Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By a2b

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2008 }

Ten-year-old Sarah Jones padded into the girls changing rooms, roughly towelling her wet brown hair. She sat down on one of the wooden benches and watched her toned legs shake up and down.

“How many lengths did you do?” came a sweet voice from the showers.

“Fourteen, I think.” replied Sarah, pulling a key from her dark blue one-piece.

“Fourteen!? What are you a mermaid?”

Samantha Hardy, or Summer as she preferred to be called, came out of the shower. She carried a towel but didn’t bother to wear it, instead letting her long blonde hair cling to her body as water poured off her deeply tanned skin.

The two girls had known each other their whole lives, just as their mothers had before them. They hardly ever went a week without staying over at each other’s home. They knew everything about each other.

Well, there was something about Sarah that Summer didn’t know, but how do you tell your best friend that you love her more than anything else in the world?

“How many did you do?” asked Sarah, grabbing both Summer’s and her own bag from the locker.

“I barely did four,” said Summer, taking off her pink bikini top “But then I’m not half fish.”

Sarah replied by showing Summer her tongue and continued towelling herself dry. When she was done she pulled the straps down off her arms and pulled a white cotton dress from her bag. She slipped it over her body. All the while, Sarah sneaked peaks at Summer as she pushed her pink bottoms down her long legs and stood nude while she dried herself. Summer wasn’t the only one naked in the changing room, there were many other both older and younger, but Sarah couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friend for more than a few minutes.

Although both girls were the same age, puberty had apparently met up with Summer early. Her breasts were already budding out, not large enough yet to need a bra but big enough to be noticeable, with puffy pink nipples capping them off.

Sarah could just about make out the blonde fuzz forming at the top off her friend’s slit, and was more than a little dismayed when it was covered in a pair of panties.

“Want to stop off at the park on the way home?” asked Summer, pulling a yellow pair of shorts and matching t-shirt from her bag.

“Yeah, okay.” said Sarah, her voice sounding distant to her own ears.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she pulled off her swimsuit from under her dress and wrapped it in her towel and began searching through her bag.

“Oh no.” she said quietly after a good rummage.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to pack my underwear.” she whispered.

“Oh,” said Summer, with the faintest of smiles, “Just wear your swimsuit, then.”

“I can’t, it’s still wet.”

“Well then, go without,” Summer said. “No one’s going to be able to see under your dress.”

“You sure?”

“Definitely. Nobody’s gonna notice.”

***

The clouds were faint, barely noticeable as the two friends walked down the street, but they gathered quickly, casting a shadow over the young girls as they chatted to each other. The wind came first, teasing with the hem of Sarah’s dress, threatening to whip it up.

“Maybe we should forget about the park.” said Summer, watching her friend closely.

“Good idea.” agreed Sarah, holding the front and back of her dress down.

The storm broke, drops of rain falling like bullets, the wind picking and swirling round, the two girls shrieking in surprise.

Sarah and Summer broke into a run as the rain came down heavily. Sarah was forced to let go of her dress in order to keep up with Summer and she could feel it flipping up past her waist with every step. It didn’t help matters either that her swimming bag hung low and was slapping against her butt.

Summer led the way into the park — stopping to play or not, it was still a shortcut to the street they lived on. Summer suddenly turned off the cobbled path and ran across the grass. Sarah followed with a puzzled expression on her face, which quickly cleared when she saw the large oak they were running to.

“We should have stayed at the stupid pool,” complained Summer, rubbing her arms and the tiny goose bumps that had appeared on her skin.

Sarah nodded in agreement and leant back against the tree. The leaves didn’t block off all the rain, but it was better than nothing.

“Maybe you should put your swimsuit back on.” said Summer.

“It’s okay. I’m not really that cold.” Which was the truth; she was wet but the rain wasn’t that cold.

“Um… I wasn’t really talking about the cold,” Summer replied, nodding downwards at her friend’s dress.

Sarah looked down and saw the heavy rain had soaked her cotton garment right through. The white material had turned almost completely transparent, her pointy nipples and the bald crease between her legs were as clear as if she was naked.

“Ohhh…” Sarah groaned, dropping her bag on the wet grass and opening it up.

“Airy itty.” Sarah heard, just barely, over the falling rain.

“What?” asked Sarah, looking up at her friend.

“I said ‘you’re very pretty’.” replied Summer.

Sarah looked up at her friend with a smile, but something caught her eye.

“Hey, wait! You’ve got underwear on under your shorts.”

“So?”

“So, let me wear them.”

“What?” exclaimed Summer with a grin, “Get your own panties!”

“Aw c’mon, I can’t go walking around like this.”

“If you want them, you’re gonna have to catch them!” laughed Summer as she ran out into the rain.

Sarah felt herself charged with energy and took off in pursuit. The girls chased each other, each laughing whenever the other slipped on the wet grass. Summer turned a couple of cartwheels and then looked at Sarah with ‘beat that’ look on her face.

Sarah did, copying both the cartwheels and then adding a backfip at the end, not caring anymore when the wet dress slipped straight down to her armpits whenever she was on her hands.

“Ha!” she said triumphantly, “Beat that!”

But when she looked up, Summer was back at the tree, leaning against it and watching with a smile. Sarah was confused for a moment before going up to join her.

“Given up, have ya?”

Summer’s yellow t-shirt clung tightly to her young body, and Sarah could make out her friend’s swollen nipples rising up and down.

“What’s up?”

The next thing she knew, Sarah was on the ground. Summer was laughing as the two girls rolled over one another, and Sarah couldn’t help but join in with her.

They eventually stopped, with Summer holding herself over Sarah.

“Iloveyou.” Summer suddenly blurted out.

“What?” asked Sarah, with Summer’s blonde hair covering the girl’s face; Sarah wasn’t sure she was being serious.

“I love you.” she said, slower this time.

Sarah reached with a shaking hand and parted Summer’s long golden locks. She gasped as she saw the girl had tears in her eyes, her bottom lip shaking. Without thinking about what she was doing, Sarah pushed herself up, closer to her best friend’s wet face.

Her mouth was warm and moist, the kiss tender and loving. All the intimacy and mutual adoration the pair had for each other was blending together; intoxicating, incredible, slowly growing more passionate.

Summer opened her mouth for Sarah’s tongue, and they wrestled in the hot cavern of her mouth. Sarah’s eyes went wide in shock at what was happening, but they slowly fluttered shut and she pulled Summer closer to her.

Summer broke the kiss and looked at Sarah; first her face, then her whole body, the wet dress bunched up at the girl’s waist. Sarah’s legs were bent back, exposing her pink sex and tiny puckered asshole.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Summer asked.

Sarah shook her head and pulled Summer down for more kisses. The blonde girl sighed softly into Sarah’s mouth as she felt hands sliding down her back, making their way under her drenched t-shirt and pushing it up.

“Are you sure you don’t know what you’re doing?” asked Summer as Sarah tugged the garment off Summer completely and dropped it on the grass next to her.

Sarah said “No,” and put her hands on Summer’s breasts, squeezing the hard orbs and relishing in the feel of her nipples tightening between her fingers.

“Don’t squeeze them so hard.” Summer panted, closing her eyes at the sensation.

The girls held each other as the rain coursed down their skin, little rivulets of water running between their bodies, down their stomachs, drops of rain impacting like little shots of pleasure on their aroused flesh.

Sarah leaned up and took one of Summer’s nipples into her mouth. Summer’s hand clenched in the grass, digging little trenches with her fingers. She let out small moans which grew deeper and louder with every suck, until she felt a bubble of heat burst inside of her and her young body climaxing for the first time.

The girls lay together for several minutes, Sarah holding Summer’s shaking body.

“Are you okay?” she asked, stroking the girl’s back.

“I’ve… never felt… better…” said Summer breathlessly.

“What happened to you?”

“I-I don’t know. It felt like something inside me went pop, you know?” When Sarah shook her head, Summer broke out into a devious smile, “Well then, I guess I better show you.”

Summer reached down and took the dress straps off of Sarah’s shoulders. The brunette sat up and helped her take her dress completely off, exposing her slender, toned body to her in an open field with rain falling around and on them.

She leaned over and licked Sarah’s small nipples, eventually taking one then the other completely into her mouth, like Sarah had done to her. The feeling that washed over Sarah from the way her friend’s tongue slid over them was incredible.

The girls sat up and started kissing again. Sarah held Summer close to her, pressing their chests together. Summer broke away and started kissing neck and chest. Her hand slid down Sarah’s side, found her leg and made its way up the thigh. Instinctively, Sarah leant back, opening her legs to give Summer access to her wet pussy.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” asked Sarah, to which Summer nodded with a smile.

Her fingers played around the young lips for awhile, and then went up to her hardened clit. Thunder crashed overhead, completely overwhelming Sarah’s cries of pleasure as Summer thrust her fingers deep inside her, the delicate fingers carrying her lover to new heights of pleasure, her long, toned body writhing on the grass as the rain pounded down on the couple, covering them in a glistening sheen of rainwater.

The young girl arched up in pleasure, a climax overtaking her quickly as Summer’s fingers worked their magic inside her, curling in her, stretching her wide as she thrashed in pleasure, her muscles clenching in orgasm.

Summer’s tongue slid across the skin of her lover, tasting the rainwater that soaked both of them, across her stomach, unceasing in motion until her mouth reached her lover’s dripping sex, tongue licking up the thick juices, eagerly tasting Sarah’s essence.

The tiny girl sucked her lover’s clit into her mouth, gripping it gently with her teeth as she rubbed the tip of her tongue against it, feeling Sarah’s hips jerk at the slightest contact, hands trying to hold her steady as she suckled on the hard bud, sliding her fingers into her lover’s damp passage again, moaning out softly as the rain pounded down on her back.

Sarah arched completely up from the ground, her entire body shaking in ecstasy as she hit her second climax, juices gushing into Summer’s mouth as that warm tongue moved inside her, prolonging her orgasm, drawing it out, urging every bit of pleasure from the orgasm that could be had.

***

Sarah and Summer sat on one of the park benches, their arms around each other, their wet, nude bodies pressed together. The rain was still falling, but it was easing off, the sun peeking out through the clouds.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Sarah asked quietly.

“My mom,” replied Sarah, “Some nights she has friends of hers staying over. I snuck out of bed one night and saw what they were doing. My mom says it ’cause they’re lesbians.”

“Does that make us lesbians, then?”

“I suppose.”

“Cool.”

The girls leant closer together and kissed again, tongues wrapping around each other.

“Hey,” said Summer when they stopped for air, “When I said ‘I love you’, you didn’t answer.”

“Race you to the tree!”

Sarah hopped off the bench and ran out onto the grass, Summer followed behind shouting out to her. Sarah reached the tree first and turned to face her.

“I LOVE YOU!” she shouted, “FOREVER!”

The End

By HardJulia

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

REPORT OF THE STUDY OF SEXUAL ATTRACTION AND SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN WOMEN AND PRETEEN GIRLS

 

Introduction

This study, conducted by the Faculty of Social Science, has become known to many as the “Leslita Project”. It owes its origins to a more general study of human sexual response conducted by the faculty in 2008 which appeared to reveal that a significant minority of women found themselves sexually attracted to girls in the preteen age group. The earlier study recoomended more work to establish the full extent and nature of this attraction and the extent to which it was acted upon and reciprocated by preteens. That work was finally begun in 2011 when funds became available from an anonymous sponsor.

The age groups chosen for study were women 21-50 and girls younger than 12. The omission of individuals in the 13-20 age group was deliberate and arises from the need to consider two distinct and recognisable populations.

 

Methods

The major problem as always was identifying a sufficiently large sample of females in the target age groups who would particpate . This was exacerbated by the fact that the study needed to establish the extent of actual physical relationships, which are illegal.

An attempt to conduct an anonymous internet-based study was soon abandoned when it became apparent that more than 30% of participants were men posing as women and girls. The method finally adopted was to place 50 computer booths in public places such as shopping malls in various cities around the country. The booths offered a small free gift in return for participation in an unrelated consumer survey. The participants were asked to enter their emai addresses in order to recieve the gift. Hidden cameras in the booths took photographs of the participants which were later correlated with email addresses by project staff in order to indentify genuine members of the target groups, based on their appearance.

This method identified around 2000 women and 1500 preteen girls in the target groups, all of whom were sent emails explaining the purposes of the study and how their anonymity would be safeguarded. There was a gift of $10 worth of internet purchase vouchers offered for participation, which was the major expense incurred by the project. Postive responses were high, particularly from the girls, and eventually 1000 women and 1000 girls were selected to recive a questionaire. The 100 questions were related to the prevalence and nature of any sexual attraction between the groups and any relevant sexual acts which had taken place. The results are discussed later.

From the 2000, those who had relevant sexual feelings or experience were invited to join a Focus Group who would be invited to come to the campus for further questioning and physical tests. This yielded around 100 volunteers from the women. In the case of the girls, ptoject staff negotiated with parents and guardians, sometimes offering additional finacial inducements. Parents were mostly unaware that their girls had admitted to having sexual feelings for women and were told that the study would focus on attitudes of preteens towards sexual matters generally. This statement was judged to be sufficiently close to the truth by the faculty ethics committee. 100 girls were recruited to the focus group in this way.

Finally, based on testing of the focus group members, 10 women and 10 girls were selected who had the highest mutual sexual attraction. These were invited to the end-of-project party and introduced to one another. Events taking place at the party were extensively recorded by both covert cameras and hand-held cameras operated by project staff.

* * *

The online questionnaire completed by the preteen group was very different from the one the women were sent. The questions were often picture-based. After basic information had been entered the girls were presented with a series of pictures of two men and two women and asked to select the two they found most attractive.

The pictures were of a group of models of various age groups hired by the project who had been chosen for their physical attractiveness, based on the opinions of the project team. . Girls who consistently chose men were directed to the completion screen and took no furthrt part in the study. They only accounted for 20% of the group, mainly the 12-year-olds. The rest were asked to review the pictures again and choose the adult they would most like to see naked. There was a tickbox for those who did not want to view nudity. Almost all the girls chose a woman and the few who chose men, or elected not to choose, were eliminated.

The rest, 75%, were shown nude pictures of the model they had chosen, front and rear views, and asked if they would like to touch or kiss her. Those answering ‘yes’ were allowed 5 mouse-clicks to indicate parts of her body they would like to touch and 5 more to indicate parts they would like to kiss. The touches and kisses were to be placed in order of preference. The clicks left behind a small letter ‘o’ for touches and an ‘x’ for kisses so the girls themselves could see their choices. Those answering ‘no’ were eliminated, leaving around 70%.

Later the results of the girls’ choices were printed out on a life-size composite picture and studied in great detail. The majority of the touches were in sexual positions with the breast area accounting for 50% of all touch mouse-clicks. The legs and buttocks scored around 20% with 10% for the genital region and 10% elsewhere.

On the other hand over 50% of kisses were placed on the lips or face and 30% on breasts, usually both. Kisses in the genital region accounted for 10% and the buttocks 5%. Feet, neck and lower leg kisses were among the other choices.

Interestingly, of the 70% of girls remaining in the study, 10% elected to kiss their model’s genitals as a first choice.

* * *

The questionnare sent to the Women had more conventional questions such as “Do you consider youself a lesbian?”. The results were in line with previous studies, such as Kinsey, with 10% practising lesbians, rising to 30% when occasional experiences or fantasies were taken into account. Only 2% admitted to attraction to, or sexual experience with preteen girls.

The project team were at first concerned that there would be insufficient women to form the focus group. However when the 30% were invited and advised that they would be meeting little girls who were sexually attracted to women there were more than enough applicants.

The team were left to ponder why 70% of girls appeared to have lesbian tendencies but this figure declined to 30% in adults. A popular theory suggested that the results were directly related to how close the girls felt to their mothers. It seemed likely that, as with boys, the girls first sexual feelings were directed towards their mothers and that this shaped their preteen sexuality generally and their feelings for other adult women.

The focus groups were selected and, in batches of 30 or so over a period of a month, 200 women and girls were invited to the university campus for more questions and physical tests. The participants were all photographed professionally, providing facial portraits and full-length poses. Those who were willing were also photographed nude.

All the girls were questioned by female members of the project team. This time the objective was to find out how many had experienced sexual contact with a woman. They were asked what parts of a woman’s body they had actually touched, and where they had been touched, followed by more explicit questions.

Of the 100 girls questioned, 30 said they had touched a woman’s bare breasts. Of these 23 had also touched an adult woman’s genitals. In almost all of the 23, this had led to insertion of one finger or more into the woman’s vagina. Of these, 7 had also put their fingers in a woman’s anus. Almost all of the 70 who were inexperienced expressed a desire to do one or more of these things.

Questions on oral/genital contact were also asked. It seemed that genital touching amost always led to oral sex with 20 girls reporting that they had either kissed or licked a woman’s genital area. 9 said they had actually inserted their tongues into the vagina.

32 girls reported that their own genital area had been touched by a woman. The low incidence of contact being one-way suggests that sexual contact was overwhelmingly mutual and consensual.

Interviews with the women showed a lower incidence (18/100) of sexual contact with preteem girls, although most of these had had multiple multiple partners. One woman reported sex with 98 different girls, contrasting with the most experienced of the preteens, who had been with 12 different women.

All 200 participants took part in a test in which temperature sensors were placed on the clitoris to indicate the rate of blood flow to this region. Increase in clitoral blood supply has been found to be a reliable indicator of sexual arousal. In private booths, the girls were shown pictures nude and scantily-clad women in sexually provocative poses while the strength of their clitoral response was measured. A similar process was undertaken with the women, who were shown pictures of girls. One woman, who was inexperienced and had never seen pictures of this kind, recorded a very powerful response. It later emerged that she had experienced an orgasm.

In the next phase of the experiment the participating women were shown the photographs of the paricipating girls for the first time, and asked to select the 10 they found most attractive. The girls were similarly asked to select the 10 most attractive women. This was done over a period of some weeks, largely using email communication. Eventually the results were compiled and and an attractiveness index for both women and girls was developed based on the numbers of votes received. This became known as the A-rating.

Analysis of the women receiving high A-ratings from the girls showed that large breasts were very popular, but not exclusively so. There was a large age distribution among the top 10 A-rated women with the youngest at 27 and the oldest at 52 years. The top 10 A-rated girls on the other hand ranged from 9 to 11. The girls A-rating data was more difficult to analyse but it seemed that a pretty face was the key requirement for a high score. The data was skewed somewhat in that girls who had been photographed nude almost invariably recived the higher A-scores. Of these, it appeared that a well-defined genital region had been an important factor in the selection.

The researchers then combined the A-rating with the clitoral response data gathered previously indicating the strength of their sexual feelings (the C-rating). The combined quotient was called the AC index, being the product of the A and C scores.

The woman and the girl with the highest AC index results were invited to the campus to meet one another. The woman, who will be known as Alice, turned out to be a successful businesswoman in her mid-forties with short prematurely-grey hair and a statuesque figure. The girl “Abi” was 10 years old with mid-length blonde hair in a ponytail. Abi was typical of top 10 A-rated girls and was described by researchers as strikingly pretty.

The researcher who introduced Alice to Abi describes an immediate and very powerful sexual tension developing between the two, to the extent that conducting a joint interview with them proved difficult. The couple seemed unable to concentrate on anything, apart from one another, and further questioning was abandoned for the day.

The university keeps a number of hotel-style suites for important guests and Alice and Abi were invited to spend the night together in one of these. They agreed immediately and were advised that the suite was equipped with numerous cameras and microphoes so that behaviour could continue to be monitored. This did not appear to worry either of them, but one researcher later expressed concern that they may not have been paying much attention to what they were being told by this time.

The records show that Alice and Abi decided to retire early that evening, saying that they were both tired from their respective journeys. They were taken to their suite at 7:30 pm, around forty minutes after their first meeting, and left “alone”.

The researcher who reviewed the video and audio records the following day made brief notes on what happened in the suite for immediate distribution to the rearch team. Her initial observation was that the first activity which could be described as sexual happened only thirty seconds from closure of the outer door to the suite. Highlights from the notes are transcribed below, with timings:

7:35 Subjects observed mouth-to-mouth kissing

7:41 Kissing continues (seated on bed)

7:45 Abi’s hand observed to be on Alice’s leg (under skirt)

7:50 Alice’s breasts are exposed. Suckling by Abi begins immediately

7:55 Alice is standing. Abi is removing her panties

7:57 Alice lying on bed. First oral/genital contact (Abi/Alice)

***

8:05 Abi has been completely undressed

8:06 Second oral/genital contact (Alice/Abi). Tongue insertion appears to be taking place (first penetration of subject Abi logged at 8:07:32)

8:10 First vaginal penetration of Alice (two fingers) logged at 8:10:15

***

8:19 Alice is naked

8:20 Alice has assumed a position on hands and knees. Oral/anal contact (Abi/Alice) may be about to occur at Alice’s strong request. Abi is clearly consenting

8:21 Oral/anal contact (Abi/Alice) is taking place. Unclear if tongue insertion has occurred as Abi’s face is deeply buried between Alice’s buttocks

8:23 Vaginal penetration of Alice has taken place again (appears to be whole hand) while oral/anal stimulation continues

8:25 Alice appears to have climaxed (first orgasm logged at 8:25:05)

By Rebecka

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2009 }

Joy was 12 at the time. I was 14. Mom was 30.

Mom’s name is Julie and she is divorced from Joy’s father. Mom never talks about my dad. I’ve only met him once, and that was by chance at a Wal-Mart. Mom was aggravated that I had met him and griped about it for days afterward. Joy was 6, and doesn’t remember.

We live in Chicago now. When this story took place, we were still living in Indiana, 200 miles away from where we are now. Mom was an assistant manager at a wholesale outlet (you’d recognize the name if I said it), and worked crazy hours. Joy and I got into constant trouble, but no more than a couple of adolescents living with a single parent.

What happened was this: Mom came home unexpectedly one night and caught Joy and me in bed together. We had been having sex with each other for about a year, and Mom had never suspected. How she hadn’t guessed in all that time, what with the guilty behavior, the sudden explosions of giggling when one of us would look at the other, the times she came home in the morning to find us in the same bed together, stuff like that; well, it’s a mystery to me.

“Brandi! Joy!” Shocked silence, and then frenetic squealing and scrambling as Joy and I erupted out of our sixty-nine positions and tried to get as far away from each other as possible. Joy fell out of the bed; I almost did. I yanked the sheet up to my chin, hiding myself; Joy landed in a sprawl on the floor, completely exposing herself before jumping up and running out of the bedroom. Mom stared after her for a moment, then at me, open-mouthed.

“Mom, it’s not what you think!” I said stupidly.

“What is it, then?” she croaked back at me. One hand was at her throat, the other didn’t seem to know what to do with itself and just fluttered before her. Her purse was on the floor. She still had her coat on. It was January, and freezing outside.

“Not what you think,” I persisted. I felt alternately flushed red to the roots of my hair, and bleached white as a sheet. I don’t know what I was, other than terrified.

Mom swallowed, sort of a strangled sound. “How long has this been going on?” She looked again at the open door, and then back to me.

“About a year,” I admitted.

She repeated the words, dully. “Why?” she wanted to know.

“I don’t know. It just happened. It wasn’t Joy. It was me.” Try to save one of us, anyway.

Shaking her head, Mom stood in the doorway for another ten seconds, her eyes unfocused, blinking in rapid bursts. “Go to bed” she said suddenly. She backed out and closed the door. I sat there, numb, wondering if she’d remember her purse. She did, and the door opened again. “Don’t talk about this with your little sister,” she surprised me by saying. I guess she was as scramble-minded as I was. She closed the door again and I laid down and pulled the sheets up around me and didn’t even put on my nightshirt. Sleep was a long time coming.

The next morning, Mom was quiet. Joy and I were quiet. Breakfast was a quiet affair. Whenever Mom wasn’t looking, Joy or I would raise our eyebrows questioningly at each other and shrug because neither of us had an answer for what was going on. I expected to be grounded for life. I wasn’t. I expected to be spanked over my mother’s knee. I wasn’t. I expected Joy to be spanked, at least, because she was two years younger than me, and still technically within Mom’s spanking for punishment-age group, but she wasn’t. In fact, Mom said nothing and did nothing. When she left for work and Joy and I headed for the bus stop, both of us were bursting with questions.

“Did she say anything to you?”

“No. You?”

“No. Do you think she’s mad?”

“Of course she’s mad. Didn’t you see her face?”

“She looked really confused to me. I expected to be spanked.”

“So did I. I expected us both to be. I kept expecting her to come in during the night and drag me over her knee.”

“Would you have let her?” Joy asked curiously.

“I couldn’t have stopped her. I had it coming.”

“So did I,” Joy admitted. “I can’t believe we didn’t get spanked.”

We had spoken too soon.

When we got home that afternoon, we straightened up the house, made our beds, did our homework, made Mom her favorite dinner, and otherwise acted like repentant little waifs. It did no good. The minute Mom walked in the door, she marched into the kitchen, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me off to the living room. “Keep cooking,” she ordered Joy.

Stumbling along behind Mom, I looked back at Joy, who stood at the stove with a wooden paddle in her hand, eyes big as dinner plates. “Oh, no!” we mouthed together. Then I was through the dining room and into the living room and . . . well, I’d rather not describe what happened next. Suffice it to say it was humiliating. Joy went next.

Later that night, I texted Joy on her cell phone. We weren’t allowed to talk.

RU OK?

BUTT HURTS. U?

ME 2. MOM RLY MAD

TMSIDK-OW!

TTLY

(Continuing in English, for the texting impaired)

Brandi: What did she say to you? She told me I had let her down and disappointed her totally.

Joy: Me too.

Brandi: She threatened to send me away to live with my father. That’s how upset she was.

Joy: She said the same thing to me. She doesn’t mean it, but I’m terrified she’ll tell Dad.

Brandi: She doesn’t know where my dad is (I don’t think), so I don’t have to worry about that. I’m grounded until the end of the school year though. Bullshit!

Joy: Me too. I am so depressed.

Brandi: It’s just not fair.

Joy: It’s not. Let’s run away and go to California.

Brandi: I’m for that. How much cash you got?

Joy: That could be a problem. You?

Brandi: We’ll steal it from Mom.

We didn’t of course. We behaved ourselves and were perfect little angels for the next two months. Every day without Joy got worse until I was ready to bust into tears just seeing her. Joy was the same. We didn’t dare do anything after school and couldn’t do anything at night because Mom worked only days now, threatening to quit if she had to work nights. She kept her position but gave up the differential pay that went along with working 4 to 12, and midnight to eight. She made sure we knew the reason bills got harder to pay and why there was less good stuff to eat. And forget allowances: that went to buying milk and bread every week. It really sucked.

“Joy,” I said one afternoon. We were walking home from the bus stop. It was raining and miserable and we both had our hoods up and our hands stuffed in our pockets.

She waited for me to go on, and when I didn’t, she said: “Yeah?”

It took a while to say the words. Finally, they came out. “I don’t know how much longer I can take this, Joy.”

She didn’t ask what “this” was. She knew what “this” was. Plaintively, she asked: “What can we do about it?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted miserably. “I just know I have to kiss you when we get home or I’m gonna die!”

I heard Joy give a strangled little cry from inside her hood. “This is so unfair,” she sobbed. “I want you more than anything in the world. Mom just doesn’t understand.”

Against my better sense I pulled my right hand out of my jacket pocket and shoved it into the left pocket of Joy’s coat. Who cared if anyone saw. No one would think anything of it. We were young. We were sisters. It was OK. Desperately, we intertwined our fingers and gripped each other’s hand tightly. It was the first time we’d touched in two months.

“I don’t care what Mom does to us,” Joy muttered bitterly.

“Neither do I,” I agreed hotly. “She can go fuck herself.” The comment hardened my resolve and I pressed my lips together into a straight line. “When we get home-” I shut up just in time to keep from humiliating myself as Johnny Kincaid and his friend Steve came running up from behind and grabbed us. Caught off-guard, both Joy and I stumbled forward and squealed.

“You jerk!” I yelled, punching at Johnny and missing. Johnny lived across the street and two houses down. Laughing, he knocked back my hood and gave a fake “oof!” when I caught him with a second punch in the ribs. Like I could hurt anyone. I laughed, despite myself. I had the hots for him too. Joy looked embarrassed and somewhat put out.

“You guys wanna come over?” Johnny asked.

“No!” Joy and I chimed in together. I blushed a little, but Joy just looked mad. As much as I might want to mess around with Johnny Kincaid (he had just started showing an interest in me while I had been lusting after him for years), I wanted to be with Joy a whole lot more and told Johnny we might come over tomorrow instead. We walked the half-block to our house while Johnny and Steve crossed the street at an angle, continuing to call to us and clown around

“What?” I protested weakly as we walked up the sidewalk. “You like boys too.” Joy looked at me acidly. “Well, you do,” I complained. The minute we walked through the door, all thoughts of boys were wiped from our minds. I pushed the door closed with my foot and didn’t even bother dropping my backpack to the floor before I had Joy pulled tight up against me, her head tilted back, and my mouth glued to hers.

“Oh, Brandi,” she moaned.

“Oh, Joy,” I moaned back. I didn’t care when her cold hand yanked out my shirt and ran up the gooseflesh of my stomach to my left booby and grabbed hold of it. I just forced my tongue deeper into her mouth and kissed her harder and moaned in ecstasy when she pushed up under my bra and touched my bare breast and hard nipple for the first time in two months. I forced my hand inside her shirt-she giggled at the cold touch of my fingertips–and laid claim to her own small booby, twisted her left nipple with my fingertips until it was hard as a pebble. God, how I wanted it in my mouth.

“I want to do it right here,” she panted.

Between kisses I told her she was crazy.

“Please?” she begged. “We did it before!”

“That was different,” I explained, kissing the side of her neck. Despite what I said, I was two seconds away from forcing her to the floor and ripping her clothes off. And I mean that literally. I gasped as she shoved her hand down the front of my jeans.

“Joy!” I gasped again as a finger pushed its way inside of me. I struggled to get my legs apart at the same time that I struggled to get her hand out of my panties. “Are you crazy? Stop it!”

Panting, she ripped the coat back over my shoulders, went to work on the buttons of my shirt, even as she tried to get her right hand back down the front of my jeans. Failing that, she yanked free the tongue of my belt, got it undone, and went to work on my button and zipper.

“Oh, what the hell!” I grunted, giving up. Helping get my jeans off of my hips, she trust them down to my knees and reinserted her middle finger while yanking my coat down my back and off me with the other hand. It felt like I was being raped. It made me want to giggle. I was breathless with relief, consumed by need. I wanted her naked on the hard foyer tiles, squirming under me as I ate her out-she would definitely be the one on the bottom today; I meant to ravage her completely-yet my little sister was the unexpected aggressor, telling me that she was even more desperately horny than I was.

“We need to lock the door,” I panted as she yanked my shirt back over my shoulders and attacked the base of my neck. She loved the base of my neck. I had to worry about hickies when she attacked my neck.

“Fuck the door,” she grunted.

I shimmied out of my shirt and helped her free hand find the clasp of my bra and pop it open. My bra was off me a moment later. Her left hand grabbed my right breast and started to knead it roughly. I groaned, and then flinched when her fingertips tried to disconnect my nipple.

“Ow, Joy! That hurts.” My shoulders drew forward protectively as giggling, she really twisted my nipple. Gasping, I balled my hands into fists and ground my teeth together. She had never hurt me tike this before. I liked it. But then she released my nipple and placed her hand over my breast and squeezed it lovingly, while her tongue went into my mouth again. It occurred to me that I was naked from the knees up and I hadn’t so much as gotten a button open on Joy’s shirt. Her fingers inside me–and now there were three of them–had me squirming relentlessly.

“This really has me hot,” I admitted breathlessly. “You taking charge like this. I like being the girlfriend.” Her middle finger was intent on working its way into my uterus. I could feel it massaging the nub of my cervix. It felt really good. I was splay-legged and hunched with my chin over her shoulder and my hands bunched into fists against her waist. She kept kissing the side and nape of my neck, making me crazy. “I want out of my jeans,” I huffed.

“I like you the way you are,” she disagreed. Her left hand released my breast and clamped onto my right butt cheek, helping move my hips in a counter-rhythm to the probing fingers inside me. She was really driving me crazy. I stopped thinking about being the one on top and wanted her atop me on the floor, holding my legs tight against my sides as her tongue did unspeakable things to my insides. Joy was usually the gentlest of lovers; today I could imagine her using her teeth on my defenseless-

“Oh!” I gasped as the fingers of her left hand slid between my butt cheeks and found the button of my asshole. “Joy! What are you doing?” In the past, our assholes had always been an off-limits, though enticing treasure. No longer true, evidently, as her middle finger slid effortlessly into me up to the second knuckle.

“You like that?” she asked unnecessarily. My gasp of pleasure had thoroughly embarrassed me. I was glad I couldn’t see my face. It must be beet red. My hips now squirmed uncontrollably from competing directions of attack.

“You are so bad,” I panted. I spread my legs as she put her foot between them and forced my panties and jeans down around my ankles. Somehow, I managed to kick out of my tennies and she helped me out of my jeans by stepping on the bottoms of my pant-legs. I stood there completely naked now, except for my half-off, twisted ankle socks. If Mom could see me now, I thought wryly.

Joy forced me onto my back on the floor-I gasped as my flesh came into contact with the cold ceramic tiles-smilingly removed her panties and knelt over me in a sixty-nine position. She intended to eat me out completely clothed, shoes and coat and all. She removed my ankle socks before folding my legs back against my sides, so that I was completely naked and vulnerable. I was shivering continually and convulsively, and not from the cold tiles against my back. My hormones were in estrogen-overdrive. Settling into position, Joy said to me: “I bet you won’t ever forget this afternoon, will you, Brandi, ever?”

I answered by raising my head and kissing her soft, hairless lips.

* * *

“What are we going to do about Mom?” I asked. It was an hour later and we were in bed. Joy was naked except for her skirt. I liked that she still had it on, through everything we had done. I could taste her on my tongue, every time I swallowed. My tongue ached from all the exertion I’d put it through. My jaw muscles ached as well. Between my legs felt raw. A wonderful feeling.

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “But I’m not going back to the way it was. I’ll run away from home first.”

“Joy!” I exclaimed, shocked. The was no kidding in her voice. “You’d leave me here?”

Now she was shocked. “No way! We’d run away together, silly.”

“Oh,” I answered, relieved. “You know what happens to young girls that run away, though, right?”

She nodded morosely. Neither of us wanted to end up a prostitute. “So what do we do?”

I considered the problem while I played with her tiny nipples. She was on her back with me curled up beside her and tucked under her left arm. Normally it would be me holding her. I liked it this way. It made me feel secure.

“I’m not letting her keep us apart again,” Joy said forcefully. I leaned over her and put her small pink nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently. She ran her left hand through my hair, stroking the side of my face with her other hand. I kissed her left breast, barely a third the size of my own, all around the nipple and placed my mouth over the purple bruise that I’d given her earlier. I had a huge hickey of my own on my right shoulder: payback for the one I’d given her. She shivered delightedly and broke out in gooseflesh when I teased her nipple into painful hardness with my tongue. Joy loved having her nipples sucked. I sucked her left one again.

“Do you think I’ll start soon?” she asked.

I looked up, surprised. “Why’d you ask that?” Joy was only twelve. I hadn’t started my period until I was thirteen and a half. I hoped she wasn’t looking forward to it, as I’d looked forward to mine. What a pain in the ass.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I’ve just been feeling kinda funny the last few days. Kinda cranky. You get cranky before your period.”

I giggled, which made her giggle in response. “I can tell you definitively that you have not started yet,” I assured her, giggling again, which made her giggle again, which sent us off into a giggle fest. The truth was, Joy was lucky not to have tackled me three days before, or I’d have completely grossed her out. I bleed a lot on my period.

I leaned farther over, switching my attention to her right nipple. At the same time, I let my left hand drift down her right side, up and over her stomach, my fingertips finding the hem of her skirt and pulling it up over her waist. She spread her legs in anticipation, bringing her heels together. I slipped my middle finger inside her and played with the bump of cervix. She shuddered convulsively and moaned. I wanted back between her legs with my lips and tongue-God, I wanted so badly to kiss her wet lips and suck on her tiny clitoris–but knew we hadn’t the time. Mom would be home in less than an hour.

“Mmmm,” Joy moaned. Her back arched and she moved in every direction at once, spasmodically. I’d moved that way quite a few times myself; Joy and I knew exactly how to give the other the most pleasure. I inserted a second finger inside her and worked her hard little nipple with my teeth. She jumped and yelped when I bit down on her a little too hard.

“Payback,” I whispered, laughing. She banged the back of my head with her fist and called me an asshole. I kissed her nipple and then bit it again, not so hard this time; she moaned and writhed beneath me, her breathing becoming strenuous. I could see the thud of her heartbeat against her rib cage. Her hips scribed the same circle as the tips of my fingers. If I kept this up, in thirty seconds I’d be atop her with her legs trapped beneath my arms. Oh, what I would do to her helpless little thing then.

“Please,” she moaned. “I want you inside me.”

I sucked her nipple and rotated her hips for another ten seconds, and then moved into position atop her, pulling her legs up and under me and spreading her wide with my fingertips. She was so wet, glistening pink and pretty, waiting for my tongue. I trapped her thighs more tightly against my sides, spreading her impossibly wide, and ran my tongue the entire length of her slit, from clitoris to asshole. A moment later, her face was buried between my own lips, her tongue delving deep inside me, making me shudder even as my mouth sucking on her clitoris made her shudder violently beneath me. I pushed my tongue as deeply inside her as it would go, and kept it there, licking her humped little mound of flesh while she did the same to me. And this was how Mom found us two minutes later when she walked into Joy’s bedroom.

* * *

“I can not believe you two girls!” Mom ranted. It was ten minutes later and Joy and I sat on either end of her bed, wrapped in our robes. Joy’s hair was a disaster, and I guess mine was too. Mom marched back and forth from one end of the bed to the other, her face crimson and looking ready to explode.

“You’re sisters for God’s sakes!” she yelled.

Both of us flinched. “Mom-” Joy said defensively.

“Don’t you Mom me, young lady! Don’t you dare Mom me!” Her arms were clamped over her chest, her hands fisted against her ribs. Each step she took was a threatening thud. My heartbeat and breathing were both erratic. How, I wondered, had we let her catch us again? As scared as I was, however, I just went ahead and said it.

“Mom. Joy and I are lovers. Nothing you can say or do is going to change that. If you try to keep us apart again, we’ll run away from home.”

Startled, Mom almost tripped over her feet. “Wh-what?” she stammered.

I looked at Joy to see if she would back me on this. With her lips pressed together into an almost invisible line, she nodded curtly and stood up. To my astonishment, she unbelted her robe and let it fall off onto the floor. Shoulders squared, her back arched defiantly, her small proud breasts thrust forward valiantly, she brought tears to my eyes. I joined her in standing up and proudly displaying my body.

Mom gawked. She blinked rapidly. A blush rose out of her chest and progressed right to the roots of her hair. “How…I don’t…you…” Still blinking, she closed her inoperative mouth and looked back and forth between the two of us uncomprehendingly.

An idea began to form, but even before it took on more than a ghostly outline, I saw Joy move forward out the corner of my eye, and knew exactly what she planned. I held back, knowing that Mom would almost certainly panic as it was. Grim-faced, Joy moved to within a foot of our mother, took her right hand in both of hers and placed it gently atop her left breast. Mom appeared to have an aneurism.

“Joy!” she choked out. Joy resolutely held her hand in place. It was an event I wish I had a picture of: Mom’s disbelief, and Joy’s utter calmness and determination.

“I never thought I would ever actually say this, Mom,” Joy said in a soft voice. “But Brandi and I have talked a hundred times about how to get you in bed with us.”

Mom just stared at Joy, open-mouthed. I don’t think she was even breathing. Her eyes were so big. Slowly, cautiously, Joy removed her right hand from atop Mom’s and reached out. Mom shrank away but did not take the step backward to put herself out of reach. Instead, she watched in dumbfounded amazement as the hand coming toward her hovered above, and then settled onto her left breast. She made a noise in her throat something like a human mouse-squeak. Encouraged, Joy cupped Mom’s left breast possessively.

“Will you have a cow if I kiss you?” Joy asked.

Mom made that noise again, louder. I watched a shiver run down her spine. She was breathing through her mouth, her chest rising and falling as though she’d just run up the stairs to the second floor. Her eyes were huge, her face crimson. Joy leaned forward, tilted her head to the side, and brought her lips into contact with Mom’s. Mom’s mouth finally closed. Her eyes were anything but closed, but though I couldn’t see them because of her position, I knew Joy’s were.

It was surreal: my little sister kissing my mother. I gulped loudly, aware suddenly that I was a bystander, not sure if I was a participant or spectator in this, not sure what to do next. I felt like an intruder. My face began to flush and a stabbing pain of rejection hit my heart. Tears filled my eyes. I wanted to run to my bedroom. Somehow, Joy sensed this.

Suddenly, so suddenly that it caught Mom and I both by surprise, Joy broke the kiss and turned her head to look at me. Her eyes became alarmed. “No!” she said in a hiss. “Don’t you think that, silly! Get over here.” She flicked her head and I scurried forward, relieved, but also mortified that she had read my distress so clearly. I wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands and smiled bravely as I stopped beside her. Joy’s hand left Mom’s breast, found my left hand and gripped it tightly. “You dummy,” she scolded, kissing me gently. The next thing I knew, I was kissing Mom.

* * *

At seven-thirty that evening, we all sat around the dining room table, eating a makeshift dinner. Joy wore her usual nightshirt and panties, I had on my tank top and pajama shorts, Mom wore a lavender robe over her silk pajamas. The pajamas Joy and I had combined on for her last birthday. We all were quiet. I now had the taste of both my sister and my mom on my tongue. It was delicious. I smiled to myself, deliciously.

The truth was this: Incest ran in the family. Mom had been in an incestuous relationship with her sister Angie growing up, starting when she was twelve and her older sister fourteen, just as Joy and I had done. The same as us, her mother had found out and took the same measures Mom had with us. The difference was, Mom and her sister were too cowed by my strong-willed Gram to get back together again. For eighteen years, she’d lived with a hole in her heart.

“You know that’s why I had you,” Mom said glumly.

I stopped with a forkful of macaroni and cheese at my mouth. We had each made our own dinner. Confused, though aware she was talking to me, I said: “What?”

Mom pushed a slice of carrot around her plate. She’d made a Caesar’s Salad for herself. Her expression was so sorrowful.

“I became very rebellious. Angie handled it a lot better than I did. The first opportunity I got, I let a boy jam me in the back seat of his car and fuck the living daylights out of me.”

“Mom!” I protested. Joy’s eyes, staring down at her bowl of Chef Boy-ar-dee Mini Ravioli, were as big as dinner plates.

“Don’t worry,” Mom said with a little smile, “It wasn’t your father. I didn’t fuck him until three years later.”

Joy choked on her mouthful of ravioli and coughed explosively into her hand. I gawked at Mom, open-mouthed. Mom maintained her sorrowful little smile and concentrated on the slice of carrot.

“I won’t bore you with all the trivialities of my sex life,” Mom said, her tiny smile widening. “The point is, I haven’t been happy since the day Mom caught me and Angie in bed. What’s maddening is that I acted in the exact same manner with you two.” Her smile was gone. Her lips were trembling. She put down her fork and picked up her cup of coffee with a hand that trembled also. Reaching out, I ran my hand down the length of her left arm and gripped her hand in mine.

“It’ll be all right,” I whispered. Joy made her put down her cup of coffee and took her right hand on both of hers and squeezed it tightly. Mom was crying openly now, tears flowing down her cheeks, sobbing pitifully. Knowing exactly what she needed from us, I stood up and motioned for Joy to help me get her upstairs and into bed, where we made love to her all the rest of the night.

* * *

It was Saturday afternoon, two days later. The three of us had just returned from seeing Brokeback Mountain. We had argued all the way home about who was hotter: Heather Ledger, or Jake Gyllenhaal. Personally, though I didn’t say it, I thought Michelle Williams was the hottest person in the movie. I love Michelle Williams.

There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway when we got home. Scowling, Mom parked behind it and then looked at the house. The car was obviously a rental.

“Who is this?” Mom asked, mystified. I fought with everything I had to make my expression as mystified as hers.

“I don’t know. Did you invite someone over?” I sensed, rather than saw, Joy eyeing me suspiciously. She wasn’t in on the plan. This was all my idea. God, I hoped it didn’t backfire on me. Getting out of the car, I scanned the front windows to make sure someone wasn’t looking out at us. I should have told her to park on the street, not in the driveway.

Falling in behind Mom, Joy and I walked to the foreign car and inspected the inside through the windows. Either her luggage was in the trunk, or she’d already taken it inside.

“I don’t understand this,” Mom said. Joy, her brow furrowed and her head canted to the side, stared at me remorselessly. I smile back at her tightly, and eyed the house. She understood instantly. Her eyes got so big. Wow, she mouthed.

Irritated and baffled, Mom lead the way to the front door, digging her keys back out of her purse. Mom always puts her keys in her purse and has to dig them back out again. She was just putting her key into the knob when the front door opened and swung wide to display our Aunt Angie standing there, a discreet, tentative smile on her face. My mom was shocked.

“Angela?”

“Hello, little sister. Long time, no see.” Aunt Angie lived in Mexico City. She worked at the embassy there. She is divorced, also. Except for her longer, slightly darker hair, and the fact that she was two inches taller, she looked like a two year older version of Mom.

Mom blinked rapidly. She shook her head. She was too shocked to be joyful yet. “Angie, what are you doing here?” Suddenly she became alarmed. “Did something happen? Are Mom and Dad all right? Are you-?”

Laughing, Aunt Angie shook her head and took Mom’s arm and drew her into the house. “Nothing’s wrong,” she said.

Breathless, knowing my face was turning crimson, I quickly closed the door and bolted the deadlock. Mom didn’t notice, but Joy certainly did. Wide-eyed, open-mouthed, she looked from me, to Mom, to Aunt Angie in a continuous closed loop.

“Then why are you here?” Mom asked. Already, I could see the hope dawning in her eyes. Her face began to flush expectantly.

“Brandi called me.” Aunt Angie’s eyes flicked over to mine and she smiled. “She related quite a tale of family intrigue and begged me to fly up here and set things right with you.”

“Set things right with me?” Mom echoed. Her voice cracked like a thirteen year boy’s. She was blinking again. And to her amazement, Aunt Angie put her hands on her shoulders, drew Mom to her and kissed her like a long lost lover.

* * *

This was four years ago. I’m 18 now, Joy 16 and Mom and her sister 34 and 36, respectively. Aunt Angie quit her job with the State Department and now works for a big public relations firm downtown. Mom got a promotion at her job and is now the manager of her store. She makes almost as much as Aunt Angie.

There are four bedrooms in our house. For propriety’s sake, each is occupied by the clothing and essentials of the four occupants of the house. Only two of those bedrooms are occupied at night, however: Mom’s or Aunt Angie’s; mine or Joy’s. We alternate week on and week off. This week Joy is sleeping with me, Mom with Aunt Angie. Occasionally, not as often as myself or Joy would like it, only one bedroom is occupied at night.

Have you ever seen four women making love? No, neither have we. We usually don’t have the lights on when we do it. The best, of course, is when Mom and Aunt Angie allow us to lay them side by side on the bed, and have us make love to them between their legs. Joy and I enjoy this almost as much as we enjoy eating each other. You never really know your Mom, however, until you sixty-nine with her.

By Thom

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2006 }

I stared at her beautiful face as I usually do when I see a pretty little girl at a restaurant that I’m eating at or if I’m shopping, walking along the sidewalk, or in a store when a family comes in with a preteen in tow. Almost always, they turn away from my gaze, my ogling really, unabashedly. Which allows me to continue to stare without their knowing it. Continue to admire them and dream about them without their knowing that I am. On rare occasions, they might look a second time at me but the result is the same, they immediately turn away from my gaze.

If a mother catches me ogling their daughters, and they sometimes do, I always remark how pretty the little girl is, which of course is the truth, and the mother typically is flattered. This little girl though returned my stare so steadily, so intensely that it was I who turned away first, embarrassed I think. But I soon returned, not able to resist my temptation, to find her still there staring at me. And she was so lovely, I so wanted to take her in with my eyes. Let me absorb all of her, so that my fantasy life could have a fresh one to toss around. To get me through the meal that I was suffering with my dull husband. To get me through the nearly sleepless night that was approaching. To get me over the next time I was able to touch myself.

Flirting with the eyes is usually an adult thing but what this girl was doing was definitely that, there was no mistaking it. She forced me to look away a second time and to scope out her parents and her older sister as I did to see if there was a clue in their faces that would explain the adventure I was having with the little girl between the salad course and the entrée. Had she been sexualized by all of them, some of them?

The third time I looked back she was still there, staring at me and this time she smiled with a twinkle in her eye. Was that a wink I saw? No couldn’t have been. She was ten or maybe eleven. Just the age I prefer. It’s just tucked between things, isn’t it? The childhood is behind them. The hormone induced petulant teens are ahead of them. Sometimes there is the beginning of some puberty by then, but typically not. If their breasts have begun to form, there usually isn’t any body hair yet. I prefer it that way. Maybe the nubs but not the hair. The mound still smooth, bare, tight, puffy.

This time, we were fully engaged. I wasn’t letting up. I needed to soak her in to keep me steady. Another victim of my secret life. I’m like a vampire that way. Needing the blood of another in order to stay alive. She wanted me, this little girl, as much as I wanted her. But how could she? How could she know? Was she taught to stare down someone staring at her in order to foil them? No, I didn’t think so. She was too circumspect. I saw her glance occasionally at her sister and father who were across from her and to her left at her mother who, if she had been paying attention, would have caught us.

I had a little girl once, all to myself. It’s been ten years now, I was in my 20’s. A nanny arrangement for an extended period of time. Going into it, I didn’t know I liked little girls. I knew I liked girls, or at least I thought I did part of the time, guys were okay too. This little girl and I though were to be inseparable for months. I had no other responsibilities and her family was not going to be around, even for a minute. Of course that doesn’t mean you need to seduce someone in that situation. Or take advantage of them just because you are pretty much the only person around that is going to take care of them. At least while their family was away.

In reality, it was the little girl, in that case, that seduced me. She was ten and it seems, as it turns out, that several members of her family had taken advantage of her innocence and beauty to serve their own needs. I gathered afterward, no one more so than her mother who, as a female, I was substituting for. But there had been slightly older male and female cousins and an aunt who had discovered the truth about her and mom and bribery set in.

What that little girl was used to in her relationship with her mother, took some getting used to as I came to understand what had become routine for her. And what, due to the overwhelming addiction sex is, in general, had become necessary for her to experience in order to stay centered in other parts of her life.

Mother would join her naked at bedtime. Dad had typically turned in earlier, an older, very busy businessman that had married mom young and beautiful, as a trophy. As an infant, mom had nursed my little girl in the nursery (how old-fashioned) instead of bringing the baby into the master bedroom as has become the modern practice. Since there wasn’t any particular compelling reason to return to her husband’s bed, at least during the week, mom often didn’t. There was a full sized bed in the nursery and mom usually slept there overnight.

As my little girl got old enough to graduate out of her crib and into that bed, mom was still there often, spending the night. The evening ritual of nursing, which was no longer necessary but continued nevertheless, was supplemented with additional comforting activities that involved the mouth and the hands and not having any clothes on. At the end of those activities, that had become rituals in and of themselves, mom and my little girl would fall asleep in each others arms, touching skin to skin, caressing each other. Perhaps their lips together.

It must have been emotionally wrenching the event that took mommy away from that. It certainly was for my little girl. What was the mother to do though? She was obliged to fulfill a wifely function elsewhere that taking her daughter, my little girl, with her would have been dangerous for the child. So stay she did and with me she did and with some help from others, we survived, some might say, even thrived.

I took my orders from my little girl but I believe that after some small amount of instruction, I had pretty much picked up where the mother left off and the little girl settled into a routine that was as anxiety free and comforting as the one she had before her mother and father left.

Our bedtime ritual would begin with a bath or a shower. At her age, a shower was more useful but sometimes she would insist on a bath because we would do it together. I mean we would be in the tub together. We would do showers together too but in the tub we could cuddle, be close. I could hold her between my legs. She could lean back on my chest.

After drying off each other with large, fluffy towels we would hold hands and walk naked into the little girl’s room. Climbing into the bed together, there was a chapter or two of a book we were reading together, taking turns reading to each other. Her little body would be nestled next to mine. Our skin touching as much as possible, able to make a smooth transition when the book was laid to rest for the evening. My little girl would roll up onto me, cupping a breast in her hands and putting her mouth on it.

She would stretch her legs out straight, putting a knee on either side of my thigh and push her center into it, humping me. The first time she did was magical. I could feel the contours of her mound on my leg. Even after I began to expect it as part of what we were in the evening, it along with her sweet little lips pulling on my nipples never failed to arouse me.

Early on, as I was learning about this special relationship between my little girl and her mommy, my arousal would control me and I would need to pleasure myself, the urge was so tremendously overwhelming. The huge taboo that I was breaking was pushing me so over the edge. After a few times though of messing up the scene, of being selfish and not honoring the special relationship that I was becoming privileged to, I forced myself to be patient. My turn was coming.

After nursing, my little girl would come fully on to me her substitute mommy and our lips would meet. Small pecks to start but then we would become fully engaged. If I rocked my hips up, and I was instructed to, pulling my heels up to my bum, our pussies would just touch. Gently we would stimulate each other this way while our kisses intensified in their passion.

Then my little girl would bring her precious sex up to my mouth to love for her. Butterfly kisses to begin of course, mommy just extending her love and affection for her little girl only slightly beyond propriety. But shortly, the little girl would be pushing her slit into my mouth, wanting, expecting, desiring more. direct contact, my lips on hers. My lips creating a tight seal around her clitty and sucking it into mouth. My little girl writhing over me. Her juices flowing freely onto my face. I could get away with touching myself now. Did her mommy touch herself then? We don’t know. How could she have managed not to?

The little girl would pleasure herself on my face for quite awhile, coming easily and comfortably. Quickly but assuredly. Nothing tentative about it. Like this little one that was sitting just beyond me at a nearby table. Nothing tentative about it. She was staring at me, ogling me, I was letting down in my panties her eyes so intently meeting mine and thinking about my little girl lover again. I wondered if there would be a puddle when I arose? Would my husband notice when we undressed for bed, how wet my panties were. and would he think that it was for him?

I have to go to the bathroom, I said to my husband but slowly enough so that the little girl could read my lips. She said the same thing to her mother and her mother got up to let her out. I let her pass and was only a step behind her. We were going the wrong way though. I knew it but she didn’t. She had walked toward me, the restroom was the other way. But I could do nothing but follow her. I couldn’t give us away by correcting her. How would I know that she was going to the bath room if I hadn’t been watching her so intently? Of course, where else would she be going? To the bar to get a drink?

Must have been the last thing mommy taught my little girl was how to pleasure her. The last barrier crossed. The taboo finally fully engaged. Fully fulfilled. Taking pleasure from your daughter, that you might have found elsewhere but didn’t. Wasn’t forthcoming from the obvious places. How does it begin? Can I do that to you mommy? Is there something I can do for you mommy? Will you do this for me honey? Can I show you what I like, little one?

My little girl would scoot down off of my face and lower herself to my middle. She would part my labia and knew where to find my clit without poking and probing around. Without any assistance from me. She was so very gentle with me. No lover I have ever had, ever treated me so well. So considerate of my sensibilities. Her hands so soft, her mouth so effective, her lips so sensuous, her tongue so engaging.

After a little bit, she would spin around. She knew just when I was satisfied enough to want the extra stimulation of her bottom on my mouth. It was so juicy by then. Even for a little her odor was scrumptious. Just the beginning of being pungent, adult like. She was erect again by this time. She was doing both of us a favor by spinning her bottom my way. I licked from the back forward and when I got past her rose bud, I inserted a finger using her wetness for a lubricant. I clamped myself onto her clit. She sucked on mine as an expert. We came in waves, she and I. Every night I was with her it was the same. We were insatiable, she and I. I wouldn’t have changed a moment of it.

We were headed to the bar, the little one and I. I was going to set us going in the right direction with as little embarrassment and fuss to either one of us. Once we were far enough away from her family’s table, our conspiracy would not be revealed. The bathroom is the other way. Why didn’t you say so earlier? Oh, because. I thought maybe we would walk this way awhile so it would seem neither one of us knew where we were going. I still don’t but I’ll follow you. Do we have to go back by my family? Nope. It’s that way but let’s go all the way to the bar so that we can pretend we asked directions. Good plan. Already a full blown conspiracy and I didn’t know this girl, did I?

We would snuggle in a heap, trying to catch our breath. Ashamed I think of how much pleasure we derived from one another. Night after night. Was it worse or better for her, not being her mother? Was it worse or better for me, not being her mother? Weren’t we just two strangers now, who had become lovers? Was I really her mother? Did she think so? All of this would remain unspoken forever.

Passing out, we would sleep soundly in each other’s arms. The morning would bring a new day filled with child carrying, child entertainment, child functions like school and sports and birthday parties. The night time would repeat itself infinitely. Was it too much responsibility for my little girl? She never complained. Was it too much responsibility for me? I never complained.

Luckily we were the only ones in the bathroom when we finally got there. You are very pretty she said. I couldn’t stop looking at you. You are very pretty too, and I couldn’t stop looking at you either. We faced the mirrors in the bathroom, still staring at each other but as a reflection instead of the real thing, not having family and distance to protect ourselves from what might happen next. What I was thinking I wanted to happen next. What was she thinking? What could she be thinking? She was so young. But so was my little and look at what she must have been thinking.

The mother returned. Earlier than expected. Earlier than we both expected. What had we been up to? What stories had our little one told? Not only stories mommy. We acted them out. Oh, you did? Yes and we still do. Every night. Oh, you do? Well I’m back now. What should we do so that we don’t make a mess of this I wanted to know? We’ll be together for awhile. The three of us. We owe it to her. You owe it to me. I owe it to you? You started this, I just pretended to be you and it wasn’t easy at first and now it’s impossible to imagine life without it. What am I to do now, without a little girl? You’ll just have to deal, she’s my little girl, you know? Yes, of course I know, she learned from you. I learned from her.

The three of us were lovers for several months. I was the meat of a sandwich between the bread of the two of them. The little girl was very fond of me, maybe more than of her mommy who had disappeared on a strong wind in the middle of the night, and then reappeared with its return. I had been there, I had been different. I had been very aroused by her. It could not have gone unnoticed. So was mommy, all of those things. I had learned how to love girls from the daughter and I applied it to the mommy. The mommy thought I was a good learner. That I was a good lover of little girls and big girls too.

I have to pee, she said. Me too. In here. We entered a stall together. You first. She pulled her jeans and panties down. I knelt before her as she squatted on the toilet. She leaned forward and brought her lips to mine. Her pee, a steady, strong stream into the water in the toilet. We had a firm kiss. How do you know how to do that honey? My mother kissed me. Like that? Well maybe not like that but I felt like kissing you like that. You can pee, I’m done.

She stood up, but left her pants down around her ankles. I picked up my skirt and pulled down my panties before I sat down. As I did, she touched me and touched herself. I released my pee. What do you know about all of that? A lot, why? Because you are so young? I talk to my friends. I touch myself, masturbate mommy calls it. We kissed again. I touched her. She moaned and pushed into my hand. How do I reach you? How do I talk to you again? On line, she gave me her email address.

We kissed again, still touching each other intimately. One additional moment and it would have been beyond my ability to control it, to end it. I would have had to steal away with her. Maybe that would have been the best thing for both of us. But we didn’t. We pulled ourselves together, kissed one more time, more passionately this time, and left the restroom.

On line then I whispered I love you as she walked ahead of me to our respective tables. I saw her mouth the words as she got back to her seat beside her mother, staring intently back at me.

The End

By StarSapphire

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2005 }

Every day for a week now I had seen her in the park as I sat eating my lunch. I don’t know why she attracted me so, but she did. I guessed her age at 10 or 11. Ten proved to be correct. She was a vivacious healthy young girl with collar length dark hair and the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen and for some reason I didn’t understand I felt a burning sexual desire every time I looked at her.

I had never been attracted to someone so young before. I am happily bisexual and had a childhood full of sexual activity, but only with boys and girls my own age. I’d never before lusted after a 10-year-old even if her tight little butt was just too arousing for words. It was also her face and her grown-up sense of self-assurance that attracted me. Her eyes were to die for and her pretty pink lips were just oh so kissable. Altogether Cheryl was quite a package.

After a week of watching her come by my bench in the park I approached her for the first time the following Monday. It was summer and Cheryl was out of school. On Thursday and Friday I had made eye contact with her and we’d both smiled at each other in recognition. I finally gathered the courage to ask for her name.

“Cheryl” she told me with a bright little smile. “I’ve seen you here lots. What’s yours?” she boldly asked.

“I’m Star” I said. I saw her about to laugh. “I know, it’s a funny name. My parents were hippies, what can I say?”

“I love your name!” she exclaimed with a giggle that sent shivers up and down my body. With the introductions over she sat down beside me and we talked. I told her I was a social worker and my office was only two blocks away. I explained that I worked with alcoholics and drug addicts, which she seemed to find fascinating.

She told me in turn that she had just finished grade 6 and came to the park every noon hour to buy a pizza slice and some grapes that she mostly fed to the hungry seagulls. She loved the birds she told me. I found her oddly reluctant to talk much about her home life, so I left that subject alone.

Every day that first week we sat and talked, then I would go and help her feed the seagulls. She entranced me. At night I would masturbate to fantasies of her then feel guilty for having such thoughts. I was 28, a professional woman with a whole career at stake if I ever carried out my designs on young Cheryl. My feelings seemed out of control and their intensity frightened me.

I would look at Cheryl’s slim young body dressed always in a pair of cotton shorts and a loose top that failed to hide the fact that her breasts had started developing. She never wore a bra and I actually caught myself trying to peek down her top when she bent over. I felt like some kind of horny teenaged boy hoping to cop a look! I also noticed her sneaking looks at my breasts too which drove me nuts. I’m a good 36C and have a trim figure that I’m proud of so I started wearing more revealing tops and tighter clothing hoping to entice more of her interest. It seemed to work.

On the job I would wear a light sweater or shirt to be more appropriate, but I’d take that off in the park when I met with Cheryl. It was a week before a big fireworks display that was going to happen at the beach nearby and I asked her if she would like to go with me, with her parent’s permission of course.

“Gosh yes!” Cheryl exclaimed. “My mom won’t mind. She’s working that night so she won’t need a babysitter,” she told me. “She gets home around 2:00 am. Can I stay with you till then?” she asked.

Could she ever! I gave Cheryl my work and home phone number and asked her to have her mother call me if she liked. She never did. It seems she never took a lot of interest in her daughter’s life, which I found tragic. Apparently her mother agreed without even talking to me on the phone, relieved only that she didn’t need to pay a babysitter. Poor Cheryl, I thought.

The first night of the fireworks I went to her apartment to pick her up. She lived only a few blocks away from me and the beach so we walked together and found a good spot to watch the show. The night was beautiful and clear but with a slight cooling breeze coming in off the ocean. It was perfect.

I had brought some blankets, cushions and some snacks for us, so we settled into our little corner of the universe and snugly awaited the `Symphony of Fire’ we were promised. Having Cheryl sitting so close to me was turning me on and I could feel my wetness building in my aching pussy. Like her I wore a pair of tight cotton shorts. I also added a spandex yellow top that I wore without a bra knowing that Cheryl would notice my nipples growing hard. She wore a plain white cotton blouse that also gave me tantalizing glimpses of her own pretty pink nipples through the light fabric. I pretended a calmness I truly did not feel.

At precisely 10:00pm the show began with a single rocket blazing its way straight up in to the air for hundreds of feet before exploding into a gigantic multi-colored flower. The half million or so of us gathered together gave off a collective `Ooo’ and `Ahh’ as the music started over the many loud speakers set up along the beach. Cheryl snuggled close into me as the sky lit up with a massive series of colorful explosions all set to coordinate with the Mozart concerto that played in the background. I put my arm around her and felt a wondrous rush flow through me every bit the equal in strength to the pyrotechnical display we were watching.

As the show went on each crack and bang of the rockets made Cheryl shiver a little and move closer in to me. Then she took my arm from around her shoulder and brought it across her body. “You have beautiful hands,” she told me as she held my hand up in hers. I looked over at her and kissed her on the cheek.

“So do you princess. In fact you are a very beautiful young girl,” I said with a slight quiver in my voice. Oh my! Was I getting turned on!

Cheryl gently laid her cheek against mine and we stayed that way until the demonstration was over. The finale had red, green, white, blue and yellow fire exploding across the sky just like the orgasm I was soon going to have masturbating when we got to my place. I would excuse myself and go in to the bathroom and do the dirty deed before I did something I might regret.

I held Cheryl’s small hand as we made our way through the exiting crowd to my condo just a few blocks away. The night was gorgeous and cool and everyone was in a good mood. It felt wonderful to be alive and holding Cheryl’s dear hand in mine. I opened the front door of my building and took her into the elevator to my 5th floor condo and let us in.

“Wow!” she exclaimed when she saw my place. I took pride in my living space and had it decorated in soft colors of white and gold. Odd bits of colour came out through the oil paintings I had collected and some of the small mementos and knick-knacks I had placed around the rooms. “Your place is beautiful! Can I use your bathroom?” she asked urgently.

So much for that plan. “Of course, honey. It’s at the end of the hall there, see it?” Cheryl nodded and ran down the hall and closed the door.

As I awaited her return I put my hand down beneath my shorts and between my legs. I was sopping wet. What on earth was I going to do?

When Cheryl returned all smiles and compliments about my bathroom I told her to get ready for bed while I took a shower. After, we’d have a snack before turning in. Cheryl’s mother had agreed that she could sleep over rather than return half awake at 2:00 am.

I got into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. My nipples were aching with desire and my pussy practically dripping with arousal. Just a few seconds under the water and one hand found my breasts and the other my clit. I came rapidly and hard. Shudders of pleasure shot through my body in waves. With the immediate tension eased I leisurely finished my shower and dried myself off.

Wrapping a towel around myself I headed for my bedroom and caught sight of Cheryl staring at me as I emerged from the bathroom. She had changed into a white T-shirt and (I presumed) panties underneath, exactly what I was about to don. I quickly changed in my room and came back out to join her in my kitchen.

My dark hair was short and dried quickly so I’d just towel-dried it for now and combed it out. I was wearing a thin white cotton T-shirt extra large, white cotton panties and no bra. I wanted to see Cheryl’s reaction to my unbound boobs as my nipples clearly stood out against my shirt. The hem of it came to the tops of my thighs.

“Ooo, you have such nice legs!” Cheryl cooed at me as I sat down at the kitchen table.
“Thank you, and so do you young lady,” I said with a laugh then patted her knee. That touch was electric. “Would you like some ice cream?” I inquired a little shakily.

Cheryl looked up at me with something like wonder in her eyes then gazed down at my erect nipples poking through my thin T-shirt. She simply nodded yes. Wow, was she interested! I gave my ass a little roll as I headed for the fridge. As I returned with the ice cream her eyes again took in my body before settling on my face.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked her playfully yet full of lust.

Cheryl turned beet red “I-I’m sorry Star, but you have such a nice figure,” she murmured guiltily.

“Oh honey! Please! I like you looking at me! I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I like looking at you too. You are a very pretty girl, do you know that?” I asked her.

“Really?” she replied. “Nobody’s ever told me that before,” she said with some astonishment.

“Yes you are. Hasn’t your mom ever told you that?” I asked her.

“N-no. My mom doesn’t seem to care about me much. She only tells me to be good and behave myself. She never says she loves me or that I look nice or anything.” A tear fell from her eye then more tears came silently flooding out. My heart ached for her.

As she told it to me Cheryl’s mother had never married and worked nights as a bartender at a downtown club. Her mother just never seemed to have time for her. She was never cruel and she earned enough to keep them both in reasonable comfort materially. She was just absent emotionally to Cheryl, who had gotten what nurturing she could from the many babysitters her mother had provided over the years. She had no idea who her father was nor did she know of any other family.

“Oh Cheryl!” I exclaimed and hugged her close to me. “I love you. I love you dearly, little one.” I said as I rocked her in my arms. The poor child. How could anyone emotionally neglect a young girl like this? “I want you to know that I will always love you sweetheart. I’m here for you. I am your true friend.” I gently stroked her silky dark hair and held her head against my chest. My love fought with my lust for her.

Then Cheryl did something completely unexpected. She pulled back a little, looked up at me then kissed me full on the lips. It was a brief kiss but I definitely felt the fullness of her lips and that soft erotic pressure that signaled more to come. I also tasted her salty tears and tried wiping then away with my fingers.

“I know you are,” Cheryl whispered to me then moved back to her chair and became suddenly interested in her bowl of ice cream. A little shaken by events I followed suit and scooped in a couple of mouthfuls myself.

“Cheryl honey, where would you like to sleep? I can fix you up all nice and cozy on the couch or you can bunk in with me in my big old bed. There’s lots of room.” I held my breath.

“Gosh, can I sleep with you? That would be so cool!” Cheryl burst out.

“Yes, baby. And every night your mom works if you like,” I told her gently. She rushed into my arms and hugged me close.

“Oh thank you, Star! I love you too. A whole lot. More than anyone I’ve ever known!” she declared into my shoulder. Waves of lust collided with surges of compassion within me as I felt her solid young body close to mine.

“Okay, little one. Let’s go to bed now,” I said abruptly as I felt control over my own feelings starting to slip. Our ice cream was finished and I could tell she was tired. I put the bowls in the dishwasher then took her hand and led her into my sanctum sanctorum.

Cheryl was so sweet. She praised my room and found my bed wonderful to fall into. I let her get used to the space then lifted up the covers and settled in. She quickly followed me and we both lay on our sides facing each other and grinning like Cheshire Cats. Then she did it again. She kissed me. It was a light kiss but hinted at something more.

“I love you so much, Star,” she said gazing with her deep brown eyes into mine.

This time I took the initiative. I brought her head close to me then kissed her deeply and directly this time and letting it linger for just a few seconds longer than hers had, a few seconds longer than a friendly peck on the lips.

“Mmm, that was nice,” Cheryl purred as we drew apart.

My heart was beating loudly in my chest by this time. “Would you like me to kiss you some more?” I asked her.

“Please!” Cheryl said then brought her lips in direct contact with mine. This time neither of us wanted to end it. Finally I dared try putting my tongue against her lips.

“W-would you like to kiss this way?” I murmured against her swollen lips. She simply moaned in reply and opened her mouth to allow in my probing tongue. I was in heaven! We kissed passionately for at least a quarter hour. Our tongues danced together and our jaws stretched wide as we sought almost to devour each other. The feel of her soft young lips against mine was exquisite as our mouths slid around in, out and over each other. I softly bit her puffy lower lip then bathed it with my tongue. I repeated it with her upper lip then sought to force my tongue all the way inside her mouth, something that made her groan out loud in ecstasy. Then I stopped. Conscience time!

“Cheryl honey, we need to talk here, okay?” I said gently as my pulse raced a mile a minute.

“Everything’s okay, isn’t it? Did I do something wrong?” she asked urgently.

“No, no, no! You are wonderful. It’s just well, I’m having all these grown-up feelings about you,” I stammered. “I mean, do you know about sex, honey?”

“Yes, you mean like boys and girls making babies and that stuff? Oh sure.”

“Not just that stuff,” I said to her as plainly as I could. “Do you know that if I touch you in certain places they could put me in jail?”

“Oh Gosh, I’d never tell anyone, I promise!” She blurted out.

Cheryl put her hands to her mouth as if to seal her lips in perpetuity. Then I saw a far away look in her eye and I had to ask.

“Have you ever done this before, Cheryl? It’s okay. You can tell me and I won’t try to put anyone else in jail either,” I said as gently as I could.

She hummed and hawed at first but then began to tell me that one of her babysitters last year had taught her how to masturbate and this had moved on to kissing, some finger fucking and eventually oral sex with this twenty year old girl. But Cheryl had been so needy and the girl didn’t realize that Cheryl had fallen in love with her. When the babysitter abruptly stopped coming by Cheryl was devastated.

“My poor child,” I cried as I gathered her into my breast. “I would never hurt you like that. Ever.”

What was I saying? Was I offering her an unlimited relationship? The rational part of my mind screamed at me to back off but every emotion in my body led me straight back to little Cheryl and her tragic childhood. My feelings of lust warred against my common sense and I agonized over the course our relationship could now take. I loved Cheryl deeply and with all my heart but not just as a child but as the woman inside her that was forced to emerge amidst the emotional, uncaring chaos that was her home life.

Cheryl was quietly sobbing against my shoulder after her story was told. “Was I bad?” she asked me earnestly.

“Honey no! Of course not!” I told her. “It’s that babysitter who was bad, hurting you the way she did! Sex isn’t bad, it’s how we treat each other before during and after that makes it good or bad. Sex just IS, honey. It’s up to us to make each experience meaningful and precious. Like kissing you. I love you so much I don’t want to take you anywhere you don’t want to go. I wanted to talk to you about that, that’s all.”

“Star, I really love you,” Cheryl said. “I mean I’m like IN love with you, do you know what I mean?”

“Gosh, honey, yes I do. I feel the same way about you. I think I have since I first saw you,” I answered truthfully.

“Star, is it okay that we’re both girls? I get awful confused sometimes about my feelings. Aren’t I supposed to like boys?” she asked me plaintively.

“Baby doll, you can like whoever you want. I used to like boys but now I only like girls, especially this girl!” I said, giving her a little poke. Cheryl giggled.

“Does that mean it’s okay then, that I like girls? Especially this girl?” She laughed and poked me back.

“You betcha!” I exclaimed and hugged her tightly.

“Okay,” Cheryl boldly asserted. “Can I see your titties, then?” She asked me with an embarrassed little giggle.

“You like my boobs, huh?” I said cupping each one in my hand and feeling the desire flow through them like fire. I was crossing the line but nothing had ever felt more right I dropped my hands down to the hem then lifted my T-shirt over my head baring my breasts for the first time to my new lover. “Do you want to touch them?” I asked her as I lightly stroked my already erect nipples.

Cheryl’s eyes looked big as saucers as she stared at my tits. Then both her hands reached out and covered my nipples. I took her hands and pressed them in harder and she caught on to the idea and started massaging them like a pro, a look of sheer delight on her face. Oh, the tingling waves that shot through my body at her touch!

“Tell you what,” I said as she eagerly felt me up. “Let’s get naked, okay?”

Cheryl laughed and surrendered my breast flesh long enough to remove her T-shirt and white cotton panties. I got out of bed to remove mine, giving her a full view of my naked body, especially now the tightly trimmed dark fur of my pussy and the pink lips that showed through my light forest of hair. Cheryl’s mouth literally hung open looking at me. I had never received such a compliment before, believe me! I could now see her own swollen little breast buds capped by small coral-pink nipples that stood as erect as they could for their size. Her bare little slit looked so darling I had to restrain myself from diving headfirst between her lovely young legs and eating it all up.

I climbed back onto the bed and we embraced, this time naked, this time as lovers. We kissed deeply and passionately as our hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. I felt her squeezing my breast as I cupped the tight little cheeks of her ass then moved my fingers up to play with her hard little nipple. She moaned her pleasure into my mouth as I tweaked and twirled her soft little tits then moved my hand lower, down across her stomach to finally cup her virgin slit in my hand.

“Baby doll,” I whispered against her swollen lips “I’m gonna rock your world!” I declared passionately. My hand performed slow circles around Cheryl’s hard little clit as my mouth moved down to capture each of her nipples in turn. She moaned and writhed with excitement as my mouth moved lower and my tongue toyed briefly with her cute little belly button before moving all the way down to claim its prize… Cheryl’s swollen pink labia and distended little clit now flowing with her juices and my saliva.

I moved between her legs and kept my head buried in her pussy. I was sucking and lapping her in delicious mouthfuls as my own hand went between my legs and I began to masturbate as I ate Cheryl’s scrumptious little pussy. She tasted wonderful! So clean and girlish I savored every drop of juice from her adorable cunt. As my tongue worked its way in and out of her vagina my own fingers were busy between my own legs. I could feel Cheryl start to come.

At first it was a little tremor then a spasm followed by a huge contraction that lifted her firm young hips clear off the bed. I glued my mouth to her cunny and drank in her juice that to me was sweet as nectar, and rode out her orgasm with my mouth in place. Cheryl cried out in pleasure and broke into tears as her climax slowly subsided.

“Oh God Star! You made me come! I… I`ve never come like that before! I only thought I came all those times!” she wailed. Her tears turned to laughter as I moved up to embrace her. “Hold me, please, Star?” she pleaded.

I held her tight and rocked her slowly in my arms for what seemed like hours. Finally pulling apart I looked into her big brown eyes.

“Was that, well, alright for you honey?” I asked her anxiously. “Did I go too far, baby doll?”

Cheryl just looked at my anxious face and laughed out loud. “That was the most wonderful experience of my whole life!” she exclaimed, then threw herself at me.

Cheryl and I fell together onto the bed with her firmly positioned atop me, flattening my mammaries as she scooched around a bit, reveling, as was I, in the feel of our naked skin in such close erotic contact. Then she kissed me sweetly on the lips.

“Were you playing with yourself while you licked me?” she asked in open wonder.

“Oh yes honey. That’s how much you turned me on. Is it okay if I do that? You can too, you know,” I added.

“No… I mean Yes! I liked watching you doing it to yourself. I mean I, uh , play with myself too, ever since last year. It’s okay if you want to. Is it okay if I watch you?” she asked me tentatively.

Oh yes it was okay. I hadn’t masturbated with somebody for years and here Cheryl was inviting me. “I’m very close to coming baby doll, so watch me closely!” I moved my hand down between my legs as my forefinger dipped into my slit and felt my drenching wetness. Quickly I found my clit and began to work away at it.

Cheryl sat with her mouth open and her eyes wide open and staring at my busy hand at work on my aching cunt. I was finger-fucking myself with two fingers rapidly in and out while I circled my engorged little clit with the other hand. I opened my eyes to stare at her naked, staring at me and my orgasm exploded inside me. It literally felt like one of those rockets at the beach it was so hot and intense. Wave after pulsing wave washed through me as Cheryl stood mesmerized by my autoerotic demonstration.

“Star, that was so hot!” Cheryl exclaimed.

She threw herself into my arms and we held each other tight as we let our passion ebb just a little. “Honey, you can play with yourself all you want with me. It’s natural and a great way to relieve tension!” I murmured into her dark hair. She chuckled a little.

“Can I do it now?” she asked me earnestly.

“Cheryl, honey, you never need to ask my permission to do that. If it feels good and the time is right, then go ahead!” I proclaimed.

We sat facing each other Indian style, so Cheryl’s hot pink slit was on full display as mine was to her. She first licked her fingers then brought them down to begin circling her tiny clit. She started slowly but began to speed up. She put her head back then opened her eyes and asked me if I would play with my tits for her as she watched.

She surprised me with her request, especially when she said `tits’. It seemed so grown up somehow but I could certainly do that. “No problem, sweetness. You like to watch a bit too, do you?” I asked her as I began to massage my breasts hard and strong, pulling on my pink-brown nipples, making them so erect I thought they might burst. Her hand meanwhile became almost a blur between her legs as she stared at me fondling myself for her. I was marveling at her sexual energy when her second orgasm of the night overtook her.

Cheryl’s second climax was every bit the equal of the first. Her body arched off my bed as her fingers stayed buried deep inside her virgin pussy. I was only about two feet away from her throbbing vulva so I saw the juices come out of her to coat her fingers. As she slowly came back to earth I scooped her up in my arms, then took her busy little fingers and sucked them clean in my mouth. Cheryl smiled up at me with a look of glowing contentment then curled up sweetly into my arms.

That night Cheryl and I forged an amazing bond and found an almost divine sexual chemistry that would sometimes leave us both panting for each other at any time of the day or night, either separated or together. Her mother’s odd hours meant that Cheryl stayed at my place at least four times a week that summer and when school began it just seemed natural that Cheryl would come barreling in through my doorway when I got home from work.

Continue on to Part Two

By StarSapphire

Jackie and I had been casual friends for several years and, while we were both lesbians, we had never been lovers. Not that there was anything wrong with her. She was taller than me, had a trim body she kept in shape, and had these really sexy blue eyes that went well with her long straight blond hair. We just had never considered ourselves as potential relationship material. We were generally pretty candid with each other though, especially around sexual matters, and I enjoyed our times together, infrequent as they were.

At the time I was 28 and, unknown to Jackie, having a passionate affair with a twelve year old girl that I desperately needed to keep secret. We’d met in the park near my office where I ate lunch most days. We first became friends then gradually grew closer together over time. I ended up being her primary babysitter as her mother worked nights as a bartender. She was also alcoholic and more than a little neglectful. The maternal side of my nature rose to the occasion along with my libido. Young Cheryl, aside from being a knock out, was a bright, lively and very sensual young lady and we consummated our relationship that summer following a spectacular fireworks display I’d taken her to. The pyrotechnics continued into the wee hours of the morning!

Jackie knew I was babysitting Cheryl but not about our relationship. It therefore came as a surprise when we were having coffee one morning when she told me how attractive she thought Cheryl was.

“I mean for twelve she is certainly hot!” Jackie exclaimed.

“Why Jackie, I didn’t know you were into younger women,” I laughed a little nervously. Jackie was about a year older than me.

“Neither did I. Not till I saw Cheryl,” Jackie said. “I mean this is embarrassing, admitting I have the hots for a twelve year old school girl!” I laughed to myself, if only she knew. Well at least she had good taste!

“She is attractive,” I said trying to sound as neutral as I could. “And I’m sure Cheryl would be very flattered to know you said that.”

“About having the hots for her? My God,” Jackie gasped. “You’re not going to tell her that are you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “Just the part about being so attractive,” I lied. Of course I was going to tell Cheryl that Jackie had the hots for her. She’d be delighted I was sure. Cheryl craved that kind of approval and I wouldn’t deny her the knowledge of Jackie’s feelings. I had no intention of taking matters any further of course, other than to enjoy the vicarious thrill I got from Jackie’s excitement over Cheryl and to savour Cheryl’s reaction when I told her.

Jackie and I continued our conversation leaving Cheryl aside for the moment but she brought up the subject of liking young girls once again. This time she told me about her first sexual experience at 13 with a neighbour lady that had me quite moist by the end of the telling. It seems the woman had hired Jackie to do some yard work one summer after which she proceeded with a rather prolonged seduction that had Jackie climbing the walls before she finally made her move and administered the coup de grace as it were. She had completely sexualized young Jackie and taught her all the positions and protocols of lesbian sex, along with a few other things not usually found in sex ed books. When the yard work was done for the summer the grounds had become immaculate after repeated visits by Jackie, whose mother couldn’t get over how industrious young Jackie had suddenly become in tending to her neighbour’s yard!

Jackie’s conclusion surprised me yet again. “I think maybe I want to give a girl that age all the pleasure and knowledge that I got that summer. You know, like giving back, sort of.”

Well there was a new twist. While I had accepted the fact that I liked having sex with young girls I’d never quite managed to rationalize it as an act of service before, as something worthy of saintly praise! Oh well, if it helps you make it through the night Jackie, who am I to say different? We soon parted and set up another coffee date for the next weekend.

That evening Cheryl was doing a sleep over at my place as she usually did. Her mom worked quite late on weekends and these became precious times for us to be together. Her mother certainly didn’t mind me taking her for the whole weekend which gave her ample time to sleep, work, and drink without the hindrance of a daughter to look after. Out of misery comes joy!

When Cheryl arrived in the afternoon I told her about my conversation with Jackie. She was at first amused but then began thinking. Uh oh, I thought, what’s happening here? I looked at her delectable form, her thick brown hair, slim figure, 5’1″ tall with just the hint of breasts, then admired her trim coltish legs bare to my gaze by virtue of the short shorts she wore. Even though I knew intimately what lay beneath this clothing I still longed to see her naked yet again. A flash of jealousy bolted through me as I thought of her being in the arms of my friend Jackie as I knew she was contemplating.

“You’re thinking of having sex with Jackie aren’t you, you little minx?” I confronted her but with a wry smile on my face. I wondered what she would reply, what Jackie’s yearnings might do to our relationship.

“Yes,” she said matter of factly. “But right now I’d rather have sex with you.”

“Good answer kid,” I said somewhat relieved. I hadn’t had much experience with the green eyed monster before and I was feeling a little unnerved. Cheryl saw the uncertain look on my face.

“You’re not jealous are you? Because if you are I’ll never mention Jackie’s name again,” Cheryl said earnestly, noting my woeful expression. “Besides that must mean you really love me.” Cheryl looked up at me with those big brown eyes that always made me melt.

“Oh God, you know what? I was feeling jealous and you’re right it does mean I love you more than I realized. Oh baby, come here,” I enfolded her in my arms pressing her tightly against my body. “Yes sweetheart I love you to bits but you don’t need to stop thinking or talking about Jackie honey. I just need some time to think things through a bit more. I admit part of me is a little excited imagining you two together. Is that okay with you babe? ”

“Oh gosh Star yes!” Cheryl giggled. “But for right now let’s keep it as our little fantasy. And don’t forget, I told you I wanted sex with you now, remember?”

How could I forget! We headed for the bedroom for a little afternoon delight where my desire to see young Cheryl naked was more than fulfilled. She was equally enamoured of my body, especially my big breasts which she instinctively headed for as soon as we lay down. Of course her little ones held my fascinated attention and I paid them a lot more than lip service. About her bare little puss I won’t even go there. Suffice it to say I was shaved as bald as her and we enjoyed each other’s hairless nether regions immensely. No crease, fold, crevice, or protuberance was overlooked in our pursuit of ecstasy.

As we lay basking in the afterglow of the great sex we had just had the subject of Jackie again came up like a looming cloud floating just overhead. This subject would not go away peacefully. We needed to wrestle with it a bit. I was trying to be practical on the issue and Cheryl romantic, thus we didn’t always agree.

“We are going to have to tell her about us if this is to go ahead. That’s almost a given. But just to be safe we’d tell her after you have sex with her,” I said. “That way she couldn’t tell on us,” That fear was ever close to my heart.

“No Star, I told you, I want you to be there when we have sex! That’ll be just as safe and I know you want to be there,” she said, hitting the nail on the head and clinching that part of the argument. I couldn’t disagree. To see her writhing with passion in Jackie’s arms was a picture growing more vivid in my mind with each time we spoke of this. Somehow my faith and trust in her was overcoming my insidious jealous streak and I was becoming a willing partner to her plans.

“You just have to promise I won’t lose you to that slinky blond pedophile,” I pleaded pathetically.

Cheryl laughed. “No way! I belong totally to this brunette pedophile right here!”

That settled, we showered and got on with our day. Of course this was all at the level of fantasy I thought. I only half believed it really might happen. Even as we discussed intimate details of the arrangements that might ensue part of my mind stayed rigidly in denial that Jackie and Cheryl would actually have sex while I watched, as much as the picture of it turned me on and I would masturbate to the thought of it regularly all that week. Cheryl however, had a different take on things as it turned out.

The week went by with even more discussion about Jackie until It was time for our coffee date Saturday morning. I was unexpectedly nervous as I approached the shop and waited for her to arrive. A few minutes later she came in looking very attractive and willowy in a pale sun dress, large brimmed hat, and sunglasses. Removing the latter two items she went to the counter, grabbed her coffee and joined me. My nervousness seemed to increase as she sat down and smiled. After exchanging pleasantries I told her Cheryl’s delight at her compliment anxious to get her reaction.

Jackie blushed. “Oh God, I’m still a little embarrassed at what I told you last week. But the truth is I’ve been thinking about her a lot since we talked. Come on, tell me! You must feel something towards her too or is it that I’m just a perv?”

Jackie looked so upset I had to answer honestly. “Yes, I feel attracted to her. She’s definitely a fox. I just don’t know if I could have been as open about my feelings as you,” I said. “So relax, you’re not a pervert okay? She’s a very attractive, sensual girl and a lot of women would feel attracted to her. At the very least I think she likes you a lot, if that helps.” Which was certainly true.

“Oh thank God! So it’s not just me? Thank you Star, that’s such a relief,” she laughed and my nervousness vanished. She was still interested so maybe I could play with her a bit, or so I thought.

“Hey, why don’t you come shopping with Cheryl and me this afternoon? It’ll give you a chance to really check her out and you two can get to know each other better,” And have the living daylights teased out of you I thought, knowing just how Cheryl would play this.

When I told Cheryl later about this arrangement true to form a wicked grin played across her pretty little face and I knew Jackie was in for a rocky ride. For a start Cheryl chose to wear a pair of white short shorts that barely covered her backside, never mind what they did or didn’t do to her frontside, along with a loose fitting pale blue half-top that allowed for some surreptitious peeks from just the right angles. The A cup bra of course was forgotten. Added to this ‘ensemble terrible’ was a little light make-up and Cheryl looked smashing. Poor Jackie, I thought, she doesn’t stand a chance.

We met Jackie at the mall and Cheryl gave her a big beaming smile. The seduction had started! She complimented Jackie on how she looked which was returned with a jaw dropping you’re welcome as she eyed Cheryl’s outfit and long carefully brushed hair. Jackie returned the praise in a quiet understatement that belied the look of frustrated excitement her face.

Cheryl decided to walk beside Jackie and never ceased to look up at her adoringly as we walked along looking at the shop windows. It was clear Cheryl was mastering the art of ‘chatting up’ as she flirted with and teased Jackie unmercifully for the next couple of hours. Jackie would occasionally look at me and giggle or roll her eyes in almost coquettish glee. Needless to say we didn’t buy much and instead spent quite a while in the food fair as the two of them ogled each other and blushed a lot. I thought it was all enormously funny even if twinges of jealousy occasionally tormented me.

We finally parted company and each went our separate ways but not before Cheryl had finagled me into extending a dinner invitation to Jackie for the following evening. I was happy to oblige and more than a little intrigued to see what would transpire, although I pretended to make a bit of a fuss just for fun. Not to my surprise Jackie seemed inordinately pleased and accepted immediately much to Cheryl’s delight of course.

When we got home Cheryl burst into laughter. She was beside herself with delight, the little rascal.

“Wasn’t Jackie cool! She was so into it!”

“Yes she was you minx. You were almost cruel with those come-ons young lady,” I answered amused. “Careful you don’t start anything you can’t finish.”

“Who says I can’t finish?” Cheryl replied with her wicked trade mark little grin.

“God, I’ve created a monster!” I said, now wondering exactly where everything was going. It all felt a little out of my control.

I had a bit of a restless sleep that night while Cheryl slept the sleep that only the young can manage; instant, deep, and untroubled. Our sex had been warm and loving and gave me great reassurance of her love, something I didn’t realize I was badly needing I guess. In fact the next morning I awoke without a pang of jealousy when I contemplated Cheryl and Jackie together. Indeed, I was looking forward to our dinner engagement that evening with not a little excitement at the thought of what might happen. I intended to talk to Cheryl about this over breakfast.

I had at last given up my denial and realized that this whole thing might actually come together. We shall see!

* * *

Chapter Two

All during that day Cheryl couldn’t contain her excitement. I tried to talk with her rationally about Jackie, the sex, and possible consequences but she was too consumed in her passion to listen much. Then I would remember when I was twelve and her refusal to see much beyond her own desires became understandable. I’d just have to try to be the adult with, I hoped, Jackie’s cooperation although I wasn’t counting too much on that!

I was also quite nervous. I could imagine Cheryl’s disappointment if things didn’t go her way and I was very apprehensive about letting someone else into our little secret romance if they did. Not that a part of me wasn’t as excited as Cheryl at the prospect of her and Jackie having sex. But, while I had dealt with my jealousy, I sincerely hoped there would be no emotional complications arise on their part from their evening of passion, should it take place. I was altogether in quite a state.

Cheryl helped me prepare a nice fresh tuna dish along with a beautiful salad that I hoped would impress Jackie. Cheryl hoped it would too and said so repeatedly. She also laid out the dinner table along with candles, trying to make things look as romantic as possible. Just before Jackie was due to arrive she took me aside.

“Star, how do you think I should start things? I don’t really know what to do here and I’m afraid Jackie will be too shy in front of you to start anything herself.”

“Or just too shy,” I added. “I can make myself scarce for awhile if you think that might help? That and some more wine after dinner might work! But you’re right. I think you’ll have to make the first move,” I laughed.

We agreed that I should go out for about half an hour and I told Cheryl to use the time to work her magic the way she had in the mall and to take the first opportunity that came along to kiss her. She thought that would be splendid, but what about when I came home? I suggested she leave that up to me. I figured I could maneuver the situation accordingly if I saw a sign from her that she had succeeded at getting to first base. This was all getting very exciting.

When the door buzzer sounded I think we both jumped a little, lost in our nefarious plotting as we were! Very shortly Jackie’s knock came at the door and Cheryl ran to answer it. She led Jackie by the hand to the dining area and I stopped to admire the work Jackie had gone to for this occasion. Her long blond hair was shiny clean and well brushed and she had obviously spent some time applying some attractive light make-up including a delicious glossy red lipstick. Her top and shorts were both white and looked expensive. I don’t know what it did for Cheryl but I was certainly impressed and not a little turned on. We’d both done a little extra with ourselves too.

Jackie looked a little nervous as we sat down for dinner. We poured white wine and I even gave a glass to Cheryl who was thrilled. She proceeded to serve dinner, Jackie first of course, and bent low enough to allow Jackie a peek down her top which, I noticed with amusement, she took. We chit chatted away with Cheryl giving all of her attention to a bemused Jackie who seemed to soak it up like a sponge. I was quietly ignored but did manage a comment or two and Cheryl would shoot me the nicest smiles from time to time. Jackie seemed much more relaxed by dinner’s end.

The dinner judged a success we convened in the living room with our recharged wine glasses, Cheryl and Jackie together on the couch and I in an arm chair opposite. I noticed that Cheryl had taken Jackie’s hand and was sitting very close to her. Now this was a good sign! After a bit of conversation and more google-eyed wonder from Cheryl at Jackie I announced I was going out to buy us some dessert and that I’d be gone about half an hour.

“Now you two be good!” I winked, wishing nothing of the kind of course!

I went and got us some gelato then sat and had a coffee, waiting anxiously for the half hour to end. Finally, thirty five minutes after I’d left I made a racket with my keys in the door and re-entered my place. Setting down the ice cream I walked into the living room. I didn’t need any signal from Cheryl. One look at Jackie’s lipstick told the tale.

I laughed quietly to myself at the nervous expression on Jackie’s face and Cheryl’s sly grin as they both sat there like innocent school girls, Jackie like she was waiting for the principal. I decided to put her out of her misery.

“Jackie, may I have a word? You will excuse us for a minute Cheryl?” Cheryl nodded happily as Jackie followed me meekly into the bedroom.

“You really should have worn the non-smear lipstick tonight, honey,” I said as Jackie blushed and dropped her eyes.

“Star, I’m so sorry! I don’t…don’t know what came over me!” Jackie cried in genuine contrition, on the verge of tears. Time to stop teasing!

“Hey, hey it’s okay Jackie!” She looked up at me startled. “You see Cheryl and I have been lovers for awhile which, for obvious reasons, I’ve never told anyone, including you of course. But I’m telling you now because the thing she wants most in the world is to have sex with you! In fact please do, so I can stop listening to her babble on about how much she wants you!” I laughed. “No kidding,” Jackie deadpanned, a look of some bewilderment on her face. “You mean your saying it’s okay if I have sex with your twelve year old girl friend. Did I just hear you say those words? Hell, did I just hear myself say those words?”

“Yes and you started it. As soon as I told Cheryl about how you felt this whole thing began. So it’s all your fault!” I laughed.

Jackie groaned. “You told her? Oh my God.” She clasped her hands against her beautiful face.

“I’m sorry. I just never expected this reaction. I just wanted her to know how attractive she was to others,” I apologized sincerely. “I admit too I felt a little jealous at first but Cheryl’s helped me through that and now I find the idea kind of exciting. She even wants me to watch! How do you feel about that?”

“A little strange but I think I could get used to the idea.” Jackie drew back a little then smiled. “And you’re really okay with this?”

“I wouldn’t have said so if I felt otherwise, truly Jackie! So do you want to do this or not? If you refuse you just might break Cheryl’s young heart,” I guilt tripped her gently but shamelessly.

“Well we can’t have that then, can we?” Jackie announced and proceeded to lead me back into the living room where young Cheryl waited anxiously.

As soon as she saw the smiles on our faces Cheryl relaxed and rose to meet Jackie who immediately embraced her and planted a big kiss on her lips much to her surprise. It was clear that yes, tongues were involved. After several moments of this mouth-to-mouth exploration Cheryl pulled away and asked “So everything’s all right?” looking a little bewildered and turning her head back and forth to Jackie and I.

“Oh yes sweetie,” I answered. “And I’m going to sit right here and watch just like you wanted.”

“Oh my God I’m so excited!” Cheryl cried.

“And so am I you little tease!” Jackie chimed in. “So come here baby and let me love you up properly!”

With that the two of them embraced again and kissed deeply, this time sinking down to the couch. I sat across from them and felt my desire growing as I watched Jackie slide her hand under Cheryl’s top to play with the little swellings that were her breasts. A low moan escaped Cheryl’s lips as Jackie’s hand made contact with one of her nipples. Breaking apart quickly, Jackie grabbed the hem of the garment and lifted it over Cheryl’s head, with her complete cooperation. Cheryl sat topless while Jackie took in the sight of her puffy pink nipples and neophyte breast flesh. I gasped at the sight of Cheryl’s bare breasts myself. In spite of having seen them many times before it had never quite been in this context. Seeing her sitting proudly for Jackie’s gaze made it just like I was seeing them for the first time myself and my arousal grew. Nothing loath Jackie quickly undid her top and shrugged it off as Cheryl stared open- mouthed at Jackie’s very nice B cup tits encased in a lacy white bra which obviously had been selected for just this contingency. You could just see her small hard pink nipples through the shear fabric and I admired her choice, wondering if her panties were as sexy. They were; an erotic little lingerie set she’d clearly worn in hopes of just this moment happening.

Woman and girl quickly stripped down to nothing as I began to fumble with my own clothes. Jackie had a lithe beautiful body with pale skin highlighted by her coral pink nipples and thatch of thin brown pussy fur. Her slit was just visible through it. Cheryl stared at her in awe while Jackie stared back, equally enamoured by Cheryl’s pre- pubescent sleek form and bare little slit with just a wisp of dark hair at the top of her pubes.

They quickly embraced and folded themselves down prone on the couch, with Jackie quickly moving on top of Cheryl whose legs parted to allow Jackie’s thigh to make contact with her pussy. Their lips met in a searing kiss as their hips bucked and pumped in unison, rocking each other closer to an urgent climax.

I had managed to strip off my own clothes, unable to restrain the urge to join them at least vicariously. I sat in my easy chair and licked my fingers, bringing them down between my open thighs to rub at my throbbing clit fast and furiously. As I watched Jackie and Cheryl fucking my own orgasm began to build within my groin. The heat radiated out to my belly and up, making my hard nipples tingle. Grabbing one I twisted and tugged at it as I continued masturbating to the sight of my lover and friend in such an intimate embrace.

Cheryl meanwhile was squeezing Jackie’s tits hard as they continued humping. Both were gasping and groaning in pleasure as their hot wet cunts rubbed against each other’s hot flesh. Lifting herself up Jackie moved down Cheryl’s body and began sucking each of her small nipples in turn.

“God yes Jackie!” Cheryl moaned “Suck my titties hard! Bite them!”

Jackie complied, nipping and biting her hard nipples causing Cheryl to cry out in pain and pleasure. Moving lower Jackie kissed her way down her belly, pausing at her belly button to toy with it a minute, before moving lower towards Cheryl’s forbidden fruit. Cheryl moaned in anticipation and watched Jackie’s face make its slow descent.

Arriving at last at her destination Jackie took her time, leisurely lapping at Cheryl’s bare young slit before licking deeply, finding and fixing her little hard clit with her tongue. Cheryl thrashed in pleasure gripping Jackie’s long blond hair as Jackie sucked and licked hard at Cheryl’s little girl nub.

“Yes Jackie! Oh yes!” Cheryl moaned. “”Eat me! Eat my pussy! Finger my cunt!”

As Jackie complied, slipping her hand down between Cheryl’s legs to insert two fingers into her waiting cunt, I shoved three in my own sopping hole and began noisily finger fucking myself. Cheryl looked over at me and smiled. I grinned back enraptured at the pleasure I was experiencing watching them both and getting myself off. I was amazed at how excited I was watching Cheryl in the arms of another woman.

As I continued watching Cheryl’s hips suddenly thrust hard into Jackie’s face and her eyes squeezed shut. She came as a great shuddering climax rippled through her young body. It took everything Jackie had to hang on as Cheryl’s climax ran its surging course and slowly subsided. She lay there panting, eyes closed and arms spread as Jackie moved up to embrace her, rocking her through the final stages of her massive orgasm.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Cheryl kept muttering into Jackie’s shoulder clearly spent from her exertions. “That was so good Jackie! Thank you!”

After a tight hug the two of them looked over at me still sprawled out in my chair and still waiting to cum. Jackie laughed at the sight of me.

“It was so hot watching you getting yourself off,” she told me. Then she giggled. “Want to do it together? I really need to come too. I’m ready to burst!” We both laughed.

“Mmmm one of my favourite things,” I smiled. “I think it’s really hot masturbating together.”

As Cheryl moved over to the corner of the couch Jackie and I faced each other a few feet apart. After a brief moment of self consciousness I began slowly rubbing my clit again, eagerly watching Jackie do the same. My other hand moved to my tit where I began kneading and squeezing my soft flesh. I revelled in the hot flashes of pleasure shooting through me as I continued to masturbate and watch Jackie also getting herself off.

Jackie was now finger fucking herself hard and fast as I was doing earlier, using three fingers. A look of pleasurable agony was on her face as she continued. Like me she also began mauling and squeezing her tits, twisting and pulling on her nipples. The sight was driving me mad and I rubbed and fucked myself furiously in response. We occasionally made glazed eye contact as our pleasure mounted.

Jackie and I of course had never had sex together so there was this added excitement to what we were doing. I swore however that this wouldn’t be the last time either as my orgasm struck and struck hard. My hips arched from my seat as wave after hot electric wave rippled through me, building and crashing, then slowly subsiding until I was a limp mass of sated desire.

Looking up I noticed Jackie just entering her climax and watched enraptured as a wonderful climax thrashed through her slim frame. As she slowly came down Cheryl scooted over to hold her and, on trembling legs, I did the same. We all embraced and laughed, basking in the warmth of our sated pleasure.

“Star, thank you so much for letting this happen,” Cheryl said hugging me.

“And ditto from me,” said Jackie putting her arms around us both. “I didn’t realize just how badly I wanted this!” she exclaimed.

I was happy for them both and glad to oblige. It had been a great unexpected pleasure for me too and I wasn’t about to let it be the last time either, which I told them both to their delight. It was also so nice to have someone to share our relationship with, someone we could both talk to about it if Cheryl and I felt the need.

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2005 }

By Amanda

Disclaimer: This story describes pedosexual encounters. The girl in the story is quite young and the women much older. The encounters are consensual, as all sex should be. If this type of thing disturbs you then read no further. Furthermore because this story deals with sexuality, the government of the United States says that you cannot read this story of love if you are not 18 or older — however that same government would allow you to read it if it depicted murder or rape.

I watched my girlfriend walk down the driveway to her car. She wiped tears out of her eyes, pausing to look back at me before throwing the car door open and sliding in to the driver’s seat.

‘She’s just a child!’ I heard her voice screaming in my head as she pulled out of the drive. It was all Jenny had been able to say.

“Mandy?” Sarah’s little voice shocked me back into the world. “Is Jenny going to ever come back?”

“I don’t think so.” I answered. Tears welled in Sarah’s blue eyes and spilled on to her cheeks. I knelt in front of her, tugging at her night shirt, pulling her closer to me. I kissed her bottom lip and brushed the tears from her cheeks. I wanted to cry too; I love Jenny, not like Sarah, but as much as I ever could love a woman. I didn’t want to be strong. I let my tears go and pulled Sarah against my body hugging her tightly.

Oh Sarah… She is the one part of my life that makes sense and our story is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. Sarah had just turned nine the week before. I had known her for around three years ever since her parents had moved in to the house next door. Mark and Josi, they were good people. I liked them a lot and had them over to my house often.

So I guess I should start at the beginning. Three years before that night, the night I broke Jenny’s heart, Sarah’s family moved in next door. A couple of days after the moving vans left, a knock at my door disturbed an afternoon movie with Jenny, lying on the couch and rubbing one another’s feet. I opened the door to Sarah’s lovely little face staring up at me. She asked if I had any children. She said children, not kids. That caught my attention. I don’t and told her so. She was disappointed, but managed to smile and shrug before skipping away.

I would not see her again for a long time. Well, no more than catching a glance of her playing with other ‘children’ from the neighborhood.

I was sitting on my front porch one day. I really don’t remember much about the day other than it was warm. I was reading ‘Friday.’ My attention was suddenly diverted to the little girl standing patiently in front of me. Her hands behind her back, as she turned slightly back and forth. ‘Hello,’ I said with a smile. I like kids, as you will understand later.

“My mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight.” She said, almost giggling. She looked toward the driveway, seeing Jenny’s car, “And your friend can come too.” She didn’t wait for an answer before skipping away.

That was how it started, a simple dinner. Sarah took a liking to me, and I was quite fond of her. Josi and Mark had already told her about lesbians so when I explained that Jenny was my girlfriend she understood. She said it made us more interesting than the other neighbors. Jenny also began to grow fond of Sarah. The girl just grows on you, and she had plenty of time for it since she spent hours at my house every day. Jenny isn’t as fond of children as I am, but she has entertained the thought of the two of use raising a daughter.

Somewhere after her eighth birthday party I started to see the changes in my feelings for her. It was nothing new really. I had fallen for girls her age before. Eight, nine, ten—that was the age they sucked me in, even some girls as old as thirteen.

How things work out never ceases to amaze me. Sarah began to sense that my feelings for her weren’t the same as most grown-ups. Being a child and with the honesty of a child she told me in her way.

“You kiss me like you kiss Jenny.” She said looking into my eyes. She was about to go home and I had given a soft little kiss on her lips.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“You kissed my mom on the cheek, real quick too. But you kissed me longer, like you kiss Jenny.” She looked quizzically at me for a moment, as if I had asked her a hard question. “I don’t think I’m a lesbian though.” Her little shoulders rose in a shrug.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her. With a big smile she shook her head back and forth.

“You can kiss me like that, I like it.” She snaked her lithe arms around my neck and hugged me before running home.

From that night on things started changing between Sarah and I. She sat closer to me, hugged me longer when it was time to go home, and once, just once, I though I felt her lips part slightly when she kissed me.

Sarah’s parents noticed things were different between us too. This was not normally something a person could think of as good. Josi called me and asked me to come over one evening. It wasn’t too unusual. I went over to their house and sat down in the living room while Josi brought me a glass of iced tea.

“Sarah really has taken a shine to you,” she said. “She has Sarah plus Mandy written on every notebook for school and little hearts with your name on them all over her room.” The woman didn’t sound angry but her tone was not joking or light either. I was feeling uncomfortable. Mark scoffed and looked up from the paper toward the television. He pulled the remote from between the couch cushions and turned it off.

“Should she spend less time at my house?” I asked, sounding nervous. I was what I was. I had dealt with that long ago. I dealt with my crushes and with falling in love knowing nothing could come of it. I had not prepared myself for the parents though.

“We talked to her about you yesterday before she went to her grandmother’s house. It seems the two of you have been cuddling a lot and—kissing?” Josi sat down, she looked worried and rightfully so. Her daughter might be mixed up with a monster. With a trembling hand I set my iced tea down. From the corner of my eye I thought I saw Mark smile. He was enjoying this. They were about to take Sarah from me and he was enjoying it!

“She’s a little girl.” Mark said in a firm voice. “Are you…?”

“Am I what?” I asked.

“I’ve seen the way you act toward her, the way you look at her. It’s the way I look at Josi. So I’m asking you to be honest with us, are you—a pedophile?”

The question sent a shock through me. It was so intense that my vision blurred for a second. And then I heard it, I heard myself say yes. “But I don’t rape children,” I stuttered.

Mark seemed as surprised by my answer as I was. Josi sat behind him nodding her head slowly. “She’s just a child.” He finally said. “Josi and I talked about this all night last night. We know you love her. We know you are good to her. I don’t know if she’s gay or not, she probably doesn’t even know, but she does love you with all her heart.” Mark turned fully toward me. He clasped his hands in front of himself. “Please Amanda. Please don’t hurt our daughter. Just please be careful with her.”

“What are you saying?” I gasped. I had heard the words but they didn’t make sense. “Are you saying that we… that Sarah and I…”

“I am saying that she has the right to decide what kind of relationship the two of you have. I don’t want to know too much about the two of you; I just can’t deal with it. But I am leaving it to Sarah as to what the two of you are.”

I sat there staring at my feet. I didn’t know what to say, what to ask. The questions leapt to my tongue but immediately retreated. I finally looked up at Mark. “Where do you draw the line?” I finally asked. Mark nodded his head for several seconds. He turned to look at Josi for a moment before returning his attention to me. “My daughter is a virgin and I expect her to be so for a long time to come. I’m not going to give you a laundry list of things you can’t do. It’s her body. But you have to respect that. If I even think she’s uncomfortable with anything you two have done I’ll pull the plug so fast your head will spin. That little girl is my heart. But she’s smart, and I think she can decide for herself some of the things she does and doesn’t want to do. But for her everything is still experimenting and playing, she’s not ready for the kinds of things you and Jenny do.”

“Amanda…” Josi’s voice was soft, almost afraid, “When I was her age my aunt and I… It never went beyond her hands on my panties and light petting, but I know not all people like you are evil. Mark is the only other person I’ve ever known that was as loving and kind as Betty. You seem kind. Please don’t break my daughter’s heart.”

I just sat nodding my head. Finally, trying to compose myself I picked up my iced tea and sipped it. “What about Jenny?” Mark finally asked.

Jenny… Jenny. What about her? She certainly wouldn’t be so open minded as Josi and Mark. Not only that, she was the girlfriend and this was asking her to willingly let me cheat on her.

I didn’t tell her. Neither did Mark, Josi or Sarah. Sarah’s parents had explained to Sarah that although they accepted our relationship, no one else would and so she could not tell anyone. They had also told her that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. They told her she could tell them about anything that made her uncomfortable or upset her.

Jenny was bound to find out about Sarah and I. Whether she noticed how close we were or something slipped in conversation. I was ready for that. I wasn’t ready for what actually happened though.

Jenny had a key to my house. She had since only a few months in to our relationship. She was suppose to be working late, not coming over to the house at all that night. But things didn’t work out that way. Sarah was spending the weekend with me, like she so often did. We were in my room kissing, touching each other. It was nothing serious, just caressing, with my hand occasionally rubbing across her bottom or over her hip.

I was lost in her. It wasn’t hard to do, just fall into that beautiful little girl. I didn’t hear the door open, and if Sarah did she didn’t say anything. Jenny walked into the bedroom, and turned on the light to find us both lying on the bed kissing, my finger tips just under the waistband of Sarah’s Sponge Bob panties.

I sat up with a gasp. Sarah sat up too. She looked up at Jenny, ashamed. “Jenny…” She turned and walked away, “Jenny! Wait!” I followed after her catching up where the hall opened into the dining room.

“She’s just a child!” Jenny shouted. I reached for her but she pushed me away and headed for the door.

After Jenny had left, as Sarah and I stood in the living room hugging I heard Sarah’s little voice, “It’s my fault.” She said.

“No, no, God no baby.” I tried to comfort her. “No it’s my fault. I should have told her about us.”

I lead Sarah to the couch and we sat down. I just wanted to hold her. “They’re going to come and take me away now.” I told Sarah. “They’ll say a lot of things about me to you. But no matter what they say I want you to know how much I love you.”

“Where are they going to take you?” Sarah sounded desperate.

“Just away sweetie.”

“Will you come back?”

“Not for a long time.” I lifted her chin and kissed her softly.

I don’t know how long we sat holding each other and sobbing, but the sound of the car in the driveway brought me back to the real world. “They’re here,” I said. “You should run along home now. And Sarah, never forget that I love you with all of my heart.”

I got up off the couch as I heard foot falls on the porch. Ready to deal with my fate I opened the door, but it wasn’t the Denver police standing at the door. It was Jenny. Her eyeliner was streaked in gray lines down her cheeks, and her nose was red from crying. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.” She said quietly. I didn’t either but I was glad to see her. I opened the screen door and stood to the side.

Jenny didn’t get in the door before Sarah ran across the room and wrapped her arms around her. The little girl loved Jenny probably as much as she did me. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” She said squeezing Jenny tightly. Jenny didn’t say anything she just stroked the girl’s hair.

I coaxed them both into the house and closed the door against the cold Denver night. “What did I see in there Amanda?” Jenny asked. She looked down at Sarah for a moment. “Should she be here for this?”

I looked down at my watch, it was seven o’clock. “Sarah could you go home and ask your parents to come over in about an hour?” Sarah nodded her head and reluctantly left the house.

“You saw what you saw.” I finally told her, sitting down. “Sarah and I have a—special relationship.”

“Your a fucking pedo?!” she almost screamed.

I looked away. The word sounded so cold and cruel when spoken with her accusing tone. “It’s not something I wanted Jen. But it’s who I am.” Jenny shook her head. She held her hands up and started to walk out again. Something stopped her and to this day I’m not quite sure what it was.

“You know, if it were a guy… if you needed a guy to fulfill some need then I could learn to live with it. I love you that much, but this…” Slowly Jenny made her way around the coffee table to sit on the couch. “She’s a little girl.”

“I don’t rape children Jen. We were only kissing. I’ve never even seen her naked.” That wasn’t true. I had seen her many times when she took her bath. “Well I’ve never been in bed with her naked anyway.”

“Why is she bringing her parents over?” she asked absently. I wasn’t sure if she was actually asking me or simply thinking out loud.

“I love you Jenny. I really do…”

“But that’s not enough is it?” she interrupted.

“What I feel for Sarah is different. It’s not a matter of not being enough. Sarah satisfies something deep inside me that I can’t explain.”

“You want me to accept this don’t you? You want me to knowingly let you molest a little girl and just pretend like it’s ok.”

I was about to say something when a knock at the door stopped me. I glanced down at my watch to see it had only been fifteen minutes. My stomach tightened, as I wondered if Jenny had called the police and was only here to make sure I didn’t go anywhere.

I opened the door to see Mark standing on my porch looking very angry. “My daughter is home crying her eyes out.” He said as he pushed his way into the house.

“C’mon in Mark.” I grumbled. “What did she tell you?”

“Everything.” Mark looked down at Jenny. “I told Amanda she needed to talk to you about Sarah but she didn’t and now my daughter’s heart is broken. She thinks you’re both going to leave her now.” He glared at me, “you told her you were going away for a long time?”

“I thought the police were on their way,” I answered.

“I’ve been okay with the two of you for a year now…”

“A year?” Jenny gasped.

“A year.” Mark reiterated. “But this was what I was afraid of. She’s too young to have to deal with this type of thing.” He turned his attention to Jenny. “I know what’s going on between Sarah and Amanda. I have all along. Same with Josi. We trust her not to take things too far with our daughter. Please, if you’re going to leave then whatever but please, don’t involve any one else in this. Our daughter doesn’t need those kinds of stresses.”

“But a grown adult fucking her is okay?” Jenny snapped.

“They haven’t—fucked,” Mark growled at her. “It’s all been relatively innocent play so far. Sarah loves her, and trusts her. Sarah knows that she can make anything stop just by telling Amanda to stop. I know it’s hard to understand, and I really don’t blame you for being pissed about the lies, but no one is being taken advantage of here. We’ve had long talks with Sarah about this and she understands what’s going on.”

Mark looked back and forth between us for several seconds before he moved for the door. “I’m keeping her home tonight, come and let her know you’re not leaving her tomorrow.” He left.

“This is too big.” Jenny said. “It doesn’t fit in my head.” She got up and started to walk out. I tried to stop her but she pushed me away. “I need some time. Just stay away I need some time to think about this.” That would be the last time I’d see her for more than a week.

I was sure Jenny was no longer a part of my life. It hurt, a lot. More even than I would have thought. But with this new freedom, I felt I could be more free with Sarah. Our physical relationship became more, well serious.

We were lying in bed the Saturday night after Jenny left, kissing and holding each other. Feeling a bit bold, bolder than ever before, I slipped my leg between hers and pressed my thigh up into her crotch. She shuddered and pressed her head into my chest.

“That feels nice,” she whispered. Her hot breath against my skin sent a shiver through me.

“You don’t mind?” I asked. She shook her head quickly. I moved my leg back and forth slowly, rubbing against her little mound. After several moment I could feel her hip rocking in anticipation of my thigh. Her grip on my arm was getting tighter, almost so much that it hurt.

Her wetness was coming through her flower-print underpants now, and I could feel it on my leg. This was a first for me. I had never actually had such intimate contact with a child. I had dreamt it, night after night, even dated petite little girls and convinced them to shave their pubic hair, but this was different. She was really a little girl and feeling her against me, smelling the unique scent of a child mixed with the scent of sexual excitement, it was setting my soul on fire.

A gasp escaped Sarah’s lips and she ground her crotch against my leg hard. She trembled for several seconds in a silent orgasm before relaxing against the bed with a smile.

“Is that what you and Jenny do?” she asked.

“Sometimes.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“That was nice. I never felt anything like that.” She looked up at me. “Is that sex?” She asked.

“It’s a kind of sex.” I answered. I kissed the tip of her little nose and she giggled.

“There are other kinds?” She asked, excited. She sat up in the bed and looked down at me. “Show me,” she said, excited.

“I don’t know sweetie.” I propped myself up on my elbow and looked into those pretty blue eyes. “I think this is one of those things your Dad wants us to be real careful about.”

“Daddy said that sometimes when people love each other they touch each other in special ways. Is this what he meant?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Do he and Momma do this stuff?” Her eyes were wide. She was approaching the magic of sexual love with all the innocence and wonder of a child. She was so lovely at that moment, sitting on my bed with wide eyes and a shy smile.

“When men and women make love it’s different than when two girls do.”

“That’s ‘cause men have penises, right?”

“Yes.”

“Daddy said men put them inside women and it feels good. Do I have to let a boy do that?”

“No sweetie. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Sarah sat quietly for several moments. She looked like she was contemplating the meaning of life with her furrowed brow. “Is Jenny coming back?” she asked. Whatever she was thinking about she had resolved and now, in the true fashion of a child we were on to bigger and better things.

“I don’t think so sweetie.”

“That’s why you did that to me huh?” She really was a bright little girl. I nodded my head.

Sarah lay back down and snuggled close to me, falling asleep almost right away. I lay awake though for several hours, thinking about Jenny, about what Sarah and I had done, and wondering when she and her father had had this conversation about sex.

I came home from work on the next Friday night, excited that Sarah would be spending the night with me, and found Jenny sitting on the couch. She had a key to my house and had for nearly four years now. On the coffee table were two glasses of iced tea. I set my purse down on the my bent wood rocker and sat across form her on the couch.

“I didn’t call the police,” she finally said.

“I wasn’t sure if you would.”

“Is she your girlfriend too?” Jenny looked me in the eye, and I wanted to shy away from her gaze.

“Does that mean you’re still my girlfriend?” I asked. Guilt for what I had done with Sarah raced through me. I had lied to myself enough in the past not to feel like I was cheating on her when the child and I were just caressing and kissing each other, but what we had done the week before was sex, and now I was without a doubt a cheater.

“I just don’t know how I could cut the two of you out of my life. We’ve been together for almost five years Amanda, I just can’t throw that away.” Jenny took a deep breath, it was obvious she had prepared for this talk for some time now and she had things that she wanted to say. I braced myself for whatever was to come. “I’m jealous,” she finally admitted. “And that’s not a big problem for me, but I’m jealous of a nine-year-old girl who I also happen to adore. I can’t help but think of what my uncle did to me. But Sarah she… I got quiet and reclusive but she’s… I don’t… I mean she doesn’t seem any worse for it. I can’t make any promises Mandy, but I am going to try and learn to live with the two of you.”

A sigh of relief escaped my lips. With each new day I had started to feel Jenny’s absence more and more. “She’s suppose to spend the night tonight. Is that Okay?”

Jenny swallowed hard. After several minutes she nodded her head. “I still don’t know how to handle this.”

Sarah came over shortly afterward. She had seen Jenny’s car in the driveway and ran inside without knocking. She wrapped herself around Jen and held her until she practically had to be peeled off.

That night around midnight the three of us headed for bed. Jenny went into my room and I ushered Sarah into the guest bedroom. Her eyes seemed filled with hurt as I kissed her and tucked the blankets around her. “I want to sleep with you Mandy,” she said to me.

“I know sweetie, but Jenny, she still doesn’t know what to think of us. I don’t think… And besides she and I might, you know.”

“Make love?” she giggled. “I wish I could see what you do together.”

I kissed her again and turned out the light, careful to leave the closet light on for her. In my room I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up around my head. “It’s cold,” I said moving close to Jen.

“Would it make a difference if I, I don’t know, did things differently?” Jenny asked. It was obvious she’d been having a conversation with herself and I was coming in on the latter part of it. “If I shaved or called you Mommy?”

“That’s sweet,” I said, draping my arm over her. “But it doesn’t exactly work that way. A guy could wear a dress but he’d still be a guy.” Jenny rolled up on her side to face me, the street light outside casting shadows across her face. We began kissing—slowly at first, tentatively. Our kisses became hungry, desperate. I pulled her against me, squeezing her to me. I loved the feeling of her small breasts against my own. Jenny always slept in nothing but a pair of panties. Her soft skin sent electricity through me.

I slid my thigh between her legs, remembering what I’d done with Sarah only a week ago. We ground our bodies together, the heat of her sex warming my leg, for it only to cool in the air from her wetness. I loved the scent of Jenny’s excited sex; it reached me even though she was under the covers.

Jenny bit her lip and tried to muffle her cries as an orgasm ripped through her. She pulled me close and drew a deep breath, then let it out trembling. For her this was just a small one, a precursor to bigger things to come. Jenny could cum more than I could, and each one seemed to be more intense than the last.

“There’s nothing else I can do?” She asked again, breathlessly. “Anything special you want?”

I just lay there looking at her. I couldn’t bring myself to voice my desire. That was a first. Normally I had no problem telling a lover exactly what I wanted. “I…” I trailed off even before I began. Jenny got very still, after a moment she nodded her head.

“I wanted to take it slow,” she finally said. “But I guess it just doesn’t really matter.” She got out of bed, and I thought for sure it was to leave. She didn’t dress though. I could see her head toward the living room when she left the room and moments later I heard the thermostat click and the heat came on.

Her foot falls in the hallway stopped and I heard Sarah’s door open. Not long after Jenny came into the room holding Sarah on her hip. She dropped the girl playfully on the bed and crawled across the blankets to kiss me. “Pour vous,” she cooed.

“I don’t understand,” I looked from the little girl who sat rubbing her eyes, to my girlfriend. “You didn’t wake her up did you?”

“I wasn’t really asleep,” Sarah chimed.

“Do you mind me being here sweetheart?” Jenny asked. Sarah shook her head. “And you?” She said looking at me. I shook my head as well. I felt my excitement building. Having my beautiful child lover and my girlfriend here with me now was sending waves of heat through me.

“Are you going to make love?” Sarah asked, sounding excited. She turned around and lay on her tummy, propping her head on her hands.

“Are we?” I asked, caressing Jenny’s cheek with the backs of my fingers.

“Can I see?” Sarah asked. “I want to see what it’s like.” I looked into Jenny’s eyes. Reluctantly she nodded her head. She was still unsure about all of this but she was trying.

The light from outside was more than adequate to light the room enough that Sarah had a good view of Jenny and I as we lay on the bed, kissing and caressing each other. I dragged my nails along Jenny’s belly, up to her breasts. I love the feel of her A cup chest. She was like most of my other girlfriends—pretty, a bit androgynous with the body of a twelve year old. I covered her nipple with my mouth and sucked it, swirling my tongue on it. Her nipple hardened in my mouth, and she moaned in time with my ministrations.

Sarah moved timidly across the bed toward the head. She lay down on Jenny’s other side, reaching out and gently rubbing her belly. Jenny’s eyes opened wide when she felt the child’s touch but after a moment she managed to calm herself. Sarah must have been feeling bold. She leaned in and kissed Jenny softly on the lips. Immediately my lovely Jen opened her eyes and turned toward the girl. “I love you Sarah, but if we’re going to get through this you can’t do that ok?” Sarah nodded her head. I was afraid that it was all going to be too much for her, but bless her, Jenny was trying. Sarah didn’t pull her hand away from Jen’s belly but she didn’t try and kiss her again.

I lavished kisses on Jenny’s mouth and her neck. I moved down her belly and tongued her belly button softly. Finally I reached her mound. She had trimmed it closer than normal, and it was slightly prickly, tickling my nose and chin. I could smell her excitement and it drove me. I pressed my tongue against her clit and slid my fingers into her, curling them and pressing against her pubic bone from inside. Jenny drew a log sharp breath, and began rocking her hips in time with me. I looked up at her, over her belly I watched her chest heave. Next to her Sarah lay, rubbing her fingers back and forth on Jenny’s belly. I watched as she traced her hand up to Jenny’s breast and cupped it like she had seen me do. Jenny’s movement’s faltered for a moment. She opened her eyes and looked up at Sarah. Her hand went absently to the child’s hand but she didn’t push the girl away. I felt a wave of love for my Jenny race through me. I pressed my fingers harder and flattened my tongue on her clit, working her toward orgasm. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it. Jenny was panting now, rocking wildly. I could hear it coming. I new her so well, I knew she was about to cum. I reached deep inside her and that was what she needed to send her over the edge. Jenny tore at the blankets and planted her feet against the bed. She moaned loudly as she arched her back and then fell back to the bed.

I crawled up to lie next to her, kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Sarah, like the consummate child, pushed her way into the kiss, focusing her attentions on me. She sat back and licked her lips, giggling. “It tastes funny,” she finally said.

“I like the taste,” I told her.

Jenny recovered quickly and pushed me to the bed. She kissed up and down my body, knowing all of my most sensitive spots. She worked her way over my chest and neck to kiss my mouth, pushing her tongue inside. She was kissing me as much as she was lapping up her own juices. We all have our own quirks I suppose and one of hers was to clean her honey from my face. I could tell that tasting herself excited her and I was always happy to oblige her.

Jenny made her way back down my body and began working my clit with her tongue. I felt Sarah moving on the bed, and Jenny paused. “She likes it when you kiss her nipples,” she offered to the child, “and if you pinch them gently.” I looked down at her, surprised. She flashed me a quick smile and went back to work. A moment later I felt the warmth of Sarah’s little mouth covering my nipples. She sucked them like a baby, knowing nothing of how to use her tongue or teeth. She leaned back and dutifully she pinched at them, softly pulling up. She couldn’t have known what she was doing to me. Feeling her little fingers and slight body was causing my head to swim when coupled with the expert attention Jenny gave me.

I felt it, building in my belly first, the heat, moving to my clit where it burst like fireworks into wave after wave of heat and tingles. My body ached for more as the orgasm subsided, but I would have been too spent to take any more.

Jenny crawled up and sat at the head of the bed next to Sarah. The child looked at her for several seconds, seeming shy. Finally she built the nerve and leaned up, kissing Jenny quickly on the mouth. She drew back licking her lips. “It tastes different.” She finally said.

“It’s one of the things I love about women,” Jenny told her. “They all taste a little different. They all have their very own special scent.”

“I wonder what I’d taste like.” Sarah leaned against Jenny’s naked chest, listening to her heart beat.

“That brings me to my next question,” Jenny said. “What about her, what do we do for her?”

I shrugged. I had never dreamt any of these things in the millions of fantasies I had masturbated to. I had never dreamt I’d have a little lover much less a girlfriend willing to entertain the desires. “Do you want us to touch you like that Sarah?” I finally asked. She hissed a giggle and covered her face with her hands. “It’s okay sweetie, I mean if you don’t that’s okay. And if you do that’s okay too. It’s fun and it feels good, there is nothing wrong with enjoying it.”

Several minutes passed before Jenny slid back and laid Sarah on her back in front of me. She sat on the bed with the child’s head in her lap stroking the girl’s sides with her finger tips. Sarah looked up at me expectantly. I felt so unsure, but Jenny was doing everything she could for me. And Sarah, she lay there looking so innocent, her wide eyes and half smile beaming up at me just waiting for the next experience.

I rubbed my hands up and down her body and soon followed them with my lips. I lapped at her tiny nipples, and caressed the soft fleshy places on her chest that would one day be breasts. I slid my hand down between her legs and rubbed her mound softly. As I did I moved forward and kissed Jenny’s lips. I could still taste myself on her kisses and perhaps I’d learned it from her but it did excite me a little.

Sarah tensed under my finger tips each time I passed over her young sex. “Do you not like that sweetie?” I asked her. I pulled my hand up toward her chest but she reached down and wrapped her little fingers around my wrist. She was not yet bold enough nor experienced enough to guide my hand back to her nether regions but she had the courage to stop me from moving away and that was something.

I pushed my finger along her slit and over her tiny bump of flesh, the magic button, her clitoris. I felt the girl’s hips rise to greet my finger. A sigh passed her lips and she closed her eyes. Jenny drew a deep breath and closed her eyes as well. I tried to comfort her with a kiss, but she was dealing with the experience in her own way and I had to just let her.

Slowly at first I rubbed my finger along Sarah’s slit, pressing against her opening just enough to stimulate her. As she began rocking in time with me, I sped up. She panted and moaned and her head rolled from side to side. Sarah tightened her grip on my wrist as the orgasm began to build up within her. I worked faster, using the child’s wetness to lubricate her. Suddenly she pulled my hand down toward her sex, she scrunched her face up almost like she had sipped lemonade that was still too sour. I nearly had to laugh but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Oh!” she cried out. “That… Oh!” Sarah unscrunched her face and relaxed into the bed. After a moment she released a trembling breath and looked up first at Jenny and then me. I was the first to act. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, nibbling at her bottom lip. I then sat up and pulled Jenny close, kissing her deeply. “That was fun,” Sarah finally said.

The three of us went to sleep in a pile that night, my arms wrapped around Sarah, and hers around Jenny.

That was the single most powerful sexual experience I had ever had. It would not be the last though. Since that night a year ago, I have been blessed with many such experiences. Jenny has found it in herself to allow me my child lover. I couldn’t possibly be happier than I am with her and Sarah.

Continue on to Part Two

By Jeneee

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

Picture this in your imaginative, fertile mind.

Tiny, bright yellow shorts. Very tight, tiny, bright yellow shorts, so tight that the lines of her even tinier panties were plainly visible through the smooth thin material – panties not much wider than a thong. Shorts so short that her firm, young, and oh so curvy cheeks peeked boldly from beneath the hem; shorts with the waist so low that they almost revealed a different kind of cleavage – the only cleavage this nine or ten year old could possibly have.

Getting the picture? But there’s even more…

Now add a blue, satiny tube top, very narrow, leaving most of her perfectly smooth looking back uncovered, except for where her long, dark hair flowed softly over her shoulders, occasionally swaying back and forth as she slowly made her way from storefront to storefront beside her mother – at least I assumed it was her mother – in the spacious mall that was the focal point of shopping or just plain hanging out for everyone in our mid-sized town.

Hypnotized by the gentle rolling of her cute little butt, I followed, helplessly entranced by this alluring little treasure. Her mother was equally attractive from behind, wearing a pair of hot pink shorts clinging to her bubble butt like a second skin – no panty line visible – and no sign of a thong apparent above their low waistband. Her bare feet were tucked into white, low heeled pumps, while a white tee completed her outfit, bra plainly visible underneath. She had the same dark hair as her daughter, but it was tied back in a short pony tail which swayed seductively from side to side as she moved. Her shorts flossed intimately between her curvy cheeks which topped long, slim, beautifully tanned legs. Lunchtime was over on this warm Saturday afternoon and I was on my break, and as I so often did to avoid stuffing myself with the usual fare of burgers and fries that my co-workers seemed to enjoy – and I admit to the temptation – I instead wandered through the mall eying the beautiful clothes in which I wishfully saw myself dressed if only I could afford them. But my meagre salary and tips as a waitress made that almost impossible unless I saved for the next ten years. But by then I’d probably never be able to fit into the classy outfits I longed to wear, especially if I yielded to those tempting burgers and fries.

However, today there was also something else for me to eye.

Mom and daughter soon paused in front of a lingerie store and I pulled up beside them to gaze at the slim mannequins wearing the scantiest of undies. The little girl giggled and pointed to a tiny thong displayed on a mannequin sitting on a stool in the corner of the window, legs spread teasingly, enticing the viewer to ‘come on in and buy me’ – the thong that is, not the mannequin.

“I want one of those, mommy,” I heard the little girl tell her companion, confirming that she was indeed her mom. Now able to see the girl from the side I noticed her stiff, pointy nipples announcing their presence to the world as they protruded saucily through the tight, shiny material of her blue tube top, nipples perched proudly upon the slightly puffy breast buds now beginning their enchanting early development.

Her mother smiled, looking down lovingly at her daughter. “We’ll see honey. But I’m not sure they’d have any in your size,” she added, slipping her arm over the girl’s shoulders and hugging her affectionately.

“Let’s go in and see,” the little girl pleaded, “please mommy? I want some just like yours, even if you’re not wearing any today,” she added with a giggle as she precociously squeezed one of her mother’s butt cheeks seemingly oblivious to my presence beside her. Or was she? Oblivious, that is.

Not wanting to be too obvious in my appraisal of this young charmer I concentrated my gaze on her clear reflection in the storefront window but had to refrain from gasping as I saw the way her tight, bright yellow shorts outlined the prominent vulva concealed beneath them, so obviously dividing her pouting labia and leaving nothing to my vivid imagination despite the panties which nestled beneath them which also must have been made of a very light material. The mother’s pink shorts similarly caressed her own vulva and from the way both were dressed I had to conclude that they definitely had an exhibitionist streak within them – like mother, like daughter – and must enjoy showing themselves off to whomsoever would care to notice. And by now I was sure they both knew they had captured my attention.

I turned and smiled at them. “I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation,” I said, “but I’m sure they have thongs in her size,” I told the mother. “Why not go in and ask?” I added. “From the window display it looks like they have quite a range of pretty undies for a cute girl like you,” I said to the little girl as she turned to look at me, a big smile on her face . “Please mommy?” the girl begged again, looking pleadingly up into her mother’s eyes. “Can we?”

“I’m going in anyway,” I told them. “So I can ask if you like, if you don’t want to go in yourselves, that is.”

The mom looked over at me, taking her daughter’s hand in hers. “No, that’s okay, thanks,” she smiled. “We’ll go in and check for ourselves.”

“I need a few things too,” I told her as we walked into the store, “so I think I’ll join you.” I checked my watch. “But I have to get back to work soon, so I’d better hurry,” I added. Her daughter walked in ahead of us, making a bee-line for the panty display on one of the counters at the back.

“Where do you work?” her mother asked as we followed behind her.

“Oh, at the mall restaurant, near the main entrance,” I replied. “I’m just on my break after the lunch rush. Looks like your daughter knows what she’s doing,” I laughed as we watched the little girl snag the attention of a sales girl.

“Yeah, she certainly has a mind of her own,” her mother chuckled, introducing herself as Kayla. I took her hand and told her my name, Gloria.

“And, if you don’t mind me saying,” I added with a smile, “she is a real cutie. Her outfit is quite, shall we say, enticing,” I giggled. “Well, she certainly isn’t shy,” Kayla admitted, catching me glancing at her own pink shorts. “Kinda takes after me, I guess, as you seem to have noticed,” she giggled, jabbing me in my ribs with her elbow. “My girlfriend says we are both a couple of chronic exhibitionists.”

Caught in the act, I found myself blushing and all I could find to say was that, yes, I thought they were both attractive.

“Why thank you,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair away from one of her deep brown eyes. “And you’re no slouch yourself,” she added, giving me an obvious once over, again deepening my blush. I didn’t exactly consider myself that attractive, but I still enjoyed the compliment.

By this time we had reached the counter where her daughter, whose name I soon learned was Amanda, had seemingly charmed the older sales clerk into showing her a variety of cute panties that any young girl would be happy to wear.

“But I’m looking for a thong,” she told the lady. “Do you have any that would fit me?” she asked hopefully, sliding her hands down along her narrow hips as if to emphasise how small it would actually have to be in order to fit her. The clerk looked over to us as we arrived beside Amanda.

“Is she with one of you?” she asked us. “She certainly seems to know what she wants,” she smiled, “but I’m not sure we have thongs in her size,” she added, glancing briefly with amusement at Kayla’s shorts and then back to her young customer.

“Yes, Amanda’s my daughter, and she really has her mind set on getting her first thong. What is the smallest size you have?”

After fumbling through a few boxes behind the counter the clerk eventually produced a tiny, white thong which still looked as though it would be slightly too large for Amanda. The little girl smiled when she saw it. “Can I try it on? See if it fits?” she asked eagerly, looking back and forth from the sales lady to her mother, who nodded that she could.

“There’s a change room over there,” the clerk replied, pointing over to the wall on our right. “But you’ll have to put it on over your shorts though, hon,” she added, handing the thong to Amanda’s outstretched hand.

“Yay!” she exclaimed, excitedly. “But I’ll just slip it on here then.” And before any of us could say a word she lifted up one leg after the other and pulled the white, lacey thong quickly up until it nestled – a little loosely as it turned out – over the crotch of her tight, yellow shorts. She patted it against herself, pulling this way and that on the waist band, but no matter how she adjusted it, it was plainly too large for her.

“Nothing smaller?” Kayla asked the lady, as Amanda frowned in disappointment.

“I’m afraid not, that’s the smallest size we have. I’m sorry.”

I moved over behind the little girl and grasped the string-like material of the waist band, pulling it up so that the thong flossed tightly between her gorgeous cheeks, then had an idea. “I’m pretty good with a needle and thread,” I told Kayla. “If you’d like to buy the thong I can try to work on it at home to make it fit. And if it doesn’t work then I’ll reimburse you for what it costs. Would that be okay?” I asked, suddenly picturing the little girl out of her shorts and panties as we tried to make the thong fit. Oh, you sly devil, I thought to myself as I waited for Kayla’s reply. But before she could say anything Amanda burst out, “Yes, mommy, can we let her try? Please?”

Kayla looked at me and shrugged. “Well, why not. As long as you don’t mind,” she said, looking at me as if trying to discern my motive.”

“I’d be happy to help out,” I assured her as Amanda smiled in delight.

“Okay. It’s a deal then,” Kayla said. “Wrap it up, you have a sale,” she smiled at the clerk who I noticed had looked at me a little strangely when I’d made my offer. I could almost hear herself wondering what kind of women we both were to let a young girl even wear such provocative undies.

I bought myself a few pair of panties while we were there and by then it was time for me to get back to work. As we left the lingerie store together Kayla and Amanda walked beside me toward the mall entrance and the restaurant where I waitressed. “Why don’t you come in and grab a booth and I’ll bring you a coffee and a soda for Amanda? I suggested. “Then I can give you my address and arrange for a convenient time for you to come over and see what we can do with your new purchase,” I added, winking at the little girl who smiled happily at me.

And so it was. We agreed for them to visit me the following weekend on the Sunday afternoon. As I watched their tight butts gently sway their way out from the restaurant, I couldn’t help feeling my pulse quickening in anticipation of our next meeting.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By hornykate

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2012 }

It was my daughter’s friend who started it. That’s unfair. I think the whole thing was the result of a perfect storm (literally!) when all the fates conspired to bring so many things together.

That day started off as any other weekend day. I get up, prepare breakfast for me and daughter who’s still in bed. Mother shouts daughter down etc. You get the picture. Another day in suburbia.

We’re at the table eating, chatting. We have a great relationship. I love her dearly, and she loves me. You want descriptions? Me: Anne, about 5″6′, dark hair in a bob (bit retro), slim, small boobs, not bad shape, face like sally field (if u remember her), and just celebrated 31st birthday. She: Ruth, just under 5ft, sandy brown straight hair, starting to shape out physically. Hips, check. Boobs, check (still tiny but still there). Legs, check. Starting to develop in all the right areas. Oh, and a beautiful face. Smile that melts me, perfect teeth, nose, ears… I’m biased, ok? Oh yes, and she’s ten. Anyway, I digress.

The phone rings. It’s Ruth’s father. He hardly ever calls these days. That’s not a problem for either of us. For the sake of Ruth we always maintained a cordial relationship, and we have this odd situation in which we don’t hear from him for ages. And then he’ll call to take Ruth out for the day. He enjoys his freedom obviously and maybe every now and again he gets GUILT so he makes contact. So the day then gets kinda disrupted as he wants to take her out. That’s fine, I can get on with things round the house, bit of cleaning, bit of gardening, bit of daytime TV, bit of Internet activity, bit of auto-eroticism. I was kidding about the cleaning!

He comes round about an hour later, whisks my baby off to wherever. But as she’s leaving it starts to spot with rain. So that’s the gardening out as well! Within half an hour the rain’s really coming down. That’s when I hear the doorbell. When I open the door, who’s standing there but Ruth’s friend from down the road, Beth. And she’s not dressed for the weather.

Let me tell you about Beth. She deserves her own paragraph. I’ll say this out loud, and I’ll say it with no shame. She’s gorgeous. She’s also, more importantly, a really lovely girl. And she’s… she’s just so sexy. And she’s only a year older than Ruth. I have real trouble around her because I genuinely can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s my (not so) guilty secret.

I always felt her mother dressed her, or allowed her to dress a little inappropriately. She usually wore a skirt that seemed just a little TOO short, a top that showed off a little TOO much tummy, and was loose enough to show a little TOO much of her non-existent cleavage. And her skin was of the swarthy type so she looked constantly tanned. Dirty blonde hair half way down her back. And the clothes I just mentioned? That’s what she was wearing as she stood in my doorway, soaking wet.

“Is Ruth in?”

I composed myself. I’m her friend’s mother, I thought. DON’T stare at her with anything other than maternal concern. “Sweetheart, you’re absolutely soaked,” I said, “she’s out with her dad and I think you should get yourself home and get dry.”

She looked a little downcast, and mumbled something about being locked out.

“Where’s your mother?”

She told me she’d got home and no-one was in so she thought she’d come round to see Ruth.

I invited her in and as she stood in the hallway I went to get a towel. I came back with the towel and some of Ruth’s clothes.

“Here sweetheart, dry your hair and change into these.”

She was actually shivering and I could see she was struggling to get her top off. What should a woman with a daughter the same age (nearly) and a secret yen for this particular young girl do?

I offered to help. And she accepted. So I moved towards her, and took hold of the hem of her top.

“Hold your arms up, baby,” I said.

And she did, so I removed her top and she stood before me half naked and I couldn’t help but look at her chest, her flat chest with her little nipples that stood out because of the cold and wet. And she was lookin at me looking at her. And I think she knew.

“Shall I help you with the rest?” I asked with a voice as tremulous as a nightingale’s song.

She said, “yes…please,” and I almost came.

It all seemed to happen so fast. Doorbell rings and the next thing I know, I’m dry-mouthed and shaky. The only comfortable way of doing this in the hallway was to kneel in front of her, unbutton the skirt and slide it down her beautiful beautiful thighs, revealling her little pink panties. I swear to God I almost said to her, are you wet everywhere? but I didn’t. But what I did say was almost as obvious.

“Shall I take these off as well?”

It was her whispered answer “yes” that emboldened me. I wanted to pull them off slowly, sensually but instead I did it quickly, matter-of-factly. And I was then at eye level with her sparsely haired little cunt. It felt crazy.

You know what she did then? She parted her legs. Only slightly, but enough.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Amanda

Jenny had not reached acceptance. It had been two weeks since she had confessed her new desires to me and we had not made love since the night with Sarah.

My young lover was coming over to spend the night. I was excited but at the same time afraid because I planned to approach Jenny sexually once we all went to bed. Jen had been distant. It was clear to me, even if not to her, that she was still moving through the shock of discovering this new part of herself.

“I love you, baby,” I said, hugging Jenny and kissing her head. “Are you okay with her coming over tonight?”

Jenny looked up at me and smiled, nodding her head. “How can you be so calm about it?” she asked me. I wanted to say ‘about what’ but I knew what she meant.

“I’ve spent years knowing about this. I ran from my whole life when I first found out. Did I ever tell you that I used to be a teacher?”

“I think you’ve mentioned it.” Jenny fished around the couch for the remote. She found it and turned off the television. “I’m so afraid that what we’ve done is going to haunt her.”

“I know,” I answered. The same thing had occurred to me. Sarah was my first child lover, and was flying blind.

“She’s so different than I was. When my uncle did what he did, I was devastated. I felt so ashamed. I lost my innocence. Sarah barely seems any different, though.”

I’d noticed the same thing. It was what helped to waylay my doubts. Sarah was still Sarah. She was still the same happy, sweet and silly not to mention brilliant little girl I’d always known. “I don’t blame you for being afraid,” I told her. “This is very delicate. Everything we do can affect her for the rest of her life. That’s why we have to be so careful.”

“You know the worst part of it all. I know I loved it. God, it filled a gap I didn’t even know existed until…” She looked up at me, blushing. “I’m sorry.”

I knelt down in front of her and smoothed her hair back with my hand. I reached out and took her hand in mine. “I understand.” And I did. I think for anyone else, being told that you didn’t fulfill your lover’s desires might hurt, but I understood. I felt exactly the same. I wasn’t going to say it, though. Jenny didn’t need to hear that. I slid up on the couch and wrapped my arms around her, trying to make her feel even a little better.

“Would you mind if I went and got her early?” Jenny asked me. I wasn’t sure why she wanted to, but I shrugged, happy to think about having even a little more time with the child.

Jenny broke away from the hug and slowly stood. She took a deep breath before leaving me there to go get Sarah.

I had expected her to be right back. But thirty minutes passed and she was still at Mark and Josi’s. I was starting to get a little worried when I saw Jenny walking across the yard carrying Sarah piggyback. The child had one arm around my girlfriend’s shoulder and in her other hand she held the duffel that she always brought when she came over.

They were laughing as they walked across the porch and knocked on the door. “Mandy!” Sarah squealed when I opened the door. Sarah slipped from Jenny’s back and pushed past her to wrap herself around me.

“How are you, angel?” I asked. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips gently. “And you…” I said looking up at Jenny, “what took so long?” She just shrugged and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. I didn’t need to ask though I knew what she was looking for. She wanted to be told it was okay. She wanted someone to tell her she wasn’t a monster. She wanted approval. Mark and Josi were the wrong ones to try and get it from, though. They tolerated their daughter’s relationship, it could even be said that they accepted it; but approved? That was a stretch. “Am I going to be able to get you to talk about it?” I asked.

Jenny sighed and sat down on the couch. No sooner did her behind hit the cushion that she hopped back up and went into the kitchen. When she came back she was carrying a beer. Whatever had been said had gone deeper than I had thought. Neither of us usually drank, though there always seemed to be either wine or beer in the refrigerator. She sat down, holding the beer in both hands with her elbows on her knees. She stared down at the floor. “I guess I just wanted them to tell me it was okay.”

“Did they?” I asked, sure I knew the answer. Jenny shook her head. She set her beer down and I went to the couch, sitting next to her.

“Oh god, Mandy… I’m so scared!” She broke down into tears as she fell on me in a sobbing hug. I felt tears in my own eyes. For the fear and pain she was feeling. For the shame at enjoying what she had done. I clearly remembered going through the same thing. It was something I would not wish on anyone.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” I said trying to comfort her. I stroked her hair softly and gently rocked back and forth almost as if I were lulling a child to sleep.

“Don’t cry, Jenny.” Sarah crawled up on to the couch and wrapped her arms around my lover.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Jenny said, hugging the girl back and tried to calm herself down.

I put my finger under Jenny’s chin and tiled her head up to look at me. “If you want to hear someone say it’s okay, baby, then she’s the one to ask.” Jenny nodded her head and turned to look at Sarah.

Jenny was debating what she wanted to ask the little girl. I’ve seen that look in her eyes. In the end though she let the subject drop and opened her beer.

I kissed Jen’s cheek and coaxed her to sit back. She snuggled against me and Sarah pushed close to her. She sipped from her beer slowly, holding the can in her lap after each taste. Sarah watched her so intently that Jenny offered her the can. “You want a sip?” She asked. Sarah giggled and looked bashfully at the can before taking it and sipping tentatively from it. She wrinkled her nose and handed the can back with squinted eyes.

“It’s bitter,” she grumbled.

“That’s so little girls won’t drink it.” Jenny teased, poking at Sarah’s belly. The girl laughed and pulled away.

“I missed you, Jenny. How come you didn’t come back after we…” She blushed and looked away. “Were you mad at me?”

“No, sweetie.” Jenny hugged the girl close, kissing her cheeks and the side of her neck. Seeing their exchange touched me. I loved them both so much that it overwhelmed me at times. “I won’t leave you like that again,” she promised, going so far as to draw an ‘X’ on her chest with her index finger. Sarah seemed satisfied with that and kissed her on the lips.

I would’ve been happy just sitting there with my two special girls, but I wanted to take Sarah to play miniature golf. It was something Jenny and I had done a lot when we first started dating. Now with Sarah in our lives, I was hoping it would be something we could recapture.

Trying to be delicate about it I coaxed them both up. “Are we still going to Golf ‘n’ Stuff?” I asked. Jenny nodded her head with a smile and Sarah bounced up and down giggling. I knew she liked playing miniature golf, but she also loved all the video games and the pizza by the slice they had too. It would eat up the afternoon and most of the evening.

You know, it’s funny. Sarah might have been our lover, but she was still so much a little girl and I find myself even now thinking up kid stuff to do. I find myself talking to her as a child. I don’t mean talking down to her, though. I respect her and love her dearly. I listen to every word she says and I value her opinion and feelings. Perhaps that is why I differ from other adults and why she loves me the way she does. And I know she loves me, I see it in her eyes when she says it. I’m different because I think of her as a person, not ‘just a kid.’

That was part of the conflict Jenny was feeling. Her perspective was shifting and she was finding it difficult to trust that Sarah was an actual person with thoughts and feelings and not just a mindless machine that would magically turn into a person on her eighteenth birthday. It isn’t her fault that she thinks that way. Society teaches us that children cannot think for themselves.

That’s not Jenny now, though. This is all the story of what was, of the first steps on the road to where we are today. Knowing that doesn’t spoil the story. Today Jenny and Sarah are inseparable, best friends. They are so close that sometimes I get a little jealous, until I realize that it’s truly a gift that they allow, no no, they WANT me to be a part of their lives.

Sarah happily jumped into the back seat of the car. Jenny pushed the seat back and slipped in behind the wheel. I hate driving personally, so most of the time I made her do it. I even taught her to drive stick so we could take my car. We drove to the mini golf place and piled out of the car.

Sarah ran straight to the air hockey table and begged Jenny to play with her. Jenny was girlie. She might have looked like a twelve year old, but she dressed like a woman. Among her femme traits were her lovely, long nails painted the color of dry blood. She would not risk them even for Sarah. I am not so girlie and with no nails to put at risk I dropped a dollar into the air hockey machine and played Sarah a game. At first I didn’t let her just win. I kept the score very close but in the end I let her beat me by one point.

Jenny went and got our clubs and balls from the attendant. She came back to where Sarah had stopped, transfixed by the demo mode of a video game. I don’t remember it’s name but it had a lot of zombies and the only controllers where a pair of pistols. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask to play it. It’s not that I was afraid it would scare her, I just don’t like the thought of children playing with guns.

“Are you two ready?” Jenny’s musical voice distracted Sarah and she took her club, hurrying us out to the course.

The game was every woman for herself, and Sarah managed to beat us. I don’t mean we let her win, no she actually did better than either Jenny or me. I decided with that, the next time we played air hockey, she was on her own.

We played, ate, played and finally long after sunset, went home. Sarah fell asleep in the back seat as we drove. At home when I reached in to get her she wrapped her arms around me. It always amazed me how kids can hold on to you when they sleep. We took her in. I was going to let her sleep, just lay her in bed and kiss her goodnight, bidding goodbye to my hopes for the night but when I put her on the bed she opened her eyes.

“Don’t make me go to bed.” She whined, sounding desperate. Sarah pushed herself up on her elbows and looked around. She yawned and laid back down so she could rub her eyes. She just looked so much like the little girl she was I wanted to eat her up. God she’s a cute kid. “I thought tonight maybe Jenny would want to do stuff again.” Sarah said, sounding frustrated.

“Well. Lets go have some ice cream and then when we go to bed we’ll tell her we want to do stuff okay?” Sarah smiled and nodded her head. She pushed her way up past me and padded out of the room, almost shuffling her little feet. I followed behind her.

“Hey sugar pop.” Jenny chimed when the girl walked into the living room. “You didn’t wake her up I hope?” She said, almost scolding me.

“No she did it herself.” I said only half paying attention. Jenny had turned the stereo on and it played softly, giving a perfect background to the candles she had lit and set on the coffee table. I looked at her quizzically.

“Well I’m glad she’s up.” Jenny adjusted the volume on the stereo and walked over to the couch, swooping our little angel up in her arms as she did. She kissed and nibbled at the girl’s neck playfully once she sat down, then held her hand out to me. “Come sit with us Mandy.” She cooed in her best little girl voice. I felt my belly quiver. They both sat there staring up at me with big, expectant eyes.

I have a large, soft, fluffy couch, with more than enough room for all three of us. I slid in behind Jenny and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I leaned in and kissed her shoulders softly. She loved feeling my lips, and even gentle bites on her neck and shoulders. I looked up and could see Sarah watching me intently. I winked at her and smiled. “She likes when you kiss her ear.” I offered to the girl. What she really liked though I was not sure I could explain. “Here, watch me.” I said. I leaned up and nibbled at Jenny’s earlobe. I pinched it between my upper teeth and lower lip, pulling and suckling gently. Right on queue Jenny shivered and almost melted in to my arms. Sarah snickered and leaned close. I felt Jenny tense slightly when the girl was close enough that her breath warmed my lover’s neck. Sarah nibbled at her ear and Jenny drew a deep breath, leaning in to the girl’s kiss.

When Sarah finally released Jenny she looked at her expectantly. I know she wanted Jenny to tell her she’d done it right. Finally Jenny turned to her. She leaned close to the girl, smiling. “You gave me goose bumps.” Sarah smiled broadly and leaned in kissing Jenny’s lips with a loud smack as she pulled away giggling.

Jenny reached out and pushed on Sarah’s nose. The girl giggled more and leaned back falling off Jenny’s lap and coming to rest on the cushion, propped up by the arm of the couch, all the while laughing harder. I couldn’t help but laugh myself.

When you’ve been together as long as Jenny and me, well sometimes you overlook the important things like taking time when you make love and just enjoying the experience rather than working toward the final goal. Kids though, they have a way about them, often without even knowing it. Sarah was slowing us down. making us pay attention to each moment and not just focusing on the big payoff. We were both concerned about taking our time with her. having fun with her, playing with her.

Jenny leaned in and pulled Sarah’s shirt up, blowing on her belly, bringing on a whole new cascade of laugher.

After a few moments Sarah got quiet and looked up at Jenny. Her attention slowly moved to me, all the while the smile on her face never fading. “I want to kiss Jenny like you did last time.” She said to me. I wasn’t sure what she meant and I guess my expression reflected that. “When you laid down and she was over you.”

I understood what she meant then. I wasn’t sure though. That seemed kind of, I don’t know, intense for a little girl. “I don’t know sweetie.” I said to her. “Don’t you think you’d be afraid?” She shook her head. “Sometimes you can’t breath and even I get a little scared.” I didn’t want to say too much, I didn’t want Sarah to start being afraid of every new experience so I let it drop there.

I ticked the girl’s sides, leaning against Jenny, melting in to her. My lover pushed against me until my back was against the couch and her weight was on me. I loved feeling all one hundred and two pounds of her pushed against me. Her slight build excited me even with a willing child so close. “Love you, baby.” I whispered. Jenny turned and kissed my lips, a smiled playing at her own.

“I love you too, now lets rough this kid up!” She grabbed Sarah’s hips and shook the girl back and forth comically.

“Your silly!” Sarah laughed, almost squealing.

Once Sarah finally calmed down I moved on the couch until I could lean down and kiss her. I wanted taste her lips, feel her tiny mouth opening up to meet mine. I kissed the child deeply, softly. I stroked her face with my hand. When I broke the kiss Sarah wiped saliva from her chin and cleaned her hand on the couch. I cringed but said nothing. After only two real experiences she child knew what would be coming next. She began wiggling on the couch and moving her legs and I was about to ask what she was doing when I heard one of her shoes hit the floor. The second soon followed. “Time to skin the possum.” She giggled as she held up her arms. Jenny wrinkled her brow and tilted her head slightly. “Daddy always says that when I have to take a bath.”

I don’t know why but I found it somehow curious that ‘Dad’ would be in charge of bath time for a little girl. Perhaps it was my own up bringing, Dad always found somewhere else to be when it was time for me and my sister to take a bath.

Jenny was the closest and so she was the first ‘possum’ that got skinned. I pushed her shirt up and she cooperatively raised her arms in the air as I slipped the shirt over her head. I dropped the shirt on the floor and leaned in kissing her on the neck, nibbling at her shoulder and again at the side of her neck. I reached gently around her and tugged at the clasp on her bra, letting it fall away.

I began massaging her breasts softly, pinching her nipples and kneading the soft flesh. I hardly noticed Sarah sitting up and reaching out until I felt her hand on mine.

The girl pulled my hand away and leaned in, kissing the side of Jenny’s breast. Sarah twisted on the couch and suckled Jenny’s nipples, encouraged by the woman’s soft moans.

Jenny was nearly purring when I finally released her breasts. I heard the gasp though that signaled her attention returning to the present. It took her a moment to collect herself before she reached out and began tugging at Sarah’s shirt. The girl broke away from Jenny’s breast long enough for the shirt to slip over her head, she then went back to my lover’s breast.

Jenny had worn a simple skirt with an elastic waistband. I pushed at it, struggled with it, until she finally rose up and let me roll it over her hips. I didn’t waste any time in pushing her panties off as well.

Without a word Sarah reached out and tangled her fingers in Jenny’s pubic hair. “Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Jenny asked.

Sarah laughed and playfully fell back against the arm of the couch, holding the top of her jeans. “I’m gonna eat you up.” Jenny grabbed Sarah’s feet and pulled them into the air biting down on the girl’s toe. “Starting with your little feet.” The child squealed with laughter and held her hands over her face. Jen immediately dropped Sarah’s legs and tugged at her pants. “Ha ha! I fooled you!” She sang at the girl. This only brought more laughter from the girl and she fought with Jenny over her pants, eventually letting my lover win the battle.

With Sarah and Jenny’s clothes on the floor there was only me left. I was pinned behind Jen and could not undress. The child leaned in close to Jenny and whispered in her ear, then they both moved to look at me.

I burst out laughing as they pounced on me in unison and began pulling, unbuttoning, unclasping and tugging. Before I knew it I was naked and laying on the couch with Jenny kneeling on my legs and Sarah behind my head looking down at me with her big smile. “I still want to kiss Jenny like you did.” Sarah said to me quietly.

I leaned up and kissed the little girl. “Okay sweetheart.” I looked down at Jenny. She had heard and she was nodding her head in silent agreement. I pulled myself up and turned around, coaxing Sarah to lay down.

Jenny crawled up along Sarah’s body, pausing to lean down and kiss her. My beautiful lover stroked Sarah’s cheeks and push her hair out of her face. “If you get scared or anything at all you just tap my leg and we’ll stop ok?” Sarah nodded her head, looking a little less confident as Jenny’s sex drew closer.

I moved on the couch until I was sitting at Sarah’s knees with one of her legs over my lap and the other behind me. I ran my hands along her body as Jenny lowered her body down to meet Sarah’s eager mouth.

Watching my lovely Jen on riding the girl’s face was heart warming. I knew she would probably not be able to climax, she was holding back, trying not to smother the girl. She knew as I did that this was not for her. It was for Sarah’s enjoyment.

Children are so tiny and small and so much more delicate than an adult. Sarah’s tongue, her innocent mouth, they were gaining skill and she was able to shake Jenny’s concentration. Jen was rocking her hips, Moving just slightly, but enough. Just enough to cause Sarah to start tapping at her leg with both hands.

I had been gently rubbing the girl’s body when I noticed her little fingers tapping away at Jenny’s leg. I immediately slid up past Jen as she pulled away from the girl. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, terrified that it had all be far to much for her. She was panting and her eyes were glassy. She looked at me and tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Oh sweetie, Oh no, I’m so sorry…” Jenny was almost crying as she hugged Sarah to her.

“It’s okay,” She said with a shaky voice. “I couldn’t breathe.” Sarah took a deep, but trembling breath and pushed back from Jenny. She tried to smile and kissed my lover on the nose. “I don’t want to stop.” She said. The little girl pushed tears off her cheeks and struggled to try and get back down between Jenny’s legs.

Reluctantly Jen let her slide back between her legs. I pulled myself to lay next to her. I stroked her head as she suckled Jenny’s clit and lapped at her honey.

“I know,” I heard Jenny say, sounding desperate. She wanted to come, she wanted to release the torrent she had been holding back for fear of suffocating Sarah again. Jenny stretched backward, reaching behind herself and holding herself up by her arms. She was stretched backward, pulling herself slightly away from Sarah’s face and giving the girl just enough extra breathing room.

Jen ground her sex into the girl’s chin. She reached up, holding Sarah’s head. She started moaning loudly. Sarah drew a deep breath. She had only seen it twice but she was a fast learner. The child pushed her face toward Jen’s sex and I could hear her mouth as she suckled my lover’s clit the way she suckled a nipple.

Jenny cried out and began trembling. She wanted to push her sex into the girl’s face but she was holding herself back. I cannot imagine the restraint it must have taken to be in the throws of an orgasm and remain conscious enough to attend to your lover’s needs.

Jenny laid back on Sarah’s legs and closed her eyes. The little girl was smiling and humming a song as she traced her finger along Jen’s thighs and over her pubic area. Several moments passed before she noticed me staring at her and she smiled up at me. “I did it.” She said, looking quite proud of herself. “Now I’m like you.”

I don’t know which hit me first. The extreme joy, how touched I was that she would want to be like me in any way, or the guilt that she had done something I know frightened her, because of me. I must sound like a weepy girl, but it seemed that since this all started Sarah was always saying or doing something that brought tears to my eyes.

You know, every curse can be a blessing too. I have to endure the pain and heartache of being a pedophile. It’s a burden I would not wish on any one. But if I weren’t, how could I be in love with such a wonderful girl as Sarah. All things considered I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

Jenny was beginning to recover. She pulled herself up and fell forward, covering Sarah’s mouth with her own. She kissed her juices from the girls face before sitting back. Sarah was giggling softly and looking bashful. “But I taste like you.” She said shyly.

“I know.” Jenny stroked her hair. She smiled down at the girl for a long time silently. “I like to taste myself when I kiss you.” Sarah wrinkled her nose and hissed a giggle. She fidgeted with her hands and averted her eyes, blushing fiercely.

A little more relaxed now I wrapped my arms around Jen, moving close to her ear. “You got to make her come last time,” I said to her. “It’s my turn.” Jenny chuckled and nodded her head. She pulled Sarah up and kissed the girl on the nose.

“Want to know what it feels when it’s the way we just did it?” Jen asked. Sarah nodded her head. Happily I took her place laying on the couch. Jenny helped her straddle my head and she lowered the girl down to me mouth.

Sarah inhaled sharply as I drew her clit into my mouth. I slid my tongue across it, feeling her little legs jerk each time she was stimulated. I slid my tongue along her slit, loving the taste of her honey. I lapped at her, I even nibbled, sheathing my teeth in my lips.

The scent of a child’s excitement, the taste of Sarah’s sex was sending waves of fire through me. My face felt hot and my belly quivered uncontrollably. I was chasing Sarah’s tiny clit with my tongue when I was suddenly aware of warm breath near my own sex. Jenny’s knowing mouth covered my sex and I felt her tongue slid in to me before she began lapping at my clit. I moaned softly and the vibrations caused Sarah to shudder.

Jenny’s mouth had electricity racing through my body. I couldn’t stay quiet. With each moan, with each breath Sarah gasped and I knew she was getting closer. I held her hips in my hand, enjoying how small she felt. She was rocking, driving her velvet soft sex down to my mouth, reaching out to my tongue and lips.

Sarah gasped and squeezed her legs around my face. She was shaking and panting as an orgasm raced through her. She gasped a seconding time when I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and tilted my head to push my chin against her opening. “Oh! Mandy!” She squealed.

The child was spent, almost unconscious as she fell to the side against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. My own orgasm could not be contained any longer. Jenny could hear it in my voice and she drove her fingers deep inside me. I must have screamed because I felt Sarah jump next to me.

The world faded to black as the tide, the electrically charged waves washed over me, drowning me in the dizzy high of climax.

Slowly I became aware. Sarah was looking down at me, her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. “Did it hurt?” She finally managed to ask.

“Oh, no angel. Not in the least.”

I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay right there bathing in the afterglow but as large and comfortable as my couch was, there was not room for the three of us to hold one another.

Slowly I got myself up and coaxed my special girls to follow me to bed. In my room we crawled into bed together and Sarah immediately wrapped herself around Jenny. She kissed my lover’s cheek and hugged her tightly before relaxing. I laid next to them, stroking Sarah’s back.

I think a tiny bit of me was hurt that she had picked Jenny to cling to that night, but as if she could sense it Sarah turned her head to me. She stared at me in the darkness for a long time. “I don’t love her more than you.” She finally said. “But she needs extra hugs, cause she’s more scared than you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Jenny and I we so concerned about protecting her, comforting her, and here she was, trying to do the same for Jen. I didn’t see it but I heard Jenny kiss the girl’s head. We drifted to sleep that night, holding hands on Sarah’s back.

The End