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The O Girls, Part Two

  • Posted on February 28, 2018 at 8:07 am

By 1000 Monkeys

Twelve-year-old Beth sat cross-legged in white pajamas at the foot of her bed, stunned by what she’d been watching on the large flat-screen television across from her. It was early Saturday morning and she’d set her alarm to wake hours before her parents, eager to learn more about the secret club she’d been invited to join yesterday by Trisha, a popular girl in her sixth grade class. As the new kid in school, and eager to fit in with her small town peers, Beth had immediately accepted the offer and agreed to an initiation dare – without first knowing what it was.

In order to film herself acting out the dare, Beth had been given a small digital video camera with recorded instructions and proof that other girls in the club already had done the same thing. It was only this morning watching the first video that Beth finally learned what the club was all about and what she was expected to do. Little had she known yesterday what she was getting herself into!

It turned out ‘The O Girls’ was a preteen sex club, and the dare was to ‘show me your O’ – film yourself having an orgasm. So far, Beth had viewed only the first of the three proof videos where other club members performed their initiations. She’d watched spellbound as club leader Trisha, appearing about a year younger than she was now, undressed and masturbated to a graphic orgasm right in front of the camera. Not only had Trisha looked perfectly comfortable taping herself doing this, but she even seemed to relish the idea that others were going to be watching her come.

Beth, on the other hand, was feeling extremely nervous about the whole deal. Trisha’s video had been both mentally and physically stimulating in ways she’d never experienced, with her pubescent body’s rampaging hormones and a previously unrealized attraction towards girls fighting to overrule years of traditional upbringing. Although Beth had always considered herself completely straight, witnessing young Trisha’s self-confident sexual exhibition had given her a soaking wet crotch that said differently.

Her mind soon latched onto the idea that she really had no choice about joining, and she should just make the best of it. Trish warned me I couldn’t back out… and these girls are so damn sexy anyways… would it really hurt anyone to just give in and have a bit of fun?

Feeling more comfortable after rationalizing her ‘unavoidable’ situation, Beth reached out to start the next recording and found her hand trembling with excited energy. Taking a deep breath and attempting to steady herself, she selected the next file and pressed play.

When the picture flickered back on, Beth saw another girl’s bedroom, this one decorated with a white unicorn theme. It was daytime and the room was a mess – the bed was unmade, books and papers were piled haphazard on the dressers, and rumpled clothes were strewn on the floor.

Beth heard someone clear their throat off-screen just before a petite brunette with her hair tied back in a ponytail stepped into view. It was Johanna from her sixth grade class, one of the popular girls who always hung around with Trisha. She was rather pretty with a round, freckled face, large green eyes, prominent cheekbones, and a cute, slightly upturned nose. Although Johanna was short for her age, Beth thought she tended to carry herself with a slightly snobbish air of maturity, like she knew something you didn’t. She also tended to dress a bit scantily, often showing up to class in low-rise jeans and tank tops that revealed her bare midriff, much to the teacher’s consternation. On the recording she wore a plain yellow t-shirt and simple stretchy blue tights – not her usual type of clothes — but Beth figured she didn’t plan to stay in them for long.

“Hi,” said the brunette a little hoarsely, rocking on the balls of her feet. “Um, of course my name’s Johanna – I like Jo – and I’m eleven and three-quarters. I just finished fifth grade a coupl’a weeks ago, so I guess I can say I’m in sixth grade now. Um, well, I never thought about making something like this before, but after learning what the club’s all about and seeing those amazing hot videos… I think I’m in love!”

Johanna glanced around as if someone might be nearby, and stepped closer to the camera, her eyes sparkling as she whispered her next thoughts. “To tell you the truth, I just know I’ll fit right in ‘cuz I’m practically always horny. Like I usually can’t get through school without coming at least once, sometimes right in class. I’m always real careful, but I’ve almost been caught a few times. And now that it’s summer. I’m doin’ it like four or five times a day… I mean it feels so good, why wouldn’t you want to come all the time?”

Her face blushing red, Johanna giggled nervously. “You know, I’ve never actually said this kinda stuff out loud before. But it’s different now, since I know I’m not alone. You got no idea how excited I am to finally get to share all this with other girls just like me – it’s so fucking hot!”

Beth had to admit that it was comforting to know there were other girls her age just as horny or even hornier than she was, but just what was actually going on behind her during class? Maybe there were some added benefits to sitting in the last row.

Stepping back from the camera, Johanna reached under the bottom of her t-shirt and grabbed the hem. “So, um, I guess I should get undressed now,” she stated tentatively, standing motionless for a second before lifting her arms and pulling the shirt over her head. Underneath she wore a plain white training bra. But as she removed it. Beth saw that there really wasn’t much reason for one just yet – Jo’s breasts were barely little cones sticking out from her chest, topped with small brown nipples.

Looking down at her chest Johanna cupped the puffy little buds in her hands and squeezed, massaging the developing tissue. “I really hope these get bigger soon. My mom’s got huge floppy boobies, but my big sister is kinda flat and it really bugs her. I hope I take after my mom, ‘cuz huge tits would be so much fun… and I could finally show up sis.” Johanna pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her chest. “Grow, damn you!” she exclaimed with a laugh.

Johanna stuck out her still-clothed pelvis towards the camera and wiggled it side to side, causing her thin tights to cling suggestively to the folds and creases of her mound, flaunting the intimate shape of her sex. Beth remembered the boys at her old school calling that a ‘camel toe’ on more than one occasion, although she’d never checked to see what an actual camel’s toe looked like. Looking closer, Beth noticed a large wet patch staining the blue fabric bunched between Johanna’s legs – much like how Beth’s pajamas looked right now.

“Just look at what you sluts did to me,” said the girl. “My cunny’s totally drenched – and I’ve got panties on too!”

Johanna pulled the front of her stretchy tights and underwear out from her waist and picked up the camera to provide a better look. The prominent bulge of her pubic mound was porcelain white and covered in a sparse growth of cinnamon brown pubic hair. Her panties were damp and stuck to her vulva, and as Johanna wriggled them lower and moved the camera in closer Beth saw that her entire crotch area was dripping wet with gooey strings of arousal stretching between the red material and her delicate skin. A remarkable amount of thick white cream had collected in the gusset of her panties, enough that Beth could make out a clear impression of Johanna’s pussy embossed in the cream by a series of distinctive hills and lines. Beth had never seen anything like it, and wondered what Johanna’s mom thought when she picked up dripping wet underwear like that for the wash.

Looking at her own crotch, Beth saw that her leaking juices had turned the white pajama bottoms practically transparent in spots, the soggy cotton clinging to her swollen pussy lips and highlighting the dark line of her cleft. She reached down with a finger and gingerly touched the top of her slit, groaning involuntarily as her clit throbbed and a wave of tingling heat radiated throughout her body. Snatching the finger away Beth sat up straighter and cleared her throat, returning her attention to the screen.

After placing the camera back on the table, Johanna had finished removing her clothes and was now standing stark naked in the middle of the room, turning slowly while striking various sexy poses with her juvenile body. “Like what you see?” she asked confidently, evidently empowered by her nudity.

Beth knew that was a rhetorical question, because Johanna was one hot little minx. She was slender to the point of being skinny, with childish hips that were just beginning to widen past her narrow waist. She was obviously fit and athletic, with clearly defined muscles and a well-toned stomach. From the rear, Johanna’s gorgeous ass flared gracefully from her legs without the chubbiness of most girls her age, and as she showed off her trim figure Beth noticed that her buttocks barely touched – each cheek jut out like a perfect round handful, separated by a valley of ass crack that did nothing to hide the dark bulls-eye of her puckered anus or the vertical gash of her pussy when she was standing.

Finished with her impromptu modeling session, Johanna walked back to the camera and let it focus on her groin. Her vulva, like the rest of her, was small and tidy – just a deep vertical slit nestled between two pudgy folds with no sign of a protruding clit hood or inner labia. The skin of her hairless outer labia was tinted a darker color than the rest of her groin, and textured with fine parallel lines radiating outwards from her cleft. She was clearly highly aroused – the bottom half of her pussy was caked with milky juices that had been smeared over it by her panties.

Johanna reached down with a finger and ran it along the crack between her legs, collecting a glob of cream on her fingertip. Holding it up to the camera, she commented, “See? All ready to go. I get so wet when I’m horny… and you girls have made me really fucking horny!” Hesitating for a moment at what to do with her wet finger, she unceremoniously wiped it off on her stomach.

“You know, I’ve never shown anyone how I come before… so you get to be the first!”

Johanna opened a drawer below the camera and rummaged around until finding something and holding it up. It was a large yellow highlighter, longer and thicker than a normal pen or marker, with a smooth rounded cap on one end. “Fingers are nice, but something like this takes it to a whole different level. I heard my sis say her electric toothbrush feels amazing, but mom still hasn’t got me one, so this’ll have to do.”

Johanna picked up the camera and walked it across the room, causing the picture to swing wildly – door, window, wall, desk, floor – until there was a thumping noise and the image steadied, aiming upwards at the ceiling. She stood over the lens and looked down with her naked body foreshortened from the extreme angle, then raised one leg up behind the field of view and straddled the camera.

From this perspective, a close-up of the little girl’s cream-smeared pussy filled the right half of the television, her head smaller and more distant on the left. As she crouched slightly, Johanna’s outer labia stretched apart into two graceful swells, divided by the large crest of her previously hidden clit hood. The moist skin inside her spread cleft was a soft pink color and shiny smooth, the small dangling lips of her darker inner labia forming twin ridges that grew from beneath her hood before tapering off around the teardrop-shaped entrance of her immature vagina.

Still looking into the camera, Johanna grinned and brought the chunky yellow highlighter back into view. She slid it along her crack, coating it with the milky lubrication that oozed constantly from her excited sex. She massaged her rubbery clit hood with the cap, bending the hump of wrinkled skin back and forth and making her stubby little labia wiggle. After barely a minute of clit play she unexpectedly slid the highlighter lower, pressed the curved end against the impossibly small mouth of her vagina, and in one quick motion forced it all the way inside her cunt until only an inch protruded.

Johanna gasped and jerked sharply from the sudden penetration. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, that’s good,” she whispered breathily. Beth was floored – she wasn’t a virgin!

With her other hand Johanna reached down and pulled on the skin of her clit hood, popping out the sensitive glans of her hard clitoris. It was vibrant pink and surprisingly large, round and pointed in shape with a split bottom where it joined with her labia. She placed fingers on either side of her clit and began rubbing in small circles, with her other hand gripping the protruding highlighter and working it slowly in and out of her pussy.

“Oh god… this feels so good,” hissed Johanna as she fucked herself with the highlighter. The elastic flesh of her tight hole made quiet slurping sounds as it gripped the plastic shaft, sucking in and pulling out with each deep stroke.

She continued narrating to the camera between labored breaths. “Oh god, I, um… popped my cherry with this last winter… and it hurt really bad, but I’m glad I did… ‘cuz there’s nothing like the way this feels in me…”

As Johanna continued thrusting the highlighter in her cunt it became drenched with sticky sexual runoff, ripples of cream building up on the exposed end of the makeshift dildo and running over her fingers. A frothy white ridge formed around her canal from the friction of plastic against flesh. A few times she pulled the highlighter out completely and smeared her juices around before plunging it back in, but when she pulled it out for the fourth time Johanna simultaneously gave her clit a fierce twist.

She shrieked loudly then groaned “Oh fuck!” as her vaginal muscles clenched violently and her cunt belched a load of cream from deep within.

Beth watched the screen in amazement as the glob of cream grew larger in the mouth of Johanna’s well-fucked hole, the whiteness of it a stark contrast to her dark pink insides. Suddenly it fell free and landed in the corner of the lens with an audible plop. With most of her view of Johanna’s pussy now obstructed, Beth heard Johanna moan in ecstasy as she gave her clit another hard twist. There was a soft farting noise and unexpectedly a thick white spray splattered against the lens and completely blocked out the picture. Oh my god, thought Beth, she just soaked the camera with pussy juice!

Although Beth could no longer see anything, she heard Johanna quickly exclaim, “Oh shit, damn it all!”

There were some thumping noises as dark blurry shadows moved across the screen, and then something large and pink pressed against the lens. Beth realized that Johanna was licking the camera, but after a few swipes the image was still murky so she disappeared and came back with a cloth.

Clarity restored, she picked up the camera and whispered, “There, all better… I guess I really am worked up, ‘cuz that doesn’t usually happen. But now I’m so horny I gotta come twice as bad!”

Placing the camera on a pile of clothes on the wooden floor, Johanna got down on her hands and knees in a doggy position with her butt aimed towards the lens. She looked back at the camera and adjusted the angle of her ass, then reached around and groped at the tantalizing groove between her buttocks, stretching the creased reddish skin of her tight asshole until a flash of bright pink could be seen. Running her fingers along the tightly pressed slit of her sex she scooped up an ample supply of pussy cream and began rubbing it over her anus, coating it thoroughly with slick lubrication. Finally she placed the tip of her index finger against her sphincter and, moaning softly, flexed open the ring of muscle and allowed her finger to sink past the second knuckle.

“Oh my god, yeah… there’s just something about my ass that makes me come so much harder,” mumbled Johanna, barely audible since she was facing away from the microphone.

Breathing deeply for a few seconds, she withdrew the finger, her hand disappearing and returning a moment later holding the familiar yellow highlighter. Without pause she pressed the curved end against her well-lubricated back door, wiggled it around, and slowly slid about three-quarters of the shaft into her bowels. When she released her grip it stayed wedged in place all by itself.

Changing her position, Johanna lowered her head and chest to the floor and spread her knees further apart so that her ass pointed upwards and her creamy little cunt gaped open obscenely towards the camera. A hand appeared between her legs and began rubbing on and around her engorged clit, fingers occasionally dipping in her pussy to gather more slick cream.

As her efforts become more frantic, Johanna began groaning and making little hunching motions with her hips, her aroused sex becoming so wet that a constant stream of milky pussy juice dripped off her labia and fingers, the droplets eventually merging into a sizable puddle on the floor. The firm pressure of her palm forced the soft flesh of her vulva back and forth in rhythmic strokes, alternating between bunching her dangling labia and opening her hole on the downstroke, to stretching her lips tight and exposing the pinhole of her urethra on the upstroke.

Abruptly Johanna forced three fingers deep in her cunt and wiggled them madly like she was trying to dig something out. She whimpered, crying, “Oh god, oh god,” over and over again, her pussy making slurping sounds as she tugged it relentlessly against her pubic bone. All at once she yanked the fingers out and spread her knees even further apart, panting loudly and rubbing furiously at her bloated clit as she lowered her quivering butt towards the camera. Johanna’s other hand appeared from the side, found the protruding end of the highlighter, and in one brutal shove pushed its entire length deep in her ass until even her fingers were buried inside.

“Holy fuck, ahhhhhhh, shit!!” Johanna screamed at the sudden anal invasion, her young body quaking as the overwhelming sensations pushed her over the brink into an immediate and massive orgasm.

Beth stared wide-eyed at the screen as Johanna’s gaping vulva twitched and dilated, a glob of white cream appearing briefly in her cunt before splattering to the floor. She cried out between gasping lungfuls of air from the pleasure, the muscles around her gleaming sex rippling in rapid pulses as she thrust her pelvis downward in a humping motion against nothing. The first half dozen gut-wrenching contractions forced trickles of creamy liquid to leak from her churning hole, followed by a sudden burst of something clear and slimy that dripped and flowed in long gooey strands from her peehole into the growing pool of pussy juice between her calves.

Completely mesmerized by Johanna’s wet climax, Beth’s whole body tingled sympathetically as she witnessed someone her own age in the erotic throes of such an intense sexual release. How she wished she could be there with Johanna, to see something like that firsthand. A sudden lustful thought popped into her head – What would it feel like to have her come like that on my face?

When it was finally over, Johanna groaned and collapsed on her stomach, her legs splayed and her back heaving as she caught her breath. The hand that held the highlighter deep in her ass pulled away and fell to her side, the highlighter remaining hidden for a few moments until the florescent yellow end suddenly poked from her anus. Bit by bit her bowels forced out the unwelcome intruder, the highlighter growing longer and sticking up between the hills of her buttocks until it dropped to the floor with a clattering sound. Johanna’s entire body shuddered and a single pressurized squirt of something jetted from her inflamed pussy and splashed against the highlighter.

Shaking, Johanna lifted herself on her hands and knees and turned around to face the camera. She silently observed the puddles of her sexual discharge spreading across the wooden floor, bent her head down and, while looking seductively into the camera with hooded eyes, puckered her lips and slurped the largest pool of liquid into her mouth. When the pool was gone, she crawled over to the camera and opened her mouth to show the slimy white fluid coating her tongue before swallowing noisily.

Sitting upright, Johanna aimed the camera at her face. She was smiling, lips pressed tight and twitching in obvious exhilaration. Her entire face was flushed red in sexual excitement, fine droplets of sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip.

“Oh wow,” the girl said a bit shakily, “that was a big one – it just kept on going. I feel so fuckin’ amazing right now, I wish I could do it like that every time for the rest of my life!” She giggled and put the camera down on the table.

“God, I feel so nasty eating my cum like that… but I would never have dared if I hadn’t seen Trish do it first.” She licked her lips and chuckled again in smug satisfaction. “But you know what, I’m glad I did ‘cuz I taste totally delicious!”

With a contented sigh she bent over and picked up the yellow highlighter from the floor. “If you ever need a secret toy, this thing’s perfect. It’s just the right size for both holes and there’s no clip so it’s all smooth and you can go as fast as you want. My mom has no idea it can be used for something besides highlighting… but it absolutely reeks of my cunny so I hope she never asks to borrow it!” Johanna laughed and stuck the highlighter in her mouth, drawing it out slowly between pressed lips. Beth was shocked – didn’t she remember she’d had it in her ass?

“I think next time I wanna try my sis’s toothbrush. I’m sure she won’t mind if I get it a little wet…” Johanna snickered absentmindedly looking around her room as the afterglow of her orgasm faded away. “You know, I was supposed to be cleaning up while everyone was out… so I think I’m gonna actually have to get some of it done before they get home. Bye-bye, you sexy sluts… I hope you enjoyed watching ‘cuz I sure enjoyed doing!”

She blew a kiss at the camera and the picture went black.

Blinking back to the reality of her own bedroom, Beth realized that she had been so engrossed in Johanna’s shameless exhibition that she hadn’t even noticed her own left hand was pressed hard against her soaking wet crotch. Glancing down she saw that she’d wedged the fabric of her pajama bottoms deep in her pussy crack, her fingers almost disappearing between the puffy folds.

Removing the pressure she felt a stream of hot liquid dribble down her ass and quickly uncrossed her legs, scooting backwards and finding a sizable dark spot growing on the sheets where she’d been sitting. Beth was surprised at just how much juice there was – she’d definitely never been this wet before. Then again, she’d never been this horny before either.

Suddenly remembering something, Beth picked up the camera and brought it close to her face, looking carefully at the lens as if there might still be some trace of Johanna’s thick cream on it, even sniffing to see if there was a lingering odor. She’d never realized that girls could get as amazingly wet as Johanna had, or even Trisha from the first video, but looking at the puddle forming under her own ass she was beginning to wonder what her body was capable of with the right stimulation.

What was it with the girls who live around here, were they all sex-crazed nymphos? Beth certainly hadn’t even heard rumors of anything like this going on at her old school, and would have been shocked had any of her girlfriends been so outwardly sexual. But these girls were hot. Fucking hot. Beth was slightly less uncomfortable now swearing to herself after listening to Johanna’s crude language.

Chuckling and rubbing her pussy, she mused, maybe sleepy small town life won’t be so boring after all!

The End

Editor’s Note: Sadly, no more of this story was ever published at Leslita, so we’ll just have to guess what the third video showed and what young Beth did for her initiation.

Babysitting Laura, Chapter 1

  • Posted on February 26, 2018 at 7:06 am

By Jessica Brockham

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

My name is Naomi, I’m a 21 year old bisexual female with a definite leaning towards other girls. I moved into a small semi-detached cottage at the beginning of this year. A few months after I settled in, a thirtyish divorcee named Sandra moved in next door with her daughter Laura. She’d been given a larger house as part of the divorce settlement from an abusive husband, but decided to get as far away from him and the town she lived in as possible. So Sandra sold the house and bought the cottage next door to mine.

We first got to know one another over the garden fence in the spring, and found that we shared certain tastes in books, films and a love of swimming, and quickly became firm friends. Living, as we did, in a pair of isolated cottages in the country, we also shared a taste for sunbathing topless in our gardens, or, in my case, sometimes naked.

We admired each other’s bodies from afar and, while sharing the occasional bottle of wine, I learned that Sandra had a thing for younger girls, despite having been married, and repressed those feelings during her marriage. But other than a few kisses at parties and the like, she’d never followed up on her feelings and explored love with another woman. This gave me some hope of a long lasting and fruitful friendship, with some sexual encounters thrown in! Little did I know then that Sandra was soon to fall madly in love with a woman from the nearby town, and embark on her first full-blown lesbian liaison.

Having an eleven-year-old daughter restricted Sandra’s social life, so she didn’t do much dating, really… until one day when we were talking she confessed to having met this other woman (let’s call her Zoe) at a family party recently and had become smitten with her. Understanding her concern for Laura, I offered to babysit for her whenever she wanted to go out, and she readily accepted.

Now, Laura and I got on very well together, and I think she looked upon me as a sort of older sister. We had all been swimming together several times and, apart from the sunbathing in our gardens (always in a bikini when Laura was home), had seen quite a lot of each other physically, and I had been struck by Laura’s pert little bottom and her budding tits more than once. I also remembered the way her bikini bottoms clung to her little cunt when they were wet; giving a view of her delicious looking pudenda. I must admit to having had several lovely orgasms thinking about both Laura and her mum.

The time came when Sandra asked if I would sit with Laura while she went to meet Zoe for the first time on the coming Friday evening, and of course I agreed.

Friday arrived and Sandra fetched Laura from school as usual, before explaining to her that she was going to “meet a friend” that evening, and that Naomi would be looking after her because she may well be late home. I think the prospect of spending the evening with her grownup friend excited Laura and she just accepted that her mum was going out. She said that she has various board games we could play, but that her mum had agreed to her staying up until 10 pm to watch a programme on television that appealed to her, and I was quite looking forward to spending the evening with her.

Sandra was ready by 6.30 pm, having arranged to meet Zoe at 7 pm, and she looked stunning! Wearing a pale green blouse, which revealed her cleavage, bra, and a denim mini-skirt with dark green high heels, which showed off her long legs, I began to be envious of Zoe and their evening together.

Sandra explained that there was a pasta meal already prepared for us, and a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge; with last minute instructions about Laura’s bed time, she left for her date.

As it was still summer and a very warm evening, I had put on a tight tank top and my pink shorts so that I was comfortable, and Laura and me settled down to play various games after eating our tea and clearing away.

At about 8.30 pm, Laura announced that she was going to shower and get ready for bed before her programme started, and I got up to pour my second glass of wine before settling down on the settee with my legs tucked under me.

Having showered and brushed her hair, Laura returned to the sitting room, and promptly lay down on the floor in front of the television, wearing a white cotton nightie and kicking her legs up and down, as young girls tend to do. Shuffling herself around to get comfortable before her programme began caused her nightie to ride a little way up her legs and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Looking at her lying right in front of me, caused my tummy to tremble slightly and my nipples to start swelling. Determined to enjoy this lovely sight while I could, I moved along the settee until I was directly behind her, gazing at her shapely coltish legs.

Laura became engrossed in her programme and stopped swinging her legs up and down, but occasionally shuffling about, which caused her nightie to ride ever higher, until I could see the swell of her bum and her delicious looking cunt lips as she opened her legs slightly. My mouth went dry and I took a large gulp of wine, my eyes never leaving the sight of her puffy lips and that lovely slit, which I found so very tempting.

My God, I thought, I’m actually fantasizing about an eleven-year-old girl here!

I saw myself laying down beside her and caressing the firm round cheeks of her bum, before stroking her cunt and slipping my finger into her while we kissed. Of course, that didn’t happen but it fuelled my daydream and made my knickers damp at the thought of what it would be like to taste her.

Idly teasing my nipples while keeping my eyes firmly fixed on Laura’s charms, I found myself getting ever deeper in my fantasy, until I saw us in bed together making love, with Laura’s delicious cunt pressed against my mouth as she sat on my face, and my tongue snaking into her young vagina.

It wasn’t long before I had to go to the bathroom and relieve my growing tension, wishing I had brought my vibrator along with me. Entering the bathroom and locking the door, I pushed my shorts and knickers down to my ankles and sat on the floor, leaning against the bath as I brought myself to a wonderful orgasm. My lips were swollen, my clit was very erect and it wasn’t long before I had a second orgasm imagining Laura catching me and asking what I was doing, then showing her.

Having washed away my guilty feelings with my juices, I returned to the sitting room and sat down again, my eyes once more drawn to Laura’s sex. She had now opened her legs quite a bit, and her lips were just parting to reveal her lovely pink pussy, which didn’t do my heart (nor mind) any good at all, especially when I thought about Sandra and what her and Zoe might be up to that very minute.

Anyway, her programme came to an end and I told her it was bed-time, saying I would be along in a few minutes to tuck her in, which made her smile and say “Okay, Naomi,” prompting a giggle from her before she went upstairs.

I immediately got up and sneakily watched her climb the stairs, seeing again her lovely bum and the lips of her cunt, and daydreaming about what she would taste like.

I went up to her after five minutes and sat on her bed, tucking the covers round her; I leant over to kiss her goodnight and she wrapped her arms round my neck as our lips touched. Intending this to only be a friendly kiss, I was very surprised when she clung to me and I was aware of my tongue brushing across her lips, and felt her tongue snake over mine. Oh God, did I want this girl! With that, we were engaged in a partial French kiss and I let my hand wander over her shoulder and round her side, my thumb gently rubbing her tiny nipple.

Not quite knowing what sort of reaction I would get from Laura, I immediately took my hand away, smiled and said goodnight; looking back as I got to her bedroom door, I saw her smiling, almost as if she wished we had gone further. I know that was what I certainly wished for! Instead I went back downstairs to the sitting room where, having given her about twenty minutes to fall asleep, I lay back on the settee with a towel beneath me and pushed my shorts and knickers down to my ankles and gave myself a most glorious orgasm, dreaming about licking her lovely young cunt.

This sort of set the pattern for future baby-sitting sessions over the next few weeks, except that I kept my hands and thoughts to myself and was content to look at her gorgeous body whenever the opportunity arose, which was quite often, as Laura always came downstairs wearing her nightie, and without knickers, and usually sat in some provocative pose that left nothing to my imagination, as I was able to see her puffy lips and lovely slit, which seemed to beckon my tongue!

I often took my vibrator after that first time and pleasured my swollen lips and clit with it after I felt she was asleep. Until, that is, she came down one night to get a drink of water and caught me jilling on the settee, this time naked, and with my dildo inside my sopping wet cunt, and on the verge of coming!

My orgasm rolled over me… legs trembling, heart thudding, breathing as if I had just run a marathon, my nipples and clit both swollen and my juices freely flowing over my dildo and hand. God, did I need that! Which is what was running through my mind as I calmed down from that glorious high and opened my eyes as I slid my dildo out of my cunt and over my hard clit. As I sat up and pulled the towel between my legs, I looked up to see Laura standing in the doorway with her hand stroking her little cunt.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “Laura, how long have you been there?”

She shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and said, “Only a few minutes Naomi; I couldn’t stop watching you.”

Feeling totally embarrassed that she had witnessed my orgasm, I said “I am so sorry, Laura, I thought you were fast asleep,” and started to pull on my top.

“It’s okay, Naomi — I’ve seen Mummy do it too,” she said, “and I’ve seen her in the nude before. Her breasts are bigger than yours, though.”

Having just got my top on, I exclaimed, “Heavens, Laura! Does your mum know that you’ve watched her?”

She shrugged again and said, “No, I keep very quiet and do it in secret.”

By this time, she had stopped stroking herself and was swinging the hem of her nightie to and fro, giving me tantalizing glimpses of her lovely cunt, and said “It makes my tummy tingle when I watch her.”

Although I felt embarrassed that Laura had watched me come, I was also very excited and pleased that she had seen me naked.

“I think I had better go to the bathroom and get dressed, sweetheart,” I said and stood up, the towel falling to the floor and conscious of her eyes on me as I went upstairs to the bathroom.

Laura got her drink and went back to bed while I cleaned myself up and slipped into my shorts, leaving my knickers off and rolling them up in the towel before putting them in my handbag. Feeling a bit calmer, I went into Laura’s room to make sure she had settled down again, and asked her not to say anything to her mum about seeing me naked on the settee, and she agreed.

She then asked me why it made her tummy tingle when she watched her mum, or why the same thing happened just now when she saw me naked. I told her that maybe it was the unexpected thrill of seeing us both at different times without any clothes on, and that it was quite natural.

“Do you rub yourself down there?” I asked.

She replied, “Sometimes, and that makes my tummy tingle a bit as well.”

I thought, God… how can I continue resisting this adorable child, and for how long?

Answering my own question, I said, “If I show you something Laura, you must promise me not to tell your mummy that I showed you, or how it made you feel. Promise?”

She nodded her head and whispered, “I promise, Naomi.”

So, giving in to the temptation that I had felt for so long now, I got her to sit on top of the covers and told her to open her legs really wide. Being so young and flexible, she gave me the best view yet of her lovely little cunt. As she opened her legs, her lips parted, and I could see a hint of the warm pink flesh inside.

Telling her to watch, I gently parted her lips at the top of her slit. “When you get a bit older, this little button here is called your clitoris. It will feel wonderful when you rub it.”

With that, I wet my fingers and shivered with ecstasy as I slowly rubbed them over her clit, which despite her being only eleven years old, started to swell slightly.

She gasped as I touched her and said, “Wow Naomi, that feels really tingly!”

I went on to explain that some boys, and even some girls, liked to lick it gently and that gave the best feeling ever, and she said, “Show me, please.”

Having long dreamed about licking her lovely little cunt, and still feeling very horny after knowing that she watched me orgasm, this was an invitation I just couldn’t refuse!

Telling her to lay with her legs over the side of the bed, I knelt down before her. I felt as if I was worshipping at some forbidden shrine, which I suppose I was in a way, and my cunt was again getting very wet; my nipples were taut against my top and every time they brushed something I shivered with delight. She pulled her nightie right up to her chin and I gazed at her budding tits and leant over to kiss them, sucking lightly and feeling her tiny nipples start to stiffen between my lips.

She sighed, “That feels nice, Naomi.”

I told her that it should, then kissed her moist little cunt; covering it in tiny kisses and licks with the tip of my tongue, before taking each of her lips in turn and sucking them into my mouth. I wasn’t aware of her making any sounds as I was so absorbed in pleasing myself with her young body, as my tongue found her clit and started flicking across and up and down it.

Laura was soon starting to breathe quite deeply and I knew she was getting close to her first orgasm, as I could see her tummy trembling as I licked her, then I gently pushed my tongue into her tight, and now wet, vagina. Oh, fuck! She tasted better than I had ever imagined; sweeter, with a slightly salty sharpness that made me almost orgasm myself.

I tongue fucked her until I was sure she was almost at the point of no return, then licked her tight little rosebud before sucking her swollen little clit between my lips, at which point she trembled and sighed saying, “Ooh, ooh, that’s nice,” as she pushed her cunt hard on my mouth. Her juices flowed and I lapped them up like a faithful kitten, relishing the taste of her and feeling so very pleased that I had given her her first orgasm.

As I licked her clean, I slipped my hand into my shorts, then stood up and took them off before straddling her gorgeous body and asked her to watch while I made myself come. I wet my fingers with my juices and rubbed my erect clit until the honey flowed over my hand and down my thighs, causing me to shudder and my legs to weaken until I collapsed beside her on the bed, licking my sticky fingers.

“Can I taste it too, Naomi?” she asked, and I thrust a finger into my wet cunt before offering it to her. She licked tentatively at first then, deciding she liked it, licked my finger clean.

Laura just looked at me with a huge grin on her face and said, “Gosh Naomi, that felt and tasted wonderful. Thank you, thank you!” as she rolled on top of me and kissed me.

My hands went down to cover her gorgeous little bum and I pulled her close, saying, “It was wonderful for me as well sweetheart, and I’m so glad that you enjoyed it, and that you watched me have an orgasm as well.”

I was stroking her firm, round bum as she said, “I loved watching you as well, Naomi,” grinning from ear to ear. “I hope we can do it again… and I promise not to say anything to Mummy.”

Continue on to Chapter 2

Piper’s Mom, Chapter 14

  • Posted on February 24, 2018 at 7:03 am

By Amanda Lynn

SIX WEEKS LATER

Neve turned off Main Street and onto Acadia Court. Tall maple trees lined the streets, and the lawns were large and well manicured. The single dwelling homes were elegant and recently built, with each showing pride of ownership.

Stephanie felt confused as to why Neve had been so insistent when she dropped Brooke off to spend the day with Piper that the two of them go for a drive together. She had agreed willingly, though, as it meant some alone time with her sister, her lover.

“Where are we going?” Stephanie asked for the second time since leaving her apartment with Neve only a short time ago.

“Patience, my love. You’ll see soon,” Neve said, putting a hand on Stephanie’s bare leg and pushing it up to just under the hem of her skirt.

Stephanie put her hand on Neve’s, staying her progress. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” she warned with a smile.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you stop this car and rape you right here,” Stephanie said, squeezing Neve’s hand.

Neve laughed. “That I would love to see,” she said, only half joking, as she winked at her sister. Neve pulled her hand away from Stephanie’s leg and turned the car onto a driveway at the bottom of the cul-de-sac.

Stephanie looked through the windshield at the large, two-car garage in front of them. To the left sat a gorgeous, single-level house. A flagstone walkway led past colorful flowerbeds and up to granite steps ending at an elegant oak door. The flowerbeds continued from the other side of the steps along the front of the house.

“What a beautiful home,” Stephanie said in awe. “Who lives here?”

Neve just smiled. “Come on,” she said as she exited the car.

Slowly, Stephanie emerged from the car, taking in the beauty of the property.

Neve took her hand and led her up the walkway to the front door. To Stephanie’s surprise, her sister found a key on her keychain and unlocked the house. Neve stepped inside, pulling Stephanie along with her.

Stephanie found herself inside a large, empty room with a vaulted ceiling. Centered on the wall to her left sat a brick fireplace, flanked on each side by large windows. Straight ahead and beyond this room was an equally large open-concept kitchen and dining room. Even though it was devoid of furnishings, the space oozed of luxury.

“What do you think so far?” Neve asked, squeezing Stephanie’s hand.

“I love it. But whose is it?”

Again, Neve ignored the question and pulled Stephanie through the dining room to a short hall that ran perpendicular to the dining room. Directly in front of them was a full bath finished with beautiful tiles and fixtures. Neve turned left down the hall into another large room.

“This is one bedroom, and there’s an identical one at the other end of the hall,” Neve said.

“Is this the master bedroom?”

“Heavens, no. This way,” Neve answered with a tilt of her head, pulling Stephanie back through the dining room and stopping in the kitchen beside a large island with a breakfast bar.

“All granite countertops and brand-new stainless-steel appliances,” Neve explained as Stephanie took in the beautifully designed kitchen. The large skylight flooded the space with diffused sunlight. She could see herself spending hours in here cooking for her and Piper.

“Come on. There’s still more,” Neve said excitedly, and steered Stephanie down another short hall.

“To your right,” Neve said pushing open a door, “is a spacious laundry room.” Pointing to the next door on the right, she said, “that door leads out into the garage.”

“And this, sweetheart,” Neve continued, moving them into the room on the left side of the hall, “is the master bedroom.”

Stephanie was speechless. The room was huge, and it too had a vaulted ceiling. Two large windows looked out onto a fenced-in backyard. As she looked around the room, she realized there were no closets. There was one other door, and from where she stood, it appeared to be an en-suite.

“Umm. Where do you hang your clothes?”

“Through there,” Neve pointed at the en-suite, smiling.

Stephanie was just as impressed with this room as she was with others as she entered. It was spacious and luxurious. Looking around, she found another door leading into a different room.

Entering, motion sensors turned on the lights, and Stephanie saw, to her amazement, a walk-in closet with a dressing table that could comfortably seat two. There were plenty of drawers and shelves for shoes and ample space to hang clothes. She sat at the dressing table and took it all in… imagining what it would be like to live in such a place, a mansion compared to her cozy little apartment.

Neve entered the room a minute later and sat beside her on the bench. She threaded an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

“So? What do you think?” Neve asked, still smiling.

“It’s freaking awesome,” Stephanie said. “But you still haven’t told me whose it is or why we’re here.”

“It’s ours,” Neve said, a broad smile on her face.

Stephanie blinked and looked at her like she had just grown a second head. Ours, what does she mean “ours”?

Neve saw the confused look on her sister’s face and chuckled. “Well, technically, it’s my house. I bought it last week. Closing date was yesterday,” Neve explained. “But I want it to be our home. I would like very much if you, me, Brooke, and Piper could live together and be a family.”

Shock was an understatement. Stephanie was blown away by what her sister was proposing. The idea of living here, in this house, her and Piper, with her sister and Brooke, was like a fairy tale coming true. She loved her sister, and she wanted to say ‘Yes’. To wake up beside Neve every morning, god, how that excited her. But she didn’t know how much longer she would have a job, if she might have to move to another town or not. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, depend on her sister to support her and Piper.

“Oh, Neve,” she said wiping tears from her face. “I wish you’d asked me before you bought this beautiful home.”

Neve pulled her into a hug. “But why, sweetheart? Don’t you like this house?”

“I do, but it’s not that,” she sniffed. “Gary sold the diner. He said he couldn’t tell me to whom until the deal was final, so I don’t know if I’ll still have a job.”

Neve chuckled, “I know. I told him not to tell you.”

Stephanie pulled away, more confused than ever. “What do you mean?”

Neve reached past her and pulled open a drawer of the dressing table, then withdrew a manila envelope. Apparently, she had planned on maneuvering me in here to lay all this on me, Stephanie thought. Neve handed her the envelope.

“What’s this?” Stephanie asked, opening it.

“That is the deed to Ruby’s Diner,” Neve said, smiling brightly.

“You bought the diner?”

“Sort of. According to the deed, we bought the diner. Half of it is yours now.”

Stephanie looked down at the document, and sure enough, she saw her name, along with Neve’s. She couldn’t believe this. Neve bought her half the diner? As much as she loved her for her generosity, she couldn’t let her do that.

“Neve, no. I can’t possibly accept this. It’s too much.”

Neve chuckled again, “You’re right. It’s not free.” She paused for a moment. “Here’s the deal. You run the diner with respect to serving the customers, hiring and firing of staff, making the menu, that sort of stuff, and I’ll take care of the payroll, paying the bills, and the rest of the logistics.”

Stephanie was feeling very excited at the prospect. “Okay, I can do that. But I  still can’t take ownership of half the diner for nothing.”

“I figured you’d say that, so I’ll take a little off your share of the profits every month as recompense until we’re even. Okay?”

Stephanie sat quietly. Not believing what she was hearing. This really was a fairy tale, and she kept waiting to wake up.

“Neve, I don’t know what to say,” Stephanie said, as she shed tears of joy.

“You don’t need to say anything, other than yes to moving in here and accepting your half of the diner.” Neve brushed the tears from her sister’s cheeks.

“What about your job? You’ll be farther from your office.”

Neve smiled and took Stephanie’s hand. “Eighty percent of my job is done from home anyway. I only go into the office once or twice a week for an hour or so. The rest of the time I’m on the road, so moving to a different town is irrelevant,” Neve explained, then kissed Stephanie on the cheek. “And, before you ask, yes, I can handle the extra workload.”

Stephanie pulled her sister into a tight embrace and just held her, thinking about everything that Neve had done, this beautiful house, buying the diner. The only thing that could make this better was if Neve were to propose to her.

She was just being silly of course. There probably wasn’t a country in the world that would allow siblings to marry. But it was a nice thought just the same. She rubbed her sister’s back, then moved to capture Neve’s mouth with hers. Stephanie kissed her deeply for several moments.

“Can I take that as a “Yes” then?” Neve asked, when they broke the kiss.

Stephanie nodded, smiling and giggling as she wiped away fresh tears.

“Good. I’m glad,” Neve said, wiping away her own tears. “Now, I think this calls for a celebratory drink.” And with that, she took Stephanie’s hand and walked with her back to the kitchen.

Neve opened a cupboard, and Stephanie saw two small wine glasses and nothing else inside. Neve took the glasses and set them on the scrumptious countertop. When Neve opened the fridge, it too was empty, except for a small bottle of champagne.

“I’m going to love cooking in this kitchen,” Stephanie said, as Neve poured some of the bubbling liquid into the glasses.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Neve handed her a glass.

Stephanie nodded and took the glass.

“To new beginnings,” Neve toasted, and they clinked their glasses together.

“New beginnings,” Stephanie repeated and took a swallow. She wandered into the dining room and over to the sliding glass patio doors. Looking out, she saw a spacious patio with a gazebo and big in-ground pool. Stephanie noted that the fence that encompassed the large backyard obscured the view of the neighbors. So, if they were to have some naughty fun outside, no one would know.

Stephanie felt Neve’s arms wrap around her waist and a soft kiss on her neck. She sighed contently and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and closeness of her sister’s embrace. “I love you, Neve,” she whispered.

“And I you.”

They stood there in silence for several moments, gently swaying back and forth, enjoying each other.

“Do you think we could get a dog?” Stephanie asked softly.

“A dog? Yeah, I guess so,” Neve chuckled, a bit surprised by the question.

“Piper would like one. We couldn’t have one in the apartment.”

“I think Brooke would like that too,” Neve said, giving Stephanie a squeeze.

Stephanie released herself from Neve and led her back to the kitchen. Putting her glass on the counter by the one Neve had put down earlier, she turned and brought her mouth to Neve’s. She brushed her lips against her sister’s and nipped at her lower lip. Stephanie maneuvered her backward until the island stopped her.

Kissing Neve’s neck, Stephanie unfastened her sister’s slacks and pulled down the zipper. With a fluid motion, she pushed her hand inside and cupped Neve’s sex. Neve moaned, looking wide-eyed at Stephanie.

“What are you doing?” Neve said, huskily.

“Christening my kitchen,” Stephanie said, with a grin.

“I see…”

Stephanie silenced Neve’s words as she captured her lips in a kiss. Her tongue pushed past, making sweeping and swirling motions. Stephanie’s hand moved inside Neve’s pants, caressing and probing, teasing her.

Stephanie withdrew her hand and broke the kiss.

Neve whined in protest.

Taking a step back, Stephanie turned her sister around to face the island. Stephanie leaned her body against Neve, squeezing the cheeks of her ass as she placed wet kisses on her neck.

Moving her hands up to Neve’s waistband, Stephanie slipped both hands inside her slacks and pushed them and her panties down to the floor. Stephanie knelt, pulled off Neve’s shoes, then helped her step out of the clothes that had pooled at her feet. Standing, she leaned against Neve again and wrapped her arms around, gripped her sister’s breasts, fondling them. Stephanie played with them through the silk blouse while nibbling on Neve’s ear.

“Steph,” Neve whispered, with a moan.

“Bend over, lean on the counter,” Stephanie instructed, as she moved her hands to Neve’s shoulders and gently pushed her down. Neve obeyed and lay her upper body across the smooth granite of the island’s countertop.

“Good girl,” Stephanie said, standing to Neve’s side and placing a hand on a fleshy globe. “Spread your legs.”

Neve complied, trying to look back at her sister.

“Such a cute ass,” Stephanie said, rubbing the soft skin of each round globe. Without warning, she gave each one a quick, playful slap.

Neve winced and yelped. “Ow! Steph!” she whimpered.

“Poor baby,” Stephanie cooed. “Let me kiss it better.”

She bent over to softly kiss each red handprint, flicking her tongue across the skin.

“Better?” Stephanie asked, standing.

“Uh-huh,” Neve replied.

Putting her hand back on Neve’s butt, Stephanie pushed it into the cleft and found her sister’s anus with a fingertip. She teased it with her index finger, rubbing circles and pushing against the tight muscle.

Moving her hand down a bit further, she discovered the already wet entrance of Neve’s pussy. As with her anus, Stephanie played at the edge, circling it, listening to the increase in the rhythm of Neve’s breathing.

Her sister’s hips moved slightly, and she breathed a soft moan. Stephanie dipped a finger in slowly, feeling the smoothness and wet heat of her walls. She pushed the finger deeper and held it there.

Neve twitched, pushing back onto the penetrating digit. She twisted to look back at her sister. “Damn, Steph. That feels good.”

Stephanie giggled. “Glad you’re enjoying it.” She pulled her finger from the slippery pussy, then pushed back in with two. Sliding and twisting her fingers slowly, she reached around with her other hand and teased her sister’s clit.

Neve whimpered softly as Stephanie stimulated her sex, gradually increasing the tempo of her thrusts and strokes. Stephanie could feel Neve’s body shudder each time she brushed a finger over her swollen clit.

For several minutes she continued to torment Neve’s now very wet pussy.

Neve responded with twitches, moans, and soft curses.

Withdrawing her fingers, Stephanie moved behind her sister and knelt on the floor, squeezing Neve’s butt. She smiled at the sight of the pussy in front of her. It was glistening with the abundance of juices that Stephanie had spread all over.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Stephanie cooed.

She buried her face in Neve’s sex from behind, licking at her entrance. Her sister’s strong scent filled her nostrils, and her sweet wetness coated her tongue. Stephanie licked and sucked and fucked Neve with her tongue. Spreading Neve’s cheeks, Stephanie moved to her anus, swirling, and probing it.

“Jesus, Steph, you’re gonna make me come,” Neve said, breathlessly.

Pushing a wet finger deep into Neve’s ass, she fucked her with it. With her other hand, she found her sister’s swollen clit and rubbed it vigorously. Neve bucked and twitched as Stephanie played with her.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Stephanie purred.

Stephanie could feel Neve quiver, the muscles of her ass tightening around her finger. The spasms of a powerful orgasm shook Neve’s body, and she cried out at her release.

Pulling her finger free, Stephanie stood then leaned over and kissed her sister’s cheek. “How was that?” she asked, brushing the hair back behind Neve’s ear.

“Absolutely wonderful,” Neve said with a grin.

She stood up, pulling Stephanie into a passionate kiss. Their mouths moved together and tongues entwined. Neve reached down below the hem of Stephanie’s skirt, bringing her hands underneath to cup her ass. In return, Stephanie grabbed at Neve’s already bare bottom, squeezing her cheeks.

Breaking from the kiss and her sister’s embrace, Stephanie stooped to pick up Neve’s slacks. “Get up on the counter,” she instructed, folding the garment into a small square.

Neve gave her an almost knowing look as she hoisted herself up onto the counter. She gave a surprised gasp and giggled when the cool granite touched the naked flesh of her butt.

“On your back, baby,” Stephanie said, placing the slacks, now a makeshift pillow, on the counter.

Reclining on the counter, Neve placed her head on the slacks and watched Stephanie as she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Not taking her eyes off Neve, Stephanie pushed her panties over her hips, letting them drop to the floor.

Neve was smiling at her with a mischievous smirk, only stopping to lick her lips.

Stephanie was full of excitement as she moved to the counter, bending to kiss her sister again. She could smell the scent of Neve’s perfume and her arousal. Stephanie’s lips hovered above her sister’s, barely touching them.

“I love you so much,” she said into Neve’s mouth.

Neve twitched as her Stephanie’s warm breath tickled her lips. “I love you too, little sister.”

Stephanie kissed her deeply. Pushing a hand through damp curls, she teased Neve’s clit for only a moment. Then she pulled herself up onto the counter and straddled Neve. Adjusting her position, she lowered her pussy towards Neve’s mouth.

Neve caught Stephanie’s hips and pulled her down, guiding the glistening pussy to her mouth.

Stephanie drew a sharp gasp of air at the contact. She softly moaned as a tongue probed her labia, and began caressing her breasts, pinching at her nipples through her shirt. No, this wouldn’t do. Quickly she unbuttoned the shirt and pushed her bra up off her breasts. Yes, much better, she thought, twisting the stiff nipples between her fingers.

Electricity flashed from her clit, and Stephanie rolled her hips in response. Neve held her hips tight, twisting and swirling and flicking her tongue.

Stephanie groaned. She tangled the fingers of one hand in Neve’s hair. “Fuck, Neve, you do that so well,” she huffed.

Neve chuckled and pushed a stiffened tongue into her entrance.

Stephanie shuddered. A wave of delightful pleasure raced through her. She pushed harder against her sister’s mouth and chin as she rocked her pelvis.

Neve made pleasant noises beneath her, the vibrations of which only amplified the sensations firing from Stephanie’s sensitive clit.

Deep inside her, Stephanie could feel that familiar pressure building, growing toward a powerful orgasm. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed throughout the empty house, making their passion that much more erotic.

“Yes, right there, Neve. Don’t stop,” Stephanie groaned when Neve pulled her swollen clit into her mouth.

Stephanie’s movements became more urgent. She rocked harder and faster until the pressure inside her core peaked. Then she stopped moving and shuddered with such intense pleasure that it threatened to knock her from her perch on the counter.

Neve held her sister’s hips tightly as she rode the pleasurable waves of her orgasm. The juices she didn’t catch coated her lips, cheeks, and chin.

Stephanie soon returned from her nirvana. The muscles in her legs protested as she tried to move off her sister’s face.

“That was terrific, sis. But the next time I want to do this, reminded me to use more padding,” she said, both wincing and giggling at the pain.

“You’re the one who wanted to do it on solid granite,” Neve said with a chuckle.

Slowly Stephanie managed to stretch out and lay partially on top of her sister. Tasting herself, Stephanie kissed Neve and licked the juices from her chin.

“I’ll need to buy you presents more often if this is the kind of thank-you I’m going to get,” Neve chuckled, as she wrapped her arms around Stephanie.

Stephanie laughed. “You don’t need to buy me presents. I’ll have sex with you anytime, anywhere.”

“That sounds perfect,” Neve said, kissing her cheek. “What do you think Piper will say when you tell her about everything?”

“She’ll be excited, I’m sure. Especially if there’s a dog in her future,” Stephanie replied.

“Another nice thing about this house is that it’s only a short walk away if Amber wants to come over and… ahem, play,” Neve said with a wink.

Stephanie smiled at the connotation. “Right, I never thought about that. She’d be heartbroken if we moved too far away.”

The two sisters lay silent in each other’s arms for several more minutes, until their bodies began to protest from the discomfort of the countertop’s unyielding firmness.

“We should get going,” Neve said.

“Okay,” Stephanie nodded. Giving Neve another quick kiss, she rolled away and eased herself off the edge of the counter. They both found their clothes, dressed, and headed out the door.

 

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Piper opened the patio door of their new home, and three-month-old Misty came bounding into the house. Claws clattered over the laminate floor as she tried to gain traction. Regaining her footing, she made an enthusiastic charge for the sofa.

“Misty, no!” Piper yelled, but her command came too late to do any good.

The rambunctious yellow Labrador pup leaped up at Stephanie, who was sitting at the end of the sofa reading a book, her legs tucked under her. Stephanie gave a startled shriek as 25 pounds of playful energy landed square in her lap, sending the book flying.

She grabbed at the dog’s shoulders. Misty had decided that Stephanie’s face needed a thorough cleaning and had begun to lick her with purpose. Stephanie spluttered, trying to avoid the slobbering canine’s large tongue. She’d already had the misfortune of being frenched by Misty once and didn’t relish a repeat performance.

“Okay, okay. I see you,” Stephanie said with a laugh as she held off the animal.

Misty, still full of energy, jumped around on the sofa and gave Piper a big lick on the cheek when she sat down beside Stephanie. Piper grabbed hold of Misty and held the squirming dog in her arms.

“Sorry, Mom. Didn’t mean for her to jump up on you like that,” Piper said with a grin.

“It’s okay, sweetie. She’s still a puppy,” Stephanie said, and gave Piper a kiss on the side of her head.

It had been almost a year since Stephanie, Neve, and the girls had moved into their new house. At first, they’d all found it a bit strange to have two other people around all the time — even if it was their own blood — but they quickly became accustomed to each other’s presence and felt the absence of anyone who was away.

Explaining this new living arrangement to their parents had been tricky. They made up a story about it being good financial sense for them to share the expense of a house and its bills along with that of raising two young girls.

Neve and the girls had done most of the talking during that visit, while Stephanie just hung back and watched. She was polite and wore her practiced smile, the one usually reserved for customers at the diner. The girls excitedly gave their grandparents a tour of the house, including the large bedroom with queen-size bed and bunk above it that they shared. Of course, they didn’t tell their grandparents that they both slept together in the big queen bed on most nights. Stephanie had made up the spare bedroom to look like it was her room for such an occasion as this, just in case visitors had gotten any ideas of the sisters’ sleeping arrangements.

Misty finally settled and hopped off the sofa. She grabbed a chew toy and flopped down on her bed by the fireplace to gnaw happily on it. Stephanie smiled at the dog. It felt good to know how happy it made Piper to have a pet. She wrapped an arm around her daughter and pulled her in close.

“I love you, Piper,” she said, kissing her head and resting a cheek upon it.

“I love you too, Mommy,” the child answered. She knew that using the word ‘Mommy’ always excited her mother, especially if she said it with an innocent little-girl voice, which of course she just had.

Piper moved and straddled her mother’s lap, facing her. She smiled sweetly at Stephanie, then looked down at her chest, studying the bumps that were growing beneath her mother’s blouse.

“You know,” she paused briefly, tracing the outline of an erect nipple with her finger, “Auntie Neve and Brooke won’t be home for a couple of hours.”

Stephanie drew a breath and lifted Piper’s chin. After admiring the girl’s twinkling eyes for a moment, she leaned in and kissed her softly, then ran a finger along the edges of her lips, admiring the beauty of her features, her big brown eyes and thin lips, the line of her jaw to the shape of her nose, the way her hair hung over her shoulders. She had committed every inch of her daughter’s appearance to memory… but now she had something new to memorize.

Small but distinguishable bumps were beginning to form on Piper’s chest. Piper was very proud of her new boobs, as she called them. Stephanie kissed Piper again, then gently guided her off her lap. She stood and took Piper’s hand and led her to the bedroom.

Stephanie lay on the bed and let Piper work at the button of her jeans. She looked up at the ceiling, her and Neve’s ceiling. She didn’t look at this ceiling worrying about things any more. She looked at the ceiling thinking how happy she was.

She thought about how wonderful the last year had been, how she was able to share a special bond with her daughter. Of becoming closer to her sister again, and rekindling the intimacy that they had once shared in their youth. Of moving in with Neve and Brooke and becoming a family unit. Then there was sweet Amber, who spent a lot more time here than she did at home. And not just as a sexual plaything, but as a loving, and loved, part of the family.

And of course, there was Ruby’s Diner. The diner her fantastic, loving, sexy sister had bought for her. She loved running it and had kept the name. It just didn’t seem right to change it. She had laughed when she realized that her monthly ‘recompense’ to Neve was only a single dollar. They figured that at that rate it would take about five thousand years to pay back.

Stephanie drew a sharp breath when a pair of soft lips kissed her clit. She looked down her body and saw that Piper had relieved her of her jeans and panties while she was daydreaming. Amazing little girl, Stephanie thought.

She lay back and closed her eyes, pushing all thoughts from her head, and just enjoyed her daughter’s talents, thankful to be Piper’s Mom.

THE END

Shooting with Helena, Chapter 6

  • Posted on February 23, 2018 at 6:56 am

By Cassie

Within the hour, with the two of us dressed and decent once more, we were ready to leave. we’d decided to go and see Sasha sooner rather than later, even if it meant me skipping a media class. Helena drove us there this time, and I spent the short car journey trying to tease her as much as I could.

“So what do you think Sasha wants to do with us?” I said, running my fingers lazily up and down my sister’s thigh as she took us on to the freeway. The only thing Helena was wearing (apart from her flat sandals) was the little blue dress we had ‘fought’ over earlier on. Against me it just looked like a large blue rag, but on her it looked stunning; just short enough to ride midway up her long legs when she sat down, tight enough under the bra-line to give her breasts some lift, and cut low enough from the shoulder to show the promise of the cleavage below. Lena had put on just a little makeup; some light red lipstick she knew I liked, and a little eye liner and mascara. She’d put he hair up in a pony tail and looked incredibly sexy. For myself, I’d just pulled on a tight pink vest top, a white tennis skirt and a pair of pumps.

Helena gave me a sidelong glance and smiled. “I know what she’d like to do to us,” she said, emphasising the world ‘like’, “but I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet.” Helena shifted slightly in her driver’s seat, opening her legs just a little. I took advantage, running the flat of my palm up the inside of her thigh.

“Sasha’s a lesbian?” I asked, ignoring why Helena had mentioned the ‘yet’ part.

“Well, she’s made it more than clear that she finds me attractive.”

“Cow. Mind your head doesn’t burst.”

“It’s true!” Lena protested, “It’s pretty obvious when she bites my earlobe after kissing me hello and whispering in my ear.”

I giggled, twisting in my seat to turn as much as I could toward my little sister.

“What did she whisper?” I asked.

“Never you mind, bitch. None of your business.”

Helena was squirming as I started tickling the inside of her thigh, trying not to laugh.

“Tell me,” I said.

“No.”

Tell me!”

“No way, bitch.”

I stifled another giggle and took my hand out from between her leg.

“Tell me,” I said, grabbing the hem of my vest top with both hands, “Or I pull this off and ride topless with you all the way.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I would.”

“Would not.”

Without another word, I lifted the hem of the vest top up and over my breasts, exposing them.

Helena looked sidelong, then gasped. “Cassie, put that back on!” she yelped.

“Not un-til you tell me…” I said, in a sing-song voice. I started to rub and caress myself as Helena continued to drive us toward Sasha’s studio.

“All right! All right!” Helena said, taking her hand off the wheel to slap my thigh. “I give up! Put your tits away! Save them for me later, okay?”

“Okay” I said. I pulled my top back down and took Helena’s hand off my knee. On impulse, Lena, brought my hand up to her face and kissed my fingers. Her lips were soft and full of the kind of promise that lasted half the night and got very hot and sweaty into the bargain.

“So, what did Sasha say?” I said.

“She said–” and here Helena dropped her voice half an octave, “‘If you ever get lonely, you can give me a call, even when the camera isn’t rolling’.”

I giggled, laughing at the thinly-veiled message.

Helena giggled back at me, then made a serious face. “Stop it!” she protested. “She was being sweet.”

I leaned across and kissed my sister’s ear. “I wouldn’t leave it to imagination,” I whispered, letting my tongue flick the fleshy part of her earlobe. “My invitation would be a lot more graphic.”

Helena moaned, enjoying the attention my lips were giving her ear. “Yeah? Like what?” she said.

I took her earlobe between my teeth and nibbled it gently, whispering something very filthy as I did it. I sat back in the passenger seat, staring out in front of me and feeling my cheeks begin to burn. God, this thing with Helena was making me a crazy slut.

“Is that a promise?” my sister said to me, as we drove closer to the studio. I turned to her and winked, but didn’t say anything. Within minutes, Helena was parking the car in the large driveway of Sasha’s studio.

We sat in the car for a moment, holding hands and talking.

“So how much do we tell Sasha?” I said, caressing Helena’s fingers in my hand. Just touching her made me want her, and I could feel myself getting hot between the legs in anticipation of our next round of illicit lovemaking.

Helena frowned. “I don’t know,” she said, suddenly getting all serious as she looked away out of the window. “Y’know,” she said, after a long pause, “some of me wants to say ‘the hell with it; I’m fucking my sister, and it’s great’, you know?”

I nodded, gazing at her.

“And… and, sometimes I feel like saying ‘fuck you’ to the guilt, ‘fuck you’ to the taboo of lesbian sex, and a bigger ‘fuck you’ to the idea of sex with my own sister.”

I carried on nodding, not saying anything as I let Helena get whatever worries she had off her mind. Then she turned to me; that serious look on her face. Her hair swished, then fell around her shoulders, and the light from the morning sun caught her as she looked at me. She looked like the most beautiful woman in the whole world right then, and my heart skipped a beat that she was mine; my sister and my lover.

“But the thing is, Cass,” she said, taking my hand in both of hers, “I love you. Love you so much I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got. Will telling the world about how we feel for each other ruin that?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t find any words. So instead I just leaned across the space between the seats in the car and kissed her on the lips.

“I don’t want to ruin what we’ve found in each other either,” I said, pausing in the kiss but not sitting back. I let my breath wash over my sister’s lips, drew in her scent as she breathed back. “I’m not going to walk across town with a placard sign on my back saying ‘I fuck my sister!’ And I quite like the secrecy; the idea that this is something wonderful that’s just between us. I like the stolen kisses, the promises of lovemaking to come. But I’m not going to spend all my time worrying about it every time we hold hands, or hug, or touch each other.” I settled back into the passenger seat again, gripping Helena’s hand tightly. “We’re sisters, right? And we’re beautiful, sexy and not afraid to show it; either to the world or to each other. People can take us as they find us, and we can act as we please around that.”

I finished my third-grade speech, wondering if what I said made sense, both to Helena and myself. She looked down for a moment, then back up at me. Just for that moment, Helena looked exactly like my baby sister, not the ultra-smart and sassy girl she’d grown up to be. She had that look that wanted me to take the hurt and worry away.

“Sasha’s gonna notice,” she said. “Sasha can spot girl-sex a mile away.”

“Good,” I said, suddenly tired at the worry and anxiety. “Let’s see how this photo shoot goes and do exactly what she says. If that means showing her what we’ve found in each other, I don’t care. Come on.”

I got out of the car, stretching my arms high into the sky. The sun was pleasantly warm at this time of the morning, and it made me feel good. Helena got out too and stretched as well, then walked round the car and took my hand.

“Come on, Cass,” she said. “Let’s go get shot.”

We rang the bell at the side of Sasha’s warehouse, and she opened the door within a few moments. Sasha was wearing black, office-type shorts, with black tights and flat shoes, with a slightly horrible purple shirt on top. She’d brushed her short hair back and clipped it tight against her head.

“Hi” she said, offering us both a tight, wary smile. She glanced down and noticed we were holding hands. “Well, you came back, and that’s a good sign,” she said. “C’mon in.”

We followed the photographer into the studio. The powerful lamps were switched off, and the place had an eerie and forgotten feel to it. Sasha led us to a a couple of battered old sofas near the main set, and asked us to sit down for a minute. We did so, still holding on to each other’s hands and playing with each other’s fingers. Sasha looked uncomfortable, and had trouble looking either of us in the eye.

“It’s good that you’re here,” she said, “real good. I was, uh, worried that you wouldn’t come back.”

“Why not, Sash?” Helena said, frowning but smiling to break the sombre mood.

“Well, it’s… it’s got a bit complicated.” she said.

“How do you mean?” I said, not as eager as my sister to cheer this odd woman up.

Sasha looked at us both for a moment, then reached by the side of the sofa she was sitting on and drew out a photo album.

“These are the pictures I took the other day,” she said, offering the book to Helena. “Have a look.”

Helena took the album, then shuffled closer to me as we started to look through it. We flicked through the pages and it was strange seeing the two of us in semi-erotic poses. They did look good, though, and I could feel this new-found lust for my sister begin to flutter in my tummy once again.

Helena looked up. “They look great,” she said.

Sasha nodded. “They are fucking great!” she said, vehemently. “I took those pictures. Me. And I’m not afraid to say that after I’d put them in the album, I stared at them long and hard and it got me real horny. That doesn’t usually happen.”

I felt the first tingle of a blush colour my cheeks. Having the thought of someone (usually a guy on the football team) masturbate over you was one thing, but having someone (a girl, no less!) tell you as much was something else.

“So what’s the problem?” Helena said.

“The problem?” repeated Sasha, as though my sister had said something awfully childish. “The problem is that apparently, they’re not fucking good enough for the kind of money I was expecting.”

“What does that mean?” Helena said. “Are you saying we have to pay for them?” I added, exercising a frown.

Sasha looked worried, and fidgeted in her seat. “No,” she said, finally. “No. Not if I can off-set them.”

“Off-set them?” I repeated.

“Against what?” said Helena.

“Against some more,” said Sasha, getting close to the nub of her worries.

“Isn’t that going to make the bill higher?” I said.

“Well,” said Sasha, “I could off-set all that, and pay you back a healthy amount, if…”

“If what?” said Helena, levelly.

Sasha looked up at us, licking her lips to wet them. “If you want to go a bit further and try something a little, um, hotter.”

“You mean a little more full-on?” Helena said. Sasha nodded.

Helena and I shared a look between us. A look that communicated what we were both thinking. In that moment, my sister and as close to shared empathy as you’ll ever get.

“Let me show you something about full on,” I said. Sasha gave me a quizzical look, but I tossed my hair behind my head and stared at my sister. “Ready?” I said. Helena nodded, a little impish smile playing about the corner of her lips.

I leaned across the space between us on the sofa, slowly and deliberately, so that Sasha could see exactly where we were coming from. I tilted my head a little from Helena’s, then closed my lips against hers and started to kiss her.

At first, we shared light, soft kisses. Then, after a moment, I let Sasha see my tongue start to invade my sister’s mouth as we kissed more fervently. After a couple of minutes kissing, we sat back and stared at the diminutive photographer. She looked hot, and flustered.

“Wow!” she managed. “I’ve never, ever seen something that hot.” She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, as though the seat was suddenly itchy beneath her. “Would you… I mean are you prepared to do that for the camera?”

“For yours,” I said.

“And depending where the pictures go, and how much return we get,” said Helena, ever more shrewd than I was.

Sasha shook her head a little and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to regain her train of thought. “Well, that’s the whole thing,” she said. She paused a moment, gathering her thoughts, then sat forward on the sofa, staring at us both with an earnest expression.

“There’s always money to be made from doing photo shoots. Sometimes it’s the clients of the clients. Sometimes it’s the models. Sometimes it’s even the lowly photographer like me. But there’s always money. It’s all about finding the market, and feeding it.”

She stood up and started pacing on the studio floor in front of us. “Y’see,” she continued, now staring at the floor as much as at me or my little sister. “I thought I had this market licked. At least enough to make a buck or two. I know there’s a market out there in this line. I’d fed it and watered it and changed its nappy over the years. But things have moved on.”

She stopped, put her hands on her hips and stared at us. “You girls watch YouTube?” Helena nodded, and I followed suit. Sasha nodded, satisfied. “You ever see the clip of those Russian twins? Or those sisters from France?”

I frowned, suddenly losing the thread. But Helena nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “The French girls.” She turned to me and said “Couple of hot chicks getting real friendly for the camera. Claim they are sisters.”

“Yeah,” echoed Sasha. “That kind of video gets thousands of views every day. Thousands. All free.” She sat down, as though she’d just been told something painful. I didn’t get where she was coming from, but didn’t have to wonder long as she wanted to finish her own dialogue.

That’s the market being fed,” she said, “for free. No one paying for those pictures. The only people making money out of those vids are the firms that make blank DVDs.”

There was a difficult, pregnant pause. “But you’ve got us a market, haven’t you?” said Helena, letting go of my hand to sit forward in her seat. “You just want to know if we’re prepared to feed it.”

Sasha produced a filthy smile and nodded. “You got it, baby.” she said.

Helena inched herself off the sofa and crawled, on her knees, toward the photographer. “Guaranteed?” she asked, closing the gap between them.

“Almost.”

“And what’s the snag?” breathed my sister, using a seductive voice she had used to experiment briefly with me. It still sent tingles down my spine.

“The snag,” said Sasha, watching my sister’s hands rest, then part her black, tights-clad knees, “is that this market needs a special kind of food. Very special.”

Helena was still moving forward, lowering her head to kiss first the right thigh, then the left. I was about to join her when she made a three-fingered sign with her left hand as she clutched Sasha’s right knee. It was a pitcher’s sign. One we both used in a computer game at home. It was the equivalent of ‘Hold off’. I sat back on the sofa and watched.

“Explain,” said Helena, sitting up, running her hands up and down the other woman’s thighs. Sasha was fast losing her resolve, clearly getting turned on by my sister’s touch.

“It needs to be full on,” she said. “But classy. None of this grainy 8mm shit you see on the web. Exclusive shots for… ooohh… an exclusive client base. Mmmm, yes. You up for that?”

Helena stood up. “Take some pictures,” she said. “Then you can have another chat with me and my sister.”

“Like this one?” Sasha said, through dreamy eyelids.

Helena held out a hand for me to take and helped me up. She pulled me close to her and we turned side-on to the other woman. I felt Helena’s fingers steal across my ass cheeks and squeeze me. “Sure,” she said.

It didn’t take long for Sasha to get started. In the ten minutes or so before she started barking orders, Helena and I sat on the sofa, playing with each other’s hands. I wanted to understand what my sister was thinking, what the complexities of this business deal should be, but Helena had that wicked little glint in her eye and had more pressing thoughts.

She leaned across to me and started kissing my neck, whispering to me between those moments when her lips caused tiny erotic explosions on my skin. I found my eyelids drooping at her insistent kisses, quickly losing any urge to discuss business. By the time Sasha called us onto the set proper, my pussy was burning. How had it happened so quickly that my sister instilled these incredible feelings in me?

Helena finished her kissing of my neck with a sharp nip to my earlobe, sending a brief stab of pain through me. I caught my breath then returned the dirty, wicked grin Helena had given me as we stood up and walked, hand in hand, to the set where Sasha directed us.

“Okay” said the diminutive photographer, taking a long moment to study our near-identical bodies. “We’ll take a couple of shots with what you’re wearing, then we’ll get the costume wardrobe out, alright? Cassie, you’re the same size as Helena?”

“Pretty much.”

“Okay.”

Sasha struck a pose, finger poised on her lower lip. “Now, with what you’re wearing, I want it to be like you’ve just met each other at a summer fete or something. Nothing too weird, but a kind of innocent build-up.”

“A build up to what?” I giggled.

Sasha ignored me. “Just try to relax while I take a few warm up shots. Go from ‘polite hello’ to ‘sexy’ and listen to me.”

I wanted to ask what that meant, but Helena took my hand and led me underneath the powerful spotlights. She stood facing me, then said, “Look up and away, like we’re walking into each other without knowing.”

I did so, and instantly heard the whirr and click of Sasha’s camera in the background. I concentrated on looking good — tummy in, chest out, mouth pouting — and listened as my little sister coached me through the shoot.

“Now reach out your hand.” I did so, then felt the soft cup of Helena’s breast nestle into my palm. Whirr, click.

“Turn around, shocked.” I did, trying not to giggle at the sight of my hand cupping my sister’s breast.

“Now the other one!” I heard Sasha shout from behind her camera.

I reached out and cupped Helena’s other breast, then stood for a moment, massaging my sister’s small but pert and fleshy globes. I could feel the nipples begin to swell under my touch. Helena was being the consummate actress, playing the role like stop-gap animation. Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

“Lose the buttons!” came the next instruction. I reached between Helena’s breasts and undid the main button, exposing another small triangle of pale flesh to the camera.

I felt Helena’s arms slip round my waist. “I want to get dirty with you,” said my sister. “Real dirty.”

I didn’t say anything. My heart was beginning to pound at the anticipation of having sex with Helena again. I continued to peel my sibling’s clothes off her body, revealing that perfect nakedness which I’d come to adore. Our advances became less stop-gap, more fluid. I felt Helena’s fingers tease open the cheeks of my ass. I leaned forward and closed my lips onto hers. Her breasts squashed against mine and I was suddenly desperate to get naked with her; lost in this erotic, forbidden moment with my own sister.

My clothes came off easily, and then Helena’s hands were holding my breasts, touching my neck, reaching down to the hot wetness of my over-excited pussy. All the time there was the whirr and click of Sasha’s camera as a background tattoo.

I felt one, then two of my sister’s fingers slip inside me as we stood together under the lights, alternately kissing and exchanging brief, whispered promises of escalating filthiness into each other’s ears. It was at that moment, when Helena was telling me how she’d like me to use her as her ‘fuck-puppy,’ that the lights went off.

There was a moment of disconnect as both my sister and I wondered what was going on, what we should do, then the low-lit strip lights overhead flickered on. Sasha walked into view, holding a bag. She looked cross, somehow.

“This isn’t going to plan,” she said, matter-of-factly. She put the bag down and unzipped it. She reached in and pulled out a strap-on dildo, some baby oil and a couple of button vibrators.

“I wanted a slow build up, but you girls are way too horny for that. Get it out of your system, and we’ll try classy another day.”

She walked back to the camera and fired up the spotlights once again. I looked at my sister and she looked back, shrugged, then bent down to pick up the strap-on harness. She removed the rest of her clothes and stepped into it, then did up the buckle on one side. I moved next to her and did up the other side, making it snug around her waist and over her pussy mound.

“Hungry?” she said. I got on my knees in front of her and bent my head toward the 6-inch dildo, stuck 90 degrees out from between her legs. I started wetting the end with my tongue, then began to suck the plastic cock, bobbing my head backwards and forwards between my sister’s legs. Somewhere far, far away there was a distant sound of a clicking camera.

Lena had her hands behind my head, pulling me into her as she slowly bucked and thrust her dildo into my mouth. My hands were grazing up and down the sides of her legs, but then I reached around behind her and started to play with her ass. I pried her cheeks open, then slid my middle finger beneath the stiff leather of the harness strap to find her anus. I began to rub around the puckered skin, and felt Helena relax as I did so, shifting her stance a little to give me better access. She moaned at the twin pleasures of watching her sister giving her a dildo blow-job, with her rosebud slowly being toyed and played with at the same time.

“Oooohh. I am so gonna fuck your ass, sis,” she said. I didn’t say anything, but rasped my tongue up and down the length of her dildo, letting her see how open and ready I was for her.

I jumped up, pressed myself against her and kissed her quickly. “Do it!” I said, feeling the unrelenting stiffness of the plastic cock press against my thigh. I slid back down again, kissing Helena’s body as I went, and assumed a position on my hands and knees.

Helena knelt down beside me and reached out for the baby oil bottle. I heard the click of the cap, then felt a warmish sensation as Helena drizzled the oil on the small of my back and ass cheeks. I closed my eyes as I felt her hands begin to massage the oil into my skin, making me slippery and smooth. Helena leaned forward, her hands running from the top of my ass to my shoulders. Then she knelt back and began to rub the oil into my buttocks, and between.

I closed my eyes and let my body relax as Helena used her fingers to rub and tease the widening crack of my ass. I felt one, then two fingers slip inside my hole. I bit my lip against the unusual, but very welcome invasion.

Helena did this for a couple of minutes, getting my muscles relaxed, then I felt her hands move away from me. “Ready?” I heard her murmur. I looked back over my shoulder and managed to grunt something unintelligible that I hopes she would take as ‘yes’.

I felt the hard tip of the dildo press up against my asshole only for a moment before my oiled and relaxed muscle gave way to Helena’s forward thrust. I felt the thick head pop up inside my ass, then pop out again and Helena teased me with it.

“Aw Jesus, sis, just fuck me with that thing!” I said, exasperated.

I closed my eyes and, when I felt the dildo start to spread wide my crack once more, took the initiative and thrust my ass backwards. I felt the length of the dildo slip into my tight ass, Helena’s soft fingers, gripping my hips for balance.

Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

I’d had anal sex only once before, with a guy at college at the previous year’s Christmas party. He was pretty good looking, on the athletics team, and not as rowdy as some. I was drunk, horny and in the mood for something different. We’d gone back to his dorm and had started off well enough, kissing and fooling around, then he started tugging at my skirt. He’d ran his hand over my newly exposed ass cheeks and I felt a little thrill. I stood up, drained my glass of wine and bit my lower lip. I remember staring at him; seeing him wonder if I was going to call it a night and leave, then tell him that he could have me from behind if he wanted me.

He’d given me a look full of relief and stood up. “Behind?” he’d said. I’d nodded, making it clear he could fuck my ass. Every guy’s dream, right? Hot back door action with a sexy girl?

Well, Mike certainly thought so. He couldn’t wait. Couldn’t wait to get me relaxed or properly lubed up, so when he got me on all fours and stabbed his dick in my bung, it hurt like fucking crazy. But by then, he was at that point where “Ow,” and “No,” meant nothing at all.

I remember getting reamed up my ass for about five minutes as Mike built up his load before emptying it inside me. During that time, I’d grimaced, winced and grunted, trying desperately to think of some homework that needed doing; all the while vowing never to get ass fucked again.

That memory flickered briefly as I lay on the floor of Sasha’s studio with my sister Helena plunging her six-inch dildo into my rear end. The irony was there, but nothing else matched my former experience. Under my sister’s expert hands, I’d felt the muscles of my rectum stretch and relax and now, with her hands gripping my hips and the rhythm of her body behind me, the feeling of getting ass fucked was at once about the hottest sex I’d ever had. Part of it was the way Helena had turned me on, how she knew exactly what buttons to press to get me both horny and relaxed. But most of it was knowing, with some incredible sensation of the taboo, that I was getting fucked in the ass by my own sister!

I closed my eyes as I felt Helena increase her rhythm, swinging to and away from me; her stiff dildo like a piston pumping in my ass. She tightened her grip on my hips and drilled the plastic cock as deep as it would go. I bit my lip, wondering if even this was just too much — then felt her withdraw and shift behind me. I stayed where I was and suddenly felt my sister’s hands on my ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them.

“Oh, Cassie!” Helena said, “Jeez, you are so hot.” I felt the sharp stab of her tongue on my ass, her teeth nipping at the skin around my puckered hole.

Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

Helena leaned in to me and I felt her mouth close over my anus. I reached back behind me and pulled the back of her head deeper between my cheeks. I felt her tongue dart and probe inside the stretched muscles of my ass.

Then she brought one hand up between my legs and slipped her thumb between the sopping lips of my pussy, rotating it in wide circles as far as her knuckle would let her. Helena kept on rimming me as she worked her thumb inside a pussy that was already dripping with lust. I closed my eyes, trying to contain all the sensations and emotions running through my small head. Eventually, Helena sat back and probed my ass with her other hand, plunging one, then two fingers into my loosened hole. Dirty fucking should never feel this good, something in the back of my mind told me. I told it to shut up.

Helena began to frig me in earnest, concentrating on my hot, wet pussy while two fingers probed my asshole. My upper half collapsed onto the floor, and I felt my legs begin to shiver. I knew I was close to another bone-shaking orgasm, and abandoned myself to it completely.

When the moment came I felt a huge release, the muscles around my tight pussy contracting and loosening around my sister’s fingers. I fell onto the floor and, for a moment, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move — so I just lay there, feeling wave after diminishing wave of pleasure ripple through me.

Helena picked up the dildo harness she’d abandoned a while ago and thrust the bulbous end into her own cunt, using one hand to hold it close inside her. She fell down on me, lying on top of my orgasm-wracked body and clutching at me feverishly with her free hand, working the dildo into herself all the while.

“Oh, Cassie… oh, Cass! Oh, my beautiful sister!” she murmured, over and over again, as if delirious and lost in a fever dream.

I drew both arms around her neck, pulling her into me, never wanting to let her go. Her hair spilled around my head and I drank in the scent and touch of her. No other woman could make me feel like this, I thought.

Somewhere, amidst all this, Sasha had come forward from her place behind the tripod and was standing very close. The sound of her camera was now just feet away as my sister continued to kiss and smother my body. Eventually, I felt Helena’s lips reach my own and we kissed, losing ourselves in that glorious dance of lips and tongues as our faces moved to each other’s rhythm.

We finally relaxed, both breathing heavily, still desperate for each other’s touch, but both too sensitive for more sex play. Some time ago, Sasha’s camera had ceased to click

We lay together for a few moments more, caressing and trailing lazy hands across each other’s bodies, then reluctantly removed ourselves from the cold floor and got up to find Sasha. We quickly pulled on our clothes — playfully swapping panties in the process — and found our photographer in a glass-walled studio room some distance behind the camera. There was a strong smell of coffee.

Sasha was sitting at a computer terminal where, eventually, she looked up at us and frowned. “You two finished?” she said, her tone more than a little abrupt.

“Um, yeah,” said Helena, taking the lead. “Thanks.”

Sasha grunted. “Don’t thank me until the camera says so. I’m downloading the clips now.”

I looked across at my sister and she looked at me. We shared the same quizzical look. Why was Sasha so wound up?

Helena and I sat down on two high-backed chairs and held each other’s hands. We watched silently as Sasha scrolled though screen after screen of pictures on the terminal in front of her.

“Did you, um. Did you get any good shots?” I heard myself say. Sasha grunted, but didn’t reply.

Helena frowned, and I recognised that frown. She was starting to get annoyed. “Hey!” she said. “What’s the problem? Half an hour ago, you were telling me you needed something a little more ‘full-on’. Well if what we did out there wasn’t full-on, you’d better paint me a new fucking picture.”

Sasha turned in her seat and scowled at us. “Well ex-fucking-scuse me!” she said. “Sorry you two professional fuck-bunnies don’t know everything there is to know about this business, but there’s a big fucking difference between screwing each other and playing the camera.”

There was a silence as she let that sink in. “Just so you know, most of these pictures are useless. Lighting’s all wrong, angle’s way off and there’s no photographic progression.”

“Photographic progre-?” I began, then checked myself.

Sasha turned back to the computer and took a deep breath. “There are some good shots. Some very hot ones. But we can’t do it like this again. Next time we’ll all have to be a lot more professional.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” I said, hearing the excitement in my own voice. Sasha turned back an instant.

“Are you kidding? You two are the hottest babes I’ve ever shot. Ever. And you’re, like, real sisters. You know how marketable that is? You bet there’ll be a next time. I just don’t want you to fuck it up by getting too excited with each other on set.”

She turned back, and Helena and I shared an identical smile. Gone were the worries we’d voiced back in the car earlier. There were no secrets between us and Sasha, and it gave us the freedom to be more free and open with each other.

I reached over and grabbed my sister’s hand. I grinned at her for a moment, already anticipating all the fantastic shoots we could do together. Helena opened her mouth to say something, but stopped and frowned. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her cell phone. She frowned again, flipped the lid and keyed the ‘answer’ button.

Helena and I took the car home as fast as we could. I rang up Mom and left a message to say that my lecturer had called in sick, and that I’d be returning home early that day. My sister and I didn’t speak much on the way home, but she found my hand during a stop at a set of traffic lights and squeezed my fingers. I squeezed back.

Continue on to Chapter 7

Au Pair, Chapter 4

  • Posted on February 22, 2018 at 10:54 am

By Misty Meadow

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Ashley’s heart wasn’t the only one that had been broken. I was filled with pity for my little lover, mixed 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.

*****

I came downstairs dressed in a white nylon chemise that Ursula had bought for me. It just about covered my bum. I wore nothing underneath it. Ursula was seated in the kitchen, dressed in a short silk robe, drinking coffee.

“Can I get some of that?” I asked and she pushed an empty mug along the breakfast bar to me. I filled it and took a gulp.

She looked a wreck. I’d have pitied her, but I was too devastated after the previous afternoon’s events, too worried about Ashley’s happiness and my own future.

“How is she?” I finally asked.

Ursula turned her weary gaze to meet mine. “She slept with me in my bed. It felt like hours before I could get her to stop crying. I have to admit that she really loves you. She was begging me not to send you away, and she wouldn’t stop. Eventually, if only to get some sleep, I told her I’d think about it.” She paused, then added, “I’m still furious about what you did, Misty. You had no right.”

I felt helpless in the face of Ursula’s anger. How could I make her understand?

“I suppose this is when I should apologise…” I began, trying not to cry, “but from the moment I first laid eyes on her, it was love, true love, like nothing I’ve ever known. Ashley felt the same way about me when we met, you know.”

“She told me that,” Ursula muttered.

“It was inevitable that we’d end up in each other’s arms. It would’ve taken superhuman strength to resist my own urges, and sheer cruelty to deny her what she craved. I’m a mere mortal. I’m sorry — sorry that Ashley was hurt and yes, sorry that you got hurt too.”

“You’re damn right I got hurt. I thought I meant something to you. But no… you were using me to get to my daughter!”

I tried to appear indignant. “Do you think that all that mind-blowing sex that you and I had was nothing but a strategy of mine? I wasn’t in love with you, Ursula, and never said I was, but the physical attraction was real and intense. How many times did you make me come, and vice versa? Those were real orgasms.”

“But you just told me you were in love with Ashley!”

“I built a wall between my physical attraction to you and my love for her. I felt about you both in two different ways.”

She snorted with disdain. “You were having your cake and eating it, that’s what.”

“The point is, what are we going to do?”

“We? I’ll decide that. You don’t have a say in this, damn you!”

That was when Ashley made her way downstairs, dressed in a translucent nightie so sheer that it looked like she was enveloped in a cloud of mist. Her eyes, and even her nose, were red from crying.

Ursula slipped off her stool and padded over to Ashley, taking the girl in her arms. “Oh, my darling little girl,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please don’t cry. I won’t let Misty hurt you anymore.”

“She didn’t hurt me!” Ashley cried. “She made me happy. You hurt me by getting so mad at us, and yelling at Misty like that. If you hadn’t come home early, everything would be fine. I told you all this last night.” She folded her arms, glaring at her mother. “If you make Misty leave, I’ll kill myself!”

That stopped Ursula in her tracks. “Don’t — don’t say that, sweetie. You can’t, it’s not fair, that’s emotional blackmail!” She stared pleadingly at the girl, cut to the quick by Ashley’s ice-cold stare. “Promise me you won’t… do anything like that. Please.”

“Listen to your mother, Ashley,” I said, desperately trying to ease the tension that filled the room. “If you hurt yourself in any way, it would destroy us both.”

Ashley emitted a deep, melancholy sigh. “Whatever,” she mumbled, turning away from her mum and me.

“Um… would you like some breakfast, darling?” Ursula said.

“Juice is fine,” said Ashley dismissively, going to the fridge.

“You have piano this morning,” Ursula said. Every Saturday morning, Ashley took a piano lesson three doors down. “Drink up and go and get dressed, while Misty and I decide what’s going to happen.”

Ashley trudged dejectedly up the stairs.

Ursula turned back to me, her arms folded. “Last night, Ashley told me that you’d taken nude photographs of her. Is that right?”

“Um, yeah… I did.”

“I want to see them.”

Shit. I didn’t want to show those pictures to Ursula, not one bit — but a glance at her made it clear that she had no intention of letting me off the hook.

Resigning myself, I slowly stood. “They’re on my laptop.”

We went up to the second floor and into my room, where Ursula sat at my dressing table as I leaned over her shoulder, booted up the laptop and opened my Ashley file, which I’d named “Recipes.”

She nodded. “Very clever… I’d never have thought to look there for dirty photos.”

My nerves jangling, I sat on the end of the bed, watching Ursula as she scrolled through two months worth of pictures, each one a shot of her daughter lewdly exhibiting herself to the camera. She swiveled round to face me, unaware that her robe had fallen open and I could see her cunt. Her finger swiped from picture to picture, pausing after each one to delete it.

“My God,” she gasped after one particularly explicit shot of Ashley spread out on the dining table, opening her cunt with two fingers. “She has no shame at all! I gave her the most careful upbringing imaginable, and she grows up to be a lesbian slut!”

Kinda like you, mommy dearest, I thought. You’re no shrinking violet.

I noticed that she wasn’t deleting any more pictures — just studying each one, then moving on to the next until she reached the final shot. There Ashley was eating my pussy, the joy she felt clearly showing in her eyes. Ursula stared at it for a long time. “You’ve bewitched her,” she finally said. “You must have done!”

“It’s she who bewitched me,” I countered.

She closed the file, then said, “What’s this?” as she noticed the file just below, named “Recipes 2.”

“Those are the ones Ashley took of me.”

She clicked it open, then began working her way through images of me — mostly nude, all salacious. She threw a brief glance my way, and for a second and I saw something in her eyes, something of the hunger she’d shown for me before I’d grown careless enough to let her catch me with Ashley.

As Ursula examined the next picture, l leaned back, propping myself on both elbows, casually shrugging a strap off one shoulder to reveal my left nipple. Then I slid down the bed to make the flimsy camisole I wore ride up, leaving my cunt fully exposed. When she looked over at me, I moved my knees apart and smiled at her. She took a good long look, then carried on with the computer, clicking from one photograph to the next without deleting any. These included selfies that Ashley had taken as she made love to me in one way or another — eating my pussy, fingering me, sucking my nipples and rubbing her cunt on some part of my body. Then there were the solo shots, pictures of me posing like a wanton slut, the way Ashley especially loved to see me.

Ursula’s face was getting flushed, her fingers clumsy on the keys. The next time she looked at me, my right hand was tweaking the exposed nipple, while the left hand rested on my cunt, spreading it wide open with two fingers. That was when she came to the last picture, one that Ashley had taken immediately after fisting me, that showed the enormous cavern of my stretched-out vagina.

“Oh, my God,” she croaked, and thrust a hand between her legs to grope her cunt. When she looked over at me this time, I slipped two fingers into my vagina, moved them around inside to get them nice and juicy, then smeared the wetness all over my mouth. Now that I had Ursula’s attention, I used both hands to pull my pussy lips apart as far as they’d stretch.

The view she had of me wasn’t quite as outrageous as the picture on the screen — but this cunt could be touched, smelled, tasted. The aroma of my lust was sharp in the air, mingling with her own womanly heat. She stared at me, her hungry gaze locked on my exposed parts, her eyes huge.

She was ready to worship between my legs… and I was ready to make her mine all over again.

“Lick me, Ursula,” I demanded. “You know you want a taste of this juicy cunt. Go on, do it!”

Before I could say another word, she was on her knees at the foot of the bed. She slid both hands under my thighs, gripping them and pulling me towards her, burying her face in the pink folds of my love tunnel, probing deep inside me with her tongue, breathing hard through her nose.

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” I gasped — my excitement real, not faked. “You still know how to drive me crazy, you beautiful slut! I’m gonna come! Make me come, Ursula, send me to heaven! Oooh, God, yes! Yes!”

While her mouth was going crazy on my cunt, Ursula placed the tip of a finger on my anus, then pressed it into my arse with a single stroke. That was enough to make me come. It wasn’t a record breaker of an orgasm, but damned good under the circumstances.

She looked up, her cheeks wet with my fluids, and glared at me. “You fucking bitch. I ought to toss you out of this house right now, but I — I need you too much. Damn you, Misty.” She let out a deep sigh. “I can’t fire you. God knows I should… but I can’t.”

I felt a huge wave of relief. Ashley and I could still be together, in one fashion or another.

“Now let me lick you,” I said, standing up. “I can’t resist your cunt any more than you can resist mine. Take that robe off, get on the bed and spread your legs.”

She was quick to obey.  I pushed Ursula’s thighs apart, pressed my mouth against her pussy and went to town on her, giving the best oral I was capable of. She gasped and groaned as I worked hard to bring her to orgasm. It wasn’t long before she went rigid and let out a choked scream, clawing frantically at the sheets as she went over the top.

Suddenly an alarm went off in my head. Shit! Is Ashley still in her room? Did she hear us?

Rising to my feet, I pulled my camisole down to hide my still dripping pussy and tiptoed across the landing to her room. I knocked on the door and, hearing no reply, opened it and looked in. She wasn’t there.

“She’s gone to her piano lesson,” I reported back to Ursula, who had immediately understood why I’d left the room so quickly.

Her face was fraught with relief. “Thank God! What if she’d heard? Her heart would break all over again.”

“I know.”

“What are we going to do, Misty? I can’t help wanting you. The sex we have is just too fantastic for me to give up. But we have to keep it hidden from Ashley.”

“Then we can only enjoy each other after she’s gone to bed, and only in your room with the door locked.”

She nodded, thinking it through. “Agreed. But you can’t have sex with my daughter, not ever again. She’s too young. You’ll have to be satisfied with me.”

Fucking hell. Well, I suppose that’s the best I can hope for.

“I suppose you’re right,” I said, not meaning it for an instant. “I’ll just have to lead a secret life with you… though I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her.”

“I know,” said Ursula. “But that’s the way it’s got to be.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied me. “I’m going to trust you to behave yourself around Ashley. But if I catch you making love to her, I’ll ring up the police… and when that happens, don’t think you’ll get out of it by flashing your cunt at me. Understand?”

I felt my soul ache for the loss of my little lover — but there was nothing I could do. Gazing into Ursula’s eyes, I nodded. “Yes… I understand.”

*****

When Ashley came home and was informed that I wouldn’t be leaving after all, she hurled herself into my arms. I hugged her tightly while her mother looked on, then reluctantly released her, thinking that it might be the last intimate contact we’d ever have. Ashley’s mood had shifted from despair to total bliss, but I still had to tell her that our sexual adventures were over.

Later, when Ursula went to keep a manicure appointment, I sat down with Ashley in the drawing room.

“We need to talk,” I said. She looked apprehensive. “I’ve promised your mum that we won’t be having sex anymore.” Her face fell and she burst into tears. “I’m sorry, my darling. I still love you, though.”

“It’s not fair!” she wailed.

“She saw all the pictures we’d taken, both files, you and me.”

“Was she mad?”

“To be honest, not as angry as I thought she’d be. Your mother does appreciate beauty when she sees it, I suppose. She deleted some of them, the early ones, but then for some reason, she left all the rest.”

Ashley stopped crying, and sniffed. “Are you even allowed to kiss me?”

“On the lips, just briefly, like I’m your aunt or something.” I leaned in and kissed her, but let my lips linger for a moment. “A very friendly aunt,” I added.

She gave me a beseeching look. “Mum’s out. She’d never know if we…”

I silenced her with a firm shake of the head. “We got caught once. We could get caught again. Besides, I gave your mum my word.”

“That’s not such a big thing, is it?” Ashley pouted. “It’s just something you said to her…”

“Listen, sweetheart,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. “Back when I was drinking, I broke a hell of a lot of promises, and hurt a lot of people who I cared about. Some of them were lovers of mine. I’ve got to be a better person than that now. Understand?”

“I guess,” she mumbled. “It’s gonna be awful hard, though.”

“Listen, I’ll try to think of something. Just be patient, okay? At least I still have a job, and we can see each other every day. Let’s make that do for now. I… I still love you, my sweet angel.”

“Love you too,” said Ashley, and we exchanged a painfully brief hug.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Revolutionettes, Chapter 9

  • Posted on February 21, 2018 at 9:56 am

By Amanda

1797 – New York 

I opened my eyes to the morning light spilling through the windows. I sat up to find my bath drawn and Josephine standing at the tub. A bit perplexed, I stood and approached her.

She gestured to the tub and I got in, lowering myself into the water. I hardly believed it, but my mistress began to wash me. I dared not look at her nor speak, so I remained silent until she had finished.

I stood and she dried me. When she finished, she rang the servant’s bell. Hardly a moment passed before Sandra came into my room holding a beautiful blue velvet dress. She smiled as she approached.

“For me?” I whispered when she was close enough. She nodded her head.

Sandra helped me into the new dress and I turned to see myself in the looking glass. As I was admiring the gown, Josephine approached and removed my collar.

I lifted a hand to my neck, in shock. “My mistress, I beg you, don’t put me out.” I did not care if I got the glove for speaking out of turn.

She smiled broadly. “Do you know what day this is?”

I had to think for sometime before I realized that it had been exactly one year since I had come to live with her. “Our anniversary, my mistress.”

“All I have to teach is done in only one year, Elizabeth.”

I looked up at Josephine. She had not used my name, nor called my anything but whore or slut, in the longest time.

“Mistress?”

“I am setting you free, dear. It is time for you to come out from beneath my wing and take flight on your own.” She embraced me, but I was too shocked to respond in kind.

“I am to leave the house?” I finally said.

“If you wish,” she nodded. “I think it would do you good to strike out on your own now, make a go of your life.” She took my face in her hands. “But you may stay as long as you need. I shan’t throw you out on the street.”

I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had survived. I had come through this. It was a success on my part, and the first time I had felt that. I knew the things Catherine knew. I had seen what she had seen.

Josephine invited me down to have breakfast and I was given the seat at the opposite end of the table from her. She was treating me as an equal.

I desperately wished to speak as we ate, but I was so accustomed to my place I found I could not. In time Josephine saw my distress.

“You need not have my permission to speak, Elizabeth, dear.” Again she used my name. It sounded strange to me. I hardly recognized it as my own.

“I’m truly free, mistress?”

She nodded her head.

“I may wear clothing again?”

“Well I must say, I hope you don’t, but if you insist you may.” She was teasing me. “Would you like to go into town today?” she asked.

“If it pleases you, my —”

She held up a hand, stopping me.

I thought for a moment, almost afraid to say a word. “Yes,” I finally uttered, then, “Mistress?”

She looked up at me, smiling. “Dear, you may call me Josephine if you wish.”

“If it…” I stopped myself and simply nodded my head. “Yes, mistress.”

And that was exactly what we did. We rode into town then walked about the markets and neighborhoods, never far from the coach which followed behind.

I found myself walking in my usual place at her heel, my head lowered. More than once she had to pull me even with her and remind me to hold my head high. Each time she did, she told me I must be proud that I had completed her training where others had failed.

All of the shame, the humiliation, was somehow meant to give me confidence and strength. I did not understand how right away. But over time, the lessons I learned from Josephine became clear to me, and I find myself eternally grateful to her.

One of the things I first realized I had learned, though, was that I was not to be ashamed of my body nor my nakedness. And that I was to be ashamed of my desires no longer. I had endured every perversion I imagined possible, and what I wanted, what I truly wanted, seem to pale in comparison.

For years to come, I would ponder: certainly such wisdom could be imparted without such extreme measures, could it not? It would not be until I was much older that I would understand that perhaps this was true for a man. Taking what one wants, pride, confidence — these things seemed to come so naturally to men. I do not know if I believe women to truly be their lesser, or that we might be the weaker. But if such a hint of strength does reside within us naturally, it is fully squelched long before our earliest memories. For a woman, there was no greater shame than to feel lust. Our nakedness was to be hidden that none should ever see it. Our desires, if indeed normal women had them at all, could never be given voice, nor could we let slip our enjoyment of such earthly pleasures. Josephine used that. To shock us. For if we could overcome even the greatest humiliation and give voice to our most secret shame, surely nothing else could ever challenge us.

We arrived home late for dinner. However, we still ate, then I went to my room. I wondered how free I was now. Had she truly released me from bondage? Could I come and go as I wished? Most of all, could I make love as I saw fit?

Through the humiliations Sandra had always been as kind to me as she could. I found that I did not bear her any ill will. Truthfully, now that I was beginning to understand that this was over, I bore no ill will toward Josephine either.

I was not fully aware of it all yet, but I knew she was teaching me something. She was giving to me what she had given Catherine, and in turn what Catherine had given Maddy. My two greatest heroines.

I rang my servant’s bell for the first time… Ever. I still wore my lovely blue dress, but soon would trade it for a nightgown. I thought I might have time even now before Sandra arrived but I did not.

“You summoned me, miss?”

“I hate that you call me miss,” I told her. After what I had endured, I wanted only for her to call me Elizabeth.

“It’s not proper to call you by your name, miss, I am but a servant.”

“Not tonight.” I reached out and took her hand. I kissed her fingers and smiled up at her. “You need not be a servant tonight if you don’t wish it.”

Sandra withdrew her hand, a bit surprised. “I fear I mustn’t, miss. The Mistress would be cross.” She hurried away.

And that was my answer. She could only be a servant to me so long as I was in this house. I had not given up, though. I desired her, and if she shared that desire in any way, I would have her. In my time with my mistress I had come to believe I might be able to love that kindhearted maid.

The following morning I sat at breakfast quietly for sometime. At long last I drew a deep breath, mustering my courage, and spoke. “Mistress… may I take Sandra with me when I go?”

Josephine laughed to herself, then sipped her coffee. She did not seem to believe what I’d said. After some time, she finally spoke. “Do you think you love her?”

“Love? No, mistress.” I swallowed hard. “But I do care for her very much.”

“Indeed. Would you still care for her if she was a willing participant in all you’ve endured? If she herself had devised many of the torments?”

I felt a note of betrayal. Sandra had begged me to forgive her for the things she would do, but I wondered now if that had been a facade. Still, it was Sandra. And I found myself repeating the question. Would I care if she had been a willing participant? She had been so kind to me throughout it all, as kind as she dared be. And, as much as it pains me to say it, I do not think she was clever enough to lie so well.

“I think I would,” I finally said. “Was she?” I looked toward my mistress.

“Be serious, dear. Sandra has no heart for any of this. Which is what makes her so entertaining.”

I was relieved. I meant what I had said, but I was glad that I would not have to think about it.

“Elizabeth, you need to go out into the world and make your own way. She should be a part of your past, a fond memory in all of this, but there is yet a girl out there and she awaits you even now,” Josephine said as she sipped coffee.

I did not look deterred.

“But if you insist, dear, and she wishes it, then I shall simply find another assistant. Temperance is very capable. Were you not so taken with Sandra, I’d have used her as well.”

I’d guessed that much. My affection for the girl was obvious and I never attempted to make a secret of it, even though I was certain Josephine used it or at least tried to use it against me.

So, now it was that Sandra was left to make the choice. I could only hope that she would choose me. It was much to ask of her, but I had the money to support us both. I was sure we could make a go of it.

I joined Josephine in the parlor for a time and then we toured the grounds. I felt so different in a dress and walking with my head held high. When we returned to the house, I decided it was time to put the question to Sandra. I found her in the kitchen and asked her to come to my chamber.

Once we were both in my room and the door was closed, I smiled at her. I approached her and removed the hat she wore to hold her hair out of the way. Gently I stroked her hair and caressed her cheek with my fingertips.

“Sandra, I beg you, come away with me when I go.”

“I cannot, miss. The mistress —”

“The mistress has granted you your freedom if you want it.”

“And you wish for me to come with you, miss, as your maid?” Sandra asked.

“No, of course not. I want you to come as my lover. I have money and can take care of us. We can have a fine home and a servant of our own,” I told her. I hoped that this would tempt her.

“Oh, it sounds wonderful indeed,” she said with a smile. Then her face became sad. “But I’m afraid I couldn’t, miss… I have done such terrible things and I could never face you.”

It was then that I noticed she would not look me in the eye. My heart sank. I understood. It would have been better if she had been a willing participant, but she had not, and now simply could not face the things she had done.

“I begged you not to take fancy to me, miss. Now we must both nurse a broken heart. Mine for what I’ve done and what it’s cost me, and yours…”

“Then if you will not come with me, will you be mine until morning?” I asked her. I took her hand in mine and held it to my heart. “I think I should die if you say no. Do you feel it? My heart beats for you now.”

The girl slowly pulled her hand away and closed her eyes. A tear slipped down her cheek. “I mustn’t,” she whispered.

“But why? You need not feel any guilt.”

“Because I love you, miss,” she sobbed.

Sandra turned and left me there, my heart sinking.

I sat upon my bed crying. All that she had done, she had done while in love. As I sat there, I cried for her, for my torments seemed nothing at all in light of that. What horror it must have been to harm the one you love, knowing that if you do not, much worse should be visited upon you both.

I would have suffered the glove a thousand times over for Sandra if it spared her suffering. That was love, I supposed. But had she refused, the mistress would have taken it out on us both.

I also came to understand that Sandra had been broken. She hadn’t the spirit to do anything but what she did. She did not have the heart to move on to another life. She had made herself a slave. She would never allow herself to leave the mistress.

I decided I must leave Josephine’s home. I stayed there only one more week before I went back to Manhattan where I found a suitable room to rent. I began collecting my money again from the lawyer, and spent much of my days shopping, sipping coffees and teas at cafes, or drinking ale in taverns.

I was heartbroken without Sandra. I had so wished that she would come with me. I had foolishly dreamt out our lives. Two happy ladies, touring the city and living in a modest home. We would drink absinthe at night and spend our days enjoying our leisure.

I continued to go to the weekly tea party. The women, seeing I had been freed of my bondage, seemed to take on a new respect for me. This all went on for nearly six months before I tired of New York City.

I decided it was time for me to explore new horizons. For a time I wondered if I should not return to Philadelphia and try to help Catherine rebuild our sorority. I felt that I could do anything now. I had survived a year of hell and nothing was beyond my grasp.

In time I came to understand that Philadelphia was in my past. My future lay elsewhere. I had to move forward. I had a destiny awaiting me and I knew I could reach it.

Catherine had lawyers in Philadelphia, New York, Paris, and Amsterdam. I decided that for now I must choose one of those cities, and obviously this left me only Paris or Amsterdam. I chose Paris. It seemed to me that whenever one heard of debauchery, there was a Frenchman involved somehow.

Three days after making my choice, I collected all of my funds from Catherine’s lawyer and booked passage on a ship sailing between America and France. Journey by sea is a misery in itself, but I felt I had to move forward. For me, such a journey was not so unthinkable, as I did have the means by which to avoid the worst there was.

I said my goodbyes at the next tea party. I thought only Sandra might miss me if she knew, and I had written her a letter which I asked Josephine to deliver. Constance and Mary both wished me well, while the others said little or nothing. It did not matter to me. My destiny held the love and admiration of many in my future.

So when I boarded the ship, I smiled to myself. For some reason I was reminded of Alice’s cards. She said the Death Card represented great change, and it had, as well as warning of impending death. And so much change I had seen that indeed my future could not have been foretold.

I shall spare the most awful details of a journey at sea. Sailors are a filthy breed, and there is naught to drink but ale or rum for the casked water is foul long before the journey’s end. Food is edible only because one is starved, and one cannot properly wash nor enjoy a change of clothing for the whole time they are aboard ship. To imagine that in our modern world we could still be reduced to such as that humbles a body. Six weeks I suffered this, and was told at journey’s end I was fortunate that we had benefited from unusually fortuitous winds.

The first thing I did when I arrived on land was find an inn where I could bathe. After that I found a cafe and enjoyed as much water as I could hold and food which had not been salted.

Once I had my fill, I began to consider a plan for the future. A new century was about to dawn, and with it a new world for me and for any woman of like mind that I might meet.

After I arrived in Paris, I found my French was much too stale to be of use to me. Eventually I found a boy who spoke English, and paid him three cents per day to translate for me.

’Twas the boy helped me find a boarding house. I also took my money to Catherine’s lawyer. I told him what he needed to know to begin getting my allowance, and entrusted my fortune to him. He assured me that within only a few months I would have my income again.

I came to France unaware of the politics in the region. I had arrived during the last years of the revolution. There was so much upheaval that I hardly received any notice.

Lives were thrown into chaos, but for me it was heaven. I began searching for my new home. I knew what I wanted and what I would settle for. My boy was at my side at all times, translating for me.

It took a month to find what I wanted. And indeed I found what I wanted exactly. It was a small tavern with an apartment above it. It was in no way luxurious, but it was perfect for me. Yet again the nuns had not failed me.

I bought the tavern and the apartment above. I still had enough money left that I could easily open the tavern for business, but I was not ready yet. I had to find my clients. They would not know to come to me.

I wrote two letters the day after I moved into my new home. The first to Alice to tell her all that I had seen since I left her. Unlike my first letter to her, I spared not a detail.

I then wrote a letter to Catherine. I told her I had been in Josephine’s tutelage, knowing that I need not give her any further details. I asked her if she knew anyone in Paris who might be friendly to our type. I hoped Catherine would tell me more about her life when she wrote back, but I did not press her for details in my own letter.

I gave the letters to her lawyer and he promised to send them on the next ship. I would have to wait at least three months before I could even begin to hope I might see a return letter.

And so I waited those three months, and then another. Eventually a letter came from Alice. I desperately needed the information I had asked of Catherine, but hearing from Alice was no less exciting.

Catherine had given birth to a daughter, I read. She had hired a nanny for the girl and had begun to spend much of her time with Eliza in her home. There was talk of opening the tavern again, but even Alice knew that things there would never be the same.

Alice could see that something had changed in Catherine, and that she seemed not to have the heart for leading her sorority again. She was concerned for her daughter, apparently, and for how such a life as she had lived might affect the child.

Alice and Eliza had adopted a daughter of their own. Or Eliza had, at least. She absolutely refused to have a man and did not care what stares and whispers it might cause. She would have an heiress, and that was all that mattered.

She sent congratulations for my perseverance. She did not understand all I had endured, but she knew that it had been an ordeal many had failed. She also seemed to be quite intrigued by it all.

I wrote Alice back that very day. I hoped that we could correspond this way until we were both too old to write.

I thought Catherine had chosen not to respond to my letter, and after the fifth month passed I’d almost given up. It hurt not to hear from her but given she had a child I felt I understood.

I had gone to her lawyer’s office to receive my weekly allowance. I was about to leave when he stopped me.

“My dear,” he said, “I nearly forgot again. This arrived for you a month ago and I have simply forgotten to give it to you. I beg your forgiveness.”

It was a bulky envelope, penned in Catherine’s lovely hand. She had written. I smiled as I looked down at it, then thanked the lawyer, holding the letter to my chest. This was a wonderful day indeed.

I hurried home and sat at my desk, opening it with great excitement. I soon found myself saddened, however. Her words alone showed how much she had changed.

“My dearest daughter,” she wrote, “I hope this letter finds you well. I must congratulate you on your accomplishment at my mentor’s feet. You are stronger than you can imagine. I must confess that I myself tried to run away at one point. She caught me and I lost my courage, opting instead to face her discipline.

“I fear that my life has changed irreparably. I have borne a daughter, and my husband has left me, but refuses to grant me a divorce. He hopes to outlive me and take my fortune. I shall sell my soul for eternity before I ever let that happen.

“I am still the woman you knew me as, the wicked deviant you came to know, but my heart has been broken by the loss of my tavern and my dear girls. I simply haven’t the will to begin again. I think the time has come for me to pass the torch to another. Eliza seems a likely successor.

“As to your request for information — Paris is a place where I have spent much time. There are women who might be of interest to you. These may be able to help you find others. The first is Monique. She is only a year or two your senior. The second is Madame Annabelle La Granade. I have included a letter of introduction for both. Do not mix them up.

“Love forever, C”

As she promised, I found two letters within the larger envelope, both sealed. I dearly wished to see what they said, but did not open them.

The following day, I found Monique working as a trainer in the stables of a wealthy shipbuilder. I presented her the letter addressed to her and she read it carefully.

“Catherine…” she said quietly.

“Indeed.”

“I’ve not seen her in years.” She smiled. “I miss her.”

The young woman mounted a steed and looked at me. “Do you ride?”

“I fear I do not,” I responded.

Monique was wearing breeches and boots for riding, but I was in the blue velvet dress bought for me by Josephine. She offered her hand down to me and much to my dismay helped me into the saddle behind her.

We rode a time at a slow trot. I felt sure that at any moment I might topple from the saddle to the mud. When we stopped, Monique dropped from the saddle then helped me down.

“We can talk now,” she said, confident that we were far from any prying ears. “I am, as you must have guessed, of like mind to Catherine. But I lack the wealth to live as I would wish.”

“Are you married?”

“No, but I have barely escaped it.”

“How?”

“I told my fiancee that I was not a virgin,” she laughed. “Of course, it’s true, but I am untouched by men’s hands.” Monique sighed. “I am much older now than I was then. Such a thing would not serve to save me again.”

“Do you know others like us?”

“Scant few, I fear,” she said quietly. “But some. Paris is a big city, and surely there must be many. I simply do not know how to find them.”

She moved closer to me. “Be careful, girl. Revolution or not, being discovered as what we are would not end well for us. They may not burn or jail sodomites any longer, but that does not mean a woman of our proclivities mightn’t find herself deposited in an asylum. After all, we are women, and have no desires not given us by a man, or so it is said.”

“Indeed, tis dangerous everywhere,” I nodded. “Know that in the United States I likely would face the same, were I lucky, and hanging if not. I shan’t be careless.”

“I should hope not. If you are, you might cause many others undue misery.”

Then Monique pulled off her gloves and took my hand. “Forgive me, I have not properly greeted you.” She leaned down kissed my fingers. “It is my pleasure m’lady.”

I curtsied with a smile. It felt good to be treated so by a woman again.

“Are you a boy?” I asked her.

“If you mean, do I always dress in men’s clothes, then no. But I always treat a proper lady as should be.” She knitted her fingers through mine and we walked a time until we reached a creek.

“I wish to open a tavern where we might gather,” I confessed.

“Dangerous,” she observed, then turned to me. “But count me among your potential patrons.”

“I should be honored to have you.” I watched the water in the stream flowing silently past us. “Do you have someone special?” I finally asked.

“I did,” Monique said somberly. “But we were found out by her father. She has been sent to live with the nuns. I only just escaped his wrath.”

She picked up a stone and cast it on the water causing it to skip until it reached the far bank. “Elizabeth, France is an exciting and frightening place right now. Perhaps we could go unnoticed, or if failing that perhaps no one will care when everything has settled.” She took my hand and placed it on her arm, leading me back the way we’d come. “I will help you as I can.” She smiled as she spoke. “You are trying to bring what Catherine had here.”

“It’s my destiny,” I said.

“Destiny? You believe in such a thing?”

“Destiny is what you make it, and I choose this for mine.”

“Then I hope you succeed.”

Monique helped me into the saddle once we reached the horse, then mounted behind me, putting her arms around me to take the reins. I closed my eyes a moment and enjoyed the feeling of being in a woman’s arms.

We reached the stable again and she helped me down.

“I live at fifteen Rue de Moor,” I told her. “Below street level there is a tavern, and above that my house. You are welcome at any time.”

She smiled, and we said our goodbyes.

I would have liked to visit the Madame that same day, but it was late afternoon and I chose instead to return home. I ate at a cafe several blocks from my home, as I often would do, then walked back to the house. I took candles from the sitting room. There was a back stair that led from the kitchen into the tavern. I took these stairs and entered the tavern. As I did, I heard a rustling. Rumors often said the house was haunted by its former owner. I did not believe this, but every odd sound I heard amused me to think it could be his ghost.

The tavern had everything it needed, save a sign and drink. Chairs stood on tables in the small room and the bar was in beautiful condition. As I stood there with the ghosts of former owners looking over my shoulder, I closed my eyes and imagined the place full of women of every type. I pictured them drinking and making merry, with me presiding over them all.

It was the day of my twenty-fourth birthday when I took a carriage to meet the Madame. I approached her town home, the location where Catherine’s lawyer told me the woman spent most of her time, and rang the bell. A moment later a maid opened the door and looked me over.

“I’m here to see the Madame. I have this letter.” After I presented her with the letter, she allowed me to step into the entry hall where I waited as she took it to her mistress.

Quite a time passed before the maid returned. “Parlez-vous francais?”

I shook my head.

“Then I must translate,” she said, with a thick accent. I was concerned as I did not know how much the Madame’s servants knew.

I followed the maid to a sitting room where we found the Madame sitting before a fire in a high-backed chair. As the maid stepped close to her and whispered something in her ear, the Madame examined me carefully.

My hostess was an older woman. She wore no wig, as her hair was mostly white with her years already. She showed her age but not so much that her youthful beauty could not be recognized.

“The Madame says you may speak freely,” the maid said to me. “There are no secrets here.”

Again there was whispering. “Catherine speaks highly of you. That is why she has allowed you to come before her.”

“Madame,” I began, curtseying low before her. “I thank you for seeing me.” The maid translated as I spoke. “I come before you, a woman of like spirit to your own.”

The maid cut me off. “She knows why you are here. You seek others of like mind. She wants to know how she can help you.”

“I do not ask money from you or quarter. I need to know where I can find such women as us.”

The Madame began to laugh. “And you think me able to introduce you?” she said in English. The maid bowed her head and stepped back. “And to what end, girl?”

“It is my destiny.”

“Destiny? You think I might introduce you to the woman of your dreams?” She laughed again. “You will find your love on your own, I think.”

“No, Madame. No, ’tis not love I seek. What know you of Catherine’s home in Philadelphia?”

“I know she speaks of her girls. A number of women she indulges in much debauchery with.” She smiled. “You think you can do something similar here in Paris?”

“Why not?” I asked. “With some help, perhaps I can bring more of us together. Perhaps even enough that —”

“That what? You can fight in this revolution to live freely and openly?” She began laughing hard enough that it caused her to cough. “It shall never happen. You will do well to guard your secret jealously. Besides, you are but a child, how could you build such a gathering of women?”

“Through perseverance.”

“Ha! But such a thing takes money, and you do not seem to have that.”

“I have enough,” I told her. “I already own a tavern. It needs but drink and patrons.”

She stood, sticking her finger in my face. “Why should I risk my standing, my fortune, my life, for a child?”

“Because I can give others what you never had. Did you not long for such a place in your youth, Madame?”

“Reminding me of my youth will gain you no favor with me, girl,” she warned. “I endured twenty years with a husband I detested, all so I could appear normal. I have built my list of special friends over a lifetime. If I am to give it away to someone with high ideas, it shall not be on a whim.”

“A whim? Have you any idea what I have endured to come to this place?” I raised my head high. “Do you know of Josephine in New York?”

The woman nodded her head. “Of course I do. Anyone of breeding and similar desires knows of her.”

“I spent three years with Catherine in her home. And before that, I was as a wife to Madeline, a girl of Catherine’s. But most recently, I suffered a full year at Josephine’s feet. A whim? I mean to achieve my lofty goal and shall do it whether you help me or not. Now do as I ask or send me away, but do not question my dedication.”

The Madame laughed to herself, amused by my outburst. “A year? You survived the whole year?” She raised an eyebrow and sat back down on her chair. “I can’t say that I approve of her teachings. Much too… extreme. But indeed, that shows dedication.”

She opened a box on the table next to her and withdrew two cigars. The Madame gestured to a matching chair across from her. She then offered me a cigar which I happily took.

I knelt at the fire and withdrew a twig, lighting hers first and then my own. After tossing the stick back into the fire, I sat down and studied her carefully for any hint of what she might say next.

“I will provide two letters of introduction, just as Catherine did,” she said after much time.

I was disappointed, but two more names were better than none. I was going to do this, and if I was forced to find similar women only two at a time, then so be it.

We finished our cigars and the Madame, true to her word, wrote two letters of introduction for me. She gave them to me and I was shown to the door by the maid.

“You’re very fortunate,” the girl said to me once we reached the door.

“The letters?” I asked.

“No, I mean she does not speak English for everyone. She keeps her ability to do so quite secret.”

I soon found myself at my own home again. I had the two letters, which was better than nothing, but I was nowhere near what I truly wanted. I would have my destiny, though, no matter what I must endure.

I was about to go out to my favorite cafe to eat dinner when there came a knock at my door. Surprised, I opened it to find Monique standing before me smiling.

“So, this shall be our tavern then?” she asked before I could say anything.

I nodded my head and stood aside to let her in. “Would you like to see it?” I asked.

She smiled happily. I led her down the back stair and into the tavern. She stood quietly a time looking around, then turned to me.

“I think I should love it indeed,” Monique said. “But you must have a piano.”

“Would a guitar suffice?” I asked.

She opened her eyes wider. “Do you play?”

“Not terribly well, but a friend taught me.”

“A friend?” she asked, then flicked her tongue between her lips quickly.

I laughed and nodded my head. “Of a sort.”

Monique seemed quite pleased by this.

When she was satisfied with examining the tavern, we returned to my home and sat upon my sofa. “Would you like to have dinner with me?” she asked.

“That would be lovely.”

She took me to a cafe I had never been to before, though it was not at all far from my house. We ate and talked into the night, then took a carriage back to my home. After lighting candles about the sitting room, I turned to her.

“’Tis quite late, I fear. You may stay the night if you wish.”

She gave me an odd look, likely thinking I had more behind my offer than simply providing her a bed.

When I’d told her she could stay, I had not thought about making love to her. But seeing her there, looking a bit unsure, I began to consider it. And why shouldn’t I? I thought to myself. It had been so long since I had truly made love, not since my one night of freedom with Sandra.

“I shouldn’t,” Monique finally said.

I felt a bit of disappointment.

She turned to go, but then stopped herself. “It is so late and I have tomorrow all to myself.” After a pause, she smiled. “Do you mean to seduce me?”

Her question was so forward that it surprised me. Indeed the thought had occurred to me, I chuckled to myself. Monique was not an especially lovely girl but not at all homely either. I realized I must’ve taken on quite the wicked look in my eyes as I thought about her question.

“Would you fancy it?” I finally said.

She moved across the floor, coming close to me. “It’s been three years,” she whispered. “I am desperate for a woman’s touch.”

I was horrible. I hardly knew this girl at all, but there I was about to make love to her. What did it matter, though? I had done far more indecent acts than this. I leaned forward and kissed her, parting my lips and letting our tongues touch.

“Shall we retire?” I asked.

With an excited nod she took my hand, and I led her to my bed.

She wore a far simpler dress than I, and removing it was quite easy. Once she stood before me naked, I began to remove my own. We kissed and felt one another’s flesh. She was soft beneath my fingertips and I found myself trembling with excitement as I caressed her.

I bit and teased her nipples as she ran her fingers through my hair. Then I returned to her soft lips, drinking in her kisses. To make love again, to truly make love and not simply be the subject of someone’s perversions, it overwhelmed me with desire.

I nibbled at her neck while cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with my fingers. I kissed and licked her flesh. She giggled and sighed as I teased my way to her mons. There I rubbed my palm over her soft hairs and kissed her gently. I caught the scent of her sex and felt my belly tighten. I felt as if I’d not enjoyed such wickedness in a thousand years, and could hardly contain my excitement.

Monique drew a long deep breath when I clamped my lips about her clitoris. She moaned softly and I glanced up to see her eyes slowly closing.

I pressed my fingers into her sex. She was positively soaked and I dearly wished to drink her in. I ran my tongue along her sex, pressing it within her opening. She moved her hips with me, her fingertips stroking my hair as she did.

I reached within her and nearly instinctively bent my fingers back to feel a somewhat rough patch of flesh just behind her opening. As soon as I touched it, she gasped and pushed herself toward me.

“What’s this?” she whispered.

I did not know how to answer, but her reaction inspired me to rub with more pressure. Monique rocked her hips and threw her head back. She grasp at my head as I lapped at her sex. She was moaning loudly and I feared we might be heard. Still I did nothing to stop her.

She began grasping at the bed sheets, pulling at them. Her knees had raised and she dug her heels into the bed as I rubbed my fingers more quickly and suckled her clitoris. And then, so soon, all too soon, she cried out and drove her sex toward me. She moved her hips slowly, gasping and groaning.

I surprised myself at how long I was able to draw out her climax. She seemed to orgasm forever as I continued to suck her clitoris and press and release my fingers just behind her opening.

When she relaxed, her sex still spasming about my fingers from time to time, I rose up. Slowly I withdrew my fingers and kissed her softly as I climbed back to the head of my bed.

“What did you do to me?” she asked.

I did not know. I simply shrugged. “Only what I always do,” I finally said.

She looked up at me, half smiling and gazing into my eyes a time. “Have you ever been in love?” she asked.

“Once. Many years ago. Though I fear she so broke my heart I might never love again.”

“You need only want to love and you will find you can,” she said, stroking my cheek with the backs of her fingers.

Monique pulled me down and kissed me deeply. She then coaxed me to lie upon the bed and straddled my hips. She smiled down at me some time while she stroked my breasts and belly. I lay looking up at her, enjoying her gentle touch. I was indeed randy, there is no doubt, but lying there neath the softness of her fingers I felt no need to rush.

In time she leaned forward and began kissing me again. Our tongues met and I closed my eyes. She kissed my chin, my throat, and down to my breasts, licking and nibbling my nipples.

She drew her tongue along my belly and elicited giggles from me when she swirled it about my naval. As she kissed and licked, her fingers explored my folds, and when at last I felt her tongue upon my magical knot of flesh, I groaned loudly, pushing myself toward her.

Understanding what I had done to her, she crooked her fingers within me and began rubbing against that spot just within my opening. I felt my eyes roll up as I pressed my head against the pillow. I had never felt anything quite like this before.

I rocked my hips with her and pushed myself up, looking down at the girl as she worked at my sex. I found that I loved to watch her head moving as she gave me that devilish kiss.

As my climax drew near, I could no longer hold myself up. I slid back down to the bed and pulled up my legs, folding them about Monique’s head. I was gasping and moaning as she drew me nearer, until at last my orgasm burst forth and I cried out. I felt I had no control over myself as waves of pleasure washed through me.

In time I relaxed again and closed my eyes. Monique moved to lie next to me and draped her arm over my chest, pulling herself close.

“It was everything I’d hoped,” she said quietly. I simply nodded my head and we went to sleep, naked and uncovered.

The next morning we dressed and I saw her out. I stood in the door and watched her depart. I was about to go back inside when I caught sight of the woman who lived next door to me. She had been sweeping the sidewalk in front of her house, but now stood glaring between Monique and I.

I felt a bit of trepidation, but after only a moment of her stare I smiled and waved happily as if I’d not noticed the woman’s harsh look. Her face softened slightly, and she returned to her sweeping.

Continue on to Chapter 10

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.

Continue on to Part Two

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.

 

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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.

Continue on to Chapter 14

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

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