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A Little Grey Mouse, Part Two

  • Posted on August 15, 2017 at 3:24 pm

By Nellie of Sweden

Linnea and I rode my mother’s bicycle to the store to buy candy, and Linnea was amazed how much money I spent. But I had a good reason. I had a plan for making her want to do the same sexy things to me that I’d done with her.

Before we started the ride home, I gave her a few pieces from the fully stuffed paper bag, just to tease her appetite for sweets. She didn’t know then that those were the last ones she’d get for free. From then on, she would be asked to do things to get more.

When we got home, we met my parents in the door.

“Oh, there you are,” my mum said. “Dad and me are going shopping. Do you want to come with us or stay here?

“We’ll stay at home,” I replied before Linnea had a chance to say anything.

“Are you sure? We won’t be back for at least three or four hours.”

That was even better. That’d give me plenty of time to seduce my little new-found lover.

Mum and Dad went away and I watched the car disappear around the corner. Then Linnea looked at me and smiled.

“What do you want to do now?” she said. “Do you have any dolls that we can play with?”

I smiled and put my arms around her. “No, I’m sorry but I gave all my dolls to charity about a year ago. But… you can be my doll and I can play with you! Like we did this morning. If you want to… We can play the bed game, but in a different way!”

“How?” Linnea asked. “How, Nelly?”

I giggled a little and gave her a conspiratorial look. “Let’s play the candy bed game,” I said.

Linnea laughed. “How do you play that?”

“I’ll show you! C’mon. Let’s go to my room and get naked!”

Linnea giggled too, then we ran through the hall into my room and started to undress. When we both were down to just our panties, Linnea gave me a worried look. “What if someone comes in?”

“Who would that be? Just me and you here, and my mum and dad won’t be back for a long time. I promise!”

I took her in my arms and started to caress her little panties off. She blushed a little when I put my hand between her slim legs and rubbed her soft little pussy. Oh my, I wanted her so badly.

Then I put a little piece of candy between my lips and told her it was hers. “But you can’t use hands or fingers to get it. Just your mouth!”

Linnea understood at once this new way to play her game, and took the candy with her lips. She laughed and seemed to enjoy this way of playing. So I put another piece on one of my nipples. She laughed even more but then she leaned over me to get it with her lips.

My nipple stiffened immediately. I pointed at it with my finger and said to Linnea, “Here, look what you did! You made my nipple want some more! Now you have to suck it a little to get any more candy.”

Linnea laughed again, but she did as I asked. Then, when I asked her to suck a little harder, she did that too. I put candy in my navel and on the lower parts of my tummy. And then, at last, I put a piece of her favourite sweet on my vulva, right over my slit. She hesitated for a second or so, but then she leaned down and took it with her lips. I made sure to moan loudly, to make her understand how much I liked that.

I don’t know if it was that moan, or if Linnea just found out that she liked to give me pleasure the same way I’d done to her earlier, but suddenly she looked at me with a glimpse of naughtiness in her eyes.

“Did you hide more candy in there?” she said with a smile, and then we both giggled.

“No,” I said, “but check for yourself if you don’t believe me! Remember, though — just lips and tongue! No fingers.”

I shivered all over from excitement when Linnea opened my legs wide and took her place between them. I watched her lean over me and felt her warm breath on my naked pussy. She looked up at me and I bit my lip to avoid screaming from excitement. Linnea stuck her tongue out and I felt it against my swollen pussy lips, one quick lick from my opening and up over my rock hard clit. Then she backed off and looked at me again. Without a word I put one of her favourite candies on my wet pussy, just over the clit.

“Take it, baby,” I moaned. Take it, you deserve it…

And that was really all it took. Linnea had overcome her fear of tasting me and now she sucked and licked and kissed me so that I couldn’t be still. I got her to come on top of me in a sixty-nine position, and we started to eat each other out.

No more candy needed now! Linnea was as wet as I was, and she quickly learned how to please me. My orgasm was so intense that I almost fainted, and Linnea climaxed just after I did.

Afterwards we were cuddling and kissing, and I was amazed how fast she’d learned to French kiss. I held her close in my arms and Linnea seemed really happy.

“I love you, Nelly,” she whispered. “I wish you were my sister, too. Becka is nice but you do nicer things. I love it when you kiss my pee-pee.”

“Mmm… I love you too, baby! You’re a great kisser and a great pussy licker.”

“Have you… have you done this with Becka?”

I shook my head. “No, I haven’t! Do you think she would want me to?”

“Yeah… but after I’ve done it to her first. I’m gonna tell her to close her eyes and take her by surprise the next time we play the bed game.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, maybe it won’t be so long until you can play with her again. Mum said that she will be home tomorrow or the day after. And guess what else she said?”

“What?”

“That your family will be staying in our house while yours is being repaired after the fire! We can’t give you all your own rooms, but there’ll be one for you and Becka, then one for your parents. And I would love to play with both of you, if you’ll let me!”

Linnea smiled, and I saw that in her mind she was imagining all kinds of naughty things we could do together in the very near future.

*****

Three days after the fire, my friend and Linnea’s big sister Rebecka was released from the hospital and came to our place. Linnea was glued to her at first, and anyone could see that she really had missed her older sibling. Their parents came to our home too, and they were all grateful that my family could take them in. But our house was very big, so it was no trouble at all.

Becka and Linnea shared the room next to mine, and that first night I was lying in my bed, listening really hard to try to hear anything that indicated sex games between the two sisters.

At first there weren’t any sounds at all, so I sneaked out of bed and crept out into the hallway, then put my ear to the keyhole of the door. And now I could hear them whispering in there. I couldn’t hear what they said at first, but I heard giggling as well and guessed that they were cuddling and kissing.

But suddenly I heard a short scream from Becka, then a little laugh.

“Linnea! Are you out of your mind?” she said, giggling. “Mum and Dad would spank you dead if they’d seen that.”

Linnea said something I couldn’t hear. In my mind I drew a picture of Becka, naked on her back with her legs wide open, and Linnea on her hands and knees eating her sister out.

Then I heard Becka again. “Oooohhhh, Yessss… yes, Linnea! Don’t stop, baby!”

I tried to look through the keyhole, but it was too dark on the other side.

Suddenly I got the feeling I was observed, and when I looked up I saw my own sister Miki, standing there smiling.

“And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” she said.

I blushed from embarrassment and looked at my feet for a second or so. “They’re making love,” I finally whispered, pointing at the door.

“So what?” Miki said. “You and I do it all the time, so why shouldn’t they?”

I put my hands over my mouth to try to cover my amusement. Miki reached out to me. “C’mere, you little brat,” she said. “Come to bed with me and I’ll help you put out the fire in your pussy!”

By then, I remembered that the last time my cousin and lover Erica stayed the night in my room, she’d left a strap-on in my drawer, and now I wanted to use it with Miki.

“My bed, Miki,” I said. “Please, let’s do it in my room! I’ve got something to show you…”

Inside my room, Miki silently closed the door and turned the key to lock it. Then we suddenly heard noises from Becka’s and Linnea’s room. It was Becka giving up a little scream, then giggling from both of them.

We listened for a moment, then Miki looked at me with her eyebrows raised. “So… what is it you wanted to show me?”

“Be patient,” I said. “All in good time, as Daddy always says!”

I pulled my pyjamas off and Miki removed her tank top and panties, then we fell into each other’s arms and started kissing.

“Would you like to fuck me?” I said.

“Sure, sweetie,” Miki whispered. “I’ll girl-fuck you all you want. You know that!”

I reached down in the drawer and found the strap-on. I pulled it out and showed it to my sister. “With this, Miki,” I said with a smile.

Her eyes were sparkling from surprise and excitement. “Wow, Nellie… I’ve never seen one of those! It’s so big…” She put her hand around the plastic penis and blushed a little. “Is it Erica’s?” I nodded my head. “Does she… use this on you?” she asked, and I nodded again.

“Doesn’t it hurt? I mean… I was fourteen when Jimmy Peterson took my cherry and his dick was much smaller than this… thing. And still, it hurt like hell. I thought my pussy would explode! And you’re only twelve…”

I laughed at my sister and pulled her closer for a kiss.

“Erica fucked me with this when I was eight,” I said. “You know, the summer before the first time you and I made love.”

Once again we heard a little cry from the other room, this time sounding like Linnea. We both grinned, excited by the fact that another pair of sisters were making love on the other side of the wall.

“Put it on, Miki,” I said. “Put the cock on and be my boyfriend for a while.”

She stood up beside the bed and held the strap-on in her hands, trying to figure out how to put it on. Quite soon she found out, and I giggled a little when she came back to bed.

“Okay, little girl,” she said. “Spread your legs for me… Big bad Uncle Mike is going to fuck you!”

We don’t have an Uncle Mike, she just used a male form of her name. And I played along. “No, please, Uncle Mike! Don’t put that big thing inside me… it’s way too big! You’ll rip me apart!”

“Spread and shut up, you little slut,” Miki said. “I’m gonna fuck you and that’s it! If you don’t shut up I’ll stick it in your ass instead, and that probably hurts even more!”

“Oh, no! Please not in my ass… fuck my pussy instead, Uncle Mike!”

Miki put a pillow under my ass and then started to penetrate me. I pretended to be scared and hurting at first and I could see in Miki’s eyes that she was very excited by this little game. She pressed the dildo all the way in, as far as it would go. Then she looked at me again. “Does it still hurt?” she said with her “male” voice.

I replied with my “innocent-little-girl” voice. “No, Uncle Mike…. I like to feel your thing inside me. Fuck me more!”

She fucked me harder and harder and her fingers rubbed my clit while the big strap-on dick went in and out of my soaking, swollen pussy.

My orgasm was so intense I couldn’t help but scream right out, but the second after that I realized that maybe Becka and Linnea could hear us, so I covered my mouth and held my breath.

Then we both heard loud laughter from the other room, and we understood that they had heard us and knew what was going on in my bed.

Miki kissed my mouth and smiled at me. “Well, Nel, darling, it seems we have another pair of lesbo-sisters as neighbours! Do you think…?”

“What, Miki?”

“Do you think Becka and Linnea would like us to play together, all four of us?”

We kissed again, a long hot kiss before I answered. “I don’t know for sure, but I can tell you I’ll do everything I can to make it happen! Linnea is wonderful to have sex with, and I can’t wait to try Becka.”

“Yeah, she sure is cute,” Miki said. “Nice boobies.”

“Shall I go and ask them? I mean… if they just had sex, they’re already horny enough — and then there’s less risk that they’ll say no.”

Miki hid her head under my pillow, laughing loudly when I got up. I went out in the hallway totally naked and opened the door to Linnea’s and Becka’s room. It was dark, but I could see them lying in bed together.

Becka gave me a grin. “What do you mean by raping my baby sister?” she said with a laugh. “I think I just might have to punish you!”

They giggled like crazy, and I did too.

“I didn’t,” I protested, but with a smile. “She wanted me to do everything I did! And now, since we’re all playing the same game… why don’t we play it together? All four… in my room!”

For a moment I was afraid they wouldn’t dare, but suddenly Becka stood up, naked and beautiful and took Linnea by the hand, helping her out of bed. I reached out to Becka, longing to kiss her and felt her naked body against mine, and when we embraced each other I could tell that she had longed for it as much as I.

So I smiled at Linnea and said. “C’mon, sweetheart! You can have my sister, if you let me have yours for awhile.”

With my arm around Becka’s shoulders and Linnea’s hand in mine, I went back to my room. Miki looked at us and blushed at first, but the embarrassment passed quickly when she got her hands on Linnea’s little-girl body.

Becka and I kissed and cuddled and she whispered that she’d wanted me from the first time we met. Soon we were in a sixty-nine position on my bed, and Linnea was on her back beside us getting her pussy eaten by Miki.

“Oh, God, this is crazy! But I love it!” Those words were said by Becka over and over again in a bed full of bare girl pussies and firm young breasts, where tongues and fingers explored each other’s wet entrances.

We kept making love until almost 3 o’clock in the morning, when we finally collapsed and went to sleep.

And the best part was that it would be weeks and weeks before their house would be ready for them to move back again!

The End

Lucky Charm

  • Posted on August 14, 2017 at 6:15 pm

By Shay

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

When my love came home to me,
Pleasant summer bringing,
Every tree was out in leaf,
Every bird was singing.

There I met her in the lane
By those waters gleamy,
Met her toward the fall of day,
Warm and dear and dreamy.
Did I loiter in the lane?
None was there to see me.

Only roses in the hedge,
Lilies on the river,
Saw our greeting fast and fond,
Counted gift and giver,
Saw me take her to my home,
Take her home forever.

 – “In The Lane” by Christina Rossetti


The windshield wipers flailed against the ice as I idled in front of the Greyhound bus terminal. I rubbed my red-mittened hands together and tried to see if Janeen was getting off the big creaking silver coach, which had just pulled up in a cloud of exhaust and racket of air brakes.

Janeen, Janeen. Mom and Dad are waiting to twirl you on a spit and feed you to the wolves. You changed your major again. Then withdrew from all your classes entirely. And then lost your job, and with it your income. And now you have come home.

Suddenly I see you. Yes, there is your long, unruly dark hair and a blue scarf draped over the front of your army jacket. You’re wearing jeans and boots and struggling with a backpack and bag whose rollers won’t work on the snowy pavement.

I throw open the door of my little Honda and go half-skipping, half-sliding across the street towards you, leaving the car running.

“Janeen!” I shout to you and your face turns toward the sound of my voice and then you see me, your dopey little sister coming to get you. A tired but sweet smile crosses your face.

I run to you and throw my arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“Oh, Shammy,” you say, calling me by the nickname you’ve always had for me. Your lucky shamrock, your four leaf clover. And there we are, arms wrapped around each other in the middle of the sidewalk, me in my bright red jacket, hat and mittens, you in your slept-on-the-bus things.

I grab your bag as you hoist your backpack in place, and we hurry as best we can to the semi-warmth of my car, which, mercifully, has not been stolen.

So there you are, all five-feet one-inch of you, tired and coming home to face the music — and you know what? When I look at your sweet face, at your mind-of-its-own hair, hear your husky voice… I have the same reaction that I have always had. My heart twinges sharply with love for you. I want to stand between you and anything or anyone who might harm you, I want to bask in your presence and just relish the Janeen-ness of you. I have always admired you, and I do right then, even at your lowest point. To me, you shine, and the world finds you at its center.

You look at me and smirk and slap me playfully on the arm. “Do you even have a license or what? Can you drive this toy car?”

And my heart sinks a little, because I’m always just your dopey little sister, catching on to things a beat late, always running to catch up in your wake.

As I drive, I notice you eyeing me slyly. “Sooo,” you begin, “break any hearts lately? Any swains?” You say the word “swains” in your teasing voice.

I shake my head and look at my hands on the wheel. “No. No swains.”

Shall I tell you that when I’ve been with boys my mind has wandered, so much so that I don’t bother with them anymore? How my mind always turns to you? What it might be like if I could take you in my arms and kiss you, and tell you with my kisses how I feel about you, have always felt, will always feel? Just to be able to reach out and really touch your body…

My hand fidgets on the wheel at the thought and I have to bring myself back to reality. It will never happen. And where does that leave me?

*****

At dinner, the atmosphere is tense. Dad suddenly sets down his fork with a metallic clank on the plate, and starts in. “I just don’t understand how you could just… quit like this!” There is horror of your failure in his face. You have done this to him, it is clear. Mom studies her salad. You have taken your life and cut him with it. You have cost him money, time, hopes, pride. Bad girl. Evil girl.

I have a headache. I am no longer hungry. He wants to extract a price for this. You have cost him, and now it will cost you. It will cost us all. Shall I say, “Please, pass the butter?” It would be like trying to stop the iron clouds in the sky outside the window. They will do what they must, and we will look up helplessly or hunker down someplace and wait it out.

*****

We used to have tea parties. Our dolls and animals arrayed around a little table. We made forts. Inside, under the blanket walls, we would share our secrets and laugh till our sides hurt. Once, piled in a mound of stuffed animals, there in the cozy dark, you hugged me and said, “Shammy, you bring me luck, I swear you do. You are this human rabbit’s foot or something.” And you laughed at your own joke and sighed and squeezed me tightly. And I felt special to be your shamrock, your charm.

I have trailed along after you, down the years of our growing up. You have been this beautiful star, unattainable, but so near at the same time, warming and tantalizing me. And despite your lovely light, a thousand thousand miles out of reach.

*****

I pad down the hall to your old bedroom. My stomach is upset and I am worried for you. I am wearing this big pink nightshirt. You always tease me for my love of things pink.

I turn the knob carefully. I don’t want to disturb you if you have managed to go to sleep. I step in.

And there you are sitting on the bed. The lamp is on, casting a yellow glow across your face, and I see it is stained with tears. There is a razor in your hand. And a long thin cut on your arm, weeping red blood.

At first I think the worst, and my breath stops short and my heart lurches in my chest. And then I understand — you are letting the pain out.

Tears fill my eyes, but I can still see your shoulders start to shake as you sob helplessly by yourself on the bed, with your bleeding arm. In an instant I am at your side, gathering you into my arms, covering you with kisses and rocking you and making shushing sounds.

“I… I just…” you try to explain, but your pain won’t let you. I hold you and we cry together there in the dim glow of the small lamp.

“Don’t do this,” I whisper urgently to you, and lightly touch your hurt arm.

You roll your tear-filled eyes and squirm as if you were caught in a trap. “Oh, just one more failure, what’s the difference? I—”

I place my fingers gently across your lips and shake my head. I look into your eyes and everything shifts. I have always idolized you, felt myself a little admirer in your shadow. But now, I suddenly feel strong, like a mother grizzly bear. I am going to stop this, I am going to claim you, bring you back to yourself. I will show you yourself through my loving eyes.

“No, sis. You’re beautiful. Always were… always will be.” And I lean in and kiss your hairline and your cheeks and you let me.

Then I take your arm tenderly in my hands. I lean down and kiss where you have hurt yourself. You try to draw away, but I hold you firmly.

“Never again,” I say to you, a drop of your blood on my lips. “I won’t allow it,” in my very softest voice. Then I strip off my nightshirt and wrap your arm with it. I lick my lips clean, and lean close to you.

“Janeen,” I say in a tone I have longed to use with you. “You are more beautiful than anything that may have gone wrong.” I stroke your collarbone with my thumbs as if I were handling a precious artifact. “You are more beautiful than anyone’s anger, more beautiful than anyone’s disappointment.” I kiss your ears lightly, and whisper to you, “You are more beautiful than anything or anyone.”

With my heart pounding in my chest, I move your hair aside and cup your face in my hands and kiss you long and lingeringly on your mouth. You hesitate at first, but I keep kissing you, tenderly, lovingly, putting all of my emotion into it. And then with a little cry deep in your throat, you begin to respond to me.

“Oh Janeen,” I breathe, and feel as if I will start to cry for joy. I hold your small body close to mine and kiss you over and over. Slowly, we lie down together on the bed — me naked, you still dressed in your jeans and dark blue t-shirt, wrapped in each other’s arms and sharing a long, deep, soulful kiss. You are crying, but your tears now are entirely different from what they were a few minutes ago.

I pull away gently and smile at you as I slowly swing over on top of you, then scoot up and lean over you so that my breasts are near your face. “I love you,” I say. Then I cup my right breast in my hand and say, “Please, Janeen… it’s all right now… go ahead, sweet wonderful Janeen. You’re safe with me now.”

And then you take my breast in your adorable small hands and invite my waiting nipple into the warmth of your mouth. Oh, my God, the pleasure is so intense, and not just physical. I gather your head in my arms, relishing the feel of your hair on my skin as I nurse you.

“Yes, Janeen, oh it feels so good.” I close my eyes and concentrate on suckling you. I feel I am healing you. I am letting all my love flow through me and into you, restoring you, filling you with needed warmth. I begin to rub my hips against your body.

Your suckling becomes more and more urgent until you simply abandon yourself to the joy of the moment, and then you are unabashedly moving from one breast to the other, sucking, nipping, kissing and licking me. I am in ecstasy. I coo my approval and love to you.

After a very long time — and after I have left a very wet spot on your shirt where I’d been straddling you — we part just enough for me to help you to undress. I am glowing with pleasure at the light I see now in your eyes. I have to make love to you. I have to make you mine. Right away.

The feeling of our bare skin mingling is electric and we both cry out in delighted surprise. We love moving against each other, slowly, sensuously. We cover each other in loving kisses.

I don’t think you’ve ever been with a woman before, and your surprised joy ignites my passion. I climb gently atop you, and begin moving against your body in a steady rhythm. We are perfectly synchronized, in total unison and harmony. As our passion increases, I begin to whisper in your delicate ear.

“I love you, Janeen.”

“I treasure you.”

My words are in time with my loving movements, making them part of my lovemaking.

“You’re safe now, you’re with me.”

“Open yourself completely, sis, let me love you completely, like I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Janeen, Janeen, I love you.”

“We’re so close.”

Janeen had begun to thrash beneath me, clearly nearing her first climax as my lover.

“I’m your sister, Janeen,” I purred, tightening my embrace, “and I adore you with all my heart, forever.”

With that, my precious older sister bucked wildly underneath me, and I held her for dear life as she orgasmed, calling out to me in her pleasure. Her joy sealed our bond and I knew we would always be together now, my wildest dream come true. This thought pushed me over the edge and I climaxed — what I can only describe as a heart-gasm, my body expressing the deep excitement and satisfaction of my soul.

Janeen and I lay together, breathing hard, toying with each other’s hair as we slowly recovered.

*****

In the morning, I’d already packed things for us both when my father knocked on the door and, seeing my bags open and full, asked where I thought I was going.

I’m tall and I looked him right in the eye as I told him, “I’m taking Janeen someplace safe.”

“Safe?” he blustered. “What kind of crazy talk—”

I didn’t hear the rest because Janeen and I had swept past him, hand in hand, and I was drinking in the defiant smile she gave him, her strength and beauty fully returned.

*****

I love my sister. I make love to my sister. And it is the most fulfilling thing that I have ever done.

One day in summer I came back to our apartment to find Janeen up on a ladder, placing something over the doorway. It was wooden. It was green.

“It’s a lucky shamrock,” she said to me, smiling her gorgeous smile.

I embraced her. “I’m the lucky one,” I whispered.

The End

Pretty Little Waif, Part Three

  • Posted on August 12, 2017 at 1:12 pm

By Puella Amante

Evelyn pulled her head back and looked into the little girl’s face, into those nervous, submissive young eyes.

It was time.

The woman’s right hand moved, two slender fingers slipping down over the curve of the girl’s cute little bum, pressing the material of her bloomers down into that little valley between her cheeks, curling upward, letting Rebecca feel the deep intimacy of that touch.

Those eyes, those soft, lovely waif-like eyes, so innocent, so trusting, so completely filled with resignation, suddenly went wide with surprise as the woman’s bold adult fingers made contact with her little bum hole, touching it, pressing against it.

“It’s okay,” Evelyn whispered, calming the girl. “I’m not going to hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt my little princess.”

The woman leaned forward and kissed the girl again, moaning softly as she probed the little girl’s mouth with her adult tongue, circling around, going deep, staking her claim on the nine-year-old.

Her right hand moved again, seeking a new level of intimacy, flirting up over the girl’s bum, finding the waistband of her bloomers, feeling a warm flush of excitement sweep over her.

Unlike the old-fashioned tie-up bloomers Rebecca had been wearing in the change room the other day, these had a stretchy elastic waistband.

The girl gasped nervously as Evelyn’s fingers tucked down the back of her bloomers, slipping onto the soft naked skin of her young bum, feeling it, touching it.

It was happening. They were crossing that intimate bridge together, hand in hand.

Evelyn ended their kiss, dragged her lips across Rebecca’s cheek, and gasped softly in her ear as she celebrated the wickedly pedophilic sensation of actually having her adult hand thrust down the back of a little girl’s underwear.

She had her. She had an innocent, submissive little nine-year-old girl all alone in her home. She had her cute, naked little bottom in her hand. She was touching it, feeling it, squeezing those sexy little cheeks. And there wasn’t an ounce of resistance in the little waif.

Evelyn whispered boldly in Rebecca’s ear. “There we go, now we’re getting somewhere,” she cooed softly “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

She felt the girl tremble and then nod tentatively.

The woman nuzzled her ear. “Say it,” Evelyn whispered, slipping her middle finger down between the cheeks of the girl’s bum as she spoke. “Tell me you’re going to be a good girl for me.”

“Awwwhhh,” the girl gasped, feeling the nervous cheeks of her bum flex and twitch uncontrollably as the tip of the lady’s finger touched the tight circle of her little bum hole, pressing against it.

“Say it,” the woman whispered, pressing against the ring of the girl’s anus — not really making a serious attempt to push inside, but suggesting that she might, feeling the girl’s cheeks squeeze together defensively, feeling her lift up onto the tips of her toes as she struggled with the strange sensation of having the lady’s bold finger pressing up against the entrance to her young bum.

The girl almost swooned. She’d never imagined this. She’d never imagined the lady touching her like this, down there.

“I’m g-gonna be a good girl for you,” the nine-year-old gasped desperately, giving Mrs. Johnson what she wanted, as if voicing that admission might somehow relieve the intense embarrassment she was feeling at the intimate touch of the woman’s bold finger on that very private part of her young body.

Evelyn relaxed, letting the girl calm down, pulling her finger out from between Rebecca’s cheeks, drawing back from their embrace, looking into the girl’s eyes.

The girl was gasping nervously. She looked like a child who’d fallen into deep water, wide-eyed and anxious, struggling to keep her head above the surface.

Evelyn grinned. And that grin was completely genuine. It was the satisfied, confident grin of a woman in complete control, a woman who was going to get everything she wanted.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” she said in a reassuring whisper as she quickly slipped her left hand under the girl’s dress in front. finding the waistband of her bloomers there, tugging it downward, tucking underneath, letting her bold adult fingers slip inside there, flirting their way down the soft naked skin of the girl’s lower tummy, down onto the puffy softness of her immature little mound.

With some amusement, Evelyn watched Rebecca’s eyes and mouth open wide in surprise as the woman shamelessly maneuvered two of her fingers down over the young girl’s vulva and tucked them between her legs, finding the delicate, puffy, hairlessness of her cute, naked little nine-year-old cunt, touching it for the first time, feeling it.

“Oooh, that’s it,” the woman cooed softly. “There it is. There’s that sweet little honeypot.”

“Oooohhh, oooohhh,” the girl moaned — not so much in response to the physical sensation of what was happening to her, but more as a nervous emotional reaction to the tender touch of the adult woman’s slender feminine fingers on that very private area of her young body.

No one had ever touched her like that before.

“There we go,” Evelyn whispered, leaning in to lightly peck at the girl’s lips with her own. “That’s a good girl, just relax. Let it happen.”

Evelyn was absolutely glowing inside. All of the uncertainty she’d been feeling about that day had melted away. It was 10 o’clock in the morning. There were six hours to enjoy this tasty little bundle of prepubescent femininity, and she planned to make use of every minute.

And the girl seemed so resigned to the whole thing, so compliant, so willing!

Nine-year-old Rebecca had allowed herself to be lured into the woman’s home, then into her arms. The girl had conspired in her own seduction, simply by choosing not to resist. Through her actions and inactions, she’d given an adult woman permission to sexually molest her. And now she was paying the price for that little bit of childhood daring.

The lady had her fingers down inside her bloomers. Mrs. Johnson was touching her cunt. She was playing with it, rubbing it gently.

The girl whimpered softly but offered no protest whatsoever as Evelyn’s slender middle finger slipped between her puffy little lips, finding new intimacy, exploring, flirting down over the bump of her girlish clit, and lower, into that soft, warm, pink area below, finding the tiny forbidden circle of Rebecca’s tight little cunthole — touching it, circling around the edge of it, slipping into the center, pushing lightly, insinuating.

Evelyn put her mouth on the girl and tongue-kissed her as she played with her little cunt, murmuring contentedly, reveling in the incredible feeling of being in a deeply intimate embrace with another human being for first time in fourteen months, feeling her cunt buzzing with excitement as she toyed with the nine-year-old girl in her arms.

Evelyn slid her middle finger back up and circled the precocious little bump of Rebecca’s girlish clitoris, playing with it, caressing it, rubbing it gently, first on one side, and then the other, feeling it flush and stiffen under her delicate touch. And then it came… an unexpected series of tell-tale twitches and soft, nervous gasps. The girl was actually responding to the touch of those bold adult fingers between her legs.

Evelyn opened her eyes, leaving her lips in place on the girl’s mouth, feeling their warm breath mix. The girl’s eyes were closed. She was breathing sharply in a series of soft gasps that seemed timed perfectly with the nervous little twitches of her body.

The woman smiled. She knew exactly what she was seeing, though she hadn’t planned for this. She was absolutely delighted. She had seduced an innocent, prepubescent child, a flat-chested little girl. Rebecca had obviously not even begun her journey towards sexual maturity. So Evelyn fully expected that the pleasurable part of this experience was going to be a one-way street. She had no reason to expect that this child might actually become physically responsive or sexually aroused.

Of course she had no real experience to draw from with girls this age. She’d never attempted to have sex with a child before. She had never even considered the possibility that a nine-year-old might be capable of sexual arousal.

Evelyn murmured softly. She’d chosen her new lover very well indeed.

The fact that this little nine-year-old was actually capable of experiencing pleasure through the sensitive bump of her cute little clitoris was a completely unexpected bonus for the woman. It was going to make kissing, licking and sucking that little love-button so much more enjoyable and rewarding, for both of them.

Evelyn had not formed an intimate relationship with her own clitoris until she was fourteen or fifteen years old. She remembered the wonderfully addictive sensations she discovered as a young teenager — lying in bed at night, listening to her older brother’s deep breathing from where he slept across the room, nervously tucking her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself, masturbating for the first time.

Discovering those secrets about her body had been life-changing for Evelyn.

And now, as an adult, it was absolutely exhilarating to realize that that she was going to introduce a much younger girl to those wonderful, feminine sensations. She was going to help a little girl discover the intoxicating secrets of her cute little cunt for the first time.

This was such a wonderful and unexpected development.

It meant that she could educate this pretty little waif from across the tracks, teach her to absolutely crave the pleasure of having her sweet little kitty licked. And the girl would love her for it.

Evelyn’s heart was thumping in anticipation. She was going to light a fire inside this little girl, a hot sexual fire. She was going to spend some quality time with her determined mouth on Rebecca’s immature little cunt. She was going to spread her young legs wide, open her up and tongue her tight little nine-year-old fuck-hole. She was going to suck on her cute little love-button. She was going to make this little girl squirm.

Evelyn was absolutely aching. She wanted that little cunt. She longed to taste it.

But first she needed to get the girl naked — and intense as her desire was at that moment, she still wanted to take her time. She wanted to make this last, to savor everything.

Evelyn slipped her finger out from between the little girl’s legs and withdrew her hand from Rebecca’s bloomers, lifting it up, bringing the warm, wet tip of that finger up to her mouth.

Rebecca’s scent was strong, intoxicating, and undeniably vaginal, but different, not like an adult vagina. Slightly more pungent, perhaps, and sweet at the same time…delightfully girlish.

Rebecca’s eyes drifted open, and Evelyn let the girl watch as she very deliberately slipped the moist tip of her middle finger between her lips and brazenly sucked the girl’s flavor into her mouth.

“Mmmngh,” Evelyn murmured, whispering softly to the girl. “I’m so glad you came to visit me today.”

The woman hesitated, and then added, “I think… I think I love you. And I suspect that I knew it from the moment I first saw you in the store. I’ve thought about you every day, and I couldn’t wait for you to come and visit me.” The girl blushed.

“And I have another confession to make,” Evelyn continued. “It’s kind of embarrassing. Do you want to hear it?”

The girl blushed again and nodded nervously.

“Well…when I thought about you, it’s just that you’re so sweet and pretty… and sexy,” the woman whispered, leaning in close, hesitating momentarily, letting the boldness of her confession sink in. “All I could think about was being a very special girlfriend for you, being close to you, being naked with you, making you feel good.”

Rebecca was gasping softly, nervously.

Evelyn slipped her lips over the girl’s cheek and whispered in her ear.

“I wanted to see you naked the other day in the change room,” the woman continued. “I wanted so bad for you to take your bloomers off and let me see you like that. But we didn’t have enough time.”

The two of them were deep in the heart of the seduction now, both of them knowing it was going to happen, holding hands together, tiptoeing delicately towards the next level of intimacy, negotiating it.

The girl murmured softly, letting the woman’s naughty words flirt with her.

In truth, Mrs. Johnson’s bold words and their intimate meaning did not come as a complete surprise to the nine-year-old. Rebecca was young, but far from stupid. She had sensed almost immediately in the change room, as her dress was coming off, that the pretty saleslady would like to see her completely naked. She had felt the furtive touches of the lady’s hands on her young body, touches that went too far and stayed too long to be innocent or accidental.

In fact, although her approach was playful and somewhat cautious, the saleslady had not made a serious intent to hide her desires that day in the change room. She’d made it clear what she wanted from Rebecca.

And the girl had thought about all of those things many times since Saturday.

But more importantly, she had sensed that deep inside the woman was actually very lonely, and Rebecca knew all about loneliness — the kind of loneliness that makes you feel sad all the time.

The woman’s soft whispers found her. “But we have enough time today, Rebecca,” Evelyn whispered enthusiastically. “We have enough time right now.”

The nine-year-old whimpered softly, feeling a nervous anxiety bubbling up inside her as the woman continued.

“Do you think you could do that right now princess… take your bloomers off for me?” the woman asked. “And let me see how pretty you are?”

The woman pulled back to gaze into the youngster’s eyes.

It was working. She was seducing the girl emotionally, peeling away her inhibitions, taking away her reasons to say no.

The girl seemed completely under her spell. She watched as the nine-year-old blushed, lowered her eyes, and nodded her head submissively.

“That’s a good girl,” Evelyn whispered, praising Rebecca. “Here, why don’t you come up here on the sofa,” the woman suggested, helping the girl, lifting her, coaxing her up on the cushion beside her. “There we go, now lie back for me.”

Evelyn maneuvered Rebecca down onto her back, then lifted the girl’s legs and positioned them so that one was tucked behind her down the back edge of the sofa, and the other lay across her lap. The hem of the dress lay draped across Rebecca’s thighs like a loose veil across her girlish femininity.

“Now,” Evelyn cooed softly, grinning playfully, letting her eyes drift flirtatiously down the girl’s body. “Do you have something to show me, Rebecca?”

The girl blushed nervously and squeezed her eyelids closed.

The nine-year-old was clearly struggling. It was difficult for her. It was all happening so fast, all of the naughty things she’d imagined, and more. The woman had already touched her in those places.

She had no choice. She’d made the decision to come and visit that day, knowing full well that these things were going to happen. And she’d already promised the woman that she was going to be a good girl for her.

Evelyn’s gentle, confident voice came to the girl like a whisper in the fog, reassuring her, guiding her, encouraging her. “Come on Rebecca, be a good girl and lift up your dress for me,” the woman whispered. “Let me have a look at you.”

The nine-year-old trembled nervously, hesitated, and then did as she was told — reaching down with both hands for the hem of her summer dress, lifting it, pulling it up, all the way up to her waist, exposing her baggy white bloomers. Rebecca knew that she was breaking a cardinal rule of childhood — making herself sexually available to a grown-up, offering herself to the pretty lady who worked at the Woolworth’s store.

The woman smiled. “There we go,” Evelyn reassured the girl. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The girl opened her eyes and shook her head.

Evelyn turned on the sofa, kneeling between Rebecca’s legs, letting the girl watch as she quickly unbuttoned the front of her blouse and tugged it out of the hem of her skirt. She opened her blouse wide to reveal the shape of her modest adult breasts, tucked so delicately into the material of her lacy black brassiere.

“Okay, sweetheart, I’m ready,” Evelyn whispered playfully. “Now let me see that little pearl of yours. Show me your cunt, Rebecca.”

The girl whimpered softly and squeezed her eyelids closed again, finding comfort in the darkness. The woman was talking so boldly, talking about that private place between her legs, using that rude word that she’d heard her uncle say when he’d been drinking.

That very naughty four-letter word crystallized in Rebecca’s young mind, cataloging its way into her consciousness, registering with that tender area of her girlish body — her “cunt.”

Suddenly and without warning, a tiny sensation flickered over the sensitive little button down there, tickling her, causing her to twitch nervously.

Evelyn could see the tension in the girl. She knew this a difficult moment. But it was necessary. She could easily reach out and strip the girl’s bloomers off and have her way with the child right then and there. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want to rape this little girl, and have her leave the house feeling scarred and violated.

Evelyn was a healthy 28-year-old woman who was absolutely starved for intimate companionship and sex, having been separated from her husband for many long months. She didn’t want to abuse anyone, especially a child. She simply wanted to have an affair, a secret, deeply intimate, mutually gratifying, illicit love affair.

The fact that she had chosen a pretty little nine-year-old girl as a lover was simply a reflection of a previously unexplored sexual preference that was deeply rooted in her past, in her childhood — a preference for girls, young girls, pretty, flat-chested, innocent little girls with cute, hairless slits between their legs.

If the war hadn’t taken Evelyn’s husband from her, perhaps she might never have acted on or explored this delicate side of her sexuality. But the war did come and take her husband away. And she’d waited dutifully, faithfully for him for over a year.

Then one day, she found herself undressing a little girl in the change room at the Woolworth’s store where she worked. And now she had that little girl in her house, lying on her sofa, the hem of her pretty little summer dress pulled up to her waist.

No, it would not be a good idea to act impulsively and quickly strip the girl, just to get a look at her pretty little cunt. No, she wanted this child to be a very cooperative lover. She wanted Rebecca to pull her own underwear down and expose herself, willingly. She wanted the girl to be an active participant in her own seduction.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy,” Evelyn whispered, encouraging the girl. “Let’s have a look at you.”

The woman watched Rebecca’s closed eyelids flutter nervously. She watched the nine-year-old’s fingers twitch. She watched her slender little hands move slowly, nervously to her waist. She watched her two little thumbs tuck down under the elastic waistband of her underwear.

Then she watched intently as the pretty little waif she’d met in the change room at the Woolworth’s store pushed the front of her underwear down, stretching the waistband all the way down to her upper thighs, unveiling the puffy softness of her girlish mound, exposing the lovely innocence of her immature little cunt for an adult woman.

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart,” Evelyn cooed softly.

It was beautiful. She could clearly see the delicate line of the nine-year-old’s slit, and the precocious bump of her immature clitoral hood.

“That is so pretty,” she whispered, reaching tentatively for the girl, touching the tips of her fingers down on the puffiness of that hairless little mound — circling around, feeling the delicate softness of her young skin, then turning, slipping down between the girl’s legs, finding the wonderfully soft lips of Rebecca’s adorable little cunt, touching it, feeling it, rubbing it lovingly.

Evelyn smiled as she watched the girl’s young mouth drop open and release a series of desperate little whimpers.

These were clearly the nervous gasps of child experiencing the strange sensation of having a lover’s fingers between her legs, touching her, rubbing her. But Evelyn knew the nervousness would pass.

There was absolutely no resistance in the girl. She was dutifully holding the front of her bloomers down. There was a series of twitches in her young legs, but she made no attempt to bring them together. She simply laid there and let the adult woman play with her cute little cunt.

Evelyn leaned right down over the girl and kissed Rebecca’s mouth as her fingers continued their intimate little dance between the nine-year-old’s legs.

The girl pursed her lips, shyly returning the kiss.

“Push your bloomers down, sweetheart,” the woman whispered softly between kisses.

Rebecca moved quickly, almost urgently, to give Evelyn exactly what she wanted, lifting her bum up from the sofa, pushing her bloomers as far down her thighs as they would go, deliberately stripping herself naked, signaling to the woman that everything was fine and anything was possible, letting the woman know that she was willing and available.

Evelyn caught that signal loud and clear, and went at the girl passionately, tongue-kissing her deeply, aggressively. Then she focused her efforts between the girl’s legs, seeking and finding the delicate bud of the nine-year-old’s clitoris with the tip of her middle finger, circling that tender little button, flirting with it, teasing it.

In a few brief moments of passion, the woman worked expertly to breathe life into Rebecca’s tiny clit. Under Evelyn’s delicate touch, that precocious little button had stiffened right up. It was poking brazenly out of its little cave, communicating directly with the woman, saying Here I am, come and get me.

“Mmmmnggghh,” the girl’s desperate whimper muffled by the presence of Mrs. Johnson’s tongue in her mouth.

Evelyn moaned softly as she felt the girl’s arms wrap tightly around her neck, as she felt a series of tell-tale twitches in the girl’s pelvis, as she felt the girl’s hips begin to move hesitantly, as she felt the girl’s knees spreading outward, seeking to give the woman’s fingers even more room between her legs.

Evelyn was immensely pleased. All of her aspirations, all of her dreams, all of her desires were going to be fulfilled. She had the little girl right where she wanted her. Rebecca was going to be a perfect little lover — hot, sexy, and uninhibited.

She withdrew her tongue from the girl’s mouth, following up that long passionate kiss with a series of feather-light pecks.

“Oh, you are so lovely,” Evelyn whispered between kisses.

The girl responded with a nervous squeak.

Evelyn drew back and gazed at the girl’s lovely face. “Do you like it when I do this to you, sweetheart?” she whispered as the tip of her middle finger continued to circle the child’s clitoris.

Rebecca’s eyes opened.

Evelyn almost swooned. It was like she was looking into the girl’s heart. She seemed so fragile, so vulnerable, so innocent, so available.

“It’s okay, you can tell me, it will be our special secret,” the woman whispered. “Do you like it when I play with your pretty little cunt, Rebecca?”

“Yesss,” the girl gasped, giving a quick nod.

Evelyn smiled. What a brave little girl, she thought.

“Well, I’m going to make you feel even better than this,” the woman promised. “But first, here — get up on your knees.”

The woman’s fingers slipped out from between Rebecca’s legs as the two of them rose up onto their knees on the sofa, facing each other.

“Now I want you to take off my blouse, princess,” Evelyn whispered.

The girl looked up into her eyes questioningly, as if she wasn’t sure quite where things were going.

“It’s okay,” the woman reassured her. “Just take my blouse off.”

The girl reached out and hesitantly followed Evelyn’s instructions, placing her hands on the woman’s shoulders, pulling the unbuttoned blouse down from Eyelyn’s shoulders.

Evelyn shrugged her hands out of the armholes and then tossed the blouse aside.

The girl seemed fascinated by Evelyn’s breasts.

The woman reached out for one of the nine-year-old’s hands — lifting it, kissing the backs of her fingers, then guiding it onto her chest. “Go ahead,” she whispered. “You can touch them if you want. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

The girl managed a shaky grin as she explored the shape of Evelyn’s breasts with her hand.

“Now it’s my turn,” the woman said softly as she reached down and placed her hands on the backs of Rebecca’s girlish thighs, slipping them up beneath the hem of the girl’s dress, finding the ring of her bloomers, still wrapped around her upper thighs.

The girl never blinked an eye as the woman pushed her underwear all the way down.

Evelyn smiled as the nine-year-old lifted her knees one by one and allowed the woman to remove her underwear completely.

“Your turn again,” Evelyn said as she stood on the sofa and turned her back to the girl. “Undo my skirt for me, princess.”

The girl was still on her knees as she responded immediately to follow the woman’s instructions, reaching out to pop the button on the thin waistband of Evelyn’s light summer skirt, then tentatively tugging the zipper down in back, watching nervously as the black lace of the woman’s garter belt and underwear came into view.

Evelyn moved, slowly and deliberately, letting her body move seductively as she inched the skirt down off the curves of her lovely ass, unveiling it for the girl, letting her see it, all dressed up in sexy black lace.

“Um, that must feel good on your skin,” the girl whispered, almost as a question, as Evelyn let her skirt fall around her ankles on the sofa.

“What?” Evelyn asked, turning her head to look back at the girl.

“Ahh, your bloomers, and those other pretty things,” the girl responded nervously.

“Oh, they feel wonderful on my skin,” Evelyn whispered seductively as she slipped her hands around and tucked them down under the curve of her bum, then moved them slowly up over her cheeks, caressing herself, letting the girl watch her do that.

Evelyn smiled as she gazed back at the girl. The nine-year-old’s eyes were focused intently on her ass, watching, looking.

“Would you like a feel?” Evelyn asked, reaching back for one of Rebecca’s hands, guiding it to her bottom, letting the little girl feel the texture of her lacy underwear, letting her feel the shape of her womanly ass.

“It feels good to be touched… all over,” Evelyn whispered suggestively as she slowly turned to face the girl, holding her hand in place, dragging it over the curve of her bottom, around her hip, and onto the softness of her tummy.

“It feels especially good down here,” the woman whispered as she guided the little girl’s fingers down over her mound and tucked them between her legs, pressing them boldly up against the crotch of her sexy lace panties, letting the girl feel the shape of her cunt.

The girl’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, but she made no attempt to take her hand away.

“Oh that’s it,” Evelyn whispered passionately. “Right there. It feels so good right there.”

The woman gently pumped her hips in a slow fucking motion as she pressed the little girl’s timid fingers up against her mound.

“Unnghh, yes, that’s it,” the woman moaned softly. “Rub my cunt for me, princess. Mmmm, that feels good. We’re going to have so much fun together, Rebecca.”

Evelyn was tempted to grasp the girl’s hand and tuck it right down into her underwear. She wanted to feel those tiny little fingers directly on her cunt. She wanted to push them inside her. But that would have to wait.

Reluctantly, she extracted the little girl’s hand from between her legs and dropped to her knees on the sofa once more.

And there they were, a 28-year-old woman and nine-year-old girl, kneeling on the sofa, facing each other. Both of them nervous, anticipating the naughty things they were going to do together.

Their playful undress-me game had left the woman wearing nothing but her lacy black lingerie, her garter belt and stockings, skimpy little bloomers and her sexy brassiere.

The girl, on the other hand, still appeared to be fully clothed in her pretty little summer dress. But underneath that dress, Rebecca’s pretty little cunt and her cute little bum were completely naked and available.

Evelyn reached out and pulled Rebecca close, wrapping both arms around her, letting her hands roam up and down the girl’s body.

The girl whimpered, twined her own arms around the woman and melted up against her.

Evelyn kissed the girl’s lips, then pushed her tongue into her mouth as her left hand slipped down to the back of Rebecca’s knees and inched up under the back of her dress, then up the back of her thighs and onto the soft naked cheeks of her bare bum, squeezing it, caressing it, pulling the girl up against her.

The woman then let her middle finger flirt its way down the line of the private little valley between the cheeks of the little girl’s bottom, seeking even greater intimacy with the nine-year-old.

Breaking their kiss, Evelyn whispered a soft instruction.”Spread your legs a little, princess.”

The girl murmured softly and did as she was told, inching her knees apart on the cushioned seat of the sofa.

“A little more, Rebecca,” the woman whispered. The girl’s legs parted even further.

The woman had the freedom she was seeking. She pushed her tongue back into Rebecca’s mouth and then boldly, without hesitation, she tucked the tip of her middle finger between the child’s cheeks and touched the tight circle of her tender little anus, pressing up against it, letting the little girl know exactly how intimate they were going to be with each other.

The girl’s bum twitched as the woman tongue-fucked her young mouth, pressing her finger up between Rebecca’s cheeks.

Evelyn’s bold finger found the center of that tight little rosebud and pressed, pushing against it, feeling the little muscle tense briefly and then relax, opening up just a little.

The girl’s mouth fell away as Rebecca dropped back. This was almost too much for the child. She’d never imagined this, being wrapped in Mrs. Johnson’s arms, feeling a warm hand up under her dress, feeling the tip of the woman’s slender middle finger pressing against her bum hole.

Evelyn smiled as the girl’s eyes rolled up, her head dropped back and her mouth went slack.

“Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh,” the girl moaned. Then suddenly, the nine-year-old’s anus relaxed completely and opened up for the woman.

There we go,” Evelyn whispered softly, calming the girl. “Just relax, my love, let it happen.”

Several years ago, Evelyn’s husband, in moment of hot passion, had shown her that giving someone you love access to that very private place could actually be a very pleasurable experience. Now she was sharing that knowledge with a pretty little girl.

She pushed in, seeking intimate depth, feeling the warmth of the girl’s young body embrace her probing finger, feeling that tight ring gripping her second knuckle. She paused momentarily before pulling out so that only the tip remained inside. And then she slowly pressed back in again — boldly, lewdly finger-fucking the nine-year-old’s bum, feeling the girl squirm in her arms, hearing her nervous gasps.

Evelyn smiled. Nothing could be finer on this warm Wednesday morning. She had a pretty little waif in her house. She had the girl’s bloomers stripped off. She had her slender middle finger pushed up the girl’s bum. And she had the rest of the day to do all of the things she’d imagined doing with the little girl she’d met in the change room at the Woolworth’s store.

Evelyn leaned forward and nuzzled the girl’s neck, kissing her way up to her ear, whispering passionately to her. “Mmmm, you are so sexy, such a pretty girl,” the woman gasped softly as poked her tongue out and flirted with Rebecca’s earlobe. “Mmmm, I want to fuck you, sweetheart.”

Those strange words shocked Evelyn even as they were leaving her mouth. They were the kind of words her husband often used when he was on her. Harold liked to be aggressive in bed, and he liked Evelyn to be submissive.

But now she was the aggressor, and her own submissive little lover was a nine-year-old girl. And as it turned out, the role of aggressor came naturally to her.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Evelyn whispered. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. And you are going to be a good girl for me while I do.”

Rebecca gasped nervously as Evelyn demonstrated her intent with the tip of her tongue, french-kissing the little girl’s ear.

“Do you understand?” Evelyn asked.

“Yesss,” the girl whimpered submissively.

“Good,” the woman cooed as she slipped her middle finger out of the girl’s bum. “Now, let’s get this dress off of you.”

The girl leaned against Evelyn as the woman’s fingers worked on the buttons down the back of her dress. When she was done, Evelyn coaxed the girl out of her arms, and gently tugged the front of her dress forward and down.

Both of them were breathing deeply — Evelyn out of pure arousal, and Rebecca out of excited nervousness.

The woman smiled as the dress fell away and dropped around the girl’s on the sofa.

It was odd, Evelyn had not expected this. The girl was wearing a little white cotton undershirt, the simplest kind, with thin shoulder straps. It was a little small on her, the bottom hem barely reaching her navel. It was perfect. She looked like a little angel.

“My God, you are beautiful, Rebecca,” the woman whispered. She leaned down and helped the girl tug the dress under her knees and pull it off.

“There we are,” the woman murmured, drinking in the lovely sight. “Now I want you upstairs. I want you in my bed. Come with me.”

Evelyn stood and reached for the little girl’s hand, holding it in hers, coaxing her up from the sofa, leading her across the room, guiding her up the wide stairway that led to the second floor of the big house.

It was pretty dim in the parlour, but the big ceiling light was on in the hallway beside the staircase. So if someone happened to be walking across the front porch at that moment, and just happened to look in the big front window and focus past the thin sheer curtains, they would have seen a very strange thing indeed — a grown woman dressed in the sexiest of black lingerie, walking up a flight of stairs, holding hands with a very pretty and nearly naked little girl.

The End 

Sadly, Puella never completed this story. Nearly ten years after this last chapter was originally posted at Leslita, it’s doubtful that we will ever see another from her. Nonetheless, we think what there is of the story is good enough to justify posting at Juicy Secrets.

Still, we wonder — might there be some bold soul among us with the will and the writing chops to attempt a new installment of this lovely tale…? 

Amber, Chapter 7

  • Posted on August 10, 2017 at 1:04 pm

By Tater Tot

Amber had somehow migrated against me during the night, cuddled under my arm. She woke up and twitched a little, waking me up.

She kind of rolled over sleepily, yawning with half shut eyes as she gave me a smile. I could see when she remembered what day it was as her eyes popped open and she gasped loudly before saying, “Oh my God, it’s Saturday!”

I laughed and snuggled down in the bed some and said, “Yep, Saturday. Good day to sleep in.”

“Mom!” she said loudly.

“What?” I said, “you don’t want to sleep in?”

“Is it a reward weekend, Mom?” she said in her best lawyer’s voice, getting a grin from me.

“Well… I suppose it is,” I said.

That was pretty much it for Mom. Amber leaped on top of me and started kissing my face, then held my head as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her pussy was grinding against mine as she moaned into our kiss.

She broke away, her eyes wild, panting for breath as she sort of stared down at me. She stayed like that for a second, then growled — an honest to god growl! — and slid sideways off me. Grabbing the sheet she flipped it down and off, revealing me, naked beneath it. She growled again, sort of clinched her arms around me and tried to stuff one of my breasts in her mouth.

Her excitement was infectious — it made me so hot, watching her lust after me. My eyes were half-closed and I was holding the sheets tightly as she molested my body. Her mouth worried at my tit as her hands ran feverishly up and down me. She was making grunting, panting noises as if she was unable to catch her breath. Her hands were shaking and fluttering above me as if she couldn’t decide what to do first. She finally gave a sobbing sound and slid down to devour my pussy. She wrapped her hands around me and dove in, her tongue licking frantically as she whimpered and moaned.

I was close to coming when the little vixen came first. Not even touching herself, just so aroused by it all that she came.

When she quit moaning and humping the bed I said, “Please, now, lick me, eat me baby. Please.”

She did, really getting off on what I was saying. Her tongue drove deep and then started licking across my clit, pushing me into an orgasm. I shoved my hips up hard as she ground her mouth against me. That calmed her down for some reason, and she just ate my pussy until I exploded then slowly licked me clean.

She slid up next to me and lay beside me, looking at my face as she let one hand play with my breast.

“How do we do this today, Mom?” she asked softly.

I turned to face her, still panting slightly from the orgasm. Reaching up to run my hand down her face, I said, “I would recommend we make it special. You get so excited, but this will be our first time and you’ll want to make it something you remember. We’ll have a lot of opportunities to act out your fantasies, but you and I will only get one first fuck.”

She was thinking, twitching her lips as she looked at me. “Yes, I want that too. What should I do?”

Smiling I said, “Why don’t we have breakfast, then we can get cleaned up. We can shave each other again and you can abuse your slave in the shower, so you can take the edge off. Then I’ll put on something sexy for you. I’ll get the cock out, and you can fuck me and make me your lover.”

I thought she would go nuts hearing me talk like that, but she just listened and nodded. She didn’t say anything for a while, then said “Okay, that sounds good.”

We got up and I tossed on a long t-shirt, and she put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I made breakfast while she contemplated things. My t-shirt only came to the bottom of my ass, so Amber spent most of the time with her eyes where my cheeks peeked out. I grinned as I started getting aroused from the attention. I stayed in shape to feel good about myself, and having my tight ass admired felt good.

When we finished, Amber helped me clean up, but her hand finally came around to rub my ass. She wasn’t much help after that, but at least let me finish up. When I set the towel on the sink, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around to grasp my breasts, panting in my ear. She didn’t say anything, just stood like that for a moment, her hips slowly grinding against my ass. She was breathing hard while I stood there quietly, but she finally just stepped back and let me go.

Her hands were shaking slightly as she tugged me to the shower — not really being aggressive or bossy, just impatient to get on with it. When we got there I slowly reached down and pulled the t-shirt off, letting Amber enjoy the sight. She shucked her clothes in a frenzy of motion, then waited for me to get the shower started.

She shaved me first, trembling slightly, but gentle with her hands. I did her next, watching as her head rolled back and her eyes closed. She was soaked with juice, making the shaving cream a bit thin.

After I rinsed her I sat back on my knees and waited. When she hadn’t felt my touch for a moment, she opened her eyes with a moan and looked down at where I was kneeling. She gasped a couple of times, then said, “Eat me, Mom.”

I ate her. She held my head and humped my face as my tongue worked. She came with a splash and a shrill scream almost immediately. She was twitching strongly as she continued to hump my mouth, then started yelling, “Eat me, Mom, lick me harder, harder… uh… now… now… oh God…” she was deep into it as my tongue drove in and out, licking periodically.

I placed a finger at my daughter’s opening and gently pushed it in, still fighting how tight she was. I eventually started thrusting slowly as I moved my tongue to licking and sliding across her clit.

Amber really fought to hold off her orgasm this time, twisting and tightening her body as she kept saying, “Eat me, Mom,” over and over. Her breaths were so short and harsh that it was hard to understand her. Eventually it turned into a kind of keening cry, her whole body one solid, clenched muscle as her hips pushed up from the bench. Her legs locked tightly around my head as she sort of levitated upward.

When she came for the second time it was with a massive convulsion, as if every muscle in her body relaxed, then tightened again. She let out a harsh gasp as her pussy squirted me, then when she tightened up and released once more, she gave out a high pitched scream of overwhelming ecstasy. Her cunt seemed to spray me like a hose.

When Amber finished, she collapsed like she had in the kitchen. Her eyes were half open, but totally blank.

I helped my daughter from the shower, seated her on the toilet and tenderly dried her, then myself. We made our way to my room and got into bed. I seated myself against the headboard, and Amber lay down with her head in my lap. I brushed her hair with my fingers as she rested.

A few minutes later, her eyes fluttered open. “So good,” she mumbled.

I let my fingers run down her face and caressed it while she watched me. “Will it be like this with someone else, Mom?” she asked.

“I don’t know, honey,” I said, “a lot of it is between you and your lover.”

She sort of nodded at that, obviously understanding what I meant.

Amber eventually got out of bed, and I did the same. I asked her to give me a few minutes to dress, then got out something nice for her. I put on a black choker, black fishnet stockings, and an awesome pair of sheer black boy shorts. When I was dressed, I called her back in.

She walked in, then stopped abruptly when she saw me standing there, looking down at the floor and trying to look sweet and innocent. I looked damn good, if I say so myself. Next to Amber’s thin youthfulness I looked heavier, but wasn’t really much larger than when I was in college. Exercise every week had kept my muscle tone, and I was proud of my flat stomach. My ass was larger, but not from fat. My breasts were the full handful compared to her mouthful, but were still fairly firm.

“My God,” she whispered. “Oh my God.”

I smiled and went to the dresser, pulling out the top drawer and taking out the strap-on. It had a cock about seven inches long and about the same thickness of most of my lovers. I had bought it to try and keep her expectations realistic when it came to men. It had adjustable straps, and the back had a short stub that slid into the wearer’s cunt and pressed her clit.

I knelt in front of her and murmured, “Ready to use this?”

She just nodded, so I put the cock on her. She groaned as I slid the stub inside her, which went in very easily since she was almost dripping with excitement. When it was fastened around Amber’s waist I looked up at her, the cock pointing between us. She was breathing heavily, a flush of arousal forming on her chest.

I smiled as I lifted the cock and started licking it. Amber made a loud “Oh!” sound as she stared down at me. I played with it like it was real, licking and kissing for a while, then taking the head into my mouth. Amber started making soft grunting noises as I slowly took the cock as deep as I could, then slid it back out. I did this a couple of times as she began moaning. After a few pushes into my throat, I drew back and looked up at my daughter.

“I want you to fuck me, Amber,” I said softly.

She tilted her head back and moaned, but then looked back and said, “Yes. Now.”

I stood up and hugged her tight as we kissed.

Her hands were shaking as I led her to the bed and laid back on it. She stood looking down at me, trembling and shaking in excitement, a tear on her cheek as she stared at my body. She crawled up and knelt next to me, running her hands along my breasts and stomach, finally reaching out to caress my panty-clad pussy.

She slid down and knelt between my legs, looking up at my face as she touched my pussy, letting her fingers trail along it for a while. I started moaning after a minute, her touch causing my body to tighten.

She eventually leaned down and kissed my pussy, pausing just to breathe for a moment. Then she started rubbing her face on the crotch of my panties. After a minute of two she started licking, her tongue pressing in firmly and drawing from top to bottom. I was twitching and moaning the whole time, sweat starting on my forehead as the incredible feelings swept upward from my cunt. She was worshipping my panties, tasting and caressing them, lost in some kind of daze.

She eventually moaned loudly and leaned back, drawing my panties down and off. She was kneeling between my legs, back straight as she lifted the panties to her face. Closing her eyes, she held them against her mouth and came.

Her eyes were a little dazed as she looked at me, letting my panties fall away, but she leaned forward, kissed me hard, then pulled away, panting frantically as she said “I want to f-fuck you Mom,” the curse word still causing her problems.

I smiled and reached down to guide the cock into position as she put her hands on either side of my head. When it was resting just slightly inside, I put my hands on her neck and said, “Fuck me, Amber.”

She had to work on the angle at first, but slowly fed the cock into me, her making whimpering noises the whole time as she looked between us to see the cock going in.

When our pussies bumped, she came yet again with a sharp cry. Her eyes closed for a second as I felt her juices splash me. I was moaning in excitement myself, so hot from realizing this girl was orgasming just from the feel of her strap-on entering me. The feel of her cock was driving me wild as I looked up at her.

Once she’d recovered a little, Amber started drawing out slowly, then pushing back in. I tilted my head back slowly as she fucked me — holding off my orgasm, letting it build up. I wrapped my arms around her neck at some point, holding on as she started thrusting harder and faster.

She was saying, “Oh, God,” over and over, her head back as she tensed up. Her stamina was surprisingly good, since I knew how hard it was to hold yourself up like that. Her hips were really pounding me after about five minutes. She was mumbling, “Mom… oh god… yes… ohhh,” a constant stream of words.

My hips were pushing up against her on every down stroke when I came. I’d been in the middle of drawing in a breath when it hit. I froze, my body clenching tightly as I felt the orgasm race outward from where her cock was pushing into me. My eyes were closed and I was barely aware of her scream, mingling with my own.

I pulled her down on me as my hips bucked wildly for a moment, becoming slightly aware of Amber’s hips still pushing into me. She was screaming and squealing into my neck, smothering the sound against me. It pushed me into another small orgasm, making my pussy feel like it was turning inside out.

I hazed out, just lying there, sweating and panting as she lay on top of me. I think she had fallen asleep, or passed out. I eventually got enough of my muscles to work that I could roll her off, wincing at the way the cock twisted as it withdrew from me.

I rolled over, wrapping myself around her and zoned out.

Soon to appear: Chapter 8!

A Little Grey Mouse, Part One

  • Posted on August 8, 2017 at 5:10 pm

By Nellie of Sweden

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2010 }

My sexual awakening happened when I was eight years old. It was my fifteen-year-old cousin Erica who introduced me to the pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. We kept having sex with one another until she died a little over four years ago in a tragic car crash.

I’m almost 43 now and I live alone. Of course, I long to meet a woman or girl to share my life. Hopefully, a mother with a little girl (or two or three for that matter) who shares my lust for preteen girls. Especially those girls between three and eleven. The younger they are the easier they are to seduce, but on the other hand… The older ones get a lot hornier when you at last get to the point when she lets you touch her privates.

The story I want to tell you now is about my first time as the older one in a sexual relationship.

I was about twelve when I realized, or maybe more truthfully, admitted to myself my lust for little girls. My body had started to change and assuming a more woman-like form. My breasts had started to develop and some thin blond hairs grew on the little velvetbun between my legs and in my armpits. By the way… the word “velvetbun” was Erica’s nickname for my genital area. It’s a word I still like and also use sometimes when I occasionally get lucky and get my hands on some sweet little girl. Cute, don’t you think?

Anyway… I started to fantasize about younger girls, mostly very small ones. Girls that had not yet become schoolgirls! So one day I got a bright idea. I advertised at the mall near my home and in smaller shops that I was a keen babysitter, and soon the phone started ringing and people wanted to hire me.

The very first job I got was to babysit little Camilla, a three-year-old beauty who looked like a little doll. I really was anxious to get inside her panties. Camilla was cute as a princess, but not a very nice child. She was spoiled rotten and got very angry whenever I didn’t let her have her way. She cried and screamed and I almost gave up my babysitting career the first night. But when she got tired, she was a little easier to handle.

I suggested that I would read her a story, and she ran away to get her favourite book. Then she sat down in my lap and I started reading. She soon leaned back with her little curly head to my shoulder and I dared to put my hand on her leg. I read to her and slowly moved my hand upwards under her nightgown. She put her pacifier in her mouth and seemed to relax even more.

But when my hand reached the upper part of her thigh she suddenly stiffened and yelled very loudly, “NOOO!!!”

I immediately took my hand away but managed to stay calm. “What? Why did you scream like that?”

“Not touch my pee-pee,” she said. “Mummy says to scream ‘no’ if someone touches my pee-pee.”

“But I didn’t touch you there,” I said. “I only touched your leg.”

“Almost,” Camilla replied.

“Well sorry… I didn’t mean to,” I said.

I felt ashamed being caught by a toddler that way and decided to give up the idea of trying anything with her. And when her mother got back, I told her everything and reassured her I didn’t mean to come too close to her daughter’s forbidden area. And luckily enough, she believed me.

During the next few weeks I got only two babysitting jobs, and those were for little boys, so nothing happened. But some weeks later that year, I got my chance for something more.

The year before, my family had moved to our own house and I finally had my own room. I also got a new best friend. Our next door neighbour had two daughters and the older one was my age. Her name was Rebecka and we soon became best chums. Her little sister was five and carried the name Linnea, which in my opinion is one of the prettiest names for girls.

But Linnea herself wasn’t very pretty. She was skinny and tall for her age and if I should describe my impression of her in one word the word would be “grey”. She had a very plain, almost boyish face and her hair was… well, it was sort of grey. Later she grew up to be a lovely lady, but as a five year old she was… well plain and grey, but had good manners and a nice personality.

It all started with a tragedy that could have ended much worse, but it was still a tragedy.

One night in the beginning of the summer we woke up from a lot of noises and discovered that the Karlsson’s house was on fire. We rushed out, of course, to see if anyone needed help. Rebecka and her parents were carried out to ambulances that waited in the street. Becka’s mother was shouting and waving her arms.

“My baby, my baby! Please save my baby! Where is Linnea?”

The firefighters and the policemen just shook their heads and said they hadn’t found her, and the ambulances drove away with blinking blue warning lights. Then I suddenly saw something. In the very back of the garden stood a little figure. I ran over there as fast as I could and found Linnea, unharmed physically but crying from fear and shock. I lifted her up and she clung tightly to me.

My mother saw us and told me to take her inside our house. Then she told the police that I had found the youngest girl and that she was okay. A paramedic came in, gave her a quick exam and then said she was all right.

Linnea seemed better now, and I asked her if she was tired. She nodded her head and grabbed her little teddy bear, so I put her to bed in my room. I told her that her family was going to be fine, and luckily enough it turned out I was right. She fell asleep almost at once and I went out to find out if her parents had been told she was alive and well.

A little while later I climbed down into bed with her and she didn’t notice. I couldn’t really sleep after everything that had happened, so at first I thought I’d watch some TV. But then I suddenly realized I had a little girl in my bed, exactly what I’d been dreaming about!

Linnea slept on her back with her thumb in her mouth and the teddy bear in her other hand. I put my hand gently on her left knee. She didn’t react at all, so I moved it slowly upwards. My heart was pounding so hard that I almost thought she would awaken from the sound of it. Linnea kept sleeping like a baby, and I was very alert in case she should wake up.

Holding my breath, I cupped my hand gently over her little-girl pussy. My own vagina was soaking wet. Linnea still didn’t wake up, but she gave a small moan. Then she sucked her thumb again and kept sleeping.

I looked at her face and right then, I suddenly saw her special beauty. The grey little mouse was lovely, at least at that moment.

Gently I stroked upwards with my hand and it slipped inside the top of her pajamas. Again I held my breath anxious to notice any sign that she was waking up as I slowly moved my hand down and inside her underpants. Linnea sucked more eagerly on her thumb, but kept sleeping as my hand gently caressed her baby-smooth sex.

My heart was pounding hard and I decided to stop before she woke up. She’d been through enough for one day, and I thought that patience was the best way to get what I wanted from Linnea. I soon fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Linnea seemed a little confused. “Why am I here?” she asked. “Did I walk in my sleep again?”

“No,” I said. “Don’t you remember what happened at your house last night?”

She did when she had some time to think, and she started crying a little. “Mummy,” she sobbed.

I took her in my arms and held her close. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “Mummy’s gonna be fine and so is Daddy and Becka! They’ll be back home soon. Till then, you can stay here with me. Would you like that?”

She nodded her head and hugged her teddy bear. Then she smiled all of a sudden. “Look,” she said. “Teddy is okay too!”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Yeah, Linnea, that’s good,” I said. “You were a brave girl and rescued Teddy, didn’t you?”

She looked at me and smiled. “You’re nice,” she said. “I like you, Nellie!”

I gently placed a little kiss on the tip of her nose and replied that I liked her too.

“Wanna play the bed game?” she said.

“Dunno… what’s the bed game!”

Linnea giggled a little. “It’s a secret game only for big girls,” she said. “No grown-ups can know about it!”

“Okay, but who taught you how to play it?”

“Becka… but you mustn’t tell her I told you! She says I can’t tell anyone, or else the police might take us.”

I had a hunch what she was talking about and felt my heart begin to pound. I was overjoyed that Rebecka seemed to be more like me than I had even dared to hope for.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll play. Will you teach me how?”

“Promise first! You can’t ever tell anyone about it! It’s a girl secret.”

“I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die!” I said, making a military salute.

“Good. Okay, first, we take our jammies and nightgowns off.”

YESSSS! I thought. She doesn’t even need to be fooled into undressing — she’s suggesting it herself!

“Fine,” I said with a smile.

She took off her pyjamas very quickly, then I crawled out of my nightgown and panties. Now we were completely naked.

Linnea looked at my small tits. “Becka’s are bigger… but yours are nice too,” she said in her childish, honest way.

“So are yours,” I replied.

Linnea giggled again. “Silly! I don’t have any boobies yet! I’m only five.”

“Flat is pretty too,” I said. “But let’s play now! Show me how to do it.”

“Okay… lie on your back and close your eyes,” she said. “And then you move your legs apart.”

I did as she said — trying my best to hide my excitement, afraid that heavy moaning and such would scare off my potential little lover. Then I felt Linnea climb on top of me. She started to move as if she was fucking, with her little pussy pounding against mine. I placed both my hands on her tiny little butt and helped her keep a steady rhythm.

“Feels good, huh?” Linnea said after awhile.

“Yeah, it sure does!” I said.

Then she wanted to switch places with me. Of course, I didn’t mind that at all. But before humping this sweet little girl, I just had to explore her with my hands.

Linnea gave out a little scream and laughed out loud when I touched her cunt. Her pussy was very warm and her slit felt a little moist.

“You’re crazy, Nellie,” she giggled. “No one has ever touched me like that!”

“Doesn’t Becka?” I asked in a surprised tone.

“No… we just hump each other, like I did to you.”

I let my index finger trail along her moist slit. She shivered when I gently rubbed her tiny clitoris.

“Okay, Linnea… what do you think feels the best, this or the humping?”

Her eyes were wide. “Um… this.”

“Is it even better than when you do it yourself?” I asked.

Linnea looked very embarrassed. “What? I don’t…”

I cut her off. “Oh, yes you do! But it’s okay, everybody does it. Even me! There’s nothing wrong with that.”

I gently placed a fingertip at her tight little opening — but I couldn’t insert it, she was too tight. So I just kept rubbing, because Linnea seemed to love that. And that gave me the courage to try and take our little game to the next level.

I gently kissed the child’s mouth, and Linnea gave me a pleased smile. “That’s so nice!” she said. “Becka never kisses me.”

“Doesn’t she? I wonder why…”

She pouted. “It’s ’cause our granddad once spanked us for kissing. And Becka also got spanked for touching herself once. He said that if a girl touches herself or other girls that way, God will make her hands fall off!”

“Oh, good grief… That’s not true!” I said. “God doesn’t mind when we do things that feel good. Why should he? God wants us to be happy, and if touching each other makes you happy then it can’t be a sin.”

She seemed to believe me, because she relaxed and smiled. So I decided to see if she was willing to take another step.

“You know what, Linnea?” I said. “There are a lot of things two girls can do that are even better than this. I can teach you some, if you want me to.”

She laughed and looked into my eyes. “Better than this? You make me feel all tingly already. What else is there?”

“Well… for starters, I could teach you about how lovers kiss! Open your lips a little.”

She did as she was told and I kissed her again, this time slipping my tongue into her warm little mouth. I remembered my own first French kiss and told her to do as I did, just as Erica taught me to do four years earlier.

“Oh, Jesus,” she said when I broke the kiss. “That made my pee-pee tingle even more. I liked that, Nellie!.”

“So did I, sweetheart,” I whispered. “But don’t call it ‘pee-pee’, Linnea! That’s a word for babies. Big girls like you and me have pussies. Or cunts, if you like.”

“That’s a dirty word,” Linnea said, shocked.

“No, it isn’t! Some people get upset from hearing it, that’s true… but I don’t know why. With me, you can say ‘cunt’, any time you like! I think it’s a beautiful word. And I really like your cunt!”

My own cunt was soaking wet and my nipples so hard that they hurt. I leaned in to kiss Linnea again, and she willingly accepted my tongue in her mouth.

“Okay, Linnea,” I said. “Now it’s your turn to close your eyes and spread your legs.”

“Yeah, hump me,” she said with a happy voice.

And I did just that, rubbing against her for a while. She really seemed to enjoy it. Then I took a break and kissed her some more. First on the mouth, then her neck and shoulders. Moving down even further, I licked her nipples.

Linnea giggled. “That tickles,” she said.

“Bad tickle or nice?”

“Nice! Please do some more!”

I sucked at her little pink nipples, and when they were both nice and pointy, I moved down to kiss her flat tummy, tickling her navel a little with my tongue, making Linnea laugh and peek down at me. “Close your eyes!” I reminded her. “That’s the rule, right?”

“Oh, yeah… sorry!” Linnea replied.

She shivered and sighed when she felt my mouth caress her soft pussy lips. I let my tongue stroke her slit a few times, then took a few longer, deeper licks. She was moaning loudly when my tongue found her little pink clit. Meanwhile, I made another try at finger-fucking her. I carefully pressed the tip of my index finger against her almost totally closed opening, and this time the child’s pussy sort of opened up a little, enough to admit the intruder.

I tried to be as gentle as I could, paying thorough attention to Linnea’s body’s response. She was so tight, so tight — but little by little, she opened up for me, and my finger slid deeper and deeper inside her. It felt as if this little girl’s cunt was sucking at my finger. So tight, yet so willing! I could feel my young lover’s pulse through the tight pussy walls that squeezed my finger. And I loved the feeling.

I licked and sucked and fingered her as tenderly as I could, and soon enough Linnea was moaning with pleasure.

“God, Nellie,” she whispered. “The tickles are coming — and so fast, too!”

It took a moment before I understood what she meant, but I realized that she’d already experienced orgasms, and knew a little more than I had during my first time.

Suddenly she moaned again — and this time, I felt her coming. I felt it inside her pussy, and in her body as it stiffened and relaxed over and over again.

Finally, lying limply next to me, she giggled. “Oh, Nellie, you made even better tickles than Becka does!”

“Thank you, Linnea,” I whispered. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Um… do I have to kiss you that way too?” she wondered.

I stroked Linnea’s hair and smiled at her, shaking my head. “No, you don’t have to! Only if you want.”

Linnea hesitated, looking a bit unhappy. “It’s only fair that I do it to you,” she said. “But… it seems kinda gross. And, I mean, I’ve never done it…”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Like I told you — don’t do it unless you want. I won’t think any less of you, I promise!”

She looked at me without speaking for a little while. “Maybe next time,” she eventually said. “You see, I want to… but I don’t dare. Not yet, anyway.”

I just smiled and kissed her again, knowing that sooner or later she’d come around and do the same to me that I’d done to her.

Linnea sat up and stretched. “Nellie… I’m really hungry! Do you have cereal and milk?”

“Yeah, I’m sure we do,” I said with a smile. “Wanna go downstairs and find something to eat?”

We put our nighties back on and went downstairs to the kitchen. My dad was there, reading the morning paper.

“Oh, it’s two sweet little ladies,” he said with a smile. “Good morning!”

We said good morning back to him, then I set the table for us and took out the cereal from the cupboard and milk from the fridge.

Linnea was a little shy around my dad. Every time he looked at her, she blushed and giggled. Then Mum came down too and she walked up to where I sat at the table and put a hand on my shoulder.

“You did very good last night, young lady,” she said. “So good, I’ll give you double allowance this week!”

“Oh, thank you, Mum,” I said. “Can I maybe have it today?”

Mum went to get her purse and gave me the money. I looked at Linnea and smiled. “Wanna go to the store with me and get some candy?”

Linnea really did shine like the sun when she smiled right then. “Yes, please. Wow, I’m gonna trade Becka for you if your parents will take her! She never shares any candy with me,” she said. Mum and Dad laughed.

I was so happy I had found a little lover… and suddenly she didn’t look grey and plain anymore. Now that I looked at her with love, she was the cutest thing you can imagine. And that was when I got an idea how I was going to make Linnea want to give me the same pleasures that she got from me. I’ll tell you about that next time!

Continue on to Part Two

Starlight Lover, Part Two

  • Posted on August 5, 2017 at 1:51 pm

By Amanda

Checkpoint number two. Mindy was sitting next to me on the bridge, busy sending the logs through the comm link while I was explaining the presence of an undocumented child aboard my vessel to a doc officer who’d decided a bio scan was in order.

“…I told you, she was a stowaway.”

“Why didn’t you report her at the previous checkpoint?” He asked me for the third time.

“Because I didn’t find her until after I was through.”

“That is inaccurate Captain, we found the child prior to entering the first checkpoint,” Mindy corrected. I tapped the mute key on the comm.

“I know this Mindy. I am ordering you not to answer any questions about the girl until further notice. Nothing Mindy, except her name.” The Betty nodded her understanding and I unmuted the comm.

“We’ll be taking her in to custody.” The doc officer finally announced.

My heart froze. That was the last thing I’d wanted to hear. Technically he was allowed to take her, but because she was on my ship, etiquette dictated that I could decide what to do with her between the moment of finding her and when I reached my final destination. What made me most nervous was I hadn’t made any entry in the logs about her. It was my hope that he would not take the time to go through my logs as carefully as he’d gone through everything else.

“Please, Officer Miles, come aboard and let’s discuss this.”

“Federation law is very specific,” he shot back at me. There was a pause, a long pause. “Prepare to be boarded,” he finally said.

I was not normally relieved when dock officers boarded my ship, but in this case, I felt it gave me some hope of keeping the little girl. Either way though, I could see that I would be in this docking bay for quite some time to come.

Twenty minutes passed before the doc officer appeared at the airlock portal. I tapped the soft key on the console and the door released with a loud hiss. The officer stepped onto the ship. “Permission to board, Captain?” It was not a request. Federation law provided that I had no choice but to let him on.

“Of course,” I answered with a polite smile.

“Doc officer James Miles.” He offered his hand and I shook it.

“Captain Melchovic.”

“Well captain, you asked me here so I assume you’re going to plead for me to leave the girl in your care?” I nodded my head. “Federation Law says she’s a prisoner, and due to her age, she’ll be returned to her family.”

“If you’d talk to her, you’d see that she doesn’t want to go back.”

“Look, I know the rule of thumb so to speak, on stowaways. Most captains either put them out an airlock or work them as slave labor until they get where they’re going. I don’t want either happening to a kid.” The officer said in a less firm tone.

“Neither would I. I’m going to take her to Europa and we’ll get her back to her mother from there.” I tried to assure him.

There was a long pause as he seemed to contemplate his options. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let the girl decide what she wants, but either way we have to contact her family to let them know she’s all right.”

“Thank you,” I gasped. Relieved that he wasn’t being a hard-ass about the situation.

“Get her and meet me back here. We need to go into the dock and sign some paper work.”

I hurried up to Star’s room, then ushered her back down to the airlock, a fifteen-minute trek even with me rushing the girl. When we finally got back down to the airlock, we found Officer Miles sitting down, smoking a cigarette. I didn’t mind very much that he was, I simply found it rude that he didn’t bother to ask.

The officer dropped his cigarette on the floor and crushed it with his heavy boot. He then smiled at Star and took her hand, leading her to the airlock. I tried to follow but he stopped me. He then closed the door and began talking to Star. I knew what he was asking her. Had I hurt her, had I raped her, had I forced her to work and so on. I wondered to myself about the rape. We had not slept together since our picnic, and Star had grown a bit distant. I wondered if perhaps I’d gone too far too fast.

After what seemed like an eternity, they both entered the ship again. Officer Miles did not seem happy but Star was smiling.

“Well, I don’t approve of the relationship the two of you have, but since you’re not breaking any laws there’s really nothing much for me to say. Thus we’re going to go put in a call to her mother.”

We walked through the airlock and down a long hall before coming to an office. The dock officer gestured to a pair of chairs in front of the desk before taking his own seat. He tapped the pad in front of the computer console then opened the top drawer of his desk and withdrew a PIC scanner. He leaned across the desk and scanned first my PIC, then Star’s. A moment later he was placing an ultrawave call to Mars.

I wondered what time it would be back on Star’s home planet. It didn’t matter though because her mother answered.

“Hello I am Federation Dock Officer James Miles. We have your daughter here with us. Apparently she stowed away aboard a ship and is now about three quarters of the way from Mars to Europa.”

“They didn’t put the little bitch out an airlock?” I heard a gruff, sleepy voice come back across the connection.

“Ma’am we need to know when you’d like to have her shipped back?”

‘Shipped back!’ I thought to myself. He had said he would let me keep her until Europa if she wanted—if she wanted. I wondered if she had told him she didn’t want to stay with me.

“I don’t want to go back!” Star shouted, sending a wave of relief through me.

“And I don’t want her,” came the woman’s reply, having heard her daughter. “Let her slave away on a ship, maybe then she’ll appreciate what I did for her.”

The dock officer looked upset. He was silent for several moments. “Ma’am I cannot take custody of her without your authorization. I am sending a document through to you now, please review it then put your print on it.” He finally said. He tapped the soft keys on the pad and several silent, agonizing moments passed before the computer chimed, signaling an incoming file.

“There, she’s your problem now.” The woman abruptly closed the connection.

“Well, what a lovely lady,” the officer scoffed. “She has deferred temporary custody to the Federal Transit Authority, and since I am the officer in charge, I am willing to turn over that custody to you. Star seems happy on your ship and has told me that she wants to stay with you. But this is only temporary custody. You have ninety standard days to file for full custody or she will be sent back to her mother.” The officer pulled a tablet from his desk, tapped a few lit softkeys and presented it to me. I read over the document it was displaying before pressing my thumb against the interface pad.

“She’s all legal now?” I asked.

“You have to enroll her in school, provide for her, basically for the next ninety days she’s the same as your own kid. I’m leaving the pad with you, the print has been recorded. It will provide the information you need to file for permanent custody. I don’t suspect you’ll have any trouble getting it.” He looked at Star, “I’m sorry kid, you really got a bad deal when it came to moms.”

“I have Kirstin now, I don’t care about her anymore,” Star said with a smile.

We walked slowly back to the ship and closed the airlock. I felt good, very good. Star really did want to stay, and now, at least for a little while, I didn’t have to do anything shady or illegal to keep her.

We made our way up to the bridge and called over the comm for clearance from Officer Miles to get under way. He cleared us immediately and within a half hour we were heading in to open space.

I walked Star down to the galley and called over the intercom for Mindy to join us. I also asked our engineer, but I knew he wouldn’t come.

“Captain, I will prepare the evening meal,” Mindy said as she stepped in to the galley.

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup,” I told her. “So, Star—you’re really sure you want to stay with me then?”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled.

“You know you’ll have to go to school now, right?” She nodded her head. We’ll get you enrolled tomorrow morning. “You know I only have you like this for a little while. We’ll have to actually get a federal court order for me to keep you forever.”

“I know. I heard. I was sitting right there, remember?” She sounded annoyed, and rightly so. I was treating her like she wasn’t the bright little girl she was.

“Sorry.”

We sat quietly waiting for Mindy to finish cooking. When she finally served the meal Star tore into the food like she hadn’t eaten in a week.

“Star,” I said, trying to get her attention. “You know, we haven’t been spending much time together since our picnic. Did what we did, well did it bother you?” I asked.

“No,” she crammed the sandwich in to her mouth.

“You’re sure?” I said. She nodded her head.

“I was embarrassed. You saw me naked,” she said around her food.

“Oh.” I tried to sound matter of fact. “Well, it’s okay, you know. I mean, you saw me naked too. Besides, you shouldn’t be ashamed of your body.”

“I know, I’m just shy,” she said, eyes on her plate.

Jupiter is huge. You really can’t appreciate how big it is until you see it looming before you while you’re still four days out. It’s massive, taking up three quarters of the forward view port. By the time we were within standard radio range of Europa, it would be all you could see out the port. I reached over and tapped the operations softkey, then slid the powerlevel indicator for the forward magnetic deflector all the way to full. The deflectors normally ran about one third power, enough to deflect normal cosmic radiation around the ship, but Jupiter radiated at a much higher level. By the time we reached Europa we would be operating the shield at one hundred twenty percent of maximum.

I set up the automatic monitor to keep raising the shield level as rads increased, overriding it and allowing it to exceed the design limit. The shields would hold like this indefinitely, as long as there was fuel to turn the engine, but in all truth, I really needed to upgrade my mag deflectors. It was on the to-do list and now with the kid on board it seemed to be gaining in priority. Maybe I would accept the twenty four to thirty six hour delay and do the upgrade while I was in port.

Time to think about it later, I had four days before I’d arrive at the Europa docks. It would be another two waiting to get loaded and if I was lucky I might be able to get the shield updated during that time.

One day out, I switched from ultra wave to standard radio and began a search on the local network for someone that could upgrade my shields. It took me an hour to find someone that could do it while I was docked.

From the bridge I went to Star’s room and asked her to come along with me while I inspected the cargo. I thought it would be nice to spend some time with the girl but I also wanted her to help clean up the mess she had made in the living quarters before I found her.

The cargo hold was fifteen hundred feet deep, nearly one half mile long and another twelve hundred feet wide. It would take more than just a moment to get down to the living quarters which took up less than a standard city block. My ship was not very big however, not until one attempted to maneuver in Europa station. My ship was a Vigo class cruiser, the largest type allowed in the docks. Anything larger had to orbit above Europa and ferry passengers and smaller goods via shuttle.

Large cargo could be docked the old fashioned way. Not a major problem really, until it came to refueling the nuclear engines, or hydrogen cells. While in the docks, the docking apparatus included fuel lines. Refueling was automatic. For the really big stuff, ships as large as thirteen miles by eight miles wide by three deep, the fuel had to be ferried out and it was costly. The nuclear fuel tanks on the big ships were often larger than my whole ship. A break for us smaller haulers, since it made cargo deliveries to one of the Terran System’s oldest ports far too expensive for the large vessles. About the only Jupiter class or larger ships that ever went to Europa were passenger liners.

There was always talk of expanding the upper levels of the Europa ports to accommodate the largest vessles but as yet, no docs had been printed. Honestly it was not in the large hauler’s interest to work within the Terran system. Short runs to Mercury, Mars, Earth or Neptune and Uranus simply did not yield high enough profit to be worth taking. The large haulers were designed for intersystem travel and that was what they were best at. Sixty person crews, luxury accommodations, bettys for each person. It all cost the same amount whether the ship took the fifteen day jump to Century Station, or the fifteen day trip to Uranus. Even the fuel cost was similar since the slipstream did not require the engines to burn once it was entered.

“Quite a mess you made here, sweetie,” I said as we stepped into the room she had spent the earliest part of the trip in. “Well, let’s get to work. I lose pay if these things aren’t perfect when I deliver them.” That wasn’t exactly true. There was no damage to the unit, it was just wrappers and such. It would fall under normal cleaning.

“I’m sorry,” Star said, looking ashamed.

“It’s okay, angel. We’ll just clean it up and no one will ever know.”

We got to work. There wasn’t much to do. We were finished within twenty minutes and headed back up to the bridge. “How do you like classes?” I asked her while we rode the lift. I was lucky, most smaller ships did not have lift systems that could move throughout most of the ship. Mine did. It had been a passenger vessel so such minor conveniences could be expected.

*****

Europa—originally it was established as a research station in the later part of the twenty first century. They bored into the ice, eight miles to the ocean below. The world, at the time just Earth, hoped to find smart little fish swimming around, communicating and using some kind of technology. No such luck. There were however thermal vents at the bottom of the sea around which whole ecosystems had developed. Europa had life, under intense pressure and heat.

Europa Station, as the ports and main hub were most often referred to, had many things. Two shopping malls, hundreds of bars and Betty houses, repair shops, drugs, and a zoo. The zoo featured animals from Earth mostly, but there was a section dedicated to those creatures found under the ice of the little Jovian moon we now orbited. There was also a museum with thousands of exhibits. Star and I were headed this direction. We would muse as the little crab-like animals, jelly fish and squid-like creatures from Europa, and then I would take her to see the extra-terrestrial fossils—skeletal remains found under the Martian surface. They were strange animals. Mostly six legged for those rare ones that moved on land, or odd little snake-like fish creatures I suppose most like eels. It seemed evolution had not had much time to get the fish out of the sea.

We had the time to see all of it. Our cargo had shipped out early on another transport, and we would have to wait an extra two days, four total, in port for another load to be ferried to the station from the planet below. Pissed does not cover the emotion I felt when Europa Ice and Water informed me that my pre-arranged load was gone. I felt a little better when they agreed to pay a six hundred cred per day penalty for having me sit.

The better part of the day was spent with Star and I starring wide eyed at all the strange creatures. Animals from Earth that existed nowhere else in the solar system except this zoo. Animals from Europa crawling around the high pressure tanks. We saw mummies from ancient Earth and fossils from Mars. We even spent an hour taking a virtual tour of the city of Los Angeles as it was in the mid-twenty-first century before it was inundated by the sea during an tectonic shift, and Tokyo, the Japanese city wiped out by an early twenty second century tidal wave. Hundreds of thousands of artifacts adorned a cavernous one square-mile room. There simply wasn’t enough time in a single day to see everything the Zoo and Museum had to offer.

We rode a transport from the zoo back to the ship. Once aboard I walked with Star to her room. There at the door I paused. I didn’t want the day to end, even though I was exhausted from all the walking. I knelt down and looked her in the eyes. “Did you have fun?” I asked. She nodded furiously. With a smile I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back, her lips parted and her little tongue awaiting mine.

“Can we do it again?” she asked me.

“Of course angel.” I stood and walked with her in to her quarters. The lights automatically came on when the door opened and the room was brightly illuminated. “Computer, lights to half,” I said. The computer chimed, indicated that it had understood the command. The lights dimmed. “Think you won’t be so shy now?” I asked. Star smiled up at me.

We made our way to a sofa that stood in the middle of the front room of her quarters. She had left the video system on. I tapped the softkey on the viewer’s interface pad and it shut off.

I sat down on the sofa and pulled her backward into my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I sure have wanted to hold you like this for a long time now,” I told her.

“I like it,” she told me.

I turned her around on my lap and we began kissing—softly—gently. I loved the feel of her soft little lips against my own. I unzipped her jumpsuit—the only item of clothing she owned—and slid it from her shoulders. I made a mental note that we would go shopping first thing in the morning for her.

Star seemed less shy, less embarrassed. I don’t know if it was that I’d already seen her, that she felt more comfortable with me, or if the lower light made her feel better, but she did not make me strip before she could be coaxed out of her clothing.

Once I had her undressed I went to remove my own clothes but she pushed my hands away and began fumbling with my zippers. I took a little longer when all I wanted to do was hold her naked body against my own, but it was worth it to feel her warmth pressed against my skin.

I caressed her entire body. I gently pinched her nipples, kissed them, lapped at them. I rubbed my hands over her back, her bottom and hips. I loved the way this little girl felt. She was softer than any lover I’d ever had. She felt so lovely, so delicate I could hardly contain myself.

Finally I eased my hand between her legs and began to massage her clit. She closed her eyes and let her head fall against my shoulder as I rubbed my fingers over her clit and slid them inside of her wanting sex. She was wet. I wanted to pulled my fingers from her vulva and lap her honey from them, but I continued to rub her, continued to stimulate her, to make her moan and huff.

Little Star gripped my arm tightly and pulled herself against me. She moaned, whined and squealed as an orgasm ripped through her little body.

When it was over Star fell back against the arms of the sofa and dozed. She was too tired to go on, the day had been too much for her. I ached to feel her touch but I didn’t have the hart to wake her.

I slid my hand into my panties as I looked down at her sleeping face. I ran my fingers over my clit and slipped them into myself. I was soaked, my fingers were instantly wet as were my underwear.

I rubbed myself, wanting to draw it out as I looked down on my beautiful little lover but I was already on the verge of climax. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I trembled and convulsed with each wave.

Finally spent, I slipped in behind my darling Star and draped my arm over her waist. “I love you, little angel,” I whispered as I drifted into sleep.

The End

One Sister’s Confession

  • Posted on August 3, 2017 at 12:16 pm

By Anne

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

I came across this site just a few weeks ago. Before that, I would have never even been remotely interested in what goes on here. Not that I’m not interested in sex, but I don’t spend all that much time thinking about it. If I had seen this kind of thing before, I would have just assumed everyone here to be lonely perverts who couldn’t get sex on their own, so they have to write about it. I would have never been interested in anything like this.

I came here by accident, but curiosity got the better of me, and I started to read some of the stories. Even as I’m writing this, I still can’t believe what I’m doing. I was almost appalled by the topics of stories as I scrolled through them, but given what I’m about to share, perhaps I was just surprised that I wasn’t alone in what I was thinking.

I guess this is actually what I was looking for, but it just wasn’t the forum I was expecting. Even as I read through all the stories, I still don’t see what the attraction is. Do people actually get off on this stuff? I mean, pictures and stuff I guess I understand, but this? It just seems a little weird to me that people sit in front of their computers, pleasuring themselves to this. I was also amazed at the number of stories written about this particular subject. I would have never imagined, in my wildest dreams, that there would be people out there who actually thought about this, let alone partake in it. A few weeks ago, I was in the popular opinion that incest was left to inbred hillbillies, and no normal person would even think about such a thing.

For days I scrolled through endless pay-sites and other perverted crap, trying to seek out advice on the subject, hoping that somewhere, somebody could help me, or us. The more disturbing images of young boys and girls with old men and women that I scrolled through, the more disgusted I got, until I came here. Days of looking at this stuff had me wondering what was on people’s minds.

So if this is so disturbing to me, what was I doing looking at it? I was looking for help, or advice, anything to justify what had happened, but all I got was staged pornography, until I found this site. Like I said, it wasn’t really what I was looking for, but at least it was real. I don’t mean the stories are real, but they were written by real people, and not somebody looking to make a quick buck on some poor slob’s perverted fantasies. The only real “saving grace” was the amount of people, men and women, who seemed to think about this kind of sex. At least it made me feel as if I wasn’t a freak.

Well, maybe I am, but at least I’m not alone, and somehow that makes me feel a little better. Then I got to thinking that maybe if I share my story, somehow that would help me feel as if what happened could be justified. I don’t think it will, but at this point I’m willing to try anything. I guess if you can’t beat ‘em…

Okay, so here goes…

It was a few weeks ago on a Friday night, and I didn’t feel like doing much of anything but vegging out on the couch. I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, only to find when I got to the couch, my sister obviously had the same idea.

My sister and I get along well, now that we’re older anyway. I guess that’s typical of sisters, and we’re really no exception to the natural order of things. At least we weren’t until that night. Anyway, we had no problem hanging out together, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for us to do so. We are both very social, and often run in the same circles of people. That’s not to say we’re always together, but you know what I’m saying. Basically we have, or had a very “normal” sibling relationship. Reading through some of these stories, people insinuate that there was always some sort of sexual tension or attraction between siblings growing up. I can safely say that was absolutely never the case with my sister and I. I mean, she’s a pretty girl, but she’s my sister, and I never would have ever thought of anything like that. The thought of it for either of us would have just been inconceivable, at the very least.

Anyway, we were both on the couch watching a movie. My head was at one end and hers at the other. We shared a big crochet blanket between us. She was wearing sweatpants, a shirt and socks, and her hair was pulled back in a clip, just in case that’s relevant. In other words, there was nothing remotely sexual about the situation. It was all pretty standard.

We hung out for a while, just watching the movie and being normal. Every now and again we would shift our positions, trying to remain comfortable, but basically my feet were behind her back, and hers in front of me. After a while our legs were kind of entangled together, but I was really too involved in the movie to even notice. Besides, it was still nothing that I would consider out of the ordinary, so I didn’t really give it any thought.

It was about an hour or so later that my attention was suddenly averted from the movie. I think I was somewhere between sleep when I realized that my foot was nuzzled tightly in my sister’s crotch, and hers in mine. This, of course was not intentional, and I don’t think that either of us had even realized it. The only thing that made me even realize it was the steady pressure on my toes. As my mind began to focus more on what was happening, I noticed the heat growing between her legs, and could have sworn that she was even a little wet. I also noticed that I was feeling the same way. I glanced in her direction, and I could see that her eyes were closed, confirming that she was most likely not aware of what was happening.

I could feel her womanhood through her clothes on my bare foot, and without giving it another thought, I tried to pull myself away from her. My toes curled as I tried to pull my foot out from between her closed legs, and pressed harder into her. At the same time. Her foot pressed harder into me. Her hips pushed forward into my foot, making it harder for me to get away from her. I glanced back at her face, and her expression hadn’t changed, leading me to believe she was asleep. The more I wiggled my foot, trying to free it from her grip, the harder she squeezed her legs together and pressed herself into me. I could actually feel her rubbing herself against my toes, and I could fell her pressing her foot into me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and at the same time, her foot was stimulating me as well. I had to stop this.

I tried to sit up so I could get better leverage to pull my foot from her grip, when she started intentionally wiggling her toes into my crotch. Her toe massaged my stiffening clitoris and sent a jolt through my body, causing me to grab onto her foot. I slid back into my original position, and to my dismay, I let out a small groan of approval as her toes continued to stimulate my clit.

Her hips were now moving steadily against my toes, and her foot was working on me, bringing me to orgasm. She began to moan, and it became obvious what was happening. I held her foot in my hand, originally intending to move it, but for some reason, I held her steady as her toes continued to massage me. I began to react to her probing toes, and returned the favor to her. She moaned loudly once again, and my head fell back on the arm of the couch. I was completely giving in to my impending orgasm. I felt my sister sit herself up slightly, and her foot job became more intentional on my aching clit. She grabbed on to my bare foot, sliding it higher on herself, moaning her approval as I must have made better contact to her. There was no doubt she was awake now, and I didn’t care. My orgasm was building, and It was too late to stop.

Our hips were pumping as we held each other’s foot against ourselves. We were both close to orgasm, and we wiggled our toes against one another, coaxing the inevitable. Suddenly, I could feel her pussy contracting against my foot. She let out this low, deep moan, and her body seemed to stop moving. I felt her muscles pounding against my foot as a rush of warm wetness soaked my toes.

Suddenly, my own orgasm gripped my body, and I felt as if I couldn’t speak. I had never experienced anything so powerful, and if I had the ability to reason at that moment, I may have been scared at the complete lack of control over my own body. I could feel this warm gush of fluids emerge from between my legs, and my whole body shook. I could feel myself being jostled around as my sister’s spastic movements shook my body. It was unlike anything I could have ever imagined as my body convulsed with pleasure. I’m still not sure of what it was exactly that I had experienced. This was unlike any orgasm I’ve ever felt. My body was locked up, as though I was being electrocuted, as this immense pleasure coursed through me. It lasted for several minutes, and felt as though it would never end. One after the other, this intense pounding pleasure gripped my body, until it finally vanished, leaving my whole body twitching uncontrollably. Even after it passed, I still felt as if it wasn’t finished, and I felt as though I was on the verge of yet another orgasm.

Our eyes never made contact as our bodies tried to recover from what we had experienced. I had almost forgotten that I wasn’t alone until my sister hurried passed me. I didn’t even feel her move away from me. My pussy still burned as though I needed release, and my fingers immediately went down my shorts. My shorts were absolutely soaked through, and it was as if a gallon of cum had escaped my body. Everything below my waist was soaked, and my fingers glided over my still throbbing clit with ease. It was so big and hard, and I never felt myself like that before. It was almost foreign to me, but I was too far gone to care. My fingers pressed against my swollen gland, and I immediately shook with another orgasm, this time returning me back to reality. My moans of pleasure turned to sobs as my eyes filled with tears. I lay on the couch with my hand down my pants, sobbing hysterically as the reality of what just happened ripped through my conscience.

I didn’t move for what seemed like hours as I cried hysterically at what just happened. Finally the shame of what I just did hit me, and I tried to get as far away from where it all happened as fast as I could. I somehow made my way to my room and fell on my bed. It was as though every bit of energy was drained from my body, and it took everything I had just to make the ten-foot walk to my room. I was numb, and I couldn’t feel any part of my body, except my swollen sex. It seemed as though everything was five-times bigger. I think I must have passed out as soon as I hit my pillow. The only comforting thought that went through my mind was that whatever guilt or shame I was feeling my sister was sure to be feeling too, and at least I wasn’t alone. I don’t know why that made me feel any better, but somehow it did.

The next few days, my sister and I avoided each other like the plague. There was no way I could face her, and I was sure she was feeling the same thing. I had so many things going through my head, that I couldn’t focus on just one of them long enough to sort them out. I was disgusted by our actions, and was sure that our relationship had been completely destroyed from that moment on. After all, there was no way we could face each other again.

The other thing that was disturbing me was how powerful my feelings were. Every time I thought of her, my stomach fluttered, and it terrified me. What did it mean? Was it nausea or elation? I kept reflecting on the feelings I had experienced, and how I never felt anything so powerful, so wonderful in my whole life. Was it just a freak thing, or was it my sister that caused them? I questioned my sexuality, and my feelings for my sister until I felt like I was on the brink of insanity. What scared me the most was that the only person who could understand, the only person who I could talk to about it was the one person I couldn’t bear to face. I actually had to laugh at the irony when that realization crashed onto me.

I knew I couldn’t let another day pass without facing up to what had gone on between us. I tried to rationalize the whole thing by diminishing what had happened. It was so stupid when I thought about what had actually happened, and I couldn’t believe that it was causing me so much distress. I wondered if my sister was even thinking any of this. Maybe to her it was no big deal, and I was agonizing over this all alone. I needed to know.

Just as I was getting up enough courage to seek her out, there was a knock at my door. I opened it up to find my sister there, looking down at the floor. It was almost disturbing to see her in the state that she was in. I had never once seen her like this, and it frightened me a little. She was my big sister still, but something was different, and I’m sure she sensed it too. Without a word I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my room, closing the door behind her.

We just stood there without speaking for several minutes. She was still looking straight at the floor, holding her arms tightly around her body. Her normally beautiful hair hung straggled around her as she stared at her feet. She looked like I felt, and it was obvious that we had been thinking the exact same things.

I opened my mouth to speak, still unsure of what I was going to say when her body started to shake and I heard her sniff. It became apparent that she was crying. Just as I moved closer to her, she fell into me, sobbing hysterically. We held on to each other and cried. I hated to admit it, but it was probably the closest we’d ever been at that moment. Even though it was pain and confusion that we were both feeling, it was somehow beautiful. Her body was comforting next to mine, and as we cried together, it was as If we were helping each other. It made me feel as though everything was okay. At least, everything that had happened was okay. Now the only question was where we were going to go from here. I don’t think either one of us could have answered that question, or predicted the answer. We silently agreed to see where we wound up.

Her head rested on my shoulder, and mine on hers. I felt her warm tears soaking through my T-shirt, and it sent chills through my body. I suddenly became aware of her body pressed against mine. Our thin T-shirts were the only thing between us, and I could imagine her nakedness against mine, so much so that I could almost feel it. Something about that thought stirred something inside me.

She left my room without either one of us speaking a word, but somehow, I felt better, as I’m sure she did as well. We could just forget the whole thing ever happened, and maybe we could get away with that.

That night, I was in bed, watching television in my own room. I wasn’t really paying any attention to it, but I was too tired to do anything else. I wasn’t really thinking about anything, enjoying the rest my mind was getting after it had been in overdrive for the past few days. Just as I was dozing off, there was a knock at my door again. I called for whoever it was to come in. It was just my mother, seeing if everything was okay. Obviously mine and my sister’s recent behavior had not gone unnoticed by her, and she was trying to find out what was wrong. I told her that I just wasn’t feeling well. She mumbled something about my sister’s similar condition, and how there must be something going around. Obviously she had already questioned her and she gave my mom the same excuse. I knew that she was just trying to make sure everything was alright between us in her interest to keep harmony in the family. I assured her that we were okay, and she seemed to accept it. She asked if I wanted to join her and my father for dinner and maybe a movie, but I declined. Apparently, so had my sister. She told me to get some rest, and she’d see me later.

I heard them leave, and shortly after there was yet another knock at my door. It could only be one person, so I called for her to come in. She walked into my room and sat down at the foot of my bed. She asked about mom’s line of questioning, confirming to me that she had indeed received the same treatment. It really wasn’t important, but it was nice that we were talking, seemingly without any weirdness between us. At least I was drawing that conclusion until my sister changed the subject.

She lay herself next to me on the bed and put her hand on mine. I felt myself shake nervously at her touch. Kind of like when someone tells you to remain still, and you feel your body moving, just because you’re more aware of it. I held my breath, and avoided looking at her as she spoke. I was more aware of her body next to mine, and her hand touching mine that I wasn’t paying any attention to what she was saying. Suddenly, without warning, she kissed me. Not like a sisterly kiss, but an intimate kiss. Without thinking, as if it were a natural reaction, I kissed her back. It was passionate. Tender and loving, and probably the best kiss I had ever felt. Within minutes she was in my bed, and our hands were grabbing for each other, pulling clothes off as we kissed like two lovers.

It was almost as if I was dreaming as we touched and tasted each other. It was the first time that I had ever truly made love. Neither one of us had ever even considered sex with another woman before, but it happened naturally. We seemed to know exactly what to do, and it was the most perfect thing ever. There was no awkwardness, no shame or guilt, just love. It was incredible. We experienced sexual pleasures beyond what we had previously experienced. Whatever was happening between us was beyond anything I could have imagined, and after that night, there is no way we can ever go back to the way things were.

So that’s how I wound up here. I need to know where we are headed from here. How can this work? My sister is now my lover, and it’s the most intense thing I have ever experienced. So maybe we are sick and perverted, but we’re happy. I guess no one really has the answers, so we’ll just have to see where this goes. After writing this, I’ve realized that it doesn’t matter anyway, as long as we are together. I guess I should never judge anyone for what they are thinking, because you never know when you’ll find yourself in the same situation!

The End

Silver Lining, Chapter 6

  • Posted on August 2, 2017 at 5:02 pm

By Cassie

Justine’s hands cupped Kelly’s face between them, framing her beauty as the two women kissed.

“Oh, my sister,” whispered Kelly, breathing between kisses. “You make me feel so alive.”

Justine responded with more kisses to her twin sister’s face. She felt the same — knew that somehow, being with Kelly completed her, fulfilled her every sexual desire. And right then, she wanted more.

Rolling to one side, she motioned for her sister to get up on all fours. Kelly did this while Justine reached down to a bedside cabinet and felt around inside, finally withdrawing a long, pink vibrator she often used.

Positioning herself behind and to one side of her sister, Justine played the sex toy over Kelly’s pussy, teasing and prodding before gently sliding the plastic shaft deep inside the juicy hole.

“Justine! Oh yes, yes….”

Reacting to her own unbridled arousal, Justine lowered herself toward her sister’s hips and, slowly fucking her sister with the buzzing vibrator, closed her mouth over Kelly’s spread anus, flicking her tongue at the soft, puckered rosebud.

The reaction was instantaneous as Kelly whipped her head round to look behind her. “Jus-tine!”

But the rest of her body didn’t protest, and Justine gave in to her desire as she tongued her sister’s ass, flashing the vibrator in and out of Kelly’s increasingly wet pussy all the while.

Suddenly craving a taste, Justine pulled the vibrator free and sucked the end of it before replacing it between Kelly’s thighs, once more using it to invade her sister. She repeated this action several times, sharing the glory of intimate sex as she rimmed Kelly and groped the woman’s breasts with her free hand.

Eventually, Kelly turned her head once more to speak to her sister, this time in a less urgent, but insistent, way. “Justine, I want to see you. I want to hold you.”

Justine flopped back on the bed, giggling — her mind a whirl of emotions, passions and thoughts she could barely comprehend. Kelly joined her and the two identical twins held and caressed each other until the fire of their passion merely simmered between them.

At length, after much exhaustive kissing and probing with eager fingers, Justine gazed at Kelly with half-lidded eyes. “Do you want to try something?” she asked.

Kelly was incredulous. “There’s more to try!?”

Justine giggled again and held her sister tightly for a moment, relishing in the softness of her slim, naked form. “Oh, Kelly, there’s a whole world of things we haven’t tried yet!” she said. “This is only the very beginning. The aperitif.”

Kelly hugged Justine back in almost the same fashion, then flicked the stray hair to one side and looked at her sister. “Yes,” she said, simply. “Whatever it is, I’ll try it. With you, anything.”

They kissed again on impulse, marvelling in that almost-exactly identical closeness of lips and tongues, then Justine rolled away and fumbled inside the bedside cabinet — this time, with both hands. Her backside was facing Kelly, and the twin sister took the advantage to trace circles round and round the tight perfect buttocks with her fingertips.

“That tickles!” said Justine, with all the complaint of a very willing victim. Soon, she resurfaced from her exploration of the cabinet, brandishing a long, snake-like dildo with faux-penis heads at either end. To Kelly, it looked slightly monstrous.

“I won this,” Justine said, grinning evilly, “at a lingerie party two years ago.”

“Won it?”

“Mmm-hmm. I won first place in the stuffing contest.”

“Do I want to know what that was?” said Kelly.

Justine barely stifled the embarrassed smirk she’d been trying to hide. “Let’s just say it involved a lot of novelty candy and a lot of relaxation!”

“Oh, my God!” gasped Kelly.

Justine reached behind her for a tube of lubricant. “You ready to see if it fits?”

“We’re doing this together, right?” Kelly said nervously.

Justine giggled, then motioned for Kelly to sit facing her, legs open and crossed over hers in a scissor-fashion. Then, gently inserting one lubed end of the double-dildo into her own pussy, gripped the other end and began to slowly feed it into her sister.

At first, there was still some length of the ribbed snake-like dildo remaining between them but, as each relaxed into a rhythm of masturbation with the toy, the length of it shortened and shortened until each woman could feel the grinding of her sister’s pussy against her own, speared by each end of the huge dildo as they both gripped each other’s hands for support. They rocked back and forth, rubbing and gyrating with the fullness of the dildo inside them.

At one point, Justine was unable to make eye contact with her sister, she was too intently concentrating on the movement and rhythm between her hips as the double-dildo gyrated inside her. She could feel Kelly’s smooth vulva rubbing between her legs, feel the tight grip of her sister’s hand as Kelly clung on to her in their sexual tryst.

It was the sharp intake of breath that made Justine open her eyes. Kelly’s shrill, almost pained cry struck a note of fear in Justine’s heart. But when she looked up, she saw that it was that shocking moment of unexpected ecstasy that prompted Kelly to cry out. Looking at her was like gazing at her mirror image, and Justine wondered if that was how she too appeared at the point of orgasm.

Kelly bucked on the double-dildo, tightly clutching Justine’s hands. She’d never, ever before felt so sexually fulfilled. And she was hungry for more of the same feeling. Hungry for that ecstasy she’d only yet known since being with Justine. And, she knew with a growing realisation, she was hungry for her own sister. Yes, desperate for her. Not just a look-alike. Not because she had suddenly come out of the closet. All she knew, within her heart, was that she wanted Justine and only Justine.

“Oh God!” she blurted out, trembling from her belly downwards as her body convulsed in orgasm, then gradually relaxed.

Slowly, with infinite care, Justine withdrew one end of the dildo from her sister’s pussy and ran her fingers up and down the now free end of the shaft. She knew that she had her orgasm yet to come, and knew what she wanted to get it. Only a moment’s hesitation stopped her. But she knew that she could trust Kelly with anything, and her sexual boundaries were something Kelly would surely come to test and explore.

She lay back, one end of the dildo still inside her pussy, the other in her hand. “I need this bit inside me, too,” she breathed, catching her twin’s eye.

“But — but how?” Kelly stammered.

“In my ass. I need to feel both ends inside me. Please, Kelly.”

Justine didn’t wait for her shocked sister to say or do anything, but curled the dildo inwards and began rubbing the slick, rounded end against her anus. Closing her eyes to relax, she began to work the second end of the toy into her rectum, hearing herself catch her own breath as the rounded head squeezed into her hole.

The position was awkward, and she had to hold on to both ends of the toy to keep either one from slipping out. But the sensation of being filled, the feeling of being penetrated at both wonderfully sensitive holes — this was something that turned Justine on immensely.

She felt Kelly’s hands on the tops of her upraised knees. “Do you — do you like that, then? In your… bum?” Kelly said nervously.

“Mmm. Agh. Oh, yes. Oh God, it feels good, Kelly. But I c-can’t hold on to it for very long.”

As she said it, she felt the pussy end of the dildo begin to slip out. As it flicked out and over her swollen clitoris, she felt Kelly move in close toward her and take hold of the toy. Justine looked down across her body and watched in amazement as Kelly began to suck the free end of the dildo, filling her mouth with her twin’s flavour.

Justine clenched the anal end of the dildo, trying to make sense of the feelings she was now experiencing.

“Do you want to keep that end in?” Kelly said, eyes wide, but still holding onto the double dildo.

“Yes,” Justine breathed. “Oh, yes.”

Kelly nodded and, kneeling close between her sister’s legs, began to work the dildo slowly in and out of Justine’s anus. As she did this, she bent her head low and began to flick her tongue at the pink flesh of her lover’s pussy. Kelly filled more and more of her with the dildo — three, four, then at least five inches up inside her ass.

Justine arched her back — she could take no more, but wanted to. She clamped her hands down on her sister’s head as Kelly feasted on her pussy, licking and sucking with a renewed energy.

Kelly knelt up to look at Justine, concentrating on pumping the dildo in and out of her twin’s asshole. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, biting her lip and breathing quick and fast.

“Yes! Yessss!” breathed Justine, surrendering her body to Kelly’s wonderful touch.

“You dirty little bitch,” Kelly said, playfully. “You dirty little—” But her words were lost as she dived back down to kiss, lick and suck at her sister’s pussy.

Justine’s orgasm was sudden and monstrous. She felt as though something inside her was coming to pieces. Never, in all her days as a sexual creature, had she ever experienced something so powerful.

Kelly began to tug the dildo out of Justine’s ass, knowing that at the peak of orgasm her pussy would be especially sensitive.

But Justine stopped her. “No! No. Gently, gently. Always gently with the ass,” she said.

Kelly nodded and slowly withdrew the dildo from her sister’s rectum. Dropping the sex toy over the side of the bed, Kelly experimented with a touch of her fingertip against Justine’s slightly gaping anus.

“I ain’t never done nothing like that before,” she said. “I ain’t never even thought of it.”

Justine smiled and, reaching out, drew her sister up toward her until the two were lying side by side. Ignoring the sticky fingers and swollen sex organs, they cuddled playfully with each other, marvelling in the soft touch of each other’s bare skin. Justine traced her fingertips across Kelly’s face, lingering on her full red lips as Kelly tickled her fingernail with her tongue.

“I’ve never done that before either,” said Justine, truthfully. She had no doubt that her sexual experiences were greater than her sister’s, but also knew that there was so much more she could, and would do with Kelly. More than she could have previously imagined.

“I love you,” she said, not knowing where the words came from, but meaning them from the bottom of her heart.

Kelly smiled sleepily, as though the sex they’d had was a just-completed marathon. “Love you too, sis,” she murmured.

They held each other for a long while, exchanging soft strokes of each other’s arms, thighs and shoulders. Finally, Justine felt Kelly drift into a deep slumber.

For her part, she stayed awake quite a bit longer, gazing at this newfound love, this soulmate and sexual partner. Again and again, these words spun through her tired mind. She’s my sister. She’s my lover. She’s my girlfriend.

A whirlwind of thoughts took her off to sleep, wrapped in Kelly’s loving arms.

Epilogue

It was the Wednesday after the day Kelly first came round to visit Justine’s flat, and the two flame-haired sisters had scarcely left each other’s company.

Justine knew that her life had entered a new chapter. She found herself in a situation she could never have predicted, knew a happiness she could never have dared to hope for. Her heart sang whenever she was in her sister’s company. She marvelled again and again at how much she could love and be loved by this wonderful woman. They shared more and more of their lives and histories with each other, compared wishes, desires and ambitions at every intimate level.

And they had sex. More sex than either had ever enjoyed in such a brief time. And it wasn’t all carnal, penetrative sex like past boyfriends had subjected them to. Sometimes it was nothing more than cuddling naked on the floor, watching TV and exploring each other with the gentlest of fingertips. It was like the first few days of a wonderful dream that they shared with each other. And it quickly taught them two things.

The first was that they never wanted to be apart from one another. Their hearts and bodies yearned for each other in a way that neither could deny. But their mutual love also taught them that they had to be careful. Already, neighbours and people close to Justine could see that there was something unusual about this identical vision of Justine who had appeared from nowhere.

And so the sisters made plans to move. Sell their respective properties in Ashford and Brighton and move somewhere else, somewhere that they could live with each other and build anew. Build new friendships and new careers, but always with each other. And, perhaps, with some old friends as well.

*****

Justine adjusted the webcam and turned to her sister.

“Are you ready?” she said, arching her eyebrows for effect. Kelly nodded. “No fucking this up, okay, Kelly?”

“Jus-tine…” Kelly moaned, rolling her eyes. “You made me practise it enough, right?”

“Yeah, well. I just don’t want it to go wrong, especially as — oh, bugger! Look at the time, come on! She’ll be online now.”

Kelly sighed, lightly squeezing her sister’s arm. “Relax, love.”

Justine settled herself in to the computer chair and fired up the machine, adjusting the webcam for a wider-field view. As the internet sprang into life, she clicked onto the various things she wanted and, after a few moments, a live video window popped up on one side of her monitor. An image fuzzed into focus and Justine, knowing the same would be happening on the other person’s screen, presented her best ‘sad’ face.

*****

“Hi Justine! Long time no speak. How’s that left ear?” said Jan as the image of her English friend filled the video window. The last time she heard from Justine, the English girl was very upset, having found her sister, then lost her in some way. She hoped that, in some small way, the Sister in Love website had been of some comfort to Justine.

So with all that racing through her mind, Jan wanted to put on a brave face and sound cheery. But already she could see that Justine looked less than happy. The pretty English redhead was barely keeping the tears from her eyes as she struggled to raise her own smile.

“My—muh—my ear’s okay,” she said.

“Justine, my friend, what’s wrong? You look awful.”

At that, the image of the flame-haired woman pixellated as she broke down and cried.

“Oh Jan!” she said, through the tears. “Jan, everything’s gone wrong and it’s all your fault!”

“My fault? How?”

“Well, it was you who introduced me to Sister in Love, and to all these thoughts and ideas I had. And it was you who encouraged me to find my sister, and then I did and now I’ve lost her and all because of you!”

There was anger in Justine’s voice but, more than that, there was hurt. Jan could almost feel it, and she felt sorry for the girl, even if the anger was unjustified.

“Justine, please. Talk to me. You said that you found your sister, but now she’s lost?”

“Yes! Yes, damn it. I found her and lost her, and it’s all down to you!”

Jan rubbed her eyes as she tried to pull her thoughts together. There must be some way of talking to Justine without further upsetting her.

“Justine, wait. I’m sorry if I said anything, but I don’t know what you mean. How have you lost your sister? Has she — has she — I’m sorry to even mention this — but has she passed away?”

There was a short burst of noise from the English girl’s side and something almost sounding like a bark of… laughter? But no, Justine looked worse than ever.

“No! She’s not dead, Jan! She’s lost. I’ve lost her.”

“Lost? But how?”

“Well,” said the English girl, gathering herself together and combing back her hair with her fingers, “you see, I put her down here somewhere this morning, but now I can’t find her.”

“What? You put her down somewhere? I don’t under—”

As she said this, a second, identical image appeared in the back of Justine’s video window. The identical image of Justine smiled broadly, gave a broad wink, then placed a finger in front of her lips in the universal ‘Shhhh’ sign.

Her fears now banished, Jan smiled, ready to burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, Justine was still acting as though her world had ended. “I’ve lost her, Jan. Lost her! Can’t you help me to find her?”

Jan watched as Justine’s obvious twin planted a soft kiss onto the English woman’s left ear, then moved away.

Justine spun round, as if in shock. “Wha—? Who’s there!?”

Justine’s twin reappeared on the other side and blew softly into her right ear. Justine looked straight into the camera, appearing every inch the desperate woman.

“Help me, Obi Jan Kenobi! You’re my only hope!”

Jan giggled. Couldn’t help herself. And, after a moment or two, the video feed showed the faces of Justine and her incredibly identical twin sister side by side. The two were smiling.

“Hey, Jan!” said Justine. “Hope you liked the show. And now, I’d like to introduce my twin sister, Kelly.”

“Hi, Kelly.”

“Hi, Jan. Justine’s told me loads about you.”

“I hope she lied and it was all good.”

“It was very good,” said Justine, cutting in, “and all absolutely true.”

The two sisters grinned at each other and then, to Jan’s genuine surprise, kissed each other briefly on the lips.

“We just wanted to say thanks, Jan. Thanks for everything. We’re not sure where things will go from here, but we’ve found each other and never want to be apart.”

“Yeah, thanks, Jan.”

Jan was literally speechless, and felt a tear begin to travel down unbidden from her eye. She felt her heart pulling strings she didn’t know she had, and was very glad of it.

“We’ve got to go now,” said Justine, “but we wanted to say we’ll be in touch soon, and that — hey — some stories can have a happy ending.”

The two girls kissed once more in front of the camera, this time a slower kiss with more passion. Justine reached out and cancelled the video feed, leaving that image burned into Jan’s mind.

Jan slowly shook her head, a warm smile on her lips as she stared at the after-image on the blank computer screen.

“Brit girls are so sweet,” she sighed.

The End

Pretty Little Waif, Part Two

  • Posted on July 31, 2017 at 3:27 pm

By Puella Amante

Evelyn peeked out through the curtains on the big bay window in her parlor. It was a beautiful summer morning. The sun was shining brightly from a brilliant blue sky.

The drive at the side of the house was worn down to bare earth in the tire tracks, but between those tracks, there was a thriving, humped-up strip of healthy green grass.

The woman watched Mr. Bellows amble up the drive and ignore the stone walkway leading to the wide wooden steps on the large front veranda, heading instead down the side of the house toward the back door.

On that fateful day 14 months earlier, before leaving to board the train that would take him to the Pacific Theater Army Processing Center in San Francisco — Evelyn hated to remind herself of that day — Harold had taken an entire hour to remind her of each of the things she would need to take care of in his absence, consulting a meticulous list he’d written out, which was now pinned purposefully to the wall next to the pantry door in the kitchen.

Mr. Bellows, the black man making his way around her house, featured prominently on that list.

“I’ve spoken to him at length,” Harold had explained. “He’s a good man. You’re to get in touch with him if you need help with anything.”

Mr. Bellows was a handyman in the purest sense of that term. And unlike Evelyn, he was a very good driver, so it was only through this kind, elderly black man, that the woman had any use for the 1939 Plymouth P8 Deluxe Coupe that for the most part stayed cooped up in the double-door shed at the side of her house.

Mr. Bellows regularly drove Evelyn to and from her job at the Woolworth’s store, and every Friday afternoon, as arranged, he would come by, start up the Coupe and drive down to the general store on Main Street with Mrs. Johnson in the back seat so Evelyn could replenish her food and house supplies.

And it was on those Friday afternoons that Mr. Bellows checked the car battery and the oil, and kicked the tires to be sure the car was properly maintained and kept in running condition.

But today was Wednesday morning, not Friday afternoon. And Mrs. Johnson would not be joining him in the Plymouth. She was sending him to pick someone up at an address across town.

Mr. Bellows committed the address to memory without making eye contact with the woman. He’d never learned to read.

Evelyn was nervous as she watched the big car back out of the drive and head off down the street. He wouldn’t be gone long — 20 to 25 minutes perhaps.

She straightened her skirt and looked around the room, trying to calm herself.

She’d woken early that morning, nervous, anticipating, uncertain what to wear. She’d chosen something simple — a very nice, cotton, short-sleeve blouse with buttons down the front, and a modest and plain skirt that fell to just below her knees.

Beneath that modest exterior, Mrs. Johnson had chosen more daring attire, pulling those pretty things out from the bottom of her underclothes drawer that had lain hidden there for the past fourteen months, those lacy things that she’d worn to please her husband.

She actually felt a pang of guilt as she put them on, slowly, delicately, as if she was carefully wrapping a very special gift for a close friend, tucking her lovely breasts into the lacy brassiere, seeing how it barely contained them, connecting the tops of her silky stockings to the straps of her garter belt, and finally, pulling those skimpy bloomers on.

She gasped nervously as she surveyed her sexy image in the full-length mirror on the back of the door to their bedroom. The black lingerie looked so bold on her. She looked positively wicked.

Harold loved her like this — intense, brazen, shameless.

She knew she would be there, like this, for her husband when he came home. She would love him. She would cherish him. She’d be everything he wanted.

But right now, on this day, she needed this for herself. She needed to look good. She needed to feel good. For the first time in fourteen months, she was going to let her sexuality out of its cage.

She’d been a bundle of nerves since Saturday, alternating between intense physical longing and a deep dread, a fear that she was about to do something that might go completely wrong for her. She wanted it so much. It was almost a physical ache. It scared her.

Evelyn was a virgin when she married Harold of course, but sexual feelings had come to her early in life. She’d felt an uncomfortable enthusiasm for those games she played so willingly with other children — those ubiquitous show-me games.

The memory of a delicate scent tickled her as she stood there in the parlor of her big house. That scent triggered a memory of another time and place.

It had been so long since she’d thought of it, years, many years in fact.

It was a warm summer day and she was hidden away in a hot and stuffy backyard woodshed, playing one of those games with another girl. There was a palpable nervous intensity in that shed. There were no giggling boys this time, just the two of them — two girls, playing a very naughty game.

It was Evelyn who pushed the game further than usual, not just pulling her bloomers down to give her friend a quick show, but taking them right off, extending the play.

There was something exceptionally wicked and exciting about doing that with another girl, sitting up on the wood pile, leaning back, lifting her dress, spreading her legs wide, letting the girl see her like that, even reaching down and pulling her lips apart so the girl could look between them, showing her everything.

And then her young friend returned the favor.

That ancient, childhood memory came back to her now like it was yesterday, being there in the shed, looking at the soft folds of her friend’s immature little cunt, seeing it naked, the shape of it — so much like her own, but different too. It seemed puffier, and the little bump between her lips was bigger and sticking right out.

Without even thinking, she had leaned closer for a better look. It was then that the scent had come to her, a sweet-sour girlish scent.

Something clicked inside the woman, stirred by that sweet memory, an uncomfortable association that resonated within her… understanding. She squeezed her thighs together unconsciously. Everything about this made her nervous.

Throughout her teenage years Evelyn had been a proper girl, dutifully saving herself for the man she would marry.

And when marriage came at nineteen, Evelyn was finally able to embrace her sexuality. She quickly came to love sex. It became a very fulfilling part of her young adult life, having a lover, coming together regularly and often to share uninhibited intimacy and urgency, taking care of each other.

But all of that was gone now.

She had every intention of being a good wife for Harold and waiting patiently for his return from the war. And in the mean time, she thought she’d been quite successful in locking up her adult sexual passions, her desires, her feminine needs. She had very deliberately folded them all up and placed them carefully in a big wooden chest, packing them away for safe-keeping, like precious possessions that she would not be needing for a very long time.

But someone had found that chest and opened it, rummaging through the contents, and now Evelyn Johnson was standing in her parlor, filled with sexual passion and urgency, consumed by it, like fourteen months of unfulfilled need had suddenly overwhelmed her all at once.

She was fully aroused. Her adult cunt was warm and moist, and humming softly to her, conspiring against her better judgment, sensing imminent release, anticipating a workout.

Evelyn shook her head, trying clear it. She was still struggling with the lewd and frightening reality of what she was about to do.

It might have been understandable to anyone, even the most pious of people, that a healthy young woman like Evelyn, left all alone, might have needs, desires, passions that might make her think about straying, and imagine seeking release from a source other than the most current version of her now-stale fantasies of her absent husband.

Although an unfaithful act would be completely inexcusable, any reasonable person might easily say, ‘Yes, I can see how she might be tempted.’

And after so many months, tempted she was.

In fact, it had progressed well beyond temptation at this point.

The deal was actually sealed. Before this day was done, 28-year-old Evelyn Johnson was going to be unfaithful to her dear husband. He was away fighting in the war, and she was going to cheat on him. She was going to fall purposefully and willingly into an illicit, physical encounter with a stranger, someone she had just met, someone who was coming to visit her. She had planned the whole thing. She was going to have sex with another person.

But it wasn’t the milkman, or the baker, or the man next door, or her priest, or her husband’s brother who was coming to visit her that day. In fact it wasn’t the need to be penetrated deep and hard that had driven her to extract her lacy under things from hibernation and put them on. It wasn’t the want of love from a big strong handsome man that had fired up her sexual passions and lured the 28-year-old into infidelity.

It was something completely different, something out-of-the-ordinary, something soft and cuddly. It was a cute little bundle of girlish femininity.

Evelyn had just sent her driver to pick up a pretty little nine-year-old who she’d spent some time with in the change room at the Woolworth’s store the previous Saturday.

Something happened to Evelyn in the change room that day. A very naughty and wicked little fire began to burn inside her as she stripped that little girl nearly naked and helped her try on a dress. Being alone with that pretty little girl, taking her clothes off… it felt good, it felt very good. It felt better than she’d felt in a very long time, and she wanted more.

When Evelyn came out of the change room, she gave the little girl’s aunt some money in exchange for having the youngster come to her house one day a week, to help her with the cleaning and chores.

Evelyn’s adult cunt purred softly, whispering sexy things to her.

She had plans for that little girl, and contrary to what her aunt might believe, none of those plans involved housework.

She had nervously mapped the whole thing out like a master criminal planning the perfect caper, leaving nothing to chance.

She was certain she knew how to approach the girl. She was going to move slowly and cautiously. She was going to give young Rebecca the comforting gift of adult attention and approval, and genuine friendship. She was going to offer the girl that special kind of unconditional, parental-style love. She was going to make friends with that poor, lonely little waif. She was going to pull the girl to her bosom, and cuddle her, and hug her, and kiss her in a very motherly way.

And then, when the time was right, once the girl’s guard was down, Evelyn was going to gently offer the nine-year-old a very different kind of love, a warm, grown-up, feminine kind of love.

Those motherly hugs and kisses were going to become measurably more intimate. She was going to let her slender adult fingers take very deliberate and increasingly sexual liberties with the girl, finding the chinks in her thin armor, sneaking under her clothes, touching her, inching closer and closer to those tender, private places, flirting with her, flattering her, whispering soft words of encouragement, calming her, caressing her, molesting her, seducing her.

It was almost unthinkable. It was like she’d fallen asleep one day, and woken up in another world.

Evelyn was a happily married woman. She had never before imagined being unfaithful to her husband. And yet here she was…she had just issued instructions to her driver, her handyman, telling him to go and fetch a pretty little girl, and bring her back to the house… for sexual purposes.

And the things she was planning to do to that child… well, let’s just say that Evelyn had no intention of limiting herself to a few nervous hugs and discreet little touches.

She was going to take her time, but Evelyn was an extremely motivated adult woman. And she was in an elevated state of sexual arousal. She was in heat and she was determined that she was not going to be denied her delicious little prize that day. Everything was going to go according to plan.

Her instincts had taken over. This had become a predator-prey situation in its purest form. She was going to be on that little nine-year-old like a hungry lioness on a defenseless lamb. She was going to lure that unsuspecting little girl into her lair, coax her gently out of her clothes, and then devour her — slowly, intimately, sexually.

After fourteen months of complete sexual denial, Evelyn was consumed by a powerful hunger. She needed to feed, and there was only one thing on the menu — a sweet, immature little girl, with a completely hairless, tasty little cunt between her legs.

Whatever else happened, and whatever the consequences later, Evelyn Johnson had made a solemn promise to herself — before the day was done, she was going to put her adult tongue in that little girl.

It was pretty much all she had thought or dreamed about since Saturday. It was more than a fantasy. It was a consuming passion. The woman was driven by a lewd, lascivious and absolutely irresistible desire to make love to the nine-year-old girl that she’d stripped nearly naked in the change room at the Woolworths store where she worked four days earlier.

She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to control her intense arousal. It was intoxicating. She had to consciously force herself to calm down and take her time. She didn’t want to rape the girl.

Evelyn crossed the room, her eyes unconsciously drifting, looking for anything that might distract her and clear her dark thoughts.

She stopped to look at a very familiar spot on the wall. It was cutout of a poem that had been hung in a very decorative, carved wooded frame. It was a bit of an heirloom, but not one that was worth any money really. It had come to her from her grandmother.

There was a prominent bold heading across the top, with an eight-line poem underneath. It read:

Harper’s Weekly, September 17th, 1887

Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is loving and giving
Thursday’s child works hard for a living
Friday’s child is full of woe
Saturday’s child has far to go
But the child that is born on Sabbath-day
Is bonny and happy and wise and gay

Her eyes lazily scanned each line, and then drifted back up.

Evelyn’s adult cunt flushed as she let herself twist the third line of the poem into a lewd thought. ‘Wednesday’s Child…hmmm, would she be loving? Would she be giving?’

Evelyn was certain that she would.

The woman’s heart leaped when she heard the squeak of the Plymouth’s springs, as her car bumped up over the small, dirt hump at the end of the drive. She sailed quickly across the floor to the front window and peered out through the curtains, watching the big car come to a stop near the stone path up along the front of the house.

Evelyn stepped quickly to the front door and opened it. She stood there holding the screen door open as Mr. Bellows stepped out of the car and walked around to let the girl out of the passenger side.

The woman watched expectantly, hopefully, as the girl stepped tentatively around the front of the car, looking nervously up at the big house.

There was a moment of hesitation when their eyes met, then recognition.

Evelyn felt a flush of warmth sweep over her as the girl smiled and quickened her step, bounding up the stone path to the front veranda, leaving Mr. Bellows alone by the Plymouth.

“I’ll just leave the car here then ma’am, and I’ll be back at four to bring missy home?” the man said.

It wasn’t really a question, though it was worded like one. He was simply confirming the arrangement and the woman’s expectations of him.

“Yes, thank you Mr. Bellows,” Evelyn said.

The girl was stepping lightly up onto the veranda as Evelyn watched the black man amble down her drive, walking away from the house.

She glanced quickly around at the other houses, unconsciously checking for nosy neighbors. No one seemed be taking notice of the girl’s arrival.

Their eyes met once more as the girl arrived at her door.

“Hello, Rebecca,” Evelyn said sweetly, almost overwhelmed and completely disarmed by the charming beauty of the little angel on her doorstep.

There was something different, like a shiny newness in the girl, that made her look even prettier than Evelyn remembered.

“Come in, c-come in,” Evelyn stammered, opening the door wide.

The woman very nearly swooned as the pretty little lamb stepped willingly into her lair. Evelyn paused to take a deep breath as she turned to close her front door. The metallic slap of the deadbolt lock falling into place seemed ominous and final.

It was almost too good to be true. She had the entire day to make it happen. She had a pretty little girl all alone with her in her home…an innocent, juicy little peach that was ripe for plucking.

Evelyn closed her eyes and forced her lurid fantasies into remission, driving those lewd thoughts from her mind, composing herself before turning to face the child.

“My goodness,” she blurted clumsily. “You look absolutely lovely today, Rebecca.”

The girl grinned and blushed.

She looked so different from their first meeting, four days earlier on the floor of the Woolworths store downtown. She had seemed so unkempt, so waif-like that day, with her unkempt hair and her unwashed look — like a beautiful but tarnished piece of silver.

But today, her natural beauty was shining through. She looked fresh and clean, lovingly groomed. Her hair was pulled into ponytails and tied with red ribbons on each side of her head. Her high-trimmed bangs highlighted the charmingly girlish look of her lovely face.

And the dress was nice — not new, of course, and perhaps even a hand-me-down, but lovely nonetheless. It was a typical girl’s summer dress, a short-sleeved, pale green button-back thing that flared out in a wide skirt that hung to just above her knees.

And those little knees were naked, inviting the woman to imagine those equally naked, soft girlish thighs hidden under the material of that summer dress.

Rebecca’s tall white knee socks were tucked into a pair of scuffed-up canvas sneakers that had probably been white at one time, but could now only be described as dirty grey.

“Here, let’s take these shoes off,” Evelyn said, kneeling in front of the girl, tugging at the laces on her sneakers.

The woman had a very defendable reason to remove the girl’s shoes. She truly did not want Rebecca traipsing around her house, or walking on her Persian rug, wearing a pair of dirty sneakers. But, as she removed the girl’s shoes and turned to place them on the mat by the door, the reality of that moment was not lost on Evelyn. She was intimately conscious of the fact that these little shoes were only the start.

The woman’s eyes browsed up the girl’s body, hesitating momentarily at a spot just below her waist. The pale green dress hung loosely on her, disappointingly hiding all evidence of shape or form underneath, but she paused anyway, letting herself anticipate the inevitable unveiling of Rebecca’s undergarments, allowing herself to imagine the shape, the color and the texture of the pretty little bloomers the girl had chosen to put on that day, allowing herself to imagine what it was going to be like to take them off her.

Their eyes met. The girl looked so expectant, so compliant. But there was a hint of vulnerability and nervous uncertainty there as well.

Evelyn smiled, reassuring the girl. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said warmly, rising to her feet, taking Rebecca’s hand in hers. “We’re going to have so much fun today.”

Evelyn led Rebecca into her parlor and sat down on the big, high-back sofa, leaving the girl standing in front of her, still holding onto her hand.

The woman actually twitched, feeling a nervous ticklish sensation flicker its way across her adult cunt as she looked at the charming little nine-year-old standing in front of her.

Evelyn responded instinctively to a momentary impulse, and moved prematurely, parting her knees, inviting Rebecca to step between them, wrapping her arms around the girl, giving her an innocent little hug, hoping that she hadn’t erred by moving too quickly.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m so glad you came today,” she whispered softly, urgently, confessing her desire, apologizing for it.

Evelyn bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, disappearing into a wonderfully warm sensation as she felt the little girl’s arms wrap around her, and hug her back.

“Mmnnngh,” Evelyn sighed softly, turning her head to nuzzle the girl’s neck, pressing her adult lips onto soft naked skin, kissing her, breathing in a very pleasant, clean scent.

“Mmmm, you even smell irresistible!” Evelyn blurted.

“Um, I had a bath last night,” the girl replied clumsily, as if an explanation was required.

Evelyn pulled back a little and looked into Rebecca’s face. “Oh, did you?” she asked.

The girl nodded. “Aunt Millie didn’t want me to, ’cause I usually have a bath on Saturday,” she explained. “But I cried, and then Uncle Ted said I could have a bath if I wanted one.”

It was Evelyn’s turn to blush. “Oh, really,” she said, smiling warmly at the girl.

The woman had been completely disarmed. Here she had been thinking, and planning, and scheming of the ways she was going to take advantage of this defenseless little girl, and seduce her, and molest her, and use her sexually.

Was it possible that this little girl’s understanding of what was going to happen to her that day was that sophisticated? Could she possibly have sensed how intimate her contact with the adult woman was going to be, to the extent that she was willing to risk a confrontation with her aunt so that she might be able to bathe, and prepare herself for that intimacy?

“And who did your hair this morning?” Evelyn asked.

“I did,” the girl replied, blushing lightly.

“Because you were coming to see me?” Evelyn asked.

The girl’s blush deepened as she nodded her reply.

“Well, it looks beautiful,” Evelyn said. “You look beautiful. And I’m so flattered that you that you did this for me. But I’m curious, what did your aunty think about you looking so nice this morning?”

“Well, she looked at me kind of funny,” Rebecca answered. “And she asked me why I was all dolled up.”

“And what did you say?” the woman asked, remembering the momentary suspicion on Rebecca’s aunt’s face at the Woolworths store on Saturday, when Evelyn came out of the change room with the girl.

Rebecca shrugged.

“Sweetheart, this is very important,” she cautioned the girl. “Remember what I said to you on Saturday. We can have a lot of fun together. We can be special friends for each other, but it has to be our secret. We can’t let your aunt find out. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded.

“Tell you what,” Evelyn said, pulling the girl into another hug. “We can fix this. You can tell your Aunt Millie that I gave you an apron to wear today, so you wouldn’t get your dress dirty. And I’ll send a note back with the driver telling her that you shouldn’t dress so nice when coming to work here. Okay?”

“Okay,” the girl responded.

“And next time, don’t ask to take a bath the night before,” Evelyn continued. “You can have a bath when you get here, if you want.”

The woman almost added… ‘we can have one together’… but cautioned herself against such an intimate reference so early in the game.

“I just have to remember to turn the hot water on before you come,” she added.

The girl pulled back a bit from their embrace. “You can turn hot water on?” she asked quizzically.

Evelyn smiled. “Yes,” she explained. “We have an electric tank that heats the water when we turn it on.”

“Oh,” the girl replied. “My Uncle Ted has to heat up the water on the cook stove out in the summer kitchen.”

Evelyn smiled. She was absolutely struck by the beauty and naivety of this young girl, so soft, so innocent, such a lovely face, such wondrous eyes, such a pretty little mouth.

“I am so glad you came to see me today,” the woman whispered softly, reaching brush a couple of strands of hair off her cheek, watching the girl blush and lower her eyes shyly. “You are so pretty…like a lovely little princess.”

She could sense a little bit of nervousness in the girl’s body, but no serious anxiety, no tension, no fear.

Evelyn leaned forward and touched her lips to Rebecca’s forehead. The girl murmured softly, but made no attempt to pull away.

Evelyn kissed her forehead again, and then inched downward, kissing the tip of her nose, making the girl blush.

Things were happening far too quickly. The girl had just stepped into her house moments before, and Evelyn was already entering the danger zone.

This wasn’t how she’d planned it. This was supposed to be a slow seduction. But she couldn’t stop herself, she wanted this little girl, she wanted to hold her, she wanted to hug her, she wanted to touch her, she wanted to kiss that pretty little mouth.

The woman’s heart was thumping nervously in her chest as she discarded any thoughts of caution and gave in to her immediate desire, making her move on the girl, right then and there.

Evelyn Johnson murmured softly, closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly to one side, and boldly grazed her adult lips down onto the nine-year-old girl’s sexy little mouth — pursing them lightly, kissing her, giving her a series of tender little love-pecks.

And these were not innocent, motherly kisses. These were urgent, insistent, tenderly-placed lover’s kisses.

Her plan was out the window. The woman had no idea where she was going next. She was acting on impulse alone, seizing the moment, reveling in it, feeling her adult cunt flush with warmth as she gently planted a series of tender little kisses on Rebecca’s lips.

And as it happened, she did not have to make the next move. The girl made it for her, murmuring softly, snuggling in closer, slipping her slender arms further around Evelyn’s back, offering the woman a nervous, responsive hug.

It was an extremely subtle gesture, almost unnoticeable… a little murmur of contentment, a timid, girlish attempt at an embrace.

But for the sexually charged woman, it was a signal, a message, received loud and clear. The girl was responding to her. She was receptive. She was willing.

The nine-year-old might not completely understand the significance of those intimate signals, but in effect, Rebecca had just given a grown woman permission to sexually molest her. She might as well have whispered that consent directly in Evelyn’s ear…’It’s okay. You can have me if you want. I’ll be a good girl for you.’

Evelyn moaned softly and pressed her adult lips directly onto the nine-year-old’s mouth, initiating a long, sensuous, closed-mouth, lip-rubbing kiss, moving gently, holding it, making it last.

The girl squirmed tentatively and snuggled even closer, letting the kiss happen.

There was no pretending now.

Evelyn Johnson, a sexually mature 28-year-old, married woman, was all alone in her parlor with a pretty nine-year-old girl. She was sitting on the edge of her sofa with that little girl between her knees. She had her wrapped in a lover’s embrace and was kissing her passionately on the mouth.

No one could possibly have mistaken what was happening in that room for anything even remotely described as innocent.

And there was absolutely no resistance in the girl. Evelyn was in heaven. Her adult cunt was buzzing softly, flushing, lubricating, anticipating a workout with the youngster.

She slipped her lips off the girl’s mouth, tracing a line of tender kisses across her cheek to her ear, taking a moment to catch her breath, whispering softly.

“Mmmm, I want you Rebecca,” the woman confessed in a gaspy whisper. “I want to take care of you. I want to love you.”

The woman moved her knees instinctively, spreading them wider, making more room for the girl between them, coaxing her into an even closer embrace, letting the nine-year-old’s body push the hem of her skirt right up into her lap.

The result was immediate and electric.

The woman’s body jerked excitedly as one of the girl’s soft thighs pressed up against the very center of her adult sexuality.

Evelyn flinched nervously as she felt her body respond, switching to auto-pilot, pressing back, her pelvis twitching, moving instinctively, rubbing from side to side.

It was brazen. It was bold. It was unforgivable. She was rubbing her adult cunt up against a nine-year-old girl’s thigh.

Evelyn felt the girl’s body tremble lightly at that extremely intimate contact and then melt, relaxing completely, submissively, giving in to the woman’s bold sexual aggression.

The cat was out of the bag, and so were Evelyn’s hands, moving, flirting downward, touching the girl, feeling her.

“Oh, fuck, I want you so much,” the woman gasped as she cupped Rebecca’s girlish bum in her hands and gently squeezed those cute little cheeks through the thin material of her little summer dress.

She pulled back looking into the girl’s lovely face, seeing confusion and nervousness, but not a hint of fear. The girl’s lips were parted. She was breathing deeply. Her eyes were half-closed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Evelyn whispered. “I shouldn’t use bad words in front of you.”

She hesitated. The girl looked so innocent, so submissive, so willing.

“It’s just that I can’t help myself, I want you so much.” Evelyn added, leaning down to touch her open lips on the girl’s, letting their warm breath mix.

“I want you so fucking much,” Evelyn whispered, using the word again.

She needed the girl to understand the grownup, sexual nature of the things they were doing, the things they were going to do, and oddly, using that word seemed an appropriate way to do that. It was something intimate, something very naughty that she could share with the girl.

It is important to remember that Evelyn Johnson was not a vulgar woman. She was a proper lady. She never swore, not even in anger. The only time that word ever rolled off her tongue was in the privacy of her bedroom, in the heat of passion, when she whispered that intimate obscenity and others to her husband, conspiring with him in the animal intensity of their sexual arousal.

And now she was using that word with a little girl, for the exact same purpose — for intimacy, and to engage the girl in a secret sexual conspiracy. She was using the word ‘fuck’ to teach a nine-year-old girl about sexual intimacy, to help her understand it.

But she was also holding back.

If the Evelyn had actually been speaking the completeness of her mind in that moment, confessing all of her intimate desires to the girl, then in fairness, she should have added the following:

“I want to lick that pretty little cunt of yours. I want to tongue-fuck you, sweetheart.”

Because that is exactly what the wickedly horny, sexually deprived woman was thinking as the fingers of her right hand slipped down the back of the girl’s legs, flirting their way past the hem of her little dress, finding soft, naked, girlish skin, touching it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” she whispered softly, letting her breath slip between the girl’s open lips, following that breath with the bold tip of her adult tongue.

Rebecca squirmed in the woman’s arms. It all felt so strange, so wicked, and it was happening so quickly.

She knew that funny things were going to happen during her visit with the lady she met at the Woolworths store. She knew the lady wanted to do things with her, things that grown-ups aren’t supposed to do with little girls.

She should have said no. She should have told her Aunt Millie that she didn’t want to work for this lady. And if her aunt insisted, she could have pretended she was sick that day, or she could have told her aunt and uncle that the lady had kissed her and touched her inappropriately that day in the change room.

But nine-year-old Rebecca didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, she talked her uncle into letting her have a bath the night before. And that morning she chose a pretty dress to wear, and fixed her hair up in ponytails with two bright red ribbons.

She knew what the lady wanted from her, and it was a little scary because she’d never done anything like this before. She’d been warned about grown-ups who like to do things with little girls.

But she liked this lady, and she’d made a decision. She’d decided to ignore those warnings.

She didn’t know all of the things that were going to happen to her that day. She had absolutely no sexual experience at all.

And several times over the last four days, when she allowed herself to imagine what might happen in the woman’s home, Rebecca had pictured herself standing in a big room, not unlike the room she was in at the moment. She saw herself just standing there frozen, helpless, embarrassed, unable to move, as the woman slowly and methodically removed her clothes, all of them, unwrapping all of her girlish secrets, stripping her as naked as the day she was born, leaving her defenseless and completely available for whatever it was that those grown-ups like to do to little girls.

So there was absolutely no doubt.

The little girl knew what she was getting herself into when she walked into the woman’s home. She knew that at some point during her visit, she was going to be stripped naked and sexually molested by Mrs. Johnson, and no one was going to come to her rescue.

It made her incredibly nervous and a little scared to think about being bare naked with the lady, and doing naughty things with her, and keeping it secret from her aunt and uncle.

But strangely, it also made her feel flattered and special, and mischievous and tingly in an excited sort of way, knowing that the pretty lady wanted her, had chosen her.

So in a general sense, she may have known what she was getting herself into, but nothing in her young life had prepared her for what she was experiencing at that moment. Her body was trembling, her mind was racing, and her fingers were clenching nervously as she struggled with the alien sensation of having an adult woman’s tongue pushed into her open mouth, circling around, playing with hers, exploring.

And the sound and feel of the woman’s heavy breath and her soft whimpers were oddly familiar. It reminded her of those strange sounds that she sometimes heard coming from her aunt and uncle’s bedroom late at night — nervous, anxious, sexual sounds, sounds that made her feel funny between her legs as she lay there under her blankets.

“Mmmmnth.”

It was the girl’s turn to whimper as the slender fingers of the woman’s right hand slipped up under the back of her dress, up onto the material of her bloomers, touching her bum, feeling it, gently squeezing her cheeks, feeling her up, molesting her.

There was not even a hint of resistance in the girl. There was no effort to protest or retreat from the intimate touch of the woman’s hand.

Evelyn’s left hand joined in, working quickly, hiking up Rebecca’s dress in front, draping it over the material of her own skirt in her lap.

For the woman, it was like the temperature in the room had just gone up several degrees. Down there between her legs, she could now feel the soft naked skin of the girl’s thighs brushing over the tops of her stockings, and above that, touching her own naked skin, and above that, making contact with the warm crotch of her sexy black bloomers.

Evelyn’s pelvis squirmed delightfully, celebrating the intimacy of that contact, brazenly rubbing her adult cunt up against Rebecca’s naked leg.

They were at the threshold.

Continue on to Part Three

Starlight Lover, Part One

  • Posted on July 30, 2017 at 12:03 pm

By Amanda

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

I am Kirstin Melchovic. I captain the Nova Princess, a freighter I converted from a passenger vessel after taking over the mortgage on it. Five years of my life had been poured into the ship making runs from Earth to Mars or Europa even out as far as Century Station in the Proxima Centauri system. Mostly, though, I ferry ice between Europa and Uranus. I hardly ever took passengers, being that I had only my own state room, my engineer’s quarters and four rooms I’d kept just in case. Besides the flight was not very comfortable since most of the ship had to be kept below freezing to preserve the ice.

My ship was large enough that I could carry sufficient ice to restock a station’s fresh water for at least six months with current recycling technology. Of course like all things the ice routes would eventually dry up due to better treatment facilities and I’d have to find a new type of cargo to haul.

Two hundred years ago on Earth there were people that ferried goods around the various territories in what must have been large vehicles for the times. They were called truck drivers in North America, and basically that was really all I was.

My life was really simple. Gerald my engineer kept to himself back in the engine room. I might only see him once or twice in a month. I entertained myself with ultrawave programs or virtual reality and I liked the solitude. I’d had a few lovers. Once upon a time I’d had a girl in every port, but in the ten years I’d been serving on and now commanding freighters I’d lost interest in women as a whole. Not that I’d gained interest in men, no — and if I had, Gerald was right there. No, he had to content himself with the Betty he’d pulled out of the scrap heap on Mars. For me, things just never seemed to click with any of my girl friends.

After salvaging her, Gerald had wiped the Betty’s memory. Most of them had a huge storage capacity and the lion’s share of it was filled with ways to pleasure us humans. Not ‘Mindy’ as he called her. She had the basic hooker program running, it was in her ROM after all, but he’d nearly filled her drive with engineering information and ship maintenance. Leave it to a gearhead to turn a Betty into an engineering assistant.

I didn’t mind the extra hands, though. I didn’t have to pay her, and her AI wasn’t as plastic as most bots. She could cook and had some basic conversation built in so once in a while I’d have dinner with her. I even slept with her one night, taking my engineer’s suggestion that I ‘get laid’. It was way too artificial for me. Not only that, even though she could really scream and squirm, I knew she wasn’t actually able to come.

As I said, pretty simple. Boring to some, but just right for me. You really don’t want too much excitement during space travel, as it usually means something like a matter of life or death is happening.

My troubles, if they really could be called that, started after picking up two containers from the Demos observatory over Mars. The observatory really had no facilities to speak of, just enough living quarters for the astronomers. But it had a huge port, as it had originally been used as a base station for getting goods off of and onto Mars.

The containers were actually living quarters modules headed for Europa and since I was due to pick up a shipment of ice there I thought, why not get paid for the trip? Once the containers were loaded, the Dock Captain called over standard radio to clear me for launch, and I was on my way.

Everything from here on would be done on ultra wave radio. It took a lot of power from the ship, but faster-than-light communications was critical even in intra-system travel.

Ten days out and at a speed of around one hundred eighty six miles per second, Mindy said something that puzzled me. I was in the mess having dinner and she was cleaning the kitchen when she turned around, tilting her head to the side. “Will the girl eat with you tomorrow?” she asked. I’m sure the lift in her voice was supposed to sound like she was confused, but she could neither mimic the expression or the tone. Questions meant that something did not compute, though.

“What girl?”

“Female, approximate age ten, hair blond, four feet three inches tall. Eye color could not be determined.”

“Did you see a girl at the station?”

“The young female is traveling with us in the cargo hold. She has requested that I do not reveal her whereabouts but I must know if I need to prepare more food.”

“Mindy, damn it, when were you going to tell me about this?” I snapped.

“I was not, Captain, as the female requested. However, she stated that she is hungry and I must now prepare her food in accordance with directive two.”

“Directive two?” I didn’t really understand robotics.

“I can by no act or omission of an act allow harm to come to a human.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I got out of my chair, heading for the cargo hold. “And for fuck’s sake, Mindy — ask Gerald to explain ship’s protocol to you.”

“As you wish, Captain.”

I made my way down to the hold as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to scare the child. I crept through the first set of living quarters, checking closets, bathrooms, everything. If the kid had been there she hadn’t left any sign. I went in to the second set container and in the first room I found a small sleeping bag and a pile of trash, mostly candy wrappers and chip bags. The kid was missing but she’d been there.

I snuck through the container until I came to the last room in the set. As quietly as I could I entered the room and went to the closet. With a deep breath I opened the door.

I almost didn’t see her huddled in the shadowy corner of the small closet. There she was though, pretty much as the Betty had described her.

“What’s your name?” I asked crouching down to be at eye level with her. The girl just stared at me, shaking either from the chill in the air or fear. “Hey kid, what’s your name?” She almost seemed like she didn’t understand the question. “Nombre?” I was getting annoyed at this point. “Hey! Your name kid!” She jumped when I shouted.

“S-Star,” she stuttered.

“Well Star, you’re in some real deep sewage, you know that don’t you?” I was only half telling the truth. Legally I could have put her out the airlock but that wasn’t me, especially not with a child. There was something more going through my head. What could be so terrible to a child that she would stowaway on a ship, especially with the risk involved. The risk of being found, or worse, being on a ship that doesn’t maintain life support in the hold. My ship was a conversion, it wasn’t possible to dump the air in the hold. I wish it was, it’d save a lot of power. And who knows what might have happened to her if she’d boarded a deep-space vessel. Some of the crews of those ships didn’t have women. Some didn’t even have Bettys on board.

“Why are you on my ship?” I asked the girl as we sat down at the table in the mess.

“One ship’s good as ‘nother,” she said.

“No, not really. You’re lucky to be alive. What if I sealed the hold and blew the atmo in there? You’re blood’d boil and your head would pop.” I folded my arms across my chest. The girl was dirty but even under the dirt I could see how pretty she was.

“What’re ya gonna do with me?”

“I don’t know.” I answered honestly. “I suppose put you up in quarters and ship you home when we get to Europa.”

“No! I don’t wanna go home! Please anything else. You can give me to the police or even keep me here, I can be real helpful, but don’t make me go home, pleeease!” she was begging.

“What’s wrong with home?” I asked. Hearing the desperation in her voice piqued my curiosity.

“Dad died ’bout three years ago. Now mom just drinks or smokes Tril all the time ’n she fucks people to get money. We been thrown outta three places ’cause she couldn’t pay the rent ’cause she spent the money on drugs. She even said I’m older now and it’s time I earn my keep. She said she gonna make me do what she does to get money. I don’t wanna do that, I hate all those gross men. They’re all dirty from the mines, and drunk and they’re mean.”

It might have been a lie. The girl might be making this up but, but she might not. Legally I was kidnapping her if I didn’t turn her over to the authorities when I got to Europa. The Federation had a strangle hold on the system. Everything was charted, cataloged, monitored and taxed. But the tighter they held on the easier it was to slip things by.

My ship was equipped with a transponder that had encoded within it’s signal, my license number, cargo and passenger manifest and crew compliment. Highly secure, trusted at all the major checkpoints, and very easy to replace with a jacker. A completely programmable transponder that would say whatever I wanted it to. A good jacker, like the one I had, could cost a year’s pay but was undetectable even with microscan. Basically even the best forensics couldn’t tell the difference between a real transponder and one that had been replaced, not yet anyway. My transponder was nearly always legal, but it wasn’t to tough to reprogram it to show the kid as my daughter.

The hard part came in her PIC. Personal ID chips were harder to tinker with, mostly because the data was encrypted with one thousand twenty-four bit encryption. It didn’t matter much, I seriously doubted I’d even need to add her information to the jacker. They rarely did bio scans at check points. Most of the time they were just in a hurry to get you out of the docks.

My departure scan was on the net by now though so it was better not to change anything at all, otherwise I risked raising the eyebrows of some over paid, over weight federation transport officer. Most of them could care less what you were hauling as long as it wasn’t undocumented explosives or weapons. But there was always that one, the new gung-ho guy trying to make a name for himself.

“Why should I believe anything you’ve told me?” I asked the kid. She sat silently for several minutes before she turned in her seat and pulled her shirt up over her back. Her back showed several bruises as well as some much older scars, even one that seemed like she might have been cut with a blade. I still didn’t know if she was telling the truth but it was obvious that the kid had been through something rough in her life.

The girl pushed her shirt down as she turned back to face me. “Mom was high about a week ago and she tried to make me fuck this man, I told her no. She beat me bad. But I got away, I ran. I hid in Old Town on Mars until I caught a ship up to the station and then I found you.”

I sat quietly for several minutes, contemplating the girl. I found myself wishing I’d installed cryo chambers. It’d be nice to be able to just put the kid in one and let her sleep all the way to Europa. “We’ll you’ve met our Betty, Sorry, Mindy.” I finally said. “Gerald is the engineer. You could be on the ship for a year and never see him. I haven’t seen him since we left Earth docks about a month ago.”

“You’ll let me stay?” she asked sounding a bit excited.

“You know I can’t. I can get you to Europa, maybe even get you in with some people that can help you but I have a ship to run here. I can’t have a kid around.” Something in me went out to the girl though. If I turned her over to some of the shady people I knew on Europa she might well end up in just as bad a situation as she’d come from, and there was little doubt she’d be turning tricks by the time she was sixteen. I knew a forger though, someone that could rework her PIC for her. We could legitimize her being on my ship. A niece or cousin or something. She could even attend class via the ultrawave.

I couldn’t believe what was going though my head. This kid, this stowaway already had me thinking of ways to keep her on my ship. Expensive ways at that. Reworking a PIC could easily cost more than I’d make on my next run. There was something about her though. Like I’d said, she was pretty, and there was something in her eyes. I felt for her, I felt myself draw to protect her.

“If I stay I can cook and clean and stuff.”

“I have Mindy for that, and I don’t have to feed or pay her,” I told the kid.

“I’ll do anything, just don’t send me back,” she pleaded with me.

“Fine — for now. We’ll figure this out when we get to Europa.” Legally speaking I should turn her over to the law at the next checkpoint. Stowing away was a serious crime. She was a kid though and in all reality couldn’t understand how serious what she’d done was.

“First things first. I guess I need to get you a room, and you are in dire need of a shower.” I led the girl out of the mess and to the elevator. We went to the upper deck, the passenger’s area. I gave her a small state room and left her there while I made my way down to the engine room.

“Captain!” Gerald said with some enthusiasm as I stepped into the room. “Mindy said I need to explain ship’s protocol to her. What’d she zero on?”

“Well, we had a stowaway.” Gerald raised his eyebrows.

“And she knew?” I nodded my head. He looked embarrassed. But this was a situation even I wouldn’t have thought to explain to a robot. “You put ’em out the airlock?”

“Course not.” I snorted.

“Man? Woman?”

“A kid.” I answered. Gerald rolled his eyes.

“Well I ain’t no fuckin’ babysitter,” he said.

“I just wanted you to be aware in case you saw her around.” I left him there and headed up to the bridge.

My bridge. More than my stateroom, was my heaven. The ship basically flew itself once you set the course. I just loved to sit up there and watch the stars.

I was absorbed in my thoughts and the stars just outside my portals when the comm chimed. I rolled my eyes and tapped the transmitter. “Yeah?”

“I’m lost.” I heard Star’s little voice come back over the comm.

“Okay, what does it say on the bulkhead above the comm pad?”

“Four twenty seven G.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.” I closed the comm link and stood up out of the pilot’s seat I normally occupied when I was in the con. I went down to the passenger deck and found Star sitting on the floor patiently waiting for me. “I guess I need for you to follow me around for the next couple days until you learn your way around.” I held out my hand and helped the girl to her feet. I showed the girl where my quarters were as well as Mindy and Gerald’s.

Once Star was sure she could get from her room to mine I took her up to the bridge. I’d never allowed a passenger on to the bridge before. I don’t know why it was that this kid showed up and suddenly there were no rules anymore but that is what seemed to be happening.

Now clean, her blond hair still wet fell around her face. I found myself staring at her. She stood looking shyly up at me with her shining blue eyes. She was actually a beautiful little girl. “Are you hungry?” I asked. The girl nodded her head. The more I looked at her, the more nervous she seemed to be getting. I pressed the softkey on the comm panel and waited to hear the chime. “Mindy, can you bring some sandwiches up to the bridge?” Several seconds passed before Mindy said she’d be up in a few minutes.

“Are you married?” Star asked, obviously trying to break the ice.

“No. Never met a girl that seemed to be able to stand me long enough for that.”

“I had a girlfriend once.” Star said absently. “We kissed a lot. It was nice I guess.”

“Really?” I said trying to sound interested.

“She was kinda like a boy though, like she had a short spiky hair cut and she always kinda dressed like a boy.”

I smiled to myself as she described the little butch girl. I thought it was cute. I was actually not having to feign interest so much. I found myself growing interested in the child. I was about to ask her some questions about her girlfriend when Mindy came through the hatch holding a plate with several small sandwiches on it.

“She’s pretty for a robot.” Star said looking up at Mindy.

“Cybernetic artificial humanoid,” Mindy said dryly. “I am made up of human flesh grown over an endoskeletal structure with a syntho-organic neural net as my central processor.”

Star starred blankly at her for a moment before taking a sandwich off the plate. “Okay. You’re pretty for a Cyber human thingy.”

“Thank you, and if you are interested I am programmed in multiple same-sex techniques.”

“Mindy!” I tried to sound angry but I was laughing too hard. It was no surprise that a Betty, especially one that had been on board a ship for most of her life, or existence, or whatever they call it, would not know what a child was outside of the most crude understanding. “Mindy, she won’t need that type of service from you.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Just leave the plate. You can go.”

Mindy left me there alone with the girl. I ate my sandwich quietly, watching the child. I had not even known her a day but I was feeling a bond with her already beginning to grow. Whether or not everything she said was true was becoming less important. What was important was that I wanted to do something for her. I wanted to take her in. It just seemed funny to me how quickly it was all happening.

*****

Fifteen days out and we were holding behind a passenger liner. The Federated System Liner Queen Elizabeth was passing through the first of two checkpoints between Mars and Europa.

A flash of light indicated the liner’s engines reigniting. Within a few seconds it began to move forward slowly. It was hard to see much detail. In space, lines could be hundreds of kilometers long. The passenger liner, huge ship that it was, was hardly visible to me at a distance of five kilometers, the minimum safe spacing dictated by Federation law.

The comm popped and chimed. “Nova Princess, proceed to dock two fourteen A.”

“Acknowledged,” I responded. “Star, you need to head for your quarters,” I said to the girl.

Star nodded and silently headed through the hatch and toward her room. It took about twenty minutes to get to the checkpoint. I eased into the dock and waited for the docking ring and gang plank to attach to the ship.

The metallic thump echoed through the ship. Any second now a dock officer would be calling on the comm.

“Captain Nova Princess, state your cargo and destination.”

I hit the responder button on the comm. “Living quarters to the Europa colony.” This was a formality. If he was following normal protocol he’d already received this information from the transponder.

Several seconds passed. “Please transmit current logs.” Something else he would have gotten automatically from the transponder. He was just trying to catch any discrepancies.

I turned the pilot’s seat around and slid it to the computer console where I called up the logs and sent them through to the dock officer across our comm link.

“Logs received. Thank you Nova Princess. Disengaging docking apparatus.” I sat back in the seat and closed my eyes. I had to admit I was nervous. It was extremely rare to be boarded, but well, Murphy’s law and all. “Captain Nova Princess, you are free to go, dock officer Reading out.”

I turned my chair back around and engaged the reverse docking thrusters. I felt sweat on my brow as I backed away from the dock and turned the ship back out toward open space.

Once we were under way again I left the bridge and headed down toward the rooms to retrieve Star. I didn’t like the Martian run very much. It was the only one in the system with two check points. The one we had just passed and a second where it intersected with the Jovian route from the inner planets. That was the one that worried me. Lots of smuggling went on between Earth and the moons of Jupiter. The officers tended to be a little more attentive to details.

“Star,” I said quietly as I tapped her door. A moment passed and the door slid into the bulkhead and I found myself looking down into her pretty face. “Would you like to go up to the observation lounge? We could take some sandwiches and have kind of a picnic.” I offered. The little girl nodded her head.

We prepared some food and went up to the observation lounge. It was a huge glass bubble, a room with several lounge chairs that allowed one to sit back and just stare up at the stars. We sat down on the floor and quietly ate our sandwiches while looking out at the majesty around us.

“Does this ship fly faster than light?” she asked me, her eyes fixed on Orion.

“I have a slip stream drive. We can get up to L seven.”

“Seven times the speed of light?”

“No, light speed times itself seven times.” I moved closer to the girl. Over the past few days we’d become quite close. I liked her. She was a sweet kid but there seemed to be more to it. It was a bit frightening. I was beginning to think that I was attracted to her.

Just a hundred years ago the mere thought was a terrible taboo but things change. Especially since the invention of the first Bettys. These days about one in five of them was a child. It was still seriously looked down on but pedophiles had rights, some of them even enjoyed relationships openly.

If I really was feeling what it was I thought I was then it was not the end of the world. But I really didn’t want to be a pedophile.

“Do you like being here?” I asked the girl. As much as I didn’t want things to be the way they were, I felt an overwhelming urge to pursue it.

“It’s pretty,” she said, still captivated by the stars.

“It is, but I mean do you like being on the ship?”

Star looked me in the eyes. She smiled and tilted her head shyly. “I love it.” Star leaned close to me and put her head against my shoulder. “I love you.”

I tried to smile but my mouth had gone dry. I sipped at the synthetic wine I had brought with us. I was trying to think of a way to approach the girl. I wondered to myself how they did it, how did people start these types of relationships?

I moved around until I was in front of the girl. I put my hands on her knees and smiled down at her. “I like having you here,” I told her, sounding shaky. I was nervous. She’d run from a situation where she would have been forced into prostitution. I didn’t want to make her run from me.

Without any idea what the right way to do this was, I just leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. I only held the kiss for a moment before I sat back to judge her reaction.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked me.

“Because I like you.” I pushed a lock of hair from her face. “It’s not like with your mother though. I mean you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Star didn’t say anything, she just leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. I pulled her close, stroking her back. It was really nice, sitting there holding her, surrounded by stars.

Finally relaxing a little I moved her back and kissed her again. Longer this time, parting my lips and flicking my tongue against her lips. Star sat back smiling. “I like kissing you,” she said.

“Me too.” I wanted so much more from the little girl now. I wondered how far she’d be willing to go. Gently I caressed her body, running my hands over her chest, down to her hips and curling my hands around to hold her ass. The feeling of someone so small, such a tiny lover excited me more than I wanted to admit.

I had to be gentle with her. I did not want to frighten her or take things too far too fast. Above all I had to make sure that she had time to say no.

Gently I caressed her tiny body through her clothes. It was an unbelievably powerful experience. This little girl was awakening things in me I did not know had existed.

Suddenly I realized that it all made sense. All the women, all the girlfriends, things had never worked out because they were not what I wanted in my heart. This was it though. This was what I wanted. Having this little girl at my side, touching her, making love to her, this was what I had been seeking all along.

I paused, looking down at her, trying to smile. Timidly I reached out and tugged at the zipper holding her jumpsuit closed. I looked down at her flat chest. Her young flesh was beautiful. My eyes traced down her body to her belly. It was so perfect, so smooth and flat.

With Star’s help I pulled the jumpsuit off of her. She lay before me wearing only a high cut pair of panties, underwear that seemed strangely mature for a girl her age. The child swallowed hard as she studied my reaction to her. “You have to take off your clothes too,” she said, sounding nervous.

I nodded my head. To put her at ease I lifted my shirt over my head, then slid the shorts and thermal leggings I normally wore off. Now I sat in front of her in nothing but my panties. I reached for her panties and tried to pull them off but she resisted.

“You first,” she said. Again I nodded. I’d forgotten how self-conscious Martians could be. The colony had originally been settled by Mormons. Christianity was a distant and nearly forgotten religion now but at least on Mars some of its moral trappings were strong. I leaned down and kissed her mouth before sliding my panties off and tossing them to the side. Star looked relieved. Seeing me naked, she lifted her bottom and allowed me to take her underwear off.

I began slowly, kissing from her lips down her throat and over her chest. She had only the slightest softness in her tiny breasts. Still everything felt so right. Having this pretty little girl as a lover was more natural than any other affair I’d had.

I found myself hesitating, nervous, as I kissed her protruding hip bones. I was aching to taste her young sex but I was afraid she would stop me, that she would lose her nerve.

Finally I found my courage and made my way down her body, coming to rest between her legs. I glanced up at her over her mound. She was looking down at me, smiling. With a smile I pushed forward, pressing my tongue against her clit and sucking it into my mouth. I felt the girl tense, she pulled her knees up slightly and sighed. As I lapped at her tiny clit and caressed her body, teased her nipples, lavished in the feeling of her soft skin she moaned and writhed.

I felt a tiny hand in my hair and noticed that she had begun to buck her hips. She seemed to gasp with each breath, begging for more.

Suddenly She arched her back and pushed her soft sex towards me. I sucked hard on her clit, then slid a finger inside her, causing her to gasp and tremble. I could feel her walls spasming around my finger, and she jumped with each one. It was more erotic than anything I’d ever experienced, feeling a child climax at my touch.

Eventually she relaxed and lay back against the deck. She took long deep breaths, her eyes blank and fixed on the stars outside. I lay next to her, gently stroking her stomach, circling around her cute little belly button.

“Should I do that to you?” she asked. I wanted her to, oh did I want her to, but I just smiled and shrugged. I didn’t want to rush her, we had another twelve days out and I was already finding myself thinking of ways to keep her on the ship.

Star sat up and with a silly grin and kissed me. The little girl began kissing down my neck, working her way toward my breasts. I could tell that she was working up her courage. If she was even half as nervous about this as I was then I don’t know how she was managing to concentrate.

Star finally reached my sex and paused, staring at me. She glanced from my vulva to my face and turned away blushing. “I did this to my friend once,” she confessed, “but this is different.”

“You don’t have to do anything angel,” I assured her.

“I know, but I want to.”

Finally the little girl closed her eyes and leaned in, reaching out with her tongue and touched my sex tentatively. Slowly she became more courageous until finally she was lapping at my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout my body.

Sex had always been something I could have taken or left. I had had many women in my life but I enjoyed something else in the relationships. This was different though. I wanted to hold her, to cuddle her close to me. I wanted to kiss her and feel her little body against mine, but unlike with any woman I’d ever been with, I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to feel her body tremble with orgasm under my fingers. I wanted her to touch me the same way, to lick me, kiss me, to push her tiny fingers in to my waiting body.

The orgasm was building within me. She had slid several of her fingers inside of me and was working them in and out while lapping at my clit the best that she could.

It raced from my loins throughout my body. I nearly screamed, panting, moaning as I orgasmed, once, twice, and to my great surprise a third time before little Star pulled her fingers from my body and slid up to lie next to me.

We dozed next to one another for some time. Now and again I would find myself suddenly awake, looking out at the stars with my little lover pushed hard against me. Her warmth comforted me.

In one such of these wakeful moments I found myself contemplating what it would take to get the girl’s PIC reworked. I knew I had the money, that wasn’t the issue, but finding the right person to do it, someone who could make it undetectable, that was the trick.

Continue on to Part Two