigh.

The world was always there. It was weighing on me and it had been for a long time. Maggie made the world go away, just the same way she made the cop go away. She did it with a smile and a touch and a sweet little sigh. I loved her and I felt safe with her. Imagine that, a woman who has held people at gunpoint and taken their money being protected by an innocent — well, innocent but wily — ten-year-old girl with beautiful brown eyes.

My God, why was I here? Why had I come back, knowing I would have to leave her again? And now, seeing what she had turned into, it would be even harder to leave her. And it would be hard to go back to Janice.

Janice was my mentor and partner in crime, my lover, but she was not my friend. She wasn’t much of a lover either, but that’s another story. The fact is that with Maggie near me, in my arms or by my side, I could not even think of Janice in the same light. I had left her abruptly to come here, left her while she was sleeping, just a short note on the motel nightstand telling her I would be back in a couple of days. It was sure to anger her, and she was not a good-tempered woman.

With Maggie leading me by the hand, we descended the hill to Miller’s Stream. I felt so dizzy, and not so sure-footed, while my little lover moved so gracefully on her bare feet. Oh, it really hit me, the host of memories that came flooding back as I sat down at the edge of the water. Maggie sat next to me and put her feet and legs in the water. She reached down and put her hands in and brought a splash of water up to her face. I did the same. It felt good.

“Take off your shoes, Kat.”

I did take off my shoes and my socks, and I rolled up my pants legs and dipped into the water. Oh, so cool it was! And on tired feet it felt better than wonderful. I held my Maggie’s hand and kicked my feet as she kicked hers. It was all good, all sweet, all innocent, and I forgot everything again, everything but her and myself.

She was more than beautiful at that moment, and as she reached down, lifted her nightgown and took it off there by the stream, I was in awe of her body. In the car, I had not really had the chance to gaze upon her in all of her naked splendor. I took her hands, both of them, and guided her to sit on my legs, facing me, straddling my knees. I grinned at my girl and looked her over.

Oh, who had created this work of beauty that sat so still and quiet before me? Surely something, some being with the eye of an artist, a renaissance painter, had produced this masterpiece. How could she have just appeared here by chance, by mere genetic code, by such cold scientific principles as we’re taught in school? No, I did not believe in the bible, but I knew that someone somewhere had worked a miracle in creating my young Maggie.

From the top of her head to her sweet face, along the curve of her neck, her smooth shoulders, the roundness of her upper chest, the summer golden glow covering her skin, golden all over, and her little buds poking out like little tiny cones, the nipples stiffening as I touch them, pinch them so gently, I lower my head and suckle at them, and her tummy so flat and perfect and brown and smooth and kissable, her thighs the same, firm and shapely like a woman’s thighs, the thighs of a well-fed farm girl, and between them that sweet little crack spread open, dark red lips protruding, the pink beyond revealing itself as I reach down and spread the lips and seek out the swollen bud of her clit, hiding from me under its fleshy hood, but I rush, forgetting the full legs, the calves so shapely and sexy and the pretty feet and edible little toes…

I took one leg and raised it so I could kiss one foot. I kissed it, then sucked at her toes as she watched me with a sweet smile. My hand was working on her all the while, rubbing her clit slowly and gently to start, only because I wanted to taste her, to make her come with my mouth for the first time. Yes, I wanted desperately to taste my Maggie’s sweet little sex, to make her grind against my face, to make her come under the teasing and exploring of my tongue.

I nibbled my way down her thighs, and then I beckoned her to move up, to sit with her pussy over my face as I lay back and used my tongue. She moved over my face eagerly, as curious to feel it as I was to taste her for the first time. She spread her legs over my head, spread them far apart, and the red and pink flower blossomed like a rose. I began licking the flower whose nectar tasted of a tangy sort of sweetness.

I felt my little niece react immediately. She seemed ready for any and all pleasures, so ready that I have to admit to being a bit timid. It is one thing to kiss and fondle an ten-year-old girl and be uncertain about her feelings, but to be under the spell of the same girl two years later, a girl excited beyond belief, it makes you doubt reality. I really did imagine for a moment that I was back in the car sleeping somewhere on the road, or maybe back in the motel, dreaming all of this.

“Oh, Kat…” the angel sang. “Oh, that feels so… so good.”

I could not speak for what I was doing, but if I could I would have told her that the pleasure belonged to her, it was there for the taking, that it was intended to be so. Once again, only a higher being could create something so pleasurable, but I will not digress beyond that. What she was feeling was wonderful and right; no one can tell me different. And as she approached orgasm, I was working at myself, slipping my hand down the front of my pants, tingling like crazy, feeling a little out of control.

“Oh… my… God!” she squealed. She was grinding on my mouth when it hit her. Her cries echoed there through the trees as she seemed to lose control, and I had to hold her to keep her from falling, hold her as I laid her gently on the hard ground, my head tightly pressed between her squeezing thighs. “Oh… oh… it feels so…” and again she squealed, as if another had begun before the first had gone. It was all I could do to wiggle my tongue against her clit with her legs gripping me like a vice. Her juices flowed sweet and tart and coated my face. My own loins were singing, craving release.

With an expression of total satisfaction, relaxed as she could be, my Maggie lay there on the ground. I lifted my head from between her thighs and moved up next to her, lying on my side, caressing her flushed golden skin.

“Kat, that felt so wonderful,” she said, her voice soft and breathless and sweet. “Never leave me.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” I told her, feeling a lump in my throat, “I don’t want to leave you, but I can’t stay here.”

Maggie reached a hand out and stroked my cheek with her little fingers. She looked at me tenderly, her eyes soft and moist. She looked away.

“I understand,” she said. She rested there, still caressing my face, and then turned to look into my eyes again. She put her arms about my neck and pulled me close, kissing my lips, and then hugging tightly to her shoulder. I felt her lips touch my ear. And she whispered, “Take me with you.”

Take her with me? God, how I wanted to! But how could I? My thoughts were racing each other as I lay there holding my sweet Maggie, thoughts of her sitting in some lonely motel room with me, her whole life ahead of her yet stuck hiding out with me. They would come after me for taking her, and then we would really be on the run. And what about Janice? She was back there with most of the loot and there was no way she would go for taking a ten-year-old girl along for the ride.

Not for the first time, I felt a deep regret for the life I had. Well, I hadn’t so much chosen it as I had allowed it to choose me. But why couldn’t I have met someone nice, someone who wasn’t a thief? Janice hated the world and everybody in it, and she robbed people because they had it coming. For me, it was a game, but for her it was fuck or get fucked. She was a true dyke, stereotypical, the kind people made fun of, the kind who hated men but cut her hair and dressed like a man.

And as I lay there with my naked little lover, I actually thought of Janice and got disgusted. I had really gone astray. I had gone with Janice — let’s face it — because she was like a man. She was strong, a protector, and she had that romantic look of an outlaw. I was a weak-willed person, easy to persuade because I had no idea how to take care of myself, let alone anyone else.

“Maggie,” I said, “there is no way I can take you with me.”

“No?” the little girl sobbed. “Why not?”

“You don’t know anything about my life, angel. I’ve been places and I’ve done… things. You don’t want to come with me, really.”

“Yes, I do,” she said. “I don’t like living with Grandma and Grandpa. They don’t let me have any fun.”

“But you’re clothed and well-fed and you have Molly and a nice warm bed…”

“Everything I say or do is a sin, Kat!”

Oh, there it was, wasn’t it? Sin, the big S word. The good old Baptists, standing so tall and prim and proper! God, how I hated the way they indoctrinated the young. And if you rebelled, there came the rod.

“Do they spank you, Maggie?”

“Ye-es,” Maggie said, “they do.”

Oh God, the spankings. But they glorified it by saying it was the Lord’s way. They said it was not done with anger, it was not a beating. It was a ritual, the telling of what you’ve done wrong, sitting down, taking you across their lap, and using a belt or a switch so that the bare hand never makes contact with your flesh. They say it is love, the Lord’s way. Spare the rod, spoil the child. It is not to break your spirit, but your will to do wrong.

So, dear Mother and Father, where did my spirit go if you did not take it from me?

“Oh, Kat, please…” she said tearfully. “I can touch you, too. I can make you feel good like you make me feel good.”

The thought of that made me tingle. At the same time, I felt so unclean, so dirty in her presence. Why couldn’t I just shut off my thoughts for a second and feel?

“I want to do it now,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“Touch you…”

“You do?”

Within seconds my Maggie was straddling me again, but this time she was unbuttoning my shirt. A smile appeared on her face, a renewed excitement stopping the tears. I reached up and wiped those tears away and gave myself to her for the moment. My thought was, what if this is the only chance we ever get for such a thing, for her to pleasure me and for me to feel pleasure from her?

My shirt was open and I sat up, allowing her to slip it off. I unhooked my bra and removed it for her, as I thought her little fingers would not be up to such a task. She looked at my breast as I lay back down. She hesitated, then reached out and stroked them with her fingers. She focused on the nipples, caressing them to hardness, grinning at the result.

“Pinch them, sweetie,” I said. “I like that.”

“Really?” And she pinched them really hard, but that was just how I liked it! I gasped and closed my eyes, feeling the shock waves go through my body. When I opened them again, all I could see was Maggie’s smile, and the look in her eyes that told me she was going to enjoy this.

“Can I suck on them?”

“Don’t even ask, baby,” I said softly. “Do as you please. I am sure that anything you do is going to feel good.”

My Maggie lay against me and I stroked her hair as she closed her mouth about one nipple. To my surprise, she reached up and pinched the other so as not to neglect it while she sucked the one. Oh, it was so heavenly to be suckled by her, and knowing I liked the pinching, she even bit, but she used some restraint there. She switched from one nipple to the other and it felt so good that it caused a tingling in my loins. I began moving my legs below, squeezing them together. My Maggie lifted her face from my breast and grinned.

“Now I get to touch your cunt.”

“Where,” I gasped, “where did you ever hear such a word?”

“A boy said it on the playground.”

Oh, well, on every playground there’s a kid who knows it all, isn’t there? I undid my pants and Maggie lay beside me. I took her hand and slipped it down my panties. I spread my lips, then I pressed her fingers to my clit.

“Rub just like that,” I whispered.

The excitement of her touching me easily made up for any awkwardness in her probing… and her mouth was right back at my closest nipple, biting and sucking at it as she worked her fingers at my clit. I tried my best to clear my mind of everything, and my Maggie helped in that way, for after a moment I could think of nothing but what she was doing to me.

If I did think of anything, it was about the first time another girl had touched me in such a way. Like Maggie, and like me at the time, she had been young and inexperienced, but oh how her touch had thrilled me!

Maggie was so patient about her fondling, I was surprised. And it was nice. I was used to having to rush myself, sometimes even faking it, but here there was no rush. When I finally asked Maggie to rub faster and more firmly, it was my clit begging for it. I was on the edge, and I needed a push.

The world was spinning and I closed my eyes and felt the warmth and the tingle, the fire rising inside. I held my breath, tensing time after time, reaching for it, like a piece of fruit dangling just beyond my grasp, and then, suddenly, it was there and I let the pleasure take me.

“Oh!” I cried, and I felt Maggie press herself to me as I came. It was a wonderful orgasm, the kind that comes from waiting, from allowing the fire to slowly build. It lasted a long time, and I know that it excited Maggie, for I could feel her grinding against my thigh. “Oh, my love,” I said, “that was wonderful.”

“Mmmm,” she smiled softly at me as I looked at her. “That was fun. You want me to lick you now?”

“Oh, baby,” I said, dreading the words, “I should be getting you back to the house.”

By saying that I instantly turned my niece’s smile to a frown. Was there any way I could leave this time without breaking her little heart? God, I hated the world, for all its taboos, its righteousness, its hypocrisy.

I have to say that my little niece did her best not to cry as we climbed back up to the car and climbed in, she put her panties on and I pulled the car out, heading back to the road that led back to my sister’s house. She was quiet and I was quiet, and she snuggled against me as I drove.

When I turned onto the street I’d grown up on, Molly and I looked sadly at one another.

“I love you, Aunt Kat,” she said, gazing forlornly at me. “I wish we could run away and get married.”

“I wish we could too, babe,” I murmured, holding back tears of my own.

I knew I would have to speak to my mother. I didn’t want Maggie to get into trouble. I was the outcast daughter, the bad girl, and it wasn’t going to hurt me to get a helping of whatever my mother dished out. Believe me, she had dished it all out before. The only fear I had was of my father. What if he had discovered Maggie’s absence and stayed home from the field this morning?

When we pulled up to the house, Molly came out barking excitedly and Maggie and I got out, looking sadly at one another. The backdoor opened and there stood my mother, looking at me like she was seeing a ghost.

“Hello, Mother,” I said. “I wanted to see Maggie, so I kind of snuck in–”

“How dare you!” she said. “Maggie, get in the house and go up to your room.”

Maggie rushed to me and stood by my side, hugging me.

“Grandma,” she said. “Please don’t be mad at Aunt Kat. She was just scared to see you.”

“I bet she was!” my mother said. “Get in the house, Maggie!”

No!” Maggie yelled. “I won’t!”

I sensed a spanking coming now, whatever happened. I wanted so much to say something, but I began to feel dizzy again. I was tired and hungry and thirsty. I needed to sit down, but it was too late for that.

The next thing I knew I was coming to with my head in my mother’s lap. She had pressed a cold washcloth to my brow. The look of concern in her eyes was not something she could conceal. There were even tears. Maggie stood by with a glass of water, and my mother helped me to sit up and have a drink. My mother backed away from me and maintained her distance. She wiped her eyes with her apron.

“Are you hungry?” my mother asked with little emotion.

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, I can cook you some bacon and eggs, then you’ve got to be on your way. I can’t let you go without giving you a good meal, Katherine, but that’s all I can do.”

“I know.”

“You look like you need some rest. There’s a motel just up the road near Lancer’s. It’s where the sinners go to bed down together come the weekend. You should feel right at ho-” and she stopped there. “You should be able to rest there, if you have the money for a room.”

“I do.”

“All right then. Wait here. I will bring your breakfast out in a few. Maggie, say your goodbyes and get back in the house. You’re not even dressed proper.”

My heart sank. My mother would not even allow me inside. And Maggie stood there, tears welling in her eyes. This was all happening much too fast. I didn’t have time to think. God, I wanted to take Maggie, jump in the car and run away with her, take her far away from here. But I lacked the strength, the spirit.

Maggie stepped over to me, she put her arms about my neck and hugged me tightly. I felt as if she were being stripped away from me, and she must have felt the same, only ten times worse. She left my shoulder warm and wet with her tears and then ran. The door slammed. I looked up. Molly came to me. I pet and hugged the old girl as I cried. Molly whimpered and licked my face, as if she knew.

Not much to say about the remainder of my visit. I ate the food. It was how I remembered, delicious. And my mother even cracked a smile, almost, as I thanked her. I got up, walked to my car, turned and looked up. I saw Maggie looking down from her open window. I looked at my mother. She hesitated at the door, looking my way.

“Mother?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’ll be at the motel you told me about, if you want to talk. But I’ll be probably be leaving after I have a good sleep, so I–”

“We have nothing to talk about, Katherine,” she said, her face a stone wall. “But I’ll pray for you.” Then she turned away.

I got in the car. I started it up. I pulled out and drove away. I found the motel. I got a room. I went to this liquor store across the way and bought a bottle. I made myself as comfortable as I could, watched the crap on the TV, and passed out.

I slept for quite a while. I woke up a couple of times, but just drank some more and passed out again. It was only when I woke up early in the morning, long past when my mother would have had a chance to come talk with me, that I tossed what was left of the bottle, took a shower and headed back out onto the road.

I felt numb, driving away from everything I knew again, and the only person I loved with all my heart and soul. I searched the radio for anything, but all I got was fuzz. I turned it off. I stuck my arm out the window. As the light entered the sky and I breathed in the morning air, I smelled a familiar smell. If I hadn’t been so hollow, so empty, I might have enjoyed it — and I knew what it was, it was what remained of Maggie, her presence in the car, the scent she had left there.

The End

Piper’s Mom, Chapter 12

  • Posted on February 8, 2018 at 8:58 am

By Amanda Lynn

Neve was the first to wake the following morning. She heard the soft, rhythmic breathing beside her and the weight of an arm across her chest.

Turning her head, Neve smiled as she watched Stephanie sleep. She could lie here like this all day, but her bladder had other ideas. Neve sighed contently then stretched, being careful not to wake her sister. Last night had been truly incredible, hot and passionate, tender and loving. Neve was so glad they could share this intimacy with each other once again.

Stephanie had been right, though. If they were going to continue this relationship they would have to tell the girls. They were smart, and it wouldn’t take long before they caught on to their mothers’ affair. Then a naughty thought raced through her mind, a thought that sent little shivers of excitement through her. What if they could convince their daughters to join them in bed? Neve was pretty sure Brooke would be up for it, but would Stephanie or Piper?

Carefully removing Stephanie’s arm from around her body, Neve eased herself from the bed. Neve grabbed the short silk robe that hung on her door, put it on, and slipped quietly from the room. In a visit to the bathroom, she relieved herself and took a quick shower. Done, she made her way to the kitchen to start breakfast.

Deciding on french toast, Neve busied herself with the prep work. Lost in her task, Neve didn’t hear bare feet padding across the laminate floor behind her.

“Morning, Neve.”

Jumping, Neve spun around, holding up a whisk in a defensive posture. She relaxed immediately when she saw Amber taking a stool at the counter. The girl smiled and raised an eyebrow at the not so lethal weapon Neve pointed at her.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Amber chuckled. “I’m not sure a whisk would be much of a deterrent though.”

Laughing, Neve moved to the counter. “That’s okay, sweetheart.” She placed a hand on the teen’s. “And a good morning to you too,” Neve smiled, keeping her hand on Amber’s for a long moment, enjoying the sensation of her soft skin.

Amber was still wearing the same oversized tee she had worn the night before. Neve’s eyes wandered to the teen’s breasts where stiff nipples poked against the fabric. Neve’s heart raced and she had to fight to keep from taking them into her hands. She shook her head and looked back at Amber’s smiling face.

“I’m making french toast for breakfast,” Neve said.

“Sounds great. Can I help with anything?”

“Yes, thank you. Would you mind slicing up some strawberries and bananas?”

“Certainly,” Amber said and moved around to the other side of the counter. Getting the small basket of strawberries from the fridge and a couple of bananas from the counter, Amber stood beside Neve and began to slice up the fruit.

A ripple of excitement flashed up Neve’s spine. She stole a glance, looking down at the girl’s bare feet, up to her shapely legs, and to the tee shirt that fell to just below her ass. Neve thought back to the hypothetical question that Stephanie had posed. She had already flirted with Amber, even copped a feel. So, yes, she could fuck this girl if she were willing. That is what she had wanted after all. Wasn’t it?

Neve put a large frying pan on the stove and turned on the element. She purposely set it to low so it wouldn’t heat up too quickly. She, on the other hand, was already hot. With her back turned to Amber, Neve snuck a hand inside her robe and touched herself. Suspicion confirmed, she was very wet.

Licking her finger clean, Neve turned and approached Amber, stopping just beside the teenager. Neve’s heart raced, she was so close to this sexy young girl. She could smell her, the scent of the sex she’d had the night before still lingered on her. Neve wanted Amber, wanted to take her right now, right here in the kitchen. She felt her pussy contract at the naughty thought, and she had to squeeze her thighs together for a second.

“How’s it coming?” she asked, placing her hand on Amber’s lower back.

Amber stiffened for just a second then relaxed. “Good,” she said with a hint of nervousness. “Almost done.”

“Great,” Neve ran her fingertips up the girl’s back and played with the nape of her neck, then slowly trailed back down. “Did you girls have fun last night?” Neve asked softly. But before Amber could respond she added, “After you went to bed.”

Neve watched Amber’s face turn a dark pink.

“What do you mean?” Amber said shyly, averting her eyes.

Chuckling, Neve let her hand move down and rest on Amber’s butt. “We heard the three of you last night. Heard somebody yell as they orgasmed.” Neve waited for a beat or two.

Amber just looked at her and smiled meekly. “Oh, I see,” she said, sounding like someone had caught her doing something wrong.

“Relax, honey. None of you are in trouble or anything.” Neve slipped her hand lower, then up under Amber’s tee shirt. To Neve’s pleasant surprise, Amber was not wearing panties. Cooing softly, she gently rubbed the smooth globe of the girl’s ass. She heard the girl breath a hushed moan. Neve’s heart was pounding. The heat of the moment and the chance of someone catching them fueled her excitement as she continued her seduction. She just hoped that she wasn’t moving too quickly, but she felt confident Amber was at least a little interested.

Amber put down the knife she was holding and placed her hands on the counter. Not looking at Neve, she gave a soft sigh. Neve felt the girl’s hips push back slightly, and ever so subtly, spread her legs. Neve trailed a finger between Amber’s cheeks, brushing across her anus and touching the edge of her opening. Amber sucked in a sharp breath at the contact and Neve felt the teen’s juices pool. Damn, that didn’t take much, Neve thought, amused at Amber’s rapid response to her seduction.

“Is this okay? Me touching you like this?” Neve asked softly.

“Un-huh,” Amber whispered, almost too low to hear.

With her free hand, Neve grasped Amber’s chin and turned her face toward her. Amber looked at her with big, brown eyes. Neve brushed her thumb over Amber’s bottom lip. It was soft and full and beautiful. Neve wondered if she still tasted of Brooke or Piper.

“You are very sexy, Amber, and you have a beautiful mouth. May I kiss it?” she asked hotly, moving her mouth closer to Amber’s.

Amber nodded, not saying a word.

Neve smiled, watching her chest rise and fall with excitement. Squeezing Amber’s butt, Neve brought their mouths together, closing soft kisses on her lips. Amber turned and wrapped her arms around Neve.

Neve groaned into the girl’s mouth. She brought her other hand under the tee shirt and then pushed both hands up Amber’s back, caressing the smooth skin. Their kiss became heated, the kitchen filled with sounds of their heavy breathing and wet kisses. Their tongues swirled and explored hungrily. Neve’s creamy juices flowed and dripped, and she wished she had put on a pair of panties.

A hand found its way inside Neve’s robe, and she instinctively spread her legs as Amber cupped her aching cunt. Deftly, Amber began to toy with Neve’s clit.

Jesus! This feels so good, Neve thought as the pleasure raced through her. She groaned into Amber’s mouth just before she broke the kiss. She needed air. Neve was surprised at the boldness of the teen. She had caught Amber checking her out on a couple of occasions, and Amber did respond well to her flirting. But for this to happen so soon, if even at all, was a heavenly treat.

Panting, she tried to speak, “Fuck. Yes.”

Amber used two fingers, rubbing quick little circles over her clit. Neve’s knees threatened to buckle, and she leaned on the counter for support and Amber pushed her body against her, resting her pussy on Neve’s thigh. Neve stared at Amber as she fingered her engorged clit, sending more waves of desire through her.

“Fuck my pussy, Amber. Can you do that?” Neve said huskily.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Neve felt her robe come undone and Amber’s hot mouth touch her breast. Pleasure rippled through her, and she gasped as two fingers penetrated her. Neve tangled the fingers of one hand in Amber’s hair and held her head still as she sucked on a hard nipple.

As the thrusts from Amber’s fingers quickened and plunged deeper, Neve jerked back against the girl’s hand. The familiar pressure in her core was building rapidly, and she was finding it harder to breathe. Burying her face in Amber’s neck to muffle the sound, she cried out as her orgasm thundered through her. She held Amber tight as she shook and twitched with each aftershock that swept across her, threatening to turn her legs to mush. Once she was able, she let go of Amber and kissed her deeply for several moments.

“Damn, girl,” Neve said with a smile. “Thank you for that.”

Amber grinned and moved to a clear spot on the counter. Hoisting herself up, she pulled the tee shirt from under her ass and spread her legs. “You’re welcome.”

Neve’s eyes widened at the sight of the pretty pink pussy and at the girl’s boldness. Neve knew they should stop. Stephanie and the girls could wake at any moment. But that delicious-looking pussy was too hard to resist, and leaving the teen hanging wouldn’t be fair at all.

“What would you like, pretty girl?” Neve asked as she stroked Amber’s knees.

“Lick me,” she purred. A wicked grin played across her lips as she spoke.

Neve grabbed a stool and sat in front of Amber, pulling her to the edge of the counter.

Amber lifted her knees and rested her feet on Neve’s shoulders.

Neve leaned in and kissed the teen’s clit, savoring the aroma of her juices. Neve would rather have taken her time and enjoyed this beautiful young pussy, making Amber come many times. But it would have to be a quickie, wanting to finish before anyone else woke.

Amber gasped when Neve sucked the erect clit into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue.

The teen’s pussy was already slick from her arousal, and Neve pushed a finger through her folds and then into her entrance. Swirling and licking her practiced tongue over the girl’s sex, Neve savored the sweet taste of her honey and enjoyed the smooth, silky skin of her folds.

Amber groaned and put one hand on the back of Neve’s head. “Yes, fuck. Right there,” she whimpered.

Neve concentrated her efforts on the young clit, pushing her finger into Amber’s vagina as deep as she could.

Amber was bucking and twisting on the counter, rolling her hips against Neve’s talented mouth.

Neve pulled out, to just the tip of her finger, then pushed a second finger into the smooth wetness of her entrance. Amber moaned through gritted teeth as Neve pulled on her swollen clit with her lips. Soon, Amber tumbled over the peak, and convulsed as the orgasm took her.

Keeping her mouth and fingers on the girl, Neve waited until she relaxed. Slowly she withdrew and stood, offering Amber her juice-covered fingers. Smiling, and not breaking eye contact with Neve, Amber accepted and licked them clean. When she finished, Neve leaned in for a languid kiss.

“That was great,” Amber said.

“Glad you liked it, but I’m sorry I rushed it. I would rather have taken my time,” Neve said, helping the girl off the counter.

“It’s okay. It was still great. Maybe next time?” Amber asked with a giggle.

“Sounds good to me,” Neve smiled. “We better get cleaned up and finish breakfast.”

“Okay,” Amber said and headed down the hall.

Closing her robe Neve sighed, watching the girl disappear. That was unexpected, but totally fucking awesome. She chuckled as she washed her hands at the kitchen sink. Neve would worry about the sticky mess between her thighs once Amber returned.

She turned up the heat on the stove and gave the french toast mixture another stir just as Stephanie walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Stephanie said, a mischievous grin on her face. “Something smells good. What’s for breakfast?”

“French toast,” Neve replied as Stephanie took her into her arms and traced her tongue across Neve’s lips, then kissed her.

“Funny,” Stephanie said. “From where I’m standing, it smells like sex and tastes an awful lot like Amber.”

Neve pulled back and looked at her sister. “You saw?” she asked, panic gripping her. Oh Shit! she thought. Did I just fuck everything up? She studied her sister’s face, looking for signs of anger or disgust. Instead, all she saw was a shit-eating grin plastered across Stephanie’s beautiful face.

“Uh-huh,” Stephanie said running a finger along Neve’s lip. “What I said last night, about banging Amber. That was hypothetical. I didn’t actually expect you to do it,” she said with a giggle.

“Um… well, it kind of just…”

Neve stopped mid-sentence. A thought came to her. Something that Stephanie had said. “You just kissed me and said it tasted like Amber. How would you know what she tastes like? Huh?”

She watched Stephanie’s face flush, and her grin seemed to get bigger if that was possible.

“I guess I have a confession to make,” Stephanie said, with another giggle.

“I’m sure you do. Let’s hear it,” Neve said, daring to hope she already knew what it was.

Stephanie leaned in, bringing her mouth to Neve’s ear. “I’ve been banging her too,” she whispered hotly, then nipped at her earlobe.

The panic and fear that had filled Neve, instantly vanished and an overwhelming sense of excitement replaced it. Neve damn near came at the thought of Stephanie and Amber fucking. She pulled back and looked at her sister, giving her a sly grin. “You, naughty girl. Just how long has this been going on?”

“Just a couple weeks,” Stephanie replied. “I asked that question last night to see how you would react. I wanted to tell you, but was afraid you would think I was a sick pervert and hate me forever.”

“Well, I guess you know the truth,” Neve said with a chuckle. “I’m as much of a sick pervert as you are.”

They laughed together, then Neve pulled her sister in for a deep kiss. The sounds of life emerging from the girls’ bedroom soon interrupted their romantic embrace.

“I guess we’ll have to continue this conversation later,” Neve said as they moved from each other’s arms.

“Agreed.” Stephanie gave Neve a playful slap on the butt. “Let’s get breakfast cooked, shall we?”

As Neve and Stephanie finished preparing the meal, Amber soon joined the two women and offered to set the table. Neve noticed the smirk that was on Amber’s face when she said good morning to Stephanie as if they were conveying information by thought alone.

Brooke and Piper made their appearance a short time later after having had a quick shower together.

“Good morning, you two. Sleep well?” Neve asked the younger girls.

“Morning. We slept very well.” Brooke said, giving her mother a big grin.

“You three must have been exhausted after all that sex last night,” Stephanie said nonchalantly as she and Neve carried the plates of french toast to the table.

Neve chuckled at the younger girls’ stunned silence. “It’s okay, girls. Steph and I are thrilled that the three of you can share such wonderful experiences with each other.”

Amber just grinned mischievously knowing that the adults were savvy to their nighttime debauchery.

“Yeah,” Stephanie chimed in. “Just don’t go around telling everyone. If it is just you three, that’s perfect.”

The girls looked at each other for a moment then back to Neve and Stephanie.

“Okay, um, we’ll keep it just between the three of us,” Brooke finally said. Piper and Amber nodded in agreement.

“Good. Now let’s eat,” Stephanie said, motioning toward the table.

 

*******

 

With breakfast done, the girls put on their bikinis and went outside for a swim and to lounge around on the dock. Both Stephanie and Neve stood at the large window and watched Amber and their daughters frolic in the water. They were so sexy, especially in their skimpy outfits. Both women smiled inwardly, noticing that the chill of the air on the girls’ wet breasts caused their young nipples to stiffen.

Sighing contently, Stephanie took her sister’s hand and led her over to the sofa. Sitting, she pulled Neve onto her lap and into a slow sensual kiss. She swiped her tongue through Neve’s mouth, caressing teeth, and gums before teasing her sister’s tongue. Stephanie could taste the lingering flavors of breakfast in her sister’s mouth. They played for a moment then Neve pulled away.

“Umm. That was nice,” Neve said. “But you should let me go brush first,” she smiled playfully at Stephanie.

Stephanie giggled and caressed Neve’s cheek. “I love you, sis. So very much,” Moving her hand down her neck and into her robe, Stephanie found a stiff nipple. With a goofy grin, she tweaked the erect peak, drawing a moan from Neve. Pushing the silk material aside, Stephanie took the nipple into her mouth, laving it with her tongue, swirling around the bud, and batting it eagerly.

“Oh, god, Steph,” Neve grunted. “I love you too.”

“Let’s go have a shower,” Stephanie said in a husky voice, gently pushing her sister from her lap. Stephanie stood, and both women headed for the bathroom. Dropping her robe, Stephanie bent to turn on the taps.

Not one to miss such an opportunity, Neve cupped her sister’s sex and pushed a finger into her wet vagina.

Stephanie didn’t move, enjoying the sensations of the single digit that twisted and pumped inside her. It felt heavenly, and she didn’t want it to stop. Reluctantly, she turned the small lever, and the water changed from the faucet to the shower head.

Stephanie stepped into the tub with mild disappointment as Neve’s finger slipped from her. Offering a hand to her sister, she helped her into the tub and into an embrace. They kissed deeply, the warm water cascading over their heads giving a new sensation to the taste and texture of their mouths.

They kissed for only a little longer, gurgling and sputtering as water flooded their eager mouths. Stephanie broke the kiss and guided her sister back a step out of the spray.

“If I’m going to drown, I can’t think of a better way of doing it, but I don’t really want to die today,” Stephanie chuckled.

“Me neither.”

Stephanie gave Neve another quick kiss before grabbing the washcloth and bottle of body wash. With deliberate movements, she moved the soapy cloth over Neve’s shoulders and arms, down her sides and across her belly.

Neve stood still, eyes closed and enjoying her sister’s touch.

Damn, she is so beautiful, Stephanie thought. Bringing her mouth to a nipple, she laved it with her tongue then moved to the other. Neve moaned softly. Stephanie kissed her lips and used the cloth to caress her sister’s breasts.

Holding Neve’s hips for support, Stephanie got to her knees and kissed the soft wet skin of her belly. She traced her tongue around Neve’s belly button and dipped inside. Neve’s hips jerked, and Stephanie looked up to see Neve watching her. Stephanie smiled and kissed her belly again, then pushed her nose through the tangle of wet curls on her mons.

Neve’s breathing became excited as Stephanie kissed her thighs. Lingering for a moment, only inches from her pussy, Stephanie sat back on her heels.

“No. Don’t stop,” Neve whined.

Stephanie smiled up at her sister and giggle. “You’re such a dirty girl. I need to clean you first,” Stephanie said in a throaty voice causing Neve to shiver.

Starting with her feet, Stephanie washed one leg then the other, avoiding direct contact with her sister’s pussy.

Neve whimpered every time Stephanie’s hand came close to her sex, and she rolled her hips trying to invite the touch she desperately needed.

Stephanie planted soft kisses on her thighs once more, teasing and tantalizing her sister so that Neve had to beg for release.

“Please, Steph. Lick me. Make me come.”

“Patience, baby. You’re still a dirty girl.” Stephanie said cupping her sister’s pussy with a cloth-covered hand. Neve groaned and jerked as Stephanie rubbed the cloth between her legs. Ringing out the washcloth, Stephanie wiped away the remaining traces of soap before putting the cloth aside. Pushing Neve’s legs a bit farther apart, she shuffled closer and look up, smiling at her sister.

“Open yourself for me.”

Neve complied, holding her lips apart, exposing herself completely to her sister.

Stephanie moaned with delight at the sight, a flood of juices gathered at her sister’s entrance. Gently she pushed a finger into Neve’s opening, then took her erect clit into her mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” Neve moaned, tangling fingers in Stephanie’s hair.

Stephanie pushed the flat of her tongue over the distended clit, flicking and swirling, eliciting sounds of pleasure from Neve. She pushed a second finger into her sister and ran blunt fingertips along the smooth wetness of her walls. Stephanie felt her sister push against her head, forcing her face into her cunt. Neve rocked in rhythm to the fingers fucking her pussy.

“Don’t stop, Steph. I’m so close,” she gasped between ragged breaths.

Pulling on Neve’s clit with her lips, Stephanie curled the fingers that were deep inside her sister, brushing against her g-spot.

Neve gave a strangled cry and grabbed hold of Stephanie, and she shuddered.

Stephanie used her free hand to help support her sister as Neve rode out the aftershocks that rippled through her.

Moments later, Stephanie stood and wrapped her arms around her sister. Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, Stephanie sucked on it slowly. Releasing it, she kissed Neve tenderly.

“You can wash me anytime you want, Steph,” Neve said with a chuckle and kissed her sister’s neck.

“Plenty more where that came from,” Stephanie said. “Why don’t you get out and dry off. I’m going to wash before we completely run out of hot water.” She shivered slightly under the cooling water.

“But I didn’t get to make you come,” Neve said in protest.

Stephanie smiled and caressed her cheek. “You can make it up to me later. Now go, before I turn into a popsicle.”

Neve smirked as she stepped out of the tub. “I like licking popsicles,” she said, wagging her eyebrows.

“As much fun as that sounds, I would rather not get that cold,” Stephanie replied as she lathered herself with body wash.

“When do you think we should tell the girls about us?” Neve asked as she dried herself off.

Stephanie hadn’t really thought about it since they had first discussed it last evening. She knew they had to, but was still somewhat reluctant. What if Brooke and Piper reacted negatively to the idea? Though, if Piper were okay with her mother having sex with Amber, wouldn’t she be okay if she was having sex with her own sister?

Rinsed, she stepped from the tub and shut off the water. “I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow morning? Or, after we get back?” Stephanie said, taking the fresh towel Neve offered.

“How about tomorrow? After breakfast,” Neve suggested.

“Okay then. Tomorrow.” Stephanie wrapped the towel around herself and give Neve a soft kiss.

The women left the bathroom and went to their own rooms to dress. Stephanie slipped into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. As she was putting her clothes away in the dresser drawers, she noticed Amber head into the bathroom. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed, watching the bathroom door. Smiling, she wondered if Amber would be interested in some late-night fun.

“Amber. Come here a sec,” she said when the girl emerged.

She smiled when Amber jumped at the sound of her voice. “Come in and close the door, sweetie,” she said and patted the bed beside her.

“What’s up, Steph?” Amber asked as she sat down beside Stephanie.

Stephanie wrapped an arm around her and kissed her softly. “Are you enjoying the weekend so far?” she asked.

Nodding, the teen answered. “Yes, lots of fun so far.”

“I bet,” Stephanie said with a chuckle. “Seeing as I’m the only person you haven’t had sex with this weekend.”

Amber gave her a quizzical look, then one of surprise. Stephanie laughed and hugged the girl again.

“I saw you in the kitchen this morning. Having that sweet little pussy of yours licked by my naughty sister,” Stephanie said.

“You’re not mad, are you?”

“No baby, I’m not mad. We’ll just have to share you. Or have you at the same time. If you’re interested.”

Amber looked up at Stephanie, confusion written all over her face. “The same time? Are you two…”

Smiling wide, Stephanie nodded, “Yeah.”

“That’s awesome. Do Brooke and Piper know?”

“No, not yet. We figured we would tell them tomorrow. So, if you could keep that under your hat for now…”

Amber nodded. “So, about this ‘same time’ thing,” she asked, sounding excited.

Stephanie chuckled, eager little minx. “I was thinking, tonight, after Piper and Brooke are asleep, you could come join us in Neve’s room. But only if you want to.”

“Want to? I would love to!” Amber said, with an excited bounce. She then wrapped her arms around Stephanie’s neck and kissed her hard.

“Don’t say anything to Neve. Let’s keep it a surprise,” Stephanie said as she rubbed her hand along the girl’s thigh. “Now get back to Brooke and Piper, and try not to wear yourself out before tonight.”

Amber chuckled as she stood. “I’ll try not to, but those two do love to fuck. They must take after their mothers.”

Stephanie smiled at that truth and watched as Amber blew her a kiss and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Stephanie’s arousal from playing with her sister in the shower had not faded and this chat only served to exacerbate it. She slipped a hand into her shorts, not surprised to find the wetness there. Touching her engorged clit, she let a soft moan escape her lips. Circling a finger around the bud, she fell back on the bed and spread her legs. I should go find Neve and let her do this for me, she thought when she heard a knock at the door.

“Speak of the devil,” she said to herself.

Staying prone and leaving her hand in her pants. “Come in,” she called out.

The door opened, and she heard a small voice giggle. Stephanie twisted to look at the door and felt the heat rise in her face. Piper stood in the doorway, smiling, her eyes on the spot where Stephanie’s hand played inside her shorts.

“Mommy, you don’t have to be alone if you want to come. I’ll help you,” Piper said sweetly.

Stephanie’s heart swelled. She knew Piper meant what she said. The sweet ten-year-old just stood there in her pink bikini looking so damn sexy. At that moment Stephanie filled with both pride and lust. She hoped that Piper would be accepting of her renewed sexual relationship with her sister. As much as she loved her sister and hated the idea of ending this new relationship, Piper would always be first and foremost.

“Come in and lock the door, sweetheart. Mommy would love to have your help.”

Doing as she was asked, Piper moved to her mother’s embrace.

Stephanie kissed her daughter passionately while untying the strings of her little bikini.

Continue on to Chapter 13

Au Pair, Chapter 3

  • Posted on February 7, 2018 at 10:59 am

By Misty Meadow

On that first night after Ashley and I first made love, her mother Ursula was in an especially randy frame of mind, dropping some very blatant hints that she was in the mood to fuck. But I was completely sated from my afternoon in bed with Ashley.

I managed to dodge Ursula’s advances until she started to get irritated. “Slow down,” I finally said when she tried to corner me with a kiss. “You’re pushing things. Let’s take our time and draw this out. We’re like moths and candle flames, you and I.”

She clutched my arms. “But my cunt is dripping wet. I need you now, damn it!”

“You can always masturbate,” I said. I admit it — that sounded a bit callous, even to me. But I’d been calling the shots in our sexual relationship from the word go, and had no intention of letting her guilt-trip me into her bed for a pity fuck.

“Will you watch me while I do it, at least? That’s all I ask of you. I want you to see how hard I can come with you there.”

My thoughts were so fixated on Ashley that sex games with Ursula felt beside the point, but I figured it was best to do at least this much for her. Nodding, I said, “Okay, go up to your room. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Once she’d left, I went upstairs and checked up on Ashley, who always seemed to resemble an angel when she slept, then crept into my own room, where I stripped off and donned a pair of white stockings and a very short silk camisole. I let one shoulder strap fall off to expose my left tit. I looked for some suitable knickers, but then thought, Why bother? They’ll be off in a couple of minutes anyhow.

When I entered Ursula’s room, she was already naked, seated at the head of the bed, her knees up, thighs well parted as she waited for me, her cunt on offer. Despite my waning attraction to her, I could feel myself getting wet. I pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed, sat in it and hooked my knees over its arms, my splayed thighs showing off everything I had.

I watched as she frigged herself, her eyes locked on my treasure. Her technique was different from mine — she placed the middle finger on her clit and strummed it from side to side. I briefly did the same, but then went back to my favourite method, placing a finger on either side of my clit and working them up and down. From time to time I’d thrust them into myself, then withdraw and suck them, all the while commenting on how delicious my pussy was.

Then Ursula reached over to the bedside table, slid open its drawer, fumbled around inside and pulled out a vibrator. After she buzzed her nipples with it, I expected she’d apply it to her clit, like I usually did — but to my surprise, Ursula slid down onto her back, drew both knees up to her shoulders, touched the tip of the vibrator to her rosebud, then eased it deep inside until all eight or so inches were buried in her arse.

“Shit, this f-feels so good! You should try it.” She sawed the vibrator in and out, using the other hand to maul her clit. “Oh, God, oh fuck! Are you… are you into anal, Misty?” She was panting with each stroke, forcing the words out.

“Sometimes, yeah. That does look like fun.”

“This, this isn’t the only sex toy I’ve g-got, by the way. There’s my strap-on dildo — and one of these days I’m gonna let you fuck me, d-do me long and hard with it. Oh, Misty, how would you like it if I — if I fucked you?”

“Let’s not run before we can walk,” I said. “Go ahead, get yourself off. I wanna see you come.”

“Oh, I’m just about to come, b-but I want to watch you come, my — oh, my darling.” Her voice grew louder. “Come for me. Come for Mummy!”

Strange — she’d never called herself that during our sex games. Did Ursula regard me in the same light as I did her daughter?

“I’m coming,” I assured her, though I actually wasn’t. “Fuck yourself! Shove that vibrator up your arse, you slut!”

She smiled, knowing I was just talking dirty to get her hot. Her wrist was pumping like a piston as she fucked her bum. I could see that she was about to come, so I let out a loud cry, clenched my thighs tightly together and made a face like I’d just bitten into a lemon. I didn’t often need to fake orgasms with my lovers, but when I did, it was damn convincing.

Her eyes went big, her chest flushed bright red and I watched as she came, crying out loud enough to wake Ashley. “Misty! Oh, Misty, I love you!”

This was the first time she’d ever used the L word with me. Had she said it a day or two earlier, I might have melted, but now the wall of separation I’d built between fucking Ursula and loving Ashley was crumbling, and my enthusiasm for sex with my little darling’s mother was beginning to erode.

When we’d come back to earth, I took the vibrator into her en-suite bathroom and rinsed it off. I was going to borrow it and I needed it to be perfectly clean.

“That was awesome,” Ursula sighed said when I came back into the bedroom.

“I don’t know which was best,” I said, in support of my faked ecstasy, “watching you or being watched. Both are a huge turn-on.”

She smiled. “Oh, there are lots more adventures waiting for us to enjoy… we’re just starting on this ride.”

All I could think was, Ms. Urquart, you don’t even know how true that is.

*****

As the days went by, my love for Ashley grew, just as my urge for sex with Ursula waned. I tried to conceal that from her, but she seemed to sense it somehow — and it only made her desire that much more intense. She came on to me hot and heavy almost every night, and I had to plead a headache, or my period, to put her off. I still felt a certain warmth toward Ursula, but her obsession with me was exhausting.

On the other hand, Ashley and I grew steadily bolder with each other — less inhibited, far more adventurous. It took very little persuading to get her to let me take saucy photos of her with my phone. She quickly came to love posing for me, with pictures ranging from a shot of her lifting her skirt to total nudity, her body contorted into all sorts of lewd positions, the better to show off her cunt. On her bed, in the tub, seated on the stairs, doing cartwheels along the landing — whenever I had my phone handy, she’d encourage me to take pictures of her. One of my favourites showed her doing a handstand stark naked with her legs splayed wide apart, the better to show off her treasure. I even took shots during sex when she was eating my pussy, gazing into the lens with adoring eyes as her tongue darted and flickered inside me.

As Ursula’s fixation on me grew, I became paranoid about my growing collection of Ashley snaps. If she ever got a look in my phone, she’d find enough hardcore paedo-porn on there to have me locked away for life. My solution was to purchase a second phone for everyday use, and stash the old one in the inner pocket of a jacket I never wore.

*****

One afternoon, I lay on Ashley’s bed as she licked me and sucked on my clit. She brought me to a crashing orgasm that made me feel as if my whole body was ablaze — then as I slowly returned to the world, she idly toyed with my cunt, her index finger circling the opening.

Suddenly she looked up at me. “I bet I could get my whole hand inside,” she said, a look of excitement on her face. “Can I try? Would it hurt, d’you think?”

“Maybe a bit, but it’ll be worth it,” I said. “Go ahead, fold your thumb in and push.”

My cunt was so relaxed and wet that her hand slid in easily — past her wrist, almost halfway to the elbow. She was amazed and delighted, while I was practically climbing the walls. Oh, I’d had generously-sized fake pricks inside me before, but nothing as long as Ashley’s arm.

After I came again, this time even more explosively, she withdrew her hand and spread my pussy lips open as wide as they’d go, peering into the dark pink cavern. “Wow, you’re huge! Your cunt is enormous! I gotta take a picture of this,” she said.

I looked at the result on the screen. Taken close up, it was a sea of wet pink flesh surrounding a black hole that looked almost big enough to swallow a tennis ball. Even I was impressed.

*****

One Friday afternoon, I collected Ashley from her school and walked her home, her arm linked in mine. The instant we came in the door, she tossed her backpack on the hall table, took her school blazer off and lifted her skirt high up under her chin.

“You love looking at my knickers, don’t you?” she said, her eyes bright. “Show me yours.”

I was sorely tempted, but managed to shake my head. “Homework first.”

She scowled. “Fuck homework, it can wait. I wanna see your knickers. Go on, show me.”

I tried to seem nonchalant as I hoisted my dress, pushed my feet apart and thrust my hips forward, but I was secretly thrilled. Although we’d done this many times before, showing my underwear off to Ashley was much more exciting than masturbating for Ursula.

We grinned at each other, let our skirts fall and went into the kitchen. She sat on the breakfast bar, her feet up on a stool, her legs spread wide. There was a small damp patch on the crotch of her knickers.

I touched it with my fingertips. “Did you forget to wipe yourself when you peed?”

Smiling, she shook her head. “No, no, I always wipe. That’s my cunt getting wet for you, Misty.” She leaned back, her hands flat on the counter top behind her, and parted her thighs even further. The coquettishness of the early days of our relationship had developed into aggressive shamelessness.

“My God, Ashley, you’re turning into a little slut.” I was still grinning.

“Yes, but I’m your slut, Misty. Take my knickers off and do naughty things to my cunt.” She lifted her hips and I slid her knickers from under her bum, up her thighs, over her knees, down to her ankles, freed them from her feet and pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply.

“Oh, you’re a knicker sniffer, huh? Me, too. I sniff mine whenever I take them off.” I tossed them aside and stared at her, perched so irresistibly on the counter top. “Kiss my cunt!” she demanded.

“Just a sec,” I said and dashed upstairs. A few seconds later I came down again, this time totally naked, Ursula’s vibrator in hand.

“Is that one of those sex toy thingies?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

“It’s your mum’s vibrator. She keeps it in her bedside table. You’re gonna love this.” I reached out with one hand to spread her cunt lips with my fingers. She was dripping wet. “Were you fingering yourself just now?”

“Of course I was. I’ve been doing it a lot recently, ever since we…”

“Started loving each other,” I finished for her. I pushed a finger deep into her, took it out and sucked it. Then I pushed it in again, removed it and offered it for her to taste. She took it deep into her mouth and I could feel her tongue caressing it.

“More. Gimme more. Here, finger your cunt and let me taste that.” I obliged, and she eagerly sucked on my finger again.

“Now,” I said, “we’re gonna open a whole new chapter of your sex education.” I twisted the vibrator’s base and it buzzed.

“Cool!” Ashley squealed.

“Just wait.”

I touched it to her clit — she jerked in surprise but immediately relaxed. “Oh, my God, it’s like an electric shock.”

“Good, huh?”

“Awesome! Let me do it to you.”

“Later. Now I’m gonna fuck you with it.” Her eyes went big as she looked down at the toy as I placed the tip between her lips and gently pressed it into her.

“Pheeeeew,” she exhaled. “Oooh, it’s amazing! I love it!” I slowly withdrew it almost all the way, then pushed it back in again. Falling into a steady tempo, I began pumping the toy in and out, staring at her flushed face, observing her reaction. She flung her head back, mouth open, her breath growing deep and ragged.

I dropped to one knee, bringing my face level with the action. I noticed a small mole she had, where her leg joined her body. While fucking her, I used the middle finger of my free hand to play with Ashley’s clit. From her sighs and groans, I could tell that she was experiencing ecstasy on a level she’d never reached before.

Every ten seconds or so, I’d withdraw the vibrator and place my mouth on her cunt, sucking on her clit and licking her pussy lips, then I’d slip the toy back into her. The whole area around her cunt was flushed bright pink, making it clear how excited she was.

“Oh, Misty, this is so fucking good! Don’t stop! I’m g-gonna come! Oh, shit, I’m in heaven! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Then the door slammed open and a voice screamed, “ASHLEY!”

Fuck! It was Ursula. She wasn’t supposed to be home for hours.

The vibrator fell to the floor with a clatter as Ashley slammed her legs together. I jumped to my feet and tried to shield her with my body, but Ursula shoved me to one side.

“You little fucking whore!” she yelled, slapping her daughter hard on the face. I grabbed her arm to stop her doing it again, but she pushed me away again, snarling, “I’ll deal with you later, bitch!”

Ashley burst into tears, wailing, face buried in her hands. “I’m sorry, Mummy,” she sobbed, her whole body shaking.

“Get out!” Ursula screamed at me. “Get out of my house now!”

“If you hit her again, you’ll regret it,” I hissed back at her.

“Fuck you!” Her face was contorted with rage. “You’re finished! Pack your stuff and get the fuck out!”

“No! No!” Ashley wailed.

“We need to calm down and talk about this,” I said, trying to put out the flames.

Ashley climbed down from the counter and, still sobbing, looked round for her knickers.

Ursula’s face was stone. “There’s nothing to talk about. You molested my twelve-year-old daughter. Twelve! I could have you arrested, thrown in prison. Think about that!”

My heart was racing, but my voice was rock-steady. “Then think about this. If the world learns about Ashley and me, what will Ashley learn about?” I looked at her pointedly.

Ursula paused in mid-rant. She hadn’t thought about that, what her daughter’s reaction would be if she found out what we’d been getting up to. In the meantime, Ashley found her knickers on the floor and put them on.

“Go to your room!” Ursula snarled and the poor little waif trudged off up the stairs, still crying.

She wheeled back to me. “Are you telling me you’d tell her about us? All of it? You fucking cunt. How dare you threaten me?” She stood there, fists clenched, breathing hard, trying to calm herself. “You know what that would do to Ashley, damn you. She’d hate me for it!”

“It would crush her, yes,” I said, calmly, “but if I have to, I’ll tell her everything.” To be honest, I didn’t want to break Ashley’s heart any more than it was broken at the moment, but this was the only card I had to play.

She changed tack. “How long have you two been…?”

“Having sex? A couple of months or so.”

“Is she still a virgin, at least?”

I shook my head. “Her cherry was popped a long time ago, before my time.”

“What have you been doing to her, then? How far have you got?”

I bent down and picked up the vibrator from the floor. “This was the first time we played with this. Other than that… we’ve done pretty much everything lesbian lovers do. We both enjoy oral sex. Giving and receiving.”

“She’s gone down on you?” Ursula was incredulous. “Jesus Christ, she’s… she’s only twelve years old, for fuck’s sake!”

“How old were you the first time you ate pussy?” I shot back.

“None of your fucking business!” she snapped.

This wasn’t working, damn it. I had to keep cool, had to do my best to calm Ursula down before she lost it completely. I took a deep breath, steadied my voice. “Listen to me. Ashley and I are in love with each other, head over heels. I know you don’t care what happens to me, but think of her. If you kick me out… she’ll be devastated.”

“You took advantage of an innocent little girl, you perverted slut!”

“I fell for her. It wasn’t a choice. It happened to me like a bolt of lightning out of the sky. Ashley felt the exact same way, she told me so.” Ursula just glared at me. “You need to know that at no time did I do anything to your daughter without her full consent. Okay, yeah, I broke the law — it was either that or break her heart.”

She threw up her hands. “So she had a crush. Big deal! I had crushes at her age, and I got over them. It’s all part of growing up.”

“Face facts. Ashley is already gay. Sexual orientation is not a choice, you know that. Sooner or later Ashley was going to have her first lesbian experience. When we first made love, it was a thing of beauty, a precious moment in her life that she’ll never forget. For that matter, neither will I.”

“You’re trying to polish a turd,” Ursula said. At least she’d stopped yelling.

“You need to talk to her, as soon as you calm down. Give her a hug, say you love her.”

She reached out to take a half-empty bottle of wine from the counter, yanked the cork out and upended it, taking several large swallows. This was good. Alcohol was exactly what she needed at that moment. She found a glass and poured the remaining wine into it.

“I gotta think about this,” she said, more to herself than me.

“If you want to fire me, be my guest,” I said, “but at least sleep on it.”

“I don’t think I’ll be sleeping tonight,” she muttered.

“Let me stay the night, at least. Tomorrow we can sit down and decide what’s to be done.”

She gazed at me, as much in sorrow as anger. “You betrayed me, Misty. You took advantage of my trust and molested my little girl.”

I couldn’t let that slide. “You need to look up the work ‘molest’ in a dictionary, Ursula. I never did a single thing to her that she didn’t want me to do. I always let her take the lead.”

“I’ll deal with her in the morning, but there’s no way you can keep working here. You have to go.”

“To where? I don’t have another home. If I leave now, I’ll only have to come back for my stuff tomorrow, so I might as well stay the night, at least. Go upstairs and hug your daughter and let her know that you don’t hate her,” I urged, pushing my luck. “Don’t leave her in tears. Right now, she probably feels as if her world has just ended. Go and tell her it hasn’t.”

I could see the fight going out of her with a deep sigh. “Fine, fine. You can stay the night, but on no account are you to go into her room or the bathroom while she’s in there, get me? And she can’t go into your room, either. You’re not to ever touch her again. If you do, I’ll have the police on you. Now get out of my sight!”

Mounting the stairs, I breathed a silent prayer of thanks. I’d won a stay of execution.

*****

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Ashley’s heart wasn’t the only one that had been broken. I was filled pity for my little lover, mixed with with intense self-recrimination. Why in God’s name had I made love to her in the kitchen, when we could have gone to my room? If Ursula had come up to the second floor we’d have heard her approach, and Ashley would’ve had time to hide under the bed — but I’d been too overwhelmed by lust to think straight. And now I’d lost her, most likely for good.

There had to be a way to turn Ursula round so that I could stay employed as her au pair. I tossed and turned for hours until dawn crept through the window, finally falling into an uneasy sleep.

Soon to follow, sure as night succeeds day: Chapter 4!

 

Revolutionettes, Chapter 8

  • Posted on February 6, 2018 at 8:46 am

By Amanda

1796 – New York 

My initiation, as Josephine had called it, only partially prepared me for what she had in store for me. The morning after my night with Sandra, while I sat quietly at Josephine’s feet in the parlor, she clasped a collar about my neck and affixed a leash to it. I would wear this day and night for the remainder of my time with her.

As we toured the estate or visited the stables and kennels, I no longer walked five paces to the rear of her. Instead she would command me to heel, and I had to walk just behind her keeping slack on the leash which she held.

All manner of shames where heaped upon me. Most I had already known, but some were new. And of course, as promised, Sandra was made to participate. She had now become my superior, as had anyone in the house. I was no longer Josephine’s girl. I was called her whore and sometimes her slut.

I found it more difficult to remain in her graces, as she was ever more demanding of me. Before long I had been given the glove enough times that I hardly felt it any longer.

Seeing that, Josephine did what she knew would most wound me. She made Sandra administer my punishments. I think she reveled in the knowledge that this caused us both great distress.

Late on a particular night when I thought I could take no more, I found Josephine entering my room with Sandra. In the maid’s hands I saw silken cloth but had no idea what it was for. Josephine approached my bed where I lay unclothed as always and I moved to get up, but she pushed me back down, ordering me to lie upon my back.

“Sandra,” she said. The girl approached me and looked quite forlorn as she took my arm and wrapped a silk tether around it. She then proceeded to tie the other end to a bed post. Within only a few moments she had tied each of my four limbs to bed posts and I found myself naked and spread before my mistress, completely helpless.

Josephine looked briefly at Sandra, and knowing what she must do the girl left the room, returning a moment later with a dildo. This one was not entirely like others I had seen. It could be donned without needing to be drawn up the legs, making it convenient, since I was bound.

Sandra began working the buckles until she had placed it upon me. The anticipation was getting to me. I felt myself becoming wet with excitement as she climbed atop me and lowered herself, taking in the length of the phallus.

Sandra closed her eyes and her head fell forward as she rode the device. She moved faster and faster until at last she began grunting and gasping with each thrust.

Josephine watched with a devilish smile as the girl ground against me driving the dildo as deep inside her as she could. At long last she cried out, trembling with her orgasm.

The girl lay against me for several moments catching her breath before she dismounted and began unhooking the device, giving it to my mistress.

Josephine then removed the dildo proper from the straps and handed the long rod to Sandra. The girl took it and approached me from the foot of the bed. I scarcely needed to be touched to provide the wetness I needed. Sandra pushed it far inside my body, so deep that it came just to the edge of pain. I threw my head back and writhed on the bed as she continued to thrust the object deeply within my folds.

I kicked, though I could scarce move my legs. My hands tightened to fists each time I felt the dildo moving into me. Tears welled in my eyes as she increased the speed. I was on the verge of climax when suddenly Sandra stopped.

“That’s quite enough,” Josephine ordered. I moaned and sighed. I wanted to protest, to beg, but I daren’t speak. I pushed my head back into the pillow trying to catch my breath, aching for release.

Sandra was at my side holding the dildo before me. I could smell the sex upon it and it only served to tempt me more. I heard Josephine order me to clean the device, and I was left to lap our combined juices from the dildo. Sandra pushed it into my mouth, so deep that I nearly gagged on it. She continued to push to that point as tears built in my eyes. But I did not complain. I dared not speak.

I remained three days tied to the bed. I was fed my meals and washed by Sandra each morning. I was left unattended till long into the night. My desire could only grow as I dreamt of the treatment I’d received that first night.

I thought I should die if I was not granted release soon. Each night they would work to excite me with the dildo, but then Josephine would tell Sandra to stop just before I could orgasm, and I had to lick myself from it.

It was all too much for me, and so when the fourth night came, at last I had resolved to beg.

Again they entered my room. Sandra took her place at the foot of the bed and Josephine stood next to her. I raised my head looking toward Josephine but not in the eye. My eyes pleaded. I so dearly wished to speak, and I could only hope she would allow me.

When Josephine motioned toward me, Sandra began to rub the dildo between my folds and just inside my sex. I felt sweat on my brow and tears in my eyes. I shook my head but did not speak. Did not beg.

I thought surely this torture would kill me when at last I heard Josephine. “Speak,” she said.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.” I said, out of breath.

“It does.”

At that moment I found myself thanking a god I did not even believe in. I swallowed hard and raised my head. “I beg you my mistress, grant me release.”

She laughed. “Tisn’t me you should beg, slut.” She gestured to Sandra. “Beg her. Confess your wickedness and beg her.”

My attention turned to Sandra. “I am a filthy whore,” I began. “I beg of you, m’lady, if you would see fit, grant me release.”

Sandra started to move, but was restrained Josephine, who demanded, “What do you want?”

“I want satisfaction, my mistress.”

“And by what means shall you receive it?”

“The dildo, mistress.”

“Now beg her for what you desire.”

I hesitated only a moment in my shame. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “I beg of you, m’lady, fuck this slut before you. Take your dildo and fuck me.” Tears filled my eyes.

Feeling the dildo invading my flesh told me that it had been good enough.

“If you should stop asking, she shall stop her ministrations, and we shall try again tomorrow,” Josephine warned, before shouting, “What are you?!”

“I’m your whore, mistress! Fuck your whore, I beg of you.” It was plunged deep within me and I cried out. My shame overwhelmed me and tears ran from my eyes.

“Why are you so filthy?” she asked.

“Only a slut would desire such wicked pleasure, my mistress. I beg you, don’t stop,” I sobbed.

“Yes, yes, tell me you want this.”

I nodded my head. “If it pleases you, my mistress.” Again I cried out as I felt the wicked device thrust within me. “Yes my mistress, fuck your slut!”

We continued on like this only a few more moments until I nearly screamed as a long pent-up orgasm was finally let loose in my loins. Sandra drove the dildo deep and slow before it gradually subsided.

“Filthy whore.” Josephine spat. “Clean it.”

I was exhausted but did as I was told. They left me then, still tied, but at least my frustrations had been released. I felt degraded and ashamed. I felt dirty. To be rewarded with such pleasure for such a filthy thing shamed me, but I would have done it again a thousand times over. And that would prove only to be the first time I suffered such torment and humiliation.

The following morning I was released and bathed. I made my way down to the table, rubbing my wrists, which were raw and sore. Josephine looked up at me with a smile. “Good morning, whore.” I curtsied before her and waited for her to order me to sit.

It was Monday and we would go to the tea party. I would spend the time as I always did, serving tea and kneeling at her feet, with my shame in her hand. The leash.

Sandra served me breakfast, unable to look at me. I think more than the shame, her manner toward me hurt. In the time since we had made love she so often was forced to do terrible things to me that she could scarce look at me at all.

I had been right to make love to her in my bed. Having the memory of that night saw me through many of my torments. Times when I thought I could take no more. Times when I found myself planning to find my dresses and leave the house in the middle of the night.

And Catherine. So often I reminded myself that I would someday have her strength, I would have her power, I would have even her compassion if only I could endure.

I have them both, Sandra and Catherine, to thank for my survival of the time I was with Josephine.

I learned that morning that while I had been tied to the bed a letter had come for me. Sandra brought it to me, setting it in front of me. I almost reached out and took it but remembered myself.

I glanced at Josephine, then the letter. I could say nothing. I had never learned how to gain her attention without getting the glove in return. I searched my thoughts for any idea I could dream up that might allow me to speak without being spoken to. I could not tear my eyes from the letter. I knew the hand that had addressed it. I knew because I had taught her to write. It was a letter from Alice, and I thought I might die if I did not get to read it soon.

I glanced up to my mistress again and saw her wearing quite the bemused look. I was afraid that if she saw my distress she might never let me read the letter.

Josephine took the letter and my leash and led me into the parlor. She placed the letter on a table then took me to the harp. There she sat for more than an hour playing while I nearly trembled with desire. There could be nothing more precious to me than the letter only paces from where I sat, and with it so close, it yet remained beyond my grasp.

She began to read from one of her books, and again I sat, nearly in tears at her feet. I felt such anger that she should let me suffer so, but still dared not speak.

Dinner was called after sunset and Josephine took up the letter and led me by my leash to the table. I sat down and she leaned the letter against the candlestick directly before me.

I could almost smell the paper it was so close. I could see that Alice had written more than a single page by the bulk of the envelope. I knew that at any moment I might burst into tears.

That was when Sandra entered with a bottle of wine and poured it into my mistress’ glass. She then proceeded to mine. Desperate now, feeling as if my flesh wished to leap from my bones to take the letter in my hand, I looked up at Sandra. “M’lady?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.

The maid turned to me, a look of desperation in her eyes.

“I beg of you, would you tell my mistress that her whore wishes to speak, if it would please her?”

Sandra nearly smiled, realizing my ingenuity. I had not made the mistake of speaking to Josephine directly. But there never had been any rule that I could not speak to the staff.

She went to stand at Josephine’s side. My mistress finished her first glass of wine and waited for a second to be poured. Sandra remained silently waiting.

“Is there something more, dear?” Josephine finally asked the maid, knowing full well why she paused. It was not as if she had not heard me.

“M’lady, your whore would like to speak, should it please you.” Sandra curtsied and left quickly.

From the corner of my eye I could see that Josephine seemed quite bemused. At long last she set her fork down and looked at me. I kept my eyes on my plate. “Do you wish to speak?”

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

She dabbed her napkin at the corners of her mouth and pushed her plate forward. She sipped from her wine then folded her hands before her. “It pleases me.”

“My Mistress I beg of you, may I read my letter?” I spoke with all the desperation I felt.

“And what shall you do for me in return?” she asked.

I hardly had to think about it. “I will do anything, my mistress, you have only to ask.” I felt nothing in saying that. Whether I had said it or not, she would do with me as she pleased anyway.

“Anything, whore?”

“I live only to please you, mistress. I shall deny you nothing.” This was no oath to me, indeed it was already the way of things. I sat nearly holding my breath as I awaited her response.

After a long pause that I thought sure would see me dead from not breathing, Josephine said, “You may read your letter. Take it to your room when you have finished your dinner.”

Dinner. That was all I had to survive. I continued to mind my manners but ate as quickly as I dared. When I had finished, I drained my glass of wine and pushed my plate away.

“Do you wish to leave the table?” Josephine asked.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“It does.”

I felt my whole body relax. I grabbed the envelope from the table and nearly ran up the stairs to my room. I clasped the letter to my chest as tears trickled down my cheeks. I turned it over and studied the wax seal for a moment, I wished to take in everything there was to this letter. Finally I broke the seal and pulled three sheets of paper from the envelope. Alice’s perfume wafted up to my nostrils as I did, and I felt my knees go weak, smelling her.

I read slowly, hearing Alice’s voice. Catherine had indeed married, and soon became pregnant. Alice said that shortly thereafter her husband had returned from Baltimore to stay in Georgia. Alice did not indicate she knew why, but I was sure I did.

Eliza and she had been doing their best to hold together at least some of the girls, though it was difficult since the tavern was no more and many of the women had been quite secretive about who they were. Catherine’s innermost circle, though, was easier to find.

Alice and Eliza managed to keep six of the girls always invited to the parties together. They hosted overnight parties twice a month on Friday nights. These were nothing like Catherine’s but at least they offered some companionship.

Catherine had promised that after the baby came, she would rejoin the girls and they would at least have one another.

Alice spoke of how deeply she missed me and how lonely she often felt since I had gone. I sobbed as I read her words. I missed her dearly as well. She had been my closest friend in Philadelphia. Perhaps in the whole of the world.

When I finished the letter I folded it again and returned it to the envelope. Then I placed it on the night table, a treasure I could hardly tear my eyes from.

In time Josephine came to my room. She entered and came to me, noticing the letter on the night table. She picked it up and pulled out the pages. Tears welled in my eyes. She would read the letter. The letter meant only for me.

She only glanced at the pages, though, before folding them and returning them to the envelope. “Is it worth the price you will pay?”

“Indeed it is, my mistress,” I said quietly. I turned on the bed and lay on my belly so she could beat me.

Josephine pulled me to the edge of the bed and stood me up, turning me to face her. “Have you anything to say to me?” she asked.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“Indeed.”

“Your whore begs of you the means to respond to this letter, mistress.”

“You ask a great deal. Do you understand the price?”

I had no idea what she would ask, but whatever torture she concocted I must endure. “I do, my mistress.”

“You shall have it then.” She turned to leave. “I will return for you tomorrow.”

Josephine had shown me the closest thing to kindness I would see from her for the rest of the time I was under her tutelage.

There was a desk in my room, but I’d never had need of it until now. It was only moments after Josephine left that Sandra came with all the things I would need to write dear Alice back.

She set the papers down and turned to leave, then looked at me and smiled. “You are the first to have thought of that,” she told me. I looked at her unsure. “To use me to speak with her. No one else ever realized they could. But do not try it again. She was amused this once and may not be so a second time.”

“Do you know what she will do to me?” I asked.

Sandra nodded her head. “I can guess from several possibilities.” She looked sad. “But I dare not tell you, miss. It is better not to know.”

She left me there to my paper and quill. I was concerned, but after so much torment I did not feel fear. I would be degraded and humiliated, and she would say it was because of the letter. But that did not matter, she would have done it anyway.

I wrote Alice back that night. I told her of New York City, the tea party, and I told her pieces about Josephine. I was too ashamed, though, to confess everything to her. Finally I bade her extend my well wishes to all of the girls she could.

The next morning I awoke and bathed, then went down to the dining room. Josephine had not arrived yet. I was not sure what to do. In the end, I remained standing behind my chair, my head bowed. I waited an hour for her. When she came in, she sat, and then allowed me to do the same. We ate quietly, and as was the usual we went to the parlor to pass the day.

With nightfall, we ate, and then I was sent to my room. I did not know what was awaiting me this night, but whatever it was had begun.

Soon after I had closed my door, Sandra entered the room carrying the strangest thing. It was a type of table, though it was much too narrow. It stood low to the floor on four legs and the top was cushioned.

Quietly Sandra placed it on the floor near the edge of the bed. There were metal rings affixed to all four legs of the device. “Get upon it, miss. Kneeling, if you will,” she said quietly.

I did as I was told and she urged me move until I was near the back edge of the object.

“Forgive me, miss.” Sandra proceeded to bind my knees to the rings on the rearmost legs of the table. She moved around to the front and looked up at me with great sorrow in her eyes. “I can’t, miss,” she whispered.

Josephine might arrive at any moment, and I was desperate not to be caught this way. “Sandra, I will be fine. Please do not take the glove on my account. I could not bear the guilt.”

A moment passed, and Sandra nodded her head. “I am so sorry, miss,” she said as she tugged at the leash, pulling me down, making me bend at the waist. She bound my wrists with the rings and silk, leaving me completely vulnerable. My legs were held apart by the legs of the table and I could not raise my chest more than a few inches from it.

It had not escaped my notice that my bare bottom was high in the air and I was helpless to do anything. I remained there, feeling somewhat ill for quite some time before Josephine arrived. She came into my room and a moment later, Sandra placed a blindfold over my eyes. I soon heard the buckles of the dildo and swallowed hard.

The possibilities now were very clear. I did not need to ask or be told. I need not wonder at all.

Sandra entered my sex slowly. She thrust the dildo within me time and again, building my excitement. I drew trembling breaths, praying only that they would let me climax before they did what they had planned.

They did not. Sandra stopped. She withdrew the dildo. I was not entirely sure what they were doing, but I so hoped that I knew. If I could have guessed, Sandra was rubbing oil on to the phallus.

A hand rubbed once over my buttocks. I had tears in my eyes. Soon I felt the tip of the dildo pressing firmly against my anus.

“Beg her for it, whore,” Josephine said from behind me.

Sobbing, I spoke, “Please, m’lady, I beg you, bugger this whore.”

“Louder.”

“I need it,” I said, raising my voice. “Bugger this slut.”

I drew a deep breath as I felt the pressure against my anus increase. It took a moment, but soon Sandra began pushing the phallus inside me. I could tell she was not nearly fully in, but she knew what she was doing. She had managed to enter me as gently as she could and now worked her way deeper. My shame forced tears from my eyes. They would not be seen, though, as the blindfold caught them.

“What do you want, slut?” Josephine said, sounding thrilled with herself.

“I want her to fuck my ass, my mistress.” I cried out.

Sandra began to thrust hard and deep. I felt Josephine kneel close to the table. She moved close to my ear. “Beg her to push harder. Beg her to push deeper,” she ordered.

“Harder, m’lady, fuck me harder,” I sobbed. Sandra increased the speed of the thrusts. “Deeper, m’lady, I’m a whore, I must have it deeper.” Sandra obliged.

My outrage, my humiliation. It nearly overwhelmed me as Josephine forced Sandra to bugger me and made me beg for still more. But finally Sandra stopped. The blindfold was removed, and my bonds were released. I was ordered to lie on my bed where Sandra again tied my arms and legs to the bedposts.

I was still wet with excitement. Even such shame as I had been forced to endure had not deterred my wicked desires. “Frig her,” Josephine ordered.

Sandra reached out and began rubbing my clitoris with her fingers. She dipped her fingers into my opening and slid them about my sex. I raised my hips to greet her. I was panting, warm with excitement, when Josephine stopped the maid and they left.

I was not entirely shocked at this. I had expected no satisfaction this night. I was not even entirely surprised by Josephine’s choice of humiliations.

For six days, I remained tied to the bed. Fed there, bathed there. Kept like a pet, used like the phallus she had violated me with. Josephine ended each night by having Sandra frig me nearly to the point of orgasm, then stopping, and each night it took less until I was there.

On the seventh day I expected the same, but there would be mercy for me.

Josephine entered my room followed by Sandra. The maid climbed onto the bed and lowered her sex to my lips. I was covered by her dress. This I had no difficulty in enjoying. No matter what Josephine made the girl do, I had never blamed her.

Sandra ground herself into my face. I lapped at her, drank in her wetness. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, then returned to her clitoris. She began to moan and move her hips faster.

I felt Sandra’s hand on my head. She was stroking me gently. She gasped and groaned, quickening her pace. Finally, with a heavy shudder she pushed her sex into my mouth and I sucked hard on her clitoris. I prolonged her ecstasy for as long as I could.

Sandra crawled off of the bed and stood quietly. Josephine stepped close and whispered something to her. The girl left. She returned with a dildo in her hand, but it was unlike the one I had grown accustomed to. This one seemed milky white. It did not shine like the ivory or jade or polished wood I had seen before.

“Ivory, covered in something they call rubber.” Josephine said, seeing my expression. “It cost more than that bed you’re laying on. It’s as soft as calfskin. Such a shame that in all too short a time it will crumble to dust.”

Sandra oiled the dildo then rubbed it against my sex. It felt softer, more enticing. The girl pushed it in to me and I was shocked at how gentle it seemed. Sandra worked it in and out of me slowly. I lay there moving in time and simply enjoying the feel of it. I hardly noticed that I had been steadily increasing my pace.

I expected at any moment Josephine would stop us, and I would be left another day unsatisfied. I had all but given in to the inevitable when I remembered the last such time I had suffered this.

It was like a game of sorts. I could not beg Josephine. I could not speak to her, but I could Sandra. As she quickened the pace, I cried out, “I must have it! I am a filthy whore, I beg of you, fuck me!”

A glance at Josephine assured me I had not made a mistake. Sandra sped up. She seemed glad that I had spoken.

“Fuck me, m’lady, I beg of you!” I cried again. I glanced down to see Sandra smiling. “Deeper. Fuck me harder!” I begged. She did exactly what I asked and I could feel my climax building. “I’m a filthy whore, fuck me!”

I screamed, I thrashed and banged my head against the pillow as the orgasm tore through me. Sandra pushed the dildo inside as far as she could, then began rubbing my clitoris with her thumb.

Tears rolled out of my eyes again, but not from shame. From the power of the release I now enjoyed.

When my climax subsided, I was untied and left alone to sleep. As I lay in the darkness I wondered to myself… if I had begged so, would they have gratified me on the very first night?

Author’s note: Rubber, indigenous to South America, was introduced in 1736 to Europe. In 1770, its first modern practical use (as an eraser) was demonstrated. That it could have been used in 1796 as coating for a dildo is speculative to the highest degree, but was fun for the purpose of this story.

Chapter 9 is coming soon!