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Cinderella

  • Posted on December 31, 2017 at 7:02 am

By MargaretSexyMum

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2013 }

Cinderella has been an unhappy little girl since her beloved mother passed away when she was very young and her father remarried. He departed some time afterwards, leaving the child in the care of her evil stepmother and two older stepsisters. They did not have Cinderella’s interests at heart and abused the poor girl. Cinderella was required to do all the domestic chores in the house, and was also on call to service her stepmother and sisters whenever they demanded it.

They treat the eleven-year-old as their personal sex slave, and have done so since she was only six. From the time they wake in the morning till they retire for the evening, Cinderella is required to pleasure them whenever they require — and the three horny females require it a lot. The sweet, obedient girl uses her mouth and a collection of sex toys to sate her stepmother’s and stepsisters’ perverted desires.

Cinderella doesn’t really mind performing these acts, because after all her real mother had taught her how girls could make each other feel good by touching their most intimate places. It was just that her stepmother and stepsisters were so ugly and had such poor personal hygiene, and they never even tried return the favor and make her feel good.

Every night Cinderella dreams of escaping her dreary existence and meeting a beautiful girl to spend the rest of her life with. One day her heart leaps when an invitation arrives to a Grand Ball. But she is heartbroken when her stepmother tells her the invitation is not for her, and that she will have to stay at home while they go to the Ball.

That night when the others are asleep and Cinderella is weeping in her room, a fairy godmother appears and assures the girl that she will go to the Ball. But the grey-haired fairy warns her that she must leave the Ball before the clock strikes midnight or her beautiful gown will turn into her normal rags and her clean hair and flawless complexion will return to their usual grubby state.

On the day of the Ball, Cinderella assists her stepmother and sisters with their toilette and to get dressed in their gowns. After they have departed for the Ball the fairy godmother helps Cinderella get ready. She primps and bathes the young girl. The naughty fairy takes her time as she washes the girl all over, even though Cinderella is old enough to bathe herself. The fairy’s fingers probe into places of the young girl’s body that haven’t been touched for a very long time. Cinderella throws back her head and squeals as the fairy massages the tiny nub of her clitoris, bringing her to climax.

When she climbs out of the bath, the fairy godmother dresses Cinderella in a very short white gown that shows off her long coltish legs and barely covers her bottom. The bodice of the dress is very tight, the material almost completely sheer. It hugs her thin frame and shows off the tiny buds blossoming on her chest which are topped with pretty pink nipples. Her legs are bare except for the pair of glass slippers she wears, showing off her perfectly manicured feet, her toenails painted a bright cherry red.

“But fairy godmother,” the girl says nervously, “I thought ball gowns were supposed to be floor length…? This one barely covers my coochie, and everyone will be able to see my boobies!”

The fairy smiles sweetly, “Normally dresses are longer and more demure, my dear, but we want the Princess to notice you, don’t we? I am sure she will notice you in this dress. In fact I am willing the bet she won’t be able to keep her eyes — and hands — off you!”

The fairy hands Cinderella a pair of lace panties to wear under her skirt. When the girl pulls them up, she feels that they are very loose.

“Fairy godmother, these underpants are pretty… but I don’t think they fit very well. They are almost falling off.”

“Don’t fret, sweetie, it is all part of the plan,” the fairy assures her.

*     *     *

The moment Cinderella enters the ballroom, all eyes turn to her. The men and the women all secretly lust after the sweet and sexy little nymphet.

When the beautiful and elegant teenage Princess lays eyes on Cinderella, she is immediately smitten and makes her way straight across to her before anyone else has a chance to talk to the young girl. She takes Cinderella’s delicate hand and leads her to the dance floor.

They begin a slow dance, the much taller Princess laying Cinderella’s cheek against her chest and putting her hands on the girl’s bottom as they sway to the music while the other guests gape at the two beauties. The Princess’ roving hands sneak under Cinderella’s short gown to caress her lace-covered bum cheeks. Cinderella is thrilled to feel the older girl’s hands on her bottom, not only because it feels so nice, but because they also help to keep her loose underpants from sliding down around her ankles.

The pair spend the whole evening dancing and talking… and quickly falling in love. As the night grows late, the two girls are sitting in a corner kissing open-mouthed, the Princess gently stroking her new child lover’s cleft through her delicate lace knickers — and then the clock strikes midnight.

Hearing the chimes, Cinderella rises and after a longing look at the beautiful Princess turns and rushes toward the door. As she runs, she stumbles and her loose underpants slide down her legs, causing her to kick them off so she won’t trip and fall.

The Princess watches in shock as Cinderella races for the door, her short skirt flapping up and exposing the young girl’s lovely bare bottom. Then the teenager walks slowly to the middle of the room where she bends down to pick up Cinderella’s discarded underwear, raising the delicate material to her nose to inhale the child’s innocent but slightly musky scent. She also sees a wet spot where she’d been caressing the saucy minx’s slit through the gusset of her undies.

It had been love and lust at first sight for the Princess. The mysterious little nymph had stolen her heart from the moment she saw her entering the ballroom dressed in that scandalous gown. Her desire for the adorable child was overwhelming, and she wanted her in her bed.

With Cinderella gone, the Princess turns to the Queen. “That is the one I want, Mother, more than any other. That pretty little girl in the short dress. I want her for my bride.”

The Queen dotes on her beautiful but headstrong and passionate daughter, and has always accepted her sexual preference which became apparent at an early age. She also has enacted laws to enable women in their Kingdom to wed one another. Although these laws at first had scandalized many of her subjects, over time lesbian couples had begun coming forward to publicly pledge their love and be married.

But never in the Queen’s wildest dreams would she have imagined that her precious daughter would want to wed an underage girl — one who was practically still a child — no matter how desirable she might be. And the Queen did have to admit that the pretty little pixie was delicious. She had thought to herself while watching the girl and her daughter dancing together that she wouldn’t have minded having Cinderella as a whore in her own bed.

The Queen turns to her daughter and says thoughtfully, “But, my darling, she is still only a child. Don’t you want a girl more your own age?”

“Mother, you know I like young girls. You have seen me sharing my bed with the Lady in Waiting’s two daughters, and they are much younger than Cinderella. One is six and the other is seven. We weren’t just sleeping in the same bed, you know, I seduced both of them. They were yummy. Cinderella is eleven years old, she is almost ready to flower into a woman.”

The Queen knows she will never win this argument. “Well, all right, dear. Except I don’t know who the girl is, or how she was invited. I have never seen her before.”

“Then we must find her!” the Princess demands, petulantly stamping her feet. “I want us to be married. Can’t I have her? Please, please, pretty please?”

*     *     *

The Queen, who cannot resist any entreaty of her beautiful daughter, orders a search of the Kingdom to find the mysterious nymphet. The task is made difficult as the only clue they have is the child’s discarded lace panties. The Princess does not let this prized treasure out of her possession. She sniffs the soiled material regularly, provoking memories of the girl’s sweet essence that had filled her nostrils.

A Royal Decree goes out ordering all girls between the ages of ten and twelve years to present themselves at the castle. The Princess inspects each of the girls as they try on the undies. She supplements her visual examination by sniffing the girl’s crotches in the hopes of finding the same scent that is imprinted on her brain.

While the Princess enjoys the search, getting to see and smell hundreds of little girls’ bare clefts, she remains heartbroken that she has still not found the object of her desire. But eventually the palace courtiers discover a child kept in hiding, and she is bought before the Princess.

The Princess notices that the little girl who stands before her in a thin shift does resemble her love… although it is hard to be sure. She instructs the girl to lift the hem of her tattered garment, and admires her plump hairless vulva. After sniffing the discarded panties once more, the Princess takes her time slowly pulling them up the child’s slender thighs until they hang loosely off her hips.

She asks the girl to turn around, and her heart races as she sees that the panties fit just as loosely as she remembered. The undies show off an ample amount of her bottom crack, and the wide leg holes allow the Princess to see the girl’s bald slit.

As a final test, the Princess pushes her nose into the young girl’s pantied crotch. She inhales deeply — and emits a cry of joy as she recognizes the musky scent of her true love. She throws her arms around the child’s waist and presses her face against Cinderella’s mound as her hands grab at the girl’s tiny bum cheeks. She plants a series of kisses all over her panty-covered mons and between her legs.

The Princess is overcome with happiness and lust and sucks on the girl’s crotch through her underpants. She soon tastes evidence that Cinderella is enjoying her oral attentions when her cunt moistens and her juices soak the panties as the Princess feasts on the girl’s tangy sauce.

When she has finished enjoying Cinderella’s charms, the Princess solemnly takes her hand, gets down on one knee, and asks the child to marry her. Cinderella accepts the proposal with pleasure.

A week later the two are married…

and they lived happily ever after

Blue Christmas

  • Posted on December 25, 2017 at 7:07 am

By Rebecka

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

It’s always the same. Blue blows into town, screws with me until I don’t know what end I should be putting food into, and then she’s gone again. It’s been like this since we were in school.

Blue is my best friend. She is two days older than me, celebrating her birthday on the 26th of May, where mine is on the 28th. We went to the same schools together, K-12, and then were roommates all through college. She took a job as an airline attendant; I went to work for my dad. I love Blue, and I hate her.

“Hey, Guido. I’m laying over for the weekend. Want to get drunk?”

 

* * *

 

Guido was my nickname with Blue, had been ever since middle school. I have no idea where the name came from. She just called me that one afternoon in bed.

“Guido??” I had protested.

At the time, she’d had my left nipple in her mouth and couldn’t answer. She nodded, however, and bunched my small breast between her fingertips to make the nipple puff up. She loved to suck my nipples in those early days, as I loved to suck hers, and of course we still do. At thirteen, I didn’t have much in the way of boobies, though. (Not that I do now.)

I ran my hands through her thick, black hair, still long back then, pulling it behind her head so that I could enjoy my nipple pleasure visually as well as physically. ”Don’t you give me another hickey,” I warned.

“I will if I want to.”

“My mom was furious with me the last time.”

“I’ll put it somewhere she won’t see.” She had once left one on the inside of my thigh, just inches below my crotch. If my mother had seen that

“Don’t give me one at all,” I said, “and I don’t have to worry about it.”

She proceeded to give me one just below my nipple.

“Blue!” I cried. “I told you not to do that!”

She gave me another one, on my other breast just below the nipple. She was such a devil, then and now.

 

* * *

 

“I can be there at your place in half an hour,” she taunted. “We can do it there or go out somewhere, whichever you like.”

“Cut it out,” I said, cupping my hand around the receiver. Dad was in the other room. I lived with my parents.

“When are you getting an apartment of your own?” she demanded.

“When are you going to stop ragging me about it?” I countered. I’d had an apartment for two years after graduation, had gone through three roommates, and finally gave the apartment up when I got laid off. I hadn’t worked for my dad at the time, though I did again now. I couldn’t afford a place of my own. Not until I got a little something saved up.

“I’m at the Hyatt again. Why don’t you pop over, we’ll have a little fun, and then go clubbing?”

The intent of this idea was, that being too drunk to drive home, I would stay the night with Blue in her hotel room, crashed out on the second bed. The thing was, Blue always insisted on a king-sized bed whenever she was in town. Mom and Dad didn’t know that. Though disapproving of my party-going, they did applaud my restraint in not drinking and driving.

“You know I’m gonna say yes,” I grumped.

“Of course you’re gonna say yes,” she replied airily. “You always say yes. You love me.”

The truth was, I loved Blue enough to marry her if I somehow could.

“I’ll be there in half an hour,” I said and hung up. She asks, and I do anything she wants.

On the way over, I fussed and fumed about the impropriety of being in love with someone who thought nothing of deserting me for months at a time. I wouldn’t get a phone call, a letter, an email — nothing, until she suddenly appeared in town and called me. Infuriating. And yet, the instant she was in my sight I lost all trace of my anger. It just melted away. Especially, if, as I suspected would happen tonight, she pulled me to her, right there in the hotel room doorway and stuck her tongue down my throat. Our last time together we hadn’t even made it to the bed.

At the Hyatt, I parked in a luckily open space right up front, walked into the lobby and pressed the Send button on my cell phone. “I’m here,” I said, when she answered.

“Room 723. Turn right getting off the elevator. I’ll be the one standing in the middle of the hallway in my corset, thigh-highs, and thong panties.”

“I wish,” I said, blushing at the thought. Knowing Blue, that might be exactly where she’d be when I got off the elevator.

Fortunately, it wasn’t. I walked down the long hallway to her door and tapped lightly. She opened the door, and stood there in a white cotton blouse buttoned in one place between her breasts. The arm against the door in a seductive pose drew her shirt tails apart, showing her baby-smooth crotch.

“Blue!” Mortified, I tossed a glance over my shoulder at the door opposite us. Was that a flicker in the peephole, someone looking out? I was twice as mortified when I looked back and discovered that she had undone the one button holding the shirt together and had now exposed her breasts. “Blue!” I squealed again, pushing her into the room.

The instant I was inside and the door closed behind me, Blue flipped the shirt back over her shoulders, grabbed me to her and kissed me. My purse hit the floor, and was followed an instant later by my coat. As always, I was nothing but ravenous for her on first sight. She had my top off over my head and my bra pulled down exposing my left nipple, which she latched onto hungrily.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “You have no idea how much I missed your nipples.” A minute later she had me naked in bed and was giving my tongue a workout it hadn’t seen since she’d last had me in bed.

“You haven’t been with anyone,” she said perceptively.

“No,” I moaned as she attacked my poor neck. I’d go home tomorrow with a hundred, strategically placed hickies that no one besides myself was allowed to see.

I gasped as a long, hungry finger penetrated my wetness. An earthquake-strong shudder ran up and down my spine. I splayed myself, wanting her whole hand inside me. She attempted to cooperate.

“Wanna know something amazing?”

I was breathing very hard now. I had a hard time focusing on her eyes. “What?” I panted.

“I was faithful to you this time.”

I blinked at her. She laughed at my startled, disbelieving expression. She kissed me gently. The hand between my thighs became gentle, rather than demanding. She kissed me again.

“You didn’t think that possible of me, did you?” she whispered.

I didn’t know what to think. Blue was a sexual black hole; she attracted and then sucked in everyone around her. No one escaped her event horizon. She couldn’t be resisted, nor did she want to be resisted. It had haunted me all my life. Another reason I alternately loved and hated her.

Kissing my nose, she whispered. “I’m through with all that. A week after my last layover, I was in a bar in Cancun–”

“Cancun!” I exclaimed. She usually only did domestic flights.

“Yes, Cancun. Can I continue? I was sitting there in that bar, alternately eyeing some gorgeous blond with no boobs–” grinning, she looked down at my own small boobs “–and two or three guys whose cocks I wanted to suck. The next thing I know, I’m thinking about you leaning over me in bed with your long blond hair sweeping across my face.”

She ran her hand through my hair now. “I realized I didn’t want to be with anyone but you.”

Closing her eyes, she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me more lovingly than I’d ever been kissed in my life. When she raised her head some minutes later, it took time for the question she’d asked to penetrate the swirling mists of my thoughts.

“What?” I blurted out. “What did you just say?”

“I asked you to marry me, Guido.”

Dumbfounded, I just lay there with my mouth open and stared at her.

 

* * *

 

Our first time was when we were twelve years old. We had just gotten home from school and, as usual, Blue stayed with me because I hated being alone in the house. The year before, a man who was now in prison for breaking and entering and raping adolescent girls after school had surprised me in my bedroom.

“It’s not like he did anything to you,” Blue pointed out.

I unlocked the door, stepping inside to punch the code into the keypad beside the door jamb. “I wouldn’t call making me undress ‘nothing’, Blue.”

“So you were embarrassed. You get embarrassed every time you undress for gym. Big deal.”

Blushing, I closed the door and set the lock and the deadbolt. Blue didn’t really think nothing of my traumatic afternoon at the hands of my would-be rapist; she merely wanted to keep me from getting my head completely bent around it. She knew how terrified I’d been, and how helpless. Her feigned indifference helped me handle the anxiety.

Upstairs, we dropped our backpacks on the bed and shucked out of our coats. It was two days before Christmas, 1997. Blue’s family was flying out the following afternoon for her grandparent’s place in Minnesota, so this was our last chance to exchange presents. Blue’s gift was sitting on my nightstand: two CD’s of her favorite group. Mine, I assumed, was in her backpack.

Grabbing a brush off my dresser, I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and began to brush it. I hated my hair back in a ponytail. Blue liked it down, also.

“You have such great hair,” she said wistfully, sliding her fingers through the thin strands. Unexpectedly, she took the hairbrush from my hand, slid in behind me on the bed, and began methodically running the bristles straight down the middle of my back. For maybe the millionth time, I suppressed a shiver at the touch of her hands. I was in love with Blue, and the biggest fear of my life was that she would find out. She would laugh at me. Worse, she would stop being my friend.

And then, to my utter astonishment, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Becca. There’s something I need to tell you. Please, please, tell me you feel the same way I do.”

My eyes flew open. I stopped breathing and maybe my heart even stopped beating. It certainly felt that way. It felt like the planet had stopped revolving.

I croaked out, “What?”

Blue kissed my neck. I jumped and gasped, twisting my head and half my upper body in order to see her. I know my eyes were big as dinner plates. My mouth was hanging open. I was terrified. In my wildest dreams, I had never imagined beautiful Blue, the prettiest girl in my class, the object of so many boy’s attention, the haunt of my waking hours, could feel anything toward me the way I felt toward her. It was impossible.

Sudden tears filled my eyes and I blurted out, “Stop it! How can you be so cruel? You call yourself my friend?”

I leapt from the bed, stumbled off balance, went down on my fingertips and crossed half the room on all fours before righting myself and dashing into the bathroom and slamming the door. I locked it with shaking hands and then leaned against it with my back, trembling head to foot, my palms against the smooth wooden surface, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Rebecca? God, I am so sorry. I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?” I wailed. This was insane. It could not be happening. I was being punished for my presumptiveness.

“How I felt about you. I’ve been hiding it all these years. I’ve been in love with you since the first grade. Since the very first day you sat down with me to have lunch.”

I could remember that day clearly: Blue in a red corduroy jumper and white leggings. The L.L. Bean tag was sticking up in the back. I had folded it in for her, and we had started to talk. I was wearing a button-down white shirt and a plaid skirt and white leggings and new pink and white tennies that Mom had bought me over the weekend. Blue’s footwear were black, patent-leather Mary Jane’s that she hated: she said they pinched her toes. We talked about boys and giggled a lot.

“You’re teasing me,” I moaned.

I could imagine her on the other side of the door, her cell phone out, broadcasting our conversation to an eager, giggling audience wrapped around another cell phone, the speakerphone reciting our every word.

“I am not. For God’s sakes, Rebecca, how can you be my BFF and not know how I feel about you? We’re closer than sisters. Closer than twin sisters.”

That was true. I’d told things to Blue I’d never tell to another living human being, things I’d barely admit to myself. She had gotten me through the horrific first minutes of my first period; if not for her I’d have bled all over myself. We’d slept together a hundred times during sleepovers, whispering and giggling all night, tickling and revealing our darkest secrets . . . all except one, in my case.

She was right. I knew Blue as surely as I knew myself. Though her teasing was merciless and often verged on cruel, she would not lie to me. Certainly not about something like this.

I opened the door. Her face was in tears. Her eyes pleaded for understanding. I saw in them a potential for heartbreak that I’d never have imagined Blue capable of. I sniffed, wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands, and smiled tremblingly.

“You really want me?”

Sighing in relief (and rolling her eyes at the stupidity of my question), Blue leaned through the six inches of open doorway and kissed me on the lips.

 

* * *

 

“Are you out of your mind?” I raised up on my elbows and stared at her in disbelief. “Your father is a Baptist minister. A Southern Baptist minister,” I reminded her, in case she had forgotten.

She giggled softly and nodded her head. “That’s not a fact I’m liable to forget anytime soon, Guido.”

I could not control my thoughts. They swirled like dishwater circling a drain, frothy and full of potatoes chunks and bits of meat. I blinked at her slowly.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want to get married,” she said. “I know you do.”

“Yes, but –” I protested.

She leaned forward and kissed me. “Our own house in the Hampshire’s, Tweedledee and Tweedledum making our lives miserable.” (Tweedledee and Tweedledum were our two imaginary children, one hers, one mine, supposedly fathered by the same hottie we’d pick up in a bar somewhere and have a threesome with.) “A mortgage payment to be late on, Direct TV to bitch about when it looses the signal, you in an apron and nothing else when I come home.”

Blue grinned cattily and winked. I had met her at the door before one time in only an apron. “The point is, we can have it for real, Guid.”

“Yeah,” I said caustically, “with me sitting home at night for weeks on end.”

This had been a major issue since graduation, her and her airline job. Her and her flightiness, though if she’d been celibate since our last reunion, maybe that part of her life was in check. So I could hope. I’d been with no one else in two years.

“I’ve been working on that,” she said, smiling slyly. “A job opened up in the Boston office. I applied, and it looks promising. I won’t know for a week, but I’m pretty sure I got it.”

She bit her lower lip, unsure for the first time. “I thought if maybe…” Her uncertainly deepened. “You do want to marry me, right?”

I leaned forward and kissed her. “Of course I want to marry you, silly.” I’d wanted to marry her since 6th grade. “I just can’t believe you want to marry me.”

She kissed me some more, and then slid down my stomach to snack between my legs. I have always loved being eaten by Blue. I dislike having my legs spread for anyone else’s pleasure, but was always grateful when, with a twinkle in her eyes, and a grin on her lips, Blue let me know that soon a tongue would be exploring my insides or tickling my clitoris. I love having my clitoris tickled, though it often makes me so frantic as to send me into uncontrollable writhing. I had a heart attack the first time I understood what it was she intended to do.

 

* * *

 

“No!” I had yelped, forcing my knees together in a panic. “You are not doing that to me!”

It was a month or so after we’d first admitted (in Blue’s case, declared) our desire for each other. We were naked in bed, enjoying our after school alone time. I had just been given another embarrassing hickey on my tiny left boob.

“What?” she asked innocently. She hovered over me on her elbows and knees, restrained by my hands and by my raised thighs from any farther southward retreat. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip suggestively. Red as a fire truck already, my face became even hotter.

“I’m not ready for that!” I protested.

“Not ready for what?” she taunted, grin widening, eyes crinkling in the corners. My breath jammed in my throat. It was hard to think, much less force words past my paralyzed lips. My tongue felt as thick and useless as a balled up pair of socks.

When I didn’t answer, Blue eased herself farther down my body. Although my hands let go, I didn’t relax. Every nerve ending in my body jangled. Slowly, she pushed my legs down flat against the bed, and then slowly maneuvered them open.

“Blue…”

My hands, unsure what to do with themselves, floated twitchingly above my chest. I had spasms in the muscles of my thighs; they wanted to slam together protectively. Although neither of us were strangers to the other’s fingers, I had dreaded the moment when Blue would bring oral into our lives. This, despite nights lying awake fantasizing about our first sixty-nine together, a moment clearly on the horizon.

Grinning impishly, keeping her eyes on mine the entire time, Blue lowered her head and licked me gently, tentatively with her tongue. An earthquake nearly shook apart my body. Gasping, I felt very muscle in my body clench.

Encouraged, she used her tongue again, this time with more determination, extending and letting it flatten against my lips, parting them slightly with its pressure, dragging over the nub of my suddenly aching clitoris, probing it, teasing it rudely.

“Blue!” I gasped again. My pelvis twisted involuntarily, trying to scissor her out with my thighs, unsuccessfully. She had her fingertips on me now, spreading apart my lips.

“Do you like that, Becca?” she asked, licking me a third time.

I thought I would die when she put her lips into my wetness and kissed me. She went to work with single-minded thoroughness then, no longer making eye contact but absolutely intent on pleasuring both herself and me, using her lips and tongue in ways I had never even imagined. In the midst of my writhing and moaning and useless protestations, I realized she was doing something horrific to the inside of my left thigh.

“Blue, no!” I cried.

Aghast, I pushed up onto my elbows to find her giggling delightedly, eyes inspecting the darkening purple bruise she had just applied with her mouth. I was dumbfounded. What if my mother saw? It was right at my panty-line and couldn’t be missed.

“You bitch!” I howled. “How could you do that to me?”

This only made her giggle harder. Her giggling intensified as I attempted to kick her in the head with the heels of both feet. Bigger and stronger than me, however, outweighing me by twenty pounds, Blue subdued me with little effort. She was red-faced with laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“It’s only a hickey,” she choked out, laughing.

Pinioned obscenely as I was, I could do nothing but bare my teeth and glare at her.

Laughing, she kissed me apologetically on my wetness and said, “It’s directly in the middle of your thigh. It’ll be blocked by your other thigh. No one’s going to see it. It’s not like you walk around in your panties anyway,” she added teasingly.

“Sometimes, I do,” I countered obstinately.

It was only me and Mom and Dad. I had no brothers or sisters to hide from, and lately, Dad had been away more than he was at home. At night, and in the morning before school, I often wandered around the upstairs in just my bra and panties. I’d have to wear a robe now, or my nightshirt or something. Mom would go ballistic if she saw. Dad would blister my bare behind.

“Don’t you dare give me another one,” I threatened.

She laughed and kissed the hickey lovingly. Despite my anger, I had to admit it aroused me being branded. I had never had a hickey before, and being given one so close to my wetness was incredibly erotic. For the next few days, thinking about it would make me shiver uncontrollably.

Blue spent ten minutes between my legs, pleasuring me languidly, and then crawled up my body with a big, teasing grin on her face. I knew she intended to have me taste myself, and, though it grossed me out a bit, the thought of it also sent shivers down my spine and made me erupt all over with goose flesh.

Breathless, and involuntarily squirming away from her as she came closer, I nonetheless allowed her to put her lips on mine and kiss me.

“Mmmmm,” Blue moaned.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned back. The taste was as musky as I’d heard it would be.

“I can’t wait to sixty-nine with you,” she whispered throatily. Were she a cat, she’d have been purring. She kissed me again and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I sucked it greedily. “Your turn,” she prodded.

Our first sixty-nine was every bit as erotic and joyous as I’d imagined. Blue’s taste was identical to mine, although infinitely more potent coming from its place of origin.

I cautiously explored her with my tongue, sucked her clitoris, buried my face in her sweet wetness, and invaded her insides gleefully. Unlike myself, she was baby-smooth and baby-clean. She told me later that she had begun to shave herself daily in anticipation of us performing sixty-nine together, or of having me “chow down” on her, as she sluttily enjoyed calling it. With my wispy blond hair, I hadn’t thought about doing that to myself. Blue, to her utter delight, was the first ever to shave me.

 

* * *

 

Back in the present, Blue raised her head and obscenely licked her lips. “You are the best dinner I’ve had in three months, Guid.” She winked at me, only adding to my embarrassment.

I had forgotten just how wonderful it was, having that tongue inside me. I watched my chest heave and fall, my nipples hard as granite pebbles. Uncontrollable orgasm stalked the bed like a circling animal. I could almost see its glowing yellow eyes and serrated teeth. Was that panting I heard from the animal, or was it myself?

Blue kissed me, right in the middle of my wetness. ”Marry me, Guido,” she said.

I fought to control my breathing. “Only if you get down on your knee and propose to me.” It was the only thing my frantic mind could push past my teeth.

“Easily arranged.”

Rising up and taking me by the hand, she backed off the bed and drew me off with her. Instead of assuming the traditional positions, however, Blue urged me to my knees and took to her own knees before me. She held my hands in each of hers. To my astonishment, there was a black, velvet-covered box in her right hand. Where it had come from, I couldn’t guess.

“Rebecca Windom?”

“Yes?” I said fearfully. I could feel the rush of heat right up to my hair roots. This wasn’t really happening.

“Will you marry me and be my wife?” she asked.

I gulped, or tried to. The sound was like a cracking two-by-four. There was nothing in my head but thickly-stuffed cotton. Breathing through my mouth, I was close to hyperventilating.

“Are you serious?” I croaked.

She nodded solemnly.

“My mother will have a cow. So will my dad. So will yours.”

“My father’s been having cows all his life,” she said, smiling wryly. “He’s used to it.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “But — a daughter-in-law? To his daughter?”

Her grin was no less wry. “I think he’s suspected for some time. More likely he’s wondering why it took so long for me to ask.”

“Blue,” I complained. “Be serious.”

She squeezed our two hands around the black jeweler’s box. “How much more serious can I be?”

I stared numbly at the box. “You really bought me a ring?”

“Would you like to see it? Or will that send you right over the edge?”

I gulped again, loudly. I nodded.

Releasing my hands, Blue positioned the box between us, the fingers of her left hand holding the base, those of her right hand delicately gripping the lid, and, as I watched breathlessly, she levered it open to reveal a huge diamond in a beautiful white gold setting. Tears instantly overran my eyes and poured down my cheeks.

“Oh, Blue!” I gasped, blinking madly to clear my vision. “It’s so beautiful!”

I reached out with trembling fingers and placed them atop hers. We held the box together. The stone glittered softly in the dim light. I couldn’t stop sobbing.

Holding out my left hand with the fingers spread apart, I watched as she removed the ring from the velvet bed and placed it upon my finger. I shuddered as it slid on.

“Will you marry me, Rebecca?” she asked again.

I threw my arms around her neck and bawled like a newborn baby.

 

* * *

 

That was three years ago. We now live in a little town in northwest Massachusetts. Blue kept her job with the airline only as long as it took us to arrange the marriage, find a place to live outside Boston, find employment for me as an accountant with a solar energy company, and settle in to a semi-regular routine. Then she resigned, and with Blue hauling in twice my salary as a cost consultant to the airline, we spent the next two and a half years putting together the down payment on a bed and breakfast. We moved here four months ago, and I am currently two months pregnant.

“The Hampshire’s have it way over Philadelphia,” I said wistfully.

I sat next to Blue on the front porch of our bed and breakfast, enjoying the warm spring evening. Kicking us gently back and forth on the glider with her right foot, Blue held my hand in her lap.

“You happy with your birthday present?” she wanted to know.

I squeezed her hand. My birthday present was an airline ticket to Hawaii and reservations at the Hyatt Regency Maui. We’d fly out tomorrow morning and spend a full week on the beach. The previous owners had graciously agreed to come out of retirement for a week and run the place. Birthdays couldn’t get any better. Every time I thought of it, I cried.

“Of course I’m happy with my birthday present,” I sighed. “Look who it came from.”

To our left, to the west, the final sliver of sun slowly sank below the roofline of the bank building on the corner, continuing to light the windows in the upper stories of the buildings to the east of us with its swollen redness. It would be dark in a matter of minutes; already, I could see Venus twinkling in the twilight. Absently, I rubbed my slightly swollen tummy through the fabric of my windbreaker.

I like being the wife. It suits me, being the wife, being pregnant. Blue is the perfect husband. It left me slightly guilt-ridden that she chose to deprive herself of the experience of motherhood, to raise our children in a semi-conventional household, with a mother and a father-figure, but that’s what Blue wants and as long as she is okay with “fathering” our children and letting me carry and gave birth to the little monsters, then I can live with that. She even did a fairly good job of poking me with her strap-on and driving me crazy the night of our “conception.”

I hope for a girl. Blue wants a boy. I think she means to tease him about his penis when he gets older. We choose not to discuss it until such time as a sonogram reveals the sex. My secret desire is to have one of each. Twins run in the family. Did I forget to mention my due date is Christmas Day? Merry Christmas.

 THE END

Remembering Mom

  • Posted on October 30, 2017 at 6:36 am

By Karyn O

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

When my daughter turned 13 last week, it brought back a lot of memories of what happened when I was 13. Even though that was twenty years ago, I remember what I saw and felt as if it had just happened.

One Friday night, I went to bed early with a headache. I woke up around 11:00 because I needed to use the bathroom, and what I saw changed me forever.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom and saw my mother and my aunt, my mom’s sister, on the couch in the living room. My dad and uncle often went out drinking on Friday night and usually my aunt would come over to our house.

I couldn’t believe it. My mom and my aunt were kissing each other. I probably should have gone back to my room, but something about them making out made me want to watch. My mom moved her hand to my aunt’s chest and started feeling her breasts.

I started to get that feeling in my pussy that I got when I thought about some of the boys in my class while rubbing myself. I had heard about girls fooling around together but never really thought about it much, but now I was wondering what it would be like to be kissed by a girl — and not only that, but what would it be like to have Mom kissing me. I know my Aunt Lydia seemed to be enjoying it.

Mom opened the buttons on Lydia’s shirt and soon I could see her bare boobs since she wasn’t wearing a bra. I watched as Mom started kissing her boobs and then licking and sucking on her nipples. I saw Lydia reach down and pull down her shorts and panties and then take them off. Mom moved her hand between Lydia’s legs and started to feel her pussy.

At this point, I put my hand inside my pajamas and I have to admit I was thinking what it would be like if that was my mother’s hand touching me. Mom was alternating between sticking her finger in Lydia’s pussy and rubbing her clit. After doing that a while, Mom started getting up and I almost ran back to my room thinking she might see me, but she got down on the floor and knelt between my aunt’s legs.

I could only see the back of Mom’s head, but I knew what she was doing. For the first time ever, I was seeing a pussy being licked — and it was my mom and my aunt! Soon Lydia started lifting her hips, then moaned loudly a few times and I could tell she came.

Mom then got up and took off her clothes and sat on the couch. I had seen my mother naked many times, but this was the first time I ever looked at her and had sexual thoughts. She was leaning back with her legs spread and touching her pussy.

I stopped rubbing myself because I really had to pee, but I didn’t want to stop watching. Besides, they would probably hear me going into the bathroom and I didn’t want that.

Lydia then got on the floor and started licking Mom’s pussy. My urge to pee was really strong but I stood there until I saw my mom coming. After she was finished, I quietly walked over to the bathroom and went. Without even thinking, I flushed the toilet when I was finished, and of course they heard that. When I came out of the bathroom, my mother yelled ‘Hi’ to me. When I looked out into the living room, my mom and aunt were both dressed and sitting a few feet apart on the couch.

After saying goodnight, I went back to my room and thought about what I had seen. Soon I pulled down my pj’s and was thinking about my mom licking me while I rubbed myself. I knew I shouldn’t have been thinking that, but I was really wondering if she would ever do something with me. I thought about the incest aspect of it, but since she was already having sex with her sister, I decided that must not bother her. I came that night fantasizing about my mom playing with me.

The next weekend I had a volleyball tournament a few hours away from home, so Mom and I were staying in a motel on Friday and Saturday night. We usually shared a king-size bed on trips like that, and all week long I couldn’t help but think about sleeping beside my mom. We had done that many times before, but this time was different.

Like other times, we changed in front of each other when getting ready for bed. I tried not to be obvious, but I kept sneaking peeks as Mom took off all of her clothes and put her nightshirt on. I changed into my usual pj’s and we got into bed. When Mom kissed me goodnight, I immediately thought about her kissing Aunt Lydia.

I tried to fall asleep, but between replaying the images of the previous Friday night in my mind and lying next to my mother, I couldn’t. Mom seemed to be sleeping, so I slipped my hand inside my pajama bottoms. At first I was just touching a little, but the more I thought about my mom and Lydia the more I rubbed. I was just starting to get into a good rhythm when I felt Mom roll onto her back. I lay still, hoping I wouldn’t wake her, and then I heard my mom say, “You don’t have to stop.”

Even though she’d said that, I lay there like I was asleep. Mom then told me it was okay, that what I was doing was perfectly normal. I was still really excited, since I was close to coming before, but was a little scared to do it next to my mom.

She reached over to me and touched my arm. She then moved her hand down my arm and hit my pj’s since my hand was still inside them. Just having her touch me like that got to me, but when she put her hand on top of mine, I thought I would come right there. She pressed her hand into mine which was on my pussy and I eventually started rubbing myself.

Mom kept her hand on my arm while I was rubbing, and then I felt her move her legs. I can’t even describe how exciting it was lying there beside my mother knowing she was masturbating just like I was. Soon I heard Mom starting to breathe heavily, and when she left out a moan I started coming too.

After we were both done, Mom said goodnight and turned over to fall asleep. I lay there thinking about how exciting it was masturbating beside my mom and wondering if it would happen again.

I didn’t have to wonder too long about that. The next night we got undressed and got into bed. Mom gave me a kiss and said goodnight, but unlike other times she remained lying on her back. About a minute or so later, I felt her move her legs and one of them touched mine.

Mom then asked if I was going to join her. I said I didn’t know, and she said I could if I wanted to. Of course I wanted to, and so I put my hand inside my pj’s and started feeling myself. I was rubbing my pussy when I felt Mom’s hand touch my hip. She gave my pj bottoms a little tug and said I would probably be more comfortable with them off.

I usually masturbated with my pj’s on since there was plenty of room, but being caught up in the feeling, I stopped rubbing for a second and took them off. After I lay back down, I started rubbing myself thinking about my mom and I lying beside each other, rubbing ourselves with only our tops on.

Mom then told me this was how she and Lydia started. I just lay there without saying anything, and then Mom asked if I had told anybody about what I’d seen. I told her no, and she said it should be our secret, just like what we were doing now. I agreed, and then we went back to masturbating.

Our bare legs were rubbing against each other which added to my excitement, but when I felt my mother’s hand touch my leg, I jerked and almost screamed. She must have sensed my surprise, because she asked if I wanted her to rub my leg, and of course I said yes.

Between me rubbing my clit and Mom rubbing my thigh, I was very close to coming. What pushed me over the edge was when Mom moved her hand to my inner thigh and I knew her fingers were only inches from my pussy.

After I came, I lay there while Mom started rubbing herself again. She’d been doing it for about a minute or so when she asked if I could rub her leg. I turned on my side and used my left hand to massage her thigh. After only a few moments, Mom put her free hand on mine and pushed it to her inner thigh, near her crotch.

I was kneading her there and I could tell Mom was getting pretty close when she reached down and moved my hand again. I couldn’t believe it — she put my hand right on her pussy. I could actually feel her wetness. I just kept my hand there, but then Mom said I should move my fingers. I didn’t put a finger in her hole but I was touching around it when she came.

We never talked about what happened that night or the night before, and nothing else happened for the next few weeks, although I sure thought about it a lot. Everything just seemed normal between Mom and me, except maybe we were even closer.

A month later, I had another out of town tourney and we were sleeping in the same bed as usual. We were getting changed, and as I was putting on my pj bottoms, Mom said I didn’t have to put them on if I didn’t want to. I knew then that what I had been thinking about was going to happen again.

We got into bed wearing just our tops and both lay on our backs. After a minute or so, Mom turned on her side and then she put her hand on my hip. She started feeling my stomach and my leg and I just lay still. She asked me if it felt good, and when I told her it did, she asked if she should keep going. I said yes, if she wanted to.

She kept rubbing my stomach and thigh, getting closer to my pussy each time. When she finally touched it, I thought I was going to come, and then she began to rub my clit. I was just starting to come when she leaned over and started kissing my neck. I moaned so loudly when I came that the people in the next room might have heard me.

When I was done, my mother lay on her back and started rubbing herself. After I calmed down, she asked if I would rub her leg like last time, so I turned over and started massaging her inner thigh, but Mom took my hand and put it on her pussy like before.

While she was rubbing her clit, I felt around her hole. She whispered that I should put a finger in, and almost as soon as I did she had her orgasm.

I remember that the next day I could hardly concentrate on the games because I was thinking about what Mom and I had done the night before and what we might do that night. I was hoping she would touch me again like she had, and maybe even do more.

We got into the room about 8:00, and Mom said we should probably just change for bed and watch TV. Like the night before, I didn’t bother with the bottoms and just wore my pj top. There was nothing good on TV, so Mom said we should might as well just get to sleep, and she turned off the TV.

I was hoping she really didn’t mean sleep, and when I felt her turn on her side to face me, I knew she didn’t. Mom put her hand on my stomach again and started rubbing. I was expecting her to move down to my pussy, but instead she put her hand up under my top. My boobs were small then, but my nipples were very sensitive and became hard almost as soon as she touched them.

While she was feeling my breasts, Mom leaned over and started kissing my neck like the previous night, only this time she went right up my neck to my lips. I had tongue-kissed a boy at a party one time, but it felt nothing like when my mother put her tongue in my mouth. Her kisses were so soft and exciting.

While we were kissing, Mom opened the buttons on my pj top. Soon she put her hand down between my legs and started rubbing me. She went back to kissing my neck and then went down my chest. I was lying there in heaven, my mom was kissing and sucking my boobs while she played with my pussy.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, but then Mom stopped rubbing me. When I told her not to stop, she didn’t say anything but started kissing down my stomach, going lower. The anticipation of what she was about to do to me was overwhelming, and it seemed like it took forever, but when her mouth touched my pussy it was worth the wait.

She didn’t have to lick me long, and soon I was coming from her tongue. After I was done, Mom took off her sleep shirt and lay back down beside me. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted to with to her what she had done with me.

I started kissing her mouth and playing with her boobs. I then reached my hand down to her pussy as I slid down to suck on her nipples. They were much larger than mine and felt like big pencil erasers in my mouth.

I was nervous about taking the next step, and I think Mom may have sensed that. She said I didn’t have to do anything else if I didn’t want to, but I told her I did. I kissed my way down until my mouth was on my mother’s pussy.

At first I just kissed and licked a little, but then Mom told me what I should do. I took her clit between my lips and started licking it real fast. She put her hands on the back of my head and soon she was coming.

Over the next year or so, I got pretty good at licking Mom. Just about every time we had to go out of town, we ended up fooling around. Once in a while when Dad was away, my mom and I would sleep together in her bed. She always initiated our activity, usually by saying she needed some relaxation time.

My mother and I regularly had relaxation time whenever we could, but sadly we lost Mom in a car accident when I was 16. I think about her often and am thankful for the things she taught me about life and also about love. Hopefully I will be able to pass at least some of that along to my own daughter.

The End

Amber II, Chapter 6

  • Posted on October 24, 2017 at 8:14 am

By Tater Tot

Getting Deanna out of the tub and dried off took a little work, since she was sort of in a coma, but I finally got her into bed again. I giggled a little, remembering her talking about me being a sex bandit.

I found Mrs. C in her bedroom, sitting on the bed and waiting. She had such a vulnerable look about her that I understood what Deanna meant about wanting her mom to have time to herself. I walked over and stood above her for a moment, watching as she stared at my pussy.

Reaching out, I stroked her cheek and tilted her head up to face mine. “I know you want to taste me, but you’ll have to earn it.”

She licked her lips and her pupils were big again as she watched me.

Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, “What will you do to get it?”

“Anything,” she said, making me twitch at how it sounded like my mom talking.

Straightening up, I ran a finger through my pussy lips before sliding it into her mouth. Mrs. C closed her eyes and sucked on it, a barely audible moan edging out.

“Do you have a cock?” I asked softly.

When she nodded, I withdrew finger and stepped aside as she stood up and walked over to a dresser. Pulling out the bottom drawer, she reached in with trembling hands and pulled out a strap-on that looked just like the one my mom had.

When she brought it over, I put my hands on Mrs. C’s shoulders and forced her to kneel before saying, “Put it on me.”

The sight of Deanna’s mother on her knees before me had my pussy leaking like a sieve as her shaking hands fastened the toy around my waist. When she was done, she peered up at me, waiting for my next command.

I smiled wickedly and said, “Suck my cock.”

When her lips wrapped around the head, I just about came. Instead, I let out a loud groan as I watched her take the whole thing into her throat. The way Mrs. C pressed the cock against my clit transmitted every movement straight to my pussy.

I put my hand on her head as I watched her working my cock. I was so excited that I was thinking of fucking her mouth instead… but no, I had to have her cunt.

Taking a calming breath, I said, “On the bed, on your back.”

Mrs. C scrambled to lie back, her hands still quivering as she rested them on her belly.

I stood gazing down at her for a moment, admiring how good she looked. “I’m going to fuck you now, Mrs. C,” was all I said.

She sort of half-closed her eyes and let her hands move down to grasp the bed sheets.

I climbed onto the bed, sliding my hands under her legs and pushing them back. When I was over her, I placed her legs on my shoulders and reached down to guide my cock into her pussy.

I leaned forward enough to hold it in place, then put my hands on either side of her head, both her legs on my shoulders.

Staring into her eyes, I said, “Get ready to be fucked, Mrs. C.” Then I slowly pushed in.

She came right there. If I hadn’t been so excited, I might have laughed, because she grabbed me and pulled me to her, causing the cock to enter her a little harder than I’d planned. It just made her crazier, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t scratch my back as well.

I didn’t wait too long to pull out, then thrust back in. That cock was grinding against my clit every time I shoved it into her, making me want to do it harder and harder.

After a couple of minutes, I was bouncing Mrs. C’s ass up and down on the bed, my own excitement making me a little nuts, but she was too gone to do much more than yell and scream, coming again and again.

Then a bit of friction against my clit set me off. I screamed, “Fuck!” as loud as I could when I came — pushing into her as hard and deep as I could, then sort of thrusting in place to grind my clit some more.

We suddenly froze together, our orgasms hitting their peak at the same instant. I soaked Mrs. C down with my juices and she sobbed and moaned my name.

I had just enough energy to pull out and roll off her and onto my back. She just lay there, splayed out, her abused pussy exposed to the world.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Deanna was standing in the door, staring at us, so I slipped the cock off and staggered over her. Now it was my turn to be led to her bed.

When we got to her room, Deanna helped me lie down. She got between my legs and was gently licking me as I fell asleep.

*****

It was a couple of hours when I woke up, alone. I staggered up, feeling a little achy, and took a quick shower. Not sure what was going to happen next, I put on clean panties and running shorts, then topped that with a t-shirt.

It turned out to be a good choice, because Deanna and Mrs. C were wearing the exact same thing.

They were in the kitchen. Mrs. C was at the stove, Deanna grating cheese next to the sink when I walked in. Deanna gave me a bright grin and said, “You fell asleep on me.”

I laughed and gave Mrs. C a kiss on the cheek before walking over to help Deanna, saying, “I seem to remember that happening a lot today.”

Mrs. C actually chuckled at that. Deanna passed me a knife and the cutting board so I could slice up the pepperoni and salami. It looked like we were having pizza.

“What time does your mother get home tomorrow, Amber?” Mrs. C asked.

I grinned and said, “Nine.”

“I’ll give you a ride home so she doesn’t have to make a second trip,” Mrs. C said.

“Thanks,” I told her, “I’m sure she’ll be totally wiped. I’m going to make spaghetti so she doesn’t have to cook. Nothing like yours, Mrs. C, but it’s okay.”

She surprised me by pausing in mid-motion, giving me a soft smile before caressing my cheek, then she turned back to the stove. “Deanna can give you some of our sauce. We made a huge batch and put it in jars last week.”

“Oh, yeah,” Deanna said happily. “Your mom’ll love it!”

“Thanks,” I said. She would, too. Mrs. C was an amazing cook.

When we had all the toppings ready, Deanna gave them to her mom, then pulled me against her for a kiss. I tensed a little, still finding things a little strange, especially since I wasn’t sure what Mrs. C was thinking now.

Deanna giggled, then turned me around to face her mother. “Your turn, Mom.”

Mrs. C leaned in to give me her tongue for a moment, then chuckled before turning back to her work, carefully garnishing the pizza crust with the wheels of pepperoni.

“Um… yeah,” I said slowly.

“My God, girl,” Deanna said with a laugh. “You make me completely insane. I watched you fuck Mom until she screamed… and here you are now, acting all sweet and innocent.”

Mrs. C giggled again, then said, “Screamed and cried, actually. You had me shedding tears of happiness, Amber.”

Deanna gave a contented sigh, then kissed me a couple of times before pushing me into a chair.

“We don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Amber,” Mrs. C said, finishing up at the stove and joining us at the table. “I was a little uncertain about things at first… but like Deanna said, we’re both very happy right now.”

“Oh, yeah,” Deanna said. “Absolutely. You were laughing, Mom. God, it’s been so long since I’ve heard that.”

Mrs. C looked a little wistful, so Deanna quickly added, “No, no, I don’t mean that’s bad. It’s just that you just had so much on your plate Mom — work, cooking, keeping this house, taking care of me. You’re the best, Mom, and I try to help you as much as I can… but you need more than that. You deserve more.”

I could see Mrs. C mulling that over, so I gave Deanna a quick kiss. “That’s really sweet. And yeah, she’s right, Mrs. C. You do deserve more.”

“See,” Deanna said with a giggle. “If a shy, withdrawn, sexually repressed girl like Amber thinks so, it must be true.”

That got both Mrs. C and I laughing.

They really were two of the best people I knew. I laughed more with them than I did the whole rest of the year. Though Mom did make me giggle a lot. Come to think of it, I made her laugh too.

“Huh…” I wondered if we were more alike than I thought.

Mrs. C gave me a questioning look at my distracted state, so I said, “Just realizing how much you guys are like Mom and me. I was thinking how great you guys are and how you take care of each other… then I realized, Mom and I do that too.”

That seemed to give Mrs. C something to think about, but Deanna just prattled on, for ages, it seemed, about everything in the world.

Mrs. C got up to finish the pizza and I caught Deanna looking at her ass. She saw me watching her and shrugged with a grin before saying, “Hey, like you said, it’s a nice ass.”

That got a smile from Mrs. C, obviously catching the gist of the conversation, so I said, “Tastes good, too.”

Deanna broke up, almost falling out of her chair at her mom’s deep blush. A moment later, Mrs. C started laughing herself as she finished putting slices of pizza onto three plates.

“Wow,” Deanna giggled, “that one goes into long-term memory.”

I had to laugh again, and give her another kiss before starting on the pizza.

“Wow,” I said, “this is awesome. Just as yummy as your spaghetti. Are you, like, a chef or something, Mrs. C?”

“Neat, huh?” Deanna said when her mom blushed again. “Everyone loves her cooking. It’s like a magic touch thing. Like instead of a green thumb, she has a sweet pinky, or something.”

I snorted and choked a little on the pizza, then laughed with Mrs. C at Deanna’s silly way with words. You had to love the girl.

Mrs. C seemed really contented the whole time we ate, and Deanna seemed to feed off that somehow. I just watched them both, enjoying their happiness, proud that I’d helped contribute to it in some small way.

When we finished, Mrs. C gathered everything up and put it in the sink before sitting back down with us. I could tell she wanted to talk, and Deanna must have caught it too since she sat quietly for once.

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. C looked at me and said, “If you could have us do anything you wanted, Amber… what would it be?”

That took me by surprise. I was pretty sure that I understood what she was asking, but it wasn’t something you wanted to get wrong. I glanced at Deanna to find her looking at me, then back at Mrs. C.

“I love you guys,” I said slowly, “and don’t want to do anything to mess that up.”

Deanna leaned over and took my hand and said, “Don’t be silly.”

Looking at them, I was pretty sure this wasn’t something Mrs. C had prearranged with Deanna, so it was going to come as a surprise.

I stood up and walked to the counter by the telephone, where there was a writing pad and pencil. Taking it back to the table, I took a single sheet and tore it into six pieces, all about the same size. First I wrote our names on three different pieces, then wrote the numbers one, two and three on the remaining three. Going over to the dish rack, I took a large coffee mug, brought it back and put the numbered bits of paper in it.

Holding it out, I had Mrs. C pick one, then Deanna. I took the last piece for myself.

“My number’s two,” I said, holding up my piece for the others to see.

“Um, I have one,” Deanna said.

Mrs. C gazed at hers. “I’m three.”

Now I put the names in the mug, and we drew again. “If you get your own, name, put it back and take another,” I told them.

This time, I got Deanna, Mrs. C got me, and Deanna got her mom. She was staring at her paper, trembling a little.

Crumpling my piece, I let it fall to the table. “Okay, ladies. This game is a pussy-eating contest. We go in the order of the numbers, and the one who makes her lover come the fastest wins. The slowest gets a spanking and has to do whatever the other two want.”

Deanna nearly sobbed, then held it in as I watched Mrs. C. She was looking at Deanna with a wide-eyed gaze.

“Baby,” she said, in a voice just above a whisper, “is this something you want?”

“Oh, Mom,” Deanna said, her eyes growing moist. “I do… more than anything.”

Turning back to me, Mrs. C nodded slowly. “So do I.”

With a tiny sniffle, Deanna staggered to her feet. I took her in my arms and kissed the dazed girl  until she managed to regain her focus.

“It’s okay,” I said. “There’s nothing bad about being with your mom like this… not if you really love her, and you both want it.”

She nodded hesitantly, but pulled herself together. I turned to where Mrs. C sat, sort of staring at Deanna, waiting for her to make the first move.

Taking both their hands, I led mom and daughter over to the couch, then spread out a blanket over the cushions. I got Mrs. C to stand in front of me and reached around her. Deanna was staring at us, so I said, “Wait. I’m getting her ready for you.”

She jerked out a nod, so I took hold of the hem of Mrs. C’s t-shirt, slowly pulled it up and off, then hugged her from behind. When I cupped Mrs. C’s bare breasts, Deanna’s mouth went slack..

“Kneel in front of her, Deanna,” I said. She went down so quickly that I thought she might be about to faint, but she just stayed there on her knees, hands fluttering around her mother’s legs.

“Unbutton her shorts,” I said, still massaging Mrs. C’s breasts. She let out a long whispery moan when Deanna did what I said.

“Now, Deanna,” I said softly. “Very slowly, very very slowly, pull them down.”

Mrs. C was shivering like she was cold as Deanna began inching her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing panties, and when her pussy came into view, Deanna actually came on the spot. She cried out, then slumped forward, resting her face against her mom’s thigh.

Mrs. C and I watched in awe as Deanna recovered, then got herself together enough to raise her head back up. Taking hold of the waistband of her mother’s shorts, she began to tug them down again, mumbling, “Oh, God. Oh, my God.”

When the shorts were off, I told Mrs, C, “Now step out of them.” She did, then stood there before us, now completely nude. Taking her arm, I led Deanna’s mom back onto the couch and sat her down. She was staring at her daughter, who was staring at her cunt — her very wet, very hungry cunt.

I knelt down next to Deanna. “When I say ‘go’, I want you to get down on your knees and eat your mom’s pussy until she screams.”

“Oh, my God,” Deanna moaned.

I paused just long enough to get mother and daughter totally on edge with lust, then whispered, “Go.”

Deanna was supposed to start licking right then, but maybe she was just too much in love with her mother to rush things. Kneeling between Mrs. C’s legs, Deanna gently placed both hands on her mom’s thighs, just above her knees, still shaking like a leaf.

“Oh, my angel,” Mrs. C whimpered, her eyes glistening with tears.

Bending forward, Deanna began to leave gentle kisses on the inside of her mom’s thighs, getting closer and closer to the sweet spot. Mrs. C was moaning, holding her fist against her mouth. Her moans were getting higher pitched the nearer Deanna got. It was like watching two trains racing toward one another, but in slow motion: you knew when they met, it was going to be huge.

When Deanna’s mouth finally touched her mom’s pussy, it was everything I thought it would be.
Mrs. C cried out loud. Her head was back and her fingers were digging into the cushions as she ground her pussy into her daughter’s face.

Deanna just knelt there, going down on her mom with everything she had. Her face was getting absolutely drenched with Mrs. C’s juices. She was getting off big time on fucking her mother, no doubt — when I stepped back to get a full view of the action, I saw that Deanna’s cunt was so wet that she was actually dripping on the floor. Holy crap! I thought. How long has she been wanting this?

The way she was eating her mom’s pussy, I knew that this wouldn’t last long — and sure enough, Mrs. C was coming like crazy before a minute had passed. She was actually screaming!

It went on for a good thirty seconds or more, and I was about to make Deanna stop before she gave her mother a heart attack, but Mrs. C pushed her away first, moaning, “No, no, stop, baby.”

When they finished, they just sort of oozed together. Mrs. C slumped to one side, so Deanna got her mom’s legs up on the sofa, helping her to lie down, then rested her head on Mrs. C’s tummy.  They nestled together, Deanna smiling as her mom’s hand was lazily caressing her face.

I went into the kitchen and made a couple of drinks, then brought them out and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch. Mrs. C was only about half there, so I sat down next to her and began stroking her face.

Her eyes slowly came open. “Is it like that for you and your mother?” she asked quietly.

That one bounced around in my head for a moment, then I said, “Every time.”

Mrs. C didn’t say anything for a while, then, “How do you make it work?”

“Grades,” I said, “and trust too, I guess. Every Saturday is ‘do anything I want to Mom’ day if I get straight A’s. Tuesday and Thursday night, Mom tells me a sexy story and makes me come. I feel bad sometimes that I can’t do things with her during the week, but it’s important to her that I do a good job in school.”

I thought for a second, then said, “It doesn’t really affect the other times. I love her as Mom. No matter what we do, she’s still my mother. We won’t let that part change.”

Mrs. C smiled at that, then nodded slowly. “Were you going to let me have your sweet pussy tonight, if Deanna hadn’t made love to me?”

I shook my head. “No.”

That got a soft chuckle from her. “When do I get to?”

Putting my finger on her lips, I slowly pushed it in and let her suck on it as I said, “After you give me your ass.”

She closed her eyes and gave a sort of moaning laugh.

Sitting up, Deanna took her mother’s hand. “I love you, Mom. For always.”

“I love you too, baby,” Mrs. C said, and they came together in a tender kiss.

We ended up just going to bed and cuddling the rest of the night. I mean Deanna and I. All of us sort of decided without saying that Mrs. C and Deanna needed to talk about their relationship before having any more sex.

So Mrs. C gave us both goodnight kisses, and we all went to bed.

*****

Deanna was excited and practically skipping around her room the next morning, so I pulled her into the bathroom and ran the tub before sliding in with her.

“Okay, girl,” I said, looking at her sitting naked across from me. “Big new things going on in your home, right?”

When she nodded I continued. “You know that me and Mom have sex.”

When I got another nod, I said “So, no acting weird with your mom. Give her some time to decide how she wants this to work. She’s going to be stressing it for a couple of days, so tell her that you love her, and you’re waiting for her to tell you what’s okay and what’s not.”

Deanna gave me her squinty, thoughtful look, then sighed. “God, I hope she’ll say we can keep doing it.”

I looked down and said quietly, “I’m sorry about… you know… fucking her before you got to.”

Deanna sat quietly for a moment, then slid behind to hug me to her. “Yeah, I thought about that this morning. But if you can’t let your best friend fuck your mom, who else gets to do it?”

Then she burst into giggles, getting me started. She really was the best.

“Anyway,” I finally said, “let her decide, then tell me what you think is okay for us. I’d love to keep doing this with both of you.”

She nodded thoughtfully, then a certain gleam appeared in her eyes. She turned me around and said excitedly, “Hey, does this mean I can do your mom?”

Mrs. C finally came in to see what the craziness was about, but we just kept giggling until she smiled, shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

*****

An hour or so later, Mrs. C gave me a ride home. When we got in her car, I said, “Do you know yet what you’re going to do about you and Deanna?”

She didn’t back out, just sat looking forward for a moment, then said, “Not really, no. I woke up thinking that I was an awful, terrible person. Then I watched you two in the tub and saw how happy Deanna was. Not damaged at all. That was when I realized that, even after what we did, I’m still her mother. It was strange… but I did feel better about things.”

I nodded and said, “It seemed easy for me, but Mom is super smart about stuff, and I think she made all the hard decisions without scaring me, or freaking me out. I think it might help if you could talk to her.”

Mrs. C looked at me for a moment, then back at the road before saying, “It seems a strange thing to talk about.”

I frowned. “My mom is the best person in the world, Mrs. C, and she would never, ever hurt me. Deanna loves you more than anything, and even if you never made love with her again, she still would. Mom told me we could stop anytime I wanted, and it wouldn’t change how she feels about me. It seems kind of mean to talk like you’re ashamed of us.”

She looked at me in a startled way for a moment, then got thoughtful again. I waited, and then she finally said, “I’m sorry. You’re right, Amber, I’m being an ass. Would she really be willing to do that for me, help me work through my feelings for Deanna?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Mom’s great.”

Mrs. C smiled at that, then said “So next time, do I get to have a taste of your pussy?”

I giggled, but got serious and said, “You have to figure out about you and Deanna first. I told her I was sorry that you and I had fucked already, because I know if it was Mom, I would have wanted to do that before my best friend did. And I know I really, really love fucking Mom in the ass, so I bet Deanna will too.”

Mrs. C blushed brightly, then said, “You’re a girl in a million, Amber. Your mom must really be proud of you.”

That got me blushing then, but I just shrugged. “I don’t know about that, but today is my ‘anything goes’ day, and I want to get back to Mom and do some really naughty things to her.”

Mrs. C was grinning all the way back to my house. She didn’t do anything weird, like kiss me out where everyone could see, but she said, “I’ll call your mom later, and I’ll make sure that Deanna knows by the end of the week. I’m pretty sure that I’ll want to keep making love to her, though.”

I gave her leg a pat. “I think that’s the best way to go, Mrs. C… but then, I know how great it is, being that close to your mother. Thanks for everything,” I said as I opened the car door and got out, already getting wet at the thought of what I would be doing to Mom in a couple of minutes.

The End

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Amber II, Chapter 5

  • Posted on October 17, 2017 at 9:04 am

By Tater Tot

When I awakened, Deanna was already up, and came back into the bedroom to pounce on me and give me lots of kisses before saying, “God, last night was awesome. You’re like the queen of pussy eating.” Then we both giggled our way to the shower, where she got down on her knees and practiced licking me until I came.

Her mom was making breakfast, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Good morning, Mrs. C. It looks great. I’m starving.”

“Girls, I have to go to the office for a couple of hours, but I’ll be back by lunch,” Mrs. C said. Deanna had told me her mom had to work a lot, and it made me feel bad for them.

“Okay, Mom. Is there anything you want us to do — or at least me?” Deanna said with a laugh. “I guess I shouldn’t volunteer Amber to wash clothes or anything.”

Her mom laughed and said, “No, honey, I don’t think we need to bring in outside labor when we have you to do it all.”

“I really don’t mind,” I said, still eating. “Mom has to work today too, and I know how much that sucks when you really want to be at home.”

“Yes,” Mrs. C said, sort of quietly, then shrugged and took her plate to the sink. “Sooner started, sooner done. I’ll see you girls in a couple of hours.”

I helped Deanna do the dishes, then gathered a load of laundry while Deanna vacuumed. I had just started the washing machine when she slipped in behind me and wrapped her arms around me to grab my barely-there tits.

“I want to lick you right here,” she said, then slid my running shorts down, turning me to face her, kneeled and started licking. I shrugged and went with it.

She kept my shorts on for a moment — reminding me of Mom, which made me extra hot, but then slipped them off so she could spread my legs. She was getting better at giving oral, and it took only a couple of minutes for her to make me come. She licked me clean, then hopped up to share my taste with me in a hot tongue kiss.

“Tastes good,” she said as she let me go.

I giggled and said, “Yeah. Non-fattening too.”

That got us both laughing as we walked back to the living room. She spread a blanket over the couch, and had me sit on it. She straddled my lap and began kissing me again.

We made out for a while in a relaxed kind of way, then she leaned back and said, “I passed out last night. I was hoping to be awake when you came back from having sex with Mom.”

I grasped the hem of her top and pulled it off, then began to massage her breasts in an absent-minded way as I said, “Yeah, I thought about molesting you in your sleep, but figured I could wait.”

“You should have woke me up. I would’ve been happy to do the molesting myself.” She giggled. “Mom told me she didn’t get the chance to do you. She said that you made her pass out, too. Damn, Amber, you could be, like, a sex burglar — fuck everyone into a coma, then rob the house.”

I tweaked her nipple as we laughed, then I said, “You guys tell each other everything? We and Mom do.”

“Yeah,” she said, then looked guilty. “Does that bother you? I can stop talking to her about you, if you want.”

“No,” I said, running my hands along her sides, “it just seems kind of… intimate, I guess.”

Deanna looked kind of sad at that, then sighed and slid off my lap to sit beside me. “Honestly, Amber… do you think we’re weird?”

I turned sideways to face her and took her hand before saying, “No, Deanna. I think it’s great. It’s just not something I expect from other people.”

She looked pensive now. “I know what you mean. All those stupid skanks talking about their moms as if they were doing them some great favor by being their kids. Most of them are too stupid to figure out having sex makes them pregnant, and they think anyone really wants them.”

That came out really bitter and angry, so I gave her hand a squeeze. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

A tear dripped out of her eye and she said, “Kathy Dernon called Mom a dyke yesterday. You know that’ll be all over school by Monday, too. It’s n-not fair that a stupid slut like her can trash my mom and get away with it!”

Deanna was really crying now, so I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly, not really sure what to say. If someone said something bad about my mom I would probably go berserk, but I also knew that would only make things worse.

I spoke soothingly to her. “I’m sorry she’s a total douche, but I know your mom is awesome. If Dernon says anything to me, I’ll punch her in the face and tell everyone she was bullying me and I had to stand up for myself.”

Deanna giggled — still crying, oddly enough. The girl laughed all the time, which should let anyone who was interested know what a great mom she had. Hell, I was a fourteen-year-old girl and I could see that.

She wiped her eyes. “Anyway, being able to talk about this stuff is nice.” She looked sideways at me. “I think it kind of excites her to listen to me talk about doing stuff with you, but I don’t mind. I would do anything to make Mom happy. That’s why I like that you have sex with her, since I c…” She sputtered out, then turned bright red before continuing, “Um… I can’t see her g-getting another girlfriend.”

So, I thought, that’s what it is.

I pulled Deanna against me, her back resting against my chest, and wrapped both arms around her. I kissed her neck softly for a while, then began to massage her breasts as I told her about my first time with her mother. I took it slowly and gave a lot of details, and finally slipped a hand into her pants and started stroking her.

By the time I reached the part where her mom came, she thrust her hips up until her body was straight as a board, then screamed out in orgasm. Deanna was so juicy that it felt like she’d just peed on my hand.

When she collapsed back into my arms, I brought my fingers up to her face and let her lick them clean.

“Thank you,” she whispered, now sounding drowsy.

I tapped her on the nose and said, “No sleeping. I want to do a sixty-nine and I need a partner.”

At that, she regained her strength quickly and manhandled me to the bottom, then stripped off her shorts and mine before climbing on to me, thrusting her totally soaked pussy in my face. Her shaved pussy looked really good, and I wondered if Mom thought mine was this sexy.

Deanna’s and Mrs. C’s pussies were more pronounced in a way, the lips larger. Deanna’s was tight and small looking, and it was fun running my tongue through her slit. I had to burrow in to get to her clit, the way her legs were set, but then I noticed that her ass was available. Smiling a little, I got a finger nice and juicy and introduced Deanna to having a finger in her rectum.

She squealed loudly and tensed up when I pushed in, saying, “What the hell… oh, Jesus!”

I chuckled and went back to licking her as she alternately tensed and relaxed. When I licked she would try to relax, then tense again as my finger slipped a little farther into her ass.

After a while she was really getting hit and miss about working on my pussy, so I paused and said, “Do you want me to keep fucking your butt with my finger?”

“Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Yes… God, yes.”

“Then make me come,” I said in an authoritative voice.

She dove in immediately, not even bothering to reply. I kept my finger in her ass, but didn’t move it as I relaxed and let her work. When I was getting close, I let my finger start moving slowly, and my tongue gently brushed her clit.

By the time I was coming, so was Deanna, which made it pretty awesome. My pussy was spurting as hers was spraying my face, making it almost seem like I was doing it to myself.

We sort of collapsed, but both looked over to the side when we heard a soft moan. Her mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, obviously having just come in from the garage, and was staring at us, mesmerized.

When I slid out from under Deanna and got to my feet, Mrs. C froze and turned as if to flee into the kitchen. I quickly moved over to where she stood, put my arms around her and whispered, “Stop.” She did, so then I said, “Close your eyes.”

I waited, and she finally obeyed with a tiny whimper. Leading her back to the living room, I had her stand in front of the lounge chair and, as I unbuttoned her white shirt, whispered, “Don’t open your eyes, Mrs. C. Enjoy this, let it be whatever you want it to be.”

I pushed her back on the chair and knelt in front of her. I slid my hands under her skirt, then took her panties down, moving slowly. Once I had her undies off, I brought them to my face. They were pretty wet.

“Keep those eyes closed,” I reminded her. Then I turned to Deanna. She was staring wide-eyed at her mother.

I walked over and leaned down to whisper, “This is between your mom and I, but I want you to watch us.” Giving her the panties, I added, “Hold these to your face and masturbate while I fuck your mother.”

She moaned loudly, getting a moan in response from her mom. I went back, knelt in front of Mrs. C and said, “Your daughter needs to be punished, so I’m making her watch me fuck you. You don’t mind, right?”

Mrs. C thrust her hips up a little, and she let out a hard grunt as her head lolled back. I fondled her breasts through her bra, “Do you?”

“N-no,” she sobbed, “No.”

I tweaked her nipples, then put my hands down to shove her skirt up and out of the way. Pushing her legs apart, I leaned in and began kissing my way up each of her thighs, moving from one to the other, all the way to her pussy, then I buried my mouth in the juicy flesh and started enjoying her.

She got off in less than a minute, then I almost laughed when I heard Deanna come herself about three seconds later.

After that first orgasm, I worked Mrs. C close to another, then said, “Don’t come yet,” before starting to work a finger in and out of her pussy.

After a couple of minutes of that, Mrs. C was thrashing and making loud sobbing cries. I looked back at Deanna and said, “Tell your mom when it’s okay for her to come.”

“Oh, God!” Mrs. C screamed, her whole body arching up from the chair as she desperately fought her need to get off. I pushed two fingers in and began thrusting as she howled and screamed all kinds of bad words before Deanna finally said, “You can come, Mom.”

I thought the woman might go into cardiac arrest! Her whole body seized up and she let out a high pitched squealing sound, held it for a few seconds, then her pussy squirted right into my face. Twice!

Mrs. C screamed so loud that it scared me a little, and I had to hold on to keep her from falling out of the chair. When she was finished, she opened her eyes, gasped something, then went out like a light.

I turned to see Deanna on the couch with her feet up, legs spread, one hand on her pussy and the other clutching her mom’s panties to her mouth.

I walked over, knelt in front of her and said, “Taste your mother on my face.” She kissed me hard and deep, then licked and sucked every trace of her mom from my mouth and chin, saying “Oh, God” every few seconds. Then I had her moaning my name as I slowly pushed a finger into her pussy while she licked the fingers of my other hand clean. She came for me, then slumped over.

I led a dazed Deanna to back to her bedroom to lie down. When I got back to the living room, I got Mrs. C conscious enough to move over to the couch. I removed her shirt and her bra, then straddled her lap and kissed her until she was aware of me again.

I leaned back some, Mrs. C’s hands grasping my hips to keep me from falling, and started to massage her breasts as I tried to decide what I wanted to do next.

Leaning in, I gave Mrs. C a soft kiss, then murmured, “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you guys. I like how you do things and I would like to keep doing them with you. Deanna wants me to make you happy, and you don’t seem to mind me being with her, right?”

Mrs. C was enjoying the feel of my hands as they fondled her beautiful breasts, but she looked kind of conflicted as she listened to me.

I frowned. “Did you think what we just did was bad?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, finally saying, “I watched the two of you having sex, then sat here and let you do what you wanted to me. I’m not enough of a hypocrite to say anyone was wrong.”

I leaned down to capture a nipple and suck on it for a moment, then raised my head to say, “Do you want to keep this completely separate, then? I can’t fuck you guys in front of each other?”

Mrs. C was cupping my ass as my hands worked her breasts, and her head stayed back, eyes closed as she said, “I don’t know. It was s-so exciting. But… but, it — I’m her mother!”

I put my face against hers, kissed her neck, then said, “Set boundaries. Fun time and normal times. With me and Mom, everything is forgotten and forgiven during fun time.”

I went back to massaging her breasts again, really getting excited now myself. They were larger than Mom’s, though not as firm. I focused on them for a while, stroking them, then licking and sucking her nipples as I dripped juices on her skirt. Mrs. C’s hands were stroking my back, her eyes closed as I worshipped her tits.

Then I got a little freaky. I’m not sure what drove me to it, but I slid her down on her back, grabbed her hair and pushed Mrs. C’s head down, grinding my pussy against her breasts. Her hands came up to grip my ass as I grunted and yelled bad words — then a minute later, soaked Mrs. C’s breasts in my juices.

When I looked down, she was wide-eyed and massively excited, so I rolled her on her front, then climbed between her legs. I fondled her bottom for a moment as she moaned into the cushions, then got her to slide up, kneeling on the couch with her face in the cushions and her ass in the air.

I lowered my face down until it was just above Mrs. C’s ass, which was totally smeared with pussy juice. I stuck my tongue out and slowly dragged it down the length of her ass crack until it hit her pussy. She gave a screeching kind of moan as I did it, then a harsh sob as I licked back upwards and stopped at her asshole.

“God, Amber,” Mrs. C moaned softly, then, “Uh… Oh, God!” she squealed as I pushed my tongue in. I began fucking her asshole with my tongue as she squealed and moaned, begging me to do something I couldn’t make out.

My tongue was beginning to get tired when Mrs. C came. I held on as she cried and screamed a couple of bad words, then finally settled down with her face turned sideways, couch cushions tossed around, and her ass stuck straight in the air. She was kind of going “Uh, uh, uh,” as I sat up and stepped away, admiring her ass, thinking about having to spank it at some point.

I shook my head and smiled at what a sex fiend I was, then got Mrs. C to lie down and relax. She was fast asleep when I put a blanket over her and headed to Deanna’s room.

My whole body smelled like pussy, so a shower was a must. I woke Deanna up with a couple of kisses, then dragged her to the shower with me.

“You’re like some kind of sex goddess,” Deanna said with a grin as she washed my tits. One thing for sure, I always had clean breasts with her around.

I shrugged and said, “Just trying to have fun.”

When we’d rinsed off we filled the tub, a larger Jacuzzi-type that I totally envied, and slid down inside. Deanna wanted to hold me and play with my breasts, so I leaned back against her as we talked.

“I like you guys a lot,” I said, “You love each other and have fun. None of the other girls at school seem to know how much their moms do for them. I figure if you can’t even get along with your mom, you have to be a total douche.”

Deanna giggled in my ear, making me grin at how pompous I sounded. “That might just be the sex talking,” I said with a snort.

She laughed and twirled my nipples. “I was the same way, I guess, until I saw Mom with that woman that night. She seemed so tired and sad, and I realized she was working all the time. I realized every day she got up and went to work, but she also made me breakfast and cleaned the house first. Mom never went anywhere because she had to work, and I wondered if she ever did anything for herself.”

I stayed quiet as she absentmindedly massaged my breasts.

“So I tried to start helping. I wanted her to have time to… you know… be with someone if she wanted, but she always spent her time with me instead. I told her she should go out, and that I knew she… you know, she liked women.”

Deanna was quiet for a little while, then she said, “That made her cry. I felt so bad, but Mom told me that it wasn’t anything I said… she just hated that she couldn’t spend more time with me.

“So… so I just tried to be… here, I guess,” Deanna said slowly. “Then we met, and you, you know… made her happy. We talked about it.

“She was… embarrassed, I guess — but I told her what we had done, and that made her… excited. When we talked about it, it was like something we shared, or… I don’t know…”

Her hands stopped moving as she thought, then she said, “It was just perfect, I guess. We could spend time together, but she could have sex too. Mom was so happy this week!”

She tweaked one of my nipples. “So, what did you do with her, anyhow?”

I giggled and said, “Well, are you sure you want to know? It’s pretty shocking for young ears.”

We were cracking up. “You’ll have to tell me now!” she said.

“Well,” I said, “first, I played with your Mom’s tits, since they’re really awesome. Then I got a little crazy and pushed her down and kind of rubbed my pussy on them until I came.”

Deanna moaned loudly at that, making me pause. When she gasped, “Then?”

I giggled and said, “Well then, I rolled her over so I could get a good look at her ass.”

When I didn’t say anything more, Deanna pushed me. “Then? God, Amber, tell me!”

I turned toward her with a wicked grin and said, “You have to masturbate for me while I tell you. I want to see a finger in that pussy.”

By then, poor Deanna was almost frantically excited, so she slid up to the side of the tub, leaned against the wall and slowly pushed a finger inside her pussy with a whimper. Her eyes were closed as she said, “Tell me, damn it!”

I moved to a kneeling position so I could put my face by Deanna’s as I whispered, “Then I played with her ass for a while. Her cheeks are so beautiful and tight. Your Mom was moaning the whole time, but I finally made her kneel with her ass in the air and her face on the couch.”

Deanna’s finger was making squelching noises as she frantically fucked herself.

“Then,” I said softly, “I leaned forward and put my face close to her ass. Your Mom’s pussy juices had run down into the crack of her ass. I put my tongue at the top of her hole and dragged it all the way down to her pussy.”

Deanna let out a loud moan, a really loud moan, but didn’t come.

I leaned even closer, so she could feel my breath as I said, “Then I ran my tongue back up and stopped on her asshole.” I waited for a sob from Deanna before saying, “Your Mom was shaking all over, moaning and breathing hard as I began to tongue fuck her ass.”

Deanna wrapped her hands and legs around me and came with a horribly loud scream. She was frantically humping me, and damned if she didn’t even scratch me a little as she thrashed around.

It took a while for Deanna to stop twitching, then she just held me close and sobbed in my ear. I finally guided the two of us back into the water with her sitting in my lap, since she wouldn’t let me go.

When I looked up, Mrs. C. was standing in the door, a smile on her face as she watched us naked and cuddling in the tub. I was cupping Deanna’s tits as I mouthed, “I want to fuck you,” to Mrs. C.

The smile stayed, but it turned a little wicked, and her eyes shone with excitement.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Amber II, Chapter 4

  • Posted on October 9, 2017 at 9:20 am

By Tater Tot

The next day, I told Mom that if she let me finger her to an orgasm, I’d tell her everything about what Mrs. C and I had done. She agreed, and I really dragged the story out, making it last as long as possible. Her expression was incredible when she came.

Being Mom, she gave me head once she’d caught her breath, then held me as we talked.

“So she’s your slave now,” Mom giggled.

I snuggled back against her with a smile and said, “I guess. It really made her hot, I think, and I liked it a lot.”

“You going to do it again?”

“I want to. Do you think that’s bad?”

“No,” she said thoughtfully. “Mrs. C and Deanna sound a lot like us, really, so I don’t think it will cause any problems if you’re having sex with both of them.”

I thought about that for a little while, then said, “I’ll tell Mrs. C that I’m doing it with her for fun, and to let me know if she has a problem with that. Should I tell them about each other?”

Mom gave me a quick kiss, then thought for a while. “You have to decide that for yourself, hon. It might get them excited, it might weird them out. You should be able to tell how it will go when you’re with them.”

“Yeah,” I said slowly. “I think it would really get Mrs. C hot, but I’m not so sure about Deanna.”

*****

It was Friday again when I went to spend the night at Deanna’s. I was also spending Saturday with them because Mom had to do an overnight business thing. She promised me extra time in bed with her to make up for it.

Deanna and I actually did have work to do, so it wasn’t like it was just some kinky sex visit. I was cool but polite with Mrs. C, just saying, “Hi,” and acting normal.

She was a bit restrained at first, but when she saw I wasn’t going to be weird about what we’d done, she went back to her usual self.

We had a lot of fun, doing our report first, then having dinner together. Mrs. C made spaghetti and meatballs, which turned out awesome, and I told her so. She seemed touched by the compliment, but hell, it was really good.

Then we all snuggled on the couch to watch a movie. Deanna sort of started stroking my ass under the blanket, and I just let her, figuring if she was brave enough to do that with her mom sitting next to us, then I didn’t have a problem with it.

When the movie was over, Deanna and I headed up to her room, and she gave her mom a goodnight kiss on the cheek. I shrugged and did the same, saying, “Thanks, Mrs. C, this was a lot of fun.” She blushed, but said that she enjoyed it too.

When we got in Deanna’s room, she stopped to shut the door, then turned to tackle me onto the bed. She was kissing me all over my face before reaching my lips, then we began to do some sloppy French kissing.

I almost laughed, but instead I got my arms around her and slowed her down some to get her to do it a little more gently.

She was lying on top of me, so I let her kiss me while I stroked her ass. She was moaning and gasping as she kissed, then really moaned when I slipped a hand inside her shorts and cupped her warm cheeks.

“Oh, God, Amber,” she panted into my ear. “I want you so bad.”

I rolled her over, leaned down and began to kiss her in a serious way. She put her arms around me as I worked, breathing hard, then really moaned when I put a hand on her breast.

I stopped long enough to unbutton her shirt, then leaned down to suckle at her breasts. I know what Mom does to mine, and it makes me feel great, even if they are small. I cupped them, stroked them, tweaked her nipples, then used my mouth to do the same thing. When I slipped a hand into her shorts, it was too much and she came with a short cry.

We were lying like that, her hand cradling my head to her as I sucked on a tit, one of my hands busy in her panties — then her mother opened the door.

I froze, causing Deanna to look up, still gasping from the orgasm when she saw her mom.

“S-sorry, Mom. Didn’t m-mean to make so much noise.”

“Okay, honey,” Mrs. C said, a little breathlessly. “Um, have fun.” She closed the door.

I raised my head and stared at Deanna, my hand still resting on her mound. I slid a finger between her pussy lips as I said, “Have fun?”

Deanna giggled, then moaned and arched her hips up as my finger slipped into her just a bit. She was super tight in there, so I didn’t think we would be having any hard finger action that night.

“Mom… uh… knows we wanted to — to have sex,” Deanna panted. “She would rather I… I d-did this with you… than with, uh… Oh, God… with a boy.”

I shrugged and moved down to slide her shorts off. Holy shit, she was shaved! I gave her an evil grin as I bent down and plastered my mouth to her pussy.

She went totally crazy as I worked, her hands spread wide, grabbing the sides of the bed as she moaned and shouted, tossed her hips around, and generally made me ride her like a cowgirl on a wild bronco.

I started with some tongue action, licking her lips. Then I went deeper, going inside with my tongue, then found her clit and sucked at it. She only lasted about a few minutes before she came with a short scream and some serious squirting.

I crawled up to kiss Deanna until she came down from the orgasm, then held her as we talked.

“God, Amber,” she said, “that was freaking awesome.”

I giggled, “Why, thank you, Deanna.”

That got a laugh from her and she said, “I want to do that to you, but you’ll have to show me how. I tried to remember what you did… guess I kinda lost track, huh?”

That got us both laughing so hard that I was almost sick for a moment.

She didn’t do any build up, just slid down to kiss my pussy. We could work on that later, since I was already wet. It was sweet the way she nuzzled me for a while, then tentatively started to lick.

“Just explore,” I said. “Have fun, that’s how I learned.”

“Mmkay,” she mumbled into my pussy, getting another giggle from me.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I said sternly, before trailing off into more laughter.

Deanna pinched my butt before returning to using her tongue on me, discovering the secrets of a woman’s pussy. I could tell she was going to be really good at this one day, because she totally loved going down. She was moaning as loudly as I was, hands wrapped around my thighs as she sucked and licked.

I had to tell her about how to use a bit of rhythm in her licking to help me get off. From there it was only a couple minutes before I came with a yell, and sprayed her face down with my pussy.

It was really hot, doing this with someone my age. I never had before. And Deanna was really enthusiastic and kinda innocent about it.

When she crawled up and we tasted each other’s mouths, I said, “We got kind of noisy… sure your Mom won’t be mad?”

“Nah,” Deanna said. “She said you did this with her, so I imagine she’s probably just a little jealous.”

I sat up to look at her, feeling a little nervous — but she just grinned and gave me a kiss before saying, “Hey, you’re hot, and Mom and I are honest with each other. She’s had it rough for a while, and I don’t want to keep her from having fun if she can.”

“Wow!” I muttered. “You guys are great.”

“You think so?” Deanna asked. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

I laughed and pinched her nipple before saying, “Hell, no. I tell Mom everything too, and she’s the best ever.”

“So she knows about us? And Mom?” Deanna gasped as my fingers stroked her nipples.

I slid down her body until I was hovering over her pussy again and said, “Oh yeah. I don’t like her to worry, and she’s just like your mom — said she’d I rather did this than mess around with boys. She said they can get pretty mean, but we both know that, right?”

I began licking Deanna, finding her pussy already leaking a little. I wanted to see what I could do with a finger, so I ate her until she was good and wet, then started sliding a finger in. Tight was the word, but as long as I didn’t thrust or anything, I could get inside. She didn’t have her hymen either, so I could push in all the way.

She quickly grabbed my head and began making long drawn-out moaning noises. I let my finger go still for a moment while I lightly licked her clit, then curled it inside her. Deanna thrust her hips up and gave out a quavering cry, but managed to hold off coming just then.

It took me a moment, but I found her sweet spot, and was happy to see her react with a shiver when I touched it. Mom said not all women felt that, but Deanna sure did.

I began working that spot, using my tongue to slide through her lips and tease her clit. Deanna was flopping around like crazy when her fingers clamped on my head, and then she came with a scream, a long one, a long and loud one.

Her pussy hosed me down like crazy, and I had to slide my finger out to keep from breaking it as she bounced on the bed like she had been dropped from a long way up. I clutched her hips and kept my mouth on her until she was done, then slid up to hug her as she sobbed and laughed hysterically at the same time.

It took about five minutes before Deanna calmed down, then she just sort of collapsed. She lay there, lightly stroking my face with her eyes half closed. “God, Amber,” she mumbled, “that was so good!”

I grinned and gave her a soft kiss. She stroked my face again and said, “Can you… would you… do that for Mom?”

I blinked, startled at what she’d said, and she went on, “Please, it would make her so happy.”

I had to think about that for a minute, since it struck me as weird, but it wasn’t really any different than me coming over to fuck Mrs. C when Deanna wasn’t home.

“You sure?”

She leaned up to kiss me. “Please!”

I let my hand lightly caress her pussy as I got up, but she was fast asleep already. I giggled, thinking about how I often did that when Mom got me off, and how mad that made me.

I got up, left Deanna’s room and wandered down the hall, then opened the bedroom door to Mrs. C’s room.

She was lying on the bed, rubbing her pussy with her eyes closed as I came in. She didn’t hear me, so I walked over and looked down at her.

Mrs. C was naked, her now shaven pussy being used hard by her right hand as the left one squeezed a breast.

I put my hand over hers, getting a short scream from her — then she just stared up at me.

We were motionless for a moment, then I said, “I want your pussy, Mrs. C.” She was staring like a deer in the headlights as I added, “Put both hands up over your head and grab hold of the headboard.”

It was a spindle-type headboard, so she could reach up and grab it with ease, exposing her body perfectly.

I let a hand trail up from her pussy to her breasts, then I played with them a while as I stared at her. “I’m gonna lick your pussy now, and I want you to keep your hands up there.”

Mrs. C nodded nervously as I slid between her legs. I breathed on her again, then let my tongue slide forward and taste her very wet pussy lips. I took my time, savoring her flavor and the naughtiness of what we were doing.

She was really tight, making me wonder when the last time was that she’d had genuine sex. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and worked it around a while, then withdrew it to slide it up and down. I put both hands around her hips and let my thumb push against her clit as I worked.

Mrs. C was extremely hot, dripping cum almost from the first lick, and she reached an orgasm within a couple of minutes.

Her legs pushed her hips up from the bed, and her hands gripped the headboard so tightly that it creaked as she screamed my name, her pussy gushing juice until it dripped down her ass crack and pooled on the bed.

When Mrs. C calmed down I said, “Put your hands on your breasts and play with them while I finger your pussy.”

She gave a sort of sob, but did as I said, and I returned to her pussy. I slid down a little, brought my hand up and began sliding my index finger in and out, just like I had with Deanna.

Mrs. C’s pussy was not quite as tight as her daughter’s was, but it was tight. She was moaning constantly as I fingered her, and I was able to get a bit of serious thrusting action going. When I had her almost ready to come, I pulled my index finger out and pushed the middle one in to get it nice and wet, then slid it down between her ass cheeks to rest against her butthole. It was a tight angle, but she had her hips pushed up pretty high.

When I began pushing in, Mrs. C yelled, “Oh, God… oh, Jesus!” and sort of gushed a little, but somehow managed to hold back her orgasm.

“That’s good… don’t come yet,” I whispered. I eased my finger into her anus, then began to very slowly move it in and out. Her hands were still on her breasts and her head was tilted way back as she let out high-pitched moans and squeals, her whole body tightening up. Then I went down on Mrs. C again while I fucked her ass.

It was less than a minute before she let go — almost an exact repeat of Deanna’s performance, only without the squirting. I pulled my fingers out as she came and just sucked on her pussy, riding her and licking without mercy.

When I finally pulled away Mrs. C was softly crying, so I crawled up to where she lay and said, “Delicious,” licking my lips. “Okay, you can take your hands off your breasts now.”

Then I leaned in and plundered her mouth with my tongue for a while, then drew back and slid a finger into her mouth, whispering, “Does it taste like two pussies?”

Mrs. C moaned as she sucked eagerly on my dirty finger.

I left her to sleep, made my way back to Deanna’s room and crawled back into bed with her. She was totally out, so I masturbated while I pictured myself getting home and tying Mom to the bed before fucking her ass. I came hard, squirting all over my hand.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Love Lessons for Lisa, Part Two

  • Posted on September 29, 2017 at 8:23 am

By Samantha Luvsya

Samantha and Lisa charged downstairs to get the order of Chinese. It came in funny-looking boxes, large and small. Samantha put plates and sodas and forks on the dinner table while Lisa opened all the boxes and spread them out. She was playing with a pair of chopsticks when Samantha sat down.

“You any good with those?” Samantha asked.

“Nope… but,” said Lisa, as she lodged the chopsticks into her upper lip.

“Eeek! A saber-tooth Lisa cat!”

The girls dissolved into laughter.

“Here’s the deal,” said Samantha. “Start with some rice and noodles, then add a little of this and a little of that, mix it up and give it a taste. That’s what I love about this food, you just dive in and try something you’ve never tasted before, and guess what?”

Lisa gave a quizzical look and shrugged her shoulders.

“You discover some new and wonderful things that you never knew were there, but that have been there, right in front of you, all along!”

Lisa smiled and piled her plate high.

Samantha hoped the hint wasn’t lost on the 12-year-old princess.

During the meal, both girls had food bounce off their shirts and onto the table. More laughter.

“A sloppy meal is a happy meal, right?” asked Samantha.

Lisa nodded as she wolfed down another mouthful. Once she gulped it down, she took a breath and said, “Hey, it all washes, right?” And then laughed at her own silly wisdom.

Soon the food was gone and the dishes rinsed and stacked in the kitchen sink.

They flopped onto the couch in the living room and scanned through TV channels with the remote.

Samantha’s heart leaped when Lisa looked up at her and said, “Um you know, it’s still kinda warm, and I was wondering if maybe we could just…” her voice trailed off as she seemed to lose courage to continue the sentence.

Not wanting to miss a chance to keep things going, Samantha turned to face Lisa and said, “Oh heck, yeah, that’s cool with me, if it’s okay with you!”

Another rapid nod from Lisa.

Reaching down to grasp the bottom hem of her shirt, Samantha pulled it up slowly and held it close to her body, so that when her boobs were exposed, they sort of sprang into view – her nipples stiffening on the spot.

Lisa sucked in a breath as this happened. She again felt the warm tingly feeling in her pussy.

“Okay, your turn, silly!”

Lisa was getting braver by the minute. She quickly pulled up her shirt and tossed it across the room with a twirl.

“You go, girl!” laughed Samantha as once again she feasted her eyes on Lisa’s puffy mounds, almost all budding nipple.

She stared as the rise and fall of Lisa’s chest with every breath caused some of the very fine hair on Lisa’s arms to glisten in and out of the light. Again the urge to just lean over and engulf a sweet bud into her mouth came – and again somehow she was able to push the urge away – but the fight was getting more and more difficult.

“This is so much fun,” said Lisa. “I haven’t had this much fun in about forever, and I really didn’t think this weekend was gonna be good at all. I thought, oh great, I’m getting dumped on Samantha at the last minute and maybe she has other plans and stuff, and now she has to sit around with me for three days and it would be all such a stupid dumb drag and…”

“Shh, honey, stop.” Samantha reached over with her forefinger, pressing it to Lisa’s lips. The girl stopped the flow of tumbling words and looked into Samantha’s eyes.

After a short pause, Samantha said, “I guess it’s time to come out and say a few things, so just relax and listen up. First of all, sure, this was a sudden surprise for me too. I didn’t really know what to think, not at first anyway. Keep in mind, I have had a really crappy week. Monday, my girlfriend moves halfway across the country. Wednesday, I get laid off. Unemployment paperwork is another crappy hassle. And used to be, for a while anyway, I had my own cute little apartment — but I couldn’t really afford it, so here I am, back with Mom. No complaints about living here, it’s nice and all, but having my own place was so, I don’t know, independent, you know?”

Lisa was now looking deep into her eyes.

“So today, I was feeling really bummed out when my mom and your mom set this up so they can go and play in Vegas. I wasn’t expecting to find myself laughing so much and having just a really silly fun time either, but I am. So just shut up about being anything like a hassle, ‘cuz you’re not. I like you Lisa, I like you a lot. There’s something special about you, I dunno what exactly. Maybe it’s because you remind me a lot of how I was at your age, feeling smarter and braver than I could show. Curious about things and wanting to do them, but not having the courage to go ahead and find out what they were like, you know?”

Lisa nodded, her eyes glistening. It was like Samantha knew her forever, and not just the few hours they had spent together so far.

“I mean, just look at us now. Sitting here half naked with each other and it’s like it’s the most natural thing in the whole world, like we’ve done it forever, right?”

Samantha almost felt a little guilty about planting these seeds, making these suggestions to Lisa, but when she thought about it, none of it was a lie, so she pushed ahead.

“Anyhow, I want to be your extra special friend, a friend you can come to and ask anything, no matter what it is, about anything. I want to be there for you, like no one was for me. Mom was always busy with stuff, and a few times when I wanted to ask her things about my feelings, the horny ones and the regular ones, it just didn’t feel right. And my dad was a dumb drunk, so duh, I didn’t feel like asking him anything.”

Lisa giggled as Samantha rolled her eyes when mentioning her father.

“So, there it all is, if it’s cool with you. You never have to even start to feel dumb about asking me anything, even if it’s real personal, or you think it’s gross, or something that no one should even talk about. There is nothing that you can say, do, or ask that will shock me or offend me or make me like you less, okay?”

Lisa’s brimming eyes could hold it back no longer. Her tears fell in a flow, down her cheeks. She sucked in a jagged breath while looking into Samantha’s now glistening eyes as she said with a voiced choked with emotion, “Thank you.”

Samantha leaned into Lisa, pulling her close, their bare chests embracing for the first time, sending the thrill factor through the roof. They hugged tightly as Samantha leaned down to kiss Lisa on the forehead. Lisa raised her head and Samantha saw she had closed her eyes. That was all the invitation she needed. Samantha leaned in closer, cupping Lisa’s chin as she gave the girl little butterfly pecks of kisses on her pink lips.

A moment later, Lisa parted her lips slightly – for air? Or to signal Samantha to go even farther? Samantha decided to keep gently pushing the momentum of love along.

She slowly slid her tongue between Lisa’s lips, fluttering it gently, making circles and dancing on the tip of Lisa’s tongue. Samantha almost came right there when she heard and felt Lisa ooze out a deep moan. This was a moan of joy, of discovery, of lust and of love all mixed together. The room seemed to swirl as Samantha pushed deeper into Lisa’s mouth. Now her tongue was dancing everywhere, all around Lisa’s mouth, embracing Lisa’s tongue and releasing it. Their breaths grew deeper.

Samantha’s hands were on Lisa’s back, pulling the girl into her body, but now she started to glide her hands all around Lisa’s smooth back, caressing her from the nape of her neck to the waist, slowly going up and down, drinking in the silky soft skin of this amazing young girl.

Lisa had never kissed like this before. She had heard about it, but never experienced it, and with her newfound friend, this was making her dizzy. She didn’t wanted it to stop, wanted this feeling to go on and on forever. She felt like she was floating in air as Samantha gave her a caressing back rub.

Samantha knew she was soaking wet. Her heart was racing. She felt a high like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was just about mouth-fucking the most beautiful 12-year-old she had ever seen, feeling her up, and she knew it was the first time Lisa was experiencing any of these feelings. The room began to spin a little faster for Samantha.

She moved her hands in wider and wider paths, now caressing Lisa’s sides. She wanted to see if Lisa gave any sign of resistance or rejection. If anything, Lisa clung tighter and uttered a few more deep moans. When Samantha’s hands caressed Lisa’s sides, near her puffy boobies, Samantha’s thumbs reached out toward them a little more with each pass. After a few times of touching the sides of her puffies, Lisa eased her tight hug and leaned back on the couch, giving those caressing hands full access to her budding mounds.

Samantha sucked in a deep breath as she eased her hands over those sweet nipples for the first time. It was like an electric shock hit both girls at once as they moaned in unison. Samantha touched them with her fingertips at first, making tender circles around and across them, sometimes raking her fingernails across them and then gently squeezing those buds.

How long this went on, Samantha could never really recall. She just knew that after a while, she eased Lisa onto her back on the couch and kissed the girl over and over and over all across her face, chin and neck, making a trail down toward Lisa’s now tightly stiff nipples.

Lisa gasped as Samantha gave each nipple long slow licks before tenderly sucking it into her mouth, again using a swirling tongue to send lighting bolts through the young girl’s body. Back and forth she went, in no rush. Lisa delighted in every touch and caress and lick, even feeling the thrill of Samantha’s breath on her wet nipples. She felt like she might pass out or just melt at any moment. The tingly feeling in her pussy had long since passed. A warm glow from down there made her think she might have peed on herself a little, but she was beyond caring about anything in the world. A few minutes ago, she’d never wanted the kissing to stop, but now that was a fleeting memory, replaced by the touches and licks and kisses and tender sucks on her boobs – this was the feeling that must never stop now!

It felt like hours to Samantha as she kept nuzzling Lisa’s nubbins. She was glad that earlier she had put a few jazz CD’s on to play. The gentle music matched the love the girls were feeling on the couch. At long last, Samantha trailed her kisses up to Lisa’s mouth again. Several more minutes later, she slowly backed off Lisa’s lips and whispered, “Hang on just a sec, I gotta breathe again.”

Both girls erupted into nervous laughter. They clung to each other like that for a second or two until, pretending to swoon, Samantha twisted away and fell with a breathy sigh to the floor. More laughter and endless giggles. Both were breathing very hard, very fast. Lisa sank back into the couch, drifting on a cloud of love and lust.

Samantha, on her back on the carpet, was dizzy – a thousand thoughts racing through her head, all bouncing around and often bouncing into each other. What have I done? What if she tells on me, or brags about this to friends at school? What if she regrets this tomorrow? What if, what if, what if?

As confusion was racing through Samantha’s head, Lisa leaned over to look down. From this crazy angle, Samantha refocused her attention on her new little lover.

With a voice barely above a whisper, Lisa smiled and said, “Holy shit, that was all so amazing! I never felt anything like that, I never wanted it to stop, I was, and still am, drifting, floating, oh, thank you!”

Samantha was suddenly very weak, like she had just run a marathon. She tried to get up, but her muscles were mush. She tried to say something in response, but the words would not form in her mouth. All she could do was offer Lisa a huge smile and a deep moan, followed with more laughter.

Lisa flopped back onto the couch and without realizing it at first, found she had reached into her panties and was stroking her pussy, letting her middle finger slip in just a little as she rubbed slowly up and down.

When Samantha finally could speak, it was almost a shock to Lisa.

“Wow,” Samantha said, sitting up, “did you come? ‘Cuz I did, and that was without even touching myself at all. Holy shit indeed!”

Both girls, each in their own way, realized at that moment they had crossed into uncharted territory. They had pushed into a new place neither had ever been before, like setting out onto a adventure without really planning to do so.

“Okay, I’m gonna do something really crude now,” Samantha quickly said, “so hold your breath and don’t hate me – blame it on the Chinese food, okay?”

Lisa hardly had a second to think about what her friend had said when the room echoed with a short but very loud fart. In a little girl voice, Samantha simply said, “Sorry.” Lisa laughed harder than she had ever done in her whole life. They both giggled uncontrollably, and just as one would almost stop laughing, the other would start up again, bring the other along with them in the silly but special shared feeling of fun.

Suddenly Samantha sprang to her feet. “Omigod, that stinks!” Then she bounded up the stairs, calling, “See ya!”

Lisa took a moment to react, but soon was on Samantha’s heels again. She found her pacing her bedroom in a circle, asking herself a question aloud, “Shower or swim – shower or swim?”

Just as the younger girl was about to suggest an answer, she was thrilled and stunned when Samantha quickly tugged off her panties and yelled, “Time for skinny dippin’!”

Lisa tried to keep up as Samantha raced down and plunged into the pool. Along the way, she kept thinking about the quick glimpse she’d had of Samantha’s shaved pussy, and the nice way her bare ass looked bouncing down the stairs.

She stood poolside, watching Samantha do a couple of underwater laps. As she broke the surface and gasped for air at the far end of the pool, Samantha looked around and saw Lisa just standing and staring at her.

“Come on, silly girl, it’s a really warm night, no school tomorrow, no ‘rents to worry about, and with the big fence, no one can see us, so relax, it feels sooooo good to swim naked, come on in!”

It took Lisa about a half second to process this clear line of logic. With newfound courage, she slipped off her panties, trotted to the deep end and jumped in. She glided to the shallow end, popped up for air, then dove under again, gliding to the deep end.

She reached up to hold onto the edge of the pool and suck in the night air. The deep blue pool lights gave a magical glow to the water as it sparkled on their bodies. “Oh, you’re so right, that feels so good! So much better than wearing any kind of swimsuit or anything.”

“See? Trust me, honey, I will only show you the good stuff. This is living, huh?”

Lisa giggled again as she dove and skimmed the surface to the shallow end, turned and floated on her back to the deep end again. She was surprised when she looked up and Samantha wasn’t there. She looked around some more and saw her sitting, head just above the water, at the shallow end.

“I swam under you as you floated above,” Samantha grinned. “Kind of a cool view! I also got tired of holding myself up, so I thought I’d come over here and just sit.”

Lisa smiled and dog paddled to join her friend, and they sat next to each other in silence for a while.

Gazing up into a starry sky, Samantha finally said, “Wow, makes you feel really tiny, sometimes, looking at the stars and thinking that each one of those dots is a sun, and maybe a few have planets, like ours, spinning around them, and maybe some of ‘em even have life like us, you know? Makes you think, anyway.”

Lisa was on a natural high. She had just experienced the most incredibly exciting feelings she’d ever known with Samantha on the couch; her tummy was full of food she hardly ever had; she’d followed Samantha out here to skinny dip at night on a whim; she felt the caress of water on her naked body on a pool for the first time; and now they sat looking up into the endless night sky, thinking about things and places she had never really thought about before.

It was there, in the pool, sitting with this amazing new friend that Lisa began to realize she was falling in love with Samantha. It was like a fuzzy feeling that she’d had for the past few hours, now coming into clearer focus.

She wanted to come up with something really smart, really romantic to say. But Lisa wasn’t able to put her racing thoughts into words very well at the moment. At last, she settled with simply saying, “This is great!”

“Want to feel even better than we did on the couch?” asked Samantha, with a sly grin.

“Sure, but I mean, I don’t think that’s possible.”

“You’re gonna have to trust me – you brave enough to do that?”

Lisa could only nod.

“Good. Go get the cushion off a lounge chair, and bring it right here, to the edge of the pool.”

The 12-year-old did as she was told.

“Now lay on your back, and dangle your legs from the knees down into the water.”

After Lisa was settled in place, Samantha glided over, reached out and began to caress the girl’s body, making soft circles around her budding tits, across and down her firm smooth tummy and rubbing her palms a bit into Lisa’s hairless pussy on the way to rubbing her long pretty legs.

Over and over this went. Samantha’s hands moved a bit slower each time. She spent more time caressing Lisa’s pussy. Lisa reacted by pulling her legs out of the water, resting her heels on the edge of the pool, and spreading widely. Samantha watched in awe as Lisa’s outer lips parted invitingly. Her rubbing became a bit harder then, fingers slipped in more and more, until that’s all Samantha was doing – fingering Lisa to a frenzy.

Rubbing firm circles around Lisa’s clit, sliding across it gently and blowing streams of air from her mouth on the now stiff clit told Samantha Lisa was getting close to a good one. Lisa had long since closed her eyes. She was gasping for air. She was pushing her pussy into Samantha’s hand. But nothing had prepared the girl for Samantha’s fluttering tongue as it flickered across her clit.

Unable to hold back any longer, Samantha nuzzled into Lisa’s glistening pussy, encircling her clit with her lips, sucked gently as her tongue kept dancing all around. Lisa gasped loudly and arched her back high, thrusting her pussy even more into Samantha’s loving mouth. Soon she was trembling and bucking, uttering a deep moan that said it all.

Samantha kept her lips locked on the sweet smooth pussy when she suddenly felt a couple of quick and very hot squirts hit the back of her throat. Not only was this the first time Lisa had been licked there, not only was this her first orgasm with another girl, not only did she come very hard in the young woman’s mouth – she’d actually been so excited that she had squirted her juices.

It took a moment for Samantha to realize that Lisa also had squealed very loudly as she was squirting — so loud she now worried about the neighbors coming to look over the fence and see if everything was all right. It was several more moments before Samantha could recover enough from her own orgasm that she found enough strength to climb from the pool, pick up Lisa, and carry the still moaning and shaking girl into the house, away from possible prying eyes.

Somehow she managed to carry Lisa upstairs and place her on her bed. Then she resumed the loving licks to the most perfect pussy she had ever seen. It was nearly an hour later when Lisa clamped her legs against Samantha’s head and pushed her away.

“Oh, it hurts now.”

Samantha giggled, “That’s okay, babe, that’s how it goes. A pussy can take only so much loving, and somehow it’s like you flip a switch and suddenly that clitty is way too tender for any touching at all. You just need to lie back and float on the feelings – rest, float, dream. You’re here with me, honey, safe and loved. Just relax and float away.”

Samantha’s words were like music to Lisa. She did feel like she was floating away, high into the clouds on a perfect day. Soon she was sound asleep and Samantha just lay next to her, smiling. The kid had such an afterglow of love. It was a feeling that no words could ever really describe properly. She just knew that this was a perfect way to share love. It made Samantha dizzy to think of all the other things she could share with Lisa – heck, she hadn’t even brought out her toys yet.

But that could wait until tomorrow. For now, she just pulled a sheet over them and cuddled with Lisa and fell into the most restful sleep she had ever known.

THE END

NOTE: Unfortunately, dear readers, that’s all she wrote. The author hinted at the possibility of more, but so far, six years later, this is it. – Juicy Secrets

Amber II, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 26, 2017 at 10:49 am

By Tater Tot

I knocked on the door and waited until Mrs. C answered it with a smile.

“Come in, Amber, I was just going out to lay by the pool.”

I’d called that morning, and Mrs. C had told me Deanna was at her grandmother’s, but I was welcome to come hang out with her by the pool. She didn’t know that Deanna had already told me at school she was going to be away.

I followed Mrs. C out to the poolside and watched as she dropped the robe to reveal the tiny two-piece bathing suit she was wearing. She wasn’t built like Mom, but her breasts were awesome, and had a great body that was ample without being fat. She caught me watching, but I just gave her a smile and said, “Nice suit.”

She blushed a little, then grinned and said, “Well, let’s see yours.”

I flipped off my t-shirt and shimmied out of my sweatpants to reveal the bikini Mom and I had bought. Since I was cursed with no breasts, the top wasn’t large, but it was small enough to make what I had look okay. The bottom really looked good on my ass. Mom loved it and just had to fondle me a little in the dressing room. We bought the suit, since I got wet enough to make it impossible to sell to anyone else.

Mrs. C was watching me out of the corner of her eye as I laid on the lounge chair next to hers.

“Can you put some lotion on me, Mrs. C?” I asked drowsily.

“Of course,” she said as she came over, taking a seat on my chair beside me.

She put lotion on her hands, then started rubbing it into my shoulders and neck. She took her time, not rushing, almost giving me a massage.

I moaned a little and said, “That feels good.”

When she started down my back I said, “Can you undo the top? I don’t want a tan line.”

She hesitated, then pulled the string and laid my top out of the way. She took even longer there, her fingers sliding down and brushing along the side on my mostly non-existent breasts. I sighed softly when she did that, but didn’t say anything. She did my arms next, then slid down and did my lower back.

When she got to my ass, she massaged above it for a moment, then said, “Do you want to leave the bottoms on?”

“I’d love you to take them off, if you don’t mind,” I said. “I never wear them at home, but I didn’t know if you minded me going without.”

Mrs. C undid the ties on my bottoms, then slid them off me. I wondered if she’d noted the damp spot on the crotch.

When her hands started massaging my ass cheeks I gave another soft moan. Her fingers slid down my ass crack — not lingering like she wanted me to notice, but she did do it a couple of times.

I was breathing pretty heavily by the time she decided my ass was protected enough. She moved down to my feet next, making me giggle a couple of times, then began to coat my legs. She did both of them up to the knee before going higher.

Shifting to my left thigh, she began wrapping her hands around it and sliding her hands up my leg. She moved them up and down, getting closer to my pussy each time. I slid my legs further apart to give her room.

When her hand bumped my pussy I gave a somewhat louder moan, but didn’t move. She did that a couple of times, then moved to my other leg.

She was less restrained this time, letting her hand sort of rotate around my thigh and rub against my pussy when she reached the top, lingering longer this time. I was wet and probably dripping by the time she was done, and Mrs. C had to have felt it, if not smelled it.

She was a little breathless when she finally said, “Okay… how was th-that, Amber?”

Really nice,” I said in a contented voice. “I liked it.”

She sat there another moment, probably trying to decide what to do next, but finally got up, moved back to her chair and laid down.

I raised my head. “Do you want me to put some on you?”

She didn’t say anything for a second, then said, “Please.”

I got up, still completely naked, walked over and sat down next to her. Mrs. C’s face was red as she watched me walk over, my pussy fully exposed for her to see. She didn’t say anything.

I did what she’d done and started at her neck and shoulders. I took my time, enjoying the softness of her skin and how sexy she looked in that skimpy two-piece. When I reached her back, I untied her top and flipped it out of the way. She has much larger breasts than mine, so I got to feel her up really well as I massaged the lotion into her. She was breathing heavily, and I could see her hips moving as I worked.

When I got to her ass I did the same thing, just untying her suit and pulling it down and off. When my hands squeezed her cheeks, she made a loud sigh, then clenched up a little. I could see her pussy lips protruding in her excitement. Mom’s ass was better, but Mrs. C’s looked really good. Anyhow, it was a woman’s bare bottom and I was fondling it, so no complaints.

When my fingers stroked up and down her crack a couple of times, she whimpered, grinding her hips down into the lounge chair. I spent quite a while working on Mrs. C’s before moving down to her feet.

I had a clear view of her pussy and asshole, and stared at them as I worked. She was dripping wet, her pussy swollen and the lips glistening in the sun. I could smell her arousal. I licked my lips at the thought.

When I started on her inner thighs, my fingers brushed her pussy — and she came. She tried to not make it obvious, but her whole body tensed, and she made an odd sobbing noise as her hands clenched the arms of the deck chair.

I just kept rubbing her thigh, my hand stroking her pussy the whole time she was spasming. When she relaxed and lay there panting, I moved to the other leg. I did the same thing, masturbated her with the tips of my fingers — but she didn’t come, just got more excited.

I licked the juice off a finger, and thought, Not bad, before saying, “There you go.”

I padded back to my lounge chair and stretched out, enjoying the looks she was giving me.

About twenty minutes later I turned over and said, “Can you do my front?”

She made some kind of nervous sound, then said, “Of… of course.”

Her hands were shaking a little when she put lotion on them. Mrs. C started with my face, so I closed my eyes and just drifted for a while. When she was done, I opened them and watched her breasts as she worked on my shoulders. She caught me looking, but I didn’t act guilty, just closed my eyes and let her work undisturbed.

Mrs. C really, I mean really liked my breasts. How weird is that? I don’t even have any! She was trembling and making little noises when her hands moved over them. She was very obvious about stroking and squeezing my nipples. I didn’t say anything, just gave a happy sigh every now and then.

She was still hesitant, but let her fingers stroke my pussy as she worked, then really rubbed it when she did my thighs. I gave out a couple of good gasps before she was finished.

When she got up, I followed Mrs. C back to her chair, picking up the bottle of lotion without a word.

She was staring at my face as I started, but she eventually closed her eyes and kept them closed as I worked. Her breasts were great. I stroked, cupped, squeezed and fondled them as I coated them with lotion, not even bothering to pretend that I wasn’t molesting her.

Mrs. C was whimpering again, and her pussy was dripping by the time I worked my way between her legs. I kind of kept it gentle this time, not really petting her as I worked. She started thrusting her hips toward my hands as I stroked upwards, but I still didn’t touch her the way she wanted. When I was close to finishing she was all but chasing my hand with her pussy.

On the last stroke I moved between her legs and laid down, my face just inches from her cunt. My breath was caressing her lips as I said, “Do you want me to finish you off, Mrs. C?”

She let out a loud sob and didn’t say anything for a moment, then whispered, “Yes.”

I let my hands wrap around her thighs and put my lips just above her labia, breathing on her, watching the light hair move a little. She groaned and tried to move toward me, but I moved with her and said, “What do you want me to do?”

I blew gently across her lips and she gave a soft cry, “Oh, God, oh, God… Amber, eat me!”

My lips just barely touched her before moving away, getting another sob from Mrs. C as her body jerked in frustrated need.

“Beg me and I’ll make you come,” I said. “Beg me, and I’ll stick my tongue deep into your pussy.”

She began sobbing as she said, “Please… oh, God, Amber… please eat me!”

I pushed my face against her and shoved my tongue deep, then held tight as she came with a sharp scream, then loud sobs of “Oh, God… oh, yes. oh, God!”

Mrs. C was a messy one. She didn’t squirt, but she came a lot. As she slowed down I began to lick, tasting her and cleaning her up a little. After a moment I started sucking on her pussy lips, drawing them up some and working around her pussy. I went back to pushing my tongue inside, then trailed it upward until I found her clit. It didn’t protrude much, but I could tell that she wasn’t as sensitive as Mom, so I drew my tongue across it as she moaned and wailed.

She was a real talker, mumbling and yelling the whole time. When I brought up my right index finger and pushed it into her as I sucked on her clit, she came with a piercing scream. I hoped no one heard it.

I held her down as her hips thrashed around, using my finger to thrust into her a couple of times. This was a seriously strong orgasm, her body undulating enough to make me worry that she might throw us both off the chair.

When she was done, Mrs. C zonked out. I licked her a few times, then sat up and looked down at her. She had a very satisfied look on her face, and the way she was sprawled out made her seem like some kind of porn star.

I got up and gave her a soft kiss before putting my sweats and t-shirt back on, quietly letting myself out.

Mom always told me that anticipation made things better, so I figured I’d let Mrs. C think about things for a day or two. In the meantime, I was hoping that I could tell Mom what happened and get her hot enough to let me molest her some.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Love Lessons for Lisa, Part One

  • Posted on September 22, 2017 at 7:48 am

By Samantha Luvsya

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

Samantha was not having a good week. On Monday, her girlfriend Cathy had moved with her family to another city far away. On Wednesday, she was among a dozen other workers laid off from her job as the company ‘tightened its belt’. She had already moved back into her mom’s house because the apartment she’d lived in for the past couple years had the rent raised beyond her ability to pay – good thing now with the delay in getting unemployment checks.

By Friday afternoon, the depressed young woman decided to ease her sad feelings with a nice long swim in the backyard pool. A couple of ice cold screwdrivers and the relaxing buzz of a blunt had put her in a very mellow mood.

Her cell phone brought her out of a wonderful daydream of making love with her (now ex) girlfriend. She pictured them in a long and tender 69 at the nude beach, loving the looks they got from people passing by.

It took a few rings to bring her back to reality. When she was able to make sense of things, she found it was her mother, calling to ask a big favor. Her mom’s best friend had invited her at the last minute to go to Las Vegas with her for a three day weekend. Her friend had already paid for the room and was planning to surprise her boyfriend, but at the last minute, his boss needed him in Texas to get ready for a big sales meeting to start on Tuesday. Further complicating the plan was the fact that her friend’s ex-husband had called earlier in the day to say he could not take their 12-year-old daughter for his regular weekend turn ‘because other things have come up’.

“So here’s the deal, Sam,” her mother said, speaking in an excited rush, “I really, really want to go, but with Kelly’s ex being an asshole, she has no one to take care of Lisa. She’s paid a ton of money for the room and it’s too late for a refund, so I’m begging you to do me a huge favor and let Lisa come over and stay at our house until Tuesday. I swear I’ll make it up to you, sweetie, I promise!”

While Samantha would have liked to say no, she heard the pleading tone of her mom’s voice – and with the floating buzz she was enjoying, she quietly said, “Sure, no problem, I guess. I’m not doing anything anyway.”

“Oh my god, thank you a million times, from both of us, honey! Kelly will call Lisa and tell her to head over to see you once she gets home from school. Yippee! Wish me luck!”

A sudden silence told Samantha her mom had ended the call. She drew a deep breath and wondered what she should do to get ready for Lisa.

First checking the fridge and finding it well stocked, Samantha checked the downstairs guest bedroom. She opened the windows for some fresh air but otherwise all was in fairly decent order. She began to wonder how this weekend would turn out; how she could entertain Lisa so that neither was bored; wondered if they would get along or have drama and fights.

A few minutes after 4:00, Samantha started to get a clue to the answers. The phone rang. It was Lisa making sure it was okay to come over now.

“Sure, it’s fine. But, hey, you need a hand carrying anything?” Sam asked.

“Nah, thanks anyway. I have all I need, I think, stuffed into my backpack and it’s only a couple blocks, so I’ll see you in a few, okay?”

It seemed only moments later when the doorbell rang. Sam opened the front door and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. There on the doorstep stood Lisa, backlit by the setting sun, her blond hair seemingly aglow.

Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and Levis, Lisa was the very picture of a beautiful young girl blossoming into womanhood. She wore no training bra, her puffy nipples made that clear. Her shirt was also tapered so her thin waist was shown off, but not on total display. For 12 years old, Lisa was simply stunning.

Samantha drank in this vision of sweet beauty as the girls stood there, checking each other out.

“Um, can I come in?” Lisa asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes, sure, I’m sorry… I’m a little dizzy, I’ve been outside in the sun by the pool a bit too long, I guess. Sorry.”

Lisa just smiled and nodded. Samantha realized Lisa must have been checking her out too, as she stood there in her sheer white bikini. She was almost 21 now, but retained the hard body of a 15-year-old.

“Here, let me help a little,” Samantha said as she reached over for the backpack Lisa now carried in front of her. “Down here is the guest bedroom, I think you’ll be comfy there,” she said while stepped in front of Lisa to lead the way, though Samantha also knew it was a good opportunity to let Lisa check out her thong- clad bottom. An exhibitionist at heart, she couldn’t resist the urge to tease a little. Her tingly buzz also gave her a little more encouragement to flirt.

“Awesome,” was the only thing Lisa said when plopping down on the bed. She was all smiles.

“Okay,” Samantha smiled, “now that both of us have sort of been dumped for the weekend, whaddya say we make the best of it? We can watch movies all you want, order out for pizza, go to the mall, maybe even the water park, or just sit here and tell funny stories. Sound okay to you?”

Lisa was nodding excitedly. “That sounds great!”

Samantha caught herself staring at the puffy little treasures Lisa’s shirt concealed. She was wondering how much they would rise under her tender caresses and loving licks. But wait, she’s only 12 — how can I be thinking like this?

The longer she simply looked at Lisa, however, the more her lustful urges grew, and that question seemed to melt away. She also noticed how Lisa didn’t even try to hide her staring at Samantha’s boobs, swaying gently under the thin bikini top.

“Well, I’ll leave you to get settled. Put your things anywhere, this is your room to do with however you want, okay? I’m going to head out to the pool for a little longer, and then we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do for dinner.”

Samantha’s head was dizzy with naughty visions – a mixture of memories of her girlfriend and dreams of love with Lisa. The cool water refreshed her as she dove in and swam underwater to the far end. She came up, clung to the edge and took in a deep breath.

It was a decision that took only a moment – Samantha figured that she would lead and tease and lure and seduce Lisa as best she could, and then take things as far as the girl was comfortable with. If she seemed to be freaking out or was otherwise uncomfortable with things, Samantha would back off. After all, she only wanted to enjoy the treasures of this alluring young girl, while introducing her to the many joys of lesbian love, all done with sweet, loving tender care.

As Samantha came to grips with this plan, she heard the soft patter of bare feet on the concrete as Lisa approached. Sam opened her eyes to notice Lisa had on a generic one-piece swimsuit, a kind that was more than a couple of years outdated.

“Whatcha think?” asked Lisa. “Kinda dorky, huh?”

“Oh, no, I mean, not at all… well… uh, sorta … okay, yes. But I bet it’s not your fault. I bet your mom keeps saying no when you ask for a new suit, huh?”

Again the happy nod and smile.

“Maybe we will go to the mall, at least for that. I know the feeling, so I’ll rescue you a little. As long as it doesn’t cost a zillion bucks, you pick out whatever new one you want, and I’ll buy it for you, okay? And you can keep it here if you think you mom will get mad about you having it.”

“Really? Oh, yes, please, that would be so perfect!” Lisa said with a slight giggle behind her words.

“Like I said, I’ve been there, felt that, so no big deal. Now come on, get in the water!”

Samantha watched her walk toward the shallow end. Even with the fairly frumpy suit, Lisa just radiated sex. Those long, long legs reminded her why some people called girls Lisa’s age ‘coltish’.

Lisa waded in, gasping at the coolness of the water.

“Dive underwater, silly, doing it that way takes forever to get used to it,” called out Samantha.

Nodding, Lisa plunged in and swam over to Samantha. She grasped the edge next to her and let out a long breath. “Oh, this is wonderful! Wish we had a pool like this!”

“No problem. Anytime you want to come over, just call to be sure I’m here and jump on in!”

“Really? Oh thanks!” Lisa let go of the edge and hugged Samantha before dropping down into the water for more underwater twists, turns, and flips. She was like a dolphin, dancing in her element.

Samantha drank all this in and thought of suggesting to Lisa that they try skinny-dipping, but then she thought that might be rushing things a little. There was always tomorrow, right?

For the next half hour, Samantha watched Lisa swim and float and bounce all around the pool, at times asking quick questions and then diving back underwater, at other times coming up just long enough to gasp for air and give a giggle, then start another lap or two.

As Samantha was sitting on the side of the pool watching, with her legs in the water, Lisa popped up right in front of her, yelling, “Boo!” Once again the girl stared openly at Samantha’s boobs, in her now fully transparent bikini.

“Eeeek!” Samantha cried in false surprise. They both giggled.

“I’ll bet you get all the guys drooling when you go swimming in that bikini,” Lisa said.

Samantha was impressed with Lisa’s bold words and did not want to miss an opportunity to push things a little further. “That’s true, I guess, but I really wear this to see how the girls will react. That’s how I started out with my last girlfriend. I’m very bi. I hope that doesn’t gross you out, but I won’t lie to you either.”

Lisa’s eyes opened wide as she smiled and said, “Oh my god, no, that’s so cool, really!”

“Honest? You’re not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?”

“Uh-uh. A couple girls in my class are bi, one is a complete les, and anyway, I wouldn’t lie to you either, okay?”

Samantha felt a weight lifted from her. “Whew, thanks, sweetie. I was worried you’d freak out and call your mom or something. Thanks for being cool with it.”

“Gotcha, no problem.”

“All righty now, what say we get out and start thinking about what to eat? I’m gonna take a long warm shower and then wait for you in the kitchen while you do the same. Then we’ll figger out if we want to cook or do pizza or whatever.”

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” said Lisa as she climbed out of the pool, wrapped a big towel around herself, and trotted to her room.

Samantha actually rushed her shower, dried off quickly, and did not blow dry her hair. It hung down, glistening when the light hit it just right. She chose not to put a bra on and picked out a cropped t-shirt that exposed the bottom half of her breasts. She loved this little shirt for teasing. If she reached high for anything, the top would ride up, totally exposing her boobs to anyone wanting to look. And she knew a certain someone already had proven she liked to look, so why not take it to the next step?

While puttering around in the kitchen, Samantha heard the water shut off in Lisa’s shower. Her heart was pounding as she anticipated the delicious moment when she would expose herself to Lisa, and wondering what the sweet little one’s reaction would be.

A few minutes later, Lisa came to the kitchen, dressed in a large Mickey Mouse t-shirt and soft cotton running shorts.

Samantha sucked in her breath but quickly recovered. “You like Mickey too? I have a bunch of stuffed Mickey Mouse dolls and things like that in my room – I’ll show you later!”

Lisa stood like a statue, her mouth open, staring at Samantha’s chest. The tiny top had already ridden up to expose both very stiff nipples.

“Oh, oops, sorry,” Samantha said as she tugged the shirt down a little. “It’s still pretty warm, and it’s just us here, so I hope you don’t mind.”

The girl’s smile returned. “Oh heck no, I’ve been wanting to do that with a couple of my t-shirts, but I’m afraid what my mom might say. She’s kinda strict, you know.”

“Well, what can ya say? You didn’t pick what family you were born into, right? Just gotta make the best of things.”

Lisa smiled and nodded, but kept her eyes locked on Samantha’s boobs.

Having this sweet 12-year-old look at her like this was definitely having an effect. Samantha wanted to just scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, then bury her face in the girl’s pussy, licking her to trembling, shaking orgasms, one after another. She had to warn herself to slow down.

“If you want a soda or whatever, help yourself, the fridge is full,” Samantha said as she took a seat on a stool at the breakfast counter. “Do me a favor and bring me a Coke, will ya?”

Lisa broke her stare and removed two cans of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator.

“Oh, wait, let me get some glasses for us.” Samantha got up and went to the cupboard. Opening it, she reached high for a couple of tall plastic tumblers — resulting in full exposure of her breasts.

This time, she didn’t bother to tug the shirt back down. She stepped to the ice dispenser, filled the tumblers, and returned to sit on a stool next to Lisa, who once again was transfixed by the swaying of Samantha’s boobs, now with a thin strip of white cotton material resting above them.

Samantha decided to act like she didn’t know, or didn’t care. “So, kiddo, whatcha want to eat? I could grill up a couple steaks, or I think we have some leftover spaghetti, or do we order Chinese or pizza?”

Lisa, for her part, was trying to act just as casual, all grown up, and not say a thing about Samantha being virtually topless. “Um, well, cooking might be fun, but it’s a lot of work, right? So I guess pizza would be good, or Chinese. I do like fortune cookies.”

“Okay then, lemme find their number, and Chinese it is,” Samantha said.

She was feeling a rush, exposing herself this way to her new little friend. It was like last summer at the nude beach, when she had so much fun letting everyone see her naked and taking in the beauty of the many naked families there, some with girls around Lisa’s age, just slightly budding out, but still with a totally hairless mound.

After calling and placing their order, Samantha turned toward Lisa and pretended to – at last – notice that she was totally exposed. “Yikes! This top has shrunk even more lately. Sorry, but this is silly, don’t you think?”

She whipped the little shirt off and tossed it across the room. “It’s just us here, and you don’t mind, right?”

Lisa just nodded with her golden smile.

“So,” Samantha grinned, “you said you wanted to do this with one of your shirts but you were afraid your mom might get mad?”

“Yeah. She wants to keep me like her little baby girl, but I’m not a baby anymore. That’s so lame!”

“You won’t hear me arguing with that, hon, you sure are growing up, and beautifully. Just look at your gorgeous long legs. You have such a sweet body, it’s only natural to want to show it off a little. So tell ya what. I have a ton of old t-shirts upstairs. Whatcha say we go up, you pick out a couple you like, and we can crop them to show off your awesome tummy?”

“Can we?” asked Lisa in an excited voice.

“Heck ya, just we won’t be quite as drastic when we crop ‘em as I was with that one, okay?”

Both girls glanced at the tiny shirt now crumpled on the floor – and burst out laughing.

“Okay, I think we have enough time to do that before the food gets here, if we hurry!” Samantha scampered upstairs with Lisa quickly at her heels. “Forgive my sloppy room, I was planning to clean it tomorrow.”

Lisa looked around at how Samantha had things set up, from celebrity posters on the walls to the canopy bed to the computer desk with a pretty screen-saver going… and then back to the older girl’s boobs.

“This is nice,” Lisa cooed. “Really!”

Samantha was feeling more and more horny as enjoyed Lisa’s loving stares. Her nipples remained almost painfully stiff. “Okay, um, over in my dresser, bottom drawer, is a bunch of shirts you can have. Pick out a couple and I’ll find the scissors.”

Lisa giggled as she went through the T-shirts. Some plain, some with bold lettering, others with printed photos of Johnny Depp, Britney Spears, and Christina. She brought two back to Samantha, one a purple print and the other a red one with an abstract design.

“Oh, good choice! Now these will hang a bit baggy on you, but hey, all the more comfy. So, for us to get this right, you gotta try each one on, then we see where you want it cropped.”

Lisa looked a bit confused.

“The shirt you have on now, silly, it’s gotta come off, so we know how these are gonna look on you.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment.

“Okay, if you don’t want to, it’s cool with me. But don’t worry about being embarrassed or anything, heck, you’ve seen mine for a long time now, right? And it’s okay with me.”

“But… it’s just that… yours are so nice and big and pretty, and I have… nothing, really.” The girl was almost on the verge of tears as she looked down at her chest.

“Hey you. Listen to me now. I’m gonna tell you something, but it’s just between us, okay? And remember, I will never, ever lie to you.”

Lisa looked up and nodded.

“Lots of people, people like me, think a young girl’s body is a very special, very wonderful, very beautiful thing, even way before they start sprouting boobies or growing any hair down there.”

The 12-year-old gave her a quizzical look.

“I’m totally serious. And besides, you’ve already got at least a pretty pair of puffy little nipples. Either that or you’ve been teasing me with cotton balls all afternoon!”

Lisa broke out in giggles. “No, I mean, that’s me, for real. Like you said, kinda puffy nipples, but that’s all.”

“Oh my god, that’s enough, sweetie! Really, you are perfect at every stage as you grow. You just gotta have more self confidence about your body – and that’s what we’re gonna work on, starting with these shirts. So come on now, off with the old, on with the new!”

Samantha’s heart leaped as Lisa suddenly lifted off her shirt and tossed it on the bed, exposing two amazingly beautiful pink nipples which seemed to stiffen a little as Samantha stared at them.

“Ohhhh, those are just perfect, sooo pretty! You’re really lucky, and so is anyone who gets to play with them someday!”

Lisa giggled again.

Samantha didn’t know how she managed to restrain herself from clamping her mouth over those sweet buds – but somehow she did. “Okay, so, try one of these on and I’ll mark where we want to cut it off…”

Lisa slipped on the first t-shirt, the red one. It was indeed large across her shoulders and so long she could easily use it as a sleeping shirt. Samantha went quickly to work. Marking the shirt with a sharpie, she had Lisa take it off again so she could cut it with the scissors Samantha had a hard time concentrating what she was doing, because now Lisa was just sitting there, not trying to cover up – looking all ‘matter of fact’ as Samantha stared at her sweet little boobies.

The first crop was a bit uneven, so they trimmed off a little more to straighten it. The final result was a good one. It showed off the girl’s flat tummy while keeping her nips covered.

It went the same for the next shirt, with Samantha not even trying to disguise her stares at Lisa’s chest. She was wondering how smooth Lisa’s pussy was, but caught herself racing ahead in her desires.

Lisa stayed in the purple shirt, looking in the mirror with a new pride in her body.

“If you want,” said Samantha, “take a few of the rest of these home for sleeping shirts. I don’t wear them anymore.”

“Really? Thanks!” Lisa bubbled as she rushed over to give Samantha a hug.

Samantha squeezed the girl tightly, pulling her body close against her. She was sure Lisa could feel her hard nipples poking out as they hugged.

Their embrace was broken by the doorbell. Dinner had arrived. Samantha reached over to grab a t-shirt for modesty and then ran downstairs with Lisa to get the Chinese food.

Continue on to Part Two

Explanations for a Little Girl, Part Two

  • Posted on September 21, 2017 at 8:06 am

By Vickylez

Little Jessica was cuddled with her mom on the couch in front of the TV. It was almost sunset, and the light from the ample window put a golden glow on everything in the cozy sitting room. The TV was muted and silly advertisements silently marched across the screen.

“Then you aren’t mad at me, Mom,” bashfully asked the 10-year-old, “or with Auntie?”

“Of course not, love! I am happy at seeing how happy you are!”

“Why did you cry, then?” She pointed to her mother’s red eyes.

The woman sniffled and lovingly hugged her daughter.

“Darling, sometimes when you are very happy you cry, too. And besides… you are my daughter and this is such a special day for you. My tiny little girl, today stepping onto a new stage. I can’t help weeping a bit, because I love you so much. Now go on, dear, what else.”

The pretty child smiled. She was used to talking openly with her mother. All her life they had chatted just about anything, few things barred. But she blushed now, before resuming her recount of what had happened that day at her grandma’s house. She had found there not her grandmother, but her ravishing Aunt Doris. Just when she so wanted to see Auntie, there she had been for her! With a sweet tiny voice, half-hiding her face against her mother’s shoulder, she went on.

“So Auntie kissed me again, and taught me all about it. I mean…” She stopped.

“Yes, with your tongues. She kisses so well, doesn’t she?”

“Does she! I almost, almost fainted, it was so…”

“Delicious?”

Delicious — yeah! — when she kissed me like that. It was a very long kiss, Mommy, and I didn’t want it to ever end.”

Her mother laughed softly. “I can understand that,” she sighed, “and she was touching you while you kissed, you said?”

“Yes, Mommy, she was caressing me here…” The child pointed to her uncovered thighs. Her short skirt rode very high, and her mother gazed fondly at the delectable sight.

“Mmm, yes,” she whispered, “of course she did. And then?”

“Then she touched my body all over, it was so neat.”

“And she had you put your hands on her breasts…? What did you do then?”

“I held them and played with them too, ‘course, like you told me to do! She was so happy, Mom, she kept doing those funny noises…”

“Moaning… yes, Doris adores having her breasts caressed like that. She used to say she was very careful whom she allowed to touch her tits, you know, because after that they can do anything to her! Her breasts are pretty, don’t you think? Did you like them?”

“Oh, Mom! Did I ever! Her… breasts, tits…?”

“Yes.”

“Her tits are so big and soooo pretty, I love them, Mom!! They are hard but soft, you know? And so hot when you touch them, and their points…”

“Nipples.”

“Nipples!” giggled the little girl. “Her nipples are the most pretty thing ever, so long and hard too.”

“Did you kiss them?”

“‘Course I did, I didn’t want to let them go! But hey, Mom, if you keep asking me things every little moment, I can’t tell it right!”

“Okay, baby! Tell it your own way. Just tell me everything as it happened, so I don’t have to use a corkscrew on you!” They laughed at that.

Jessica’s mother was a beautiful 28-year-old woman, a clear-skinned and long-haired brunette with a most lovely face. Susan had a very nice, curvy body, well-toned by exercise and jazz dance, and her long legs were something you would love to see. While her older sister Doris was a stunning, statuesque woman who cricked necks everywhere she went, Sussy was the dishy young mom next door. But it would be difficult to say who was prettier, just a matter of tastes.

“Well… we was kissing and touching no end, and Auntie kind of put her palms over my chest, rubbing nice and soft my… nipples through my dress. Mommy, I felt them get so hard and big too! They had never been like that! Aunt told me it was because I was aroused, an that this happens to her all the time. I know it does,” she giggled, “I’ve noticed them growing big many times before. I used to wonder at that, now I know it was because Auntie always got aroused with me! Can you imagine that?”

“Yes, I can, baby,” sighed the mother, looking at the tiny points quite noticeable under the light dress of her daughter.

“Your nipples are hard too, Mommy! Will you… will you touch yourself now, the way you do when they get like this?”

“Would you mind if I do, baby?”

“No, I want you to! You know I like to see you getting happy, Mom.”

The girl had seen her mother doing that many times, even touching herself under her skirt. It was no big deal, they had always had a very open relationship at home, with few things hidden from each other. Nudity was also common. She was used to often seeing her pretty mom naked. But Susan had never actually showed her pussy to her daughter as she caressed herself, doing it always under her skirt. Keeping discretion and taste in it, as she ironically told herself.

“Okay, okay, don’t tickle me!” Jessica screeched, “I’ll go on! Well, with all the kissing and touching I was feeling so weird, delicious weird, and Auntie was kissing me on my neck, too… then she got down and began to kiss and rub all over my legs, Mommy, and her kissing kept going up and up, right on my thighs, an’ then… inside them! I was, I don’t know, wild, I could hardly breath when her mouth was going up higher. I opened my legs all I could, to give her room, I soooo wanted her to get to… you know.”

“To your little cunnie, to your pussy…” her mother softly moaned, one hand over her own damp, hot panties.

“To my pussy. I wanted that more than anything, Mom! When she stood up I almost screamed, thinking maybe that was all. But she just took me in her arms, as if I was a little baby, and carried me to Grandma’s bedroom! She put me on the bed. I felt kinda funny, being on Grandma’s bed, you know, but I forgot all about it when she began to kiss me again.”

“Ooh, yes…” hissed Susan, closing her eyes as her fingers, unseen by her daughter, moved aside her panties’ gusset and deeply entered her gushing cunt.

“Then, Mommy, Auntie took down my panties, slow like… she seemed sooo happy to look at me there, she looked at me the longest time. And she told me… should I tell you? She told me it was the most beautiful cunnie she’d ever seen! And that the only other pussy she knew as pretty as mine was…” she giggled and looked at her mother. “She said my cunnie was just like yours!”

She hugged her mom, wriggling her tender body against her mother’s taut breasts, just to feel them and caress them with her own chest. Susan’s hands held her darling firmly by the hips, her fingers brushing in circles the child’s lovely little buttocks. No big deal, either, they were very intimate with their bodies and often caressed each other like that, even naked.

But one peculiar thing: there was always an implicit limit to these caresses. Somewhere there was a line, never crossed, that they both understood and respected. For, even at her most lewd moments, and even if she absolutely delighted in touching her lovely daughter’s sweet young body, the mother had never considered making a lover of the girl, of Jessica. To date, she had never had much of a struggle with it: it was just as natural for her to caress her daughter as knowing where to stop.

“An’ then Mommy… then she kissed me there, there, she kissed my cunnie!! I almost died when she did that! Oh, Mom, it was the most… I had never imagined that! She did so many things on my pussy with her mouth and tongue, I… I can’t right remember what she did, only that it was the wonderfullest, loveliest, deliciousest thing I’ve ever ever felt! Oh, Mom, just thinking about it now…”

The little girl slid her hand between her enticing thighs, cupping her crotch. Susan kissed the top of her head and put her own hand (damp with her juices) over her daughter’s, softly pressing it against her tender pussy.

“Yes, love, I know, I understand,” she sighed hotly. “Touch yourself all you want. But tell me… what next!”

“Next I was feeling so incredibly good, Mommy, more and more good, it seemed I was flying, I really thought I was dying!. But I wasn’t scared, I wanted that more ‘n more ‘n more, till… I dunno, I think I fainted, maybe, cuz then Auntie was touching my face with a damp handkerchief and she looked scared. But I made her alright again, by kissing her mouth and telling her that was my happiest time ever! She started laughing and told me I just had my very first or… or…”

“Orgasm, my love. Or-gas-m. The biggest, sweetest joy, isn’t it? Oh, my dear baby, my little girl…” she sniffled and sobbed a little, hugging Jessica against her. Absentmindedly she gave a small, but hot, kiss on the child’s lips and Jessica gasped. It had been almost, almost like one of her Aunt’s kisses! The moment passed, her mom was caressing her hair. The girl perceived the scent of her mother’s pussy on that hand, a scent familiar to her.

“Then Auntie asked me if I wanted to see her without clothes on. She asked me! Oh Mom, as if I was not crazy wanting to see her that way, since I don’t know when! I helped her with the zipper in the back, and taking off her pretty dress, it was so neat!”

“What was she wearing, my love,” her mother panted, “tell me.”

“She had on a pretty white bra, almost see-through, I could see her big nipples through it, and little white panties, the kind you like, Mom, see-through too. She told me to take the bra off for her, cool! So I undid it, and that was when I first got to see her, um, her tits. Ooh, Mommy, they are so beautiful. She held my head and kissed me, and then she kind of put my face over her tits… and I kissed and kissed them forever, and took her nipples in my mouth like babies do!”

“Ooh,” moaned the mother, “how lovely, she must have been so happy!”

“Yeah, she kept doing those happy sounds all the time. And touching me all over… I was naked, of course. And next, Mommy, I just grabbed her panties and pulled them down! I didn’t ask her, I just did it! She gave a squeal, she seemed to like that a lot, an’ she cried yes, yes, laughing and telling me I was a little devil, her adored little devil, she said.”

Susan was openly masturbating now, under her skirt, but not so much that her daughter couldn’t see her hand moving, and hear the liquid sounds and her mother’s labored breathing. Jessica’s own little hand was also moving, inside her Disney panties.

“I thought she might have lots of hair on her pussy, Mom, but she only has a little, on top. She maybe uses scissors, like you do… well, anyway next we got on the bed again and we kissed and kissed, it was so good! An’ then… she sort of lifted me up, putting me over her face! I didn’t know anything could be so, sooo beautiful as when she began to kiss my pussy again and put her tongue inside me. Inside, Mom, it was the most de-licious thing I have ever felt!”

“Yes, it is, love,” the woman moaned, her hand active on her cunt. “And did you, did you… with her?”

“No, Auntie said today it was just for me to be happy, that next time if I wanted she would teach me how to do that to her. If I wanted it! Mom, oh Mom! Oh, oh, oh… I… I… AAAHH…!!”

She thrashed on her mother’s lap, cute little cries signaling her orgasm. Susan couldn’t help it, she glued her mouth against her girl’s exquisite lips, stifling her moans of joy as she had her own wonderful ecstasy too.

——————

The little girl was sweetly sleeping in her bedroom when Susan’s sister Doris called. The young mother was reclining on the couch, naked, two glasses of wine enjoyed, Mozart playing softly in the background, three orgasms making her body languid and deliciously tired. She was a most happy woman.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.” Susan put her fingers on her pussy again, closing her eyes. What a flow over her fingers.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes,” she sighed, lightly grazing her love button.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.” Susan smiled, remembering her lovely little girl’s face of rapture.

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…” She stiffled a giggle.

At first Susan had been rather nervous about sending the child to see her aunt. Did she really want to make a lesbian of her? But then she had seen things more clearly. There could be no harm in trusting her little girl to her sister, she was sure Doris would never do anything hurtful to her. She knew now she had been right.

“But… I thought you didn’t remember,” Doris was saying.

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years!”

She’d had uncounted orgasms recalling her ravishing sister’s love, all through those years of appallingly unsatisfying boyfriends and an even more disappointing marriage. Her only real joy had been her own fingers spurred on by those remembrances.

“And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too,” she added.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes!”

A sharp arousal suddenly jolted Susan, a new gush flowing from her open cunt. She was seeing in her mind her sister’s incredibly desirable body, asking herself how she could have lived all these years without accepting that she wanted only her. She gasped, pinching her hard nipples.

“And,” she panted, “I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again! I love you.”

“I love you.”

She could tell Doris was masturbating too, she remembered so well her breathing as she’d had her pleasure. “Together, love, let’s do it together…”

“Yes Sussy! Oh, I have loved you all my life… let’s… let’s…”

“Yes, yes! Tomorrow, love!”

“Tomorrow! Yes… ah, ah, I love you, sis… ooh…”

“Yes, YES! Together… now… aah, aah… AAAAAAH!!”

“OOOOHH!!”

They heard each other’s diminishing breaths for a while, no words needed for their bond.

“Tomorrow, darling. I’ll be there.”

“I am counting the seconds, little sister.”

The End