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Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 9

  • Posted on October 28, 2017 at 6:31 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Several days passed, and Tanya was getting horny for Becky once again. She had not been able to get with her best friend, Marcia Daniels, either, so that made her doubly horny for some sex. As she lay in bed that night, gently stroking her pussy, she realized she would still want to do something with Becky, even if Marcia had licked her to orgasms every day since she and her little sister had first engaged in sex together. There was just something about Becky’s bald, little pussy that turned her on.

Becky’s friend Kelli was out of town, and Tanya wanted desperately to hook up with the fourteen-year-old who had introduced Becky to girl-girl sex. Even then, she wanted more than sex with Kelli. She wanted a threesome that included Becky. As it had been doing since their fun the other day, her sister’s hairless pussy seemed to call to her, especially as Tanya lay there that night toying with her pussy and loving how her juices coated her fingers as her masturbation session grew more focused.

She froze as she heard the toilet flush. Tanya knew her mother had used the toilet just an hour ago when she’d finished brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed. Her mom was one of those people who usually fell asleep quickly, so Tanya knew that Becky was the one who had just used the bathroom.

Sure enough, Tanya heard her sister’s bedroom door across the hall click as it closed. Becky was awake. Tanya wondered if she might be interested in some fun.

Rising from her bed naked, she moved to the door and opened it slowly, peeking into the hall to make sure her mom hadn’t awakened. When she saw the coast was clear, she tiptoed across the hall and tapped lightly on Becky’s door. She heard no reply, but she knew Becky was awake, so she opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her.

Becky’s bedside lamp came on, and Tanya saw Becky blinking at her. The younger girl was surprised that her sister had entered her bedroom naked, and Tanya could tell that she suspected where this might lead, since a grin was already spreading on her pretty face.

“What are you doing?” Becky said, as if she didn’t already know.

“I came to see you,” Tanya said, her own grin stating what was obvious to them both.

Becky giggled. “Naked?”

“Sure. I like being naked.”

“What if Mom catches you naked in my room in the middle of the night?”

“If you don’t make a lot of noise, she won’t. She sleeps like the dead. You know that.”  Tanya stood there, looking around her sister’s bedroom at the movie posters and stuffed animals. For the first time, it occurred to Tanya that all the posters were of women, all of them in outfits that accentuated their bodies. Most of the women were braless, their nipples pushing against the fabric of their tops. Tanya found herself wondering if Becky was a full lesbian but hadn’t figured that out yet. Tanya had known for years she was bi, but perhaps her little sister would never like boys at all. Either way was fine with Tanya as long as Becky would always be interested in sex with her. She could imagine themselves as grown and still getting together.

She looked back at Becky, whose eyes traveled down Tanya’s body and back up to her older sister’s devilish grin. “So why are you naked?” Becky asked.

“I think you know why.”

“Should I get naked too?”

“If you want me to get you off, then of course. But that’s up to you.”

Becky hurried out of her pj’s and panties. Tanya loved her little sister’s eagerness.

Climbing into bed with Becky, Tanya asked, “You been touching yourself any lately?”

“Some.”

“Have you made yourself come yet?”

Becky giggled and nodded.

“When?”

“The night after we — well, you know.”

“Yes, I do,” Tanya said. She leaned forward, draping her right leg over Becky’s left and pushing her wet slit against the soft skin of Becky’s thigh. She felt Becky adjust herself and press her own bald pubes against Tanya’s thigh. The two girls began to squirm against each other, seeking the right pressures to make their pussies feel just right. The sisters embraced and kissed, allowing their tongues to coil and dance with each other. Tanya was surprised at how quickly Becky had learned how to kiss. She was only nine, after all.

Tanya reached down to Becky’s pussy, rubbing the child’s slit and coaxing what moisture she could from her immature vagina. After playing with Becky’s mound for a few minutes, Tanya began to kiss her way down her sister’s body, tonguing her nipples and tickling Becky’s navel with her tongue.

Becky giggled loudly at the contact. “Shh!” Tanya said. “Mom’s a hard sleeper, but we don’t want to take any chances.” The teenager continued her journey to Becky’s slit and began to lick the nine-year-old’s clit. Becky began to whimper with lust despite Tanya’s warning to keep as quiet as possible. Her sister’s mouth on her pussy just felt too good, and remaining silent was too difficult.

In the next room, Callie Wheeler, Tanya and Becky’s mother, had read a romance novel until getting sleepy and had turned off her bedside lamp about ten minutes ago. She was nearly asleep when she’d heard a sound that brought her awake again. She sat up. Was that Becky giggling? Why would she be up at this time, and what was she doing that would cause her to giggle? Was she giggling in her sleep perhaps?

Callie thought about this and smiled. If Becky was having a funny dream, she wanted to see her younger daughter laughing in her sleep. She might even try to film it with her phone. It might be fun to share with relatives on Facebook.

Getting up, Callie moved to her bedroom door. Then silently opening it, she tiptoed down the hall toward Becky’s door.

When she noticed that Tanya’s door was open, she wondered where her older daughter was. The bathroom was open and the light off, so she wasn’t there. Was she sleeping with her door open? That seemed odd since she knew both her girls, like most everyone else, always slept with closed bedroom doors.

She peeked into Tanya’s room and could see from the moonlight streaming through the window that her bed was empty. Now puzzled, she turned her attention to Becky’s room. In the dark hallway, she could detect a small amount of dim light coming from beneath the closed door.

Then what Callie heard made her freeze. At first she was confused, wondering what the sound meant. Then what she was hearing became clear. One of her daughters — it sounded like Becky — was . . . moaning? Curious, she pressed an ear to the door and listened.

“Ooh, yes, right there,” Becky moaned.

What? Callie looked at the door as if it were a puzzle she needed to figure out. What was happening in there? She pressed her ear to the door again, straining to hear anything that would help her deny what she suspected.

She heard Tanya shush her sister before saying softly, “You need to control yourself. You haven’t even come yet, and I’m afraid you might scream or something when you do.” If the room hadn’t been small and the door so thin, she wouldn’t have heard what amounted to a confession of what, exactly, her daughters were doing in there.

The moaning began again, but softer now. She wondered if the girls were masturbating. Or were they doing more? She was certain Tanya wasn’t a virgin. She’d found birth control pills in Tanya’s purse one day a few months ago when she was searching for the car keys she had lent her for a night out with her friend Marcia Daniels. Callie had accepted this with a sad smile caused by the realization her older daughter was growing up.

Now, though, she realized that Tanya’s maturity had led her to teach her little sister about things she shouldn’t. It wasn’t that Callie didn’t want Becky to learn about sex and masturbation; she wasn’t a prude. But she felt nine was a bit too young to learn about it, especially from her older sister. If they were masturbating together, that was just a short step away from incest.

Wanting to be sure what exactly was going on despite her fears, she slowly turned the doorknob. The door swung open silently, just far enough so she could see into the room, which was lit by Becky’s bedside lamp.

Moving one eye to the slit in the door, she nearly gasped aloud at what she saw but managed to hold in the sound at the last second.

Tanya was on her knees, her butt and labia staring back at Callie. She was leaning over Becky’s prostrate body, which appeared to be nude — Callie couldn’t tell since Tanya’s body blocked her view. But based on what was obviously happening, Becky would have to be naked — Tanya appeared to be licking her sister’s vulva.

Becky’s eyes were tightly shut. Otherwise, she would have seen the slightly open door and her mother taking in the lewd scene. As Callie watched, Becky reached down, grasped her legs behind her knees and pulled them up, opening her slit more for her sister to enjoy.

Barely breathing, Callie closed the door without a sound and stood there for a moment. Her heart was a jackhammer in her chest. What should she do about this? Her daughters were engaged in an incestuous relationship! While she had enjoyed a little bit of incest in her own life, she was shocked her own daughters were having sex together, doing far more than she ever had at that age. And they weren’t even that close in age! At sixteen, Tanya was a full seven years older than her sister. In fact, she would turn seventeen a month before Becky turned ten.

Tears formed in her eyes. Was Tanya a pedophile?

Hurrying as quietly as she could back to her own room, she lay in her bed to think about what she’d witnessed. She tried to ignore the occasional sounds drifting from Becky’s room next to her own, but that was proving impossible. Needless to say, she was aware when Becky reached her climax and later detected the sound of Tanya doing the same.

Lying in the dark and totally unable to sleep, she tossed and turned until morning, all the while wondering what in the world she would do. She was too embarrassed to talk to them about this, both from what the girls were doing and the fact she had watched them for several seconds. The worst part was the tingling in her own pussy from having seen her daughters together like that. She managed to ignore these feelings as if they hadn’t occurred, chalking them up to her lack of a sex life of her own.

When her alarm went off, she went to shower. As she walked down the hall to the bathroom, she saw that both bedroom doors were closed now, as if nothing had gone on the night before. As Callie prepared for work, the sudden thought occurred to her that her daughters would be alone together all day today, not to mention every weekday until school started again. They would have countless opportunities to repeat last night’s activity. She’d lain awake all night wondering how long this had been going on. Now, she wondered how she would ever get it to stop. Certainly she would not be able to accomplish that without confronting them, but the idea of doing that sent her into a state of near panic.

She realized the only person she could talk to about this was her older sister, Melanie. The girls were still sleeping when she left — no wonder — and as soon as she got in her car and started it up, she pulled out her cell, knowing she would have to call before she talked herself out of it. Too upset to drive, she remained parked in the driveway while the call connected.

When Melanie answered, Callie said, “Mel, I have a problem.” She tried to keep the tears out of her voice.

“What is it, hon?” Her sister’s tone rang with concern.

“Oh, God! I . . . um . . . I caught the girls together last night.”

“Together?” Melanie wondered if she meant what she suspected she did.

“Yes. Together. In bed. Having sex.”

“But Becky’s only nine.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Callie shrieked, nearly in hysterics.

“Calm down, hon,” Melanie said, trying to soothe her sister. “This isn’t as bad as it looks.”

“What?! How can you say that?! My daughters are having sex with each other! Full! Oral! Sex!”

“Okay, I’ll admit the fact Tanya is sixteen and Becky is nine is a bit disturbing, but, hon, a lot of kids are involved in some kind of incestuous relationship. It’s not as if–”

“These are my children!” Callie said, interrupting her sister.

Melanie hesitated to bring up what she felt she must. They hadn’t talked about it in years. “Cal, you, um, do remember what we did, don’t you?”

Callie took a breath and reminded herself that their own relationship when they were kids was the reason she knew she could talk to Melanie about this. “Of course I do, but you’re only fourteen months older than I am, and we didn’t do anything until we were in high school.”

“That’s right, and that’s why I mentioned Tanya’s and Becky’s ages in the first place. But don’t get all upset because it’s incest. We did it.”

“We never licked each other. All we did was hump each other and masturbate together.”

“We sucked each other’s boobs and licked each other’s fingers after masturbating,” Melanie said.

“I know. It was your joke about ‘finger lickin’ good’ that made me stop doing it with you. I was afraid where it would lead.”

Melanie thought about that. “Yes, I know. It was always a regret of mine that we never tried that.”

“Mel!”

“Well, it’s true. You were the prudish one. I wanted to try everything.”

“Can we get back to the current problem?”

“We are talking about the current problem,” Melanie said. “The biggest problem, from what I can tell, is that you’re overreacting.”

“How am I overreacting?”

“Can either of them get pregnant from doing this?”

“Of course not,” Callie said, already regretting calling Melanie.

“Then be thankful Becky isn’t older and that one of them isn’t a boy. You remember the panic I was in when I thought James got me pregnant. Mom and Dad would have killed us both, not to mention the chances for birth defects from a brother and sister making a baby together.”

“Yes, I remember,” said Callie.

“It was the one time I thought your prudishness was a good thing. All you’d ever do was jerk him off.”

“I’m not a prude! Stop saying that.” Callie thought of their older brother, who was now an evangelical preacher who ironically preached against immoral sex more than anything else. The last time she’d seen him, he’d pinched her on the ass. Some things never change.

“You’re certainly more of a prude than I am. At least your brother didn’t take your virginity.”

“True. For me it was a jerk I was stupid enough to marry.”

“And smart enough to divorce. But still, you’re the one who cleaned up your act.”

Callie wondered how the hell they had gotten onto the subject of their own past sex lives, yet she felt powerless to stop it. For some reason, she felt compelled to discuss it, as if talking about their own past would help her deal with her daughters’ incestuous relationship. Perhaps that was why her mind had wandered to James.

Melanie snatched Callie’s attention back to their conversation when she said, “Of course, cleaning up your act kept you from experiencing what it was like to sixty-nine with another girl, but everything has a price, I suppose.”

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” Callie said.

Silence from Melanie greeted that confession. Then Melanie said, “Oh, my God, Cal. Really? When? Who?”

“In college. My roommate.”

“The one you named Tanya after?” Callie had named her daughter Tanya Marie, the middle name after her college roommate.

“Yes.”

Melanie thought back. Callie had seemed very close to Marie. They had visited each other’s families on breaks and everything. Melanie had thought Callie had left all the lesbian sex behind, but she’d been wrong. Callie and Marie had been like . . . lovers. The realization floored her.

“Holy shit! Were you in love with her?” Melanie asked.

“Yes.” It was a simple declaration, but totally unexpected by Melanie.

“Oh . . . wow.”

“Yeah, wow. I think that might be one thing that’s bothering me. I know Tanya likes boys; I’ve found the birth control pills prescribed to her, and she doesn’t need them to regulate her periods. But I’m afraid Becky might become a lesbian.”

“Callie, girls don’t become a lesbian. They either are or they aren’t. It’s not a choice. You know that.”

“Sorry. Poor choice of words,” Callie said and considered whether or not to say what was on her mind, deciding she might as well go ahead and do it. “I can tell you that being one isn’t a fun life. You’re constantly afraid others will find out. You’re afraid it could even cost your job if someone found out. And it makes it even more difficult to find a partner for even a small dinner date.”

Melanie felt as if she might faint. Her sister was confessing to being a lesbian. The weird part was she had never even suspected it until the realization that Callie had loved Marie.

“Oh, honey. I didn’t–”

“I know. I’ve kept it from everyone.”

“Wow again. I mean, was I wrong about you, or what?!”

Mel, how do I handle this with Tanya and Becky?” Callie asked, getting back to the problem.

“Simple, really. You talk to them. In fact, I’d like to be there to help you talk to them about it. Someone has to be there to keep you from making the situation worse if you get all angry or too upset about this. I am right that you tend to overreact.”

“When should I talk to them?”

“Can you take a sick day? I’m off today.”

Callie thought about it and in the end decided putting any discussion off would just make the discussion harder in the long run. “Yes. I’ll call in right now. Can you be at my place in an hour?”

“Sure, hon. See you then.”

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When Becky woke up, she stepped into Tanya’s room without a stitch of clothing on, hoping they could have more fun now that their mother had left for work. She crawled into bed with her big sister and snuggled up to her naked form. Reaching out, she began playing with Tanya’s boob, tweaking the nipple and watching it grow stiff.

Tanya stirred, stretched, and grinned at Becky. “You’re insatiable,” Tanya said.

“What’s insatiable mean?”

“It means you can’t get enough.”

Becky giggled. “I guess you’re right then. I’m insatiable.”

“Well,” Tanya said, stretching again. “Let’s get up and have some breakfast first. I’m up for some corn flakes. How about you?”

Becky agreed and the sisters left the room naked and entered the kitchen, freezing in shock when they saw their mother and aunt there, sitting at the kitchen table.

Despite nudity being commonplace in their home, eating breakfast nude was not. Besides, there was a certain amount of guilt over why they were nude this time. Covering herself as well as she could with her hands and arms, Tanya said, “Mom! We thought you were at work!”

“I was on my way there but I called Melanie first. We all have to talk.”

“What about?” asked Becky, her own hands covering her crotch since she had no boobs to worry about hiding.

Callie looked at Melanie for support. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Melanie said, “Go on. Tell her.”

“Last night,” Callie said.

Becky looked confused, but Tanya suspected immediately what was meant. Still, she asked what was probably a stupid question. “What about last night?”

“I heard the two of you. I wasn’t asleep yet,” Callie said. “I saw you . . . licking your sister’s . . . .” She didn’t have to finish her sentence.

Both girls turned crimson and Becky started to cry.

“There’s no need to cry,” Melanie said. “We’re more understanding than you’d think.”

Still crying, Becky said, “Huh?”

Melanie looked first at Becky, then at Tanya. “Your mother and I did the same thing when we were teenagers.”

The two women had discussed how they would go about talking to the two girls before they woke up. The two had slept in until nearly 9:30, so there’d been plenty of time for them to plan their approach.

Tanya’s jaw dropped. “Are you–? Really?!”

Callie nodded before looking at the floor in shame.

“We were in high school. I was a sophomore, and your mom was a freshman,” Melanie said.

“Do you still–?” Tanya began, unable to complete the question. She had been thinking just last night about continuing this relationship with Becky when they were grown.

“No,” Melanie said. “Your mother became . . . uncomfortable with what we did together, which, from what your mom said, wasn’t as much as the two of you do.”

The girls grew even redder, if that was possible.

“Are we grounded forever?” Becky asked.

“No, sweetheart,” Callie said. “In fact–” She stopped, looked at Melanie with a look that asked if they were sure about this, and continued. “In fact, we’ve decided to let the two of you do what you want with each other.”

Both girls’ jaws dropped this time.

“Do you mean–?” Tanya began.

“Yes,” Melanie said. “The two of you can have sex with each other as often as you like provided nobody is being forced or coerced, and that you keep it inside this house.”

Tanya and Becky stared at each other in disbelief. They were allowed to have sex? Whenever they wanted? It was nearly too good to be true.

“There is one more condition your mother and I decided just before you came out here in your birthday suits,” Melanie added.

“What?” the girls asked in unison.

“We want to watch you.”

“Watch us?” Tanya asked.

“Well, your mom got an eyeful last night already, but she was too shocked to enjoy the beauty of it. Like I said, we had a similar relationship when we were in high school. Only today, we realized we never should have stopped making love with each other. It was a beautiful thing to love each other like that.”

“And we want the four of us to . . . well . . . share those moments with each other,” Callie said.

“You mean you two are going to do it with each other as well?” Becky asked.

“Yes,” Melanie said. “Is that okay with the two of you?”

The girls looked at each other and shrugged. “Sure,” they said.

“How about breakfast first before we get to the main course?” Melanie asked.

Their aunt smiled at the girls and stood, beginning to undress. She had secretly longed to have sex with Tanya at least. Now, she would indulge her most secret desire: sex with a girl as young as Becky. Of course, that had not been part of the discussion yet, but she knew it would eventually lead there, if not today, then certainly one day soon.

Within a few minutes, both women were as naked as the girls. After Tanya and Becky had some cereal, Melanie led the way to Tanya’s room.

Callie indicated the girls should get on the bed and begin. Then she and Melanie sat on the bottom corners of the bed to watch.

Callie hoped she was doing the right thing.

Chapter 10 is coming soon!

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 8

  • Posted on October 14, 2017 at 8:03 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Several days passed, and Becky had been thinking of her fun with Kelli ever since the time she had gone to the teenager’s house and gotten naked with the older girl. She wanted to have more fun, but Kelli hadn’t been home the past couple of days. She spoke to one of the girls who lived next door to Kelli, and the girl — she thought her name was Lana or Laura — said Kelli and Kate had gone out of town on a family emergency, but they would be back soon.

“Why you wanna see Kelli?” the girl asked, looking suspicious that a nine-year-old like Becky would be looking for a fourteen-year-old.

“She loaned me a quarter the other day and I wanna pay her back,” Becky said. Becky loved old movies about gangsters, and she had heard that line used to explain why someone was being looked for a hundred times, at least. Of course, in the movies it was a lot more than twenty-five cents, but she knew if she said a big amount, the older girl would know she was lying.

Becky went back home, feeling very horny for a girl who had only learned about orgasms just a few days before. She had heard about them, but she had never actually had one until Kelli licked her coochie. She remembered that Kelli said she should call it her pussy, but Becky still called it her coochie in her own mind. Becky wanted Kelli to lick her there again, not to mention how she wanted to lick Kelli this time, but now Kelli was out of town. Disappointed and sexually frustrated for the first time in her life, she trudged home, where Tanya, her sixteen-year-old sister was in charge of watching her.

When Becky walked into her house, a memory struck her, and she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before. She had caught her sister Tanya touching her own coochie before, even though Tanya had no idea she had been caught with her hand on her privates. She wondered if she could somehow get Tanya interested in playing around like that with her. She might even be able to get Tanya to lick her. She might even get to lick Tanya in return!

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Tanya Borden lay on her bed, wishing she didn’t have to keep an eye on her bratty little sister. Her mom treated her like a slave, making her do the babysitting instead of hiring someone to do the onerous job. Tanya was especially upset that her mom didn’t give her one fucking dime to babysit. “I put a roof over your head and food in your stomach. That should be enough,” her mom had said. The bitch! How would she like it if her boss at her office said, “I provide you a place to get away from your kids for a day, so you don’t get paid because that should be enough”?

At least Becky didn’t sit around the house all day and mope or watch TV or something. She was an outdoor girl and spent most of her time playing outside, usually alone since the cretin was unable to have friends or something. Tanya had friends, but they weren’t allowed to come over during the day because her bitch of a mom said no friends allowed. “You and your sister can entertain each other,” her mom had said when she’d complained about not being able to have any fun while watching the little twerp.

So, instead of having friends over to talk about guys, she had to talk to them on the phone. The only problem with that was that if ‘her highness’ walked in to demand a snack or anything else, Tanya had to end the call because what she talked about with her friends was not for her sister’s ears. Hell, it wasn’t for any nine-year-old’s ears. Either they were talking about guys and sex or just sex. Becky didn’t know shit about that stuff, and the way her mom protected the little witch, she probably wouldn’t know anything about it until she was forty or something.

As she lay there that morning having a silent hissy fit about her unpaid job, a thought crossed her mind. It had been rolling around in her brain for about a week, but now it was starting to become an obsession. What if she taught that little shit, Becky, about sex? It would serve her mom right if her little angel learned about sex at such an age. When Tanya was nine, she only knew you peed out of your pussy. Oh, sure, she’d managed to discover that certain pressures and touches felt good, but that was all. She had no fucking idea what to do about it. It wasn’t until a friend had told her about online porn when she was ten that Tanya got curious and went looking for some of it to satisfy her curiosity. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. She had indeed managed a shit-load of satisfaction from the online treasures she found.

First there were stories out there by the millions. At first, all of them turned her on just because they — and the feelings she got from them — were new to her. Then she realized there were certain stories that turned her on more than others. Then she began seeking stories by certain authors because their writing was better than that of most of the other writers.

Then, just last week, she had found the mother lode. She had read stories like these before and was quite surprised they turned her on. She had no idea why they did; they just did. The realization made her feel rather pervy. She encountered the first of them at a site called nifty.org. Then she discovered a few other sites through links, but when she found this one site a week ago yesterday, she had been forced to admit that if this stuff really did turn her on as much as it had, then she would just have to accept that she was a perv. Or maybe she was more normal than she knew and that people just never admitted how they felt about such things.

The site she had found the week before was called Juicy Secrets. The stories were about girls having sex with other girls, but it was more than that. She had found that most of the stories involved incest, which was pervy enough, but they also involved little girls. It was pedo stuff, but with women and older girls having sex with the younger ones instead of men.

At first, she thought about how the girls in the stories were all much more in tune with their bodies than real girls their age, deciding that was why they called it fantasy. Then Tanya had read some of the comments from some of the readers, as well as some of the authors. Apparently, there were a lot of girls who had learned about sex and orgasms at a young age. She had begun corresponding with one of the authors and an owner of the site, Cheryl Taggert, who told her that yes, she had actually discovered those ‘good feelings’ when she was little. Very little, in fact, like only four.

Tanya had been forced to admit her secret fantasy to herself. She still liked guys and enjoyed sex with them on occasion. But what really had started to turn her on was the idea of having sex with a little girl. A little girl who was willing and eager to do the things she thought about.

The sixteen-year-old had enjoyed girl-girl sex, but always with friends her own age. She and Marcia Daniels had even allowed a couple of boys they liked to watch them together. It was kinky and fun until the boys wanted to horn in on what they were doing. That was when they made a pact never to let a boy watch them again.

Now, she began to wonder if Becky would do stuff like that with her if she taught her about it. She knew the twerp wouldn’t tell, even if she didn’t want to do it, because she knew what kind of a living hell the house would be if their mom found out that Tanya had even attempted such a thing.

As Tanya lay there that morning, images began to crowd her brain. She saw herself talking Becky into messing around, getting the little imp naked with her, and having her baby sister lick her pussy, which was rapidly demanding some attention. She wondered what it would be like to lick Becky’s bald pussy. She had seen it before, of course. They rarely worried about brief flashes of nudity as they traveled from taking a bath to their bedrooms, not even their mother, whom the girls saw naked nearly every day since she kept her bedroom door open while she got ready for work each morning after her shower. Not only that, they had only one bathroom, and female nudity was fairly common in the hallway that led from the bathroom to each of the bedrooms.

Until recently, her naked sister never turned her on. Now, it seemed to be all she could think about. Since discovering the Juicy Secrets website, fantasies involving Becky had increased in frequency. This morning they were the only thing she could think about. She had even stopped being so pissed at her mom. Yes, she saw seducing Becky as pay-back at her mom for making her watch her sister all the time, but it was also very enticing. When she felt a sudden, wet throbbing in her pussy, she realized it was more than enticing. It was becoming damn near a necessity.

Tanya was wearing gym shorts that morning, along with her panties and a midriff t-shirt. Reaching down, she squeezed her pussy, feeling the electricity shooting through the excited flesh. She glanced at her bedside clock, which showed 8:27 a.m. Becky had left the house just a short time ago. She had knocked on Tanya’s bedroom door and said she was going out to play, and that meant she wouldn’t be home for at least another hour or two, depending on when she decided she wanted a snack.

Tanya grasped the waistband of her gym shorts and peeled them down. Then hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her cotton panties, she tugged them over her butt and hips and off. Then she lifted the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. She noticed Becky had left her bedroom door slightly ajar when she had left to go outside, but Tanya decided not to worry about it. Becky wouldn’t be home until well after she finished coming. In fact she felt she would have time for a shower and a phone call to Marcia by the time her little sister came back home.

She had plenty of time. She might come four or five times before getting out of bed, though she usually stopped at two — three at the most.

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Becky thought about Tanya as she quietly entered the house. She wondered if Tanya had fallen back to sleep. She would do that sometimes, and the house was completely quiet, so naturally, Becky assumed her sister was still in bed.

She wondered how she should get her sister interested in sex. It wasn’t as if she could just walk up to her and say, “Kelli, that girl down the block, taught me about orgasms. You wanna give me one?” She had no idea how to bring up the subject of sex. She sat on the sofa and thought about it for several minutes. She wondered if she could confess to catching Tanya touching herself but decided against that idea since that might only make Tanya mad.

Then she came upon a plan that might work. Maybe she could tell her that someone she knew had told her about sex and touching and so she was coming to her big sister to find out what was true about it.

Becky smiled, rose from the sofa, and tip-toed down the hall to Tanya’s bedroom door. The carpet helped hide the sound of her footsteps as she approached the partially open door. Just as she was about to knock softly, she heard something that made her freeze, her hand less than an inch from making contact with the door. She felt her mouth drop open.

She heard Tanya whimper. She could have thought it was Tanya crying about something, but Tanya rarely cried anymore. Also, the sound was now familiar to Becky. She had heard that same sort of whimpering from Kelli when she was about to have an orgasm. It also sounded like Tanya that time she had caught her sister touching her coochie.

Becky felt confused, aroused, and lucky, all at the same time. She wondered what she should do now that Tanya was doing stuff to herself, which led to the confusion. Her arousal was due to the fact Tanya was masturbating on the other side of the partially open door, and she felt lucky because the idea that Tanya was already turned on somehow made what she had to do easier. For a moment, she wondered if she should just walk in and catch her, but she decided against that idea. Just like confessing to catching her before, catching her now could just make Tanya mad.

Becky decided to stick to her original plan. The difference now was that she was aware that Tanya was already horny and wanting an orgasm. Becky hoped that would give her an advantage. Taking a deep breath and doing her best to make her pussy calm down, she knocked gently on the door.

Except that her knock was a little too gentle. Tanya didn’t even seem to notice it. She took another breath and knocked again, more forcefully this time.

“What?!” Tanya said.

“Can I come in?” Becky asked.

She heard some scrambling on the bed, followed by Tanya saying, “Uh, sure. Okay.”

Becky walked in and immediately knew Tanya was naked under the covers of her bed. Her big sister was holding the covers up nearly to her chin in an effort to cover as much of herself as possible.

As soon as she crossed the threshold of the door, Tanya said, “Yeah? What is it?”

“I — uh — needed to talk to you ’bout something.”

Tanya heaved a heavy sigh and said, “What? And make it quick.”

“Well, uh,” Becky began then wondered if she could go through with it. She continued, “Uh, well, I mean, I was, uh–”

“Jeez, Becky! Either say what you need to say or go away. I’m busy!”

Becky felt her cheeks beginning to burn. She turned to leave but stopped herself. Her teacher had told her she needed to be more assertive, explaining what the word meant, and this was, after all, her sister. Tanya might hate her, but this would not make her hate her any more than she already did. She decided at the last second to take the more direct route.

“I know what it is you’re doing.”

Tanya stared at Becky. How could she know? She’s just nine. Then Tanya realized her little sister might know more than she thought. That erotica author Cheryl did at age nine.

“What was I doing?” Tanya asked in an accusatory tone.

“You were playing with your coochie.” There, thought Becky. That was assertive.

Tanya stared at Becky, wondering what to say next. After a beat, she said, “How would you know that?”

“I just know.” Becky didn’t want to involve anyone else in this conversation if she could help it, and explaining how she knew might require mentioning Kelli.

“Were you spying?”

“No. I’ve just–”

“Just what?” Tanya asked, wondering where the fuck this was going.

“I’ve seen you doing it before — and heard you.” There, the cat was out of the bag now. “And I heard you when I walked up to your bedroom door just now.”

Tanya squinted at her little sister. “When did you see me before?”

“A while back,” Becky answered. “I don’t remember what day or anything. It was a couple of weeks ago, I think.”

“You didn’t tell Mom, did you?”

“Of course not. She’d hit the roof.”

Tanya wasn’t sure what her mom would do exactly since she had to know most girls masturbate. Hell, even her mom might since she was still a healthy young woman and had no man in her life, or woman for that matter. Tanya mostly didn’t want the embarrassment of her mom knowing it for certain.

“Well, thanks for that. Anyway, since you know what I was doing, maybe you know I want to get back to it, so what did you want to ask me?”

“Actually,” Becky said and swallowed hard. “I was kinda hoping you might, uh, let me watch.”

“Watch?” Was Becky saying what Tanya thought she was saying?

“Yeah. You see, well, I — uh — I get to feeling like that too.”

Tanya immediately thought of Cheryl Taggert, who had discovered sexual stimulation at age four. Then the older girl realized this was tantamount to a dream come true. If Becky was wanting to watch her, maybe she was willing to . . . do more.

Tanya said, “You feel horny sometimes, too?”

“Yeah.”

Tanya glanced around the room, as if something might be written somewhere to advise her how to go about this. Then she looked at Becky. “Are you — horny right now?”

Becky nodded.

“Well, um, I’m, uh, naked,” Tanya said, blushing. Each word felt like a paragraph all its own.

Be assertive! Becky thought and said, “Can I see?”

“You promise you won’t tell?”

“I promise.”

“Not anybody,” Tanya said.

“Sure.” Becky’s eyes were glued to the covers. She had seen Tanya naked many times before, and it surprised her that for some reason this felt different. She was so used to seeing Tanya naked, she could draw her in the nude from memory if she had that talent. This time, though, it felt entirely different. The thought of seeing Tanya naked now gave her goosebumps. She felt twinges in her coochie at the thought of it.

“Okay,” Tanya said, and pulled the covers back, exposing her naked body to her little sister’s gaze. Becky’s focus floated over her sister’s body, landing on the girl’s pubes. She noticed that the inner labia, which were slightly visible, were shiny, reddish pink and wet. This made her remember Kelli’s coochie from a few days before.

“How do you touch yourself?” Becky asked, the inflections indicating she touched her own pussy as well.

Tanya reached down and began to massage her clit softly, wanting to make this last, especially if this might lead to fulfilling her fantasy.

Becky continued to stare at Tanya. I’m watching my sister do herself, she thought. And she’s letting me watch. The thought excited Becky, and she crossed her legs where she stood, pinching them together to stimulate her coochie.

Tanya noticed Becky’s movements and said, “Why don’t you come over here where you can see it better?”

Becky seemed to leap upon her sister’s bed, moving down to where she could see what Tanya was doing to get the most from her touches.

Before she got too involved to be able to do more than come, Tanya stopped for a moment and said, “Why don’t you get undressed too?”

“Are you sure?”

Tanya smiled. “Absolutely.”

Becky stood up and shucked her clothes. She stood before her big sister, totally naked, but now naked in a way she never had been before. She was now horny and naked. And that made a world of difference.

She jumped back on the bed and watched as Tanya once again began massaging her coochie. After a moment, she said, “Paula Franklin says sometimes people lick and kiss coochies.”

Tanya froze, wondering if she hadn’t gone to sleep and this was just a dream. Starting back again with her masturbation, she said, “Yeah. She’s right. They do.”

“Have you ever done that? Licked a girl’s coochie?”

Tanya thought, in for a penny. . . . “Well, you promise never to tell?”

“I said I did before.”

“Well, that has to go for everything.”

“It does.”

“Then, yes. As a matter of fact, I have.”

“Do you like it?”

This was too good to be true! Tanya wondered if she was dreaming. “Yes.”

“You wanna lick mine? I’ll lick yours!” Tanya almost laughed, thinking how Becky said it as if she would have to reciprocate to get Tanya to lick her pussy. She wouldn’t have to do that, of course, but she certainly wouldn’t turn it down.

For her part, Becky, who had never licked or kissed a coochie before, had been thinking about it ever since Kelli had licked her pussy to her first orgasm and wanted desperately to try it. She had licked Kelli’s fingers after they were coated with the older girl’s juices, and she had since decided she absolutely loved the taste and wanted to lick a coochie herself.

“Do you know what a sixty-nine is?”

“No, what?”

“It’s when one person lies on top of another person with their faces toward each other’s pussies — or at least it would be with two girls — and they lick each other there.”

“You wanna do that?” Becky asked.

“Sure, babe. Lie face down on top of me with your head at my puss.”

Becky did as instructed and stared at the wet pussy before her. She’d done it! Tanya was going to lick her while she licked Tanya. And it had been so easy, it was almost as if Tanya had wanted to do it as much as she did.

Becky bent her head to lick her sister’s coochie. Tanya’s flavor was different from the brief taste Becky had had when she licked Kelli’s finger, but only slightly so. Tanya’s fluids were delicious and warmer than the taste she’d had of Kelli’s, probably because it had been outside the girl’s coochie for a while when she had licked Kelli’s cream-covered finger.

This, however, was like warm honey. Becky savored the flavor and wondered if she could ever get enough of it.

Tanya couldn’t believe how easy this had been. It was as if some force had seen to it that her dream became a reality. She molded her mouth to her baby sister’s pussy, flicking the nine-year-old’s clit with her tongue. Becky bucked her hips as her big sister brought her nearer to an orgasm with each swipe of her tongue.

Soon, Tanya began to come, her moans and screams muffled by Becky’s pussy. Soon after Tanya reached her climax, Becky entered her own, the second of her young sex life. The child bucked up and down and side-to-side, grinding out the orgasm as it slammed through her. It was much better than the one with Kelli, and she wondered why that was.

As she and Tanya lay beside each other, caressing the softness of the other, Becky asked about it, saying she had only had one other orgasm but that this one was much better.

“Your first is sort of a training experience,” Tanya said. “As you have more and more, they get better and better.”

“Oh,” Becky said, and lay there continuing to stroke her sister while basking in the afterglow of sex.

“Were you masturbating when you had your first one?”

Without thinking, Becky said, “No, Kelli was lick–” Her eyes widened in shock that she had accidentally told about what she and Kelli had done. She stared at Tanya.

“You can’t tell! Swear you won’t!” Becky said, near tears.

“Of course, I won’t, babe. Who am I to go telling on someone like that?” Tanya, whose attitude toward her baby sister had changed drastically in the past hour, held Becky close and kissed her on the head, soothing her and calming her. “Don’t cry, baby. I won’t tell. I promise.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Becky sniffled as the tears began to dry up.

“I do want to meet with Kelli, though. That sounds like fun.”

Becky grinned up at her big sister. “Okay, but let me talk to her first. She’s not home now, but she should be back soon. They’re out of town on a family emergency.”

“That’s cool, hon. Until then, we still have each other, right?”

Becky’s grin grew bigger. “Right.”

Continue on to Chapter 9

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 7

  • Posted on October 6, 2017 at 9:07 am

By Cheryl Taggert

After Kelli watched her sister leave on her bike, she headed over to see Laura and Emily. She had started thinking about them when she was taking her shower that morning and using the shower head for what she knew the manufacturers had really invented it for. Then in the middle of enjoying the feel of the spray on her clit, she had imagined the sisters next door and realized she wasn’t ready to come just yet. She had gotten out of the shower, dressed, and was headed to her neighbor’s house when she’d seen Kate leaving on her bike.

She was suspicious of where Kate was going, but only in a curious way. She certainly didn’t mind if Kate was going to have fun with a friend. She certainly was. Kelli wondered if Kate was going to see the two little girls from the orgy the other day. If so, she knew Kate would have a wonderful time. Hell, they didn’t even have to worry if the girls were cramping from their periods and not interested in sex since they were far too young for that.

Ringing her neighbor’s doorbell, she waited. The door opened, and Sandra stood there, smiling.

“Are Laura and Emily busy?” Kelli asked.

“Not right now,” Sandra said before winking at the young girl. “But they were busy earlier before their father left.”

Kelli wondered about this. Was Sandra saying they had fucked their dad or something? Kelli just said, “Oh,” and left it at that. She could ask the sisters about the meaning of their mother’s remark.

“Come on in,” Sandra said, and Kelli walked in. “They’re still in their bedroom.”

“Okay,” Kelli said and walked down the short hall to their bedroom door. She didn’t bother to knock and entered.

Laura and Emily were lying in their shared bed, naked but not involved in any sex. “What’s up?” Kelli asked.

“Mom came in this morning and attacked us,” Laura said.

“Attacked you?” Kelli asked.

“Well, more like raped us,” Emily offered, giggling.

“Oh,” Kelli said. “That must be what she meant.”

“Meant by what?” Laura asked.

“She said you two had been busy before your father left. I wondered if it meant he was involved now.”

“No fucking way!” Laura said, and Emily was happy to hear her sister shared her opinion about getting their father involved.

“So… you interested in some fun?” Kelli wanted to know.

“Well, normally yes, but the session with Mom this morning sorta took the edge off, you know?” Laura replied.

“Oh.” Kelli stood there wondering what she could do now. She had gotten close to an orgasm that morning and her pussy was starting to demand some action. Frustrated didn’t begin to address how she was feeling. “Then maybe I’ll see what Kate is up to. She went out on her bike this morning and I had the feeling she might be headed somewhere to have fun with someone, maybe Linda and Mandy.”

“Okay,” Emily said. “Maybe later?”

“Sure,” Kelli said and left the house, telling Sandra good-bye on her way out.

She went to her own bike and mounted it, knowing the seat would be pressing just right on her pussy and wondering if she might just ride around and get off that way. She hadn’t done that in years, maybe since she was Kate’s age.

Riding into the street, she decided to head toward where she knew Linda and Mandy lived, hoping to find something fun happening there. A little more than a block away, she came upon another little girl from the neighborhood, Becky.

As she passed, Becky said, “Have you seen your sister this morning?”

Kelli stopped and straddled her bike. “Yeah, I saw her leave our house this morning on her bike.” Kelli figured the girl might be wanting to see if Kate wanted to play or something, even though Becky was two years younger than Kate.

“I saw her too,” Becky said, grinning. Something about that grin told Kelli there was more to it than just an exchange of ‘hellos’ between Kate and Becky.

“And?” Kelli asked, hoping whatever it was that Becky would tell her about it.

“And she wasn’t wearing any panties.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. She showed me her coochie.” Then after a brief pause, she added, “And her butt.”

“She did?” Kelli was really getting turned on listening to the little girl, who had obviously liked seeing Kate’s intimate areas.

“Yeah, she made sure I saw her coochie. Then she flipped up her skirt when she was leaving and I saw her butt.” Becky was wondering if Kate might get in trouble for what she’d done, and despite liking Kate, she sort of hoped she would. “Is she gonna be in trouble?” Becky asked hopefully.

“Probably not. We go around naked in our house a lot.”

“Doesn’t your mom mind you two going naked?”

“Naw. She goes naked too.” Kelli looked at the girl intently. “But if you tell anyone I’ll say you’re lying and suggest you might be doing naughty things to be saying that.”

“I won’t tell,” Becky said. Then she changed the subject, at least a little bit. “Kate said I should try goin’ without panties and wear a skirt sometime. She said it feels real good.”

“She’s right,” Kelli said, realizing for the first time she was doing her best to seduce the nine-year-old.

“Tanya might not like it, though,” Becky said. “And I know my mom wouldn’t.”

“Who says they have to know?” Kelli asked.

Becky looked over her shoulder at her house then back at Kelli. “But I’m wearing shorts right now,” she said.

“True, but if you want to, we might have a lot of fun together at my house. You wanna do that?”

“What kind of fun?” Becky asked. It was more or less what she’d said with Kate that morning.

“Grown-up kind of fun.”

“Would it mean taking off my shorts and panties?” Becky asked.

“If you wanted to,” Kelli said. “But you’d have to swear never to tell anyone, though. We could both be in a lot of trouble. More trouble than we’ve ever been in before.”

“But you said your mom is okay if you go around naked.”

“She is. I’m talking about your mom.”

“Oh. You’re right. She’d be real unhappy if she knew we were playing grown-up games with each other.”

“Have you ever played grown-up games before?” Kelli asked.

“Yeah, with my cousin, Janet. She’s eleven.”

“That’s Kate’s age,” Kelli said, and instantly wondered if Janet might be fun to know. “So, you wanna go to my house and play?”

Becky smiled. “Sure. Let me tell Tanya where I’ll be.”

“Okay, but tell her you’re going to play with Kate. She might get suspicious if you tell her you’re going to play with a fourteen-year-old.”

Becky giggled. “Yeah. She might know we’re gonna play grown-up games then.”

“Has she ever caught you playing grown-up games before?”

“No, but I’ve seen her doing things when she’s alone and doesn’t know I’m watching her.”

Kelli suspected what that probably was but wanted to get Becky over to her house before they talked about that. “Okay, well, you go tell her you’re coming over to play with Kate. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Okay,” said Becky, and she scampered home to tell her sister where she would be.

Kelli went home, and about ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. As she opened the door, she found a noticeably nervous Becky standing there. The little girl was shifting her weight from one foot to the other and looking over her shoulder as if afraid of being seen entering the house.

“It’s okay,” Kelli said. “If you don’t want to do this, I’m fine with that.”

“No,” Becky said. “I want to go naked in your house with you.”

Kelli realized Becky had little idea, possibly none at all, about what could happen between them if they decided to do more than just walk around naked. She recalled her mother’s words about never doing anything with anyone without that person’s express consent to do precisely what her daughters wanted to do. Her mom had made it very clear that the other girl needed to know exactly what would happen and be willing without coercion. Kelli knew if she was going to have more fun with Becky, she would have to explain exactly what she wanted to do and make sure Becky wanted to do that, too. She also knew she had to ensure Becky knew that saying ‘no’ was perfectly okay, too.

“Well, come on in,” Kelli said. Then she led the girl over to the sofa in the TV room, making sure the curtains were closed in case someone else came around to snoop the way Sandra had. That had turned out fine, but Kelli didn’t want to find out if it would be okay if it ever happened again.

“So, you want to go naked around my house with me?” Kelli asked.

“Yeah,” Becky said. “But I’m kinda nervous about it.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“Cuz we would get in trouble if we’re caught.”

“Yeah, I guess we would,” Kelli said, knowing full well she would only be in trouble if she didn’t make sure Becky wanted to do any of the things they ended up doing. Becky, though, could get in a lot of trouble. Kelli knew Becky’s mom was really involved in her church, and she knew that the woman had been very outspoken about things like teen sex and LGBT issues, and none of the woman’s words were complimentary. She also needed to make sure Becky would not feel any guilt over what they did, regardless of how little or how much they did.

“Becky, how did it make you feel to see Kate’s — coochie?” She chose to use Becky’s more childish term for pussy.

“I was embarrassed at first.”

“Did you feel anything — well — physically?”

“You mean — down there?” Becky asked, obviously meaning her pussy.

“Yeah. Did you feel kinda, well, funny down there?”

“You mean did I get the tingles?”

Ahh, yes, there was a good way for a girl her age — and inexperienced — to refer to being turned on by something. “Yeah, did you?”

“Would it be bad if I did?”

“No. You can’t help how your body responds to things.”

“Well, yeah. That was why I was embarrassed at first. When I saw her coochie, I felt my own coochie kinda, well get tingly.”

“When you did things with your cousin Janet, did you feel tingly then, too?”

“Yeah.” Becky smiled at the memory. “That was fun.”

“What did you two do together?” Kelli asked.

“She showed me how to hump against her leg and she humped against mine.”

“Did you like that?” Kelli asked, already knowing the answer based on Becky’s face.

Becky grinned. “Yeah.”

“Do you know what an orgasm is?” Kelli asked. She knew the child had been somewhat sheltered and might not know.

“I’ve heard about them, but I really don’t understand what it is.”

Kelli played a hunch. “When you and Janet were playing around and humping each other, did she get all kinda trembly and started breathing kind of hard in, like, gasps?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And did she sort of grunt, like in a rhythm?”

“Yeah.”

“She was having an orgasm.”

Becky’s jaw dropped. “She was?”

“Yeah.”

“Was that all it was? Just some breathing and grunts?”

Kelli had to stifle a laugh, but a chuckle still broke through. “Well, it’s more than that. You see, it’s, well, it’s a peak of sexual desire. It’s a really BIG tingle in your pu– your coochie.”

“Okay,” Becky said. “You mean it feels real good?”

“Oh, yes. It feels… amazing!”

“I wish I could feel one,” Becky said. “Do you feel them?”

“Yes. All the time.”

“When did you feel your last one?”

“Well,  um, it was a few days ago when I was having fun with Kate and some other girls and, um, women.”

“Really? Who else?”

“I can’t tell you that. You see, I can’t tell you about them anymore than I would tell anyone else about you. What happens in here is just between us.” Another idea occurred to Kelli. “What did you see your sister doing when she didn’t know you were watching?”

Becky laughed. “She was touching her coochie. Kinda rubbing it.”

“Did you watch her for long?”

“No. I was scared she see me and get mad.”

“Okay, but you see that’s something else a girl can do to have an orgasm. She can rub her own pu–” Kelli paused and then decided it would be too difficult to keep using a word she wasn’t used to. “A girl can rub her own pussy. Sorry, but that’s the word I like to use.”

“That’s okay. It’s the word Kate uses too. I kinda like it cuz it’s a naughty word. At least my mom says it is.”

“But your mom isn’t here,” Kelli said, and Becky laughed.

“That’s just what Kate said!”

“So we can call it a pussy?”

“Sure. I can call it pussy too?”

“Sure,” Kelli said. “You want to get naked with me now?”

“Okay.” Kelli could tell Becky was a lot calmer now. And curious about orgasms.

Kelli stood up and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She was braless and her boobs bounced. She looked at Becky, and the girl was wide-eyed and her mouth was hanging open.

“Wow! Real boobs that aren’t my sisters!”

Kelli laughed. “There’s more. You want me to continue taking off my clothes?”

Becky just nodded, her mouth still hanging open and her eyes still bulging.

Kelli reached down and tugged her shorts down, leaving her in just her panties. She smiled at Becky and hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled the bikini underwear down to her knees and off.

Becky stared at the teenager’s pussy. That word — pussy — went through her mind. I’m looking at Kelli’s pussy, she thought to herself and felt her own pussy swell at the sight into a decided puffiness. It was what she had always thought of as getting the tingles. Now, she knew there was more to it than that. She hoped she might find out exactly what that was soon. Maybe today, in fact, if she could talk Kelli into showing her about orgasms. She hoped so.

“Your turn,” Kelli said.

Becky stood and took off her clothes as fast as she could, pulling her shorts and panties down together. Seconds later, they were both naked.

Becky said, “Can I walk around in your house?”

“Sure, babe. Just don’t go into any room with open windows. Sometimes people peek.”

“Okay,” the girl said and turned to walk out of the room. Kelli followed her as she walked down the hall and into Kelli’s mother’s bedroom.

Becky stopped to stare at the woman’s bed while Kelli stopped to stare at the little girl’s butt, which was beginning to gain a more mature shape, but only barely so. It was the perfect example of a cross between a child’s butt and a teenager’s.

It made Kelli’s mouth water. She hoped she could control herself and not attack the girl. Her pussy was still frustrated from being close to an orgasm in the shower that morning, followed by a disappointing visit to Laura and Emily, then finding Becky and getting so horny the girl thought she could come with nothing more than a rub or two.

“Wow. Your mom sleeps there,” Becky said. “I think your mom’s pretty.”

“So do I,” Kelli said. If she only knew ran through the teenager’s mind.

“And you’ve seen your mom naked?” Becky said.

“Yes.” Then Kelli decided she would take a chance. “Becky?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve agreed that what happens here stays here, right? That we tell absolutely nobody what happens today?”

“Yeah, why?”

“If I show you something, well, really sexy, do you promise not to tell anyone?”

“Sure,” Becky said, her eyes widening again.

“This is something, like, really adult. You sure you wanna see it?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, come with me.” Kelli walked over to her mom’s closet and opened the drawer with the movies in it. Lesbian movies. Porn. Real women having real sex. And real orgasms.

Becky stared into the open drawer. “Are those movies?” Kelli smiled and nodded. “Of… sex?”

“Yes. Sex between women, like what you and your cousin do.”

“Can we –” The question would lead to something so forbidden in Becky’s mind she couldn’t say it.

Kelli finished the question for her. “Watch some?”

Becky looked at Kelli, her face stunned at the prospect of watching a movie where women had sex with each other. She nodded.

“You sure you want to? Remember, you can’t tell anyone. And you have to be okay with watching it. No deciding later you shouldn’t have and getting all guilty about it.”

“Okay,” Becky said. She was so interested and curious about the DVD’s, she would have promised anything.

“Let’s go into the den,” Kelli said.

When they got there, she put one of her favorites into the machine and started it up. Within seconds, they were watching two girls, both gorgeous and with bald pussies, licking each other.

“Girls do that?” Becky asked.

“Yep. You’re watching two girls do that, aren’t you?”

“Have you ever done it?”

Kelli was anticipating the question and told the truth.

“Yep. Lots of times.”

Becky looked at Kelli with what could only be described as awe.

“You like doing that to a girl?”

“No. I love it.”

“Doesn’t it taste like pee?”

“Well, you can taste the pee a little bit, but mostly you taste the girl’s juices.”

“Juices? What juices?”

“The juices from her vagina. You have them, too, you know.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t your pussy ever get kinda wet when you’re feeling the tingles?”

“I thought that was pee.”

“Nope. It’s from your vagina. The inside of your pussy. And it’s delicious.”

“It is?”

“Totally.” Kelli knew this was part of her seduction, but why lie to Becky? Yes, it might lead to Becky giving it a try, but Kelli felt the girl needed to learn some things about life that she’d been sheltered from. The most she’d ever known was getting tingly with her cousin Janet, who was either too self-absorbed to explain about orgasms to Becky, or too ignorant of Becky’s own ignorance about it to think it needed to be explained. Either way, Becky deserved to know about the pleasure her body could provide herself and others. At least the others Becky was willing to share her body with. And Kelli hoped Becky would share her body with her.

“Have you ever licked a girl as young as me?” Becky asked, and Kelli knew where this was heading, and she welcomed it, of course.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Again. I can’t tell you. You know why.”

“Oh. Okay.” They continued watching until the women on screen were coming.

“Are they having orgasms?” Becky asked, her curiosity coming off her in almost physical waves.

“Yes. I’m envious. I want to have one right now.”

Becky took her eyes off the screen to stare at Kelli. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve needed one since I was in the shower masturbating this morning.”

“Masturbating?”

“Rubbing your pussy to have an orgasm. But I wasn’t exactly rubbing it. I was using the shower head on the massage setting and aiming it at my pussy. My clit, actually.”

“Your clit?”

The poor thing, thought Kelli. She would just have to teach her everything she knew.

“Yes, your clit is a little button of very sensitive flesh near the top of your slit. It’s where the two inner lips of your pussy meet near the top.”

“What’s important about the clit?” Becky asked.

What a perfect question, thought Kelli. “It’s where all the pleasure is for sex. It’s the source of the tingles.”

“Oh. Do I have a clit?”

“Yes. All girls do. It’s just a matter of finding it… or having someone show it to you.”

They were both silent, and for the first time Kelli knew what was meant by ‘a pregnant pause.’ Finally, Becky asked the question Kelli knew she was considering. “Would you show me?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Kelli said and laughed.

She knelt in front of Becky’s knees. “Spread your legs a bit,” she said, and Becky complied. Then Kelli added, “But only if you want to. Remember that. If I tell or ask you to do something you don’t want to do, just say so and you don’t have to do it, okay? It is completely and totally up to you what we do. I won’t be upset or anything. Just be honest with me. That’s all I ask.”

“Okay.”

“Now, can I touch your pussy with my finger?”

“Yeah.”

Kelli reached in and spread the girl’s outer labia. The inner lips were nestled inside. Kelli could see a fair amount of moisture covering the inside of the girl’s pussy already. Kelli moved her fingertip to where Becky’s clit was and massaged the spot for a minute. She could feel the tiny nubbin of nerve-packed flesh.

Apparently, Becky could feel it too. She shivered at one point, her legs becoming restless and scissoring back and forth.

“Does that feel good?” Kelli asked.

“Uh-huh,” Becky said. “Is that what an orgasm feels like?”

“Well, yes and no. It’s kind of like an orgasm, but it’s not one yet. An orgasm is that feeling times, like, a thousand.”

“Wow,” Becky sighed, leaning back.

“Do you want me to lick you there? It feels like a hundred times better.”

Becky nodded without hesitation, as if she had been hoping Kelli would ask that.

Kelli moved toward the child’s center of sexual desire. When her mouth was less than an inch from the girl’s clit, she reached out with her tongue and licked Becky’s button. She reveled in the fact she was the first person to ever do this to the child.

Becky’s reaction was immediate. Her hips raised up from her seat on the sofa and she gasped audibly. Kelli took that as a sign to do more. She locked her lips and tongue on the girl’s vulva and began massaging Becky’s clit with her tongue, bathing it with her saliva and bouncing the tender ball of nerves back and forth.

“I’m gonna pee!” Becky said, nearly in a panic.

“No, you’re not,” Kelli said, removing her mouth just long enough to say what she needed to. “That’s the orgasm approaching. Just let it go. Take my word for it. You won’t pee, and if you do and it wets the sofa, I’ll tell my mom it was me. Just let it happen.”

“Okay,” Becky said. She tried to relax and let whatever was happening to her body take place.

Kelli returned her attention to the child’s pussy. Within seconds, Becky felt a rush of pleasure seize her. Spasms of absolute joy rocked her, and she experienced her first orgasm. She had no doubt that was what was happening to her, and she relished the thought that it was happening. She wondered vaguely if this would be the only one she would ever have, and hoped at the same time that she would have millions in her lifetime.

Which of course was exactly what happened.

As the orgasm subsided, Kelli moved to be next to Becky.

“That, Becky, was your first orgasm.”

“Wow.” She was doing her best to catch her breath.

“And now I want to have mine. Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

Kelli thought about asking Becky to help her, but she thought maybe that would be something they did later, after the girl got more used to their fun.

She sat back and continued watching the movie while also taking a quick look at Becky, who was more or less sitting spread-eagle on the sofa, her delicious mound in plain view, and even slightly open because Becky’s legs were spread.

Becky herself was watching the movie some, but watching Kelli a lot more.

Kelli had her hand at her pussy, rubbing it in a bit of a frenzy of sexual need. She saw that Becky was watching her masturbate, and she began to come. It was an orgasm that followed from nearly an entire day of denying herself the pleasure. It gripped her and sent her headlong into ecstasy.

When she finished, she brought her fingers to Becky’s face. The girl reached out tentatively with her tongue and took a small taste. She found she did indeed like it after all.

Kelli knew this would be only the first of their secret encounters, and she was already planning for the next one.

“We have to get dressed now,” Kelli said reluctantly.

“Okay,” Becky answered, in the same sad tone.

When the child left for home, she was a little less of a child than she had been when she arrived. She, too, was planning to have more fun with Kelli one day soon.

Maybe even tomorrow. Then she wondered if Kate might join in one day soon as well.

She certainly hoped so.

As she walked home, she even began to think about her own sister.

Continue on to Chapter 8

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 6

  • Posted on September 28, 2017 at 8:50 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Several days passed while everyone allowed her pussy to have some “time off for good behavior.” The girls and women were quite sore from their fun and needed the rest. Still, pussies don’t remain calm for too long, at least not in these households.

One morning Sandra woke up horny and decided to surprise her daughters. She had been having a sex dream involving a roomful of girls aged seven to nine, and an orgasm woke her. It was still early, yet, and her husband was snoring beside her. She knew a brass band couldn’t wake him until his alarm went off. She always found it amusing that he had trained his body for the shrill beeping of his bedside alarm, yet she could turn the TV in the bedroom on so loud she could feel the sound waves making the sheets vibrate, and he would keep snoring.

Rising from bed and walking naked out of her bedroom, she went down the hall to Laura and Emily’s room. Her son had spent the night with a friend, so she didn’t have to worry about waking him. Easing the door to her girls’ bedroom open, she peeked inside. Laura was on her back, the covers down to her waist. She was at least topless. Emily lay beside her older sister on her side. The covers were kicked off her entirely. She was more than topless; she was naked. The dim light from the nightlight they insisted on to be able to see their way to the bathroom in the night, cast enough for Sandra to see Emily’s pussy lips. Her younger daughter had one leg hiked up, the knee nearly touching the girl’s breasts. The other leg was straight, allowing Sandra to see the girl’s treasures.

Sandra eased onto the girls’ queen-size bed, careful not to wake them just yet. She wanted to take a moment to gaze at their naked beauty. She figured Laura was just as naked as her sister, but she wouldn’t know that until she could get the covers off. Leaning down, she placed her face mere inches from Emily’s pussy. She could smell the girl’s pussy and felt her mouth water in anticipation of what she was about to do. She inhaled deeply, savoring the young teen’s fragrance, then moved closer until her lips touched the tender inner labia. Her tongue snaked out, beginning its massage of the sensitive flesh.

Emily stirred immediately and made a small grunting sound as the reality of what was happening nudged her from slumber.

“Mom?” she said, sleep slurring her speech, making her sound slightly intoxicated.

“Good morning, baby,” Sandra said. “I woke up from a sexy dream and just had to come explore your bodies.”

Laura began to wake up as well. She definitely was not like her father in that any sound would rouse her. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“Mom’s licking my pussy,” Emily said. Sandra nearly laughed at the nonchalance of her tone. She could have been saying, “Pass the biscuits” as far as the tone of her voice was concerned.

Laura moved to where she could watch the action. She loved seeing her mother locking her lips onto Emily’s pussy. She herself had done that plenty of times, but she always enjoyed what she always referred to as “taking in a show.” As she watched her mom eating Emily’s cunt, Laura reached down and began softly toying with her own clit, another activity she had a special name for when she began masturbating: “priming the pump.” As she toyed with herself, she moved to the floor and began licking her mother’s pussy, savoring the tart taste of the mature woman’s juices.

Soon, Sandra had Emily nearing a massive orgasm. Sandra tongued and nipped at her daughter’s clit, which was small but a well-defined nub of flesh that protruded from beneath its small hood. Sandra could feel her own orgasm approaching as well as Laura expertly licked her mom’s pussy. The woman was amazed her girls were so good at it, and she had to remind herself that they had been practicing the art of cunnilingus for years with each other and their former sitter and that woman’s two young daughters.

Emily began to thrash about and grunt as she came. She arched her back into a small hill while simultaneously pushing her pussy toward her mom’s mouth to increase the sexy contact. Laura, meanwhile was having trouble maintaining oral contact with her mother’s slit because the woman was also bucking and heaving as the orgasm took her, not to mention Laura’s desire to bring herself off while licking her mother.

Soon, Emily was scooting away from Sandra’s mouth as her pussy became too sensitive to maintain the contact. Laura began coming as well, and after her climax, the two girls and their mother spread out on the bed together, kissing and holding each other in the afterglow of tremendous sex between the two teens and their mother.

“Okay,” Sandra said. “I’ve got to get back to my room. If your father comes looking for me, I would hate to see his reaction at what he’d find.”

“You think he’d be pissed?” Laura asked, giggling at the thought of her dad’s face if he walked in to find them all naked in bed together with the smell of pussy saturating the air in the bedroom.

“Honestly?” Sandra said, “I think he’d probably be turned on.”

The girls giggled at the mental image of their dad sporting a boner in his tighty-whities.

“What would you do if Dad fucked one of us?” Laura asked.

“Kill him.” Sandra said this with enough seriousness the girls became quiet. “I can’t get you pregnant, and I’m as much about you having your jollies as I am about mine. Men, on the other hand, can get selfish when it comes to getting off. Your dad never has been selfish with me in that way, but I’m not sure how he’d be with the two of you. My guess is he’d just want to get off and the hell with you two.”

“Well, we won’t let him, okay?” Emily said. She loved her dad, but the idea of him sticking his dick in her was not appealing in the least.

With that, Sandra rose from the bed after giving the girls a final kiss.

“When he leaves for work, you two can do whatever you want.”

“I don’t know about Laura,” Emily said, “but I’m too tired for more right now.”

“Me, too,” said Laura.

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Kate woke that same morning with a bad case of what she’d started calling “the hornies.” She could have had some fun with Kelli, but she wanted something else. Something… younger. She lay in bed thinking about Linda and Mandy, the eight- and six-year-old sisters who had visited the other day. She thought about their bald little pussies and how delicious they were. Her fingers played in her own slit, but her mouth watered for the little ones just a few blocks away.

Rising, she put on a skirt and t-shirt — nothing else — and went outside to get on her bike. Kelli was going over to see their neighbors, and Kate knew what would happen there, but she had her heart set on the little ones.

“Later,” she said to Kelli as she started out the door. Their mom was at work, so they were home alone, and so they were free to do whatever they wished.

“Where you goin’?” Kelli asked.

“Just gonna ride my bike for a while,” Kate answered, not wanting to include Kelli in what she hoped would be happening in the next half hour. She wanted the girls alone. She knew Holly would be there, of course, but she didn’t mind if the girls’ mother either watched or joined in, though she was actually hoping she would do no more than watch.

Kelli looked at her sister, suspicious of where she was going. Ever since the freedom to engage in sex had started, Kelli’s every thought was about sex, it seemed. She suspected Kate might be going to meet a friend she’d managed to get in bed without telling her sister. Oh, well, Kelli thought. Let her have her fun. I’m going to be having mine, after all.

Kate walked out the door and got on her bike, being careful not to flash everyone she met as she pedaled over to the girls’ house. Then, as she rode along, she wondered what it would be like to actually flash someone. Would they enjoy it? She knew if it was a boy, he would love it, but she wasn’t interested in giving a boy a glimpse of her charms. Another girl, perhaps, would be great. The younger the better, though not too young. Really little girls might tell.

She hadn’t gone far when she noticed Becky Wheeler, a girl from the neighborhood. Becky was nine-years-old and had just finished third grade. She started circling the girl, who was squatting down and playing with something on the ground.

“Hey, Becky,” Kate said. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Just playin’.”

“I’m riding my bike,” Kate said.

“I see that.”

Kate was frustrated that Becky wasn’t looking up, so she said, “I got new tassels for my bike.”

She watched Becky as she looked up to see the new tassels. At first, the girl didn’t notice that Kate was not wearing panties, but then she saw. It was obvious to Kate from the sudden widening of the girl’s eyes and the way Becky quickly looked back at the ground.

“What is it?” Kate asked.

“Nothin’,” Becky said, her gaze intent on the ground.

“You noticed, didn’t you?”

“Noticed what?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Kate said.

“Okay, so I saw you aren’t wearing panties.”

“It feels nice,” Kate said.

Becky looked up at Kate, who had stopped her bike and was facing Becky, one foot up on a pedal, which was positioned at the highest point of the gear to allow the best view for the little girl. Becky grinned. “Why are you not wearing panties?” Becky asked.

“Cuz it feels great like this. The air hits my pussy and makes it tingle.”

“My mom says ‘pussy’ is a bad word.”

“So?” Kate said and looked around. “I don’t see your mom here anywhere.”

“No, she’s not. She’s at work. Tanya is watching me.” Tanya was Becky’s older sister, who was sixteen.

“You should try going out in a skirt and no panties sometime. It makes you feel grown up.”

Becky continued to look at Kate. “Grown-ups don’t go around with no panties,” she said, her eyes still glued to Kate’s bare pubes.

“Sure they do. When they’re feeling sexy.”

“Are you feeling sexy?” Becky asked.

“Promise not to tell?”

“Promise.”

“Yeah. I feel sexy a lot of the time.”

Becky grinned. “Me too sometimes.”

Kate wanted to get over to Linda and Mandy’s, so she didn’t stick around for long, but she wanted to get with Becky later if she could. “I gotta go, but maybe we can get together later. Would you like that?”

Becky said, “And do what?” She wore a mischievous grin that said she knew it might involve something to do with sex.

“Who knows?” Kate said with a sly grin of her own and pedaled off. She turned to take one last look at Becky, who was watching her leave. Kate dared herself to flip up her skirt so Becky could see her butt, and that’s exactly what she did. Becky giggled and Kate continued to the young girls’ house.

When she got there, she parked her bike in the driveway and walked up to ring the doorbell. A moment later, Linda opened the door. When the little girl saw who it was, she grinned and shouted to someone in the house, “It’s Kate!”

“Is it okay if I come in?” Kate asked.

“Sure,” said Linda and stepped back. As Kate entered, Holly came out of the kitchen, drying her hands.

“Hey, Kate!” the woman said, greeting the child with a grin of her own. “What brings you here this morning?”

“I was wondering if the girls might want to play some.” Kate’s meaning was clear that she meant more than playing pretend games.

At that moment, Mandy, the six-year-old entered the room. “Kate!” she shouted and ran to hug the girl. When she finished hugging Kate, she stepped back. “Did you come over to lick our pussies?”

Kate laughed and Holly joined her. “My, it seems your tongue has quite a fan!” Holly said.

“You’d love it too, if she licked you!” Mandy said to her mother.

“I’ve got some chores to do right now, so you girls can play in the girls’ room,” said Holly, continuing to grin. “Maybe I’ll be able to try out that magnificent tongue later.”

“I’d like that,” said Kate and took the two little girls by the hand and they escorted Kate to their room.

When they got there, Kate said, “I rode my bike over with no panties on,” and she lifted her skirt to show them.

“Wow!” said Linda.

“Let’s get naked,” said Mandy as she tugged her shorts down to the floor.

As if she could tell what was happening in the bedroom, Holly called out, “Don’t leave your clothes on the floor, girls!”

Mandy giggled and picked up the shorts, putting them in a basket in their closet. She shucked her panties and t-shirt and stood before her older sister and Kate completely naked. She stretched out her arms and said, “Ta-da!”

They all laughed and Kate reached over and pulled Linda’s shorts and panties down together. The child stepped out of the garments and lifted her t-shirt over her head before picking up all the clothes to put them in the basket.

Kate spread her arms out, indicating she wanted the girls to undress her. They fiddled with the skirt’s clasp and soon it lay in a puddle on the floor at Kate’s feet. She helped them with her top since they weren’t tall enough to pull it over the older girl’s head. They were now all three naked and ready for some sex.

“Let’s lie down on your bed,” Kate said, and the girls scrambled onto the soft mattress.

Again, Holly called from somewhere in the house, “Be sure to make the bed when you finish with it. I hope you don’t mind helping with that, Kate.”

Kate was surprised that Holly seemed to know exactly what they were doing as they did it. First, she seemed to know Mandy had left her shorts on the floor. Now, she knew they were in the bed. Then the thought occurred to her that of course Holly would know they would mess up the bed. They were going to have sex in the girls’ room, after all. Still, the timing seemed odd.

Kate had the two little ones lie beside each other and spread their legs. They giggled as Kate stared at their soft, bare vulva.

“Are you ready for me to lick you?” she asked them.

“Yes!” said Linda.

“Do it!” said Mandy.

Kate leaned in and started tonguing Linda’s pussy first. Her tongue sought the child’s tiny clit, and she began bathing the sensitive nub of flesh with her saliva, licking the child from vagina to clit and back again, then flicking her tongue back and forth on the child’s tenderest organ. Linda began to squirm with the joyful feelings Kate’s tongue was providing.

Just as the child began to really enjoy what the older girl was doing to her, Kate switched over to an impatient Mandy, who had already begun playing with her pussy and saying, “When is it my turn?”

Mandy lay back and grinned as Kate began licking the child’s puffy slit. Kate watched the girl’s face beaming at her as the older girl watched from between Mandy’s legs. The child’s face glowed as Kate used her tongue to bring Mandy’s clit to a mass of throbbing flesh.

For her part, Kate was enjoying this more than she ever thought she could. The soft pillows of flesh enfolding the children’s slits felt like warm dough against her mouth. They tasted as sweet as peppermint. Kate reveled in the feeling of having her mouth pressed against Mandy’s pussy.

When the girl was getting close, Kate switched again, once more licking the delicious pussy Linda offered. A subdued moan of irritation came from Mandy as Kate’s mouth left her, but she was greeted by a sigh of contentment from Linda.

Mandy immediately placed her hand on her mound and began masturbating. Kate kept her eye on Mandy and as the child began to mount toward her orgasm, Kate reached over and took the child’s wrist and pulled it away from Mandy’s pussy. A cry of frustration filled the room.

“I was about to come!” Mandy said.

“I know,” Kate said, pulling back for a moment from Linda’s pussy. “I want to make you come.”

“Then do it!” demanded Mandy.

“It’s okay, Kate. You can bring her off first. Then you can do me,” Linda said, apparently used to Mandy’s insistence her needs be seen to first.

Kate returned to Mandy’s little pussy, once again locking her lips onto the soft pillow of flesh and rapidly swiping her tongue across the child’s clit. Within seconds, Mandy began to make rhythmic grunts of pleasure as the six-year-old’s orgasm approached. Then Mandy raised her butt from the mattress and squealed, followed by spasms that coursed through the little girl’s body. Shivers and sudden tremors took Mandy as the orgasm’s power subsided. As she had before, she grinned at Kate and drifted off to sleep.

“She does that every time she has a big one,” Linda said. “Mom says she wishes she could be that satisfied.”

At that moment, Kate and Linda heard a sudden gasp. Turning toward the girls’ bedroom door, they saw Holly, the girls’ mother, standing there, her shorts down to her knees and her hand inside her panties.

“Go ahead,” Holly said, taking a moment to divest herself of shorts and panties completely. “I just want to watch you get Linda off the way you just did Mandy.”

Kate smiled at Holly and turned to Linda. “You ready?” she asked. Linda grinned in reply and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide to allow Kate access to the girl’s smooth pussy.

As Kate moved toward the pussy, Holly moved toward the bed to get where she could see what Kate was doing to her daughter. Kate began devouring the eight-year-old’s pussy, but she kept her eyes on Holly’s face. The woman seemed to communicate with Kate as the eleven-year-old began bringing Linda to an orgasm. ‘Make her come big,’ seemed to be what the girl’s mother was saying with her eyes.

Kate continued to watch Holly as the woman plunged two fingers into her cunt. Kate could hear the squelching sound of the pistoning fingers that plunged into the gobs of wetness in the woman’s vagina, even above the sounds her mouth and tongue were making on Linda’s pussy. Kate watched as Holly moved to her knees above the girls. Holly kept her gaze on Kate’s mouth as it pleasured Linda’s pussy. The woman’s mouth opened, forming an “O” to indicate the approaching climax. She began to shudder and tremble.

Linda began to do the same thing, her body reacting to the joy she was experiencing. The convulsions began as the child began to come, followed by Holly’s orgasm slamming into her. The woman’s squeals of delight matched her daughter’s as the two came together.

Kate, meanwhile, was thanking her lucky stars she had been introduced to this family. She had these two little girls available to her whenever the desire hit them. And summer was only just beginning. She had noticed that Holly had a pool out back, surrounded by a privacy fence and accessible through the sliding plate-glass doors that opened onto the patio. She imagined the mother and two daughters naked in the pool, and was certain that the three had enjoyed sex there many times before. She intended to be a part of that little scene soon, perhaps even later that day.

“Your turn,” Linda said, moving to where she could lick Kate’s sopping pussy. For the past year, Kate had noticed that when she became horny, she would produce more and more fluids to coat her lips, making the friction of her fingers — or someone else’s for that matter — more delightful.

Linda stuck her cute, little butt into the air and began licking Kate while Holly maneuvered for a better view. Kate was thrilled that Holly had joined them. She loved the idea that the woman got so turned on by her own daughters and their sexual enjoyment.

The child pressed her mouth to Kate’s wetness and began to tongue the older girl’s pussy. Kate could feel Linda pushing her tongue into the open pussy, tongue-fucking her vagina before moving to swipe across Kate’s clit. At eight, Linda was an expert at licking pussies. Kate found herself wishing she and Kelli had started that soon in life. To her, it seemed they had wasted several years before discovering the fun they could have together. Holly was certainly bringing her daughters up right, in Kate’s opinion. If only her own mother had begun their sexual education so early.

Kate felt the tremors of the approaching orgasm. Looking again into Holly’s eyes, she said, “I’m gonna come!” Then her eyes closed as the orgasm took her. Like the others, she moaned and rocked and spasmed as the climax took her. It was an amazing one, and the image of little Becky, naked and spread-eagled on a bed, came to her in the middle of her orgasm, making her wonder if that would ever happen and hoping it would. Privately, Kate wanted to seduce every little girl in the neighborhood. Fuck! The entire city, even! She knew she would never be able to do that, but she lay in Linda and Mandy’s bed enjoying the afterglow and imagining herself with every little girl at her elementary school, naked in a big room while they all enjoyed each other’s bodies. The world’s biggest orgy of little girls. That was what Kate wanted to experience.

She knew she never would, of course, but that didn’t keep her from enjoying the fantasy.

Continue on to Chapter 7

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 5

  • Posted on September 20, 2017 at 9:13 am

By Cheryl Taggert

The first thing Sandra saw were Kate and Emily on the floor. They were on their tummies, nude of course, and it appeared they had one hand at their pussies and were masturbating softly. Sandra could tell the girls were excited but not wanting to get too far along in their quest for an orgasm. They seemed to be taking it slow and easy. Sandra craned her neck a bit and saw Kelli and Laura on the loveseat. The girls had a hand on the other girl’s pussy, rubbing lightly. As Sandra watched, the two older girls moved their faces close together and kissed. She could see their tongues massaging all around as they kissed.

Now Tracy was beside Sandra and seeing the same things. At that moment, Kate heard the sounds of her sister and Laura kissing and turned her head to look at them. As she did, she saw her mother and Sandra standing in the doorway, still unnoticed by the other girls. Sandra quickly put her finger to her lips in a ‘shush’ gesture. Kate grinned, tapped Emily, and pointed at the girls on the loveseat.

Emily turned her head, but her face was pointed away from her mother and Tracy, so she didn’t see them watching. As Emily looked at the older girls, Kate said, “Looks like they got started without us.” The two girls giggled and embraced. Their hands went to the other girl’s pussy and they kissed and fondled each other for a moment.

Movement on the loveseat caught the women’s attention, and they watched as Kelli moved to allow her access to Laura’s pussy. Sandra stared as her older daughter spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy to her mother’s gaze. Kelli, who noticed the two women smiled at them before moving her face to the offered cunt. She began licking Sandra’s daughter, Laura. At that point Laura began to squirm and offer soft squeals of delight and began pinching her nipples, which looked like small rosebuds capping her boobs.

Kate began to emulate her older sister and began a slow descent toward the bald pussy of Sandra’s younger daughter, Emily. Soon both of Tracy’s daughters were licking away at the pussies. Sandra realized it was time to reveal themselves to her daughters.

She cleared her throat, “Ahem!”

Four startled faces jerked in the direction of the two naked women.

“MOM!” Laura said, obviously not noticing that her mother was naked.

Emily noticed, however, and her question had the quality of shocked curiosity more than fear. “Mom?”

Sandra smiled at her daughters. “Well, finally!” she said. “Now everyone can have even more fun!” She approached Laura and knelt on the floor in front of her, ready to join the feast. Laura shied away from her, covering herself.

“What are you doing?!” she asked, completely taken by surprise at her mother’s actions.

“I’m going to pleasure my daughter,” she said.

“But that’s . . . incest!” Laura said.

“Are you saying you disapprove of lesbian incest?” Sandra asked.

“Well . . . yes!” Laura said, nearly in a panic.

Sandra smiled at her daughter, nearly laughing. “Honey, what do you think the sex you and Emily have is called?”

Laura looked around in confusion. “Who says Em and I have sex?”

“Kelli and Emily told me.”

Laura looked at her friends. “How could you do that?”

Kelli spoke up. “Laura, it’s not as if you haven’t told me you think your mom is hot.”

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to have sex with her?”

“Why not?” Kate asked. “We had sex with our mom already this morning. It was great!”

As Laura stared at Kate, her hands started dropping to her sides. “You did?”

“Yeah,” said Kelli. “And we had sex with your mom, too, and she wants to include you both in the fun. What’s the big deal? Laura, your mom is saying you and Em don’t have to hide what you do anymore. As long as just you three are home, you guys can sixty-nine in the living room if you want.”

The full meaning of what Kelli was saying occurred to Laura as she looked at her sister. “What do you think, Em?”

“I wanna have sex with Mom. If you don’t, then fine. You can watch. But I’ve wanted to lick her since you taught me girls could lick girls and have fun. And I was just seven at the time.”

Sandra’s ears perked up at that tidbit of information. “How old?” she asked.

“Seven,” Emily said.

Sandra looked at Laura. “You would have been only nine then.”

Laura blushed. “Yeah.”

“How in the world did you know about oral sex between girls when you were only eight?”

“You promise you won’t get mad?” Laura said.

“Mad? About what?” Sandra said.

“You have to promise — no SWEAR — you won’t get mad first, or I’m not telling you.” Laura was adamant.

“Okay, I swear not to get mad,” she said. “But I don’t promise not to get extremely horny when you tell me.”

“Holly showed me.”

“Holly?!” Sandra said, her mouth dropping open.

“Who’s Holly?” Emily asked. She didn’t say it, but she wanted to meet this Holly and get to know her better. She had apparently done it with Laura when she was only eight. Since licking Sandra’s bald pussy, she had been thinking about little girls — and liking the ideas that popped into her mind.

“Holly is a woman who used to babysit us,” Laura said. “She showed me how two girls can have fun. When I showed Emily about it, she joined in, too. We had a lot of fun when you weren’t home, Mom.”

“What about your brother?” Kelli asked. “Where was he?”

“Holly told me she didn’t like babysitting boys,” Sandra said. “Now I understand why.”

“Where is Holly now?” Kate asked.

Sandra said, “She lives about four blocks from here. I haven’t used her for babysitting in over three years, though, not since Laura turned eleven and I thought she was old enough to watch out for her sister.” Then she smiled at Laura. “Well, you certainly learned well, didn’t you?”

“We still go over there sometimes,” Emily said.

“You mean she still has sex with you two?”

“Yeah, and her two daughters,” said Emily.

“Oh, my God,” Sandra said in a whisper. She looked at Tracy. “They’re eight and six.”

Tracy felt a chill run down her spine. She couldn’t believe her luck! “Oh, my,” she said. “Those are just the ages we were talking about.”

“What d’ya mean?” asked Emily.

Sandra looked at her daughters. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “I’ve wanted to play around with the two of you since you were little, like six and eight.”

Emily’s face fell. “Why didn’t you?” she asked. “It coulda been a lot of fun!”

“I regret it now,” she said. “But there’s nothing stopping us from inviting Holly and her girls over for a while.” She smiled at everyone there, and they returned the smiles.

“Then it’s okay if I want to lick a girl that young?” Kate asked.

“As long as the girl wants you to,” said Tracy. “You should NEVER force yourself on someone else. Ever!”

Kate looked at Emily. “Do you think Holly’s daughters would let me lick them?”

“I know they would,” said Emily, grinning. “They love that better than ice cream.”

The group suddenly realized that the movie was still playing. An all-girl orgy was taking place on the screen. The visual added to everyone’s hopes for that day.

Sandra took out her cell phone and said, “I wonder if I still have her number?”

“555-2847,” Laura said, making everyone laugh. “So? I have it memorized. You’ll see why when you meet them.”

Sandra punched in the number and waited for the call to be answered. When Holly came on the line, she said, “Holly! This is Sandra, Laura and Emily’s mom. How have you been?”

As Holly answered, Sandra put her phone on speaker. “. . . are you?” they all heard, as Holly finished what she was saying, obviously ending with ‘How are you?’

“I’ve been fine! More than fine, actually. I’m here with my girls and our neighbors, Tracy and her daughters, Kelli and Kate. Do you know them?”

“No, I don’t believe I do.”

“Well, you must meet them. They are wonderful people and more fun than–” she paused, thinking before finishing the statement “–eating ice cream.”

Everyone in the room smiled at the reference to what Emily had said earlier.

“Well, I’d love to meet them sometime.”

“How about right now?” Sandra said. “Like they say . . . no time like the present.”

“Well, I had some cleaning to do first,” Holly said.

“Oh, that can wait,” said Sandra. “Let’s put it this way. I just found out what you taught my girls and I thought we could do with some demonstrations.”

There was silence on the line for so long Sandra said, “Holly? You there?”

“Uh . . . yeah . . . I’m here. What exactly did they tell you?”

“Laura says you taught her how to lick pussy, and she taught her baby sister, which led to all of you having fun together. Then there are your two little girls. What are their names?”

Another pause, then, “Linda and Mandy.”

“Yes. Bring them, too. I’m sure we can all have fun.”

“Is this some kind of trick?” Holly asked. “Are the police over there or something?”

“Police? God, no! Just two horny women and four horny young girls who would love nothing better than to have an orgy with you and your two little ones.”

“Would you mind putting Laura on the line?”

“I’m here,” said Laura.

“Am I on speaker?” Holly asked.

“Yeah,” said Laura. “Believe me, it’s fine. Mom can’t wait to get her mouth on Linda and Mandy, and I know they’d like it, too. I mean, like Emily said just a little while ago. They love having their pussies licked more than eating ice cream.”

“Is that why I heard chuckles when Sandra said that?” Holly was sounding much calmer now.

“Yeah,” said Laura. “So how about it? Everyone is just dying to have you and your girls come over and . . . well . . . come.”

They could hear heavy breathing on the line.

“Are you touching yourself?” Emily asked. “Cuz that sounds just like when you’re playing with your pussy.”

“Sorry,” Holly said. “Just checking to see how wet I am.”

“And how wet is that?” asked Sandra.

“Not soaking, yet, but getting there,” Holly said with a small laugh.

“Well, don’t come before you get here,” Sandra said. “Let these four young girls get you off instead.”

“Where are you?” Holly asked.

“We’re in the house next door to mine to your left as you face my house from the street.”

“We’ll be there in five minutes,” Holly said, and hung up.

“I don’t believe you actually told her what you know,” Tracy said.

“Hey, I’m very straightforward. You should know that by now,” said Sandra.

It took a bit longer than five minutes for Holly and her girls to arrive. The reason for that was that Holly needed to get her daughters dressed. They had been blissfully engaged in a sixty-nine when the call had come in. Holly had left them to enjoy themselves while she did some chores, peeking in on the girls once in a while and wondering if she should join them. The two little ones were not ready to stop, but when Holly told them they would meet two other women and two new girls who would love to lick their pussies, they scrambled around to get dressed.

“You don’t need panties,” Holly told them. “Just shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops.”

Soon, though, they arrived. The doorbell rang, and Sandra let them in, greeting them with nothing on but a smile. As Linda and Mandy entered, their jaws dropped to see Sandra without clothes on. Then they were ushered into the den and were greeted by another naked woman who introduced herself as Tracy, and four girls. The little girls knew Laura and Emily, but they had only seen Kelli and Kate around the neighborhood.

Everyone was naked. Emily stepped up to Linda, the eight-year-old, and pulled her t-shirt off, tossing it aside. Then she squatted and pulled the girl’s shorts down and smiled at the bald pussy that faced her.

While Emily undressed Linda, Laura stepped over to Holly and said, “I’m sorry if I let the cat out of the bag, but I think we’ll all have more fun this way.”

“Don’t worry,” Holly said. “As long as this ends up with everyone having fun, I’m fine with it.”

Laura reached under Holly’s tennis skirt and smiled when she found Holly wasn’t wearing anything beneath the skimpy outfit. She began pushing her finger in and out of the woman’s pussy, coating her fingers with the juices that were flowing from Holly’s vagina. Then she switched from her finger to her thumb, and inserted her index finger into the woman’s butt. Holly immediately began to squirm on the fourteen-year-old’s hand while Sandra stepped behind Holly and began to undress her.

Kate stood in front of Mandy and reached down to lift the little girl’s t-shirt over her head and off. Then she reached down to the six-year-old’s shorts and pulled them down, too, exposing the girl’s small, bare vulva. Kate’s mouth started to water as she imagined herself licking that delightful mound of little girl flesh.

She looked at her sister, Kelli, and saw that she and her mother were kissing. Kelli’s fingers were buried in their mother’s crotch, dancing through the wet, slippery folds of flesh. Tracy’s hand was likewise involved with giving Kelli pleasure.

Kate said to Mandy, “My name’s Kate. Is it okay if I lick your pussy?”

Mandy nodded shyly, grinning at her new friend. “I’m Mandy,” she said. “My mom and sissy lick me there too. And so does Laura and Emily.”

“Well, now I will do it for you. Anytime you like,” said Kate. Urging the child to her back, Kate knelt down and moved toward the bald pussy. The idea that there would only be one first time occurred to her, and she did her best to sear every memory of this moment into her brain.

Leaning over, she reached out her tongue and swiped it across the girl’s vulva, wiping the child’s slit with her tongue. Mandy jumped a bit at the sudden contact.

“Did that feel good?” Kate asked.

Mandy just nodded and stared into Kate’s eyes. Kate could see the little girl was already filled with lust at the thought of what was happening to her. The child’s eyes were glazed and half-lidded. Yes, she thought to herself. She loves this more than eating ice cream.

Kate thought about how she had longed to lick a pussy this young earlier that day. She was amazed that the opportunity had come so soon.

Placing her lips on the child’s cunny, Kate savored the feel of the soft pillow of flesh against her mouth. When she had licked Sandra’s bald pussy, it had been smooth, but she had been able to tell it was obviously a grown woman’s cunt. Mandy’s tiny pussy was much smaller and softer. Kate pressed her tongue into the tender folds of the child’s mound, feeling near the top for the six-year-old’s slit for the girl’s clit. Feeling the small bump, Kate felt Mandy jump slightly at the contact. The response made Kate’s own pussy tremble with lust as she realized this little girl was extremely horny. She wondered if the child could come. She certainly intended to find out.

She started licking the pre-pubescent pussy, savoring the flavor of the little girl’s pee and juices that mingled there. Kate’s mouth was completely covering the mound as her tongue danced over the clit and along the inner labia. Occasionally, she would suck the outer lips into her mouth, delighting in how they felt against her lips and tongue.

Mandy started to squirm even more than she had been. Kate could hear the child’s breath coming in small gasps. Was she going to come? Kate wondered. Reaching down to her own pussy, Kate began to stroke her clit while pressing her hips down against her hand, which was trapped between the hard floor and her soft cunt. Just as the child started to climax, Kate joined her, in awe at the raw sexuality of the child.

After they both came, Kate said, “You live in the neighborhood, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you riding your bike,” Mandy answered.

Kate thought about how sometimes she enjoyed the feeling of her bicycle seat as it pressed between her legs and wondered if the child had ever seen her while she pressed herself against the seat to the point of almost coming.

“You think it would be okay if I came by your house sometimes? We could play around with each other. I love licking you,” said Kate.

“That would be good,” Mandy said. “Could my sister join us?”

“Of course,” Kate said and started making plans in her head for when that could happen. Tomorrow, maybe?

Mandy snuggled up against her. Kate reached down and cupped Mandy’s butt as the child started to nod off from the exertion of coming.

As Mandy began to drift off, she thought about licking Kate’s pussy when she woke up later. She popped her thumb into her mouth and closed her eyes to the sounds of the other girls and women as they did things to each other.

Kate’s glanced around the room and took in the beauty of the others as they had sex with each other. Mandy’s older sister, Linda, was involved with Emily in a hot sixty-nine. The two girls bucked and squealed as the sensations flooded their bodies.

Laura, Holly, and Sandra were on the big sofa. Laura and Sandra were in a sixty-nine, and Holly had her face pressed between Laura’s butt cheeks, obviously licking the young girl’s rosebud while Sandra lay beneath Laura and licked the teenager’s pussy.

Kate saw her mother in the recliner. She was slouched down in the chair, and her pussy and butt were extended off the chair’s edge. Kelli was between their mother’s legs, licking whatever she could. Kate was envious of her older sister as mouth watered for her mother’s juices.

Kate noticed movement on the large sofa and saw Holly move to Emily and Linda. Linda was on top in their sixty-nine, and Kate watched as Holly started doing the same thing to her daughter’s butt as she had been doing to Laura’s.

The child began to squirm and squeal, followed by a muffled scream as the little girl had an orgasm. Linda continued to lick Emily’s pussy, and Holly moved to where Kate and Mandy lay.

“She’s a wonderful pussy-licker,” Holly said, nodding to her sleeping daughter. “Have you had the honor yet?”

“Not yet,” Kate said. “I hope to soon, though.”

“You mind if I give you an orgasm?” Holly asked, a mischievous grin stretching her wet lips.

“Of course not,” Kate said, smiling.

Holly moved down to Kate’s pussy and knelt between the young teen’s legs. Smiling up into Kate’s eyes, the woman moved her mouth to the lips of the girl’s mound and began to lick and suck the wet pussy. Holly flicked her tongue back and forth over the sensitive clit, smearing saliva and slick juices all around.

Soon, Kate began to climb quickly toward a massive orgasm. She had only managed to bring herself off while licking the delicious pussy of six-year-old Mandy. Now, she was able to simply lie back and enjoy the sensations that flooded her body. Within a few minutes, Kate’s body was wracked with spasms as the orgasm rushed through her.

Just as Kate started coming, she heard more sounds of climax as Tracy began to come. In the throes of her orgasm, Kate glanced at her mother and saw that Tracy was looking at Holly licking her pussy.

After Tracy came, she and Kelli moved to where Holly was sitting between Kate’s limp legs. Tracy began sucking Holly’s nipples while Kelli nudged the woman who had just brought Kate to a searing climax onto her back. Once Holly was lying down, Kelli attacked the woman’s pussy while Tracy continued making love to the woman’s small boobs, which were capped with light brown nipples that resembled coffee-flavored ice cream on a pair of fleshy cones.

Kate heard Laura and Sandra begin to come, and she looked over to watch the mother and daughter bring each other to massive climaxes. No more than thirty seconds later, Holly began to come. She writhed and gasped as the orgasm took her. Kelli kept her mouth glued to the wet pussy, riding out the woman’s peak to give her the best orgasm possible.

The sound of women and girls doing their best to catch their breath was the only thing any of them could hear for several minutes. Finally, Sandra said, “We just have to do this again sometime.” Everyone laughed at this as they realized they had all been thinking some form of this same sentiment themselves.

Kate looked at Holly. “Is it okay if I come by your house sometime to play?”

“Oh, sweetie, not only can you come by my house, you can come in it!” Holly answered.

The women and girls laughed at this as well. Soon, the need for food, drink, and the bathroom made them all stir and rise from the floor of Tracy’s den. Mandy had woken from her little nap, and the first place she went was the bathroom. Kate, feeling as though she might be in love with the child, followed her.

As the child began to pee into the toilet bowl, she spread her legs to allow Kate to watch. “Mommy and Sissy like to watch me pee too,” she said. Kate thought it was cute how Mandy referred to Linda as ‘Sissy.’

As Kate stood there watching Mandy pee, she felt a presence behind her. Turning, she saw it was eight-year-old Linda. The child reached out and began fondling Kate’s butt before reaching lower to play with the older girl’s pussy. Kate stood there, allowing Linda to do as she wished.

“Do you have to pee too?” Linda asked.

“No,” Kate answered, beginning to feel her pussy stirring again as the child’s fingers toyed with her there. “I just came in to watch her pee.”

“Mom and me like to do that too,” Linda said.

The girls watched Mandy wipe herself and flush. Then Linda moved to the toilet and sat down. Reaching out, she pulled Kate’s pussy closer. As Kate heard the splash of pee in the bowl, she felt Linda’s mouth enveloping her pussy. The child’s tongue moved to her clit and began massaging it in quick strokes.

At that moment, she felt Mandy behind her. The child began to push a finger inside Kate’s vagina. Mandy’s finger wasn’t very big, so it fit easily. Kate felt the fucking motion of Mandy’s hand as the finger slid in and out.

The two sisters brought Kate to yet another orgasm. Then Mandy stepped around Kate and sat on Linda’s knees, facing her older sister. Their hands wandered down to the other’s pussy, and the sisters began playing with each other’s cunny while they kissed.

Kate watched in surprise as the two little girls kissed each other, tongues wrapping around each other as they French-kissed expertly. She couldn’t wait for the kiss to pause, and when it did she moved to kiss first one young girl, then the other.

Reaching both hands down to the girls’ lower bodies, she began playing with each little girl’s butthole, tickling them lightly.

A minute later, the sisters were coming. Kate was awestruck that girls that young could be so sexually talented and mature. They each seemed like some sort of orgasmic machine. She wondered how much fun she would be able to have with them now that their secrets were out.

After the two little ones came, Kate reached down to her own pussy and began masturbating in front of the girls. This didn’t last long before the two sisters moved in and took turns licking Kate’s pussy until she came yet again. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had already had that day. This was turning out to be the most sexual day of her life.

She aimed to top this one as often as she could.

When they joined the rest of the women and girls, they were greeted by knowing grins.

“Did you three have fun in the bathroom?” Sandra asked.

Kate blushed. “How did you know?”

“How could we not know?” Holly asked. “You three made enough noise to wake the dead.”

“I know if I had been dead, it would have waked me,” Tracy said. “In fact, things are starting to wake up right now.”

“Well,” Sandra said, “I’m afraid it will have to wake up without me.”

A chorus of disappointment filled the room.

“Do you have to go, Mom?” Laura asked.

“I’m not the only one,” Sandra said. “You two have some chores to do as well.”

Reluctantly, the girls rose and started getting dressed, still doing their best to talk their mother into letting them stay.

“It’s okay, girls,” Holly said. “We have to get going, too. We have plenty to do, and it won’t get done having countless orgasms.”

Pouting, Linda and Mandy began gathering their few items of clothing and putting them on.

After everyone had left, Tracy said to Kelli and Kate, “Well, that was fun, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” said Kate. “Very.” Looking at her pussy, she said, “I think it’s worn out, though. I’m kinda sore.”

Kelli said, “Mine’s not,” and rose to go back into the TV room to watch another movie and masturbate — or maybe to be joined by her mom.

“Doesn’t matter, honey,” Tracy said. “We’ve got things to do, too. There’s more to life than orgasms.”

Kate looked at her mother in shock. “Bite your tongue!” she said.

“We need to go shopping. Remember?” Tracy said.

“Oh, yeah!” said Kelli. “We’re getting our own vibrators today!”

“Yes, now let’s get dressed, straighten up a little around here, and do the shopping. We can have fun later.”

The girls did as they were told. As they left to do their shopping, Kate thought again about the two little girls who lived close by and were more than willing to have hours of sex with her whenever the opportunity arose.

Yes, it had been a very eventful twenty-four hours.  She couldn’t wait for the next opportunity for another eventful day.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 4

  • Posted on September 13, 2017 at 6:06 am

By Cheryl Taggert

As Kelli and Kate made love, their mother and Sandra, their neighbor, sat on the sofa, their hands moving to each other’s mound. The women stared at the girls as their desire mounted. Occasionally, they would kiss, their own tongues exploring, but their hands never left the soft mounds.

Tracy was surprised that Sandra was completely bald there. The woman’s mons felt like a child’s. There was no stubble at all, and Tracy wondered if Sandra waxed. If so, she must have done so recently. Sandra’s mound was that soft and smooth.

Kelli nudged her sister toward the floor and the two girls sank down until they were lying beside each other in an erotic embrace. Legs moved between legs as each girl pressed her pussy to her sister’s thigh, humping each other as their kisses continued.

Kelli could feel the approaching orgasm. The situation had her so turned on, she felt as if jolts of electricity were coursing through her. She longed to come, but she didn’t want to come humping her sister’s thigh. She wanted something else. She wanted her mother to know that the two of them had learned long ago about the various ways to make each other reach a climax.

Breaking the kiss with Kate, Kelli said, “Sixty-nine.” Kate’s eyes widened. “Now,” Kelli said.

Kate realized she would have no choice but to comply. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to lick her sister and be licked by her. She was just not sure about going that far yet in front of  their mother and Sandra.

Kelli unwrapped herself from her little sister and shifted around so that the girls could lick each other’s pussy. She heard a gasp from the sofa and glanced at her mother, who was staring wide-eyed at her daughters as they prepared to lick each other to orgasms.

“We do this a lot, Mom,” Kelli said. “When we finish, we’ll lick you two.”

Kate heard her sister’s promise and felt her heart skip a beat. They had talked last night when they went to bed about licking their mom’s pussy, each of them wondering what it would be like to lick a mature woman’s cunt, talking about what it might be like, how it would taste. The only other pussies she had licked were Laura’s and Emily’s. Now she was going to add her own mother and the mother of her friends to that list.

Kelli pushed her mouth against her little sister’s pussy and began to lick and suck on the tender flesh. Kate’s clitty was small, but firm, and Kelli’s tongue danced over it. Kelli’s nose was pressed against Kate’s vagina, and she could smell her sister’s arousal.

Kate’s tongue began exploring Kelli’s inner labia and settled on her sister’s clit. It was larger than her own, and she could feel the rigid nub as her tongue bathed it. She could see Kelli’s cream oozing out of her vagina, a slick, milky-white nectar that Kate loved to lap up. She felt Kelli beginning her orgasm, and that made her come as well.

Tracy watched her daughters on the floor, their mouths pressed against each other’s pussy. She imagined what it would be like to have those tongues on her own sensitive flesh. Not for the last time, she chastised herself for waiting so long. How long ago would the girls have been willing to do this with her? How many years had she wasted telling herself how wrong it was? She pictured the girls when they were little, when Kelli was eight. Would they have been willing even then? She knew Kelli had discovered the feelings that her little pussy could give her by the time she was eight when Tracy had walked in on Kelli as she was playing with herself in the bathtub. Would Kelli have allowed her mother to teach her about those feelings back then? She remembered the moment and decided that she probably would have.

She wasn’t completely sure Kelli would have allowed that, but she knew she would make sure they all enjoyed each other as much as possible from now on. She pictured her daughters as women with their own children. She hoped they would not wait so long with their own daughters.

Tracy noticed that Sandra was now moving. The woman bent over and placed her mouth on Tracy’s breast, licking and teasing the nipple before sucking it into her mouth.

Tracy turned her attention to her young daughters, who were reaching orgasms as she watched. She saw Kelli begin to buck, followed by Kate. They each pressed against the mouth licking them, getting all the pleasure they could out of their climaxes.

Then they were crawling over to her and Sandra. Kelli, being older, got first choice, or so it seemed to Tracy, as her older daughter moved between her mother’s thighs, spreading them and gazing into the vagina she had entered the world through.

Glancing into her mother’s eyes, Kelli saw the desire there. She knew her mother wanted this as badly as she had ever wanted anything. Kelli smiled and leaned forward, kissing her way up her mother’s thighs.

Kate moved toward Sandra, spreading the woman’s legs farther apart and copying Kelli’s movements with their mom. Small kisses teased their way toward the woman’s bald slit. Kate could smell their neighbor’s desire. Looking into the spread lips of Sandra’s pussy, she could see gobs of the white, slick cream that was seeping from her vagina. As she put her thumbs on Sandra’s mound and spread the lips further apart, tiny strings of the woman’s juices stretched and snapped. Kate was suddenly hungry for Sandra’s lubricating fluids.

She put her face just inches from the woman’s sopping pussy and flicked her tongue out, gathering the cream on the tip and bringing her tongue back into her mouth, where she sucked off the tasty wetness from her tongue. Next, she lapped at the woman’s cunt, gathering a mouthful and swallowing. Delicious!

Moments later, she planted her mouth on Sandra’s pussy, feeling a grown woman’s slit against her mouth for the first time. Kate felt exhilarated by this new experience, and she wondered if this was what it was like for Kelli to lick her hairless pussy. She found she loved the feel of the smoothness, the baby-soft labia that kissed her back. She was suddenly struck with an image of licking a small child, perhaps a six- or seven-year-old. She’d never considered what it would be like to lick a girl that young, but now the fantasy caused her pussy to spasm.

Still keeping one hand along the edge of Sandra’s mound and imagining it was a small child’s, she placed her other hand on her own pussy and rubbed. She came immediately.

Kelli was licking her mother when she heard Kate huffing and puffing out an orgasm as she began licking Sandra’s pussy. She smiled to herself, knowing that meant that Kate was really into what they were doing. This made her happy. She wouldn’t want Kate not to enjoy this unexpected feast.

Kelli was used to licking Kate’s hairless mound, which was one reason she wanted to lick her mother before switching with Kate and licking Sandra. She wanted to know what it was like to lick an adult’s pussy, one with lots of hair. Of course, she had licked Sandra’s daughter Laura before, and she had hair, but her pussy wasn’t this big, and she didn’t have this much hair. Sandra obviously shaved or waxed, maybe both. Kelli was used to bare pussies, and she thrilled to the feel of her mother’s pubic hair against her lips and cheeks.

As Kate started coming down from her orgasm, Kelli began playing with her own clit. The tiny, nerve-packed button throbbed with desire, and like Kate, she started coming within seconds.

After she finished her climax, Kelli glanced at Kate, who seemed to be in the middle of an erotic trance. Her eyes were half-lidded and glassy with lust. Taking her mouth from her mother’s pussy, Kelli scooted over to Kate and tapped her shoulder, intending to switch partners to allow Kate to lick their mom for the first time. When Kate pulled back from Sandra, Kelli could see the older woman’s cream all over her sister’s mouth.

Kelli pulled her little sister to her and kissed her, swabbing her tongue all around the inside of Kate’s mouth before moving to the outside to lick up the sex moisture there. Kate did the same with Kelli, tasting her mother for the first time on her sister’s lips and tongue.

The girls moved to switch places, looking up at the two women. Their mother and Sandra were locked in a passionate embrace, kissing each other, tongues exploring the other’s mouth.

Kelli and Kate smiled at each other before diving in to continue what they’d been doing, only to a different woman than before.

Kate tasted her mother’s pussy, enjoying the tart flavor she had first tasted from her sister’s mouth. Soon, she could feel her mother beginning to hump herself against her mouth.

Sandra felt Kelli begin to lick her pussy. She knew her orgasm was very near and wanted to watch the young girl licking her when she came, so she ended the passionate kiss with Tracy. There would be more of those to savor, but she needed to watch the young girl licking her as she came. She felt the first tremors begin deep within her body. These tremors became strong convulsions of sexual release. Grunts of satisfaction burst from her as she came. Her body seemed to try to bend itself in half with each shock wave of her orgasm. She managed to look down at Kelli while she licked and kissed her cunt. She could see the girl’s eyes dancing with delight.

At that moment Tracy began to come, swift jolts of passion slamming into her with each cresting wave. Kate kept her mouth on her mother’s pussy, riding Tracy’s orgasm with her, doing her best to make sure her mom had an orgasm so good she would want to do this often, if not daily.

When Tracy finished coming, she glanced around. Kate squatted between her legs, a pussy-eating grin on her face. Kelli looked just like Kate, as if she couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Sandra was sprawled on one end of the sofa, and Tracy thought she probably looked about the same as Sandra.

Sandra spoke first. “Well, that was wonderful, don’t you think?” She was looking around at all three of them.

“Yeah,” Kelli said. “I’ve fantasized about this for a long time.”

“You’ve fantasized about this?” Tracy asked her daughter, surprised at this revelation.

“Well, not exactly with all of us together, but yeah. I’ve fantasized about having sex with both of you.”

“How long have you and Kate been fooling around together?” Tracy asked.

“About a year, maybe,” Kelli said, “but we were doing ourselves in front of each other for longer.”

“So you would masturbate in front of each other?” Sandra said, joining the conversation.

Tracy, of course, already knew about this, having discussed it with her daughters last night before watching the movie and masturbating together.

“Yeah,” Kelli said, responding to Sandra. “That started — I don’t know — about the time I started doing it, I guess. We share a room. I couldn’t exactly hide it, and I didn’t want to have to wait until I could be alone whenever I wanted to do it, which was, like, every day just about, so when I figured out how good it felt, I introduced Kate to it.”

“Yeah,” Kate said. “She let me watch her and how she could make herself get off.”

Kelli laughed. “Yeah, she told me she’d touched hers before and it felt good, but she could tell right away she’d never felt THAT good.”

“What about my two girls?” Sandra asked, giving Kelli a mischievous look.

“What about them?” Kelli asked.

“Do you know what they like to do?”

“Well,” Kelli said. She didn’t want to lie, but she also didn’t want to snitch on her and Kate’s friends.

“It’s okay if they do everything the two of you do,” Sandra said. “In fact, I’m hoping they do. I was just wondering if you knew whether or not they fooled around with each other? They share a room like you and Kate, and they even share a bed. So if they fool around, it wouldn’t surprise me.”

Kelli looked over at Kate, who looked back at Kelli and shrugged before saying, “Might as well tell her. It’s not like she’s gonna get mad.”

“Or you can tell me,” Sandra said to Kate, who seemed more willing to tell her about Laura and Emily.

Kate looked into Sandra’s eyes. She saw something there that she recognized now. Sandra was horny. Kate smiled and said, “They do everything Kelli and I do.”

Sandra smiled. “You’re sure? You’re not just assuming it, are you? Believing they must be messing around with each other?”

“It’s true,” Kate said. “We’ve even done it with them.”

“Kaaaate!” Kelli said, drawing her name out in warning.

“It’s okay, Kelli,” Sandra said. “Are you saying you’ve done it together, like all four of you in one bed?”

Kate looked warily at Kelli before answering. “Yeah. We’ve done it like one-on-one and all together.”

“Do they taste good?” Everyone looked at Tracy because she was the one to ask the question.

Sandra grinned at her new lover before repeating the question to Kate.

“Wow, Mom,” Kelli said. “Are you wanting to do it with them too?”

Tracy blushed and said, “I wouldn’t turn them down if they offered.”

“Neither would I,” Sandra said. She put her hand on her pussy and began rubbing lightly, enjoying the feel. “What do you think they would say if they knew that?”

“I don’t know,” Kelli said.

“Emily once told me she thought Mom was hot,” Kate said. “She’d probably do it with her if Mom wanted to.”

“Yeah, Laura said the same thing,” Kelli said. “And when I told her I thought you were hot,” she continued, indicating Sandra, “she said she knew what I meant, so she thinks you’re hot, too.”

“This calls for more fun,” Sandra said. “Would you two girls do me a favor?”

“Sure,” the girls answered, eager to help Sandra.

“Would you get dressed and go get them? Ask them to come over and play?”

“Play?” Kelli asked, fairly certain Sandra wasn’t talking about playing a board game.

“Yes. Tell them your mom and I went into town. Just don’t let them into your garage or they’ll know your mom’s car is here, and mine is parked in our driveway.”

Kelli and Kate looked at each other and grinned. This could be a lot of fun.

“Okay,” Kelli said. “Where will you two really be?”

“Waiting in your garage for you to get things started. Put on a movie for them,” Sandra said. “A sexy one like the one you saw last night.”

Kelli looked at her mom. “Is it where you said it would be?” Kelli asked.

“Yes,” Tracy said, realizing the girls would find much more interesting movies when they looked in her hiding place. “If you see one there you’d rather watch, that’s fine. I have several movies that are more adult.” She didn’t say anything else, wanting the girls to be surprised by her collection of porn movies, most of them lesbian-themed.

The girls got dressed, and Sandra and Tracy went out to the garage, still naked.

“We’ll be back in a few,” Kelli said as they left.

After they were gone, Tracy said, “Are you sure about this? What if they only like to fantasize about sex with their mom?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Sandra said. “I’ve wanted to mess around with them since they were little girls but held off. Either they are willing or they aren’t. I need to find out one way or the other.”

“How little?” Tracy asked, wondering if Sandra’s desires were for girls as young as Tracy thought about sometimes.

“Well, you know everything else about me,” Sandra said with a grin. “I started fantasizing about Laura when she was six.”

“Six?” Tracy asked. She’d never considered a girl that young before, not even her daughters, but she couldn’t say the idea upset her either.

“Yes. And by the time Emily was five, I started including her in my fantasies.”

“That would have made Laura eight,” Tracy said. “That’s about the age I fantasize about sometimes. I remember seeing Kelli in the bathtub when she was eight. She was making a washcloth diaper, pulling it against her tiny mound, and I could tell she was enjoying the feel of the washcloth on her pussy. When I got her out of the tub, I managed to make up a reason to check her there, and her tiny clit was like a small pebble it was so hard. I remember I thought she looked at me funny then, as if she wanted me to touch her there. To rub it. I almost did.”

“You should have,” Sandra said. “I bet this fun would have started long ago for you and your girls.”

“Yes, maybe it would have.”

“You have no idea how much I want to get my mouth on a pussy that young,” Sandra said. “My mouth waters just thinking about it.”

“My mouth is watering for all four of our daughters right now,” Tracy admitted. They had gone out to the garage, leaving the door from the kitchen to the garage slightly ajar to make entering the house easier and quieter.

Kelli and Kate were getting more turned on with each step as they walked next door to get Laura and Emily. The two girls were the same ages as Kelli and Kate, with Laura about a month younger than Kelli, and Emily about six months younger than Kate. When they arrived at the door, they rang the doorbell. Seconds later, Emily was at the door.

“Hey, what’s up?” Emily asked.

“Where’s Laura?” Kelli said.

“In our room. C’mon in and I’ll get her.” As Emily ran back to where their room was, she laughed and said over her shoulder, “She’s playin’ with herself.” Kelli and Kate could hear their voices but not what they were saying.

Laura called out, “Come on back!” and they walked down the hall and entered the girls’ room. Emily had been right. Laura was naked on the bed, her fingers toying with her pussy as if she’d just gotten started. “I thought I’d get off before my mom came back. Isn’t she over at your house?”

“She was,” Kelli said, “but she and my mom went into town. They won’t be back for a couple of hours.”

“Cool,” Laura said. “Wanna join me?”

“Actually,” Kelli said, “we thought you might want to come over to our place and fool around instead.”

“Why would we do that when we can mess around here?” Emily said. “Tad’s gone for the day.” Tad was the girls’ brother.

“Yeah,” Laura said, “and Daddy’s at his office.”

“Again,” added Emily, showing how much she noticed her dad being gone.

“Well, at our place, we could watch a sexy movie. I know where some are that my mom keeps hidden.”

“You mean, like real porn?” Laura asked, suddenly interested.

“Well, maybe not porn, but close to it,” said Kelli. “Come on! Get dressed and come over to our house. We’ll have it to ourselves for at least two hours.”

“You talked me into it!” Laura said and jumped out of bed to get dressed.

When she had put on shorts and a shirt — no underwear — the girls walked back to Kelli and Kate’s house.

When they were inside, they went into Tracy’s bedroom, and Kelli walked over to the small chest of drawers in the closet her mom had mentioned. She opened the bottom drawer and froze.

The movie they’d watched last night was on top, but there were a lot of DVD’s in the drawer as well, scattered in a jumble. These were real porn. There were pictures of women doing things together on the covers.

The other girls stared down at the stash of sexy movies.

Laura said, “I thought you said there wasn’t any real porn.”

“I did,” Kelli said then came up with a response to explain it. “I guess my mom decided to put these in there too. She must have had a different place where she kept these.” Kelli recalled her mom saying they could watch any movie they found in the drawer. Reaching in, she grabbed the one next to Eyes Wide Shut. It was called Where the Boys Aren’t, Volume 4.

“That one looks good,” Emily said.

“Yeah, it does,” Laura agreed.

A minute later, the girls were in the TV room putting the movie in the player. They shucked their clothes before sitting down to watch. Kelli and Kate had nearly forgotten about their mom and Sandra. This unexpected development had pushed that out of their heads for the moment.

Laura leaned over and kissed Kelli. “Thanks for having us over.”

“Don’t mention it,” Kelli said as the movie began to play.

Tracy and Sandra could hear the movie begin from where they waited. Sandra leaned over and whispered to Tracy, “We’ll give them a few minutes to get good and started.” Tracy smiled and nodded back at her new lover.

After ten minutes, which was well into the first sex scene, the mothers gently edged the door to the garage fully open and stepped into the house. Tracy could feel the swelling in her pussy and the moisture beginning to flow heavily as they crept toward the TV room and the sound of women having sex on the screen.

Sandra could feel her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she wondered if it was making a noise loud enough to be heard in the room where the movie was playing. Stepping toward the doorway into that room, she peeked in and felt her heart flutter at the sight.

Lord, this was going to be fun.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 7, 2017 at 7:26 am

By Cheryl Taggert

The next morning, Tracy woke to the smell of bacon frying in the kitchen. She got up and put on her robe before going out to see what the girls were up to. The thought of what they’d done the night before lingered like a wonderful dream, and she worried that it had been a dream after all and wanted to verify that it had, indeed, happened. The reality of having her daughters to masturbate with was almost too good to believe. And again, she wondered where such intimacy might lead.

When she entered the kitchen, she was surprised at what she saw. Kate was helping prepare breakfast, prancing around the kitchen naked while Kelli, who was cooking bacon, needed the apron she wore as her single garment to prevent splatter burns. Kate had set the table and was pouring orange juice for them. Tracy noticed the girl’s butt cheeks as Kate leaned over the table to pour from the pitcher. A mound of halved oranges littered the counter by the juicer, and Tracy knew Kate had made fresh-squeezed for them.

“What’s the occasion?” Tracy asked as she took in the scene.

“Are you kidding?” Kelli said, her jaw dropping.

Tracy gazed at the girls. She didn’t answer. Embarrassment colored her face. Had she forgotten a birthday? No, it was June and none of them were born then. Another special day?

“Mom? Last night?” Kelli said.

Tracy continued staring, confusion stamped on her face. Then she realized what the girls were doing. “The swim trials?” she asked, wanting to tease her daughters.

“Oh, my God, you don’t remember?!” said Kate, panicking. She looked down at her nudity and nearly slammed the pitcher onto the table before running from the room toward their bedroom.

Kelli remained at the stove. “Mom? The movie? You know. The — what we did — together?”

Laughing despite her attempts not to, Tracy said, “Oh, that! You mean, you girls are doing this because of — that?”

“Yes, Mom.” Kelli looked disappointed. “That was kind of important.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help teasing you girls, I guess.” She stood in the middle of the room as Kate came back in, now wearing a robe and staring at her mother with worry. Tracy looked at her younger daughter, who just seconds ago was having fun setting up the impromptu celebration and enjoying the freedom to go nude if she wished. Now, Tracy regretted her joke.

“I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t realize my little joke would upset you. You can go naked.” Kate continued to stare at her mother. “No, really,” Tracy continued. “Take off the robe. I liked you better without it.”

“Not funny, Mom!” Kate said. Exasperated, she heaved a big sigh with a great deal of animation and eye rolling added to it. She stomped back to the girls’ bedroom and returned a moment later, naked once again.

Tracy looked at them and said, “Well, it does seem that I am now the one who’s overdressed here.” She removed her robe and draped it over a dining chair. Now all three were naked, except for Kelli, who was still wearing the apron. Still, Tracy thought her daughter’s bare butt sticking out from beneath the apron’s strings was very cute and sexy.

When she had finished preparing the bacon, Kelli went to the refrigerator and removed a bowl. As she uncovered it, Tracy saw that it contained batter for waffles. It wasn’t until then that she noticed the waffle iron heating up on the far counter.

Minutes later, they were all sitting at the table and enjoying the breakfast the girls had prepared.

“Sweetie,” Tracy said to Kelli. “Why did you consider last night to be worthy of celebration this morning?” She was curious but rushed to add, “Not that I disagree. I just want to hear your reasons.”

“You started treating us like adults last night. You welcomed us as, well, no longer little girls. You created a home where we are free to be ourselves. That’s kinda special, you know?” Tracy could see the tears welling in Kelli’s eyes. Glancing at Kate, she saw the same emotions. Whether from sympathy for her sister or from feeling those same emotions that had caused Kelli to tear up, Tracy wasn’t sure. Indeed, which one had caused Kate to get emotional was moot. The fact remained that Kate got emotional because of the love that had grown from Tracy’s simple act of sexual desire and inclusion of her daughters.

She hadn’t seen her actions in that light before, but now she realized what a big deal this truly was for her daughters… and for herself. She felt the sting of tears in her own eyes and brushed the tears away. “No sense in getting too emotional about this,” she said. “We’ve got too much to do to be spending the morning crying.”

The girls laughed and cried at the same time, brushing away their tears. “What’re we going to do?” Kate asked. Her face glowed with excitement.

“Go shopping. First, we could all use a new pair of shoes for the summer. Not only that, but I’m going to go by a special shop for some things you girls will now be wanting.”

“Like what?” Kelli asked. The lilt in her question spoke of her idea that it might have something to do with what they’d done the night before.

“I’m going to buy you girls your very own vibrators.”

The girls hopped from their chairs and threw their arms in the air, jumping up and down as if to wild music with enough enthusiasm that Kelli’s small boobs bounced delightedly. Kelli then ran to her mother and threw her arms around Tracy’s neck. “Thank you, Mom!”

Kate followed her sister’s lead and did the same.

“It’s more for me than you, you know,” Tracy said. “This way, you won’t be trying to borrow mine.”

They all laughed at this, each knowing just how true that statement was.

The sound of the doorbell caused them all to freeze where they were. The two girls stared at their mother and each other. All of them were naked at the breakfast table, and the girls were behaving as if they were already caught.

Tracy wrapped the petite robe around her and pointed her daughters to their bedroom to get dressed. Taking a deep breath, she started for the front door just as the doorbell sounded again.

*******.

Tracy’s neighbor Sandra was a snooper. She’d always been a snooper, even as a child. She would go through her parents’ and siblings’ private things any chance she got. She felt powerful whenever she discovered something the other person did not want her to know about. For instance, she first learned about porn when she found a VHS tape in her brother’s closet. Although she didn’t know it at the time, it was a porn classic, Behind the Green Door. She had been home alone and stuck the movie into the player. She had watched the movie play until the sex started and she knew right then she was forever hooked on those kinds of movies. She had quickly discovered what types of feelings the people on the screen were experiencing when she had explored her own mound with her fingers and had noticed how tingly she was beginning to feel down there.

The realization had been an epiphany.

She had discovered porn, masturbation, and orgasms all in one afternoon. She had discovered sex with someone else when she confronted her brother with the knowledge of his secret tape. They still fucked on occasion, whenever they got bored with their spouses.

She had been a little ten-year-old at the time. Her mound was as bald as it had been the day she was born, but now it was a lot more educated as to why she had the soft folds of flesh. She’d been told that in addition to being where her pee left her body, it was for bringing babies into the world. She had found it was for much more than that on the fateful afternoon she had snooped in her brother’s room. This event had made her embrace herself as a snooper. She was as addicted to snooping as she was to orgasms.

Last night, she had wanted to snoop on her neighbor Tracy. She had seen the sexy movie on the table and had wondered if the woman — or the older daughter, Kelli — would take the opportunity to watch it once everyone had gone to bed. She had sneaked over to hide outside Tracy’s house to snoop. She knew it was dangerous and if she were ever caught doing such things, she would be arrested, but she couldn’t help herself. The need to know was like a drug, especially when she suspected there might be sex involved.

She had hidden in the bushes outside Tracy’s TV room, hoping to witness either Tracy or Kelli masturbating while watching the movie.

What she had seen, however, was far more than she’d ever imagined.

She had watched — okay, she had watched and masturbated, she admitted to herself — as Tracy and her daughters ended up masturbating together while watching the erotically charged video. She had noticed the girls as they watched their mother get more and more intimate with herself until finally all pretense disappeared and the three brought themselves to what appeared to be some massive orgasms. Sandra had come just as Kelli, the older daughter, had reached her own climax.

Now, she realized that with that knowledge, she could end up having even more fun with this very sexy mom and her daughters. Hell, she might even get these two girls to offer the same fun to her own daughters. The thought of watching her two girls masturbate was thrilling, and the idea that she might be able to even join in made her pussy gush fluids.

She rang her neighbor’s doorbell and waited for the door to open.

When the bell was finally answered, Sandra found herself staring at a nearly naked Tracy. She wasn’t sure how much in the way of clothing was beneath the short wrap the woman was wearing, but it couldn’t have been much. Indeed, the outline of Tracy’s nipples visible in the fabric verified she wasn’t wearing a bra. It didn’t take much imagination to believe she was looking at the entirety of what her neighbor was wearing.

“Oh, Sandra,” Tracy said as her eyes darted up and down the street. “What brings you over so early?” Tracy had wanted to hint at the time. It was nearing mid-morning, but she wanted Sandra to think she considered this too early to drop in unannounced and uninvited. Besides, she wanted to get dressed and take her daughters shopping. She was hoping to watch them try out their new toys when they returned from their little excursion.

Sandra glanced around the outdoors as well before saying, “Well, I have something to discuss with you, but it’s not something I would want to talk about outside.”

“Oh?” Tracy said. The obvious privacy Sandra wanted in order to discuss whatever was on her mind made Tracy’s  heart skip a beat until she realized Sandra could certainly have no idea what had gone on the previous night. Realizing she had little choice, Tracy invited her neighbor inside.

Sandra entered the home and looked around. She was wondering where the girls were. She could smell bacon that had been cooked some time ago, so she knew they were up.

Turning, she decided on the same direct approach she had used with her brother — and later her sisters as well after she had discovered things about them.

“I saw what you three did last night in the TV room,” she said.

“I’m… what? How?” Tracy stammered. She felt her heart racing as panic began to take control of her mind. She sat on the sofa as her legs gave out from beneath her.

“I have to admit to doing a little illegal peeping outside your window last night. I was thinking that either you or Kelli would watch the movie and masturbate. I had no idea it would be all three of you… together.” She didn’t hesitate to blurt out her own small crime of peeping because she knew Tracy would never tell anyone. What was she going to do? If Tracy called the police, the world would also find out what she and her daughters had done last night.

Tracy had the sudden image of the police arriving at her home and arresting her for molesting her own daughters, even though she had never touched them, while taking her daughters into custody to place in foster homes. Even if the truth came out that she had not actually molested them, she would be ruined.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Tracy asked, doing her best to catch her breath.

“Oh, honey — to get off!” Sandra said, smiling. “I joined you while watching the fun. In fact, I came at the same time Kelli did.”

“Are you going to blackmail me? I don’t have any money to make it worth your while.”

“No, I’m not going to blackmail you. I wouldn’t think of it. At least, not for money. No, Tracy — you see I want to join you three for masturbation sessions and… well… whatever comes along the girls and you might want to… try out.”

“You want to… join us?” Tracy asked, feeling faint and glad she was sitting down.

“Yes. And, well, I would like to enlist your daughters to help me with my own two. I know they touch themselves. Hell, I caught Emily humping a pillow in the living room just a few weeks ago, and she’s younger, so I know Laura is doing it as well. I’d just like some help getting them… involved.”

“Involved with what?” Tracy asked.

“More like, involved with whom,” Sandra answered, a suggestive gleam in her eyes that went along with the alluring smile.

“You want my daughters to… seduce them?” Tracy asked.

“Not seduce exactly. More like expand their horizons to more freely accept sex with their mom, or at least to masturbate together. Some people just consider mother-daughter incest to be so… I don’t know… taboo. I don’t feel that way, but it’s not as if I can sit down at the dinner table and say, ‘Gee, girls, you know your mom is in favor of incest, so why don’t you two get it on here on the dining table after dinner, and I can join you?’ now can I?”

“You’re in favor of…” Tracy said, unable to say the word despite her own desires in that area.

“Incest. You can say it, you know. It won’t bring lightning down on you or anything. Yes, I have practiced it since I was ten. First, with my older brother, then with my two sisters — one older, one younger.”

“And now you want to have sex with your daughters?”

“You say it as if you didn’t sit here in this room last night and have a major jill fest with your own daughters.”

“Well, that’s different. It’s not as if they weren’t already doing it in the privacy of their own bedroom or something. I never touched either of them.”

“And you never considered touching them?” Sandra asked.

Tracy stared at her neighbor, unable to believe this conversation was taking place. She had forgotten everything that had been going on before Sandra’s arrival. She forgot she had sent her daughters to get dressed, and it didn’t occur to her that they would come out of their bedroom once they were in decent attire.

Kelli and Kate opened the door to their bedroom and listened for a moment to the conversation in the den, which was at the end of the hallway. They had begun listening when their mother had said the words, “You’re in favor of.” They were shocked at the conversation that had followed. Their neighbor, Sandra, had the hots for her own daughters. Not only that, but she had been involved in a sexual relationship with her own brother and two sisters. They had met Laura and Emily’s uncle and aunts on numerous occasions, and the idea that their friend’s mother had had sex with all three of them — her own siblings — was stunning.

Yes, Kelli and Kate  had been involved with each other, but it was strange to think such playtime had been enjoyed by the mother of their best friends. Secretly, the girls each thought Sandra was extremely sexy, and the confession they were eavesdropping on only served to heighten those feelings.

Then the conversation between their mother and their sexy neighbor turned to how Sandra wanted to have sex with Laura and Emily! Not only that, but Sandra was implying in what she was saying that their mother wanted sex with the two of them as well.

The last thing they’d heard was Sandra saying, “And you never considered touching them?” The “them” she was referring to were, well, them! Kelli and Kate stared at each other as the import of those words hit them.

Kelli leaned over to her little sister and whispered in her ear, “Mom wants to have sex with us!”

Kate only nodded in reply, too stunned to speak. She pictured her mother last night sitting in the den, her hands rubbing her clit as she stared at her naked daughters. Suddenly, the thought it took their neighbor to point it out to her made her feel stupid, as if she’d been able to smell a roast in the oven and had not realized there might be roast for dinner. She felt the embarrassment of someone who has missed the obvious. Looking into the face of her older sister, she could tell Kelli was thinking the same thing. How could they have missed it?

“Go on,” Sandra was saying. “Admitting it is half the battle. Once you accept it, the incestuous desires will be easier to deal with. Take my word for it.”

The girls heard their mother take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Okay, I admit it. I’ve wondered what the hell I was going to do about it for the longest.”

“Simple,” Sandra said. “After last night, you’re more than halfway there already. Believe me, I saw how your girls were looking at you as you rubbed away at your cunt. I saw hunger in their eyes. Almost as much hunger as I saw in yours.”

“You’re saying they want to have sex with me too?” Tracy asked, not able to believe what she wanted so badly could be true, yet hoping it was.

“I’d bet my house on it,” Sandra said. “My guess is they’re already messing around with each other. How big a leap is it to go from incest with your sister to incest with your mom?”

“And you want them to get your daughters to have sex with each other? And you?” Tracy asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if they were already having fun with each other. I mean, they share a bedroom and a bed. They’re healthy, adolescent girls. Hormones are raging through their bodies, along with the resulting horniness that accompanies those hormones. I mean, they have to at least be masturbating together. If not, that needs to change immediately anyway. But once we establish they are having sex with each other, then yes, I want your girls to, well, talk up sex with me. You know, sort of give permission to do it without feeling guilty about it. Feeling okay with it is the first step to doing it. Take my word for it.”

“So, how do we go about getting my girls involved?” Tracy asked.

At that moment, what she’d forgotten became all too clear as the girls stepped into the room. Kate hadn’t planned on letting their mom and Sandra know they’d been listening in on the private conversation, but Kelli had grabbed her arm and pulled her into the den to confront their mother and Sandra.

Tracy gasped when her daughters stepped into the den. They’d obviously heard enough of the conversation that they were fully informed of Sandra’s intentions.

While Tracy gasped, Sandra just smiled and said hello to them. She’d obviously been counting on the girls listening in.

Tracy was too stunned to move. She watched her older daughter reach for the hem of her t-shirt and pull it over her head, revealing her braless boobs. Kelli then turned to her little sister and said, “I guess it’s time Mom knew everything.”

She leaned toward Kate and pressed her lips to the younger girl’s, using her tongue to open Kate’s mouth and dancing her tongue around inside her sister’s mouth. Kate returned the kiss, the passion rising as she felt her pussy getting wet.

Kelli raised Kate’s shirt and removed it as well, revealing small, perfectly formed breasts to Sandra’s gaze, not to mention their mother’s dumbfounded stare. Kelli hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her younger sister’s shorts and pushed them down far enough to allow the garment to move over the girl’s shapely butt to expose Kate’s panty-clad ass. A gentle shove moved the shorts from beneath Kate’s butt cheeks to her ankles.

Kate returned the favor. As she pushed Kelli’s shorts down to puddle at her sister’s ankles, she could feel her own excitement grow. The swelling in her pussy seemed to take over her body and mind. The lust created by the idea she and Kelli were about to put on an incestuous lesbian show for their mother and neighbor was enough to send the young girl’s cream gushing from her pussy.

The girls pushed each other’s panties to the floor together and stood embracing each other before Tracy and Sandra, completely naked now. The girls’ hands roamed each other’s bodies, pinching nipples and squeezing butt cheeks as each girl continued to kiss while exploring the other’s tongue with her own.

Tracy looked at Sandra and wasn’t surprised to see the woman’s hand inside her slacks, rubbing her own cunt as she watched the sisters fondle each other.

Sandra noticed Tracy had seen what she was doing and thought, what the hell? She reached to the waistline of her slacks, which had an elastic waistband as well, and pushed them and her panties down in one motion. Seconds later, her top and bra were off and she stood naked in Tracy’s den.

Now Tracy was the only one in the room who wasn’t naked. Kelli noticed and said, “Mom, why don’t you get comfortable too? That way Kate and I can do what we want to do with you.” Then the girl looked at Sandra. “Just like we can with Sandra.”

The sisters returned to their kiss as Kelli put her pinkie finger inside her sister’s butthole just to the first knuckle. She knew Kate loved this, and Kelli felt her little sister squirm with the excitement of the feeling of having Kelli’s finger inside her back door.

Tracy removed the thin robe and began to touch herself as she watched her daughters making love. She felt a hand on her breast and looked to see Sandra looking at her, one eyebrow arched in question. The eyebrow said, “So? Shall we go ahead and enjoy this as much as I know we both want to?”

Tracy moved in quickly and planted her mouth on her neighbor’s, tasting the woman’s tongue with her own for the first time.

She was in a sort of heaven as she felt her heart quicken. This was exactly what she had wanted for some time, she finally admitted. This was going to be the beginning of a sexual exploration that she felt would only get better and better with each new experience.

She relished the thought as she relished the hand that was now reaching for her pussy and inserting a finger into the drenched depths of her vagina.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 2

  • Posted on August 31, 2017 at 8:28 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Tracy sat back as the movie began, watching the opening credits without really reading them. Her mind was a whirr. Mostly during that night, she watched her daughters until several nude scenes had gone by, mostly of the very hot Nicole Kidman. She wondered if her daughters would get as turned on looking at a naked woman and thought about her neighbor’s words when Sandra had said that seeing something sexual brought on sexual excitement, whether or not it was a woman or a man in the sexual situation.

By the time an hour of the movie had elapsed, she was as horny as she’d been in months. She’d not been this turned on since her last conversation with Kate about masturbation, when her eleven year old had admitted to ‘sometimes touching’ herself ‘down there’ for the pleasure.

She looked over at her daughters and decided to take the plunge she had been planning. They were all wearing nothing but their pajamas, and using one hand, she began to massage her midriff, gradually lifting the hem of her top to expose her flat belly to anyone who chose to look at her.

And her daughters definitely chose to do just that.

She had been noticing the girls squirming as the movie became more and more sexual. They had enjoyed watching Nicole Kidman as she bared her body for their pleasure. They had listened intently to the adult dialogue, which served to heighten their feelings of desire.

Now her daughters were watching her as much as they watched the movie. Kate was openly ogling her mother as Tracy’s hands made their sensuous journey over the taut skin, raising goose-flesh along the path. Meanwhile, Tracy did her best to ignore her daughters as she grew bolder with her touches.

As if she’d done this every day of her girls’ lives, she reached beneath the hem of her top and tweaked her nipple, a small gasp of delight echoing briefly throughout the room as she did so.

She glanced at Kelli and Kate, blushing as she did, and pretending she’d been caught without planning to be.

“Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” she said.

Tracy saw her daughters exchange another glance, this one seeming to ask the other if this was really happening.

In answer, Tracy let her hand move to openly tweak her nipple once again before cupping her small breast, a sigh escaping her as the pleasure throbbed throughout her body, causing her legs to straighten and stretch out and her knees to lock as she spread her legs slightly.

Again, she noticed Kelli and Kate exchange questioning looks. Tracy wondered if the looks signaled a ‘should we or shouldn’t we’ between them. It seemed to signal a question that neither could answer, yet both wanted the answer that seemed to hover in the almost suffocating air of the room.

Now, Tracy was openly squeezing her tit, pinching the erect nipple before moving to the other breast and performing the same magic on it. At the same time, her other hand began a journey down her middle to the hem of her pajama bottoms. This hand slowly dived beneath the elastic waistline and openly began to massage her cunt beneath the thin fabric.

Tracy looked at Kelli and said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. If you want to, you can.” She smiled before continuing, “And I know you want to.” Then she looked at Kate. “Both of you do.”

Her hands continued their sexual self-massage. She would soon be at the brink of an orgasm, a climax that she’d longed for all day. That need had been heightened by the unplanned encounter with Sandra, who had openly suggested they have sex with each other. And now she was sitting here on her sofa in her family room, one hand at her breast, the other shamelessly massaging her pussy beneath the flimsy cotton of her pajama bottoms. And both her daughters were watching her intently.

She watched as Kelli and Kate exchanged knowing looks once again. Then she saw it in Kelli’s face. She was going to join in. She leaned back in the chair she sat in and her hands moved down her torso to the hem of her pajama bottoms. Then she was pushing her hands lower, down past her lower tummy to the moisture that awaited in her heated slit.

*******

Kelli couldn’t believe that her mom was going to allow her and Kate to watch a movie like Eyes Wide Shut. She had not seen it, of course, but she had certainly heard about it. It was an old movie, at least as far as she was concerned, but she had heard that there was plenty of nudity and sex in it. She could feel her pussy beginning to moisten and swell, her clit coming to life in an instant, as the movie began. She hoped she would be able to wait until she and Kate went to bed to touch herself. She knew she would be getting off tonight; the only question was could she last the entire movie before saying she was too sleepy to continue watching.

She was fully aware her mom would probably not believe that. She was totally certain of it, in fact, but what would she do instead? Tell her mom, ‘I’m too turned on to stay out here watching this, so I’m going to go jill off in my bedroom’? She also knew that Kate would join her once she did leave the room to go masturbate. Kate was no fool either, and she would probably want to do a little more than masturbate.

That was one thing they’d not told their mom about their sexual discoveries. They were more likely to mess around with each other than they were to just get themselves off. That was especially true if both of them were extremely horny and had the time to do more than have an orgasm or two.

After the movie had played for about a half hour, she was fairly itching to get her hands on her pussy, and she was absolutely sure that Kate was feeling the same way. Hell, anyone would be completely horny after watching this. She didn’t want to admit it to her mom, but she found Nicole Kidman to be one of the sexiest people on the planet. Kate knew how she felt about the actress. They’d talked about how sexy she was before. Now, she was enjoying the unbelievable treat of seeing the woman naked. And it was obviously no body double either. This was the real Nicole Kidman in the nude. Kelli wanted to bury her face in the woman’s butt when she saw it in the movie. It was so… beautiful.

She was about to give up and excuse herself to go to bed — the embarrassment had already started to burn her cheeks in anticipation of the obvious lie — when she noticed her mom doing something totally unexpected.

She was starting to rub her newly exposed tummy and even began to play with her own tit, casually rubbing the nipple through the thin pajama fabric.

Now the burning in her cheeks was from something other than embarrassment. The simple act of seeing her mother touch her body for sexual pleasure was heating her up in a way she never thought possible. She was now watching her mom more than she was the movie, and she noticed Kate doing the same thing. Her sister’s mouth was literally hanging open in utter surprise, and her eyes seemed to be trying to bulge out of their sockets. Kelli wondered if her own expression was identical to her sister’s before purposely closing her mouth with a slight snap.

Now her mom’s hand was diving beneath her pajama bottoms! Oh my God! She was going to actually touch her own pussy right there in front of them.

Kelli didn’t know what to say or do when her mom looked at her and spoke. Did she really just say that? Did she really just tell them she knew they wanted to join her and that… that it was okay?!

Kelli looked at her little sister. Kate was trying to decide whether or not to take their mom up on the offer. Kelli took less time to make that decision. She was so horny she thought she might be able to come in like five seconds, and either she joined her mom right there while watching a very sexy scene in the movie, or she left the room — and the movie — to get herself off in the bedroom.

Looking at Kate again, she could see the same question running through Kate’s mind. Then she decided. If Mom said it was okay, then she meant it. She leaned back and placed her hands on her tummy and moved them down to her pj’s and beyond. When her hands felt the wetness that had been leaking out of her slit, she realized maybe she should have worn panties tonight so all that fluid would gather in the gusset rather than wet the seat of her cotton pajamas.

Kelli inhaled sharply at the first contact of her fingers on her pussy. She felt her clit give a sharp jolt as her fingers gathered the slick goo to rub all over her throbbing cunt. She noticed her mom watching her but tried to ignore it. Knowing Mom was watching her get herself off had an unusual effect on her. On the one hand, it was as hot as hell that her mom was watching her masturbate — and not caring one bit. On the other hand, it was embarrassing knowing she was watching her give herself sexual pleasure. She wondered if that would prevent her from getting off. She sincerely hoped not. She was badly in need of a climax.

*******

Kate wasn’t sure what to do. She had been struggling with how to handle her horniness since her mom had invited them to watch something they had never been allowed to watch before because of the sex in the movie. It was like their mom was saying it was okay to watch this and get horny. In fact, she’d pretty well said exactly that. And GOD was she horny!! Especially after watching this movie with naked people and sex in it everywhere. She wasn’t following the plot that well — it was kind of weird in fact but she chalked that up to it being intended for adults — but she certainly was getting the idea that the plot centered around sex.

When her mom started touching herself, she thought she might come right there without even touching her pussy at all. She’d been thinking about what would probably happen once Kelli got too horny to keep from touching herself and would leave for the bedroom. Then Kate was starting to think about getting her older sister’s attention and secretly nod toward the bedroom, indicating she was more than ready to go to bed and fool around until they both came at least once. Then her mom started… touching herself.

She couldn’t help staring at her mom as her hands started messing with her boobs and then sliding down towards her pussy before diving into her pajamas to touch herself. The thought My mom’s playing with her pussy right in front of me shot through her mind and seemed to make a beeline to her pussy, which trembled with desire she’d never experienced before.

Then Mom spoke to her and Kelli about going ahead if they wanted to — and that she knew they wanted to. How had she known that? She’d not touched herself at all. She’d been doing her very best to hide the feelings she was experiencing — to pretend she wasn’t horny at all, like she was just enjoying the plot of the movie. The plot she couldn’t follow at all except for the sex and nudity.

Then Kelli looked at her. Kate knew if Kelli stood up to go to the bedroom, she would have to join her there. And what would their mom think then? Would she know what they were going to do together the way she’d known they were horny without ever touching themselves? Her neighbor, Laura, had once told her that parents got just as horny as kids when they were young and they knew some kids fooled around with each other. Would her mom suspect what had been going on between her and Kelli for almost a year now? And would that lead to her knowing that the two of them liked to have sex with their neighbors, Emily and Laura on a fairly regular basis?

Now Kate was stuck between wanting Kelli to stay in here and join their mom and wanting her to go to the bedroom. Either choice would cause her extreme embarrassment. She wanted to touch herself — wanted it in the worst way — but could she do that in front of her own mother? Just reach her hands down into her pajamas and masturbate to a crashing orgasm right there with Mom watching her every move?

She was staring at their mom when she heard a slight snapping sound. She looked over at Kelli, where the sound seemed to come from, but she couldn’t tell what the noise had been. Then Kelli was leaning back and her hands were moving down toward her pussy beneath the soft material of her pajamas.

Seconds later, Kelli was openly massaging her pussy while their mom did the same. Kate’s gaze moved from her sister to her mother and back again, while her pussy felt like it would explode any second now.

She heard her mom speak. “It’s okay, Kate sweetie. I know you want to. Go ahead. Join us.”

Turning a bright red, she lay back on the sofa next to where she was sitting beside her mother and pushed her hands down inside her pajamas and panties to her still-bald pussy, touching it and feeling the ripples run through her as if her hands were small stones that had disturbed the surface of a lake.

She felt a rustle of movement on the sofa and watched, mesmerized, as her mother stood up and pushed her pajamas down to her ankles and casually unbuttoned her top to discard it as well. Her mother was nude in front of her! She’d not seen her mom naked in — well she couldn’t remember the last time. And now she stood there in the family room, totally naked.

“You girls keep going. I’ll be right back,” her mom said.

*******

Tracy went to the linen closet and retrieved three towels before returning to the family room and her masturbating daughters. She spread one of the towels on the sofa and sat on it before tossing the other two at her daughters.

“You don’t have to get naked, but just in case you do, I brought these for you to use,” she said.

Tracy watched as Kelli made an immediate decision. Standing, she saw her older daughter glance at Kate and shuck her bottoms before unbuttoning and peeling off her top. Now she, too, stood naked in the room. Tracy admired the youthful beauty of her older daughter. She noticed the sparse hair on her pussy that did its best to hide the girl’s slit from view, a dark brown patch of hair that seemed to invite a lover to explore the depths beyond the immature growth.

Tracy looked at Kate, now the only one in the room with any clothing on at all. Her eyes seemed to beg the girl to join them, to allow her to see the girl in all her naked splendor. She found herself wondering if her younger daughter had begun growing pubic hair yet, or was she still bald there?

Tracy said again to her younger child, “It’s okay, sweetie. Everything is okay.”

She grinned as Kate stood and pulled her pajamas and panties down past her knees, where they fell in a clump of fabric to the floor. She pulled the t-shirt top that matched the bottoms off and sat, as if hurrying to hide her charms from the prying gaze of her mother.

The child’s hand moved instantly to her bare pubes and began to rub her slit. Tracy felt her mouth watering at the sight. She wondered how the girl would taste if she ever had the pleasure to taste her.

She pushed that thought away, however. She wasn’t ready to think about such things now. Not yet, at least. Still, the image lingered and would invade her mind, unbidden, for days afterwards. Each time it occurred, she would have to masturbate. Twice that happened while she was at work, and she would spend the next ten minutes in the ladies’ restroom, silently rubbing her pussy to climax so she could get back to her desk and concentrate on her work, which was impossible when imagining things she’d like to do with her daughters beyond merely masturbating.

As they continued watching the movie in between watching each other, their passions mounted. Each could feel the approaching orgasm that seemed ready to slam into them at any moment.

Tracy was the first to come. She had already had several smaller climaxes, but the one she’d been working on for what felt like all day now hit her with surprising force. She shivered, groaned, and spasmed as she came. She did her best to watch her daughters watching her come.

Then Kelli came, almost immediately on the heels of Tracy’s orgasm. Like her mother, she shook and trembled as the orgasm seized her, the moans seeming to come from deep inside her.

Kate was the last to come. She gasped as the orgasm took her, and she continued rubbing herself as it subsided, finally collapsing back onto the sofa, where she felt as though she had just bathed in her own sweat. She realized she would need another shower before going to bed.

As the three caught their breath, Tracy looked at the lovely girls she had given birth to, had nursed, had comforted their entire lives.

And now, she had enjoyed a special time with them that few mothers shared with their daughters.

She stood now and stopped the movie before putting it back in its case. Turning to her girls, she said, “I hope you don’t hold what just happened against me. I love you both and want you to feel secure in doing whatever you wish to yourselves without fear of getting in trouble and without any shame or embarrassment. Whenever you feel like doing this, you may, as long as nobody is around who might object to it. You can rest assured I will never object. All I ask is that you use a towel to sit on.”

With that, she turned and went into her bedroom, saying, “The movie will be where I said it will be” as she closed her bedroom door.

“Holy fuck,” Kelli said. “Is that cool, or what?”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Kate said. “Do you think she’d mind if she knew what we do together?”

“Actually, I doubt it. She seems to be okay with just about anything other than getting caught by someone who would mind.”

The girls gathered their towels and dropped them in the hamper on their way to their bedroom. They left their pajamas behind, never to be worn at home again.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 1

  • Posted on August 24, 2017 at 2:06 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Tracy looked at the movie in her hand. She’d seen it in the DVD area of Walmart and decided to buy it on a whim. She could say it was entirely unplanned, a spur of the moment thing.

But that wouldn’t exactly be true.

She’d been considering this for weeks now, though she’d refused to believe her mind had actually gone there. Weeks? No, nearly two months. That was when she’d had the separate conversations with her two girls, Kelli, who was 14, and Kate, nearly 12. Those conversations had taken place after nearly a year of thinking about having them. It had taken that long because of the topic.

Masturbation.

Yes, she had finally taken the plunge, as they say, and discussed with each of them the most intimate thing a girl could do when alone. At first, she had convinced herself she wanted to talk to them about it so they wouldn’t feel as guilty as so many girls their age about what she considered a completely normal activity. Then, she had finally been forced to admit her most private thoughts to herself.

She had been turned on thinking about them touching themselves. Maybe turned on was too tame a phrase for how she felt. She’d burned in her own pussy at the images that would fleet, unbidden, into her mind while satisfying her own needs. She would find herself near orgasm, and the sudden picture would coalesce in her mind of her daughters lying in a bed together, their hands a blur of activity at their centers. In her mind’s eye she would see them joining her in her orgasm, which became more intense at the imagined sight that would strike with the suddeness of lightning.

Now, she was moving to the next phase of what she’d begun to call “Operation Group Masturbation.” It was a silly title, intended to make her laugh to better handle the lust that seemed to throb within her each time she thought of where she wanted her relationship with her daughters to go. They had each finally admitted — after a confession from their mother admitting to masturbating since childhood — to having experimented with bringing themselves sexual pleasure when alone.

She looked down at the movie in her hands. Eyes Wide Shut. She’d seen it before, of course, and knew exactly why she had bought it. There was plenty of sex in it. Certainly more than most mothers would expose their young daughters to. Just the memory of Nicole Kidman’s shapely ass and small boobs could cause her clit to stir. Her slit to moisten. The sexual tension that permeated the movie would almost certainly get her daughters to consider what they might do when they went to bed.

But Tracy had other plans. She intended for all of them to enjoy their own private touches right there in the family room while seated together. This, she hoped, would lead to the girls — and herself — feeling free to enjoy such touches whenever or wherever the urge occurred. She imagined a home where she would enter Kelli and Kate’s bedroom — they shared a room — to find them sprawled naked on their beds, unashamed and boldly rubbing their slits to orgasm. Or maybe she would come home from buying groceries and find them in the family room watching a movie and bringing themselves off.

They would look at her and invite her to join in. She would strip and sit between them…

Suddenly, the images were taking over once again, moving along a path that she had no real way to control. She saw her there with them, touching herself.

Tracy closed her eyes as the sensations seized her once again. The wetness. The warmth. The tingles.

Then opening her eyes, she realized she would have to stop the fantasy before it started, or else she would have to take care of matters right then and there. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm at that moment, she wanted to witness her daughters reach theirs even more. She knew she would have to maintain that edge of desire to go through with her plan.

Placing the DVD on the sofa table for later, she went into the kitchen to cook dinner. Her neighbor, Sandra Brisbane, would be arriving with Kelli and Kate at any moment. She and Sandra, who was Tracy’s age and an absolute knock-out, had girls who were part of the local YWCA swim team, and it had been Sandra’s turn to taxi the girls to and from practice.

As if on cue, Kelli and Kate walked through the door, followed by Sandra and her daughters, Laura and Emily, who were the same ages as Tracy’s own daughters.

“Hey, Mom! We’re home!” Kelli shouted as she entered, leading the entourage.

Tracy finished washing her hands and went into the family room where everyone was gathered.

Her heart nearly stopped when she entered the room. The girls were occupied with chatter about the upcoming swim meet. Sandra, however, was standing by the sofa table, looking down at the movie there. Tracy could almost see the wheels turning in Sandra’s head, wondering why Tracy had a movie like that out where it would be obvious that either she had been watching it earlier or intended to watch it later. It didn’t really bother her that Sandra knew, except that the real reason caused her embarrassment, as if Sandra could determine everything at the sight of this one sexy movie. It certainly didn’t fit with the Disney movies and teen comedies that stood innocently on the shelf near the TV. A quick glance at the movies there would clearly indicate that this one was the only movie that had what could only be described as hot sex in it, even if that sex was not of the porno variety. The few of those Tracy had were tucked neatly away in her closet for private use in her bedroom, thank goodness.

“Hey, girls!” Tracy said, managing to sound as if she wasn’t trying to still her quiet, and almost certainly unnecessary panic. The girls were still in their swimsuits, which clung wetly to their bodies, and Tracy felt her pussy warm at the sight of them. Laura and Emily were as pretty as Kelli and Kate. Tracy wished the girls were wearing their personal swimsuits, the ones they wore when swimming for fun and not for racing. The racing suits had enough padding in the tops to eliminate any nipple outlines. Their personal suits were thin cotton and had no such limitations.

“Mom!” Kate exclaimed. “I came in second in trials!”

“That’s wonderful!” Tracy said. “Who came in first?”

Kate glanced at Emily, who blushed. The girl’s shyness always made Tracy smile. “It was only by a half-second,” Emily said. “You’ll probably be beating my time by the meet.”

“How’d you other girls do?” Tracy asked.

“I came in third and Laura, fifth,” Kelli said, sounding resigned to her fate to always be good but not the best. “Lori Jacobs beat everyone, as usual. And this new girl, Corinne, came in second.”

“I had a bad turn after the first leg,” Laura said, as explanation for her poor showing.

“Well, you girls need to go get your showers,” Tracy said to her daughters. “Dinner should be ready when you’re done.”

The two girls said good-bye to Laura and Emily before rushing down the hallway to their room. The thought that they would soon be naked together in there crossed Tracy’s mind, but she pushed the image away.

“You girls go ahead on home,” Sandra said to her daughters. “I’ll be along in a second.”

The two girls said good-bye to Tracy and left to get their own showers. Tracy was aware that Sandra’s girls also shared a room, mostly out of necessity because their younger brother had the third bedroom, and once again, the unbidden image of two sexy, naked young girls came to mind. And as before, she pushed the image away. Her libido, it seemed was on overdrive with the plans she’d made, causing her to see sex in nearly everything and everyone.

When they were alone in the room, Sandra stepped over to the sofa table and, smiling suggestively, picked up the video case with one hand while pushing her shoulder-length, ebony hair behind one ear.

“I know you caught me looking at this. You know, you really should put it away after watching it,” Sandra joked. “The girls might get ideas.”

Blushing deeply, Tracy took the movie from her neighbor as if accepting the offer of a snack before slipping it behind the other movies on the nearby shelf as if trying to hide it.

Sandra continued as Tracy placed the movie out of sight. “Kelli already noticed it, which is why I saw it really. I think she might already have ideas of searching the house when she’s alone.” She smiled with good humor at her neighbor’s discomfort. They were close enough as friends that she knew she could tease Tracy about this.

“Well, then. I’ll have to find a better hiding place later,” Tracy said.

“Don’t feel bad. Ben is so preoccupied with his new position at the office, I’ve not had any in over two weeks. If not for my vibe, I’d be climbing the walls,” Sandra said.

Tracy looked at Sandra. They were friends, yes, but they had never had such a frank discussion about sex before, much less a conversation about masturbation, which always seemed to be at the top of everyone’s list of forbidden topics.

A rush of embarrassment made Tracy laugh out loud, easing the slight tension that had built since she’d noticed Sandra checking out the movie.

“Hey, really. We all do it, right?” Sandra said. “I imagine even Kelli and Laura have tried it out at least.” Tracy just shrugged, feeling if she said anything she would reveal her motives for having the movie without meaning to. “Hell, I was doing it by the time I was their age, younger in fact.” Sandra thought for a moment. “I think I might have been Kate and Emily’s age when I had my first orgasm.”

Sandra looked at Tracy, her eyebrows raised in a question. “What about you?” she asked.

“Good lord!” Tracy said. “Why this topic all of a sudden? You horny?”

“It’s only natural, you know. I mean, I’m no lesbian or anything — Ben will attest to that — but it’s a natural occurrence when we encounter sex involving someone else that it, well, brings a physical reaction,” Sandra said.

At that moment either Kelli or Kate came out of their bedroom, which was beyond where the two women could see, and walked down the hallway of the small house and scampered into the bathroom for her shower. The two women waited until they heard the shower begin to run before they continued.

“So where did you learn that?” Tracy asked. At Sandra’s questioning look, Tracy said, “That encountering sex involving someone else brings a ‘physical reaction’ as you say.”

Sandra smiled. “From reading Ben’s girlie mags. There are tons of articles about sexual response in them.”

Tracy laughed. “So like most men, he says he gets them for the articles, but you actually read them?”

Sandra gave Tracy a sly smirk. “Hey, I appreciate the female form, too. It’s like what I was saying. The female form is just another suggestion of sex, and we all have a natural reaction to that. Are you telling me you don’t appreciate a pretty woman?”

“Of course I do,” Tracy said. “But you’re making it sound like –” She stopped, wondering if they should take the conversation where her comment would steer it.

“Like what?” Sandra asked.

“Well, like you, well, are — interested — in women. You know, as in… interested.”

“I don’t mind admitting to some experimentation in college, and even earlier. High school even.” She stopped. “Actually my first time with another girl was in seventh grade. Beth Conners.” She had actually been younger, and her first was not Beth, but Sandra didn’t want to go there with Tracy, at least not yet.

Tracy blushed. “What did you… do with each other at that age?”

“Mostly we just got ourselves off together. We’d talk about what guy we’d like to do it with or which Hollywood hunk. That would get us horny, and we’d do it. Eventually we figured out we could hump each other’s leg, like we were fucking, and get off. It was actually pretty innocent.” Again, there was more — much more — but the topic was too taboo to discuss right then. Sandra would have to know Tracy wouldn’t say anything about it before she would actually tell her.

Tracy couldn’t help herself. “What about later? What about high school? And college?”

“Well, things… progressed, shall we say.”

Tracy looked at her neighbor with open interest.

“Progressed to… what?”

“Let’s just say I found out my own pussy wasn’t the only one that tasted good.”

“Shit! You mean–?”

“Hey, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” Sandra said.

Tracy looked at Sandra, whose eyebrows were slightly raised. Questioning. Offering?

“Um… yes… well…” Tracy stammered, not sure if she should take the conversation further to where Sandra was wanting to take it. Her sexy neighbor was obviously coming on to her, offering some naughty fun in the lonely afternoons.

“It beats being alone with a vibe,” Sandra said, clearly wanting Tracy to take her up on her offer. “Or your fingers,” she added when Tracy remained silent. Then after Tracy still didn’t respond, she said, “Or damn near anything else you can use when alone.”

Tracy stood, dumbfounded. Sandra leaned toward her. For a moment Tracy thought she was going to kiss her, and she realized suddenly that she would welcome it. Instead, she gave Tracy a quick hug and said into her ear. “I can tell you’re curious. If you ever decide to follow your curiosity, let me know. I’m right next door.”

It was all Tracy could do to refrain from pulling Sandra into a deep kiss. Only the thought of what might happen if one of her girls came out unannounced made her stop.

Stepping to the front door, Sandra turned and said, “It really is a lot of fun.” Then she sighed and said, “I hope my batteries aren’t dead” before exiting the room. As she passed Tracy’s family room window, Sandra waved at her, smiled, and went to her home next door.

Tracy stood there a moment, collecting her thoughts. Sandra was planning on masturbating that night. To thoughts of me? she wondered. Shaking herself mentally, she brought herself back to the here and now. Stepping to the case with the DVD’s she reached back to where she had placed the sexy movie and retrieved it. She had no intention of hiding it from her daughters’ view. In fact, she had counted on it to help move things along.

A half hour later, the pajama-clad girls had joined her for dinner, which they ate amid conversation about school and swimming. Tracy marveled at how the girls could have had a conversation about something so personal as masturbation with their mother just a short time ago and not bring up the topic again.

Once the meal was finished, the girls cleaned everything up while she went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas, she invited the girls into the family room to watch TV.

As they sat, Tracy said, “So what do you want to watch?”

The girls looked at each other, before Tracy noticed each of them glance quickly at the movie sitting on the sofa table as if inviting them to watch it.

“I don’t know,” Kelli offered, as if the movie weren’t there.

“Me neither,” Kate added, though it was almost comically obvious both girls wanted to watch what they considered the forbidden movie.

“Well,” Tracy began. “I have been thinking, and I thought it might be good to let you girls, well, grow up some in your viewing habits.”

The girls glanced at one another again, the obvious question in their eyes — ‘Is Mom going to let us watch that?’ — hanging there, meaning the movie that still sat like an invitation on the otherwise bare table. They said nothing, perhaps too frightened that speaking would break the spell and the erotic mood that was starting to cling to the very walls of the room.

“I bought a movie today,” Tracy began, doing her best to appear nonchalant. “I think you’ve both noticed it.”

Kelli looked at the movie on the table. “That one?” she asked, as if their mother brought home sexy movies for them to enjoy every day.

“Yes, that one,” Tracy said. “Are you familiar with it?” she asked.

“Isn’t that, um, I mean, well,” Kate began before plunging ahead at full speed. “Isn’t that a, well, adult kind of movie?”

“Yes, dear,” Tracy said. “That’s exactly what I meant when I said I felt you both should grow up some in your viewing habits.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “You see, after our talk a couple of months ago, I started thinking.” She cleared her throat again. “I started thinking about how you both had, well, admitted to me that you, well, did things.” She paused, hoping for recognition and a reply from one of them. When none came, she continued. “You know. Private… alone time things.”

“You mean–?” Kate said.

“Yes, dear. I’m talking about our conversation we had about masturbation.” She quickly kept talking, as if stopping would make speaking about the topic again impossible, which may well have been the case, she was so nervous about it. “I don’t know if either of you discussed our one-on-one talk with each other, but I think it best if everything were out in the open. After I openly admitted I had been pleasuring myself since I was perhaps ten years old, you each admitted to me that you had, well, at least experimented with masturbation. Since the two of you share a bedroom, I would imagine that you were already aware of the other’s, well, sexual habits in that area.” She looked at the girls. “Am I correct in that assumption?”

“You mean, have we seen each other doing it or talked about doing it?” Kelli asked.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” Tracy responded, hoping the rest of the conversation would go well.

“What if we have?” Kate asked. “Are we in trouble or something?”

“Of course not!’ Tracy said, realizing why the girls were so reticent. “I would actually be very surprised, shocked even, if you were not totally aware of what each other did.”

“Well, um, okay. So we, uh, have, well, seen each other do it,” Kelli admitted. “Like you say, it’s kinda hard not to notice when you share a room like that.”

“Good, then!” Tracy said, as if this were the best news she’d heard all day, which in a way it was. “So, in an effort to, well, give you both some… material… to imagine when you’re alone,” she said before pausing, “or not alone as the case may be, I felt we could watch some movies with, um, adult themes.”

“You mean we’re really going to get to watch Eyes Wide Shut?” Kate asked, her eyes wide open with surprise.

“Yes, sweetie, we are,” Tracy said. “In fact, I’m going to let you know now that it will be in my bedroom after we’ve watched it in case you want to… borrow it when you’re, well, in the mood for some fun — either alone or… not.”

With that, Tracy rose from her spot on the sofa and took the DVD to the player. After inserting it and waiting for it to load, she pressed the button to start the movie playing.

While the FBI warning about copyright infringement came up, Kelli asked, “Where in your bedroom will it be?”

Tracy smiled at her daughter, “In my closet in the bottom drawer of my small three-drawer cabinet in the very back of the closet.” This was where she kept all her adult DVD’s, even the hard-core porno movies. She knew the first time either of them went looking for this movie, they would find her stash and know it was fine to watch them as well.

As the movie started, Tracy hoped this would go as well as she had planned.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Island of Joys, Chapter 9

  • Posted on August 9, 2017 at 5:28 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Time passed again as the family managed to enjoy the life they’d made for themselves. Laura and Amanda were inseparable. They weren’t identical, but nearly so, with dark hair and eyes. The biggest difference between them was that Laura was slightly taller and her nose a bit narrower. Other than that, most people would have considered them identical. MJ looked much like them, but his face was not as narrow. He had a much more masculine look.

By the time the triplets turned eight, they were very experienced in the ways of sex. They had technically lost their virginity to their brother when they were seven, though he was too small to actually tear their hymens. At eight he could not get them pregnant, of course, so nobody worried about that.

The two girls, though, were always doing something sexual, much like their older sisters. Susan and Karen loved to watch the little ones get involved with each other. By now, Karen was seventeen, and Susan was nineteen. Their bodies had matured into lovely young women. The constant activity and low-fat diet that surviving on the island required kept them in shape, with nearly no body fat at all. They frequently had sex with their siblings, as well as each other, and one night a week was what their mothers had termed “orgy night,” in which everyone would engage in sex with each other. It was all great fun.

The work and diet had likewise kept Beverly and Sharon in great shape. Beverly was now thirty-five, and Sharon was thirty-seven. Still, they had always looked younger than their age, and this held true now. Both women could easily have passed for thirty or thirty-one.

The two women often sat and watched their children making love. They especially enjoyed watching their older daughters with the two little girls. Susan and Karen would spend all day with them if they could, but chores had to be done. Many a night, either Sharon or Beverly would awaken to find anywhere from two to all four of the girls involved in sex. Daisy chains were their favorite form of fun.

One night, Laura woke Amanda, tapping her high up on her leg near her pussy. The eight-year-old girls whispered together and sneaked out of the hut where the family slept. They ventured to the water and sat on a bed of straw.

“I love you,” Laura said.

“I love you, too,” said Amanda. Her sister leaned in for a kiss, and their mouths met. They were happy with their lives. Sex was plentiful and satisfying, but most of all, they felt in love with each other. They were only eight, so a complete understanding of love was not yet fully developed, but they were as close to actually being in love as any eight-year-olds in the world.

The girls felt their hearts pound as they kissed. They could feel the familiar swelling of their small pussies, and the light coating of lubricating fluids seeping to the surface moistened their lower lips. They leaned back from their kiss and stared into each other’s dark eyes. The glow of the moon that shimmered off the water lit their faces. Their smiles encouraged the other, telling each other how much they loved and desired one another.

“Do you wanna sixty-nine?” Amanda asked.

“Later.”

“Then what do you wanna do?”

“I wanna marry you,” Laura said.

“I wanna marry you, too,” said Amanda.

“Then let’s do it,” Laura said, and stood up. “We can do it right here, right now.”

Amanda stood beside her sister and stared into the face that was so much like her own. It felt as if she were marrying herself. She loved Laura a thousand times more than she loved anyone else, including her moms, brother, and other sisters. Sure, she loved them, but it was nothing compared to how she felt about Laura. She adored the other members of her family.

But she was totally devoted to Laura. And she knew Laura was totally devoted to her.

“Amanda,” Laura said, taking her sister’s hands in her own, “I love and adore you, and with the moon and ocean as our witnesses, I take you for my wife.”

Amanda giggled when Laura was done, then said, “Laura, I also love and adore you, and with the moon and ocean and the sand and the stars and the trees and bushes as our witnesses, I take you for my wife, too.”

“Okay,” Laura said. “Now we’re married. We can’t ever marry anyone else. Deal?”

“Deal!” said Amanda and the girls kissed, their tongues exploring. Then they lay on the carpeting of straw and reached for each other’s sex. They began playing their fingers in the moist lips, tweaking clits and enjoying the moment.

“That was so cool!” This was hissed from nearby. Karen came out from the shadows and sat down beside her little sisters. “So you two are married now, huh?” she said.

“Karen! We wanted to be alone!” Laura said.

“I’m sorry. But the way you two sneaked out of the hut made me wonder where you were going and why it seemed to be such a secret. I had no idea you two wanted to marry each other. I think that’s great!”

“Well, now we want to be alone to enjoy our honeymoon!” said Amanda.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll leave. I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you two, that’s all.”

Karen stood up and started back toward the hut. Her sisters watched her go, but Laura started to feel bad. Karen had only wanted to congratulate them, after all.

“Karen!” she called, though not loud enough for anyone in the hut to hear.

“What?” Karen said, turning back to the girls.

“We’re sorry. If you wanna stay and watch, you can,” Laura said.

Karen grinned and returned to the bed of straw. “Okay!”

The girls turned back to each other, this time aware of their audience. All was still. They pulled each other into an embrace, and their hands began to explore the flesh they were so familiar with. Fingers massaged clits as the girls reached between their bodies and found the tiny buttons of pleasure. They continued to kiss, tongues wrestling each other playfully.

Soft sighs of pleasure could be heard above the gentle sounds of the nearly still surf. Tiny moans sprinkled the night air.

Karen couldn’t help herself, of course. Watching her sisters make love always caused her labia to swell and moisten. Now, she had a veritable flood leaking from her pussy. She’d noticed as she grew older that more and more wetness would spill from her vagina when she became excited and the need for an orgasm seemed to rule her world. Now, she watched Laura and Amanda on what the two little girls considered their wedding night.

The little ones began to hump each other’s leg before disengaging and moving into a position to lick the other’s pussy. Soon, they were in the classic sixty-nine position, faces buried in the other’s crotch as their tongues sought to bring an orgasm.

Karen began pushing two fingers of her right hand into her own pussy, while her left hand rubbed her stiff clit. Her right pinky finger managed to reach under and massage her butt hole, teasing the puckered rosebud as her first orgasm of the night approached. It wouldn’t be her first orgasm of the day, of course. Susan had made sure of that as the sun moved low in the sky. This promised to be a massive come, though. The only thing that could make it better was if either of her mothers or Susan were now licking her between her legs the way the two eight-year-olds were now doing to each other.

She supposed MJ could do it as well — he’d done it before — but she enjoyed her mothers or sisters much more. Sometimes, she felt sorry for her brother. Often, he had nothing but his own hands since the women and girls were so often involved with each other.

Laura and Amanda were getting close to their own orgasms. Their squeals and panting were evidence enough of that. Karen wanted to come with one of her baby sisters, maybe both of them if they came together themselves, which was something that happened a lot. She hoped it would occur this time, especially since this was the first time they’d made love since their cute, private marriage ceremony.

Mmmm… Mmmmm… MMMMMMMM!!” Laura squealed, her voice muffled by her sister’s pussy. Her hips began to buck as she came.

This triggered Amanda’s climax as well. A guttural series of grunts echoed from between Laura’s thighs as the orgasm hit her with force. The girls may have been only eight, but they were so experienced in orgasms, they enjoyed much more intense orgasms than most eight-year-olds.

Amanda felt her pussy throbbing as the climax seized her. She relished her first orgasm as Laura’s wife as wave after wave of tremors and shivers plunged through her body. She could feel Laura coming, her own body shaking with the intensity of the climax.

As soon as the little girls started coming, Karen’s body gave way to her own peak. She felt the jolts of the contractions caused by her orgasm cascade throughout her body, making her tremble and moan with lust. She could feel her clit spasming with each wave.

When their orgasms had subsided, Karen looked down at her sisters. The moonlight caressed the little girls’ bodies, and Karen noticed splotches of wetness on them. She had felt something she’d never felt before when she’d been reaching her orgasm, and it seemed to involve what she was seeing on her sisters’ bodies.

She reached down to touch the spots and her fingers came away with what felt like pussy juice on them. Lots of pussy juice. She knelt down and inspected these dollops of goo, and after sniffing them, determined it was pussy juice.

“Did you pee on us?” Amanda asked.

“No,” Karen answered, unsure what exactly she had done.

“Right when you were coming, I felt something splash on me, and I looked up at you. Your pussy was gushing. Are you sure it’s not pee?” Amanda said. She didn’t mind if her sister had peed on them, actually. She and Laura had played pee games before. She just wanted to know if that was what happened since Karen had never seemed interested in pee games herself.

Karen lifted a large drop of the moisture from Amanda’s hip with her finger and held it to Amanda’s nose. “Does it smell like pee?” she asked.

“No,” Amanda said.

“Let me smell,” Laura said, and leaned close to Karen’s hand. She sniffed. “It smells like your pussy,” she said.

“Pee smells different,” Amanda added.

“Did you pee pussy juice or something?” Laura asked.

“I’m not sure,” Karen said. “I don’t recall feeling anything like how it feels when I pee. I felt something sort of gushing from my pussy, though. It felt strange, as if I were peeing on my hand, but I wasn’t peeing.”

“Are you making this up?” Amanda asked.

“No! Honestly!” Karen insisted. “I have no idea what happened.” Then she giggled. “But it felt GREAT!”

She reached down again and took another smear of what looked and smelled like pussy juice onto her fingers and stuck it into her mouth. “Tastes like pussy juice, too.”

“Let me try it,” Amanda said, and Karen got more on her finger and fed it to Amanda, sticking her finger into her sister’s mouth. “Mmmm!” Amanda said. “It’s delicious!”

“Me too!” said Laura and soon she was savoring the taste of pussy juice that had apparently squirted from her older sister. Next, the girls all took turns licking the cream off each other, with Karen helping.

This, of course, led to another round of sex, with the three girls getting into a daisy chain. Karen’s pussy didn’t squirt her juices this time when she came, but it still felt wonderful.

They got up from the mat on the beach and went back into the hut when they’d finished making love.

“We’ll have to tell everyone about your little ceremony,” Karen said.

“Okay,” the girls said in unison and grinned at each other. The truth was they could hardly wait until everyone knew.

“And we need to ask about you squirting from your pussy, too,” Amanda said.

“Yes, I hope someone knows what happened.” Then she thought about it. “And I hope it happens again!”

The girls entered the hut silently and lay back down on their beds of straw. Soon, they were asleep.

Susan watched in silence as her sisters returned to bed. She’d awoken earlier and found returning to sleep difficult. Something seemed out of place, and then she realized what it was. Her sisters were not on their sleeping mats. Only she and her mothers were in the hut. Karen, Laura, and Amanda were not there.

She wondered where they were, but of course she knew. Something had roused them as well, and they had gone outside to take care of the itch that had certainly come upon them. They were outside somewhere, probably down at the shoreline on the mat they kept there for just such a purpose, making love.

Susan had arisen and stealthily left the hut, heading for the sex mat, as they liked to call it.

She froze before getting there, however. Karen was there in the darkness, silhouetted against the glow of moonlight that danced on the ocean’s calm surface. She was watching the two younger girls on the sex mat, one hand pressed against a palm tree to steady herself, and the other occupied at her own center.

Susan could also see her younger sisters on the sex mat. They were kissing and fondling each other, oblivious to being watched.

Then Karen moved toward them, apparently choosing to come out of hiding in an effort to join the two little ones in their lovemaking. Susan crept to where Karen had been and stood there, listening to the low moans and conversation that took place. What she heard delighted her and made her smile with love for her littlest sisters. They had apparently exchanged marriage vows. Susan thought how cute that was and continued to watch and listen.

Soon, the younger girls were back at each other, and Karen was watching, continuing to masturbate. Susan considered joining them, but decided against it. Instead, she satisfied herself and went back to the hut when it became apparent the girls were finished. She couldn’t hear the conversation that followed their orgasms anyway, their voices growing softer after the excitement had been quenched inside them.

A few minutes later, she saw them return to lie down on their mats and go to sleep. Susan brought herself off one more time to the memories of what she’d witnessed before finally going back to sleep herself.

The next morning, the two youngest girls wore impish smiles that said they had a secret to share. Susan knew what the secret was, of course, but she remained silent.

“We got something to tell everyone,” Laura began as they ate their breakfast of fruit and coconut, washing it down with fresh-squeezed orange juice from the nearby orange trees.

“What?” Beverly said.

“We got married last night!” exclaimed Amanda, unable to wait a second longer.

“Married?” said Sharon, smiling.

“Yeah,” Laura said. “We went out to the sex mat and said marriage vows. We’re married now, just like you and Mama Beverly.”

The women smiled at each other at how darling they considered this to be. The thought occurred to them that this marriage would not be recognized beyond their island, but they had long ago decided they would make their own laws here, such as how incest was not taboo or illegal. Of course, the girls were free to change their minds eventually, but the women did not think that would happen. It seemed natural they should be married.

“There is one other thing,” Karen said. “It’s not about the girls getting married to each other. It has to do with something else that happened last night.”

“What is it?” Beverly asked.

“Well, I saw the girls leave the hut and was wondering where they were going, so I followed them. I witnessed their little ceremony and watched as they began to make love.”

“That’s nice,” Beverly said, wondering what it was that Karen was going to tell them since this had to do with the marriage, which her daughter had said was not the topic.

“Well, I ended up joining them later.”

“I already knew that,” Susan confessed.

“You did?” Karen asked, momentarily pushed off her topic, or question, rather.

“Yeah. I woke up and saw you three were gone and went looking for you. I saw you watching them and kept watching after you joined them for sex.”

“And what did you do while you were watching us?” Amanda asked, giggling.

“I think you know,” Susan said, laughing with her.

“But what did you want to tell us?” Beverly asked Karen, curious about where her daughter had been going with her confession.

“Well, when the girls were having sex, I was playing with myself. Then something odd happened.”

“What?” Sharon asked, just as anxious as Beverly was that Karen get to the point.

“When I came, I… well… I sort of squirted pussy juice on them.”

“You squirted?” Beverly asked.

“Yeah, it was like I came and pussy juice sort of gushed out of me and on them.”

“It wasn’t pee, Mommy! Honest!” Laura said.

“No, I know it wasn’t,” Beverly said.

“What was it?” asked Karen. “It made me feel kind of strange that I did that.”

“You’re a squirter,” said Sharon.

“A squirter?” Karen asked.

“Yes,” Sharon said. “Some women can come so hard they squirt pussy juice out of their vaginas. Evidently, you’re lucky enough to come that hard.”

“Really?” Susan said. “You actually squirted stuff out of your pussy?”

“Wow!” Laura said. “You must have come really hard!”

“I did,” Karen said, grinning. Now instead of feeling strange, she felt special. None of the rest of them could climax like that.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Beverly said. “I’ve always wished I could orgasm like that.”

The family continued their breakfast, and Karen secretly planned to give a demonstration to the rest of the family later that day. She figured it would be a lot of fun for everyone.

Chapter 10 is coming soon!