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Teaching the Girls, Chapter 11

  • Posted on January 18, 2018 at 7:22 am

By Naughty Mommy

After we enjoyed our first climax together that night, lying in bed, talking on the phone, Donna and I didn’t hang up right away but went on a while longer. Pretty soon we were masturbating again, describing to each other everything our fingers were doing and exactly how it felt until we reached another wonderfully satisfying simultaneous orgasm.

It was cool having phone sex with a woman. Better than cool, in fact, it was extremely hot. I’d never done anything like that before, not with anyone — but what made it hotter still was that while she and I were playing with ourselves, we were also talking about her daughters, only ten and twelve years old, and how sexy she thought they were. It was amazing to hear Donna say such dirty things about Felicity and Heather, how she wanted to watch me lick and finger their pussies or sit on their faces. Unbelievable!

I really loved this kinky direction my life had taken. There’s no denying it, I definitely have a thing for young girls, anywhere from about eight or nine years old up to twelve or thirteen. Mmm, yes, a smooth, hairless pussy, a girl with a flat chest or maybe little breast buds, thinking about it makes me so wet.

Although older teenage girls excite me too, and I easily can get turned on by an attractive, sensual, grown-up woman, there’s something about a kid that age, approaching puberty or just beginning it, that totally drives me wild. And now, thanks to Kay and Danielle, I could do a whole lot more than just think about little girls like that, I could actually have sex with them, in real life!

Plus, to make it even kinkier and hotter, I got to do this while their mothers were right there with us, rubbing themselves and climaxing while they watched me fuck their daughters. Talk about awesome!!

Yeah, I know, there I go again, overusing exclamation points. But wouldn’t you be thrilled if you were in my position? How many people ever get an opportunity like this?

I felt so fortunate, and almost couldn’t believe it was all really happening. The events of the past few weeks had been by far the most deliriously erotic I’d ever known, even better than my years of wonderful sex with Gina. She was fabulous, no question, and I would forever cherish what Gina meant to me and what I’d learned from her. But still, nothing could possibly compare to the ecstatic pleasure of fucking a little girl right in front of her mom. Nothing.

It was getting close to midnight when Donna and I finally ended our call, and by then a decision clearly had been made. Well, at least a conditional one. The final choice would be up to Heather and Felicity, but we would present the idea to them on Thursday afternoon after our yoga lesson.

We would ask the kids if they wanted to have special private lessons provided by me, lessons in which they would learn all about lesbian sex — and then experience it too, while their mother and the others two moms looked on.

But did the girls want that? That’s what we would ask them.

 

When I woke up Wednesday morning and recalled the long conversation I’d had with Donna the night before, I immediately got turned on again. Before getting out of bed, I rubbed my clit and had yet another orgasm. I had to do it quickly, because I didn’t want to be late for school, but I just couldn’t resist. It was all so hot.

As you might expect, I felt extremely distracted during my classes that day. Although I tried, it was hard to concentrate on what the teachers were saying while I was also thinking about what might lie ahead. Sex with two more luscious young girls, with their mom watching us? Oh my god!

At lunchtime, I did something I’d never done before, masturbating at school, sitting on the toilet seat in the restroom. I’m pretty sure, of course, that I wasn’t the first girl (or boy) ever to do that, but this was a first for me. To be honest, it wasn’t that great. I kept worrying about being caught, plus it was kind of smelly and icky in there. If I hadn’t needed to come so badly, I wouldn’t have done it then, and I never did it afterwards. That day, however, it was like I had no choice. I simply couldn’t keep my hands off my pussy.

Later that evening, I called Kay on my cell phone. I wanted to make sure she knew what was going on. It turned out she’d already heard the news from Donna, which I suppose is not surprising. Anyway, Kay was very excited about it, and she told me Danielle was too. As a matter of fact, she said Donna had asked both of them to join us the following afternoon for that all-important discussion we would have with Heather and Felicity.

That stirred me up quite a bit. What a thing to imagine! But then something else occurred to me as well. I asked Kay whether she thought Addison and Cherise should be there with us too, perhaps taking part in the conversation.

“Well, sure, I don’t see why not,” she replied. “Unless Donna objects to it, which I doubt she would. Why? Do you think it’s a problem?”

“Me? No, not at all. It’s just, you know… I guess we’ll have to see how it goes.”

“That’s right, but don’t worry, honey, everything will be just fine,” said Kay.

“Okay.”

We chatted a few minutes more, then hung up, and not long after that I turned out the light.

But you know what? I got almost no sleep that night. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about what would happen the next day, and with so many other wonderfully naughty thoughts swirling around in my head — fantasies of Felicity and Heather nude, of me having sex with them, then with Cherise and Addison joining in. I envisioned all four of them in a hot little girl orgy, and the moms in the mix as well. Although I wouldn’t push for it, I hadn’t completely given up on that idea yet, mothers and daughters fucking each other. It was just too arousing, too delicious. I made myself come again and again as I pictured what might take place in the weeks ahead.

So, I was kind of worn out the next day, feeling pretty sleepy, and my pussy definitely was sore. But that was just fine. Everything was great!

 

Our Thursday yoga class went well. I’d seriously considered not wearing gym shorts again because I really wanted the kids to get a good look at my crotch, to see the wetness seeping through the thin material of my leotard, but ultimately I made what I knew was the right choice.

As I’d told myself before, if I was going to teach mindfulness, I had to practice mindfulness. There would be a time and a place for everything, but first things first. Focus all my energy and concentration on being a good instructor, on properly teaching the lesson, and then later I could turn my attention to sex.

Of course, the act of staying focused on being a teacher didn’t necessarily mean sexual thoughts or feelings might not occur from time to time. I truly couldn’t prevent that. Being so close to these lovely young girls, often putting my hands on them during the lessons, seeing those slim, supple bodies stretching this way and that, their skimpy leotards hiding almost nothing… well, it was impossible not to get turned on, and I allowed myself to experience this arousal without guilt. That, obviously, is where the wet spot between my legs came from, but at least I kept it concealed beneath my shorts.

Before the class was even over, Danielle and Kay had arrived, joining us in the family room. They sat down with Donna to observe the last fifteen minutes or so. They’d apparently both left work early that day, made some excuse or another. At any rate, they were there.

After we finished as usual with the Savasana pose, and after I made a few brief remarks to the girls, telling them what to work on during their individual practice, Donna clapped her hands and said, “Okay, kids, don’t run off now. There’s something we need to talk about first.”

Donna looked totally cute, as always, dressed in red capri slacks along with a half-sleeve white knit top, quite low-cut, displaying plenty of appealing cleavage. She wore two-inch heels, red to go with her pants. Though a tiny bit chubby, the woman definitely was attractive.

I stood, hanging back for a moment, while the girls gathered round, sitting on the floor near Donna’s feet, looking up at her. She was in the center of a long rattan sofa with pretty cushions. Kay, wearing jeans and a sweater, was seated next to Donna.

Danielle caught my eye, motioning for me to come and sit with her. I’d noticed when she came in that the tall, slender brunette was dressed in the same outfit she’d had on a few weeks earlier on that memorable day when she and Donna asked me to make love to their daughters while they watched. Maybe that was a deliberate choice, or possibly it was just because Danielle didn’t actually have a very big selection of clothes to choose from.

Either way, she looked great, wearing a cream-colored sleeveless top and a very short navy blue skirt, showing off her long beautiful legs. I smiled at the woman and sat down beside her on a rattan loveseat that matched the sofa. She took my hand, giving it a squeeze.

What would happen next? How would Heather and Felicity respond? My palms were sweaty, and I could feel my pulse racing. I knew this was a major turning point. My adventures with these young girls and their moms could soon get even wilder and better, but on the other hand, it might all come crashing down, ending in disaster.

“Um, so, you two,” Donna began, looking at her daughters, “I have to ask if you want to… do something special. See, uh, Britt has started giving some extra private lessons to Cherise and Addison. Not yoga, but a different kind of teaching. And now we want to know if you guys would like that sort of instruction too.”

She paused, apparently waiting for a reply, but the girls made no answer. That didn’t surprise me much since what they’d heard to this point from her was rather vague.

However, I thought I could see a twinkle in Heather’s eye and a knowing smile at the corner of her mouth. The twelve-year-old was perched in front of her mother, kneeling and gazing up attentively, hands resting on her thighs. I saw that the girl’s nipples were firmly erect, poking though the thin material of her leotard, and I wondered if Donna’s eyes were drawn to them the way mine were. Then I figured, how could they not be?

After a few seconds of silence, Donna cleared her throat, then went on. “It’s, uh, Britt has been teaching them, well, I guess you could call it, sort of, like, a kind of… sex education.”

Heather couldn’t contain herself any more. “Yeah, we know!” she chirped, as the three kids around her burst out laughing.

“You — you know?” said Donna, eyebrows raised.

Giggling and blushing, Heather nodded, “Uh-huh.”

Addison turned to Kay. “Don’t get mad, Mom. But, you know, I told ‘em,” she shrugged.

“We both did,” Cherise said to her mother, Danielle. “We told ‘em about it.”

Fortunately, neither Danielle or Kay seemed upset or angry. They just shook their heads, grinning. It’s impossible, I suppose, to expect little girls who are so close to keep secrets like that from each other.

So that’s how it all worked out. We didn’t have to explain anything to Heather and Felicity because they already knew what was going on. And from their giddy, excited reactions, it was quite obvious that both were eager to receive the same sort of instruction I’d been giving to Addison and Cherise.

In fact, Heather asked, “Can we start right now, tonight?”

I was hoping we could!

But Kay put a stop to that. “No, not tonight,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s a school night. Britt needs to get home. We all have to.”

Then she said to Donna, “How would Saturday afternoon work for you? Can you get away then? Bring the kids over to my place?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can. Trevor gets home from his business trip tomorrow, but he already told me he’s playing golf on Saturday with his partners. They’re working on some big deal, I think. Chances are they’ll be out late at night too.”

Rolling her eyes, Donna added, “He spends more time with those guys than he does with me.”

She said this with a smirk as if it didn’t really bother her that much, but maybe a little bit. I could sense that she felt ignored by her husband. That was kind of sad, but perhaps it was good for us. Donna was the kind of woman, it seemed, who needed attention and affection, who craved intimate physical contact. She could get plenty of that, I knew, from her lesbian friends, Kay and Danielle, and now from me as well. Possibly even from her daughters!

Impulsively I got to my feet and took a few steps to the sofa. I sat down next to Donna and slid an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. I nuzzled her soft, warm skin and kissed her a second time.

“Thank you,” I told her. “I’m really looking forward to this.”

“So am I,” Donna smiled. Then she looked at Felicity and Heather, their young, pretty faces beaming up at her. “I think we all are.”

 

That evening, after eating dinner with my mother and father and doing some homework for school, I said goodnight to them and went to bed a little earlier than usual. I wasn’t sleepy, of course, but incredibly keyed up, intensely aroused by all that was happening.

Lying on my back in the dark, I slipped my hands under my big t-shirt and fondled my breasts. I tried to pretend I was touching Heather’s nipples and that I was kissing the adorable little blonde while her mother watched us. As you can imagine, this fantasy drove me wild with lust. When I pushed a hand down inside my boxers to massage my clit, it took only a few seconds of touching myself until suddenly I came. I gasped and cried out, much louder than intended.

Panting, hoping my parents hadn’t heard me, I turned over onto my stomach. One orgasm definitely wasn’t enough that night. I needed more, but I wanted to be as quiet as possible. With my face muffled in a pillow, I shoved both hands inside my shorts, humping my fingers. God, I was so turned on. My clit was swollen and tingling, my pussy lips slick with moisture. I fucked my hands faster and faster while dreaming I was on top of Felicity, the ten-year-old, shoving my cunt into hers.

Soon another climax was building. I slowed down just a bit, aiming to stretch it out if I could. But when I pictured Felicity’s face, her big blue eyes looking into mine as I fucked the child pussy to pussy, I simply couldn’t hold back. I came again very hard, screaming into my pillow, drenching my fingers with fragrant, gooey juices.

And still I wasn’t finished. After taking half a minute or so to recover, I got up onto my knees. Supporting myself with one hand, the other in my boxers, I pushed a finger into my vagina as deep as it would go. I was unbelievably wet and slippery and so damn hot inside. With my eyes closed, I pretended that I was sitting on Donna’s face, that my finger was her tongue, and that the sexy woman was tongue-fucking my cunt while her little girls watched us. I envisioned those kids moving in very close, licking their lips, small fingers working between their own legs. Just before I came for a third time, I fell forward, burying my face in the pillow as I felt the muscles in my vagina clamping down around my finger in rhythmic spasms.

Three orgasms usually would be a lot for me, especially in the space of only about fifteen minutes. But I was on a high, carried away by the intoxicating fantasies of forbidden sex with an attractive mom and her two young daughters.

So, did I want to make myself come yet again? I rolled over onto my back and thought about it for a minute while sucking on my gooey finger. Maybe I did want to. Or, hmm, maybe, instead…

I got out of bed and grabbed my cell phone from my dresser, then slipped back under the sheets. Grinning an evil grin, I found Donna’s number and pressed the button. I heard it ring. Two rings, three rings, then, “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me.”

“Britt?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, um… hey, what’s up?”

“I’m fucking myself.”

“You are?” Donna giggled.

“Yeah. I’m fucking my cunt with my finger while I think about having sex with your daughters.”

“Jesus.”

“Can you talk now?” I asked, belatedly.

“Um, yeah, it’s fine. I was just reading. The kids are in bed.”

“Are they masturbating?”

“Wow,” she chuckled, sounding a trifle nervous. “You’re really turned on, aren’t you.”

“Totally. I’ve already come three times, but now I want more. I want you to come with me. I want you to play with yourself and tell me about your daughters, your little girls, how hot they are and about everything you want to do with them.”

“Well, okay… but just a minute. Let me turn the light out first.”

I heard some rustling, and a click, followed by more rustling. Then she said, “I’m ready now.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Nothing. I sleep nude.”

“Do your kids know that?”

Donna hesitated, then said, “Yes. Sometimes they’ll come in for some reason or another. They’ve seen me. They know.”

“Do you sleep that way when your husband’s home too? Nude, I mean?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, I always have. I like how it feels.”

“So, are you playing with yourself now?” I asked.

“I sure am. Are you?”

“Absolutely. I have a finger inside my cunt with my thumb on my clit.”

“Nice,” she murmured.

“But like I said, what about your girls? You think they’re masturbating too?”

“I don’t know… maybe, I guess.”

“Would you like to watch them?”

“You know I would,” Donna sighed.

“Tell me about that. Tell me what you’d like to see.”

“Well, uh, okay.”

However, before doing that, she said, “It’s… it’s been a long time since I’ve done this. Had phone sex. Not since high school, in fact. Me and couple of girlfriends sometimes used to, you know…”

“That’s pretty hot.”

“Yeah, it was. I liked it. I fooled around a lot with girls back then. With boys too. I was sort of loose, I guess.”

“But you had fun.”

“Sure I did, plenty of fun. When I was college, though, my third year, I got pregnant. That’s when I married Trevor.”

“Was he the father?”

“Um, I don’t know, maybe or maybe not. We’ve never had a DNA test or anything. But they don’t look much like him, a lot more like me. Anyway, after we were married, I didn’t do anything at all with girls or women for a long time. Not until a couple years ago when I met Kay, and then Danielle.”

“Kay told me you like pussy.”

“God, yes, I do. I love it.”

“So, tell me about your girls now, your sexy young daughters.”

She grunted, “Unhh, ahh, all right. Just hearing you say that, Britt, using those words, almost makes me come.”

“Tell me about them,” I whispered.

“Okay. I don’t know which one I want more. Both of them, I guess. I’d really love to see them side by side, naked, spreading their legs for me, letting me look at their little pussies. Pussies… pussies… little girl fucking pussies!! UNHH!! FUCK!!!”

Donna was climaxing, obviously. I wasn’t quite there yet myself, so I just listened to her, which was pretty exciting, as I continued rubbing myself.

I heard several seconds of panting and gasping and groaning from her, and then she said, “God, sorry… that just came up on me all of a sudden.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. I like listening to you.”

“Good. And, um, Britt?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really want to fuck my daughters?”

“Oh my god, yes! I sure do.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see that. I think they’re pretty excited about it too.”

“I hope so.”

“What do you want to do with them?”

“Everything. I want to lick their little clits and fuck them with my fingers and sit on their faces and come in their mouths and, and all that while you’re watching us. I’m gonna fuck them so hard you — unh, Donna! I’m gonna come!!”

That was my fourth climax that night, but still not my last. About a half hour later, I was able to come one more time as I listened to Donna talking dirty about her little girls. In the meantime, she’d enjoyed two more orgasms herself. Finally, at around 11:00, we said goodnight, then hung up, and I went to sleep.

 Chapter 12 is coming soon!

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 10

  • Posted on January 9, 2018 at 7:10 am

By Naughty Mommy

I parked my car on the street and turned off the engine. Looking out through the passenger window, I saw a wide green lawn, beautifully manicured, and beyond that a large and impressive two-story home, the kind some people call a mini-mansion.

This was Donna’s lovely house, her pride and joy. It was the following Tuesday afternoon, almost 3:30, time for our next yoga lesson. What would it be like, though, now that I knew the secret Donna kept — that she was a closet lesbian, a married woman embroiled in a torrid three-way affair with the mothers of my other two students?

Wow. I really was in the middle of something now. It was certainly very exciting, but it also made me nervous, like at any minute the whole thing might blow up in our faces.

I hadn’t seen or spoken to Donna since I’d learned from Kay and Danielle what was going on. Did Donna know how much I knew? Had they told her? If so, would she behave any differently toward me? Could she be uneasy, resentful, or possibly even… flirtatious?

Well, there was only one way to find out. I took a deep breath, got out of the car and locked it, then headed up their long front sidewalk. A few seconds after I rang the bell, the door opened and Donna asked me to come in. She appeared to be acting normally, as if nothing at all had changed. She smiled and gave me a little hug, then took my jacket and hung it up while asking how my day at school had been, just as she would before every lesson.

We went through toward the rear of their house with Donna chattering away about nothing in particular until we reached the family room which faced their big backyard and the swimming pool. The four girls were waiting for me there in their sexy little leotards. I greeted them, and soon we began.

 

Ninety minutes later we were done. Overall, it had been a productive session that day. The kids seemed to be focused and responded beautifully to what I taught them. That was good to see, because as for me, I was feeling quite distracted.

Each time Donna came by to check on us or sat down for a minute or so to watch, as she sometimes would, I felt my heart beating faster. Did she know? Had she been told that I’d made love with Addison and Cherise, and that now I was hoping to have sex with her daughters? With Heather, who was twelve years old, and Felicity, who was only ten?

Thinking about that made me feel so strange, almost like a predator. I knew my cheeks were turning red every time Donna looked at me — I couldn’t hide that — and I also could feel my pussy getting very wet. Fortunately I had gym shorts on over my leotard, so the damp spot wouldn’t show, but it definitely was there. I was highly aroused, and yet conflicted too.

Was it wrong for me to want these young girls so much, to hunger for the sweet taste of their little pussies? Would Donna hate me if she knew? Could she tell how I felt when I looked at her daughters, when I gazed at the tempting cleft between Felicity’s legs, at her puffy labia and her slit so clearly defined by the tight-fitting material? Or when I stared at Heather’s chest, at her lovely developing breasts with those stiff nipples, so plainly evident?

Did it make me a sexual predator to want them the way I did? Or was my response perfectly natural, a normal, healthy reaction anyone might feel at the sight of an attractive pubescent girl?

The truth is I wasn’t a predator. I hadn’t gone out in search of these kids, not originally, anyway. They had come to me. Or rather their mothers had — Cherise’s and Addison’s moms — virtually demanding that I have sex with their daughters while they watched. Of course, Danielle and Kay hadn’t had to beg very hard. I was thrilled to go along with what they wanted and had relished every moment of it. But the crucial point is, I had not initiated the idea. They had.

All this was swirling around in my head as I tried to teach the lesson that afternoon. Even with the excellent training I’d had from Gina, how I constantly worked at practicing discipline and maintaining focus, I couldn’t prevent myself from thinking about these things and more, particularly when Donna was in the room.

 

So, by the time five o’clock arrived, I felt exhausted. I was worn out, but also jittery with nerves. I wanted nothing more than to get my jacket, grab my backpack, and leave. I had to go somewhere alone so I could finish working through this quandary, sort it all out, and find peace again.

But Donna said, “Britt, I need to ask, would you mind staying just a little longer tonight? See, I, uh, I got a call from Kay, and she said there’s something she really wants us to talk about, you and me and her and Danielle. Do you have the time, can you stay?”

I really didn’t want to, given the state I was in. On the other hand, I certainly was curious to see how this discussion might go. “Well, yeah, I suppose I can,” I replied. “I just need to call my mom and tell her I’ll be late.”

“All right, good,” said Donna. “Can I offer you something to drink? Or maybe a snack? I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Would you like some?”

“Yeah, uh, sure. Thank you.” Although I didn’t drink coffee very often, this would be a welcome time for it.

“Okay, so, come on in the kitchen with me. Girls, you go upstairs and play or something. Britt and I and the others moms have some things we’ll need to chat about for a while.”

The kids happily ran up the stairs, laughing and jabbering, while Donna led me into the kitchen. I’d been there before. It was an expansive room with lots of counter space, an island chopping block, a huge stove with a double oven, a giant refrigerator, and a cozy breakfast nook with padded benches.

She told me to sit down in the nook, then brought over a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and poured two cups of delicious smelling coffee for us, probably some kind of high-priced brand. She also had a bottle with her, Johnny Walker Black Label, and asked if I might like a shot in my coffee.

“This is one of my little weaknesses, one of many,” she giggled, as she dumped a rather large portion in her mug. “You want some?”

“Uh, well, sure, okay.” I’d never had whisky, but figured it might be worth a try.

Donna poured a smaller shot into my cup, then grabbed a cookie and took a bite. “Have one,” she encouraged, as she chewed. “They’re really, really good. I just made ‘em this afternoon. Another one of my vices.”

I smiled and took a cookie from the plate, setting it on a paper napkin. “Thanks. But um, I better call my mom before I forget.”

I’d brought my backpack in with me from the family room, so I dug out my phone and punched the speed dial button. My mother answered and I told her I’d be a little late that night. She said that was just fine, not a problem.

Before I’d even completed the call, Donna had finished one cookie and immediately started on another. It was no wonder, I mused, that the woman had put on a few pounds since her cheerleading days.

“She’s cool with it,” I said, as I put away my phone, then picked up the cookie and took a bite. Oh my god, yes, so perfect — moist and chewy and chocolaty and yummy! Then I took a sip of the coffee. It was hot, but not too hot, really just the right temperature with the whisky added. And wow, I loved the taste! The combination was amazing. I took another sip, a much bigger one, and then a second bite of the cookie. Mmm, I could easily get used to this.

For the next twenty minutes or so, Donna and I drank coffee, ate chocolate chip cookies, and chatted companionably. Well, mostly she chatted and I listened. As I’ve said before, the woman was lively and cheerful and talkative, almost to a fault. I really didn’t mind that, though. She was so friendly and so cute, it was hard to be annoyed with her. Plus, I still had those conflicting thoughts roaming around in my brain and I was glad I didn’t have to contribute very much.

Just before 5:30, the doorbell rang. By then Donna and I had made the whole plate of cookies disappear. We’d also had refills of coffee along with extra dashes of whisky, pretty big dashes too.

I was feeling really good now — and to my surprise, all that agitation I’d felt was completely gone. Turns out coffee and cookies and alcohol is almost as good as meditation, ha-ha!

Donna got up, and I followed her to the front door. It was Kay and Danielle, who apparently had arrived together. Or perhaps the first one to show up had waited for the other, I wasn’t sure. Anyway, they both came in and we went through a round of hugs and cheek-kissing. Donna hung up their coats, and then we headed back to the kitchen.

“Would you guys like some cookies?” Donna asked. “Fresh-baked chocolate chips! Me and Britt already had a couple, but there’s plenty more. And coffee too, with this!”

Her final line was accompanied by a guffaw as she hoisted the bottle of Johnny Walker Black. It was obvious that Donna was feeling every bit as good as I was. Kay and Danielle joined in her laughter, then we settled onto the curving benches around the semicircular nook. I was in the middle, with Danielle on one side, Kay on the other, and a spot next to her for Donna.

Our hostess brought over another plate piled high with cookies, along with two more coffee mugs. Once everyone had been served, including generous shots of whisky, Donna sat down by Kay, and then said, “Okay, so, what’s this all about?” She was smiling, as usual, but I thought I saw a look of concern in her lovely blue eyes.

“Well,” Kay began, “uh, first, the kids are all upstairs, right? So, I mean, they can’t hear any of what we’re saying?”

“That’s right,” Donna nodded. “Do you… want me to go check and make sure?”

Kay shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I’m pretty sure that even if they tried to sneak up on us, we’d be able to hear them. They’d never stay quiet.”

Everyone agreed, chuckling in amusement. After that there were a few seconds of silence, as Kay apparently was trying to decide where to start. While the rest of us waited, pregnant with anticipation, she took a sip of her coffee and looked around at each of our faces.

“All right,” Kay finally said, turning to Donna, “I guess the first thing to tell you is that Britt here knows. She knows about our little affair. You’d said it was up to us, and so we told her. That was, um, that was after the three of us spent the night together, last Saturday night. She stayed over at our house, at my place, and Danielle and I had sex with her. Then we told her the next morning.”

Donna’s eyebrows were raised, although she didn’t seem to me especially surprised or shocked by this news. It was more like she was excited by it. She was still grinning. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, “So how was it? Was it good?”

“Yes, it was,” said Kay, “very good.”

“Very very good,” added Danielle, as she gave my leg a squeeze underneath the table.

“Ooh,” Donna giggled. “Wish I coulda been there.”

I felt my face turning red. It was pretty weird sitting with three grown-up women hearing them talk about having sex with me and how nice it was. I sort of wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what. My tongue was tied.

Kay took another long sip of spiked coffee. She licked her lips, then said, “But there’s a lot more than that. That’s just, that’s barely the beginning. And, uh, the rest of it involves the girls, Cherise and Addison.”

“Really?” said Donna, after a pause.

“Uh-huh. See, it, um, I got the idea a couple weeks ago to have Britt come over on a Saturday and give Addison a private yoga lesson. Except it wasn’t for yoga. That wasn’t the point. What I told Britt was, I wanted her to have sex with Addison. And I wanted to be there to see it.”

“Yeah, and Cherise too,” said Danielle. “Cherise was there too, so Britt could have sex with her and I could watch.” She squeezed my leg again, her hand sliding farther up my thigh, coming close to my crotch.

Donna, however, was no longer smiling. Her face had gone pale. She swallowed, then said, in a quiet voice, “You’re joking.”

“No, we’re not. We’re totally serious,” said Kay.

“But, did you — you didn’t — you didn’t really do that, did you?” asked Donna.

“Yes, we did, we sure did,” Kay replied. “Danielle and I both watched Britt having sex with our little girls. We’ve done it twice now, the last two Saturdays. And it was so great, unbelievably amazing.”

Donna looked at me. She didn’t say anything, but it was clear she was asking for confirmation.

I nodded slowly, then said, “We did. We did do that, and Kay is right. It definitely was amazing.”

I surprised myself by including that last part and by saying it with a grin. It was the truth, of course, but by adding it I was joining in the effort to persuade Donna, to convince her that she should allow me to make love with her daughters, Heather and Felicity. That was what I wanted, no question, but I wasn’t sure how hard I should actually work to make it happen.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to work very hard at all. The women sitting next to me were more than ready to take up the challenge.

Kay and Danielle spent the next several minutes telling Donna how wonderful it all was, being there with me as I was teaching Addison and Cherise about masturbation and fantasy and lesbian love, and then doing everything with the girls — right in front of their moms, while they looked on and played with themselves. They also emphasized how much fun it had been for the kids, how they’d obviously enjoyed what we were doing and were so eager to learn, always asking for more.

As they presented this long explanation, describing sometimes in graphic detail the sexual acts I’d performed with the little girls, both women seemed to be growing very aroused. They were talking fast and breathing hard, their faces becoming flushed. Kay’s chest rose and fell, and through her tight sweater I could see that her nipples were erect. Meanwhile, Danielle’s hand had moved up higher until her fingers were reaching inside my gym shorts, caressing my labia through the thin fabric of my leotard.

And those two weren’t the only ones breathing quickly. I was, naturally, and so was Donna. Her cheeks were red, her forehead shiny with sweat. With one hand she gripped her coffee mug. The other hand wasn’t visible. It was under the table, in her lap, possibly even rubbing her pussy.

Danielle and Kay finally had concluded. They sat quietly, awaiting a response from Donna.

She shook her head. “I, I, I don’t know what to say…”

“You can say yes,” urged Kay. “You should say yes.”

“Yes, to — to what?”

“To letting Britt do the same with your girls,” Kay replied. “Give them private lessons while we watch.”

“It’ll be good for them,” added Danielle. “They’ll like it, and they’ll learn a lot, I promise. Right, Britt?”

Oops. Now I was on the spot. I cleared my throat and said to Donna, “Well, I… I’d be glad to teach them, if they want to do that. And, um, if you want me to, of course.”

“But, no, I, we can’t,” she mumbled, shaking her head.

“Why not?” asked Kay.

“Well, I mean, it’s wrong, isn’t it? After all, they’re just girls, still so young.”

“So?” Kay argued. “How young were you when you first started fooling around, trying things with other girls? I know how young you were, because you’ve told us. And isn’t better for them to learn from someone who really knows what she’s doing? Someone like Britt?”

“Uh, well, maybe, but—”

“And you’ll be there to watch,” Danielle enthused, “so you can see everything they’re doing. You can, like, supervise. Give them advice, if you want. We’ve done that sometimes.”

Donna blinked. “Give… advice?”

“Well, yeah, help them learn what to do. It’s for the good of the girls, a learning experience.”

“You can see the value of that, can’t you?” said Kay.

“I, I suppose so, but it’s just… it seems too risky.”

“We’ll never tell anyone,” Kay assured her. “And neither will Britt. Right, honey?”

“No, of course I wouldn’t.”

This went on a while longer, with Donna raising objections and Danielle and Kay responding to each of them, one after the other. After a time, the erotic nature of the conversation seemed to dissipate as it became more legalistic.

I wasn’t sure they would ever convince her, and in fact we ended at around 6:30 with no decision being reached. Donna wasn’t outright refusing, though, simply insisting that she needed more time to think about it. Plainly, that was all the women were going to get from her that evening.

So, Kay and Danielle gathered up their daughters, then we all put on our coats, said goodnight, and went our separate ways. However, only a few minutes after I got home, while I was in my bedroom changing my clothes, my cell phone buzzed.

It was sitting on top of my dresser. I closed an open drawer and picked up the phone, seeing a text from Donna. Check ur email, was all it said. Curious, I finished getting dressed, then booted up my laptop. There I found a message from Donna in which she asked if I would call her that night, sometime when I was alone and we could talk privately. She also informed me that her husband, Trevor, was out of town on business so I could phone as late as I wanted, whenever it was most convenient.

I couldn’t do it just then, because my mom and dad were holding dinner for me. Anyway, I was sure Donna intended I should call later on, after her kids were asleep. I went out and ate with my parents, trying to act as normal as possible. Then I helped my mother with the dishes, watched TV with them for a couple hours, and eventually said I was going to bed.

The waiting was agony. What did that email mean? What could the woman want? Was she furious, prepared to chew me out for offering to have sex with her children? Although that didn’t seem likely, I was still worried.

I tried to read a novel, but all the anxiety and uncertainty made it hard to concentrate. Finally, at about 10:30, I figured it was late enough. After brushing my teeth and peeing one last time, I got under the covers, leaving a lamp next to the bed on its lowest setting.

My fingers trembled as I picked up the phone and punched in Donna’s number.

She answered after one ring. “Hello?”

“Donna?”

“Hi, Britt. Thank you for calling.” Her was soft, quiet, almost a whisper.

“Oh, uh, that’s okay.”

“See, I just wanted to check with you, and, um, ask a few more questions about, you know, what we talked about today.”

“Sure, of course,” I replied, feeling relief that she didn’t sound angry or anything.

She began by asking if I was truly serious about doing this, and I assured her that I was. Then she told me she wanted to know a lot more, get the details about what exactly would happen should she agree and if her daughters said yes. So, I started going through the list, explaining all the things I had taught Cherise and Addison and describing how I was planning to proceed with Heather and Felicity.

After I finished, she asked again if this really was my choice, if it was what I wanted for myself, not just something I was being pressured to do by Kay and Danielle.

“No, I… it’s what I want,” I told her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am, absolutely. See, um, I enjoy teaching, I love it. And I love sex, so it sort of goes together.” Then for some crazy reason, I added, “And also I love young girls, you know, like ten or twelve years old. They turn me on.”

It was quiet for a beat, and then she said, “Okay.”

“Does that, I mean, does that bother you?” I asked. “Or make you mad?”

“No, it doesn’t. I understand.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh… I know how you feel.”

“Oh.”

She didn’t say anything else right away, and that’s when I realized what was going on. Donna’s voice was somewhat shaky and her breath seemed to be coming fast. Could this mean what I thought it meant? Maybe it did!

I waited a second or two, building up my courage, then said, “Can I, um, can I ask you something?”

“Yes, sure. Anything.”

“Well, are you, I mean, are you… touching yourself?”

There was a brief moment of silence, and then, “Uh-huh, I am.”

“Okay.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, smiling to myself. Then I asked, “Are you in bed?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Nothing. I’m naked. It’s just me and you and my phone. And my fingers on my clit.”

“Nice…”

“How about you?” she asked. “Are you wearing anything?”

“Um, yeah. I have to, you know, in case my mom comes in or something. So I have shorts on. Boxers, I mean, and a tank top.”

“Okay. Is your hand inside your boxers?”

“Yep, it sure is,” I chuckled, before adding, “and I’m really wet.”

“Me too,” Donna sighed. “So wet, and so turned on. I never thought… well, actually, I guess I have thought about it. You know, about my girls, and, um, doing things with them. But I never expected anything like this would really happen. Except now maybe it is.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Do you think they’ll want to?” she asked, sounding worried.

It seemed sort of odd that she would be asking me what I thought since they were her daughters, not mine. But I tried to reassure her.

“Um, yeah,” I said, “I think so. Most girls are pretty curious. You know, they want to know more about sex, all kinds of sex. I remember how I was around their age, really curious, interested, eager, like Cherise and Addison. Your kids probably are too.”

“I hope so.”

“You — does that mean you really want this to happen?”

“Uh-huh, I sure as hell do.”

She was quiet for several more seconds after that, not speaking but making little moaning sounds, like whimpering.

“Are you getting close?” I asked.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Me too. My pussy is really wet.”

“So is mine,” she breathed, “so fucking wet. I… I’m almost there.”

Another short silence, and then Donna said, “When, you know, when Trevor has sex with me, it’s all about him. I almost never come. That only happens when I’m alone, or, or with Kay and Danielle.”

“I’d really like to see the three of you together,” I told her. “Watch you having sex with them. That would be so hot.”

“Yeah, and I’d like to see you with…”

The woman hesitated a moment, but then went on. Her words came out in short bursts between gasps and groans. “I wanna watch you — with Felicity — and Heather! UNH!! UNHHH!!!”

Donna was climaxing. And when I heard that, I went over the top too.

Continue on to Chapter 11

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 9

  • Posted on January 2, 2018 at 9:26 am

By Naughty Mommy

Well, as I said, one of my questions had been answered, definitely in the affirmative. Kay and Danielle each reached climax, masturbating to orgasm as their daughters sucked their tits. They didn’t hold back, not in the least. I was very happy to see that.

I did not, however, get to witness the second thing I was hoping for. Addison and Cherise seemed content for the time being with nipple play. Neither girl gave any indication of wanting to do more than that.

Would I ever get to see them fingering their mother’s cunts or, even better, licking them? And did the women want to eat their daughter’s sweet pussies? I was almost certain they both wanted to — but would they ever really do it? Would I get to see that someday?

Perhaps someday I would, but not then, not that evening.

 

After the two women and I came down from our climaxes, Kay said, “All right, this was fun, a whole lot of fun. Another excellent lesson from our teacher.” She winked at me, then went on, “But it’s getting late now, time for you young ones to head for bed. Britt, you’re staying over tonight, right? We don’t have an extra bedroom, so do you mind squeezing in here with me and Danielle?”

“No, I don’t mind at all,” I said with a smile.

The little girls giggled. I assumed that they were used to having their mothers spend the night together, but I didn’t know if there had ever been someone else there with them.

Anyway, no one complained. The kids bounced off Kay’s bed, trotting out of the room and down the hall to brush their teeth. I went downstairs and retrieved my backpack, which I’d left by the front door.

Fifteen minutes later, after a long round of goodnight kisses and hugs, the girls were snuggled into Addison’s bed with the lights turned off. It could be quite a while, I expected, before they actually went to sleep, and who knows what naughty things they might be doing in the meantime.

I wasn’t thinking very much about that, however, because just then I was lying naked in bed between Kay and Danielle, and they were kissing me!

It really didn’t surprise me, of course, that they were showing so much affection. I had taken for granted that we would have sex. Still, it was one thing to think about that, and another to actually do it.

When I felt their warm hands caressing me, their soft kisses on my cheeks and neck and lips, and when I realized that I was about to go all the way with them, make love with these two beautiful women at the same time — the moms of my yoga students! — I virtually melted. My pussy instantly became drenched, heavy with lubrication. My skin was burning hot, as if I had a fever.

But the funny thing was I was so turned on, so strongly aroused, so overwhelmed with desire, that I found I could barely move. I just lay there like a soggy, sultry puddle of lust, letting Kay and Danielle do whatever they wanted with me.

Not that they seemed to mind this, not at all. The pair happily made a playground of my body. Kay kissed my mouth, nibbling and sucking on my lips, with her hand slowly sliding down over my belly to my mound, then gently pulling at the tangles of my red bush. Danielle, meanwhile, was straddling my leg, grinding her moist pussy against my knee, her mouth roaming around my small breasts, licking and kissing.

And as their fingers and tongues went everywhere, exploring, touching, tasting, these horny women murmured to me, between kisses and caresses, how excited they were to have a teenage girl in their bed, how they’d long dreamed of having sex with someone as young as me.

They had been involved with each other for about three years, I gradually learned, since shortly after Danielle moved into the neighborhood. Their daughters met at school, in first grade, and immediately became best friends. Then the moms got acquainted, and soon they began an intimate relationship.

“But you know what?” Kay asked.

“What?” I barely managed to croak. Kay had a finger inside me and Danielle was flicking her tongue over the end of my erect nipple. It wasn’t easy at that point even to think coherently, let alone speak.

“See, we discovered something,” she continued, “while we were sharing our fantasies… you know, like you told the girls earlier tonight? About talking and telling each other what turns you on?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. I was already getting very close to an orgasm. Kay was rubbing my clit with her thumb while her finger slid in and out of my cunt. It felt incredibly good.

“It turns out we both love the same extremely hot idea. Danielle and I get totally turned on by talking about naked little girls… about having sex with them, kissing and touching and doing everything with them.”

“Yeah, like totally turned on!” added Danielle.

“Really?” I squeaked.

“Oh my god, yes,” said Kay, her finger moving faster inside me. “It makes me so wet to think about licking and sucking those tiny pink pussies, so smooth and perfect, so fucking hot.”

“UNHH!!” I came suddenly, and very hard.

I could feel the muscles in my vagina clamping down around Kay’s finger. Danielle was sucking my nipple and Kay was still rubbing my clit with her thumb. The orgasm seemed to go on and on and on, cresting and then cresting again. It was like a series of dazzling climaxes, one after the other.

Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was just too intense. Pushing the women away, I curled onto my side in a fetal position, legs pulled up, arms tucked at my chest. My pussy was still throbbing, spasms of pleasure blasting through my body. This continued at least half a minute more, one of the longest and most powerful orgasms of my life.

At last, with the sexual energy slowly dissipating, I was able to relax, to feel under control once again. You’d think I would have been exhausted by then, and yet I wasn’t. Instead, I felt motivated, inspired, excited about doing more with them.

I took a deep breath, let it out, then sat up.

Danielle was lying on her side, one arm behind her head, looking up at me. She smiled. Kay was on her knees, fingers moving between her legs. She was masturbating, as usual, though not especially fast, just gently playing with herself.

“Can you tell us what it’s like?” asked Kay.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I wasn’t sure I understood the question.

“All we can do is think about it. Neither of us… well, I fooled around a bit with girls in high school, starting when I was sixteen or seventeen, around your age, and then did a lot more of that in college… but nothing at all when I was younger, you know, really young, like Addison or Cherise.”

“And that’s way more than I did,” said Danielle, as she pushed herself up. “In fact, Kay was my first one, my first female lover, I mean. Before that, I’d only had, um, I’d had sex with a few guys, but that was all. I wasn’t very experienced, and I guess I’m still not. So, what’s it like?”

“What do you mean?” I repeated, still perplexed.

“You know,” prompted Kay, “what’s it like to actually lick a little girl’s pussy? We want to hear about that. Come on, tell us how it feels.”

A naughty grin crept across my face. “Well, why don’t you both try it and find out for yourselves?”

The women were quiet for a moment, apparently thinking. Then Danielle shrugged, and said softly, “We’d like to do that. We really would, but…”

“So why don’t you?” I persisted. “You might as well, right?”

Kay shook her head firmly, decisively. “No, we can’t, not ever. That’s why you’re here, Britt, so we can watch you do the things we’d both like to do but can’t.”

“But—” I began.

“No, she’s right,” said Danielle, interrupting me. “Kay and I have talked about this a lot, and as we told you before, we both love fantasizing about it, sometimes even playing games with each other, you know, role-playing. But that’s as far as we can ever really go. It’s just that… any more than that would be, um…”

As Danielle trailed off, Kay picked up the thread. “We’ve thought about this for a long time, Britt, believe me, and we know what we’re doing. We’re concerned, first, that it might be hard for the girls to adjust to that, to actually having sex with their mothers. Plus, there’s such a strong social taboo against incest, we don’t want to take any chances. There’s far too much at stake. I mean, if someone found out about it, then, well, there’d be hell to pay. And we can’t take that risk. We won’t.”

When Kay finished, I looked into her eyes, then into Danielle’s.

I wasn’t going to change their minds, that seemed obvious. No matter how much I would like to see it, nothing more wasn’t going to happen between these women and their daughters, nothing beyond what we’d already done.

“All right,” I slowly nodded. I wasn’t sure I agreed with their reasoning, but after all, it was their choice to make, not mine.

I’d noticed, however, that during all this, while we were talking, Kay had never stopped masturbating. Even as she was insisting to me that she could never, ever have sex with her own daughter, her hand was moving between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy. If anything, our discussion about limits and lesbian incest appeared to make her even more excited.

“Okay, so,” I said, as I gazed at her slippery fingers, then brought my eyes slowly up to meet hers, “you want me to tell you how it feels to lick a little girl? A nine-year-old like Addison? To push my tongue deep inside her sweet pink vagina?”

“Yes, fuck, yes!” hissed Kay. Her face was growing flushed. She was breathing hard, large chest quickly rising and falling. “Tell me!”

I turned to Danielle. “You want to hear how it felt when I was licking Cherise’s clit, when I sucked and licked and tasted her juicy little pussy?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, please tell me!” Danielle was lying on her back now, and she was masturbating too, both hands working fast between her long slim legs.

So I did. I told these women how wonderful it was to lick a virgin pussy, to eat a little girl and have the child come in my mouth. Then I told them about having the girls lick me, about looking down between my legs and seeing their pretty faces, those happy young smiles, little pink tongues lapping at my cunt.

 

We didn’t get much sleep that night. Or maybe what I should say is we didn’t go to sleep until much later. We stayed up until almost 3:00 AM, with me telling the moms over and over again how it felt to lick a little girl, to eat their daughters’ pussies. They never seemed to tire of hearing it.

At one point, however, after an hour or so of this, of talking and masturbating, I offered another suggestion. Although I’d told myself earlier that I probably couldn’t convince the women to actually have sex with their own kids, I wondered if maybe this would work.

“I know you said you don’t want to, you know, do it yourselves with the girls,” I began. “Well, I mean, you want to, but you’ve just decided that it’s not such a good idea, right?”

“That’s right,” Kay nodded.

“But why couldn’t you lick Cherise’s pussy? And why couldn’t you lick Addison’s, Danielle? They’re not your daughters, so wouldn’t that be okay?”

“It would be nice, very nice,” said Kay, grinning at me as she rubbed her clit. “And we’ve thought about that option too. We’ve talked about it plenty of times and had some wonderful sex role-playing it. But the thing is, we just can’t trust ourselves. If I was in bed with Cherise, eating her pussy, or having her eat mine, and if I saw Danielle next to me, licking Addison, well, I just know I wouldn’t be able to resist. I would have to have Addison too.”

“Yeah, and the same goes for me,” said Danielle. “I would have to have Cherise if she was right there next to me like that. It’s all I can do now to keep from jumping on her when I watch her having sex with you, Britt. But, um, I guess maybe it’s the yoga, all that stuff about discipline and focus, those things you teach. If it wasn’t for that…”

This was the first time I ever regretted teaching yoga. It was stopping me from seeing what I wanted to see! Of course, it was equally true that if I hadn’t been a yoga instructor in the first place, I never would have had this amazing erotic experience — the chance to have sex with two hot little girls while their mothers watched and masturbated.

I still wasn’t ready to give up on the rest of what I wanted, though. I can be very stubborn at times.

“But, like, couldn’t you just be, you know, in separate rooms? Danielle in Addison’s room with her, and Cherise in here with Kay? Then maybe you wouldn’t be so tempted to do even more.”

Kay shook her head, smiling ruefully. “No, it won’t work, honey. You’re not going to change our minds. We’ve decided what we think is right, and we won’t budge. It’s just too risky. We can’t take that chance.”

“But what you can do,” said Danielle, “is have sex with them for us, sort of in our place, you know, like you have been. That way we can both experience it, Kay and I, at least in a way, while we’re watching you. And of course you can tell us all about it afterward.”

“Well, okay,” I shrugged, finally resigned. I wouldn’t bug them about it anymore, but I certainly wasn’t going to stop thinking about it, that incredibly arousing idea of a mom making love with her daughter.

Then Kay asked, “What about your own mother, Britt? Have you ever thought about her that way? I know she’s a little bit older than us, but she’s still an attractive woman.”

My mom wasn’t just a little bit older than them, she was a lot older, nearly fifty. And although she did have sort of a pretty face, she was quite heavy, close to two hundred pounds. Sorry to say, but I really didn’t think of her as attractive at all. I loved her, because she was my mom and a good person, but I’d never been drawn to her sexually, never fantasized about her or anything like that.

“No, not really,” I said, “she’s, um, I guess she’s just not my type.” Then with a naughty grin, I added, “My type is ten-year-old girls!”

They laughed at that, and we spent the next several hours having plenty of fun, role-playing hot sex between mothers and daughters, taking turns, switching around, making up all kinds of forbidden fantasies and acting them out.

The women, as Danielle had mentioned earlier, often enjoyed this kind of thing. Kay usually would be the mom, they told me, with Danielle playing the role of the child, although sometimes they would swap. But now, with me there, we could try lots of other arrangements, and we did.

 

One more important thing occurred during my sleepover at Kay’s house, something that would soon lead to even more deliciously naughty adventures for lucky little me.

It happened the next morning. I awoke to find myself alone in the king-size bed. The sheets were rumpled and smelled of sex, feminine sex. I smiled as I recalled all the fun we’d had the previous night, two women and a teenage girl sharing their dirtiest fantasies while making each other come over and over again.

I could hear the shower running in the bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and the shower wasn’t the only thing I heard. I could also hear voices, especially Kay’s voice. “Fuck me! Fuck my fucking pussy! Make me come!!”

After hesitating for just a moment, I slipped out of bed and moved toward the door. Peering inside, I could make out two shapes through the pebbled glass enclosure on the tub. It was a pair of naked women — Kay and Danielle, obviously — making love.

Should I join them? I was tempted, but then I thought that if they wanted me to, they would come and ask. Maybe it was better to let the two lovebirds have their private time.

I listened and watched a few seconds longer, then got back in bed. By then, of course, I was very turned on. I also had to pee, but not that badly. I could wait, and in the meantime I could play with myself.

While I listened to the women having sex, I rubbed my own pussy. I was surprised how wet I already was and how quickly I got close. Considering the number of orgasms I’d had with Danielle and Kay the night before, not to mention with their daughters during our afternoon and early evening teaching sessions, I’d wondered if it might take me a while. It didn’t.

Hearing those sounds from the bathroom, plus thinking about all that we’d done, visualizing myself licking the little girls, or having them lick me, and then remembering how hot it was to see the kids sucking on their own moms’ nipples, soon had me soaring over the top.

“Yes, god, yes!!!” I cried as I climaxed, bouncing on the mattress, bucking my cunt against my hands, two fingers shoved deep inside me.

My eyes were tightly closed during the delicious orgasm, and when I opened them a minute or so later, I found I had an audience. The women were standing by the bed, grinning at me. Both had towels around their waists, with their hair wrapped in towels too, but their breasts were exposed.

“Oh, hi,” I smiled somewhat sheepishly, bringing a hand to my mouth to lick my juicy fingers.

“Good morning,” said Kay as she sat down beside me. “Looks like you were having fun.”

“Yeah, I was,” I grinned, “definitely. But um, I really have to pee now.”

“All right,” Kay chuckled. “Go ahead.”

I got up and took care of business.

When I came back, Kay asked me, “Are you getting hungry? Do you want any breakfast?”

“Uh, well… not right away. What time is it?”

There was a decorative clock on a table beside the bed, but the hands were so small I couldn’t read them from where I stood.

“It’s almost 10:00,” said Kay.

“Ten o’clock! Really?? Wow, I didn’t mean to sleep so long. Are the kids up?”

Danielle smiled, “Yeah, they’ve been up for a while, already had cereal for breakfast. We checked on them before we took a shower. They’re watching TV now, I think. Cartoons probably.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

She patted the bed, indicating that I should sit down between her and Kay.

I did, and then Danielle said, “We were planning to ask you, Britt, how you were feeling this morning… if you had, you know, any regrets about anything or whatever. But from what we saw, you seem pretty happy.”

“Well, yeah, I am. Very happy, in fact. No regrets at all.”

This wasn’t quite true, because I still wished I could see the two of them having sex with their daughters, but I’d promised myself I wouldn’t bring that subject up again.

“So, you wouldn’t mind,” said Kay, “if we asked you to come back next Saturday, and perhaps every Saturday, as often as you can anyway, for more private lessons?”

“No, I wouldn’t mind that at all. I’d love it. Except, um, there is something I’ve been, sort of, thinking about.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” asked Kay.

I fidgeted nervously, wringing my hands in my lap. “Well, I mean, it’s… kind of embarrassing.”

Kay laughed out loud. “Now, come on, honey, how can you be embarrassed about anything around us? God knows we’ve shared enough secrets with each other.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I nodded, then took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll tell you.”

I explained to them about my growing interest in Donna’s daughters, Heather and Felicity, the other two students in our yoga class. The girls were twelve and ten years old, an alluring pair of blonde angels who were increasingly featured during my nighttime masturbation sessions at home. I told them all about that as well.

“And so,” I said, drawing to a finish, “I don’t know if it could ever happen. But what I’d really like is to have them take part in our private lessons too.”

“Aha, well… that does add sort of a twist, doesn’t it?” said Kay, as she winked at Danielle.

“So, um, you think should we tell her?” Danielle asked.

The other woman shrugged. “I don’t see why not. It’ll come out sooner or later.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Kay turned to me, now with a very serious look on her face, and placed her hands on my shoulders. I had no idea what I was about to hear.

“Britt, we’ve trusted you with a lot so far,” said Kay, “a whole lot. I’m sure you know that both Danielle and I would be in big trouble if anyone ever found out what we’ve been doing. You know, with our little girls and everything, exposing them to so much. You could too, for that matter, but probably not as bad as us, not nearly as bad. I really don’t want you to worry about it, though. That’s not the point.”

I frowned, wondering to myself, what was the point?

“See, the thing is,” Kay continued, “Donna has some secrets too, sexual secrets. But the difference between her and us is she’s married and she wants to stay that way. She’s happy with her life, and doesn’t want to mess it up.”

“All right,” I said, feeling intensely curious and also somewhat impatient.

“You’re probably noticed that Donna’s house and furniture and everything are a lot nicer than mine.”

“And a whole lot nicer than mine, trust me,” Danielle interjected. I had never been to her place.

“Okay,” I nodded, smiling at Danielle.

Kay went on, “But even though Donna likes her lifestyle, her big house and everything, and doesn’t want to lose any of that, there’s one thing she just can’t resist. Can you guess what that is?”

They both looked at me. I shook my head. No clue.

“Pussy,” said Kay. “The woman loves pussy.”

Continue on to Chapter 10

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 8

  • Posted on December 26, 2017 at 7:02 am

By Naughty Mommy

After that we stopped for dinner, the five of us marching downstairs, proudly naked. Quite a crew!

The table was already set, I found, and as Cherise began to slice the freshly baked bread and Danielle served up big bowls of incredibly delicious-smelling beef stew from the slow cooker, and as Addison poured juice for the girls and Kay opened a bottle of red wine, I simply stood there smiling like a goof. A very happy goof!!

Yeah, I know I’m probably using way too many exclamation points according to the so-called experts, but I mean, how could I not feel totally fantastic?! Not only did I get to have sex with these super cute little girls and then suck their mom’s nipples, but now they were going to feed me too!! And it all smelled unbelievably great!!!

We sat down to eat, grinning and chattering. Kay asked if I would like to have a glass of wine, and I said sure. I knew my parents wouldn’t mind. Sometimes they let me drink a little wine with supper. They figured it was good for me to get used to it so I wouldn’t go crazy later. I figured they were right, and I enjoyed the taste.

The wine Kay poured was really good. It was a kind I’d never heard of, Egri Bikavér. She told me it was Hungarian, and that’s when I learned that Danielle’s grandparents on her mother’s side were both born in Hungary. They’d emigrated to the United States from Budapest as a young married couple in the 1950s, living for a short time in New Jersey before moving to Baltimore.

“That’s where she gets her good looks,” Kay winked. “Hungarian girls are the most beautiful in the world.”

“Aww, thanks,” Danielle blushed.

So, everything was just perfect: the wine, the food, the conversation, and especially the scenery — all those lovely nude feminine bodies — I couldn’t have asked for more. Well, I did ask for seconds of beef stew after scarfing down my first bowl, sopping up the rich broth with another slice of homemade bread. Yes, I was in heaven. No doubt about it.

When the meal was over, and the small amount of cleanup quickly handled, I expected we would probably head back upstairs to the master bedroom, but I was in for a surprise.

“Let’s just go in the living room, all right?” Kay suggested. “We can take our glasses in there and relax.” She’d opened a second bottle of wine, so we took that with us, and the kids brought their refilled glasses of juice along too.

The blinds were drawn, and we had plenty of privacy. Kay and Danielle settled on the couch, their daughters snuggling in beside them, while I sat in an armchair, crossing my legs and sipping my wine. I noted with amusement that this was the same seat I’d occupied on the previous Saturday afternoon after I first arrived, before any of our delightfully illicit sexual activities had taken place. So much had happened since then, and all of it wonderful!

We chatted for a couple of minutes about nothing in particular, until Danielle said, wagging her eyebrows, “So, what’s next on the teaching protocol, Britt? I’m eager for us to get started again.”

“Oh, um, okay…”

I felt my heart pounding, the color rising in my cheeks. Even though it all had gone just right so far, my plan working precisely as I’d hoped, we still had some major boundaries to cross. Would they think I was a total pervert, asking for what I wanted next?

Actually, that wasn’t quite right. The next thing was only halfway perverted, no worse than any of the things we’d done before, which everyone enjoyed. Okay, so, settle down, Britt, I said to myself. You can do this. You can make it happen.

I forced a smile. “Well, I think now we should find out if the girls were really paying attention. You know, when I was showing them how to make love to a woman’s breasts. I’d like them to try it with me and see how well they do, okay?”

“Ooh, yeah…” Kay rubbed her hands together. “I can’t wait to see that.”

We rearranged ourselves, the women getting up while I moved to the couch, sitting in the middle between Addison and Cherise. The naked little girls giggled and clutched my arms.

There were two large, comfortable chairs in the room, not far from the couch and facing diagonally toward it. That’s where I assumed Kay and Danielle would be. I was right about that — except before they sat down, they opened the bottom drawer in a side cabinet and got out a pair of big fluffy towels, placing them on the chairs beneath them.

Pretty smart, I thought, preparing in advance for the overflow. I hadn’t noticed Kay being unusually gooey, but Danielle definitely was a gusher.

“All right, we’re ready,” said Kay, winking at me.

Her hand was already busily working between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She could never get enough, it seemed. Kay was constantly touching herself, striving for the next climax.

I had to wonder, when I reached my thirties, would I be that way too? Able to come, like, ten or more times a day? It’s true that when I was with these women and their daughters, playing our sexy games, my orgasm count certainly did increase. But normally, on my own, three or maybe four was about my maximum. After that I was too worn out. Maybe older women were just like that, with even stronger needs than a teenager and more stamina as well. Someday, presumably, I would find out for myself.

“Go ahead, honey,” said Danielle, “you can start now.”

Oops. Once again I’d allowed my ruminating to get in the way of action. It was time to get on with things.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I grinned. “I just like watching you guys. You’re both very hot.”

“Thanks,” Danielle nodded. She was masturbating too, slumped in her chair, running a slender finger up and down through her juicy slit, spectacular long legs spread wide. It was quite a sight, extremely erotic.

On the other hand, cuddling next to me were two adorable little girls, only nine and ten years old, smiling and eager for sex. And that, of course, was even more erotic — making love with such young kids was absolutely forbidden, but so incredibly desirable!

I looked back and forth between them, making steady eye contact, letting them connect with me. When I thought they were ready, properly focused, I said in a quiet voice, “All right, let’s see how much you both have learned. Do you remember how to start?”

“Just with touching,” said Cherise. “Um, only light touching, with your fingertips.”

“Yeah, and, like, go slow at first,” Addison put in.

“That’s right, very good,” I said to them. “So, why don’t you begin, one on either side, okay?”

Oh my god, can you imagine how wonderful this was? A pair of darling girls, so young they had no boobs yet, but they both were touching me, and so lovingly, small hands tenderly caressing, moving around my breasts, slowly circling, fingers edging closer and closer to my nipples.

“Mmm, that’s really nice,” I murmured. “You’re doing very, very well.”

By now my nipples were as hard as they could be, throbbing and begging for attention. There was only one problem. The kids, it seemed, had taken my earlier instruction all too literally. They were going slow, all right, maybe too slow. It was almost like there was a contest between them, to see who could take the longest time before reaching my nipple. Their little fingertips softly circled, around and around and around, coming ever closer but never quite touching.

Were they trying to drive me insane? If so, they were succeeding. I had to put a stop to it.

In a voice choked with arousal, I said, “That’s… enough of that, I think. You can do the next thing now.”

“Are you aching?” Addison giggled. “Like my mom said she was?”

“Yes, I am,” I nodded, “definitely.”

“Does it make you want to come?” the girl added with a mischievous grin.

“Uh-huh, it sure does.”

“Mmmm, fuck — you’re gonna make me come.” That was Kay. She was pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt. They were soaked with her juices.

I didn’t reply to the woman, just gave her a quick smile. Instead I said to the girls, “Go on, um… do, you know, the next thing.”

“Okay,” said Cherise. She brought her index finger to her mouth, licking the tip. Addison did the same. Then they placed their wet fingertips on the very ends of my nipples, rubbing in tiny circles.

“Goddamn,” I groaned, my head falling back, eyes closed.

The electric tingling sensation went straight from my nipples to my clit. It felt like I was on fire. I swear the kids could have made me come just by doing that. Except I wanted still more from them, much more.

“Now,” I croaked, “u-use your tongues now.”

“But what about, don’t we do this first?” asked Cherise.

I raised my head again, opening my heavy-lidded eyes. Cherise was holding her fingers in a cone shape, exactly the way I’d shown them with Kay and then with Danielle.

“Um, yeah, all right, do that first.”

So they did. The girls each placed a hand over one breast, and slowly drew their small fingers up, bringing them together, lightly squeezing and pulling on my nipples, repeating this several times.

God, it felt so fucking good. I gritted my teeth, squeezing my legs together. Should I masturbate? I certainly wanted to, but I was also supposed to be teaching them, and maybe that should take precedent. It was hard to think straight with so much lust and desire coursing through my body.

Before I could decide what to do, they went on to the next step. Addison and Cherise, the two sexy fourth-graders, started flicking their little tongues over the tips of my nipples.

Now I was incapable of resisting. Without making a conscious decision, my hands went between my legs, fingers stroking my erect clit.

Both girls flattened their tongues, sliding up and down, then going around in circles on my tits.

“Fuck, yeah, don’t stop,” I told them. “Don’t stop!”

They didn’t stop, and they weren’t going slow anymore either. Almost instinctively, it seemed, they began to suck.

Dimly I heard throaty grunting noises from Kay and Danielle, the moms of these children who were nursing at my breasts. It sounded like both women were coming, but I couldn’t hear them clearly — because I was screaming so loud, climaxing with two little girls sucking on my nipples as I furiously rubbed my cunt.

 

“Can we lick you now?” said Addison.

I blinked, opening my eyes partway. “Huh…? What?”

“Can we lick you now?” she repeated. “I wanna taste you again.”

“Yeah, me too,” agreed Cherise. “I do too.”

The kids were kneeling on either side of me, actually bouncing on the sofa cushions in their eagerness.

“Yes, do that,” said Kay, who’d risen from her chair and was standing close to us. She was nude, of course, hands gently massaging her womanly body, one between her legs, the other on her breasts. “You don’t mind, do you, Britt?”

Obviously, I didn’t mind. I would love having the girls do that, though I was still only half-conscious after such an overpowering orgasm.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. My vision was blurry. Maybe I’d had too much wine at dinner, two full glasses, or maybe I’d simply had too much sex — no, not that! A person could never have too much sex!!

“What’s so funny?” asked Addison, grinning at me.

I realized I was giggling uncontrollably. When I came in earlier that afternoon, I’d thought the women seemed giddy, intoxicated, but now I was the one.

“It’s nothing,” I managed to reply, taking a deep breath and pushing myself up a little bit. “I’m just happy, that’s all.”

“Aww, that’s sweet,” said Kay. She sat down next to me, nudging Addison to the side, and gave me a big hug while plastering my cheek with wet kisses. “I’m so glad you’re happy, Britt. You’ve made us happy too, very very happy.”

Danielle joined us on the couch, squeezing in between me and Cherise, wrapping her long arms around me and adorning my face with more kisses, saying, “Yeah, we really do want to thank you, honey. You have no idea how happy you’ve made us.”

“Wait! I wanna hug her too!” cried Addison, climbing over her mom to flop on top of me, hugging and kissing. Suddenly Cherise was there as well, and I was completely covered by an avalanche of naked feminine bodies rubbing up against me, two beautiful women and their sexy young daughters.

This love fest went on for at least half a minute, maybe longer, until I thought I might suffocate. Finally Kay drew back, saying, “Now what was it you girls said you wanted to do with Britt?”

“Lick her!” said Addison.

“Lick her pussy!” said Cherise.

And so they did. Once again, as on the previous Saturday, I had both kids between my legs, smiling up at me, licking and fingering and giggling and sucking and kissing. Beside me on the couch were their mothers, leaning in close, watching everything and rubbing themselves.

Although the girls still weren’t experts and a lot more instruction would be required — which I would happily provide — their eager enthusiasm, combined with my awareness of what was happening, how deliciously wrong and dirty it all was, brought me quickly to the brink.

“You’re gonna, you’re gonna fucking make me come!!” I panted.

“You want us to fuck you?” asked Addison. To Cherise, she said, “Put your finger in her, okay? And I will too. Together, both at once.”

“Okay!”

I felt two fingers pushing up inside my wet vagina, probing, stretching, reaching deep, and then I felt their warm tongues on my clit — “God! YES!!” I cried, erupting into climax.

 

Following my second titanic orgasm in the space of only about fifteen minutes, I really needed to rest for a bit. The women drank more wine, the kids yakked and had some juice, while I semi-snoozed on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep. I wanted very badly to do more with them, not give up for the night, but temporarily, at least, I was wiped out.

Fortunately it didn’t take too long for me to gather myself. Or maybe it did take a while. I don’t know, I’m not sure how long it was. At any rate, I finally sat up, took a deep breath, then smiled at everyone and said, “Okay, I feel a lot better now. Thanks for letting me sort of recuperate.”

Kay, who was seated beside me, placed her hand on my leg, softly patting. As if she could read my thoughts, she said, “Are you sure you don’t want to just call it a night, sweetie? It’s no problem if you feel that way. We understand.”

“No, I, um… there’s still more stuff I want to do. And I, I’m fine, really. I want to keep going.”

“All right. If you’re sure.”

“Yeah, I am. Definitely. I’m ready.”

“Okay, so, what is it you want to do next?” Kay asked.

“Well, uh, I actually think it might work better if we go upstairs again, to your bedroom. If, you know, if you guys don’t mind.”

“You’re the boss,” said Danielle, “or maybe I should say you’re the teacher. Anyhow, you just tell us what to do, Britt, and we’ll do it.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. And if these women really meant it, then it shouldn’t be too hard for me to achieve what I was aiming for, to take the next big step.

First, however, I needed to check on the two kids, sitting on the floor in front of us, drinking their juice. Might they be getting bored, restless, their attention spans running out?

“You guys, um, Addison and Cherise? Do you still want to keep doing this kind of stuff?” I asked. “Because I mean, we don’t have to. We can play games or watch a movie or do something else if you’d rather…”

They both looked at me like I was crazy. Cherise frowned. Addison shook her head, then put a hand between her legs, stroking her hairless pussy, and said, “I don’t wanna play any games now — except for these kinds of games!” She burst into laughter, and the others joined her.

So much for short attention spans. They were ready for more sex, and so was I!

When we got upstairs to Kay’s room, I asked the moms to sit on the bed, leaning on pillows against the headboard. Then I positioned their daughters with them, Cherise next to Danielle, Addison beside Kay. I was on my knees in the center of the king-size bed, facing them.

“Okay, so,” I began, “the next thing is more practice. The girls did a good job on me, like, touching and licking my boobs. But I want them to keep practicing now, get more experience.”

“Wait — what?” said Kay.

“It’s just for teaching,” I told her. “They have to get experience, so why not do it with you, right?”

“But…”

Danielle intervened, “No, really, I think it’s fine. Britt’s our teacher. She knows what’s best.”

Kay turned to her. “Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh,” Danielle nodded. She was holding her small tits in her hands, lightly massaging them and squeezing the nipples. “I think we should do this. I really do.”

“Well, uh… all right,” Kay said slowly. “I suppose we can, if it’s just for teaching.”

“Of course it is,” I assured her. “The only way these kids can learn is by doing, and they both need a lot more practice.”

“Ooh, goodie!” Addison giggled, bouncing on her knees next to her mom.

Cherise, meanwhile, was licking her lips as she stared at Danielle’s breasts, ogling her mother’s hard nipples.

“So, um, ladies, put your hands down at your sides,” I said. They did, and then I told the girls they could begin, doing all the things I’d taught them previously.

I sat and watched, quickly becoming aroused. Addison and Cherise were good students, had learned their lessons well. They took it slow at first, as instructed, but it was immediately evident that the gentle caress of their small fingers was having a powerful effect.

Both Kay and Danielle were breathing quickly, chests rising and falling. Their nipples were stiffly erect, though they hadn’t been directly touched yet by the girls. The women squirmed on the bed, hands fidgeting, and I saw them squeezing their legs together.

We came to the next part. The kids grinned at one another. They’d finished circling their mother’s breasts, moving closer and closer — ever so close — without quite contacting the turgid nipples. Now they each licked the end of one index finger and placed it over the tip of a nipple.

“No, uh, do both,” I said. “Lick two fingers and do both nipples at once.”

“Oh, okay,” said Addison, with Cherise nodding in agreement.

This was almost too much for the women. When they felt those moist fingertips teasing, tickling their nipples, Kay and Danielle groaned in unison, bodies shuddering dramatically. It was amusing, in a way, to see such an exaggerated response, but I could easily tell they weren’t faking. They were extremely turned on, and I was too!

“Now, uh…” I had to stop and clear my throat, “now your tongues. Don’t worry about using your hands any more, just your tongues and your mouths.”

As I gave the girls this instruction, my hand went between my own legs. My clit was throbbing, so incredibly sensitive. I knew I could make myself come with only a few strokes, but for the moment I avoided that, instead massaging my labia and the opening to my vagina. I wanted to wait if possible, try to manage it so I would reach orgasm at the same time the women did — assuming, of course, that they were willing to go that far, climax in such an intimate fashion, with their daughters sucking their nipples. Would they do that?

It didn’t seem there would be much resistance. Both moms were feverishly masturbating. I hadn’t told them to and they hadn’t asked permission. It just happened automatically.

I saw Cherise glance back at me. It appeared she might be concerned about skipping a step, but I didn’t care. To hell with the curriculum — I wanted to see the little girls’ mouths on their mothers’ breasts! I nodded at her to continue, and she did.

Addison was already flicking her tongue over Kay’s nipples, going back and forth between her tits, licking one nipple then the other.

“Fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah,” Kay muttered as her fingers worked rapidly between her legs.

Cherise leaned in and licked Danielle’s hard brown nipple.

“GOD!!” the woman exclaimed, her body shaking.

So that issue was resolved, halfway at least. Danielle climaxed with Cherise licking her nipple. The girl hadn’t even started sucking yet.

I hadn’t come yet either, and I was glad about that. I really wanted to see everything, see as much of this as I could before an orgasm overwhelmed me.

“Suck my nipple, baby,” Kay suddenly hissed to her daughter. “Suck it!”

Another step would be skipped — no flattened tongue circling the nipple, just sucking right away — and that was fine with me.

Addison curled up next to her mom. Smiling, looking as happy as I had ever seen the girl, she ran her tongue one time around the engorged pink nipple, then took the breast in her mouth.

Kay didn’t climax immediately. Perhaps she wanted to put it off, as I was attempting, so she could enjoy the delicious sensations a little longer. I’ve never had a child, and I doubt I ever will, but I do love having my nipples sucked by a pretty girl. I can only imagine how wonderful it would be if that girl was your own beautiful daughter.

At any rate, Kay was petting Addison’s hair, cooing to the child. She was still masturbating, and breathing hard, though her fingers were not moving quite as fast as before.

Meanwhile, Cherise had crawled onto her mother’s lap. Danielle had an arm around the girl, and with the other hand was cupping a breast, raising it, offering the erect nipple to her daughter.

I watched as Cherise looked up into Danielle’s eyes. They gazed at one another for a moment, then the woman bent down, tenderly kissing the child’s lips.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Danielle whispered.

Cherise giggled, squirming with excitement like a kid at Christmas. Then she took the offered nipple, closing her lips over it, and began to suck. Danielle groaned, and the hand that had been holding her breast went back between her legs, rubbing her clit.

“So nice,” I murmured to myself, “so nice.”

I had a finger deep inside my cunt, slowly moving in and out. My other hand was on my chest, squeezing my tits, pulling and twisting the nipples. I was getting close, almost on the edge, nearly there. But still I wanted to wait, hoping to see two more things…

First, would Kay allow herself to reach climax as Danielle had done? Or did she perhaps think that would be taboo, going a little too far? Second, would the girls do even more, maybe do what I’d fantasized about, sliding their hands down to touch their mother’s pussies? That would be so amazing to see!

The first question was soon answered.

Although Kay had briefly seemed to slow things down a bit, she was quickly heating up again. I could see her whole body trembling with arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, face shiny with sweat, fingers moving faster now between her legs.

Then I heard her say the exact same thing she’d said to me only a few hours earlier. “That’s right, suck Mommy’s nipple, baby girl. Make Mommy come!”

Addison opened her eyes. Without releasing the tit from her mouth, she turned her head slightly and looked up at her mother.

“Uh-huh,” Kay nodded to her. “Make Mommy come, little girl. Make Mommy come!”

The child grinned. I could actually see Kay’s fat pink nipple inside Addison’s mouth, held between her teeth, before she resumed her eager sucking.

I was rubbing myself faster too, no longer avoiding my clit but squeezing it with my juicy, slippery fingers, feeling that wonderful surge from within, the thrilling rise of an impending climax.

“Goddamn yes!” said Kay. “Make me come, little baby! Mommy wants to come while you suck her fucking nipple!!”

And with these thrillingly dirty words, the woman soared over the top, gasping and shuddering.

I came with her, and in the moment before I was forced to shut my eyes, I saw Danielle reach climax again as well. She groaned and shook, one hand clamped between her legs, the other clutching Cherise’s head, pulling her little girl’s face against her breast.

Continue on to Chapter 9

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 7

  • Posted on December 18, 2017 at 7:03 am

By Naughty Mommy

“This is a really good experience for you,” I said to Addison and Cherise, giving them a saucy smile, “you know, like, a learning experience.”

They were seated on Kay’s king-size bed, leaning on pillows propped against the headboard. Their legs were spread apart, small fingers wet and gooey. I was in front of them, on my knees.

Next to me, on either side, were the two women, the girls’ mothers, Kay and Danielle. The five of us were nude and we were all breathing hard. We had just finished climaxing together for a second time that afternoon, masturbating to orgasm as we watched one another and described our erotic fantasies.

“See, the thing is, sexual arousal is only partly physical,” I explained, while wiping sweat from my forehead. “Mostly, in fact, it’s mental. How turned on you get will depend more on what you’re thinking than on what you’re doing, or even on what someone else is doing to you or with you. Unless you think something is sexy and arousing, it’s not.”

This was yet another verity I’d learned from Gina, my beloved guru. I was so incredibly grateful to her. Every young girl should have someone like Gina to lead and guide them, starting around puberty or even earlier. Our world would be a much better place if they did.

“And you know what?” I added with a leer. “Right now what I’m thinking about is how much I want to lick your little pussies.”

The kids both giggled. “Okay!” chirped Addison, pulling her knees back, offering herself to me.

“Is that all right with you?” I asked their moms, turning from side to side.

“Hell yeah, it is,” said Kay. “I’d love to see that.”

Danielle nodded. “Me too, definitely.” Her hands were already working between her legs again, as were Kay’s.

By now I was getting somewhat used to this bizarre situation, although if I stopped and thought about it for long, it was nearly impossible to comprehend. I was being allowed — no, more than that, urged on by these women to have sex with their daughters, only nine and ten years old, while they watched me. What an astounding, unbelievable opportunity this was!

But this wasn’t the right time to be thinking about that. This was the time to do it!

And I did. I spent the next hour or so licking Cherise and Addison, tasting them, fingering their soft pink vaginas, sucking on their clits, making them both come — more than once, by the way. And while I was enjoying their sweet young bodies, I also made sure to spend plenty of time teaching the girls, explaining what I was doing and why, so that when they had their turns, when the kids were licking me or each other, they would know just what to do, how to provide the most satisfaction.

I wanted to give these girls the same thing Gina had given me — not only the pleasure of lovemaking, but an education in the pleasure of lovemaking. That was something that would last far longer, I knew, than any relationship they had with me, however long that might continue.

Of course, as you can imagine, Addison and Cherise weren’t the only ones to reach climax while this oral instruction was taking place. Their mothers watched very closely, sometimes adding a bit of advice, and continually rubbing themselves. I didn’t even try to keep count, but I’m positive the women came at least as many times as their daughters and probably a lot more. (At one point, I managed to wriggle a hand down between my legs and get myself off too. I really needed it.)

With all this excitement, and after so many lovely orgasms between us, along with the close intimacy of sharing our sexual fantasies, I decided it was time now to take the next step.

I’d been lying prone on the bed, and I pushed myself up. It was already starting to get dark outside. The clock on the bedside table said it was not quite 5:00, but daylight savings time had ended and the days were shorter. I sat quietly, hands resting on my knees, waiting for the others to settle down and turn their attention to me.

It was Danielle who’d had the most recent orgasm, although hers had occurred only a few seconds after I made Cherise come in my mouth. At any rate, those two were still slowly recovering. After about another minute, they were ready.

I took my tits in my hands, fingers lightly fondling the nipples. Looking at Cherise and Addison, I said, “Last Saturday, and then a little more today, I was teaching you guys about, um, about licking pussy. You both did pretty well last week, and in a while maybe we’ll try again and see how much of that you remember. But right now there’s another thing.”

As I said this, I looked down at my breasts, drawing the girls’ eyes there too. I squeezed and pulled my hard nipples, making them even longer and thicker.

“I want you to learn how to make love to a woman’s breasts, to her boobs, how to get her excited not by touching her pussy but by playing with her tits. You can do this with a girl too, of course, not only a woman — except if the girl is young, her nipples might not be very sensitive. But after her boobies have started growing, maybe at around twelve years old or so, you can give her a whole lot of pleasure that way. So that’s what our main lesson is going to be tonight, okay? Touching and kissing and licking and sucking a woman’s breasts.”

I heard a sigh of approval from Kay and turned to her. She was cradling her boobs, plumping them up, thumbs playing over the tips of her nipples.

“Nice,” I nodded.

She grinned at me while running her tongue around her lips. This was my chance, I realized, exactly what I’d been hoping for.

“Can I demonstrate with you?” I asked.

“What?!” Kay’s eyebrows shot up. Obviously my question had surprised her. She frowned, slowly shaking her head.

I’d known this would be a major hurdle to overcome. Up until now, all the actual lovemaking had been between me and the girls. I hadn’t touched the women, at least not much, and they hadn’t touched me. But now I was asking to cross a boundary, to let the kids see sexual activity between me and their moms. Would Kay and Danielle go along with that, or would they object?

“It’s, you know, for teaching purposes. I just want to show the girls what to do. And I’ll start by doing it with you. All right?”

“But, I…”

“Come on, Mom,” said Addison. “I really wanna see that. I need to learn how.”

“Well…”

“Pleeease?”

I hadn’t coached Addison in this, and yet her begging was exquisitely timed and perfectly calculated.

Still shaking her head a bit, but with a smile creeping in, Kay said, “Just for teaching, huh?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Well, mostly, anyhow. I won’t deny that I’ll enjoy it, and I certainly hope you will too.”

The woman chuckled. Her hands, which had dropped to her sides when I asked the question, came back up to her breasts, gently massaging again. “Well, if you really think it’s important, then I suppose we can do that.”

“Yay!” Addison clapped.

I smiled at the girl, and thanked her mom. Before beginning, however, I turned briefly to Danielle. “It’s only fair, of course, that after I do this little demonstration with Kay, I’ll do the same thing with you, all right?”

Her eyebrows went up too, but she didn’t argue, and no cajoling was needed from her daughter. “Uh, y-yes, okay,” Danielle said, nodding quickly. “That’s fine.”

I noticed Cherise licking her lips as she gazed at her mother’s erect nipples. That made my clit tingle, and I squeezed my legs together. God, I really hoped I would be able to make this happen, get Cherise and Addison involved with their moms. That would be so exciting to see!

Turning back to Kay, I asked, “Are you ready?”

She was sitting on her knees, hands clasped in front of her, waiting for me. “Uh-huh,” she nodded.

I paused a moment, appreciating her allure. Although she wasn’t as pretty as Danielle — who after all was a former model — and not nearly so slender, Kay certainly was a desirable woman. She had cute legs, a fairly trim waist along with a bit of a tummy, lovely auburn hair that fell in waves around her shoulders, an attractive open, friendly face with an engaging smile, and best of all, those full round breasts, capped with swollen pink nipples.

I’ve mentioned before that I tend to be drawn to girls mostly, rather than women, but Kay really turned me on, not only her appearance but her attitude. She exuded sexuality.

Again I squeezed my legs together as my eyes ran up and down Kay’s body. I definitely wanted this woman. When she saw how I was ogling her, she winked at me.

I returned the gesture, then looked at the girls and began teaching.

“Okay, so, the first thing is, when you touch a woman’s breasts, don’t just jump in, grabbing and squeezing them right away. It’s usually better to start kind of slow. Let me show you.”

I placed my hands lightly on Kay’s shoulders, let them run briefly down her arms, then back to the top of her chest.

“Remember how I taught you to use your fingertips when you’re touching yourself? Like, bringing them up along the insides of your legs, just the tips of your fingers?”

The kids both nodded.

“That’s the same way you should start when making love with a woman’s breasts. You know, very delicately, sort of teasing. Run your fingers around her boobs first, not really touching them yet, but just right around the edges, okay?”

I demonstrated as I explained this, my fingers circling Kay’s large breasts, tickling the undersides. She shivered a bit, and her breath was coming faster.

“Now, when you put your hands on her boobs, don’t touch the nipples at first, but again just go in little circles around them. Like this.”

Kay’s tits certainly were her best feature. They were nearly perfect, so tempting. I had to restrain myself from grabbing them right away, putting my mouth over her nipples and sucking. It wasn’t easy to resist, to take it slow, but I kept telling myself I was supposed to be teaching — and anyway, this was all intended to lead up to something even more exciting. That’s what I had to keep in mind.

“If you do it right,” I went on, “then pretty soon, before long, the woman probably will beg you for more. Her nipples will be getting firm, erect, they might even be aching.”

“Yes, they are,” Kay confirmed, her voice a bit shaky. “Damn right they are.”

This made the girls giggle.

“Keep watching now,” I said to the youngsters. “You can move in closer if you want. Make sure you can see everything.”

They did, edging in until their little faces were only a few inches away from Kay’s boobs.

“Do you know what an erogenous zone is?” I asked them.

Addison said, “No,” and Cherise shook her head.

“Well, see, those are the most sensitive areas on a woman’s body, the places that will get the strongest responses when you touch them or lick them. We’ve already talked about touching your thighs, especially the insides. And there’s also her mouth, of course, her lips and her tongue, not to mention her pussy.”

The kids giggled again.

“But next to her clit, the other most sensitive part of a woman’s body is her nipples. Again, though, like I said, it will usually feel best for her if you go slow. Don’t just start by grabbing right away. Instead, touch just the very tip at first. Put the end of your finger on the end of her nipple, and rub in a tiny circle. It works even better if you get your finger wet. Just lick the end of it, and then rub the tip of her nipple, doing those little circles, like this…”

“Fuck,” sighed Kay, “that feels so good.”

“You should do this with both nipples,” I told Addison and Cherise, demonstrating for them as they leaned in close to watch.

“And then, after you’ve spent some time teasing the tips, getting her nice and excited, another thing you can do with your fingers is — well, let me show you.”

I placed my hands gently over Kay’s breasts, fingers in a cone shape, then slowly drew them up, bringing them together, lightly squeezing and pulling the nipples. I repeated this several times, with Kay breathing faster, her body starting to tremble.

“You see?” I said to the kids. “You can tell how much she likes it, right?”

They nodded in agreement.

“Now, the next thing will be to use your mouth and your tongue.”

I heard a groan from Danielle. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that she was masturbating, one hand briskly rubbing her pussy, the other squeezing a breast, pinching the hard nipple. I gave her a smile, then returned to my task.

Addressing the girls, I asked, “Do you remember when I taught you about licking my clit, how to start by just flicking your tongue over the end a couple times?”

Once more they nodded, beaming with interest and enthusiasm.

“Well, it’s the same thing with her nipple. In fact, you can pretty much treat them the same way, all right? Whatever feels good with one will feel good with the other. You get what I mean?”

“Uh-huh,” said Cherise, with Addison adding, “Yup.”

“So, I’ll do that, and you guys watch. Just the tip of my tongue, right over the end of her nipple…”

Kay gasped when I did this with the first nipple. I looked up into her eyes and grinned. She licked her lips, chest quickly rising and falling. I moved to the other breast, flicking my tongue over the stiff nipple. She moaned, her head falling back.

Again I turned to the girls. “Okay, let’s see how much you remember from last week. What was the next thing I taught you to do, after flicking your tongue over the end of my clit?”

“Um, it was, to make it flat,” said Cherise. “Make your tongue flat, and, like, lay it over your clit and then rub up and down.”

“That’s right, exactly right,” I smiled.

“I remember too,” said Addison.

“Good, I’m sure you do. So that’s what I’ll do now with your mom, with her breast.”

I put my tongue over one nipple, rubbing slowly around in circles, letting the tip of my tongue tease the sides of her swollen bud. I didn’t start sucking yet, though I dearly wanted to, but just licked.

Kay was moaning loudly, her whole body trembling. “Can I… can I touch myself?” she asked, voice thick with arousal.

“Yes,” I said to her, drawing away briefly. “That’s fine. Don’t hold back. You can do whatever feels natural to you. As long as we’re teaching the girls, we should let them see how a woman responds, let them see everything, okay?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushed, forehead shiny with sweat. One hand went down between her legs, going to work, but at the same time she arched her back, thrusting her chest out to me. “Go on,” she urged. “Do it some more.”

And so I did. I licked the woman’s delicious nipples while her daughter and the other girl watched. I knew Danielle was masturbating, as was Kay, although I couldn’t see Danielle because she was behind me. Neither of the children were touching themselves at this point, just carefully observing.

After a minute or so, when it seemed that Kay might be getting near a peak, almost ready to come, I stopped, turning to Cherise and Addison.

“Now, the final thing is to suck her nipples, just like you did when you were a baby.”

The kids smiled and giggled, wriggling with excitement.

“This can feel incredibly good,” I told them, “but you’ll have to find out how each of your partners likes it best. Some women love sucking, while others prefer just kissing or licking. And some women even like it when you bite their nipples or tug on them with your teeth. You should try different things — and of course you can ask her what turns her on the most.”

As the girls nodded, I said to Addison, “Do you think we should ask your mom how she likes it best?”

“Yeah!” the child grinned.

“Okay, so, why don’t you ask her, and then I’ll do whatever she tells you she likes best.”

Addison’s eyebrows went up. “Really?”

“Sure,” I told her. “That’s how you learn, by asking questions. Go on, ask her what she likes.”

“Um, okay…”

Her big blue eyes wide, Addison took a deep breath, and swallowed. Then she said, “Mom? How, um, I mean, what do you like best when, you know, when somebody is doing stuff with your tits?”

Kay smiled at her daughter. “Well, honey, I do love having my nipples sucked. That really turns me on.”

“Me too!” Danielle blurted. “I just love that, it just, I, I — UNNHH!!”

She was coming. I hadn’t been paying much attention to Danielle, and didn’t realize how close she was. But it was perfectly fine. As I’d said to Kay, I wanted them not to hold back, to let the girls see the results of our erotic activity.

We all turned to look at Danielle. Her eyes were shut tight, beautiful face in a grimace. Both hands were between her legs, covering her mound. Her long fingers glistened with her fragrant, gooey juices. She gasped and grunted, body jerking with climactic spasms.

I waited, watching, taking it in. As I mentioned before, Gina taught me to have the highest regard for the sight of a woman or a girl in sexual ecstasy, to revere the spectacle. There is nothing more fulfilling in life, more breathtaking, than to witness that, especially if you have been part of bringing it about.

So we sat and observed for perhaps half a minute, letting Danielle finish. She shuddered and groaned, the heady scent of her orgasm filling the room, until at last she began to calm down, her muscles relaxing. After a deep breath, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at us, then drew her hands away from her sex, raising one to her mouth to suck her fingers, the other going to her breasts, rubbing the slippery lubrication on her erect nipples.

“Nice,” I said to her. “Very, very nice. Thank you so much for letting us watch that.”

“You’re welcome,” Danielle chuckled, blushing a bit.

“And now,” I asked Addison, “would you like to watch me suck your mother’s nipples?”

“Yeah!” exclaimed the nine-year-old.

I turned back to Kay, looking at her for a moment. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, but now she brought it up, taking her large breasts in her hands, lifting them and offering them to me.

“You are so hot,” I told her, and as I said the words, I started masturbating too, massaging my clit. I didn’t really mean to, but I couldn’t help it. I was extremely turned on, filled with lust.

Trying to stay in control of myself, to remember that I was teaching, I leaned in toward the woman, my mouth approaching her breast. I gazed at the swollen nipple, so enticing, irresistible. After licking it once, I sighed and put my mouth over her tit, greedily sucking.

“Fuck, yeah,” she hissed, “that’s right, suck my nipple, little girl. Suck Mommy’s nipple.”

I wasn’t sure if Kay realized what she was saying or if she understood the effect this might have on the children, especially her daughter. But she didn’t stop. She continued to say sexy things like that while holding my head in one hand, pulling me in close. Although my eyes were shut and I couldn’t see what she was doing, I could feel that her other hand was between her legs again, rubbing her cunt.

“Suck Mommy’s nipple, baby girl,” urged Kay. “Make Mommy come.”

I heard a loud squeal from Addison and felt the mattress bounce and shake beneath us. She must have started playing with herself and quickly climaxed, falling heavily on her side. That’s what I assumed anyway, but I didn’t stop to figure it out.

Instead, I switched to the other breast, sucking Kay’s nipple, hearing her talk dirty to me, smelling her juices — or maybe Danielle’s, or Addison’s, or even my own — I was still masturbating, and I rubbed my pussy faster. It was so fucking hot, having this woman’s tit in my mouth, playing with my clit, listening to the naughty things she said, knowing that her young daughter was watching it all, or had been at least, before she came.

“Suck my nipple, make me come, I’m so close!” Kay cried.

I sucked even harder, licking and biting her nipple — and then suddenly I started coming. I could feel the surge swelling up from within. I wanted to slow things down, to stop myself, but I just couldn’t.

When I was nearly overcome, primed and ready to explode, I released Kay’s nipple from my mouth, uttering, “I can’t — I can’t —!”

But she didn’t hear me. Kay was already climaxing herself. We came together, a woman and a teenage girl enjoying the exquisite pleasures of taboo lesbian sex.

 

We rested for just a few minutes after that, and then, as promised, I duplicated the “teaching example” with Danielle. I again showed the girls how to arouse a woman by making love to her breasts, beginning with the light touch of fingers, followed by some nipple play, and finally with sucking.

It turned out this did not go on even half as long as my session with Kay. Partly that was because I’d already given the instruction and didn’t have to repeat much of what I’d said, but also because Danielle was so turned on. She didn’t hesitate to start rubbing herself as soon as the lesson began, and when I licked one of her stiff nipples for the first time, flicking my tongue over the tip, she immediately climaxed. It wasn’t an especially huge orgasm, but it was an orgasm nonetheless, and so I waited briefly to let her finish before moving to the other nipple.

I had noticed that as Cherise was listening to my words and watching everything I did, she’d begun masturbating too, hands caressing her smooth labia. The ten-year-old was breathing hard now, face turning red.

“Make sure you come in real close,” I told her, “so you can see it all and don’t miss a thing.”

“Okay.”

And as I leaned in to lick Danielle’s long brown nipple, Cherise scooted up beside me, her cheek almost touching mine. She watched intently, still rubbing herself, as I flicked my tongue over the end of the nipple, and I could sense the girl breathing harder. When I flattened my tongue, first licking up and down, then around in circles on Danielle’s tit, I heard a series of urgent whimpers from Cherise. It seemed that she was getting very close.

“Do you want me to suck her nipple now?” I asked. “Do you want to see that?”

“Yes,” the child squeaked. By this time she was huffing and puffing, barely able to speak, right on the edge.

The moment I put my mouth over the breast, when Cherise saw me beginning to suck her mom’s nipple, she burst into climax, crying out and leaning against my back, her lovely slender body shaking in delirious pleasure. Danielle came too, very hard, mother and daughter sharing a simultaneous orgasm, with me nestled between them.

I didn’t stop sucking right away, just continued to enjoy myself, nursing at Danielle’s tit and stimulating her, as I marveled at my astonishing good fortune. How much luckier could I possibly be?

Continue on to Chapter 8

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 6

  • Posted on December 11, 2017 at 6:59 am

By Naughty Mommy

“Come in, darling,” said Kay as she opened the front door for me. “Don’t you look lovely today — you really are very pretty!”

“Oh, thank you,” I blushed, stepping inside. I put my backpack down by the door.

Kay was in a light cotton dress this time, not slacks like the previous week. But it was easy to tell that she was braless again. Her large breasts swung and bobbed beneath the thin material as she took my jacket and hung it in the coat closet. Then she kissed my cheek and gave me a long hug. I felt the soft warmth of her tits pressing against mine, and I smelled her perfume. Very seductive.

Danielle came out from the kitchen to join us. I was a little surprised to see that she was wearing shorts and a dainty tank top since it was so cold that day, though of course it was comfortably warm inside the house. And I also detected a delicious aroma wafting behind her, something like freshly baked bread. It made my mouth water.

“Hello, Britt,” the woman beamed, rushing up to greet me. “It’s so nice to see you!”

“Hi,” I smiled, as she squeezed me tightly. Under her top, Danielle was wearing a bra, I could feel that. I wondered if she would be shy about her body like she’d been the week before, reluctant to take off her bra and let us see her boobs.

She certainly wasn’t bashful about showing off her legs. As Danielle stepped back to get a better look at me in my miniskirt and colorful fuzzy sweater, oohing and aahing along with Kay, I let my eyes run up and down her long gorgeous legs. The denim shorts she had on were tiny and very tight, revealing miles of tanned, toned flesh. That made my mouth water even more!

“The kids are upstairs,” said Kay with a leer, “waiting for us. I think they might’ve already got started.”

“Yeah,” Danielle added breathlessly, “and I made two loaves of bread and we’ve got a stew going in the slow cooker. It’ll be ready around six or so. We don’t have to worry about it at all. We can just, you know, play until then.”

When Kay wagged her eyebrows at this suggestive remark, the women burst into laughter. They seemed giddy, intoxicated — but with alcohol or with lust, I wasn’t sure — maybe it was both.

“So, are you ready?” Kay asked, stroking my arm. “Or do you want to, um, relax a little bit first… maybe have a glass of wine?”

“No, I, it’s fine. We can start whenever you like. I’m ready.”

“Good, then let’s go.” Taking my hand, Kay led me quickly up the stairs. Danielle was right behind us, tittering like a schoolgirl.

We didn’t go to Addison’s room, as I’d expected we would, but to Kay’s, the master bedroom. I hadn’t been in there before.

She had a king-size bed, and on the bed were the two little ones, Cherise and Addison. The girls were lying together, facing one another, arms and legs entwined — and both were nude. They looked up and smiled at us as we came in. From the flush of their cheeks and the wet gleam on their lips, it was easy to see that they’d been kissing, if not more.

“Hi, Britt!” chirped Addison. Cherise just giggled.

“Hi, you guys,” I said, as I wondered how much ‘practicing’ these girls had been doing in their private time together. Maybe a lot, from the looks of it, which certainly was fine with me. Then I wondered if their mothers might have done some spectating, encouraging, possibly even joining in? So many things to think about!

“How should we start?” asked Kay.

Turning, I saw that she had unbuttoned her dress down the front and was letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She wore nothing underneath, and when she kicked off her shoes, she was completely naked. Kay took both breasts in her hands, squeezing them and pressing them together.

“I’m so excited about this,” she grinned. “Danielle and I, we’ve been thinking about it and talking about it all week long. How do you want to start?”

That meant it was up to me once again. I would be in charge. And from what Kay said and the way she said it, I got the impression that nothing much more had happened since the previous Saturday, at least not between the mothers and daughters. But maybe that would change today. I really hoped it would!

However, I wasn’t quite brave enough to begin with what I’d been planning for them, not right away at least. That might have to wait a while. I needed to work up my courage first and get everyone in just the right mood.

“Well, um… okay, so,” I stammered, feeling a little unsure, at a bit of a loss.

Then I glanced at Danielle. “Whatever you think,” she said to me, smiling warmly. “You just tell us what to do.” Her look of complete trust gave me a boost of much-needed confidence and helped me decide.

I reached out and took her hand, then Kay’s too, and brought both women to stand with me at the foot of the bed, facing the girls, who sat up to look at us.

“Cherise?” I asked. “Did you do any, uh, touching yourself this week, alone at night in bed, or maybe during the day? You know, masturbating? Did you do that some?”

The beautiful ten-year-old blushed, but nodded, saying quietly, “Uh-huh, I did.”

“And were you able to make yourself come? Did you have an orgasm?”

“Um, mostly. Not every time, I mean, but usually I did.”

I heard a low groan, almost inaudible, beside me. With her free hand, the one I wasn’t holding, Danielle was caressing her pussy through her tight denim shorts as she listened to her little girl tell us about masturbating to climax. I noticed that Cherise was watching her closely.

“I did it too,” Addison piped up. “Lots of times.”

I smiled at the kids approvingly. “That’s good, I’m glad. It’s important for you to get comfortable touching yourself, playing with yourself, learning all about what gets you especially excited, what turns you on the most. I want you both to keep doing that, as often as you can, okay?”

“Okay,” they readily agreed.

“So, um, Addison,” I asked, “when you’re doing that, playing with yourself, do you have any special fantasies that go through your head? What do you usually think about?”

She giggled, crinkling her nose. “You know, like, girls, and um… ladies.”

“Not boys?”

“Eww, no, not boys. Yuck!”

I laughed. “That’s fine, either way is fine. If you like to think about boys, it’s no problem, or just girls. Either way, it’s up to you. Whatever gets you most excited.”

“Sometimes I think about you,” Addison said.

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you think about me being naked?”

“Yeah, I do, a lot.”

“Me too,” said Cherise. “I do that too.”

Danielle groaned again. Her hand was moving faster between her legs, over her shorts, pressing in hard.

“Do you want to see me naked now?” I asked the girls, my gaze going from one to the other. They both nodded eagerly.

“Cherise, honey,” I said in a soft voice, “do you also want to see your mom naked? Do you want to look at her pretty body?”

The child blushed deep red, then swallowed. Slowly nodding, she said, “Mm-hm.”

“That’s fine,” I assured her. “There’s nothing wrong or bad about wanting to look at a sexy woman, at her naked body, even if the woman is your mother. And if, um, if a woman wants to look at a little girl, see the child naked, even if the girl is her daughter and it gets the woman excited, that’s fine too. There’s nothing wrong with any of that. Okay?”

No one responded, but I could definitely feel the erotic temperature rising in the room. I thought I could even smell it. And then I realized what the aroma was.

I looked at Kay. She was rubbing her fingers over her erect nipples, coating them with a wet, gooey substance. As I watched, she dropped her hand to her crotch, pushing two fingers quickly inside her cunt, then brought them up again to her tits. She applied more of the slippery juices to her nipples, then raised her hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers, savoring the taste of her own pussy. She smiled and winked at me.

“You’re so hot,” I said. And on impulse, I leaned in close, bringing my lips to Kay’s. We kissed, using our tongues, and I tasted her, especially when she slipped her still gooey fingers briefly into my mouth. After a few seconds, I pulled back.

“Wow,” sighed Danielle.

I turned toward her. Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed her too, sharing a bit of Kay’s juices, though I was sure Danielle had enjoyed that delicious flavor many times before. They hadn’t said anything yet to confirm this, but I was positive that the pair were lesbian lovers.

When I looked back at the girls, I saw that Addison had begun masturbating as she watched us kiss, fingers tickling her hairless pussy. She was breathing fast, her smooth flat chest rising and falling. Cherise wasn’t touching herself at this point, merely staring wide-eyed at everything.

“Okay, honey,” I said to Cherise. “Want me to take off your mommy’s clothes, so you can see her naked?”

She nodded, “Yes, please.”

“All right,” I grinned, chucking inwardly at her politeness.

“And you take off your clothes too,” said Addison to me.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I will.”

I knelt in front of Danielle. She was wearing cute white sneakers. After removing them, I gently massaged her feet for a moment or two, and finished by kissing each of her toes. Then I stood again, gliding my hands along the backs of her long, shapely legs. When I reached her shorts, I cupped the woman’s butt, squeezing her cheeks.

Danielle uttered a little mewing sound and her eyes widened, but she made no other movement. I smiled at her, then took the hem of her girlish tank top and lifted it. She raised her arms, and I pulled the top up, over her head and off, laying it aside.

Her bra was yellow and white, lacy, and partially transparent. I could easily see her dark nipples. They were stiffly erect, pushing out through the material. It made me want to kiss and lick and suck them. I remembered then how much I’d loved sucking Gina’s tits. Her breasts were larger than Danielle’s, though not as full and round as Kay’s. But her nipples were so enticing, nearly always hard, as if begging for a mouth to take them in. We would do that for what seemed hours on end, sitting in a chair or reclining on her sofa, with me curled in Gina’s lap, sucking like a baby while she masturbated or played with my pussy or did both at the same time.

All this flashed through my mind in a couple of seconds as I gazed at Danielle’s chest. Then I put my hands over her breasts, squeezing them tenderly. She sighed in pleasure.

I heard a soft whimper. Glancing at the bed, I found that Cherise had started touching herself too, both hands between her legs, pressing in on her labia, slowly scissoring, the way I’d taught her the previous Saturday. I gave the girl a smile of approval.

Turning my attention back to Danielle, I located the front closure on her bra. Before opening it, I looked up into the woman’s beautiful deep brown eyes. “May I?”

“Mm-hm,” she nodded, sounding exactly like her daughter had earlier.

I unhooked the clasp and drew the cups away, sliding the straps off Danielle’s shoulders and down her arms, then let the bra drop. Unsupported, her small breasts sagged — but oh my god, those nipples! They just stuck out so far, were so incredibly inviting, I don’t know how anyone could not be dying to lick and suck them. I know I was, and I certainly hoped Cherise was too.

I looked at the child. Sure enough, her eyes were glued to her mother’s exposed tits, and not only that, she was licking her lips as she stared at the erect nipples.

God, this was too fucking hot. I clenched my thigh muscles, squeezing my legs together. I wanted to come so bad, but I cautioned myself to slow down, take it easy. Don’t try to rush things, or it might not work out the way you want.

After a deep breath… inhale, exhale… I said to Danielle, “Can I take your shorts, and uh, your panties off?”

“Yes, please,” she smiled.

I didn’t know if she had panties on or not, but it seemed likely. At any rate, I’d find out soon enough.

Her shorts were very tight, and it wasn’t easy to open the top button, but finally I managed, and then pulled down the zipper. She was indeed wearing panties — or actually a thong — a brief triangle of stretchy pink fabric that snugly enclosed her labia and virtually nothing else.

Leaving those sexy panties in place for the moment, I tugged the denim shorts over Danielle’s hips and down her legs, then off as she stepped out of them. After pausing to admire her beautiful legs one more time, I hooked my fingers into the narrow waistband of the thong and slowly began pulling it down as well, revealing everything.

Again I saw that her mound was completely bare, as were her lips. I couldn’t see any stubble, so I assumed she must have had a wax job recently. I’d read about that, but I didn’t think I wanted one myself. It seemed too painful, and anyway I liked how my bush looked. Of course I also liked the way Danielle looked, so smooth and hot and sexy!

I stared at the woman’s pussy for a few seconds, then looked at the thong. The fabric felt warm in my hand, and as I expected it was also slightly damp. Holding it closer, I saw a thin line of moisture right down the center. I brought the thong to my nose, closed my eyes, and sniffed — and heard Addison giggle.

All right, time to get back to doing my job. Focus, Britt! I set the panties down and got to my feet.

With Danielle stripped, I was now the only person in the room still wearing any clothes. That could be taken care of quite easily, except how should I do it?

I turned toward Kay. She was masturbating, as usual, one hand fondling her tits, the other working between her legs.

“Would you take my sweater off, please?” I asked.

She grinned at me. “With pleasure.” Then she lifted my sweater up and over my head.

“Ooh,” sighed Addison, as my small breasts came into view. My nipples were stiffly erect, aching to be touched. This gave me a very naughty idea.

“Could you put some of that,” I said to Kay, nodding at her crotch, “on my nipples too?”

“Mmm, yes,” she chuckled. “I’d be glad to.”

She dropped a hand back between her legs, pushing two fingers inside her cunt, then brought the fingers up to my tits, rubbing her slippery, shiny wetness over my nipples. My clit tingled at her touch, and my pussy throbbed. Squeezing my thighs together, I could tell how soaked my panties were.

A high-pitched squeal made me glance at Addison. Her fingers were moving very fast over her clit, and she was red in the face, huffing and puffing. I didn’t think she’d come quite yet, but the little girl was obviously getting close.

Cherise was masturbating too, though not as vigorously as Addison. Both hands caressed her pussy, and her big brown eyes were wide, darting everywhere, from her mom’s nipples, to mine, to Kay’s, then to Addison’s busy fingers, and finally back to her mother.

I kissed Kay on the lips, then turned again to Danielle. “Can you take off my shoes, please?”

“All right.”

She knelt before me, carefully removed my flat shoes and, as I had done with her, tenderly massaged my feet for a few seconds. Then Danielle kissed my toes, one at a time. I adored how that felt, not only the softness of her lips, but the sensation of having a beautiful woman lovingly touch and kiss my feet. It was intensely erotic.

“Thank you,” I whispered to her.

“You’re welcome,” she said, and as she stood, Danielle trailed her fingers up the backs of my legs, briefly reaching under my short skirt to cup my butt cheeks. Then she stepped back, awaiting what would come next.

“Cherise,” I said in a low tone, moving closer to the bed, “would you please take off my skirt?”

“Um, okay…”

Her voice was shaky and I saw that she was trembling with arousal. Apparently the way she’d been playing with herself, along with everything she was seeing, had totally turned the child on. I was happy to see that.

Cherise found the button and the zipper on the side of my pleated skirt, and soon it was open, sliding down my legs. I kicked it aside, thanking the beautiful girl with a smile as she went back to stroking her pussy, then turned to Addison.

“Now I need someone to take off my panties. Would you do that for me, sweetie?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Even though she was briskly rubbing her clit and seemingly very near a climax, Addison had no problem switching gears to lend me a hand. Little kids are so adaptable.

She climbed off the bed and grabbed the sides of my undies, yanking them down to my feet. As soon as I stepped out of them, Addison lifted the panties to her nose, smelling them the way I’d done with Danielle’s.

“Mmmm,” the girl sighed, her eyes closed. I got the clear impression that these were not the first panties she’d sniffed.

“All right, now… everyone is naked,” I announced, as I put both hands between my legs, caressing my slippery labia, “and we’re all touching ourselves, playing with ourselves. Mmmm, and that is such a good thing. Everyone should do this as often as they can. Masturbation is one of the best things in the world, it makes you feel good, and it can help you learn how to please others as well as yourself.”

I looked slowly around the room while saying these words. Addison had hopped back onto the bed and picked up right where she left off, small fingers tickling her hairless pussy. Cherise was squeezing her mound between her hands, scissoring, teasing her clit. Danielle was holding her moist lips apart with one hand, the other hand sliding up and down through her furrow. And Kay, of course, was fucking herself. I had to wonder how many times a day she did this — almost every time I looked at her, the sexy woman had two fingers buried deep inside her cunt — not that there’s anything wrong with that!

“But you know what?” I said. “There’s something else you can do while you’re masturbating together with someone that makes it even better, even hotter. You can talk to them about sex.”

That got their attention. Both women and both girls looked at me, their eyes bright with interest.

“So, what are you thinking about right now? Or, when you’re alone in bed, playing with yourself, what ideas get you the most turned on? Let’s tell each other our hottest fantasies, okay?”

No one said anything in reply, though I did see nods of agreement from Addison and from Kay, and the other two appeared willing to go along as well.

“Addison, can we start with you? You said before that you’ve been masturbating a lot this week, and you also said you like thinking about me naked, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, grinning. “I do.”

“Okay, and is there anything you like to imagine me doing when you think about me that way?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, like, kissing me and stuff. Kissing and hugging. Or, you know, especially, um… licking my clit.”

“Fuck, yeah,” groaned Kay, two fingers pumping fast inside her juicy cunt, making that delicious wet slapping sound. I could smell her arousal, and I was sure everyone else could too.

“How about you, honey?” I asked Cherise. “What do you think about when you masturbate?”

The pretty girl hesitated, then finally said, “Um… I don’t know.”

“It’s all right,” I encouraged. “You can tell us. There must be something.”

Cherise swallowed and looked slowly around the room, but remained mute.

Danielle said to her daughter, “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Come on, tell us what turns you on. I really want to hear about it.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I do. I want to know what gets you excited, baby, when you touch your little pussy.”

As she said this, Danielle half-squatted in front of the child, opening her legs, drawing back her labia with both hands to expose her gooey, glistening center. With the tip of her index finger, she rubbed her fat pink clit. “Tell Mommy. Tell Mommy what turns you on, little girl.”

Cherise licked her lips. She was breathing quickly, almost panting, cheeks turning red, fingers moving faster between her legs.

“I think about, um, naked ladies,” she told us, in a quavering but surprisingly loud voice, as she stared at her mother’s sex. “About their boobs. Their big nipples. And — and — and their cunts!!”

Addison suddenly squealed. She went stiff for a moment, then fell to her side on the bed, both hands clamped between her legs, small body shuddering in orgasmic ecstasy.

“Fuck!” Kay screamed. “Fuck!!”

I turned and saw that she was climaxing too, frantically fucking herself as she watched the child come.

Hearing a heavy grunt from Danielle, I whipped my head around again. A long strand of viscous goo was dripping toward the floor from her vagina, which she was holding wide open. I could actually see her pink hole pulsating, gobs of creamy moisture oozing out as she came.

“Ohh!” cried Cherise. The little girl was rubbing herself with both hands, eyes glued to her mother’s sex. After another shrill cry, she started coming too, gasping and choking, bending at the waist with each powerful spasm.

At last it was my turn.

The orgasm burst from my center, jolting me, almost knocking me over. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, swaying, groaning, breathing hard, loving all the wonderful sounds and smells, the warm pleasure of shared feminine desire. I was glad that I’d been able to hold off long enough to take in this stunningly erotic sight, two beautiful women and their young daughters rubbing themselves, climaxing together in incestuous lesbian lust.

Continue on to Chapter 7

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 5

  • Posted on December 3, 2017 at 7:06 am

By Naughty Mommy

This still wasn’t the end of our pleasurable games that night, although things were inevitably winding down.

As I began to recover from the delirious climax I’d enjoyed with Addison and Cherise eating me in tandem, I realized that people were moving around, changing positions.

I’d collapsed on the bed, nearly passing out. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that the women were arranging the girls in a ‘69’ beside me. Addison was on the bottom, lying on her back. Cherise, the taller one, was on top.

The kids had never done this before, of course — or at least I was almost certain they hadn’t. I was equally sure, however, that their mothers had. Nothing had been said to me about this yet, but I had a clear sense that Danielle and Kay were lesbian lovers, and had been for some time. Who knows how long they’d been thinking about their daughters in this way? I really had no clue, though it occurred to me just then, in sort of a brain flash, that perhaps nearly all moms with alluring little girls will dream about seeing them play with themselves or even watching them make love with other girls.

I don’t know, maybe that forbidden desire is common and maybe it’s not. But in any case, these two, Kay and Danielle, were going well beyond fantasy, turning their taboo longings into reality.

“Now just, you know, lick each other at the same time,” urged Kay.

“Yeah, that’s right, sweetie,” said Danielle to Cherise, “lick Addison. Lick her little pussy. I wanna see you make her come.”

Pushing myself up on an elbow, I wasn’t surprised to find that as they were providing direction and offering encouragement, the women were also masturbating yet again. They never seemed to tire of it. I had to wonder, though, weren’t they getting sore by now? Certainly neither one appeared to be. Fingers moved fast between their legs, rubbing their clits and fucking their cunts as they watched Cherise and Addison begin to lick each other.

I watched too, watched all four of them, the two young children and their moms. Greedily I savored the heady sensuality, all the erotic sights and sounds and smells of feminine arousal… and soon my fingers went back to work, caressing my own mound, stroking my labia, dipping down into my juicy center, then teasing my erect clit.

Since this was (presumably) a first-time event for the girls, it took them a while to get near a peak, several minutes at least. Danielle and Kay continued to give intimate instruction, leaning in very close, telling their daughters just what to do — “lick her clit, uh-huh, now suck on it, mmm, very good” … “put your finger there, at her opening, and tickle her, that’s right, then push inside a little bit” … “don’t stop licking, don’t stop, keep licking her bud” — until finally I saw Addison start to shake, huffing and puffing, cheeks growing florid.

She tried her best, it seemed to me, not to stop licking Cherise, but the sensations were simply too strong. Addison’s eyes squeezed shut, her face in a grimace, and then she came.

A few seconds later, Kay climaxed too, furiously fucking herself with her fingers. Seeing that — a mom coming at the same time as her little girl — put me over the top as well, although this orgasm was not as mind-blowing as some of the others. It was more of a smooth, powerful surge, a warm liquid glow spreading throughout my whole body, making me shiver all over.

I mostly retained awareness of my surroundings, which was nice because I was then able to witness a sweet moment when Danielle bent down to whisper something in Cherise’s ear, tenderly kissing the girl as she lay with her head between Addison’s thighs, watching her come.

Cherise, of course, had to be content with waiting a little longer for her own culmination. Addison rallied fairly quickly, however, taking a couple of deep breaths after her spasms ended, then gamely applying herself again to licking and sucking her friend’s pussy.

Because she no longer had to pleasure Addison, Cherise could now concentrate solely on what she was feeling. The pretty child closed her eyes and raised her head. Her lips and chin were wet, her cheeks flushed, forehead beaded with sweat. She looked unbelievably sexy. Slowly, her slender form began to move, gently rocking, hips rotating as she ground her pussy into Addison’s mouth.

I heard a soft moan from Cherise, almost like whimpering, which soon became louder, more shrill, as the tempo of her motions increased. Then I heard Danielle. The woman was kneeling in front of her daughter, one hand rubbing her clit, the other clutching a breast, pinching the hard nipple.

“That’s right, baby, come on, come for Mommy,” she urged, “Mommy wants to see you come!”

This seemed to greatly excite Cherise, who’d opened her eyes again. While staring at her mother, she moved faster and faster on top of Addison, humping frantically, until suddenly all her muscles tensed — she froze for a moment, holding her breath, turning red — and then came on Addison’s face.

“Fuck! Yes!!” grunted Danielle, climaxing when she saw this, hands clamped between her legs.

Cherise, in the throes of her ecstasy, still coming, rolled off her friend and sprawled on the bed, gasping and groaning, her eyes tightly shut, perfect young body shuddering in orgasmic splendor.

Beside her lay Addison, panting and smiling, but with her eyes closed too, her limbs slack, a nine-year-old girl completely spent.

 

And with that, we finally were done.

Neither of the kids said or did anything else that evening, not while I was there anyway. Their breathing gradually slowed. They lay still, quiet, evidently on the verge of sleep if not already gone.

Their mothers and I watched them for a minute or two, then eased carefully off the bed. We gathered up our clothing and left the room, Kay turning off the light and closing the door.

Out in the hall, Kay whispered, “You wanna go to my room, Britt? Can you spend the night?”

Reluctantly, I shook my head. I motioned that we should go downstairs, and began heading that way. They followed me. When we reached the living room, I started pulling on my jeans and my sweater, not bothering with bra or panties.

“I’m sorry,” I said to the women, “I’d like to stay, but, I mean, I told my mom and dad that I’d be home tonight. They’d worry if I never showed up, and it’s too late to call. They go to bed early. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, honey, it’s fine,” said Kay. “You don’t need to apologize. We understand.”

“Yeah, and, I mean, gosh, don’t be sorry,” added Danielle. “We all had a fantastic time tonight, thanks to you.”

“Good, I’m glad,” I said with a leer. “So did I, a very good time.”

We shared a laugh, and then Kay said, “How about, uh, a repeat engagement for next week, next Saturday afternoon. Can you do this with us again, and maybe tell your parents you’ll be staying over?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I nodded, feeling a perverse thrill. Could this really be happening? “That should be okay. We can talk about it when, um, you know, when I see you guys on Tuesday or on Thursday, at yoga lessons.”

“All right,” said Kay. “Sounds great.”

I slipped into my sneakers, found my bag, and walked with them to the front door. As I turned to say goodnight, Kay took both my hands in hers, squeezing them. I saw tears in her eyes.

“Before you leave, I just have to say, thank you, Britt, with all my heart. You have no idea how much this means to me.” She kissed my lips.

“Me too, just, thank you, thank you,” said Danielle, kissing me the same way. “This really is a dream come true for us.”

 

Fifteen minutes later, I was home. As I’d figured, even though it was not quite 10:30, my parents already had gone to bed, probably much earlier. The house was quiet, and there was no light under their door.

I went to my own room and quickly got ready for bed. But I didn’t go to sleep. A whole lot had taken place in the past few hours and I was still totally keyed up. I lay under the sheets, replaying it all in my mind.

My god, I’d watched two little girls having sex that night, and I’d had sex with them too — with their mothers watching! It was so hard to believe, but it really had happened. I’d made love with Cherise and Addison. I had licked their pretty pussies and they’d licked mine. The kids fucked me with their fingers and I came in both their mouths. And all this right in front of Kay and Danielle, as they cheered us on and masturbated. Just so incredible.

Maybe the most amazing thing is that this wasn’t my idea. I didn’t have to seduce anyone. The women had asked me, begged me, to do this for them, to have sex with their young daughters while they watched. They told me it was their dream come true.

That must mean, then, that they’d been thinking about this for a long time, hoping for it, planning for it. Was that why they hired me in the first place? Not only to teach yoga, but to do even more? This seemed unlikely, but who knows?

So, what would happen the next time, I wondered, on the following Saturday? Would we go further still? Could I possibly have sex with the moms in front of the girls? Or, even better, could the mothers and daughters make love with each other?

Damn, that would be so unbelievably hot. As I lay in bed, I began to imagine Danielle and Cherise holding one another, kissing deeply and rubbing their beautiful naked bodies together. I pictured Kay licking Addison’s hairless pussy, sliding her finger inside the girl, fucking her own child and making her come.

My clit tingled. I slid a hand down and started rubbing myself as I fantasized. I was already wet, just thinking about it. But was this only a fantasy? Or might it really happen? I so wanted to see that, the women making love with their daughters. Would they do it if I asked? Did they even want to?

Hmm, what if I, sort of… helped them along the way? What could I do to encourage this? Then I remembered something. Earlier that afternoon, while Addison was kissing me and fumbling with my boobs, I’d told myself I would have to teach her, and Cherise as well, what they should do, how to make love with a woman’s breasts. I definitely wanted to do that — but what if I was to suggest that the girls should practice not only on me, but also with their moms?

God, yeah, I loved that idea. As I rubbed my pussy, I pictured the kids, Addison and Cherise, touching their mother’s breasts, playing with the hard nipples, kissing them and sucking them. I visualized myself there with them, looking at Kay and Danielle, seeing them get more and more excited as they held the girls, petting their hair, watching as they licked and sucked their tits. And then I imagined small hands reaching down between the women’s legs, eager fingers sliding inside wet vaginas, two little girls fucking their moms, making them come.

“Ah! Ah! AHH!!”

With this enticing fantasy in my head, I came too, and then finally, at long last, I drifted off to sleep.

 

The next day, Sunday, felt kind of strange to me. It was almost like I was still in a dream. Had all of that really happened the night before? I knew it had, of course, but it just seemed so unreal. I wondered too, if my parents might notice something different and ask me about it. Not my dad so much, because he never seemed to notice anything at home. All he ever thought about was work, or playing golf. But my mom knew me pretty well. Would she say something?

She didn’t. Neither of them said anything out of the ordinary. The day went by like any other Sunday. Dad mowed the lawn, then drank beer and watched football on TV. Mom did laundry and stuff, while I texted a few of my friends. Nothing serious, just casual chatting. No one knew my special sexy secrets. No one but Kay and Danielle and their daughters.

On Tuesday, during our yoga class after school, Addison and Cherise shared some flirtatious smiles with me, but that was all. They didn’t do anything else to give away what had happened between us. It was pretty wild, though, for me, looking at those two little girls, knowing I’d seen them both naked just a few days earlier, kissed and licked their pussies. And yet I had to act normal, if I could, pretending it was all the same as before.

It wasn’t, obviously. We really had done those things. I couldn’t get it out of my head. And as we went through the exercises and I helped them with their stretching, putting my hands on their taut young bodies, I could feel my own pussy growing moist, so much that I worried it might become obvious. I’d chosen that day for some reason not to wear gym shorts, only a powder blue leotard. Luckily no one said anything about the wet spot which was indeed there, quite visible.

When I got home, I changed clothes right away so my mother wouldn’t see the stain. After that, I told her I was going to give another private yoga lesson to Cherise and Addison on Saturday, and that Kay had invited me to have dinner with them, then play games and stay over for the night if I wanted to. I asked Mom if that would be okay — though of course I didn’t tell her the kinds of games we’d be playing — and she said it was fine with her. No problem.

As you might imagine, I was masturbating a whole lot that week, even more than usual. Typically, like most teenagers, I guess, I would make myself come at least once every day and often two or three times. But with so many wonderfully dirty thoughts swirling around in my mind, I took every opportunity I could to close my eyes, think about those girls and their moms, and rub my clit until I came again. Twice or three times a day? Nope, now it was like five or six times!

On Thursday, I took yet another step. During my self-pleasuring sessions, I had begun to fantasize not only about Addison and Cherise, but my other two students as well, Heather and Felicity. These girls were sisters, both blue-eyed blondes and both quite attractive. Felicity, who was ten, was a classmate of Cherise and Addison, while Heather, twelve, was two years ahead of them, in sixth grade.

Being the oldest, Heather was naturally more developed than the others, already endowed with pleasingly round little breasts. I could see that she, and probably her sister too, would someday have nice big boobs like their mother, Donna.

Our classes, as I mentioned before, were held at Donna’s house. She was married, and a stay-at-home mom. I’d learned from my conversations with her that she’d been a cheerleader all through high school and college, a very popular girl, no doubt, who’d wed the star quarterback. This was easy to picture since Donna was still really cute and bubbly, although she had put on a bit of weight over the years.

Anyway, that next daring step I took was to masturbate during our yoga lesson! Not right out in front of everyone, obviously, but in the downstairs bathroom at Donna’s, not far from where the kids were seated on their mats, waiting for me.

As on Tuesday, I’d decided again not to wear gym shorts, just a leotard and nothing else. And this leotard was the thinnest one I had, white and nearly see-through. While doing our warmups, I watched closely for reactions from my students — Addison and Cherise would enjoy the scenery, no doubt, but what about Felicity or Heather? Would either of them show any special interest in my body, in the way I was so provocatively flaunting it?

Yes! It definitely appeared to me that those young girls were responding just the way I wanted. I was sure I caught several lingering looks from both sexy little blondes, and so, about halfway through the session, I excused myself and stepped into the bathroom.

Breathing fast, already highly aroused by what I was doing, I unsnapped the crotch of my leotard, looking at and touching the slippery wetness that had soaked from my pussy into the material. Then, facing toward the door, I imagined all four girls gathered around, watching intently, along with Donna too, as I rubbed my clit and shoved a finger inside my cunt.

In less than a minute I reached climax, barely managing not to cry out when I came. As it was, I moaned rather loudly, and wondered if anyone might have heard. After flushing the toilet, I fastened the leotard at my crotch, sliding my fingers up and down over the damp fabric, ensuring that my labia was plainly outlined. While running some water in the sink, I smiled at myself in the mirror and then, without washing my hands, opened the door and returned to the class.

I’m not sure what I was hoping would happen next. Nothing very unusual took place. Well, I did receive quite a few more admiring glances from my students, especially as I was leading them through a series of poses with our legs spread wide. They could easily see how wet I was. There was no way I could possibly conceal it — not that I wanted to — and I really enjoyed having these young girls stare at my pussy. It felt so dirty and exciting. I loved it!

Later, though, once I’d arrived home and was changing my clothes, I began having second thoughts about what I’d done that day. Yes, it certainly had turned me on, hugely, but somehow it didn’t seem quite right.

I sat down on my bed, closed my eyes, and tried to imagine what Gina might say. Soon I realized the problem: I was confusing separate activities, not maintaining mindfulness. Sex was a good thing, it was wonderful, and if I chose to incorporate a few yoga techniques while teaching Cherise and Addison about making love, that was just fine. It was not an issue.

However, in my role as a yoga instructor, during the formal classes I led, that’s what I needed to think about and focus on — teaching yoga, nothing else. If I was going to teach mindfulness, I had to practice mindfulness.

All right, inhale, slowly exhale… know that you are breathing… inhale, exhale, smile, relax. I felt much better.

I got up from the bed, finished changing my clothes and chuckled as I thought to myself, next week, Britt, it’s gym shorts again. 

 

Saturday morning dawned. I woke up around 9:30, lying on my back, already feeling aroused about all the things I knew I’d be doing that afternoon with Kay and Danielle and with their daughters. What a lucky girl I was! I slid my hands over my body, caressing myself as I envisioned the sultry scene.

Should I masturbate? I wanted to. I often made myself come first thing in the morning. It was a perfect way to start the day.

But this time I decided not to do that. I chose to wait, storing up all my sexual energy. After having a late breakfast, I did a few chores, watched some TV, then packed a bag and reminded my mom that I’d been invited to spend the night at Kay’s house. She was still cool with that.

Before leaving, I took a long shower, making sure I was clean all over, washing and drying my hair. Then I put on panties and a short skirt, along with a cute pair of flat shoes and a soft, fuzzy sweater but no bra. I checked my makeup, added one more spray of perfume, then slipped into a warm jacket and headed out the door.

It was cold that day. My nipples instantly got hard as I walked outside to my car. I smiled, knowing I’d have plenty of other reasons for stiff nipples over the next several hours.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 4

  • Posted on November 27, 2017 at 9:32 am

By Naughty Mommy

When I finally came back to life after my most recent la petite mort, I was surprised to hear applause. I knew that both women, Kay and Danielle, had reached orgasm only a minute or so before I did and that Addison had also climaxed around the same time. But now all three of them were clapping for me — or perhaps their ovation was for Cherise, the ten-year-old beauty who had licked and fucked me so satisfyingly — at any rate, they were applauding, and the gorgeous child was beaming up at me from between my legs, her mouth and chin shiny with my juices.

“Thanks,” I grinned, while nodding to Cherise. I’d been lying back on a pillow when I came, but now I pushed myself up to a sitting position. After clearing my throat, I asked, “So, um… what’s next?”

“Well,” said Kay, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting awfully hungry. Is anyone else ready for supper?”

“I am!” Addison exclaimed, jumping to her feet on the bed, her naked little body bouncing with excitement.

I couldn’t help but stare at her puffy slit. God, she turned me on, as did Cherise. Even though I’d just completed a tremendous orgasm, I could already feel that wonderful tingle starting up again. Personally, I was craving more sex with these enticing young girls — but if everyone else was ready to stop for dinner, I suppose I’d just have to follow along.

Kay said, “Come on, let’s go downstairs,” as she started for the door.

“Do we have to put clothes on first?” Addison asked.

“Noooo,” Kay scoffed jokingly, “with such a sexy bunch of girls and women, who needs clothes?”

Then Cherise observed, “But um, my mom still has clothes on.”

“Oops, you’re right, I guess I do,” said Danielle with a sheepish smile. She was on the bed next to me, sitting cross-legged, wearing a top and a bra and a short skirt, but no panties and no shoes.

Kay winked at the woman, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

“Well, okay,” Danielle sighed. She got up from the bed and unzipped her skirt, folding it and setting it over a chair. Then she reached behind her neck to unbutton her sleeveless silk top, lifting it over her head and off.

Rolling her eyes, Kay said to me, “Believe it or not, this ex-model here is actually shy about her body. Can you imagine that?”

“I know,” said Danielle, “it’s kind of silly, but, it’s just… well, I don’t like my boobs very much. Not compared to yours.”

As she said this, she unhooked her bra and slowly let it fall away. Her breasts were quite small, smaller than mine even, and they did sort of sag. I could understand why she might not think they were as appealing as Kay’s. But still, Danielle was a beautiful woman, tall and slender, with a trim waist and sensational legs, and not everyone can have awesome tits. Plus her nipples were really nice, long and dark, sticking out from her chest.

Impulsively, I said to her, “I like your boobs. They’re hot.”

She smiled at me, “Do you?”

“Yeah, Mommy, you look great,” added Cherise. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, darling,” her mother replied.

“Come on, I’m hungry,” said Addison, as she hopped off the bed. “Let’s go eat!”

 

Kay decided to whip up a big batch of french toast. That would be quick and easy and filling, she explained, and anyway, who doesn’t love french toast? Especially when it’s sprinkled with nutmeg, covered with butter, and drenched in maple syrup? So yummy!!

Okay, I’ll admit that after she started cooking and I inhaled those mouthwatering aromas, I realized how hungry I was. I enjoyed the meal very much — and I also enjoyed the sight of Kay prancing around the kitchen in nothing except a frilly apron tied around her waist. It’s funny how in a way that made her seem even sexier to me than the rest of us, who were completely nude. I don’t know, I just really liked how she looked. Sometimes a woman can turn me on almost as much as a girl.

After she’d finished making the last panful, Kay took off her apron and sat down to eat with us. Two women, a teenager, and a pair of young girls, everyone naked, sitting around the table having dinner. Just your average Saturday night in the suburbs, right?

When we were done, I offered to help with the dishes, but Kay predictably refused to accept this. She simply stacked everything in the sink and told us she’d deal with it tomorrow.

“Right now,” she said with a leer, “there are a few more things I think I’d like to see tonight, upstairs in the bedroom. That is, if the rest of you are still in the mood for more fun and games…?”

Everyone was, no question about that. I didn’t see the slightest bit of hesitation from the kids or from Danielle. All three nodded eagerly, and I certainly wasn’t about to say no. I was horny!

So, our little group of women and girls marched back up to Addison’s room. Once we’d arrived, Kay turned to me. “Britt, you’re the instructor. I have my own ideas about what I want to see now, but it’s really your call. What do you think we should do next?”

I’d given this some thought as we were eating, and already had a plan in mind. “Well,” I began, “if you want to do this the best way, the proper way, you know, actually teaching—”

“Yes, we do,” Danielle interrupted. “I want my little girl to learn everything, and to learn it the best way she can. I trust you, Britt, to teach her, and to teach Addison too, of course.”

“That’s right,” said Kay, agreeing. “It’s totally up to you. We’re in your hands. Or maybe I should say our daughters are in your hands.”

The women laughed at this play on words and the kids joined in too, though I’m not entirely sure they got it.

Then I continued, “Um, before, Addison said something about showing Cherise how to masturbate. That’s good, I definitely think they should do that later tonight in bed. The more practice, the better. And I also think we should spend some time right now helping Cherise learn about her body, how to touch and caress herself, give herself pleasure. That’s how… well, uh, I mean, when I was younger, someone helped me like that. She taught me that it’s really important for a girl or woman to know how to please herself first, because then she’ll be even better at pleasing others.”

I surprised myself somewhat, giving them this long speech, but I truly meant what I said. It’s what I believed — and what Gina believed too, of course. Luckily, Kay and Danielle seemed fine with this, happy to accept my suggestion. Kay even winked at me when I said that thing about someone helping me when I was young. Could she have thought I meant my mom? I don’t know, it was sort of confusing, but I didn’t have much time to think about it then. Everyone was eager to get going again.

First we set everything up by having Cherise sit on the edge of the bed and then moving the two chairs in even closer so she would have a really good view of the women as they played with themselves. They both took their seats, and Addison and I sat on the bed on either side of Cherise, facing her.

“Before we do any touching,” I said, “we should start with just breathing, okay? Let’s all close our eyes. Very good. Now relax your body. Relax all your muscles. Breathe in… breathe out… slowly, quietly… find a place of stillness… and in that place, be inside yourself, within your body, knowing every part of it… know your fingers, your arms, your neck, your face, your chest, your nipples… know your toes, your feet, your lower legs, your knees, your thighs… and know that very special place between your legs, your sex… with eyes still closed, see yourself, how beautiful you are… see your mound, your lips, and now go inside, see the moist, heated center, the part that makes you a girl, a woman… be there, be inside, sense the warmth, the wetness… enjoy the comforting, welcoming feel of your pussy, your sex… this is you, love yourself, love your pussy, without even touching… feel deeply within yourself, in your hot, wet center, feel how alive you are, how sexy you are…”

I heard a sensual moan, from Kay. That didn’t surprise me. The exercise I’d taken them through was designed to create both awareness and arousal.

“You can open your eyes now. But still, no touching. Just look around, look slowly around at each of the others. Look at their bodies, at how beautiful they are. Observe each of them closely, quietly, carefully. See everything. And look especially between their legs, at their sex. Everyone open up wide, so we can all see. That’s good. Very nice. See how lovely, how feminine and desirable we all are? Little girls and grown women, all so beautiful, and all so very sexy.”

Both Kay and Danielle were licking their lips and breathing heavily. Our erotic meditation had definitely turned them on, as it was intended to do. Cherise, Addison, and I easily could see how wet the women were, and we could smell it too.

My pussy was soaked as well, and I was sure I saw a gleam of moisture inside Addison’s hairless slit. From my position, I couldn’t quite see between Cherise’s legs, not without bending over. I wanted to do that, but this wasn’t the right time.

“Now, very softly, very gently, place your hands on the insides of your legs, close to your knees. Good, that’s right. And using just the tips of your fingers, barely touching your skin, draw your hands slowly up toward your center. Very slowly, very softly.”

There was a giggle from Addison, which I ignored. I knew it wasn’t easy for a young child, only nine years old, to maintain concentration and stillness for such a long time, not to mention the fact that what she was doing might tickle a bit.

“Don’t touch your pussy yet,” I instructed. “Turn your hands over, and with your fingernails, slide back down the inside of your legs, slowly, until you almost reach your knees. And now, again, with just your fingertips, glide along softly, slowly, barely touching, coming higher, coming closer, approaching your center, your warm, wet center…”

“Unghhh,” Danielle groaned.

I looked at the woman. Her eyes were closed, her body shivering with sexual tension. With her legs spread wide, knees lifted over the arms of her chair, I could actually see both her vagina and her anus pulsating. Was this an orgasm, or just a pre-climax? Either way, Danielle was experiencing a great deal of pleasure at the moment. I was happy for her.

Cherise was staring at her mother, at her exposed sex. The girl was breathing heavily too, almost panting. It was time for the next step.

“Put your fingers on your lips, your pussy lips. Not inside, but on your lips. Gently massage, up and down, again, massage, up and down. That’s right, good. Now press your lips together, between your hands. Uh-huh. Press and squeeze. Scissor your hands just a little bit, up and down, that’s good.”

“AAAHH!!” Danielle definitely was coming now, without question, as she squeezed her vulva between her fingers. And that was fine with me. That was why we were there, after all.

“Fuck, fuck! I can’t—” Kay reached climax too, crying out, clamping both hands over her sodden pussy.

I heard a squeal from Addison. She was soaring over the top as well, fingers moving in a blur on her clit.

“Squeeze harder,” I said to Cherise. “Rub your hands up and down, faster, faster, faster.”

She heard me, and she responded, doing what I said, but she didn’t look at me. The child’s eyes were fastened on her mother’s cunt.

Danielle had two fingers hooked inside her vagina, holding it wide open. She was still coming, groaning heavily, her body jerking spasmodically. I saw milky gobs of moisture flowing from her sex, dripping down between her legs, over her ass, onto the chair.

Cherise could see this too, of course. I looked at the girl. Her jaw was clenched, her pretty face turning bright red. She trembled and moaned, and as a flush spread down across her chest, suddenly she gasped, almost choking, “OH! OH! OHHH!!!”

The child fell to the side, leaning against me, so overcome by her orgasm that she was unable to support herself. I wrapped an arm around her, holding her, and vigorously rubbed myself with my other hand while looking at the other three, at Addison, Kay, and Danielle — and then I came.

 

This wasn’t the end of our fun on that wonderful Saturday evening, not even close, although we all did need a bit of time to recover after our climactic session of meditating and masturbating.

The women were in their chairs, heads lolled back, eyes shut, quietly resting. Addison lay on the bed, on her side, both hands between her legs. Her eyes were closed too. I sat with Cherise in my arms, softly petting and soothing her.

The girl was nearly in tears, very happy yet full of feelings and emotions that were hard to handle. Although this wasn’t her first orgasm — that had come earlier, before dinner, when I was licking her pussy — the long, slow buildup I’d led them through, coupled with the intense excitement of seeing her mom come that way, so salaciously exposed, had made this experience exceptionally powerful for the ten-year-old.

Gradually Cherise settled down, regaining control of herself, getting centered, and soon was able to smile, hugging me. A minute later, Addison sat up, yawning and stretching. “Wow,” she giggled, “I think I fell asleep.”

I saw Danielle straighten up in her chair, and as she did, she looked down between her legs, grimacing, seemingly embarrassed about the gooey mess she’d made. But no one said anything to her about it.

Kay stretched languorously, just like Addison, and then with a big smile said, “So, Britt, I don’t know if it’s my place, but is it okay if I ask you to do something else now?”

“Sure,” I nodded, “anything.” And I meant it too. I would gladly do whatever these women desired.

What Kay wanted, she explained, was to see me licking Addison’s pussy once more, except this time she was hoping for a better view. She asked her daughter to perch on the edge of the bed, facing them, with her legs spread, and for me to kneel on the floor. That way both women could enjoy a close-up look at all that was happening.

How could I refuse? Why would I want to? I didn’t, naturally. I got in position and began to lick the little girl. Kay and Danielle leaned over my shoulders, one on either side, staring at the child’s wet pussy. I held it open for them, letting them see absolutely everything, hearing oohs and ahhs, exclamations of delight from the women.

“Put your finger inside,” said Kay. “I want to see you fuck her.”

And so I did. I slid my finger slowly inside Addison, hearing her groan in pleasure while I heard her mother gasp with incestuous lust. My finger went in very easily. She was just so wet, so eager to receive me… up to the first knuckle, then the second… with the girl spreading her legs still wider, welcoming the penetration.

“Rub your clit,” I said to her. “Show your mom how you make yourself feel good.”

“Okay.”

We watched as Addison placed the first two fingers of her right hand at the top of her slit, pinching her tiny pink bud between them. Then, very quickly, she began moving the ends of her fingers up and down, almost like tickling. This was a technique I’d never seen before, but if it works, then go for it!

“Fuck her pussy,” urged Kay, “fuck her little pussy! Make her come!”

I drew my finger out a bit, then slid it back in, repeating this again and again. With each thrust, we all could see — me, Danielle, Cherise, who was watching closely, and Kay, Addison’s mother — all of us could see my finger gleaming with slippery juices. I was fucking her, this nine-year-old child, and she was loving it.

“Mm – mm – mm – mm – mm,” Addison moaned, becoming louder each time, going higher in pitch. It seemed she was right on the edge, almost there.

I heard a wet slapping sound, unmistakable, and a quick glance confirmed what I knew I’d find. Next to me, Kay was fucking herself, two fingers ramming in and out of her cunt. In a throaty voice, choked with lust, she growled, “Come for Mommy, baby girl, come for Mommy, baby girl! I wanna see you come!!”

She didn’t have long to wait. Addison’s moans soon escalated almost to a scream. Her mouth fell open, her eyes rolled back, fingers moving faster and faster on her clit — and then I felt her vagina squeeze down around my finger as the child cried out, climaxing in front of us.

Kay burst into orgasm too, grunting and cursing. It was only the two of them this time. Danielle and Cherise were just watching, not masturbating, and I was busy helping Addison reach her peak.

I kept my finger inside the girl, relishing the feel of her young pussy tightly contracting and then releasing as she climaxed, a sensation I will always remember and forever cherish.

“Fuck, that’s so hot…” Danielle whispered. She was leaning in very close to me, one hand on my back, the other on my arm, staring at Addison’s smooth pink sex, shiny and wet with her juices.

“Yeah, it is, it really is,” I agreed. “So fucking hot.”

As the woman and the girl, mother and daughter, gradually came down from their ecstatic highs, I glanced up at Cherise, who was kneeling on the bed. Her beautiful brown eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she had a hand between her legs, gently rubbing her little pussy.

When her gaze met mine, Cherise smiled, her whole face lighting up, and said something I’ll never forget.

“Can you do me like that too? Um, inside, I mean?”

She wanted me to fuck her. Oh my god, what had I done to deserve all this good fortune?

I was more than happy to do that with her, of course. And Cherise seemed extremely eager. She practically shoved Addison out of the way as soon as the younger girl began to recover, then sat in front of me on the edge of the bed, gorgeous long legs spread wide.

Before I began, though, I asked her, “Are you, um, I mean, are you still a virgin?”

Cherise looked puzzled. “Well, yeah, of course,” she said, cocking her head. Apparently she thought I was asking if she’d ever had sex with a boy.

“But, what I mean is, have you ever penetrated yourself? You know, like, put your finger or something else inside?”

She shook her head. “No.”

I turned to Danielle, my eyebrows raised. Did she want me to break her daughter’s hymen, assuming it was still there? I didn’t have to say these words, she knew what I was asking.

“It’s okay,” the woman nodded. “Just do whatever feels right to you, Britt. I trust you.”

Wow.

Once again I found myself utterly astonished at the surreal, dreamlike strangeness of what we were doing. If this hadn’t happened to me, I never would have believed it. But it was true. I was actually there with these two women who were encouraging me to have sex with their young daughters, to fuck them while they watched.

As if to confirm the reality, Cherise grabbed her knees and rocked back on the bed, opening herself as wide as she could. “I’m ready,” she told us.

Now we all had a perfect view of her exposed genitals. We could easily see that the girl was indeed a virgin. Her pink pussy was very wet, shiny and gooey, and inside her vagina we saw her hymen.

“Okay,” I nodded, feeling lightheaded, dizzy with lust. I took a deep breath and said, “So, um, I’m going to start first by just licking you a little bit.”

And that’s what I did. I licked Cherise’s beautiful young vulva, from her asshole up to her mound, tasting her yummy juices. I licked her everywhere, on the insides of her thighs, on her smooth labia, in her sparse pubic hair, in swirling circles around her clit, then down again to her center, licking the rim of her vagina, going all around the edges, hearing her moan, the girl’s breath coming faster.

I decided at last to penetrate her not with my finger, but with my knuckle. Using the middle finger of my right hand, I pushed my extended knuckle inside her vagina, pressing against her hymen but not quite breaking it. This is what Gina had done with me during the first year or so that we were together, until she popped my cherry when I was twelve.

Cherise was trembling, gasping as I toyed with her. I put my whole mouth over her sweet clit, licking and sucking, while also slowly twisting my hand, stretching the child’s opening. After maybe half a minute of this, Cherise reached climax, crying out. And when she came, Danielle and Kay did too, both women masturbating as they watched me eat and fuck this little girl.

 

It had been a while now since I’d enjoyed an orgasm of my own, back during our meditation exercise. After that, I’d played with Addison and Cherise, licking and fingering them, bringing the kids while their moms got themselves off. But now I wanted my turn. I badly needed to come.

I tried my best to be patient, waiting as Cherise settled down and as Kay and Danielle finished their groaning and shuddering. I looked up at Addison, who was kneeling next to Cherise. She grinned at me. Both hands were between her spread thighs, not moving much, just tenderly holding her sex. I slid a hand down between my own legs, caressing moist lips. I knew I could make myself come that way, rather quickly, but that was not what I wanted.

Instead I waited, biding my time. And as soon as it appeared that everyone was starting to gather themselves again, getting ready for more, I stood up and announced, “Okay, another lesson now. More pussy licking.”

“Yay!” Addison exclaimed, clapping her hands, bouncing on the bed. I heard warm laughter and murmurs of approval from the women. Cherise nodded at me, smiling somewhat weakly as she pushed herself up.

I helped the child get to her feet, then kneel on the floor, taking my place as I sat on the bed right where she’d been. I instructed Addison to join Cherise between my legs. And then, as their mothers watched closely and began to masturbate yet again, the two young girls licked my cunt.

It took almost no time for me to come. I was already on the edge just from thinking about what we were doing. And although I’d said this would be a ‘lesson’, it really wasn’t that. I simply spread my pussy open with my fingers and asked the girls to dive in. They did so happily, sucking and licking and kissing, fucking me with their fingers, giggling too while occasionally kissing one another, tasting my juices on each other’s lips.

Kay and Danielle both stood, rubbing themselves as they leaned in close to see everything. They urged their daughters on, talking dirty to them, and soon I felt the surge of an impending climax swelling up from my center. For a moment I wondered if I should try to wait, draw things out a little bit — but I just couldn’t. I was too turned on.

“Fuck!” I screamed, suddenly vaulting into orgasm. I grabbed the girls’ heads, pulling their mouths tightly against me as I came.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 3

  • Posted on November 20, 2017 at 9:55 am

By Naughty Mommy

Could anything be better than this? My god, I’d just had sex with two little girls, a nine-year-old and a ten-year-old, licking their pussies, making them both come. It was an erotic fantasy come true.

We’d taken a short break, time for us all to recover. Kay and Danielle were sitting on the bed with us now, holding their daughters, petting them and talking quietly. I was lying on my stomach, hands between my legs, fingers wet. Once Cherise reached orgasm, I simply couldn’t stand it any more and had to touch myself. After a few quick strokes of my clit, I came in an earth-shattering climax. That was a huge one, almost knocked me out. I definitely needed a rest.

I took one more deep breath, then sat up.

Kay grinned at me. “Are you ready for more?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, offering a smile while still feeling a bit faint.

“Me too!” said Addison, bouncing on her mother’s lap.

“Okay, good.” Kay, now completely nude, was beaming with excitement. She kissed Addison’s cheek, then said to me, “What I’d really like to see next is, well, Britt, will you teach my little one here how to, you know, how to lick you and make you come?”

Oh my god!!! That sure woke me up. Would I be willing to let a little girl lick my pussy with her mother watching? Of course I would! Who wouldn’t?

I was suddenly so filled with lust and desire, though, that I found it hard to speak. I swallowed, then croaked, “Y-yeah, I can do that.”

“Sweetie,” said Kay to her daughter, “would you like to try that with Britt?”

The child quickly nodded, “Uh-huh!” She seemed eager to learn.

“Mmm, nice,” sighed Danielle.

The tall brunette was on her knees beside me, with one arm around Cherise. Her legs were spread, her skirt pulled up, and she was rubbing her pussy through her white panties. Danielle was the only person in the room who still had her clothes on. I wondered how long that would last — and I also noticed Cherise looking down, paying close attention as her mom played with herself.

Kay got to her feet, letting Addison slide from her lap onto the bed. “So, you two go ahead, and we’ll watch, all right?”

It was plain that the woman was planning not only to watch, but do more too. Already she had a hand between her legs, teasing her clit, while the other hand fondled her breasts and nipples. She certainly wasn’t bashful about showing her arousal.

I smiled at Kay, then turned to Addison. “Okay, maybe, uh… first, let’s you and me trade positions.”

She was near the top of the bed, and I was at the foot. We shifted around so I could lean against some pillows while instructing the child in the art of cunnilingus. I opened my legs as Addison moved into position.

Then I got an inspiration. “Um, I think, Cherise, you should watch and learn too. Get down here next to Addison, okay?”

“Okay,” Cherise nodded, and soon I had both little girls lying on their tummies between my outstretched thighs, gazing at my exposed pussy.

“God, yeah,” said Danielle, as she reached beneath her skirt to quickly pull her panties down, sliding them along her shapely legs and off.

She knelt close to us, still wearing her sleeveless top, along with a bra and her short skirt, but with knees wide apart, both hands massaging her sex. I saw that she appeared to be completely bare, shaved smooth. Kay, by contrast, had a triangle of dark pubic hair, though cropped short and carefully trimmed. I hadn’t seen Danielle’s breasts yet, but it was obvious that hers were smaller than Kay’s, perhaps as small as mine. I was barely a B-cup then.

Anyway — come on, Britt, concentrate! I shook my head to clear it, turning my attention away from comparing the bodies of these two lovely women, shifting my focus to the little ones in front of me. That was my responsibility now, teaching the girls how to lick a pussy, my pussy, and bring me to orgasm.

Both were looking up at me, avid, expectant. Such beautiful young faces, full of joy and ready to learn.

“Okay, so, the first thing is just to look,” I said to them. “Take your time, and really observe, see everything, take it all in.”

As I spoke, I slowly drew my knees up a bit more, opening my legs even wider. With the fingers of both hands, I tugged on the edges of my labia, gently parting the moist lips.

“Look closely now, and be in the moment. Breathe… know you are there… know this is me and this is you and we are one…”

This was from Gina. I was repeating her words, almost exactly, instructing these girls the same way she’d done with me when I was only eleven, a skinny little kid learning about lesbian love. Now, five years later, I was the teacher.

“Breathe… inhale… slowly exhale… close your eyes, inhale again and taste the smell… know it, learn it, make it part of you…”

While the girls had their eyes shut, I glanced at their mothers. The women seemed to be following my instructions too. Their eyes were closed and they were breathing calmly, though both were still masturbating, rubbing their pussies. That was fine with me, of course. I wanted them to come. The more orgasms the better.

I spoke again, softly, hypnotically. “You can open your eyes. Breathe deeply, in… out… lick your lips, and swallow. Can you taste the smell? Does it make you want more?”

The girls nodded in unison.

“Addison, bring your face very close to me, almost touching, but not quite. Cherise, you watch and learn. Pretty soon you’ll be doing this too.”

It wasn’t easy to keep myself under control at this point, staying focused on the task. I was extremely aroused, my clit throbbing, erect, eager for attention. I wanted to rub myself — and even more, I wanted to grab Addison and pull her mouth to my cunt, humping her until I came.

But no, I couldn’t do that, not yet. First I needed to teach them. I had a job to do.

“Now, Addison, blow on my pussy. Warm, soft breath. Very gently, that’s right…  mmm, it feels nice. Do it again. Good, so good… can you see how my pussy is beginning to open a little more, all by itself? Do you see that?”

Addison nodded, “Uh-huh.”

It was true. I’d witnessed this with Gina many times as she was teaching me. When a woman, or a girl, wants sex, her labia will slowly swell and spread open, her vagina too. This takes patience to observe, but the reward is a beautiful, delicious, incredibly erotic sight.

I’d taken my hands away from my crotch. They were resting on my thighs. As I tried to steady my own breathing, I felt a drop of lubrication ooze from my opening, sliding down. I was so fucking turned on.

“Can you see how wet I am?” I said to Addison, my voice shaky.

“Yeah…”

“That’s because I want you so much. I want you to lick me. Usually, if I wasn’t teaching you, we might be going faster. But right now we’re taking it slow. It’s okay both ways, but at the beginning, your first time, it’s good to slow things down a little, all right?”

“Mm, well, I’ll try,” Kay chuckled.

This was the first time in several minutes that either of the women had spoken. All eyes turned to her. Kay had three fingers of her right hand buried deep inside her vagina. As we watched, she drew them out, then held them up, showing us. Strands of gooey moisture made a web between her fingers.

“Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt,” said Kay, “but, I mean, I’m just so so close.”

“I know,” I told her. “And it’s fine. You can come whenever you want. You don’t need to hold back. Just let yourself go.”

“Really?” she leered.

“Uh-huh, it’s fine. No problem.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

Kay brought her right hand to her pussy, juicy fingers stroking her clit. At the same time, she shoved two fingers of her other hand up inside her cunt. “Fuck, I’m almost there — so close, I can’t, I can’t — Unh! Unh! UNHH!!”

She was coming, a woman in heat, masturbating to orgasm in plain view of another woman, of a teenage girl, and of two younger girls, one of them her own daughter. None of this mattered to Kay. If anything, in fact, it probably made her climax even stronger, more intense, knowing she had an audience and that she was breaking taboos.

We waited, watching, appreciating the spectacle. Seeing a woman or a girl at the peak of sexual ecstasy is spellbinding, breathtaking, an irreplaceable experience — something else Gina taught me. I wanted Addison and Cherise to take this all in, not miss a thing, and, of course, I wanted to savor it myself.

Finally Kay was nearly finished. She groaned, shuddered a couple of times, and then with a heavy sigh, slowly opened her eyes and smiled at us as she sat down on the bed beside me, her bottom warm against my thigh. She nodded to me as she licked her fingers, saying without words that she wanted the lesson to continue.

“Addison,” I said, “do you think you can find my clit?”

She frowned. “Your… clit?”

“Uh-huh. Do you know what that is?”

“No.”

“Well, when you masturbate, it’s the special place that — uhh, why don’t you sit up for just a sec, hon. Let me see your pussy, okay? Use your fingers and open yourself up, nice and wide. That’s right. Can you show me where you touch yourself when you masturbate? Where it feels best?”

“Well, I mean, mostly kind of like, right here?” said the girl.

“Uh-huh, exactly,” I nodded. “That’s your clitoris, or clit for short. It’s a little bud with lots of nerve endings, where all the really good sexual feelings are concentrated. For most girls, when they masturbate, that’s where the magic happens.”

“You wanna see mine?” said Danielle, suddenly.

With two fingers of one hand, the woman was spreading her labia while arching her pelvis toward us. Her fat clit protruded, pink and shiny.

“Nice,” I smiled.

I noticed that Cherise was staring, wide-eyed, at her mother’s exposed sex. The child had looked closely at Addison too, but seemed even more captivated by her mom’s blatant exhibitionism. The girl’s mouth hung open. She certainly was learning a lot.

“Goddamn, you make me wanna come again.” That was Kay. She had one hand on a breast, squeezing the nipple, while the other hand worked between her legs.

“That’s fine,” I said. “You can come whenever you feel like it, as often as you want. You too, Danielle.”

It seemed sort of funny that I was in charge of the situation, a sixteen-year-old giving direction to a pair of grown women. But they both appeared completely happy with that. So, I turned my attention back to their daughters.

“All right, now lie down again,” I said to Addison, “and move in real close, like you were before. That’s good, perfect. Okay, so… you know where your own clit is, and you’ve seen, um, Danielle’s. Now I want you to find mine. Using your fingers, pull my lips back and find my clit. Can you do that?”

“Mm, okay,” Addison nodded, a look of concentration on her face.

Although I was doing my best to stay composed, maintaining the calm demeanor of an instructor, when I felt the child’s fingers touch my vulva, I couldn’t help but give a start. She looked up at me, her eyebrows raised. Had she done something wrong?

“It’s all right,” I assured her, “no problem. It’s just, it feels good, that’s all. Keep going.”

She spread my labia and peered inside. “Is that it?” she asked.

It certainly was. My clit was as big as I’d ever seen it, sticking up like a pencil eraser.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “that’s my clit, pretty girl.”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. How difficult it was to be a good teacher under these circumstances, to remain on track with the lessons to be taught. It made me admire Gina even more, marveling at how she’d imparted so much knowledge to me while at the same time dealing with all that sexual tension. It wasn’t easy!

One more long slow breath. In, out. Concentrate. Focus. I tried to remember Gina’s words, and to use them myself.

“Put your tongue, the very tip of your tongue, right on the end of my clit. Uh-huh, right there.”

When she did, I groaned loudly, helpless to stop myself. My entire body was trembling with arousal, all my nerves on edge. I felt hot, feverish, as though my skin might actually be aglow with sexual heat.

“Uh, okay, g-good,” I managed to say. “Now, just… flick your tongue over the end a couple times. Yeah, uh-huh, GOD yeah.” I gritted my teeth, straining to stay in control. “And, um, now, kind of flatten your tongue and lay it over my clit, that’s right, and rub slowly up and down.”

Addison’s eyes were looking into mine. A coy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Did she know what she doing, how good she was making me feel? Well, perhaps she did, since I had done the same things with her only a few minutes earlier. But she certainly was a quick learner, an excellent student.

“Keep doing that with your tongue,” I said to her. “And, uh, you can sort of swirl it around too, if you want, in little circles. That’s right, oh my god, yes, good, perfect.”

“Ooofff!” Kay grunted next to us, climaxing again as she watched her daughter lick me. This was at least her fourth orgasm that afternoon during the special lesson I was teaching the girls. It made me happy that the woman was enjoying herself so much.

“Now, um, at the same time,” I told Addison, “don’t stop with your tongue, but… can you take your finger and put it inside me? Inside my pussy?”

“Okay.”

She did stop with her tongue, but not for long, fortunately. Only long enough to answer me and to glance down, locating my vagina. Then she put her tongue over my clit again as I felt her small finger slipping inside me.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, “you’re gonna make me come. I don’t wanna — I don’t wanna stop now — keep doing it, lick my clit, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy — AAHHH!!”

 

Addison was just the second person who had ever brought me to climax, Gina being the first. It was really quite amazing that my first sexual partner was a woman in her forties and my second was a child, a nine-year-old little girl. Life can be full of surprises.

Of course, it wouldn’t be long after that until I acquired a third partner, only a few more minutes. As soon as I was halfway calmed down and had opened my eyes again, Danielle said, “Now it’s Cherise’s turn, okay?”

“Sure, okay,” I smiled, letting out a contented sigh. Then I looked at the girl. “Do you want to, honey?”

Cherise nodded eagerly. She was so beautiful. Addison was certainly cute, adorable, but not as pretty as Cherise. This kid could have been a model. She had everything, a slender frame, perfect features, flawless skin. I later found out that Cherise’s mother, Danielle, had in fact been a successful model for several years when she was a teenager, until she became pregnant at age twenty and then got married. The marriage lasted only a couple of years, but she had an exquisitely lovely child to show for it.

And now that beautiful girl was lying between my legs, looking up at me, waiting for instruction. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart,” said Danielle to her daughter. “You’ll like it, I know you will.”

Cherise didn’t seem the least bit frightened to me. Her eyes were bright, her face beaming in a toothy smile. As our gazes met, she actually licked her lips, giggling playfully.

I’d thought something to myself earlier, at the start of our session, about being on stage, expected to perform. Now that it was Cherise’s chance to take the spotlight, she seemed more than ready for it. If she’d been somewhat overawed by things before, that was all gone. She was obviously into this. Cherise liked sex!

Kay, in the meantime, had stood up again, next to the bed. I guess she liked the view from that angle. And she was masturbating, of course. The woman couldn’t seem to keep her fingers away from her pussy, which was certainly fine with me.

Addison was kneeling nearby, watching everything with interest and curiosity. Her hands rested on her thighs. I gave her a wink before continuing.

“Okay, so,” I said to Cherise, “you saw how Addison did it. You heard everything I told her. Do you think you know what to do?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, I think so. I remember.”

“Good, so then… what was the first thing?” I asked.

“Um, first was, just to look. Well, and to smell too. Breathe, inhale, smell and taste it. And the second thing after that was to sort of blow on it a little bit.”

“That’s right, excellent. So, can you do those things, nice and slow?”

“Okay.”

Cherise wriggled in a bit closer. She was on her tummy, resting on her elbows. I took a moment to let my eyes travel down her body, so smooth and elegant and slim, with long perfect legs and a tempting small round bottom. God, she made me wet. As I watched, she raised one leg, bending it at the knee, slowly waving her little foot in the air.

This whole time, of course, while I ogled her, Cherise was studying my pussy, taking it all in, making herself one with my sex. She breathed slowly and quietly, but deeply. Then I saw her close her eyes, inhale very deliberately, lick her lips and swallow. By now, after two orgasms, one when I’d masturbated and the other with Addison eating me, my pussy was drenched, sodden with moisture. There was plenty for the girl to smell, and soon to taste with her tongue.

After a minute or so of mindful inhalation and exhalation, Cherise opened her eyes. She glanced up at me, making sure I had no additional instructions for her. I smiled and nodded at the pretty child. She was doing everything right, an ‘A’ student.

She leaned in closer, her nose nearly brushing my pubic hair. I saw her swallow again. Her hands came up, and with surprising tenderness, the girl carefully drew back my inner labia, revealing my clit.

“Very good,” I said to her, my voice thick with arousal. “You’re doing perfectly, perfectly.”

The beautiful brunette smiled, but said nothing. Cherise extended her tongue, touching the tip of my clit, exactly the way I’d instructed Addison. Then she flicked her tongue over my clit.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned, my nerves on fire again, pulse racing. It was hard to speak, but I did my best. “Do that… do that… a couple more times, and then… the next thing.”

She knew what the next thing was, and she did it, flattening her tongue, laying it over my clit, drawing it slowly up and down a few times, then around in circles.

Oh. My. God. Nothing feels better than this, and with a gorgeous little girl doing it, licking my pussy, well, as you can guess, I was practically out of my mind with lust. Then I remembered that there was still one more thing I was supposed to tell her.

But she didn’t need to be told. Keeping her tongue in place, continuing to lick me, Cherise managed to find my opening with her finger, and slid it inside, fucking me.

I didn’t want to come too quickly. I wanted her to have this experience just a little longer, licking and fingering, learning to give pleasure. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth. My hands were on my breasts and I squeezed them hard, nearly to the point of pain, trying to hold on as long as possible.

Then I heard Danielle’s voice beside me. “That’s right, baby girl, lick her pussy… lick her pussy, little girl…”

I turned to look at the woman. Her face was flushed, shiny with sweat. Both hands were between her spread legs, fingers massaging her clit. She seemed almost in a trance, eyes glazed as she murmured, “Eating pussy little girl eating pussy little girl eating pussy little girl eat—” and then suddenly “—eahh-AHH!!” She was coming.

Cherise’s gaze flicked for a second or two over to her mom, but her tongue never stopped licking me, her finger never ceased fucking my wet cunt.

I heard a high-pitched squeal, this from Addison, who was kneeling next to Cherise, her face in a grimace, blue eyes flashing from pussy to pussy to pussy, from mine to Danielle’s and then to her own mom’s, Kay’s. Addison had begun masturbating too, and the excitement was already too much for her. She climaxed.

When that happened, Kay came as well. She grunted and groaned, her womanly body jolted by the spasms. I watched her briefly, then turned again to Danielle. Her orgasm was almost over. She was still breathing heavily, panting, licking her lips. I saw a puddle of juices beneath her staining Addison’s Little Mermaid bedspread.

I looked back down at Cherise, a ten-year-old child licking pussy for the first time, my pussy. I was going to come in her mouth.

Nearly breathless, barely able to get the words out, I said to her, “Take your… finger… out… and put… your tongue… inside me…”

Saying these words, all by itself, was nearly enough to push me over the top. But I waited, held on as long as I could, as Cherise eased her slender finger from my vagina and replaced it with her tongue.

And then I exploded into orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 2

  • Posted on November 13, 2017 at 7:24 am

By Naughty Mommy

Kay led the way upstairs. Danielle and I followed behind, her arm linked warmly through mine. We could hear the two little girls chattering and giggling inside as we approached Addison’s bedroom door, which was ajar.

After knocking lightly, Kay pushed the door open and we entered the room. Cherise and Addison were on the rumpled bed, sitting close together, grinning at us. Their cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with anticipation. Both were in shorts and t-shirts. Addison was barefoot, while Cherise wore droopy yellow socks.

As Kay informed me that she and Danielle already had told their daughters what was going to happen, the kids giggled some more, clutching at one another. They both seemed excited, not hesitant at all. It made me wonder about those conversations that had taken place earlier. What exactly had their mothers said to the girls?

Two chairs were in the room which hadn’t been there before. They were in front of the closet, facing the bed. Kay and Danielle sat down in the chairs, close to each other, both crossing their legs. They held hands.

The next move, apparently, was up to me. I’d been given no instructions, though, and I wasn’t quite sure how to begin. I stood there for several seconds, frozen with uncertainty. Finally I said to myself, how many chances like this are you going to get? Just go for it! 

Taking a deep breath, I smiled at the girls, my eyes going from one to the other, then said in what I hoped was a seductive voice, “Okay, so, um, I’m supposed to give you guys some special lessons today. These lessons aren’t really yoga, but, well, you’ll see…”

They both giggled again loudly, almost manic, bouncing on the bed. After pausing a moment for them to settle down, I lifted my sweater over my head and off, letting it drop to the floor. Then I opened my jeans, while at the same time pushing my sneakers off with my feet. I shimmied the tight jeans down over my hips, and stepped out of them. I wore no socks.

I suddenly got a picture of all this in my mind: a slim teenage girl, standing in a bedroom, wearing only bra and panties, gazing at two children on the bed, a nine-year-old and a ten-year-old, while seated close by, looking on, are a pair of women, the girls’ mothers, expecting the teenager, me, to make love with their daughters. What a crazy situation!

It certainly was crazy, something I’d never dared to dream would ever take place. But it truly was happening. I was there, in the room with the two kids, along with their moms. I would have sex with these girls while the women watched. Or at least that was the plan, assuming nothing went wrong.

My palms were sweaty, my stomach churning with nervous excitement. What I felt then, I must admit, was not primarily arousal but anxiety. It was like I was on stage and had to deliver a command performance. Would I do well, or would I flop?

I gave myself another quick pep talk: You can do this, Britt! Enjoy it, make it fun!

So, I clapped my hands and said, “Okay, who’s first? Who wants to start?”

Addison instantly responded, “I do! I do! Me first!”

Cherise nodded at her friend, then scooted back to lean on a couple of pillows against the wall, content to watch for now. I saw that she was smiling but looked a bit mystified, as if she had no idea what was going to happen next.

That makes two of us, I thought. But I did my best not to show any fear or reveal my doubts. I wanted to be brave and confident.

For a few seconds I closed my eyes, summoning my memories of Gina, my yoga instructor and first lover. I saw her beautiful face, smiling at me, heard her strong voice, encouraging me. I tried to recall the things Gina had taught me, how to focus my thoughts and generate strength, but more than that, how to practice mindfulness, how to be where you are.

Willing myself to be calm, to stay centered, I took a long, deep breath, then opened my eyes again, turning to Kay.

“I have your permission?” I asked the woman, my eyebrows raised.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she nodded firmly.

“And yours?” I asked Danielle.

She grinned, “Uh-huh, absolutely.”

I took a step forward, nearing the bed, and held out my hand. Addison took it. Her fingers were moist, like mine, but warm. “Do you know what we’re going to do?” I said, gently squeezing her hand.

“Um, I think so. Sort of.”

While looking into the child’s pretty blue eyes, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, then slowly lowered the cups, exposing my breasts. She giggled, staring at my nipples, her gaze flitting back and forth between them.

I tossed the bra aside. “Do you want to touch my boobs?” I asked her.

Addison swallowed. “Yeah, um, okay.”

Getting up on her knees, she extended both hands, tentatively, fingertips barely grazing my nipples. Although they were stiff already, this touch from the little girl — and the knowledge of what I was doing — made my nipples even harder. My clit tingled, my pussy getting wet. The anxiety I’d felt before was almost gone now, replaced by desire, by lesbian lust.

“I want to make love with you,” I said to Addison in a husky whisper.

I heard a sigh, almost a moan.

Glancing in that direction, I saw Kay, Addison’s mother, hurriedly opening the buttons on her shirt. I’d noticed earlier when I arrived that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Now, as I watched and as Addison watched, Kay pulled the sides of her shirt away, revealing full round breasts with pink nipples. She covered her boobs with both hands, massaging them and pushing them together, pinching the nipples. Her face was flushed. She groaned in pleasure, then licked her lips and looked at me. “Go on,” she nodded.

I smiled at Kay, and at Danielle as well. The other woman hadn’t made any move yet to take off her clothes, but she was squirming in her chair, rather obviously squeezing her crossed legs together, stimulating her pussy. Her eyes were hooded and she was breathing hard. There was no question that she was highly aroused.

What a privilege this was! Not only was I being encouraged to have sex with a couple of very hot little girls, I actually had the opportunity at the same time to fulfill the erotic fantasies of these two gorgeous women. Everyone would get what they wanted.

I turned my attention back to Addison. “Let me take off your shirt, okay?”

“Okay.”

Reaching down, I grasped the hem and lifted it up. The child raised her arms over her head and the shirt came off. Her chest was completely flat, nipples still just small pink discs. Addison’s straight reddish-brown hair was short, in a pageboy cut with flirty bangs. Her eyes were large and round, light blue in color, filled with wonder, curiosity, and intelligence. I was captivated by them, had been since the very first time I met her.

“Mmm, you’re so pretty,” I told her.

She simply giggled, making no attempt to cover her chest. Modesty was not part of Addison’s makeup.

I stepped closer, my knees bumping the mattress, and took the girl in my arms, bringing my lips to hers. When we’d kissed a week earlier, it had been Addison taking the lead, but now I was the aggressive one, shoving my tongue into the child’s mouth. I held her tight, my breasts pressing against the bare skin of her chest.

After only a slight hesitation, she responded, kissing me eagerly, if a bit sloppily. I got the sense, although I didn’t know for sure yet, that she might have done some ‘practice kissing’ in the past, presumably with Cherise or with some of her other little friends.

Addison and I kissed that way for thirty or forty seconds, maybe a minute or even longer. I wasn’t keeping track of the time, simply enjoying myself. I loved the taste and feel of her mouth, the soft warmth of her skin under my touch, her girlish scent, and the cute sounds she made.

In my lovemaking with Gina, kissing had always played a very prominent role, taking up a good portion of our foreplay. That was how we began, in fact, when her instruction moved beyond yoga. At first, it was only kissing. We did that at the end of each lesson for several days, and then things went a step further. Gina was on top of me one afternoon, kissing me, humping her crotch against my leg — and suddenly she came. That was the first orgasm we experienced together, though certainly not the last.

So, I let the kissing go on with Addison for a long time, until she erupted into giggles and pulled away. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She wiped her lips with a hand, grinning and chortling.

“Stand up on the bed, honey,” I said to her.

She immediately complied. I unsnapped and unzipped her denim shorts, then tugged them down. She was wearing red panties, the same pair she’d modeled for me the week before. I smiled when I saw that.

After she stepped out of her shorts and I set them aside, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Addison’s bikini panties, then asked her, “Is it okay if I take these off?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

Just as I began to pull them down, the girl said, “And can I take yours off too?”

“Sure you can,” I winked at her. “We’ll both get naked, then we’ll kiss some more, all right?”

“Okay,” Addison giggled, as I peeled the little undies down her legs.

That done, she jumped off the bed and grabbed my panties, pulling them down and off. I noticed she gave a long look to my curly red bush, neatly trimmed and kept short, but still a bush. She said nothing about it, though.

Soon I was lying on the bed with the child, kissing her again. She was on her back and I was mostly on top, one leg hooked over hers. Cherise was next to us, watching. She was still clothed, of course, while Addison and I were nude. As we kissed, Addison made some fumbling attempts to play with my breasts, but it was plain that she really had no clue what she should do with them. I would have to teach her, and Cherise as well.

Then I heard an urgent whisper. “What are they doing?” 

I broke the kiss with Addison, a stand of saliva stretching from my mouth to hers, and looked up at Cherise. The ten-year-old was staring at her mother and at Kay, her brown eyes wide.

After taking a quick look, I explained, “Well, they’re, um… they’re masturbating.”

The women were sitting slightly slumped in their chairs, legs spread apart. Danielle’s skirt was hiked up around her waist, both hands working busily inside her white panties. Kay had opened her slacks and had one hand shoved down inside while the other fondled her exposed breasts and nipples.

“Have you ever done that?” I asked Cherise.

She shook her head. “No.”

“I have,” volunteered Addison. “My mom showed me how when I was seven.”

I was astonished. Her mother showed her how?! That admission opened up all sorts of questions — but I chose not to deal with any of them now.

I said to Cherise, “It’s, well, masturbation is a kind of sex you can have with yourself. It feels great.”

“Yeah, it does,” agreed Addison. Turning her head to look up at her friend, she said, “I can show you tonight when you sleep over, okay?”

“Okay,” whispered Cherise.

I patted the girl on the leg. “How about if we get you naked too, all right? And then I’ll kiss both of you. Would you like that?”

Cherise didn’t reply to this at first, continuing to stare at Danielle, watching her mother masturbate. She started to turn to me, then looked back again at her mom. It was as if she was locked in place, unable to make a move or decide what to do.

I heard Danielle say, “It’s okay, sweetie, everything’s fine. Just do what Britt tells you. She’s your teacher. Do what she tells you.”

Cherise nodded, “Okay.”

Pushing myself up, I knelt in front of the child, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently stroking her cheek. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I told her, looking into her eyes. “It’s fine. You can just watch, or… whatever.”

“No, I, um, I wanna do it. My mom said this would be the best thing I ever could learn. Even better than yoga, she said. And I want to learn about it.”

“Better than yoga,” Addison chuckled. She was on her back next to us, observing this exchange. But I saw that both hands had slid down between her legs and she was tickling her little pussy.

“So, do you want me to take your clothes off now?” I asked Cherise. “And kiss you?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, blushing a bit but smiling too.

“Let’s take your shirt off first.”

She agreed, and I lifted her t-shirt up over her head, dropping it to the floor.

Like Addison, Cherise had no boobs at all, just a flat chest, though her nipples were slightly larger and darker. I gazed at her for a moment, feeling a renewed surge of desire, my clit throbbing. There’s something about little girls on the cusp of puberty that makes me go insane with lust. I’m an adult now, and I love having sex with grown women, or with teenage girls, but I’ve never known anything more thrilling than the first time with these sweet young things, initiating them, teaching them how to give and receive pleasure.

Without waiting for me, Cherise opened her shorts and started pushing them off, along with her undies and her socks too, all in a bundle. I assisted her, and then the little girl was nude. I had her lie down, right next to Addison. The friends smiled at each other, giggling.

After getting in position, inserting one knee between Cherise’s thighs and the other between Addison’s, I stopped for just a second to study the girls. Cherise had a trace of dark hair on her mound, a few curly wisps, while Addison was completely bald. I almost couldn’t believe this was happening. What an incredibly lucky break: here were two naked children all set for me to kiss them and do even more than that while their mothers watched!!

Suddenly I realized that I was rubbing myself, stroking my clit and my pussy lips. It was instinctive, automatic. I also saw that Cherise was watching me closely. There was a lot she needed to learn.

Then I glanced over at the women again. Danielle was breathing hard, both hands still working inside her panties. She was red in the face. Kay’s slacks were down around her ankles, and her panties as well. She was fucking herself with two fingers. I was sure I could smell her wetness — or maybe it was mine, or Danielle’s, or even all three. The room was filled with the scent of juicy feminine arousal.

I paused a few seconds more to fully be in the present moment, practicing mindfulness, and then I made eye contact with both girls, sharing that oneness with them. This was something we’d worked on in our yoga sessions, and they knew what it meant.

They were with me then. We were together, joined, unified.

Slowly I leaned down, bringing my lips to Addison’s. I kissed her tenderly, then shifted over and kissed Cherise the same way. This was the first time, except for quick pecks on the cheek, that the pretty ten-year-old and I had ever kissed. Her lips were warm, though I could feel a tremble and I sensed some tension, some stiffness. I kissed her again, letting my mouth linger on hers, not using tongue yet, just lips on lips.

“Breathe,” I whispered to Cherise, “breathe and be.”

This seemed to relax her. Her lips softened. She let out a sigh. I flicked my tongue over her upper lip. She moaned. Her lips parted. I felt her hand on my arm, fingers lightly caressing. I kissed her again, more deeply, and she returned the kiss.

Cherise and I kissed for a minute or so, becoming comfortable with our new intimacy, tongues gingerly playing. Then I returned to Addison, kissing the child wetly, feeling the heat steadily grow among the three of us.

I heard a series of grunts from Kay, but didn’t look over. I wasn’t sure if she’d reached climax or was just getting very close. For another few minutes, I went back and forth between the girls, kissing them and whispering soft words, letting us find a place where we were content and aware, aroused but serene.

Finally, in a voice so quiet only they could hear, I said to Addison and Cherise, “Now you two kiss each other.” And they did. It was utterly beautiful, seeing these lovely naked girls kissing and sighing and pawing, so full of desire. I slid my hand down between my legs, rubbing myself as I watched them.

Soon I brought my mouth close to theirs. We shared a sort of mutual three-way wet kiss for several seconds, and then I whispered, “Now I’m going to kiss you again, but not these lips. Your other lips. I’m going to kiss your pussy lips. You can kiss some more if you want, but just try to relax, be in the moment, feel it. Let yourself go wherever the feeling takes you.”

Without waiting for a response, I eased down on the bed, trailing my fingertips over their chests, their bellies, and their mounds. Both girls wriggled and giggled nervously. I knew it would probably take them a while to really relax, no matter what I said.

I began with Addison, kneeling between her legs, looking at her smooth, puffy labia. Placing my hands on the insides of her thighs, I applied gentle pressure, opening the girl up for me. As her legs parted and I leaned closer, I saw gleam of moisture at the base of her labia, inside her pink hole. She was wet.

My mouth watered. My heart was pounding in my chest. I took a long, deep breath, trying to stay centered, be present, follow my own teaching. After licking my lips, I bent down and kissed Addison’s pussy.

“Unh! Unh! UNHH!!” There was no question about it now, Kay definitely was having an orgasm, apparently a powerful one. I didn’t look over, though. I continued kissing and licking her daughter’s pussy as I listened to the woman come.

Then I heard Danielle. Her climax was even louder than Kay’s. “Yes!” she shrieked. “God, yes!!”

Cherise sat up, concern etched on her face. “Mom?”

I raised my head. Danielle was unable to respond to her daughter at the moment, the orgasm totally consuming her. She and Kay both were slumped in their chairs, hands between their legs, eyes shut tight, bodies shuddering spasmodically.

“Mom?” Cherise said again. “Are you all right?”

The woman’s eyes blinked open. She tried to take a breath, tried to speak, “I, I—”  but was jolted with another surge of climax.

At long last it was over. Danielle let out a heavy sigh. Pushing her hair back from her face, beaded with sweat, she smiled at us and said, “Yeah, I… it’s fine, honey. I’m just fine, perfect.”

“Okay,” said Cherise, eyes still wide.

“She had an orgasm,” I told the girl. “Your mom had an orgasm. It’s, um, a sexual feeling, a very good feeling.”

“Yes. Very very good,” Danielle laughed, and Kay laughed with her. Addison’s mom was licking and sucking her fingers, the two she’d been plunging deep inside her cunt as she fucked herself.

To me, Kay said, “Please, just, you guys go ahead. Sorry for the interruption.”

Danielle giggled, “Yeah, sorry,” as she gently patted her pussy through her panties. “We’ll try to be quiet.”

“No, it’s fine,” I smiled. “That’s what we’re here for, to enjoy ourselves, have fun with our bodies and everything. You can be as loud as you want.”

I turned to the kids. “Right, girls?”

“Uh-huh,” said Addison. “I like seeing that. It’s fun!”

Cherise nodded too, but didn’t say anything. I took her hand, giving it a squeeze, and told her to lie down again.

After she did, I moved between her legs for a moment, wanting her to feel included. I kissed the girl’s tummy and her mound, nuzzling her scant pubic hair, then kissed the insides of her slender thighs. I placed a few soft kisses on her labia, feeling her shiver with excitement, but then went back to Addison.

My feeling was it probably would be easier to make Addison come first, and then I could turn my attention to Cherise. After seeing her friend enjoy the experience, she might be more ready for it herself. At least that’s what I hoped.

I was surprised that it didn’t really take long at all with Addison. I was almost certain she’d never had sex before — other than masturbation, which she’d admitted to — but the girl seemed to respond quite readily to my lovemaking.

As I kissed and licked her little clit, she put her hands on my head, holding me there, almost guiding. She moaned, and I felt her small body writhing beneath me. While still licking her, I reached down and found her opening. Slowly I slid a finger inside, hearing a louder moan. The child was wet, slippery with lubrication, and she was tight, but there was no resistance. I couldn’t feel a hymen. It was gone. She much have broken it herself at some point during sexual exploration.

I knew about all this from my time with Gina. Although I’d had some rudimentary sex education at school (“Health and Hygiene” they called it), and my mother had given me a not very useful book around the time I started my period, it was through hands-on experience with my yoga instructor that I really learned everything I needed to know. I’ll always be grateful to her.

So, I fucked the nine-year-old girl with my finger and sucked and licked her little clit, feeling her tremble and shake, apparently getting very close. Just when I thought she was nearing the peak, we heard Kay climax again, those loud grunting noises coupled with the wet slapping of her fingers in her cunt. I was worried this might throw Addison off, distract her from the mounting pleasure, but that wasn’t a problem.

I heard Addison breathe one word, “Mom…” and then suddenly she was coming, squealing ecstatically as her thighs clamped around my head. I felt her vagina squeezing my finger in rhythmic contractions. It almost made me come myself, knowing what I’d done, bringing a little girl to orgasm as her mother watched.

When Addison finally settled down, releasing my head from the vice-like grip of her thighs, I crawled on top of her, kissing her, letting her taste her own juices on my lips. I turned my head and kissed Cherise too, sharing the yummy stickiness from Addison’s pussy with the other girl. The three of us giggled together, kissing and licking each other’s mouths.

Then we heard Danielle — “Yes! Fuck! YES!!” — coming a second time.

Now that Cherise knew what this was, what to expect, it didn’t upset her. She laughed, “Very very good, right?”

“That’s right,” I told the child, kissing her pretty mouth, then kissing her throat, then her chest, licking her little nipples, scattering kisses over her belly, moving down to her mound.

Eagerly she spread her legs wide, letting me see her pussy. Cherise wanted me to eat her, and so I did.

I was extremely aroused, nearly on the verge of coming myself, and I made no attempt to take it slow. I covered the girl’s sex with my mouth, sucking and licking, almost frantic with my desire for her.

I heard a voice, somewhere close to me, “Yes, yes, suck her pussy, lick her pussy!” and I felt a hand on my bottom. It was Danielle. She was standing right beside us, watching closely. I could hear Kay there too, talking dirty, urging me on. I couldn’t see them, though. I didn’t even try to look up. All my concentration was on this perfect little pussy I was kissing and licking, a juicy young girl I was fucking with my tongue, tasting, swallowing, sucking, eating.

There was nothing artistic about this. I was in a frenzy, humping my crotch against the mattress as I ate Cherise, wildly excited about having sex with a child while these two women, one of them the girl’s mom, watched and masturbated.

Again I was surprised at how fast it all happened. Or at least it seemed fast to me. Maybe it took longer, several minutes or more, but in my carnal mania everything was compressed, tightened. It was just me, my mouth, and the delicious smooth young pussy I was eating.

Cherise had been lifting her vulva the whole time, offering herself to me. But now as her orgasm neared she was bucking on the bed, making it hard for me to hold on. I wrapped both arms around her slender thighs, pressing my lips and tongue to her sex.

I licked and sucked some more, then all at once I felt her go stiff, her body rigid, barely trembling. I heard a loud gasp and then a shrill cry, Cherise’s voice, as I tasted a spurt of juices in my mouth. I heard another cry, Danielle, coming at the same time as her daughter.

Continue on to Chapter 3