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Way Better

  • Posted on May 21, 2018 at 10:10 am

by Your Ghost

{ This story was originally posted at The Kristen Archives in 2006 }

 Twelve year old Melissa Hunt studied the TV schedule while her mom flipped through the channels. There didn’t appear to be anything on, though. Lizzie McGuire, Melissa’s favorite show, had just ended, and now there was just dumb cop shows and doctor shows and reality shows. There were movies, too, on cable, but none of them sounded interesting.

She was just about ready to throw the schedule down and go into her room to play on the computer when her mother Gwen said, “Let’s watch this.”

Melissa looked up and saw a strange and unexpected image on the TV screen: a girl in a bunny costume, singing in a nightclub.”What is it?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“It’s called Better Than Chocolate,” Gwen replied, holding the remote out in front of her like a divining rod. “It’s a love story.”

“Okay.”

Melissa loved love stories. But as she snuggled up to her mom and watched the movie, she realized that this wasn’t like any love story she’d ever seen. For one thing, there weren’t any cute guys in it except for the one girl’s brother, and for another thing, it was the two main girls who were in love. They’re lesbians, Melissa realized.

They kept kissing and hugging each other over and over again, and flirting with each other… they even took a shower together, and painted each other’s bodies while they were naked. Puzzled, Melissa furrowed her brow. Why would her mother want to watch something like this? Or let her watch it, for that matter?

Not that Melissa thought it was bad or anything. In fact, it was kinda cool. The girls were really pretty, and they sure seemed to be in love. She thought it unfair that people would hate them just because they were both girls.

By the time the movie was over and love had triumphed, Melissa had decided that there wasn’t anything at all wrong with girls who wanted to be together that way.”How about some ice cream?” Gwen asked, stretching her arms.

“Sure!” Melissa replied with a big grin. She loved ice cream, even more than love stories.

“Come on, then.”

Melissa followed her mom into the kitchen. She fetched the bowls, the spoons and the ice cream scoop while Mom got the ice cream from the fridge. Chocolate, her favorite.

They sat across from each other at the table and Mom started scooping big globs of double fudge into the bowls.

“So, tell me, hon,” Gwen said as she worked, “what did you think of the movie?”

“Well,” Melissa replied, “the title of the movie was wrong.”

“Wrong? Why?”

“Because there’s nothing better than chocolate.”

Mom laughed a little and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that. There are a lot of very yummy things in this world.”

“Nothing as yummy as this,” Melissa said, then put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“For one thing,” Gwen said with a smile, “I think that you’re pretty yummy, my sweet little girl.” She placed her hand on Melissa’s knee. “So… other than the title,” Gwen went on, “what did you think of the movie? Did you like it?”

Melissa shrugged, swallowed her ice cream, and said, “Yeah… it was cool.” She wanted to say more, but wasn’t exactly sure what.

“I thought it was very romantic,” Gwen offered. “And I like love stories with happy endings, too… don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sad endings suck.”

Gwen chuckled, then asked, “So… what did you think of the girls? Did you think they were pretty?”

“The girl with the red curly hair sure was. The other girl was too, but she wasn’t nearly as pretty as the red-haired girl. She was beautiful.”

“I think so, too,” Gwen said. She spooned some of her ice cream, swallowed, then asked, “What about the fact that they were both girls? Did that bother you at all?”

Melissa shrugged again and said, “No, it was cool.” She was telling the truth, but at the same time she felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed kinda weird to be talking with her mom about lesbians.

“It didn’t bother me, either,” Gwen said. “I think if two people love each other, it shouldn’t matter whether they’re a boy and a girl, or whether they’re two girls, or whatever. If they love each other, then it should be okay for them to be together.”

“Yeah, it should,” Melissa said. “But a lot of people don’t like gay people. They think they’re sick, or whatever. This girl I know at school, Ronda Gabaldon, she says gay people are evil and will burn in hell when they die.”

“That’s bullshit,” Gwen said, which surprised Melissa; her mom didn’t usually talk like that. Plus, she seemed madder than she should have been.

Melissa swallowed another glob of ice cream, then said, “Yeah, well, Ronda Gabaldon’s pretty stupid.”

*****

At ten o’clock Melissa went in to take her nightly shower. She got the water going, made sure it wasn’t too hot, then quickly stripped off her clothes and got in. She grabbed the soap and began soaping herself down, starting with her shoulders and her arms, then her chest and stomach, then her butt, legs and feet. She made sure she got everything clean, then worked some shampoo into her long blonde hair. She kneaded it into a huge lather, scrubbed and massaged, until she was confident that her hair too was clean, then took the shower head down and rinsed all the shampoo out.

Once she was done with that, Melissa turned the heat down a little bit, so that it was more warm than hot, then adjusted the shower head from spray to pulsate. She leaned against the shower wall and began directing the water over her budding breasts, closing her eyes and smiling slightly at the immediate pleasure that coursed through her. She used her free hand to caress her chest as the water gently beat on her skin, fingertips gliding, squeezing and pulling, tapering over her hardening nipples.

As she touched herself, Melissa thought about Jason Miller. He was a ninth grader, two years ahead of her, the cutest boy in Melissa’s whole middle school. She imagined Jason touching her the same way she was touching herself.

It was her favorite sex fantasy for when she was in the shower or in bed, but for some reason she was finding it sort of difficult to focus. And then he just kind of drifted away altogether, replaced by an image of those two girls from the lesbian movie.

They were in the shower too, like they’d been in the movie — naked, wet and kissing each other passionately, their glistening bodies pressed together as they embraced. The red-haired girl began caressing the blonde girl’s boobs and playing with her nipples, then she dipped her head and started kissing and sucking them.

Melissa was a little startled by this vision, but only because she’d never really thought about girls like that before. She kinda liked the idea of the girls together, though, in love and doing loving sexy things to each other.

She decided to keep thinking about it as she sprayed warm pulsating water over her boobs — only now, instead of the blonde girl from the movie, she was the one in the shower with the red-haired girl. Melissa liked that even better. She imagined herself running her fingers through the girl’s curly hair as the redhead kissed and sucked her nipples and touched her between her legs. Melissa mimicked those touches with her own hand, alternating between her breasts and her pussy.

Then she imagined the red-haired girl getting down on her knees and kissing her down there, and as she imagined that she moved the pulsating shower head so that the water hit directly on her pussy.

Within seconds she felt an orgasm pour through her, causing her to gasp and shudder with the force of it. Then another one came, and another. Melissa was surprised, almost shocked; she’d never had that many orgasms all at once before, nor were they ever so intense, even when she was thinking about Jason. It was almost like the idea of making out with a girl was better than imagining it with a boy.

But of course, it can’t be, Melissa told herself as she put the shower head back and shut off the water. It’s just a leftover thing from watching that movie. There is no way I could be turning gay. Right…?

“I’m not a lesbian,” she muttered to no one as she toweled her body dry.

*****

Melissa and her mom went to bed at midnight. They only had one bedroom, and one bed, because Gwen had to work at a job that didn’t pay her much money. It had always been this way, but Melissa didn’t mind. In fact, she had always enjoyed sharing a bed with her mom; it made her feel safe, and she was comforted by the presence of another person sleeping next to her. Plus, if she wasn’t too tired, Mom liked to stay awake and talk for a little while. Melissa liked talking in bed at night.

Mom didn’t want to talk about the stuff she normally talked about, like Melissa’s schoolwork or the shopping they had to do the next day. Instead, she wanted to talk some more about the movie they’d watched. Actually, about the girls in the movie.

“So, you thought the red-haired girl was prettier?” Mom asked.

“Yeah,” Melissa replied cautiously.

They were lying side by side, Melissa on her back and Mom facing her, really close, an arm draped over Melissa’s stomach.

“Did you like watching them together? Kissing and touching each other? Making love?”

“Yeah,” Melissa said again, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of what she’d thought about in the shower. Feeling a little excited too, which also embarrassed her. “They didn’t show that much, though. I mean, they were naked and kissing and all that, but you didn’t get to see any real sex stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” Gwen said, sounding a little disappointed. “It’s too bad. I would have liked seeing them have sex.” She slipped her hand under Melissa’s pajama top and began to lightly rub her tummy. “Would you have liked it if they’d shown that kind of thing?”

“I dunno. I guess I wouldn’t have minded it.” Melissa was very aware of how her mom was touching her. She knew that it wasn’t exactly what a mother was supposed to do with her daughter, but Mom had always given her nice caresses like this — and besides, it felt good, so she didn’t say anything.

“I would have liked it,” Mom went on. “The two of them kissing each other’s breasts. Sucking each other’s nipples. Licking each other’s pussies. Making love the way only two women can.”

Melissa was startled by her mom’s language; she’d never heard her talk like that before. The words didn’t really sound right, coming out of her mouth, but at the same time Melissa had the sense that they belonged there. That Mom had said those words, probably to other people, and that she was comfortable with them. Maybe even turned on by them.

Melissa had to admit to herself that they turned her on too. She thought again about the fantasy she’d had in the shower, where the red-haired girl had kissed her and touched her… except now, she replaced the red-haired girl with her mother. She pictured Mom behind her closed eyes, wet and soapy as she cupped Melissa’s small breasts with both hands — then, just as she was thinking this, as if her mind was being read, Melissa felt her mom’s hand move from her belly up to her chest.

Gwen’s palm slid almost casually over Melissa’s right breast, then began to lightly squeeze and fondle it. At the same time Mom leaned in close and kissed her gently on the cheek. Melissa turned her head and looked at her and Mom kissed her again, this time on the mouth.

Mom’s lips were cool and soft, and Melissa spontaneously returned her kiss. They kissed again, then a third time, and Melissa realized that they weren’t just doing something impulsive and momentary; they were making out. Like lesbians.

A small voice inside Melissa’s head said, You shouldn’t be doing this, she’s your mom, but another part of her, a silent and yet very strong part, seemed to take control of her. Her body acted on its own, her mouth returning Gwen’s kisses, lips parting eagerly to take her mom’s tongue inside, her hands roaming over her mother’s back and shoulders, then down to her breasts. Melissa caressed Mom the same way she was being caressed, lovingly sliding her hands over Mom’s much larger breasts, gently squeezing and pulling on them. She felt Mom’s nipples in her palms, and found herself wishing she could kiss and suck on them.

Suddenly Gwen pulled her mouth away from Melissa’s and, in a husky voice, said, “God, you are so beautiful.”

Melissa didn’t know whether she should say Thank you, or You’re beautiful too, or But Mom, I’m not gay. A second later it didn’t matter, because Gwen was kissing her daughter’s face and her neck, unbuttoning Melissa’s pajama top.

Then in another few seconds she was kissing Melissa’s babyish breasts, then licking them, swirling her tongue in little circles around Melissa’s nipples — and the girl found herself unable to speak anyway. She felt her nipples getting hard, and a warm fuzzy cloud was growing in her belly.

As Gwen licked and nibbled on Melissa’s nipples, her hand moved down into her child’s pajama bottoms, then into her panties, exploring there as she continued to lavish affection on her daughter’s breasts.

Melissa responded with gasps and moans, moving her hips and arching her back, wanting more even as she told herself that she shouldn’t be liking this so much. But she did. She loved it.

After another minute or so, Gwen kissed a path down to Melissa’s stomach, licking her bellybutton and making her giggle. Then suddenly she sat up, taking hold of the waistband of Melissa’s pajama bottoms. Melissa watched as her mom pulled them down her thin legs, over her ankles and feet, then did the same thing with her panties. Melissa was naked now except for her pajama top, which was open anyhow and showing everything. She knew she should be embarrassed, but all she could really feel right then was sort of nervous, but also very excited.

Slipping her hands under the backs of Melissa’s knees, Gwen moved the girl’s legs apart, then held them there as she gazed down at Melissa’s fully exposed pussy.

“Oh, so gorgeous,” she said. She dropped her head down between Melissa’s legs and pressed her lips against her pussy. She kissed her there, then began to slowly lick, tracing a line with her tongue along the soft folds.

Raising herself up on both elbows, Melissa watched as Mom pushed her nose into her sparse tuft of pubic hair, her tongue slithering all over her pussy and even poking inside.

She couldn’t believe this was actually happening — her own mom was having lesbian sex with her! — but what Melissa found even more difficult to believe was that she was loving it. Yeah, it felt strange, and tickled a little, but it felt nice too; the fuzzy cloud in her stomach was getting bigger and warmer, and soon it became so hot inside that she couldn’t help but cry out.

Gwen continued to make love to Melissa, slipping her tongue into her pussy, then sliding it up and down her lips, and around and around her clit — until finally Melissa began to come, waves of pleasure shooting out in all directions from her pussy into her chest and arms and legs.

Melissa’s body was still trembling and tingling, and she was still trying to catch her breath when Mom sat up on the bed. She smiled down at Melissa as she slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head, then tossed it onto the floor.

Melissa’s eyes automatically traveled over her mom’s body, and she thought, Wow, she’s so pretty.

Gwen dropped back down and began kissing and licking her way up Melissa’s body; her pussy and her tummy, her boobs, her neck and face, and then finally a long French kiss on the mouth. Melissa’s legs were still spread wide and Gwen was lying between them, and as she moved up even farther, Melissa could feel her mom’s pubic hair and pussy lips sliding over her own much less hairy sex.

Now Mom’s big breasts were hovering above Melissa’s face as she said, “Go ahead, darling. Suck Mommy’s tits.” And then she lowered herself so that her boobs were right on Melissa’s face, one of them even touching her lips.

Melissa still felt like she couldn’t control what she was doing as she opened her mouth and started to lick little circles around Mom’s nipple. Then she took it in her mouth and began to gently suck it. At the same time Gwen took hold of one of Melissa’s hands and pulled it down between them until she was touching her mother’s pussy.

Melissa’s fingers moved through her mom’s pubic hair and over the lips, which were surprisingly warm and moist. She rubbed up and down, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as she continued to suck on her mom’s nipples, one after the other.

Gwen sighed and moaned and kissed the top of Melissa’s head as she began to move her hips, pushing her pussy against Melissa’s fingertips. “Oh yes!” she said in a low sensuous voice. “Oh yeah, that’s good. My good little baby. Suck Mommy’s nipples, my sweet little baby. Yes, yes…”

Melissa did her best to suck her mom’s bouncing boobs while at the same time rubbing her pussy. Gwen moaned and sighed some more as she thrust against her daughter’s fingers faster and faster, until finally she cried out and her body shuddered in orgasm.

Afterward, she collapsed on top of Melissa for a few minutes, just holding her close and breathing heavily. Eventually, Gwen moved off of Melissa and lay next to her on her back. She pulled her daughter close again, hugged her and kissed her forehead, and said, “You were wonderful, sweetheart.”

Melissa was finally able to find her voice and said, “Mom? Did we… did we just have sex?”

Gwen laughed lightly and said, “Well, we’re two women, and we just made love. That doesn’t necessarily mean we’re lesbians, though. It’s something you’ll have to decide for yourself, darling. But I’ll tell you, I really liked it. And I hope you did, too.”

“Yeah,” Melissa replied. “I did.”

*****

Melissa fell asleep in her mom’s arms, but when she woke up the next morning she was lying near the edge of the bed and Mom was on her own side. Melissa, feeling strangely refreshed, sat up in bed and looked down at her mother, who was dozing peacefully on her back.

She studied her beautiful face, her lovely golden hair, so much like Melissa’s own. Then she carefully pulled the blankets down and looked at her mom’s naked body, her large boobs and her flat belly, her slim hips and the dark golden bush of pubic hair on her pussy.

She recalled everything that had happened the night before, the movie, the ice cream… then the kissing and lovemaking with her mother, and the questions and reservations she’d had as well. Then, without really thinking about it, she reached down and began to caress Mom’s breasts, first one then the other. Then she leaned over and kissed them.

Melissa took one large pink nipple into her young mouth and began to suck on it, thinking to herself that there wasn’t anything wrong with lesbians after all. And that making love with another girl, especially her mom, really was better than chocolate. Way better.

 The End

My Wild Honey Daughter

  • Posted on May 17, 2018 at 8:39 am

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: So — another mystery tale from the JetBoy files. Like the others, I don’t know who wrote it or from whence it comes… like the others, I tweaked it somewhat, after turning it up years ago… like the others, I felt it was too good to keep to myself. I encourage anyone who knows the original (or even better, wrote the original in the first place) to contact us.

*****

My daughter Honey was a beautiful girl… a lovely face, dark hair in a cute pixie cut, big dimples and a laugh that made everyone who heard it smile. She was a quiet child, one who never really fit in with kids her own age. My mom always said that Honey had an “old spirit,” which might have been true. She’d always seemed more content to spend time in the barn or the garden than playing with other children, and was far more interested in nature than toys.

Truthfully, my daughter was a terrific asset to the household, especially after her father walked out on us for a girl of sixteen who bagged groceries at the neighborhood Winn-Dixie. Honey had learned everything she needed to know about gardening from her grandfather, and every summer she grew fresh vegetables for our larder. Her tomatoes are, to this day, the best I’ve ever tasted.

She also kept honeybees, another thing she picked up from my father. I was leery of letting her keep bees, as it seemed kind of dangerous, but finally I decided I’d let her try one hive to start.

If anyone ever had a knack for anything, it was Honey for her bees. It was as if Providence had dictated the name we gave her. By the time she was sixteen, she had a half dozen hives and had quite a bit of money saved for college from the honey she sold.

I was proud of my daughter, and loved her so much it hurt, but I worried about her at the same time. Honey was pretty, but she was bashful to the point of it being an actual handicap. I had raised her to be herself, though, and tried not to do much more than encourage her to be a bit more outgoing.

Our lives progressed as slowly and pleasantly as the warm afternoons Honey and I shared in the garden, or on the front porch sipping lemonade. By then, my husband had been gone for three years. I had dated a bit, but quickly became bored with the men in my town. That’s when I began to fantasize about finding sexual pleasure with another woman. I didn’t have the nerve to come on to another female, however — not in a rural community like mine. Instead I settled for lesbian erotica, a few sex toys purchased through the mail and my own fingers.

It was the second week of August, on a Wednesday night. I’d put on a dress and walked down to our local church for prayer meeting. Honey had never been much of a churchgoer, so I always attended the service on my own. Truth be told, I wasn’t much of a believer myself anymore, but still found pleasure in the ritual of community worship.

When I got there, a few of the other church women were standing outside chatting. As it turned out, Pastor Griggs had been unable to lead the service that day — evidently, he’d eaten too much watermelon with his noontime meal and was laid up with a stomach ache. Since it was so hot anyhow, they’d chosen to cancel the meeting. So I leisurely strolled the half mile back home, thinking the whole way how good a glass of ice-cold lemonade would taste once I got there.

I walked into the house and to the kitchen, where I put on my apron and made that pitcher of lemonade. I was just about to call to Honey to see if she wanted a glass, when I noticed that the coat hooks where she always hung her beekeeping hat with the veil and her bucket were empty. Figuring she was out tending her hives, I glanced out the back door and saw something lying on the ground about ten feet out from the steps. I walked out and saw it was one of Honey’s shoes. A few feet further, I found the other shoe. I walked about ten paces more and found her bibbed overalls lying in a heap on the ground.

I was instantly startled, afraid something awful had happened. I rushed down the path towards the edge of the field where my daughter’s beehives were, finding the rest of her clothes as I went.

Once I got within sight of the hives, I was in shock! There, tending them as usual was Honey, but now she was stark naked! I nearly shouted at her, but then stopped myself — I didn’t want to do anything that would stir up those bees.

So I stood and watched, torn between terror and fascination, as Honey opened the top of a hive and began taking out a frame, then retrieving the honeycomb. The bees just seemed to take it in stride as they buzzed freely around her, crawling all over her naked body.

I stood mesmerized as Honey scraped the honeycomb into her bucket, replaced the frame and top to the hive, and started back the path to the house, just as casual as can be.

A few yards past the hives, she broke off a piece of honeycomb. As she walked along she held it aloft and licked the honey from it, dripping golden drizzles of sweetness down between her breasts and onto her belly.

I hadn’t noticed until then how wonderfully Honey had blossomed into womanhood. She always wore baggy overalls and one of my ex-husband’s old shirts, concealing the contours of her body. Her breasts were slight, her stomach flat and her hips hadn’t filled out as much as mine, but she had become quite womanly… and utterly beautiful. Now I stared at my little girl, awed by her loveliness.

Once she started back up the path, I stepped out of sight, partly because I didn’t want to startle her… partly because I didn’t want to seem like I was spying on my own child. But I was. Moments earlier, my heart had been pounding frantically, my breath held out of fear for her safety. Now, my heart seemed to be pulsing with something other than fear.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from my daughter as she licked at the honeycomb, excess running down over her silky white skin. Her nipples were visibly erect as the honey slowly flowed over them like amber lava. It was easily the most sensual thing I’d ever witnessed. I could feel my own nipples beginning to throb under the church dress I still wore. My palms began to sweat as my hands trembled and I smoothed them down my thighs.

My God… could I be sexually attracted to my own daughter?

As she drew nearer I became aware of the dampness growing in my panties. My head was swimming with emotions. I wanted to run away, I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to kiss her — but all I could do was gape at Honey, lost in the sight of my naked child.

I hadn’t been this aroused in ages. My mouth had gone dry and I could feel sweat trickle down the small of my back. I stood motionless in the humid August evening, my senses so alive that I seemed to glow like the sun. I know this sounds blasphemous, but it felt as if I’d been touched by the hand of God.

Suddenly my naked daughter was but a few feet from me. “Honey,” I tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.

She started, dropping the piece of honeycomb. For an instant she looked wide-eyed and surprised, but then a euphoric smile spread across her face as she looked deep into my eyes. I suppose, even to someone as innocent as Honey, the look of sexual desire is pretty easy to recognize.

My child slowly walked over to where I stood. Still smiling, her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but she never uttered a word. Instead she raised her fingers to my trembling lips.

“Baby… no…” I whimpered as my daughter slowly traced my lower lip, leaving a trail of honey.

“I love you, Momma,” she said — then her mouth claimed mine in a gentle kiss.

Unable to push her away, I relished the exquisite sweetness of my daughter’s mouth. Pulling away with a giggle, Honey touched her fingertips to my lips again. This time they parted, allowing her middle and index fingers to enter my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I slowly and methodically sucked her sticky fingers clean. Honey gave out a little moan and brought her face to mine once more, licking the honey from the corners of my mouth, her tongue briefly engaging mine. Throwing all restraint to the winds, I sucked at it.

Honey dropped her bucket, which hit the ground with a thunk, then I could feel her frantically unfastening the buttons of my dress. We kissed deeply and passionately as she pushed the garment off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

Our tongues mingled, fell back, then mingled again. They swirled together, probing, teasing, our lips still sticky and sweet. Heart pounding, I dipped my face down to kiss one of her honeyed nipples. I knew this was wrong — she was my daughter, for God’s sake! — but the desire I felt was too powerful to refuse.

Honey gasped as I suckled her stiff nipple. My tongue explored her soft skin, lapping up the sweetness that she had drizzled on herself. Honey moaned, clutching my shoulders with both hands. I could feel her shiver as I caressed her beautiful bottom.

All at once Honey was pulling my slip off over my head and casting it away, Before I knew what was happening we were on the ground, panting and moaning, grinding our bodies together. I was on my back and Honey on top of me, fucking my mouth with her hot tongue.

I moaned when she slid a hand into my panties, parting my swollen, sticky labia with her fingers. She tickled and teased my clit until I was seeing fireworks. Whatever reluctance I’d felt before about making love to my own daughter had dissolved like mist.

Honey turned around and lay down beside me, coaxing me over until our positions were reversed and I was on top of her. My body throbbed like a tractor engine as I realized what my daughter wanted. I eagerly  straddled Honey’s face, then lowered my face between her parted thighs and tasted another woman for the first time.

We ate each other’s cunts in such a lustful frenzy that in no time, we were both moaning in ecstasy. I had no idea where Honey learned to do what she did to my pussy with her tongue, but it was incredible. She circled around my clit, only brushing it, never actually touching it until she was ready to get me off, and when she finally did… well, I‘ve never experienced such earth-shattering rapture, before or since.

It was a sinful act I was committing, making love to my own daughter — but at the same time, it felt so right and so natural that the notion of right and wrong got completely lost. I licked and sucked Honey’s pussy like I’d been a lesbian all my life. I went down on her the way I loved having my cunt eaten, the few times my late husband had done it to me… and my instincts must have run true, for my daughter was trembling helplessly and mewling with delight as I loved her. Soon Honey was nearly screaming as I brought her to a wrenching climax.

Spent, we lay side by side, bathed with sweat in the cool grass, trying to catch our breath and collect our thoughts, holding hands as the sun set off in the distance, causing shadows from the nearby pine trees to paint our naked bodies. We turned to one another, cuddled close and shared tender kisses as we whispered words of devotion.

After that afternoon, Honey shared my bed. We fucked morning, noon and night, whenever we had the time and desire to get naked together. Two years later, my daughter are still passionately in love.

Oh, and Honey ended up teaching me how to tend to her bees. I often collect the honey naked, as she still does… and several times I have masturbated a few yards away from the hives, remembering the day that my child and I became lovers.

The End

Her Mother’s Revelation

  • Posted on May 10, 2018 at 8:38 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another gem from my files, its origin and the original author uncertain — but surely this is much too good to languish unread. As before, I left my own fingerprints all over this story, but too long ago for me to remember where.

*****

“Ohhh, Mom. Oh GOD.” Edie threw her head back, gasping ecstatically as she clutched her mother’s face to her chest.

Jackie lovingly suckled her daughter’s left nipple, all the while fondling her other breast. She inhaled sharply as Edie’s fingernails bit into her bare back. Bet that leaves a mark, she told herself.

Edie was frantically riding her mother’s thigh, the wet heat of the teen’s cunt a lover’s kiss against the older woman’s skin.

Raising her face from Edie’s breast, Jackie nuzzled a path up the girl’s neck until their eyes met, giving her daughter a look that smoldered with long-hidden lust. “Let’s take this into the bedroom, sweetheart,” she whispered, then punctuated her words with a hard, sloppy tongue kiss.

Edie’s mind reeled. She returned Jackie’s kiss, her arms entwining around her mother’s back… then she rose from the sofa, taking Jackie’s hand to lead her upstairs. Their make-out session clumsily continued as they stepped over discarded clothes and made their way upstairs to Jackie’s bedroom. The two women bumped against the walls of the stairway as they walked up, their mouths glued together, hands freely exploring one another’s naked bodies.

In the bedroom, grabbing her mother’s shoulders, Edie fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Jackie down on top of her. Bare breasts pressed together, the women kissed hungrily. “Mom,” Edie breathed as she pulled away, panting for a breath, “This is all so… unbelievable.” She sighed contentedly.

Jackie cupped her daughter’s face in her hands, looking her in the eyes. “Believe it, honey,” she said. “I’m going to show you everything.” Her hand slipped down her daughter’s naked body to cup her vulva, and Edie cooed in response.

*****

It had started innocently enough, with Jackie initiating a discussion about sex with her teenage daughter.

“Mom, I’m eighteen, you know,” Edie said dismissively.

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Jackie had said… which was strange, Edie had thought.

Jackie then took a deep breath and told her daughter what she was finally old enough to know: that her mother was a lesbian.

This revelation suddenly made a lot of strange things very comprehensible to Edie.

*****

“My GOD,” she exclaimed, writhing below her naked mother on the bed. Jackie had run a finger up her girl’s dripping wet slit as she kissed and nuzzled at her neck. Sliding down Edie’s body, Jackie gave her breasts more loving attention as she teased her daughter’s clit with a fingertip.

Edie was wracked by spasms of pleasure. She spread her legs wider beneath her mother, arching her wet pussy toward Jackie’s face, which was now making its way down her body. Her fingers tangled in her mother’s hair.

As her mother slid between Edie’s thighs, she whispered, barely audibly, “Beautiful… so beautiful.”

This both excited Edie and made her happy. She anticipated that incredible tongue exploring her pussy, and her breath hissed from her throat as she felt her mother’s breath tickling her skin. To her frustration, though somehow mixed with delight, her mother instead planted soft kisses on the inside of her daughter’s thighs… and her finger, slick with the teenage girl’s wetness, pressed slowly into Edie’s sphincter.

Sparks flew in Edie’s head. She thought she might pass out. Her mother had worked a digit all the way into her ass, up to the second knuckle, and began pumping it in and out as she continued to nuzzle her daughter’s thighs. Edie realized she might come without so much as her pussy being touched. “Mom… Mommy, ohhh, yes…” she whimpered.

Then, as if activated by those words, her mother’s mouth suddenly claimed her daughter’s throbbing cunt, her hot tongue plunging within to probe Edie’s vagina, her finger still fucking the girl’s ass.

Oh, God, my own mother, Edie thought, and that more than the physical sensations tumbled her over the edge. She shrieked and screamed her orgasm, her mother’s mouth never leaving Edie’s cunt despite the girl’s bucking and writhing. Soon Edie was out of breath and could hardly make a sound, but her orgasm just wouldn’t stop. “Mom. Mom!” she tried to cry.

Jackie took her daughter to the heights of pleasure… then gently brought her down, soothing Edie’s vagina with gentle kisses, caressing her thighs.

Edie and her mother cuddled naked, exchanging soft kisses. Her mind still reeled at the extent of this… the knowledge that she’d had sex with another woman — her own mom!

“This is a lot to take in for you, I know,” Jackie said, stroking her daughter’s hair, as though reading her mind — even though it wouldn’t have been difficult to tell what she must have been thinking about, Edie mused.

“Yeah, Mom… I guess it is,” Edie agreed softly, blushing a bit. What on earth could she possibly be embarrassed about now? she wondered.

“I don’t know if this is your first time or not,” Jackie said, caressing her belly, “but I hope you enjoyed it. You certainly seemed to!” she said, smiling playfully. “The erotic bond between mother and daughter… there’s nothing like it.”

“It’s my first time… you know, with a woman,” Edie replied. Almost unbidden, her finger went up and began to play with her mom’s nipple. Edie’s eyes shut, she lay back and sighed, before she raised up slightly, having just registered the last thing her mother had said. “Mom,” she asked, wide-eyed, “do you mean that you and Grandma… did you ever do this with… well, with her?”

Jackie smiled. “It’s funny you should ask that,” she cooed, gazing deep into her new lover’s eyes. “Yes, honey,” she said, indicating their tangled, naked bodies, “my mother and I made love, just like you and I just did.” She giggled. “And… I seduced her.”

Edie’s eyes were big as saucers. “Tell me about it,” the teenage girl said, feeling a thrill deep inside.

So Jackie did.

*****

It happened one night when she was 19, a college student, but still living at home. She had planned to move out and live in the university dorms, but decided instead to stay home and commute.

That spring — this was July — Jackie had met a girl at college, someone she was instantly drawn to sexually. While neither considered themselves gay, they had discovered they each shared a liberal view of sex after a night of heated lovemaking. They had been together as lovers for the rest of the school year.

Anyway, having discovered the pleasures of lesbian sex, the next logical step in Jackie’s mind involved sharing these newfound pleasures with her mother Brenda. Why shouldn’t they be intimate? Her mother was divorced, unattached and still incredibly beautiful… and Jackie knew that her mom had been involved with other women before, having read as much in college diary without her knowledge. She didn’t know if her mother could be persuaded to go to bed with her, but was determined to do her level best to make it happen.

At first her mother didn’t want to hear a word of any such thing.

“Mom,” Jackie had said, “that’s ridiculous. What are you afraid of, breaking a taboo? That’s stupid.”

Her 37-year-old mother wouldn’t take the bait. “That has nothing to do with it,” she said. “You are my daughter. That’s all.”

Jackie put on a pouty face. “You don’t think I’m pretty?”

Brenda did take that bait. “Jackie, honey, no,” she hastily said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s not it. It’s just… not the kind of thing mothers are supposed to do with their children.”

Jackie shook her head. “I love you, Mom. And you love me. We’re not like most mothers or daughters. We’re friends, too. We’ve shared our lives, our secrets, our dreams.” She placed a hand on her mother’s thigh. “And all I want is to be closer to you, Mom. How can this be wrong if we both love one another?” She leaned closer to her mother, allowing her lips to brush the older woman’s ear. “Besides, Mom,” she breathed, “you are an incredibly sexy woman… and I just know that you’d be a hot fuck.”

“Jacqueline!” her mother gasped. But not with a lot of conviction.

“Mom, I’ve discovered sex between two women who trust each other and feel affection for one another is something truly beautiful and enjoyable. And that’s what I want to share with you, Mom.” She moved her face to her mother’s ear, blew in it softly, then kissed it gently. “More than anything else in the world…”

Shaking, her mother turned to her and they kissed… tentatively at first, then more frantically, their tongues coming into play.

And soon they were both undressed, and mother and daughter lay entwined in bed, kissing like the lovers they now were. Jackie made love to her mother, making her come over and over… all with an earnestness born of devotion. And, she realized, something of an adventurous spirit. They were bravely trying something new together… and both wanted to make sure it was a beautiful experience.

Soon, Brenda was eagerly returning her daughter’s affections, dipping her face between the girl’s thighs to taste Jackie’s cunt for the first time. Then she grew bolder, licking and sucking at the glistening sex before her like a woman possessed… until with a wild cry, Brenda’s daughter came in her face.

They made love for hours that night.

*****

By the time Jackie was finished with her story, Edie was squirming and nearly panting. Cupping her mother’s face in her hands, she kissed her warmly and wetly. Their tongues emerged to join in a loving duet, mouths sliding together sensuously. Jackie’s hands found her daughter’s ass cheeks again and she fondled Edie’s bottom, sending new bolts of sensation through the young woman.

“Mom,” Edie gasped, arching her back. “Oh, Mom!”

Jackie rolled over on top of Edie to pleasure the girl’s breasts, one after the other. She strummed her child’s nipple with her tongue, causing the young woman to moan helplessly.

Edie rolled them both over so she was on top as her mother continued to kiss and caress her. Jackie’s legs wrapped around Edie’s ass to pull her daughter down until their sexes met. Then she began to grind back and forth, pressing their dripping pussies together. Each woman’s tingling slit sent jolts of pleasurable friction through the other.

Wickedly stirred by these new sensations, Edie rocked forward and slid back, panting, “Oh, fuck… fuck… fuck!” under her breath.

Suddenly Edie’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh god… oh my god… ohmygodohmygodohmyggggg–!” and she came explosively from the wet, hot sensation of cunt against cunt, coupled with the mindblowing idea of her own mother actually fucking her. Panting and flushed, she collapsed on top of Jackie, who cradled her daughter’s head to her breast.

Jackie smiled. “I don’t want to wear you out your first time,” she said, her eyes shining with love for her daughter.

Edie raised an eyebrow and smiled wryly. She gently extricated herself from Jackie’s embrace, then slid down her mother’s body, pausing to place a butterfly kiss on Jackie’s nipple that made her gasp. Slowly she traced her tongue down her mother’s belly, making her way between her thighs.

Edie glanced up at her mother, who was now trembling in anticipation. “I’m going to lick your pussy now, Mom,” she cooed.

Jackie’s eyes rolled upward as Edie pressed her face into her throbbing sex. The girl began to lick her tentatively, exploring the heat and wetness of another woman’s cunt for the first time. “Oh!” Jackie exclaimed… “Oh, my darling,” her hands clutching at the sheets as her daughter began to eat her pussy for real.

Edie had no real idea what she was doing, just what she thought she would like and what her mom had done to her. It was more than enough. She was surprised to discover how much she loved the smell and taste of her mother’s vagina. Her mother bucked and shook and cried out as Edie feasted on her pussy.

Edie’s chin brushed the folds of her mother’s labia as she licked at Jackie’s clit. As she did, her mom’s legs closed over her daughter’s head and she began to writhe even harder, nearly screaming as she exploded in a convulsive climax that had her seeing stars. “Oh, my darling little girl,” she cried, her eyes shut tightly. “I love you!”

Edie pleasured her mother in a wild frenzy of incestuous lust, clawing at her legs, sliding her face up and down between the older woman’s thighs, her mouth loving every part of Jackie’s cunt.

Jackie screamed as the most intense orgasm of her entire life came crashing down upon her. “OH… MY BABY. MY DARLING LITTLE GIRL… OOHHH!” Every inch of her body seemed to be bathed in a sweet fire.

*****

When Jackie had had this little talk with her daughter about her lesbianism, a moment that seemed so long ago but wasn’t, she didn’t know what to expect from Edie. Her daughter might become angry and storm away. She might be confused and ask a lot of questions. She might be embarrassed to speak.

Instead, Edie just nodded her head, as if everything now made sense to her. Fleetingly, Jackie figured she was a smart girl, and she must have sensed something about her mother’s sexuality, even if she didn’t know about it outright.

All she knew was that Edie stood up and held out a hand to her. She stood up, too, and they hugged warmly. All Jackie’s anxieties about coming out to her daughter were melting away, and her heart glowed with happiness. Edie understood… or at least accepted.

Then Edie gently pulled away and studied her mother.

“What do you do?”

This was one question Jackie hadn’t prepared for. “Um… well, nothing out of the ordinary, if that’s what you mean.”

“How does it start?”

Jackie was puzzled. “How does it–”

Edie leaned in and pecked her mother on the lips. “Maybe… with a kiss?”

Jackie was alert, now. “I do like kissing,” she said softly.

Her daughter kissed her again, no tongue, just soft, careful lips. Then again, harder.

Jackie’s heart was pounding. “Edie, honey, I–”

Then again, Edie’s mouth parting slightly. And before she could think, Jackie’s tongue had slipped into Edie’s mouth, and she was kissing her own daughter like a lover.

Now Edie grabbed her mother’s shirt and began to tug it up over her head as their kisses grew frantic, desperate. They staggered about the room, the two of them, banging into the furniture, kissing frantically, “mmph”ing and trying to remove Jackie’s pastel top.

They finally got the shirt off, Jackie tossing it to the floor. Her daughter’s hands came up immediately to touch her breasts, caressing them. Jackie, still off balance and a little unsure, moaned and whimpered, “Edie… are you sure that you want this?”

The beautiful teenaged girl smiled lovingly at her mother… then moved in to kiss her gently, her tongue emerging to lick at her mother’s lower lip. Then she whispered “Teach me, Mom. Teach me about how women make love. I want to know everything… and there’s no one I’d rather learn from than you.” She closed her eyes, leaning close to kiss her again, then pulled away. “C’mon, Mom — let’s get naked.”

Edie grabbed her own shirt and practically tore it off. Her bra, too. Then she roughly embraced her mother, their breasts crushing together. Jackie sighed deliriously as her sweet child ran her hands and fingers through her mother’s hair. She slowly wrapped her arms around Edie, relaxing into their embrace as her daughter made love to her.

Before long Edie, her hands visibly shaking, were slipping off her jeans. Jackie took hers off, too. Both women’s panties were wet.

They embraced again, Edie grinding her pussy into her mother’s through their underwear. Jackie moaned and caressed her daughter, seeking out the teenage girl’s mouth with her own.

Finally Edie tugged her mother’s panties down, and Jackie returned the favor. Now naked, the new lovers pressed their bodies firmly together as they kissed, more passionately than ever. Jackie lowered her face to her daughter’s breasts, her mouth taking in a taut nipple. Edie inhaled sharply.

Jackie teased Edie’s nipples with her flicking tongue, suddenly remembering all the times she’d called her mother “Mommy” during their lovemaking. The incest she and her mother had indulged in had only made their love for one another stronger. She found herself desperately hoping Edie would call her “Mommy,” too…

*****

That was how it had started. Now, mother and daughter lay cuddled together in a warm afterglow.

Jackie kissed Edie tenderly, tasting her own pussy. She ran a finger along her daughter’s chin. “Sore?”

Edie smiled. “Yeah. But so worth it.” She kissed her mother back. “Way worth it.”

Jackie smiled brightly. Now they were softly, tenderly making out again. None of the hunger or urgency of before… just two women in love, tasting one another, luxuriating in a relaxed embrace. Being together.

After awhile Edie smiled up at her mother, and sank down to nuzzle at Jackie’s nipple. She lovingly engulfed it in her mouth and began suckling, like a baby. Jackie shivered and sighed contentedly. She stroked Edie’s hair. “My dearest love,” she whispered. “I hope you know now that sex isn’t just something you do, it’s a way to love. What you and I have, right now… it’s the greatest gift of our lives.”

“I think… I understand that now, Mom,” Edie murmured, raising herself up to kiss her mother’s sweet mouth.

The End

Girls Loving Girls

  • Posted on May 3, 2018 at 8:53 am

by Candy Kane

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive in November 1997}

“Karen, I’m going to take a shower,” Brenda said as the movie ended. “Want to join me?” She got up from the couch and stretched her arms over her head; her breasts pushed her T-shirt out as it rode up exposing her bare navel and tiny bikini panties. It was Saturday and our parents were away for the weekend. My seventeen-year-old twin sister and I had decided to spend the evening at home watching TV.

“Sounds good,” I said. “You get started while I clean up.” I watched her head up the stairs, her long legs tanned and slim, her bare feet padding on the carpet. I picked up the empty popcorn bowls and soda glasses and went to the kitchen.

The movie we rented was sexy with lots of nudity. Brenda and I had been lying on each end of our large living room couch. My hand had slipped down between my legs a few times during the really hot scenes, and I could tell from Brenda’s squirming that she was enjoying herself too. By the end of the movie, I was definitely turned on and wet. I knew from Brenda’s suggestion of the shower that she was as horny as I was.

Taking a shower together was not unusual; we loved being naked and touching each other. When we were younger, it was innocent, sisterly stuff: inquisitive fingers exploring under a nightie or a bathing suit. But when we became teenagers, things started getting a lot hotter between us. Like the first time Brenda made out with a boy. She raced home to tell me. I wanted to know how it felt so she showed me. From then on, we would practice our kissing techniques on each other before we went out on a date. I quickly realized that I liked making out with my sister more than with any boy.

We shared a large bedroom with two beds, but in the winter we often slept together. Many nights, we would snuggle up to get warm and our hands would wander, caress, and search. It was so erotic to fall asleep with our bodies entwined and my hand between Brenda’s legs or hers on my breast. One night, I woke up to feel her finger in me. She must have been having a very wet dream; she was fingering me in her sleep. I thought it was so adorable and returned the favor, awakening her from her slumber with a warm, wet orgasm.

The memory sent a tingle down between my legs as I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed upstairs to our parents’ huge bathroom. It had a whirlpool and double-headed shower. I could see Brenda through the steamy glass shower doors. She had her head tilted back, letting the hot water wash over her face. Her small breasts glistened from the hot water. As she turned around, I could see the V-shaped pubic patch that pointed like an arrow to her slit. I had trimmed it for her only a few days before and called it my “get to the point” design.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my panties down my legs. My pussy was still damp from playing with myself earlier. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped inside as the steam rushed up and surrounded me.

“Let me wash your back,” I purred, reaching for the washcloth.

“Wait, Karen,” Brenda held my arm, “just your hands.”

“You’re such a bad girl,” I said as she pulled me into the stream of water.

Brenda handed me a bar of soap and turned to face the marble wall. “Do my back.”

I lathered up my hands and rubbed them in big circles over her back, starting at her shoulders and working my way down. Brenda leaned forward placing her hands on the wall; her head faced down between her arms as the hot water sprayed over her. I increased my circles to include her ribs and hips, letting my hands reach around to sweep over her breasts. Every second or third time, I would pause to give her nipples extra attention; they hardened at my touch. I ran my hands along her arms stopping to gently clean her armpits. My sister was very sensitive there and had told me that when I kissed or caressed her underarms, it sent sparks shooting down between her legs. I hoped it was working now.

From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to her bottom. And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped. Brenda’s clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at school. Brenda and I loved to play little sexy games when we were in public. Like at school, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger each other until we came… or touch one another in crowded elevators without being noticed.

As the hot water created a steam cloud wrapping itself around us, I leaned forward and kissed Brenda’s back. Then I lathered up again and rubbing her beautiful bottom. Running my slippery hand up and down her ass crack, I could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing deepened and she spread her legs for me. “Get me really clean,” Brenda said, smiling over her shoulder.

“Expecting company?” I asked.

“Only that wicked tongue of yours.”

“My, aren’t we horny tonight.” I squatted down and ran my soapy hands along her legs enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs. While I stroked them, my eyes never left that gorgeous ass right in front of my face, particularly her puckered little hole. It looked like a small flower and I remembered the first time I saw it up close. We were in bed one night exploring each other’s bodies using only the glow of a flashlight. Brenda lay on her stomach and stuck her bottom up. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see her hole, asking me what it looked like. I told her I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world — next to her pussy, of course! That night we spent hours playing with and licking each other’s bottoms.

I continued washing Brenda’s legs working my way up until I was stroking her pussy from behind. She moaned at my touch. Then I took my thumbnail and softly scratched her anus causing an immediate contraction of her cheeks. I pushed the tip of my thumb against her little hole until her muscles relaxed, and then let it slide in about an inch or so. Brenda responded by pushing back, taking it in further.

With my thumb inside her, I pressed my hips up against her ass. Spreading my legs slightly, I brought my pussy against the back of my hand and started a slow pumping rhythm as my thumb slid in and out of her while I massaged her cunt. Next, I leaned over so my breasts lay against her back. I reached my other hand around and cupped her left breast, taking her swollen nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. I pushed my pussy against my hand forcing my thumb up inside her rectum as far as it would go.

“God, that feels so good,” she managed to say as she met my thrusts. “Just the right size.” Her words were slurred as her breathing quickened, her body trembled. I know my sister well; she was going to come fast and hard. I loved the feel of my cunt pressing against my hand, but right then I was thinking only of her; all I wanted was to make her come.

She climaxed with a shudder; gritting her teeth and jerking her head up and back. She made a low moaning sound as she closed her eyes, the steaming water washing over us. I slowed my thrusts and tried to support Brenda to keep her from sinking to the floor; her legs shaking, her body limp. Slowly she recovered and caught her breath. As I took my thumb out of her, I gave her pussy a few loving strokes and covered her back and neck with kisses.

She straightened and turned around, her eyes glazed over with sex. Brenda wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her mouth on mine, her tongue shot out in a hot, wet kiss. It was not a sisterly peck but a passionate, “fuck me” kiss. Our breasts pressed together… wet and slippery, soft and wonderful. We shifted slightly so our pussies could grind against each other’s thighs; our hips moved in a wanton, lustful motion. Finally, we broke the embrace and I took Brenda by the hand. “Let’s dry off and go to bed,” I said.

“Is that a proposition?” she asked with a giggle.

“Let’s just say I heard you were… easy.”

She kissed me again while she slid her hand down my stomach to my pussy, her middle finger resting between my folds. Then she whispered into my ear, “Meet you in the bedroom, cutie.”

Shutting off the water, we opened the glass doors and stepped out. Brenda grabbed two large towels and we dried each other off. I was so turned on I wanted to pull her to the floor and go down on her right there. But before I could, Brenda threw her towel over my head. “So you think I’m easy, do you? Well, little sister, if you want to fuck me, you’ve got to catch me first.”

With that, she ran out the door and down the hall. Tossing the towel aside, I raced after her, thoroughly enjoying her girlish laughter and the sight of her bouncing ass and long legs as she disappeared around a corner. Down the stairs we ran, me catching her only to have Brenda slip out of my grasp and sprint to the next room. Finally, she ran back up the stairs, heading for our parents’ room and their king sized bed. By the time I caught up, Brenda had yanked the covers off and thrown them to the side. Then she scrambled onto the bed and positioned herself with her back to the headboard. I stopped a few feet away to catch my breath. “Is there something you wanted, young lady?” she said, nonchalant as if she had just noticed me for the first time.

I gave out a little growl and went down on my hands and knees, my cunt throbbing and flared wide open, ready for love. Brenda brought her knees up and spread her legs apart. Then she reached down with her fingertips and opened herself to me, her sex glistening. I crawled between her thighs. Her scent filled my nostrils. I was so turned on, my body shook, my eyes blurred. I bent down and kissed her pussy with the same passion I would have kissed her mouth. Then I lowered myself onto the bed, the coolness of the sheets wonderful against my naked body.

As Brenda wrapped her long legs around my head, I devoured her like a hungry animal; licking, sucking and drinking in all the sweet love juice that flowed from her cunt. I reached up, took her nipples between my fingertips, and squeezed them as I licked her. She moved her hips in unison to my thrusts and her soft purring quickly turned to moans and cries as her climax built. Brenda ran her fingers through my hair, pushing on my head to force my tongue deeper inside her. Finally she stiffened and squeezed me tight with her legs as an explosive orgasm rocked her body. I slowed and opened my eyes, looking up at her. It was the most beautiful sight I could imagine as I watched her drift in and out of the blissful haze.

“Come here, baby,” she breathed, opening her arms to me. I crawled up her body, licking and kissing as much of her salty, damp skin as I could. When our lips were inches apart, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed hungrily. My lips and chin were wet from her pussy, and she tasted herself with delighted purrs of pleasure.

“I love making you come,” I said between kisses.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.” We both giggled as we continued planting kisses all over each other’s faces.

“You’ve been doing all the work,” Brenda said when we finally stopped to catch our breath. “Now it’s my turn,” and scooted out from under me. Still on my stomach, I waited until she positioned herself behind me before I pulled my knees in and stuck my ass up. I could feel her warm breath as she nuzzled her face between my cheeks. Then she ran her tongue up and down my crack using the tip to tease my asshole before moving down to lick my pussy. “You smell so good,” she said between licks.

“Good enough to eat?” I asked with a wiggle.

Her answer was a loud moan as she pressed her face into me and licked at my pussy. Brenda knew how much I loved being eaten from behind and electricity shot through me when her tongue went in my pussy and her nose pushed on my anus. I reached back to spread my cheeks and she rubbed my legs and ass, her experienced tongue doing exactly what I liked.

“Oh, you’re such a fucking nasty girl!” I said through clenched teeth. Suddenly the phone rang.

“Shit!” Brenda said, looking up.

Slowly I swung around, out of breath, my chest heaving. “It could be Mom or Dad. We’ve got to answer it.” I took her face in my hands and pulled her mouth to mine. I could taste my pussy all over her.

“Fuck!” she said as we broke the kiss.

“Hold that thought.” I rolled over to reach the phone on the table beside the bed. “Hello.” I listened for a moment and then held my hand over the receiver. “It’s Mrs. Cummings from down the street,” I whispered. “She’s been called into an emergency shift at the hospital and her husband’s on the road. She wants to know if we could baby-sit Lisa tonight?”

“Lisa?”

“You know, her twelve-year-old.” As I spoke, I watched Brenda as she slowly slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy. She knew she was driving me crazy as she brought them up and licked off her juice. With a wicked smile, she stuck her fingers deep inside her again and then offered them to me.

“Cut that out, Brenda,” I whispered. “We have to decide. Do we want her over here or not?”

“Well,” Brenda murmured, smiling mysteriously, “how can we have fun when there’s a twelve-year-old around to watch?” She paused for a moment, then said, “Unless…”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I said slyly. “Maybe… maybe we could all have some three-way fun.”

Brenda reached over and ran her hand down between my legs. “Mrs. Cummings,” I said with difficulty as Brenda played with me. “We’d love to help you out. Just sent Lisa on over and don’t worry about a thing. She’ll be in good hands.” Brenda laughed out loud at that last comment and I found it hard to keep a straight face until I hung up.

“You have the dirtiest mind of anyone I know,” I said. Then I leaned over and put my lips to her ear. “Besides, what if I don’t want to share you with some little twelve-year-old hottie?”

Brenda ran her fingers through my hair. “Remember, lover, what I’ve got is yours anytime you want it.” She kissed me hard, then said, “Now I wonder what it would take to get in Lisa’s panties?”

“She is kind of cute.” I casually played with Brenda’s patch of pubic fleece.

“I saw her in a two-piece not too long ago,” Brenda said. “She’s got a nice ass and her tits are just starting to develop.”

“Then let’s get dressed and ready for her.” We both laughed as I rolled off the bed and reached out my hand. Brenda took it and we headed down the hall arm-in-arm.

“What do you wear to seduce a twelve-year-old girl?” I said.

Now who’s got the dirty mind?” she said and ran her hand down my bare ass.

*****

“Hi Lisa.” Brenda held the door open. The petite seventh grader smiled and walked in, a small gym bag hung from her right hand.

“You guys are really great to let me come over,” Lisa said as she stood in the foyer and looked around. I could see her from the living room. She was dressed in short denim cutoffs and a Nike pullover. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore white tennis shoes, no socks. Her legs were long, firm, and starting to take shape; her breasts were developing nicely. Brenda was right, she did have a cute ass and it definitely filled out her snug shorts. My pussy tingled at the thought of licking it.

“Come on in, Lisa,” I called. She walked into the living room, put her bag down, and plopped down on the couch beside me.

“You hungry?” I asked.

“No thanks, Karen, I ate just before I came over.” Then she turned and looked at the TV. “What are you watching?” she asked with a startled expression. I had one of my dad’s X-rated videotapes playing in the VCR, the ones he and Mom kept hidden and didn’t think we knew about. I had located a hot scene just as Lisa arrived.

“Oh, this,” I said nonchalantly. “We rented a couple of movies for tonight. You like adult films?” As Lisa stared at the screen, two girls and a guy had just undressed each other.

“Yeah… I guess,” Lisa said hesitantly, transfixed on the images. One girl knelt in front of the guy and put his dick in her mouth while the other girl crawled under her friend and ate her. Lisa’s eyes grew wide.

Brenda came over and sat on the other side of Lisa. “This movie is guaranteed to get you wet,” she said.

“Um, okay,” was all Lisa said, sinking back into the couch nervously.

“You don’t mind if I turn the lights down, do you, Lisa?” I asked.

“No,” she said, never taking her eyes off the sex on the screen.

As the movie continued, the scene got hotter: the two girls were doing each other in a sixty-nine while the guy screwed the one on top from behind. The girl on the bottom licked her friend’s cunt and the guy’s balls at the same time. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before I saw Lisa move her hand down between her legs. I tried not to let her know I was watching but this was definitely promising. The hotter the movie made her the better our chances of getting her out of those little tight shorts.

Lisa reminded me of some girls we had fun with last summer. Brenda and I were both counselors at a girl’s camp in the mountains. One night we wound up looking after six twelve-year-olds while the rest of the kids went on an overnight camp-out. It started raining so the eight of us were stuck in one of the cabins.

The girls were all restless and horny, and the conversation quickly turned to sex. One of them had smuggled in a copy of Penthouse and started reading the letters out loud. One story was about two cheerleaders who took a shower together and wound up making love. This brought a lot of suggestive comments about what would happen if we all showered together.

I was getting really turned on and I told the girls I had to go pee. I motioned Brenda to follow me into the bathroom, and when we were alone, I suggested we sneak off to one of the other empty cabins and make love. To entice her, I put my hand down my jeans and slipped a finger into my already moist pussy. I offered it to her and she licked it clean, then told me that after what she saw earlier, we might have more fun staying with the other girls.

I asked her what she meant and she told me that two of the girls went outside on the porch to smoke a cigarette. After a few minutes, she went to the window to see what was taking them so long and she saw them kissing and making out. I immediately saw her point; my pussy moistened at the idea of eating something that young and sweet.

When we came out of the bathroom, the girls were still looking at the pictures in the magazine. Brenda pulled out a couple of joints and we all sat around and smoked them. Then someone suggested we play strip poker. To make it interesting, we decided that the loser of each hand had to let another girl remove the article of clothing.

Brenda lost the first hand on purpose to break the ice. She picked me and I pretended to be her boyfriend. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, seductively sliding it off her shoulders. Then I went behind her, reached around and playfully fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra. The girls called out for more and cheered me on. I pulled one side of her bra down and flashed them a nipple. This brought more cheers and applause.

I lost the next hand, so I stood up and made Brenda kneel in front of me and pull my jeans down. Like a guy shoving dollar bills in a stripper’s garter, Brenda stuck a few playing cards in the top of my panties and asked me what she got for her “money”. One of the cards was an ace, so I put it down the front of my panties and rubbed it on my wet pussy. I took it out and let her sniff. Then she passed it around and the girls all agreed I smelled sexy.

I lost another hand. Brenda removed my bra and teased my nipples until they were hard and stuck straight out. Then she hooked her fingers in the sides of my bikini panties and slowly pulled them down until my bare slit was showing. Just the week before we had started shaving each other’s pussies. When I sat back down, I spread my legs so everyone got a good view. It made me so wet knowing seven girls were looking at my pussy.

The effect of the grass was really kicking in now and everyone was acting silly and having fun. The comments were getting very sexual, bisexual to be exact. One of the girls lost the next hand. While her friend pulled the girl’s shorts off, Brenda announced that all this was making her so horny she didn’t care which one of us fucked her as long as it was soon.

Each time it was our turn to strip a piece of clothing off one of the girls, Brenda and I would “accidentally” touch them between their legs, brush their nipples or whisper something sexy in their ears. By the time we were all down to just panties, everyone was masturbating and the air was thick with the smell of wet pussies. Then a couple of the girls started French kissing and playing with each other.

One of the girls, a pretty redhead with pink lace panties, had been staring at my partially exposed pussy for the last few hands. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes; she was dying to fuck, and made it a point to let me see the wet spot between her legs. Acting like there was no one else in the room, she stood up and slipped her panties off. Then she came over and sat in my lap wrapping her legs around me. She held her panties up and asked me if I wanted to smell them. With our eyes locked on each other, I brought them to my nose, breathed deeply, and told her she smelled heavenly. We kissed passionately and she ran her hand down between my legs.

Brenda turned out the lights, and suddenly there were naked girls everywhere. I had never heard so much slurping and sucking and moaning in my life. In the dark, it didn’t matter who was with who; it was a girl/girl frenzy. My little redhead was so turned on, the first time I touched her clitoris, she screamed and climaxed.

I remember at one point having two girls sucking my nipples, one eating me, and one sitting on my face. It was so much fun showing them how to please each other. I lost count of how many times I came that night because the girl I slept with was having the first orgasms of her life and she was insatiable; we fucked for hours. When she finally fell asleep, I laid there for a long time with her in my arms listening to the erotic sounds of the other girls making sweet lesbian love.

The next morning, I awoke from a wonderful wet dream to find my little redhead back in my bed. She had her warm mouth on my breast and a finger in my pussy. I pulled her mouth to mine and she tasted delicious. She said good morning and asked if I was hungry. I told her I was starving and she giggled saying she had something for me to eat. Then she got up on her knees, straddled my face and lowered her adorable little pussy down on my mouth.

My little redhead still calls me once or twice a month to talk about that night. We always wind up having phone sex and masturbating together.

Thinking about how much fun I had with all that fresh girl-candy made my pussy ache as I sat next to Lisa and watched the porn flick. I was really turned on, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa rubbing herself.

“This is making me so hot,” Brenda said, standing up. We wore only T-shirts and panties and Brenda pulled her shirt over her head. She slipped her panties down and slid them off purposefully bending over so Lisa got a full view of her ass and delicious slit peeking between her legs. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers as she sat back down, this time right next to Lisa. God, she played dirty, I thought with a smile.

“What… what are you doing?” Lisa said. Her voice was more puzzled than alarmed as she looked at the naked girl beside her.

“I don’t know about you,” Brenda said, “but I’m so fucking horny.” She started to caress her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “Does this bother you?” she asked Lisa. “If it does, I can go in the bedroom and get myself off.”

“Well, n-no, I guess not.” Lisa wasn’t attempting to hide the fact that she was rubbing herself now, and Brenda’s beautiful, naked body so close to her only seemed to add to her arousal.

“I think you’ve got the right idea, Brenda,” I said and pulled my shirt off. Without standing up, I slipped my panties under my ass and down my legs. Then I tossed them at Brenda who held the crotch up to her nose.

“Smells like somebody wants to fuck,” she said, and playfully tossed them back at me.

Lisa was staring. “Are you guys always this…”

“Crazy?” Brenda said.

“Definitely.” I added.

“Sometimes we get so turned on,” Brenda said, “we do each other.”

Lisa’s eyes grew wide as she looked back and forth at our naked bodies. The timing was perfect as the movie changed to a girl-girl love scene. It was obvious I had picked the right tape; there were two beautiful, young girls French kissing. Lisa watched intently as they got into a sixty-nine and began licking one another.

“Don’t you just love having your pussy eaten like that?” I said as I looked at Lisa.

“I’ve never…” she said softly. “I mean, no one has…” her voice trailed away as her gaze shifted from us to the TV screen.

Her body must be on fire by now, I thought. Her hands were between her legs, her fingers fighting their way under the edge of her shorts. Brenda leaned over and whispered in Lisa’s ear, “That’ll be a lot more fun if you take your pants off.”

Without hesitating, Lisa wiggled out of her shorts and panties, and pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts, the size of ripe plums, looked delicious. When her fingers went back to work, I looked down at the most beautiful little hairless pussy. Lisa’s fingers moved in and out, her head back slightly, her breathing heavy. The sight made me light-headed. Brenda winked at me and I knew what she was thinking. In less than ten minutes we had managed to get Lisa to take her clothes off and masturbate in front of us. This was too easy.

Phase two of our seduction of Lisa was about to begin. So far, it had been each of us doing our own thing. Now it was time for group involvement.

When the movie ended, I stood up. “I feel like dancing,” I said and went over to the CD player. I put on a grinding rock song and moved back in front of the two naked girls. As the song started, I did my best slut dance; a lot of bending over and squatting down so Lisa could see what was between my legs. She stared at my crotch as I ran my hands up and down my body. Then I reached out and said, “Lisa, come dance with me.”

She gave Brenda a hesitant look and then turned back to me, not sure what to do. Brenda ran her hand up the inside of Lisa’s thigh lightly touching her pussy and whispered in her ear, “Let’s see how wet you two can make me.” I danced over and took Lisa by the hand. Pulling her off the couch, I brought her to the middle of the room and started dancing beside her.

She caught on quickly… and it was obvious she had a little slut in her too. Soon she was rubbing up against me, teasing me with her ass and sliding her hands seductively over her body and down between her legs. I could tell Brenda was thoroughly enjoying our little game. Lisa was definitely aroused; I could smell her pussy and it drove me crazy.

The song ended and a slow song started. Lisa took a step toward the couch as if she were going to sit down when I grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“Want to drive Brenda crazy?” I said. “Let see how sexy we can slow dance together.”

I turned her around so she faced my sister and pushed my crotch against her ass, pressing my tits into her back. Moving my pelvis in a slow, sexy rotation, I placed my hands on her hips and guided her in sync with me. Lisa quickly followed my lead and we moved over to dance just a few feet in front of Brenda.

My sister already had her legs spread and was masturbating. The music was perfect: slow and steamy. I felt Lisa reach behind and start rubbing my hips and thighs. She slid one hand down between my legs and touched my pussy while she used her other to stroke herself. Then she closed her eyes and let her head drift back to rest on my shoulder. I kissed her neck and ear, whispering how fantastic her body felt against me. “Do you like this?” I asked.

“I love it,” she answered, never opening her eyes. Her finger found my slit and I trembled at her touch. I lightly pulled her chin around and our lips met. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted wonderful! We kissed as I felt her finger slide easily into my wet hole. Then Lisa let out a heavy moan. I looked down to see Brenda on her knees, her head buried in the little girl’s crotch.

My hands went up and cupped Lisa’s breasts and I closed my mouth over hers exploring the inside with my tongue. It was all I could do to keep from falling, I was so aroused. Finally, I led her to the couch and laid on my back pulling her down on me. She kissed me passionately, her tongue in my mouth. I pulled her knees up spreading her open for my sister.

Brenda lay between my legs and sank her face into Lisa’s ass while she fingered me. I ran my hands all over Lisa’s body, trying to taste and touch as much of her as I could. I was dying to eat her but I let Brenda have the first taste. I could tell from their moans that both girls were really getting off. Lisa’s hips ground into me and her breathing became heavy. Suddenly she let out a gasp and her body stiffened. I continued kissing her face and neck as the orgasm washed over her.

She lay on me, breathless, covered in sweat, her eyes closed. “God, I never felt anything like that before,” she said after a few moments.

“Just the first of many, my sweet little lover,” I whispered to her. Brenda moved up and lay beside us, kissing me then Lisa. Our mouths were close and the three of us kissed together. I could taste Lisa’s juice on my sister’s mouth; it was intoxicating. I had to have Lisa or I was going to explode.

“Trade places, sweetheart,” I said to her. She moved over and let me up. As I worked my way down the couch, Brenda got up on her knees, straddling Lisa’s face. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Brenda’s legs, pulling my sister down to her eager mouth. At the same time, I lay between Lisa’s legs and spread her cunt with my fingers. Then I put my hands under her ass, pushed her legs up, and brought my mouth down on her.

The sensation of tasting this delicious twelve-year-old was almost more than I could take. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, trying to taste her pussy and lick her ass all at once. I raised up to see Brenda, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her fingers caressing her nipples in a deep sexual trance as Lisa moved her tongue in and out of my sister. Lisa was totally ours now, her body completely overcome with the forbidden pleasures of lesbian love. We climaxed together in a symphony of moans and cries.

Spent, the three of us lay on the couch, our bodies glistening, our faces and cunts wet. The room was filled with the smell of sex.

After resting for a few minutes, Brenda said, “I’m going for a hot shower. You guys want to join me?”

“Sounds nice,” Lisa said.

We each took her by the hand and headed up the stairs.

The End

Summer Love, Chapter 7

  • Posted on April 25, 2018 at 10:09 am

by callmeQ67

Once inside the bouncer could hardly believe her eyes. The scene was far beyond her wildest imaginings. The two gorgeous teens were each circled by women licking, stroking, and fondling their tender young flesh. It was the most depraved thing she’d ever witnessed, and she’d seen a thing or two in her day.

She instantly decided to get her own share of Courtney’s precocious thirteen-year-old body. Shoving a college-age girl out of the way, the tattooed bouncer paused to drink in the sight.

Courtney was naked but for her white knee socks. Her skin was damp with sweat, and her pubic hair was matted with saliva from dozens of mouths and her own slippery girl goo. As she recovered from yet another orgasm, her creamy breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath.

The bouncer noticed that even though the girl lay flat on her back, her firm young titties held their shape, pointing straight at the ceiling. In other words, she looked ravishing.

“You are a dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you?” The bouncer growled.

“No,” whimpered Courtney.

“We’ll see about that,” the bouncer said, and she picked up Courtney in her strong arms and carried her to one of the heavy oak trestle tables in the center of the room. The little brunette was utterly helpless as she was laid out amid the bottles and glasses and spilled beer.

The thickset bouncer dropped her jeans and straddled Courtney’s face, pressing her heavy thighs together. Cradling the little girl’s head in one of her meaty paws, she used two fingers of her other hand to spread open her shaved cunt lips. She had a gold ring in one of her labia.

“Eat me, little girl,” she said.

Meanwhile, Kristen arched her back as yet another shattering orgasm ripped through her slender body.

The college basketball player who’d just finished with her was exchanging high fives with her teammates.

“Please,” said Kristen, “no more. I can’t take it.”

The thin blonde teenager appeared spent. Hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her arms and legs hung limp.

“Don’t quit on me now, girl,” said Yolanda. “I need to get me some of that pretty little cootchie.”

When the little girl struggled, two of Yolanda’s teammates spread Kristen’s legs wide, while another held her arms stretched over her head. The big woman squeezed the young girl’s pussy lips together with her fingers, making her tiny clit pop out.

“Mmmmm,” she said. “That do look sweet.” Then she covered Kristen’s entire sex with her mouth, burrowing her tongue in the virgin channel, drawing out the juices from within.

“Oh, fuck,” sighed little blonde Kristen. “Oh my God… ”

Another of the black members of the team began to pinch Kristen’s fat pink nipples, making her squirm.

“Look at the size of these things,” she said.

She looked over at the table where Courtney was noisily licking the bouncer’s pierced cunt.

“Your friend seems to like eating pussy,” she said. “I think it’s your turn to show what you can do.”

She quickly climbed onto the bar and lowered her crotch to Kristen’s mouth.

Kristen had never seen a black woman’s pussy before. The outer lips were dark purple, almost black, but inside was bright pink. Not only that, the curled inner lips protruded a good inch. The smell was musky, enticing. As the other girls on the team cheered, Kristen spread the lips and began eating her first black pussy.

Waiflike blonde Kristen had eaten Courtney’s pussy for the first time less than a week before, and now here she was eating a total stranger as dozens of women and two bartenders watched, and, she loved it.

Her surrender was like throwing a switch. Suddenly everyone decided that they, too, wanted to be eaten by the cute teenagers.

Brooke had long since given up trying to maintain any sort of order.

The women crowded and jostled each other in their hurry to have Courtney and Kristen lick their gooey honey pots.

Brooke didn’t mind since most were handing her fifty, sixty, or even one hundred dollars for the privilege, and the locker room fund was growing faster than she had imagined possible.

Everyone there was affected by the sight of the two sexy teens gobbling pussy like there was no tomorrow.

When all the women who wanted the two teenagers to eat their pussies were finally through with them, a pair of women, both aging hippies, took pity and led the teenagers to the ladies’ room.

Courtney, for one, was shocked when she saw her face in the washroom mirror. Her chin, lips and cheeks were covered with drying girl cum.

“Oh, God,” she said. “What is wrong with me?” The collar around her neck spelled out exactly how she felt about herself at that moment. It’s true, she thought. I’m just a dirty fuck toy.

Kirsten cuddled her tearful friend, “Don’t cry, Courtney,” but when she saw her own reflection, she started to sob as well.

Their good Samaritans would have none of it. They dried the teenagers’ tears, helped them to wash their faces, and reapplied their makeup.

They told them they were both beautiful, and how much they had enjoyed watching them. They hugged and caressed them, and in spite of their noble intentions, the two older women were getting turned on.

“This will make you both feel better,” said one, lighting a joint.

Within a few minutes of walking into the toilet, Kristen and Courtney were each slouched in a toilet stall, smoking weed, while the two women knelt on the floor, taking turns eating their juicy cunts.

The teenagers finally emerged from the ladies room nearly half an hour later, dressed once again in their schoolgirl outfits, their hair brushed and makeup restored. They had both come at least twice, and they were both stoned for the first time in their lives.

Some of the women had left the bar during this interval, deciding they’d had enough debauchery for one night. While the bouncer was letting them out, she greeted two other women who had been waiting to get in. They quietly took seats in a dark corner. Oddly, they were both dressed in dark suits and fedoras, like 1930s gangsters.

Brooke was waiting for the two sexy teenagers, microphone in hand. Order had more or less been restored.

“Now that our two guests of honor have returned, looking much refreshed,” Brooke said, “it’s time for the second part of the evening’s entertainment. As promised, before this night is over Kristen and Courtney will be virgins no more.”

A cheer went up.

“In keeping with the purpose of this event,” Brooke went on, “we’re going to have another auction to raise more funds for the new locker room.” She looked out at her audience. “Can you guess what’s going to be on the auction block?”

“That’s right,” said Brooke, acknowledging the applause. “Up for auction is the privilege of deflowering our two young virgins. We’ll start with Kristen here. Kristen, climb up here and give everyone another look at you.”

Several women helped the child up onto the bar and none could resist touching and caressing her.

“Now then, ladies,” Brooke said, “you’ve have had a chance to sample Kristen’s charms, and you know how hot she is. And I’m sure many of you can confirm the fact that her, ah, maidenhead is still in one piece.”

Some of the women nodded at each other knowingly.

Brooke continued, “So what is it worth to take the virginity of this little blonde cutie? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We’ll start the bidding at one thousand dollars. If that’s too rich for your blood, pun intended, too fucking bad! The idea is to raise money for our alma mater, and if you don’t want to participate, you can still watch as the lucky high bidder makes a woman of our adorable little Kristen.”

Miss Jenkins, Kristen’s former fourth grade teacher, opened the bidding at $1500 but she didn’t stand a chance. On her teacher’s salary there was no way she could compete with lawyers, business executives, and the idle rich. Kristen’s virginity was finally sold to Melissa Grey, a physician who had once played for the Westchester College basketball team.

“As a pediatrician who specializes in gynecological issues, I’ve seen a lot of little girls’ hymens,” she said to crowd. “And I’ve always fantasized about ripping one open. This is a dream come true.”

“We have an assortment of toys available,” Brooke said.

“That won’t be necessary,” said Dr. Grey, who stood six feet tall. She held out her long, capable hands. “These will work just fine.”

She began by taking Kristen in her arms and kissing her tenderly. “I’m going to make this good for you,” Dr. Grey told her.

Kristen didn’t doubt her. The marijuana she’d smoked had given her a feeling of euphoria in which all her senses were heightened. When the doctor kissed and caressed her it seemed every touch went straight to her pussy. She trembled with desire as the doctor undressed her while everyone watched.

The sight of the lovely blonde girl’s body excited the crowd all over again.

Dr. Grey lifted Kristen in her arms and placed her gently on the bar.

“Give me your tongue,” she said, and when she sucked it Kristen felt such a wave of desire that she couldn’t help touching herself. The doctor kissed and nibbled on Kristen’s pointy little breasts, and the youngster moaned with need. Melissa Grey spread Kristen out with her legs wide apart and bent at the knee, almost as if she were on an exam table. The doctor explored her delicate labia, stroking the folds softly until they opened like a flower.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” said Dr. Grey.

“Oh… ” whimpered Kristen. “Oh, please… ”

Dr. Grey knew what the girl wanted and gave it to her. She quickly licked Kristen to a mind-blowing orgasm, then savored the juices that ran from within, investigating every part of the pretty blonde’s sex with her lips and tongue.

“You’re really good at that,” said Kristen, her voice dreamy.

“I’m a professional,” the doctor said, smiling at her. “Are you ready? You’re certainly wet enough.”

“I think so. I’m kinda scared.”

The little blonde girl spotted her best friend sitting nearby.

“Courtney?” she said. “Will you come and hold my hand?”

Some of the women had tears in their eyes as the two thirteen-year-olds held hands while Dr. Grey began to penetrate Kristen’s virgin fuckhole.

The physician held Kristen’s lips apart with one hand and slowly inserted her index finger. Kristen winced as her hymen stretched. When her finger was completely inside, Dr. Grey looked up.

“My fingers are plenty long enough,” she said. “But I’ll need more than one to do the job.” She sucked on two fingers, wetting them with saliva.

Dr. Grey slid two long fingers into Kristen’s hole until she met the thin membrane.

“You might feel a pinch,” she said in her best clinical voice. And then she rammed them in, shredding the little girl’s hymen.

Kristen yelped in pain, and Courtney squeezed her hand tighter.

Dr. Grey held up her bloody fingers as the crowd of women cheered. She licked the girl’s virgin blood from them and pushed them back in. She pulled them out a second time and offered them to Courtney, coated once more with the blood of her best friend.

“Mmmm,” moaned the little brunette after she sucked the doctor’s fingers. “That’s so fucking sexy, Kristen. You’re not a little girl anymore.”

The doctor put her fingers back inside the child’s tender fuck channel. “Does it still hurt?” she asked.

“A little…”

“It will feel better soon,” said Dr. Grey, as she slowly began to fuck Kristen with her fingers. She knew girls’ bodies intimately, and sought out the places where Kristen liked to be touched. She quickly found the child’s g-spot and massaged it, while thumbing her clit. Kristen thought she might swoon. She began to rock her hips in time to the doctor’s movements, faster and faster.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Kristen wailed. Her body began to spasm so violently that Courtney was afraid she might hurt herself. When she came, her body arched up from the bar like a bow drawn back to its limits. When she reached her peak, ejaculate gushed from her pussy soaking the doctor’s hand and splattering on the bar.

“Holy shit, you squirted!” said Courtney as she hugged her friend, who lay shuddering in a foetal position.

Brooke gave the two girls a few minutes to comfort each other before she announced that it was time for Courtney to take center stage. The bidding went even higher this time, with many women hoping to be the first inside the sexy teenager’s cunt. Courtney tried to feel excited, but a nagging sense of disappointment penetrated her drug-induced haze.

Where was Mrs. Lunsford?

The beautiful blonde socialite had still not appeared. Melinda had introduced Courtney to the delights of girl/girl sex. She was the first to touch the brunette teen’s breasts, the first to lick her pussy, and the first to show her how wonderful it could be to give pleasure to another woman. Courtney didn’t feel it was right to lose her virginity to anyone else.

As the auction progressed, several prominent women, including Brooke, drove the bidding higher. No one paid any attention to the two strangers in the corner. That is, until one of them effectively ended the bidding by making an offer that was more than a year’s salary for all but the wealthiest women in the room. Everyone stared as she approached the bar, the brim of her hat hiding her face.

Courtney was more than a little frightened. She was about to lose her virginity to some weirdo dressed like a man in an old movie. Maybe it was a man! One of the most important events in a girl’s life, and this was not how she’d imagined it.

“My sexy little fuck toy,” said the stranger. She took off the hat, letting her blonde hair spill over her shoulders.

“Mrs. Lunsford!” Courtney squealed. She threw her arms around Melinda and hugged her, tears of joy on her cheeks.

“Did you really think I’d let someone else fuck you first?” Melinda said.

Courtney didn’t answer, just pressed her face tight against her lover’s bosom. It reminded Melinda of the first time they’d met, when Courtney had cried on her boobs in the country club showers. She let the little girl exult in the moment before exerting her dominance once again.

“Strip,” she said, pushing Courtney away.

“But… ” said Courtney.

“Up there,” Melinda said, indicating the bar top. Courtney felt wounded by the coldness in her lover’s voice. Why treat her so cruelly when she had just spent a fortune for her virginity? Even so, she was going to be fucked by the woman she adored in front of a crowd of admiring women. Her cunt throbbed with need.

She noticed that her hands were shaking as she climbed up on the bar. More than ever, Courtney felt she had to make Melinda want her; to make every woman there want her. She needn’t have worried. Just standing there in her schoolgirl outfit had the women panting with lust. By the time she tossed the last of her clothes into the crowd, the roar was deafening.

Melinda was waiting, and several women helped Courtney down from the bar, taking the opportunity to touch her all over. As she walked through the throng dozens of hands fondled her hips, her round ass, her perfect breasts. Each touch sent sparks flickering down to her loins.

Her lover had removed her suit jacket but was still wearing the white shirt and dark trousers. A circle formed around Melinda and her still-virgin fuck toy. Melinda shoved Courtney roughly back onto a table. With every eye on her, Melinda unzipped her trousers. She reached in through the opening and pulled out a huge lifelike dildo. It stuck out obscenely like a fertility idol.

The women whooped and cheered, and Kristen noticed that even the two bartenders had come out from behind the bar to join the crowd. An attentive reader might have wondered why two healthy young men hadn’t yet joined in exploiting the teen hotties. The answer was simple: both of the men were gay. They were just not attracted to members of the opposite sex, which is why the pair was trusted to work this party. But even they were becoming aroused by the scene before them.

“Hold her,” Melinda said. At least two women held each of Courtney’s arms and legs, spreading her out wide. Lying back on the table, the girl’s cunt was at the perfect height for Melinda’s strap-on penis. “Kristen, make sure Courtney is ready.”

Kristen gladly ate her best friend’s juicy cunt as the onlookers cheered. Courtney squirmed in the grasp of all those hands. They held her securely, but couldn’t stop her hips from gyrating. She was soon moaning with pleasure. “Oh yeah, eat me! Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”

“Enough!” Melinda said, pulling Kristen roughly by the hair. “It’s time.” She lined up the head of the dildo with Courtney’s virgin vagina.

The other stranger in the corner rose from her seat and joined the circle of onlookers. No one noticed her at the fringe of the crowd – no one except Melinda, who locked eyes with her for a brief instant.

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Lunsford,” sighed Courtney as the head of the false penis slid between her fat cunt lips. “Fuck me. Go on, pop my cherry. I want you to.”

“Are you sure?” said Melinda. “Once it’s gone, you can never get it back.”

“Yes, please! Fuck me!” Courtney whimpered. “I’m yours, every bit of me. Fuck me and make me your bitch.”

Melinda looked around the circle of women. “You heard what she said, ladies. Should I give her my cock?”

The was a resounding cry of, “Yes!” from the women, and even from the two gay bartenders, who were getting more excited now that there was a dick involved, albeit a fake one.

Melinda thrust forward, and Courtney gasped as her hymen stretched. Her blonde lover gazed down into her adoring eyes. “Last chance, little girl.”

“Take me,” said Courtney, and Melinda did, shoving the thick dildo into the girl’s unexplored depths. The women cheered as Courtney cried out in pain.

“Stop! It’s too big!” squealed the teen, but Melinda paid no heed.

She thrust until the dildo bottomed out against Courtney’s cervix. The little girl’s adorable face was a picture of shock and pain. She struggled as if to escape but her arms and legs were still held firmly by the women.

Courtney was in agony as her tender young vagina stretched around the foreign invader.

“Please don’t,” she said. “It hurts.”

Melinda growled in triumph as the tears ran down her little fuck toy’s cheeks.

But as Courtney’s girlie secretions and virgin blood oozed into her channel, the big cock began to slide more easily. Even the women holding her to the table couldn’t have said exactly when the girl’s cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure, but it was pretty obvious when she began to move her hips to meet the thrusts of her older lover.

Courtney’s head thrashed from side to side as an orgasm wracked her small body.

The women rejoiced in her ultimate surrender. “Look at her!” They marveled. “She loves it!”

Numerous hands groped her thighs and breasts, and when someone kissed her lips, Courtney opened her eyes to find that it was Kristen. The girls smiled at each other and kissed deeply.

Melinda’s fake cock drove Courtney to another toe-curling orgasm.

“My work here is done,” Melinda said, pulling the dildo from Courtney’s still-bleeding pussy. “She’s all yours, ladies.”

“No!” Courtney said. “Please, Mrs. Lunsford, fuck me some more…” But Melinda was already walking away. The women surrounding the sexy thirteen-year-old fell on her like wolves on a wounded animal.

Miss Jenkins, Kristen’s former teacher, happened to be in the right place at the right time. She was on her knees between Courtney’s legs in seconds, licking up the young girl’s cum and virgin blood.

She was followed by at least a dozen more, each relishing her chance to taste the lovely young girl one more time. Courtney’s hymen was in tatters, but she was still only thirteen and she was still delicious.

Even Kristen took a turn. She couldn’t resist her best friend’s cunt, sloppy as it was with girl cum and saliva. Sweet Kristen was gratified that she was able to make Courtney reach orgasm again, even as she trembled with exhaustion.

A few of the women got up on the table and rubbed their wet pussies on Courtney’s face. The little brunette was helpless to stop them even if she had wanted to, pinned as she was by numerous hands.

Finally the women had all taken a turn with little Courtney, all except one. The mysterious woman in the dark suit and fedora knelt between the young girl’s sticky legs and removed her hat. Kristen’s mouth fell open in shock.

“At last, it’s my turn,” she said.

Courtney knew the voice instantly, of course. But no! It couldn’t be! Not here! Not now!She raised her head and pushed a sweaty lock of hair out of her eyes.

“Mom?” she said.

The end

Play Date

  • Posted on April 15, 2018 at 10:00 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: This initiates a new series of stories to appear at Juicy Secrets: items from my rather largish library of lesbian fiction that come from… well, I know not where. I compiled thousands of stories before realizing the wisdom of noting A) the author’s name, and B) the website from whence it came. Foolish, I know. Many of these are works that I tweaked somewhat — fixing errors, editing out unwanted male sex partners, or expanding the text — which usually meant adding more sex.

Some of these are simply too good to keep hidden away… so the idea will be to post the story, while encouraging anyone who knows the original (or even better, happened to write the original in the first place) to contact us. In most cases, if the author is willing, we’ll be happy to post the authentic story — and in all cases, we will immediately take ours down if the author so desires. 

Thanks, and enjoy! 

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Sarah had such an incredibly sexy ass that I couldn’t keep myself from stealing glances at it. She wore a thin, lavender muslin skirt and a halter top. Sunlight spilled through the window where she stood, making her long brown hair seem nearly golden. The shape of her body was obvious through her clothes.

I leaned back into the couch, sipping Chardonnay and trying to stay calm. I wanted to play this cool, to figure out how she felt about love between women before I tried anything, but she kept her house chilly, and I could feel my nipples getting hard beneath my dress. I supposed there was no way I could hide that. I just sort of grinned. If I was very lucky, it would turn her on.

She turned back to me and smiled. “Well, the girls seem to be getting along fine,” she said.

I was here on the pretext of a play date for our daughters, who were now in the backyard. They had ballet class together, where I had met Sarah. She was the most attractive of the other mothers, single, and about my age. I had heard through the grapevine that she’d had a bad breakup with the father, and wasn’t dating right now. Perhaps she had given up on men. I could only hope…

She came back, sat down opposite me, and poured herself some more wine.

“You have a lovely house,” I said.

“Thanks.”

She took a sip and leaned back, gazing at me. She seemed very comfortable. I wasn’t. I felt my cheeks start to redden from her attention.

Sarah just kept scrutinizing me. She had the loveliest soft brown eyes, too.

I had never been the aggressive sort, preferring to play things out slowly with a potential lover. To be honest, I had always been a bit awkward at this. Plus, I reminded myself, our daughters are just outside. So I sat there, excited but flustered. It took all of my willpower to refrain from touching myself.

All that being said, I suspected that it was obvious how I felt about Sarah.

Summoning my courage, I smiled at her, looking into her eyes. Then I let my gaze drift down, over her chest. Her breasts were nice and shapely. She wore no bra, and her halter left plenty exposed. She had a nice flat tummy, with a bit of definition to her abs. Her legs were lean and athletic, and lightly tanned. She had kicked off her shoes earlier, when we arrived. Her feet seemed delicate, compared to the rest of her. They were nestled in the plush white carpet.

She parted her legs a bit and gave me a knowing smile. I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t any intention of doing anything with Sarah today, not with my little girl there. I just wanted to get to know her, to find out if she was interested.

It was pretty clear that she was.

The girls came in laughing and holding hands. Kelsey, my daughter, was ten. She was wearing a little blue jumper dress and had her black hair up in curls. I thought she looked perfectly adorable, even if her knees and elbows were dirty from playing outside.

Ashley, Sarah’s daughter, was eleven. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She had her mother’s brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, and a cute elfin face. She stood a few inches taller than Kelsey, and was dragging her along into the house. Both girls were glistening in the shaft of sunlight that spilled through the open door.

“Mom,” Ashley blurted out, “We’re thirsty. Can we get some lemonade?”

I straightened up and tried to seem relaxed, not wanting the girls to see me in such an obvious state of arousal. Sarah seemed to have no such qualms, though. She sat just as she was, legs parted, a hungry look in her eyes.

“Sure,” she responded.

The girls went to skip past us toward the kitchen when Sarah stopped them.

“Sweetie…” she said, “You’re forgetting the kiss tax.”

Ashley giggled. “Sorry, Mom.”

“In our house, we have a kiss tax,” she said to me. Every time you go into the kitchen for a drink or snacks while someone is sitting here in the living room, you have to pay a forfeit of one kiss.”

Ashley went up to her mother, leaned in and and hugged her. Then she looked over at me a bit warily, as if deciding something. She planted a cute little kiss on Sarah’s cheek.

“And Kelsey, I know you’re a guest here, but you have to pay the kiss tax too.”

She beckoned Kelsey to come to her. It was all a bit weird, but I did nothing to stop it. Kelsey had always been an affectionate girl, and loved to give and receive hugs. It was just a bit disturbing to see my little girl embrace a woman I was longing to fuck.

Sarah took Kelsey up into her arms, giving her a big hug. “You’re such a pretty little girl,” she said, “Simply delightful.”

Kelsey had a great big smile on her face as she hugged Sarah back. They kissed each other on the cheek.

“Mmmmm,” Sarah cooed. She gave Kelsey a little pat on her bottom, then looked over at me and gave me a big smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but said nothing.

As for Sarah’s daughter Ashley, she just stood there, studying me.

“All right, girls,” Sarah then said, “you have to pay Audrey the kiss tax, too.”

The girls approached me. Kelsey was closer, and got there first. She crawled into my lap and embraced me. I felt my heart race with a sudden excitement — perhaps because I’d been thinking about sex all afternoon, and was so aroused that even hugging my little girl was enough to intensify the heat between my legs. I was on fire, my heart singing with adoration for my little girl as we kissed each other warmly on the cheek.

I caressed her softly, my sweet little daughter with her dark curls. Her slender body, covered by a soft cotton jumper, pressed against mine. Something lurid passed through my consciousness, a sudden impulse to kiss her on the mouth. I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten. My body hungered for love like it never had before and I was quaking with the need for release, but I couldn’t let Kelsey see that.

Then Kelsey drew away, and Ashley lightly touched my arm, as if she was waiting for permission to kiss me. She had her mother’s soft brown eyes, and I could feel myself falling into them.

I took the sweet nymph into my arms and hugged her. How could I not?

She embraced me warmly, tenderly. I felt my hard nipples brushing against her body through the dress I wore.

I let out an involuntary little sigh, my eyes drifting shut. It isn’t wrong to hug and kiss little girls, I reminded myself. That I’m turned on right now, holding Ashley… just a coincidence. It’s her mother I want. Only her.

I felt Ashley’s lips brush against my cheek, then again. Angel-soft little kisses. They were luscious. Then they strayed to my mouth!

It was a tiny kiss, then another — brief, barely even a touch. My eyes flickered open. She sat back looking at me, deciding. Then she kissed me again. I let her. My lips parted, just a bit.

I was kissing a little girl on the mouth. In front of her mother. In front of my daughter.

“Okay, you’re all paid up, honey,” Sarah said, just in time to keep me from bringing my tongue into play. “You girls go on and enjoy your lemonade.”

Ashley drew away from me. I glanced over at Kelsey, not knowing how she might have reacted to seeing me kiss her new friend that way. She seemed a little puzzled, but nothing more. Then Ashley seized her hand, leading Kelsey into the kitchen.

“M-my God,” I whispered, once they’d left the room.

Sarah smiled at me. “That was a bit much for you, huh?” she said.

“Look, I’m so sorry. I don’t ever act like that.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m very open with Ashley about love and sex. She obviously figured out that you like me, and was just playing with you.”

I gaped at her, my heart suddenly racing.

“You do like me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Oh God, yes,” I blurted out.

She smiled hugely. “I like you too. Very much, I think. Why don’t we send the girls up to Ashley’s room and we can go to mine. My daughter knows not to disturb me there. Will Kelsey be all right?”

I began to speak, hesitated. “She doesn’t know about my, um… liking women.”

Sarah gave me a thoughtful smile. “Perhaps it’s time she found out.”

This was not how I had planned things. Sarah got up and walked to the kitchen, and I stared at her legs and ass as she passed. Almost involuntarily, I reached up to lightly brush one of my nipples. It felt divine. There was a rising dampness between my legs.

I nodded to myself. Yes. It was time that Kelsey found out about me. Finally.

Taking a deep breath, I followed Sarah into the kitchen. The girls were fumbling with a big pitcher of lemonade, evidently pouring their second glasses.

When I entered, Sarah reached for my hand. “Girls,” she said, “Audrey and I want to be alone for awhile. Do you think you could both go upstairs to play, and not come out until we call?”

The girls looked at us. Ashley seemed to understand exactly what was going on. She smiled and said, “All right, Mom. Have fun.”

Kelsey looked confused, though, so I went to her.

“Sweetie,” I said, “Sarah and I are becoming more than just friends. Do you understand that?”

“Uh… I’m not sure.”

“I have a lot of warm feelings for her. Adult feelings. She and I want to be together alone, to… explore those feelings.”

“Like you both are girlfriends?” she asked.

“Sort of, sweetie, yes.”

“They’re just gonna get all lovey-dovey and kissy,” Ashley giggled. “C’mon, let’s go to my room and play.” She grabbed Kelsey by the hand and pulled her away, leading her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. Kelsey looked back at me, still puzzled.

“She’ll be fine,” Sarah said, wrapping her arm around my waist. She leaned into me. I felt her breast press against my arm. My body responded.

The girls disappeared up the stairs. Then I heard them both giggle.

“See, they’re perfectly okay,” Sarah said. She kissed my cheek gently.

I stopped worrying about Kelsey, turned to my new friend and returned her kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I moaned in delight, melting into her embrace.

We kissed hungrily for a minute or so, then Sarah gently drew away. “Come with me,” she murmured.

I followed her up the stairs, my hand on her ass most of the way. We passed a door that said KEEP OUT in big magenta letters. I heard the girls chattering and laughing on the other side as we continued down the hall to the door at the end. Sarah led me inside, then shut the door firmly before shoving me against it. I gasped in a mixture of surprise and sexual heat.

She kissed me hotly, probing with her tongue. I fondled her ass, the thin fabric of her skirt and panties offering little resistance to my exploring fingers. I pressed between her legs, feeling the back of her skirt grow damp to the touch. She moaned, grinding her pelvis into mine. I allowed my fingers to drift upward, to where her asshole should be, and pressed between her cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered. I was touching her through two layers of fabric, but I could tell I was in the right place. “So you’re into that.”

“College left me with two worthwhile things,” I said. “Kelsey, and my taste for women’s asses.”

“Ooooh,” she moaned, gripping me tightly, her eyes wide as I fingered Sarah’s anus through her clothes.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmmmm, It feels fucking great. D-don’t stop.”

I smiled. I began to feel relaxed, in control. Everything had been so weird, awkward, and nervous so far, but now I had her ass, and she loved it.

I positioned her on the bed, up on all fours, then unfastened her skirt, dropping it to the floor. Her panties were a sheer lilac floral print, so pretty that they literally made my pussy tingle. I bent to give her a few gentle kisses through the fabric, then the panties came off, too.

Her ass was like a dream… like a juicy pink peach, full and fleshy, jiggling deliciously when I gave her a light smack.

Kneeling behind Sarah, I parted her cheeks with both hands. Her rosebud was tiny and smooth, her pussy was and delicate, with swollen labia. I leaned in and licked both with one stroke of the tongue. She moaned. I moaned. Her taste was heavenly.

I licked her anus again, trailing my tongue through the puckered cleft, then gave it a wet, sucking kiss. I felt her whole body tense up. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

I pressed in my tongue, hard, and reached the fleshy inner parts of her asshole. It tasted metallic, and slightly sweet.

“Mmmm… your ass tastes great!” I exclaimed, raising my head. Then, parting her cheeks as widely as possible, I pushed my tongue into her rectum, fucking it in and out. By now, my cunt was throbbing like a idling engine, so I pulled up my dress and groped myself while I ate her ass.

“Holy fuck,” she said, “No one has ever done this to me before…”

“Really?” I asked, breathing heavily, still nuzzling her crack, “I got the impression you were pretty experienced.”

“I am! But this… this is some wild kinky shit.”

“But do you like it?” I cooed.

She twisted her head around, flashing me a bad-girl smile. “I fucking love it,” she gasped.

I grinned back. “Cool. Then you can do it to me.”

I gave her pussy and ass one more wet lick… and when Sarah rolled over and onto her back, I climbed on top of her, then crushed my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss.

She moaned as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, then broke away, eyes wild, panting for breath.

“Do you like how you taste?” I asked.

“Mmmyeah… it’s yummy,” she sighed.

“Good. Now lick me that way,” I said.

I’ve spent most of my life as a shy and awkward woman. But whenever I get past that shyness… well, let’s just say I let myself go completely.

Sarah had a big smile on her face. It made me hot. Clearly, she was ready to play my game.

I got on all fours and she knelt behind me. I felt her lift the hem of my dress and stroke my ass through the silk lingerie I wore. I was biting my lip, trembling in anticipation as she slowly slid my panties down. Then… nothing. I turned a bit and looked at her. Sitting back on her haunches, she removed her halter top and tossed it aside. Her breasts were lovely and round, with plump pink nipples. They had a nice natural sag to them that looked very motherly.

She fed her beautiful little girl from those, I thought… and suddenly I had a vision of her eleven-year-old daughter, curled in her mommy’s lap and nursing from Sarah’s breasts. Damn, I told myself, why can’t I stop thinking about Ashley?

I pushed that thought out of my mind. I didn’t want to go there. I arched my butt a bit further into the air, waiting for Sarah to pleasure me.

My skirt had fallen back down, and she pressed her hand tightly against my aching mound. I moaned. It felt so fucking good, but I wanted her to rim me.

“Lick my ass, damn it,” I moaned.

She kept caressing my pussy.

Oh, my fucking God… she had seen right through me! It was our first time together, but she just naturally understood that I was more of a sub than I seemed.

“Please, Sarah… please eat my ass,” I gasped.

Sarah took her hand away from my cunt and lifted my dress again, but she still didn’t give my anus the attention it craved. Instead, she began kissing my thighs and lightly caressing my bottom. Feather-light touches, not the frenzied assault I craved.

She was making me wait. I was building up like a seismic rumble about to turn into a fucking earthquake, and she was teasing me.

I knew, at that moment, that she was the perfect lover for me.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Oh, please, Sarah.”

“What do you want me to do-ooo?” she crooned.

“Rim me, lick my asshole.”

“Are you a dirty little slut?”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Sarah’s voice turned hard, insistent. “Then say it. Don’t make me drag it out of you.”

“I… I’m a dirty little slut.”

“Yes you are…”

I closed my eyes, trying to relax, but my heart was running like sixty. This was turning out even better than I could have imagined.

Her tongue! There, it was slipping through my crack. I shuddered and moaned, reaching back with one hand to spread my cheeks apart. “Oh, yes,” I whispered breathlessly, “yes!”

I felt a line of warm wetness gliding up and down between my buttocks, heard the sound of slurping and kissing. Wanting to bare myself completely for Sarah, I fumbled for the clasp of my skirt, unfastened it and cast it aside.

Now we were both naked but for our socks. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable, the most secret parts of me hers to use as she pleased.

“Should I put a finger in?” she asked.

“If you want,” I gasped out. “My ass b-belongs to you, lover.”

There was a pleased note in her voice. “How many?”

I wanted her to ravage me, tear me apart. “As many as you can.”

It must have been three. They felt enormous, stretching my rectum. There was pain, but it was glorious. I let out a long, hoarse moan. She pumped her fingers in and out, and I rocked my hips with the motion. I was going to come very soon.

Then I heard Kelsey’s voice cry out. The air conditioner had stopped, and the sound must have carried through the vent.

“What was that?” I panted, pulling away, feeling her fingers withdraw from me.

“It’s just the girls playing,” she said.

I’d been so close to coming, God damn it — but I was a mother first.

I stood, reaching for my skirt. “I’m going to check on them.” My legs were wobbly. I tried to breathe normally, but really couldn’t.

“Wait,” she said, “Don’t go. I still have a nanny cam installed. We can check from here without disturbing them.”

She reached for a remote, turning on the TV. She clicked through some complex menus, then an image of Ashley’s room popped up, and our two girls were there.

I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw, and the sight nearly flattened me. Ashley was licking my daughter’s slit.

They were on Ashley’s bed. Kelsey was on her back, the hem of her dress pushed up around her waist. Ashley was lying prone between her legs, naked except for a pair of sheer pink panties. The image was a bit grainy, but I could see her fingers spreading Kelsey open, her tongue flicking in and out of my daughter’s vagina.

“I can get sound, too,” Sarah said, flatly. She fumbled with the remote a bit, and suddenly I heard the sound of Kelsey’s moans.

I could have reacted in many different ways. I could have shrieked, horrified. I could have cried, devastated, broken. I could have been overcome by the beauty of the two girls. I could have felt tenderness, and love.

Kelsey’s face was rapt with pleasure. She let out a long moan and stroked Ashley’s hair.

I sat down heavily on the side of Sarah’s bed and watched as my little girl experienced lesbian sex. Is it her first time? I wondered. It must be.

Sarah sat beside me and put her arm around me. She whispered, “Are you okay?”

My head was spinning, my body numb… but somehow I found the strength to reply. “Um… give me a minute to figure that out.”

“Oh, wow, that feels good!” It was Kelsey’s voice, ringing out over the speaker. She sure didn’t sound like a ten year old.

Sarah stroked me gently and kissed my cheek. “It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” she cooed.

Suddenly I knew that Sarah was right. It was beautiful. I brushed my nipples with trembling fingers, feeling my arousal grow. Ashley’s pert bottom, concealed by those little pink panties, was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen. The way her butt squirmed and gyrated was downright hypnotic.

“Ashley’s a dirty little girl, isn’t she?” I said. “God, she’s… she’s fucking my daughter.”

Sarah smiled. “And if things work out the way they should, Kelsey will be fucking her.”

What could I do? I sat and watched as Kelsey’s pleasure grew. Her face was angelic. I so dearly loved her… how could I deny my little girl this happiness?

I turned and gave Sarah a deep kiss. “In answer to your question…” I took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m fine with this. You’re right — they are beautiful together.”

“Good,” Sarah said, “Let’s go tell them, then. Let’s tell them they are beautiful and that we love them, and we’re happy that they’ve found one another.”

I frowned. “Shouldn’t we, um… wait until they finish?”

Sarah just smiled and took my hand. “Come,” she said, leading me toward the door.

“Aren’t we going to put our clothes on?” I gasped.

She shook her head. “Let’s be completely open with the girls,” she replied. “I want them to know about you and me.” She laughed. “After all… aren’t they lovers too?”

Heart racing, I followed her into the hall. Good grief, what was I getting myself into?

We went up to the door with the magenta KEEP OUT sign. She knocked lightly, then said, “Girls, we’re coming in.”

She opened the door and we entered. They were still in bed, but Kelsey had scrambled away from her little lover and was pressing her dress down. Ashley had rolled over and was smiling at us, her mouth wet from my daughter’s sex.

“Hi, Mommy. Hi, Audrey,” she said, “Kelsey’s pussy tastes great.”

My daughter looked as if she was about to burst into tears. “It’s okay, honey,” I hastened to assure her. “You aren’t in any kind of trouble, I promise.”

Sarah sat down next to Kelsey and put an arm around her shoulders, her bare breasts inches from my daughter’s face.

“Kelsey, dear,” she said, “Your mother and I know what you were doing, and it’s okay. We think it’s a wonderful thing that you and Ashley are so close. Right, Audrey?”

I nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with two girls making each other feel good, hon. It’s a loving, beautiful thing.”

“I told you it would be fine,” Ashley chirped, giving Kelsey a knowing grin. “Mommy and Audrey were doing the same stuff anyway. That’s why they don’t have any clothes on, see?”

I looked at Kelsey. She was blushing furiously, but had relaxed a bit. “Did it feel good, dear, having Ashley lick you?” I asked, figuring that the best way to prove I wasn’t upset was to ask her about it.

Suddenly she smiled bashfully, nodding her head. “Oh yes, Mommy. It felt really nice.”

Kelsey almost never called me ‘Mommy’ anymore. It was sweet that she’d choose to do so at a time like this. The pleasure she had just enjoyed made my little girl so incredibly beautiful that it warmed my heart to look at her.

“You two can keep making love,” Sarah said, “Don’t let us stop you. We’d like to watch.”

Eyes flashing excitedly, Ashley rolled back over between Kelsey’s legs and started to lift her skirt. Sarah was still sitting next to my daughter with a comforting arm around her.

Kelsey gave me a quizzical look, still feeling a bit confused about all of this.

“It’s fine, Kelsey,” I said, “Go ahead… let Ashley make love to you.”

Sarah stared at me, a question in her eyes. I understood her perfectly, just as she’d understood me before. As soon as she had led me to Ashley’s room I had known what might happen.

Now, without speaking a word, my new lover was asking, Shall we join our daughters?

I think my decision had already been made the instant I’d seen Ashley’s flawless ass on the video. I had to have her. Gazing at Sarah, I gave her the slightest of nods.

With a smile, she turned to my daughter, whose eyes were glazing over with pleasure as Ashley nuzzled her inner thighs. “Oh, Kelsey,” Sarah murmured, “You’re such a beautiful little girl. Let’s get you out of that dress, okay?”

Kelsey looked at me again.

“It’s all right, sweetie. If you want to, go ahead. You don’t need my permission for everything.”

Sarah sat Kelsey up and helped her pull off her jumper and blouse. I stared, utterly enthralled at the sight of my naked daughter. She had no breasts to speak of, but her nipples were small, pink, and a bit swollen.

Sarah leaned closer and lightly kissed my little girl on the mouth, then her tongue emerged to lick at Kelsey’s lower lip. My daughter was startled for an instant, but when Sarah kissed her again, she was ready. Her lips parted to receive Sarah’s tongue… then, a few heartbeats later, she began to return my lover’s kiss. Ashley watched eagerly as her mother seduced my child.

Breaking away, Sarah bent down to lick at Kelsey’s nipple, circling the erect nubbin with the tip of her tongue. I heard my daughter giggle, then gasp.

Lifting her head, Sarah gave my child a loving smile, then gently laid her back on the bed. Ashley immediately crawled between Kelsey’s legs and began to lick her again. Kelsey’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned softly.

Sarah curled up next to her, offering her bare breast to my daughter. With a bashful smile, Kelsey took my lover’s nipple between her lips and began to suckle. Sarah cooed gently and stroked my daughter’s face.

My God my God my God… she’s making love to my little girl! How can I allow this to happen?

Then my eyes shifted to Ashley, kneeling before my daughter, mouth glued to her bare slit. My heart began to throb at the sight of her outthrust ass, the dark cleft barely visible through her panties.

Then my eyes met Sarah’s. She looked at me — then at her daughter. She smiled and gave a gentle nod.

I actually licked my lips. It was my turn to play. My lover had just offered me the use of her eleven-year-old girl — a gift I was all too eager to accept.

There wasn’t enough room for all four of us on the bed, so I squatted next to it, leaning in to fondle Ashley’s little-girl bottom through her yellow cotton panties.

“I really like your butt, Ashley,” I murmured. “May I kiss it?”

“Um, sure,” she said, between licks of my Kelsey’s slit.

I kissed her through those thin, sheer panties, on her cheeks. Then my kisses traveled down to the bare cream-colored skin of her thighs before moving back up to her crack. I nuzzled my face into the dark cleft, breathing deeply, filling my lungs with the smell of the little girl’s ass. The girls hadn’t showered since their games outside, and her scent was sweet with a delicate musk. Not like a woman. More subtle.

“I’m going to take your panties off, honey,” I murmured.

She wriggled her hips in a very enticing way as I pulled her underpants down, leaving them dangling from an ankle. Her bare bottom was white, a bit plump, and utterly beautiful. I was smitten.

I reached out with both hands and spread her cheeks. Her asshole was tiny, a little pink jewel; round, lovely, perfect. I leaned in and gave it a gentle kiss. I heard her gasp. I licked it, running my tongue from her pussy up to her anus, through her butt crack, then back to her pussy.

“Mommy, she’s licking my butthole,” she moaned out.

“She likes to do that,” Sarah said, “Does it feel good?”

“It’s all… all tickly.”

I licked her some more, pressing in my tongue, not deeply. She was too tight for oral penetration, but it was lovely just to taste the smooth, slippery cleft of her anus. God, I loved rimming a woman — and now I knew that a little girl’s ass was even nicer.

“Ashley, your bottom tastes so good,” I moaned, raising my face from her crack.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah. Really.”

“Oooohh, that feels nice. You can keep licking me that way, if you like it.”

I liked it. I went in for more. She pushed her rump up, getting up on her knees, her face still nestled between Kelsey, thighs. I licked,  kissed and sucked at Ashley’s holes, alternating between her anus and her slit. My lips and chin were coated in the little girl’s fluids.

Kelsey began to moan loudly. I glanced up and saw my daughter’s face, rapt with pleasure as she drew closer and closer to sexual release. Has she ever come before? I wondered. With a loving smile, Sarah bent down to lick at my daughter’s nipples. I paused in my rimming of Ashley, allowing the child to give her full attention to Kelsey. Instead, I gently kissed the soft globes of her buttocks while she made love to my little girl.

Suddenly a squeal issued from Kelsey’s lips as she came. Her eyes clamped tightly shut, her mouth gaped wide. She let out a long, frantic moan, her body gone rigid for an instant. Then she bucked her hips, making Ashley grab her tightly so as not to be dislodged. Then she kicked out her legs, one of Kelsey’s feet hitting my head, not too hard. It was an incredible sight, my daughter lost in the rapture of orgasm.

Then a warm wave of pleasure surged through me, without warning. It wasn’t a climax. Perhaps it was just love, some kind of deep feeling for this beautiful crazy thing that was happening between mothers and their daughters.

When my eyes fluttered open, Kelsey was laughing in utter joy. “Oh Ashley! That felt so good. Oh my God, that felt so good. Thank you.” She gazed up shyly at Sarah, kneeling on the floor next to where she lay. “Thanks, Ms. Kinney. I liked kissing you.”

“I liked it too, honey,” Sarah whispered. “You have a sweet little mouth…” Her lips claimed Kelsey’s once more, and I felt a delicious shiver as my daughter’s tongue emerged to play with Sarah’s.

Ashley’s pert little bottom was still angled toward me, so I returned to her pussy for more. She’d gotten really wet while Kelsey came, and I began to feast on her warm honey, swallowing it down. I felt her squirm beneath me. She moaned. I licked deeper, pushing my tongue into her vagina, far as it could go.

Then Kelsey’s face was next to mine. She kissed my cheek.

“Mommy,” she sighed happily, “I want to lick Ashley now.”

“Oh, but honey — I’m enjoying this so much.”

“I know, Mommy, but she just did it to me. And she’s my girlfriend, right?”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I relinquished that sweet ass to my daughter. Ashley slid up the bed to give Kelsey room, but remained on all fours.

“Would you lick my butthole, like your mom did?” Ashley asked, twisting around to peer at Kelsey.

“I… I guess,” Kelsey said, looking at me again.

I smiled. “You can if you want to, honey.”

She did. She ran her tongue up along Ashley’s pussy, then licked at her little friend’s ass crack.

“That’s it — lick her bottom, sweetie,” I said. “Make love to her.”

“Mmmmm,” the girls cooed, both of them.

I glanced up at Sarah, who was sitting back against the wall, seemingly content to finger her pussy and watch my little girl rim her daughter.

“It appears that you’ve lost your sweet young ass,” she said.

“I guess so,”

“But,” she went on, “There is still one sweet young ass available to you. A luscious little bottom that you haven’t ever tasted.” She glanced at Kelsey’s butt and smiled.

It had to come to this, of course. I’d already passed over the barrier of what was permitted, what was forbidden. This was but one more small step.

I stared at my little girl’s pert rump — the pale skin, the delicately contoured globes, the dark pink crease nestled between her soft buttocks, the tender rosebud — and my mouth watered.

I returned to my previous position and began to gently kiss my daughter’s ass.

Kelsey raised her face from Ashley’s bottom and looked at me, astonished.

“Mommy?” she asked. Just that one word, in a tiny voice. Her eyes were filled with wonder.

“May I lick you, my love?” I asked.

A radiant smile appeared on her face. “Oh yes, Mommy, please lick me.”

She really said that. Exactly those words.

I closed my eyes and felt another intense wave of feeling pass over me. If I had touched my pussy at that moment, even the slightest caress… I think I would have died.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I felt Sarah watching me, waiting. Kelsey returned to her task, making Ashley moan and squirm. I gave Sarah a long deep look, seeing in her eyes what a major line I was about to cross.

Then I did it. I ate my daughter’s ass. I delved in and licked, probed, tasted. Eager for more, I allowed my tongue to drift down to her bare slit and began to explore. I felt her young, sweet body moan and squirm as I went down on my little girl, twisting around so that my head was resting on the bed, drawing her cunt down to my mouth. She tasted so good. I was in heaven.

I could hear Kelsey getting into licking Ashley, humming happily as she learned to love the taste of another girl. I continued to please my daughter with lips and tongue, her honey coating my mouth.

Suddenly I heard Ashley cry out, coming hard as my little girl brought her off. I felt so proud, knowing that Kelsey had learned to make love. Kelsey came again as I ate her, going rigid above me, calling out, “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy!” Finally she went limp, and I sat up, easing my flushed, dazed daughter onto her back.

Gazing adoringly at me, she cooed, “Mommy, thank you. I love you so much.”

And I loved her. I just started laughing at the wonder of it all, at the incredible thing I’d just done.

Then Sarah said, “Good job, girls. Now, I think it is time to make Audrey feel good.”

“What about you, Mommy?” Ashley asked, “When do you get to come?”

“I’ll get my turn, sweetie. Don’t worry about me. I want to watch you two make love to her.”

Trembling inside, I stood as the girls came close and began to touch me, their little hands caressing my bottom and breasts. Then their mouths were on my nipples, suckling them to aching stiffness. Two little girls, lovely and wonderful, peering up at me as they nursed.

“Oh, my,” I whimpered, my hands gliding over their nude bodies.

“Who wants to lick her butthole?” Sarah asked.

“Me!” Kelsey responded. “I want to. I love Mommy’s bottom…”

No parent could have been prouder of their child than I was right then of my daughter, so unselfishly eager to pleasure her mother.

“Okay, Kelsey, you kneel behind your mother and lick her ass. Ashley, get underneath and eat her pussy. All right, go!”

I squatted down to Ashley’s face, opening myself for her. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt little tongues entering me. I came within seconds. I went rigid. I shuddered. My legs gave out and I collapsed. I guess Sarah had predicted that, because she was there in time and caught me. I didn’t crush our little angels.

Then Sarah took me over to the bed. I was still overcome. My eyes were open, I think, but my mind was swirling. She tossed me face down, spread me open, and then slid three fingers in my ass, right where we had left off before.

There was a sharp pain, but it felt lovely. Her fingers, pumping me. I groaned and buried my face in the sheets. I came again hard, jerking this way and that.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned out.

“Oh, Mommy, that looks great.” I saw Kelsey’s sweet face enter my field of view. She kissed my mouth, passionately, her tongue seeking mine. I was too gone to return the kiss, though — just lying there, spent, exhausted.

“Let’s make her come once more,” I heard Sarah say.

I tried to mumble that I couldn’t. I feared it would kill me, if it happened at all. No words came from my mouth, however.

I felt fingers pumping my pussy. I felt a tongue in the crack of my ass that must have been Ashley’s. Kelsey lay in my arms, kissing me like a lover.

Then I heard a buzzing sound. Sarah must have had a vibrator stashed nearby, although I don’t know where. It pressed against my clit sending shocks of sensation up my body. I can’t call it pleasure, exactly. I was past pleasure and pain, at the level of primal desire.

Another orgasm, or something like one. I couldn’t form thoughts anymore. My body just reacted. I was an animal, a simple creature of need. I was the earth, a stone, the river, the fire. I went completely away.

Except I still saw Kelsey’s pretty little face. Her soft, shy smile. Her eyes. The idea of her being ten years old and my lover seemed perfectly right to me. I’d always had Kelsey. Now we had more. When everything else had left me, there would still be love.

I came back to the world slowly, Kelsey softly nuzzling me. I parted my lips, welcoming her tongue, and my daughter and I kissed. When I was myself again, I turned and looked at Sarah. My heart was singing.

“Did you go there?” she asked with a quiet smile. “To the empty place?”

“Yes,” I sighed happily. She knew! “Except it isn’t really empty.”

“No,” she cooed. “For us, it never is.” Then she glanced around at the girls and me. “Well, then… I guess it’s me now. Why don’t you each take turns.”

We did. We each ate her pussy and asshole, giving her three lovely orgasms. I went last. The vibrator in her anus and my tongue on her clit brought Sarah’s tired body home. When she finally came that third time, she kept her eyes open somehow, gazing intently at me. I felt something deep. Something like true love.

Later she and I lay in her bed watching something stupid on TV. The girls were in Ashley’s room, playing with dolls.

“So, um, you and Ashley have… been together before, right?” I asked.

She smiled wryly. “If by ‘together’, you mean sexually, then yes. I’ve been loving my little girl for years, even before her father left. This was our first time with others, though.”

I shook my head; half in wonder, half in disbelief. “Why me, then? Why would you take that chance?”

“It started with Kelsey, believe it or not.”

“Really?”

“Well, sort of. Ashley had the hugest crush on her from class. So, I thought we’d make this play date and I could keep you occupied somehow so they could hook up.”

“Nice. I made the play date so I could hook up with you.”

“Yeah. I figured that out. Anyhow, when you and I got together I felt something pretty deep, and I knew I had to try… you know… to make something real out of it. But you had to find out about me and Ashley. You had to be into… getting intimate with a young girl. Basically, I rolled the dice. It was worth it.”

I agreed. It was.

“I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of in a woman.”

I nuzzled her face, feeling an unimaginable warmth inside that seemed to light up my very soul. “I love you too,” I moaned. “God, I love you!”

“You’ll move in?” she asked.

“Of course,” I responded. I couldn’t imagine merely dating her. Not after what we’d just experienced.

We discussed living arrangements. She and I would share this room. Ashley would keep hers, and we could redo the guest room to be Kelsey’s. Although, I think we both suspected the girls would sleep together as often as not… and sometimes with us. I imagined the lovemaking the four of us could share.

“So, let’s go tell the girls they’ll be living together,” she said, “I expect they’ll be excited.”

“Yes,” I said, taking her hand and squeezing it, “I expect they will.”

The End

Summer Love, Chapter 4

  • Posted on April 3, 2018 at 6:24 am

by callmeQ67

Thirteen-year-old Courtney lay on Melinda Lunsford’s king-sized bed, a pillow under her hips. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration and her hands gripped the moist, rumpled sheets. Melinda lay face down between Courtney’s widespread adolescent thighs.

Melinda had been teasing Courtney’s delicious bubbling stew pot with her fingers and mouth for the past twenty minutes, letting the teen’s desire build slowly until she was practically delirious with the need for release. Several times she had taken the young brunette to the brink and pulled her back. Pinning the girl’s prominent labia open with her thumbs, Melinda was taking long, slow licks from Courtney’s puckered anus to the hood of her clit.

The pretty teenager was emitting an almost continual humming moan punctuated by squeaks of delight as the older woman’s tongue passed over her slick jellybean. Courtney’s sparse pubic hair was saturated with Melinda’s drool and her own sweet juices, as was the pillow beneath her.

Melinda drilled deep between the smooth slick walls of the child’s fuck hole until she felt Courtney’s hymen on the tip of her tongue. Curious, she opened the lips with her fingers until she could see the thin membrane blocking the entrance to the girl’s womb. It had a small opening just big enough for a finger.

“Oh, my sweet little girl,” said Melinda. “Shall I make a woman of you?” Her tongue traced lazy circles around Courtney’s bulging pleasure nub.

“What? Oh! What do you mean?” Courtney panted.

“What I mean, dear Courtney, is I would like to take your maidenhood; to deflower you; to pop your cherry. I want to stick something deep inside your love canal and rip you open. Is that clear enough?”

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Lunsford! Do it to me! I… I… want you to be the one.” She gazed lovingly into Melinda’s eyes.

Courtney made this request with such sincerity that Melinda almost felt bad about what she was going to do. It was adorable how attached to her the sweet teenager had become, and, if truth be told, Melinda harbored some tender feelings of her own toward the girl. But she refused to let feelings come before ambitions, and her current objective was to join the board of directors at her club, The Westchester Country Club.

The chairwoman was willing to help sway the other board members in Melinda’s favor, but, of course, she wanted something in return. What she wanted was to sample Courtney’s charms. And she wanted it to happen while Courtney’s hymen was still intact.

“In good time, my pet,” said Melinda. “All in good time. But let’s save your virginity for a special occasion, shall we?”

She went back to lapping Courtney’s juicy cleft. Melinda and her young lover quickly fell into a rhythm and the teen’s moans rose in pitch and intensity. The older woman could read the signs, and just as the girl was about to reach her peak, she backed off, again. Courtney whined in frustration.

“Are you ready to cum, sweetie?” Melinda asked, innocently.

“Oh, my gosh! Yes, please!”

“Am I special to you, Courtney? Do you care about me?”

“Mrs. Lunsford, you know I do! I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“No?” she spat, in a voice much harsher than she felt. “Then why are you fucking Mrs. Leslie behind my back?”

The girl’s mouth fell open. Brooke Leslie had told her that their tryst the previous day would remain a secret. It seemed she had lied.

“I didn’t want to!” said Courtney. “She made me do it.”

“Oh, she forced you, did she?”

“Yes! She tied me to my bed. Then she blindfolded me and put my panties in my mouth.“

“And how did she manage that without your help? Did she hold a knife to your throat?”

“No, but she’s much bigger and stronger than I am. She was really rough.”

“And what did she do when you were tied to your bed?”

“I… I think she took pictures of me.”

“How do you know? You said you were wearing a blindfold.”

“There was a bright flash and the sound…”

“How many? Two? Three?”

“A lot,” said the teenager miserably.

“I see. What else did she do?”

“She touched me… all over. ”

“That’s it? Did she do anything else?”

“She… licked me… and she made me lick her,” said the child. Melinda was sure Courtney would have blushed if her face was not already bright pink.

“Oh, you poor darling,” said Melinda scathingly. “How awful. You must have hated every second of it.”

She paused as she noticed a tear roll from the corner of her little lover’s eye. It was hard to pretend fury when, in her mind, she relished the image of little Courtney tied to her own bed and made to service her butch friend. She could hardly wait to ask Brooke for the details.

“Did she make you cum?”

“Please, Mrs. Lunsford.”

“Did she make you cum?” Melinda repeated, forcefully.

“Y… yes.”

“How many times?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Why, you little slut, you came so many times you lost count, is that it?”

“Yes… no! Oh, please don’t be angry, Mrs. Lunsford! I didn’t want to be with her. I don’t like her… she’s mean. You’re the only one I care about. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything!”

These were the words Melinda was waiting to hear.

“As a matter fact, there is something you can do for me,” said Melinda. She went back to eating Courtney’s pussy, wanting it perhaps even more than Courtney herself. The girl’s moans rose higher.

“Will you be a good girl and do as I tell you?” asked Melinda before she resumed her skilful tonguing.

“Uhhhnnnn… yes, anything.”

Melinda sucked Courtney’s labia into her mouth and released them with a wet plop. “Even if it involves another woman?”

“But I don’t want… “

“Will you do it or not?” She sucked Courtney’s labia again before continuing.

“There is something important that you can help me with. But if you don’t want to, maybe I can find another girl.”

“No! I mean, yes, I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you ask,” said sweet young Courtney.

“That’s my girl,” said Melinda. “Is there anything I can do for you right now?”

She scooped up a mouthful of Courtney’s thick honey and savored it on her tongue before swallowing. The little teenager’s gusher was spewing more hot lava than Mount Kilauea.

“Ooooohh, please make me cum, Mrs. Lunsford. Please, oh, please, please, do it… pleeeease.“

“You have such lovely manners, Courtney,” said Melinda.

She sucked the girl’s hooded clit into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue against her upper lip. Then she pressed her flattened tongue to the top of Courtney’s vulva as the teenager pushed her juicy snatch urgently against the older woman’s mouth.

“Oh yes!” cried the little brunette. “Yes… Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” she wailed, her voice almost hysterical. Her smooth fleshy thighs trembled on either side of Melinda’s head. Just as she was reaching the point of no return, the older blonde woman reached out and pinched both of Courtney’s puffy nipples, hard.

“Aiyeeeeeeee!” screamed the teenager, her body jerking convulsively. Her legs squeezed Melinda’s head so tightly she thought her skull might crack like a walnut. But with one final tremor, Courtney’s eyes rolled back in her head and her body fell limp and motionless.

* * *

Amelia Fazio’s limousine stopped first at the Lunsfords’ house where Brooke and Melinda were waiting. The driver got out and held the door until the two women were seated. As they greeted one another, Melinda noticed a fourth person in the back of the car – an absolutely stunning pale blonde girl. She looked to be about sixteen. Melinda stared at her.

Amelia was chair of the Westchester Country Club’s board of directors. She’d seen the DVD that Brooke had been circulating showing Melinda Lunsford having sex with a delectable young brunette. Then she learned that the girl was only thirteen. Amelia had a weakness for pretty teenage girls, but she’d never had one as young as Courtney. She wanted the girl badly, and Melinda had agreed to lend her for an afternoon. Melinda’s price was a place on the board. It seemed a small price for a slice of the beautiful teenager.

“Ah, Melinda, I see you’ve noticed my young companion,” said Amelia. “Brooke, Melinda, this is Sigrid Carlsson. Sigrid, these are two of my dear friends, Brooke Leslie and Melinda Lunsford.”

“Most pleased to meet you,” said the girl, with a Swedish accent.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” said Melinda. She turned to Amelia. “What the hell is she doing here? I thought we had a deal. It was to be just you and Courtney, with Brooke and me there to shoot the video.”

“Don’t worry,” said Amelia. “I trust Sigrid completely. She’s my au pair, you see.”

“Why do you need an au pair?” said Melinda. “Your children are all grown.”

“I do have my grandchildren over from time to time,” said Amelia, smiling. “But I’ve found that I can rely on Sigrid for many things.” She placed a hand on the blonde girl’s smooth leg. “Many things,” she repeated.

* * *

Courtney waited nervously on her front porch. Melinda had told her to wear something nice, so she had put on her new halter-style sundress and a pair of leather sandals with thin straps. She’d considered wearing pantyhose, but it was a hot day and she thought her tanned legs looked okay without them. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Even though her boobs had recently grown into a C-cup, they didn’t need any external support. Besides, the bra had looked silly with her dress, which left most of her back bare.

A long black limousine turned the corner onto her street and Courtney went down the front walk to meet it. The driver got out and opened the door for her. Just as she was about to get in, she saw her best friend Kristen across the street. She was staring, open-mouthed. It was too late to pretend she hadn’t seen her, so Courtney just waved and got in the car.

Once inside, Melinda kissed her and introduced her to Mrs. Fazio.

So this is who I’ll be having sex with, thought Courtney.

At least fifty, Amelia Fazio was an attractive woman, and reminded the girl of her middle school principal, a thought that both disturbed and excited her. Amelia’s deep cleavage drew the young girl’s eye to her enormous bosom, and Courtney found herself wondering what it would be like to handle such large breasts. Her hair was thick and glossy black, worn in a wavy style that seemed a bit dated to the young teen.

She must have look scared, because Melinda took her hand and said, “Don’t worry, honey, it’s going to be fine.”

Courtney then stole a glance at Sigrid. Even sitting down it was evident she was tall, and with her long blonde hair and striking green eyes, Courtney thought she must be a supermodel. Brooke was eyeing her too. Her long legs were spectacular and her prominent breasts strained the seams of her white blouse.

The rest of the short trip passed in something of a blur as Courtney imagined what she would soon be doing. Amelia asked questions and she answered them, but the teen’s mind was elsewhere.

Soon they turned into a private drive with tall hedges on either side. Elaborately wrought iron gates blocked the way, then magically opened to allow the car to enter. They rolled along a twisting lane through what looked like a park, past fountains and copies of classical Roman sculptures. At last the house appeared.

Courtney had thought Melinda was rich, but this was wealth of a different order. The house looked like a palace, with a huge central portico supported by fluted Corinthian columns. Additional wings extended to the left and right. Amelia took one of Courtney’s hands and Sigrid the other, and led her into the house.

Behind them, Melinda and Brooke exchanged glances. It was rumored that the Fazio money came from organized crime, and the gaudy opulence of the estate tended to confirm their suspicions.

“Let’s go straight to my room, shall we?” said Amelia. “Everything we’ll need is there.”

They went up a curving marble staircase to a broad central hall.

“This way,” said Amelia, and they entered a bedroom about the size of a tennis court, with French doors along one side and an enormous round bed. There were two professional video cameras on tripods and several umbrella lights.

Sigrid opened a refrigerator hidden behind a cherry wood panel and went to work uncorking a few bottles of Veuve Clicquot, while Brooke and Melinda got the cameras ready to roll. When everything was set, Sigrid served the champagne.

“To our young guest of honor,” said Amelia, raising her glass.

Courtney blushed and took a sip. She’d never had champagne before and she thought it was delicious. She quickly drank the whole glass.

Amelia smiled and took the flute from her hand. “Stand over here,” she said, steering Courtney to the middle of the room. “Sigrid, undress her for me.”

The wine had given Courtney a mild buzz, but she was still unnerved. She was about to be stripped before a woman old enough to be her grandmother!

Sigrid stood in front of Courtney and looked down at her. She was quite tall, and made even taller by her high heels. Courtney was struck once again by Sigrid’s beauty. She felt herself a plain little girl by comparison.

Sigrid stroked her hair and bent to whisper in her ear. “You’re so pretty,” she said. Sigrid moved behind her and began to untie the knot that held her dress in place.

The compliment from the beautiful Swede made Courtney feel better, but she was very aware of Amelia watching from an armchair and the two cameras pointed at her. It was embarrassing but strangely arousing. Young Courtney was realizing that it was the very moments when she felt the most helpless – like when Brooke had come to her house and tied her up – that she also felt the most excited. She felt weak and quivery inside, like when she was little and had done something forbidden, and she knew she was about to be punished.

As Sigrid slid the dress down her body, Courtney’s hands moved automatically to cover her breasts, her arms crossed. When the dress pooled at her feet, the tall Swede helped her to step out of it.

Amelia gazed at her, enthralled. Courtney was certainly not the anorexic type. Her body was lush with curves for a thirteen-year- old, and the wealthy chairwoman adored her plump thighs, narrow waist, and the little roll of baby fat spilling over the top of her girlish panties. With her round face, pert nose, and full lips, Courtney embodied Amelia’s ideal of adolescent beauty and sex appeal.

“This is no time to be shy, Courtney,” said Amelia, after a moment. “Let’s see your pretty boobs.”

Courtney looked over at Melinda, trembling with nerves. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with this. Melinda just shook her head, as if to say there was nothing she could do.

“Sigrid,” commanded Amelia. “Help her.”

Reaching around her from behind, Sigrid took hold of Courtney’s wrists. “I wish to see them, too,” she whispered. The young brunette allowed her hands to be raised over her head.

Amelia sat forward in her chair and gaped.

“Mother Mary in heaven,” she said.

The little girl’s breasts were incredible, creamy white, perfectly shaped and larger than Florida oranges, yet they didn’t sag in the least. The nipples and aureoles were pink and tilted upwards.

Amelia could hardly wait to suck them.

“Let me see her from every angle,” said Mrs. Fazio.

Holding Courtney’s hands over her head, the tall Swede slowly turned her as if she were a ballerina, or a puppet. With her arms raised, the profile view of her breasts was superb. They jutted out like fat, ripe pears. The rear vista was no less enchanting. Courtney’s back was smooth and unblemished, with two symmetrical dimples just below her waistline. And her high round ass, gleaming white in contrast to her tanned legs and back, was no less than divine.

Soon it will all be mine, thought Amelia.

“Bring her to me,” she said.

Sigrid lowered Courtney’s arms and led her by the hand to Amelia’s chair. When she stopped, the young girl’s knees and those of the older woman were almost touching. Sigrid stood just to the side and behind Courtney.

The feeling was growing stronger inside the young teen; that hollow in the pit of her stomach that seemed to sink all the way to her cootchie. She thought how strange it was that she was here, this woman devouring her with her eyes. Little Courtney was both aroused and frightened, but there was no escape now.

“Touch her,” said Amelia.

Sigrid seemed to know what she wanted. She stood behind Courtney and ran her hands up and down the girl’s sides, stroking her hips, her waist, her ribs. She massaged the child’s delicious bubble butt and her slightly rounded belly. Courtney’s breath was coming more quickly and suddenly her breasts were aching to be touched. She knew her nipples were hard as little pebbles.

Slowly, oh so slowly, the blonde girl’s hands traveled up Courtney’s body until they cupped her breasts.

A little sigh escaped the young girl’s lips.

Sigrid explored her tits gently, molding them, dragging her palms across the hard nipples.

Another sigh.

Sigrid pinched the pink gumdrops, twisting them slightly, and Courtney let out a groan.

Sigrid’s hands slid down the teenager’s body to her hips. One hand slipped under the waistband of her panties in back, the other in front. While the hand in back caressed and squeezed her ass, other fingers combed through her meager pubic hair to investigate the lips of her sex. The fingers played lightly over Courtney’s vulva for a moment, until one probing digit wormed its way between her labia. It was like poking a hole in a dike. The juice which had been building up flooded Sigrid’s fingers and Courtney’s cotton panties.

The brunette teenager forgot where she was and enjoyed Sigrid’s touch. Brooke lifted her camera from its tripod to move in for a close up. She let the camera lens roam from Courtney’s closed eyes and parted lips, over her luscious breasts, to Sigrid’s hand moving inside her panties.

Sitting just in front of her, Amelia caught the scent of Courtney’s arousal. Like a shark detecting blood in the water, it drove her to action. She reached for the brunette teen’s breasts, touching them almost reverently. Courtney opened her eyes.

“My God,” said the older woman. “Your boobs are so perfect.”

Amelia was straining to reach the teen’s breasts with her mouth, so Courtney lowered herself a few inches by spreading her legs apart.

This also gave better access to Sigrid’s fingers. She used the tip of one finger to tease Courtney’s anus while other fingers massaged her clit.

Amelia sucked both of the teen’s tasty nipples, then mashed her tits together and tried to suck both nipples at the same time.

Courtney’s moans grew more insistent.

“That’s enough, Sigrid,” said Amelia. “I think she’s ready.”

The blonde Swede took her hands out of Courtney’s panties and stepped back, licking her fingers.

“I’ve waited so long to taste you,” the older woman said, looking into the teen’s eyes. She took hold of the waistband of Courtney’s panties and lowered them. As the little cotton underpants slid down her thighs, long, shining threads of the thirteen-year-old’s cunt sauce stretched from the gusset to her vulva. Amelia stopped to marvel at the sight.

“You’re so wet,” she said. “I love that.”

Finally she slid the panties all the way down, and Courtney stepped out of them.

“Kiss me,” said the older woman, and Courtney bent forward.

This is so weird, the girl thought for a moment, but when her lips met Amelia’s sparks shot straight to her groin.

As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Amelia’s hands wandered over Courtney’s body, squeezing her breasts, her ass, her thighs. Finally, Amelia’s hand cupped Courtney’s dripping pussy mound, fingers slipping between her juicy labia. By the time they broke off the kiss, the little teen brunette was on fire.

“Climb up here,” said Amelia, and she directed the teenager to kneel on the arms of the chair, her thighs spread wide. The wealthy middle-aged woman slumped down in the chair a little until the girl’s pussy was right in her face. For her age, Courtney had unusually prominent inner lips, and with her legs open, they hung between her fleshy outer lips like fruit waiting to be plucked.

With her hands on the girl’s shapely ass, Amelia kissed the tender skin of Courtney’s inner thighs. “So soft,” she murmured. She licked the hollows just to the left and right of her pussy, the aroma drawing her closer, until her tongue was taking broad swipes up and down Courtney’s swollen outer lips.

“Mmmmmm,” whimpered the adolescent girl, her need evident. “Oh yes,” she cooed as Amelia’s tongue traced the perimeter of her curled inner lips before burrowing deep in her Holy of Holies. “Oh my goodness!”

“I love your sweet little cunny,” said Mrs. Fazio.

Soon everyone could hear Amelia licking and sucking at the teenager’s juicy fuckhole. Courtney had clearly lost the last of her inhibitions. She was riding the older woman’s face, her hips gyrating in a steady rhythm. Brooke knelt in front of the chair for a good view of Amelia lapping the teenager’s sopping cunt, her tongue appearing and disappearing between the folds. The HD camera recorded every detail down to the juice covering her chin.

Courtney’s moans grew louder and more frantic. She hugged the chair, nipples rubbing against the upholstery, her dripping delta moving with total abandon over the wealthy woman’s face, her round butt bouncing up and down.

“Yes… oh, God, yes,” she whined.

Melinda zoomed in for a close up of Courtney’s face, her pretty features contorted with ecstasy.

As much as she hated sharing her little fuck toy with Mrs. Mafia Boss, she had to admit the scene was turning her on.

When Amelia eased a fingertip into Courtney’s ass and sucked her clit, the girl screamed and exploded in climax. Her body was motionless for a moment, cunt mashed against the older woman’s mouth, then a series of shuddering spasms went through her limbs. Finally, she slumped down across the chair in Amelia’s lap.

Amelia held the limp body tenderly, stroking her hair and face. When Courtney’s eyes fluttered open, the older woman smiled and kissed her lips.

Courtney smiled back. “Thank you,” she said. “That was so amazing.”

Amelia kissed her again, deeply this time, and the young teen tasted herself in the older woman’s mouth.

“Will you be ready for more fun soon?” Amelia asked the girl.

Courtney bit her lip and frowned, like she was thinking about it. “Maybe,” she giggled.

Mrs. Fazio pushed her off the chair, laughing. “Go lie on the bed and wait for me,” she said.

Brooke and Melinda repositioned their cameras for a better view of the bed.

Amelia got up from the chair. “Help me with this dress, Sigrid,” she ordered.

The blonde girl stood behind Amelia and unzipped her black dress, peeled it off her shoulders and down.

The dark haired woman was short and voluptuous. Under the dress she wore a lacy black bra, matching high-waisted panties, and black stockings held up by garters. Her hips were very round and full, having born six children.

Courtney lay on her side, head propped in one hand, checking out Amelia’s body. She’ll want me to lick and suck her now, thought the teenager.

The older woman’s waist was small considering the size of her bust and hips, and Courtney decided she was sexy. Amelia’s chunky thighs brushed against each other when she walked toward her, and as she got closer, the teenager could see pubic hair curling from the edges of her panties for at least an inch or two down each leg.

She stopped beside the bed. “Sigrid,” she said, and the Swede immediately began to work at the hooks of her full-figure bra.

The bitch certainly has her au pair trained, thought Brooke. She wouldn’t mind doing some training exercises with the gorgeous blonde herself.

When the bra fell away, Courtney’s eyes went wide. Amelia’s tits were humongous. They sagged a bit, naturally, given their dimensions. Each was the size of a ripe cantaloupe with dark reddish aureoles the size of tea saucers, and nipples as big as half her thumb. Courtney thought they were magnificent.

Sigrid knelt to lower Amelia’s panties.

Amelia had more pubic hair than little Courtney had ever seen or imagined possible. It spread out in a thick triangle almost to her navel and far to each side. Through this dense jungle the young teen could just make out something dark and purplish.

“Jesus, what a bush,” whispered Brooke to Melinda. “She oughta take a weed whacker to that thing.”

Amelia pushed Courtney onto her back. On hands and knees, the older woman dragged her huge milk sacs up the young girl’s torso until they hung on either side of her face, hiding it completely.

Courtney hefted them.

“Oh my gosh,” she said. “I love your boobs.”

Her hands were so small in comparison, they practically disappeared into the heavy jugs, fat nipples poking out between her fingers.

“Suck them,” said Amelia.

Little Courtney obliged willingly. She loved the feeling of the heavy breasts in her hands and the thick nipples in her mouth. She alternated between them, sucking one and squeezing the other.

“Sigrid, get undressed and come over here,” said the chairwoman.

Brooke had been waiting for this moment. She turned her camera on the blonde Swede.

Sigrid unbuttoned her white blouse and took it off, then her skirt.

Oh yeah, said Brooke to herself.

Without a trace of selfconsciousness the lovely teenager unhooked her bra and pulled it off. Her breasts were wonderfully full and round, her aureoles so pale they almost blended in with the soft skin around them, with little inverted dimples at their centers.

The panties came off next. Sheer perfection, thought Brooke.

Sigrid’s skin was white and luminous, not a blemish anywhere. No trace of a tan line, either. The pubic hair was so pale that it was almost invisible, a true blonde, for sure.

Amelia lay on her back with Courtney on one side, so Sigrid took the other.

The older woman’s huge breasts slumped down the sides of her chest.

“I’ve always wanted to have both my tits sucked at the same time,” she said.

The two teenagers suckled her dark red nipples like nursing babies.

“Mmmmmm, that feels wonderful,” she said, stroking their hair.

Amelia raised Courtney’s head to kiss her. “You’re so adorable,” she said to the young brunette. “Now get down and eat me.”

While Sigrid continued to suck and play with Amelia’s massive melons, Courtney placed herself between the older woman’s parted legs. Until this moment, the young girl had seen exactly two pussies up close: Melinda’s and Brooke’s. One of them was shaved and the other closely trimmed, and both women had small inner lips that remained hidden most of the time.

As her fingers parted the thick black hair, Courtney could see that Amelia’s cunt was something altogether different.

The inner labia were thick and curled, and extended far beyond the fleshy outer lips – easily a couple of inches. They were dark purple, almost black at the edges, and bright pink at the center. At the top was a huge clit. Sheathed, it stuck out like a small, uncircumcised penis. The smell was different, too – a much stronger, more pungent scent.

Zooming in for a reaction shot of Courtney’s face, Brooke wasn’t sure if her look was one of lust or horror. Pushing aside the hair, Courtney first licked the thick flaps, then sucked them into her mouth. She slurped up nectar like a thirsty dog. Burrowing deeper, it seemed she might lose herself in the older woman’s hairy cunt. Amelia held the girl’s head with both hands and humped her face. Courtney was clearly enjoying herself and there was plenty to enjoy. She fed greedily.

“Oh, that’s good,” said Amelia. She pulled her knees up to her chest. “Now lick my ass.”

Tangy juice poured from her cunt and coated the older woman’s butthole. It too was surrounded by curling black hairs.

Courtney felt so dirty being made to lick this woman’s asshole, to be watched while she did it, to be videotaped, but that very act of submission, being told what to do, filled her with an aching need. Her pussy wept, begging for attention as her tongue rimmed the older woman’s ass hole, scratchy hairs tickling her cheeks.

Amelia groaned and lowered her legs. “Sigrid, there’s room for you here, too.” As Courtney went back to sucking her labia, the blonde lay down next to her between the older woman’s thighs. The young brunette made room for her and with their faces pressed together, the two teenagers ate Mrs. Fazio’s pussy.

Courtney lavished attention on one side of Amelia’s prodigious flaps while Sigrid sucked the other. Then the Swede began to tongue-fuck her employer’s juicy hole while Courtney sucked her clit.

“Oh God, yes,” said Amelia. “That’s perfect.”

Giggling, the two teens kissed, their faces wet with the older woman’s fuck sauce.

“Now Sigrid, do my clit,” Amelia said. “Fuck yes,” she purred. “Put your fingers in me, Courtney,” she said.

Two fingers went in with no difficulty. She fucked the older woman’s cunt while Sigrid sucked her clit, and Amelia moaned with pleasure.

“Use four fingers,” she said.

“Wow,” said little Courtney as her hand penetrated the juicy fuckslot. Only her thumb remained outside. Amelia’s tunnel of love was stretched from bearing children, and she’d dreamed about fisting. But Sigrid’s hands were just too big to enter her comfortably. Pubescent Courtney, though, had such tiny hands.

“Courtney, I want you to put your whole hand inside me.”

“Oh my gosh, are you sure?”

“Just make sure it’s good and wet,” said Amelia. “Sigrid, help her.”

Smiling at Courtney, the Swedish girl sucked the little brunette’s thumb, drooling on it. When it was slick and shining with spit she said, “Do it now.”

Sigrid held the older woman’s pussy flaps spread open. Courtney tucked her thumb in tight against her other fingers and began to work her hand into Amelia’s fuckhole.

“Oh God,” the woman groaned.

“Am I hurting you?” asked Courtney.

“No, keep going… yes, like that, slowly… Oh, God damn it!” she cried as Courtney’s hand sank in up to the wrist.

The girl waited a moment for Amelia to adjust to the sensation. She loved how hot and wet it was, and the way the vaginal walls squeezed her hand. She curled her fingers. When the woman moved her hips encouragingly, Courtney slowly began to fist-fuck her.

They established a rhythm which grew faster as Amelia’s orgasm approached. The chairwoman thrashed, her big jugs heaving, a low moan deep in her throat. “Oh my fucking God… Oh my fucking God…” she repeated again and again.

When she was sure Amelia’s climax was near, Sigrid began to suck on her clit while Courtney fist-fucked her. They held on as the older woman’s hips rose from the bed, every muscle taut as a piano wire.

Her scream was loud enough to wake the dead. At last she sank back to the mattress, her body trembling.

When Courtney eased her hand free, it was followed by a gush of clear ejaculate, soaking the sheets.

Sigrid thrust her face into Amelia’s wide-open fuck hole, drinking up as much as she could. Sharing a kiss with Courtney, they licked the juice from one another’s faces, laughing like the young girls they were.

But the laughter died suddenly. As Amelia recovered, the girls fell on each other, touching, caressing, tasting. Soon they were locked in a torrid sixty-nine, each devouring the other’s sweet teenage cunt. They rolled over and over on the wet sheets, until Courtney was in a state of what seemed a perpetual orgasm. It never stopped, but rose and fell in waves.

Brooke and Melinda could barely contain themselves.

Amelia watched the two beautiful teenagers, stroking their bodies.

“Courtney,” she said, “I know you’re saving your virginity for a special occasion. But there is another part of your body I’d like to violate right now.”

The girls were still licking each other’s pussies with Courtney on top. Amelia went to a dresser and got something from the top drawer. She knelt behind Courtney, and as Sigrid licked her scrumptious young cunt, the chairwoman began licking her ass.

“Uhhnnnn,” moaned the thirteen-year-old. “That feels so amazing.”

When Courtney’s virgin ass was good and wet, Amelia slid a finger into it. She kept her nails short for this very purpose.

The little brunette was humming and moaning into Sigrid’s cunt.

After a minute or two Amelia drove in a second finger.

Courtney was coming in Sigrid’s mouth again, her body covered in a light sheen of perspiration.

Using a small bottle of lube, Amelia began to grease the object she’d taken from the drawer. It was a smooth, curving glass dildo, tapered at one end with a thick bulb at the other. Withdrawing her fingers, she dribbled lube on Courtney’s puckered asshole. The toy was so smooth and small at the tip that it slipped in much easier than had her two fingers.

“Oh, Mrs. Fazio,” whimpered Courtney. “What are you doing to me?”

“Don’t worry, child. I’m going to fuck your ass.”

The tapered glass grew broader at its center, and as Amelia pushed in more and more, it became as thick as a man’s cock.

The sensation was so foreign but so exquisite, little Courtney never wanted it to end. She loved the feeling of being filled up.

Sigrid continued sucking her cunt while the dildo plundered her ass.

“Oh yes!” She cried. “Give it to me! Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Yes! Keep fucking my ass like that! Please don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh yeah, fuck me!”

On and on she screamed.

Melinda was beside herself. She had never before heard Courtney utter a curse word stronger than ‘damn,’ and to hear her begging to be fucked in the ass was too much. She’d never seen anything so arousing in her life. When Courtney finally collapsed from exhaustion, she and Brooke left their cameras on the tripods and threw themselves on the blond Swede.

The two teenagers served the three older women all afternoon and well into the evening. The girls used every combination of lips, tongues and fingers to please the women and each other. Amelia especially loved riding Sigrid’s pretty face while Courtney licked her ass.

By the time they were all too tired to go on, the bed was a shambles, the wine was all drunk and the entire room reeked of sex.

Courtney knew by the end of that day that she was made to serve. On the way home, she told Melinda that she wanted to be her fuck toy forever.

The little thirteen-year-old could hardly wait to serve her mistress again.

Continue on to Chapter 5

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

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

 

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