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Julie’s Burning Temptation

  • Posted on March 31, 2018 at 10:06 am

By Cassandra Blue

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

The book was open on Julie’s lap as she sat in the living room, but her eyes were not on the book. As a matter of fact, the last two pages she had read had not even been retained. There was a distraction, a distraction in the form of a girl, the girl she was watching for the summer. And watching she was. And it aroused her, and it disturbed her. How could she be attracted to a girl so much younger than herself? It was one thing to be attracted to girls, to have had lesbian experiences, and to have fantasies and desires, but to be seventeen and feel desire for an eleven-year-old girl, that was another.

Outside, in the bright sun, young Amanda and her friend Jenny were in their bathing suits, running back and forth, jumping over the lawn sprinkler. Julie was seated at the end of the couch, right by the window, and all she had to do was turn her head to see the two girls cavorting there in the front yard. Julie, herself, was wearing an oversized t-shirt and baggy pants. She wore glasses and her auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was fair-skinned and there was not even a hint of a tan on her creamy complexion. But Amanda, such a shapely young thing, was tanned dark, her brown hair long and wild and sun-streaked. She was the beautiful little girl that Julie, in her own mind, had never been. She was also a child, something that Julie had to keep reminding herself, for Julie herself had been robbed of her childhood fairly early on.

It would not have been so difficult for Julie to fend off these desires if Amanda had not been flirting with her so much. At least, that was the way it seemed to Julie. The flirting was subtle in nature, nothing overt, which made it all the more confusing, and Julie had to wonder if she was imagining it all.

The activity stopped in the front yard and Julie looked down at her book, went back two pages, and began to read again. But then the front door opened and Amanda came in, and she stood by the door in her bikini, smiling at her teenage sitter as she dried herself up and down. Julie tried to avert her gaze from the perfect beauty of the little girl’s body. She felt a tingle down below as she watched Amanda rub the towel between her silky smooth thighs.

“Have fun?” Julie asked her.

“Oh, yeah,” Amanda replied. “It felt so good.”

“I’ll bet. Should I make some lunch? Tuna sandwiches?”

“Sure. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Amanda disappeared into the back of the house. Julie went to the kitchen and found the tuna with no problem, opened a couple of cans and got out the mayo. She mixed the tuna with the mayo in a bowl and made four sandwiches, adding dill pickles to the ones intended for Amanda and putting them on a separate plate. She sat at the kitchen table and began to eat. Time passed as she waited for Amanda to join her.

“Amanda?” she called, but there was no response. She got up from the kitchen table and walked to the back of the house, approaching Amanda’s bedroom door. The door was slightly ajar, open to a small crack. “Amanda?” she asked softly. She heard a soft whimper and she pressed her fingers to the door, pushing it open. Her eyes widened there in the doorway, she felt her heart pound and she gasped.

There, sprawled out on her back, atop the beach towel on the bed, completely naked and looking up into Julie’s eyes, Amanda was openly masturbating. There was nothing subtle about this. Her legs were spread wide, tensed, the toes pointed, and her fingers were rubbing at her pussy. Unmistakable, unbelievable but unmistakable. And Julie could do nothing but stand and stare.

“Hi,” Amanda said. “I just wanted to…”

Julie backed away, closing the door and pressing against the opposing wall. She gathered herself and hurried to the bathroom. She took off her glasses, ran water in the sink and splashed her face with it. She looked up into the mirror and saw herself trembling. She dried her face, put her glasses back on, and left the bathroom. She walked past Amanda’s bedroom door and went to the living room. She sat down on the couch and curled up in the corner of it. She heard Amanda’s door open and she looked up.

The eleven-year-old was wrapped in her beach towel. She walked slowly toward Julie. She stopped a few feet in front of her and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Julie.”

“Don’t be sorry. You just should have closed your door all the way, and locked it.”

“But I wanted you to see. I thought you might… like it.”

“Why?”

“Because I heard that you like girls.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“I can’t tell you that. Is it true?”

Julie hesitated. She bit the nails on her left hand and stared down at the floor. The floor held no answers. She looked back up and saw a smile spread across the younger girl’s lips.

“Yes, it’s true. But I don’t know why you would want me to watch you… watch you…”

“Play with myself?” Amanda watched as Julie nodded and she looked down at the floor, perhaps seeking answers there herself. “Because I thought you might want to touch me. I wanted you to touch me. Me and Jenny touch each other sometimes, but she doesn’t like to touch in… you know… private places. But I thought that you…”

Amanda stepped forward, right up to the edge of the couch, and dropped the towel. Julie looked away, but the child’s gentle hand caressed her cheek and eased her face forward. Julie looked up. She could not believe what was happening.

“You’re just a little girl.”

“No. I’m a big girl.”

Julie closed her eyes, feeling Amanda’s fingers stroke her cheek, and then felt the girl take her hand and felt it being pressed against the smooth pussy mound. The fingers that had guided her hand there left it there and returned to Julie’s cheek. And Julie opened her eyes, looking up into Amanda’s blue eyes. As if guided by an unseen force, Julie’s hand began to caress the beautiful little girl’s pussy. Her fingers brushed against the hood of the clit and she felt and saw Amanda tremble.

“Do you want to go to my mom’s room?” Amanda asked softly.

She took Julie’s hand and the teenager got up and was led to the back of the house, into the big bedroom at the end of the hall, and it was there that Amanda asked her if she wanted to get undressed.

“Do you want me to?” Julie asked.

“Yes, but only if you want to.”

Julie looked down into Amanda’s face. She was so relaxed, this young girl, and her eyes had such a soft expression. There was a tender smile that made Julie feel warm inside. She did not say anything. There was nothing to say. It was a case of either undressing or not undressing. She took off her glasses and set them on the top of an old dresser. She turned to Amanda and took off her t-shirt, then her baggy pants. She slipped her arms out of the bra-straps and twisted it around, baring her large, round breasts, and unfastened the bra, allowing it to fall. Then she slipped her panties down and stepped out of them.

“Why don’t you let your hair down?” Amanda asked.

Julie reached around to the back of her head and loosened her hair from the band. She let her full auburn hair fall around her shoulders and then she stood there and let Amanda look her up and down. Julie was a big girl, shapely and filled out just right. Her skin was fair, but creamy and smooth, without a blemish.

Amanda’s expression became even more tender. She stepped right up to Julie and reached out, grasping her arms, guiding the older girl back towards the bed. Julie sat and spread her legs to accommodate Amanda, who pressed herself against the teenager.

Julie embraced Amanda’s petite body, kissing the smooth flesh of her young chest. It was then that Amanda took Julie’s face in her hands and leaned down, pressing her lips to Julie’s mouth. It was a sweet kiss, turning from timid to bold, from uncertain to passionate. And with a steadiness that betrayed her feelings about right and wrong, Julie relaxed completely.

“Make love to me,” Amanda said.

The world seemed to be spinning about them as Julie kissed the girl again, then swept her off the floor and onto the bed. She once again felt as if she was being guided by an unseen force, but it was her mouth that moved against Amanda’s mouth, then against her neck and her shoulders. They were her hands that caressed the girl, caressed her up and down and held her as Julie moved on top of the girl, her breasts falling against Amanda’s small, barely noticeable buds. She moved down, kissing those buds and sucking on the small nipples. And Amanda began to breathe heavy. The wonderful, smooth, sun-bronzed tummy felt good against her lips as she moved even further down, and she spread the shapely legs further apart as she got closer and closer to Amanda’s warmest place.

As soon as she lay eyes on the girl’s beautiful pink petals, seeing the moisture that beaded on them, Julie felt herself become very aroused, and she lowered her mouth to Amanda’s pussy with great care. She did as Amanda had said. She made love to her. With tongue and lips she explored the sweet little pussy, taking delight in every movement, every soft whimper or moan that expressed Amanda’s growing pleasure. She took her time, relishing every moment, and when she did focus directly on the girl’s clitoris, she did so gently and slowly, seeking just the right way to make it feel the best for the little girl.

She found it. Flattening her tongue against the swollen clit, she wiggled it back and forth and Amanda moaned loud, as if to say, “That’s it, right there, like that,” and Julie stayed right there, at first slow and easy, then faster and harder. Amanda’s body was moving rhythmically, her hips beginning to grind, and then she tensed, holding her breath, and Julie listened and held on, eager with anticipation. The girl exhaled, not quite there, but she put her fingers in Julie’s hair, and held her head there, and then took in another great breath. Her body tensed, then seized, and a cry emitted from her mouth as her legs came together, holding Julie’s head in a hot vice grip as her body rose off the bed. The orgasm was so intense that Julie could not believe it, and it sent chills down her spine to hear Amanda’s animal-like cries.

When finally Amanda lay back, relaxed on the bed, panting, Julie lifted up and moved up alongside the beautiful girl and smiled at her.

“Th-that was… incredible…” Amanda said breathlessly. “I’ve never had one like that.”

Julie’s own pussy was very wet and she wanted so much to touch it, but she was hesitant. This had all been directed by Amanda so far, nearly everything that had happened, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“What do you want to do now?” Julie asked, after listening to Amanda catch her breath.

“I want to make love to you.”

“To me?”

“Yes.”

Julie lay back and Amanda climbed on top of her, kissing her on the mouth, the cheek, the neck, her movements just a bit awkward, and Julie stroked her hair.

“Take it easy, sweetie,” she whispered. “Just pretend I am you, and do it just the way you would want it.”

Amanda took a breath and relaxed, and the awkwardness seemed to leave her. Her kisses and caresses were more certain, more fluid, and their warmth and moisture found their way to Julie’s breasts. It was here that Amanda stopped and looked up, painting Julie’s face with her eyes, as if to ask what to do with them. Julie placed Amanda’s hands on the full, round globes of flesh.

“Just squeeze them softly,” Julie whispered,”and then lick and suck on my nipples.”

Amanda did as she said, and it was here that the returning awkwardness actually added to the girl’s touch, giving it a gentleness that Julie had never before felt from another human being.

“Do you like my breasts?”

“Yes. They’re so big and round.”

Amanda suckled on the nipples as they got hard between her lips. Her teeth grazed them gently and the sensation was wonderful. Julie didn’t say another thing to Amanda for a long while. Amanda stayed with the breasts for a long time, admiring them with every touch, and when she moved down, kissing Julie’s tummy, her fingers remained to play with Julie’s nipples a bit longer, as if drawn to them.

When Amanda came to the small bush of reddish hair at the base of Julie’s belly, she looked up, but Julie was not looking down at her, and she just had to go by instinct. She spread the lips of the older girl’s pussy, much bigger than her own, and lowered her mouth to lick it. She knew where to lick. She knew where the clit was, and found it with her tongue. The pussy was so wet that the teenager’s juices coated the little girl’s chin.

For Julie, it did not take long. She was so aroused already that Amanda’s licking took her to the top almost immediately. She tried to hold off, but the girl’s tongue was relentless, and she came, her moans filling the room as she bucked against Amanda’s mouth, grabbing the back of the girl’s head rather roughly. When the sensations subsided, she relaxed and looked down at Amanda tenderly.

“Sorry,” she said. “It just felt so good.”

“Really?” the girl grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes. You ate my pussy just right.”

Julie took her time to relax, and when Amanda was lying beside her once again, they turned face to face, fondling and touching each other for a long time. With Amanda sucking on her nipples, Julie reached between those silky thighs and played with that sweet hairless pussy until the girl lay on her back, very aroused. And this time Julie was right there, looking into Amanda’s face when the orgasm came. The look on the girl’s face was radiant. The furrow of her eyebrows, the flush of her cheeks, the way her lips parted and formed a perfect “o” as she moaned. It was not quite as intense, but then it didn’t have to be. It was right for the moment.

After a few moments, when Julie thought they were done, Amanda stood up and reached for the lower drawer of her mother’s dresser. She opened the drawer and pulled out a box which she set on the bed and opened. Inside the box were two vibrators and a dildo. Julie smiled at Amanda and Amanda smiled back.

“Someone’s been nosy,” Julie said.

“Wanna play with them?”

The two girls lay side by side, each with a humming vibrator, and rubbed them on their pussies. They were very close together and could look into each other’s eyes as they played. Both girls grew excited, but it was Amanda, who was inexperienced with such things, that came first, gripping the vibrator between her thighs as she seized up and cried out in ecstasy. Then she lay on her side, watching Julie intently.

“Amanda?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna fuck me?”

“What?” Amanda gasped, her eyes large with surprise. “How?”

“Put that other thing inside me and pump it in and out.”

Amanda grabbed the dildo and looked at it. She grinned. “Is a dick really this big?”

“Some. Some are even bigger.”

Amanda took hold of the shaft and pointed the head at Julie’s pussy, pressing at it. Julie reached down, taking it for a moment, and guiding it into her own vagina. It was a tight fit, the dildo felt huge, but it felt good.

“Now, just slowly in and out.”

Amanda did as she was told, guiding the rubbery dong in and out of her teenage sitter’s wet pussy. Julie smiled, pressing the head of the vibrator against her clit and putting her arm around Amanda, drawing her close. Amanda began suckling on the nearest nipple as she fucked Julie with the dildo, and with Julie’s knee between her thighs, riding up against her pussy, she began to grind her hips against it.

The room filled with a rush of breeze as the girls lay breathing heavily, moving in unison as lips sucked nipple, pussy rubbed against leg, and hand guided dildo in and out. And the sweat and juices flowed and Julie’s moans grew stronger. And Amanda rested her head on Julie’s shoulder, looking up at at the older girl’s face, feeling her own pleasure mounting along with Julie’s.

“Oh, god,” Julie gasped, tightening every muscle. “Faster, go…oh,” and she exploded, crying out loud and strong as the orgasm lifted her off the bed. Amanda watched Julie’s face, glistening with sweat, contort and turn from side to side, and Amanda went over the edge right then and there, gripping Julie’s thigh between hers and wriggling, moaning with her mouth against Julie’s breast. As they came together, their bodies entwined, it did not seem to matter how old they were, who was older and who was the child, for both were feeling the same pleasure, and when it was over, they stayed that way for a time, the toys discarded but their affection remaining.

“We’d better clean up soon,” Julie said, “Your mom will be home in an hour or so.”

“Is it that late?” Amanda looked at the clock and sighed. She smiled.

“Time does pass quickly when you’re having fun. But let’s just stay here a while longer.”

Amanda leaned over Julie and they kissed.

“We should do this again real soon,” Julie said.

“Yeah,” Amanda said, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Julie smiled, “Yes, definitely tomorrow.”

The End

Revolutionettes, Chapter 13

  • Posted on March 29, 2018 at 6:23 am

By Amanda

1802 – Paris

The final day of my party. I hated for it to end but I had to decide what I would do. Josette was still my primary idea for the end of the night, but perhaps it would be just as exciting for the women to see Alice violated with my dildo. That seemed, however, like an anticlimax for my first party. On the other hand, Josette would be something to live up to indeed if ever I had such a get-together again.

As the ladies and the boys talked and mingled, I went to my bedchamber and rang my servant’s bell. Soon enough Josette arrived and curtsied. I smiled at her and took her hand, placing it on my elbow. I escorted her to my bed where I sat her down. “I will not force you to do anything, dear. But I do hope you will let me use you in my show tonight.”

She looked away, blushing. I was concerned, but at least she had not refused outright. Eventually she turned toward me. “What would they think of me then?” she asked. “It’s just so awful.”

“They will love the show. Believe me, they will be jealous of you, that you are the one in the show. That you get to be the special one I make love to.”

“And what will you think of me?”

“Do you mean, will I fall in love with you?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry child, that is something I cannot offer. There is already someone else in my heart.”

“Am I to just go on being your maid afterward?”

“I would hope that from time to time we might indulge ourselves, but I’m afraid that, yes, you still would be my maid.”

“It’s not so horrible as I thought,” Josette said quietly. “Sandra was the first I ever made love to and it was…” She shrugged and kept her eyes averted. “Oh, how wicked am I…”

I patted the girl’s hand. “I will tell you what someone very dear to me once told me. Women like us are not wicked. Wickedness breeds only hate and misery. You felt pleasure and joy, and that simply cannot be wicked.”

“But, madame, such things… they are not for a proper lady to enjoy.”

“They most certainly are,” I corrected. “Am I not a lady?”

“You are like no other woman I have ever known. You speak with a freedom that I fear and you live without apology. But indeed, I think you a lady.”

“Tonight, my show, it is just for fun. Meant to excite them all. But for us, for you and I, it is a chance to enjoy something that we perhaps might never have another chance to enjoy. Once these three days are done, life will become very ordinary again. You will return to your regular duties and I, I will return to my tavern, my ships, and sitting about the house hoping to find something to entertain me.”

Hearing myself speak I felt a bit sad. I truly did not want my life to return to the humdrum, but I had little choice.

“If I do this, will you keep me always?” she asked. “I could not bear to be sent away after we did it.”

“Of course, dear. For as long as you want. I’m very happy with you,” I reassured her.

She nodded her head absently.

“Truly I feel bad that you’ve missed most of the party. We could have had fun scandalizing the ladies,” I teased.

Josette giggled.

Her queries weighed on me a bit, though. Should I go ahead and do this with her, even if I were later displeased with her service, I could not turn her out. Serving in my home, she had a measure of freedom and could have the comfort of not being looked down upon. But were she to go elsewhere, she would be in the conventional world, a world of expectations of marriage and all the ordinary things that were required even of a servant girl. If we did this, it would require a long-term commitment on my part.

“You have always been so good to me, madame,” she smiled. “I think that perhaps I should like to give you my virginity.”

“And do you know what happens?”

“It hurts some, they say. And I’ll bleed.”

“I’ll be gentle with you, but there is only so much I can do for the pain. Perhaps a drink of rum will help.”

We talked a short time longer before I sent her down to prepare the table for dinner, and I myself joined the others.

Alice, not surprisingly, was entertaining my guests with a guitar and song. I stood watching her and cheered for her when she finished. It seemed to take me back to another time in my life. A time when I was someone I scarcely recognized now.

I had a worldliness about me now. I knew things that most other women would never dream. Even my guests could not fully understand all the things I had seen and done in my life. Perhaps there was something of Catherine in me. I felt I might have begun to gain her strength, her freedom.

I was mingling with my guests when Monique approached me. I had scarce had time to speak to her. I smiled and hugged her close. “I’ve missed you, dear,” I said quietly. I still had such an affection for her.

“You’re making all of your dreams come true,” she said with a smile. “I feel so fortunate to be counted among your friends.”

“I feel the same. I think my life is richer for having you in it.” I took her hand and placed it on my elbow, then escorted her to my courtyard. “So tell me, have you anyone special?”

She hesitated a moment. “I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “There is a girl, one of the servants. She seems receptive, but I just am not sure.”

“Well, you must take care. You wouldn’t want your employer to find out anything that might hurt you,” I warned.

“Indeed.”

We walked slowly around the perimeter of my yard not saying anything. I was simply enjoying having her on my arm.

“I think I shall make my intentions more clear to her when I get home,” said Monique.

“I hope that she responds favorably,” I replied. “But if not, and you must leave there, then know you will always have a safe home to come to. I have plenty of guest rooms and would happily put you up in one of them.”

“You could put me up anywhere, but you must also promise me at least one night with you,” she teased.

I smiled, but if I got what I truly wanted such a thing simply would not be possible.

We returned to the party and I found Josephine. I needed a favor from her so I found a private corner to talk to her in.

“Tonight I’m going to put on a bit of a show for you all,” I began.

“The servant girl, right?”

I nodded. “After dinner is over, I’d like to make an entrance of sorts. Would you please lead them out so that Josette and I can come into the parlor with all eyes on us?” It was so vain, but I did not care.

“Of course Liz.” She smiled and patted my arm. We then returned to the party. There was drink and more of Josephine’s hemp to smoke. We enjoyed it while waiting for dinner.

Just before dinner, I sent Josette to take my largest pillows and lay them out on the floor of the second floor party hall. I had no stage, but this would do. When she finished, I snuck to my room and retrieved my dildo then took it to the second floor and hid it under one of the pillows.

Then dinner was served and I sat at the head of the table making polite conversation with my guests. They blushed and giggled about what we’d done the night before. Many speculated on what this night’s big event might be.

I teased them, hinting at how scandalous it would be, but I did not reveal my plan. We sat drinking wine and becoming more drunk while Josette nervously served us.

When I felt it was time to treat them to the show, I stood and tapped my fork against my glass. “Ladies and gentlemen…” I looked around the table. “If you will all kindly retire to the parlor, I will send for you in just a few moments. We have quite a treat for you indeed.”

Slowly they got up and began filing out to the parlor, but I stopped Josephine and whispered in her ear. “If you would wait for just ten minutes and then bring them to the second floor, I’ll be ready.”

She smiled and nodded.

Josette had started to remove the dishes but I stopped her. I told her to have the cook finish clearing the table and whisked her away to my room. I would have liked to put her in a fine dress that I could easily remove from her, but I simply had not decided in time what I was going to do. Instead I put her in my loveliest nightgown and I removed my own dress, leaving only my underclothes.

We then hurried to the second floor and stood before the pillows just in time for the ladies to begin arriving at the top of the stair. I encouraged them to gather round me but said very little until they had all arrived.

Finally I said, “Here it is, the last night of our gathering. I trust you have enjoyed yourselves thus far, but tonight is the grand finale. I give you all my lovely maid Josette. She is a dear creature, and as you can see, lovely indeed. But can you imagine? She’s a virgin, and in my very own home.”

There was a giggle from the audience.

“Well, not to worry. I shall alleviate her suffering this very night.”

I took Josette in my arms and kissed her. She seemed nervous and I assumed the tremble I felt in her was not from erotic excitement. I held her back from me slightly and looked into her eyes. She tried to shy away, but I would not let her.

“Give yourself to me,” I whispered.

There was a long pause before at last she nodded her head. “Oui, madame, I am yours to do with as you please.” She spoke quietly but not so low that she was not heard, and what she said seemed to excite my guests.

I slowly slipped the nightgown over her head and off, then coaxed her to her knees on the pillows, leaving her naked. She swallowed hard and seemed unsure but did not stop me. Again I kissed her. I cupped her breasts in my hands and nibbled at her neck. I was listening as her breath grew faster.

I eased her to her back, kissing her as I did. I lapped at her nipples and teased them with my teeth. I returned my attention her soft throat. Eventually I began to make my way down her body. I paused to tongue her belly button, then stopped only upon reaching her mons. I nibbled at it and rubbed my hand over the silky hairs that grew there. Had I this to do over again, I’d have shorn her from her neck to her feet. But it mattered little.

I glanced up to see her with her eyes closed. I smiled and pushed my tongue into her sex. She drew a deep breath and lifted her knees. I slipped my fingers into her and stimulated what I had come to think of the magical patch of flesh behind her pubic bone.

She was rocking her hips. I wanted to draw her close. I hoped that this might help her when I finally donned my dildo.

Josette tangled her fingers in my hair, and I sensed that she was getting very close. I stopped and she nearly gasped. I pulled my dildo from beneath the pillows. I removed the remainder of my clothing and stood to put it on. Some of the women began to whisper. I had not thought before that this might be the first time some of them had seen such a thing.

As I buckled the straps, I looked down to see Josette’s trusting eyes watching me closely. With a smile I knelt back down and kissed her. I slipped the dildo between her legs and teased her sex with it.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

The girl nodded.

I pushed the dildo against her opening and waited for her to exhale the breath she was holding. When at last she did, I pushed into her gently yet quickly enough to have it done in a single motion. She squealed and dug her nails into my back.

Slowly I slid the device in and out of her, trying to build her need for release back up again. She closed her eyes, and with each thrust I could see that she still felt a bit of pain but was clearly building an orgasm within her.

Josette clawed at my bottom, encouraging me deeper and faster. I obliged, pushing as deep inside as the device would go. She tore at my back, and I’ve no doubt she drew blood. She raised up her legs and wrapped them about my waist. I covered her mouth with my own and wrestled with her tongue as our pace grew ever faster until at last she threw her head back and cried out.

I pushed deep, then drew out in a slow stroke before pushing in deeply again. Each time I did, she grunted or gasped.

When at last it was finished, I sat back. There was a spot of blood on one of the pillows and with a smile I held it up for the audience to see. There was a cheer and clapping, and finally Josephine gathered them all and ushered them down to the parlor.

“Well, that was wonderful,” I said to Josette as the room emptied.

The girl gazed up at me, still seeming shy and demure. “What of you, madame?”

“Oh, that does not matter right now. Come, we must mingle with our guests.”

I helped her to her feet, then removed the dildo and left it on the pillows before taking her on my arm and leading her to the parlor.

As soon as I opened the door, Josephine shouted, “Hear, hear! I give you Madame Jordan and her lovely companion Josette!”

There was clapping and they all moved toward us, offering hands for shaking or taking mine and kissing my fingers. And of course I did not let them forget Josette, as thanks to her willingness this had all been.

The following morning the women would leave, but that night they began to find places in the parlor to make love. Their hesitance of the night before seemed altogether gone, and they were more than willing to be seen in the throes of passion.

I took Josette to a sofa in the middle of the room and sat her down. Josephine had my dear Sandra occupied, and I was dying for release. I pulled Josette on top of me as I kissed her and stroked her back with my fingers. We both were nude.

She pushed herself up and looked down at me, a bit unsure. “Madame?”

“Come now, surely you know what to do.”

“Oui.” She kissed my breasts and bit at my nipples. She had done this only once, but seemed to take great care with me. I stroked her head absently as I enjoyed her touch. I ran my hands to her shoulders and back up, letting my mind run free with fantasy.

The feeling of her tongue on my sex washed over me gently, and I closed my eyes. She was timid at first but the longer she was between my thighs the more at ease she seemed.

Her fingers slid up into me and I groaned. She had paid enough attention to know about the flesh behind my pubic bone. As she tapped her fingers against it and lapped at my clitoris I rocked with her.

Josette began sucking hard on my magical knot of flesh while driving her fingers as deep as she could. My orgasm rushed through me. I ground my sex against her hand and tongue.

When the pleasure subsided, I pulled on Josette’s shoulder and we drew close together on the sofa. I kissed the back of her neck. “Thank you.” I whispered.

She tightened her grip on my arms but said nothing.

* * * * *

Josette awoke first and set about preparing for breakfast. When she got up, I awakened and simply lay alone on the sofa staring at the ceiling. I was feeling actual jealousy over Sandra. I would have much preferred to have left Josette to my mistress and taken Sandra instead, but that was not what had happened.

As the other women began to stir, I decided that perhaps I should dress before coming to table. I got up and went to my room where I donned a fine silk dress. I returned to the dining hall finding Josette setting the table. I then went to my parlor. Most of the women were still sleeping. There had been much drink the night before. Some were up and dressing themselves.

Sandra stood and pulled her dress together, then began tying it. She pulled the outermost layer of it on and turned toward the door.

“Sandra,” I called in a loud whisper.

She turned, looking to see who had spoken. When finally she noticed me, I nodded my head and gestured for her to approach.

The maid came and started to kneel before me, but I pulled her onto the sofa. She shied from my eyes and even my touch as I reached out toward her.

“Please, miss,” she said quietly.

“Sandra, stop,” I ordered. My voice was low but my tone was harsher than she had ever heard. “Look at me, girl.” I took her chin in my hand, turning her face to me.

“I have never wanted another as I want you now,” I told her.

She swallowed hard.

“Sandra, even after all the time we’ve been apart, I still ache when I look upon you. I yearn for you.”

“But, miss, please. I am a horrible woman. How can I ever be forgiven for what I’ve done to you? For what I’ve done to them all?”

“Do you not remember? I forgave you before you ever did it,” I said. “That is all you need. Now you must forgive yourself.” I stroked her cheek softly. “You did what you had to do. But I will free you from all of that.”

“Free…” she whispered.

“Yes, free. I want you with me Sandra. I want you to come here and live with me.”

“As your lover?” she said quietly.

“Of course.”

“And if you tire of me?” she asked. “You live a most exciting life. You could have any woman you want. They would all be happy to indulge you. What will I do if I come to seem ordinary?”

“If you stay with me, your life will always be carefree. I will see to you even if we are no longer lovers. You have my word.”

I meant it too. It would not at all be difficult to afford her an allowance.

She seemed to contemplate this.

“Is that what you fear?” I asked.

“Indeed, miss.” She lowered her eyes. “I am not at all what the mistress would have me be. I am very simple. I do not desire such as she, as you.”

“You think I crave that discipline even now? I do not. I like simple. Holding hands, a kiss, lovemaking by moonlight in my own bed. The simple things. Sandra. I want a wife and perhaps someday a child.”

“Even the mistress could not compel me to know a man,” she insisted.

A spark of hope ignited in me. Defiance. Even Sandra, somewhere deep within her, had the ability to defy.

“And I would not try, either. But we need not birth a child ourselves. Many are the children in Paris without mother or father.”

“And if we take one in, then who shall be the father?” she asked me.

“Neither of us.”

“And your parties, miss? Would you use me in your shows?”

“I shall not use you at all,” I assured her. “You’ll not be made to do anything you do not want to do.”

“What of Josette? She is fond of you.”

“As I am of her. But you are the one I want.” I stroked her hair. “Sandra, what do you fear in leaving the mistress?”

“I’ve never been free,” she said quietly. “Since I was a child, there has been my mistress to guide me.”

“Were you ever her student?” I asked.

“Not as you were. She used… different means with me.”

I wondered what Sandra meant.

“Let me guide you now. I’ll show you to your new life, your life as a free woman.”

“I could never be free,” she confessed in tears. “I have so long been her servant, her entertainment, I know nothing else.”

I took the girl’s shoulders in my hands and shook her once to get her attention. “Look at me. You are what you decide you are.”

I could see in her eyes that I was not making any impression on her. It was then that I had a thought.

“Strike a deal with me,” I began. “Stay with me until my next party. If you find you simply cannot free yourself by then, I will send you back with the mistress.”

“Can you be sure she’ll come?”

“I am sure if she knows of our deal, she will come.”

“I can hardly believe she came to this party. She’s never gone to one of Catherine’s that I know of.”

“If I must, I’ll beg her.”

“If you do she would extract a toll,” the maid warned.

“Then I will pay it, happily, if it means I can have you with me even for only a year.” I looked at her for several moments. “Sandra, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain.”

With tears in her eyes she nodded her head. I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately left her there to find Josephine.

When I did, she was in one of my guest rooms reading a book.

“Mistress?” I said as I opened the door. She finished the passage she was reading and looked up at me.

“Do you think you will ever call me Josephine?”

I shook my head ‘no’, then told her, “I have spoken with Sandra. She has struck a deal that she will stay a year with me. And if she cannot bear to be away from you, she will return with you at my next party.”

Josephine looked surprised. “She agreed to that?”

I nodded.

“I must say I would not have thought she could ever be pried from my hip.” A kind of sadness passed over the woman’s face. “Do you know why I keep her with me no matter where I go?”

I shook my head.

“I adore her. For all the torment I give her, I truly do.”

“Then you’ll not let her stay?”

“I have made a promise to you. If she wanted to be with you, she would be free to do so.”

Josephine set her book down and turned, letting her legs fall over the edge of the bed. “And so, can you imagine how I look on you if I am willing to part with my most treasured servant?”

I simply bowed my head. I thought I might understand what she was trying to tell me. She could not say ‘love’, she could not let anyone see her love. It would present a vulnerability, and she simply could not have that. Of course, I did not fully comprehend the relationships Josephine had with Sandra and with Temperance. Because it was always Sandra at her side, I assumed Sandra was her favorite. I would learn later that my mistress’ affections for her maids were much more complex than such simplistic assumptions could describe..

“Mistress, I don’t know what to say.”

“What would you be willing to do for me in exchange?”

“You need not ask that. You know I would do anything.” I closed the door behind me and approached her, kneeling before her. “I will do anything you ask of me.”

“I believe you would,” she said after a long pause.

For only a moment I thought I saw a tear in her eye. I felt a wash of guilt. I could see that I was taking from her something very precious.

“Sandra has been with me since she was nine. She is my masterpiece. The culmination of a life’s work. I warn you, you must be good to her. Treat her well. To wound her would be to wound me.”

I understood. It was the closest she would ever come to admitting love. And the closest she would ever come to shedding a tear.

“And the price?”

“I will not trade her that way. She may stay with you. I will return in one year, and if she chooses to return with me at that time, you must allow her to.”

“How could I stop her?”

“You cannot free her, Elizabeth. She will be a servant to whomever she is closest to.”

“Then that shall be my life’s work.”

“I like your spirit, child,” Josephine said with a smile. “You believe you can do the impossible…”

She looked around and nodded. “Look at all the impossible things you’ve done since leaving me.”

“And much of it I must credit to you, mistress. What I learned—”

She stopped me. “Yes, but you still had to be the one to do it.”

Josephine placed her hand on my shoulder and smiled, but I could see that there was pain behind her eyes. Her expression became darker. “I own that girl as surely as if I’d bought her from a slave trader. And she hasn’t any will that I have not given her. If you set her free, then truly the student will have become the master.”

That night I let Sandra stay with her mistress. She would be mine for a year, and for that I would allow her the comfort of what she had always known one more time.

When morning came, the last of my guests began to leave. By afternoon all but Josephine had gone. I walked with her from the guest room she had commandeered. When we reached the front door, we found Sandra waiting for us.

The servant had tears in her eyes as she curtsied low before the mistress. Josephine smiled and took the girl in her arms, embracing her. “I’ll be back before you know it,” she reassured. Sandra nodded silently.

I saw Josephine to a carriage, then returned to Sandra. “Not to worry love, you have me now.” She tried to smile but could not.

Sandra was mine now, at least for the next year. I did not know how, but I had to find a way to free her from the years of training she had received from Josephine. Sandra had said she’d been trained, but differently from myself. I wondered what that might mean. Josephine’s tutelage had served to make me stronger, but what she had done with Sandra had made the girl weak.

I took her arm and escorted her to the parlor. Almost as if it were expected, she sat at my feet and laid her head on my knee. As I looked down at her, I realized what a monumental task I had before me.

A year. It was the time Josephine had used to ‘train’ me. If a lifetime of shame and fear and uncertainty heaped upon we women could be undone in a year, then surely a year would be enough to undo what Josephine had done to Sandra. Or, at least begin to.

Continue on to Chapter 14

Summer Love, Chapter 3

  • Posted on March 27, 2018 at 6:21 am

by callmeQ67

Melinda Lunsford willed herself to focus as she waited for the serve, gripping her racquet with both hands. Down 5-4 in the third set, Melinda had just evened the game at deuce.

Come on, God damn it, she said to herself. Just two more points and we’re five-all.

Melinda was expecting the serve to come down the middle to her backhand side, but her opponent fooled her by swinging it out wide to her forehand. She lunged and got her racket on the ball, just managing to block it weakly crosscourt. Melinda’s fleet-footed adversary was there at the net, easily punching away a volley winner.

Brooke grinned at her across the net.

“Match point,” she gloated.

Melinda and Brooke played weekly at the Westchester Country Club tennis courts, but in all their previous matches nothing more than a round of drinks was riding on the outcome. Melinda, a starter on her college tennis team, won most of the time. Brooke was taller, fitter and stronger than Melinda, but usually she lacked the blonde’s finesse.

Which was why Melinda had allowed herself to make such an ill-considered bet. Brooke had been after Melinda to share her new thirteen-year-old fuck toy, but Melinda was reluctant. She’d only introduced Courtney to the pleasures of girl-girl sex two weeks earlier, and she wasn’t yet ready to give up her exclusive relationship.

“I’ll tell you what,” Brooke had said. “If I win our match tomorrow, you have to share the little doll with me.”

“Fat fucking chance,” Melinda replied. “What are you going to give me when I win?”

Brooke thought for a moment. “If you win, I’ll be your slave for a week.”

Like Melinda, Brooke had a dominant personality. The idea of the lovely, headstrong brunette taking orders from her was too enticing to pass up.

“Deal,” she’d said.

Now, on the brink of defeat, the bet was looking like a huge mistake. Brooke was playing the match of her life.

I can still win this, Melinda told herself as she took her position in the ad court, but her confidence had wilted. When Brooke’s service ace kissed the line to end the match, Melinda could only shake her head in disgust.

An hour later, after showering and driving to Melinda’s house, the two women sipped cold drinks as they waited for young Courtney to arrive. Similar in age and personality, the women were very different physically. Melinda was a fair skinned, blue-eyed blonde with very feminine curves, while Brooke had short, dark brown hair and a lean, almost muscular physique. Her small breasts needed no bra, and her olive skin tanned easily.

“Look,” Melinda was saying, “I know we had an agreement, but she’s such a sweet little thing, I feel like a dirty pimp handing her over to you.”

“What are you afraid of? Do you think I’ll turn her into a butch little dyke?”

“Well, yeah. Courtney is such a girly girl, and I love that about her. I’d hate to see her start swearing and spitting like a truck driver.”

“Unfair,” said Brooke. “I’m not crude like that, and you know it.”

“All the same, I’d rather be there the first time you two… ”

“You want to do her together?” Brooke asked. She had already begun to imagine the possibilities.

* * *

Courtney was in a hurry. She peddled hard, her long chestnut ponytail swaying behind her. She was glad for the cooling breeze as she began to get overheated from the sun and the exertion.

Over the previous two weeks, Courtney had established something of a routine. She rode her bike to Melinda’s house every afternoon, and the older woman tutored her in the myriad ways two women can give each other pleasure. Courtney was an excellent student.

When she arrived, the teenager was surprised to find another guest at Melinda’s house. For an instant, Courtney thought the tall, dark figure was a man, but a look at her smooth, pretty face soon dispelled that notion. The stranger’s eyes seemed to drink her in, from her sneakers and ankle socks, up her smooth legs to her silky nylon soccer shorts, and on to her ribbed cotton tank top. They paused at her braless breasts, then finally moved up to her face.

The examination left Courtney feeling a bit uneasy as she was introduced. Brooke, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, shook her hand with a powerful grip. She towered over Courtney. The teen was just five feet tall, and Brooke was nearly six. Practically eye level with the woman’s nipples, Courtney couldn’t help noticing they were poking through the material of her shirt. More unsettling, though, was the woman’s stare. She felt the way a lamb must feel when it senses the presence of the wolf.

“Have a seat, Courtney,” said Melinda. “Let me get you something to drink. Brooke and I are having vodka tonics. Would you like to try one?”

Courtney brightened. Melinda didn’t usually offer her alcohol.

“Yes, please.”

After a bit of chat about school and sports, and after downing half her drink, Courtney was feeling much more relaxed. Maybe Brook wasn’t so scary after all. With her close-cropped hair she had an appealing boyish quality and looked very young, though she told Courtney she was thirty-four.

But when Brooke said, “Melinda’s told me so much about you,” the teen was instantly on her guard.

“She… She has?” Courtney glanced at Melinda, who looked miserable.

“Yes,” Brooke went on. “She says you’re so sweet and thoughtful, and very willing to learn.”

“Um… Yeah,” mumbled Courtney.

“And,” said Brooke, looking straight into the girl’s innocent young face, “she says you’re the best little pussy licker she’s ever met.”

Courtney felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. She couldn’t believe that her lover had told this woman her most intimate secret. Courtney herself had told no one, not even her neighbor and best friend, Kristen.

She stood up feeling stunned and betrayed, wishing she could disappear. Looking towards Melinda for support, she found none. Her mentor was staring pointedly in the other direction.

Sensing Courtney was about to bolt for the door, Brooke stood up too, gripping the girl’s arms firmly.

“Please, don’t be upset,” she said. “Melinda didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Courtney looked down at her shoes.

“I know she’s your first lover and you really care about her, but it’s a big world out there. You’re going to have many more lovers as you grow up, so maybe it’s time for you to expand your horizons.”

“Wha… What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m sure Melinda is a good teacher, but everyone makes love a little differently. Maybe there are some things I could teach you as well.”

“I don’t know.”

“Look at me, gorgeous,” said Brooke, raising the girl’s chin.

Courtney appeared to be on the verge of tears as she looked up into Brooke’s penetrating eyes.

“We’re going to make you feel things you’ve never even imagined.”

The word “we” set off a tiny warning alarm, but when Brooke began to nibble her bare shoulder and neck, Courtney’s brain wouldn’t process the signal.

“Give me a little kiss, okay?” said Brooke.

The tall woman’s kiss was so soft and tender that Courtney’s fear was pushed to the background. When Brooke wrapped those strong arms around her and squeezed, Courtney felt she was falling into an abyss. It was like the feeling she got when going over the top of that first big hill on a roller coaster.

When Brooke kissed her again, she let the older woman’s tongue slide into her mouth, wanting it. She kissed back, and Brooke sucked on her tongue, setting off sparks than ran through her nervous system. Courtney was bent backwards and she clung to the older woman’s neck to keep from falling.

As their searing kiss went on and on, with Brooke’s hands squeezing her juicy round butt, Courtney felt the need building inside her, like a fever that started in her loins and spread its warmth all over her body.

When Brooke finally ended the kiss, Courtney was fairly panting with adolescent desire. Her knees felt weak and her pussy throbbed. Her mouth was open, lips wet with saliva. Part of her still wanted to run away, but a flame had been lit inside her and it threatened to ignite a bonfire.

Brooke slowly reached out to touch the tips of Courtney’s breasts. The young teen sighed when Brooke’s thumbs stroked her rock hard nipples, then moaned deep in her throat when she pinched them.

“Jesus, Courtney,” said Brooke. “Your tits are amazing. I’ve gotta see ‘em.”

Taking Courtney’s shirt by the hem, she pulled it up roughly. The thirteen-year-old brunette raised her arms submissively. When the teen’s upturned breasts came into view, Brooke could only whisper in awe.

“Oh my God,” she said. “They’re so beautiful.”

Courtney felt a kind of ache spread out from her nipples.

Courtney’s boobs had only begun to sprout a year or so earlier, but she’d already outgrown her B-cup bras, and filled a C nicely. Her tits were now in that state of early teen perfection to which the laws of gravity seem not to apply. They stuck out from her small frame in the most tantalizing way, without a hint of sag. With puffy, bubble-gum-pink aureoles, the creamy cupcakes were themselves set off by the dark tan of the rest of her skin.

Falling to her knees, Brooke gazed at the teen titties reverently. She hesitated to touch them, for fear of spoiling their sublime perfection.

The longer she waited, the more the ache in Courtney’s nipples seemed to grow. At last, looking down at the older woman, the girl took Brooke’s hands and placed them on her nascent teenage breasts.

At first Brooke handled them gently, like fragile treasures. She ran her fingers around their perimeters, along the perfect curve at the bottom, and finally to the sensitive nipples. But as her forceful personality reasserted itself, the randy lesbian began to squeeze harder, watching her fingers sink into the pliable flesh. When she twisted the fat pink mushroom caps she was encouraged by Courtney’s whimper of pleasure. She sucked the tip of one breast into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth, and Courtney’s fingers twined through her short hair.

Releasing Courtney’s nipple, Brooke looked up at the girl as she allowed drool to fall from her open mouth onto the child’s breast. The little teenager gasped when the woman’s tongue spread saliva over her jutting white-and-pink flesh cones, then blew on her skin. They both watched the nipples crinkle under the cool air.

“Turn around,” said the older woman suddenly, her hands at the girl’s waist.

Courtney now faced Melinda, who stared at her young lover with glazed eyes, one hand between her legs. The buxom blonde had to admit that it was arousing to watch little Courtney being seduced by her friend. The young teen, clad only in her soccer shorts and sneakers, stood with her head thrown back as Brooke caressed her tits from behind.

“Look at these fucking tits, Melinda,” Brooke said. “Thirteen years old, and they’re twice the size of mine already.”

Melinda could only nod and stare.

“Let’s get these off,” said Brooke, finally taking her hands away from Courtney’s spectacular breasts. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of the girl’s shorts, she lowered them slowly, careful not to take the panties down too.

Courtney didn’t own any underwear that she considered ‘sexy’. Most of her panties were similar to the ones she wore now, patterned cotton bikinis. These were blue with little yellow smiley faces on them.

Brooke thought they were perfect. Their childish innocence only served to accentuate Courtney’s youth and inexperience.

While Courtney stepped out of her soccer shorts, Brooke feasted her eyes on the girl’s round butt. She squeezed the firm cheeks with both hands, then gathered the material of her panties in one fist and pulled it up tight to reveal the flawless teen globes. The usually invisible peach fuzz covering her smooth rump glowed in the afternoon sun.

“Oh fuck, that’s gorgeous,” Brooke said, in awe.

She gently sank her teeth into Courtney’s right cheek, while the teenager looked back over her shoulder and giggled.

Melinda’s hand was busy under the hem of her dress as she watched her friend, still fully dressed in trousers and shirt, worshipping her teen lover’s ass.

As Melinda looked on, Brooke eased Courtney’s panties down. The scent of aroused teen pussy filled Brooke’s nostrils. With the cotton stretched between the teenager’s knees, Brooke lowered her face to the damp material. “Mmmmm,” she mumbled, licking Courtney’s sweet cream from the gusset of her panties. Brooke sucked up every trace of teen pussy juice before taking Courtney’s panties the rest of the way down.

“Bend over, Courtney,” Brooke ordered. “Spread your legs.”

The teenager opened her legs wide and bent at the waist. Sunlight glistened on the child’s slick labia.

“Touch the floor,” said Brooke, and with the suppleness of youth, Courtney bent until her palms were flat on the hardwood.

Melinda groaned with lust as she watched her young lover, clad only in her sneakers, wantonly display herself to her butch friend.

“I love your pussy lips,” said Brooke.

For such a young girl, Courtney had remarkably thick, curled inner lips that protruded beyond her plump outer lips. Until recently she’d been embarrassed by her unusual genitalia, but Melinda clearly loved them and now it seemed Brooke did too. The folds clung together, and as the older lesbian stroked them with the tip of a finger, the lavish lips parted, connected only by thin strands of sticky girl cream. The teen squealed when Brooke used her tongue to open them further, lapping up the sauce.

While Brooke probed deep for more juice, the soft underside of her tongue teased the girl’s clit. Gripping Courtney’s thighs, the dark-haired lesbian explored every part of the girl’s vulva with her mouth.

Melinda could clearly hear the obscene slurping noises as Brooke sucked the teenager’s juicy cunt. Melinda herself was close to orgasm, the fingers of one hand inside her panties and her other hand squeezing her heavy breasts.

Courtney’s whimpering cries were almost pathetic with undisguised need as the tall lesbian slurped her gooey pussy. Her legs grew increasingly unsteady until she thought she might pitch forward onto the floor at any moment.

Brooke must have sensed it too, because she stood and led the child to a sofa. She placed the girl with her legs spread wide and her butt resting on the very edge of the cushion. It was her first front view of Courtney’s pussy and she paused to relish it.

The teen’s plump mound had a thin covering of dark curls, with finer hair trailing down each side of her sopping gash. Brooke squeezed Courtney’s pussy lips together, causing her erect clit to pop out.

“Mmmmm, that’s a nice fat one,” said the girl’s ravisher.

“Uhhnnnnnn,” whined the teenager pitifully as Brooke ignored her clit again to suck the juicy pink labes.

The dominant lesbian wanted Courtney’s first orgasm from her to be one she wouldn’t soon forget. She spread the child’s folds, pinning them back with her thumbs.

“They’re like butterfly wings,” she said, before she slowly worked a finger inside.

Courtney winced in pain and alarm as the thin membrane blocking her vagina stretched.

“Oh my,” Brooke said, “a real live virgin.”

She withdrew her finger but her mind was filled with unwholesome possibilities. Deciding it was time at last to let the girl cum, she placed her mouth over the top of Courtney’s needy puss and sucked, her tongue massaging the girl’s engorged clit.

With a high-pitched squeal Courtney began to twitch like she’d had an electric shock. Her trembling legs shot up in a wide ‘V’ as she mauled her perfect titties, her round childish face contorted with ecstasy.

Brooke kept up her oral assault until the girl couldn’t take any more, then eased off, letting her down slowly. Courtney pulled her knees up to her chest, one hand covering her sensitive cootchie as the spasms ran through her body.

Brooke, her mouth wet with Courtney’s girl juice, looked over at Melinda. Judging by the look on her face, her blonde friend had just cum too.

“Girl,” said Brooke, “you weren’t exaggerating. She is so sweet I want to lick her for hours. Come on, let’s take her up to your bedroom.”

With that, the athletic brunette scooped up the teenager in her arms as if she were a baby. Courtney shrieked as she was lifted into the air, wrapping her arms around Brooke’s neck.

“Bedtime, sweetie,” said Brooke, making the teen giggle like a baby girl.

Melinda picked up her drink, knocked it back in one toss, and followed Brooke up the stairs.

When she got to her room, Melinda found Courtney on the bed watching Brooke strip. She paused in the doorway.

Brooke unbuttoned her white dress shirt and pulled it off. Her small breasts were the classic ‘champagne glass’ shape, with brownish nipples no bigger than dimes.

The teenage girl stared at them. Courtney’s mouth fell open when Brooke dropped her trousers.

She was wearing men’s briefs. Her tall, lean body had no extra fat and her smooth skin was evenly browned by the sun. The boy shorts emphasized her narrow hips. Her body was a provocative mix of masculine and feminine.

Little Courtney couldn’t take her eyes away, but when the girl reached out for her, Brooke grabbed her hands.

“Not just yet,” she said. “I haven’t finished with you.”

She pushed Courtney flat on her back and pinned her arms over her head. As Brooke sucked one of the fat pink nipples, Melinda pulled her dress off and joined her butch friend and teen lover on the bed.

Courtney groaned as both her nipples were sucked at the same time.

“I can’t get enough of these tits,” said Brooke.

“Mmm, hmm,” answered Melinda, her mouth full.

“Do you want to eat her first, or shall I?” asked Brooke.

“Let me,” said her friend. “I got so hot watching the two of you downstairs.” Melinda began licking her way down Courtney’s body.

“Wait,” said Brooke. “Lie on your back. Courtney, sit on her face.”

The headstrong lesbian positioned the teenager on her knees facing the wall as Melinda stretched out on the bed, her head between the girl’s legs. The blonde was treated to an enticing sight. As Courtney’s thighs parted, her precociously developed labia hung down just above the older woman’s waiting mouth. The sight and smell of aroused pubescent pussy was intoxicating.

Courtney gasped and gripped the headboard as Melinda began to gently lick her swollen labia.

“Are you sore, baby?” she asked. “Was Mrs. Leslie too rough with you?”

“Um … not too much,” said the girl.

“Don’t worry,” said Melinda between licks. “Momma will make it all better.”

While the shapely blonde tenderly ate the little girl’s juicy cunt, Brooke was toying with the pretty teenager’s upturned breasts. She turned Courtney’s face to hers and they kissed. So many sensations ran through the adolescent’s body at once. Even though she’d had a mind-bending cum only ten minutes before, the stirring built quickly in her loins once again. Without being aware that she was doing it, Courtney began to rock her hips, rubbing her dripping cunt in Melinda’s face. She moaned into Brooke’s mouth as their tongues swirled together.

Breaking off their kiss, Brooke squeezed Courtney’s plump round ass with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other.

“Is she doing a good job?” asked the mannish brunette. “Do you like the way she licks your pussy?”

“Oh! Yes!” Courtney said, her hips moving in a steady rhythm.

“Are you Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy?” asked Brooke.

When she didn’t answer, Melinda pushed the girl’s crotch away from her face. Courtney whined in frustration.

“Say it,” ordered Brooke. “Say, ‘I’m Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy.’”

“Please!” said the girl.

“Look at me, Courtney,” said Brooke. “Remember earlier I told you we would make you feel things you never even imagined?”

“Y … yes!”

“All you have to do is say the words. You’re a good girl, aren’t you Courtney? You like to make people happy, don’t you?”

The thirteen-year-old moaned with need. “Yes,” she said in a squeaky voice.

“Then tell her,” said Brooke harshly. “Tell Mrs. Lunsford what you are.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, then: “I’m your little fuck toy, Mrs. Lunsford! Please …”

Melinda began to suck her labia again and Courtney groaned with relief.

“You’re such a good little girl,” said Brooke. “Now you get your reward.” She pushed Courtney”s head down until it was on the pillows, then swung herself around until she was straddling Melinda’s prone body. Brooke stretched out her long frame on top of her friend so they lay face to face, their panty-covered pubic mounds rubbing together, her hard nipples pressed into Melinda’s soft breasts.

“Let’s share,” she said, and as Melinda nibbled the teenager’s clit, Brooke pushed her own face between the child’s round ass cheeks and began to spear Courtney’s sopping fuck hole with her tongue.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Courtney repeated mindlessly. What Brooke had said was true. She had never imagined anything could feel like this.

The butch lesbian drank the sweet juice that flowed from the teen girl’s cunt. She drooled over Courtney’s pink slit, and the mixture of saliva and fuck sauce ran into Melinda’s greedy mouth and onto her face. Licking up from the teenager’s wet vulva, Brooke’s tongue slid over Courtney’s puckered asshole.

“Oh fuck,” cried the girl.

“You like that, do you?” said Brooke. Courtney didn’t answer, but squealed when Brooke licked her ass again.

“Yes you do,” said Brooke, smiling. “Courtney, honey, I want you to spread your butt open with your hands.”

The teen cutie didn’t need to be told twice. With her face pressed into the pillows, Courtney reached behind her with both hands and spread the round unblemished cheeks of her ass.

“That’s so pretty,” said Brooke, admiring the girl’s delicate pink rosebud.

Sucking up a mouthful of juice from the girl’s soaking quim, the dark-haired dyke drooled it onto the girl’s puckered butthole. Her tongue began doing laps around the tiny orifice as Courtney sighed with pleasure.

Wetting it first in the teenie’s juicy cunt, Brooke pressed the tip of a finger into Courtney’s tight little anus.

“Uhnnn,” grunted the teenager.

By twisting it slowly like a corkscrew Brooke was able to work her finger in up the second knuckle. She began fucking the girl’s ass. With each thrust of Brooke’s finger Courtney made the cutest little whimper, grinding her pussy faster now on Melinda’s face.

“Oh God,” said Courtney a minute later. “I’m gonna cum.”

Brooke withdrew her finger and replaced it with her tongue. With Courtney’s asshole a little stretched from the finger fucking, Brooke was able to slide the tip of her tongue inside the girl’s tight sphincter.

When Melinda sucked Courtney’s stiff clit into her mouth, the teenager threw her head back and wailed. Her hips no longer moved in rhythm but shook violently. The feeling of one tongue on her clit and another in her ass was indescribable. Back arched, she grabbed the headboard and screamed again as waves of ecstatic joy carried her into orbit. When she finally drifted back to earth, little Courtney rolled onto her side weak and trembling.

Melinda and Brooke still lay face to face. Brooke grinned. “We make a pretty good team,” she said.

“Not bad, I guess.”

Brooke kissed her fem blonde friend. “Mmm,” she said. “You taste like Courtney.”

“So do you,” said Melinda. “Like her ass, that is.” They laughed and kissed some more.

“Enough,” said Brooke after a minute. “I need to get off now.” Dragging Courtney by the arms, she positioned the girl on her back so that her head lay at the very corner of the mattress. The brunette teen watched Brooke peel down her cotton briefs. Her pussy was covered in thick black curls and Courtney thought it looked beautiful. Standing with her back to the bed, she spread her legs wide and straddled the young teen’s head, lowering her crotch to the pretty teen’s face.

“Eat my fucking cunt,” she said.

Courtney had learned a lot from Melinda in the previous two weeks, and used all her skills to please this new lover. And she liked it. Courtney was discovering that she liked being told what to do. She had never heard the terms ‘domination’ and ‘submission’ used in a sexual context; she only knew that it excited her beyond measure when Brooke ordered her around like a slave. It made no sense to her how something so humiliating could cause her pussy to throb with need.

She only realized that she was rubbing her own pussy when Melinda took her hand away and began to lick it once again. When Brooke came, which didn’t take long, Courtney’s scream was drowned out by the wet, hairy pussy covering her mouth. The thirteen-year-old cutie couldn’t have put it into words, or wanted to, but she was getting off more from having her mouth used to please one woman than she was by the licking mouth of the other.

Later, after eating Melinda to orgasm as well, all three cuddled together on the bed. Courtney needed to ask something but wasn’t quite sure how.

“Mrs. Leslie?” she began hesitantly.

“Yes honey?” said Brooke.

“Um … a little while ago you told me I had to say something.”

“What? Oh, I told you to call yourself Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy. Is that what you’re talking about?”

Courtney blushed prettily.

“Yeah…” said the teenager, her eyes downcast. “So… can I be your little fuck toy too?”

Continue on to Chapter 4

 

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 16

  • Posted on March 26, 2018 at 8:27 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Gayle and Sandra managed to calm down some before going back into the building to wait for their daughters and talk about less stimulating topics. Still, each woman remained a bit turned on by their encounter and the promise to get together for some real sex the next afternoon.

After the girls finished practicing for an upcoming meet, they showered off the pool water and dressed, chatting about various things, though none of them mentioned sex since the shower and dressing areas were anything but private. Dozens of girls of all ages were in there.

Still, Laura, Emily, Kelli, and Kate managed to sneak a peek at several of the young girls, some as young as seven or eight, and each secretly harbored ideas of what they would do to those little ones if given the chance. It made Laura think of Becky, her sexy little neighbor.

When they joined their mothers, Corinne left with her mom, and the others left with Sandra. Corinne knew Sandra had talked to her mom about masturbation, and the fact Corinne indulged, and she wondered how her mom had taken it. She hoped she wasn’t upset.

Gayle and Corinne rode in silence for the first few blocks until Gayle decided to take the plunge and discuss such a private thing as masturbation. She and Sandra had discussed how she would go about talking to Corinne, her fourteen-year-old daughter, since Gayle was so nervous about raising the subject and knew Corinne might be totally embarrassed by it. Sandra had assured her that in the end it would be for the best. Sandra had also told Gayle she had to admit to Corinne that she did it too, since not telling her would serve to make the subject even more taboo for the mother and daughter to discuss.

“Corinne?”

“Huh?”

“I think there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Oh?” Corinne knew what the subject would be, of course, but she didn’t want to let her mom know she knew.

“Sandra talked to me about what the two of you talked about.”

“What was that?” Corinne asked, wanting to be sure Sandra hadn’t chickened out and talked about something like favorite foods or something equally dumb instead.

Gayle took a deep breath and felt her face turning red. “Well, honey, she said you talked to her about, well, masturbation.”

“Oh, that.” The moment of truth had arrived. Would her mom hit the roof?

“Yes, honey, that.” Gayle looked over at her daughter and realized how beautiful she was. “She said you confessed to her that you did it.”

“Yeah. What about it? Are you mad?”

“No, baby, I’m not mad, but I am hurt that you didn’t feel you could talk to me about it.”

“I thought you might freak out or something.”

Gayle took a deep breath before continuing. “Well, honey, I can’t very well condemn you for doing what everyone does.” She looked over at Corinne again then back to the road, putting on her blinker to turn into a large parking lot beside a strip mall. She found her hands were shaking a bit and decided she should probably stop driving until the conversation and the nervousness associated with it were over. As she turned into the lot, she continued. “Even your mom.”

“Really? Sandra said you almost certainly did, but I didn’t believe her.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because . . . because you’re my mom.”

Gayle looked at her daughter, and the sudden realization that her own mom probably masturbated as well hit her, surprising her.

“Baby, I’m not exactly a virgin, you know.”

“Well, of course I know that, Mom. I’m here, and we look too much alike for me not to be yours. It’s just that, well, I never thought of you in that way.”

“You mean as a sexual being?” Gayle asked as she put the car in park and left the engine and air conditioner going.

“Yeah.”

“I know what you mean. I never really thought of you as a sexual being either, but of course you are.” She turned to her daughter, who was now turned and staring at her. “Okay, it’s confession time. We’re going to tell each other things we’ve never told each other before about our sexual pasts. Rule number one is we are to be completely honest and up front. Rule number two is, no judging allowed. We accept that each of us is a sexual being and nothing is taboo.” Gayle’s words were the product of the talk with Sandra, who had made Gayle memorize the two rules.

Corinne nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll go first,” Gayle said, another suggestion from Sandra because they both felt if Gayle confessed first, it would prompt Corinne to be honest with her mom. Sandra had told Gayle to be completely honest, and she should even include the story about her times with her dog. Gayle had balked at that, but now realized being that honest would lead to a much closer relationship with her daughter, one in which Corinne would not be afraid to tell her mother anything.

“I had my first orgasm when I was around eleven. I don’t remember the exact date or anything, and I may have already turned twelve, but I don’t believe so. I don’t think I was ten because of where we were living when I had the orgasm. The point is, I started touching myself at a very early age. I had been rubbing myself for as long as I can remember because it felt so good, and once someone told me about orgasms, I set out to have one. I actually tried for months to achieve one until it finally happened.

“I was like you, though, in that I was scared of being caught. For a long time, I would only masturbate in the shower or in bed at night, and only then by just putting my hand inside my panties so that if one of my parents came into my room unannounced, I could stop easily.

“Finally, I grew bold enough to push my panties down, figuring my parents probably wouldn’t come into my room after I went to bed because they never had before, but I was just paranoid about it. Then the day came when I decided to do it completely naked in the bed. It was such a turn-on for me to be lying in bed naked. I could feel the sheets against my bare skin, and it felt wonderful.

“When I had my first orgasm, I fell in love with the feeling. I must have masturbated every night, sometimes twice a day by also masturbating in the shower, for two weeks. The flesh down there finally got sore from all the rubbing. I took a short break from it and finally settled on doing it about four or five times a week, showers included. I also discovered why the detachable shower head was invented, and don’t let anyone tell you it wasn’t for masturbation purposes.”

Gayle looked over at her daughter and the fourteen-year-old’s smile said she’d discovered that handy device as well.

“Then there was an incident that is the most embarrassing for me to tell you, but I think it will let you know you can tell me anything.” Gayle took another deep breath, pausing for a moment not only to collect her thoughts, but also to wonder at the sensations that were now centering themselves in her pussy. Was she turned on talking to her daughter about this? She had to admit reluctantly that she was. Then thinking about it, she realized it must be the aftermath of getting so horny with Sandra before and not being able to find a release. Yes, that must be it.

Finally, Corinne, waiting for her mom to continue her confession, said, “Mom?”

Gayle looked at Corinne, again noticing how beautiful the girl was, and said, “Yes?”

“You were saying?”

“Oh, sorry. I got distracted. Yes, well.” She cleared her throat. “I’m going to tell you the most private thing about me, and certainly the most embarrassing. I tell you not because I think you should try it, but to help make clear just how honest I want us to be with one another about our private alone times with our bodies.” She cleared her throat again. “You understand that?”

“Yes.” Corinne had no idea what her mother was about to say, but she obviously was still harboring reservations about saying it.

“When I was twelve, and a veteran masturbator, I did something I’m not proud of. I was always searching for new ways to have an orgasm.” Gayle glanced at Corinne, who seemed mesmerized by the anticipation. The woman felt her cheeks burning again with embarrassment, but plunged on.

“You see, we had a small dog at the time. Her name was Peaches.” She cut her eyes at her daughter, wondering if she would figure out where this was going. She couldn’t tell and continued. “Peaches was, well, a dog that loved to sniff women’s, um, private areas.” She looked at Corinne again. Still no hint she knew where this was going. “One night when I was twelve, I wondered what it would be like to let her have her way. You know. Let her sniff me. Just to see what she might do.”

Gayle looked over at Corinne, who was now blushing deeply, her mouth agape. “Oh, my God!” Corinne said under her breath. “Did you let her lick you there?”

Gayle looked away and nodded. “Yes. As I said, I’m not proud of it. But, Lord, that dog loved licking me there. I had tasted myself too, and couldn’t really blame her. I liked the taste myself. Still do. When I came, I was flooded with guilt and decided not to do it again.” Gayle got up the courage to look into Corinne’s face once more. Okay, she’d left out that she’d done it more than once. In fact, she’d lied to Sandra as well. She’d done it at least a half dozen times before deciding she needed to stop that from ever happening again. She’d succeeded in stopping it, with Peaches or any other dog, but she couldn’t deny it had not been easy. She’d been able to lie back and just enjoy the sensations. In fact, the dog had given her her first multiple orgasms because she wouldn’t stop until pushed away. The dog had enjoyed it, so she didn’t feel bad for her. In fact, she’d felt bad for denying Peaches her special treat, but the dog had begun trying to do it when they were sitting on the sofa watching TV with her family, and she knew it had to end. She wondered what her parents must think, since she’d finally had to put the dog in another room when they watched TV. Looking back on it now, she wondered how in the hell they hadn’t figured it out. Then a new wave of embarrassment washed over her as she realized that they probably had.

“Wow,” Corinne said, so awed by this revelation she could barely be heard. “I guess nothing I could say could top that one.” Then the girl laughed out loud, a response she’d inherited from her mother, Gayle knew. Nervous energy had a way of expelling in such sudden outbursts in both of them.

Corinne, for her part, knew that her suggestion that she couldn’t top that was not exactly true, but she would not tell her mom about her sleepover with Laura–and subsequently Emily and their mother as well–because it involved other people. She knew that Sandra could go to prison for doing what they’d done last night, so there was no way she’d tell her mom about that, even if she found out about her and Laura.

“So,” Gayle said as a way of transitioning to Corinne’s confession. “Your turn.”

Corinne swallowed and felt a blush swath her cheeks. “Well. I guess you want to know how long this has been going on with me?”

“That would probably be a good place to start,” Gayle answered, thankful to be moving on from her own confession.

“Before I start, can I ask you a question?”

Gayle thought of a hundred questions the girl could ask, most of them having to do with her time with Peaches, but she knew she had to be willing to at least hear the question. “Go ahead.”

“When did you first do it with someone else?”

“Do what? You mean masturbating or actual sex?”

Corinne blushed and said, “Actual sex.”

Gayle suddenly realized a lot of things that she felt stupid for not realizing already. Corinne had talked to Sandra about sex, particularly masturbation, when she’d stayed the night with Laura. Gayle knew that Laura masturbated since Sandra had all but told her she did when the woman confessed to talking about such things with her daughters since they were little girls. Gayle herself had enjoyed some mutual masturbation with a few girlfriends herself when she was Corinne’s age. It was what had started her down the path to her bisexuality. Obviously, Corinne and Laura had engaged in the same activity, perhaps even more.

For the first time, Gayle began considering Laura in a sexual manner. The young girl was striking in her appearance, and like her mother, she oozed sexuality. She’d noticed it before without really thinking about it. Now, she felt shame as she thought about it to the point of picturing Laura naked in bed with her hands at her pussy. Then the picture shifted, and she saw Laura and Corinne in the bed masturbating together.

Again, she felt her pussy spasm in need as the sudden image caused her to once again feel the almost screaming desire in her cunt. She was going to have to get herself alone when they got home to take care of this.

“Well, sweetheart,” she began, considering that, as with the story of Peaches, telling the complete truth would lead Corinne to tell her the complete truth about what had happened the night before. “When I was about your age, I had a friend sleep over at my house. We started talking about sex and eventually admitted to each other that we loved masturbation and orgasms. One thing led to another, and we ended up masturbating together.”

“That’s just masturbation,” Corinne said. “I said ‘actual sex.’”

“I was getting to that,” Gayle said, suddenly surprised at her candor, even though she had confessed already to a form of bestiality. “She and I eventually started masturbating each other, which led to humping each other’s leg, and, well, other things.”

“You mean you’re bi?” Corinne asked, and as Gayle looked at her daughter she could see the relief in that knowledge.

“Yes, dear. Your mother is bisexual. That was my first encounter with another girl, and I still have them on occasion, but you can’t tell your father about that. It is a special secret just between you and me. Understood?”

“Yeah.”

“So, I still haven’t heard your story,” Gayle prompted.

“Okay. I started touching myself a long time ago. I guess I was like you. I just knew it felt nice. Then I realized the longer I touched myself there, the better it felt. Finally, one night in bed I just kept going and going to see how good I could make it feel, and this great feeling just, well, happened. It was my first orgasm.

“I guess I was like you. I did it a lot for a while after that, like I was afraid the feelings would stop happening or something. I decided to read up on it at the library in town, and that’s where I found out I was having orgasms, and I also found out they would never stop happening, which made me happy. I’ve been doing it ever since.”

“How often do you masturbate?”

“About five times a week, I guess, though sometimes I do it more than once in a day, so it’s not like five days a week.”

“When was the last time you masturbated?” Gayle asked. She felt she knew the answer but was wanting to move on to that topic with Corinne.

“You won’t be mad?” Corinne asked.

“Of course I won’t.”

Corinne looked down and back up at her mom. She wanted to see her reaction to this news. “Last night at Laura’s.” She decided not to tell her about that morning at breakfast in front of Laura, Emily, and their mother because of what she knew she couldn’t tell her mother.

Gayle swallowed. “Was Laura in the room?”

Corinne nodded.

“Was she awake?”

The teenager nodded again.

“Did she masturbate with you?” Gayle asked.

Tears welled in Corinne’s eyes as she nodded.

“Be honest with me about this, Corinne. I won’t be angry at all. I just want to know. Did the two of you do anything else together?”

A tear spilled over Corinne’s eyelid as she nodded.

Gayle felt her pussy spasm again at this news. She was shocked at her reaction, and even more shocked at the thought that crossed her mind. She wondered if this might lead to her and her daughter actually masturbating together. They wouldn’t do anything else, of course, but the image of the two of them snaking their hands inside their shorts and panties here in the car was overwhelming.

“Go ahead, honey. Confess. I won’t be mad and I won’t judge you.”

Corinne knew this was where the conversation was headed when she’d gotten the answer from her mother about sex with someone else. Still, it was not an easy confession to make. “Are you going to make me stop seeing Laura and Emily?”

Emily? Gayle thought, sitting back. She’d said nothing about including Emily in this masturbation session that up to that moment Gayle thought only included Laura. The woman calmed herself to hide her shock before saying, “Emily? Emily was there, too?”

Oops, Corinne thought. She hadn’t meant to mention Emily, but it had just spilled out, her embarrassment causing her to forget herself for a moment. She began openly crying now. “Yes,” she said through her tears.

For some reason, this excited Gayle even more. The two sisters, those sexy little darlings, masturbated together? Maybe even did more together?!

“So the three of you messed around together?” Gayle asked before adding, “I won’t be mad, and I won’t tell a soul, not even Sandra.”

Corinne thought that telling Sandra wouldn’t be a problem but thankfully kept her mouth shut about that.

“Yes,” Corinne said, doing her best to get control of her crying. “It’s not a bad thing, really, Mom. They love each other, and it’s not like they can get each other pregnant or anything.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I understand. I’m not as sheltered as you think, you know. I’m aware that incest takes place, probably far more than most people realize, especially as it regards siblings.”

Gayle waited for Corinne to get control of herself before saying, “I’m fine with what you’re doing, honey. It would be far worse, to me, if Laura’s brother was involved.” She paused before saying, “He isn’t, is he?” She felt her heart pounding as she waited for the answer.

“Ooh, no!” Corinne answered, and her vehemence and look of disgust made Gayle relax again. It was obviously not a lie.

“Then, I’m fine with it. Just try not to get caught, though. Sandra is a very liberal person, but I don’t know if she’d be okay with her daughters engaging in lesbian incest.”

Corinne kept her mouth shut. As she sat there, she thought of something alarming. Her pussy was soaking wet. She realized this talk had made her unbelievably horny. Her breathing was ragged, deep passionate breaths seemed to echo in the confines of the car. She looked at her mom, who reached out to touch her knee. Her entire being focused on her mom’s hand and the feeling it provided as it lay there against the soft skin. It felt like a live wire–a wire that seemed to connect directly to her pussy. She again felt the liquid mess tucked inside her and her throbbing clit aching to be touched. Suddenly, she realized she wanted what Laura and Emily had with their mother. She wanted her mother to touch her, finger her, flick her clit to an amazing orgasm. . . . Lick her.

The image was too much. The wave of the first spontaneous orgasm of her life began to wash over her before she could even try to prevent it, although she knew the attempt would have been fruitless. She trembled and her eyes closed, her breath washing out of her lungs in gasps as the orgasm seized her. She moved her hips forward involuntarily, seeking the hand that was on her knee. She was coming and her world turned into something blurry and indistinct.

She managed to glance at her mother, and it was obvious she knew what was going on. Her attempt to slump down in her car seat, where she was still trying to move her pussy closer to her mother’s hand, said volumes.

Then suddenly, the hand was there, touching her pussy through the cotton shorts, rubbing against the wet slit beneath the thin material of the shorts and cotton panties. Corinne bucked against her mother’s hand and fingers, urging the orgasm to continue, not caring about any consequences in case her mother became upset about this. All there was in the world was her orgasm and her mother’s hand, urging it on to greater heights.

Then the hand was gone, and Corinne looked at her mother, her eyes glassy with the lust she was a near slave to. In a hazy mist, Corinne saw her mother unbuttoning her own shorts and pushing them down to mid-thigh. Her mother’s pubes, bare and soft, came into view. The thought that her mother shaved or waxed flitted through Corinne’s mind as she watched her mother begin masturbating, rubbing her fingers over the engorged clit, smearing the juices around and filling the car’s cab with wet sounds that made Corinne’s mouth water.

Corinne put her thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of her short shorts and panties and pushed them down, baring her own pussy for her mother to see. She waited until her mother noticed she was now exposed before putting fingers there and rubbing, doing her best to reach a second orgasm. She stared at her mother’s fingers as they worked her own flesh, her mouth watering once again.

She couldn’t help it. She had to taste her mother. She realized the first thought of doing that had flitted across her mind when her mom had mentioned how much she loved the taste of her own juices. Deciding that they would deal with any repercussions or guilt later–guilt she knew she would not suffer though she didn’t know about her mother–Corinne moved to squat on her knees and leaned forward.

Placing her face just above her mother’s pussy, she inhaled and thought about Peaches. If the damn dog had enjoyed this, it was only right for her mother’s daughter to enjoy it as well. She moved her face down and began licking her mother’s fingers and the hard clit beneath them.

Grunts of pleasure echoed throughout the car as Gayle removed her fingers to let her daughter lick her most secret place. Her first thought wasn’t how wrong this was. Rather it was that apparently Laura and Emily were excellent teachers, for Corinne was extremely good at licking pussy. Her rhythms and movements urged the most pleasure from the teenager’s mother. Gayle thought again about Peaches and decided that this time she wouldn’t stop this from ever happening again unless Corinne wanted it to end. But if Corinne was okay with this, Gayle knew it would happen again and again and again. She even chastised herself for waiting so long to talk to her daughter. Would she have been this good at age ten? Eight? Younger, even? Gayle rarely had sex with her husband, and that had been going on for some time now. She wondered if she’d been missing this joy that could have easily taken his place.

The orgasm that slammed into Gayle was one of the best she’d ever experienced. She shuddered and shook and trembled throughout the pleasure that enveloped her. Grunts and even screams were enhanced by the small enclosure of the car.

Then she was feeling Corinne coming once again. She’d experienced an involuntary orgasm that had set Gayle’s blood boiling. Now, she was having another one, this time induced by her child’s own fingers.

When Gayle was once more able to think clearly, she sat up and shot looks all around the car, praying nobody had noticed her and her fourteen-year-old daughter having sex inside. Thankfully, nobody was nearby. No one had noticed at all, despite the screams and possibly even the rocking of the car.

She looked down at Corinne, who was still positioned between her mother’s legs, her cheek resting against Gayle’s thigh.

“Sweetheart,” Gayle said. “I have one question, and I desperately need you to tell me the truth. Did you want to do that?”

“Yes,” Corinne mumbled, reaching out to softly stroke her mother’s inner labia.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Did you?”

“I asked you first, and it’s important you answer first.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to do it again sometime, or was this just a one-time thing? I don’t care which answer you give.”

“I’d like to, but only if you do.”

Gayle smiled down at her new lover. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

With that, Corinne crawled up her mother’s body and kissed her, not like she always had, the way a daughter might kiss her mother. She kissed her like a lover, her tongue exploring the inside of her mother’s mouth, her mother’s tongue doing the same with hers.

When they broke the kiss, Gayle said, “We better get ourselves fully dressed again. Maybe we could go home and do this in a more comfortable spot, like a real bed.”

Corinne giggled in response. “We may have to wait an hour or so and get something to eat.” Then laughing more, she added, “Other than each other.”

Gayle looked at her daughter as she pulled her panties and shorts up, snapping and buckling things together again. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Me either,” Corinne said, and wondered how in the world she had ever thought her mom might be angry if she had caught her masturbating.

Continue on to Chapter 17 

Babysitting Laura, Chapter 4

  • Posted on March 24, 2018 at 10:11 am

By Jessica Brockham

Heart racing, I said, “Hi, Sandie. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in, I was in the bathroom. You’re home early; is everything okay?” I was doing my best to appear calm.

“You tell me!” was her response, a fire in her eyes. “I come home, find you’re upstairs, and your knickers on the floor down here!” as she picked them up and waved them at me.

“Oh,” I said, “I took them off because I was so hot. Sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

“I honestly don’t know whether to be angry, disappointed or jealous, Naomi. Has this happened before?” she asked, looking very serious.

“H-has what happened before?” I ask.

“Look Naomi, stop treating me like a fool!” she shouted at me, “I came home early because Zoe got called out and, when I came in, you weren’t around. So, I decided to check on Laura, and what do you think I saw then?”

Sitting beside her now on the settee, my eyes downcast, I mumbled, “What?”

“Stop playing games with me, Naomi!” she hissed. “As I got to her bedroom door I could hear noises, and when I looked I saw you and my eleven-year-old daughter naked on her bed and having sex! That’s what I saw, and I think you know it!” She was shouting.

“Oh God,” I said, “I — I think I had better go home.” I was shaking like a leaf as I reached for my knickers, now knowing that Sandra had caught us together. I’d never been so frightened.

She barred my way. “Oh no you don’t, my girl, I want an explanation! I know she can be quite precocious, and that she’s becoming aware of her own body, but for Christ’s sake, Naomi, she’s only eleven! How could you do this to me?” she wanted to know.

“I — I — I don’t really have an excuse,” I stammered, “It just sort of happened.”

“And has it happened before?” she wanted to know.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Is she still a virgin?” she asked.

“No,” I said, and went on to explain about her recent sleepover with Mia, and what happened when they were playing with Sandra’s dildo.

“Oh my God! And you never thought to tell me this? You just took advantage of her innocence and seduced her, is that it?” Sandra said.

“No! Look Sandie, I’m afraid neither Laura nor Mia are as innocent as you might think they are. And I didn’t ‘take advantage’ at all, what happened was as much Laura’s doing as it was mine!” I said, “Although I admit that, as the adult, I should have known better. But she’s so lovely, Sandra! I got carried away.”

There followed, what can only be called a ‘pregnant pause,’ with neither of us really knowing what to say. I knew that I had been found out by Laura’s mum, and decided to keep quiet. Sandra, for her part, was trying to come to terms with it all, and didn’t know what else to say. My greatest fear was that she might go to the police, and that I would also be banned from her house and would only ever see Laura again over the garden fence; that is, if they didn’t lock me up as a dyke child molester!

“God, I need a drink,” she suddenly said, and stormed into the kitchen, returning with two glasses and a bottle of brandy.

Totally astounded that she hadn’t physically thrown me out, but had now offered me a drink instead, I softly said, “Thanks,” as she sat down again.

“I suppose I’m disappointed that she couldn’t confide in me,” she said, “and tell me that she likes girls too. It’s my own fault, I’ve always been open with her and I think she knows I’m a lesbian. She’s had to grow up fast since her dad and me divorced, but I’ve always seen her as my little girl.”

“I wish I had told you that she had confided in me about her liking for other girls, Sandie, then at least this might all have been open and above board, and we could have talked about it,” I said.

With an unbelieving chuckle, she said, “I really don’t know who I’m more jealous of… you, or Laura. Both of you, I suppose.”

“You’re jealous of me? Why?” I asked.

“Okay, Naomi… it’s time for a little honesty, I guess. You don’t know what it’s like being a single mum to an eleven-year-old, and being a lesbian too. I’ve watched my little girl growing up and have had some naughty thoughts about her, at least since she was six years old. Now her body’s developing and my thoughts have gotten even naughtier. It sounds crazy, I know, but I have wanted her for ages now …..sexually, I mean, and I know that’s supposed to be wrong. So, that’s why I’m jealous of you,” she confessed.

“Oh,” was all I could think of to say, remembering the day they moved in and we got chatting and became friends, and my disappointment when Sandra started going out with Zoe. If I’m honest with myself, I was jealous about that; maybe that’s why I let things happen with Laura.

“Now do you understand why I was so angry when I came in tonight? I felt that you had taken away what I’ve wanted to have with Laura for such a long time now,” she said.

“Yes, I think I can understand now. But you have to know that she loves you, Sandie, and she will always be your little girl, whether you have sex with her or not,” I said, “But why did you say that you’re jealous of Laura?”

Giving an embarrassed laugh, she said, “Because when we moved in here, I was thrilled to find that you live alone next door, and I’ve had even naughtier dreams about you and me in bed together. Then I met Zoe and all that seemed to change.”

I was quite stunned by this revelation, knowing that I had probably had exactly the same dreams as Sandie when she moved in here, then I gave an embarrassed laugh, as I said, “I don’t think you know how jealous I was when you started going out with Zoe. Now I really do wish that we had talked about all this before; who knows where it might have led us?”

Now smiling, she said, “I still think it was very wicked of you to seduce my daughter though; especially since it’s something I wanted to do. Not to mention the fact that I fancied you right from day one.”

“We both have a lot to think about now,” I said, smiling, “I’d better put my knickers back on and go home. I’m sorry I made you angry, Sandie, but I’m pleased we had this talk. I do hope we can remain friends. I would miss you both so much if we fell out over this.” With that, I picked up my knickers and slipped them on, with Sandie watching my every move.

“I don’t want our friendship to end either,” she said. “Will you do one thing for me though?”

I nodded and said, “Of course, just name it.”

“Stay the night?” she said, totally throwing me off balance. Twenty minutes ago she was all but telling me to go, and never to darken her door again. “Please, Naomi?”

It was then that Laura came in, all smiles, and said, “I’m glad you haven’t fallen out with Naomi, Mum, she’s my friend too.”

We looked at each other, burst out laughing, and Sandie said, “Have you been listening, young lady?”

“I heard you shouting at Naomi, and came down to find out what was wrong, Mum, and I heard it all… I’m sorry,” she said.

Then we had a group hug and told Laura that everything was fine again, then we told her that I was staying the night — and sleeping with her mum.

She just smiled and said, “That is soooo cool!” With kisses all round, she took herself off to bed saying, “See you in the morning, Mum and… uh, other Mum. I guess.” We just looked at one another and started laughing again.

And so it was that Sandra and I ended up in bed together. We finished our drinks, then having seen that Laura had settled down to sleep, we headed for Sandie’s bedroom, where we shared our first kiss as soon as we had pushed the door closed. I felt her tongue search for mine, and I responded in kind.

Giggling, Sandie said, “You needn’t have put your knickers on after all.”

Smiling at her and stroking her left breast, I said, “Well, you can always take them off for me.”

With that, we resumed kissing, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we slowly undressed one another. Slipping my dress over my head, Sandie told me that I have lovely tits, and immediately took my right nipple into her mouth, sucking avidly.

I had unbuttoned her blouse, and now slipped it off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor and reaching for the clasp of her bra, freeing her own gorgeous tits. She is quite a bit bigger than me, I’m only a 34B, but Sandie is a 36C, and seeing her wonderful hard nipples with their large aureoles caused me to groan softly.

By this time, we were holding one another close and kissing again; Sandie’s hands were inside my knickers, stroking and squeezing my bum, and I unzipped her skirt and let it drop over her hips. She pushed me back onto the bed and lay down beside me, kissing my neck and shoulders, while stroking my tummy.

Oh, that delicious tingly feeling came over me again as I raked my fingers down her back and rolled her beneath me. She wrapped her legs round my waist, and I could feel her heat through her knickers as I grasped her bum cheeks, and her mouth went to my neck, causing me to hiss ‘Oh yes,’ as she started licking and kissing me there.

Pushing her legs down and lying between her thighs, I slowly kissed and licked my way to her lovely hard nipples, taking each in turn and sucking it between my lips, while my tongue teased them with little flicks. Working lower, I covered her tummy and belly in tiny kisses and licks until I reached the waistband of her knickers, then went on to kiss her vulva through them, all the while breathing in her heady, sexy aroma.

Sitting back on my heels, I drew her knickers down as she lifted her legs so that I could take them off, seeing for the first time her gorgeous cunt, with just a triangle of closely cropped hair pointing to the top of her slit.

My heart was beating hard, my tummy was trembling and my hands were shaking a bit, as I parted her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs, hearing her moan as my mouth got closer to her delicious cunt. Slowly licking and sucking her wet lips, I heard Sandie say, “Oh fuck Naomi, you have no idea how many dreams I’ve had about you doing this to me,” as she wrapped her fingers in my hair and lifted her hips.

My tongue soon found the entry to her vagina, and I rolled it around inside her, as my right thumb teased the top of her clit hood. Sandie locked my head between her thighs and tugged at my hair, as I moved my mouth hungrily to her clit and sucked that lovely hard nub into my mouth as I slipped two fingers into her very wet cunt and thrust in and out.

Sandie just kept saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over, until I felt her legs quiver and saw her tummy tremble as she thrust her hips toward me and reached the peak of her orgasm. I covered her vagina with my mouth, tasting her nectar as it flowed from her.

I kissed and licked my way back to her neck, pausing only to suck her delicious hard nipples. With our mouths once more locked together and our tongues mingling, our legs entwined and our hands seeking every part of each other’s bodies, we eventually lay side by side, letting our breathing return to normal.

“Now it’s my turn; I have waited oh so long for this moment, Naomi,” she said, then grinned. “Do I taste as good as Laura?”

“More mature,” I said smiling, “but just as sweet as your daughter.”

With that, parted my thighs, immediately plunging her face between them and sucking my clit. Hungrily, she sucked and licked my cunt, and finger fucked me to an enormous orgasm; and still she didn’t stop, making me have multiple orgasms as she made my juices flow. I was tugging at her short blonde hair all the while, and I remember saying “Oh fuck Sandie, yes, don’t stop,” as she made me come time after time.

God, it’s a long while since anyone has made me come like that, and I kept thrusting my hips upward, pushing my wet cunt against her mouth as her tongue teased my clit and plunged into my vagina.

Having sated herself at my spring, she came and sat on my face, saying, “Just be my slut for a while and make me come again.”

Which I willingly did, watching Sandie tweak her hard nipples and rub her tits as she filled my mouth once again with her sweet nectar, before leaning forward into a ’69′ with me as we slowly brought one another to a further sweet climax together. God, I thought, we are so good together.

Having licked each other clean, we lay kissing and stroking each other, when Sandie suddenly leant on her elbows and said,

“Oh my God, Naomi, that was wonderful. Somehow I just knew you would taste as nice as that, and I hate the fact that we waited all this time, and that it took an argument to get us in bed together.”

“Me too,” I said, “but what about Zoe?”

“Oh, I think Zoe is very much in the past now; that is, if you want us to go on seeing each other, and I hope you do,” she said.

“It would make me deliriously happy if we could be a family together — you, me and Laura. What do you think?” I replied.

“Maybe we should talk to Laura about that in the morning; I know it’s what I want,” said Sandra, grinning at me.

With that, we curled in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep as I told Sandie that I loved her and Laura. She cuddled me tighter and said that she felt the same way.

And that’s how we spent our first night together; drifting into sleep, only to awaken kissing and stroking each other. We made love twice more that first night, and were exhausted but very happy when Laura came into the bedroom the following morning and said, “Is there room for one more in this bed?” and grinned.

Laughing at her cheek, we both said “Yes,” and with that she climbed in between us, saying “I love you,” to both of us, before she pretended to be shocked and noticed that both her mum and me were still naked.

“Ah, well,” she said, “I don’t want to be the odd one out here,” and sat up to take off her nightie before lying down between us again.

I leant over and kissed her on the mouth, which I think at first surprised Sandra, who said, “And what about your mum?” and smiled at her.

Laura pulled Sandra to her and kissed her mother, very sensuously.

“Oh, my darling little girl,” Sandra said, “you kiss beautifully.”

“Make love to me, Mummy,” Laura said, “I heard you telling Naomi that you wanted to. Pretty please?”

With that, Sandra kissed her again and parted her thighs, going down to lick and kiss her daughter’s bare cunt for the first time, as I rolled over and started sucking Laura’s lovely, hard little nipples. The three of us gave out soft moans, until Laura’s mum brought her child to a shuddering orgasm and licked her juices into her mouth, and Laura groaned with the pleasure of her mummy making her come, while her grownup lover was sucking her nipples and kissing her.

In the aftermath of that first sexual encounter with her daughter, Sandie said to Laura, “How would you like it if we three became a family together, honey? Either Naomi moves in here, or we move in with Naomi, but we will all be together, and we can all make love. How would you like that, baby?”

“Yes!” was Laura’s reply — which said it all, really.

That’s how we came to be a family. Now, Sandie and I have a gorgeous, sexy daughter, and we’re all very happy together.

The End

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 24

  • Posted on March 23, 2018 at 11:17 am

By Purple Les

It was just getting light when I woke up. The clock said 6:30 am. I’d forgot where I was. Then I remembered I was at Siobhan’s house. I looked over and there she was, sound asleep.

She looked cute and beautiful all at the same time. I replayed in my mind what had happened the night before. After I’d watched her and her mom have sex, we’d taken a break to freshen up.

Me and Siobhan were laying naked on her bed when her mom came back in. She had a tray of ice tea and cookies with her. Me and Siobhan ate and drank while Jean talked.

“Girls, I loved what just happened,” Jean said.

Then she told us about how she’d have sex with her sister when she was a kid.

Me and Siobhan finished eating and drinking while she told us all that. It was making us kind of horny again, well, that and all of us sitting around naked.

Jean had me and Siobhan do some poses and stuff for her. She asked us to stand and kiss and hug and feel each other up. Jean sat on the bed and watched her eight-year-old daughter and me.

Jean asked me to lay on my back on the bed. Then she asked Siobhan to touch and play with my pussy. Siobhan was happy to do that. Jean started to play with herself while she watched.

I asked if I could lick their pussies at the same time.

Mother and daughter lay next to each other and I went back and forth on them while they kissed and felt each other up.

Jean ended up licking Siobhan again while I licked Jean. After they’d come, they took turns licking me. It ended with Jean licking my butt hole while Siobhan licked my pussy. I had a huge come.

Then Jean had us get ready for bed.

Jean said , “You girls can continue your slumber party, I must go rest.” She kissed us goodnight and left the room.

We put our pajamas back on. Me and Siobhan talked for awhile about what had happened. We were both very happy about it. She had a lot of questions about mother-daughter sex that I did my best to answer. We talked till we both fell asleep.

Now, in the dim morning light, I watched Siobhan sleep as I thought about all that, and then fell back asleep myself.

I woke up again later with the sunlight coming through the drapes and into my eyes. Siobhan was on her side resting her head on her hand and looking at me. She kissed my forehead.

I lay there for a while. Then I went to the bathroom. I peed, and then washed my hands and face, and my pussy too, in case anyone wanted to lick it again.

When I came out of the bathroom Siobhan said, “How’s my monkey girl?”

So I did a somersault on the floor and started walking around like an ape. Waving my hands and arms over my head and making my legs all bowed and short. I made monkey faces and sounds.

Siobhan was shrieking with laughter.

That made me act even sillier which made her laugh harder.

Then I pulled my pajamas off. I did more monkey stuff and jumped on the bed. I felt around Siobhan’s hair and pretended to pull out bugs and eat them.

Siobhan stopped laughing and was staring at my pussy. I pulled at her pajamas till she was naked like me.

Siobhan smiled at me and said, “I have the most deliciously wicked idea, Katy. Let’s go to my mother’s room nude and engage her in sex with us.”

I smiled back and told her that was a great idea.

She led me by the hand to Jean’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and we heard this odd noise.

It sounded like “WRRRR, wrrrrr, WRR” back and forth, loud and soft.

Siobhan looked at me with a question on her face.

I looked back at her the same way and shrugged my shoulders.

Whatever the noise was, we’d have to go in and find out.

Siobhan pushed the door open and led me in. We stopped about three feet from the bed. Jean was naked with the bed covers pushed back. She was on her back with her eyes closed.

With one hand she played with her nipples. The other hand was between her legs moving something back and forth. That’s what was making the noise. When it was mostly out of her pussy it was loud and once back inside, less loud.

Her eyes opened and she looked at us.

“What a wonderful thing to see,” she said, looking us up and down.

We jumped on the bed kneeling on either side of her, near her hips.

We watched her masturbate.

“It’s a vibrating dildo.” Jean said, as she watched us looking at it going in and out of her pussy. Jean pulled it all the way out and turned it off. She held it in the air.

It was slick with her pussy honey. I leaned forward and licked her stuff off it. Siobhan copied me.

Jean said, “Let me show you how to help me.”

Jean handed the dildo to Siobhan and then with one hand Jean spread her pussy open. With her other hand she guided Siobhan’s hand till she had pushed the dildo deep into her pussy.

Jean showed Siobhan how to turn on the vibrator part. Then she showed Siobhan how to move it in and out.

I played with Jean’s tits while I watched Siobhan masturbate her mother.

I started to rub my pussy too. Jean watched me while Siobhan kept working her mom’s pussy with the vibe. After a little bit Jean put her hand back over Siobhan’s hand and moved the vibrator faster and harder.

Jean yelled out. “Fuck me! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Coming. Fuck! Uhhhhhhhhh, yeah!”

Me and Siobhan watched wide eyed as Jean came like crazy.

Jean pulled the dildo out and turned it off then just lay there panting and looking me and Siobhan up and down. Then Jean licked the dildo clean.

Jean turned the vibe back on and stuck it on my pussy. I had like a super come in a few seconds and fell over on my side.

Siobhan said, “Do it to me, Mother!”

Which Jean did, with the same result it had had on me.

Jean threw some clothes on after awhile and told us to put something on while she made breakfast for us.

Siobhan took me back to her bedroom and we cleaned up a little and then just put on our bathrobes and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Jean had made something called crepes. They were sort of like rolled up pancakes but different. We had fruit with them and they were real good.

Jean looked at us while we sat around the table and she asked, “Do you girls have anything on under those robes?”

I said, “That’s for us to know, and you to find out.”

“Very well then,” said Jean, “stand up.”

We stood up and Jean opened my robe up first. Her eyes went right to my pussy and she smiled. Then she opened her daughter’s robe up and gave an even bigger smile as she looked Siobhan up and down.

She took off Siobhan’s robe and put it on the kitchen table all spread out. Then she removed my robe.

“Sit on the table, you two,” Jean ordered us.

She took my robe and knelt on it on the floor. Jean began to lick our pussies back and forth while me and Siobhan watched.

After she did that for a while she led us back upstairs to her bedroom. She had her own bathroom with a huge tub that she filled up while she took her clothes off.

We all three of us bathed together. She washed me and Siobhan all over with just her hands. Then me and Siobhan did the same to Jean.

We hung out naked on Jean’s bed after that and talked a lot.

Then we all got dressed. I beat Siobhan in another game of chess. Then Aunt Billie arrived to take me home. On the drive back, Aunt Billie asked if I’d had a good time.

I told her about all the sex stuff. When we got home Mom was in her room asleep.

Aunt Billie asked, “Hearing about your sleepover has me really horny, Katy. Would you be up to having some fun with me?”

I said, “Yeah for sure. Um, my pussy’s a little tired but I sure would love to get naked with you. Maybe I could lick you, okay?”

Me and Aunt Billie got naked, right there in the living room. She kissed me and felt me up while she asked me to tell her again some parts of the sleepover. She’d stop me at some points and asked questions.

Aunt Billie got so horny that when I licked her pussy it didn’t take long for her to have a huge come on my face.

Afterward we cleaned up and dressed and Mom finally came out of her bedroom to hang with us.

We had a light dinner and Aunt Billie went home. Me and Mom went to bed early.

Monday and Tuesday were just regular days at school and home. Monday night Mom helped me fix the record player. She showed me how to use it. We listened to an album. That’s what they call the big black discs that you play. I liked that you could change the speed and make the songs sound funny.

Wednesday my asthma was acting up. I wasn’t allowed to go to phys ed class and stayed in the class room while Mrs Collins worked on report cards and I got a start on my homework.

Mrs Collins asked me to go to the office and get envelopes for her. I was glad to get away from my homework for a minute and went to the front office.

The pretty woman was there and asked, “How can I help you?”

I said, “Mrs Collins told me to come get her some vanilla envelopes.”

She smiled and said, “You mean manila. Did she say what size?”

“Um, report card size, I guess.” She talked with me a little as she got a box of them, then I went back to my classroom with them.

As I handed the box to Mrs Collins, she said, “Katy, are you upset with me for some reason?”

“Golly, no. You’re my favorite teacher.”

“Well, you seem like you’ve been afraid of me or something. If anything or anyone is bothering you, I hope you know I’m always here for you to talk to.”

“Um, thanks.”

Then I went back to my seat. I wondered if I should say anything or not. I went back to her desk. Mrs Collins looked up at me from her work and smiled but didn’t say anything.

I chewed my bottom lip and my eyes felt hot.

“I’m sorry you thought I was mad at you or something. I… don’t know how to say this.”

Mrs Collins looked at me a little worried now but still waited for me to say whatever I had on my mind.

I went on, “It’s just that I’ve been having dreams about you.”

“Oh,” Mrs Collins said, “Like you have to talk in class and you’re in your underwear or something? We all have dreams like that. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s…” I felt my face getting all hot. “I have sex dreams about you. Every night.”

I put my hands over my face and looked down as I took a step backwards away from her. Why had I told her, I thought to myself. Why was I so stupid.

“Oh.” Mrs Collins said as she pulled my hands away from my face. “Have you talked to your mother about this, Katy?”

I nodded my head.

“She said, ‘Dream are just dreams.’ That it’s normal to have dreams. She said I should…”

There is no way I’d ever tell her what Mom said.

Mrs Collins gave me the kind of nice smile a mom gives and said, “What did your mother say, Katy?”

I swallowed hard and said, “Just between us? You can’t never tell no one, ever.”

Mrs Collins didn’t correct my English like she would always do, instead she just said, “It will be our secret.”

“Mom said,” and then I kind of blushed I think and wiggled a little and I went for it, “Um, my Mom, said I should masturbate before bed and maybe I wouldn’t have the dreams about you.”

Now Mrs Collins blushed a little bit. She asked me, “Oh, I see. Did it help, Katy?”

Now I couldn’t stop my stupid mouth from talking.

“No. I have a dream about you every morning and wake up all sticky down there between my legs.”

I looked at the floor again and wished I could drop through it.

“If it makes you feel any better, Katy, over the years, some boys, and a few girls also, have had a crush on me. I know this is a little different. I want you to know that I’m not angry or upset. It’s a normal thing that just happens. I promise you that it will stop at some point and you’ll forget all about it. Okay?”

“Okay.” It was hard for me to look at her.

Mrs Collins smiled at me. “I’m glad you told me, Katy. I hope you feel a little better now.”

“I guess so. Thanks.”

“All right. Now how about you get back to your homework.”

I went back to my desk. I started my homework again. I was glad Mrs Collins was my teacher.

As Mary walked me home after school, I was quiet. That was okay, she did all the talking anyway. We kissed goodbye at my house. I wondered to myself, as I looked for my house key, if I’d ever stop having sex dreams about Mrs Collins. In a way I hoped I would. In another way it made me sort of horny that now Mrs Collins knew I had sex dreams about her.

Friday night after dinner Mom sat with me on the couch. She put her arm around me and said, “I have to leave very early tomorrow morning. Aunt Billie and I will be gone most of the day. We’ll be home early evening.”

“I’ve arranged for Pam to stay with you. She’ll be here when you wake up in the morning. I want you on your best behavior, understand?”

“Where are you guys going?”

“It’s grown-up stuff, Katy. I don’t think you’d enjoy being with us. All very boring things that I don’t even want to do.”

“Then don’t! Stay home with me.”

Mom kissed my head and twirled my hair with a finger. “I wish I could,” she said, “sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to. Just obey Pam. Do your chores, take a shower and put on clean clothes.”

I made a pout face. Mom smiled and said, “If it makes you feel any better, Mary and Lucy will be here with you from around eleven till two or so to play with you.”

That did make me feel better. I was sorry Mom wouldn’t be home, but I was looking forward to seeing if Pam would do sex stuff with me again. Even if she wouldn’t, I knew Mary and Lucy would for sure.

I wanted to ask Mom what was going on with her. I didn’t though. I’d brought my report card home after school. With just two Bs, a D and the rest all Cs, she wasn’t very happy with me. So I didn’t ask her anymore because I knew it would just turn in to another lecture over my grades and studying harder.

She tucked me in later. I didn’t wake up till way early in the morning. I heard voices and cars in the driveway. I just went back to sleep. When I got up it was way after eight.

I came downstairs in my PJ’s and went to the bathroom. When I came out I noticed the TV was on. I went in the living room to find Pam asleep on the couch. I turned off the TV and that woke her up.

Pam had on blue jeans and a sweatshirt. There wasn’t much purple left in her hair. She still had her purple lipstick. But nothing else was purple anymore. She rubbed her eyes and stretched.

“Hi, Squirt,” she said, through a yawn. “You been up long?”

“No. I just got up. Why are you here?”

Pam looked at me like I was zombie or something. “Didn’t your mom tell you I was watching you today?”

Then I remembered what Mom had told me last night. “Oh yeah. I forgot.” Then I remembered about the cars and voices I’d heard way before, that was everyone coming and going.

For breakfast Pam made us toast and we had cereal and juice. The best part was we ate it in front of the TV watching westerns. Mom never lets me do that.

Then I did my chores while Pam did homework. It was nice having her there. After my chores, I took a shower and washed my hair. I went up to my room and put all clean play clothes on.

Pam brushed my hair when I came down and put it in pigtails.

That’s when Mary and Lucy got to my house. Mrs Tran told them to be good and she left. After my ten-year-old friend Mary and her six-year-old sister had their coats and boots off, we hung out in the living room with Pam our thirteen-year-old babysitter.

I saw Mary checking out Pam. So I ran over and stood next to Pam and said, “I know I’m only nine but I look just as hot as Pam, don’t I?”

Lucy agreed right away that I did. Mary said, “I love you, Katy, but Pam has curves and nice little boobies. Pam is way hotter than you.”

I jumped on the couch on top of Mary and started to tickle her. She tickled me back and I fell on the floor with her on top of me.

“Okay, you two!” Pam said. “No rough housing. I’ll be in trouble if you guys break anything.”

“Well, tell her to be nice to me.” I said to Pam. At that Mary punched my arm.

“Hey! Aren’t you brats supposed to do what I tell you?”

Me and Mary nodded our heads, “Yes” and Lucy said, “I’m being good.”

“Yes, you are.” said Pam to Lucy. Then Pam said to me and Mary, “Stand up you two.” Me and Mary stood up. “Now kiss each other.”

Me and Mary looked at each other surprised. We smiled at each other.

Mary put one hand on the back of my head and her other hand on the small of my back. She moved her head toward me and her mouth went against mine. I put my hands on Mary’s butt and squeezed her cheeks.

Mary’s tongue went in my mouth and I put mine in hers. We were rubbing against each other when Lucy said, “Aw, Pam, this is boring. Make them do something more fun.”

“Okay.” said Pam. “Lucy, you get up too.”

Pam sat down in the easy chair while the three of us stood in front of the couch. Pam was knocking her knees together back and forth and she had her finger in her mouth, then she said, “Okay. All three of you take all your clothes off.” We all looked at her. “Come on, you brats. Your moms said you have to obey me. Now strip.”

Lucy clapped her hands and jumped up and down, then she shucked off all her clothes in about five seconds. I wasn’t too far behind her. Mary was taking her sweet time.

Mary took off her clothes piece by piece, slowly folding her clothes as she undressed and laying them neatly on the couch. Not that me or Pam minded. It was pretty sexy.

We were all looking at Mary now that she was nude like me and Lucy. Pam stood up and looked us all up and down. Then she moved behind us.

Pam said, “Okay, now feel up each other’s butts.”

Mary was in the middle, so me and Lucy were feeling Mary’s ass, while Mary had one hand on my ass and the other on her little sister’s cute bare ass.

We looked over our shoulders at Pam whose face was red now. Pam smiled and said, “Yeah, that’s real good.” Then she moved back in front of us and said, “Now play with each other’s pussies.”

Once again, Lucy’s and my hands met on Mary’s pussy. Mary had one hand on my pussy and her other hand on her sister’s. We liked touching each other like that.

Lucy said, “This is fun.”

As me and her both fingered Mary’s moist slit, we got even wetter as Pam slowly undressed in front of us. When Pam was bare-naked also, she sat down in the chair and spread her legs. She began to masturbate while she watched us playing with each other’s pussies.

Mary looked over at me and said, “Katy, go get the puzzle box.”

I felt dizzy. “You sure?”

“Yes! Go get it now.”

I slowly walked up to my bedroom. I got the puzzle box and came back down. When I came back in the living room Lucy had just finished clapping her hands and saying “Yeah, I want to see them again!”

Pam had just crossed her heart with her finger and said, “It sounds cool, Mary, I promise to keep it secret.”

While I’d been gone they’d all moved to the couch. Mary said, “Get your Mom’s laptop now.”

When I came back with it, Mary put the connections in it that hooked it up to the flat screen TV. Then Mary smiled at me and said, “Open up the puzzle box.”

I’d done it so many times now I had it open in just a few seconds. I dumped the six thumb drives on to the coffee table. Mary looked at them closely.

They all looked the same to me but Mary looked at each one and put them in a line on the coffee table. Then Mary got up and made sure all the doors were locked and all the shades drawn.

Next Mary sat back down with us. She grabbed the TV remote and the screen came up blue. Then she turned on the laptop and the computer screen came up on the TV.

Mary put in the thumb drive that was first in the row of them she’d made. Lucy clapped her hands as an image began to appear. On the bottom left side of the screen in a square we could see Mary. She had on a t-shirt and blue panties.

Then the rest of the screen appeared. There was a girl wearing a green t-shirt and purple panties. Her hair was dark brown and pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were blue. She had a cute face and a turned-up nose.

“Yeah, Mary,” said the girl on the screen “I really love that song too.”

“So do you have a girlfriend?” the girl on the screen asked as she lay down on her tummy.

“No,” said the Mary on the screen. “There’s a girl I like. She’s my best friend. But I don’t think she thinks about sex. What about you, Kelly?” Mary asked the girl who took up most of the screen.

“Not really. But that doesn’t stop me from having sex. So you’ve never done stuff with a girl?”

The Mary in the small part of the screen laughed and said, “Yeah, I’ve done stuff with a girl lots of times.”

The other girl, Kelly looked very interested. “Yeah? Who’d you do stuff with?”

Mary answered, “I’d better not say. You’ll think I’m a total freak.”

Kelly laughed, “I already think that. Tell me who and I’ll take my shirt off.”

Mary said, “You have anything on under your shirt?”

“Not a thing. You’ll see my tits, if you tell me, that is.”

“I have a little sister. I do sex stuff with her. We really have fun.”

Kelly, the girl on the screen, said, “That’s cool!”

She took off her shirt and she had very small but nice boobs. “I do that too, Mary. I mean, I have a little sister too and we do stuff.”

Then the screen went blank. I looked over and Lucy clapped. Pam was sitting with her mouth wide open and her eyes wide open.

Mary winked at me and took out the thumb drive and put the next one in.

The screen had the same thing, Mary in a small square, Kelly in the rest of the screen. Kelly had on a dress.

Kelly said, “Come on, Mary. I will if you will.”

She was sitting on the floor of a bedroom. She lifted her dress up briefly to show she had nothing underneath. We got a quick peek at her bare pussy.

In the small part of the screen Mary was sitting on the floor in her bedroom. She looked a little scared but she was also smiling.

“Okay, Kelly.”

Then Mary pulled her shirt off over her head and yanked down her shorts and panties at the same time.

I looked over again. Lucy was leaning forward watching the screen. Pam had her hands between her legs with her thighs pressed hard against them.

Mary was looking also. Then she looked at me, winked and looked back at the TV.

On the screen Kelly had lifted her dress to her armpits. She began to play with her pussy. Mary on the smaller part of the screen was doing the same. Then the screen went blank.

Mary quickly put the next drive in. It started where the other one left off. As the two girls on the screen watched each other, Mary said, “I’m almost 10. How old are you?”

Kelly answered, “I just turned 12. How old’s your sister. Mine’s just five.”

“Yeah, mine’s five too.”

These were a little while ago. Mary was now ten, and Lucy six. On the screen Kelly lifted her legs in the air and we saw her butt for a moment till she put her legs back down.

“Wow, you have a real nice ass, Kelly.”

“Thanks. Show me yours.”

On the screen Mary got on her hands and knees and showed her ass and pussy as she turned her backside to the camera.

“Yeah! Real nice.” said Kelly.

Now on the screen both girls were really masturbating.

Here in my living room we were super horny now, watching what was happening on the screen, with a slightly younger Mary rubbing off on in her bedroom online with another girl.

I looked over and Mary nudged her little sister and whispered something to her. Lucy smiled, nodded, and got on the floor. She spread a surprised Pam’s legs apart and started to kiss and play with Pam’s pussy.

Pam’s eyes went back and forth from the TV to the little girl between her legs.

While that was happening Mary got on her knees in front of me and began to lick my pussy.

The scene on the screen ended with Mary and her online friend Kelly coming. Then the scene started again. Pam reached over and took my hand.

We kept looking from the TV to each other. Then I looked at Lucy licking Pam’s pussy while Pam looked at Mary licking my pussy. Then Pam looked down at Lucy and grabbed her head and pushed her hips forward from the couch.

Mary tickled my butt hole with one finger and put a finger in my pussy as she sucked my clit.

Me and Pam had big comes at almost the same time. Then Mary and Lucy sat back down on the couch between us. They both wiped their mouths with the back of their arms.

Mary said, “You guys ready for the next three or do you want to take a break?”

Me and Pam wanted a break. Turned out, Mary’s idea of a break was for me to lick her pussy. Lucy splayed her legs wide and told Pam to lick her.

Mary came pretty fast and I rested my head on her thigh as I watched Pam enjoy Lucy’s pussy. Lucy had a pretty intense come. We sat around for a while all dreamy.

Then we took turns in the bathroom and got dressed. Pam made some sandwiches. We ate in the kitchen. After we ate, me and Mary cleaned up the kitchen and we all went back to the living room.

“So, you guys want to watch the other three thumb drives?” I asked.

They all thought it was a great idea. We all got naked again. This time we all took a long time looking at each other naked before we sat back down on the blanket we’d covered the couch with.

Mary and Lucy were in the middle again. This time Pam was next to Mary and me next to Lucy. Mary put the thumb drive in and we all sat back as the screen lit up.

The first three had been from four to nine minutes long. The one playing now would be longer and hotter than any of those. We all settled back.

Lucy clapped her hands and said, “I love this one!”

I knew we would too.

Continue on to Chapter 25

Melinda, My Love

  • Posted on March 22, 2018 at 6:21 am

By Kathy-Anne Niemann

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2008 }

Carrie Newton signed her name to the piece of paper and folded it. She slipped it in the envelope and sealed it with a little heart sticker, just as the bell rang.

Her heart jumped up into her throat as the class stood up to leave. Carrie stood up as well, hiding the envelope behind her back, putting on her stentorian teacher’s voice. “Don’t forget, guys,” she said. “Read Chapter Three tonight. We’re gonna have a quiz tomorrow!”

There were the requisite groans and mutters. Carrie smiled at it. She’d done the same thing when she’d been a student here thirteen years ago.

Before everyone could leave, though, Carrie spoke up again. “Melinda Walters, can I see you for a second, please?”

Melinda, who was just at the door, hugging her books to her chest, deep in important conversation with her best friend Julie, stopped on her toes and turned around. Her short skirt ballooned out with the movement and her blond pigtails flipped jauntily around her head. She weaved her way through the rest of the class and approached Carrie’s desk with a sprightly little walk.

“Yes, ma’am?” she asked. Her braces glinted briefly, and Carrie watched Melinda’s tongue move every time she opened her mouth to chew on her wad of gum. They never let me have gum when I had braces, Carrie thought to herself. Times must have changed.

Carrie quelled the butterflies in her stomach, and pinched herself as hard as she could on her right ass cheek as she raised a leg to seat herself on her desk. She’d worn her khaki pants and her semi-sheer white blouse today, even though she always envisioned that she’d be wearing a skirt. Maybe the long, pleated dress. The low cut one.

“I want to give you something,” Carrie said. She could hear her voice quavering. “It’s kind of special.”

Melinda smiled. Carrie’s heart fluttered even more when she saw those braces. How cute. “What is it?” she asked.

Carrie slowly pulled the envelope out from behind her back. “I…” she started. She caught her breath and started again. “I want to ask you something, but I can’t ask you to your face. I need to do it like this.”

Melinda’s spindly little fingers plucked the envelope out of Carrie’s hand and she put her books down on Carrie’s desk to open it. Carrie spared a look at the girl’s chest. She was wearing a tight, blue t-shirt that had a picture of a little rabbit on it. Carrie could make out the outline of the girl’s training bra underneath, and wondered briefly what color it was.

Her heart jumped again as Melinda opened the envelope. Carrie felt like she was going to puke, and checked to make sure the garbage can was exactly where she’d put it just in case.

Melinda pulled the little card out of the envelope and opened it. Carrie knew the words by heart, even though she didn’t have the courage to bring a voice to them.

Melinda,
I’ve been watching you since the beginning of the semester. I think you’re a very special girl, and I want to get to know you better. Would you have dinner with me tonight?
Miss Newton.

Time stopped as Carrie watched the girl’s eyes move back and forth across the words. When she was done reading, Melinda looked up at Carrie, who had folded her hands together and was cautiously chewing on her thumbs.

“Is this for real?” asked Melinda.

Carrie nodded. “I really like you, Melinda.”

Melinda’s cheeks flushed, but her face betrayed confusion. “Do you mean, like, a date?”

Carrie nodded again, eyes expectant, stomach cartwheeling. She checked the proximity of the trash can again.

Melinda flushed more. “Miss Newton,” she said, “I don’t know if…”

“Shhh.” Carrie said. “It’s just dinner. Just a date. We’ll go out and have dinner, and we’ll walk around a little bit and then I’ll take you back home.”

“What am I gonna tell my parents?”

“I’ll talk to them,” Carrie said. “I’ll explain that my intentions toward you are completely honorable and I wish you absolutely no harm in the world.”

“Yeah, but…”

“I’ll tell them how much I admire you. Your sense of humor, your beauty, your youth and… Do you know what joie de vivre means?”

Melinda was chewing on her bottom lip, an act that Carrie found intensely erotic. How she wanted to kiss that lip. How she’d been fixating on this moment, this girl, for so long. “No,” the girl answered.

“It’s French,” Carrie told her, picking at her fingernails. “It means lust for life.”

“It’s pretty,” Melinda said.

Carrie breathed deep, exhaled slowly. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been watching you, waiting for this moment. I look forward to third period English as soon as it’s over. As soon as I watch you walk out the door, I can’t wait to watch you walk back in.”

Melinda smiled, and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear.

“I look for you in the halls,” Carrie continued. “I scan up and down the halls for the briefest glimpse of you.”

Again, Melinda blushed. Carrie put a tender hand on the side of the girl’s face, “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie,” Carrie told her. “You’re a beautiful little girl, and you’d make me the happiest woman in the world if you said yes.”

When the girl looked up, her clear blue eyes were tearing, her lip trembling. “Okay,” she said.

Now Carrie’s heart leapt again, this time in joy, not anticipation. She stood up and brought the girl into an embrace, her own eyes tearing up a bit. “Thank you, Melinda,” she said. “Thank you.”

Carrie could feel the girl nod. Eventually, she broke the embrace and sat back down on her desk, wiping tears away from her eyes with the back of her wrist. “Can I pick you up at seven?”

Melinda nodded.

“Okay,” Carrie said. She caressed a few strands of the girl’s blond hair and made herself fold her hands in her lap. “I’ll see you then.”

The girl smiled and picked up her books, hugging them to her chest. “See you then,” she said, and walked out of the room.

Once the door closed, Carrie gazed heavenward. “Thank you,” she whispered her face radiant.

She was going on a date with Melinda Walters. The sweetest little girl in the seventh grade.

Carrie made her way through the crowded halls to the staff bathroom, where she washed her face in the sink, then looked into the mirror. She looked young for twenty-five, and loved that. She’d always cherished youth and beauty, and especially young girls.

Young girls with tight blue t-shirts, the kind that were so tight you could make out the training bra underneath. Young girls with braces and pigtails.

Slipping into a toilet stall and seating herself, Carrie unzipped the fly on her slacks and slid a hand inside her panties. She masturbated herself to an intense orgasm and almost collapsed with the force of her climax.

When she recovered, she straightened her clothes and hair, then calmly walked out of the bathroom, heart pounding in her chest, her feet barely touching the ground.

Since she’d been Melinda’s age, Carrie Newton had always known she liked girls. They were so soft and pretty and the boys were so ugly and stupid and dumb. She’d lost her virginity to Shelly Adams, another girl in her class, behind the dumpsters at this very school when she’d been a grade above where Melinda was now. They’d kissed and masturbated each other to climax, and then hadn’t said much of a word to each other afterward. Carrie always thought Shelly had been embarrassed, but Carrie never felt that way.

In high school, Carrie joined the drama club and bedded every girl who would let her, which turned out to be quite a lot. Carrie’s father was never around much, and her mother was a drinker, so Carrie always had access to alcohol and weed. The girls liked her because she seemed older than she was, and she liked the girls because, well, they didn’t have penises.

When she went to a out-of state college, Carrie fucked her dorm roommate the first week they were together. She made the rounds in the dorm, and she was quite popular with the other girls who were just out of their parents’ house, ready to experiment with life.

It was during her junior year of college when she had her first underage girl. Hillary, her name was. The girl went to the high school across the street from Carrie’s college campus. Hillary was a freshman in high school, only fourteen years old.

Carrie had taken Hillary back to her dorm room, then coaxed the girl out of her clothes and into her bed. Carrie never forgot that experience. Never forgot the way the girl was too shy to take off her panties. She hadn’t wanted Carrie to look at her crotch, or touch it, or anything. Carrie always thought that was the cutest thing she’d ever experienced.

Ever since then, mature girls never did much for her. She wanted youth, she wanted inexperience, she wanted innocence.

When she graduated from college with a degree in Education, she moved back to her home town, back into her parents’ house, until she could find a job. She was thrilled to get a posting to the same junior high she’d gone to. On her first day there, she visited the dumpsters where she’d lost her virginity to Shelly Adams. It was heaven for her, around all those nubile bodies, those sweet little things just at the cusp of life, the beginnings of adulthood. Not wanting to jeopardize her position, she stayed away from seducing her students, so she stuck mostly to the malls, where she spent many an afternoon searching out sweet little things to love.

And then, into her third period English class walked Melinda Walters.

Those long, coltish legs, those sweet little arms, the braces, the cheeks, the hair. She fell in love almost instantly, which was something of a new experience for her. All the women and girls she’d bedded, all the hands, fingers and dildos she’d had inside of her, and she never once believed that she was in love. That all changed when she got to know Melinda. This girl was funny and cute and innocent all in one. She was the kind of girl who would grow up to be a beauty pageant queen or a TV news anchorwoman. She wasn’t classically beautiful yet, but in a few years time, she would be.

In college, if she’d met Melinda, Carrie would have just turned on the seduction and bedded her right away. When the cute little blond had come into her life, though, she didn’t want just sex, she wanted a relationship. A bond, a lasting understanding. She stayed awake nights thinking about dating the girl. She knew people would give them funny looks, but she didn’t care. If this was what love was, then there was nothing that could stand in the way of it, as she’d heard in countless power ballads on the radio.

Love. The very idea of it was scary and exhilarating at the same time. It was something that Carrie Newton wanted more than anything in the world.

*****

She pulled up to the house at 6:45. It was a small, one-story home a couple of blocks from the school. The lights were on in the living room, and there was a red Dodge Neon in the driveway. Carrie took a deep breath and stepped out of her car, straightening her skirt as she did. She’d decided to go with a long pink and white striped skirt and heeled boots with a white sweater, then put on makeup and her best pair of earrings (which had been given to her by a girl she’d known in college, the one who was into water sports and piercings).

Again, the butterflies came to her stomach as she strode up the walk.

Be calm, she told herself. Be an adult. Talk sensibly to them and they’ll understand. She tried to believe that the words calmed her, but she realized that she was only trying to make herself feel better. For all she knew, Melinda’s parents were bible-thumping Republicans who would run her out of town on a rail for her audacity.

Eyes on the prize, she told herself. Love will conquer all. With that thought in her head, she rang the doorbell.

She heard movement inside and toyed briefly with the idea of just running away. Before she could move, though, the door opened on a woman who appeared to be a few years older than Carrie, dark haired, wearing slacks and a red blouse. Her eyes were striking, but not as striking as her enormous chest. Well into the double D range, Carrie reckoned. The woman pushed open the screen door and held it open for Carrie.

“You must be Miss Newton,” the woman said.

“Call me Carrie,” Carrie answered, holding out her hand.

The woman took her hand and shook it carefully. “Becky,” she said. “Becky Walters.”

Carrie smiled charmingly. “Pleased to meet you.”

Becky’s return smile was a little more strained than Carrie’s, but still polite. “This is my husband, Richard,” she said.

Carrie turned around and faced a shortish man, thinning blond hair, mustached, muscular but skinny. “Carrie,” she said, holding out her hand.

Richard looked a little more dubious about taking Carrie’s hand, but eventually did, nodding formally and uncomfortably.

“Won’t you have a seat, Carrie?” Becky asked.

“Sure,” she said.

Becky shut the door and led the three of them into the living room, which was decorated in traditional trappings, two couches facing a large screen TV. There was a piano in the corner and a plate glass door that lead out to the backyard, which was dark. They seated themselves on the couches, Becky and Richard on one, Carrie on the other.

There was a long, awkward moment as the three sat staring at each other. Carrie could tell that neither of Melinda’s parents were willing to get the ball rolling, so she started in on the speech she’d been rehearsing to herself for the last three weeks.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I’m interested in your daughter,” she said.

Richard nodded severely. “The thought had occurred to us.”

“First off,” Carrie began, “I want you to know that I’m not some kind of pervert. I’m not out to hurt your daughter or humiliate her or ruin her or anything. On the contrary, I want to protect her from such things just as much as you do.”

Neither of Melinda’s parents were impressed.

Carrie cleared her throat. “I’m a lesbian,” she said, “although I don’t really identify myself by that. Let’s just say I’m a woman who enjoys the companionship of other women.”

“Girls, you mean,” Becky said and crossed her arms across her enormous breasts.

“Girls,” Carrie said, “Sure. You see, I’ve gotten to know your daughter pretty well over this semester and I know that she’s a special little girl. She’s funny, she’s extremely bright, and she’s beautiful. I love seeing her smile. I get a rush whenever I see her in the hallway. She’s an extraordinary young woman and I want to be part of her life, even if it’s a small part.”

Richard rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Putting aside the fact that you’re her teacher, which brings up a whole list of ethical issues, you admit that you’re also a pedophile.”

Carrie shook her head. “A pedophile is someone who is obsessed with young children, and usually wants to bring them to harm. Hurting Melinda is the last thing I want to happen. My intentions toward her are completely honorable. I’m not a pedophile, Mr. Walters, any more than I’m a lesbian. Like I said, I’m a woman who prefers the company of young girls.”

Richard wasn’t impressed. “How old are you, Miss Newton?”

“Richard!” Becky scolded.

“No,” Carrie said, holding up a hand, “it’s okay. I’m twenty five.”

“That makes you thirteen years older than my daughter,” Richard said. “I think that makes this a little inappropriate. Not to mention the fact that you’re her teacher.”

Becky piped up here. “And the fact that she’s not old enough to date anyone.”

Carrie smiled. “I’d understand if you didn’t want her to date a boy her age. They’re just raging bags of hormones. I’m a responsible adult with a respectable job and a good amount of education. I’ve never been convicted of a crime, and there isn’t a violent bone in my body. I just want to take your daughter out to dinner, and then I’ll bring her straight back home at whatever time you want. I’ll give you my cell phone number, if it will set your mind at ease. You can call as often as you like.”

Becky squinted at her, and hesitated. The three of them sat staring at each other for a few moments, Carrie fixing them with an expectant, adult gaze. Finally, Becky gripped her husband’s hand. “Would you excuse us for a moment, Carrie?” she asked.

“Certainly.”

Becky led Richard into another room through a swinging door. She could see the fridge on the other side of the door, could smell dinner cooking.

She heard low talking that escalated into louder talking, although she couldn’t make out any words. Carrie looked around the room while Melinda’s parents discussed her worth. Truthfully, Carrie was half-expecting them to call the police and have her arrested, but it was a chance she was willing to take. For love.

On the piano were framed pictures of Melinda as a progressively younger girl, going back to what must have been her first grade picture. Carrie was happy to note that the girl was just as beautiful back then as she was today. Her wonderful, bright smile. Carrie could tell why her parents had opted for braces for their daughter. Her face was beautiful, but her teeth were a little out of joint in the pictures.

After what felt like a lifetime, the door opened and Becky and Richard came back out and sat down wordlessly on the couch.

Richard cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together. “You see, Miss Newton,” he started. “We didn’t know until this afternoon that our daughter was even interested in… this kind of thing. It’s kind of a shock to hear that she’s attracted to women.”

Becky took over. “When she came home this afternoon and told us what happened, we didn’t know how to take it. We wanted you to come over here and be some kind of hideous freak, so we could call the cops and send you to jail.”

Richard again. “But we think you’re for real. We think your intentions toward our daughter are honorable, and that you’re a responsible adult. They probably wouldn’t have let you become a teacher if you weren’t.”

Carrie fought the urge to burst into a big smile.

Becky spoke. “Also, Melinda is growing into a young woman, and we think it might be a good idea if her first experience with dating was with someone who was responsible and mature, man or woman, boy or girl.”

Carrie nodded.

Richard again, “She’s still young, and this might be a phase, but we don’t want to stand in her way if she prefers women to men.”

Becky’s turn. “We’re going to let you take our daughter out tonight, but I want to keep tabs on you as much as possible, like you said.”

“No problem,” Carrie said. She reached into her purse to grab a pen and scrap of paper. She wrote her number down on the back and handed it to Richard.

“And know this,” Richard said, face turning serious, “If anything bad happens to my daughter, so help me, I will hunt you to the end of the earth and kill you where you stand.”

“I don’t blame you a bit,” Carrie said, unable now to hide the smile from her face. “I would do the exact same thing in your shoes.”

“Melinda, honey?” called Becky.

Carrie heard a door open, saw a soft light in the hallway behind her.

Within moments, Melinda appeared, dressed in an adorable, long white dress, punctuated here and there with print flowers. Her hair was down and curled, her face made up, and her fingernails painted. Carrie’s heart almost melted right there, and she wanted nothing so much in the world than to pick this girl up into her arms and kiss her.

“You look adorable, Melinda,” Carrie said.

“Thanks,” Melinda said, embarrassed.

Becky motioned her daughter over. “Come here, hon,” she said. Melinda crossed the room and stood in front of her mother. “We’re going to let you go out with Miss Newton, but I want you back in this house by ten o’clock, okay?”

Melinda nodded.

“Okay?” she asked Carrie.

“Ten o’clock,” Carrie agreed, “not a second later.”

Becky knelt and fussed momentarily over her daughter’s hair. Richard appeared transfixed by the girl, his eyes tearing. Carrie took the moment to reach up and pinch her nipples, to bring blood to them, make them hard and visible through her top. She always felt that she looked better that way, that most women did. She found herself wondering briefly what Becky’s nipples looked like. Those double Ds have got to be fake!

Melinda pulled away from her mother and walked over to Carrie. “Are you ready?” Carrie asked.

“Yep,” she said, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Okay, let’s go,” Carrie said, and let Melinda by the hand to the door.

Richard opened the door and let the two out. “Ten o’clock, now,” he said.

“Ten o’clock,” Carrie said.

“Ends of the earth!” he called.

Carrie laughed and walked around the car to open the door for Melinda. She waved goodbye to Melinda’s parents as she opened her own door and stepped inside.

Once inside, Carrie breathed heavy and started the engine. “So what are you hungry for?” she asked.

Melinda shrugged. “Italian?”

Carrie smiled. “Done.” She put the car into drive and let off her emergency brake. Before she took off, though, she turned back to the girl. “You really do look beautiful tonight,” she said.

Melinda blushed and smiled into her lap. “You do too,” she said.

Carrie felt like she could have warmed the whole town with the heat radiating out from her heart. They drove off into the night.

Carrie drove them to the Olive Garden and they waited for ten minutes for a table. A pretty college aged girl who looked delicate enough to break over Carrie’s knee sat them, and a husky, brown haired girl served them. Carrie ordered the salad and breadsticks plate, and Melinda got gnocchi. Not, she said, because she liked it all that much, but because she just loved saying the word “gnocchi.”

Carrie ordered a glass of wine, and a Coke for her date. When these arrived, Melinda was curious about the wine. She begged for a sip, using these doe-like eyes that made Carrie want to melt right in her seat. She didn’t let her date have a drink, though, as much as she wouldn’t mind getting the girl a little tipsy. She’d promised her parents to be a responsible adult. If something happened later in the future, so be it, but tonight was about chastity and good company and companionship.

“Do you think anyone here knows we’re on a date?” Melinda asked.

Carrie looked around the room, but couldn’t see anyone watching them.

“No,” she said and sipped at her wine.

“Do you think our waitress does?”

Carrie shook her head. “She probably thinks we’re sisters.”

Just before the food arrived, Carrie’s cell phone rang, and she answered it.

“Hi, Carrie,” came the voice of Melinda’s mother. “Just wondering how things are going.”

“Everything’s great,” Carrie said. “We’re just about to get our food.”

“Where are you eating at?”

“The Olive Garden.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “The one on Mitchell?”

“No,” Carrie answered. “The one across town. On Fifth.”

“Ah,” Becky said. “That one’s nicer anyway.”

“I think so.”

There was another pause. “Can I talk to Melinda?”

“Sure.”

Carrie handed the phone over to the girl, who was already finished with her first glass of Coke and was looking around for the waitress to refill her. “Hi, Mom,” Melinda said.

“No, everything’s fine,” Melinda answered.

“Yes, Mom,” she said.

“Yes, Mom,” she said.

“A perfect little lady,” she said, nodding.

“Okay,” she said finally, and handed the phone back to Carrie.

The conversation over, Carrie put her phone away just in time for the food to arrive.

They ate, they talked. By the end of the meal, and two glasses of wine, Carrie was feeling the slightest bit light-headed and decided to cut herself off. She ordered a glass of water and breathed deep to clear her head.

At one point in the conversation, Melinda looked up from her meal and asked, “How long have you liked girls?”

Carrie paused, knowing this was a delicate matter. She put her fork down and answered evenly. “As long as I can remember.”

Melinda nodded. “Me too.”

There was a lull in the conversation, but Carrie could see Melinda choosing her words. “Have you ever been with a girl?” she asked. “I mean, had sex?”

Carrie nodded. “Yes,” she said simply.

“Did you like it?” Melinda asked.

“Yes, I did.”

Melinda nodded. “My parents think I’m too young to have sex,” she said.

“They’re right,” Carrie told her.

“But you want to have sex with me,” Melinda said, face delicate.

Carrie paused. “I suppose I do.” She gauged the girl’s reaction.

Melinda was quiet, staring idly at her gnocchi, pushing it around her plate with her fork.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Carrie asked.

Melinda shrugged her shoulders, but didn’t answer.

“What’s wrong?” Carrie asked.

“It’s just,” Melinda started, and then trailed off. She took a sip of her Coke and appeared to be gathering her thoughts. “It’s just that all my friends talk about sex all the time but none of them have ever done anything. I think about it a lot, but I don’t know much about it, either.”

“Are you scared of it?”

“No, I’m just…” Again she trailed off.

Now Carrie gathered her own thoughts. “Sex,” she started, “is just a way that people express love for each other. It’s the ultimate step in a relationship.” She took a sip of her wine. “Or, it can just be about fun.” She looked deep into Melinda’s eyes and smiled with a warm grin. “A lot of fun.”

Melinda smiled. All this talk about sex was getting Carrie a little worked up. She noticed that her date was looking down at her plate. She glanced up after a few moments and looked into Carrie’s eyes. She leaned in and dropped her voice to a whisper. “I kissed Rebecca Merrick once.”

Carrie’s heart fluttered, but she played it cool. “Really?”

Melinda nodded. “At a slumber party. I think she thought we were just playing, but I liked it a lot.”

Carrie smiled at her little date, so young, so innocent, so pure.

“I think I want to kiss you, Miss Newton.”

At this, Carrie almost melted. She leaned in close to Melinda. “I think I want to kiss you, too,” she said. “But we can’t here. Maybe some other time.”

“I hope it’s soon,” Melinda said.

“Me too,” Carrie returned.

They finished their dinner, and walked up and down the street once, window shopping. At one point, Melinda grabbed Carrie’s hand and held it gently, and they walked hand in hand for a while. Carrie was only slightly worried about whether anyone would suspect that she and this girl were having what society would call an improper relationship, but it was only in the back of her mind. The only thing that mattered was the heat from the girl’s hand in hers, the way her dress swished when she walked, the way her curled hair bounced.

She took her date home before the appointed time, and gave her a lingering but proper hug at the door. Melinda’s parents seemed relieved that their daughter was okay, and bid Carrie a friendly good-night.

For her part, Carrie barely made it to the car. Her knees were weak, her head spinning. She started her car and drove it home, happy that she’d purchased an automatic instead of a stick shift. Having one hand free, she reached up her skirt and tucked her hand inside her panty-hose and masturbated herself almost to orgasm right there in the car. She only just made it home.

Once there, she stepped out of her hose and started working at herself with her vibrator, all the time keeping the vision of her date in her head. Thinking about the girl’s admission about the slumber party. Replaying the girl’s words in her head, “I think I want to kiss you, Miss Newton.”

The orgasm left her shaking and quivering. It was only by sheer will that she was able to get up and get herself ready for bed. Once she was in bed, she masturbated again, and fell asleep thinking thoughts of Melinda.

*****

Things went well the next couple of weeks. Melinda and Carrie continued to see each other outside of school, but had to be careful about their affair in school. They passed notes to each other and Carrie laughed more than she had laughed in a long time. She and Melinda started referring to each other as “girlfriends.”

Eventually, the time came when they got some time alone together, and the memories of that night would keep Carrie happy for the rest of her life.

Becky and Richard said they needed a weekend off. They planned to get a hotel room and just relax for a weekend. They asked Carrie to babysit, and she was only too happy to do it. Finally, some alone time with Melinda. She knew that Melinda’s parents had asked her to babysit only because they trusted her so much, and because Carrie hadn’t done anything improper with their daughter. They couldn’t wait to get out of the house, and Carrie couldn’t wait to get in.

She had dressed simply. Jeans and white blouse. She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

Melinda greeted her at the door and gave her a big hug and a peck on the lips. The girl was wearing satiny looking black athletic shorts and a white, form-fitting tank top. Her hair was also done up in a ponytail, but she had put in little pink barrettes to decorate the top of her head.

They watched TV for a while, nestled on the couch together. Carrie ran her fingers through Melinda’s hair while the girl played with the drawstring on her shorts. They watched some Disney Channel show that Melinda said she loved about this family of people from the future. Carrie didn’t pay much attention to it, caught up as she was with the scent and feel of her young companion snuggled up with her on the couch. It was warm and cozy there, and Carrie wished this moment would last her the rest of her life.

When the show ended, Melinda sprang up and turned around to face Carrie. “Wanna see my princess dress?” the girl asked with a cheerful smile.

Carrie, still twisting a strand of the girl’s blond hair in her fingers, smiled and said, “More than anything in the world.”

Melinda beamed at her and jumped up, running in the direction of her room. The wait was interminable, but Carrie patiently flipped through the channels, idly scratching at the front of her jeans with her fingernails. Eventually, she heard a swish of fabric as Melinda entered the room.

The girl had put her long blond hair up in a ponytail tied with a yellow satin ribbon and had clumsily painted her face with makeup, no doubt taken from her mom’s room, but none of that was as interesting to Carrie as what Melinda had on.

The dress was yellow, off the shoulder, with a satiny bodice. The skirt billowed out ridiculously, and the yellow taffeta underneath it swished when Melinda moved. Yellow satin gloves covered her hands and marched up to her elbows. The back was cut low, but stopped just before the small of Melinda’s back. It fit her snugly, and was almost too tight. Carrie could see Melinda’s bare feet and noticed the skirt was short and came to the conclusion that this dress must be a couple of years old.

Melinda confirmed it. “My mom made this for me for Halloween when I was nine,” she said, pivoting and twirling. “It still sort of fits,” she added.

“It’s gorgeous,” Carrie breathed, mesmerized.

Melinda twirled around a little longer, dancing gracefully around the coffee table, and eventually coming to rest in front of Carrie. “Beauty and the Beast was always my favorite,” Carrie said.

“Mine too,” Melinda agreed. She put a satin gloved finger in her mouth, and swayed back and forth like she had something she wanted to say.

Instead of waiting for her, Carrie reached out her hand and Melinda grabbed it. She pulled the girl close, causing her to kneel on the couch facing her. Straddling her.

Carrie ran her fingers through Melinda’s ponytail and their faces neared one another.

“I want to have sex with you Carrie,” Melinda said.

“I want to have sex with you too, sweetie,” Carrie breathed.

Their noses touched. Their breath was hot and musky, their breathing clipped and excited.

“Will you teach me?” Melinda asked.

In answer, Carrie went in to meet the girl’s lips.

When they kissed, it was electric. Carrie lost herself in the kiss and could only barely feel the girl moving on top of her. They shifted their hips in time with their breathing as Carrie explored Melinda’s smooth back with her fingertips. They broke the kiss and Carrie explored Melinda’s neck with her lips and tongue. The girl sighed and breathed and squeezed Carrie close to her.

Carrie’s hands moved to the front of the dress and her thumbs played over what would someday become Melinda’s breasts. Melinda met her hands and helped her turn the top of the bodice down, exposing her chest. Carrie kissed the fleshy mounds and played her tongue over the nipples, which were really all there was to play with. They were stiff but flexible, just like Carrie remembered her own as being when she was eleven. She kissed Melinda’s tiny pink nipples as her hands ran over the satiny fabric covering the girl’s flat stomach and back.

When she was done, Carrie leaned back on the couch, taking in her half-naked tween lover. “Let me look at you,” she begged, and Melinda sat nervously on her lap as Carrie drunk in the girl’s beauty with her eyes.

After a moment, Melinda licked her lips and looked Carrie in the eye. “When do I get to see you?” she asked.

“Whenever you want,” Carrie answered. She grabbed Melinda’s satiny gloved hands and guided them to the top button on her blouse. Melinda unbuttoned the first button, and slowly moved on to the next one. She continued like this while Carrie was held in thrall by the anticipation on the girl’s face. The way she chewed on her lower lip, and the way her eyes never strayed from what her hands were doing.

When the blouse was unbuttoned, she parted it and revealed Carrie’s sheer pink lace bra. Her brownish nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. “Your boobs are beautiful,” Melinda said. “I hope mine look like yours someday.”

Carrie laughed, having seen Melinda’s well-endowed mother. “They will,” she said. Again, she took hold of Melinda’s hands, this time guiding them to her breasts. Melinda played her fingers lightly over the lacy material. She slid a finger inside one of the cups and played lightly with Carrie’s nipple, causing waves of shivers to course up Carrie’s spine. “Can I take this off?” she asked breathily.

Carrie arched her back to allow Melinda access to the clasps. As the girl worked awkwardly with them, they kissed again, loving little pecks that brought smiles to each of their faces. When Carrie felt the bra release, she shrugged out of her blouse and let Melinda remove the bra. The girl took it, seemingly fascinated by it. Mockingly, she put it around her own ribcage, and struck a quick pose, beaming like a supermodel.

“You look so grown up,” Carrie said, eyes twinkling with playfulness.

Melinda playfully threw the bra at Carrie’s head and the two shared a giggle.

When the wave of laughter passed, Carrie pulled Melinda into her again. The two lovers kissed passionately as they relaxed on the couch, lying on their sides, listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing. As they kissed, Carrie’s hand crept lower and lower, caressing the satin material of the dress, ever so slowly gathering it up and revealing Melinda’s coltish young legs.

Eventually, the hem of the dress was high up enough for Carrie to tickle the back of Melinda’s thighs. She came to the girl’s bottom and the cottony fabric covering it. When she started tracing circles with her fingernails on Melinda’s right cheek, the girl stopped and pulled away from her.

“Is that okay if I touch you there?” Carrie asked.

Melinda nodded slowly, thoughtfully. “Is this having sex?” she asked quietly.

Carrie nodded. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“No,” Melinda said, “I just wanted to know.”

She stood up and wriggled out of the dress, kicking it to the other side of the living room. As Carrie watched, tracing her hand up the side of her own rib cage, Melinda stood in front of her, clad only in white cotton panties. There were elastic scallops on the waistband and little flowers on the fabric. Melinda stood in front of Carrie for some time while the teacher drank in the view.

Finally, Melinda reached down and started working on the buttons holding Carrie’s jeans up. Working together, they removed them, and then the teacher was left wearing nothing but sheer lace boy shorts that matched the bra she’d worn.

Carrie sat up on the couch facing Melinda, her eyes just level with the girl’s belly button. She put her hands on Melinda’s hips and looked up into her eyes.

“Do you want me to take your panties off?” Carrie asked.

Melinda nodded. Carrie hooked her thumbs and dug them inside the scalloped waistband, gingerly sliding them off her hips and to her feet. Melinda stepped out of them, leaving the discarded panties on the floor next to Carrie’s jeans.

Melinda’s sex was bald and smooth and perfect. Carrie could hardly control the beating of her heart, looking at the young girl in front of her. She placed a kiss on each of Melinda’s hips, tracing her fingernails up and down her coltish legs. She kissed Melinda’s mound, and relished the way her breathing quickened.

“My turn,” Melinda said, pushing Carrie back onto the couch.

Melinda seductively kissed her way down Carrie’s body to the waistband of her panties. The girl nuzzled the fabric of Carrie’s panties for a while and then, almost without Carrie even realizing it, slid them off her hips. Carrie had given her nether regions a trim in anticipation of this very event, and couldn’t get enough of her young lover playing her fingers through the short auburn pubes. The girl beamed at Carrie. “I like having sex,” she said.

“Me too,” Carrie said. She grabbed Melinda’s shoulders and pulled her face to face with her. “Let me show you something else,” she whispered.

They kissed while Carrie worked her hand down toward Melinda’s bald glory. She moved her middle finger up and down Melinda’s slit, massaging her tiny clitoris, feeling the girl’s wetness building.

“This might hurt just a little bit, darling,” Carrie whispered.

“Why?” Melinda asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” Carrie promised. “It’s just a little sting, but it’ll be the most delicious pain you ever felt.”

“Okay,” Melinda said.

Gently but firmly, Carrie pushed her finger inside her young lover. Melinda’s back arched and her face squeezed with pain, but soon she relaxed and lowered herself back onto Carrie, spreading her legs, allowing the woman total access.

They gyrated and moved together for some time. Eventually, Melinda’s tiny body clenched with the delicious waves of orgasm, and she collapsed on top of Carrie, breathing like she’d just run a marathon.

Carrie let her young lover rest while she reached down to her own secret area, moving her hand up and down on her clit, letting a couple of exploratory fingers inside herself.

“What do you want me to do?” Melinda asked.

“Sit up,” Carrie responded, and the girl did. “Just sit there and watch me play with myself.”

Nodding, Melinda did just that. Carrie stared at the luscious bare body of her young lover, now resting on her thighs. Just the sight alone was nearly enough to make Carrie come.

“You can play with yourself too, if you want,” Carrie told the girl as she worked at herself.

Melinda’s hand crept down to her crotch. She watched Carrie working, mimicking the movements, even the way Carrie’s face and mouth contorted as she watched her young lover, her seventh-grade student, watching her. Without prompting, Melinda moved her hand over and entwined her fingers with Carrie’s. They worked together to bring Carrie to the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

While Carrie lay there, recovering, Melinda pulled her fingers out and smelled them, smiling as she savored the rich scent. “That was awesome,” she said.

You’re awesome,” Carrie retorted, again grabbing her girlfriend and pulling her close. They kissed again, hard and passionately.

They spent the night on the couch, in each other’s arms. They enjoyed each other several times during the night, and even once the next day before Melinda’s parents came home.

Their relationship continued until Melinda graduated and started going to high school. They kept contact at first, but eventually went their separate ways. Melinda to girls closer to her own age, Carrie to the next beautiful young blossom that happened into her class.

The End

 

Revolutionettes, Chapter 12

  • Posted on March 20, 2018 at 7:07 am

By Amanda

1802 – Paris 

On the first night of my party we drank absinthe until we were all giddy and nearly out of our minds. We smoked cigars and a few of the women made love in the shadows of the parlor. It was in all not a bad night.

The following morning I awoke and much like the rest of the women I was suffering the ills of the previous night’s indulgences. Josette provided a drink which she assured us would alleviate our suffering. It did not. However Josephine had brought with her some part or another of the hemp plant, and we smoked it from a tobacco pipe. It did not cure our ills completely but it helped.

A bit dizzy from the smoke and the remains of the previous night’s drink, I sat at my dining table, waiting for the others to join me. As they did in their time we began to eat a light brunch.

With that finished we returned to the parlor. A little more drink and the food we had eaten would find us all feeling much better by late afternoon.

I was sitting on a love seat with a number of the ladies around me as I played my guitar and sang. In my sitting room, the tom boys were enjoying some debate or another. I would soon have to put in an appearance with them, but for now was enjoying being the center of attention.

Josette came into the parlor and, interrupting my song, announced Eliza and Alice. I was in shock. I could hardly believe what I’d heard. They had made it after all!

I jumped up as they entered the room and ran to them, wrapping my arms first around Alice and then around her lover. “I thought you would not come.”

“Our ship put in to port six days ago, and it has taken us this long to reach Paris,” Eliza explained. “We only just arrived this morning.”

I turned my eyes to my dear Alice. I adored her and could hardly believe that she was in my home all the way in France. Her face told me that she was no less thrilled than I.

“Come, Eliza,” I said, “the boys are in the sitting room.” I led her there and introduced her around, then took Alice on my arm and returned to the parlor.

The other ladies were talking among themselves and I was satisfied that they did not need me to entertain them. I turned my attention fully on lovely Alice. “How have you been? It seems a lifetime since last I saw you.”

“Catherine’s husband is troubling her. He wants to use her money to buy a steamboat in Georgia. He thinks that this can make him more money.”

“And she’s refused?”

“No. She has not. But she has told him she will buy him two boats on the condition that he divorce her without so much as a bread crumb more from her.”

“She is a brilliant woman,” I said absently. “And of course he does not want to grant her this.”

“No. No, he is several years her junior, and believes that he will outlive her.”

“And her daughter?” I asked.

“Has she told you what she named the girl?” Alice asked me. I shook my head. “Elizabeth, in your honor.”

“What?” I said, shocked. In all the time since the child had been born I had never asked after her. This immediately brought me some measure of guilt.

“She never made love to you because she so dearly wished you had been her daughter. She did, and even now does, love you perhaps more than anyone else she has ever known.”

“I didn’t know,” I said quietly. Alice smiled.

“You’ve no idea the pride she has in all that you’ve done since leaving her home.”

“I couldn’t have done any of it had it not been for her.”

“Well, perhaps, but you are the one others will look to for inspiration now.” She gestured around the room. “Look at you. Look at this.”

I blushed. I hardly felt like a leader. It still seemed that I needed others so much. We talked a time longer before Alice took my hand and led me from the parlor. “I want to see your bedroom,” she said with a wicked smile.

I let her lead me upstairs. I knew what was coming and I felt myself all too excited for it.

We came to my door and I could hear voices inside my room. It was Sandra and Josette.

“…and she is gentle,” Sandra was saying.

“I’m so afraid.” Josette sounded as if she were on the verge of tears.

“If I could choose my first again, it would only be her,” said Sandra.

I wondered who exactly they were talking about, though I very much hoped it might be me. As I listened, it was clear that Josette was considering what I’d proposed to her.

I turned to Alice feeling a bit sad. As much as I wanted to make love to her then, I simply could not. Not with Sandra here and Josette considering my offer. I did not need to say anything, though, for her to understand, and we returned to the parlor to find that the tom boys had joined the ladies and they were all talking in small groups.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” I began. Many of the girls giggled and the tom boys all smiled. “Tonight we will indulge in a tradition started by someone many of you might know… Catherine Pennington. Tonight we will enjoy the reading of a most obscene tale. Until then my home is yours. Please take advantage of all I have to offer.”

While my guests moved about my house exploring and partaking of the things I had prepared, I went to find Josephine. When at last I did, she was speaking with the Madame Annabelle La Granade. I joined them but had nothing to contribute.

When they finished the conversation they’d been having, it was my chance to speak. “Is it entirely improper that I would like to have my maid?”

Josephine seemed to have no reaction, but Annabelle chuckled to herself and said, “Josette?”

I nodded my head.

“She’s a pretty enough girl, indeed. Is that why you fancy her?”

“No. No, I’m afraid it is much worse than that. I learned only yesterday that she’s never made love to another woman. To anyone at all, actually.”

“Need I even speak my opinion?” Josephine inserted, sounding amused.

I smiled, knowing of course that she would encourage me. Such things as having the servants would not trouble her at all.

The good Madame shook her head and looked at Josephine. “Tsk. Tsk. Such a dishonorable woman.”

Josephine smiled proudly. “I think you do not know the half of it.”

“And I cannot bring myself to ask.” Annabelle then returned her attention to me. “A girl’s first time is important,” she said.

I nodded. That was what I was afraid she would say. “I’ve been intending to take her virginity as a treat for all of you on the final night of the party,” I confessed.

Josephine gave me an approving smile but Annabelle did not seem impressed. The two women were diametrically opposed in their opinions of what was acceptable and what was not.

“It would shame me to associate with a woman who would abuse a child like that one.”

Josephine’s apparent assumption was that Josette may come to be as I was or as she was, a truly wicked woman. Annabelle, however, was not so certain. She was thinking of Josette more as a shy or less self-assured girl. In the end, either could be true of my maid, but knowing which it would be was difficult to predict. Where a person began and where she ended up often could be very different places.

“Madame,” I began, “I would sooner cut off my hand than use it to abuse the trust of a child like Josette.”

Madame La Granade contemplated this a moment. I think more searching my face for a hint of dishonesty before she nodded her head.

“Very well, girl. I am a good judge of character, and it would pain me to learn I had been wrong about you.” This was something of a complement, left-handed though it was.

I left them there and began wandering the house in search of Sandra. I was sure that wherever I found her I would find my maid, and that was how it ended up. I opened the door to my room to find both of them, the two maids, half naked and kissing in my bed. I put my hand to my mouth and tried not to laugh, though I know I must have worn a bemused look as they both hurried to clothe themselves again while not appearing overly distressed after seeing me.

“Well, ladies,” I said stepping fully into the room. “Am I to understand that you’ve no interest in my offer, Josette?”

The girl blushed and looked away from me.

“And Sandra,” I smiled, “if someone else would be the first to touch her, then I can imagine no one I’d rather it be.”

I crossed the room and stopped her from dressing. I sat between them on the bed and looked at them each in turn. “Is this what you want?” I asked, my attention now on Josette.

“Madame?”

“I want to know if this is what you want?” I moved close to her, my lips only inches from hers. “Do you want Sandra to be your first?” Then I glanced toward sweet Sandra, who sat looking concerned. “She’s gentle and kind, and if it isn’t to be me then I could think of no one else better.”

I had an affection for my maid, Josette. I always had. She was demure and adorable in a childlike way. She seemed shy, and this attracted me the most. I sat back, trying to let her feel more comfortable. “But I still hope to take your virginity on the last night of our party. Do what you wish with my lovely Sandra.”

“My virginity, madame? But how could such a thing be?”

I just smiled at her. Sandra looked away, and Josette’s expression showed that she understood there was some secret which only she did not know.

I turned to Sandra and wrapped my arms around her neck. I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers. Slowly I lay back on the bed pulling her on top of me. It had been so long since I had felt her kiss that I simply had to know it again.

When at last our lips parted, I sat back up and quietly left them in my room to do whatever it was they would end up doing.

I was caught by Jezebel, the Negress, as I descended the stair, heading back to the parlor. “Did you truly mean to invite me?” she asked.

I smiled. “Of course I did. You are Angelique’s lover. It could not be otherwise.”

“The others look at me like a bothersome pet that’s been brought here.”

I took her arm and we began walking toward the parlor. “You’re no pet. You are a free woman and as welcome here as any other.”

I opened the door for her and escorted her to where the other ladies sat. I knelt before her and then guided her down to her knees. I hesitated a moment before turning to Angelique and pulling her forward, pressing my lips to hers.

She was quite surprised. Perhaps she did not realize that this party might lead to such things. When I had finished, I did the same to Jezebel, kissing her.

“You’re both as dear to me as my own kin.” I said, much to the surprise of a number of women watching. I allowed a moment to pass for the others to understand.

We passed the time in conversation until dinner, and I noticed that some of the ladies were showing more interest in Jezebel now. Once our dinner was finished we returned to the parlor. It was time for my story.

“Ladies!” I called as I stood. “And gentlemen, please make yourselves comfortable. I would like you to hear a tale of the most awful type.”

There was a shelf of books in my parlor and I approached it, still not entirely sure which story I would choose. “What would you like to hear, girls?” I asked, turning toward them. “Wanton lust?” A titter. “Romance?”

I returned my attention to the books. “Ah, yes, the love of cousins who run away to the city.” I pulled a book from the shelf and opened it to my smaller paperbound booklet.

I had decided. It would be the romantic tale of the cousins. Two women who discovered one another’s love when they were but young girls. As they grew, and men came to court them, they fled their home for London where they enjoyed many erotic adventures, each more wicked than the last.

I read aloud the short story, but when I finished much to my disappointment found that none of the women were indulging their passions. Only one couple were even kissing.

“What’s this?” I asked. “Have I invited nuns to my party? But of course not,” I chuckled, “if the rumors I’ve heard of nuns are true. Wouldn’t you know an orgy when you saw one?”

I crossed the floor and knelt before Jezebel. I pulled at the ties on her dress and opened it, much to her distress, cupping her breasts in my hands. I had picked her specifically because I hoped this would help her to gain more acceptance among my guests. As the African woman fretted my touch but could not break away from it, Angelique moved close.

“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding desperate. I immediately turned my attention to her. I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her mouth to mine. Slowly I eased her back to the floor and untied her dress as I had her lover’s.

“I’m seducing you,” I answered quietly. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and brushed my tongue across it. Angelique seemed to be both trying to struggle from my grasp and encourage me at the same time.

“Madame Elizabeth, I beg you, not here,” she finally gasped.

“And why not?” I asked.

Jezebel began to cover herself but I stopped her, pulling her close. “Kiss your beloved,” I whispered to her.

As she did this, I looked around to find the others looking shocked. “Would you deny yourselves?” I said to them. They simply stared at me for a long moment before I spoke again. “A kiss, simply begin with a kiss. Take your lover in your arms and kiss her. Do it now,” I urged.

That was when I saw Josephine with one of the boys kissing her. She turned her attention to my guests. “Surely you wouldn’t want to miss any of the wickedness of this gathering?” she said to them with a naughty smile.

Seeing me crouched over Angelique, with her Jezebel already beginning to properly make love to her, and then hearing Josephine’s encouragement must have been enough. Gradually the others found their lovers, or simply took an available partner and began kissing and caressing one another.

It was slow to start, but before long nearly all the women at my party were making love and I was happily observing the spectacle.

Annabelle walked up to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Oh, that I was even ten years younger,” she said with a laugh.

I smiled at her.

“I’m afraid,” she continued, “that I am much too old for such indulgences, but I am glad to see it all the same.”

“Too old?” I asked. “I should hope that I never get old enough to think I cannot enjoy the touch of a woman.”

Annabelle laughed again and patted my back. “That’s the spirit, girl.” She sat down on a love seat and lit herself a cigar. The Madame sat a time smoking and enjoying the show.

As I observed her, my wickedness overtook me and soon I knelt before her. “Madame, if you will allow me?” I slowly pulled the hem of her dress up to her knees.

She sat smiling down at me and smoking. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and bemusement. “You needn’t do this to keep my favor,” she said softly.

“I would never think you so crass. Just consider this… a genuine and affectionate thank-you for all you’ve been to me.”

Annabelle was not an unattractive woman, but she could have been no less than twenty years my senior. I knew I shouldn’t entertain such things with her but I did all the same.

I covered my head with her dress and pushed forward, suckling her clitoris. She sighed softly as I did and slid lower in the seat, making it easier for me to reach her. Annabelle shivered when I slid my fingers into her and began to work them in and out.

I lapped at her sex, then bent my fingers behind her pubic bone, massaging the spongy flesh there. She began rocking her hips and I felt her hand on my head through her skirts.

Annabelle scarcely needed any coaxing to achieve her climax. She groaned and pushed herself toward me as her orgasm, one surely long pent up, escaped. I withdrew from her dress and sat back, wiping my chin and smiling up at her.

“Oh, how I’ve needed that,” she whispered, her eyes closed, head laid back.

I felt as if it was the least I could do for her. After all, she had done so much for me.

After taking a moment to recover, Annabelle opened her eyes and looked down at me. “But that isn’t what I most love about a woman,” she said, as she slid from the love seat and pushed me to the floor.

I closed my eyes and held her head in my hands while she kissed my mouth and then opened my dress, kissing and licking my breasts, and very slowly made her way down over my belly. She was taking her time, and I could not blame her. When else might she have the opportunity to make love to a young, pretty woman such as I? I simply enjoyed her expert attention to every part of my body. I felt pampered, as if I were the only woman in the world to her.

I had never felt so completely attended to as I did that day lying there with Madame Le Granade making slow, patient love to me. When she finally did reach my sex, I could hardly contain myself.

She slid her fingers into me and moved them in time with her mouth. She was obviously very experienced, and any concerns I’d had about doing such things with a woman so much older than myself melted away. There was definitely something to be said for her knowledge.

The Madame pressed her tongue hard against my clitoris as I climaxed. I arched my back, grinding my heels into the floor. She was a marvelous lover, and as I relaxed I was very glad I had done it with her.

“I see I’ve not lost my touch,” she teased.

“Indeed not,” I agreed. I sat up and smiled at her. “You… you’re amazing.”

“Thank you, child. It’s a funny thing. A woman my age has plenty of experience, yet we’re too old to use it,” she laughed. “You’ve given me more than you think.”

Annabelle leaned against the love seat and I laid my head in her lap while she stroked my hair. All around us the women were still making love. In time they grew sated and soon lay down together to sleep. I thought I should go up to my own room for the night but I did not. Sandra and Josette might still be there, and I did not want to disturb them. Annabelle had a guest room prepared for her and we retired there together.

 

* * * * *

 

The following morning I found that many of the ladies seemed quite shy. I smiled to myself. Soon they would forget their embarrassment and think only of the pleasures they’d enjoyed.

Alice found me as I was going to my room to see if my maid was there. We walked together and I pushed the door open to find Josette hurriedly dressing and Sandra watching her from the bed.

My attention focused on Sandra. Even after all the time I’d been in Paris, I desired her. I missed her. I’d not written her and now I regretted it. Seeing her here in my home stirred long dormant feelings.

“I see the way you look at her,” Alice whispered. I nodded and closed the door, leaving the two maids alone.

“Sandra is one of Josephine’s servants,” I told Alice. “She was always there during my… education.”

“She is the one?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“And yet you still look at her like a girl in love,” Alice teased.

I nodded quietly.

Love? I thought to myself. Was that how I looked at her? I wondered if what I felt for Sandra was inspired by the intensity of my experiences at her hand. Surely, though, it could not be love. Not me.

I walked with Alice back to the parlor, and she took my guitar and began singing for the ladies. I found the tom boys in the sitting room again. They were gathered around smoking and talking about politics.

I spent a short time there listening and offering my thoughts when it seemed they might be welcomed, but I had so little interest in politics that I could not wait to leave. I was a good hostess, however, and did my best not to let any of my guests feel unappreciated.

I joined the ladies again in the parlor and enjoyed Alice’s performance. When she finished, I rang the bell for Josette and in only a few moments she entered the room.

“A brunch would be nice, dear,” I said to her. She bowed her head quickly and left for the kitchen.

“So what do you have planned for this evening?” Alice asked me.

“I don’t know absolutely that I have anything planned. But…”

“You could always use me, Liz. You know how I love to put on a show.” She pushed at my shoulder, giggling.

“It’s not entirely impossible that I will.” I looked at her. “If you must know, I hope to deflower a girl.”

“Oh! That’s awful!” she laughed. “Please, let me be the one to do it!”

I smiled but shook my head. This was my show and Josette was my servant. If she would allow it, I would be the one to do it.

We ate brunch in the dining hall. After that was done, I pulled my maid aside and waited until we were alone.

“It isn’t just for the spectacle of it, you know.” I said to her. “I truly would like to be your first.”

“And if I should fall in love? What have I to give, if not that?” she asked.

“Child,” I stroked her cheek. “There is far more to you than a spot of blood on the sheets. Look at us, are we not more than just our sex?”

Josette seemed to think about this a bit, but said nothing.

I let her return to her duties and went to find Sandra. She was quietly sitting in the parlor at Josephine’s feet. I looked from my mistress to her, and Josephine shook her head quickly, understanding my curiosity.

I knelt down before Sandra and smiled at her. “It’s been two days and I’ve hardly been able to speak to you.”

“So sorry, miss. I fear I…”

“You need not apologize, love.” I reached out and took her hand. Through the kitchen I had a tiny courtyard behind my house. It was walled in and offered a measure of privacy. We went there.

Sandra looked lovely in the morning sun. She was in her dark dress with the lace collar, showing that she was indeed a servant. I shook my head feeling a bit sad. I wanted her to be a part of my gala, not a servant.

“You missed the story last night,” I told her.

“I’m sorry, miss.”

“Can’t you find it in your heart to call me Liz?” I asked.

She lowered her eyes and did not reply.

“I’ve missed you more than I could have thought,” I said after a long pause.

She looked up at me, seeming a bit surprised. “Me, miss?” She looked around. “But you have so much. All these women who seem to admire you so.”

“And yet with all that, my heart can only seem to settle on you,” I smiled.

“Miss, please, not again,” she said quietly. “I am not for that, I fear. I’m a terrible woman. I’ve done such awful things. I’m… unclean.”

“You are?” I said to her. “No. Forget your past. All that matters is the future. Think of what you are today and what you may become tomorrow, not what you’ve been.”

“I cannot, miss,” she finally said, shaking her head and averting her eyes. She hurried away from me and back through the kitchen. I’d no doubt she would run straight back to Josephine’s feet.

I did not know how, but I had managed to convince myself that I simply had to have Sandra. That I could not let her return to America.

Continue on to Chapter 13

Summer Love, Chapter 2

  • Posted on March 19, 2018 at 2:07 pm

By callmeQ67

While thirteen-year-old Courtney dozed, Melinda stole quietly from the bed and put on her robe. She went out through the French doors onto her second-floor terrace. Lighting a cigarette, the shapely blonde inhaled deeply. Life is so fucking good, she thought.

Then, to amplify her sense of satisfaction, she opened her phone and called her friend and sometime rival, Brooke. She answered on the first ring.

“Where the hell did you go?” Brooke asked, without preamble. “You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.”

“Tut, tut. Is that any way to greet your dearest friend?” Melinda was so going to enjoy this.

Brooke snorted. “What kind of friend disappears without a word? Where are you anyway?”

“At home. Are you sitting down?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. Why?”

“Well. Remember darling fatherless Courtney, the junior lifeguard?”

Melinda could hear Brooke suck in her breath.

“That sweet little dumpling? Of course, I remember. Wait, are you telling me…?”

Melinda blew out a cloud of smoke. “Guess who’s sleeping naked in my bed even as we speak.”

“You bitch! I saw her first! How could you?”

“Aw, don’t be that way,” said Melinda. “If you’re really nice, I’ll let you have sloppy seconds.”

“You’re lying. It was only, what, three hours ago that I pointed her out to you. How could you possibly bed her so quickly?”

“I just used my feminine wiles,” laughed Melinda.

“No way. I don’t believe it. You might have nice tits, but you’re not that charming.”

“Okay, I’ll prove it,” said Melinda, stubbing out her cigarette. “Don’t say anything, I don’t want to wake her.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Hush,” said Melinda quietly. “You’ll be getting a message very soon.”

She set her phone to silent and crept back into the bedroom.

Courtney had rolled onto her back, one knee pointed out to the side. Her ripening, pink-tipped breasts pointed straight at the ceiling, and at the intersection of her tender thighs the puffy, swollen labia were clearly visible.

With those dark tresses spread out on the pillow, it struck Melinda once again that Courtney looked like an angel in her sleep. Then she took a photo of her new fuck toy, walked out to the terrace, and sent the white-hot image to Brooke’s phone.

Sitting down, Melinda poured herself another glass of wine.

“Okay,” she said. “You’ll have your proof any second now.”

“Oh. My. God,” Brooke said a moment later. “You weren’t kidding. How did you manage it? Tell me everything.”

Melinda proceeded to tell her how she’d approached Courtney in the country club showers and comforted the child in her grief.

“I’ll bet you comforted her, you letch,” said Brooke.

Melinda went on to explain how she’d invited the girl to her home and given her a makeover.

“So how did you, ah, broach the subject of eating her little pussy?” Brooke wanted to know.

“I asked her if she’d ever kissed a girl, and she had! But only that. She swore she’d done nothing beyond kissing. Then we sucked face and she liked it. A lot.”

“You’re incorrigible,” said Brooke. “Go on, tell me the rest.”

Melinda described kneeling at Courtney’s feet and nibbling her juicy lips through her panties, then fingering her, and licking the girl’s own pussy cream from her nipples.

“When I finally went down on her, she was more than ready. She was practically begging for it.”

“So, did she come?” asked Brooke.

“Did she ever! She was pushing her little coochie in my face and screaming. It’s a good thing I don’t have any neighbors living close by. The little dear came twice more before I let up.”

“Jesus,” said Brooke, her voice husky with arousal. “Did she do you then?”

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” cried Melinda. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Don’t be silly. Did she return the favor, or not?”

Melinda was remembering the first teenager that Brooke had seduced, and how she’d taunted Melinda with stories about her for months. That gave her an idea. She checked the time. She had planned to wake Courtney soon and take her home, but Todd, Melinda’s husband, would be at least another hour.

“Brooke, darling, you’ve been asking some rather personal questions about my intimate moments with young Courtney. Maybe a video would be more instructive.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Quick, write this down,” said Melinda, and she gave Brooke the address of her personal webpage. “Log on and you can see for yourself exactly how Courtney looks when she screams in ecstasy.”

“You aren’t seriously going to?”

“Bye, hon. I’m going to have my hands full for a while. Maybe I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, Melinda closed her phone, peeked into the bedroom to make sure Courtney was still asleep, then tiptoed down the hall to get her MacBook. Luckily, the systems she required had been set up a few weeks earlier so that Todd could monitor their cleaning service while he was at work.

Melinda set the laptop on her dresser and adjusted it so that the built-in webcam took in the whole bed. She made sure the video was streaming properly to her webpage and minimized the camera window. Then she turned her attention to the sleeping teenager.

Slipping off her robe, Melinda eased onto the bed, and gently parted Courtney’s legs. The teenager stirred but didn’t awaken. With her face inches from the child’s virgin pussy, Melinda could see that her pubic hair was matted with saliva and girl juice, and the scent of her recent arousal was strong.

It was a delicious aroma, and the horny lesbian breathed deeply to savor it. She looked at the webcam and smiled, hoping Brooke was watching. She paused to admire the smooth, tender flesh at the inside of the girl’s thighs, which were a bit plumper than currently fashionable. Courtney’s triangle of hair was sparse and did nothing to hide her curling, pink inner lips, which extended slightly beyond the rosy, engorged outer lips, unusual for one so young.

Though it had been only half an hour since Melinda had orgasmed, she found herself getting turned on again. Courtney was everything the older woman desired: a lovely, innocent face, dewy skin, perky half-developed breasts with the conical, puffy nipples that she adored, and a precociously developed, almost untouched pussy.

Better still, Courtney was of the malleable, submissive sort that Melinda could train according to her whim. Even as she feasted her senses on the child’s glories, Melinda began to scheme ways in which she might open the youngster to new experiences.

But first, she needed to satisfy her craving, while inflaming Brooke’s.

Watching Courtney’s face for any reaction, Melinda began to breathe softly on the parted lips of the young girl’s cunt. A flutter of long eyelashes and a barely perceptible sigh came from the child. Very slowly, Melinda dragged her tongue up one of Courtney’s swollen outer lips, then the other. She licked all over the outside of the teen’s love mound, while avoiding the more sensitive places within.

“Mmmmm,” said Courtney, still half asleep.

Melinda opened her mouth wide, covering one of the girl’s puffy outer lips, sucking it softly between her teeth, caressing it with her tongue. Then she did the same to the other side.

“Uhhhhhh,” murmured Courtney.

With her mouth over the girl’s very center, Melinda began to circle her tongue around the teen’s juicy crinkled inner lips, grazing her hooded clit with each pass. Like a raft on the ocean in a quickening breeze, Courtney began to stir, her hips rolling gently on the swell.

The teen’s juices were flowing again, and Melinda used her tongue like a spoon to scoop them up. She delved deeper into Courtney’s sugary cunt, drinking from her source, lapping at her nectar. Courtney moaned, now fully awake, when the older woman’s tongue flicked her clit.

The child raised her head to see Melinda’s face between her parted thighs. The older woman smiled, her lips and chin wet with the girl’s love sauce. Melinda let a long stream of pussy juice and saliva fall to the child’s lips, then sucked it greedily back into her mouth. She nibbled and licked all around the hidden pleasure nub for several minutes, never quite touching it.

“Oh, God,” whimpered Courtney.

“I hope you don’t mind my waking you,” said Melinda. “But I couldn’t resist tasting you one more time before I send you home.”

“No! I, uh!” Words seem to desert the little nymphet. That was fine with Melinda, she didn’t really expect a response.

With a hand behind each of the girl’s knees, Melinda pushed Courtney’s legs up and wide apart, opening her. Holding her tongue stiff, she fucked the virgin hole over and over, as deep as she could.

“Oh, my goodness,” Courtney squeaked in her tiny girl’s voice. “Oh, yes!”

Melinda again teased the girl’s little clit, driving her to the brink without pushing her over.

“Oooooooh!” she panted, her head thrashing on the pillow, her hands clawing at the sheets.

Abruptly, Melinda stopped. Courtney looked down, her eyes wide, almost frantic. Melinda pushed the girl’s knees up to her shoulders, exposing her virgin ass.

“Hold your legs up there for me, Courtney,” said Melinda, and the girl obeyed submissively.

She looked down at the pretty blonde woman, a bit puzzled.

Melinda cupped the child’s unblemished round bottom in her hands, spreading the cheeks. A rivulet of pussy cream had run down the center all the way to the sheet. With her eyes locked on Courtney’s, she began to lick slow circles around the teen’s wet, puckered anus.

“Oh my gosh, Mrs. Lunsford,” Courtney squealed. Then, louder, “Oh my God!” as the tip of Melinda’s pointed tongue tickled her most private place.

“That’s right,” said Melinda, “I’m licking your butt. Just relax and enjoy it.”

Using her tongue like a spear, Melinda probed the tiny opening, never quite breeching the tight little ring.

The sensation was incredible to the pubescent girl, who had never imagined that that part of her body could give her such pleasure.

Courtney mewled like a newborn kitten.

Changing tactics, Melinda began taking long licks from the girl’s butthole to her clit. She drew Courtney’s lavish inner lips into her mouth and sucked on them.

“Oh God,” the child squealed. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

Again, Melinda paused, knowing she had the power to make the girl come how and when she wished. The feeling of control thrilled her. She chose to enhance the teen’s release by delaying it.

Courtney’s eyes again met those of the older woman.

“Would you like me to make you come now?” Melinda asked.

“Y … yes,” said Courtney.

“Yes what?”

Her hands resting on Courtney’s soft thighs, Melinda pushed them down and apart so that the limber child’s legs extended straight out to the sides.

“Yes, please,” said the girl meekly.

“I want you to say the words,” said the older woman, her voice taking on a harder edge. “If you want to come now, you have to say it.”

The shy teenager looked confused. Why did this woman, who had been so kind to her and given her such pleasure, suddenly sound so mean? At the same time, she needed to come so badly, and she was sooooo close.

“Please make me come,” the girl whispered.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Melinda teased the child’s dripping quim with her fingers.

Courtney looked down, her eyes imploring. She found no sympathy in Melinda’s answering gaze.

“Yes, I need to come now!” said the teenager. “Please, Mrs. Lunsford, make me come, I need it so bad!”

“Good girl, Courtney,” said Melinda. “We’re going to make each other so happy.”

The experienced lesbian used the fingers of both hands to push up on the slippery flesh at each side of the girl’s engorged clit, causing it to pop out of the its hiding place. She blew on it lightly and felt Courtney’s thighs tremble. At last, Melinda licked that little pink bean with the tip of her tongue.

The teenager had never felt anything so good in her life. She sobbed with pleasure, and as Melinda sucked her clit lovingly, Courtney’s hips rose up off the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

The delectable thirteen-year-old felt herself suspended in a place without time, without a past or future, without any right or wrong, only exquisite wave upon wave of bliss. It seemed to last forever and yet was over all too soon.

As her orgasm tapered off, Melinda gorged herself on the juices that flowed from the child’s virgin cunt. It was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. She sensed the girl had more in her. Just as Courtney seemed about to get her breathing under control, Melinda sucked those juicy extravagant lips into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the teenager’s exposed clit again and again.

Courtney began to scream, “Oh God! Oh Jesus! Oh fuck!” while shamelessly humping her sodden cunt into Melinda’s face. The older blonde woman reached up and twisted the girl’s puffy nipples, hard. The young brunette teen wailed, her whole body rising from the bed in a final shudder.

After taking a moment to admire her spent pupil, Melinda lay down to spoon the youngster, who had curled into a fetal position, her limbs trembling. The smooth clear skin of her back was coated with a fine layer of perspiration, and Melinda rubbed her full breasts in it.

When she managed to catch her breath a minute or two later, Courtney rolled onto her back with a contented sigh.

Turning to the older woman, the teen began to laugh. “Your face!” she giggled childishly, unable to speak.

Melinda’s pretty face was absolutely covered with slippery love juice. The girl gave a little scream and turned away, still giggling, when Melinda tried to kiss her.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” said Melinda her voice stern, rolling on top of the girl and pinning her to the bed. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She kissed all over Courtney’s face, smearing it with her own pussy cream. The teenager was still laughing in a silly, girlish way when their lips met, but when the older woman’s tongue slid into her mouth Courtney responded in kind and they kissed passionately.

When Melinda raised her head, they smiled at each other.

“Mmmmm, Courtney, I love kissing you, but I need more. Will you make me come now?”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Lunsford, let me make you feel good.”

Melinda got up on her hands and knees, dangling her full breasts in the little girl’s face.

Courtney took the big jugs in her hands, loving the way they conformed to the pressure of her fingers, marveling at their weight. The child opened her mouth to lick and suck at the older woman’s erect nipples.

“That’s nice,” said Melinda. “Now do it to my pussy.”

She swung her leg over Courtney’s head so that she faced the foot of the bed and the webcam. Please let Brooke be watching this, she thought. Straddling the girl’s face, the randy lesbian lowered her steaming crotch until she felt a hot little tongue sink into her dripping, needy cunt.

“Yeah, eat my cunt,” she said, and Courtney did as she was told. Melinda smiled at the camera as she teased her own nipples. She rocked her hips, sliding her dripping cooze against the young teen’s innocent face.

Melinda was in heaven. Not only was the child sucking her shaven snatch just the way she liked, but her dominance over the cute brunette was a major turn on for a control freak like Melinda. Knowing that Brooke was watching it via webcam was icing on the cake.

Soon, though, the only thought in Melinda’s brain was to get off. She ground her juicy sex against the teenager’s adorable face as if it were the bedpost she used to hump when she herself was a teenager. But Courtney was better than any bedpost. The child’s wet, sucking mouth drank up Melinda’s cream as quickly as it drained from her cunt, and her soft tongue laved the older woman’s clit with every sway of her hips.

So far, Courtney had done everything Melinda had asked without question. It was a dream come true. But what were her limits, if any?

“Courtney, remember where I licked you a few minutes ago?” asked Melinda, looking straight at the webcam. “I want you to do that to me.”

The older woman bent forward to rest her face on the teenager’s soft thighs, presenting her ass to the submissive child.

There was only the briefest moment of suspense, then she felt Courtney’s tongue moving across her perineum to explore her sensitive bottom hole.

“Oh, yes, sweetie. That’s right, lick my ass.”

Melinda felt the girl’s hands on her cheeks, spreading them apart. As the wet little probe wormed its way deeper inside, the blonde lesbian began to move her hips, humping her ass against the child’s mouth.

“Fuck, yeah,” she moaned. “That feels sooooo good. Fuck my ass with your tongue.”

The sensation was incredible, and the fact the act was being performed for the first time by an adorable thirteen-year-old, drove the older woman nearly to a state of delirium. Eyes closed, Melinda groaned with pleasure.

As wonderful as Courtney’s tongue felt wiggling in her ass, it wasn’t going to make her come, and Melinda needed to come.

“Now suck my clit,” she said, and the teen complied. “Mmmmm, that’s good.”

She had just begun riding the child’s face in earnest when she felt a finger slip into her vagina.

“God, yes! Try two fingers,” she ordered.

Melinda came powerfully a moment later, flooding Courtney’s mouth and face with her essence.

*****

Brooke wiped the sweat from her brow with a monogrammed handkerchief before using it to clean up the mess from her own shattering orgasm. She was sitting in front of her computer, where she had watched the incendiary sex between her friend Melinda and sweet thirteen-year-old Courtney.

First making sure her fingers were clean and dry, Brooke ejected the DVD she had just burned from the computer’s drive. She could hardly wait to sample young Courtney’s charms herself, but until then, the video would have to suffice.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 15

  • Posted on March 17, 2018 at 11:44 am

By Cheryl Taggert

That afternoon at swim practice, Sandra sought Corinne’s mother, Gayle, who was a redhead like her daughter. She had promised to discuss Corinne’s burgeoning sexuality with her to help Corinne become more at ease and less worried that her mom would have a fit if she knew Corinne was discovering sexual desire.

Sandra and Gayle were members of a local garden club, with Gayle the newest member, and the two women had served on a committee together, where they had gotten to know each other better. They had talked several times about their lives, and Sandra had learned about the existence of Corinne even before the girl had joined the same swim club her family belonged to.

She knew Gayle had almost certainly thought about the fact her daughter was growing up, and subsequently would have at least masturbated, even though that rather personal subject had never been broached by either of them before. However, Sandra’s offer to speak to Gayle hid other motives. Frankly, she would love to see if Gayle was a little bit interested in a liaison herself. She found the redhead extremely attractive. The woman’s eyes were the color of jade. She kept her hair cut short in a pixie cut, making her look more like a teenager than the mother of one. Her lightly freckled skin was otherwise flawless, if you could call freckles a flaw. She had a slender, almost boyish figure–slim hips and boobs that would barely fill a B-cup that seemed perfect for her 5′ 2″ frame.

She noticed Gayle coming out of the swim club’s ladies’ dressing area and managed to get her attention and signal her over.

“Sandra, how are you?” Gayle asked, leaning down to where Sandra was sitting to plant a peck on the woman’s cheek.

“Doing fine. I just thought that since your daughter spent the night last night at my place, we could have a little talk.”

Gayle frowned at Sandra, wondering if Corinne had done something rude. It would be unlike her daughter to do that, but she could think of no other reason Sandra would want to talk about Corinne.

Sandra saw the look and said, “Oh, there’s nothing wrong. I just, well, noticed some things and wanted to have a mom-to-mom talk, if you know what I mean.”

Relief flooded Gayle and she relaxed, although the confusion about what Sandra meant by “mom-to-mom” remained. “Sure,” she said, allowing Sandra to broach whatever topic was on her mind.

“I assume you’ve noticed your little girl is growing up,” Sandra began, eliciting a confused nod from Gayle. “Well, she came to me and wanted to talk about something, and when I suggested she talk to you about it, she was, to say the least, reluctant.”

Gayle’s look of confusion once again shifted to one of mild worry. “What was she able to talk to you about that she wasn’t able to talk to me about?”

“Well, to put it bluntly, sex.”

Gayle sat back. She was both surprised and understanding. Lots of girls had an easier time discussing things like that with someone other than their mother, but a small pang of jealousy still landed on her heart. She had always hoped her daughter would feel okay discussing anything with her, but apparently, she couldn’t.

“What, exactly, did she say?” Gayle asked.

“Well, she is, um, having certain feelings,” Sandra answered. When she got no response from Gayle other than that same confused look, she said, “She gets horny.”

Gayle made a face that said ‘of course, how could I be so dense?’ She said, “She told you this?”

Sandra didn’t want to make it seem Corinne had become too familiar with her words, so she answered, “Well, not in those exact words, but she said she worries she is doing things you would not want her to do, and it makes her feel guilty.”

Gayle squinted, still unsure what they were talking about. “Is she seeing some boy?”

Sandra could see she would have to be more blunt. “No, nothing like that. She’s . . . well . . . she’s masturbating.”

Gayle burst out with a laugh. She was embarrassed she had not seen the bush Sandra had been beating around. For her part, Sandra had not expected Gayle’s response would be a laugh.

“I’m sorry, but I am so embarrassed, and embarrassment leads me to burst out in nervous laughter.” When Sandra looked at her with an odd expression, she added, “I’m not embarrassed about the subject. I’m embarrassed I didn’t catch what you meant.”

Sandra’s own demeanor relaxed as well. Gayle continued laughing. “I’m just glad she’s not out screwing some guy!” After this, Gayle glanced around to make sure nobody had heard that statement. There was nobody within twenty feet of them, and they were all focused on the swim lessons their children were engaged in.

Sandra smiled. “I figured you would not be as upset as Corinne thought you would be. I told her you would understand. After all, we’re not all a bunch of sexless grown-ups like they think we are.” Now it was Sandra’s turn to laugh.

As the two women sat laughing for a moment, Gayle reached over and placed a hand on Sandra’s. Sandra didn’t fail to notice this, both hands were now sitting mid-thigh on Sandra’s leg. The idea that this sexy woman’s hand was mere inches from her pussy caused a brief shiver inside her.

The laughter subsided and Gayle, her hand still on Sandra’s, said, “She thinks I’ll hit the roof if I find out, right?”

“That about sums it up,” Sandra said.

“Oh, my God,” Gayle said, wiping the laughter tears from her eyes, “I should have known. I used to be scared shitless my parents would catch me. For some reason, I never considered having a talk with her about that. I mean, it’s so embarrassing talking to your kids about things like that.”

“She feels the same way about talking to her parents about it, but I think you should, don’t you? I mean the girl is going around feeling guilty over something we all do.”

“Yes, thank you. I will. On the way home, in fact.” Gayle sat back and cut a glance at Sandra. “Hell, if she’s anything like her mom, she’s at it at least four or five times a week.”

“Well, she never mentioned frequency, but I wouldn’t be surprised. I know I did it at least that often when I was her age.” Sandra looked at Gayle before adding, “If I weren’t so busy as an adult, I’d probably be doing it that often now.”

This brought on another round of laughter, this time more relaxed than the first. “Damn, that’s the truth,” Gayle said. “I swear, I think my husband is either having an affair or discovered he’s gay or something. I get fucked maybe once a month if I’m lucky.”

“Oh, you poor thing!” Sandra said. “You must be so frustrated. I mean, I don’t get it as often as I’d like from my husband, considering he’s out of town so often on business, but it’s more than that.”

Gayle grinned at her. “It’s okay. I get to it when I can. And anyway, there’s more than one way to satisfaction in that department.”

“Why, Gayle! Are you having an affair?”

Gayle just shrugged.

“Come on, who is it? I won’t tell. After all, who am I to talk?” Sandra said.

Gayle stared at Sandra, her mouth agape. “You mean that YOU’RE having an affair?”

“Weellll, of a sort.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me,” Sandra said.

“Oh. Oh, my. I can’t. It would be too embarrassing.”

“What?! Is it your dog or something? Come on. I won’t care. Hell, I wouldn’t care if it was your dog.”

This sent the ladies into another round of laughter. Others around them had started to notice them, and Sandra said, “Let’s go somewhere more private, like my car.”

Gayle glanced around and said, “You’re right.” The two women got up and started to leave when Gayle said, “Maybe we should tell our daughters where we are.” With that, they walked to where the three girls were standing together with Kate and Kelli. Gayle knew who they were and that they lived next door to Sandra and her daughters.

Sandra said, “Girls, we’re going to be out in my car. Just find us when you’re through.”

Laura looked at her mom, wondering if they were going to do something like make out. Why else would she want to be alone with the sexy redhead? She pulled her mom aside and said, “Mom, what are you going to be doing out there?”

“Nothing, baby. We just want to be able to talk away from prying ears and eyes. Don’t worry. I’m not planning on going down on her in my car. Anyway, there’s not enough room for that.”

“MO-OM!” the teenager said, making it two syllables.

Sandra chuckled at her daughter’s distress. “It’s fine, honey. We’ll just be talking. Not even kissing. Promise.” She stepped back to the group and said to Gayle, “Okay, I have my daughter’s permission to go sit in the car.” The girls, other than Laura, laughed, and the ladies made their way out to the car.

Sandra started it and cranked up the air conditioner to dispel the heat.

Gayle turned in the passenger seat to face Sandra. “Okay, I can at least tell you it’s not my dog.”

“Well, shit! I thought maybe I’d met a real kinky person. What fun are you?” Sandra said, laughing.

Gayle got a shocked look and said, “You mean you’re having an affair with YOUR dog?”

“Oh, heavens no. Besides, our dog’s a female.”

“I had a female chihuahua when I was about twelve. I’d let her lick me,” Gayle suddenly said, then put her hand to her gaping mouth as if she’d shocked herself. “Oh shit! I don’t believe I told you that!”

“Well, then, maybe I have met a real kinky person!” Sandra answered.

“I only did it, like, twice. It made me feel too weird to be letting my dog perform cunnilingus on me.”

“Oh, shit. Let’s move on to a different subject!” said Sandra, waving her hands before her face to fan herself.

“I agree. And don’t tell my daughter I did that! Teenagers always seem to think their mom’s are lifelong virgins or something!”

“Well, I’ve always been up front with my girls,” Sandra said. “I talked to them about masturbation early in their lives. Admitted I did it when I was young and still do.”

“How young?” Gayle asked.

“I had my first orgasm when I was ten.”

“Really? I think I was eleven.”

The women sat back in their seats, remembering. “God, that was a great time. I remember when that first orgasm crashed into me. I felt like I’d discovered the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,” Sandra said.

“No shit. I think I masturbated every night for two weeks after I had my first one. I actually thought nobody had ever experienced them before. Like it was something special only I had found.”

Sandra looked over at Gayle. “Is all this sex talk making you horny?”

Gayle looked back at Sandra and said, “No.” When Sandra’s face held that “don’t kid a kidder” look, Gayle grinned and said, “Well, maybe.”

Sandra said, “You ever do it with another girl?”

Gayle squinted at Sandra. “Do what with a girl?”

“Well, anything really. But I was talking mostly about masturbation. You know, that thing your daughter loves to do but thinks you’d shit if you knew she did it.”

Gayle looked into her lap. “Yeah. You?”

“Oh, yeah. Lots of times.”

Gayle looked at Sandra then looked around the parking lot. It was empty. Then she said, “Lots of times?” Sandra nodded. “So when was the last time?” Gayle wasn’t sure where this conversation was headed, but she liked the general direction. She had first thought about Sandra in this way the moment they’d met. The woman seemed to ooze sexuality. She wondered if Sandra would be okay with the fact that the person she herself had had an affair with was another woman. She had even begun to suspect that lesbian desires were what Sandra was holding back as well.

Sandra wanted to tell Gayle the last time had been last night with their daughters, but of course, she couldn’t, so she went back to the last time she’d done that with someone other than Laura, Emily, and Corinne.

“Do you know Kelli and Kate’s mom, Tracy?”

“Holy fuck! Really?” Gayle was flabbergasted. Tracy? She seemed so, well, conservative.

“You can never tell her I told you that!” Sandra said, laughing. “But, yes, really. She’s not as proper as you’d think.”

“Apparently not.” Gayle tried to imagine the two women masturbating together. “Did you two confine your activities to just masturbating?”

“Okay, I’m going to tell you what I wouldn’t inside,” Sandra said, deciding to take the plunge. She had figured out that Gayle was anything but conservative when it came to sex. Hell, she’d confessed to letting her dog lick her when she was young. “The affairs I have are with women. That way, if my birth control pills don’t work, I’m certain the child is my husband’s.”

Gayle stared at Sandra, her gaze hopping down every few seconds to look at the woman’s sensuous lips. “Holy shit. That’s what I didn’t want to tell you.”

Seconds later, Sandra broke her promise to Laura. The two women were making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Their lips seemed to melt into each other, their tongues swabbing the other’s lips, tongue, teeth, and mouth. Sandra’s pussy burned for release, despite all the sex she’d enjoyed the night before, not to mention getting herself off after Corinne’s performance in the kitchen that morning.

Gayle, who had taken advantage of the night away from her daughter, had masturbated to several orgasms the night before. Her husband was in the den watching TV, or rather passed out in front of it. She had lain in bed using all of her toys, fucking herself, rubbing her clit, inserting the butt plug and pressing the vibrator against her clit until wave after wave of orgasms washed over her. The fact she was so turned on right now made her wonder if she was turning into some sort of slut. In the middle of making out with Sandra, she decided fuck it. If she were turning into some kind of slut, it would only be admitting what she’d been for many years now. Who besides a slut would have let her dog get her off when she was twelve?

When Gayle felt Sandra’s hand at her crotch, rubbing her there and adding to the heat her pussy was generating as if in competition with the heat inside the sun-baked car, she realized they would have to stop. Otherwise, someone would catch them, probably their own daughters.

“Wait! Wait!”

“Huh?” Sandra said.

“We can’t do this right now. The girls–the girls will catch us.”

Reluctantly, Sandra realized she was right. Although she knew that would not be a problem in the least, Gayle knew no such thing, and Sandra was certainly not ready to tell her.

“When can we get together?” Sandra asked.

“Hmm. Let me think. Are you doing anything tomorrow afternoon?”

“Just fucking you,” Sandra said, and they laughed.

They sat back and got control of themselves. Gayle was thinking about the fun waiting for her the next day. Sandra was wondering how she could get Gayle involved with the young girls and her own daughter. For that matter, Corinne had said nothing about being attracted to her mom. Would she be able to convince the girl that sex with her own mother would be great?

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Becky and Lexi arrived at Becky’s house after the bus ride back to Becky’s neighborhood. After checking to see that Becky’s sister, Tanya, was gone, they immediately took the new Barbie car to Becky’s bedroom and pulled out the Barbies. Lexi noticed one thing about Becky’s Barbies right away. They were all naked.

“Wow, you do love to let your Barbies have sex together, don’t you?” Lexi asked.

“If I didn’t have to go outside sometimes, I’d be naked all the time myself,” Becky added with a laugh.

Looking through the pile of dolls, Lexi noticed only one Ken doll, though. “I bet your Ken gets a lot of sex, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Becky said, “but mostly he watches the girls doing each other.”

Lexi gave Becky a sly smile. “So you do that with your Barbies too?”

“Of course. A girl’s gotta have her fun!” The two girls laughed together and Becky picked up her Skipper doll and one of her many Barbies. “Skipper wants to lick Barbie,” she said. She lay Barbie on her back and positioned Skipper so that her face was mashed between Barbie’s legs.

The two girls played sex games with the Barbies for another fifteen minutes until Lexi got an idea. “Hey, Becky,” she said, watching as her new friend maneuvered more dolls and made sounds for the pretend girls having sex. “Have you ever watched any porn?”

Becky looked at Lexi and grinned. “Have you?” she asked.

“I asked you first.”

“So you did.” Becky hesitated, drawing out the drama of the moment. “Well, what if I have?”

“I was gonna suggest we get on your computer and find some.”

“You sure?” Becky asked. She didn’t want to get in the middle of some really good porn and have Lexi chicken out.

“Sure, I’m sure. I watch it in my bedroom all the time.”

“All the time? When do you sleep?”

Lexi laughed. “Between porn videos!”

The two girls giggled loudly before getting up from the Barbie orgy and moving to Becky’s laptop. Becky booted up and opened her browser. Typing in ‘pornhub.com,’ she waited for her favorite free internet porn site to open. When it did, a number of thumbnail pictures came up. The girls looked at them, trying to decide which one to watch first.

“Do this one!” Lexi said, pointing at one where a girl had a man’s penis in her mouth.

“Okay,” Becky said, wondering how she could get Lexi to be okay with watching a video with two or more girls only.

They watched, and Becky did her best to concentrate on the girl, who would reach down and play with herself while sucking the guy off. After the man came, Becky said, “Do you ever do this?” and clicked on one where a girl was masturbating. The video opened and they watched for a moment.

“Why do you think I watch the porn all the time?” Lexi said.

Becky laughed. “For the same reason I do!”

They continued watching the girl playing with herself until Becky said, “So, are we just gonna sit here just watching the videos all afternoon, or are we gonna do something about it?”

Lexi gave Becky a smirk. “Like what?”

“You know.”

“I do? I’m not sure I know at all,” Lexi teased. “What are you suggesting we do? Get naked and play with ourselves like the girl in the video?”

“Well, we could just sit here and get horny and then get all frustrated if you’d rather do that.”

“Are you sure you want to?” Lexi said.

“Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t sure you wanted to.”

“Why you think I invited you over to play with the naked Barbies?” Becky said.

“You mean you thought about us doing it together when you asked me over?”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t you?”

“Well, um, yeah.”

Becky grinned. “Then what are we waiting for?” And she stood and pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles.

Lexi stared at her new friend’s pussy. It was bald, like hers, and puffy like hers, too. When she didn’t pull her own shorts and panties down, Becky said, “Well? You just gonna stare at mine and not let me get a look at yours?”

Lexi pushed her shorts and panties down past her knees and they fell to the floor around her ankles. Becky stared the the girl’s pussy. Her mouth started watering, but she reminded herself to go slowly. She didn’t want to scare her new, sexy friend off. She was afraid that if she went too far too fast, Lexi would freak out and leave. She definitely didn’t want that to happen.

The girls removed their shirts and stood naked except for socks in front of each other. Giggling, they turned their attention back to the girl on the screen. She had a dildo and was fucking herself with it.

Becky reached down and started rubbing herself. Lexi, seeing this, followed Becky’s lead. Soon the two girls began whimpering and moaning from the pleasurable feelings their fingers produced.

“Scoot over a bit so I can sit in the chair with you,” Lexi said, and Becky complied, excited to feel the girl’s hip touching her own.

Finally, Becky could stand it no longer. She at least had to touch Lexi’s pussy if the girl would let her. Reaching over, she pushed her fingers into Lexi’s slit as if she did it every day.

Lexi gasped at the contact. She’d hoped Becky would try something like that, and now she put her own hand on Becky’s pussy, rubbing the slit and enjoying the feel of her friend’s slit.

Now, the two girls were rubbing each other with abandon, working to bring each other to orgasm. Neither said anything about the change from masturbating themselves to masturbating each other. They just did it.

Becky felt her climax approaching and said, “Don’t stop!”

“I won’t as long as you don’t!” Lexi answered.

Within seconds, both girls started coming. Their fingers mashed the other girl’s clitoris, urging the other’s climax on.

When they’d finished, Lexi said, “You ever do it more than once?”

“All the time,” Becky said.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Lexi said, giggling.

Becky decided after what they’d done that some lesbian videos were in order and was no longer afraid to suggest it. “Let’s watch one of my favorites,” she said, and entered the title of one of her favorite clips in the search box.

When the video came up, Lexi said, “Your favorite is a lesbian one?”

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“Sure!” Lexi said. “They’re some of my favorites too!”

When the girls in the video started kissing, Becky looked over at Lexi, who returned the look. It was obvious in their eyes. They wanted to make out.

Soon, the girls were on Becky’s bed and making out, the videos all but forgotten.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of someone clearing her throat. Becky looked at her bedroom door. Tanya stood there, smiling.

Lexi looked frightened until Becky said, “You mind if my older sister joins in? She’s fun and knows a lot of stuff to do to make you feel good.”

Lexi smiled and looked back and forth between Becky and her sister. Then she made up her mind. “Sure!”

Tanya lay on the bed and said, “You both have to take off my clothes.”

Becky looked over at Lexi and grinned. “This is gonna be so wild!” she said, and reached for the buttons on her sister’s top as Lexi reached for the teenager’s belt.

Yes, this was going to be wild, Lexi thought.

Continue on to Chapter 16