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Ultimate Surrender, Chapter 5

  • Posted on April 26, 2017 at 3:00 pm

By Girl Lover

Friday. The last day of school before the weekend. During recess, Bonnie and Jennie walked along by themselves while the other kids ran and shouted on the playground. Talking excitedly about everything that had happened the previous night, the girls eagerly discussed what they wanted to do later that evening and over the weekend.

“Do you really think we could go see them tomorrow, during the day?” Jennie asked Bonnie.

“Yeah, I think so. We’ll ask them about it tonight. What do you want to do tomorrow?”

Jennie shrugged, “I dunno.”

“We could go to Zilker Park… or maybe the mall…”

Jennie thought, then said, “I wanna go to the mall.”

“Okay.” Then Bonnie remembered something. “How are we going to go without our parents finding out?”

Jennie pondered this, then said, “My mom stays out late every night and sleeps till noon, and I think I can sneak out without my dad noticing.”

“I can tell my mom that I’m meeting you and Stacy and her mom at the mall. The mall’s so close to my house, my mom will let me walk over there.”

“What time should we meet?”

“Well, I think we should go sometime in the morning, maybe about ten. Is that good?”

“I think so.”

Bonnie grinned, “We’re going to have a lot of fun tomorrow.” Then she added, “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

*****

That night at Kala’s house, the two women and two girls were eating a pizza. Kala had ordered it earlier when they all met in the parking lot and she’d heard Jennie’s stomach growling.

“Where the fuck is the sauce?!” Raven scornfully asked Kala as she glared at the slice in her hand.

Kala told her, “It tastes better this way.”

“Bullshit.” Raven turned to Bonnie, “Do you think this tastes good?”

Bonnie nodded, “Mmm-hmm,” as she took another bite, to which Raven rolled her eyes. While still chewing, Bonnie went over to look at Kala’s CDs.

She pulled out a few, didn’t recognize any of them, and thought the covers seemed rather bizarre.

“What is this?!” Bonnie asked, looking appalled. She pulled out another CD. “EEWWW! This is gross!”

Curious, Raven came over to see, then started laughing at Bonnie’s reaction.

“Which one is it?” Kala asked.

“Gwar. Violence Has Arrived,” Raven answered, still laughing, to which Kala also laughed.

“What’s so funny?” demanded Bonnie. “This is guh-ross. Don’t you have anything good?”

“This is good,” Raven told her.

“Don’t you have Adele or Sia?” Bonnie quickly looked through all the CDs.

“Who?” Raven asked.

Bonnie’s mouth dropped in shock as she looked at Raven incredulously. “Hello! You don’t know who Adele is?”

Raven couldn’t help smirking at her cute reaction, “Should I?”

“She’s only like the best singer in the world,” Bonnie told her matter-of-factly as if everyone knew. Continuing to look at the CDs, she said, “All you have is weird stuff.” She picked one up, “Am… Am…”

Raven looked, “Amon Amarth.”

Throwing her hands up in exasperation, Bonnie said to Jennie, “Let’s go in the hot tub.”

Jennie took one last bite of pizza, then hurried into the bedroom to get undressed as Bonnie unashamedly stripped in the living room with Raven eying her hungrily. Once she was naked, she ran to the patio door, pulled it open and jumped in the hot tub. Jennie quickly followed, wrapped in a towel, which she discarded once she entered the water.

Staring at the hot tub with the naked little nymphs capering about, Raven and Kala pulled off all their clothes and joined them on the patio.

“Kala,” Raven called teasingly, “there’s a couple of naked little girls in the hot tub. What should we do with them?”

Bonnie and Jennie giggled gleefully.

“Should we spank ‘em?” Raven asked, to which Bonnie and Jennie looked at each other in pretend shock, with their eyes and mouths wide open.

Kala grinned, “Nah. Let’s just fuck ‘em silly.”

“Yeah, fuck us silly!” Bonnie exclaimed, cracking Raven and Kala up.

Jennie leaned close to Bonnie and whispered, “What’s that mean?”

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno.”

Raven and Kala climbed in. As Kala sat down, Raven lowered herself below the surface and Bonnie’s eyes gleamed playfully as she tried running away through the chest-deep water. Reaching the far end, she turned around to see where Raven was, but all she saw was Kala and Jennie. Trying to peer through the roiling water, she couldn’t locate her anywhere. Jennie, not wanting Raven to get her, went over to Kala and pressed close against her.

Suddenly, Bonnie felt her legs being grabbed under the water. She screeched and tried to get away, but Raven rose up in front of her. Bonnie backed away with Raven following until she ran into the bench. Raven rose up, placing her hands on her hips while grinning at Bonnie. Unable to resist the sexy little girl before her, Raven picked her up and planted kisses on her face and neck, then on her nipples.

Raven lightly patted Bonnie’s tiny butt, “I want to kiss this cute little ass.” Setting Bonnie down on her hands and knees on the deck surrounding the hot tub, Bonnie felt Raven’s hands on her butt cheeks and was shocked to see Raven actually kissing her butt.

“EEWWW! Jennie! She’s kissing my BUTT!”

Jennie’s mouth dropped at the sight of Raven’s face pushed up against Bonnie’s bottom. Turning to Kala, she asked, “What is she doing?!”

“Enjoying herself,” Kala chuckled at the girls’ reactions, thinking, Kids.

“That’s so guh-ross!” Bonnie continued protesting.

Raven continued loving Bonnie’s little butt with her mouth, then pulled away to ask, “Do you want to kiss mine?” knowing full well what Bonnie’s answer was going to be.

NO WAY!” 

Carefully rolling Bonnie over onto her back, Raven softly kissed her body all over till she got to her tiny sex. She placed her mouth upon it and held it there, using her tongue to push inside. Bonnie, propped up on her elbows, watched Raven’s face between her legs as she smiled back. Raven’s tongue tickled and her fingers slid along her chest, causing Bonnie to shiver from the little tremors they caused.

Jennie watched them, spellbound by how Bonnie seemed so deeply affected. For once, she was quiet, not her usual talkative self. She remembered how good it had felt when Kala kissed her own missy the night before. As she continued to watch, she felt Kala softly tracing her fingers up and down her chest. When she went across her ribs, it tickled, causing Jennie to squirm slightly. Feeling a finger in her butt crack, she looked at Kala in surprise as Kala grinned back at her.

Turning to face the woman and admiring her boobs, Jennie reached out and gently touched them. She looked up at Kala for approval, who didn’t say anything, only kept smiling at her. Smiling back, Jennie took a breast in her hand, feeling the softness between her fingers. They felt so much like pillows that she had to lay her head against one to see what it would feel like to use it like a pillow. Turning her head, she pressed her face into it and then rubbed the protruding nipple around in a circle by moving her head.

Kala stared at the little girl in astonishment. She had never seen such a reaction before, once again thinking, Kids. Such an endearing reaction to her body turned her on in a way no adult ever had. She reached around and cupped Jennie’s bottom, letting her finger slide into her crack again. Her other hand slowly rubbed up and down Jennie’s back as the girl nuzzled her nipple, reminding Kala of a nursing baby.

After a minute, she moved her hand around to caress Jennie’s sex, at first rubbing along the outside, then sliding along the middle, letting her finger sink between the smooth folds, drawing out little sighs of contentment from the young girl in her arms. Bending down, Kala pressed her lips against Jennie’s, but slowly and tenderly, knowing how fragile she was.

Feeling the sensations of pleasure coursing between her legs, Jennie welcomed Kala’s soft lips. The effect was like a massage, relaxing her completely, so much so that her legs began to feel weak and she would have fallen had Kala not been holding her up. Kala kept moving her finger inside her sex, making the erotic response even stronger while Jennie hung limply in her arms, quietly panting.

As Kala watched, Jennie’s body seemed to become rigid, an intense look on her face as she tried to speak, “Ka — Ka — Ka — ohhhhhhhh…!”

Giving Jennie an orgasm and watching her come never ceased to amaze Kala. It meant more to her than coming herself. She picked the child up and hugged her against her chest while she recovered, then glanced across at Raven and Bonnie.

Raven was on her back on the deck, propped up on her elbows, legs spread wide apart. Bonnie knelt before her, with one hand apparently moving inside Raven’s pussy while she licked her. Raven was watching her intensely, her face contorting in reaction to Bonnie’s tongue.

The nine-year-old raised up and asked Raven, “Does this feel good?”

“Oh yeah. Keep doing it,” Raven answered.

“It’s really weird, though.”

Raven rolled her eyes, “I know.”

Bonnie stuck her tongue out and continued licking Raven. At first, she thought it would taste gross, like pee, but actually it didn’t have any taste. Bonnie didn’t understand why something like this would feel so good, but she knew that when Raven did it to her, it was the most awesome feeling ever.

She felt Raven sit up all the way. “Bonnie.”

Bonnie glanced up.

“Lick right here.”

Bonnie looked at the fleshy protrusion that Raven was holding between her thumb and forefinger and said, “Um, okay.” She touched her tongue to it, licking, feeling it sort of grow a little bit. Then she noticed that Raven was moaning and squeezing her boobs, pinching the nipples. Bonnie giggled. It seemed so funny. She kept licking that spot and watched how Raven reacted more and more to it.

Raven was absolutely loving what this little girl was doing to her. The fire within her began to swell, growing larger and larger till suddenly it exploded. She fell back gasping, her back arching, as she shrieked, “Oooooohhhh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OOHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKKK….!”

As the climax slowly ebbed, Raven panted, hands falling listlessly to her sides. Finally she sat up, and smiled, “Shit, you make me feel so good!” Slipping back into the hot tub, she was still breathing heavily as she continued to revel in her orgasm’s ecstasy.

Bonnie got in too and leaned against the woman, feeling happy. Then, as she looked over at Jennie, cuddling with Kala, she remembered that they were supposed to ask about the weekend. “Oh yeah,” she exclaimed aloud.

“What?” asked Raven.

“Tomorrow, me and Jennie were wondering if we could go to the mall with you.”

“But what about your parents? What will they say?”

“I’m gonna tell ‘em that me and Jennie and Stacy are going to the mall with Stacy’s mom.”

Kala looked down at Jennie, “Is that what you’re gonna tell your folks?”

Jennie squirmed uncomfortably, and mumbled, “Something like that.”

“What do you think?” Kala asked Raven.

Smiling, Raven said to Bonnie, “The mall?”

Bonnie, nestled against her, looked up and nodded excitedly.

“What time?”

“Ten?”

Kala said to Jennie, “Can you come at ten?”

Jennie was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Bonnie and Jennie played in the hot tub a while longer while Raven and Kala watched. When they noticed the kids starting to yawn, they knew they it was time to take them home.

Raven and Bonnie got out of the hot tub while Kala waited for them to leave so Jennie wouldn’t be embarrassed to get out naked. Then Kala and Jennie got dressed and went back to the parking lot. Kala kissed her goodnight. Seeing how Jennie looked sad, she asked, “You gonna miss me?”

Jennie nodded, then went through the trees with Kala watching her. After Jennie disappeared, Kala remained there, staring at the grove that she’d disappeared into. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong with Jennie, something that didn’t make sense.

*****

“Well, it’s about time you got up,” Bonnie’s dad greeted her when she walked into the dining room on Saturday morning.

She already knew what time it was. 8:47. She was glad that there was no school so she could catch up on her sleep, and for the first time all week, she felt rested. She sat down at the table and picked up the box of Froot Loops that she always ate for breakfast and poured herself a bowl. Her mom brought her two pieces of buttered toast and a glass of orange juice, then headed to her daughter’s room to pick up the dirty clothes from yesterday that were invariably scattered on the floor.

After Bonnie finished eating, she went into the living room and flopped down on the couch and instinctively turned on the TV, changing the channel till she found a cartoon. As she stared blankly at the screen, only half-watching, she mulled over how she was going to tell her parents about going to the mall. She knew they were okay with her walking there by herself because it was so close, and they would think Stacy’s mom would be there, so that should work. And the mall with all its stores was a perfect place to keep her occupied for hours so her parents wouldn’t wonder why she was gone for so long.

On Cartoon Network, Sylvester was chasing Tweety through a clothing store and had fallen down the stairs into a bunch of mannequin parts which he was now wearing as he ran after Tweety. She had seen this one before and would’ve been laughing at it if she wasn’t so eager to go. She was watching the clock as usual. The same clock that told her when her parents would go to bed at night so she could rendezvous with Raven. It was only 9:23. Sighing, she tried to concentrate on watching the cartoon, but it was as futile as Sylvester’s efforts in catching Tweety.

Finally at about five minutes to ten, she turned off the TV and asked her mother if she could go to the mall with Stacy and her mom and Jennie. “How long will you be gone?” her mother asked.

“Till about two.” Bonnie didn’t know how long she would be out, but two sounded like a good answer. Not too early, not too late. “And we’ll eat lunch at the food court.”

“Okay, call me later.”

“I will,” Bonnie answered as she ran out the door.

Walking down the street, she called Raven and told her she was on her way to the parking lot. When Bonnie got there, she saw Jennie hadn’t arrived yet, so she waited. Several minutes later, Raven and Kala drove up on their bikes and together, they all waited on Jennie.

They waited, each of them checking the time every few minutes. Finally, seeing that it was 10:25, Bonnie exclaimed, “Where is she?”

Kala stood up from the rock she’d been sitting on and starting walking towards the trees. Raven called out, “What are you going to do? Check every house until you find her and then ask her parents if you can take their daughter out?”

Sighing, Kala halted mid-stride, then turned towards Raven. “Something must have happened to her. I need to see if she needs…” She paused, not sure what else to say.

“How will you even know what neighborhood she lives in?”

Kala scowled, shook her head, but came back and sat down again.

Several more minutes went by as Kala became more frustrated and more worried. Bonnie was worried herself, but like Kala, didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, Kala stood up and ran towards the trees. Bonnie started forward, eagerly searching for Jennie before seeing her running through the trees towards them.

Kala knelt down and hugged Jennie, but upon pulling away, noticed that the girl’s eyes seemed red. “Are you okay?”

Jennie nodded, “Yeah, um, I just got something in my eyes earlier.”

Kala took her hand, and they walked back to the parking lot. “What happened? Why are you late?”

“I wasn’t able to leave cuz my dad was in the living room and I had to wait for him to go back into his room.”

“I’m glad you were able to come.”

“Me too.”

Highland Mall was behind the theater. As they came through the doors, Bonnie saw a narrow ledge running alongside the wall a couple of inches off the floor and ran over, stepping onto it.

Looking back at Jennie, Bonnie called out, “Come on, Jennie! You’re in hot lava! Get out of the hot lava!”

Jennie excitedly ran over and together, they inched their way along the ledge as Raven and Kala stared at them confusedly.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Raven called to Bonnie.

“We have to stay out of the hot lava!”

“Yeah, the floor is hot lava!” Jennie piped up.

The girls slowly inched along the ledge, giggling, as Raven looked exasperatedly at them.

“Can you fucking believe this?!” Raven muttered to Kala. Kala suppressed a laugh at Raven’s frustration.

Finally, Raven couldn’t wait any more and strode over, picking Bonnie up, who squealed, “Don’t let me fall in the hot lava!”

Ignoring her plea, Raven set Bonnie down. Of course, the girl immediately began hopping from one foot to the other, squeaking, “Ow…ow…ow…ow…” before jumping back onto the ledge.

“Bonnie, come on,” Raven called.

“I can’t touch the hot lava!”

Kala reminded Raven, “They’re kids,” then went over to them and knelt down with her back facing Jennie. “Climb on.”

Jennie happily climbed on and Kala stood up, carrying her piggyback. Raven scowled as Bonnie slowly moved several more feet to the end of the ledge before at last hopping off.

They continued walking along, Kala still carrying Jennie on her back as they passed by various stores. Suddenly, Jennie squealed excitedly, “A puppy!” and patted Kala’s shoulder, exclaiming, “Put me down! Put me down!”

Kala squatted while Jennie slid off and ran with Bonnie into the pet store where a puppy was pouncing inside a little pen. Kala and Raven followed and hovered nearby as Bonnie and Jennie leaned over the side of the pen, petting the puppy. After walking around and looking at all the other animals, they left and went to Kay-Bee Toys.

As the girls picked up and examined various toys, Raven and Kala stood off to the side, watching them. Raven remarked, “You know, I could get used to this.”

“Hanging out at the mall?”

“Doing stuff with Bonnie, regular stuff, I mean. Being with her instead of just having sex with her.”

Kala gazed at Jennie as she picked up a Barbie doll. “Yeah, me too. Who’d’ve guess that I would fall for a kid.”

As Jennie studied the Barbie she was holding, she asked Bonnie, “What’s Raven like?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… what do you do with her…” Jennie glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then whispered, “…when you have sex?”

“Oh,” Bonnie smiled. “I like, um… playing with her boobs… and I like it when she chases me in the hot tub… oh and I love when she touches my missy. What do you like about Kala?”

“I like her boobs, but I think what I like most about her is when she holds me. It makes me feel safe. Does that sound dumb?”

“Uh-uh.”

Bonnie looked some more among the rack of dolls, then said, “I wanna go to the bookstore now. You wanna come?”

Jennie replied, “Nah, I’ll stay here a while,” so Bonnie went over to Raven and asked, “Can we go to the bookstore?”

“Sure.”

They went across to Barnes & Noble, and Bonnie headed for the children’s section. There, she perused the selection and picked out a Richard Scarry book, telling Raven, “I know this is supposed to be for little kids, but I love the pictures.”

After Bonnie finished leafing through the book, she put it back and bent over at the waist to search for another one. Raven felt her pussy began to stir as she stared at the child’s butt. She didn’t mean for it to happen, but watching Bonnie was getting to her.

Bonnie was counting all the wacky things in Dr Seuss’ Wacky Wednesday, pointing to each one as she whispered, “One… two… three…” when suddenly she felt Raven’s hands sliding around her sides and stroking her chest. “What are you doing?!”

Fondling the girl’s nipples through her shirt, Raven whispered in her ear, “I can’t help it. You’re turning me on too much.”

“Somebody’s going to see you!” Bonnie hissed.

“No, they won’t. There’s just some woman with her kid up at the front of the store.”

As Bonnie turned the page, she showed the picture to Raven, exclaiming with a laugh, “Look, you can see his butt!”

Raven nuzzled and kissed Bonnie’s neck, telling her, “I want to see your butt. Come on, let’s go to the fitting rooms over at JC Penney’s.”

Bonnie turned her head towards Raven, feigning a look of shock as she giggled, “You are so bad!”

Raven kissed her neck again. “And you are so sexy.”

*****

Back at Kay-Bee Toys, Kala stood beside Jennie as she continued looking at the dolls. Curious, Kala asked her, “Do you have any of these at home?”

“No.”

“What kind of toys do you have?”

“…um, I, uh… have…”

Jennie didn’t say any more than that, and Kala didn’t push her. Feeling hungry, she asked, ”D’ya wanna get something to eat?”

“Sure,” Jennie said happily.

They went to the food court and Kala got them both burgers and milkshakes. Kala carried their food to a booth and sat down. Jennie slid in beside her instead of across from her, and bit into her burger hungrily.

Still curious about the girl, Kala asked, “So, what do your parents do?”

In between bites, Jennie told her, “I don’t know what my dad does. He stays home a lot and makes these pretty blue crystals, but I’m not supposed to touch ‘em. People come by and he sells them the crystals. My mom works at night. I don’t know where. I once heard her telling my dad it was twelve street.”

“Twelve street?” Kala asked.

“Uh-huh. I remember that cuz my dad told my mom when I turn twelve I can work there with her.”

Suddenly realizing what was being said, Kala froze, then asked slowly, “You mean Twelfth Street?”

“Yeah. My mom says she meets John there and sometimes he gives her a lot of money and sometimes not so much.”

Her lips felt dry, and when she spoke, Kala’s voice sounded hollow and far away, “And your dad, who sells crystals to people, wants you to work there too?”

“Yeah. He says a lot of guys will pay good money for me to do tricks. But I don’t really know any tricks.”

Kala’s eyes flashed with anger as her hands clenched into fists beneath the table. She’d never felt such rage as she felt at this moment. And she doesn’t even know! she thought.

“Jennie,” Kala began as she slid an arm across her back.

The child flinched as she sucked her breath in.

Kala pulled back in alarm, “What?!”

“Nothing,” Jennie quickly said, “I… I…” then closed her mouth and looked down at the table.

Confused, Kala watched her closely, then slowly laid her hand on Jennie’s shoulder. Again, Jennie flinched. She tried not to, but couldn’t help it.

As Jennie remained sitting still, hands in her lap, staring nervously at her half-eaten burger, Kala carefully lifted the hem of her shirt and saw a large, ugly red bruise on the girl’s upper back. She also saw the other bruise she’d noticed three days earlier and finally understood what was going on.

For several seconds, Kala just stared at the injuries, shock and rage building within her, then lowered Jennie’s shirt. Being mindful not to touch the tender spots, she gently hugged the child as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Jennie…”

Jennie looked up. Kala’s voice failed her. She didn’t know what she should say. After a minute, she licked her lips, then spoke quietly, “Jennie… what your parents are doing to you is wrong. They’re hurting you. Do you have any other family?”

“My grandma, but I can’t remember where she lives. It’s some kind of tree in Colorado.”

“There’s no one else?”

Jennie shook her head.

Kala slowly breathed out. She couldn’t take Jennie to the police. That would likely cause more problems then it would solve, since they might recognize Kala and would probably stick Jennie in some foster home with a bunch of strangers.

Not knowing what else to do, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out, “Jennie, would you like to come live with me for a while?”

Jennie’s eyes brightened as her mouth slowly dropped, “You mean… with you… at your house?”

Kala nodded.

“Can I bring my school stuff and Betsy Bear?”

“Betsy Bear?”

Jennie mumbled, “My uh, teddy bear.”

“Sure, you can.”

Jennie’s face glowed with joy, convincing Kala that this was the right thing to do instead of taking her to the police.

“Come on, let’s go,” she said to the girl, giving her a wink and a smile. They slid out of the booth and headed towards the mall exit.

As they walked, Kala’s thoughts intruded, You’re just going to take her from her parents?

They’re not being her parents! she silently responded.

And you think you’re gonna be her new mom? her thoughts persisted.

Kala didn’t have an answer for that. She hadn’t got that far ahead yet and didn’t know for sure what she was going to do — only that she had to get Jennie out of the situation she was in.

Stepping outside, Kala saw that they were close enough to walk to the theater parking lot where they always met. As they headed toward the grove of trees, Kala asked, “Do you think you can grab your stuff and come back here without your parents noticing?”

Jennie answered, “I think so.”

Reaching the edge of the grove, Kala told her, “Just go inside, grab what you want to take, and come back here.” She watched as Jennie ran into the trees.

Several minutes passed with Kala pacing nervously. She stared into the vegetation, her nervousness growing until suddenly she couldn’t stand to wait any longer. She jogged into the trees, eyes scanning the unfamiliar territory. Seeing nothing but more trees, she continued forward until finally something appeared: a dilapidated old shack, leaning precariously, surrounded by piles of junk. As she cautiously approached, Kala heard a scream, then faint crying.

Breaking into a run, she quickly reached the small house and peered through a bedroom window. Inside, a disheveled, weary-eyed woman, looking as worn out as the house itself, sat on the bare mattress of a bed. The room was empty except for the bed and an old chest of drawers cluttered with beer bottles, discarded cigarettes, and a crack pipe.

The woman’s age was impossible to tell. She seemed young, but at the same time, fatigued and old. She was tying a tan rubber tube around her upper arm. She flicked a vein on the inside of her elbow a few times, then picked up a syringe from the bed and pushed it into her arm.

Reaching behind her back, Kala pulled out her Glock, flicking the safety off as she went along the side of the house towards the door. She could hear Jennie’s anguished tears clearly now, as well as a man furiously shouting at her to shut up. Creeping up to the back door of the shack, Kala braced herself for a second, then pushed it open and stepped inside.

Instantly, the filth and smell of the appalling living conditions hit her. She was in a kitchen, the sink filled with dishes encrusted with long-dried food and swarming with flies. Ahead of her, she saw an overflowing trash can in a dilapidated living room with scattered beer bottles on the filthy floor. Stepping into the room and seeing the apparatus, she knew what this was, a meth lab, with a plate of blue crystals scattered on a table, and a shotgun leaning against the corner.

Kala still hadn’t seen anyone, but she could heard Jennie’s sobbing nearby, along with the man’s angry voice farther away and the woman yelling back at him. Entering a narrow hall, she saw Jennie lying on the floor against the wall, cradling her arm and crying. Running to the girl, Kala started to lift her up, but the instant she touched her forearm, Jennie screamed in agony. Kala realized the arm was broken.

The man’s voice suddenly exploded from somewhere behind them, “JENNIE, IF YOU DON’T SHUT THE FUCK UP, I’M GONNA MAKE YOU SHUT UP!”

Kala stood, a look of pure rage crossing her face as she raised the Glock and slowly stepped in the direction the voice was coming from. A gaunt, haggard-looking man with a straggly, unkempt beard strode out into the hall from one of the rooms. Seeing Kala, he shouted, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

The Glock in Kala’s hand was her answer, its report deafening and its justice immediate. The man screamed and fell backward, grabbing his right thigh with both hands. Sprawled on the floor, he stared down at the blood pooling under his leg.

Kala walked towards him, the gun pointing at his head, her eyes flashing with fury. She glared at the man cowering before her. He dragged himself backwards down the hall, leaving a trail of blood on the grimy, wooden floor.

Her voice was cold and distant as she snarled, “It was you… the bruises… the fear in her eyes every night, never wanting to come back here… all because of you.”

The man, still dragging himself back, reached the corner behind him and stopped. He raised his bloody hands to shield his face as Kala aimed the Glock at him.

Jennie’s crying came to her ears, piercing through her rage.

Still pointing her pistol at the man’s head, Kala briefly turned towards Jennie as the girl trembled in terror on the floor, watching.

Kala’s voice was cold and deadly, “Jennie, close your eyes and turn away.”

Jennie didn’t move. She remained staring wide-eyed at Kala and at her father, tears streaming down her face.

Kala raised her voice, scolding, “Jennie! Close your eyes!”

Jennie still didn’t make a move. Crying, she clutched her arm, staring at them. Kala, feeling exasperated, fixed her deadly gaze on the man again, wanting so badly to squeeze the trigger.

“What do you want?” he pleaded.

“Jennie,” she growled back menacingly.

“You can’t take her,” he told her. “She’s my daughter.”

She spat the words at him, “Not any more!”

Lowering the Glock, Kala went to Jennie. Carefully she knelt and raised the girl to her feet, holding her broken arm steady, then spoke quietly, “We’re leaving. Where’s your room?”

Jennie, barely managing to get the words out through her sobbing, said, “I don’t have one.”

“Then where do you sleep?”

Jennie looked at the far end of the hall, next to the kitchen. Kala followed her eyes.

There in a dark corner was an old, worn, threadbare blanket, lying on the floor with a small backpack next to it. On one end of the blanket was a faded blue dress, along with a pair of jeans and a shirt, which folded up served as her pillow.

Walking over, Kala saw some torn pieces of paper with pictures colored in crayon. A few discarded crayons lay next to the drawings. She picked up one of the pieces of paper. On it was a crudely drawn picture of a stick figure with a mohawk on a motorcycle with a smaller stick figure astride in front, both figures smiling. On another piece of paper, the two stick figures were holding hands and smiling with a heart drawn above them.

Tears ran down Kala’s cheek as the images burned into her. Rage began to fill her once again as her hand tightened around the grip of her Glock — but she pushed past that, focusing on Jennie’s backpack. She picked it up and stuffed the drawings inside, then went back to Jennie. Glaring at the man, who was still watching her from the other end of the hall, and with the backpack hanging in the crook of her elbow, Kala carefully picked up Jennie, gently cradling her broken arm.

“B-Betsy Bear,” Jennie reminded Kala, her crying mostly subsided. Pointed toward an open door, she said, “She’s in there.”

Kala carried Jennie along the hall in that direction, keeping her eyes on the man. Instead of walking into the room, she stood off to the side and peeked in. It was the bedroom she had seen earlier from outside. The woman was lying on her back on the mattress, her eyes staring blankly upward, not blinking, her arms akimbo, legs dangling off the edge. The syringe still stuck in her arm with a rivulet of blood trickling from it and pooling in the nook of her elbow. There, just under the bottom of the bed was a teddy bear, a dingy, pink Care Bear.

Looking at Jennie, Kala whispered, “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Please… just… just close them.”

Jennie did, and Kala gently pressed the girl’s head into her shoulder so she couldn’t see. Walking into the room, Kala used her free hand to feel for the woman’s carotid artery on her neck. There was no pulse. She was gone. Kala stared at her for a few seconds, then making sure Jennie still couldn’t see, she squatted down, grabbed the teddy bear and backed out of the room.

Taking one last look at the man in the corner and clutching Jennie tightly to her, she bolted. Out of the house, through the grove of woods, and towards her bike in the Highland Mall parking lot.

Upon reaching the Honda, she carefully set Jennie on the seat, then quickly stuffed the teddy bear and backpack in the tail bag strapped to the back of her bike, then pulled off her belt. Looping it around Jennie’s neck, she used the belt as a strap to keep Jennie’s arm suspended. Climbing on behind Jennie, she fired up her bike and slowly drove to an emergency clinic that was a few miles down the road.

*****

Kala opened the door for Jennie to walk inside the North Austin Urgent Care Clinic. After leading her to a chair, Kala stepped up to the receptionist, “My daughter broke her arm.”

The receptionist handed her a form on a clipboard. “Fill this out please.”

She took it and sat down beside Jennie. As Kala began completing the form, she said quietly, “I’m putting my last name on this so it will look like you’re my daughter.”

Kala continued filling out the paperwork, occasionally asking Jennie questions, such as her date of birth, until the nurse called them back. Jennie’s arm was X-rayed and then they were left alone in the examining room for the doctor to come see them. Kala turned to Jennie, “All those times that you didn’t want me to walk you home…”

Jennie looked down at the floor, sadly whispering, “I didn’t want him to hurt you.”

Kala hugged the child, kissing the top of her head, then tilting her chin up so Jennie could see her. “No one will ever hurt you again.”

Several minutes later, the doctor came in, explaining that it was a simple fracture and should heal on its own in a couple of weeks. He placed Jennie’s arm in a soft cast made of padded cloth that could easily be removed by unbuckling the strap, wrote a prescription for some pain relievers, and they left the clinic. Kala slowly drove to Walgreens to pick up the prescription, then to her house.

*****

Kala pulled into the garage and after getting off herself, carefully lifted Jennie down. Going inside, Kala led her to the couch. She went into the kitchen for a glass of water, then gave Jennie one of the pills and sat down with her, watching as she swallowed it. Her eyes were still red and swollen, though she wasn’t crying any more.

“Does it hurt much?” Kala asked.

Jennie nodded. Kala carefully hugged her, whispering, “I’m so sorry.”

After pulling back, Kala turned on the TV, flipping through the channels till Jennie said, “Can we watch this?”

Kala smiled. It was a cartoon channel with old cartoons from the seventies and eighties. They sat together for a minute, then Kala said, “I’m going to outside and call Raven, okay?”

“Okay,” Jennie mumbled.

Kala first went to the kitchen for a beer, then stepped out into the front yard and looked up at the clear, blue sky, shaking her head. It was hard to imagine how the world could look so beautiful when other people’s worlds were so fucked-up.

As she took a swig of beer, the implications of what she had done weighed on her. Jennie was actually staying with her. But could she keep her? How would that work? What about school? Let’s just take this one day at a time, she told herself.

*****

At Highland Mall, Raven and Bonnie were strolling hand-in-hand along one of the corridors after having their fun in JC Penney’s fitting room. Raven was listening to Bonnie ramble on about the kids at school.

“…so I said, ‘Why should I have to bring a present if Linda didn’t?’ See?! That’s what she does all the time She just thinks she’s sooo important because her mom is the principal. But I think she’s just full of it. And this one time, Steven forgot his math homework at home and…”

Raven rolled her eyes. Bonnie had been going on like this for a while, but despite the fact that Raven wasn’t really interested in any of it, she enjoyed listening to her.

Hearing her phone ring, she pulled it out and saw that it was Kala. “Yeah? … Fuck, is she all right? … What happened? … What are you going to do with her? … Yeah, okay… we’ll be right over.”

She put the phone away and just stood there for several seconds. Seeing the serious look on Raven’s face, Bonnie asked, “What’s wrong?”

The woman didn’t answer. Slowly she raised her arm and studied the scar on her wrist for a moment, then squatted down in front of Bonnie. “Something’s happened to Jennie.”

Bonnie grew quiet. “What?”

“Not everyone has a good home like you do. Do you remember a few days ago when you told me that Jennie would fall down a lot and hurt herself, and that she would forget her lunch, and that she kept wearing the same clothes every day?”

The girl nodded.

“Bonnie… Jennie never fell down. Her dad was hitting her. Her parents never gave her any lunch, or any new clothes.”

Bonnie’s face fell as she asked quietly, “But why would they do that?”

“They were bad people and didn’t love her.”

With tears coming to her eyes, Bonnie whispered, “You mean those bruises she had…” her voice cracked, “w-what happened?”

Raven quietly said, “Her father broke her arm.”

Bonnie couldn’t hold back the tears any more. They streamed down her face as she sobbed, words coming out in a jumble, “Why would he hurt her she’s my best friend why didn’t she tell me?”

Raven hugged the child, holding her close. “Because she was ashamed and thought it was her fault.”

“She didn’t want me to come over to her house,” Bonnie sobbed, “and, and I… t-teased her about how she was so clumsy… w-why did I have to tease her?”

“You didn’t know. No one did. She’s safe now. She’s away from her parents, and with Kala. And we’re going to see her.”

*****

As soon as Raven lifted Bonnie off her bike, Bonnie ran to the door and knocked on it urgently. When Kala opened the door, Bonnie rushed past her into the living room to Jennie on the couch, staring at her arm in the cast. Not knowing what to say, she asked, “Does it hurt?”

“Not any more. Kala gave me a pill.”

“I-I didn’t know Jennie…” Bonnie’s guilt overwhelmed her, and she teared up again. “I’m sorry for calling you clumsy.” She wiped her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jennie’s voice was faint and forlorn, “I didn’t want anyone to know.”

Outside on the front porch, Kala peeked in at Jennie through the window, then took a sip of her beer. “I mean, it was unbelievable the shit-hole she was living in. Some backwoods shack. Filthy as hell. Mom’s a junkie. Dad’s making meth. No bed and no clothes.”

She took another swig, then looked at Raven, “It was worse than when you were a kid. Her dad was going to pimp her on Twelfth Street! I’ve never wanted to kill anybody so bad!”

Raven asked, “Why didn’t you?”

“I tried, but Jennie kept looking at me.”

“Why didn’t you just call the cops and let them deal with it instead of bringing her here?”

“You know what they’d do!” Kala snapped. “Stick her in some foster home! That didn’t help you, did it?”

“So what are you going to do with her now?”

“I’m keeping her!”

Raven spoke sternly, “You don’t know anything about kids! You think you’re going to be her mom?!”

“Better than a foster home full of strangers!” Kala peeked through the window again at Jennie on the couch. “I’m all she’s got.”

Raven’s tone softened, “Come on, take her to the police. You know you can’t keep her.”

Kala remained looking inside at Jennie, a hurt look on her face as she asked, “Why not?”

Raven replied quietly, “You know who we are… and what we do.”

Inside the house, Bonnie’s phone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket, she saw that it was her mom and hit the DECLINE button. Then, seeing that her mom had also called earlier, she told Jennie, “Sorry, I gotta go.”

After carefully hugging Jennie, she went out onto the front porch, “Raven, I gotta go back home now.”

“Okay,” the woman nodded. Then turning to Kala, out of sight of Bonnie, she said, “Kala…”

As Kala looked, Raven tapped the fiery Burning Angels figure tattooed on her upper chest. Kala stared at it for a few seconds, until Raven turned and took Bonnie’s hand, walking with her to the garage. A minute later, they drove out and away, leaving Kala deep in thought.

Chapter 6 is coming soon!

Bo and Me, Chapter 4

  • Posted on April 24, 2017 at 3:07 pm

By Unfastened Belts

A soft peck on the lips woke me up. “Took to this quick, didn’t you?” I mumbled, eyes still closed. Bo giggled.

I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me. We were lying side by side. Bo moved closer so she could kiss me again. I pursed my lips, waiting for her. When our lips met, we both made smacking sounds, then laughed.

“This is nice,” she said.

We exchanged a few mutual pecks. Unlike what I’d seen in movies, Bo didn’t kiss me at an angle to avoid our noses crashing into each other. Instead, she simply pressed her nose to mine. I absolutely loved how innocent that seemed.

After a while, I opened my eyes. “Don’t move,” I told her.

Bo’s eyes widened in anticipation. I put my lips on hers, but instead of smacking them, let them linger there, nibbling ever so slightly on her upper lip. I didn’t dare go any further and pulled away soon.

“That felt really weird,” she said. After a few seconds, she added, “But it felt really cool, too.”

We just looked at each other for a while. I thought she might kiss me again, but instead her eyes drifted shut. After a few minutes, I saw them move underneath her lids and thought she must be dreaming. I kissed her softly on the lips. Her eyes stopped moving and she sighed. I wasn’t sure if she was still asleep.

Then she shifted slightly. “I had a dream just now,” she said.

“What about?” I asked.

“There was a fairy that took me to a magic place. I think I was a fairy too. We were flying through giant blades of grass. It was at dusk. There was a pond with frogs that were bigger than us. Fairies rode on some of them. I wanted to ride one too, so I got on top of it. It jumped towards the pond and I got scared. When we went underwater, at first I thought I was gonna drown, but then I noticed that I could breathe underwater and I thought, ‘how cool is it that I can do that?’

“Then I did a loop, and while I was going around myself, I saw I was a mermaid. I wasn’t surprised, ‘cause I didn’t remember that I’d been a fairy before. I wanted to breach out of the pond like a whale, but I woke up right when I got to the surface.”

“You dreamed all that in one minute?” I asked, laughing.

“That was only a minute?” Bo opened her eyes, looking at me in surprise.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve heard that when you dream, time goes by ten times as fast. I didn’t know if it was true.”

“I guess it must be,” she said.

I wondered if she’d realized that my kiss had awakened her. I trailed my fingers through Bo’s hair, which made her smile. She toyed with my hair, too.

I asked her, “Hey, wanna get up and go downstairs?”

She said, “Okay.”

I instantly hated myself for asking her that. I would have much rather stayed in bed with Bo, cuddling and kissing, but I was too scared that she might decide what we were doing was wrong, or that she’d bring it up in a casual conversation with our parents because she thought it wasn’t wrong.

That wasn’t my only concern — I was also afraid of getting carried away if we kept on kissing. I wasn’t sure what other things my lustful imagination might decide were okay to try out on my little sister.

I managed to pull myself away from Bo and get out of bed, then looked down at her. She gave me a bright, cheeky smile, extending her arms to me. I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but couldn’t keep from grinning. I took her by the wrists and pulled her into a sitting position.

She got out of bed and stretched, then surprised me by getting up on tiptoe and wrapping both arms around my neck, then giving me a soft kiss on the cheek that made the cutest sound.

“See you downstairs,” she said quietly into my ear. Then she let go and off she flew.

Dazzled, I plodded behind, rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming.

Downstairs, I glanced into the living room. Mom was seated on the couch with a book. “Morning, Mom,” I said.

“Good morning,” she said with a wave.

I went to the kitchen. Bo was filling two cups with milk. I looked at the clock and saw it was half past eight. Bo put the cups in the microwave.

“I’m making instant cocoa for us,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You can go sit on the couch,” she said. “I’ll bring it out.”

“Okay,” I said and went back to the living room, sitting at the end of the couch opposite my mother.

“You girls are up early,” Mom said.

“Yeah,” I said, not mentioning that Bo and I had had a sleepover. I picked up a Carl Barks comic from the coffee table and pretended to read it.

“Good morning, Mom,” I heard Bo say a few minutes later. Mom greeted her back.

When Bo came over, I put down the comic and she handed me my cup. “Thanks,” I said.

“You already thanked me, but you’re still welcome,” she said and sat between us. I took a few sips, put the cup on the table and went back to my comic book.

“Mom, can I take a bath?” Bo asked after a bit. Since baths used way more water than showers, our parents preferred for us to get permission before filling the tub.

Mom thought about it. “Okay,” she said. “You should go and turn on the water.”

“Yippee!” Bo exclaimed.

She got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard her turn on the tap, the water rushing to fill the tub. When she came back to sit between us, she asked, “Hey, Lisa, you wanna take a bath with me?”

My heart began to pound. “I dunno,” I mumbled. The last time we’d taken a bath together, I’d been around eight and Bo five — a good while before I’d realized I liked girls, much less that I had a thing for my sister.

“Please?” Bo said. I was still looking at the comic but couldn’t make out the pictures. My mind was racing.

“Lisa probably feels too old for that,” Mom said when I didn’t reply.

“Huh?” I said, looking up. “Sorry, I got distracted.” I put the comic down. Instinctively, I chose to pretend I hadn’t realized what they’d been talking about, so I could feel out the situation some more.

“Bo said she wants you to take a bath with her,” Mom said.

“Oh cool, yeah, sure,” I said, looking back down at the comic. I thought I sounded pretty calm, but couldn’t be sure.

“Really?” Mom said. She seemed surprised. I glanced at her to see her smiling.

“Yeah, I haven’t taken a bath in a while,” I improvised. “If Bo’s gonna take one, we can both use the same tubful of water.”

“Yay!” Bo cheered, drinking some more of her cocoa.

With a shrug, Mom picked up her book again. “Well, if you don’t mind sharing the tub, I guess…” She fell silent, turned a page.

Bo was first to finish her cocoa. She took her cup to the kitchen and stayed gone for a bit. Then I heard her yell, “Bath’s almost ready!”

Without looking up, I called back, “Be there in a minute!” I didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Okay,” Bo replied.

She didn’t come back. I thumbed through the comic for a few more minutes, then put it back on the table and got up.

“Have fun,” Mom said.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a bath, Mom,” I said, trying to affect a casual air as I exited the living room.

When I got to the bathroom, the door was already closed, but I heard the water still pouring into the tub. I knocked twice.

“Come in!” Bo said.

Entering, the first thing I noticed was her pyjamas on the floor. Then I saw that my sister was in the tub already, surrounded by mountains of foam. All I could see of Bo’s body was her knees and shoulders.

Fighting to still my jangling nerves, I closed the door behind me. Bo giggled and squeezed more shampoo under the faucet, fueling the foam production. The flowing water churned the suds even higher.

“C’mon, Lisa — get in, get in!” she exclaimed.

“Close your eyes,” I said, out of instinct. When I saw that she did, I got out of my pyjamas.

As I pulled down my panties, I noticed they were a little wet, and found myself blushing. I’d never been so wet that it showed on my underwear before! Letting them drop to the floor, I hid the evidence under my pyjama top, just in case. Glancing at Bo, I saw that she still had her eyes closed. I climbed into the bathtub and slowly eased myself into the hot water, the soap foam nearly coming up to my chin. I sat down facing my sister, surrounding her with my legs on either side, careful not to touch her.

“You can open your eyes now,” I said. Bo giggled when she saw me, practically buried in the thick suds. I felt nervous but grinned.

“We haven’t taken a bath together in a long time,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said.

Neither of us spoke for a while, we just relaxed in the hot water. The sound of the stream pouring into the tub was a meditative drone. I slipped into a dreamlike state as I gazed at Bo, who had her eyes closed.

Her face was flushed from the heat. Steam was rising up between us. Her hair, which was usually straight, fell down in waves around her face and on her forehead, curled up from the humidity in the air. She looked incredibly cute.

The sight of Bo’s bare knees, still jutting out of the water, was filling me with a desire that, by then, was all too familiar. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I wondered if the vibrations were traveling through the water.

After a little while, Bo opened her eyes and gave the tub a critical lookover. Following her survey, she grabbed the bottle from the side of the tub and joyously squeezed even more shampoo into the stream, cackling like a maniac.

“This bath needs more foam. Foam is good. Foam is life!” she exclaimed.

Bo’s mood was infectious. I caught myself giggling. “You’re a dork,” I said.

She looked at me. “Yeah, but I’m a foamy dork,” she explained patiently.

I laughed and poked her flank with my toe. She squealed in surprise and clasped her legs together, creating ripples in the water. When she relaxed again, some of the foam between her knees was gone. Seeing her bare lower legs made me shiver, despite the heat.

The tub was getting pretty full, so Bo turned off the water. She scooped up some foam and put it on top of her head, crowning herself.

“I hereby declare you Princess Foamy,” I said, tapping each of her shoulders in turn with my index finger.

Bo giggled, then put on an earnest look. “I shall reign supreme over the lands of foam! I vow to keep all citizens of Foamland foamy at all times,” she promised.

I jutted out my lips and applied some foam to my upper lip. “Arrrr! I’m the evil pirate Clearwater, and I’m not going to submit to your despotic rule!” I threatened in a rumbling voice.

I pushed some of the foam from my side over in her direction, baring my chest. Laughing, she waved the foam back to me. I proclaimed, “Princess Foamy! Your wasteful ways have terrorized Foamland for much too long! I shall take this soap and put it back to its original purpose.”

I scooped up most of the foam that was covering me, piled it on top of my head and began massaging it into my hair as big gobs of it fell down around my shoulders.

Bo looked amused, but she had quieted down. I thought the foam on her side probably blocked her view of my lower body, but I felt incredibly excited to be flashing my boobs at her. I couldn’t tell for certain if she was looking at them, mainly because foam was running down my face. I made a helicopter noise with my lips and shook my head wildly, sending suds flying across the tub at Bo.

She giggled quietly. “I surrender,” she offered meekly, slowly sliding deeper into the water with a theatrical sigh.

Bo’s head went under, only her crown still visible on the surface. I felt her feet come to rest on my tummy. I gulped, suddenly feeling nervous again. My gaze followed her legs — from her feet out of the water to her knees, then back underwater to the junction of her thighs. The water was rippling from the motion, and her legs were too close together for me to really make out anything, but I thought I could see that she was still hairless.

I only got to look for two seconds before she pushed herself back up, rising from the water. The crown was lifted back on her head, but diminished in size. Bo’s lower half disappeared beneath the foam again, but her chest was uncovered.

While she wiped her face, I caught myself staring. Her little nipples sat on mounds that were barely bigger than her beautiful dark areolas. The inside of my mouth was dry and I thought I might pass out on the spot.

I scooped some water over my head and washed the soap out of my hair. “The heat is getting too much for me,” I told her truthfully. “I’m gonna get out.”

“Okay,” Bo said, closing her eyes without my having to ask. I toyed with the idea of telling her she didn’t have to, but remained silent.

I slowly stood up and reached for a towel. I could see better from this position — but Bo’s hands had come to rest in her lap, so once again I couldn’t make out much, which was probably for the better.

I stepped out of the bathtub, dried myself off and wrapped myself in the towel. “You can look,” I said. Bo opened her eyes.

“I’m gonna stay and enjoy the water a little more,” she said, looking at me.

“Okay, Mrs. Foamy,” I said. Bo smiled brightly. I gathered up my clothes and left the bathroom.

“Out already?” I heard my mom call from the living room.

I went over to the door. “Yeah, I was getting bored. I’m squeaky clean already, anyway. Bo’s gonna stay in a little longer,” I said.

“Okay,” Mom said, going back to her book.

I went upstairs outwardly calm, aware of how badly I needed to touch myself. Passing my parents’ bedroom, I heard my dad snoring.

In my room, I put my clothes on the bed and dropped the towel. Feeling incredibly daring, I continued naked into Bo’s room.

I went through the clothes on the chair she used as a hamper and found a pair of panties. I sniffed it. It smelled faintly of pee. That was enough to drive me insane.

I crawled into Bo’s bed and underneath her blanket, pulling it up so that only my upper body was covered but my legs exposed, which made me feel extra naughty. I pulled Bo’s panties over my head, the crotch over my nose, breathing in her scent.

My trembling right hand found my pussy. It was so wet that it couldn’t all have been from the bath. My whole body was quivering, both from my bare legs being exposed to the cool air and from the adrenaline that was pumping through me. I slowly moved my index finger back and forth over my clit, torturing myself on purpose. I wanted to stretch this out, make it last.

When I felt myself getting close, I stopped touching my clit. Teasing myself instead, I started tracing lines on the sensitive flesh just around my pussy and lightly trailed a finger through the wet lips.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I went back to slowly massaging my clit. Not able to keep myself from moaning, I pushed the crotch of Bo’s panties into my mouth, held it in place and started to suck on it.

I had never felt this depraved before, or this horny. I kept going at my clit, but at the same languid pace. I was shivering violently, breathing hard. I could hear myself whimper pathetically, which turned me on even more.

The orgasm hit me unprepared. A flash of lightning zapped through my body. My hips bucked violently, and now that I was at the peak, I went wild on my clit, mashing it with the tip of my finger until it became too painful to stand. My ears went deaf and all I could see was stars. I came for at least twenty seconds.

Still breathing heavily, I could feel myself drift into what seemed a lot like a coma, but what remained of my consciousness told me that I was done for if anyone found me like this: stretched out naked in my sister’s bed, a hand between my legs, Bo’s soiled panties pressed to my face.

I tried to stand, but was still shaking so badly that I couldn’t trust my legs to support me. I put Bo’s panties back on her chair and crawled back into my room on hands and knees.

Somehow I managed to put on my pyjama top and panties. Slipping into my bed, I noticed that my face was drenched with tears. I must have cried through my orgasm.

A warm, fuzzy darkness soon enveloped me and I passed out.

Keep your eyes open for Chapter 5!

How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 10

  • Posted on April 23, 2017 at 12:04 pm

By Openmindedwoman

When at last we all untangled, and had come down from our various adrenaline-fed highs, it had gotten past suppertime. The glow of the flames in the gas fireplace added a sense of mystery, and the heat from it allowed us to remain mostly naked. The girls all seemed comfortable with showing their very different bodies, and Anita and I modeled the casual nakedness for them.

There were a few card games played after having enough to eat to sustain everyone, and some reading, and yawns, and then it was time for bed. As assigned when we’d first arrived, Tracy and Kim-Ly slipped off to their bedroom, leaving the door open, and Anita and Amy did the same. Juli and I finished up in the kitchen, then found our way to the queen-size bed in our bedroom.

“Will you be warm enough, pet?” I asked, sliding my hand under the covers to find the flannel sheet.

“I will if you’re right next to me,” Juli’s ever-upbeat little voice answered.

We sat up in bed for a while, shoulder to shoulder, talking about the day, about how everything had progressed and how she felt about it. My very naughty young niece never wavered, but talked enthusiastically about Tracy and Kim-Ly especially. As usual, she caressed herself as she talked, letting her legs fall open with a hand busy working under the sheets. I smiled to myself and let my own fingers mimic hers, one hand moving from nipple to nipple and the other sliding between my legs, tugging lightly at the closely trimmed triangle on my mound.

Juli pushed the covers down a little, below our waists. “I wish I had enough hair on my pussy to trim it to a shape, like you can,” she said, “and like Tracy. Hers isn’t really trimmed though, is it? It just seems to be in such a clean shape, dark and thicker than mine, but not like, in the way or anything. And the shape of her titties… omigod, Aunt Leslie, they’re like spikes when you touch ‘em!”

“Oh, Juli, dear, dear Juli,” I smiled at her musings. “Remember that we are all different, all growing and changing at different rates. You are as beautiful as any girl I know… more so! The light blonde muff you have will fill out, but I like it just the way it is.”

I reached over and fondled her sweet thirteen-year-old mound, my fingers marching back and forth across the swelling just above her groove, lightly fingertip kissing to the V on each side and back again. She sighed and let her legs drift farther apart, and reached over to me, combing my trimmed patch in much the same way as I did hers. We sat that way in silence for a few minutes, letting our bodies respond.

“I know you’re right, Aunt Leslie,” she continued. “It just seems like there are so many feelings, and so many really pretty parts that other girls have, including you!”

She turned her face towards me and leaned her head down enough to lick the side of my right breast, back and forth, then moving around to run her tongue across my hardening nipple.

“Do you touch yourself every night when you go to bed, sweetheart?” I asked, cradling my full woman tit in my palm as if offering it to her.

“Every night that I can,” she murmured between licks. “It just seems like as soon as I lie down, that’s the thing my body craves the most. But I wish I could be in your bed like this every night!”

“We might never get to sleep, little one,” I giggled, letting my fingers slide lower, the middle one parting her soft puffy slit, and my index and ring fingers pressing her lips back together around it from the sides. She sighed and moved her hips against me.

“We could stay awake all night then,” she answered, as her small hand moved down over my weeping pussy, imitating my motions on her, and I willingly spread my legs to give her access. “I can do it over and over if I want to, and it seems more and more like I always want to!!”

“I love how you suckle, darling girl,” I whispered. “It helps get me ready so fast… can you tell?”

It was partly her mouth on my nipple making me wet, and partly the feel of such a lovely sexy young girl’s pussy responding to my touch, and also her own admission that she had urges that were growing and growing, becoming a dominant part of her being.

She curled her middle finger and slipped it easily inside me, then added a second finger. My slippery pussy easily received them, as she nodded, “Ummm-hmmm… I can tell.”

It seemed incredible to me that my little Juli was so fast becoming the kind of girl I wanted her to be. With only a little encouragement, she had the personality to take the lead, and not just with girls her own age. It was becoming clear now that older women were on her radar as well.

“Are you my little vixen?” I asked, rubbing her pussy a little more firmly, feeling the juices of her arousal beginning to coat my finger.

“I am if you want me to be… but what’s a vixen?” she asked as she pushed her fingers in deeper while finding my fully charged clit with her thumb.

“Well,” I replied, “there are really several definitions, some of them not so good, but I think of my vixen as a female fox, a sly and sexy and sleek and beautiful young fox who knows so well how to pleasure herself, and knows just what her auntie loves to feel.”

Juli’s hips moved in a rhythm against my fingers, and her breath quickened. “I am your vixen then… god yes I am, and I want to be your young fox whenever you want me.”

She was gasping and trembling, and I knew she was quickly getting close. Her hand moved more rapidly against me and her lips closed over my nipple again, pulling, nibbling, working me with an urgency that I could tell came from deep inside her. A moment more, then I felt her legs try to close tight, heard her groan, “Ohhhhhhhhhh it’s here… fuckkkk… fuck me Aunt Leslie…fuck your vixen girl!!!!”

I slid my middle finger inside her, feeling her beautiful young pussy clench and squeeze it as her orgasm took over her senses. Her hand never stopped moving into me, and I let my own feelings dissolve, holding her head tight to my tits, urging her on to make her auntie come — until I felt myself boiling over just as she was, spasms moving from inside me to her fingers, from my belly to my clit, my knees pulling upwards with it, unable to be still.

Afterwards, we drifted off to sleep, holding each other and pulling the covers up around us, still reaching and feeling for the wetness we had created. It was amazingly close, amazingly together. In that moment, she was mine, and I was hers.

* * *

The night was cool, and moon shadows flickered through the window when I briefly awoke to adjust how I was lying in bed. Then I came further awake to whispering from Juli’s side of the bed.

“Are you sure?” a little low voice intoned.

“Yeah, it’ll be okay,” I heard Juli respond. “Just come on in here, but take off your tee shirt. We’ll be warm enough between us.”

I heard a rustling, then the covers parted and I felt Kim-Ly’s slight figure crawling over Juli to snuggle in between us, her bottom pressing against my hip. She had her panties back on. I turned toward her, draping my arm around the child, and nuzzled her ear. “What’s happening, sweetheart? Did Tracy take up the whole bed?”

She raised her head and shifted to lie on her back. “Actually, Tracy’s gone, and I was cold and kinda lonesome,” she whispered. “Amy came into our room and said her mom needed Tracy to help her and Amy with something.”

I realized then that Kim-Ly had not been in the cabin earlier to witness how Amy had taken her mother’s milk, helping Anita to have an orgasm in front of Tracy while we were still down at the lake with Juli.

“Ahhhh, I understand,” I answered, letting my hand slide across Kim-Ly’s tummy, playfully snapping the waistband of her little undies, and then drifting upwards, back and forth across her bare chest, just below the soft round bumps that would become her breasts. “I think Anita is enjoying their company in a way you haven’t seen yet.”

At that point Juli clicked on the bedside lamp to its lowest setting, then got to her hands and knees and leaned across Kim-Ly.

“Here,” she grinned, “just watch me and you’ll see what they’re doing in there.”

I pushed myself up a little to give her better access, and amid the tangle of our bodies, my sweet vixen niece went straight to my left nipple, closing her lips over it and sucking lightly.

As I petted Juli’s hair, I said, “Anita loves the feeling she gets, Kim-Ly, when young girls like her daughter and your sister suckle her, and I have to admit it’s something that always makes me feel very special, too.”

Then I sat up all the way and placed a pillow behind me against the headboard. Juli crawled over, straddled my leg, and leaned her head down again. I cradled my left breast in my palm, a sign that she had always liked, knowing I was ready and wanting her.

“Can you see, Kim-Ly?” I asked, wrapping my right arm around the young girl and pulling her hip to hip with me.

She leaned forward a little and nodded. Her skin felt so smooth and soft against me, and Juli’s lips and tongue washing over my nipple quickly had their erotic effect. Kim-Ly watched for some minutes as my vixen girl worked her magic and my breathing became heavier. I felt Juli’s crotch begin to move in a rhythm on my thigh, and I knew she was feeling it as well.

Juli reached her left hand to my right breast, cupping it as I would do, and said, “You can do it too if you want, Kim-Ly. It makes Aunt Leslie feel really beautiful, and using our mouths like this can make us feel goosey inside too.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Kim-Ly leaned over silently to nuzzle my tit with her nose. Then, as I pulled her closer still, her warm wet tongue began a licking journey to my nipple, circling all around it, and finally over the tip, back and forth, like a cat licking its fur, cleaning, feeling. When her young lips closed over the erect nipple and she began to suckle, the natural pulsing baby suckles that I suppose were still part of her subconscious memory, I felt myself swoon, lightheaded with arousal.

“Do it like this,” Juli helpfully instructed. She held my tit in both hands, squeezing it into a bulb shape with my nipple isolated and extended for her mouth and tongue. Kim-Ly rolled up to straddle my right thigh and wrapped her little hands around my other yearning tit, and resumed her assault on my oversensitive nipple, imitating Juli’s actions.

My hands were free to reach around and feel their young firm bottoms, one girl still in panties and one as naked as I was. But soon the need to touch myself became irresistible, and I let my right hand move to the wetness of my needy woman cunt, slipping fingers inside and curling them to find the delicious upper walls. I know both girls could feel my wrist and hand, moving faster and faster as I masturbated myself, and I could feel Juli’s wet slippery pussy lips grinding faster and faster against my leg as she worked on her own pleasure.

“Yes… like that… suck my tits, little girls… suck Aunt Leslie’s big woman tits… make me fucking come for you…”

I heard my own voice in a fog somewhere and almost wondered who that naughty woman was, gasping and groaning, plugged in so firmly to the electricity running from her tits to her clit. I knew it was me, of course, and I realized I was talking dirty, saying wickedly forbidden things to these two beautiful young sources of my pleasure, but I was beyond caring, lost in the rising flow of my orgasm, and I moaned and writhed as the waves pulsed inside me.

When I finished coming and slowly drew my fingers from my pussy, Juli grabbed my hand, bringing it to her mouth, licking the gooey, fragrant juices as her hips bore down. She held my fingers to her mouth and muffled cries escaped as she reached her own climax, sliding her wet open labia up and down my thigh.

I leaned forward to kiss my niece, to lick her cheeks and the side of her mouth. She released my fingers to kiss me back, letting her saliva flow over to me and drip from our chins as she came, totally allowing her feelings take over her actions, not caring where the wetness dripped or flowed. This was the way we were closest together, in the midst of our high, and it was all the more beautiful to know we were doing it in front of someone watching us.

* * *

Some moments of quiet ensued. Juli now lay with her head on my shoulder, facing across toward Kim-Ly. The younger girl lay with her head on my right shoulder, also facing across, and I had my arms wrapped around both their waists, just holding them close, feeling my heartbeat slowly return to normal.

“Oh, my god that was awwwesome,” Kim-Ly finally giggled, and we all giggled back.

“Yes, it certainly was, little one,” I answered, patting her panty-clad bottom. “I’m glad you got to watch us and help, but it seems like you’re the only one here who hasn’t had that very special beautiful feeling tonight. Do you think you could show us what you learned today, or is that something you would rather do in private?”

I knew I was taking a gamble. But I also knew she hadn’t been shy about having an orgasm in front of us that afternoon, and I hoped that Juli’s earlier example down on the dock and our example just now might help formulate a feeling of joy for the girl in being watched by others, the way it had grown to be something Juli craved.

Kim-Ly nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, oh yes, Aunt Leslie. I want you to see. I want you to see me naked.”

The eleven-year-old lay on her back, a pillow under her head, and lifted her hips, stripping off her panties. I took them from her and felt the wetness under my fingers, slick and gooey enough to tell me she was indeed physically ready. It seemed as though she was emotionally ready as well, so I scooted down and asked her to raise up so I could slide my pillow under her bottom to provide a better view for us.

Juli giggled and poked me, delighted that I was putting Kim-Ly totally on display, then scrambled down on the bed where she could see everything. Kim-Ly pulled up her knees and spread her legs, then began to massage her mons, pushing down on the top of her slit with the heel of her hand. It was a move I had seen Juli do, but that I hadn’t done myself in years. I understood, though, how the feeling could grow from it.

“Do you want a little starter help?” I asked, letting my fingers tickle the child’s nipple.

She nodded, and I licked my fingertip, wetting it, then slid it around in a circle and up and over the nipple, watching as it grew firmer, longer. The darkness of her little areolae and nipples was so attractive to me, riding atop the swollen half apples, soon to be young girl tits, and I felt strongly aroused again.

“Show us, Kim-Ly,” I whispered, “show us the inside of your beautiful pussy.”

Without hesitating she used both hands to pull her labia open, the brightness of her inner lips in contrast to the smooth skin tones of her tightly rolled outer lips. She held them open, and then the middle finger of one hand worked its way inside her vagina, just halfway, probing and feeling herself. Her other hand moved upwards, searching until she found the hot button clit at the top of her groove, and began to rub it, up and down, then in a circle, and then a faster circle.

“Lick your fingers,” Juli suggested, “or let me. It will feel even better that way.”

As Kim-Ly smiled and extended her hand, Juli leaned forward to lick the young girl’s fingers, then remained leaning forward, so very close to the spread pussy in front of her. We both watched the child play with herself, offering “mmmmm” and “good, just like that” comments to urge her on. I noticed Juli’s fingertips lightly caressing the inside of Kim-Ly’s thighs, and I continued my work on her nipples, one at a time. I kissed her neck and nuzzled her ear, then I raised my head again to watch.

It was such an amazingly erotic thing — to see such a beautiful young girl discovering herself, putting her masturbation on display for me, for both of us — that I couldn’t help but reach down and touch myself again, and was surprised to find my pussy not rubbed raw, but responsively sensitive, and I began to masturbate again as I lay alongside. Juli had moved to a kneeling position between Kim-Ly’s spread legs, and was openly fingering her own pussy again too. It was incredible to me that we both were ready so soon.

Moments passed, and Kim-Ly’s voice turned to mews and gurgle sounds as she brought herself closer and closer. She drew her knees up still higher, and bucked her hips in needy motions against her own hands. She slid the one small finger deeper inside herself, and I realized that she must have broken through with her earlier exploring and was ready for inside penetration. I added a third finger to my own wide-open woman cunt, and thrust against myself, trying to match the energy of these two youngsters.

When I heard Kim-Ly’s groans and cries grow louder and more urgent, I knew she was almost there, and I leaned in to suck on her nipple, tongue washing it, pulling it inside my mouth — and at that moment my own climax suddenly overwhelmed me. I heard Juli crying out as well, and with all the female sexuality surrounding her, our beautiful little Kim-Ly shot her pelvis upwards and wailed her orgasm to the ceiling.

I hugged the girl, squeezing her, and Juli crawled forward to join the warmth of our bodies as we tangled together, breathing hard, hands grasping to pull each other even closer.

“I never ever ever felt anything like that,” Kim-Ly said shakily. “I mean, it was like before, sort of, but you two were watching me so close, it was like magic.”

She leaned over to kiss me, her mouth open and wet, and I returned the kiss with tongue. I smiled inwardly at the powerful feelings these two young ones could generate within me, and obviously within themselves as well.

We lay together, cuddling and snuggling and finally turning so we were spooning each other… and one by one, we drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 11 is coming soon!

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 5

  • Posted on April 22, 2017 at 5:11 pm

By Purple Les

I held Mary’s hand as we ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I had put on the stairway light. When we were in my room, I didn’t turn on any other light.

I told Mary to get in my bed under the covers with me and I would show her something real cool. Once we were in my bed, I lifted up the sheet and moved my fingers up and down it. Flashes of electricity seemed to come out of my fingers.

“Cool,” Mary said, “like a little lightning storm!”

“Yeah, I love to do that, it gets so dry from the cold that everything I touch around the house shocks me. I like the way it looks.”

We did that for a while, watching the sparks on the bed sheet, till the static electricity wore down. Then I turned on my bedside lamp.

We just lay there under the covers. Mary looked at the comic books and stuff on my headboard.

“Why do you have this old Boy Scout book, Katy?” Mary started to flip through it.

“I got it at a garage sale. It’s great! It has how to tie knots and track animals. There’s all kinds of cool things in it.”

“It’s old. Says here 1965. I bet most of it’s outdated.”

“I bet you it’s not. Knots and animal footprints never change.”

Mary didn’t say anything to that, just kept looking through the book. Then after a while she said, “When you said you’d show me something cool under the covers…” then she stopped.

“What?” I asked.

Mary laughed, “I thought for a second you were going to pull down your pants or something.” Mary was a half year older than me, making her ten already. Sometimes she thought that made her the mature one. Well maybe it did. Sometimes she talked almost like a grownup.

I rolled my eyes, “Oh?! I’d bet you’d like that, you perv.”

“Well, I saw how you were looking at my sister, so who’s the perv here?”

“How could I not look? You stripped her bare naked right in front of me.”

“So… did you like seeing her naked?”

“Um, well I guess I didn’t mind. Sorry, I just never saw a kid like her all naked. I kind of wish I had a little sister.”

“How come? They can be a pain sometimes.”

“Yeah, I guess, but I think it would be fun sometimes. That’s all. I mean you always have someone to play with.”

“Ha, you don’t fool me, Katy. You’d want a sister so you could take all her clothes off like I did with Lucy. I don’t blame you, though. It’s fun getting her naked whenever I want to.”

“You really do that? Get her naked when you want to?”

“Well I have to be careful we don’t get caught. Most times Mom and Dad send us up to our room from like six or seven till ten o’clock while they work downstairs in the restaurant. So I know they won’t bother us. They think we get ready for bed and that I do homework. But you can’t ever tell anyone this, Katy.”

“Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” Then I made an X over my chest with my finger and waited excitedly for whatever Mary was about to tell me. It seemed like it was going to be dirty. I hoped it would be anyway. “So what do you do?” I asked.

“Okay, we kiss, and stuff.”

“What kind of stuff? Tell me!”

Mary sighed. “You’re such a child, Katy. I told you too much already.”

“You didn’t tell me anything except you kiss Lucy. I want to know what else you do.”

“You are the perv,” she said, giggling.

I told Mary I hated her and punched her arm, but not hard.

“Oh! So that’s the way it is huh, perv?”  She laughed and started to tickle me. I begged her to stop. I am super ticklish.

“Please stop! Please!” I could barley talk I was laughing so hard.

“Okay, I’ll stop,” she said, still tickling me. “After you say you’re a big stupid perv.”

“I’m a big stupid perv! Stop!”

Mary stopped, but kept a hand near my ribs, “Now say, ‘I’m a perv who likes seeing girls naked.’ Come on! Say it or you’ll get more tickles.”

I was still catching my breath.

“Okay, just don’t tickle me no more, promise?”

“Say it.”

“Okay, ‘it’.”

“No the other thing, silly, or I swear I’ll tickle you till you wet your pants like that time last summer.”

I think she meant it too. I had wet my pants that time, but she didn’t mean for me to do that. It just happened ’cause I laughed so hard.

“Okay, I’m a perv, and well, I did like seeing your sister naked.”

Then we were quiet for awhile. I was thinking about seeing Mary undress her sister and wondered what went on in their bedroom. Mary was still thumbing through the Boy Scout book.

Mary started to laugh at something she saw in there and said, “No way!”

“What?”

“Listen to this, Katy! ‘If you are in a situation where the temperature drops dramatically and you are in danger of hypothermia..”

“What’s hypo-thermo?”

“Hypothermia, you moron! That’s where you freeze to death. Like here in your stupid bedroom,” she said before continuing her reading from the boy scout book. “Listen! ‘ ..in danger of hypothermia. The best way to keep warm with your partner is to..’” Mary gave me a look like listen to this you won’t believe it .

“Get this Katy, ‘..to keep warm with your partner is to put one of your sleeping bags inside the other. Then remove all clothing.’” Mary put a special emphasis on ‘remove all  clothing’ before continuing. “‘Stuff all your clothes between the two sleeping bags for insulation. Then get inside the inner sleeping bag together for body warmth. This should keep you warm till the weather changes or help arrives.’ Wow, can you imagine doing that? No wonder they always talk about guys rubbing two sticks together to start a fire.” She laughed at that, but I had no idea what she meant.

I said, “I guess so. I mean it would save your lives. I wonder if it really works.”

“Hey, Katy! Let’s try it! You want to?”

“Okay!”

We got out of my bed and ran downstairs. Mom was on the couch and Lucy had her head on Mom’s lap with a blanket over herself. Some Disney movie was on.

We grabbed Mary’s sleeping bag and ran back up stairs. “We’re doing a scientific experiment, Aunt Carol.”  Mary and Lucy call my Mom aunt even though she ain’t.

When we got to my room, we stuffed my sleeping bag inside Mary’s and put them on my bed.

Then we looked at each other. I was mostly thinking that I was finally going to see Mary naked. Mary is my height, 4’7″, and her hair is longer than mine and darker. In fact her hair is almost to her butt, and mine goes to the middle of my back. Also, Mary wears glasses with black rims. I like her eyes. They are a real dark brown. She not only looks smart, she is smart. At the restaurant she can take orders over the phone, and make change and do credit card charges. She helps me a lot with my studying for school, too. Anyway, I was sort of thinking about her and how I’d finally see her naked, and I could feel myself getting excited.

“Okay, we can keep on our stocking caps,” she said. We had put them on when we came upstairs ’cause it was so cold. “But I guess we should take everything else off.”

“Even our underpants?”

“The book says ‘remove ALL clothing’, so yeah, even our panties.”

I said okay and watched Mary take her sweater off. She was really going to undress. So I took off my sweater and watched to see if she was really going to undress more or was fooling me.

Then I watched her take off her long-sleeve purple  turtle neck shirt and her undershirt. Mary is a little heavier than me. She has a little tummy, and it looks like little boobs, but I wasn’t sure if they were real boobs or maybe just sort of baby fat. She didn’t wear a bra yet.

Now that she was topless I knew I liked them whatever they were. Her nipples were dark colored. They reminded of chocolate kisses.

While she stuffed her shirts between the sleeping bags, I took off my plaid flannel shirt, and my Super Girl undershirt. Mary took them from me and stuffed them in the sleeping bags with hers.

Then she undid her jeans and pulled them down. She had on blue cotton panties like I usually wear. I bet her Mom got them at the discount store, just like my Mom did. I bet almost every girl in town maybe had the same kind.

Mary pulled off her panties and stuffed them and her jeans between the sleeping bags. I could feel my heart beating real fast.

I was checking her out. I had really wanted to see her naked for, well, like forever. She didn’t have any hair down there either. Her pussy looked a little different than mine. More, I don’t know, more mature I guess. It looked a lot different than her little sister’s. Lucy’s pussy looked big on her, like she still had to grow into it or something.

Mary’s legs weren’t all skinny like mine either. They didn’t look as long but they were thicker, more shapely I guess.

When Mary stuck her pants and panties in the sleeping bags I got a good look at her behind. I didn’t think it was as nice as mine, but I thought it was real cute anyway, and would not have minded feeling it up. I guess I was kind of hoping that might happen since we were getting naked together and everything.

Mary stood there with her hands on her hips looking at me. She could see I was staring at her pussy.

“Come on, slow poke! It’s cold standing here naked.”

I undid my jeans and pulled them down. I had gotten some new panties from my Aunt Billie for Christmas, and I had never had any like them before.

The ones I had on were satin or something, they were real shiny and had ruffles on them. The ones I had on were bright red, and the other three that she had given me looked just like the ones I had on except they were blue, yellow, and green. I liked my regular panties better, but these were nice and warm.

“Wow, Katy! I like your sexy underpants,” Mary said as I handed her my jeans. I told her they were from my aunt.

“Okay, they look cute on you but take them off now. I’m freezing standing here.” Mary was right. We both had goosebumps all over our skin, and both of us had real hard nipples.

I pulled my panties down and off and I got a real good look at Mary’s pussy and butt as she got on the bed on all fours and stuffed the panties way down the sleeping bag. I even saw her butt hole. I liked that. Sammie’s butt hole had looked pink, but Mary’s looked like milk chocolate like her tits. I wasn’t sure about my Mom’s ’cause I had only seen her from far away under the Christmas tree lights.

Then Mary got inside the sleeping bag. She put her glasses on one of the shelves of my headboard. Well, she for sure got a real good look at my pussy as I squeezed in next to her since I had to move right by her face on my way into the sleeping bag.

We wiggled around and ended up back to back. Our bare butts were touching, and she rubbed hers on mine and said, “We’re dancing cheek to cheek.” Then she laughed. I didn’t get the joke. Mary says a lot of stuff I don’t understand. Most times I don’t ask her ’cause I don’t want her to think I’m even more stupid than she probably already thinks I am. I did like the way our behinds touching felt though.

Then she turned over so she was facing my back. Her hands touched me and I shrieked ’cause they were like ice.

“Sorry, Katy, I’m still freezing!”

“Well, um if you want to Mary, you can put your hands with mine between my thighs to warm them up.”

She did, “Oh my gosh, Mary, this is like having a snowman in bed!”

Her hands felt real cold at first, but then after we lay there awhile we started getting warm.

“Hey, Katy, um did you ever have another girl play with you down there? I have. It’s really fun.”

“Well it’s funny you asked, ’cause I did. Just this week for the first time.”

“Really!? That’s cool! Did you like it? Who was it?”

So I told Mary all about me and my cousin Sammie. Mary was very impressed we had played with each other. She has meet Sammie and thought she was cool, and liked that I had done it with a teenager.

“We did something else, too. Well I did, she didn’t get a chance to do it back to me, but she was going to.”

“What? Come on, Katy, please tell me! If you tell me, I’ll tell you who I play with, okay?”

“Okay, I licked my cousin’s pussy.”

Mary started to breathe kind of hard and her eyes opened wide as she stared at me.

“Wow! Cool! I’m not making this up just because you said you did that, but I’ve done that too. Um, I was thinking. If you want I could play with yours while I tell you who I do that with, okay?”

Well my best friend just offered to rub me off, while she told me a dirty secret. Except for having sex with my cousin, and seeing my cousin having sex with my Mom, this was the coolest thing ever to happen to me. So I said yes and tried to sound cool about it, but I don’t think I did.

Mary moved her hands out from between my legs. She put her right hand over my tits and then my tummy and moved up in the sleeping bag a little bit. She moved her hand down over my pussy. Her hand was very warm now. She bent her head down to my ear.

“You ever put your finger up inside yourself, Katy? Wow your thing is all sticky already!”

“Uh, yeah I do that sometimes. I guess I’m pretty horny. It gets that way when I am.”

Mary was moving a finger up and down my slit now. Then after doing that awhile, she put a finger inside my pussy real slow.

Then when her finger was in me. She moved her hand on my pussy, and her palm was against the bump at the top of my slit. She was moving her finger in me and her hand against me. It felt great.

“This is the way I do it to myself. Do you like it? I can do it different if you want.”

“No, I like it,” I said. “You can keep doing it just like you are. It feels real good.”  I liked that she was playing with mine just like she did her own.

“So, if you didn’t guess already the girl I rub with and lick is my sister.” I think I may have started moving myself against Mary’s hand when she said that. I had sort of guessed, but hearing her say it made me even hotter.

“I guess Lucy was four when I started to kiss her sexy like, when we were alone. She liked it. So we had lots of fun. She liked to watch me play with myself after we kissed. She started doing it too after watching me a few times, playing with herself I mean. Last summer we started playing with each other’s, and kissing while we did it sometimes too. She liked me kissing her thing, and once I got good at it, I taught her how to lick mine.”

Mary was rubbing me faster now, I was pressing my butt against her now too. I was thinking about Mary and Lucy naked together kissing and rubbing each other.

“What’s Lucy taste like?”

“Real good, like licking a candy bar but better.”

“Mary, I’m gonna come!”

She started to rub me faster and I was moving myself against her more, and then I had a real big come.

I felt so good and I started to relax, but Mary was still moving her finger in me and now her other hand was rubbing my butt. Then all of a sudden I had another come. It just happened without any warning at all, and it was even bigger than the first one. I pulled her hand off my pussy, and her finger came out of me like in slow motion. She moved her hand up and down my leg to wipe my goo off her.

“Wow, Katy! I wish we had done this years ago. I didn’t know you were so sexy. I didn’t think you would ever do anything like this.”

“Ever since we met in the first grade I wanted to see you naked. I never thought you’d do anything like this either.”

We laughed, but I think we were both really a little sad that we hadn’t messed around before this.

“You like the way I look?” she said. “I think you’re hotter. I love your ass.”

“I love the way you look,” I said.

“You want to rub mine now? Please.”

“Okay!”

We changed places so I was behind Mary and I could reach my right hand down to her pussy.

Mary was like my cousin though and she put her hand over mine till it was how she wanted it. Now it was like really hot in the sleeping bag. I stopped rubbing her pussy and said, “Would it be okay if I licked yours?”

Mary just laughed, “Yeah, sure. It’s okay if you want to.”

We got out of the sleeping bag but it was like going outside naked. We put the sleeping bag over us to stay warm, and I started to lick Mary.

It was cool to be seeing a pussy on a girl who was the same age as me almost. I mean I liked seeing Sammie’s pussy, and my Mom’s, but it was way cool to see one that was more like mine than a grownup’s.

I guess I took a long time just sort of looking at it and touching it a little ’cause Mary said, “Come on! Don’t wait all night. If you don’t want to lick it, you don’t have to, but at least come rub it some more if you don’t want to lick it.”

So I started the ABC’s on her. Well, I think by ‘G’ she had a real good come. In fact, I know she did ’cause she told me to stop. She didn’t want to kiss me afterward, either. I liked that Sammie kissed me after she came on my face, and I felt a little sorry that Mary didn’t want to.

We lay there till we started to get cold. She looked at my clock radio.

“Holy cow, Katy! It’s 10:45 already!” We got our clothes out from between the sleeping bags. We really liked looking at each other bare naked. But it was too cold, and we didn’t have time to stay that way.

We got dressed and took our sleeping bags downstairs and took turns in the bathroom before going in the living room.

Mom was watching the funny late-night guys, switching channels back and forth, and we didn’t see Lucy.

“I thought you two had fallen asleep hours ago. How did your experiment go?”

I said, “Real good,” and me and Mary couldn’t help but laugh.

Mom looked at us kind of funny and smiled. I wondered if she knew what we’d done in my bedroom. Then she said, “So did you two decide to sleep down here then?”

“Yes, Aunt Carol. Katy’s room is too cold for me, plus we can watch TV here in the living room.”

We were putting out our sleeping bags, and Mom said she would show us a trick with the bags if we wanted. We looked at each other and said okay.

Mom unzipped both our bags all the way then zipped them back up together so it was like one giant sleeping bag.

“There. Now if you girls want to you can sleep together.”

Me and Mary were both like “Cool” and we asked if we could sleep with all our clothes on. Mom didn’t know why we would want to, but she said it was okay.

We did take off our sweaters ’cause downstairs in the living room and in the sleeping bag we were pretty warm.

We had snacks and watched TV and  we saw the ball drop in Times Square in NYC. We all said, “Happy New Year!” and Mom gave us both a kiss. We asked if we could stay up and watch more TV till it was midnight here in Minnesota. Mom said we could on two conditions.

First, we had to be quiet. Mom had Lucy sleeping in her room and didn’t want us to wake her up.

The other condition was we had to stay in or on the sleeping bags, except to go to the bathroom.

We promised to be quiet and stay in the sleeping bag. Mom unplugged the Christmas tree lights and the manger lights, then handed me the TV remote.

She kissed me and Mary on the head and said, “One New Year’s is enough for me. Don’t forget to be quiet. Good night. See you next year.” She went to the bathroom then to her bedroom and shut the door.

We watched a local station and saw our New Year happen. We kissed again and wished each other Happy New Year.We watched some more TV, but we still didn’t feel sleepy.

“You think your mom’s asleep now?”

I listened, I could hear that snore sound Mom makes.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s asleep.”

“Does she sleep pretty sound?”

“Yeah, she’s hard to wake up.”

“Yeah, Lucy sleeps real sound too.”

“So?”

“So I was thinking we could kiss some more. If you feel like it.”

“I guess I do if you do.”

So we started kissing, and feeling each other’s behinds too.

We had kind of rolled back and forth on each other, and now I was lying on top of Mary. She put her hand up under my shirts and was feeling my bare back, and her other hand was sort of trying to get under my jeans, but it was over my panties.

After awhile I said to Mary, “Um, you want to get naked again?”

“Yeah! Get up on your knees, Katy.”

I did and Mary unbuttoned my shirt and took it off.

She had me lift my arms up and pulled my Super Girl t-shirt over my head and off. She took a long look at my chest and then played with my tiny hard nipples.

Mary moved in and kissed me. We French kissed and she moved one hand up and down my back and squeezed my butt with her other hand. I squeezed her butt too with both my hands.  Then she sat down while I stayed  there on my knees.

The only light was from the TV and a night light in the hall near the bathroom. Mary found a station on TV that was just a blank screen but all blue. She left it there and it made us look blue. We could see each other pretty good.

“Stand up and take off your pants,” Mary said.

I stood up. My zipper was already down, so I unbuttoned the top and pulled my jeans down and stepped out of them.

“Now take off your panties. Real slow.”

I put my fingers on the waistband and pulled them down till just my slit was still covered. I waited a couple seconds and then pushed them down to the top of my thighs. Then I let them fall around my ankles and stepped out of them. After that, I took off my socks too.

“Spread your legs apart more.”

I did. I liked the way Mary was telling me what to do for her. I liked that she liked looking at me naked. It was making me awful horny.

“Now turn your back to me. Keep your legs spread like that and touch your toes.”

I did. I could see Mary upside down now and she had her hand in her lap.

“Okay, you can stand up now.”

I did, and faced her with my legs still spread some.

Mary had her legs out straight on the sleeping bag and was sitting up sort of lying back some on her elbows.

“Now stand over me so your feet are on either side of my hips.”

I did, and her eyes were staring right at my pussy. I guess that must have been pretty close to how I saw Sammie’s pussy the night she stood over my face.

“Let me see you play with yourself now.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I couldn’t wait to rub myself. I was getting into it pretty fast. It felt so cool doing it in front of my best friend, like I had sometimes thought about doing but didn’t think would ever really happen. Yet here I was doing it for real now. I was in another world. A kind of place where I could do dirty things and it was okay ’cause my friend was thinking just like me.

“Okay! Stop! Now get down on your knees and take my shirts off.”

Mary raised her arms over her head. I took her glasses off and put them safe on the coffee table. Then I grabbed the bottom of her shirts and pulled them both off over her head. I started to feel her tiny boobies and nipples. I kissed her tits real gentle and when one tit was real wet I’d play with it while I kissed the other tit. I went back and forth like that a long time.

Mary lay down on her back. “Take the rest of my clothes off now.”

I moved down so my knees were on the outside of her knees, and I undid her jeans. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and panties and she lifted her hips so I could yank them down some. They were off her butt now though they still covered her front.

She was so pretty. I gave another hard yank and they came down to the middle of her thighs. Now I could see her pussy real good. It looked a lot like mine, except it looked sort of like someone had chewed bubble gum and then put it on her pussy, but it was her pussy, not gum. I could see it was shiny and of course everything looked mostly blue.

I pulled her jeans and panties off the rest of the way, and then her socks. We were both bare naked now.

“This is cool, Katy. We haven’t seen each other naked since last year.” Then Mary laughed, and I did too.

“Turn over Mary, I want to see your behind.”

She did.

“If you want to feel my behind up, it’s okay,” she said.

I did, and I kissed it all over too. Then she turned over on her back again.

“Now what?” she asked.

I lay down on top of her and we kissed more. She felt my bare ass up. We lay on our sides kissing, and we started rubbing our pussies on each other’s thighs and grabbing each other’s ass.

We started to play with each other. Our fingers exploring each other’s pussy. It was the coolest feeling. Like playing with yourself, but not. I loved touching her inside, and her finger in me was so good.

“Katy, I want to see you do it. Let’s watch each other, okay? Please?!”

“Okay.”

We both got on our knees kind of sitting back with our butts on the heels of our feet and our legs spread. We watched each other masturbate.

I came first but Mary was just a couple seconds behind me. We got inside the sleeping bag and just held each other for a real long time.

We took turns going to the bathroom. I went first. When Mary came back her hands and feet were cold, ’cause we both stayed naked.

I turned off the TV, and we snuggled together holding hands and fell asleep.

Chapter 6 is coming soon!

Ultimate Surrender, Chapter 4

  • Posted on April 20, 2017 at 12:34 pm

By Girl Lover

On Thursday, the next day at school, Bonnie and Jennie were both tired. All during class they exchanged knowing smiles as they each couldn’t wait for lunch to come so Jennie could tell Bonnie all about Kala. Finally, it was lunchtime and they were at their usual spot at the cafeteria table.

As they sat down, Bonnie excitedly whispered, “Well?!”

Jennie quietly squealed, “OHMYGOD! That was sooo awesome!” Leaning closer so no one could hear, she covered her mouth and whispered, “She let me touch her boobies!”

Bonnie asked, “Did she do that thing?”

“What thing?”

“You know, where she touches your missy.”

Jennie blushed as she nodded. “She kissed it!”

Bonnie asked, “Did you stick your hand in hers?!”

“No!” Jennie answered disgustedly.

“So, what did you do?”

“Well, after we got out of the hot tub…”

Bonnie gasped, “She has a hot tub?! I didn’t know that!”

“You didn’t go in it?”

“No. Me and Raven always just go to her bed.”

“It’s really nice. I wanna go in it again.”

“Me first!” Bonnie playfully pouted. “You’ve already been in it.”

“Let’s go in together!”

“Yeah! Let’s do that. This is going to be so much fun.”

Jennie agreed.

*****

That night, a little after nine, Bonnie waited with Raven and Kala in the parking lot, eagerly watching the grove of trees for Jennie. Not knowing what house she was coming from and with no way to contact her, none of them knew for sure if she would even be able to come.

Kala sighed for the third time as she sat down on one of the rocks and turned to Raven, “You don’t have to wait, you know.”

“I know,” Raven replied as she leaned against her bike.

Kala suddenly jumped up, peering at the trees, then slowly and dejectedly sat down again. They continued waiting in silence as the minutes passed by. Raven came over, saying quietly, “Hey… maybe she just couldn’t come…”

“I’m not leaving,” Kala told her firmly.

Raven went back and continued leaning against her bike, her arms around Bonnie. Several more minutes passed, then Kala stood, stared into the trees for a moment, then ran into the grove. Raven and Bonnie looked in the direction she’d run towards, and soon, off in the distance, they were able to see Jennie coming through the trees. They watched as Kala ran up to Jennie, picked her up and hugged her, then came walking back, hand in hand with the girl.

Bonnie ran over to Jennie and hugged her as Raven got on her bike and started it up.

“What happened?!” Bonnie asked.

“I had to wait for my dad to fall asleep.”

“I’m glad you were able to come.”

“Me too,” Jennie said.

Raven helped Bonnie get on her bike with her as Kala set Jennie on hers, and then together they drove back to the house with Bonnie and Jennie smiling and waving at one another as they rode along.

After pulling into the garage and getting off the bikes, Bonnie asked, “Can we go in the hot tub?”

Raven looked at her dubiously. “We?”

“All of us.”

Raven looked at Kala, who looked at Jennie, who was smiling hopefully up at her. Kala asked, “You want to go in the hot tub again?”

Jennie nodded excitedly.

“Okaaay…” Kala snickered. She opened the door to her side of the duplex and they all went in, through the living room and out onto the back patio.

Raven and Kala began to get undressed, and Bonnie joined them, taking her clothes off too. Once they were naked, Raven and Bonnie climbed in, but Kala paused, noticing that Jennie hadn’t moved.

Bonnie poked her head out of the tub, her dark hair slicked back. “Jennie?! Come on!”

Kala knelt down beside the girl. “What is it? Don’t you want to get in?”

Jennie nodded.

Confused, Kala asked, “Then why don’t you…” Kala paused, then said, “Is it because you don’t want them to see you naked?”

Another small nod.

“How ‘bout we go inside, then you can get undressed and keep a towel around you until you get in, okay?”

When Jennie smiled and nodded approvingly, Kala turned to the others, saying, “We’ll be right back.” Then she took Jennie’s hand, “Come on.”

She led Jennie inside to her bedroom. Away from prying eyes, Jennie got undressed as Kala grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the child. Now that she was feeling more comfortable, they went back outside and climbed into the hot tub. As Jennie submerged herself beneath the roiling water, Kala took the wet towel from her and dropped it onto the deck.

Still self-conscious about her nakedness, Jennie tried to keep her body below the water level, but as she and Bonnie began splashing each other, she soon forgot about that and would sometimes stand up, exposing her chest. Raven and Kala leaned back against the sides, watching the girls cavort, while lazily fingering themselves.

Bonnie, smoothing the hair from her eyes, turned to Raven. “Aren’t you going to play?”

“I am,” Raven answered matter-of-factly.

“No, you’re not. You’re just sitting there.”

“Oh, am I?” Raven asked in a teasingly aggressive voice, while slowly sinking below the surface until only her head showed then slowly moved towards Bonnie. Seeing her approach, Bonnie backed away grinning as Raven came closer like a shark, smiling hungrily. Bonnie backed into the sidewall, then quickly romped along it towards Jennie, giggling in her efforts to get away. Raven kept coming as Bonnie laughingly asked for help. “Don’t let her get me, Jennie!”

Uneasy about the way Raven was looking as she came towards her, Jennie quickly went over to Kala, hiding behind her for security while keeping her eyes on Raven. Bonnie climbed up on the bench and peeked over the edge preparing to climb out — but Raven quickly sprang up and grabbed her, crying, “Gotcha!” while Bonnie shrieked with laughter.

Lifting Bonnie up in the air as she squirmed in her efforts to get away, Raven teased, “Such a naughty little girl. I’m going to have to spank you.” Holding her around the waist with her left arm, she lightly swatted Bonnie’s naked bottom.

“Ow! Jennie, help me!” Bonnie cried out, giggling.

Though she knew this was simply a game they were playing, Raven’s aggressiveness made Jennie nervous, causing her to press up ever closer to Kala, as she kept her wary eyes on Raven. Sensing Jennie’s uneasiness, Kala brought the girl into her lap, wrapping her arms around her.

“You don’t want to play?” she asked Jennie, who, still watching the others, shook her head, frowning.

“Now I’m gonna spank you!” Bonnie shouted in defiance as she wildly swung her hand at Raven’s butt, connecting with a loud slap.

Raven looked back at Bonnie’s face in a playfully scornful way as she ran a finger along the child’s butt crack. “Oh, you are? Well, what’s this?” Raven asked as she parted Bonnie’s cheeks and gently probed her wrinkled, brown anus.

“That’s my butt!” Bonnie cried out.

“Oh, it is? Would you like me to poke my finger inside?” Raven asked, gently pushing her fingertip against it.

Bonnie’s butt cheeks clenched as she squealed, “NOOO!” and tried to block her bottom with her hands, but was unable to because of Raven’s arm.

“How about here?” Raven slid her finger down to Bonnie’s sex, then gently pushed inside, “Is this better?”

“Ooh, yeah…” Bonnie breathed out.

Raven sat down, settling Bonnie on her lap as she continued to finger her.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” Bonnie sighed as she grasped Raven’s breasts. Squeezing gently at first, her fingers would often twitch with Raven’s probing, causing her to pinch the hard nipples. Her breathing becoming heavier and more erratic as her hips involuntarily jerked from time to time.

Mesmerized, Jennie quietly asked Kala, “Did I do that with you last night?”

“Yeah.”

As Jennie turned back to watching Bonnie, she soon became aware of Kala softly rubbing her. It felt good, and when Kala’s hand slid down between her legs, she didn’t resist. Her thighs parted, allowing Kala to cup her tender, yielding sex and her middle finger to press upwards inside her.

She felt Kala’s warm breath in her ear. “Do you like this?”

Breathing harder, Jennie’s answer came out in gasps, “Yeah…” It felt incredible, better than anything. Jennie leaned back limply against the woman, still watching Bonnie’s naked body as her friend sat on Raven’s lap.

Suddenly, without warning, Raven glanced up and stared right at Jennie.

Feeling apprehensive, the girl turned to Kala, “She’s looking at me.”

“You don’t want her to?”

“I don’t want her to see me… do that…”

Kala smiled, “Okay.”

Picking Jennie up, she stepped out of the hot tub and carried her inside to the bathroom. Grabbing a fresh towel, Kala dried the shivering nine-year-old girl. “You’re cold.”

Jennie nodded while clasping her arms about her for warmth.

When she’d finished drying her off, Kala led Jennie to the bed, pulling back the blanket to let her crawl underneath. After getting under herself, she pulled the blanket over both of them. Lying on their sides, looking at one another, Kala softly cupped Jennie’s cheek with her hand, “This better?”

“Yeah,” Jennie whispered, smiling.

They cuddled for a minute, then Kala saw a thoughtful look cross Jennie’s face as she stared at her boobs. Kala said, “What is it?”

The little girl asked, “Can I… touch your… um…?”

“My tits?”

Jennie’s face turned red.

“It’s okay,” Kala told her, as she took Jennie’s hand and brought it to her chest.

Jennie’s face brightened as she began gently squeezing Kala’s breast. As she did so, Kala’s fingers lightly grazed over Jennie’s naked body, at times eliciting a giggle at a particularly ticklish spot, before finally coming to the slit between her legs.

Jennie scooted a little closer to Kala, wanting to be as close to her boobies as possible. They were so big… and more than that, they were beautiful. It didn’t make sense, but she found that they had a sort of hold on her, like she was under their spell. She traced her finger around the nipple several times, feeling the texture of the areola and the surrounding skin and pressing down on the firm nipple. Unconsciously, her head slid closer and closer till she felt the nipple touching her upper lip. She pulled back, afraid that Kala might chastise her, but she didn’t.

After a while, Jennie asked, “Did you want me to touch yours?”

“Do you want to?”

Jennie shrugged, but made no reply.

“Did you like it when I touched this?” said Kala, lightly fingering the girl’s slit.

“Yeah,” Jennie grinned.

Kala raised up onto her knees, beside Jennie, offering herself.

Jennie’s eyes bugged out of her head as she stared at Kala’s pussy. “Whoooa…” she whispered. Then she looked up. “But I don’t know what to do.”

“Touch it,” Kala told her as she reached down and ran her finger along Jennie’s sex, giving an example.

Jennie reached out and carefully began to touch. As she moved her finger slowly around the edge, she saw Kala’s clit poking out, and asked, “What’s this?”

“That’s the magic button.”

“Why is it magic?” the child asked, her voice filled with wonder.

“Because that’s what makes you feel really good.”

Jennie looked at it, then asked, “Do I have a magic button?”

Snickering at her cuteness, Kala said, “Yeah, all girls do.”

Jennie sat up, peering down at herself. “Where’s mine?”

Kala leaned over and spread apart the lips of Jennie’s vulva, then poked, “Right here. Feel it?”

“Yeah.”

“Feels good, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Kala sat back on her knees, casually rubbing her own clit. Seeing how Jennie was watching her, she teased, “You wanna kiss it?”

Jennie made a disagreeable face. “Uh-uh. It’ll taste like pee.”

Kala grinned, thinking, God, she is so cute! Reaching over, she tickled Jennie’s sex softly, “Put your fingers inside me and tickle like this.”

Jennie stuck three of her fingers into Kala’s pussy about an inch.

“A little more,” Kala encouraged her.

The girl pushed her fingers deeper inside, exclaiming, “Ooh, it’s all wet. Now what do I do?”

“Tickle it.”

She tried to move her fingers, but they were squeezed too tightly, “I can’t.”

“Just keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Moving your hand like that.”

“Okaaay…” Jennie murmured, not seeing what good it would do.

Kala’s breathing slowed and deepened as she luxuriated in the little twinges of pleasure this was giving her. After a minute, she sighed, “That feels good.”

“It does?” Jennie asked.

“Yeah. Keep doing that.”

Kala reached down and massaged her clit, all the while keeping her eyes on Jennie. Her adorable little face added so much to the pleasure. It was so animated as her hand explored Kala’s pussy in an awkward, clumsy way, as if she was sticking it in a mouse hole, trying to find the mouse that was inside.

“What are you doing?” Jennie asked.

“Playing with the magic button,” Kala smirked. “Keep moving your hand,” she reminded her.

As Jennie watched, Kala began moaning and panting and shuddering, and then suddenly her body tensed up as she groaned very loudly. Jennie’s hand felt wet, and when she pulled it out, she looked at it in disgust, exclaiming, “Eeewww, you peed on me.”

Still breathing heavily, Kala lay down next to the girl, propped up on an elbow with her head beside Jennie’s lap. “It’s not pee. It’s… kinda like water,” she said.

Jennie sniffed her hand. “It smells funny.”

Rolling her eyes, Kala lightly stroked Jennie’s sex. Gently pushing a finger inside, she again saw the bright pink within. Using her thumbs to spread the lips apart, she admired how beautiful and small it was, then leaning over, she kissed it. Keeping her mouth over it, her tongue flicked out to taste the girl’s nectar.

Jennie’s hips squirmed as she laughed, “That tickles!”

Kala smiled and kissed her again, then Jennie asked, “Why do you do that?!”

“Because I like kissing you down here,” the woman smirked.

“Does it taste like pee?”

“Nuh-uh,” Kala mumbled as she continued licking Jennie’s sweetness and casually glided her fingers along the sides of her body, drawing out little moans and sighs from the girl. Soon, she felt Jennie’s hands grabbing her head, trying to pull it into her.

As Kala flicked the tiny clit with her tongue, Jennie’s hips began bucking and with a loud squeal, “EEEEEeeee…” her hips thrust up into Kala’s mouth. Then she collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.

*****

Back in the hot tub, Bonnie was sitting on Raven’s lap facing her, fully absorbed with her boobs. She couldn’t stop squeezing and making them jiggle. “Will mine get this big?” she asked.

“There’s no way to know.”

“I hope they do. I want really big boobs.”

“A lot of people think boobs make the girl. But don’t think that bigger boobs will make you more attractive or more popular. All it’ll do is bring a lot of unwelcome attention.”

“What’s that mean?” Bonnie asked.

“It means a lot of people will like you only for your big boobs and not for yourself.”

Bonnie held Raven’s nipples as she shook the breasts back and forth, then said, “I still wish I had boobs.”

“I like you the way you are,” Raven smiled. “It doesn’t matter if you have boobs or not.”

Her hand reached up and brushed over the top of Bonnie’s head as she stared into her eyes, those same eyes that drew her in three days ago at Leather & Lace. The same ones that were drawing her in now with their twinkling. She leaned forward and kissed her.

Bonnie wasn’t expecting a kiss, but when it happened, she welcomed it. She really liked kissing Raven. It gave her a warm feeling inside.

When Raven finished the kiss, she lifted Bonnie by her armpits up onto the deck that surrounded the tub, so her legs dangled in the warm water. Situating herself between the child’s legs, she slowly pushed her face into Bonnie’s sex and kissed her there. Using her tongue to burrow past the puffy lips, she pushed her tongue in and swirled it around inside as Bonnie watched dumbfounded.

To Bonnie, it was shocking to see, but it felt so good. She leaned back, resting her hands on the deck, and spread her legs farther apart, watching Raven press her mouth against her, kissing and sucking and licking. As the feelings Raven was giving her caused the girl to relax, she lay down all the way and stared up at the night-sky. She felt Raven pushing her legs open still wider then raising her hips, hands under her bottom. Bonnie’s breathing deepened as she grasped the sides of her head from little jolts that seemed to wrack her entire body.

Then, it hit her. The unbelievably intense feeling that totally consumed her. Her limbs contracting unconsciously, a wail suddenly erupted from the girl’s mouth, “UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH…”

The woman held her tightly, licking and licking, so long that Bonnie’s muscles ached from the stiffness. As Raven slowly released her, Bonnie kept twitching momentarily until finally she lay still, completely exhausted and gasping for breath.

Raven watched as the girl recovered. No matter how many times she seen Bonnie come, it was always the most amazing thing, completely unlike any other orgasm she had ever witnessed. She softly stroked Bonnie’s cheek as the child lay there panting. Eventually, her breathing slowed and, to Raven’s amazement, a soft snoring came from her.

Laughing quietly so as not to wake her up, Raven shook her head in disbelief, Why does she fall asleep every time?

“And I didn’t even get any,” she muttered under her breath. Not that she minded. Giving Bonnie so much pleasure more than made up for not coming herself.

“Bonnie…” Gently she raised the girl up, eyes still closed. “Bonnie…”

Her eyes blinked open. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah, I need to take you home.”

“Nooo, I want to have sex again,” she begged sleepily. “Lemme stay just a little bit longer, pleaaaase…?”

It’s so hard to say no, Raven thought to herself, then told her, “Okay, but let’s get out and dry off.”

They climbed out of the hot tub and dried off, then went inside Raven’s house. Bonnie ran to the bedroom and jumped onto the bed, scrambling underneath the covers as the woman walked in behind her.

“You certainly are awake now,” Raven smirked.

Bonnie grinned at her from under the blanket, with only her face peeking out. “I can’t help it. I love sex.”

“Me too,” Raven agreed, pulling back the blanket and crawling in beside the girl. She kissed her as she reached over and rolled Bonnie on top of her. As they smiled at one another, Raven’s hands cupped the child’s tiny bottom, squeezing it while Bonnie’s legs fell on either side of Raven’s leg. Raven rocked Bonnie’s hips back and forth along her thigh, causing both of them to moan softly at the little tingles that emanated from the jostling.

“That feels good,” Bonnie said quietly.

“Yeah,” Raven agreed. Bonnie’s upper leg was pressed tight against her pussy while Raven’s hands were pulling Bonnie against it. Raven kept this up, going on relentlessly, rocking the girl on her thigh until the muscles in her arms burned and they were both sweaty and out of breath — but it felt too good to stop.

“Raven?” Bonnie squeaked, nearly breathless.

“Yeah?”

“I can… I can feel it…”

Her voice sounded strained. Raven could feel it too. She gasped, her legs clenching as her hips quivered.

Bonnie’s eyes squeezed tightly shut as she cried out, “Aaaaiiiggghhh…”

Seeing this incredible sight pushed Raven over the edge, “Oh fuck! Oh f-fuck!” Her orgasm burst forth as she ground Bonnie’s leg into her pussy, smearing her girl cum all over it.

Then, as Bonnie collapsed on top of her and her own orgasm passed, Raven’s arms fell to her sides. They were sore, and it felt as if she had run a marathon, but it had been worth it. She was going to sleep good tonight.

Speaking of which, she looked at Bonnie. Her head was resting on her chest and her face was turned away. Raven couldn’t tell if her eyes were closed, but she assumed she was probably asleep again. Not wanting to wake her up just yet, she wrapped her arms around the little girl, softly rubbing her back.

After a minute, Bonnie spoke, “That was great.” Her voice sounded tired, but content.

In a few minutes more, she said, “Raven?”

“Hmmm?”

“Is what we’re doing wrong?” Bonnie raised her head so she was looking at Raven. “Us having sex, I mean? Cuz I really like it.”

Raven stroked Bonnie’s hair. “People think it’s wrong.”

“But why would they?”

“Because they’re afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“But you don’t. And besides, I want to do it,” Bonnie said.

“I know, but people will still think that I’m making you.”

“Well, I’ll just tell them you’re not.”

“If it were only that easy,” Raven chuckled. “I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to convince anybody, though, and that’s why we need to keep this a secret.”

Raven continued to rub her back and run her fingers through her hair, enjoying the intimate moment.

Bonnie interrupted her thoughts. “What happened to your arm?”

Raven looked to see Bonnie examining the two-inch scar on the underside of her wrist. Raven’s smile faded as she quickly laid her arm down on the bed, hiding the scar.

Bonnie pulled her own leg up and pointed to a scar just above her knee, “I got this falling out of a tree. I had to go to the hospital and get stitches. Did you have to get stitches?”

The woman’s voice was flat. “No. It was nothing. I should take you home now.”

Bonnie groaned, “Awww…”

Raven went to the patio to retrieve their clothes as Bonnie begrudgingly got out of bed. They got dressed and Raven drove her home. As they stood outside Bonnie’s bedroom window, they kissed, and then Raven helped Bonnie climb back inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” Bonnie told her. ”Goodnight.”

“Tomorrow. Goodnight.”

*****

A light snore issued from Jennie as she slept. Kala snuggled beside her, leaning on an elbow, watching her sleep. She couldn’t bear to wake the young girl, almost as if that would be wrong. Something about seeing someone so at peace filled Kala with a contentment she had never known before.

Several minutes later, Jennie’s eyes slowly blinked, then came open. Turning her head, she saw Kala smiling at her. “What happened…?” she asked groggily.

Kala chuckled. She couldn’t help it.

Jennie looked at her confusedly. “What’s so funny?”

“You. I think I need to take you back home now. I’ll get your clothes.” Kala got out of the bed and handed Jennie her things, then got dressed herself.

After pulling on her clothes, Jennie asked, “Can I have something to drink?”

Kala, checking her phone, said, “Sure. There’s some milk in the fridge. Help yourself.”

Jennie walked out to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Taking out the jug of milk, she set it on the table and looked around for a cup. Not seeing any, she reached up and opened one of the cabinet doors. There, she saw some small glasses, and standing on her tip-toes, managed to grab one. Bringing it over, she awkwardly picked up the heavy jug of milk with both hands and tried to pour it into the glass.

The milk suddenly surged forth, sloshing into the glass and knocking it off the table. It fell, splashing and shattering on the floor below. The suddenness and noise startled Jennie, causing the jug to slip from her fingers. It bounced off the edge of the table and also fell on the floor, spilling out milk into a great, white puddle.

Her eyes wide with fright, Jennie began trembling with fear as she slowly backed away until she was cringing against the stove with Kala’s voice calling out, “Jennie — what happened?”

Kala stepped to her bedroom door and looked towards the kitchen. “Jennie…?”

Not hearing any answer, she walked into the kitchen. There, she saw the spilt milk, the broken glass, and Jennie cowering in the corner, with terror written all over her face. Kala quickly strode over and took the girl in her arms, holding her close.

Jennie’s quaking voice whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Rubbing her back, Kala reassured her, “Shhh… it’s okay… I’m not mad.”

Kala got up and slowly walked into the living room, carrying the child, not clear why she was so alarmed. Kala looked at the tears welling up in Jennie’s eyes. Then she realized: it wasn’t just alarm on Jennie’s face, it was fear. Kala whispered tenderly, “Hey… you didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”

Jennie nodded sadly and Kala sat down with her on the couch, petting and soothing.

A minute later, she returned to the kitchen, picked up the half-empty jug and poured a glass of milk, which she took to Jennie. As she was cleaning up the milk and the broken pieces of glass, Kala wondered how someone could be so terrified over simply breaking a glass and spilling some milk.

When they were both ready to go, Kala drove Jennie back to the parking lot. After stopping the bike, Kala set the girl down, then got off. Jennie seemed to be alright, but still slightly sad.

“Jennie?” Kala said. “Let me walk you home, okay? I really don’t like you walking by yourself.”

“It’s not far.”

Kala took her hand and started walking towards the grove of trees. “But I want—”

“No, don’t!” Jennie cried out, agitated.

Stunned, Kala looked at her for a few seconds. “Well, okay… as long as it’s not far.”

Then she knelt down and kissed the girl, saying, “I had a lot of fun. I really like being with you. And please don’t worry about spilling that milk. It was just an accident.”

“Okay,” Jennie said quietly.

“Can you come over again tomorrow night?”

“I’ll try.”

“I’ll be here waiting.”

Kissing her once more, Kala stood up.

Jennie’s shoulders sank as turned and walked off into the trees, soon disappearing from view. Kala stared after her for several seconds, then went back home.

*****

KNOCK – KNOCK – KNOCK

Raven opened the door, then walked back through the kitchen to the living room, asking, “How was Jennie?”

Kala followed her in. “Fucking incredible.”

Raven sat in the recliner and took a sip of the beer she’d been drinking, “Told ya.”

After getting a beer from the fridge, Kala plopped down on the couch. “Jinx called earlier today. Said she hadn’t seen you at the club the last few nights.”

Raven shrugged, shaking her head. “I used to go there every night. Pick up curious college chicks, horny moms on business trips, you know…”

She took another sip of her beer and paused for a bit. “Now, all I want is Bonnie.” She looked at Kala, “She’s sorta like a drug. I mean, all I do is think about her. No one else, just her.”

“Same with me,” Kala agreed.

They were both quiet for a while, then Kala said, “There’s something odd about Jennie, though. It’s like… she’s scared of something.”

“She’s nine. Nine-year-olds are scared of everything.”

“No, it’s… something more. I don’t know what.”

Continue on to Chapter 5

A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 9

  • Posted on April 19, 2017 at 3:08 pm

By Sunnybunny

Destroying the phone helped to allow Heather a sense of security but it was fleeting at best.

With one ring, a single chorus of a Katy Perry hit, a ticking clock had been fixed over her head and time was not on her side. Richard had tracked her this far and even without anything further to trace, he was closing in faster than she could ever have imagined. He knew the state, had deduced she was hiding out in the middle of the desert, only a matter of time before he stumbled upon the right road atlas that would point him in the direction of a little hamlet in the middle of the huge empty expanse of wasteland. Suddenly, all of the most attractive features of Oasis were working against Heather: the isolated location with the nearest town hours away, the lack of law enforcement. Limited places to stay drew the noose tighter around her throat.

She paced the length of her room, hands flexing and relaxing at her side as she tried to concoct a plan of action. Find the money was priority one, naturally, but with no new leads to follow, a backup was necessary. For the first time since realizing the money was missing, Heather had to resolve herself to the idea of leaving it behind. The notion made her tremble with rage at the individual who had stolen it, so angry that she had to scream as loud and hard as she could into a pillow more than once until it was all out and she was hoarse with the effort. To leave it behind meant there would be harder times ahead. With no money to afford a new identity, Heather would always be looking over her shoulder, watching and waiting for one of Richard’s… ‘business partners’ to come knocking at her door. Her living conditions would leave much to be desired, meaning she would be holed up in a shady neighborhood, and who would possibly notice if one little, stupid white girl went missing?

She upended her bags onto the bed and scattered loose change and crumpled dollar bills, the last of the money she had brought from the old life. Adding in the cash she had earned from the diner only added up to a couple hundred bucks. By her loose calculations and if she skimped, it might be enough to get out to California. Forget food and a place to stay once she got there, the desert would swallow the last of her finances up. The new identity, the life she had promised herself before stealing away in the middle of the night, would evaporate, withering and dying before her eyes. Never in her life had she felt as helpless.

Heather impulsively reached beneath her pillows for Angie’s panties and cradled them to her chest, Linus with his security blanket. She held them while she walked, passing them from hand to hand like an indecisive pitcher. She raised them to her nose again for what must have been the one hundredth time, becoming as familiar with the fragrance of Angie’s sex as she was her own, wondering if she should care how much comfort such a naughty item was providing her.

They took her mind inevitably back to the Angie problem, and she wondered how the girl would react to the news of Heather’s imminent departure. Disappointment was easy to imagine, but what had she expected? Heather had made no secret of her intention to leave as soon as possible. Angie would just have to understand. She was certainly mature enough to know that sometimes life just is not fair. It takes your mother right from underneath your nose, turns your father into an alcoholic and every so often, just for an added kick in the teeth, it steals your crushes too.

Then she wondered if she should even tell Angie, but that was dismissed just as quickly as it had come. It would not be fair, Heather decided, to treat the girl that way. The truth — Heather owed her that much. Angie was a good kid. Troubled and misguided, but a good kid, forced to grow up too fast in a big, screwed up world. Her heart certainly went out to the poor child and maybe, in another time, in another life… under different circumstances…

She dropped back into her spot at the edge of the bed, rolling the underwear into a tight ball between her knees. Knowing that she was leaving soon was making entertaining the idea of her and Angie exploring… whatever there was between them so much easier. It was all fantasy, after all. Pictures in her head, and what was so wrong with it if she kept it just in pictures?

Heather had dated around in high school and college, favoring neither sex over the other and had always identified as bisexual with a strong leaning toward men. She conjured up those old dates with her exes and tried to transplant Angie into the role of her crushes, but it was all wrong. She did not fit into meeting up outside a movie theater on a rainy day. She was all wrong for crowding up onto the bar after an unbelievably loud Counting Crows concert for a few rounds of beer.

Nothing worked, even in the confines of her imagination where literally anything was possible. Heather could not reconcile the monumental age gap between them. She and Angie would never be able to scrunch up together beneath a beach umbrella and share a smoothie without arousing suspicion. She could never lean in and kiss Angie without first making sure that nobody was looking their way. Heather could not invite any friends or family to meet her new girlfriend. Their entire relationship would be a carefully guarded secret with dire consequences if it were ever discovered until Angie was much older, and that opened even more problems down the road. Their age difference would grow more pronounced as time went on.

They were standing on either side of a fifteen-year chasm. When Heather turned 40, she would be ‘over the hill’ with Angie only 25 and wrapping up college. When she turned 60, the girl would be 45, middle-aged, while her girlfriend had just plain AGED. Then as she grew even older? Would Angie cart her around in a wheel chair during their last remaining years together before checking Heather into a retirement center?

Nothing in the scenario gelled and at last she was able to put the thoughts away, along with the child’s panties, hiding it all beneath the stack of pillows on her bed.

She would need a weapon of some kind. A gun would be ideal, but where to get one? She supposed she could ask Walter, but that would lead to the inevitable question of why Heather felt she would ever need home protection in Oasis. The poor doofus would probably insist that if anyone did her harm, he would come running to her rescue. She did not doubt for a second he would, but one old motel manager against the likes of men Richard would be sending to collect her…

As for the other acquaintances she had made around town, she could only think of one that would answer her question without a full scale inquisition.

All roads lead to Angie, she thought.

The child usually came into the diner around noon, riding into town with her father and helping him open the garage. Mama Maven was always ready with a piece of pie set out on a platter with a little flag jutting out of the wedge reading ‘Reserved for Angela.’ Heather made it a point to probe the girl for information the very next time she saw her and yes, make concrete her intentions to leave Oasis as soon as humanly possible. She would spare the girl the worst of the details. No use in dragging her into the quagmire of Heather’s mistakes. Perhaps Angie will see that it’s all for the best.

A girl can hope anyway…

Heather did not sleep that night. She tossed and turned until the sheets were a tangle around her legs. Her mind and heart racing, imagination in overdrive, and every rustle of wind or bouncing tumbleweed was an army of assassins coming to burst into her bedroom with guns blazing. How many times had she roused herself from near sleep to check the latches on the door?

She turned the television on, hoping the noise would be enough of a distraction to lull her to sleep. When that failed, she took a warm shower. Lay down again. Found Angie’s panties beneath her pillow again and tried masturbating, all in vain.

When six a.m. came, she rolled into work looking haggard and immediately set herself upon the coffee pot.

The morning dragged and more than once she found herself dozing at her post behind the counter. To keep herself from toppling over and causing an insurance nightmare, Heather snatched up her coffee cup and wandered over to the busted-up juke box in the corner. She reached out and traced a finger on the glass that housed the record collection and it came away coated in grey fluff.

“She’s a real beauty, huh?”

Mama Maven was leaning out of the kitchen, elbows propped up on the counter, looking into the diner. A streak of flower bisected her forehead where she had wiped at sweat.

“Sure is. What’s wrong with it?”

Maven shrugged. “I ain’t a mechanic. It’s been busted for years now and old Travis Lawrence — you know, Angie’s daddy? He’s been in a few times to try and get her up and runnin’ again. Keeps going on about needing new parts for this and that, so I order ‘em and there they sit.” She pointed to a jumble of metal contraptions laid out in a neat row atop an oily rag. “He’ll come in and tinker around with it from time to time still, but this place ain’t been a proper sock hop in too long.” She smiled, spying how intensely Heather was eyeing the parts. “Think you can fix her up for me? There’s a bonus in your pay if you do!”

It was a welcome distraction.

How long had it been since Heather had gotten her hands dirty? She used to love getting under the hood or crawl around underneath the Mustang. Heather could spend hours in the garage without even realizing it, completely lost in her wonderland of gears and motor oil. She would emerge from the rabbit hole with her coveralls covered in grease and dirt from the garage floor to find that the sun had long since set, but that hardly mattered. She was at home there, with wrench and sockets in hand, at one with her machines.

The juke box was a far cry from her car or even the small appliances she was used to repairing, but to the man’s credit, Angie’s father had managed to either fix the damage or get it far enough along that it worked as a sort of road map for Heather to follow.

It wasn’t perfect. The diner floor was a poor substitute for her garage, Angie’s dad’s tools were in the poorest condition, and Heather preferred music blasting as loud and fast as it could manage, but enough of that old magic returned. Her fingers seemed to work independently of her, fastening and tightening the components into place as if she had been repairing juke boxes her entire life. For the first time in ages, she was beginning to feel like her old self again. The person who paced around a crummy motel room in the middle of the night was a stranger. Some alien pod that had overtaken Heather upon arrival. Her nerves settled and her heart slowed to a comfortable tempo, and at last her mind was free from distraction. Richard’s threat was still very much on her mind but no longer at the forefront. She relocated unhelpful thoughts to a dark corner where they could hiss and spit and grumble, leaving her undisturbed for a short time.

Patrons drifted in and out of the diner, but it was abundantly clear that Heather was too distracted and completely oblivious to their arrival. Mama Maven raised no objection, however, and continued to run both sides of the house as she had done for close to sixty years. The sight was a queer one to be sure and raised many a question. Not that the new waitress was fixing the long-thought-lost juke box, but because someone was bothering to try at all!

All attempts to steal Heather’s attention away from the job were woefully ignored. They did not bear her any ill will, simply chuckled and shook their heads, quietly wishing they could lose themselves in something they enjoyed so.

When Heather finally stood up and rubbed the feeling back into her knees, the sun was setting. The mountains were on fire again, the heat from those flames warming the interior of the diner. She found Mama Maven leaning heavily over the register, elbows folded and smiling over at Heather in her grandmotherly way. Her smile was always full of sincere warmth that never failed to reach her eyes. They were the kindest Heather had ever seen.

“I think she’s all ready to go.” Heather offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what, honey? Working during your shift? If Chubby Checker plays in this diner again, whatever you think needs to be forgiven is forgave!” Maven tossed something at Heather.

She caught it in mid-air, turned her palm over to reveal the shining face of a quarter. Heather had never been more pleased to see General George Washington’s profile before and hastily crammed the coin into the player. The buttons clicked, once for the row, twice for the record, a third time for the track. A mechanical arm wiped forward and plucked the black discus from the row and settled it in the middle of the display.

A tense moment followed where the speaker crackled and hissed with age, and Heather imagined the coils and wires beginning to heat up until they were red hot and threatening to blow apart like ruptured veins. Then the hush was shattered by Chubby Checker’s baritone vocals, commanding that they do the twist.

Mama Maven let out a cry of elation and hustled around the counter, arms thrown open to the heavens. “You did it, child! You did it! Praise the Lord, Heather, you fixed it!”

Before Heather could object, Maven took her by the arm and pulled her to the middle of the floor. Despite her advanced years, the woman could still twist like a girl a quarter of her age! Heather broke up into laughter and joined in the best she could, swishing her hips into tight descent to the floor to work out the stiffness in her joints, both singing along to the lyrics. They danced the twist until Heather was out of breath, but Maven was far from done. With grace that defied her appearance, she had not even broken a sweat.

“Forgive me, girl, but I was beginning to think that damn thing would never be fixed, that I’d live out my final days without ever hearing that old juke play again, and here you come in and just…” She trailed off, looking to be so full of joy she would burst apart from all the love in her heart. She took Heather by the hands and stopped dancing long enough to thank her again and again with tears shining in her crow’s feet. “I’ll never be able to repay you for this. There ain’t no amount of money that could match this feeling. Do you know what I mean, girl? You are a blessed angel!”

“Do you mind if I cut in?”

They turned as one toward the door and found Angie peeking her head through, the rest of her half in and half out. The sunset filtering in through from behind the girl gave her a scarlet radiance, and she was dazzling in that moment. So ethereal, like a heavenly body come to Earth, too beautiful to look at fully without risking blindness. The light accented her attire, lit it ablaze, and with the empty expanse of desert just behind her…

“Well, if it isn’t our beautiful desert rose! Come on in, Angie, you are just in time for the celebration!” She was waving the girl in with great windmill motions of her hands. “Heather got the old juke box playing again!”

“I can see that!” Angie had to shout over the music to be heard.

Maven drew the child onto the impromptu dance floor and swung her arms about, coaxing a jig from her, and soon they were all three dancing together. It was a clumsy sort of party. They frequently bumped into one another and fell out of sync with the beat from all the laughter, but that hardly mattered. The records continued to spin until the sun had vanished completely and the tranquil evenings that had cursed Oasis for too many years was broken.

“This calls for something special,” Maven announced suddenly. “My famous homemade malt milk shakes!”

Angie hopped up and down on the spot, pumping her arms like a cheerleader. “YES!”

“You two just sit tight and I’ll be back with the best ice cream you’ve ever had!” She hustled out of the room, light as air on her feet, and vanished behind the swinging door.

Alone together again.

The two of them exchanged a wary look, wondering what the other was thinking but finding out exactly that in just a glance. They only had a moment before Maven would return.

Angie rushed into her arms and Heather scooped her up at once. Their lips met a heartbeat later.

All roads lead to Angie…

“Heather I missed you so much!” Angie whispered each word between small kisses. “I wanted to come see you so bad, just so bad, but I knew there was just so much –!”

Heather silenced her with a longer kiss, forcing the girls mouth to slow until the only noise was the faint murmur of their embrace. Their time was running out, and when Heather drew the girl away, it felt like a knife being pulled from her heart. She smiled through the pain, coaxing one from Angie.

“I’ve had time to think,” Heather explained, standing up and straightening her shirt. She was still a little flushed, could feel her cheeks burning, but little could be done about that now. She had so much to say but so very little time to say it. She opted for an abridged version. “There is so much going on with me, Angie… things you could not possibly begin to understand. The only thing that does make sense to me right now is you. How I feel about you is the most un-fucked up thing I’m dealing with right now, and yeah, I know how fucked up that must sound. What I’m getting at is –”

“Here they are!” Mama pushed through the swinging double doors with her back, turning slowly with a large tray between her hands and three tall glasses balanced there, piled high with ice cream and topped with silver spoons. “Who wants ice cream?!”

Chapter 10 is coming soon!

Titty’s a Naughty Girl

  • Posted on April 18, 2017 at 5:52 pm

By Misty Meadow

My niece Titania has been a naughty, naughty girl! I might have to spank her.

My sister, never the sharpest pencil in the box, named her daughter after the queen of the fairies in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, utterly mindless of the fact that the other kids would inevitably call her “Titty”. What on earth was she thinking?

Titty’s staying with me for the summer, and we’re having a whole lot of fun.

I want you to take a moment and picture an eleven-year-old girl with one of those long slender bodies that one day will blossom into the elegant frame of a supermodel, ballet dancer, or film star — the kind of young woman who’ll be able to eat anything she likes and never put on an ounce. Imagine chestnut-brown hair flowing down past her shoulders, huge eyes with long lashes, a darling little nose, and a mouth that just begs to be kissed.

Now, in your mind, dress her — not in jeans or leggings, as most kids seem to wear these days, but in a light summer dress, dangerously short, and underneath… well, we’ll get to that later. Add the cutest bare feet you ever saw and you’ll have some idea of what Titty looks like.

Leaving her naughtiness aside for the moment, for her, puberty is still over the horizon. Her breasts have yet to bud, and her underarms are still baby-smooth. She’s just a little girl with the innocence, the naïveté and the vulnerability of a child — on the face of it, that is.

But when you get to know her, you start to sense an undercurrent of sexuality, a precociousness that her appearance belies. Here’s a girl who, in her little girl’s short dress, takes advantage of every gust of wind, every chance to do a cartwheel, every opportunity to seat herself with legs carelessly spread — any way she can find to give you at least a glimpse at her white cotton knickers. And when you get to know Titty better, that’s when she’ll blatantly expose her undies to you.

It soon becomes evident that habits like squatting halfway up the stairs with her knees widely parted, climbing trees, or hanging upside down from the playground monkey bars are driven by a desire to break the rules and show herself off, while maintaining a facade of “carelessness”. But deep down, Titty knows full well what a naughty girl she is.

To be honest, I’m pretty wicked myself, in that I let my niece do pretty much anything she likes. She’s quickly learned that no matter how lewdly she behaves, I won’t tell her off. I love Titty too much to ever be angry with her. Which means that as the days have gone by, her behaviour has become more and more — well, I keep calling it naughty, but I think provocative is also an ideal description.

*****

When I was Titty’s age, I’d been told that I should never let anyone see my knickers. It was wrong, rude and unladylike. But I did anyhow — to other girls at school, to my Uncle Bob, to my music teacher, to the two ladies who lived next door and countless others. It gave me a little thrill to “accidentally” expose my white cotton underwear, knowing that people were looking and enjoying it. Mum scolded me, but I didn’t stop.

My favourite audience was my babysitter, a tomboy of fourteen who didn’t mind that I sat sprawled with my thighs parted, who held my legs up when I did handstands, who peeped round the bathroom door when I peed and watched me, transfixed, as I undressed for my shower. She taught me that I should never feel ashamed of my body, that it was beautiful… and showing it to someone who appreciated it was not just permissible, it was practically a duty.

And so it wasn’t long before we’d both be naked for the whole evening, each eager to show off and admire one another. She had beautiful breasts and would let me… well, I’m digressing.

*****

Not content with merely giving me a nice “upskirt”, Titty invariably leaves the bathroom door wide open when she pees, smiling at me as I walk past and look in. She blunders into my bedroom when I’ve come home from work and am changing into something comfortable, staring at me unabashedly as I stand in front of the mirror in my knickers, wondering what to wear. Sometimes she’ll take me by the hand and pull me into her room, “so we can talk”, as she strips off her dress and looks at her own image in the mirrored closet doors.

One time, she pulled her knickers down to her thighs and said, “Aunty, look at my cunt.” She’s started talking dirty of late, and I love it. “I think my lips are growing in. Show me yours, okay?”

Trying to conceal my excitement, I tugged my knickers down and let her look. She dropped to her knees and inspected it closely. “So that’s your clit,” she said. “I’ve been reading about clits. It’s where orgasms come from, it says on the internet.” She peers up at me, licking her lips. “Can I touch it?”

“Certainly not! Little girls aren’t supposed to touch their aunt’s private parts.” I left my knickers down at my ankles, because letting her look at my cunt was making my heart race.

“You can touch mine. I don’t mind.” She gave me a secretive smile as she added, “I touch it myself in bed at night. It feels so good!”

I patted her on the shoulder to let her know I didn’t disapprove, then pulled my knickers up.

It wasn’t Titty’s cunt in itself that aroused me. After all, it’s just a vertical slit in a hairless mound, much like any other little girl’s sex. What really got my motor purring was the manner in which she showed it off to me — deliberately, lewdly, provocatively.

And her carefully contrived accidents in front of others, such as my neighbours or dinner guests, somehow aroused me even more. When my friends, trying and failing to conceal their interest, sneak looks at her, I get a different kind of excitement, a kind of exhibitionist-voyeuristic thrill that’s hard to explain.

Lately, she’s been stepping uninvited into the shower with me, offering to soap my back. Then she’ll say, “Do my back now, Aunty.” When I do, I can’t resist lathering her sweet little bum cheeks.

One hot afternoon I was taking a nap, lying naked on top of the bed. Without knocking, she came into the room and sat on the bed, eyeing my body up and down.

“My art teacher says the female form is one of the most beautiful things in the world, and I think I agree. Not fat people, though — just nice slender women like you, Aunty.”

I can’t help but smile. “And you, my sweet.”

She makes a face. “But I don’t have any tits, not like you.” At that moment, with gravity flattening my tiny breasts, it seemed I didn’t either. “Look.” She peeled her long t-shirt off, revealing that I’d been mistaken in my assumption that she’d been wearing her micro shorts underneath. In fact, all she had on was her cotton knickers. “See? I’m flat as a board.”

“But you are beautiful, Titty… and I’d love you even if you weren’t.”

Without warning, she leaned over me, reaching out to cup my right boob, then took my nipple between finger and thumb and rolled and pinched it. I gasped, not with surprise, but with pleasure, thrilled that she was taking her wanton behavior to a whole new level.

She looked at me and smiled. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Oh, Titty, you sexy little tease. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Just lie there. Don’t move. I wanna try something.” Lying down beside me, she began to run her fingertips over my whole body with a featherlike touch — circling my breasts, running down to my tummy and beyond, lightly brushing my cunt lips on her way to my thighs, then up the inside of my legs, briefly stroking my sex again on her way up to my tits, where she played with my nipples. She repeated the whole journey several times, lingering longer at my cunt with each pass. I was amazed and delighted by her sudden boldness.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Jesus, Titty, you’re turning me into a lesbian.”

“Huh. I thought you already were one! I wanna be a lez when I grow up. Boys suck, but girls are exciting.” Truth is, I am gay, but I’d never actually told her.

I couldn’t remain passive for one more minute. “You’ve got me so turned on, Titty. Lie down and let me play with you for awhile.”

She let me take her knickers off, a delicious moment in itself. Stroking her skinny child’s body was, if anything, more thrilling than letting her do it to me. Her little nipples hardened perceptibly when I tweaked them, and she hummed with pleasure as ran my fingers over her bald mound to caress her little girl’s slit. Titty’s legs parted invitingly as my hand lingered there and so I pressed the length of my finger along that narrow canyon, sliding it gently up and down.

“Push it in,” she whispered.

My middle finger went all the way into her cunt with no resistance. She was surprisingly wet. Her hips rose to meet my hand as I bent down to kiss her on the lips.

I felt her hand slide down my tummy and between my legs, and the instant her finger brushed my clit, I came without warning, my whole body throbbing with lust.

No two ways about it — my niece is a very naughty girl.

*****

“It’s a beautiful day, Titty. Let’s have a picnic,” I suggest.

“Like where?” asks Titty.

“D’you know that hay field on the other side of Badger’s Wood, the one with the long grass and all those wild flowers? There’s a big oak tree in one corner to give us shade, and I bet you could probably climb it. I’ll pack some lunch and we’ll take a blanket. We could have a lot of fun in the long grass.” I give my niece a certain look that makes it very clear what I mean by “fun”.

“Sounds good. I’m gonna wear that short sundress that you like.” She runs upstairs and I follow.

In her bedroom, she strips everything off and stands before me completely naked, hands on hips, looking for her dress in the closet. Finding it, Titty pulls it on over her head. It’s made of very flimsy cotton and barely covers her bum. I expect her to put a clean pair of knickers on but no, she doesn’t. I look at her, an eyebrow raised.

“I’m not gonna wear any knickers,” she announces.

“But we’ll be walking through the village, dear… and there’s quite a breeze blowing.”

She grins at me. “That’s the whole idea. What if my dress blows up while we’re walking down the High Street? Everyone would be able to see my cunt. Wouldn’t that be priceless?” Her eyes suddenly light up. Why don’t you go knickerless, too? I dare you! Go on, Aunty, take ‘em off.”

I fold my arms, gazing at her with a smirk. “If I’m going to do without knickers today, you have to take them off.” I can be naughty too.

I lift my dress up high round my chest, displaying myself to Titty. She gazes at my knickers, her eyes bright, then kneels and very slowly slides them down to my thighs, pauses, then past my knees and finally lets them fall around my ankles. I carefully step out of them, still holding my dress up.

She remains on her knees, staring at my treasure. “I never get tired of looking at your cunt,” she says.

I should drop my dress, but I’m enjoying the moment too much. Titty’s gaze is almost a physical thing, her look caressing that most intimate part of my body, making my pulse race. Just allowing her to see my cunt in this way is turning me on.

For almost half a minute we are motionless — me, the exhibitionist, Titty, the voyeur. It’s usually the other way round. Finally I let my dress fall.

“Ready to go?” I say.

“Yeah,” she whispers, absently licking her lips.

*****

We stroll through the village, two lesbians — one grown, one still a child, neither wearing knickers. Our dresses are occasionally lifted by the wind, but never at a time when people are watching. I’m not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

We go past the church and the Red Lion pub, then turn off the High Street. The houses soon peter out and we follow the lane through Badger’s Wood, coming out of the other side into the bright sunlight.

We come to a gate into the field and climb over it. As Titty jumps down on the other side, her dress gets caught and it ends up bunched round her chest, exposing her body from her nipples down. I glance down the lane, both ways — but no one’s coming. I think she’d have liked it if someone had seen us. I might have liked it myself.

The grass is thigh high and we wade through it to where the big oak stands, its limbs twisted by centuries of wind. I flatten a space in the grass, spread out a thick blanket and unpack the picnic stuff: sandwiches, crisps and fruit. From a cooler I take a bottle of cream soda pop for Titty and a bottle of cheap white wine for me, both nicely chilled by ice.

We sit cross-legged opposite each other, our cunts careless displayed. The day is hot and the shade is welcome. Insects buzz lazily, and the beautiful melody of a song thrush rings from the nearby wood.

“Can I please have a sip of your wine, Aunty?” she asks.

 I’m reluctant to give alcohol to an eleven-year-old. She’ll have zero tolerance and I don’t want to escort a drunken preteen back through the village. Suddenly, though, I have an idea that will limit her intake.

“In a minute, darling. But first, take your dress off.”

Titty looks puzzled, but she never passes up a chance to get naked. In seconds, her dress is on the blanket. “Now lie back and pull your legs up to your chest, so your bum is up in the air. I wanna to try something.”

Seating herself, she lies down, grasps her knees from behind and draws them up. For a few seconds, I gaze at her two orifices — one a vertical smile, the other a sweet little pucker like a kiss.

I carefully uncork the wine, then press the top of the bottle against her cunt and upend it. A couple of small air bubbles float up and then with a gurgle, several big ones.

“Oooh, it’s cold!” she squeals as the wine begins to flow from the bottle. I quickly turn it right-side up and clamp my lips to her cunt. I suck at her, but only manage a small mouthful, the capacity of her vagina not being very large.

Her laughter is like music. “Oh, Aunty, you’re naughty, naughty! What does it taste like?”

I pause as though pondering. “Chateaux lez-Cunt,” I announce, doing my best impersonation of a pompous waiter. “An uninhibited body with a hint of autumn decadence and overtones of childish indecency.” To be honest, the strength of the wine completely overwhelms the flavour of Titty’s cunt. Then again, it’s not the taste that thrills me, but the lasciviousness of our little game.

“Let me drink from you now,” she demands, impatiently.

“A couple more sips, then it’s your turn.”

I repeat our little game twice more, then sit up. “Now, taste it for yourself,” I tell her, taking my dress off and casting it aside, I don’t want to get wine stains on it. Lying back, I grip my ankles and lift my legs up, ready for her.

Titty gazes at me, a hungry look in her eyes. She pushes the top of the bottle between my cunt lips and tips it. A stream of big bubbles rise through the wine and I feel its delicious coldness flowing into my cunt. When I’m full, she pulls the bottle out and presses her lips into me, sucking and lapping enthusiastically. She licks the trickle that has run down to my other orifice, briefly touching my rosebud, then slowly drags her tongue up my perineum and back to my cunt.

“More!” she insists, inserting the bottle again.

Despite the chill of the wine, my vagina is completely relaxed, instinctively opening itself for what it thinks is going to be a male penis (perish the thought!) and now a considerable amount flows into me, more than a cupful. She thirstily drinks from me, making slurping sounds which only adds to the excitement.

She lifts her head to grin at me, her cheeks wet with a mixture of wine and cunt juice. “Fucking awesome,” she breathes.

I lower my legs to the blanket, take the bottle from Titty and carefully cork it. About half the wine is gone and not much of was spilled, so I’m a bit concerned about her sobriety.

“For the rest of your life,” I tell her, “you’ll be able to tell people that the first time you drank wine, it was from the cunt of your lesbian aunt.”

“But you say I shouldn’t tell anyone about the naughty things we do,” she says.

“That’s true, my love. Wait until I’m dead, then call the media and let the world know.” She giggles.

“It was fun when you sucked on my cunt,” she says, suddenly serious, “but it was even more exciting when I drank from you, then licked up all the spilt wine. Your cunt is so soft and nice.”

My heart lurches. “You enjoyed that? Oh, my darling Titty, you make me so happy. You can lick my cunt anytime you like, as long as you let me lick yours.”

“Let you? Of course I’ll let you. In fact, I demand that you lick me… oh, a dozen times every day!”

Oh, what joy! Until now I’ve been reluctant to push my luck too far with Titty, concerned that she might tell her friends about the wicked things she does with her lesbian aunt. But now, her determination to keep our secret has freed me from any restraint.

Sitting up, I reach for my new lover. “Come here, you little vixen — let me drink once more from your sweet chalice.”

Titty giggles and lies back, her legs up in the air. I fill her cunt and guzzle wine from it three more times. She wants to take another drink from me, but I tell her she’s had more than enough for one day.

“I know — I’ve still got some cream soda left,” she counters. “Let me pour that into you and drink it!”

And so she does, three cunt fulls. The fizz of the soda tickles the inside of my vagina deliciously, and the feel of her lips against my labia and the probing of her tongue is beyond thrilling, but what excites most of all is Titty’s eagerness to pleasure me. She licks up all the spilt liquid every time, even pushing her tongue against my anus. I’m delighted by her wickedness.

All the soda is now gone, and I finish the wine myself, the glow of its intoxicating effect mixing with the warmth of my afterglow. We lie back on the blanket, our arms round each other, and drift off to sleep.

*****

It’s the following day, and I’ve cleared out some junk from the garage, packing it away in cardboard boxes that I intend to store up in the roof space. I stand on a chair and pull the ceiling hatch open, then tug on the cord that allows the ladder to unfold. Moving the chair to one side, I pick up the heaviest box, step onto the ladder and begin my climb.

Then I feel my dress being lifted from the back. I look down and see little Titty, a mischievous grin on her face, staring at my bum.

With both my hands fully occupied, I’m helpless to stop my niece from doing anything she likes. I go one step higher, lifting the box to the next stair — and that’s when I feel the touch of a small hand on the inside of my thigh. Looking down again, I find she’s pulled my dress over her head for what must be the ultimate upskirt view. Titty’s hand slowly moves higher until it reaches the crotch of my knickers, where it rotates to the horizontal and presses against my cunt, which is now moist and will soon be dripping wet.

I take a few deep breaths, to give the impression that I’m briefly resting. I feel her other hand sliding up the outside of my thigh, over my hip, Titty’s fingers hooking into the waistband of my knickers. The other hand grasps the elastic on the other hip, and then my knickers are being tugged down.

“I see some-thing tas-ty…” she sings.

I can already detect the aroma of sex coming from me, and I’m sure it must be far more intense under my dress. Titty pulls my knickers down to my knees, pausing there as she runs her fingertips over the crease of my cunt. Then those cotton undies continue on their way down to my ankles, where I dispose of them with a careful flick of the foot.

I take one more step up to maintain the illusion that I’m still occupied with moving boxes, though I have no earthly idea whom I’m trying to fool by doing so. Then I feel Titty’s face press against my bum.

I can’t help myself. I slowly move my legs apart as far as they can go, giving her full access. Her tongue on my rosebud sends an electric thrill through me. I relax my sphincter, hoping her tongue will go in, but it’s too small to penetrate me there.

I take one step up on the ladder, spreading myself open enough for Titty’s mouth to reach my pussy. With her head tilted back, her sweet lips meet mine down below and she French kisses my cunt, running her tongue round, probing as far as she can.

I’m trembling with excitement, but also fearful of dropping the box I’m clutching, so I somehow manage to lift it through the hatch and shove it up and inside, not even caring if it falls open and scatters the contents. That taken care of, I cling tightly to the ladder, my orgasm building, my heart pounding. Titty’s hands are gripping the fronts of my thighs, pulling me back into her face. I hear the delicious slurping noises her mouth is making as she eats me, reminiscent of our wine-drinking adventure in the field. If my cunt wasn’t dripping before, it certainly is now.

“Fuck!” I groan through gritted teeth, “You little fucking slut! You’re gonna make me come!”

Seconds later, the flower of sexual lust bursts open inside me, sending me up to the clouds. My knees go weak, my body crumples and I try to hang on to the ladder, but I’m too far out of it to save myself and we take a tumble together, the two of us ending up in a heap on the floor.

Titty is laughing, her cheeks glistening with my cunt juice. “I’m a slut,” she cries, “I’m a fucking little slut!” She seems unhurt, thank goodness. “But I’m your slut, Aunty, so it’s all right. I love being your slut.”

She rises, then holds out her hand and helps me to my feet. My knickers are lying on the floor nearby and Titty picks them up, lifts the front of my dress and wipes my cunt with them. Then, predictably, she holds them to her face and inhales deeply, sighing with pleasure. I’m not surprised; all my girlfriends like to sniff dirty knickers. I think it’s a universal lesbian thing.

“That was naughty, Titty, what you did to me. You’ll have to be punished. I’m gonna take your knickers down and spank your bum, but first, you have to lift all the other boxes up into the roof space. I’ll be right behind to make sure you don’t fall.”

Our roles have been reversed. Once she’s mounted the ladder, I find that taking her knickers down is even more thrilling than having mine pulled off. And though Titty’s cunt isn’t quite as juicy as mine was, there’s enough of to quench my thirst. By the time all the boxes are safely stowed, my tongue is aching and my own face glistens just like hers.

I use her knickers to wipe my mouth and chin. “Now, put them back on,” I tell her, handing them back, “so that I can take you across my knee, lift up your dress, take them down, caress your bum and then spank, spank, spank you.”

She shivers with excited anticipation. “Will you kiss it better afterwards?”

“Of course I will… just to let you know that no matter how naughty you are, I still love you.”

*****

Now Titty has been thoroughly spanked. In the end, I didn’t take her across my knee because I wanted my own movements to be free, so I told her to get on all fours up on the kitchen table.

Then I got down to business. First, I pulled her dress up until it was around her chest. Then I circled the table, looking at her from all angles, drinking in the sight of my submissive niece, waiting to be disciplined. I ran my hands over her damp knickers, one caressing her buttocks, the other under her tummy, groping between her legs. She sighed with pleasure.

“Take my knickers off, Aunty,” she begged. “I’m a bad girl and I need to be spanked.”

I took my sweet time, slowly pulling them over her bottom and down to her knees. With her bum elevated, her sweet brown rosebud blowing a kiss at me and her cunt fully exposed, the very sight of her was driving me crazy. My hands were all over her again, squeezing her cheeks and tickling her cunt with my fingertips until I plunged one finger deep into her. She was already soaking wet. I took that finger out and and sucked it, then pressed my face between her twin globes, stabbing at her rosebud with my tongue, then licking her cunt up and down a dozen times or so.

Then I spanked her, hard enough to make a nice smacking sound, but not enough to cause her pain. She played along beautifully, crying out loud with each blow. After a dozen of these, I caressed her again, front and back, then lavished kisses on her sweet cheeks, so nicely warmed by my hand.

“There!” I said, standing back, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young lady.”

“I’m not sure,” Titty said, rolling onto her back, grinning. “I may need to be spanked again. It’s so hard not to be naughty.”

She lay there, her lower legs hanging over the edge of the table, the dress still rucked up round her chest. She lifted a knee so that her knickers fell down to one ankle and kicked them off, enabling her to spread her legs. It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.

I buried my face between Titty’s thighs, attacking her cunt with my tongue — licking her, eating her, probing her, dueling with the little bump of her clit, briefly switching to my fingers, then going down on her again for long minutes as her breathing quickened, those soft moans of pleasure building into loud cries. Her hips arched to meet my thrusting tongue as I reached up to play with her nipples.

I was in heaven, nearly aroused to orgasm myself without being touched, loving this little girl, my niece, with an intensity that was almost frightening.

With a final cry, her hips lunged up and her fingers dug into my scalp. I’d made her come! Oh, what joy! I lifted my head and saw her gazing down at me, her mouth open as she gasped for air, her eyes big and wet and full of love.

“I came!” she whispered. “Oh, my God, I came! Oh, Aunty, you made me come! I love you so much!”

I kissed her cunt again, lovingly, picked up her knickers from the floor, wiped my own wet cunt with them and held them for her to step into, pulling them up her legs.

She slid off the table and stood, smiling at me, the knickers stretched between her thighs in that pose that I love so much, that state of undress that says, I want you to touch me.

I shook my head in wonder. Even now, after the lovemaking we’d just shared, this naughty little girl was hungry for more.

*****

I’m sitting on the loo, peeing. Titty walks past the bathroom door, sees me and abruptly comes to a halt. A mischievous grin appears on her face. She steps in and drops to her knees in front of me, watching the golden stream issue from my cunt and fall into the bowl. She pulls my knickers, which are round my thighs, down to my ankles and pushes my knees wide apart.

I finish peeing, lean back and slide my bum right to the edge of the toilet seat. She leans in, her tongue protruding, and licks my cunt, saving me the trouble of wiping myself. It’s a gesture that’s both tender and erotic at the same time.

“Pee doesn’t taste bad,” she says, “not when it’s nice and fresh from your cunt.”

“Thank you, my darling,” I murmur, gazing at her, thinking about all the pee games we could play.

Squatting as she is, in her short dress, I can see that she’s put on clean knickers, blue cotton with white edging. I don’t know why, but I never tire of looking at her knickers. She rests one cheek against my inner thigh and gazes at my cunt.

“You’re all stubbly,” she observes, running her hand over my pubic area. “You should shave, Aunty.”

“Why don’t you shave me, Titty? The shaving cream and the razor are right there, on the counter.”

“Oooh, can I?” In seconds she is kneeling before me again, this time with can and razor in her hands.

She sprays me with foam and carefully shaves the whole area, then wipes off the few traces of foam with a damp flannel. Then she checks me again for smoothness. Her fingers linger on my cunt, playing with my labia, pulling them apart and staring into my pink grotto. She inserts two fingers, pushing them deep into me and then curls them to touch my G spot. I almost explode right there.

“You’re so wet, Aunty,” she whispers. “I love it when your cunt gets wet. It means you love me, right?” She moves her fingers in and out, every now and then sucking them to taste me, then she licks her smiling lips.

Now she has three fingers in my vagina — then four, pushed in until her thumb prevents further penetration. “Will my whole hand fit inside you?” she asks, looking up at me.

“I think so,” I say, knowing that it will, knowing that even if it hurts it’s going to be well worth it.

“I wish I could climb into your cunt and spend the whole night there, Aunty,” she says wistfully. The very thought makes my belly tighten with excitement. “But I guess all I can put inside you is my hand.”

Titty folds her thumb into her palm and pushes. Compared with mine her hand is tiny, and it goes inside me with surprising ease, perhaps because I’m absolutely dripping wet.

“Oh, my God, it’s inside you!” she cries delightedly. “Your cunt is squeezing my hand… it’s, it’s like a glove that’s way too tight!” She wiggles her fingers, sending waves of lust coursing through me.

“Now make a fist, my darling,” I gasp. “Yes, like that! Oh, God! Oh, my sweet little Titty, I’m in heaven!” She draws her hand back a little, then thrusts it in deeper, past her wrist. Back and forth it goes, fucking me, fucking my brains out, driving me to heights of arousal I’ve never reached before. “Fuck me, Titty! Fuck your aunty! Go deeper! Oh, shit, this is soooo good!”

My bum lifts up from the seat and my legs spread even wider as she fist fucks me, gazing up at my face adoringly. Now she’s inside me halfway up her arm. No one has ever fucked me like this, not even with the double ended dildos that my girlfriends like to use. The feeling of being utterly and completely filled is exquisite.

Pausing in mid-stroke, Titty licks the middle finger of her other hand, reaches under me and pushes it into my rectum, deep as it’ll go. Then she starts working her arm again, fucking my arse in time with her fist.

“This is awesome!” she whispers. “Oh, Aunty, I’m actually fucking you! I love it! I love it!”

Here it comes, I think, as the focal point of pleasure spreads out from my cunt, filling my abdomen with heat, setting my whole body alight, the fire raging hotter and hotter until my universe explodes in a blinding orgasm, making my whole body shake, my toes curl.

Someone is screaming and I realise it’s me, yelling, “Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” Then I collapse back onto the seat, my chest heaving, face flushed, heart pounding.

“Oh, my darling Titty,” I sigh, “I’ve never come like that before. It was… it was indescribable!”

My niece smiles at me, her eyes brimming with tears of joy, and slowly extracts her hand, making a lewd sucking noise as it leaves my cunt. She lifts it up to her face, sniffs it all over, then licks it from forearm to fingertip, front and back.

“That was naughty, wasn’t it?” she says, coquettishly, rising to her feet.

“It was,” I say, faking sternness, “very much. And you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”

Titty smirks. “They get their dresses lifted up, their knickers pulled down and their bums spanked. But you were naughty too, Aunty. I think you need to be spanked.”

My God, how I adore this child!

“Quite right, my darling, I’m a bad girl too. Spank me, yes, spank me!”

 

The End

The Holly and the Ivy, Chapter 5

  • Posted on April 17, 2017 at 12:31 pm

By Amanda Lynn

The rest of the day dragged. Marcy was beside herself with anxious anticipation. She had no idea what the twins had in store for her that night. She tried to read her novel but found she was reading the same sentence over and over again. Finally she put the book down and turned on the TV. She flicked through the channels looking for something to distract her for a while.

As the time to go drew near, she climbed into the shower. She wanted to make sure she was fresh for her young lovers. Marcy realized then with a smile that she didn’t even know the twins’ names.

At a quarter to twelve, she went downstairs and headed across the dimly-lit pool deck. She left the paved area by the pool and strolled down a manicured path to the beach. The full moon helped light the way as she approached the sand.

The beach appeared deserted, but off to the left in the distance Marcy could see a bonfire. As she started toward the fire, she saw two slim figures in silhouette. She knew she was heading in the right direction when they began to jump up and down, waving their arms toward her.

When Marcy arrived at the fire, she saw that the girls had set up several torches in two parallel rows. At the end of the row was a large peaked tent with an awning at the entrance. The scene was utterly surreal, and Marcy wouldn’t have been surprised if a camel walked by. The twins ran up to her, hugging and squeezing and covering her face with kisses.

Marcy giggled as she wrapped her arms around both of her beautiful angels. She was kind of hoping that Nancy would have been there too.

“Okay, girls, there is plenty of me to go around,” she smiled, then said, “So, what is all this?”

“It is a special gift for you,” the raven-haired girl answered.

“That’s so sweet. I’m flattered.”

The young girls locked arms with Marcy and led her over to where a blanket and a few pillows were lying on the sand not far from the fire. Beach chairs had been placed beside the blanket. Blondie and Marcy sat in two of the chairs as the other twin went to a small table that was set up close by.

Raven Hair filled three small glasses from a decanter and placed them on a tray. Bringing them over, she held the tray for Marcy and her sister to each take a glass. After taking the third one, she placed the tray on the ground and held up her glass.

“Here’s to wishes coming true,” she toasted.

Marcy held her glass up and then brought it to her mouth as the girls watched closely. When she took a sip, the girls smiled at one another and drank theirs.

“Did you like it?” the blonde asked Marcy.

“It’s great,” she replied, downing the rest.

The twins both drained their glasses, then the dark-haired girl took the empty glasses from Marcy and her sister and set them on the table. Marcy watched as Raven Hair came back and took her sister’s hand and led her onto the blanket. The girls embraced and tenderly kissed. They began to caress each other all over, hands eagerly exploring under shirts and down pants. Their kiss was interrupted only long enough for the twins to pull their t-shirts up over their heads and drop them. They wore nothing underneath.

Marcy could tell these girls really loved each other, and it wasn’t just sex. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to have a pair of daughters just like them. As Marcy sighed wistfully, Blondie broke the kiss and leaned down to kiss and lick her sister’s chest and gently nuzzle her budding breast. The girl moaned at her sister’s touch, petting her hair. Then she looked over at Marcy and licked her lips. Marcy could feel herself becoming very aroused as she watched Blondie get on her knees and slowly pull the shorts over her twin’s hips, down her long legs, and off her feet, leaving her naked.

Blondie kissed her way back up her sister’s thigh and across her hairless mound. Just for a second, she stopped to savor the taste of her sister’s pussy. The raven-haired girl moaned a barely audible “Yes!” as she placed a hand on the blonde’s head and thrust her hips forward a bit. Blondie pulled away and stood up, frowning somewhat comically. She wagged a finger as if to scold her twin. Then she turned the girl and bent her slightly at the waist. Supporting her with an arm across her chest, Blondie delivered a series of playful slaps to her sister’s bare bum. Each blow was answered with a little squeak and a giggle.

Marcy’s pussy was on fire as she stared at the erotic show going on before her. She had one hand under her shirt fondling her braless tits while the other was down the front of her pants rubbing her soaked pussy. The girls looked at her and smiled seductively as Raven Hair helped her sister out of her shorts. They started kissing again, then as one got down on their knees and lay on their sides, never breaking the kiss.

Blondie soon rolled over onto her back while her sister swung around and got on top of her. Each young pussy had the other’s mouth on it. As the girls explored with fingers and tongues, Marcy’s fingers were moving in a blur on her slippery pussy. It wasn’t long before she could hear moans and squeals coming from the twins. She watched the girls twitching and shuddering, their simultaneous orgasms punctuated with loud cries of pleasure.

The twins’ mutual climax had brought Marcy to her own sweet finish. Now she studied the girls, her eyes sweeping back and forth along their perfect slender bodies, as she waited for her breathing to slow.

After the girls had rested a few moments, they got up and made their way over to Marcy.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Blondie asked with a knowing smile on her face.

“Very much so,” Marcy replied.

“Let’s get these clothes off her.”

“In the tent,” the other replied.

Marcy was feeling strange, woozy, as if she’d had one too much to drink. She let the girls guide her inside the sultan’s tent and then onto a large four-poster bed piled with quilts. Looking around, she saw ornate old-fashioned lanterns in various places. Their flickering flames cast dancing shadows throughout the tent.

The naked girls cooed in her ears as they kissed and caressed her. Marcy moaned as she felt the twins pulling the garments away from her body. Once she was nude, the twins cuddled up beside her and kissed her neck and shoulders. Their hands began to fondle her supple boobs, pinching and pulling at the nipples. Marcy lay back, her eyes closed, as the girls took her nipples into their mouths. Their tongues played as their hands slid down across her belly.

Her body was being racked with waves of pleasure as the girls stimulated nearly every erogenous zone on her body. Their touches and kisses soon brought about her second orgasm of the night. Marcy cried with pleasure — while realizing they hadn’t actually touched her pussy yet.

Marcy felt a tongue push into her mouth as someone kissed her. It was Blondie. Marcy eagerly accepted and returned the kiss, sliding her own tongue into the girl’s mouth. She wrapped her arms around the young blonde and pulled her close.

The other twin had made her way between Marcy’s legs. She put her mouth over Marcy’s pussy and drank up her juices before sucking on her clit. Marcy moaned into the other twin’s mouth as her sister continued stimulating her pussy.

“Oh fuck yes!” she suddenly yelled, pulling away from the kiss.

Marcy’s body quaked with her third strong orgasm. She couldn’t believe she had come again so quickly, nor how easily these girls could make her come. Sometimes she was capable of multiple climaxes, but almost never this fast, one right after another.

Raven Hair crawled up beside her and softly kissed her lips. Her hand slowly moved across Marcy’s belly and up over her boobs, caressing them. Then the girl got to her feet and stepped away. Marcy lay still. She was bewildered, dizzy. She felt like she was drunk, but knew she couldn’t be. Her sweet little angels had brought her to two amazing orgasms yet she had barely touched them. Her world seemed so strange now.

Turning her head, Marcy saw the twins standing near a small chest that was sitting on a table at the far side of the tent. The blonde raised the top of the chest and a blue glow filled the tent. Marcy watched in curiosity as the girl removed something from the chest. As Blondie made her way back toward the bed, Marcy had a better view of the item. Blue lights seem to swirl and dance around inside the long cylindrical object. It was smooth and tapered at one end.

“Is that a vibrator?” Marcy asked.

“Shhh, no questions,” said Raven Hair.

Marcy opened her mouth to speak but the girl stopped her by placing a finger across her lips. Looking back at Blondie, Marcy saw that she had fit the glowing device into a leather harness and had strapped it around her waist.

Marcy’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mind reeling. This little 12-year-old is going to fuck me with a strap-on! She found herself becoming very excited by at the prospect as the girl approached her.

Blondie positioned herself above Marcy. “This is your last chance to change your mind.”

“No — I want this!” the woman said, almost begging.

The raven-haired girl helped her sister guide the glowing toy into Marcy’s wet pussy. Marcy gasped as she felt the surprisingly warm object penetrating her deeply. Blondie leaned down to kiss her mouth as her hips began to rock back and forth. Marcy felt the object filling her. Every nerve in her body seemed like it was on fire. She reached down and cupped the young girl’s ass and helped her with each forward thrust. Their tongues continued to dance together as the blonde increased the tempo of her movements. Marcy moaned into the girl’s mouth feeling as if she soon might come again.

Blondie slowed her movements and broke the kiss. “Let’s change positions so my sister can join in the fun.”

Marcy turned to look at the other girl who was sitting cross-legged beside them, slowly masturbating as she watched.

“You get on top,” Blondie directed as she pulled out and flopped down on her back while at the same time beckoning for her sister to come over. Marcy obediently and happily straddled the blonde’s hips. Taking the toy in her hand, she eased herself down on the slick warm shaft, then began to ride the girl as Raven Hair took a position on top of her twin, facing toward Marcy. She lowered her sex to the blonde’s waiting mouth, and leaned forward to kiss Marcy.

The tempo picked up quickly. As Marcy bounced on the glowing vibrator and as Raven Hair was tormented by her sister’s tongue, the two found it harder and harder to keep kissing. They resigned themselves to leaning on each other’s shoulders for support, arms wrapped around one another. Blondie thrust her hips in rhythm with Marcy while she sucked hard on her sister’s clit.

“Ahh! I’m coming, sis — please don’t stop!” Raven Hair suddenly cried out, her slender body shuddering as she climaxed. Spasms of pleasure continued to jolt her as her twin licked up the juices.

Feeling the young girl come as she held her in her arms was enough to push Marcy over the brink. Intense waves of ecstasy raked her body. They were like nothing she had ever felt before. The world seemed to move, to transform before her eyes. It was if she could smell color and taste sound. Everything was upside down and inside out. She sensed herself tumbling slowly off the girl and falling gently onto the bed.

An overwhelming sense of warmth and serenity filled her entire being, as if she were wrapped in a blanket made of love. Marcy was utterly content, completely sated. Just before drifting off into nothingness, she felt two feather soft kisses, one on each cheek.

 

She opened her eyes. Marcy could see the stars twinkling above her. A cool breeze caressed her skin. She could feel the grit of the sand beneath her. Looking to her right, she saw the full moon over the ocean near the horizon. To her left, she saw the smoldering remains of a bonfire.

Marcy sat up. She was nude and her pussy was sore. A pile of clothes lay in a heap on the sand nearby. The girls were gone. The tent and torches were gone. The blanket and pillows that had been on the sand were gone. Marcy sat for a long while wondering if it had all been real.

“But why else would I be sitting naked on a beach in the middle of the night?” she finally asked, with no one to hear her.

Marcy dressed and headed back to the resort. As she was making her way through the pool area she heard a song being played over outdoor speakers. She instantly recognized the sweet voice of Vera Lynn:

We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when

But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

 

________________

 

 

December 25th

She lay in a small private room in the maternity ward, the back of her hospital bed raised slightly so she was in a comfortable sitting position. Marcy was smiling down at two beautiful infants. She cradled the twin girls, one in each arm. They appeared almost identical but for a single exception — one was blonde, while the other had raven hair.

“Have you thought of names for them?” the nurse asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Marcy replied, “although I have received plenty of suggestions from friends and family.”

“How about Star and Moon?” the nurse suggested with a chuckle.

Marcy looked at the woman. “What?” she asked.

When the nurse saw the puzzled look on Marcy’s face she laughed, “Oh, I forgot, you wouldn’t have seen their birthmarks yet. Here, let me show you.”

The nurse gently moved the swaddling material away from each of the girls’ chests. Marcy’s eyes opened wide.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she examined each infant. The blonde had a little five point star just above her left nipple, and her sister a crescent moon just above her right. Exactly like the ones her young lovers had. Marcy couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

It had taken her quite a while to get over the shock when she discovered she was pregnant. Jack wouldn’t believe her when she said the babies were his. He argued that the math just didn’t work. She knew he was right, but how else could she explain this miracle pregnancy? Jack was convinced that she had cheated on him, and they soon were divorced. Technically he was correct, although she had never had sex with any other man but Jack.

She thought back to that night on the beach with the beautiful preteen twins, and pondered. Then she smiled down at her daughters as she thought to herself, I guess you were right when you said ‘We’ll meet again.’ I wonder if there might be a little sister for you down the road…

Marcy gazed out the door of her room toward the nurses’ station, which had been decorated for the holidays with bows and ribbons and garland. Another favorite old song came to mind.

“Holly and Ivy,” she said out loud.

“Pardon?” the nurse asked as she took the raven-haired baby and placed her in a bassinet.

“That’s their names. This little one will be Holly and her sister will be Ivy,” Marcy explained.

THE END

Ultimate Surrender, Chapter 3

  • Posted on April 15, 2017 at 2:58 pm

By Girl Lover

“Bonnie…? Time to get up.”

Her mom shook her and called louder, “Bonnie…”

Bonnie’s eyes fluttered a little, but didn’t open, “Hmmm…”

“It’s time for school. Come on, get up.” Her mother raised her to a sitting position, then left the room.

Bonnie yawned, slowly opened her eyes, and stared off into space for a few seconds. She felt just as tired as she had the previous morning, but as the events of last night came back to her, she quickly became more awake.

Later at school, during lunch, she and Jennie sat on their side of the table, away from everyone else, and Bonnie filled Jennie in on everything that had happened. Jennie grew more and more excited, wide-eyed with anticipation, exclaiming, “Really…” and “Whoa…” and “OhmyGod…” every now and then until Bonnie informed her that Raven was planning to bring somebody for her that night.

Suddenly Jennie became apprehensive. She remembered Bonnie’s description of Raven with her spiky blue hair, the tattoos and piercings. “Oh – no, no, I can’t! What if she’s mean, or, or doesn’t like me?”

“Raven told me she’s nice. Please come, Jennie. I promise you’ll love it and I’ll be there with you. Me and Raven won’t let her do anything bad to you.”

Still unsure, Jennie said, “But I’ve never snuck out before. What if my parents catch me?”

“Just put a pillow under your blanket. They’ll think you’re in bed asleep. I’ll come over to your house and help you.”

Jennie quickly told her, “No! Um, I’ll… I’ll sneak out and meet you at the theater by the big rocks.”

Bonnie grinned gleefully at her friend. “It’s so much fun. And…” her voice dropped to a whisper “…she lets me play with her boobs and stuff!”

Jennie, quickly forgetting her concern, covered her mouth to hide her giggles, “Really?!”

Bonnie nodded, “Yeah! That’s why you gotta come. You’re gonna LOVE sex. I mean, it’s the most awesomest thing in the world! Last night when Raven was licking me down there –”

Jennie gasped, “She was licking you?! There?!”

“Yeah! And it kept feeling better and better, and just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, it was like… like I exploded!”

During recess, Bonnie continued to cajole Jennie into meeting her at the theater parking lot. Though Jennie was still uneasy about sneaking out of her house and being outside in the dark, knowing Bonnie would be there encouraged her, along with Bonnie’s exuberance about all the fun they would have.

*****

That night, Bonnie lay wide awake in her bed. Throughout the afternoon and evening, she hadn’t been able to concentrate on her schoolwork or anything else. She had searched desperately for anything to occupy her time, but there was nothing. Her mind kept drifting to Raven. Touching her and having Raven touch her in return.

At last it was 9:00, Bonnie’s bedtime. She pretended to get ready for bed, then listened as her parents went to their room. Now, she was impatiently waiting for them to go to sleep. Every few minutes, she peeked her head out into the hallway to see if the light in their room was out, but it was always on. Finally at 9:17, when she peeked, their light was out. Now, she was waiting for it to be 9:22, exactly five minutes for them to fall asleep. She was already dressed, with her wig beside her, ready to go. Every time she looked at the clock, it seemed unwilling to move. It took an eternity for each minute to tick by.

She looked at the clock for the umpteenth time. 9:20. She groaned in exasperation, but she knew that if she were to leave and her parents happened to hear her because they were still awake, all would be lost. She stared intently at the clock, willing it to move faster so that it would be 9:22. The clocked changed to 9:21. One minute to go. She braced herself like a racehorse waiting to bolt out of its stall. She stared at the clock, waiting…

9:22. She jumped out of bed, quickly laid the pillow and wig down, then pulled the blanket over it. Quietly opening the window, she climbed on her toy box and stepped through, dropping to the ground. After closing the window, she ran to the street and to the corner, then slowed to a walk while pulling out her phone. She dialed Raven’s number and on the second ring, heard Raven’s excited voice, “Heyyy!”

“Hi Raven!” Bonnie gushed, “I’m on my way to the parking lot now. Did you find somebody for Jennie?”

“Yeah…” Raven sounded slightly unsure.

Not picking up on Raven’s ambivalent tone, Bonnie squealed excitedly, “You did?! OOOH! I can’t wait for Jennie to meet her! This is going to be so cool!”

Raven replied, “Okay, we’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Okay, bye!”

“Bye.”

When Bonnie arrived at the corner of the parking lot where the rocks were, she saw that Jennie wasn’t there and quickly became concerned that she might have changed her mind or wasn’t able to come. She didn’t know where Jennie lived and Jennie didn’t have a phone, so Bonnie didn’t know how to reach her. After a couple of minutes, to her relief, she spotted Jennie running towards her through a nearby grove of trees.

Bonnie quickly ran up and hugged her happily, “You came! Now you can meet Raven!”

Together they walked over to the rocks. Though Bonnie was excited, Jennie was very nervous. With every car that went by, she jerked her head over towards it, murmuring, “I don’t know about this.”

Bonnie told her, “Don’t worry. I won’t let her be mean to you. I thought Raven was scary at first, but she’s so nice and she said her friend’s nice too.”

As they waited, Jennie looked up at the stars, saying, “I’ve never been out at night like this before. I’m glad you’re with me.”

A minute later, Bonnie recognized the sound of a motorcycle and looked up the road towards the highway. There, coming towards them were twin headlights, but of two motorcycles instead of a car. They both glided into the parking lot and stopped near them, shutting their lights and engines off.

As Raven climbed off her bike, Bonnie ran up to her, eagerly calling, “Raven!”

The tall woman swooped the little girl up in her arms and kissed her. After a long kiss, Bonnie turned and looked back, pointing, “That’s Jennie.” She beckoned Jennie over. “C’mere.”

Jennie, wide-eyed with trepidation, slowly walked towards them through the dark parking lot, looking wary as if Raven was going to pounce on her. She stopped several feet away. Bonnie tried to coax her closer, “C’mon…”

Still holding Bonnie, Raven smiled, then stepped over and set her down beside Jennie. Bonnie took Jennie’s hand, telling her quietly, “It’s okay. She’s not going to hurt you.”

Raven, seeing how scared Jennie was, squatted down in front of her, saying, “Hey” in an encouraging manner, but Jennie still wouldn’t speak.

“She’s really friendly and usually talks all the time,” Bonnie explained to Raven.

At that moment, Jennie’s eyes shifted suddenly to something behind Bonnie. Bonnie turned around to see a woman, just as imposing as Raven but with a shaved head adorned with a single strip of hair running down the middle, slowly coming towards them.

Raven stood up, telling the girls, “This is Kala.”

Feeling meek before this strange, hard-looking woman, Bonnie quietly said hello. Jennie remained silent.

Raven, turning to Kala, said, “Kala, this is Bonnie and…”

“Jennie,” Kala finished for her in a cold voice.

The other woman was not happy about wasting her time with two kids. No matter how much Raven seemed to be sold on being in love with some waif, to Kala it was nothing more than babysitting. And yet… as Kala looked down at this nine-year-old girl, Jennie, she saw the fear in her eyes… and somehow, despite her initial reservations, her hard stance began to soften. Jennie did look cute, Kala thought, not in a sexual way, but as a little kid. She knelt in front of her, slightly smiling, and said, “Hi.”

Still scared, Jennie mumbled quietly, “Hi.”

Bonnie squeezed her friend’s hand, telling her, “See, it’s alright.”

Jennie stared at Kala who, in spite of her intimidating appearance, certainly was interesting. She studied Kala’s mohawk and the garish tattoo on her neck with a stunned, wide-eyed look for a minute, then whispered almost imperceptibly, “Did that hurt?”

Kala looked at her questioningly, “Huh?”

Jennie pointed at the woman’s nose and asked in a slightly louder voice, “Did that hurt?”

“Did what hurt?” Kala asked. Then she understood, “Oh, you mean my nose ring?”

Jennie nodded.

“No… it didn’t hurt.”

The little girl asked, “Did you get in trouble with your parents when you cut your hair like that?”

Kala chuckled quietly, then said, “Nah, I didn’t get in trouble.”

Looking past Kala to her motorcycle, Jennie asked, “Why don’t you have a car?”

“Because four wheels suck,” Kala replied, to which Raven laughed and echoed, “My sentiments exactly.”

Kala told Jennie, “You can go look at it if you want to.”

Jennie’s eyebrows raised in surprise and wonder. Kala stood and together they went over to her bike. Jennie stared at the big black Honda in awe as she carefully touched the seat.

As Jennie examined Kala’s bike, Raven picked Bonnie up again, holding her close with Bonnie’s slim legs wrapped around her waist.

“I couldn’t wait to see you!” Bonnie exclaimed.

“I missed you too,” Raven replied. “So… what do you want to do tonight?”

Bonnie tucked her chin bashfully, then said with a sheepish grin, “Can we go to your house and, um…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

Raven lowered her head, trying to look into Bonnie’s eyes, “And fuck?”

The child’s mouth dropped open in shock as she looked at Raven and gasped, “That’s a bad word!”

Raven snickered to herself as she suggested, “Okay, then how ’bout we have sex.”

Bonnie’s neck and cheeks turned red as she nodded shamefacedly before turning to see what Jennie was doing.

Over at the bike, Kala asked Jennie, “Do you want to sit on it?”

When Jennie’s eyes widened, Kala lifted her up and set her on the seat. Jennie leaned forward and grasped the handlebars while Kala watched her in amazement.

Curious about everything before her, Jennie noticed a large, red button by her right hand and asked, “What’s this do?”

“It turns the engine off.”

“What’s this?” Jennie pointed to a grey panel under the small windshield.

“The LCD screen.” Kala turned the key partway, making the LCD window light up with a large zero and several smaller numbers.

“Oooh!” Jennie exclaimed, then asked, “Can you go really fast?”

“I’m faster than everyone — including the cops,” Kala stated.

As they continued to talk, Kala remarked to herself, Raven was right. There is something about little girls. She smiled and slowly shook her head as Jennie, who seemed to be curious about everything, asked question after question about her bike, her hair, her tattoos, her piercings. To her surprise, Kala realized that she was just as excited by and as interested in Jennie now as Jennie was in her. Last night, she was sure she’d hate meeting up with some little kid, but now… the girl was already growing on her.

“So, Jennie, you want to go for a ride?”

Jennie looked at Kala, her eyes popping out as she gasped excitedly, “Really?!”

Kala couldn’t help chuckle at such a cute reaction, “Uh-huh, really.”

Raven, who had been observing all this, quietly walked up behind Kala and whispered, “What’d I tell you…”

Kala turned to glare at Raven and hissed, “Fuck off!” before returning her attention to Jennie.

Smirking, Raven walked over to her own cycle. She was still carrying Bonnie, who looked back at Kala worriedly and asked, “Why is she mad at you?”

Raven replied, “She’s not mad. Just annoyed that I was right.”

Setting the girl on her bike, Raven sat down behind her and started it up.

“What about Jennie?!” Bonnie turned to ask Raven.

Raven backed up her bike several steps until the kids were next to each other. Bonnie said, “Jennie, me and Raven are going over to her house. You wanna come?”

Grinning, Jennie proudly told her, “Kala’s going to take me for a ride!”

Pleased that Jennie didn’t seem nervous any more, Bonnie smiled at her.

Raven looked at Kala, “You good?”

“Yeah.”

Raven twisted the throttle and drove slowly out of the parking lot.

As Jennie watched the others leave, Kala got on the bike behind her and switched on the ignition. Jennie started with a jerk at the sudden noise of the powerful engine, then realized as she saw the ground begin to move that the motorcycle was moving. She felt scared and held fearfully onto the gas tank in front of her as Kala steered the bike towards the road. When Kala pulled onto the road, she drove slowly at first, peeking at the girl to see her reaction, and when she saw that Jennie was getting used to it, she gradually picked up speed.

Feeling reassured at seeing Kala’s arms on either side of her, Jennie held onto the gas tank tightly at first, but as she became accustomed to the motion of the bike, she began to relax and enjoyed the feeling of flying down the road with the wind in her face. She had always wondered what it would be like to fly.

Now she looked everywhere at everything around her. Jennie hadn’t been to many places besides school and home, so she was amazed when she began seeing colorfully lit skyscrapers as they rode through downtown. And it only got more amazing. From the horses and carriages lined up along the sidewalk waiting to pick up the night’s revelers, to the monuments on Congress Avenue leading up to the Capitol building, it was a magical evening.

Kala drove around for a while until they went underneath a highway, then down a long road which curved alongside a mountain on the right and had a scenic overview on the left.

Eventually, Kala slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road, turning off the engine. After lifting Jennie off the bike, she got off herself and took Jennie’s hand, leading her to a set of darkened concrete steps leading up the side of a steep hill. After half a minute of climbing, they reached the top and stepped out to see that they were on the crest of a high hill, overlooking the Colorado River, glistening far below them in the moonlight.

“Wooow… where are we?” Jennie asked.

“Mount Bonnell. I like to come up here.”

To Jennie, the view looked like it went on forever. It seemed as if she could see the whole world. She turned to gaze at the brightly lit downtown buildings they had been in the midst of not that much earlier. “Wooow…”

Kala watched the child. Being such a tiny, frail thing, she was similar in a way to the kind of girls that Kala often looked for at Leather & Lace. Ones who were a little scared and unsure of themselves, who wandered into the club curious about being dominated by another woman. Jennie, however, was more than a little scared and unsure of herself. She was completely vulnerable.

Pointed to the water below, Jennie exclaimed, “Look, there’s a boat!” She lifted her gaze up to the stars, but then, feeling the chilly night air on her skin, shivered and clasped her arms around her.

Kala took off her leather jacket, placing it over the girl’s shoulders.

“That better?” she asked.

“Yes,” Jennie answered quietly.

After a minute, she turned and asked, “Why’s your name Kala?”

“It means ‘time’ in Sanskrit.”

When Jennie’s face wrinkled in confusion, Kala explained, “It’s another language.” She pointed a finger upwards, “See the stars?”

Jennie nodded.

“They’ve been there for millions of years. The river down there…” she pointed down to it “…has been there for thousands of years. We only have a short time here. Life is all about time. You’re either wasting it, killing it, spending it, losing it, or… doing it. It’s up to you to choose the correct way to use your time.”

Seeing that Jennie was still shivering, Kala knelt down behind and wrapped her arms about her, closing the jacket to keep her warm, holding her close. They continued to look up at the night sky, and Jennie gasped joyfully when she saw a shooting star. As other shooting stars occasionally appeared, the same thought occurred to each of them. How nice this felt.

Jennie whispered, “I really like this.”

Kala whispered back, “Me too.”

A brief silence followed as Kala wondered just how far she wanted to go. Then she said, “Do you wanna come back to my house for a while?”

Jennie looked at the woman, smiled, and nodded. Kala returned the smile before standing up. Taking Jennie’s hand, she led her back down the concrete steps and then onto her bike. Starting the bike up, they headed for home.

*****

When Kala pulled into the garage, she parked beside Raven’s bike, set Jennie down, and got off herself. She narrowed her eyes at Raven’s bike, knowing that Raven and that other kid, Bonnie, were inside fucking. Well, not fucking, according to Raven. Touching each other gently. Kala rolled her eyes as she looked at Jennie, wondering what she was going to do with this little girl.

Opening the door to her side of the duplex, she walked in with Jennie following close behind. Walking through the kitchen to the living room, Kala took off her jacket and threw it on the couch. On a nearby shelf, there were some books and CDs. Turning around, she saw Jennie eying the Little Caesar’s pizza box on the table.

Kala asked, “You hungry?”

Jennie nodded, appearing embarrassed, almost ashamed. Kala opened the pizza box and pulled out two pieces for the girl and two for herself, then put them in the microwave. When they were ready, she set them on the table. Jennie sat down and grabbed one, biting into it hungrily. Half a minute later, she had finished the first piece and was already halfway through the second one when Kala jokingly asked, “Don’t your parents feed you?”

Immediately, Jennie laid down the half-eaten slice of pizza and sat still, looking down at the table sadly.

Instantly regretting what she said, Kala told her gently, “Hey, listen, I was only kidding. I didn’t mean you couldn’t eat.”

Jennie looked up cautiously.

“I’m sorry. I am. Please go ahead, eat as much as you want,” Kala encouraged.

The nine-year-old smiled slightly and took a bite, chewing more slowly.

Kala sat down beside her, “Do you like it?”

Jennie, her mouth full of pizza, nodded.

After the girl finished, she was still eying the leftovers. Kala opened the box. “One or two?” she asked.

Jennie raised one finger shyly. Smiling at her response, Kala took a slice over to the microwave and heated it up, then gave it to Jennie. Sitting down again, Kala told her, “I get it without sauce. That’s why it tastes so good.” As Jennie finished her third slice, she burped loudly, causing her to grin with embarrassment and Kala to laugh.

Kala took the plate to the sink, then went through the bedroom to use the toilet. Stopping by the bed, she reached into the back of her pants and pulled out her Glock, laying it on the nightstand before going into the bathroom. After she was done, she stepped out to see Jennie holding the gun and looking at it curiously.

Alarmed, Kala yelled, “Put that down!”

Startled and scared, Jennie dropped the gun on the floor. Kala quickly walked over and picked it up. Laying it again on the nightstand, Kala told her sternly, “Don’t ever touch this!”

Hands trembling, lip quivering, Jennie was clearly terrified. Seeing the stricken look on her face and the tears welling in her eyes, Kala winced in regret. She knelt in front of the child, saying softly, “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you. I was just scared. This could hurt you and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I-I just wanted to look at it…” Jennie whispered.

Kala brushed back a lock of hair which had fallen across Jennie’s eyes. Lifting the girl’s chin, she smiled, “I know. And I’m not mad, okay?”

Jennie nodded. Kala paused, looking into her eyes, pondering what had just happened and how her feelings were so affected by this girl. She remembered what Raven had said the night before about Bonnie, ‘Shes different… I really like her.’ That’s what Kala was feeling tonight. There really was something about this little girl. Certainly no adult had ever brought out this kind of concern from her.

“Hey, have you ever been in a hot tub?” Kala asked.

Jennie just shrugged.

“Do you know what a hot tub is?”

When Jennie shook her head, Kala said, “C’mon.”

She stood up, grabbed two towels from the bathroom and headed out of the bedroom with Jennie following behind. Going through the living room to the back door, they stepped out onto the patio. The outside light was off, but there was enough light coming from the living room to illuminate the area.

Jennie looked at the large, steaming hot tub in wonder, her eyes lighting up at this miniature swimming pool that appeared to be maybe nine or ten feet across. She walked over and stuck her hand in, gasping, “It’s hot!”

Kala snickered and asked, “Do you want to get in?”

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“Neither do I.”

As Jennie looked on in stunned disbelief, Kala proceeded to take off all her clothes. With her eyes bugging out and her mouth hanging open, Jennie stared at the tattooed nude woman standing before her.

After pausing a moment, letting the girl get a good look, Kala asked, “You want to take your clothes off and get in with me?”

Jennie didn’t answer, mesmerized by Kala’s large bare breasts. Like Bonnie, she had never seen another woman naked before except her mom. Kala stepped closer, then knelt down to look in the girl’s eyes, “Jennie?”

Jennie awoke with a start and blinked at Kala.

“Do you want to get in?” Kala repeated.

The child looked all around, asking in a concerned voice, “But what if somebody sees me?”

“It’s dark and the neighbors are asleep. Nobody will see you.”

Jennie was silent for several seconds, before mumbling quietly, “I don’t have any…” then she stopped.

“Don’t have any what?” Kala asked.

“…boobies.”

Kala couldn’t resist smiling at how cute this was. “That’s okay.”

Jennie thought about it, then asked, “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“About what?”

“If I look funny naked.”

“You won’t look funny,” Kala assured her.

Jennie thought some more, then gave a small nod. Kala took the hem of Jennie’s shirt and slowly raised it up, pulling it off as Jennie raised her arms. Then, after taking off her shoes, she unbuttoned the girl’s jeans and slid them down, along with her panties, pulling them off her feet. Jennie held her arms over her front, trying to cover herself while looking around, still worried that someone would see.

Kala didn’t laugh. She gently took Jennie’s arms and drew them away.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she told the child. “You’re beautiful.”

That made Jennie smile. She felt a little more secure.

Standing up, Kala took Jennie’s hand and led her up the steps, into the water. As Jennie stepped to the center of the hot tub, Kala sat down at the side, watching the girl. Jennie splashed around, bouncing in the warm water, giggling. Then, as she turned, Kala noticed a dark reddish-purple bruise on her lower back.

“What happened here?” Kala lightly touched the bruise.

“Nothing. I fell down.”

The bubbly water felt so warm and good to Jennie, relaxing her completely. She lowered herself until her head went all the way under, then raised back up, wiping the water from her face, pushing her hair back, bouncing up and down again.

Kala couldn’t help staring, feeling herself getting turned on as she watched this naked young girl cavort, water dripping off her wet skin.

Suddenly Jennie came over, “Ooh, what’s that?”

Kala followed Jennie’s gaze to her arm, to an intricate tiger stripe tattoo. “You like that?”

“Yeah. It makes you look like a tiger.” Jennie studied the other tattoos on the woman’s body. “I want one of a puppy,” Jennie stated, looking at her own belly, “Right on my tummy.”

She just keeps getting cuter and cuter, Kala thought to herself.

Jennie made her stand up, then turn slowly around, so she could see all the tattoos Kala had, occasionally asking questions about them. Pointed to her shoulder, the girl asked, “What’s this?” The tattoo was of a winged person made out of flames.

Kala looked at it. “That’s my family, the Burning Angels.”

Jennie’s face wrinkled in a mixture of confusion and disgust. “Your family?”

“Yeah, I’ve been with them since I was a teenager. I spend a lot of time with them.”

“What do you do?” Jennie asked.

“Ride… hang out.”

“What’s ‘hang out’ mean?”

“It’s sort of like camping.”

“What’s that?” Jennie asked.

“You know, sleeping outside instead of inside.”

“Do they ride motorcycles too?”

“Uh-huh.”

Noticing the shaved sides of Kala’s head, Jennie reached up and brushed her fingers across the short bristles in amazement, then touched the mohawk itself and the piercing in her nose, all the while asking questions. As Jennie admired the strange wonders of Kala’s body, she forgot about being naked and stood up straight, unwittingly exposing her bare chest to Kala, who was quietly admiring the girl’s body as well.

Without even meaning to, Kala reached out and lightly touched one of Jennie’s flat nipples with her finger. Jennie looked down at Kala’s fingertip on her nipple, then up at Kala. The woman quickly pulled her hand away in embarrassment and for a long moment, they just stared at one another.

Slowly reaching out once again, feeling like an innocent virgin herself, Kala dragged a finger across Jennie’s nipple. She glanced at Jennie, who was looking at her expectantly, while her other hand reached out to the girl. She wrapped both hands around Jennie, feeling her narrow waist, lightly caressing her back, then sliding down to gently cup her tiny bottom. Jennie became still, no longer saying anything.

“Do you like this?” Kala asked quietly. Jennie nodded slightly.

Its not like I planned it, Kala. It just happened. Kala heard Raven’s voice in her head. ‘There was something irresistible about her. 

You got that right, Kala thought. Seeing Jennie’s eyes glazing over, Kala’s hands stopped moving. “Jennie?”

Jennie’s eyes came back into focus.

“You want to go inside now, to my room?” Again, Jennie nodded.

Kala stood up and helped Jennie out of the hot tub, Grabbing a towel, she knelt down to dry the girl, even though she knew very well that Jennie could have done that herself. She wanted to dry her off. It was as if Jennie’s undeveloped body was calling her to do so. Draping the towel around her shoulders, she tenderly rubbed it over the bare skin, as though Jennie might break if she did it too hard.

Im gentle with her.

Sighing to herself at Raven’s uncanny predictions, Kala finished drying Jennie and herself. Then she led the girl, wrapped in the towel, into her bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. Squatting nude before her, they stared at each other as Kala rubbed Jennie’s thighs gently through the towel.

Half a minute passed, then Jennie asked, “Are we gonna have sex now?”

“What do you know about sex?” Kala asked, surprised at the nine-year-old’s question.

“Bonnie says it’s when you put your hand… down there… where you pee,” the girl muttered awkwardly.

Suppressing a smile at her cuteness, Kala told her, “Sex, um… is about making someone feel good when you touch them.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere that feels good.”

Kala paused then asked, “Would you like to touch me?”

Jennie glanced at Kala’s breasts, at her erect nipples.

“It’s okay, go ahead,” Kala encouraged.

Jennie reached out slowly with one hand and tentatively let her fingers fall upon the supple form, but just grazing the side. Taking Jennie’s hands in hers, Kala placed them firmly over both breasts and held them there, letting the girl become accustomed to touching her.

“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered as Jennie gently squeezed her breasts.

Slipping her hands beneath the towel to stroke Jennie’s bare legs, Kala asked, “Does this feel good?”

Jennie nodded, and Kala slid her hands higher to Jennie’s waist, thumbs on her hip bones, and asked, “What about this?” The girl nodded again. “What about…” Kala began, as she snaked one hand around to Jennie’s bottom, letting a finger probe into her crack “…here.” Jennie began wriggling around and giggling, causing the towel to fall off, as she felt Kala’s finger tickling her butt.

“You’re ticklish!” Kala proclaimed. Jennie smiled shyly.

Kala’s hands slid up and down Jennie’s back, nails lightly grazing along her skin, making the little girl shiver. Kala continued this as she eased Jennie down and gently pressed her mouth against her belly button. As her fingers slid along Jennie’s sides, Kala stuck her tongue in the belly button, eliciting a gleeful squeal. Moving higher, she licked a flat nipple, pressing her mouth over it. Though there wasn’t any breast there, she couldn’t resist.

Jennie watched, feeling the warmth of Kala’s breath on her chest, seeing her lips and tongue playing with her nipple. Kala’s mouth tickled and felt wet. Jennie liked it.

After a moment, Kala drew back and gazed at the child’s hairless sex. It was so tiny, like her, and closed. Kala slowly spread Jennie’s legs apart, opening her sex more so that Kala was able to barely see the bright pink color within. Extending a finger, she moved it back and forth along the slit as she watched Jennie stare back at her in shock. If she wasn’t so completely turned on, Kala might have laughed at Jennie’s comical look of astonishment. But as Kala’s ministrations continued, Jennie’s eyelids drooped and her breathing deepened. Deciding she was ready, that they were both ready, Kala placed her mouth over Jennie’s sex and stuck her tongue inside.

Jennie gasped, wide-eyed in shock, as she watched the woman lick her. Though she was revolted at first, it soon began to feel good, and after a while, it felt REALLY good. Within a minute, her eyes were closed and her legs would momentarily jerk from time to time. Kala’s hands continued to rub Jennie’s body as her tongue swirled around inside her, drawing out little cries and sighs.

Jennie tried to speak, “Kala… I… I think…” then she began to shudder and whimper as her legs shot out straight, her toes curling. Her face scrunched up as if she had eaten something sour. Alternating between gasping and holding her breath, her body spasmed as her hips thrust upward again and again, until finally she sank back into the bed, completely exhausted.

Kala watched from between her legs as Jennie’s breathing gradually evened out and she drifted off to sleep. Getting up from the floor and sitting on the bed, she admired the sleeping child, her mussed hair, her still heaving sides, and especially the rosy afterglow of orgasm on her face. She was so small, so delicate. Kala took the girl’s hand, comparing it to hers. So beautiful.

Then she remembered that she had to take Jennie back home. Gently shaking her, “Jennie…”

Jennie opened her eyes, murmuring sleepily, “I think I peed. I didn’t mean to. It just…”

“You didn’t pee,” Kala assured her.

“That… was… I don’t know. It felt…” she yawned “…really really good.” Her eyes closed again.

Kala sighed. She did not want this to end. But it had to, for now.

“Time to go home,” Kala told her as she stood, raising Jennie to a sitting position.

Going back out to the patio to collect Jennie’s clothes, Kala returned to find the girl hunched over, almost asleep again. I need to get this kid home, Kala told herself as she began awkwardly pulling on Jennie’s clothes over her arms and legs.

After she was finally dressed, Kala got herself dressed too, then led a drowsy Jennie to the garage and set her on the bike. As Kala started the bike up, the noise and night air woke Jennie up. She held onto the gas tank as Kala drove back to the theater parking lot.

Coming to a stop, Kala asked, “Where’s your house?”

Jennie told her, “I can walk home from here.”

“Let me drive you home. You shouldn’t be walking alone at night.”

“My house isn’t far. I don’t want you to drive there because…” she paused.

“You’re afraid your parents might hear?”

“Yeah,” Jennie answered.

Putting down the kickstand, Kala set Jennie down, then got off herself. Kneeling in front of the girl, Kala told her, “I really liked being with you.”

“Me too.”

“Can I call you?”

Jennie said quietly, “I don’t have a phone.”

“Well, could I see you again, tomorrow night?”

“I think so. If I can sneak out.”

“I’ll wait for you here tomorrow night at nine.”

They each looked at the other, smiling for a minute, then Kala did something that she rarely did to other girls. She leaned over and gently kissed her lips. “Tomorrow night.”

Jennie smiled, “Okay,” then ran through a nearby grove of trees and disappeared from view.

Standing up, Kala stared at the spot where Jennie had disappeared, then got on her bike, started it up, and headed for home.

*****

Half an hour later, she heard Raven’s bike coming into the garage. Getting up from the couch, she walked out to the garage. Raven got off her bike and smirked at Kala, “I guess I’m not the only pervert here.”

Kala glared as she followed her into the house. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… bitch.”

As Raven took off her jacket and opened the fridge, Kala sat down on the recliner and said, “It’s so weird. There was no fucking. I didn’t even come. It was…” She searched for the right word to say.

“Amazing,” Raven finished for her.

Kala’s eyebrows raised as she stared into space and breathed out, “Yeaaah…”

Raven tossed her a beer, then came over and sat on the couch. Kala continued, “And she actually came. A little girl. Shit, just seeing that almost made me come. It was, it was…”

“Amazing,” Raven finished for her again.

Kala looked at her, “Yeaaah…”

“I told you you’d like her.”

“You know… that was the first girl I ever had sex with without fucking,” she paused, staring at nothing. “I have to see her again. She said she’ll try to meet me tomorrow night.”

“You can’t call her?” Raven asked.

“She doesn’t have a phone.”

“Do you know where her house is?”

“No. She went through some trees near the parking lot.”

Raven took a sip of her beer. “Well, I guess you’ll find out tomorrow.”

Continue on to Chapter 4

The Holly and the Ivy, Chapter 4

  • Posted on April 13, 2017 at 1:12 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Marcy woke late the next morning. After washing up the night before, she’d ordered a room service dinner then watched some TV before getting a pay-per-view movie. She hadn’t even bothered getting dressed again. Marcy had slept very well, her dreams filled with images of young, naked girls and sweet lovemaking.

With a stretch and yawn, she swung her legs out over the edge of the bed and sat up, then made her way toward the bathroom. Seeing the dirty dishes on the cart as she passed by, Marcy chuckled, remembering the shocked look on the young woman’s face when she’d delivered the meal.

Marcy had suddenly realized she was naked when the knock came at the door. Rushing to throw on a robe, she’d failed to properly tie the belt. Once the server had pushed the cart into the suite, Marcy pulled some cash out of her purse as a tip and handed it to the young woman. It was at that moment the robe decided to fall open, giving the pretty brunette a clear view of her treasures.

The server’s expression went from surprise to a devilish grin when she saw that Marcy was in no hurry to cover herself up again. She took the money from Marcy’s hand, pausing a little longer than required. It was obvious that the woman was having a hard time trying not to stare at Marcy’s nakedness. As she turned to leave, she glanced back over her shoulder for one last look. Marcy smiled at her and blew a kiss, making the cute young woman blush. Had it been another time and place she may have invited her in to be a tasty appetizer.

* * *

After Marcy finished her shower, she decided she would spend some time by the pool with a good book. Her attempt to do so the previous day had been pleasantly derailed. Marcy found her bikini on living room floor right where it had been discarded by that darling little girl, Nancy. She put it on again, covering it with a pair of shorts and t-shirt. Grabbing her bag, she headed downstairs.

Out by the pool, Marcy selected a lounge chair that was in a shaded area on opposite side of the pool from the bar. Before sitting down, she took off her shirt and shorts and put on her sunglasses after retrieving them from her bag. She scanned the pool area hoping her young lover might be there. There were a couple of older men sitting at the bar and she could see several adults down on the beach, but no little girls. Sighing, she sat down to read.

Marcy had read only a few paragraphs when she heard the splashes of two bodies jumping into the pool not far from her. She lowered her paperback enough to look over the top. She didn’t see anyone at first, but a moment later two heads broke the surface. Their backs were turned toward her so all she could tell was that they were girls, and that one was a blonde and the other had short dark hair. Marcy turned her attention back to the novel, but it wasn’t long before the two kids started sloshing around in the pool and giggling like young girls at play often do.

Once again she lowered her book and watched the girls, enjoying the spectacle. They were bouncing up and down and splashing each other. Marcy figured they were in their early teens from the very small boobs that were barely covered by their bikinis. She was entranced by the two as they danced in the water, gleefully spraying one another while moving closer and closer in an ever-tightening circle. It dawned on Marcy that these two looked so alike they must be twins — and that is when they started to kiss.

Marcy was transfixed by their open display of affection. The girls glanced over at Marcy, giggled, then resumed kissing. She had been caught staring at them but didn’t really care. She also couldn’t believe this was really happening. Marcy looked toward the old men at the bar, but they seemed oblivious to what was taking place.

Returning her gaze to the girls, she saw that the blonde, who wore a black bikini, had pushed the white material of the other girl’s tiny bikini up exposing her small boob. The blonde pinched at the nipple, then took it into her mouth and gently nursed it. After a couple of seconds, she fixed the girl’s top again and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Together they moved to the edge of the pool and climbed out.

As the pair approached and Marcy got a better look at their faces, it hit her. The sudden recognition of who these girls were was almost impossible for her to believe. Her mouth hanging open, Marcy studied the two beautiful young things who now stood dripping at the foot of her chair. These were the same girls she had seen standing in the doorway almost a month ago kissing each other.

Marcy felt paralyzed, she couldn’t move or speak. She just stared dumbfounded at their perfect bodies, from their angelic faces to the hard nipples that pushed against the wet material clinging to their small breasts. Their bellies flat and waists narrow. Slightly wider hips leading down to long, slender legs.

Amidst her confusion and disbelief, Marcy found herself getting very turned on. Then another thought occurred to her. Could these be Nancy’s sisters?

“Yes, we are Nancy’s sisters,” the blonde said. “I could tell you were thinking it,” she finished with a giggle.

“Come play with us,” the raven-haired girl said, holding out a hand.

Marcy didn’t know what to think. This was all so much to take in, and very strange, but it was as if her brain had gone on vacation and left her pussy in charge. She got up and took the offered hand, then followed the preteens to the far side of the pool area without quite knowing why.

“Where is Nancy?” she finally managed to ask.

“She was called home, but sends her love. She really likes you,” the blonde girl answered.

Marcy looked at the blonde quizzically. Called home? That’s a strange thing to say, she thought.

The raven-haired girl still held her hand as they approached a small gate. The sign on it read ‘Employees Only’. The girl let go of Marcy’s hand and began to fiddle with a small lock that was on the gate. Two seconds later it was off, and she pushed the gate open. The three went through, then the blonde closed the gate and replaced the lock.

A few yards beyond the gate was a small building. Some sort of storage or utility unit, Marcy guessed. The raven-haired girl opened the door and led the other two inside. The room they entered was mostly empty save a few deck chairs and cushions. Light filtered in through a shaded window.

Once the door was closed, the twins moved up beside Marcy, placed a hand on each shoulder and began to kiss her neck. Marcy gave a soft moan at the touch of their lips on her skin. She hadn’t been with two girls at the same time since Zoey and Crystal, so many years earlier.

“She is really pretty,” said one sister to the other.

“Yes, she is.”

Marcy just stood there, not really sure if she was actually in control of herself and her movements. All she knew is that she was getting more excited by the minute. The girl’s hands were now exploring her body, up and down her arms and over her stomach, coming close but not quite touching her intimate parts. Marcy was becoming warm, her heart pounding in her chest. One of the girls removed the top of her bikini, then took a breast into her hand and gently fondled it while the other girl began to kiss Marcy, exploring her mouth with her tongue.

The young seductresses guided her down onto one of the lounge chairs that was fully reclined. Once she was on her back, Blondie resumed kissing her while her twin knelt at Marcy’s side and took an erect nipple into her mouth. The girl played her tongue expertly around the nipple as she caressed Marcy’s flat belly with her hand.

Marcy groaned into the blonde’s mouth at the wonderful feelings that were coursing through her body. Blondie broke the kiss and joined her sister at Marcy’s breasts. She took the other nipple into her mouth, gently pinching it with her teeth. Marcy let out gasp and the girl released her teeth only to flick the nipple with her tongue and softly suck on it. Marcy groaned again.

The twins soon kissed their way down Marcy’s belly, their hands busy stroking her legs and inner thighs. They teased her by each letting a finger repeatedly graze her bikini bottoms just shy of her pussy. Marcy squirmed and whimpered every time they did it. The girls kept kissing her on the belly, hips, and thighs, being careful not to get too close to her aching pussy.

Finally the twelve-year-olds hooked their fingers into Marcy’s swimsuit bottom and tugged the flimsy garment down her legs, letting it drop to the floor.

“I think we’re overdressed.” Marcy heard one of the sisters say, as she opened her eyes to see them standing above her.

The raven-haired girl smiled down at Marcy. “Will you help us get naked?”

Although she wasn’t sure her legs would hold her, Marcy somehow managed to stand up. Deciding to begin with Blondie, she stepped in front of the beauty, placed a hand on each shoulder, and softly kissed the young girl’s lips. Blondie answered the kiss with a probing tongue.

Marcy held their kiss as she slid her hands around to remove the girl’s bikini top. With the strings untied, Marcy broke the kiss so she could watch the top fall away. She gazed down at the pair of lovely little bumps topped with stiff pink nipples. Just above Blondie’s left nipple was a small birthmark, hidden before, that resembled a five-pointed star. Marcy thought how cute it was as she bent to kiss each swollen nipple.

Getting to her knees, Marcy tugged at the black bikini bottom and Blondie wiggled her hips as Marcy slid the scrap of material down the girl’s slender legs, then helped her step out of it. Looking back up at the preteen’s mound, she saw that it was completely bald. The moisture on her slit gleamed in the light and Marcy couldn’t help but wipe up a drop with a finger and bring it to her own mouth for a taste.

“Not so fast! It’s my turn now!” Raven Hair exclaimed when she heard her sister gasp at the intimate touch.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I haven’t forgotten you,” Marcy chuckled, as she stood and turned to her.

Marcy repeated the undressing process with the second girl, enjoying every moment of it. When she broke their kiss and looked down at an identical pair of bumps topped with pink nipples, she was surprised to find that this twin also had a birthmark. Hers, however, was on the opposite side, and was a perfect crescent moon.

Kneeling down to remove the girl’s bikini bottoms, she watched as the young sisters begin to kiss each other and fondle one another’s nipples. Marcy shivered with arousal. She was so turned on. Still on her knees, she touched her own pussy and not surprisingly found it sopping wet.

She got the white bikini bottoms off. Now all three were nude. Marcy placed a hand on the girl’s smooth, slender calf, sliding it slowly up, behind her knee, then between her thighs, and still higher, until the side of her hand was pressing against her slit.

Raven Hair moaned into her sister’s mouth as she parted her legs slightly. Marcy used her thumbs to spread the girl’s tender lips, allowing her to push her tongue in and savor the taste. Marcy licked and sucked at the preteen pussy for a few moments as she felt the girl shudder and her legs threaten to give way. She let her tongue explore the moistened vagina, loving the sweet taste of it.

As Marcy moved her mouth upward, her tongue found the little clit. The young girl jerked and cried out at the touch. She was breathing hard, panting. Marcy could tell she was building toward a climax. At the same time, Marcy felt the hand of the other girl, Blondie, exploring the wet pussy, small fingers sliding through the folds.

“Lie down on the chair,” Marcy commanded, and the raven-haired girl obeyed.

“Help me make your sister come,” she said to her twin.

Marcy and Blondie moved to either side and helped reposition the girl. Spreading her slim legs, they both moved down and began to use their mouths to further stimulate her. Marcy’s and Blondie’s tongues would touch and bump together as they worked the sensitive clit. Blondie had a finger inside her sister while another was teasing her rosebud. It wasn’t long before the girl cried out as an orgasm swept through her.

After Raven Hair had calmed down just a bit, she and Marcy switched places. While the sweet dark-haired girl settled in between her legs, Blondie positioned herself over Marcy’s face. Marcy grabbed Blondie’s hips and pulled her down so the tempting young pussy was against her mouth. She knew her own orgasm was only seconds away as the eager raven-haired twin began to suck on her swollen clit and finger her at the same time.

Marcy devoured the blonde girl’s pussy. She sucked on her lips and her clit. Her tongue poked inside the juicy vagina. Blondie was rocking on her face just like her little sister had done the night before. Marcy’s own hips were thrusting at the other twin’s assault on her twat. Blondie came. Her body shook and she screamed loud enough that Marcy was sure someone outside would hear. But that didn’t matter right now as she was being rocked by her own powerful orgasm. Marcy was washed by waves of pure pleasure as the young girl continued to lick at her pussy.

When their breathing slowed, Blondie slid down Marcy’s body until she was face to face with the woman. They kissed deeply. Marcy guessed it probably wasn’t the first time the child had tasted her own juices on someone else’s lips.

“Thank you, that was wonderful,” the blonde murmured while giving Marcy a series of small kisses all over her mouth and cheeks.

“Yes. Thank you,” she heard the other twin say. Turning to look at the girl, she saw that she was arranging several chair cushions on the floor.

“Nancy was right,” Blondie continued. “It would be nice to have you as our mommy.”

Marcy smiled as she thought, What must their mother be like to make them say that to a stranger? She put her arms around the slender blonde and gave her a warm hug.

“That would be nice,” Marcy agreed.

“You two should join me down here,” the other twin said, sitting on the mattress made of cushions.

“Are you thinking what I am?” Blondie asked her sister as she jumped onto the floor.

“Obviously,” Raven Hair replied.

“What?” Marcy asked, eyeing the naked preteens — though she was so intoxicated by these two it really didn’t matter what they had in mind.

“Daisy chain!” they exclaimed in unison.

Marcy smiled. “Now this is something I haven’t done in a very long time.”

The girls giggled as she got down on the floor with them. They positioned themselves so Marcy could lick Raven Hair, Raven Hair her sister, and Blondie, Marcy. The three hungrily worked their tongues and fingers on the pussy in front of them. The room was soon filled with the ecstatic moans, whimpers, and cries of one woman and two very excited and horny girls all coming at the same time. When they finished they shifted around until Marcy had a twin nestled on either side.

“Mmm, I wish this didn’t have to end,” Marcy sighed. She lay on her back looking up at the ceiling while the girls cuddled close, softly caressing.

“Maybe it doesn’t have to,” Blondie remarked.

“What do you mean?” asked Marcy.

“If you wish it, then maybe…” Raven Hair began before pausing.

“Maybe what?” Marcy asked, turning to the girl.

The twins sang together, in pleasing harmony: “ ♫ We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when ♫ ”

Marcy looked over at the blonde, then back at her sister.

This was weird. That’s twice today that song has come up, she thought to herself. Then she smiled and told them, “Well in that case. I wish it. I wish it very much.”

The girls leaned in, each kissing her softly on a cheek.

“We have to go now,” Blondie said. “Can you meet us on the beach tonight around midnight?”

Marcy continued to stare up at the ceiling. “What did you have in mind?”

“You’ll see. But can you?”

“Yes, I suppose. Except… can I have a hint as to why?” she asked as she watched the girls get up and start searching for their clothes.

“Nope. It’s against the rules,” said Raven Hair as she pulled on her bikini bottoms.

Marcy just lay there, she didn’t want to move. Soon the girls were dressed and heading for the door.

“See you tonight,” they said together, and then they were gone.

Marcy decided she had better get dressed too and out of the utility shed before getting caught. Quickly dressing, she left the unit and realized there was probably a strong smell of sex in there now and the next person to enter it might be in for a shock.

Smiling to herself, she made her way back through the gate, locking it behind her. Once she was back to her lounge chair and saw that her belongings had not been taken, she went to the pool and dove in.

Continue on to Chapter 5