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Indian Summer

  • Posted on April 22, 2017 at 12:03 pm

By Amanda

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

Pariyat sat back laughing, watching the smoke rise from the extinguished candles on the cake as everyone clapped and cheered. Today was the girl’s tenth birthday.

Her mother kissed her on the cheek before cutting her the first slice. “Hoppy Burrtday, Pariyat,” said the woman in her heavy Indian accent.

Lindsey smiled. She loved hearing the way Chahna, Pariyat’s mother, rolled her R’s.

Chahna had fled her husband in Kolkata, coming to the United States in hopes of a better life. She was a lesbian, and in her homeland such things were simply not acceptable. She had brought with her a lovely four-year-old daughter and a Bachelor’s degree in computer science, allowing her to find work and make a decent living for her child and herself.

Two years after coming to America, Chahna met Lindsey, a redheaded girl with lovely green eyes and porcelain white skin. One of Chahna’s favorite features of her American lover was her slight pooch belly. She liked how it felt when she kissed it.

Chahna left her daughter and the child’s many friends in the dining room to eat cake and laugh and generally have fun.

Lindsey followed her girlfriend into the kitchen. “She really seems to be having fun,” said Lindsey.

“I like the traditions here. Lots of enjoyment for the little ones.” Chahna dropped the cake knife in the sink and turned on the water. “Have you thought about what we spoke of last week?”

“Yeah.”

Lindsey sat down at the small kitchen table and ran her hands through her hair. Chahna had known about her secrets for years now and had never seemed troubled by them. “But how do you know she’s even…”

“Gay?” Chahna asked.

The word sounded strange coming from her. She said it so rarely. “A mother knows these things,” Chahna smiled as she turned from the sink. She walked across the room to sit with her lover. “Silly, she has told me so.”

“When?” Lindsey asked. She and Pariyat had a good relationship, and the girl had never mentioned it to her.

“You will have to ask Pariyat yourself. She is not one to say too much.”

“You asked her if she was gay?”

“No. I asked her if she wished to get married. She told me she would if she ever met the right girl.” Chahna laughed to herself. “I told her she could marry a boy if she wanted and she told me that I was being gross.” Chahna looked at her girlfriend for a moment. “Gross is bad, right?”

Lindsey smiled and nodded, then said, “I don’t know, though. She’s still very young.”

Chahna put her hand on Lindsey’s. “I knew when I was much younger than she. And I know about you, so why do you argue?”

“Well, Pariyat has never given me a reason to think she’d be okay with it.”

“I am giving you my daughter. I trust you not to hurt her. And I know what you really dream of when we are together.”

“I don’t…” Lindsey began.

“But you do, I know this. And I do not mind. I love you and I know you love me, so it does not hurt me.” Chahna sat back in her seat. “Tonight, that will be my gift to you both.”

* * *

The rest of the long summer day went by slowly. Lindsey was becoming more nervous with every passing hour. What she was being offered both excited and terrified her. All of her life Lindsey had known that she was attracted to little girls. She’d thought that she probably would live a rather reclusive life, ending up a lonely old spinster with a hundred cats. Then she met Chahna. The Indian woman and her wonderful daughter had brought new breath into her life. She had fallen for them both almost right away.

Now, four years later, Chahna was asking her for something both terrible and wonderful. Chahna wanted Lindsey to introduce her beautiful daughter to the wonders of lesbian love.

Lindsey’s belly tightened when she heard the water in the bathroom come on. Pariyat was taking her bath and would be ready for bed very soon. Trying to work up her nerve, she walked up the stairs to the second floor of the small house and around a corner to the bathroom. The door was closed. She knocked softly before opening it and stepping in.

“Hey, Jelly Bean,” she said, smiling down at the girl whom she thought of as her stepdaughter.

“Hi, Lindsey,” Pariyat beamed. The little girl was very fond of her mother’s lover. The two had become fast friends almost from the moment they met. She picked up a handful of bubbles and playfully blew them at Lindsey as the woman sat down on the floor next to the tub.

Lindsey being in the bathroom while Pariyat bathed was not unusual. It was a guilty pleasure she often indulged. She had begun developing a real crush on Pariyat about a year earlier. It was the child’s beautiful budding womanhood: the tiny lumps that just hinted of the breasts to come, and the slight curve of her hips. Pariyat looked almost exactly like her mother, something that made it even easier to fall in love with her.

“Your momma and I had an interesting conversation today.”

Pariyat look up at Lindsey but didn’t say anything.

“We talked about you.”

The girl’s deep dark eyes widened slightly. “I’m not in trouble, am I?” she asked.

“No sweetie, of course not.” Lindsey reached into the tub. The water was hot, not just warm but hot. “Your mother seems to think you’re a lesbian. Are you?”

The question was so to the point that it almost surprised Lindsey when she asked it. She had not expected this to flow out so easily, but Chahna had made it seem like all she needed to do was ask.

Pariyat looked down at the bubbles shyly and shrugged. “I like a girl,” she said quietly. “And… I want to marry that girl when I grow up.”

“Oh?” Lindsey tried to sound nonchalant. “Is the girl you like someone from your school?”

“No. Well, one a little bit. But I already know who I’m going to marry.”

“Who?”

Pariyat blushed. Her dark skin normally hid that, but she blushed enough so her cheeks darkened and she looked away. “I can’t tell you,” she said. “It was my birthday wish.”

“Ah, well you’re right. You better not tell me then,” Lindsey said playfully.

Pariyat washed her hair, then pulled the plug in the tub. She sat in the water playing with the bubbles until the tub was completely drained. With the water gone she stood up, and Lindsey wrapped a towel around her, rubbing her arms and tummy dry. She kissed the girl on the nose and chin, then patted her behind as she stepped out of the tub.

“I have to brush my hair,” said Pariyat.

Lindsey smiled. She loved the girl’s long straight black hair. It reached down to just above her butt, and she kept it quite well. It did not hurt that every night before she went to bed her mother plaited it into two long braids. They walked downstairs so Chahna could do that.

With her hair done and in her pajamas — which consisted of one of Lindsey’s old t-shirts and a pair of boy’s boxers — Pariyat kissed them goodnight, then went back upstairs to her room. Lindsey lay quietly on the couch, her head in Chahna’s lap.

“I do not want you to have to wake her, so you’d better hurry,” the older woman urged.

“You’re pushing me?” Lindsey asked, not at all used to feeling pressure from her lover.

“If I do not, you will not go.”

Chahna coaxed Lindsey to a sitting position. “I love my daughter with all of my being. I want only the best for her. I know you will never hurt her or force her. I trust you with my most beloved Pariyat. I can think of no one better to be her first lover than you.”

She paused, waiting to see if Lindsey would say anything. “And you, I know you are a lover of children. I have seen what you read on the computer. I have seen how you look at girls, at Pariyat. I know you will be the gentle lover with her that you have always been with me.”

Lindsey nodded her head slowly. She considered what Chahna had said. She did love Pariyat very much, and this would be the realization of a fantasy she had entertained many times.

The young redhead walked slowly upstairs, then into Pariyat’s room. She found the child sitting on her bed with her feet dangling over the edge. In her arms she held a teddy bear, hugging it close to her body.

Lindsey pushed the door shut and crossed the room to kneel in front of the girl. “Did you have a good birthday?”

“Yes, very much. I got everything I wanted,” she said with a beaming smile.

Lindsey tried to make small talk, but she could not think of anything to say. She had never found herself at a loss for words with a potential lover, but this was unlike any situation she had ever experienced. “So, um, this girl you said you like… um, is she…”

“It’s okay,” Pariyat said quietly. She tangled her fingers in Lindsey’s hair, pulling her closer. “Momma told me you would be coming to me tonight.”

Lindsey looked puzzled for a moment. Chahna worked more hours than she did. She could even be called the breadwinner. When did she find time to have these conversations with her daughter?

“She did?” Lindsey moved to sit on the bed next to Pariyat. “What else did she tell you?”

“That I should not be afraid. That you would not hurt me.”

“Are you? Afraid, I mean?”

“A little.”

“Would you rather we did not do anything?” Lindsey pushed at the bangs Chahna had left hanging free to frame the child’s lovely face. “You know she doesn’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know, she told me that already.” Pariyat turned on the bed, folding a leg under herself. “I don’t know what to do, though. You have to teach me.”

She looked bashfully up at the woman. Lindsey’s heart went out to the girl. She pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead, then wrapped her arms around the child, squeezing tightly. Pariyat returned the hug, even going so far as to set her teddy bear down.

“Maybe we’d both feel a little better if we turned the lights off,” Lindsey suggested.

Pariyat was visibly relieved. She was not usually shy about her body, much to her mother’s embarrassment, but tonight she seemed self-conscious.

The woman got up from the bed and flipped the light switch off. She paused with her hand on the wall, partly to let her eyes adjust, and partly to collect herself. Even through her uncertainty, she was feeling the heat within her building.

“Have you and your friends ever played, you know, sexy games?” Lindsey asked as she sat on the bed again.

“Sort of,” Pariyat giggled. “Me and Jenny sometimes kiss. Once I even kissed her — down there.”

Lindsey smiled to herself. With a deep breath she reached out and took the girl’s hand, gently laying her down, head on the pillow. “Now, sweetie, you’re safe with me. All you have to do is say stop and I will.” Lindsey almost hoped she would tell her to stop right there, but she did not.

“Teach me what you do with Momma,” said Pariyat. After a moment, she added, “Are you scared about it?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Me too,” Pariyat confessed. “But um, maybe if you pretended that I’m Momma it’d be easier.”

Lindsey almost cried. The child was so sweet. How could she ever be deserving of such a dear lover? “No, I don’t want to pretend you’re someone else. I love you, Pariyat. I think it will be nice to be with you like this.”

“I love you too,” Pariyat whispered.

Lindsey leaned down and kissed the girl’s soft, full lips. She pinched the bottom lip between her own and sucked on it for a moment before breaking the kiss.

“Is that how you kiss Momma?” Pariyat asked.

“Shhh.” Lindsey placed a finger on the child’s lips, quieting her. Then she pulled Pariyat up to a sitting position, spreading the girl’s thin legs apart. She moved close, wrapping her own legs around her young lover.

Lindsey leaned in, kissing the girl softly on the mouth, hands on her narrow waist. She was almost shocked by how small the girl felt in her grasp, so slim and tiny, as she slid her palms up and down along the child’s body.

Pariyat closed her eyes and sighed when Lindsey’s hands found her breast buds and the woman teased her pointed nipples with her thumbs through her shirt.

“I love you, Lindsey,” Pariyat whispered around her quickening breath.

In reply, Lindsey leaned in once more to kiss the moist, parted lips, just pushing her tongue into the girl’s mouth. She withdrew it quickly, so as not to give her too much too soon.

Lindsey coaxed Pariyat’s shirt up over her head, then pulled her own shirt off, dropping it to the floor. She reached up and unclasped her front-hook bra, allowing it to fall away and expose her 32-B chest.

Even in the darkened room, Pariyat could clearly make out the woman’s boobs. She really wanted to touch them, but was afraid to reach out. Her fears quickly melted away as Lindsey took her hands in her own and lifted them up to cup the sides of her breasts. Pariyat was fascinated by the feel of the woman’s soft, warm boobs in her hands. She was so engrossed that she almost did not notice Lindsey’s fingers again teasing her nipples.

Pariyat slowly moved her small hands, rubbing her thumbs over the tips of the woman’s erect nipples. Lindsey drew a long breath, moaning softly as she exhaled. Her nipples were very sensitive. They seemed to run a direct route to her clit before heading to her brain.

“Momma says that in our country girls used to learn the Kama Sutra from the time they were nine,” said Pariyat.

“Did your mother tell you what that was, the Kama Sutra?”

“She said it was a book that taught women how to please men.” Pariyat paused in her fondling of Lindsey’s nipples. “She said it taught women how to make love.”

“Well then you probably know more about it than I do, Jelly Bean.”

Lindsey kissed the child again. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“For what?”

Without an answer, Lindsey pushed the girl back on the bed. After quickly removing her own shorts and panties, she reached down and took the elastic of Pariyat’s boxer shorts, pulling gently on them. She drew the shorts down the girl’s legs and off, then tossed them playfully over her shoulder.

Now all that stood before Lindsey and a dream she had dared not hope could ever come true was a thin layer of cotton covered in small flowers. She held still, taking a deep breath.

Pariyat shifted nervously on the bed. “What’s wrong?” she asked, sounding very afraid. The girl covered her nearly flat chest with her arms and swallowed hard.

“Nothing,” Lindsey smiled. “You’re just so beautiful.”

The woman wanted to drink in all of the moment. She wanted to capture it and lock it away to relive over and over. She wanted to memorize every smell, every sight, and the feeling of every nerve in her body. After another long, deep breath, Lindsey leaned down and slowly began to place kisses on Pariyat’s tummy, her chest, her nipples, her belly button. She was drawing out the experience, reveling in it.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Lindsey tugged at the panties the little girl wore. Pariyat lifted her bottom and Lindsey pulled the last of her clothing off. As the cotton panties fell to the floor, Lindsey’s inhibitions fell away. All she could feel was her love for the child. She wanted to do everything she could to earn Chahna’s trust, and to be deserving of Pariyat.

Starting again at her chest, Lindsey made her way down the girl’s body, softly kissing. She slowed as her chin brushed the child’s hairless mound. She could smell Pariyat’s excitement. It drove her. She hardly needed to gather her will to slide her tongue down Pariyat’s slit. The ten-year-old child’s folds, her clit, all felt so small and so wonderful. Lindsey felt so at home, she felt that everything was just exactly as it should be.

The woman pushed her tongue into the little girl and the child reacted with a sharp breath. “Do you like that?” Lindsey asked.

“Oh yes,” Pariyat moaned. “It feels so — special.”

Lindsey eased her finger into the child as she ran her tongue up to Pariyat’s clit. She could feel the girl’s legs tense on either side of her and could not help but smile. “I love you Jelly Bean,” she whispered.

Pariyat ran her fingers through Lindsey’s hair as the woman manipulated her clit. Soft little moans escaped her lips in rhythm with the in and out motions of Lindsey’s finger.

Pariyat’s breath soon began coming quicker and shorter, coaxing Lindsey to move faster, to suck harder on the girl’s clit. The child’s little fingers clenched hard in Lindsey’s hair, and she arched her back, squealing as she did.

Lindsey could give Chahna an orgasm and as that orgasm was subsiding could bring about another almost immediately. It was something she had been able to do with only one other woman. She wondered to herself if her lover’s daughter would respond the same way.

The woman released some of the pressure she was putting on the child’s clit. She pushed her finger in deeply, bringing the girl to the absolute pinnacle of her orgasm. As Pariyat’s breathing began to slow, Lindsey started pushing her finger in and out of the child, slowly at first but then growing faster. At the same time she sucked girl’s clit into her mouth and brushed her tongue across it. Almost immediately Pariyat squealed, her hands reaching over her head and under the pillow.

Lindsey was not quick enough to catch her again, but for their first experience together, twice was not bad. The young redhead rose up to her knees, stroking the girl’s legs.

“I feel so warm,” Pariyat whispered breathlessly.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, very much,” she said, nodding her head wildly. She pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Is it my turn now?” she asked.

“Do you want it to be?” Lindsey asked.

“I want to do everything you do with Momma.”

Lindsey leaned forward, pulling herself up to lie next to the girl. “Okay. You can do whatever you want, Jelly Bean.”

Pariyat first sucked at Lindsey’s nipples. She was not as skillful as her mother, but it was no less exciting for Lindsey. The girl then began rubbing her belly, while kissing along her sides. Timidly she worked around Lindsey’s lower regions, all the while careful not to touch the woman’s pubic hair.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Sweetie, you don’t have to do this if you’re scared.”

“But I want to.” Pariyat ducked her chin, and if the lights had been on Lindsey would have seen the girl’s cheeks darken with a blush.

With a deep breath, Pariyat moved her hand down to the middle of Lindsey’s belly. Feeling the girl’s hand so close to her aching vagina, the woman was swooning. She could not believe what the little girl was doing to her. She wanted to feel the child’s fingers inside, her tongue, all of her, but she dared not push the girl.

Pariyat found her strength. She slid her hand between Lindsey’s legs and briefly fingered the woman’s moist lips before pulling away, to Lindsey’s desperate whimpers. Then Pariyat began planting kisses all around the woman’s belly, as she remembered Lindsey doing to her.

She thought about everything Lindsey had done, how she’d made her feel. It was hard to figure out. She had never felt anything like that, and was not sure that she could do the same.

Soon Pariyat’s little tongue reached out of her mouth and lapped at Lindsey’s sex. The woman trembled. She knew that it would take almost nothing to send her over the edge.

“It feels good when you put your fingers inside,” Lindsey whispered.

Pariyat silently nodded and pushed two of her fingers slowly up inside Lindsey. The woman moaned loudly, covering her face with her arms. Encouraged by the reaction, the girl worked her fingers in and out of the slippery vagina. She leaned in close, enticed by the scent of Lindsey’s arousal, and pressed her tongue against her clit, rubbing it back and forth quickly.

Whether it was having just tasted her lover’s daughter, or the mere thought of a child touching her, Lindsey did not care. Pariyat’s ministrations did their job and Lindsey cried out, slapping her palms on the mattress. She writhed under the girl’s lovemaking as the most profound orgasm ripped through her.

When it was over, Lindsey relaxed into the bed. Her breath was deep, slowing from the excitement. Pariyat crawled up along the woman’s body and lay next to her. Almost immediately Lindsey leaned over and kissed her juices from the girl’s chin.

“Do you think Momma will let us do this again?” Pariyat murmured sleepily.

Lindsey pulled the girl close, tenderly kissing her, nuzzling and caressing. They dozed quietly for some time before Lindsey heard the door open and light streamed in from the hall.

Chahna walked into the room and knelt next to her lover. Lindsey turned toward the older woman. Chahna leaned down and kissed her softly. She smiled to herself, tasting her daughter on the lips of her girlfriend. “I do not want to disturb you. I simply wanted to say goodnight.”

As her mother left them there, Pariyat stirred and rolled over, snuggling close to Lindsey.

“I wished for you,” the little girl whispered. “When I blew out the candles, I wished that you could be my girlfriend.”

Lindsey felt tears in her eyes. She kissed the child’s head, hugging her gently.

The End

My Sister Megan: A Playful Tale of Incest

  • Posted on March 29, 2017 at 6:19 pm

By Bad Fred

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2009 }

Megan looked very pretty as she furtively emerged from the side of the house. She was wearing the little black skirt I’d bought her. She had on a red halter top, and her short brown hair was pinned up so that her bangs hung around her face.

She walked quickly over to the car and slipped into the passenger seat.

“I’m pretty sure Mom and Dad didn’t see me,” she said, a bit breathless.

I noticed she had put on soft pink lipstick and done her nails the same color.

“Good,” I said. I put the car in gear, backed out of the driveway, and pulled away.

“You look very pretty,” I told her.

Her eyes were light green. They looked very clear and bright when we drove under a streetlamp.

“Thanks. You too.” She smiled at me, but appeared a bit nervous.

There was no way our parents would have approved of her outfit. Sneaking her out of the house was the only way to complete our little mission. She had asked for the skirt for her birthday. It was our “secret gift.” At the party, yesterday, I’d given her a pink unicorn doll, my “not secret gift.” She had pretended to like it.

“The movie starts at eight,” I said, “So hopefully they’re both asleep before we get home. Otherwise sneaking you back in might be tricky.”

“Yeah. I don’t want to get caught.”

When she had asked for the skirt, she’d also asked for another “secret gift.” She wanted me to take her out on a date. I was, needless to say, surprised. She said a “sister date” when I’d asked her what she meant.

I wasn’t sure what a “sister date” was exactly. I assumed she just meant a friendly night out at the movies. But then again… she knew I was a lesbian.

I hadn’t pressed the issue. It was her birthday, and I’d take her out on a date and make it the best I possibly could. If it meant anything more to her, well, we would find out.

I looked down at Megan’s legs, sticking out from the bottom of the skirt. She was a bit paler than me, with light freckles. Her left knee had a bright red bruise, I guess from soccer practice. She was young, just fifteen, but I couldn’t help thinking the black satin fabric laying across her thighs was very sexy.

She noticed me looking. “Watch the road,” she said, but she seemed pleased.

*****

We arrived at the theater. I parked the car and got out. Megan waited in her seat, smiling at me.

“You’ll open my door for me, right?” she asked.

This was her birthday gift. I wanted her to be happy. I went around to her side and opened her door for her. She took my hand as she got out and leaned into me. She seemed very nervous.

“Would you hold my hand?” she asked.

I was wearing a short red dress with heels. I was a few inches taller than her, and slender. She had an athletic build and moved very gracefully. I grasped her hand, and we walked together up to the theater.

I am quite sure we looked amazing.

My friend Jim was working the door that night. It was slow and his manager was not around, so he let us in without paying. After we were through the door, Megan broke away to go get some candy.

I caught Jim staring at her as she walked away. He noticed me, and looked away embarrassed.

I laughed quietly. “You can look, but don’t touch.”

“Meg, uh, looks different tonight.”

“Yeah, she does.”

He smiled, and said, “Man, I could get arrested just for thinking what I’m thinking now.”

I said nothing, but I knew exactly how he felt.

Her skirt fit her perfectly. I hadn’t really seen her clearly in the dim light outside, and I hadn’t actually seen her from behind… until now. When she got to the counter, she squatted down to pick out some candy. Her ass and legs looked amazing.

This was not the first time I’d felt lust for Megan. However, this was the first time it had felt so… serious. What if this really was a real date to her? I mean, she was acting coy, and a bit awkward, but she was fifteen. You’d expect her to be that way on a date.

On the other hand, maybe this was just a fun, weird night with her sister.

*****

We found seats in the auditorium. Megan insisted that we sit way in back, in a corner. The armrests were the type you could fold up, so she pulled up the one between us and leaned into me.

Yes, it was obvious she was taking this date thing a bit too seriously, and I felt a little awkward. However, I didn’t want to push her away, and to be quite honest, I liked that she was being so affectionate. Having her curled up against me felt nice. I decided she hadn’t crossed any lines yet. I put my arm around her and pulled her close.

The movie started. It was some modern vampire story where everyone was beautiful. It wasn’t my sort of thing, but I had decided to humor her and pretend that I liked it.

She handed me the box of candy, and whispered, “Here. Feed them to me.”

“Huh?”

“Take one and put it into my mouth.”

“Megan, that is a little weird.”

“Please?”

The theater was dark, and I could only see her silhouette. I felt her push closer to me. She was very… soft.

I took out a piece of candy and put it into her mouth. She wrapped her mouth around my fingers and sucked gently, swallowing the candy down.

“Megan!”

That was loud enough to be heard. I certainly didn’t want anyone to notice what was going on. I went on whispering. “Megan. That’s very weird.”

She drew away from me.

“Look,” I went on, “did you intend for this to be a… romantic date?”

She didn’t answer right away. I knew exactly what she was thinking. I mean, it was obvious what was going on. I couldn’t quite believe it, but there was no way to pretend it wasn’t happening. My sister was… well, I didn’t want to put it into words.

I knew she was afraid to say yes. If she did I might freak out, and that would end everything.

But I knew she wouldn’t say no.

“Yes, a little bit,” she whispered.

She sat still, tense, waiting for my response.

It is amazing how fast you can make a life changing decision. My impulse was to give her some speech about how I loved her, but that this was inappropriate. However, I couldn’t get the words out. When I thought about our date ending badly… I couldn’t say anything.

She was so soft, and so pretty. Even in the dim light, her slight, athletic figure looked amazing. I could see her hair silhouetted around her face.

The scene on the movie screen changed, lighting her up. Her green eyes stared at me. She sucked on her lower lip nervously.

I actually wanted her. I wanted her so badly.

I put my arm back around her and pulled her close again. I whispered in her ear, “I love you Megan, very much.” Then I took another piece of candy and put it into her mouth.

She suckled gently on my fingers. Her tongue and lips were so soft and wet. I thought about how they would feel later, against me, sucking and licking. I felt a thrill pass through me.

I was going to fuck my sister. I was going to fuck this sweet, beautiful girl. I had never felt so excited in my life.

*****

We didn’t finish the movie. I made her walk in front of me through the lobby. I wanted to see her ass again. My God, she was hot!

Jim watched us walk out. He gave me a curious look, and was checking out Megan again. I wonder if he had any idea what was about to happen to her.

*****

“How long have you felt this way?” I asked as we drove home.

“A while. Since we went to that summer dance.”

“And you waited until now?”

“Well, I mean, I assumed you would be horrified. But I kept wanting you so bad, and I had to try something.”

She was sitting up stiff, obviously very nervous. She gave me a sheepish look. I reached over and stroked her body.

“Relax, sweetie,” I said, “I’m very happy you did. I mean, yeah I’m a little freaked out, but this is going to be very good.”

We got to a stop sign and I leaned over and kissed her mouth. She was surprised, but parted her lips and leaned into me, kissing me back passionately.

“Do you know much about sex?” I asked.

“I kissed a boy once, but we didn’t do anything.”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

“No!” she said, shocked.

“Really? You can tell me. I do it sometimes.”

She didn’t answer.

“Okay, have you ever had an orgasm?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Trust me, you’d know.”

“So, here is what we do,” I went on, “When we get home I’m going to sneak you into my room and lock the door. We’ll start just kissing. Will that be okay?”

“Yes.” She looked so pretty when she said that.

“So, we can just kiss if you want. But I’m going to want to do more. So after a while I’ll start… doing things to your body, with my mouth and stuff. It’ll feel really good. Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“So don’t be nervous. You should just relax and let it feel good. It might take awhile, but don’t worry about me. Fine?”

“You don’t want me to do anything to you?”

I smiled. “I want you to do lots of things to me, sweetie, but first we take care of you. After a while it will start feeling really, intensely good. Just relax. Pretty soon you’ll have an orgasm. Then you’ll understand everything.”

“Then I get to do you?” she asked.

“Yeah. Then you get to do me.”

*****

When we got home our parents were already in their room, so it was easy to sneak Megan into the house. She came into my room and I locked the door. She hugged me and we kissed deeply. She pressed her tongue into my mouth, and sucked in my breath. I rubbed her ass, pulling her skirt up and feeling her soft panties.

I turned her around and pushed her down on the bed. I pulled her skirt up, then pulled her panties up into the crack of her ass, and kissed her butt cheeks. She moaned softly.

I wanted to take her so badly at that point. I wanted to pull her panties aside and eat her pussy and asshole, but I stopped myself. She was such a kind, sweet girl, and I didn’t think her first time should be wild or kinky. I turned her back around and kissed her again.

She lay back on the bed passively, and looked up at me licking her lips. She reached up, slowly, and rubbed my chest. I felt her fingers brush against my nipples. She kept rubbing, and watching the look of pleasure on my face.

“That feels nice,” I said, as I pulled the top of my dress down. “You can suck on them, if you want.”

She sat up and helped me take off my bra.

We kissed deeply again, and then she took my nipple into her mouth and sucked gently. I ran my fingers through her hair, and stroked her back. Her mouth felt great on my tits, and I was going crazy with desire. I almost pushed her down again, but I held back. I wanted to take my time, and make this wonderful for her.

After she sucked my tits for a while, I helped her pull her top off, and did the same to her. Her chest was still small, but her nipples were soft, pink, and slightly dimpled. They were so wonderful. I sucked and licked each one, then kissed her mouth again.

Just when I was about to go crazy, she made the next move. She reached up my dress, rubbing her fingers slowly up my leg toward my pussy. She watched me, seeing if I’d stop her.

I smiled and spread my legs, just enough so she could reach. She gently stroked my soft panties, rubbing her finger up and down over my cunt. I felt a shock of pleasure pass through me.

“Megan, that feels really great, but I wanted to do you first.”

She gave me a devious look and said, “Plans can change. Can I eat you?”

She looked so pretty and eager. I wasn’t going to say no.

“Yes. If you want.”

“I just lick, right?”

“And suck too. But yeah, it isn’t difficult.”

She pulled my panties down and spread my legs and gave my pussy a long, slow, tentative lick. It felt amazing.

“Oh God Meg, that is really good.”

I pulled the hem of my dress up higher, so I could see her face. She looked up at me passionately, and kissed my clit, sucking gently on it. Her green eyes were… well, I don’t really have the words. I felt tingles of pleasure spread up through my body.

I let out a long deep moan.

She licked me again. “Should I stick my fingers in?”

“Please, yes,” I gasped, “Two would be nice.”

She rubbed two of her fingers up and down my pussy, getting them moist, then slowly pushed them into my hole, pulling them in and out slowly.

She continued to suck on my clit. I was in ecstasy.

“Do that a little faster, please. Oh God fuck I’m going to come.”

I looked down at her pretty face with her mouth wrapped around my cunt, and I couldn’t hold back. A wave of ecstasy passed over my body. I could feel my hips bucking up. Megan grabbed me tight around the thighs to keep her face planted to my pussy. I shook my head back and forth, as several more waves passed over me. I couldn’t think. It was almost too much. I think I cried out.

I could see her there, still holding on and licking. I would have begged her to stop, it was just too intense, but I couldn’t form words.

I came again. I groaned, “Oh God fuck,” again. I was gasping for air.

I finally got enough composure to gently push her head back from my cunt.

“Oh God oh God oh God.” I just started laughing, it was so good. “Oh God, Megan. Oh fuck.”

She sat back, quite surprised at the intensity of my orgasm. “Please kiss me,” I gasped out.

We embraced, and I kissed her deeply.

“Was it good?” she asked.

“You’re kidding, right?” I had to catch my breath again. “That was the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever felt.”

Seriously, it was.

I had to rest. I couldn’t move in any coordinated way. My body still tingled, and I gasped a few times as my muscles tightened up, as if my orgasm wasn’t entirely finished.

She rubbed my pussy some more.

“Please… gently, sweetie.”

We kept kissing, and gradually I calmed down.

“It’s your turn now,” I said.

She went to pull her panties down and I stopped her. “Leave them on for a bit, they’re so soft and pretty.”

I pushed her skirt up and wrapped my mouth around her clit, through the sheer fabric. She let out a gentle little moan.

I sucked a bit harder, and pushed her panties a bit into her hole with my thumb.

“Mmmmm. That feels nice,” she said, staring at me intensely, her lips slightly parted.

Then I pulled her panties off and pushed her skirt up around her tummy. Her pussy was thin and delicately shaped. It was light pink, with just a hint of brown hair surrounding it. I spread it open, and ran my tongue gently up from her hole to her clit.

She squirmed a bit and tensed up.

“Relax, sweetie. You don’t have to do anything but lay back and feel good.”

I licked around her hole until she started to get very wet, then plunged into her, kind of scooping up a bit of her juices on my tongue. I licked up to her clit, then pulled away slowly and let a thin strand of pussy juice stretch between my tongue and her pussy.

She saw that and smiled. “I’ve never been so wet.”

“You taste very good.”

I licked more, circling my tongue around her clit. I slipped a finger in. She was so wet it went in easily.

She was moaning more insistently now. Her eyes were closed. She would briefly open them, every few seconds, and look down at me devouring her, then close them again with a look of rapture on her face.

I started fingering and licking her with a rhythmic motion. I felt her trying to relax, like I told her, but I could tell it was getting close. She kept tensing up, and writhing a bit, before relaxing again.

Suddenly her breathing got very heavy, and she let out a long, deep, soothing moan. I felt her whole body tighten up.

“Oh God! Is this it?” she let out.

She looked at me intensely, seemed to relax for a second, then it slammed her back into the bed. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned out. I kept sucking on her clit, just as she’d done for me, and let the waves pass over her. It seemed to last forever. The she relaxed, and gasped, “Oh my God. Oh my God that felt great.”

She laughed, still panting, and got the biggest grin on her face I’ve ever seen. “Oh wow. Is it always like that?”

I got up and lay next to her, putting my arms around her and kissing her face and eyes. “Yes, my sweet Megan, it is always like that.”

“Can we do it again?”

“Yeah. Now?”

“Can we? Please?”

We did, several times each. The later orgasms, of course, were not as intense as the first, her final one only getting a long gentle moan from her.

She curled up next to me. We were both too tired to even kiss anymore, only managing to brush our fumbling lips against each other.

I led her, half asleep, quietly to her room, and put her into her bed. I curled next to her while she drifted off to sleep. Then I gently kissed her cheek, and whispered into her ear, “I love you, Megan. That was the best date I’ve ever had.”

She must have heard me, because she smiled.

The End

Two Little Girls and Their Gym Teacher, Part Two

  • Posted on March 20, 2017 at 12:58 pm

By Misty Meadow

Upstairs, Kelly takes me in her arms and kisses me, her tongue deep in my mouth. I melt, my knees feeling weak. She puts her hand down between my legs, pressing her fingers against the silk covering my cunt and rubbing up and down.

“I love the feeling of smooth silk on my cunt,” I tell her. “Let me feel yours.” I don’t wait for permission before putting my hand between her thighs and we both stand there, masturbating each other through our panties.

Then Kelly slides hers off and falls back on the bed, her legs spread invitingly. I sit beside her. “Let’s talk first,” I say. She looks disappointed for a second but then nods at me.

“You like Holly, don’t you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“What do you get up to during gym lessons?”

“The best is before and after the lesson. I watch them changing, taking off their dresses and pulling their little knickers down. Holly is the best of all because she puts on a deliberate display for me, standing naked, letting me see her cunt, until she has to put her leotard on, and then after the lesson, I always manage to be close to her when she takes it off, and Holly takes her sweet time getting dressed. She’s always last to leave the changing room and I always hope for a few seconds alone with her, but the next class always comes in before anything can happen.”

“So she does have a crush on you?”

“Yes, but don’t tell her I told you.”

Now I come to the crux of the matter. “If you were given a free hand, what would you like to do to my daughter?”

Her face shows surprise, then lights up. “I’d do anything she’d want me to, anything that would make her happy. What’s this leading to?”

“Be specific. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Well, I’d kiss her on the lips and then her nipples and then all over her body.”

“Including her cunt?”

“If she’d let me, yes. And maybe even rim her little brown rosebud.”

“Would you touch her?”

“Oh, yes, I’d caress her from head to toe and yes, I’d finger her cunt, and maybe gently probe inside. I’d be watching her reaction and if she showed any reluctance, I’d immediately back off.”

“And what would you let her do to you?”

“To me? Cuddle, kiss, squeeze my tits and nipples, finger my cunt, suck on my clit, anything at all. I’d tell her to do anything she wanted to, absolutely anything, however kinky.”

“You forgot one thing. You’d want to make her come.”

“Is she old enough?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to find out.”

“So you’re gonna let me…”

Before she can finish, I interrupt. “There’s one condition. First you have to let me suck on your gorgeous clit and make you come.”

She holds her arms out invitingly, but I slide off the bed, kneel between her legs and pull her knickers off, burying my face in them and inhaling deeply. She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls me into her. My lips press hard against hers then my tongue searches out her clit and fences with it for a few seconds, then I take it in my mouth and suck hard. It’s like giving a blow job to a little dick. I suck in and out rapidly and hear her start to gasp and groan and feel her hips pushing up against me. I stretch my arms up to reach her tits, fondling them and pinching her nipples tightly. Her groans become little cries, then long hard moans until suddenly she screams, thrusting her hips high and clamping her thighs round my head. I give one last long suck, knowing she’s coming, and hold it in my mouth until I feel her relax.

“Oh, Jesus fuck! Holy shit! You fucking gorgeous bitch, I’ve never come that hard before. Now let me do it to you.”

“Oh, no,” I say, wiping my wet face with the discarded panties. “Now you have to do it to Holly.”

Her flushed face lights up with joy. “Why are you doing this?”

“I want Holly to be gay. I know I don’t have any control over her sexual orientation, but it won’t hurt if she knows the delights of lesbian sex. I’m putting her in your hands. I trust you, Kelly.” I stand up. “I’m going to get her. I may be a few minutes. Leave this door open and just lie there, like that, legs nice and wide, hands behind your head, okay?”

She nods. I take a last look at her, spread-eagled on my bed, her swollen cunt lips dripping with juice. The smell of sex is overpowering. I leave and go out onto the landing.

I knock on Holly’s door. There’s a pause, then the door opens a crack and Maia pokes her head round it. “Can I come in? I need to talk to you guys.”

There’s another pause with some whispering and then she opens the door wide and I step in. Holly is lying on the bed, her panties still on, but with the bow untied and the front spread wide open. Morgan is sitting on the far side of her and Maia regains her seat on this side.

“What were you guys doing to my daughter?” I ask giving them an encouraging smile.

“They were feeling me all over,” Holly says, grinning.

“Who pulled the bow this time?”

“We both did!” crowed M & M.

“And I bet you touched her muffin, you bad, bad girls. I’m gonna have to spank you, but not tonight. Next time you come over, I’m gonna take you both over my knee, lift your dresses, pull your knickers down and spank your bare bums.” They giggle.

“Promise?” they say.

“She will,” Holly says. “She does it to me. It’s kinda fun.”

“Listen, my darling,” I say, “Kelly is on my bed waiting for you. I know you like her.”

“We all do,” says Morgan. Maia nods in agreement.

“And she likes me,” Holly says. “In the changing room when we have gym, she watches us getting dressed and undressed, so I give her a little encouragement.”

“A strip tease?”

“Sort of.”

“Of course you do. That’s who you are, you little tease.” I lean over and tie the little pink bow. “Kelly can have the pleasure of pulling it again,” I say. “Go to her, Holly. Let her be nice to you, my darling.”

She eagerly leaps off the bed and goes to the door, turns and says, “Thank you, Mom.” And then she’s gone.

I lie down in the space she vacated with the girls either side of me. “Now,” I say, “You have to do to me all the things you were doing to Holly. It’s a rule.” They giggle.

“Your knickers don’t have a bow,” Morgan observes.

“Well, you’ll just have to take them off, but first, give me your hand.” I take her wrist and guide her hand down between my legs. “See how nice and smooth the silk is. Ooh, that feels nice!”

“They’re wet,” Morgan says, lifting her hand to her face and sniffing. “And they smell of sex.”

Maia takes the opportunity to put her own hand down there and caresses me through the wet silk. Then she boldly pulls one leg of the tap pants aside and gazes at my dripping wet cunt. “You have such big floppy lips, Misty. Are our cunts gonna be like that?”

“Exactly.”

“Let’s get a look,” says Morgan, and I lift my hips as she tugs the panties down my legs, takes them off my feet and hold them up for inspection, then buries her face in them. I’m amazed that a little girl of eleven could be excited by knicker sniffing, but then again, these two little darlings seem to be quite precocious.

“Did you kiss Holly’s cunt?” I ask.

“We were going to, but you interrupted us,” says Maia.

“Did she kiss yours?”

“No,” says Morgan. “We were too busy playing with the bow and just touching her cunt with our fingers. She really liked it. We wanted to save the kissing until she got really excited so that then she’d want to kiss ours.”

“Have you two kissed each other’s muffins?”

They laugh. “Of course. That’s what all the fuss was about in the school bathroom. We were pretending to be lesbians, licking each other. It was so fun.”

“I think we are lesbians already,” says Maia. “Cunts are so exciting.”

“What about tits? D’you like my tits? They’re kinda small, but they don’t droop and I never need a bra. Look at my nipples, so nice and big. You can touch them if you like.”

In a flash, they’re all over me, caressing my breasts, squeezing them gently, sucking and nibbling on my nipples and I lie back, drowning in pleasure.

“Kelly has tits like mine,” I say. “I imagine Holly’s sucking on them right now.”

“Holly has a huge crush on Miss Lane,” Morgan announces.

“And Miss Lane has the hots for her,” says Maia. “She always watches when Holly gets changed for gym. Her eyes practically pop out of her head.”

“Does she watch you guys, too?”

“She watches everyone, but Holly’s her favorite.”

I try to picture a whole class of eleven year old girls getting undressed, sliding their little knickers down before pulling on their leotards and creating perfect camel toes. I can feel my cunt dripping.

“Now, girls, scoot down the bed and get a nice close look at my cunt, and then you can pretend I’m Holly and do whatever you like to me.”

Grinning, they reposition themselves, and then I feel little fingers touching me, exploring the folds of my cunt, parting my lips and probing inside. My excitement is building. This is the first time I’ve let my cunt be touched by a little girl since I was a teenager, and now I have two of them. My inner paedophile is raging!

“Who wants to make me come?”

“Me! Me!” they squeal.

“Maia, you go first. Touch my clit. Oh my God, you’re setting me on fire. Take it between your first finger and thumb and squeeze it. Now, kiss it! Oh, yes, do that with your tongue. Pheeew! I’m gonna explode! Put your lips round it and suck hard. Aaaagh, I’m gonna come. Oh fuck, Maia, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

My orgasm explodes, waves of delicious shock coursing through my whole body. Maia keeps her lips on my clit, still happily sucking away until I relax and lift her head from between my legs. “Oh, my sweet darling, you made me come. It was incredible. I was in heaven!”

Morgan looks on, clearly jealous that her friend is getting all the attention.

“Now it’s your turn, Morgan. I want you to see how many fingers you can get inside me, okay?” I look down to see her push two, then three fingers into me, her palm uppermost. “Curl your fingers,” I say.

She touches my G spot and I let out a gasp. I know I’m gonna come again soon. Then she pushes the little finger in alongside the others, pushing her hand in and out and rotating it. Her whole hand is dripping with my cunt juice.

“Fold your thumb into your palm and push your hand into me,” I tell her.

“My whole hand? Isn’t it gonna hurt?” One of the endearing things about little girls is that their hands are so small.

“No. Push as hard as you like. If a baby can come out of there, your hand will go in. Go on, push!” I’m so wet that no lubricant is needed. “Push harder!”

Suddenly, her little hand slides right inside me up to her wrist. She gasps with astonishment and I groan with ecstasy. “Make a fist, Morgan, oh yes, that feels so good! Pump it in and out. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Maia’s eyes are huge as she watches her friend’s hand disappearing into my cunt, past the wrist, halfway up her arm. My orgasm builds again. “I’m gonna come, my sweet darling, keep fucking me! Don’t stop until I tell you.”

Once again, the wave of lust breaks over me, sending me into outer space, drowned in pure love for these two little angels. I let Morgan keep fist fucking me for the ten or fifteen seconds it takes for my orgasm to subside, then I tell her that it’s over, she’s sent me to heaven and now I’m exhausted.

She gently pulls her hand out with a slurping noise and looks at it with awe, then looks disbelievingly at my cunt. I lie there, my stretched cunt gaping as they stare at it and I let them look, revelling in their attention.

Morgan looks at Maia. “Wow, we both made her come! How cool it that.”

“That’s what I like about little girls, you have such small hands. Now it’s time for you girls to come. Will you do something for me? I wanna watch you lying head to toe, licking each other.”

Their faces light up and I move over to the edge of the bed to give them room. They lie end to end on their sides and lift their upper legs to provide access, then their heads are buried and I can see little tongues probing and licking, little fingers assisting and darling little cunts being assaulted and surrendering.

I prop myself up on one elbow, gazing at them, realizing that yes, I’m gay, but now I’ve become a total paedophile, that from now on I’ll always want my sex partners to be younger, certainly not older than early teens, perhaps, twelve, eleven, or even ten. How young will I go? I don’t care how young — as long as she can be sexually aroused, I wanna be the one to teach her the thrills of girl sex. Then I think of Holly.

The girls are preoccupied with each other as I slide off the bed and slip out onto the landing. I quietly open my bedroom door and peer inside. My heart misses a beat!

Holly has straddled Kelly’s head and is sitting on her face, her own body lying on that of the gym teacher, her fingers playing with her swollen cunt lips and enormous clit. From time to time, she lowers her head to lick the juice dripping down her perineum and suck on the engorged clit.

My girl looks up and sees me. I don’t see any shock or shame or embarrassment on her face, just perfect happiness. I put my finger to my lips to signal her to stay quiet and I sit on the side of the bed, careful not to transmit my presence to Kelly.

I watch for a few minutes, feeling my excitement build, until Holly sits up and grins at me. I take her wrist, carefully move her hand away from Kelly’s cunt and replace it with my own fingers. I use all my gay expertise to arouse my daughter’s lover, exploring, stroking, pinching, probing, retreating and advancing, every thing I know to stimulate her. Kelly is grunting and groaning like a porn star, but I know she’s not faking it.

Suddenly her hips thrust upwards and I take my hand away and Holly immediately takes over, rubbing her fingertip round Kelly’s huge swollen clit. Kelly lets out a long, high cry, then slumps, her body almost lifeless. Holly lifts herself off Kelly’s face and rolls sideways, then swivels round to lie beside her, her head on her chest.

“Jesus, Holly, you just made me come!” Then she opens her eyes and sees me. “How long have you been there?” she asks.

“Couple of minutes. Hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to see how Holly was getting on.”

She laughs. “Holly was getting on just fine, the little sex fiend. She can’t get enough of my cunt.”

Holly grins. “And you can’t get enough of mine. She made me come, Mom. She licked my cunt until I came, then licked it some more.” She lifts her head and looks at Kelly adoringly. “I love you,” she says. “I’m totally head over heels in love with you.”

Kelly hugs her. “And I love you too, my darling.”

“How are M & M doing?” Holly asks.

“Lying head to tail, the last time I saw them, furiously eating each other’s cunts. They’ve decided that they’re lesbians already.”

“Me, too, Mom. I’m a lesbian.” There’s a shit-eating grin on her face. “From now on, I’m gonna lick every cunt I can get my hands on.”

“Including your mom’s?” asks Kelly, archly.

Holly hesitates. I help her out. “It would be a way of showing how much you love me.”

“But I love Kelly!”

“I wouldn’t be jealous,” says Kelly. “I can’t be with you all the time, my sweet.”

I stand, then kneel back on the bed, swinging my leg over both of them, my cunt just inches from my daughter’s face. “All you have to do is say ‘no’.”

She gazes at my soaking wet cunt, inhales through her nose, then smiles at me. Her hands go on my hips and she pulls me down onto her darling angel face.

The End

Two Little Girls and Their Gym Teacher, Part One

  • Posted on March 14, 2017 at 5:57 pm

By Misty Meadow

I’m picking my daughter Holly up from school and looking for a parking space when she comes hurtling out from the school gate and streaks across the road without looking. Horns honk and tires screech.

She flings the car door open and leaps inside, excitement written all over her face. I’m about to start a lecture on pedestrian traffic safety when she bursts out, “Guess what! M & M were suspended today ‘cos they were caught in a stall in the bathroom with no clothes on and a girl in the next stall heard them and they were saying all sorts of stuff about undressing and fingering each other and she reported them and…” All this comes out in one breath. She’s referring to her two classmates Maia and Morgan, inseparable best friends.

“Hold on,” I say, pulling out into congested traffic. “Slow down. Start at the beginning and tell me what happened.”

“All I know is that this girl reported what she’d overheard and M & M were taken out of class and then we heard they’d been suspended. I haven’t had a chance to talk to either of them yet.”

“Don’t get too excited, Holly. To me it just sounds like two young girls having a bit of naughty fun in the bathroom. I did that sort of thing at your age. Don’t make it a bigger thing than it already is.”

“But the whole school’s talking about it! When they come back to school, everyone’s gonna be laughing at them.”

“Except you.”

“Exactly! Except me. They’re both my best friends and I feel so bad for them.”

“When we get home, you can call them. You can invite them to your birthday party on Saturday.”

“My birthday’s not until next month.”

“So, we’ll bring it forward, just to show them we appreciate them and we’re still good friends. Who else do you wanna invite?”

“Miss Lane.”

Oh, this is perfect! She’s Holly’s gymnastics coach and from what Holly tells me, she’s probably gay and I’m guessing Holly has a crush on her. To be honest, I’ve been interested in Miss Lane for some time now, but never had a chance to talk to her for more than a few minutes.

“Fine. We’ll call her, too. Is it true what they say about her?”

“Oh, yes, I’m pretty sure. She’s always touching us, positioning our limbs and bodies correctly in the gym class. It all looks accidental, but she’s brushed my crotch more than once. Oh, Mom, this is gonna be so cool!”

*****

Everyone hates paedophiles (well not me, I’m hardly in a position to). Most people think of paedophiles as dirty old men in raincoats who hang around outside the school gates with bags of candy in their hands, enticing young girls into their windowless vans and coercing them to have sex, and if the child is unwilling, violently force them to perform ugly acts of depravity. I don’t think that’s quite an accurate picture. Those creeps are the exception and yes, kids need to be protected from them, but there’s a bigger picture. We shouldn’t forget women paedophiles.

Originally the word meant “lover of children,” and in that sense, paedophilia’s widespread, maybe universal, an admirable condition, to be encouraged. But the word’s taken on a sinister connotation, giving rise to images of molested youngsters, damaged for life, so now paedophilia comes somewhere between war crimes and genocide on the acceptability scale.

Almost all little girls are cute in the way that puppy dogs and koala bears are cute which triggers in us a desire to protect them, hug them, kiss them, reassure them, tell them that they’re beautiful and loved, rub their bellies and scratch their ears… sorry, that’s puppies again. But sometimes the wires get crossed, and a child’s cuteness, in addition to arousing protective instincts, arouses sexual urges. Maybe it’s a kind of synesthesia, the blending of two senses, like people who hear colors and taste shapes. The sexual urge is perfectly fine as long as one doesn’t act on it, but if the arousal is enough to overpower one’s restraint, then we have a problem.

But there must be millions of men and women out there who see school letting out, with hordes of young teens and preteens streaming out of the school gates in their uniforms and white socks, and who sigh with longing, but never act on their feelings. Most of them would tell you that the thought of forcing themselves on a kid is horrifying and that all they want is to make a child happy. This might come across as the excuse of an accused offender, but what if it’s true? What if there’s a silent majority out there whose secret desire is to arouse children and who are never discovered? What if the number of underage boys and girls who have sex with an adult and enjoy it and thus never talk about it, is huge? There’s no way to know.

I’m not a paedophile exclusively. My brief marriage was disaster, even though the sex was hot. He was violent and I soon got rid of him and was lucky enough to keep custody of his kid, my darling Holly, now eleven years old. So, strictly speaking, she’s my stepdaughter and I love her to bits. And I’m finished with men.

My obsession with young girls started with little Vicky, a neighbour’s kid whom I babysat when she was ten and I was thirteen. She seduced me, signalling her desire for intimacy by showing off her underwear in so many lewd ways, that she might as well have used semaphore. I took her into the bathroom and was only slightly surprised when she demanded that I get in the shower with her to “soap her back” and then insisted that I lather her all over, including the naughty bits.

“Do it again!” she begged after I’d pushed my soapy finger inside her. Then she proceeded to wash my cunt in exactly the same way. She was the first girl to ever make me come. Over the summer we repeated our adventure several times until, to my dismay, the family moved away. She was in tears when we finally said goodbye, and she never told anyone about how her hymen came to be ruptured.

Kids have sex with kids. Didn’t you? Does that make us all paedophiles? Remember the words of Juliette’s father: “…she hath not yet reached her thirteenth birthday.” Romeo couldn’t have been much older, but you don’t hear audiences at the Globe yelling, “Hey, Romeo, you fucking child molester! Get off the fucking stage!”

Think about this for a moment. Is paedophilia now where homosexuality was a century ago — illegal, immoral, unnatural and deserving of the most extreme punishment? So, does the future hold a golden age in which having consensual sex with an underage person is considered perfectly normal, like gay marriage has become?

*****

Holly and I went shopping in Oxford Street for a party dress for her. On the way home, on the tube, a woman sitting opposite was staring at Holly. Guessing why, I looked sideways at my daughter and sure enough, there she was, sprawled as usual with her legs carelessly spread. The woman had a delicious view up her dress.

I wasn’t surprised. Holly is an incurable exhibitionist. I was the same at her age so it doesn’t bother me, in fact I feel a little thrill when she acts lewdly in front of strangers. Exiting the tube station, I mentioned it and we giggled together like two naughty little girls.

We’ve settled on a simple black dress in a kind of wispy material which would be see-through were it not for the slip that lines it. It would be nice to see her in it without the slip. It’s deliciously short, showing off her slender thighs and it flares out revealingly when she pirouettes. White ankle socks add a “little girl” touch. We also bought a pair of pink silk knickers, split down the front from waist to crotch and tied with a little bow. She looks adorable.

Maia and Morgan arrive, followed minutes later by Miss Lane, who’s dressed in white linen slacks and a cream silk blouse through which I can see a lacy camisole. She looks even more attractive than I remember.

“I’m Misty,” I say, shaking her hand and eyeing her up and down, “we met at the PTA.”

“I remember. Call me Kelly. Hear that, girls? We’re Kelly and Misty this afternoon. You can be formal on Monday, back at school. That’s a nice dress, Holly.”

I know exactly what’ll happen next. Holly pirouettes in a full circle, reverses and spins the other way. Her dress arcs out and reveals her naughty pink knickers beneath. “Oh, what gorgeous knickers,” says her teacher, grinning. “Who gets to pull the little bow?”

“That’s up to Holly,” I say.

“What color knickers are you wearing, M & M?” Kelly asks Holly’s friends.

Without hesitation, they lift up the fronts of their sun dresses. Maia’s are pale blue and Morgan’s are plain white cotton. My pulse quickens. When little girls lift their dresses, it makes my knees go weak.

“What about yours?” they ask us. It’s a fair question. I lift up my skirt and show everyone my white nylon almost see-through knickers. Not to be outdone, Kelly unfastens her slacks at the side and lets them fall. She’s wearing white silk tap pants with lace trimmed legs that match the lace on the camisole I can see through her blouse. She looks tastefully sexy.

“I might as well leave them off,” she says, folding her slacks over the back of a chair. We’re getting off to a good start.

We go into the living room. Presents are given, and soon the girls are sitting on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper, oohing and aahing at the gifts, while Kelly and I relax on the couch. When three eleven-year-old girls in skirts are squatting on the carpet preoccupied with something, you can be sure that you’ll get to see plenty of underwear.

“Aren’t they just adorable!” Kelly breathes, staring at the display.

When the gifts have been thoroughly inspected by all three girls, they dash upstairs to Holly’s room and slam the door.

“So tell me,” I ask Kelly, “what was the suspension all about?”

“M & M were fingering each other in the bathroom stall and were overheard. They were quoted as saying, ‘Oh, that feels nice,’ and ‘Push it in further’, and ‘Pretend I’m a boy and kiss me’. I suspect they’re no strangers to pussy touching.”

“Wow, they’re only eleven.”

“When I was their age I was up to all sorts of naughty stuff, just like that. Weren’t you?”

“Well, I had a lot of sexual fantasies, but I never got to touching until I was thirteen.” I tell her about little Vicky, the memory still fresh in my mind.

“Oh, you bad girl!” she says, mockingly. “So you like young girls, too?”

“Little girls, yes, but big girls as well.”

A gentle smile lights up her face. This might be the moment to make a move on her, but I hear the girls running down the stairs. Never mind, we can continue this conversation later.

“Time to swim, guys,” I call. “Last one in’s a rotten egg.”

“We don’t have our swim suits,” Morgan protests.

“We don’t bother with swim suits in this house. We’re gonna skinny dip.”

“Cool!” say Maia and Morgan in unison, their faces lighting up.

The kids dash out across the patio to the pool in the middle of the lawn and Kelly and I follow at a more leisurely pace, wineglasses in our hands. We sit on the patio steps and watch the girls undress. I’d have liked to see them strip off slowly, one at a time, but in under five seconds, they’re all naked, pulling their ankle socks off, leaving dresses and knickers scattered all over the lawn. They all jump into the pool, swim to the deep end and cluster in a group, laughing and giggling.

I look at Kelly, stand, drop my short skirt and pull my cotton tank over my head. I wait for a beat, letting her look at me, then slide my nylon knickers down and step out of them. Her gaze is riveted on me. I watch her unbutton her blouse, take it off, and let the shoulder straps of her camisole fall from her shoulders. She pushes it down, together with her tap pants, in one smooth movement and steps out of them. Her pussy, like mine, is perfectly shaved. Her tits are small and perfectly shaped, with no need for a bra.

She grins, saying, “There’s not a pubic hair between the five of us.”

She takes me by the hand and together we jump into the pool. She does a few laps then we all gather in the middle of the pool. That’s when the fun begins. The girls invent a game where they swim underwater between our legs as we stand facing each other. I feel arms and legs and hands brushing against my inner thighs and little thrills run through my body. We move farther apart with each pass until we’re well spaced and the girls can no longer manage to stay under long enough. Then they go off to the deep end again and huddle, whispering to each other.

Kelly and I stand in the shallow end, then she hoists herself up on to the pool edge and sits, leaning back on her elbows, legs invitingly spread. I stand, waist deep, in front of her, as close as I dare, admiring her slender body. Whether deliberate or not, her pose is quite lewd. She sees me staring at her pussy with its big floppy lips and amazingly large clit. It must be almost half an inch long.

I have an almost irresistible urge to press my face between her thighs, but manage to control myself. She lifts her heels and puts them on the drain that runs round the pool at the waterline and lets her legs fall open.

“Do you like my cunt?” she asks, bluntly. Most girls would call it a pussy, but the word ‘cunt’ has a nice crude ring to it.

I lean in to inspect it more closely. “You have an amazing clit.”

She grins. “Wanna touch it?”

I glance over my shoulder to where the girls are still huddled. “They might see.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. When I was doing laps, I could see that they were touching each other underwater. That’s why they were giggling.”

“Wow! Really? My girl, too?”

“All of them.”

I look again to see the girls preoccupied, and reach out with both hands to spread her lips, revealing a bright pink cavern. Then I take her clit between my forefinger and thumb and gently pinch it. She lets out a little gasp of pleasure. I look over my shoulder again and see Holly swimming towards me, so I let go and step back.

“Mom!” she says, surfacing beside us. “Were you touching Miss Lane’s… sorry… Kelly’s cunt?”

Her teacher doesn’t seem shocked by Holly’s use of the ‘C’ word. I dodge the question. M & M swim over to us.

“I’m getting cold,” I say, hoisting myself up on the edge and standing. All three girls stare up at us with expressions of… well not quite adoration, but certainly with interest. Kelly stands up and together we collect all the discarded garments from the grass. We go over to where the table and chaise lounges are, in the shade of a big tree. I put the dresses on the table and carefully fold Maia’s pale blue knickers and Morgan’s white ones, pressing them against my cheek. Kelly laughs. We start to dry ourselves with big bath towels.

“So you appreciate knickers too, huh?” She picks up Holly’s pink ones and holds them up. “Someone pulled the bow, look.” The split front gapes wide, the two ribbons hanging down. “I wonder who it was.”

We sit and sip our wine until the girls climb out of the pool and I fold Holly in a towel and rub her body all over, pressing my hand between her legs. I no longer care if M & M see, we’re all complicit. Kelly does the same, first with Morgan, then with Maia, her own hand lingering between the girls’ thighs, until they step away and sit on their respective lounges.

“So, girls,” Kelly asks, “Who pulled the bow?”

M & M look at each other, grinning.

“We both did,” says Maia. “We each took an end of the ribbon and slowly pulled it until the bow came undone and then we spread her knickers open and looked at her cunt.” Is Holly blushing, or is it my imagination?

“Oh, my God!” Kelly breathes. “That must’ve been so exciting. I wish I’d been there.”

“We could re-enact it.” I can hardly believe I’m saying that. It’s one thing to have my own preteen daughter fooling about with other kids, but Kelly is a grown woman, a lesbian to boot and I cold be starting something that might get out of hand.

I expect Holly to be reluctant, a bit shy perhaps, but she eagerly agrees. So I pick up her knickers and carefully tie the bow, making sure the two edges are firmly together, then hold them open for her to step into. She slowly pulls them up her thighs.

“Let Kelly pull the bow,” she says. “Maia, Morgan, you guys have had your turn.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Go for it, Kelly!”

She drops to her knees in front of my daughter and we all stare as she slowly tugs on the bow. We watch breathlessly as the knot slowly comes undone and Kelly reaches with her fingers and spreads the gap wide, revealing my little girl’s cunt in all its glory. Holly smiles at us, then as Kelly leans back out of the way, she spreads the gap even wider with her own fingertips, gazing down at herself, then just as we think we’ve seen it all, she spreads her cunt lips, deliberately displaying the pinkness inside. Kelly sits back on her heels, transfixed.

Holly looks up at her. “D’you like my cunt?”

“Oh, my God, it’s heavenly!” Kelly gasps, her face flushed with excitement.

Holly steps over to me and I carefully re-tie the bow, closing the gates of heaven. “Always leave them wanting more,” I whisper to her.

“Jesus, I nearly came,” Kelly murmurs to me. “It’s no good denying it, I think your little girl’s adorable.”

I lean in close and quietly ask, “Have you ever touched her in the gym class? Not that I’m complaining, but you’d be taking a helluva risk.”

“Oh, the occasional accidental touch, nothing that could be construed as inappropriate.” She keeps her voice low, so the girls can’t hear.

“They don’t mind?”

“No. I think some of them have crushes on me.”

I feel a surge of jealousy. “Does Holly?”

“If she wants to tell you, then she will.”

“If you ever think about retiring, let me know. I want your job.”

She laughs.

I pick up Maia’s blue knickers and hold them for her to step into, but Morgan gets there first. “Maia and I are gonna swap knickers,” she says.

“We are?” says Maia. “Okay, if you want to.”

I pull the knickers up Morgan’s legs and then hold her knickers for Maia. She pulls them all the way up to form a distinctive camel toe. Then I take Kelly’s silk tap pants and look at her. She reads my mind and nods. I pull them on. All four of them make appreciative noises. Kelly tells me I can keep her tap pants as a gift, then takes my knickers and dons them.

“You’re the only one wearing your own knickers,” I say to Holly.

She murmurs something which might be, “Not for long,” then adds, “Let’s go to my room.” The girls run indoors and upstairs.

“While they’re having fun, we’ll go to my room,” I say, taking Kelly’s hand.

Continue on to Part Two

Lily Robin, Chapter 6

  • Posted on March 6, 2017 at 5:35 pm

By Louisa May

I called up to them. “Get the bath going, girls! I’ll be up soon!”

“‘KAY!” Amid laughter.

I turned back to the kitchen to clean up the area around the fridge that had been spattered by coconut cream. And on the island. And the fridge handle. Hmm. . . I licked the hand that had held the handle. Oh, that was GOOD.

I remembered I’d been poisoned. In a good way, but still. I hoped I could keep remembering that. No telling what might happen. I heard the bath water run upstairs.

And all of a sudden, outside the kitchen window, it seemed the sky fell in. At first I thought it was the bath, somehow strangely louder. But no – rain, rain, rain! Quite a heavy downpour. I opened the french doors to the deck. Mm, nice. Mild, clean, and soaking everything. I stood gazing out at the rushing rainstorm, and heard another, more chaotic rushing – of little feet, down the stairs. They were still topless, caked with cake, and still poo-stained.

“Ooh, ooh, rain! RAIN!” Lily clapped her hands, hugged Lisa, who chanted along: “Rain, rain!”

Lily ran to the doorway to the deck. The rain was coming down hard. We felt the warm, fresh spray. She turned to me. “Can we play in it? Please??”

Lisa: “Please? Please??” They hugged and literally jumped up and down. Eleven? More like four!

I smiled. It sounded like fun. “Sure, get all that stuff washed off you.”

Lily grinned. “I know!” And she immediately stripped. Of course. She tossed her soiled shorts and socks and shoes theatrically on the floor, then struck a heroically naked pose, both arms up and out. Oh, my little darling. There was her little slit, still rosy from our latest Clean Check. Her grin to me had a bit of the secret, then she turned to Lisa.

Who turned to me, her face ablush with eagerness and trepidation. Her eyes held just the slightest of glazes. I looked at her with a simple shrug that said: “Not my call, babe. Your move.” And with an intrepid grin, she peeled her leotard the rest of the way down, and kicked it expertly into the Lily pile, and turned triumphantly to Lily.

I took a deep breath and masked it with a look out the door. God, she was beautiful — really, classically beautiful. A dancer, in every sense: her long, smoothly muscled body; just blooming breasts with the beginning bumps; her bottom, heart-shaped, and also beginning to bloom, the hips with that tensile firmness; and her legs, my God. . . so perfectly formed, and chiselled now. My little sister. . .

“Wow, Lisa, you are beautiful!” Lily’s mouth was open.

Lisa’s whole body blushed at that, and she smiled. “Silly,” she murmured.

“Come on!” Lily strode out into the downpour.

Lisa followed her, squealing under the stream. Lily hopped, and sang, Lisa swayed, and danced; they both held hands and their mouths open to the rain, and the rain obligingly ran down and around their young, naked bodies. . .

At one point Lily hugged Lisa, who reciprocated, and they began enjoying their mutual slipperiness – first Lily, then Lisa would try to hold on to the other, while twisting and dolphining against each other, giggling and laughing. . .

I just looked on in wonder. Lustful wonder, yes – it did make me incredibly horny, watching my two naked little angels play with each other. Oh my, oh my, oh my. I sighed, big-time. What I wanted to do was join them, of course – get naked and squish myself up against them, and be a little girl with them, and be a big girl with them, and teach them pleasure, wet, wet, delicious . . .

What I did was call them in. Boo. “Okay, come on, girls–”

“Ohhh–”

“–Bath should be ready by now.”

“Yaaay!!” And on cue they ran into the kitchen, past me to the stairs, and up again. I heard a slap! And a squeal from Lisa.

Big sigh again. Poor me, I have to watch two gorgeous little girls have fun, mostly naked. Woe is me. Oh grow up, I said to my silly self, and put a mop to the kitchen floor.

After another ten minutes or so, I’d finished downstairs, and headed up. It was definitely quieter than before, I noticed. They’re probably pretty sleepy by now – a bath would certainly do the trick. A towel and PJ’s, brush teeth and to bed. The Responsible Babysitter’s Guide. . .

When I neared the bathroom, it WAS quieter: just the hum of the whirlpool jets, the bubble of the water – and a sort of cooing sound. I stuck my head in, and saw little naked Lily, now pink-wet, sitting up on the edge of the tub. She was looking down at Lisa in the tub; looked up at me and put a finger to her lips, with a smile. Then she looked back down at Lisa.

Lisa’s small, elegant feet were on each side of Lily as she faced her. As I came closer to the over-sized tub, I saw that my sister’s head lay back in the bubbling water. She looked at me, and now her eyes were quite glazed. Her mouth hung open. Her little nipples were hard and almost purple. A whirlpool jet buzzed away between her legs.

“Oh, Lou. . .” she breathed. “Oh, it’s. . . it’s so amazing. . .” Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment. BIG sigh. Her toes curled, and Lisa held them.

Lisa opened her eyes again to me. “I never felt like this. . . ever, ever. . .” Her discovery was so wonderfully innocent.

Lily murmured to us both, “I was doing it to myself,” she stroked Lily’s toes, “and then I showed Lisa. . .” she kissed a toe. She was looking down at Lisa, who stared back at her, almost oblivious. “She never did anything like this.” Lily kissed another toe, then sucked it into her mouth.

Lisa gasped, then giggled low, almost like a baby who’s too tired to laugh. Another wave passed through her and the baby became a little girl discovering true, deep pleasure. A high-pitched “Ohh!”

I knelt by the tub and watched. Lily brought her feet up and squatted before Lisa. She spoke as if to a very young student of hers. “I like to rub myself, too.” She pressed her fingers to her pink and open slit and began rubbing. I could see her juices were still flowing, my horny little devil. Her pudgy fingers slipped easily between her rosy lips, then out and around and around.

She stared at Lisa, who stared back. Lily dug at herself. “It feels really good, huh?”

Lisa nodded, then couldn’t keep it in: “Ohh, it feels SO good? So so good. Mmmm. Ooooh!”

Lily thrust her hips forward, frigging away. “I like to do it when you’re doing it, too. I like to feel good with you.”

Lisa nodded, her mouth open. “Uh-huhhh. . .” Another shudder shook her.

Lily frigged faster. I could hear her wet little flap-flap-flapping above the hum of the whirlpool.

Lisa made a little ‘huh!’ sound and her whole body froze. Her toes extended completely, en pointe. And little Lily moaned as she herself brought herself to a little cummy. Lisa watched, in her suspended state.

They both ceased quietly – no big collapse, no screaming. But real. They panted for a few moments. Then Lily hit the off-jet button and slid into the water. Her face was inches from Lisa’s. “That felt good, huh?”

Lisa nodded, dazed. Her blond hair swayed around her head like seaweed. She scratched her nose. “That was awesome.”

Lily grinned in her face. “I know, isn’t it?” She turned to me. I had my arms folded on the edge, watching them. Lisa, too, turned her pretty, flushed face toward me. Her look was of serene happiness, mixed with just a touch of shyness.

And it was Lisa, my dear little sister, who extended the invitation. “Come in with us, Lou.”

Lily nodded fiercely. “Yeah! You have to.”

I smiled at my angels. “I don’t think that’s a great idea. . .”

Lily rose to stand. The water came up just to her cute inny belly button. “It’s the best idea ever! Whattaya mean?” A big lock of her wet, dark hair stuck to her cheek.

“Well. . . what if your parents come back while I’m romping naked in the tub with you? Hm?”

“They’re not going to be back until late late late. Mama said.” And she fell back with a Sploosh!

True. And Josette had said she’d call first if they came back early, in case I wanted to make other plans. . .

Lily scooted right up to my face. “You have to.”

Lisa moved in beside her. Both their pretty little wet faces were within breathing distance.

Lily: “Please?” And kissed my cheek.

Lisa smiled and kissed my other cheek. “Pretty please?” she whispered.

Well. I rolled my eyes at them and stood. Lily grinned as I began removing my clothes. OFF with the Gap shirt –

“Ooh, your boobies!”

“They’re so pretty, Lou.” Lisa was watching me, fascinated. She really hadn’t seen me naked, not since I was a teenager with no boobs to speak of, and definitely not since I’d, well, become a woman. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, Lees.”

“Your nipples are so cool!” As Lily touched a finger to one. I did have rather long nipples, and they got even longer when I was excited. They were very long right then. She giggled. “They’re like erasers!”

I stood there half-undressed, my hands at my belt. “I guess that’s good. . .”

“Let her take her pants off, Lily.”

Lily slipped back into the tub by Lisa. “Yeah, get naked!” She and Lisa looked at each other and laughed. Lily kissed Lisa’s nose, then put a protective arm around her neck. Lisa leaned into her new friend.

I peeled my jeans down, a bit self-conscious in front of an audience! I shucked them and folded them, then hung them on a towel rack.

I’d forgotten about my little surprise, but Lily noticed. “Hey, your underpants!”And indeed, I’d found a pair with the same pattern I’d seen on her that first night: purple with pink and white hearts. I turned for her, showing off the big white heart on the bottom.

Lily murmured to Lisa, “I had the same kind of underpants when she was my babysitter. . .”

Lisa said, “I like them.”

I turned and started to take them off, when Lily stopped me. “Wait!” I turned to her, expectant. “Umm. . . I never saw your bottom naked.” She turned to Lisa, who looked at her, intrigued.

They both looked back at me. Lisa said, politely, “Lou?”

“Hmm?”

“Could you show us your bottom? Naked?”

I snorted a small laugh at their courtliness, then said, “Why, of course I can, girls.” I turned and looked back at them. Two cute 10 and 11-year-old girls waiting for their strip show! They both now had their arms over the edge of the tub, and their lips were slightly parted in fascinated anticipation.

I tucked both thumbs into the waistband. “Like this?” They nodded solemnly. So I proceeded, pulling the panties down my bottom, slowly. God, this was so erotic, I was swimming. I felt the band slide down my butt, over my crack, then to the crease between my legs and my ass. . .

Looking back, I could see that one of Lily’s hands had disappeared into the water. “Feel good?” I asked her.

She nodded, smiling. “Your bottom is so, so sexy.” Lisa nodded.

Lily went on, “It’s not smushy like Mama’s, it’s –”

“Beautiful.” Lisa stared at her sister. “Really, really beautiful.”

“Thank you, dear.” I squeezed my butt. “Can I finish taking them off now?”

They both nodded. Lily held out her arms. “Now get in with us!”

I put away the panties and clambered naked into the bath. It was quite capacious, easily able to hold four adults. Lily and Lisa both crowded in on me in the middle, their heads bobbing, while I squatted, my nipple-hard boobs at water level.

Lily was so excited, she could hardly breathe. “Do the whirlpool!” Her little crotch rubbed against my knee under water.

Lisa enthusiastically agreed. “Oh, Lou, yes! Do it! It is So So Awesome!”

Lily was looking down, peering through the water at my own crotch. “You have a lot of hair, too. Right? A lot of hair on your vagina.”

I looked down, musing. The water was quite clear. “Not a whole lot, but, yeah, I do have some.”

“Furry.” She grinned and scrambled up to the ledge again. “‘Cause look, mine is all naked. See?” She held her pink little puss open for inspection.

Lisa hopped up on the ledge beside her and splayed herself. “Me, too. I don’t have any hair, either!” And she also presented her slick little vulva, rather more elegantly than Lily, I saw: Lisa used two fingers to spread herself, whereas Lily just dug right in and spread ‘em.

I was somewhat dazed. “Yes, I see. I. . . do see.”

Lily looked over at Lisa’s presentation. “Wow. . . yours has like a tongue coming out!”

Lisa bit her lower lip, pride mixed with shyness. She looked down at herself. “Yeah. . . sometimes it just sticks out like that.” A pink little kitten nose peeked out. Actually, more like a full-grown cat nose.

Lily leaned down and stuck her own tongue out at Lisa’s lower one. “Mmmn, yourSELF!”

They both giggled. Oh my God. Lovely.

Lily inspected Lisa’s little pussy tongue closely. “It’s so cool. . .” She checked out herself again. “Mine is kinda fatter. . . and redder. ‘Cause I rub it a lot!” And she demonstrated, then looked over at Lisa, her little fingers still fondling her swollen lips. “Do you like to rub yours too?”

Lisa had been watching Lily masturbate, fascinated. She idly stroked her own, more delicate- seeming cunt as Lily rubbed away. Dreamily, she nodded. “But I don’t really rub. . . just kind of. . . play with it. . .” Which she was doing, to apparently good effect. Then, almost on cue, they both looked at me. For a moment, they just looked at me, playing with themselves. A mental snapshot, never to be forgotten.

Lily spoke: “Show us your vagina, Louisa.”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah, show us yours, Lou.” And she slid down again, into the bath, followed by Lily, who slapped the ledge they’d just left. Then she grinned at me, and bit my shoulder. In her enthusiasm, it actually hurt.

“Ow.”

She grimaced with a hiss, and kiss-kiss-kissed it better. “Sorry sorry sorry! I just wanted to eat you for a second, sorry!”

Lisa kissed the shoulder, too. “She’s sorry,” she giggled, then kissed my ear. A quick, elfin whisper, “I love you, Lou.” Back away, shy smile.

I rubbed my arm and smiled, at both of them, at their hopeful faces. I took a breath and climbed up on the Viewing Stand. I repressed a sudden urge to giggle like a madwoman, then took another breath and spread my legs wide for the girls’ edification.

They both surged forward. “Ohh, it’s so beautiful!”

“It’s like a seashell!”

Lily petted my pubes. “So much hair! And so soft. . .”

Lisa joined her in petting the puss. “It’s not like your regular hair, it’s thicker –”

“– especially up here,” as Lily ran her hand over the pubes above my twat. “It’s really bouncy here!” Lisa tried it, and, yes, she thought so too!

I touched their wet little heads, their slick, thin shoulders, arms. . . I was really in another world; kind of a constant, low-grade orgasm. I breathed slowly and deeply.

Lily touched a finger to my labia. “THIS is nice and smushy.” She held a lip between her pudgy thumb and finger. She smiled up at me. “It’s like. . . raspberries.” She continued to fondle it, twisting the plump flesh in her fingers. Almost to herself: “Really juicy raspberries. . .”

I couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping. Lisa’s eyes were wide now, her eyes riveted on me and my pussy. Lily looked at her, and Lisa touched a finger to my pussy lips. “It IS like a seashell. . .” Her wet finger slid up, to the apex, and found my clit.

“Mmm. . .” I murmured. She watched me, fascinated. Having just experienced something similar, she was eager to see how I responded.

Lily kissed me on my lips. I watched her little face down there, and felt her puffy little lips press against me.

Just that, was enough to kick my whole sensual being up a big old notch. “Ohhh, my God, Lily. Ooohh. . .” Lily came away and admired the reaction.

Lisa looked at Lily, who smiled back at her, brows up. A look that said, “I know, can you believe I just did that??!” Lisa bit her lip and looked up at me. All I could do right then was look dazed with lust. She swallowed, then leaned in and kissed my pussy lips. She came away and looked immediately at Lily.

Lily whispered to her, “I like how she tastes.” Lisa nodded.

My hands moved, of their own accord, down to my pussy, and I spread myself more fully apart. Lily smiled up at me, and immediately took the cue. She pressed her face against me now, and not only kissed, but started licking, and sucking. I felt her little button nose burrowing against the slick walls of my cunt. Lisa took the hint – it was certainly a day of new things! – and brought her own pretty mouth to my clit area. She inexpertly mouthed and lipped away at my hoodie and its pearl.

But really, her technique, and Lily’s, was no hindrance to my enjoyment. Indeed, it wasn’t even about the act itself, as much as the facts: these two amazing little naked, wet princesses slurping away between my legs as I, their babysitter and older sister, buck naked, held my gushing pussy open for them.

And that image, in my mind, and there before me in the flesh, set me off: “Ohhh, OhhHH, girls, here it is, here it is my babies, here I. . . ohhhHHHH my GOD, hHoH, hoh, hohh, OOOOooooohhh. . .”

The troupers, they slurped up every last drop.

THE END

Lily Robin, Chapter 5

  • Posted on February 28, 2017 at 2:51 pm

By Louisa May

Boy, I sure hadn’t changed much. I might be an Olympic Volleyball Hopeful (my title in the local press), and recipient of the Freshman Scholar-Athlete Award, but I was still living in Fantasyland. And now, weirdly, my fantasies were starting to seep into my reality!

I listened to the rollicking voices in the kitchen: Lily, with that delicious, tiny-alto laugh of hers. She had this sly growl in it that grew in intensity, a delightfully carnivorous laugh. And Lisa’s, that high whoop of hers, I’d forgotten. . . she did sound like some silly little bird, whooping away. I hadn’t heard that laugh much at all, from Lisa – I loved that it seemed so unlike her, so wacky, and foolish, whereas she herself was so self-contained. . .

Lily had, of course, been a fantasy of mine ever since our lusty one-night stand four years ago. And if I’d been self-sex-driven before meeting her, well, afterward. . . let’s just say I always had a tube of hydrocortisone cream with me. But after a couple of years, the Lily fantasy (reality) had become another page in my Rolodex of Dreams. A well-used page, yes, with stars and doodles on it, but still, one among many.

And then I entered the smorgasbord that is College, and found out it’s Okay to be Gay, at least among my crew (the Gym Dawgs). Heck, at college you could pretty much have any kind of sex with anything or anybody, as long as you kept your grades up. So I kind of didn’t really need fantasy there for awhile, at least for the time it took for the novelty of Coming Out to wear, if not off, then down.

And so coming home seemed the perfect time for a Break, in the truest sense: a time to separate from others, and find out what it was I really wanted. Or didn’t want. A personal retreat, if you will. It all sounds very admirable, doesn’t it? What I did, for the first week or so, was spend most of my time in my . . . Meditation Space. In bed.

Fortunately, Mom was busy most of the time, or it might have seemed a bit anti-social of me. I did luxuriate! My hands, mouth, ass, pussy – my beautifully taut, muscular body – hello, friend! It’s been a while! Now let’s get to know each other again. . .

And what’s funny is that, about three or four days into this marathon of self-pleasuring, I got the call from Mrs. Claire. I spoke to her while idly diddling myself. I must admit, her French accent drove me wild; it was such wonderful agony to repress the orgasm that kept trying to occur. And the fact that she was completely unaware, of course, that as we spoke I was naked as a jaybird with my hand busy in my bushy business – that made it all the more delicious.

I do recall that at one point during the conversation (well, more her talking and me responding with ‘OK’s’ and ‘uh-huh’s'), she did ask me if I’d been running. Woops. “Actually, yes. Gotta keep in shape! Sorry for the heavy breathing.”

“Oh, no, non non. You are an athlete, you must! How I envy you. The Olympics, mon dieu!”

Ooh, that French. “Maybe the Olympics. Don’t know yet.”

“Well, we all cross our fingers, yes? Oh, I must fly. Thank you, Louisa, thank you so much.”

“No problem. ‘Bye.” I hung up the phone and sank two fingers into my cunt, flexing my hips. At the same time, the thought of Lily burst onto my consciousness, and I came like gangbusters.

And – there was the issue of my sister. As proper and responsible as I’d like to believe myself to be, at least deep deep down – the sight of her at the door in her leotard. . . tanned, long smooth dancer muscles; pretty, fine-boned face, with big blue eyes and high cheekbones; soft, golden hair – well, it set my fantasy mind going, of course. Even if, when we stood around talking, I pretended it wasn’t. She’s my sister. There’s our mother. Of course she’s pretty, she’s a dancer.

No good.

I finally pushed myself away from the front door and headed in the direction of the kitchen. Look, I told myself. It’s one thing to fantasize – it’s quite another to be discovered molesting two preteen girls who happen to be your neighbor and your own sister! New local paper headlines: “Olympic Volleyball Hopeful Netted for Child Abuse!” “Lesbo Kiddie Kreep Spiked!” No thank you.

The laughter coming from the kitchen area seemed even more boisterous. Such whoops and hollers! Maybe I better do my job. . .

As I came in, something flew past me. “What the heck was that?!” It looked like dirt.

Immediately, the laughter stopped. A few repressed giggles ensued, and heavy breathing. I saw Lisa hiding behind the island. Lily seemed to be stalking her, pacing by the refrigerator with something in her hand. She had a dark ring around her mouth, and her look to me was of the innocent devil.

I tilted my head. “What is that?”

She held out her hand. “Brownie.” She looked at it. It seemed a bit. . . squashed. “With chocolate icing, but this one doesn’t have any icing anymore. . .”

I noticed that, besides her mouth, chocolate icing seemed to be on her clothes, too. And in her hair. Hm.

I gestured to her. “Turn around.” Yes, everywhere. “Looks like somebody pooped their pants.”

Lily guffawed, her hand to her mouth.

“I did that!” Lisa had stood up. Her headband now hund around her neck, and she now wore only her leotard – apparently her skirt had vanished. She too had a chocolate mouth-ring, and bore battle smudge wounds.

Lisa’s color was high. She seemed, not hysterical, but on the lesser verge of hysterical laughter. Her words tumbled out. “We were looking for Diet Coke –”

Lily provided footnotes. “I thought we had some in the pantry. . .”

“– and then Lily found these kind of chocolate-cake brownies in this,” referring to a half- empty, half-covered plate, “so we –”

“They’re really good, here, have one.” I absently accepted a brownie from Lily, listened to Lisa. I took a bite. To Lisa: “So you. . .”

She nodded. “So we ate some, and they were REALLY good, and then Lily was catching them in her mouth –”

“Not the whole thing, just. . . like this,” and she tossed the little formless lump of chocolate straight up – it fell into her mouth. She stuck up her fists and grinned triumphantly.

“But at first she was missing a lot, too.” Lily stuck a chocolate tongue out at Lisa, who giggled.

I cocked an eyebrow at Lily. “I can imagine.” Tongue out at me, too. “So how did you come to poop your pants?”

They both squealed with laughter. Wow, easy house. Lisa, breathlessly whooping: “You pooped your pants, you pooped your pants!” while Lily turned her butt to us and made poopy noises, which made Lisa laugh even harder.

“Oh! Oh! I’m laughing too hard!” Lisa stopped to get her breath, and in the sudden quiet, Lily made a small “plbbt!” sound. Which started Lisa right back up.

And as Lisa whooped, Lily touched my hand. One look. Then she said, “We were throwing it a little, and then I kinda smushed some on her dress, and so she smushed some on me, too. . .” She picked up Lisa’s skirt, which had been lying on the floor. On closer inspection, it, too, had been poopied.

Lisa was red in the face. She took a deep breath, then looked down at her leotard. She pulled a bit at the crotch. She looked up sheepishly. “I think I peed myself a little bit.”

“Peepee and poopie,” Lily murmured. Lisa giggled, a little wearily.

I popped the last bite of brownie in my mouth. It was, indeed, delicious. “ALRIGHT, girls: we have to clean up here. And I mean CLEAN.” Lily’s eyes were huge with hope. “Just. . . clean.” Her eyes dimmed a bit, a little pout just for me.

I scrabbled in a broom closet, found some supplies. “First, all pieces and crumbs in the trash. Then sweep. Then mop. Got it?”

“Got it!” In synch.

“Good! Then we’ll talk about showers and such.” The phone rang. “I’ll get this in the other room.” They looked at each other. “Get going, girls!” They did.

“Hello?”

“Louisa, hi. It’s Josette.”

“Hi. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing, I’m just, I’m such a terrible mother, I forgot to give you a number to call me in case anything happened.”

“Oh, that’s – that’s fine, what is it?”

“Ready? It’s 348-2278.”

“348-2278. Got it.”

“And how are things going?”

“Oh, good, I guess.” Better tell her now. “I had to break up a little food fight.”

“No!” She laughed. “Oh, my dear, I am so sorry!”

“Oh my god, it was not your fault, absolutely. They’re just pretty wired, I guess, and the sugar just put ‘em over the edge.”

“Ohh, the coconut cream? Mon dieu, what a mess. . .”

“What? Oh, no, actually, it was the brownies.”

“The what?”

“The, you know, the little chocolate cakes. The brownies. On the plate?”

There was a silence.

“Hello? Josette? Did I lose you?”

“No, I’m . . . I’m here, Louisa.” Another silence, then: “Umm. . . the square, chocolate cakes that were in the pantry? Under the plastique?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure. . . yes, Lily said she got it from the pantry, so, yes.”

“Ah. Well, Louisa, erm . . . how to say, how to say. . .”

“How to say what?”

“Erm. . . Louisa. . . I make these, these cakes special, for my husband–”

“Oh, I am so sorry, I –”

“Non, wait, wait. It is because, erm. . . you see, Jacques, my husband. . . he drinks, quite a lot, sometimes, and. . . oh, I am embarrassed to say –”

“It’s okay, really, I –”

“No, it’s not, I say he drinks too much, yes, but the essential, the main thing. . .do you know what are ‘hash brownies’?'”

I looked at the phone. “Hash brownies?”

“We say ‘gâteau haschisch’.”

“I know what they are. . .”

“Yes, well. . . for as long as we have been married, actually longer, when we were at Academie together, I make the. . . hash brownies for when I know Jacques will need them the next day because of . . . la gueule, the. . . sick after drinking. . .?”

“Hangover.”

“Yes, the hangover, bad, very bad. But, when he eats some of the gateaux. . .”

“All better. . .”

“Eh bien, not all, non non, but, yes, better. . . so. . .”

“So. . .” Wow. No wonder my girls were peeing their pants. I better go see how they are –

“How much did they have?”

I chuckled. “Actually, I don’t think very much, really. Most of it ended up on the floor. Or on their clothes. There’s still more than half the plate left, I think.”

“Okay. . .” I could hear her deliberate. “Should I come home, do you think?”

“Oh, no. No, really. They’re fine, believe me. It wasn’t, I mean, they weren’t very strong, were they? The brownies?”

“No, I always make it so there are a lot of cakes, and each one has just a little of the, the –”

“Special ingredient.” The phrase struck me as so absurd that I almost giggled. Hmm.

“Yes, the. . . special ingredient, yes. So. . .”

“Well, good. Definitely a new twist, but. . . should be fine.”

“Yes?”

“Oh yeah, really. I’m gonna go check on them now, I had them clean up their mess. Then it’s showers and to bed.”

“Yes, I’m sure they’ll be ready for bed quite soon.” She sighed, a little hiss over the phone. “Oh, and you can use the tub, too, there’s a big bathtub in our room. Whatever you want.”

“Thank you. Well! I have the number, and if you need to know anything, I’ll give you a call.”

“Thank you, Louisa. You are just an angel. I am so so sorry about all –”

“Oh stop. You’d do the same for me. And by the way, I had one, too. Brownie. They’re really good. I don’t think your husband deserves you.” I heard myself and wished I had instant replay.

But she took it in stride. “Well. . . you may be right. . .” almost as an afterthought. “Oh but now we’re off to another house!” She whispered, “will this evening never end?” Then she laughed briefly, her old social self. “High society. It’s so much work, Louisa! I must fly. Adieu, ma chere!” Click.

I looked at the phone again, and kissed it. Then I realized that my affection for it might have something to do with the brownies. Better go and check my girls.

The kitchen was clean, amazingly. Not the same could be said for the girls. They stood before me, as if on parade. Both wore expressions of solemn laugh-holders. And both were now topless, Lisa with her leotard rolled down to her waist.

Apparently they had now gotten into the coconut cream pie, too, because both girls wore a beard and mustache made of coconut cream. And both had pasties, too. I gazed, astonished, at the thick dabs of coconut cream pie icing that covered their nipples. Lisa was one big blush from belly to forehead, but her lips quivered with barely suppressed mirth. And one of her pasties had a little comma through it, revealing the middle of a newly risen breast lump.

I looked at Lily, who looked up, away, then at me. She opened her mouth slightly, and I saw the bit of coconut cream that may very well have been licked? off of Lisa quite recently. Hmm. . .

“Have either of you gentlemen seen Lisa or Lily around?”

They shook their heads solemnly.

“Hmm. Well, I just wanted to compliment them on a job well done.”

Lily cleared her throat. “We’ll tell them,” in a deep, mannish voice. Lisa nodded sagely.

“Well, ” I crossed to the doorway. “I did want to tell them that they could take a bath in the big bathtub, but I guess if they’re not here. . .”

They erupted. “Yaaay, a bath!” Lily grabbed Lisa’s hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “It’s huge, it’s like a big whirlpool, it is so cool. . .” and they were up.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Lily Robin, Chapter 4

  • Posted on February 22, 2017 at 2:59 pm

By Louisa May

“Guess we’ll have to wait for that, huh!” We had both jumped at the same time: I, to the vanity on her dresser, and she to scramble back into her shorts and blouse. I called down the stairs, “Coming!” and looked back at my girl.

Her face was still pretty flushed; her hair nice and frowzy. She stood before me, hands out. “See? Fresh and clean!”

I smiled. “Yep, fresh and clean.” I brushed a stray lock from her face. “Brush your hair, then come down. Okay?”

She nodded, and touched a finger to my lip. “You’re all wet and kissy.”

I looked in the mirror and, yes I was. I dabbed my mouth on my shoulder. Still rosy, but, oh well. “Here we go!” I jogged down the stairs to open the front door.

“LOU!” My little sister had her arms out. I grabbed her, and we hugged. My mom stood behind her, smiling, but in a rush, as always. She held Lisa’s overnight bag. Lisa’s valet, tapping her toe.

I broke the hug and held her at arm’s length. “Let me look at you.” Lisa made a little pirouette, expertly, of course. “Oh my gosh, girl. . . you have grown like, a foot or something.” Mom smiled, and nodded, and looked at her watch.

“And look at you, you’re still in dance clothes!”

Lisa made a face. “I didn’t even have time to change.”

She looked anything but. Her golden blonde hair was held back with a purple headband, her fit dancer body sleek in leotards and skirt. I noticed her legs were bare. Such supple legs!

She noticed my look. “Yeah, I got to take my tights off in the car. I’m a sweaty mess. Whew!”

I really was impressed. “You are so not. You are a very pretty girl, Lisa.”

She blushed at my candor. Mom said, “Don’t give her a bigger head than she already has.” She smiled at Lisa. “She’s been dancing all day, and she won first prize!”

Lisa blushed even harder, and looked down. “Yeah.”

“Wow, that is awesome!” I hugged her, then kissed her forehead. She smiled.

“Yay, Lisa!!” Lily proclaimed form the top of the stairs.

“Hey, Lily!” Lisa loped toward the stairs. She held her arms out and Lily jumped. They both almost fell over, but I was there to back them up. It was funny: Lisa, with her sylph-like dancer’s form, was just a wee bit taller than Lily, even though Lily was (almost) two years older. And whereas Lily still had her little-girl, doll-like quality, Lisa had grown and lengthened, so that she really did have that classic long-necked, dancer’s bod.

“Okay, girls, I have to go,” Mom broke in, handing me Lisa’s case. “Tell Josette how thankful we are, she is such a dear –”

“I know, I will. Is that silk?” She wore an evening dress, casual, but still, spaghetti-strap, black with a shiny pink top.

“Oh please. Polyester, I think.”

“It fits you so well.”

She smiled. “Spandex.”

“Oh. Well, it does, though.”

“Thank you, hon.” She gave me a kiss. “And YOU are a dear for watching these two.”

‘These two’ had already run into the kitchen.

“And you do get to be with your sister for at least a little bit, right?” Mom opened the door. “And she definitely needs a shower before bed.”

“Gotcha. Have fun.”

She made a face. “Council meeting. How much fun? But thanks.” And she left.

I closed the door, and leaned against it. Laughs and giggles came from the direction of the kitchen. Those two. I shook my head. Night and day, I thought. Or, coffee and milk. Lily and Lisa. What was I going to do with them? Lily – well, I knew what I wanted to do there. For days and days. . .

STOP. Lisa had come for ME and she was my sister, for God’s sake. I loved her. Really. But we didn’t see much of each other, and hadn’t for years. Since she was three years old, she’d wanted to be a dancer, and at six, had started going away to a special school just for Dance.

I used to make fun of her in my How-Incredibly-Annoying-Can-I-Be-To-Everybody years (roughly, 13 to 17, and I can still turn it on in a pinch!) “Little Miss Tutu Cute!” “You walk like a Duck!” But she was always pretty amazingly serene for her age, and bore it all like a, well, like a professional dancer, I guess.

I was also, in those roguish days, pretty sex-driven. Like, all the time. Not that I was in and out of bed with everybody – at that time, I was fuzzy on which sex I wanted to go to bed with! I leaned towards girls, but felt very weird and alien for feeling that way, and so did my best to lean the other way towards Boys. Very exhausting.

My fantasy life was chock-full, however. I’d sometimes skip school and spend the entire day in bed with my own sex toys: my hands, my cunt, my ass, my mouth – and my ever-expanding fantasy life. And during these sex binges, lasting sometimes days, if I happened to run into Little Miss. . . well, I became a lot more friendly than usual, you could say.

Not that I went as far as I eventually did with Lily. That happened after Lisa had started going away to school. But what happened with Lily had been warmed to, prepared, let’s say, by the preliminary intimacies I enjoyed with Lisa back when she was maybe 4 or 5 years old. I know, I’m such a perv. Yum.

And I’ll tell you, I was such a BITCH most of the time to her back then, that when I wasn’t a bitch, even if I might instead seem kind of weird and creepy, I think she much preferred that to Lou-lou the Bitch. (That’s what she called me, Lou-lou. Not The Bitch part. She could’ve, though.)

Mostly I’d pet her and hold her and stuff. And she liked it. One time, I remember I was in the middle of some powerfully good fingerpainting, and Lisa, probably five years old, walked right in. Fortunately, I’d been under the covers, which I didn’t always do, so I just froze. But God, I was a lusty mess. And Lisa just wandered aimlessly about the room, asking five-year-old questions.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just. . . napping, kiddo.” I slowly started circling myself.

“Oh,” as she circled the bed. She wore what was to become her virtual uniform: a leotard. A little pink leotard, bunched at the butt. “What’s that?” Pointing at my Joan Jett poster.

“Joan Jett and The Blackhearts,” I breathed, an image of Joan staring at me and sticking her fingers in my twat flashed, and I had a mini-cum. Love having them.

I must have made a little noise. “What’s wrong?” Lisa was looking down at me. Her big blue eyes were concerned.

I touched my idle hand to her face. “Nothing, honey. I’m just a little hot.” Oh yes I am!

She put a cool palm to my sweaty forehead. “Maybe you have a fever.” She sniffed. “It smells like tunafish in here.”

I smiled. “Yeah, I just had a sandwich.” I picked her up and slung her onto me so that she lay full on my body, above the covers. She grinned. I never treated her nicely – this, apparently, was a pleasant surprise.

She lay, head on my breasts, and hummed. Her legs had splayed to surround my hips, and I rested my hands on her little bum. I patted. “You’re getting to have a big girl bottom, aren’t you?”

She pushed herself up on my breasts, and nodded seriously.”I have LOTS and LOTS of exercises, so all my muscles get strong and big.” She flexed her butt against my hand, and grinned. “See?”

I pressed both hands down on her butt, so that I felt her pelvic bone against my clit. Yes, I did. I ground her little body against my front. “Do that again,” I said. “Do it as many times as you can.” I arched my back slightly, increasing the contact. “How many times can you do that? Huh?”

Her little tongue stuck out with the effort. “I can do it a lot!” And she began, unknowingly, to meet my thrusts with her own.

“Whhoah, yes you can!” I breathed. “Let’s see if. . . if we can do it together! Okay??”

“‘Kay!” She really did have a wonderful flexibility, allowing her to really mold herself to my movements. “See??” Lisa was flushed. She liked this game!

Ohhhh, OH, my GOD, I’m coming, ohhhh. . . I’d been almost there when she came in, now. . . but I had to cover, somehow, didn’t want to scare her. Or have her tell Mom. . .

“Okay, okay, Lisa, Lisa. . . no, keep going, it’s okay, just. . . want to play, let’s pretend that. . . I’m the dragon, and you’re riding me. Yeah, I’m the monster, and you got me, you jumped on me, and now you’re riding me, OK?”

“Yeah!! Okay! I’m the hero!”

I was really holding back a flood – jets of creamy joy were shooting through me. . . “Yeah, you’re the. . . the hero, and, and, ohhhHH. . . and, now you pretend to kill me, okay? With your big sword!”

“But I’m a elf, I use bows and arrows –”

“YES, bowsnarrows, yes, kill me, Lees, kill me now!”

And she made a big deal of pulling at her big bow, and I kept up the ride, and I started dying already –

“I didn’t shoot you yet –”

“I know, shoot, god, shoot!”

“Okay, aaaaand. . . Fwwisssshhh! Shtnnng!!”

“Ohhhhh yessss, my GOD, OHHHhhhh, FUCK, omigodomigodomigod, aaaAAAAHHH!!”

And I pulled Lisa down to me and held her, and pressed against her and shook, and held. . .

“Now you’re dead?” She whispered in my ear.

“Yes. I am dead.”

She kissed my cheek and got off the bed. Solemnly, she patted my hand. “You were a good fighter, Dragon.” She went to the door, then turned. “But you said a bad word. . . and I am better!” And she was gone.

Wow.

Oh, I forgot to tell her not to tell Mom about The Dragon and. . . I yawned. Soon.

And fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Lily Robin, Chapter 3

  • Posted on February 17, 2017 at 3:35 pm

By Louisa May

I got up to go downstairs, but Lily held onto my arm like a terrier. I smiled down at her. “I am The Babysitter.” I peeled her arm off me. “I have to go and see your mother out the door. It’s what we do.” I kissed the top of her head, then jumped back to avoid her renewed clutches. I grinned at her triumphantly and she stuck her tongue out.

“Wait, I’m coming down!” I called, and swung out the door.

Mrs. Claire was adjusting her hair in the mirror by the front door. “There is quiche in the refrigerator, and some chicken,” as she fluffed. “Oh, and a coconut cream pie. Have it all, I would eat far too much of it.”

“We’ll be fine, Mrs. Claire.” I now stood before her at the door.

“Oh please, call me Josette.” And she turned to face me.

“Oh, you look beautiful!”

“It’s very sweet of you,” and turned to the mirror again.” She smoothed the side of her dress, and studied her image.

“No, really, I mean it. You are gorgeous.”

At that, she smiled briefly, in her harried way. “Are the earrings too much?” They were dangling, and pearl. All I could do was shake my head in awe.

I don’t usually gush, but this woman’s transformation was extraordinary. She wore a purple one- shoulder dress that was made of some amazingly diaphanous material. I saw what Lily meant about her mother’s fascination with silk. This wasn’t silk, but something that transcended even that lush fabric. It shimmered, at once opaque and translucent, covering and showing.

My astonishment seemed to unnerve her after a bit. She made a little side pose for me. “Is okay?”

I clapped, twice. “Okay, no. Amazing, magnificent, sexy as hell, yes, absolutely.”

Her eyebrows rose, and I thought maybe I’d overstepped myself. Then she blushed, and laughed. “Sexy as hell? Well, a world-famous athlete says an old lady is sexy as hell!” She chuckled, still coloring. It looked well under her dark amber flip. “I’m doing well!”

I laughed too, more in relief, and touched her arm. “Oh right, old lady! What are you, like, 34? 35?”

She lowered her head and looked at me from under a brow. “How about 43?”

“SHUT UP!”

It startled her somewhat, and she stared at me, unsure.

“No, it’s. . . I meant ‘No Way’, it’s just . . .” I grimaced.

“Shut? Up?” She seemed to like that. “Means ‘No Way’ ?” She looked in the mirror and pointed at herself. “Shut Up!” She smiled back at me, satisfied. “I am really bad, my English sometimes, eeuu. . .especially idioms. I remember when I first came here, I heard someone say, “don’t have a cow,” and I thought, oh mon dieu, whatever could they mean??”

We laughed. An image of what Lily had told me just a few moments before flashed, and I had to catch my breath. Mrs. Claire, or Josette, was quite a lot lovelier right now than I remembered, or even ten minutes before, when she’d greeted me in her robe. There was something of the Audrey Hepburn in her look, but more rounded, less severe, and warmer, more vulnerable.

We stood looking at each other for a short time. Then she reached out and ran a hand down my arm. “Thank you so, so much for watching Lily. It’s very important to her.” As she spoke, I heard little feet on the stairs. “And to me. To us. Thank you.” She patted my arm.

A little voice said, “Kiss her good-bye, Mama!”

Josette rolled her eyes at me, but blushed all the same.

Lily persisted, leaning over the balustrade. “Kiss her, kiss her!”

And with a resigned smile, Josette leaned in and kissed my cheek. Briefly, but softly. I smelled a very light perfume. Really lovely. In my ear, she whispered, “She has missed you very much. She pretends to not, but I know.”

“Me, too,” I murmured. I glanced up at Lily, who seemed very interested in this.

Josette opened the door. “As I said, maybe 2:00? Or 3? But you brought your, your necessaries? Your overnight things?”

“Yes, I did, it’s no problem.”

Josette looked up at Lily, who threw a kiss. Her mother caught it and pretended to put it in her little reticule. To me she said, “I don’t know how long we will last, really. A Progressif Dinner, what is that?? But, Jacques’ bosses, so it must be done!”

The telephone rang.

Josette threw up her hands. “There, you see? Always!” And she almost ran back to the kitchen to get it.

I looked up at Lily, leaning over the balustrade. “Guess what?”

“What?”

She turned around and yanked down her shorts to her thighs. Stage whisper: “That’s what!”

“No fair. . .” I looked from her toward the kitchen. I heard Mrs. Claire talking, but couldn’t get what she said. Her tone seemed very nice, loud, accommodating, assuring. . .

I motioned to Lily as her mother returned. “Well! THAT. . . was your mother!”

I inanely pointed to myself. “MY mother?”

She nodded, somewhat amused by the evening’s absurdities. “She was in a rush, unlike me, I suppose – and so she had no time to talk to you, but apparently — your sister Lisa is back from Camp –”

“But Lisa’s not supposed to be back until Thursday!”

“Yes, but your mother said they, er, “extended” for two weeks, which meant that she wouldn’t see you –”

“Oh, no!”

“Yes, BUT, let me finish, BUT. . . Lisa has a day free, so your father drove her down so she could be with you –”

I looked at Lily, whose face wore an almost comic frown of despair.

“And so. . . I said to bring her over, she can have sleepover with you both, yes?” And she grinned at what she perceived to be her own brilliance.

Lily and I both just stared at her, then at each other, then back at Mrs. Claire, who repeated, “Yes?” She looked at me, suddenly unsure. “It’s okay?”

I nodded, slowly, hopefully. I could almost hear Lily’s little motor-brain buzzing away. And she burst out, “Yes! We can play and play and play! Come ON, Lisa!”

Her mother nodded, decisive. “I told Lois to put Lisa’s things in a case, and to come over when she could. And now,” she grabbed her own bag and keys, “I must fly! Adieu!” And she was out the door.

Lily started running down the stairs, patter-patter-patter, and I put a hand out. “Wait!”

Patter-stop.

“Wait ’til the car starts and goes.” She stayed in freeze position, like a Bugs Bunny outline on a wall. I smiled and heard the car leave. Lily eyed me like a well-trained puppy, not moving, until I said, “Okay, good girl!” And I opened my arms. She jumped.

Into what fit so well, so perfectly, as she pressed herself, her hot little crotch, right into my midsection, right under my heart; wrapped her legs ’round my back and her arms around my neck, and kissed my neck, my jaw, my ears, all over. As she kiss-kiss-kiss-kissed me, she made little mewling noises. I drank her in, smelling her heat, and fondling her busy little bottom.

Suddenly, she stopped and grabbed my face. Her face was red, and she stared into me with those big beautiful eyes. “Ohh, I want to be naked with you!” She said it almost angrily. “Kiss me like you did when I was telling you about Mommy.” And, still holding my face, she pressed her soft lips to mine, and allowed my tongue to open her up. I ran my tongue along her perfect little teeth, and felt her own small tongue respond.

She quickly broke away, leaning back. “Oh, I like this kissing!” And she dove back in, opening to my questing tongue. I felt her hips move, gyrating against me.

It felt like hours. But it wasn’t, and this time it was me breaking off. That lovely little rope of spit between us. Lily grinned, and tried to follow it back into my mouth like a strand of spaghetti.

“Wait.”

Pout. “Whaaat?”

I patted her butt. “We don’t know how long we have. Right?”

Pouting. “Right. . .” She idly poked my breast. She smiled. “Like a sponge.”

I gave her bottom cheeks a hard squeeze. “Listen, Missy Square Pants, we have to figure out what we’re going to do.”

“Squeeze my bottom again.”

“Lily!”

“I know, I know!!” She sighed dramatically and fell backwards in her double-jointed way, then popped back. “I know. “Cause I don’t really know Lisa that well. ‘Cause she’s always away at school. . .”

“And I hardly ever see her either, and she’s my sister –”

“Even though you’re like, fifty years older than her.”

“Ten.” I touched a finger to her nose. “I’m ten years older.” I carried her to the couch in the living room. “Hop down, hopalong.”

“Can I lie on your lap? Please?”

“We have to figure out –”

“I know, I know, I will! Please?? I won’t . . . I’ll be good.”

I patted my thigh. “Okay. Knock yourself out.”

She grinned, then stretched her small form across my lap, her bottom right at hand. She hummed innocently. “Just pet me like I’m your kitty, my bottom is your little kitty. ‘Kay?”

“Okay.” I idly patted her bum, which rose slightly to meet me. That polar fleece, so soft. . .  but Lisa might be here any minute, what to do. . . “And you, little girl, aren’t that much older than her, you know.”

“Ha! I am twelve, she is eight.” Her butt tightened with indignation. “I am a girl, she is a baby.”

I chuckled. “You are eleven –”

“Twelve next month –”

“And Lisa is nine.” I massaged Lily’s bottom thoughtfully. “But you’re right, I haven’t seen her since she was eight, God, last summer.”

Lily murmured into the cushion, “That’s when I saw her too.” She glanced back, and added pointedly, “when I was eleven, then, too.” Then she wriggled off my lap to kneel next to me. “But, I want to play with you,” she said in a very little-girl voice. She stroked my thigh, then leaned her head against my shoulder. “I want to so, so much,” and her voice got even smaller.

I tipped her face up, and saw that her eyes had welled up. I kissed her on the lips softly. “I know, honey.”

“I’ve wanted to play with you for so, so long, and here you are, but now. . .” She breathed a big-girl sigh.

“Lisa will probably be really tired. Maybe she’ll just go to sleep.”

“But she left her Camp just to see you.” She nuzzled my neck. “I’D leave my camp just to see you.” She kissed my neck, then muttered, “even though I never WENT to a stupid camp. . .”

I stroked her hair. “Well. . . we’ll just play it by ear, and maybe we can get some time by ourselves later tonight. . .”

Lily lat back on the couch and let her hair be stroked. “Yeah, just in time for Mommy and Daddy to come home. And Daddy will be drunk. . .”

“Hey.” I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder.

“Hey!”

I headed to the stairs.”We’re alone NOW. At least I can see if you’re a LITTLE clean. Right?” We had gotten to her room. I tossed her on the bed.

“RIGHT!” She was flushed and laughing. Immediately she stood on the bed and peeled off her shorts and blouse, and stood naked but for socks. She was grinning.

“Better get into clean check position! We don’t have much time!”

With a squeal, she jumped down onto her knees, like on a trampoline, and thrust her bare bottom up for my perusal. She was giggling. I glanced towards her bedroom door, which was open, in case of doorbell sounds. This was CRAZY! But Oh, so delicious.

“Make sure I’m clean!” Lily was holding her bottom open for me. As before — those years before – her little anus was pink and delicate-looking. But now it also had grown a dark little ring around it, with just the tiniest of little bumps in it. And the anus itself seemed more muscular, somehow.

And also, rather than the dewy sheen of a recent bath, there was a musky wetness, of sweat, and excitement–

“Look, remember?? My bottom wants to kiss you again!” And indeed, stirringly, Lily was making her little asshole open and close, expand and contract. . .

PFFFt!

“I pooted!” Lily laughed, a belly-laugh in her position. Which produced another PprrRRP! I watched the fart erupt from her, her anus dilating widely with the gas release. Oh my little angel!

“Well, how can I resist that?” And I opened my mouth and pressed into Lily’s asshole, kissing, licking, smelling, tasting. . .I felt the muscle resist at first, spasming as she giggled wildly, then relaxing more and opening to my tongue. Her little voice in the bedcovers started cooing “oh!”, in various tones.

I remembered our situation, and stopped. A tiny interrogatory sound from the bed. I turned Lily over, and she smiled at the memory. “Make me clean inside!” she whispered, and pulled her knees wide open, socks still on.

I looked down at Lily, my beautiful little lover. She looked at me smiling, trusting, her legs spread wide, her bare little crack glistening. God, she smelled so good – such a strong smell of Lily’s lust – of little-girl musk, of salt, pee, spice – Lily.

“Mmm, I want you to taste yourself in me. . Scooch over,” and I brought one of her legs down so I could lie by her side. The other leg was still out, knee bent and wide. Now I lay with her face inches away. I smoothed my hand over her lithe tummy, and just looked down at her. Such beauty.

She stared back at me, her lips slightly parted. A blush had suffused her whole upper body, from ears to belly. Her smooth skin felt so hot under my hand. I kissed her lips.

My hand ran down her belly, down her upper thigh, and back to her swollen pussy lips.

She watched my hand, then looked up at me again. “I love you, Louisa.”

“I love you, too, Lily.” I caressed her slick little vulva. “Let’s kiss, okay?”

She nodded happily, and her arms went around my neck as I leaned down and we began to kiss deeply. At the same time, my fingers began frigging her hot little twat, sliding around and around, her lips between my fingers, her clit rubbed and rubbed – my fingers sliding in, in, almost too deep. . . then out, around, around. All the while, we kissed and kissed, she squeaked and moaned and murmured and fluttered. . .

And soon her moans and murmurings became more urgent, and her hips rose and shook. Her little legs were almost split backwards on themselves, they were so open, and every so often, a finger would sink into her pulsing asshole, and she would pant into my mouth.

And then it was like she was absolutely astonished at the pleasure she was feeling – that it was almost too too much for her, and she began to cry at the same time she came – weeping, shaking, making little girl noises, and holding onto me tight, tight, tight as I masturbated her.

We lay in each others’ arms for quite a few minutes, just breathing. Then Lily rose onto her elbows beside me. “Now I want to see you naked.”

That’s when the doorbell rang.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Lily Robin, Chapter 2

  • Posted on February 14, 2017 at 4:16 pm

By Louisa May

That was four years ago. The most erotic thing that ever happened to me. By far. For a few months afterward, I worried that They Knew: she had told her parents, and it was just a matter of time before I was sent off to some correctional facility and a ruined life. But nothing happened, things seemed to rush by for me, and before I knew it I was living at college in a town far, far away.

I did see Lily a few times in those four years, always with other people around. Communal gatherings like a neighborhood Christmas Eve party, or watching fireworks at 4th of July. She did come to me then, two or three years ago, and raised her arms to be picked up.

I was aware of the Claires (her parents), and my family, and I said, “Pick you up? You’re nine, Lily!”

“Eight!”

“Almost nine.” Her mother just rolled her eyes as Lily persisted. So I picked her up. She was still light as a feather.

“Let’s go over there!” She cried, and pointed to a vacant section of seawall. I groaned loudly, “Oh-Kay!” and her parents laughed. Her father called out “Good luck!” to me.

As we walked to the seawall, Lily planted kisses all over my head. “I miss you.” *smooch* “I miss you.” *smooch* – etc.

I murmured, “I miss you too, sweetheart. But I’ve been way too busy.”

“I know. . . .” I enjoyed her breath in my ear. “But how can I know if I’m clean after my bath?” She leaned away to look at me impishly, and actually thrust her hips into my belly.

Wooosh! I felt myself go all soft down there. “Oh my God, you are such a sexy little girl, how can you be so sexy?” I spoke in low tones and glanced around to make sure no one was seeing us.

She made a little innocent moue, and sighed theatrically. “I don’t know, I guess that’s just the kind of little girl I am.” She pressed her nose briefly to mine. “Hold me up underneath so you can squeeze my bottom.”

My arms were wrapped around her back, so I slid my hands down. She wore a little pink pastel summer jumper which hung down long enough to hide my hands as they felt the panties underneath. “Hey,” she whispered, “guess what underpants I have on.”

I felt her soft little butt squirm to my touch, trying to open up to me. The cloth was smooth and worn. “Hmm. . .” My fingers explored her hot crack and mushy middle parts. “Are they. . . purple?”

She nodded against my face and whispered, “feel my bagina and stuff. . .”

But then a neighborhood friend came along, and we had to behave.

And now, almost two years after that little episode, I’d arrived home for my summer break (I was off to Europe in a week), and gotten a call from Lily’s mother. Yes, she said, she realized Lily was twelve, well, twelve next month, and should be fine by herself, but she and her husband were going to be out until the wee hours, and Lois (my mother) had mentioned my being home from college – and well, would I mind babysitting, well not BABYsitting exactly, but just being here, just sitting in, you know – oh, that would be wonderful, thank you so much”. . . et cetera, et cetera.

Was my Lily still the same? Had impending teenage-hood made her more proper, less. . . wild? She was a looker as a child, so she must be a knockout by now; of course she’d have a zillion friends, and the kind of experience I’d had the pleasure to share with her those years ago was just not done in the right slumber party circles!

It made me a little sad, thinking that my lewd little Lily would very likely have grown out of that mad, feral stage of her life. She’d probably want to stay up in her room IM’ing all her friends, maybe watch Dancing with the Stars. . .

I was thinking all this as I dressed to go over there. And I had to admit to myself, with a surprised little giggle – I was actually nervous. Here I was, choosing what I’d wear like I was going on a freaking date! “Oh, come on!” I muttered to my image in the mirror. “She’s eleven, for God’s sake. And she won’t even know you’re there.”

I settled on a purple little Gap t-shirt (I loved its softness) with a low, ruffled neckline. And my old Lucky jeans, (in which my butt looks fabulous, I have to say). And a little surprise – in case she did happen to notice I was there.

I checked myself out. I was pretty, there was no doubt about that. In a dark way. A tad masculine, yes – I was, after all, on a volleyball scholarship – but all-in-all, pretty darn presentable. Sexy, even. And all for a twelve-year-old girl. I shook my head and pointed at myself. “You are bad.” I sighed. And dumb. . . Okay, let’s get this over with. Thick dark hair up in a scrunchie, and I’m out the door.

My doubts gained traction when Lily’s Mom, in curlers and a shiny, kimono-type robe, opened the door and told me her daughter was upstairs on her computer. It’s going to be a long night, I thought.

Mrs. Claire went on, “I’m supposed to meet Jacques at his Club, and obviously I am not ready, I am so sorry.” Jacques was Mr. Claire.

Mrs. Claire seemed pretty frazzled, in her half-made-up state; apologetic and annoyed at the same time. “He was supposed to pick me up here since one half-hour,” she hurried on. Her English faltered some when she was flustered. “But then he must work, so I must drive, and then the telephone rings, and everyone calling just now. Of course! Oh, la. . .”

She tucked a loose strand of dark amber hair behind her ear, and turned to head back to the master bedroom at the back of the spacious first floor. I was admiring her busy backside (was she naked under that robe?), when she turned quickly, surprising me.

“Oh, Lily said to tell you to go up. She’s doing her English homework, you could probably help, I don’t know, but. . .” She waved a hand in the direction of upstairs, smiled briefly, a gorgeous, quick smile, and turned again to get ready.

Well, at least I’d been. . . summoned. I went upstairs to play the tutor.

Her door was open. It had a True Blood poster on it, of a beautiful vampire lady licking her bloody lips. The poster was surrounded by red and purple hearts of all shapes and sizes.

Maybe she hadn’t changed much after all.

Lily herself was lying diagonally on her lushly appointed, queen-sized bed (nice to be the only child), propped on her elbows, reading a book. Her position clockwise on the bed was, say, 10:20, head towards the door. Her hair seemed even more luxurious than when I’d seen her last; a casual half tie-back that allowed the dark, lazy strands in front to caress her thin neck. The peasant blouse was different, but similar, looser at the top. And her shorts. . .

These were all the impressions of a moment, when I first saw her. Then she turned her head and saw me. Her expression barely changed – a slight smile, perhaps. She crooked a tiny finger and motioned me towards her. I complied, then sat on the edge of the bed when she patted it. Her smile widened slightly. Her lips had grown, too – they seemed to quiver with mischief.

She crooked her finger again, so I leaned in to her. She stage-whispered into my ear, “Yay! You’re finally here!” And she grinned.

I smiled at her, so relieved that she was still the Lily I knew, the crazy little randy boozer Lily! In fact, I was surprised at how relieved I felt. It was as if I’d found something I had desperately hoped not to lose. “I’m glad, too,” I murmured.

She took my left hand and held it against her smooth face. My palm cupped her cheek. She used me as a headrest, and I stroked her luscious hair. She hummed with pleasure.

Then, with a familiar suddenness, her head came up. “Mommy’s not ready yet, right?” I shook my head. She fell back into my palm, and mused. “We can’t really play ’til she’s gone,” stealing a peek at me, (I did feel the blood rush to my head), “but we can just, you know, talk and stuff.”

Like a cat, she snuggled against my palm. My right hand still idly stroked her hair. “What do you want to talk about, sweetie?” She smelled of talc, and shampoo, and a very faint hint of her own musk. God, I did remember that smell. . .

“Umm. . .” as she snuggled into my large, capable palm, “we can talk about. . . how much I missed you. . .”

“And I missed you, too. . .”

“And. . . you can give me a backrub. . .” She wiggled her bottom on the bed.

I looked down at those pink and white-striped little polar fleece shorts, and thought, what a wonderful idea! “Okay. . .” My hand stroked long, down her hair, her delicate back, the small of the back, circled, and back up.

Her bottom rose in protest. “Alll my back. . .”

Yep, still my Lily. Listening for any downstairs noise – none – I stroked downwards again, and this time let my hand run over the velvety shorts, lightly circling. I felt Lily squeeze her cheeks together, an affirmation.

“Mmm, like that. . .” She enjoyed my ministrations, and rubbed her nose against my hand. “I really did miss you, you know.” She swiveled her head to look at me. “I mean, really. ‘Cause, I don’t know, I just. . ,” she very lightly bit my hand, “grrr, I just wanted to play, but I couldn’t find anybody to play with. Like that. You know?”

I nodded, and ran my hand down the back of her smooth thigh. With some trepidation (one should be absolutely sure in such matters!), I ran it back up, lightly, slowly. “Like this?”

“More like. . .” and her thighs opened for me. My hand veered slightly, and slid along her inner thigh until my fingers touched her warm, velvet-clad softness. She sighed, “. . .like that, mm-hmm.” Her butt came up and gyrated slowly, and her thighs shifted further apart. I felt her squishy little lips underneath the cloth, and pressed my fingers inwards. She squeezed her cheeks. “Mmmm, I missed you!” she whispered.

“Lily??” Her mother’s voice from downstairs startled us both.

Lily kept her butt cheeks squeezed around my hand like a vice, and gave me a sly look. “Yes, Mama?” she called back.

“I’m going soon, but did you eat already? Or should I have something ready for you now before I go?”

Lily held my other hand and kissed it. “No, it’s OK, Mama, I can get something.”

“You are sure?”

Lily rolled her eyes (very like I remember her mother doing about her at one time!) “Yes, oui, I am sure, go, have a good time, you’re going to be late, Mama!”

“I know, I know, okay, yes. . .” Mrs. Claire’s voice, flustered, faded as she went back to her room, apparently. Every so often we would hear her footsteps below.

My hand lay trapped between Lily’s thighs. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, ohh, her shampoo! “We should take it easy here, at least –

“I know, I know, just. . .” she released the trapped hand, which stayed where it was, cupping her from behind. “Just stay right there, that’s all. Okay?”

I smiled. “Okay.”

She brought her thighs together to surround my hand comfortably, then wiggled her bottom. “Mmm, exactly where I want you. . .” She smiled impishly. “Now I can tell you a secret. Want to hear my secret?”

“Do I like breathing? Of course I want to hear, silly.”

She kissed my palm again, then let that hand go. “I want you to lie next to me so I can whisper to you, but. . .”

I made a face. “Probably not a good idea. Yet.” Which made her smile.

“Yeah. . .” she sighed. “Well. . . when Mama told me you were home, I was so excited, but I was kind of scared, too, ’cause. . ,” I stroked her hair, “’cause, you know, you were a big college lady now, and I was just this little kid, and – ”

I leaned down and kissed her briefly but fully on the lips. “I was nervous, too, honey. I thought you wouldn’t think it was cool to be with me anymore.”

She stared at me, her beautiful eyes wide; then she started to giggle. She took my hand again and kissed the palm, kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss, then hugged it to her neck. Which brought my face closer to hers. “I always think you’re cool. You’re the coolest I know. By far. Ever.” And she kissed me on the lips, also briefly, clumsily, then leaned back and looked at me with an expression that read: was that OK? We had, thus far, never kissed, until now. I could not wait for Mama to leave.

I kissed her again, a tiny bit less briefly, then kissed her button nose. “And you are the coolest, most beautiful, sexiest girl I have ever known. By far. Ever. Too.” She looked ready to pounce, to go for it, and I had to put on the brakes. Mature restraint! “Not yet!” I laid a hand on her head, a blessing of patience. I fluttered the fingers of my other, enclosed hand.

“Rrrrr!” She squeezed her butt, then let go.

I gently removed my hand from between her cheeks and patted her bottom. “Tell me your secret.”

Immediately she was mollified. “Okay. Mama told me you were coming, that was. . . like, a month ago or something. And it was like a hundred years, to me, I was so excited, I was so excited, and, and I didn’t know what to do, I was just. . .”

“So excited?”

She blushed, and stuck out her tongue. “Yes. So there. But I was. But I couldn’t let anybody know, ’cause I wanted it to be a secret – ”

“How excited you were?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes! ‘Cause then they would treat me like a stupid little kid, ‘oh how cute that Lily is so excited about Louisa coming home, that’s so cute’ –”

“Well, it is –”

“Tst!” She put a finger to my lips, then kissed me quickly. A quick blush. “And then they would tell you, and you would think ‘oh, that stupid little kid is going to be all over me, what a pain in my butt–”

I squeezed a cheek. “Your pretty little butt. . .”

“Tst!” She put a tiny finger again to her lips. “No, you. Your pretty little butt!”

“Not so little. . . I know, Tst!”

She already had a cute finger up again. “Do you want to hear my secret or not?”

I bit my lip. “I do, I’m sorry. Go on. I’ll be quiet.” And I did the zipper across my lips.

Her lips quivered. “Okay then. You are forgiven.”

“Thank you.”

“Tst!” She grinned. “Now squeeze my bottom, please.” I did so, pushing some of the soft fabric into her crack. “Mm, good. Now, just pet me, and be quiet. Okay?”

I nodded. Didn’t want another Tst.

“Okay. . . so. . . hmm. . . oh, yes, I told you how I was looking and looking for somebody to play with like you, but nobody. . .” Her butt was swaying with my petting. “Pet me in the middle.” Her legs parted again, and I ran the edge of my hand down her crack. “Mm, that’s nice. Keep doing that. .”

“But one night I was so so SO excited, I wanted to play, and I was just, you know, rubbing and rubbing myself in my room, but I still wanted more, I wanted, ohhh. . .” She lifted her butt off the bed as I pressed my hand against her, kneading, rubbing. “You know what I mean, right?”

I nodded. GOD, I knew her need!

“So I got out of bed and I just walked around the house naked, I didn’t know what to do. And my Mommy’s door was open, but the light was off. Daddy was on a business trip, and Mommy was asleep. And I just stood there and looked at her sleeping. It wasn’t really very dark, ’cause Mommy always sleeps with a night light. Like me! And she was snoring, too. Not like Daddy, but like a lady-snore, like, “kh -kh – kh” and she did her mother snoring, a cute little snorer. I was very lightly stroking her from tailbone to labia and back. Very lightly. . .

“And Mommy never wakes up for anything . Once there was a fire in the kitchen and our housekeeper couldn’t wake her up at all, she thought she was dead, but it wasn’t a bad fire, so later–”

“So what did you do?”

“Oh, I was at school, no, the–”

I pressed my hand to her puss, and her mouth opened. “What did you do that night?”

Lily bit her lower lip. “Yeah. . .” she raised her head. “Is Mommy still here?”

I nodded. “She hasn’t gone yet, I still hear her.”

She sighed, and dropped her head back. My other hand stroked her forehead. She looked at me and murmured, “I want to be naked with you now.”

I took a deep breath. “Soon, baby. Just tell me the secret.”

She held my gaze. “Well, I was just standing there looking at my Mommy sleeping, and I was rubbing my. . . my vagina.” She blushed. “And then I just wanted to see my Mommy naked. I had to see her bottom. And I got really excited, ’cause I knew she probly, probly wouldn’t wake up, so I could go into her room and take off her blanket and see her bottom and stuff.”

“Your mother is very pretty.”

Lily nodded. “But she never ever lets anyone see her naked, or even just a little naked. Like she even locks the bathroom door when she takes a bath, and I have to wait til she gets dressed to see her– and she always closes my door when I have to undress – and she even knocks to make sure I finished!”

“Well, she has the most beautiful daughter on earth, so she couldn’t be too bad-looking.” I thought of Mrs. Claire heading to her room in her glossy robe, probably the most unclothed she’s been in front of anyone, of necessity. I thought of those trim hips, that rounded feminine bottom rolling as she walked briskly to her room. . . I quickly leaned over her and nipped Lily’s bottom.

“Oww!”

“Sorry, sorry,” I crooned softly. “I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry.” She rubbed the ‘wound’. “Oh stop, I only gummed you, come one.”

She grinned. “Do it again.”

“No, I’m sorry, I should wait, it’s my fault.” I looked at the door, then turned back, and began petting the injured area. “Come on, tell.”

“Well. . . I wanted to see her! So I came into the room, and she was sleeping on her tummy, and her hair was kind of fuzzy around her face, and her arms were up like this,” she put her arms up so that her hands lay above her head on the bed. “And she had a blanket, like, silk, it was really light. And I just . . . took it on the side of it, and I carefully. . . pulled it over her, and pfft, it was off!”

I had to swallow my passion down. I was feeling almost dizzy here – here I was, feeling up the pretty butt of my sexy little eleven-year-old girlfriend while she told me about stripping her pretty, sleeping Mom. A dream? If so, please God let me sleep. . . I cleared my throat. “What was she wearing?”

“Oh, Mommy always has silk everything, silk pajamas, and silk blouses, and definitely kind of silk panty-shorts, ’cause that’s what she was wearing! So. . . I really couldn’t believe I was going to do it! But. . . I got a hold of the top of her shorts. They were so pretty, with kind of little bows on the . . . here,” and she touched the hem of her own shorts, then continued demonstrating on herself.

“So I took hold,” as she held her own waistband, elbows back, “and really really slowly, and quiet. . . I pullllled them down,” which she began to do, the action revealing that she had nothing on under the shorts. Just. . . Lily. Lily’s crack, her pale cheeks. . .

I put a hand on hers. She stopped. We heard high heels on parquet below.

Lily sighed. Her hands dropped to her sides as I pulled the shorts back up to cover her half- bare-assed-ness. She murmured into her covers, “I’m all tingly down there. . .”

“Me too, honey, me too.” I patted her bottom. “Did you take off your Mom’s panties all the way?”

She smiled, and nodded. Then she looked at me and her eyes grew large. “And her bottom was so beautiful! It was big, and so smooth, and each side was like,” and she opened her small hands as if to read a big crystal ball. “Like a beautiful round ball.” She placed the hands on the bed in front of her. “And so warm!” She looked at me with wonder. “I put my hands right on her bottom, and it was so warm, and soft, and smushy.” She squeezed the covers with her splayed hands. “So smushy and nice. . . and when I got in really close to smell, it was like, it smelled like Mommy but like, secret Mommy, that she never let me see.”

I listened, rapt, and continued to fondle her own little bottom. Lily was deep into her memory now.

“And that was so cool, I just wanted to eat her up, I wanted to wake her up and play, like we did.” She kissed my arm. “I wanted to do stuff with her. . . so I smelled and smelled almost so I could get enough of her to always have her smell. . . and then when I squeezed her bottom apart – it was even more smelly, and better, and, and. . . ohhh, just, Mommy.”

She looked at me, a hunger in her eyes. “I want to. . . can you rub me?” I did, my fingers circling her soft, hot pussy over the shorts. Her hips moved. “Mmph. . .” she whined softly.

“Tell me what happened, my darling.” And I kissed her, longer this time, and with languor. I didn’t know how we’d last much longer.

“Keep doing that. . . good. . . ummm, then. . . then, I was smelling Mommy inside her, it felt like, ’cause I opened her bottom up way wide, and her little sideways mustaches on the sides of her hole, and her hole was all kind of pink and crinkly – and then under there, was her vagina, and it was so neat. Kind of puffy, and shiny, and I put my finger in a little and it was so gushy and slimy. And then I had to smell her there too. And then I had to taste her. . . Oooh. . .”

I kissed her again, this time sliding my tongue along her soft, willing lips. My fingers were really digging at her pulsating pussy. And she was wriggling against me.

I breathed into her mouth, “You tasted your Mommy. . .?”

She breathed back, “Mmm-hhmmm. . .” we broke apart, and swallowed. “Yes, I just. . . pushed her legs more apart, and just went in, like you did, with me.” She smiled shyly. “I wanted to taste her, and I wanted to make her feel like I felt, too.” She traced her finger along my arm, sprouting goosebumps on me. “Maybe she did, in her dreams.”

“I’m going, you two!” Wow, talk about a wake-up call.

“Okay, Mama, have a good time!” Lily’s grip on my arm was iron.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Lily Robin, Chapter 1

  • Posted on February 10, 2017 at 2:36 pm

By Louisa May

The last time I babysat for Lily was, God, four years ago? A lifetime. I was a sophomore in college now, 19 years old — back then I’d been a crazy little 15-year-old party girl, SO bummed that I had to babysit for the neighbor’s 7-year-old brat Lily — on a Friday night, no less. I remember how absolutely furious I’d been when my mother insisted I do this for our new neighbors. She’d actually used the word “neighborly”. I wanted to smack her.

I had slouched into their house in the denim skirt my mother made me wear (but I did have on my purple Bangles t-shirt), muttered a few OK’s to the mother’s instructions, and sullenly plopped down in front of the TV. Screw their little precious, I thought. I am staying right here until they get back. At least SOMEbody’s getting out on a Friday night!

And their little girl definitely sensed my resentment, plopping down silently beside me. When I glanced over at her, she even shrugged, her expression seeming to say, “I know, sorry, it really wasn’t my idea. . .”

I looked back at the TV. She wasn’t going to win me over that easily. Although, my gosh. . . I turned again. Yep, she was absolutely adorable. Wow. Even in spite of myself, I stared for a moment. Gorgeous. Long, dark brown hair sort of brushed back on the side. . .a wide mouth, thickish lips, the upper more so. . . huge eyes that were set pretty far apart, with a kind of golden hazel brown. . .and her skin had a curiously dusky tint, a mixture of dark and light, kind of a tan with a blush underneath. She had on a pretty little embroidered blouse and loose pink shorts. I say loose because I remember, in that first look at her, noticing how thin her legs seemed inside them, and how her smooth thighs just seemed to keep going, disappearing into the wide openings.

Her expression was what got me. Now it said, “Yes, I am beautiful. I’m glad you like what you see.” A small smile. Then she bit her lower lip. “Want to do something fun?”

“What?” I sounded like a troll next to her.

She held a finger to her lips and scooted into the other room. Maybe this won’t be TOO awful, I thought.

I heard a cabinet open and close, and some clinking. She came back in with a big sly grin — yes, adorable — and a bottle of wine! With two glasses!! She put the glasses on the coffee table.

“Oh my God, girl. . .” I couldn’t help smiling myself.

“Where. . .?” I took the proffered bottle from her. Riesling. Whatever that meant. I opened it and smelled. Hmm, sweetish. Wait. . . “Honey, we can’t be drinking your parent’s wine. We would get so busted, and I would be SO dead.” I handed it back to her.

She put on the Face. If I thought Adorable before, well. . . a little pouty lip, even bigger eyes. . . and her little-girl voice: “Just a tiny bit? Of sips? Pleeeease?”

Well, as The Party Girl of my circle, this was a girl after my own heart. Of course, it WAS my responsibility to be the grown-up, the one who lays down the rules for the absent parents — in short, The BABY-sitter. . .

“Alright. But just a little.”

Her arms went up. “Yaaay!!” She did a little bump and grind. “My new babysitter is so cool, oh yeah — uh – huhh!”

I couldn’t believe, there I was, opening and pouring. “Yeah, so cool. . .’til I get grounded for life when you tell everybody how cool I am. . .”

Immediately, she was hugging my waist. “I would never, never tell!” She hugged hard. Passionate little thing. “Never!! Cross my heart and hope to die!” She did the crossing-heart stuff.

“Okay, okay. . . here.” We both sipped.

The sips became shots, and soon we were both very, very happy. And Lily was a very touchy kind of girl anyway, so with a little booze, she was all over me.

It was strange. I mean, yes, she was adorable, gorgeous, all that — but she was SEVEN. And I, as an athletic (volleyball), partying high-schooler, had not yet determined what I liked in the boy/girl way. I mean, some boys, I thought, were cute; but then, so were some girls.

Thus, Lily was a puzzle to me, on many levels. So when she would giggle at something I said, and throw her arms around my neck and kiss my cheeks, I felt. . . weird. Well — aroused, let’s be straight. And the discomfort I felt at the fact that she was seven years old was more than offset by that arousal.

And being that I was 5’8″, 130 lbs and she was like 4’0″ and 60 lbs — she took to climbing all over, around, and, it seemed, through me. She loved me to carry her, front-wise, and she would wrap her legs around my waist and lean way back. Then she’d pop back, and kiss whatever part of my body came to her — arms, neck, breasts. . .all the while grinding her hips, like she was trying to sink right into me.

On one of these rough occasions, she stopped cold, eyes wide.

“What?” I thought maybe she’d heard her parents come. Breath Mints? Toothpaste??

“You have to give me a bath!” She thrust herself against my belly. “Give! Me! A Bath!”

“Ohh, right.” That had been part of the instructions.

“Carry me upstairs and Give Me a Bath!” Thrust, thrust, thrust! Her eyes were almost primal — wide and direct. I obeyed.

As I ran the bath, Lily very industriously stripped. Only seven, and her little body was already showing just the inklings of a killer sexuality: Rose-infused skin-tone; dark aureoles around her immature nipples; and the beginnings of fullness in her pert butt.

Her tongue stuck out a bit as she pulled down her shorts and unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She sat on the floor to take her shoes and socks off, placing them neatly by the bathtub.

As I knelt by the tub, checking temperature, she stood by me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her. She smiled at me, a look of such warmth, such gleeful anticipation of pleasure, that I felt a jet of warmth myself, down there.

“Pretty panties,” I offered, and they were, purple, with little pink and white hearts.

She turned, modelling. “And see? A BIG heart.” And there it was, centered on her bottom. Sssh, I thought. None of that. All innocent hedonism here.

The bath was ready. “Okay, all set. Get naked.”

She peeled down the panties and stepped out of them. A very pronounced little pudendum. The panties lay, crinkled purple, on the floor, as she used me for support and eased into the bath.

I did get to know every inch of her body, as Lily insisted I wash her thoroughly. “All, all over!” She especially liked to stand in the tub and hug my neck while I used a washcloth to wash between her legs. She would hum and breathe in my ear, (“make sure it’s all clean!”) and virtually hump the washcloth, until I felt I couldn’t do more without. . . well, without feeling like I was plainly masturbating her. Boy, she was a sensual little thing.

My denim skirt and t-shirt were soaked. Lily wanted me to just get in the bath with her, and I demurred. Not a good sight, I thought, for the parents to come home to. Even though they weren’t due for a few hours yet. . .

I retrieved a towel from the linen closet down the hall, and when I came back in, Lily was standing, shining-bare naked, studying her little puss. “See how red it is??” She opened her legs and stretched the lips, and looked up at me. “My bagina?” She looked down again, and ran her palm solidly down and back against her red lips. “It gets red when I rub it.” She rubbed, back and forth, then looked up again, rubbing. “I like to rub it.” She made a face, teeth bared, grinning. “Do you like to rub yours too?”

Hmm. . . I nodded. “Yeah. . .”

“Me too. . .” She idly rubbed, then stopped. “Can I see your bagina?”

A whole bunch of responses: “I don’t think that’s a good idea”; “grown-ups don’t do that”; “No” — came and went. What I did say was:

“You absolutely can NEVER tell ANYone, right??”

She nodded vigorously.

I lifted my sodden skirt and peeled down my even sodden-er panties. I wasn’t a shaver.

“Woww. . .” Lily was rapt. “It’s so furry. . .” She came forward and reached out her hand. Lightly, she petted my pubes like I was a goat or something. A very special, favorite goat, but a goat. She looked up at me and grinned. “Now. . .” and she grabbed the towel from me, “you have to make sure that I’m CLEAN!” And she ran out of the bathroom.

Now what? My knees were a bit weak. I peeled the panties off, what the hell, and went downstairs and put them in a wet wad in my purse.

Upstairs, a voice: “I’m ready!” Somewhat muffled.

Back upstairs. I went to her room. Lily had wrapped the towel around her and hopped up on her bed. Now she was on all fours facing the wall, perpendicular to the bed. She put her head down, towel-covered butt up.

“What are you doing, crazy girl?”

“You have to check and make sure I’m Clean. All over!”

I came to her bed and stood looking down at her towel-clad little bottom. “All over?”

She giggled. “Yep!” She shook her butt. “Specially in places that might be dirty!”

“Uh-huhh. . .” The air on my own pussy, bare now beneath my skirt, was making me wet.I sat by her feet on the bed. I lightly tickled the soles.

She giggled. “You have to smell, too.”

“Smell?”

Her butt swayed. “Uh-huh. To make sure it’s clean.”

I leaned down and sniffed her delicate feet. They shrank from my nose. “Smells good to me.”

“All over.”

I was feeling light-headed now, but also quite daring. Well, if it was going to stop now, let me find out. “Okay, well, I’m going to have to check under here, too, I think.” I touched the edge of the towel at her thighs.

Her voice was a bit smaller, but gleeful. “Yep, prob’ly should.”

My breath caught as I lifted the edge of the plush green towel up, up, her thin white thighs widening, revealing Lily’s bare and open little bottom. It was still quite humid and rosy from the bath, and her stance was wide. I draped the towel over her upper back.

Gently, I placed both my hands on her small cheeks. “Well. . it LOOKS pretty clean. . .” And it did, the pink little anus in the middle, dew-dropped. And the bare, rosy crack below. Rubbed nice and rosy. . Lily arched her back and pushed her butt out even more. “You should prob’ly smell it, too, right?”

My hands were getting a bit shaky. I spread the soft small cheeks slightly and leaned in. I sniffed. Soap, salt, a hint of the animal, a kind of earthy, spice smell – the smell of little Lily’s excitement. Oh, I just wanted to eat her up right then. “Mm, kind of clean. . .” I murmured. “Can’t really tell. . .”

Muffled small voice from the covers: “If you kissed it, then you could tell. Right?”

“Hm, that’s true, let me see. . .” My face felt hot. My face was actually two inches away from this pretty seven-year-old girl’s butt hole – and I was about to kiss that butt hole. I swallowed.

“Look. . . my bottom wants to kiss you, too,” and Lily made her little anus move, pooching it out and in. “See?”

“That is adorable, honey. I’ll kiss and you kiss, and we’ll both see if we’re clean, okay?”

“Uh-huhh. . .”

“Okay. . .” And I touched my lips to her moving little anus. And kissed.

“Ooh, I feel you! Kiss it some more!” And I did, kissing all over her anus, up and down her crack, breathing in her wonderful scent, tasting her.

I came up for air briefly, dizzy with lust now, and brave enough to say, “It’s clean on top, but what about inside? Should I kiss inside your bottom too?”

“How?”

“Like this?” And I formed my tongue into a spear and pushed in.

The girl shrieked into the covers. “Oooh! Yeah, like that! Like that! I like that!” She was pushing her little bottom back into me.

My tongue dug deep, my lips pressed against her little anal lips. And now I was going at her, I couldn’t get enough of her. I reamed Lily’s little asshole, sinking my tongue all the way in, tasting her tang, a slight taste of salt and poo, and Lily heat.

When I came away, she was immediately up, hair tangled and just-dried, face red, eyes aglow. “That was fun!! Do it again!” And she presented to me, holding her little bottom open.

I lifted her up by her waist and turned her over. “Now I have to see if your vagina is clean. Right?”

She grinned, and immediately flopped back and spread her legs wide. “Yeah! Kiss my bagina inside!!”

I smiled. “Okay. . .let’s see. . .” I leaned down and sniffed. “Smells kinda clean. . .”

Lily thrust up her hips. “Inside! Inside!!”

“Mm, you like that, huh. Okay. . .” And I licked her red little puss from asshole to bellybutton. She squealed, grabbed her knees and held herself open even wider. “Inside a LOT!!”

I did that, licking and sucking the little girl. God, I had never felt so hot and sexy and horny, I wanted to inhale her. And her giggly little squeals started to change into chirps and moans of pleasure. It is too too erotic to hear the moans of impending orgasm from such a young person. And she went with it like anything else she thought felt Great — she came all over me, clutching and panting, thrusting and shaking — then fell promptly to sleep.

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