Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Honey West

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

“Really?… Really!?” Loni asked with widening eyes, “Are you serious?! Are you telling me the truth?”

I hesitated, then nodded. I was waiting for either a negative or positive reaction but her expression was of an amazement that didn’t go either way. I dreaded the negative but expected it.

I had just told her what my hidden desires were. The same fantasies I once told my husband years ago. Not the kind of fantasy you tell to spice up your flagging sex life when your relationship was going sour, but the one that might make him leave you. He left. (In all fairness, I knew our marriage was at the cliff’s edge. I expected this to push us over.)

Since my divorce, I have led a quiet and satisfying lesbian lifestyle (which, by the way, was not ‘the Fantasy’) consisting of dating, one-night stands and no long-term relationships. Until I met Loni and found myself falling in love with her.

Rather than waiting a number of years to have my heart broken again I decided to risk it now. I told her I was a pedophile.

“Wow,” she whispered. Then her face broke into a grin. “This is great!! I mean it, Amy! Me too!”

She jumped and hugged me and mashed our breasts together gleefully. We had just earlier had incredible sex at my apartment and were lazing in bed as she stroked my clean smooth-shaven pussy. “Just like a little girl’s,” she’d purred, and that led up to my confession. I had already fallen in love with her, could I possibly be even luckier?

Loni was beautiful. At 23 she looked like an 18-year-old surfer girl with long blond hair and a runner’s body. She had breasts that were full and firm but perfectly proportioned to her body. She was stunning. I had seen both men and women walk into each other as they eyed her strolling through the mall.

I, on the other hand, at 36, am a little less glamorous. A half a head shorter than Loni, I was a touch stockier (but with no flab, mind you), and though my boobs were not as round, they stuck out further. With short dark hair, I felt a little like Velma next to Daphne in a Scooby Doo cartoon.

We’d met at a recital where I was writing a review for my newspaper. I spotted her and couldn’t believe she was without someone on her arm. We kept glancing at each other, flashed some signals and, before I knew it, she had asked for my phone number. Go figure.

That was three weeks ago and our time together had been ecstatic. We seemed to love the same music, the same food, loved to get high before making love and knew where each other’s buttons were in bed. She told me she had ‘the perfect job’ as a professional housesitter, which sounded quirky to me, but I didn’t care as long as I could suckle on her fleshy nipples and taste her fragrant ass.

She seemed so excited at finding a fellow ‘soulmate’ that I also had to confess that my adult fantasies were, indeed, just that: fantasies. Oh, I told her about my teenage years, when I babysat for families in my neighborhood. If my charges were infants or toddlers I would take liberties when it felt safe to do so. When I would look in on little sleeping Tommy I would unsnap his jumper and lick and suck on his little mushroom-button. Just feeling the firm little sausage in my mouth would get my pussy leaking. When changing tiny Cynthia’s diaper, I would bury my nose in her little slit and run my tongue around her bottom. But older children seemed risky and I was too timid to take risks. As an adult I would masturbate to websites that catered to me with loving images of little peters and hairless slits, but resigned myself to enjoying these desires alone.

“Not anymore!” Loni giggled. She had been playing with herself as I recounted my babysitting escapades. I asked about her experiences and she said, “Kinda like yours. Until last year.” With that she leapt up and announced she had to go. What? Is everything okay? I was still apprehensive.

“Everything’s perfect.” she said as she dressed. She pointed at her watch. “My day off is about over. Listen, do you trust me?” Sure, I said. “Okay, then. Remember where we first met? The symphony hall? Well, be there tomorrow at 6:45 sharp. I’ll have the tickets, alright?” With that she gave me a deep kiss and went out the door. “And wear that black dress!”

The next night I stood outside the symphony hall in the black evening dress that Loni said made her heart go bumpity-bump. People were filing into the main lobby, mostly couples, mostly dressed for the evening, hopefully all truly interested in excellent classical music. (I had heard this conductor before). The sun was settled behind the skyscrapers and the city lights were blinking on in anticipation of dusk.

I began to wonder if I was going to be stood up when I noticed a limousine pull up behind the cabs on the avenue. The chauffeur opened the door, and out popped Loni in that gorgeous red dress I loved. And if that wasn’t enough of a shock, imagine how I felt when two young girls exited the limo after her! From a distance one looked to be about fourteen or fifteen, and the other was moppet-sized, maybe six or seven years old.

Suddenly everything seemed unreal. Could I even imagine that she somehow -— no, this was too much to dream about. Loni seemed to be giving instructions to the driver as I neared them and I now realized the children were Asian. My god, beautifully Asian!

They watched me approach and looked at each other and smiled. They were both dressed in elegant white evening dresses and jewelry, looking like miniature adults in a cute way. Their long, black, perfectly straight hair framed lovely oval faces made of soft milky skin punctuated by small lips, almost non-existent noses and those sharp lidless eyes. Whoo! I felt dizzy staring at them. They both giggled and I knew then I had been gaping at the whole situation.

“Close your mouth, girl,“ Loni laughed, “You’re supposed to be a cosmopolitan.”

“Are you kidding? Limos, chauffeurs, and… and these guys?”

Loni turned to them. “Girls, this is my friend Amy that I told you about. Amy, meet Keiko (the older one bowed slightly) and Tamiko (who curtsied). They are my charges.” She turned and nodded to the driver who then drove off.

I gave a confused little finger wave to the girls. They, in turn, seemed to be sizing me up. I couldn’t help but notice little Tamiko’s lady-like handbag. That must be where she keeps her Skittles, I thought.

“Time to go in, ladies,” Loni chirped. She was enjoying my befuddlement. “Amy, take Keiko’s hand, please.” The girl slid her soft hand into mine and held it with firm lightness. As we entered I felt warm acceptance from her, though we had only just met. Little Tamiko held herself proudly as we walked down the aisle to our seats, drawing smiles at her grown-up posture. She was adorable.

We sat with the children between us, which made questioning Loni impossible and therefore frustrating. The orchestra stopped tuning up and the hall became silent.

Somewhere around the Brandenburg Concerto No. 3, I heard a smacking sound and Tamiko looked at me a little guiltily; it was not Skittles she had in her purse, but Starbursts.

When intermission came, Loni decided we should get dinner and the girls cheered.

As we walked down to well-lit boulevard, Loni opened up. “I told you I had the perfect job. I’m the nanny to these little minxes. Their parents like the way I teach them English and culture. They’re wealthy, to put it mildly, and they even supply me with live-in quarters.”

I was impressed. I saw that Keiko had taken my hand again as we walked. “Why did you tell me you were just a housesitter?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. I guess because I would have wanted to tell you other things too, y’know, like you told me.”

As her words caught up with me I saw Keiko give me a sly young-Lauren-Bacall look and I spun my face to Loni’s. “You mean–?” I mouthed silently.

She nodded. The girls were looking ahead as we walked, but were grinning. Before I could comment, Lisa volunteered, “Keiko is fourteen and that will change in, what, two months, Keiko? And the little rat is… How old are you, Tamiko?”

“I’m seven!” the child said proudly, “and I’m not a rat.” I couldn’t help but notice her little butt pushing out her dress as she strode with a little hop.

“Is that your car, Amy? I told the chauffeur that you’d drive us home and to take the night off. Kids, let’s go home and call in a pizza. How’s that sound?”

They gave a sly ‘Yeaahh,’ to that, and I could sense they weren’t cheering for the pizza.

My mind was spinning as we arrived in an exclusive neighborhood. It was a mansion! Loni punched in a security code, the gates opened and we drove up along driveway. When we got inside the kids ran for the phone to call in the chow.

I took this moment to corner Loni. “What’s going on,” I hissed, “are you serious? We could get in trouble. I mean, yesterday I tell you something and today—“

Loni put her hand on my mouth and then kissed me. “Listen, it’s the perfect job. The old man owns corporations; electronics, computers, stuff like that. They’re constantly flying to the East and Europe and New York. They’re gone for the weekend. Relax.”

“And the kids? I mean, have you–?”

“Oh, yeah,” She smiled, “We started playing games months ago. They like it. They know it’s naughty and that’s why they like it.” She brought her mouth to my ear and whispered, “And they’re delicious.”

Tamiko changed into pants and a shirt while dinner was arriving. Keiko wanted to stay in her evening dress like the grown-ups. I couldn’t eat much, I was nervous. This lifelong fantasy had always seemed unattainable and now this seven-year-old child was grinching her face at me as she ate. It looked like I could fit my hands over her teeny little ass, she was so petite.

Keiko and Loni left for a bit, and Loni returned telling me I was wanted upstairs.

When I entered her large bedroom, Keiko handed me a half-smoked joint and I inhaled, quickly feeling a buzz. She stepped forward and put her hand on my cheek. “Loni says you are nervous. I wish you did not feel so.”

I smiled at this beautiful Japanese treasure and felt my body warm at her touch. I looked at her dress and saw her young mounds rising up and down. Her skin had that flawless look that youth was blessed with. Her facial features were diminutive; small nose, small mouth. I stroked back her hair to reveal the most delicate of ears. I wanted to suckle her lobes. My eyes went back to that childlike mouth that wanted to be kissed.

I kissed her gently. Her lips were soft and feathery. I backed away slightly, our mouths hovering within a touch, our breaths doing the connecting. I touched her lips again feeling her tongue lightly running across the fullness of my flesh. She moaned when my tongue responded.

Loni and the child made loud stomps as they came up the stairs. “We’re coming uuppp!” they bellowed. We broke our kiss. Keiko staggered back, saw that she still had a roach in her hand and stuffed it into a jewelry box before the other two entered.

“You okay?” Loni asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled, feeling my heart start to pound and my nipples stiffen when Tamiko looked at me mischievously. Holy cow, we’re really gonna do this. “So, how does this work?”

“Well, Tamiko and I just did the security check. Doors are locked, alarm system on, the help has the night off, the kids are staying with me tonight and we’ve got the place to ourselves. Sooo…”

As if on cue, the kids took me by the hands and led me down a hallway to what turned out to be Loni’s room. My god, it was bigger than my apartment! Loni smiled sheepishly as I gawked at the beautiful furniture; a large king-size bed, desk, reading chair, bookcases… How silly, I marveled, that she would ever stay in my dinky (or so it seemed then) place. “Your place is beautiful,” she said, “it has your touch.”

As I marveled at the luxury bathroom, the girls turned on lamps that gave off light like candles. Soon the place was awash in a warm glow that filled the room with ambient light. Loni was sitting back in her reading chair, fully enjoying my growing delight. The children, having set the mood, ran to either side of her chair and beckoned me to them.

I drifted down to Loni’s knees as if in a trance. True, I had a pretty good buzz going, but I knew it was the next move that had me reeling.

Loni sensed this and said, ”Girls, watch this.” And she kissed me. A long sensuous kiss that caught me inadvertently moaning. She broke the kiss gently and turned to Tamiko, who brought her face close. The child’s features, so much smaller than Keiko’s, contrasted with Loni’s sharply. The woman’s California complexion with its hint of freckles against the child’s alabaster-smooth skin. The blond hair against midnight black. The rich full lips against the baby-angel mouth. She touched those little lips with her full ones and they melded together.

They kissed for but a moment, and Loni looked at me with starry eyes and asked Keiko to undress her sister. The older girl took Tamiko by the hand and led her to a space between the women and the bed. Keiko bent over and kissed her sister and I saw her tongue slip in and out of the little one’s mouth.

I watched enraptured as Loni stroked my hair. “Do you believe me now when I say the night is yours? We are yours. Enjoy us.”

Keiko, still in her evening dress, was running her hands all over the child’s body through her clothes. Tamiko was smiling with pleasure as her sister caressed and massaged her arms and chest, then down to her crotch where she gave a gentle squeeze of her pussy.

She pulled Tamiko’s shirt over her head and revealed a beautiful little boyish chest, capped with two faint pink circles. “Stop!” I heard myself say, “Let me finish.”

When I stood up, I heard the zipper on my dress go down and Loni slipped it off me effortlessly. I knelt down to the seven-year-old and touched her body. At this moment any reservations I had vanished. I kissed her little mouth and she kissed me back.

My pussy was giving off a fragrant perfume that enveloped us as I licked her almost invisible nipple. I felt Keiko undo my bra and her arms slipped around and felt the weight of my boobs fall into her small hands. Her fingers found my nipples and kneaded them into little logs.

I looked at Loni to see her in her chair, wonderfully naked and stroking her blonde bush. Her feverish eyes told me that anything I did would be for her enjoyment also. I pushed my hand past the elastic band of Tamiko’s pants and touched her soft cotton panties. Her little butt felt so good in my grasp!

With one arm around her back and the other gripping her buttocks, I lifted her weightless torso and set her on the bed. The little imp was giggling and touching her nipples for me.

I turned to Keiko, not wanting to be unappreciative of her attention. “Please,” she smiled with a dreamy look in her slitted eyes, “my sister, first. I too like to watch.” She turned her back. “If you please.” I unzipped her dress and marveled at her fine demeanor when horny.

Loni jumped on the bed with Keiko and pulled her panties off. Her wispy black pubic hair barely covered a puffy slit and her small boobs had that unblemished perfection that came with being fourteen. She and Loni cuddled together against the headboard and began caressing each other.

I felt envious. I hated the dilemma of being distracted by two desires, but a gentle nudge of Tamiko’s foot reminded me that she was here first. Her oriental eyes sparkled at me and her moppet body humped tantalizingly. Lying on her back, her stomach rose a little higher than her soft chest, her black hair spread out around her head like a fan. My god, I thought, I actually have this little schoolgirl for myself!

Thrills rushed through me as I pulled off her pants and gazed at her white panties, Tamiko’s pussy mound contoured through the crotch of her underwear. I brought my nose down and rubbed it around the fleshy bump and felt her moisture seeping through the threads and into my skin.

That did it. I tore the cotton fabric off and heatedly inspected her slit, holding her little legs up and out which caused the lips to part slightly. She had her own tantalizing perfume that I just had to breathe in and soon I began running my tongue throughout her little crevice, savoring the minute flavors and textures. I could have happily died then and there.

Keeping my mouth glued to her slit and pushing my tongue into the little hole, I looked up to see the child rolling her head around and grasping the bedsheets on both sides. Could she come at this age? I looked questioningly at Loni, who was rolling her fingers around her cunt and tweaking Keiko’s right nipple. They had a leg crossed over each other and were decadently watching me as they masturbated.

“I don’t think she’s had a real orgasm, yet.” Loni panted, “but she loves to keep wet and horny and does these little shakes.” I wasn’t sure, but she was flooding my mouth with tangy nectar and her little body was twitching.

I heard the cries of an impending orgasm and realized it was Loni. I saw that as she began to come Keiko did too, staring intently at me, her lip curled back and her eyes followed. Tamiko kept her eyes closed and cheered as she heard her sister wail. Her little bare pussy seemed to gush in my face. I kept drinking it up.

When I came up for air the child bent up and kissed me, licking her juices off my wet chin. I couldn’t believe this angelic Eastern cherub was causing my pussy to literally drip through the panties I was still wearing. Her soft little hands held my face to look at hers and she impishly asked, “My button?”

“Your button?” I asked back. I looked at Loni.

“I told her how fond you are of ‘buttons,’” she chuckled.

Ah. Loni and I often delighted each other in bed with an agreement that the anus was an electrically erogenous zone, and I loved to make her hit the ceiling with my tongue.

Tamiko squealed in delight as I flipped her over and feasted my eyes on her plump midget globes. I felt the pure satiny softness of her cheeks and wondered if I might be drooling. I parted her cheeks and saw her little pink wrinkled button wink at me.

I looked at Loni and silently mouthed “I love you,” and she grinned.

I brought my nose into Tamiko’s crack and made a razzing noise that caused the child to wiggle and squeal. As if impatient, she brought her knees in and raised her ass in the air, obscenely displaying her charms to me. Her tiny asshole gaped a little, her pussy slit separating.

I heard Loni whisper to Keiko, and the teenager hopped off the bed. I then felt my panties being drawn down and now, with my ass in the air, little hands held my cheeks apart.

As I continued to gaze at my angel’s ‘button’ I knew that Keiko was examining mine. When I put my tongue to it, I felt her lips on mine. I began to lick the rim and held the girl down, she was so goosey. As I ran my tongue around her hole, gradually loosening its tightness, Keiko surprised me by making her tongue blunt and wet. When it pushed at my hole the sudden lave of moisture caused me to moan into Tamiko’s ass.

Keiko then pointed the oral muscle and began pistoning it in and out, wiggling it about as she did this. That, and the two fingers she slipped into my pussy, pretty much did it for me.

I shoved my tongue surprisingly deep into the youngster’s hole and when she gripped it with her sphincter muscle I came. Boy, did I come. I was actually screaming into Tamiko’s button and had to fight the urge to bite into her cheek. I came so well I started chuckling uncontrollably as I subsided (when was the last time that happened?).

I realized I had my hand on the back of Keiko’s head and must have been grinding her face into my backside. Poor dear. I fell to the thick soft rug, still chuckling and gasping for air, and the girls scrambled to me and started to play with my nipples.

“Girls. Girls!” Loni clapped, “She needs a break! Take ten and get us some sodas.” Tamiko gave me a loving smooch and scampered to the kitchen. I grabbed Keiko’s hand, pulled her to me, and thanked her with a deep kiss. “You’re next,” I said dreamily. She beamed and went downstairs.

Loni cuddled next me and we kissed tenderly. I told her I’d found my soulmate in her. She said she’d already knew that when she first saw me.

When the kids bounded back into the room I thought, Lord, what energy! Will I be able to survive the night?

“Tell me I wasn’t lying,” Loni grinned, “Is this the perfect job or what?”

By Tanya Writer

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

Part 1

I am writing this in my notebook because my parents took my computer. It is the story of me and Jenny.

My name is Sandra and we lived in our house as long as I can remember. My parents say that we lived in an apartment when I was born and we lived there until I was about two. I don’t remember it, but I’ve seen photos of it so it must be true. We had a three bedroom one bathroom house, in an older neighborhood, but it was a good one.

I have one bedroom, my parents have one, the other is my brother’s, Jerry. Jerry is six years older than me and was OK as brothers go. But he and I didn’t do much with each other. In fact, we never even went to the same school at the same time.

When I was five, I started kindergarten. I was only a couple of weeks into my schooling when Jenny’s family moved in next door to us. She was four, but despite the one year age difference we became fast friends.

Jenny had a baby sister, named Barbara, but everyone called her Barbie, so she was Jenny’s Barbie. Jenny usually hung out at my house to get away from her crying and because her mom was always busy with the baby. Jenny looked on my mom as a kind of extra mom.

Jenny and I were together all the time. Because I was a grade ahead of her in school, I knew all the stuff she needed to know for the tests and I would tell her. We would share everything and we went everywhere together. I helped her learn how to ride a bike so she could go bike riding with me. My dad taught me to swim so I taught Jenny.

That is what we would do all summer, ride our bikes and swim all the time. We could do that in the nice weather in Southern California. We would sleep outside in a tent in my back yard. She would even go with us on vacations. It was almost like having a sister. She had a real one, but she and Barbie don’t do things like we did.

When I was in the fifth grade and 10 years old, we played a game of soccer at school. We had one match that was really hard where I don’t think I ever had done so much running before. Boy, my legs were tired when I got home. Mom said a nice hot bath would be just the thing I needed. I could soak in there and have the muscles relax and I would feel better.

It did feel nice I felt really relaxed. I messing around and I would pour water over myself. If the water poured over my pussy, I would get a little twinge of a good feeling. Eventually I was laying back in the tub and poring the water over myself time and again, but especially my pussy. I would lay back and raise up my hips and took a cup and filled it with water and filled it water and poured it out over the top of my pussy. I did it many times. Sometime is was just a little at a time in a constant stream then I would do it in a big dump all the water at once. It felt different which each different way that I did it. But one thing was certain that it felt good no matter what way I did it.

A few days later I was in the shower. I was washing and I was making sure I was clean. I rubbed across my pussy. Oohh! What was that? It gave me a bit of the electric jolt I never got before. It was a good feeling. I got it without the water pouring on it.

I touched myself there again and it happened again. It was a good feeling. I could get that feeling just by running my hand over what my mom called my vulva. (But the other girls at school said it was a pussy.) I ran my hand over there a lot. I found the best ways to touch it and just where it felt best. I spread my legs and tried to look down there to see just what was down there, but it was too hard to see. After I got out of the shower I got a hand mirror and sat on my bed. I tried to look at myself again but I couldn’t see much.

A few days later I was in the shower, and I tried touching my pussy again. It felt good to touch myself there. But mom came into the bathroom and I knew that I needed to be quick. I got my hands loaded with soap and washed. OMG! It felt even better when my hand was slippery with the soap! I would get a tingling feeling in my belly and lower down. It was even better than just dumping water on myself or rubbing without the soap.

I can tell you I must have been the cleanest girl in my class because now I loved to spend time in the shower. I was going through so much soap because I loved to cover myself in the lather and rub it all over my body, but especially in that special place between my legs.

We had a shower head in the bathroom that had various settings. I don’t know who it was who changed the setting on the shower head. They had turned it to the massage setting. I took it down from the holder to change it back to the regular setting. But as I held it, the pulsating warm water, began to spray on my pussy. OMG! It could happen from that too! I spread my legs and pointed it up there. I can’t tell you how good it felt to have that warm water pulsing up at me.

I would get it hot but not hot enough to be painful and I would hold it so it pulsed on me. First on my whole pussy, but mostly the lips. Then I figured out how to open my lips there, I would get them open and direct the spray on to my the bump I had near the top. (I found out later that was my clitoris.) I would only do that for a bit. Then I would go down to the mouth of my vagina I tried to see if I could get any water up inside of me. But that water pouring over me caused such feelings. But I didn’t let it end there I went back up to my clit and only was it pulsing but I would move the stream around back and forth on it. That seemed to give it more of a pulse effect.

This is so cool it was a great tingly feeling in my belly and lower when I used the shower massager or just rubbed myself with a nice and soapy hand. And even better with both, It seemed like the more I did it the more the feelings grew they would get stronger and better. It seemed like things would grow like it was coming to something, but it never made it all the way to wherever it was going.

I found that I didn’t have to do it only in the shower. If I rubbed myself through my nylon panties I could get the same feelings, (it had to be the nylon one, the cotton ones didn’t do it like that). I also discovered that if I put my pillow down on the bed and got my pussy over it, I could rub myself on it and I could get the feelings there too. I found next to the shower massager the best way to do it was to rub my hand over my lips in my bed. I would lay in my bed on my back and pull my PJ bottoms down and rub myself.

I would start by just rubbing the outside, sometime more like a tickling, just using my finger tips. It was a nice beginning. I would began to more the palm of my hand to cover the whole area. It would be slow at first, but building to going faster. I would switch sometime after that to one finger going up and down the crease between the two half of my hairless little peach. I might finish off with one finger on that bump and the other hand around the bottom of pussy, where this hole it, below where my pee came out.

I was doing it one time and that tingly feeling was coming good; I was in bed when I suppose to be asleep. I had my PJ bottoms off and I was rubbing myself it kept getting better and better as I touched myself. Sometimes my fingers would rub over the special place in the middle near the top, the bump. I started concentrating on that. The feelings grew faster and to a bigger tingle, so that I was almost shaking. Something happened that time, I don’t know what it was! It seemed like my head went off and I was seeing stars. My head was dizzy and there were fireworks going off. Wow that was great! I felt so good after that so alive. It was best feeling yet!

I was best friends with Jenny, but I didn’t tell her about this. It was too personal, and it was naughty. They told us at school not to let people touch us there, it was bad touching. We should tell if anyone tried to touch us there. My mom told me not to touch myself there either. So I didn’t tell Jenny. But I found that more I did it the easier it was to get those fireworks, and I loved those fireworks. I was harder to go without them. I wanted them more and more.

I tried to look things up in the library about this thing, but it was hard to find. I couldn’t find anything at the school library. I tried the public library. I would ride my bike over and try to see what I could find. But I couldn’t tell anyone what I was looking for. I did eventually learn that this was a form of sex, called masturbation. Wow, I didn’t know that this was sex. I thought sex was suppose to be with a boy. But I didn’t think of a boy when I did it. If I did think of anybody I sometimes would see Jenny’s naked body when I did it. Maybe it was because she was the only other person that I would see naked.

 

Part 2

I started sixth grade and was in middle school but Jenny was still in the elementary school I went to. Even though we didn’t go to the same school that year, we tried to spend more time together, just because of that. That would mean Friday and Saturday nights having a sleepover. She would hardly go home over the weekends. My mom would say we must be joined together at the hips.

Being in the middle school meant I had more homework, and since I was also playing soccer I was so busy during the week that I would be extremely tired at night. Even so, I wanted to get those fireworks so much that I would pull off my PJ bottoms and rub but sometimes I would fall asleep before I got there. One nice thing for me was after soccer practice we could use the showers. I would take a shower and some of the other girls would too. I got to see them naked. I like that. I really liked seeing them naked and I thought it kind of naughty that they got to see me naked too.

I didn’t have anything on my top or bottom, but some girls had their boobies coming in. One girl, Kim, was huge, I swear. I heard her telling one of the other girls she wore a B cup bra, wow! All the boys called her “Bubbles”. She had a fair amount of hair on her pussy and everything. Most of the girls had a lot less than Kim, but some of the girls wore real bras although some had training bras. Then there we girls like me, who didn’t have anything. Boys would call us a carpenter’s dream; flat as a board and easy to nail. Well, I thought, no boy was going to nail me, even if I was flat! Most of the girls didn’t have any hair yet and I could see their little peaches, and I liked looking at them. But I had to be careful! I wouldn’t want to be caught looking much at another girl like that. But I did like to look and I liked it a lot.

One Friday night I was needing to have the fireworks so much. But Jenny was sleeping over. She was right in the bed with me. But I needed to get the fireworks. I checked her, and saw that she was sleeping. If I was quiet, I could get them and she wouldn’t know. I at looked her again she was facing the other way and I was sure she was asleep. Carefully I lowered my bottoms. I licked my hand to get it wet, (it works best that way). I started just rubbing the outside. The books say that it is called the labia. I would rub them for a while then when I started to get a warm feeling there, I knew it was time that I could touch that place, I called it my magic button.

I was starting to feel good. I was warmed up enough to touch my button and began to take off for the fireworks. But I guess when I do that it causes the bed to shake. I didn’t know that. While I was very much into it with my knees doubled up and legs open so I could get at myself better. My bottoms were around may ankles. Just the sheet was over me.

Jenny turned over and looked at me, and said, “Are you shaking the bed?” She took a long look at me as I lowered my legs and closed them up. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Yeah you were.”

Her leg bumped against mine. Jenny wore a nightgown and her legs were bare. She could feel my bare leg. (I know because I felt her leg too.) She knew that I had PJ bottoms on when we went to bed.

She then reached out and touched my leg. She said, “What did you do with you bottoms? You didn’t wet them did you?”

“No of course I don’t wet the bed and you know that!” I pulled them up. But it was too late I was busted and I knew it, but maybe I could bluff my way out of it.

She reached out and touched my leg again, and my PJ’s were up. She said, “You had your bottoms down and your legs spread! What were you doing that was making the bed shake?”

“You won’t tell anyone?” I asked fearfully.

She looked straight at me. “You know that I won’t! I always keep our secrets.”

“I was touching myself,” I admitted.

“Touching? Where?”

“On my pussy,” I said blushing.

“Why?” Jenny was very curious.

“Because it feels good!” said I with feeling.

She cocked her head and looked closer at me. “How do you mean?”

“If I touch it enough in the right way I get a great feeling.”

“How does it feel?” she asked again.

“Oh it’s great! It starts like butterflies in my tummy and it grows until it is all over my pussy. It’s a warm tingly feeling that keeps growing bigger and stronger. It can get so big that it makes my head all dizzy and can make it feel like there are fireworks going off behind my eyes.” I think my eyes rolled back in my head as I thought about the feelings.

“All that is good feelings?” Jenny again wondered.

“Yeah! The best! You won’t tell anyone I was doing that, it’s kinda naughty,” I said.

“Of course I am not telling!” she said with finality. “But can others do it too?”

“Anybody can do it,” I assured her.

“Even me?” she asked wonderingly. “Would you show me how to do it?”

Eagerly I said, “You want to see me do it?”

“Yeah, I want to know how to do it too, since you said you feel so good,” Jenny exclaimed.

I got up and locked my door, and turned on the night light in my room. I was kinda embarrassed that I had to pull down my bottoms. Jenny had seen me naked before lots of times, but we never looked at each other closely like we were here. I spread my naked legs for her to see. Jenny was sitting right next to me looking intently at me. She glanced from my face down to my pussy. I wet my hand again and started rubbing the outside of my peach again. I got hot faster than I usually did probably because of the extra attention. Jenny watched intently when I started pushing my button. From that point I closed my eyes and was rubbing I even put my finger down by my pussy hole. That felt great! I climaxed sooner and with more explosions than ever! It was also so naughty for Jenny to be watching me and I think that made even better.

I didn’t know what I was doing besides what my hands and fingers were doing. I could only concentrate on my pussy. When I was done I just lay there for a bit. When I opened my eyes Jenny was still sitting there with her mouth open in total surprise and shock, at what I had done and how I had reacted to it.

“It looked like it felt good,” she asked. “Was it?”

“Oh it was the best! I never had one like that before! I think it was the best one I ever had,” I said dreamily.

“What did it feel like?”

“It is hard to describe, kinda like your whole body is gonna blow up and there are fireworks going off in your head. But that sounds horrible but really it is a great feeling,” I continued. “But that is the best I can do since it’s something you have to feel for yourself.”

“Can you show me how to do that?” Jenny wondered.

“OK, but you’re gonna have to pull up your nightgown and pull down your panties,” I instructed.

Now I was looking fondly at her naked pussy. She didn’t have any hair on hers either. In fact I guess it looked a lot like mine since we’re only a year apart. Hers was a slightly raised area between her legs with a slit down the middle of a couple of slightly plump lips area on either side. Since they were closed, I couldn’t see inside her pussy. All I could see was the outer lips and a little of the bump she had in the middle near the top.

I asked her to spread her legs and double up her knees. Then I had her spit on her hand and told her to rub her lips. She complied and took her wet fingers and slowly started doing it. I had her rub across the lips a while and I could see the lips of her pussy turn a darker color and get fuller. She had what looked like a U shaped area that came down from her lower body. There wasn’t too much of a mound but looked like it was kind of a flat extension to her lower body. Her lips didn’t look as large as mine, but she did have a clitoris that seemed to stick up out of her lips a lot more than mine did. I couldn’t see her inner lips.

I didn’t say anything to her, as I didn’t want to break her concentration. But looking at her cute pussy so much, I was starting to get that itching in my pussy that usually means that I want to play with myself. So I took off my PJ’s tops and bottoms and it felt so delightfully naughty to be naked with her on the bed.

As I watched her I noticed that her clitoris was growing like it was standing up. I told her to touch it. I would rub my own clitty up and down with one finger, so I told her to do too. Then I had her use her other hand to rub around the pussy hole and watched as her face got flushed. She was doing it a while.

She laid back saying the feeling was good. She got all tingly and she liked it. But she didn’t get any fireworks. I told her that I didn’t get it the first time either that it took several months of doing before I had my first one.

“How long have you been doing this?”

I said blushing, “Almost a year.”

“And you didn’t tell me? Why didn’t you? ” Jenny sounded upset. “Sandy, I thought we were best friends, I tell you everything.”

“Oh Jenny, I promise I won’t keep secrets from you anymore. Do you want with go me to the library tomorrow?”

“Why?” Jenny wondered.

“I’ll show you some books I found.”

“You didn’t tell me about other stuff too?” she asked.

“Sorry, but I will show you everything, I promise,” I assured her.

I told her to take off her nightgown. She asked why and I told her it would be fun to sleep naked together and that sometimes I did that. It is kinda fun thing, and a bit naughty thing to do after I touch myself. So she pulled gown over her head and left her panties off. It was nice to get a look at her naked. She was flat on top like me. Her areolas were the size of nickels which about the size mine were, but hers were a lighter pink in color then mine. Maybe that was because she’s blonde and I have dark brown hair.

In the morning we rode our bikes to the library. I took her into the back stacks and showed her the books. We took a couple of them to a table and looked at them. But while we looked at some drawings of girls we got a little loud and the librarian shushed us. Then Jenny did what I never had the courage to do. She got out her library card and checked out the books.

We rode back to my house and went to my room. We laid on my bed reading the books. One books showed all the parts of girls and boys. We looked at the parts of the boys. We agreed that boys looked funny and not very interesting. I guess the only thing that boys could do that we couldn’t was to pee standing up. Not much of an achievement, we thought, giggling.

When we looked at the parts of a girl, we couldn’t see as well as we wanted. I offered to take my panties and let Jenny have a close up look. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs and held the book up on my tummy so Jenny could see the book and look at my parts. She reached out and gently opened my lips and looked inside. I had to bite my lower lip because her fingers on me there felt so good. She found all the places labeled in the book.

Then it was my turn, Jenny took her panties off, laid back and held up the book for me. This was so cool, I thought as I opened her lips and looked into her hairless little pussy. It felt so good to touch her like that my hands were shaking. Her legs were kinda skinny, but they felt nice and soft. I was glad to see the parts but I think I liked touching her more to open her up than comparing her to the book. Nonetheless, I made a point of calling out the name of something and then touching it on Jenny. I touched the upper parts of her thighs which I enjoyed, and I could tell she liked it too. But since we were supposed to be looking at the parts of a girl in the book, I couldn’t do it very long.

We read the books about things they called masturbation, about how girls could do it, and how boys did it. Also they told us about sex. It sounded disgusting to me and Jenny thought so too. I never wanted a boy shoving his thing up inside me. I showed Jenny how I would get on my pillow and rub against it and she wanted to do it too. I took my pillow but I was being funny and threw my big teddy bear at her to use. She decided it would be funny to rub against her. My teddy bear’s name was Terri, or you could say she was a Terri bear, so I was rubbing my pillow and she was doing it with Terri.

That night I told my mom that we wanted to take our showers early and go to bed. She just lifted her eyebrow in that way when she is wondering something. We went in the bathroom together because I wanted to show her how to use the shower massager. I stripped and then I began to give myself that special massage. It was hard to do that with the shower door open so Jenny could see and not get water all over the floor. It felt good, but I didn’t have the fireworks. I let Jenny have a turn. I watched her and helped her to do it the best way that worked for me. She said it was good, but she was disappointed there was no fireworks for her either.

We just wrapped towels around us and ran to my room. We brushed out our hair. Jenny’s is longer. Hers goes down almost her butt. My only goes down just past my shoulders. While we were doing that, mom knocked on the door and asked if we wanted some pink lemonade and we said yes. When she brought it back we were still naked and she asked if we going to be naked all night. We were giggling and I said yes. She laughed and said that we should not go out of my room, because my dad’s blood pressure couldn’t take two girls running around naked. We finished our drink after mom said good night and then just to be naughty we ran naked to the bathroom to pee before getting into bed. We thought it was naughty to watch the pee coming out between our naked pussy lips, which only served to start the tingles early for us both.

I locked my door and turned out the light and turned on my old nightlight. We talked about what it felt like in the shower and what different ways I had figured out. We also looked at the book for more ways to do it. We decided that we would do it at the same time. We laid down next to each other and began by wetting our rights hands with our spit. Then we started by going up and down on our labia. It was fun to watch her do that and I thought it was wicked that she was watching me doing it at the same time. I could feel that I was getting wetter down there more than just from my spit. It made things slippery. I could feel that my lips had gotten fatter, and I could see Jenny’s. They had gotten bigger and were kind of red like mine. I switched to rubbing on my button, going in circles over it. It was feeling real good. After a bit I forgot about Jenny. I was kinda in my own little world the only thing that I felt was my pussy against my hand and my button against my finger.

There was that buzzing in my ears, and my head was starting to spin. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I got the fireworks the feeling that is best in the world. They couldn’t get here soon enough, I thought. They didn’t disappoint me, they came and blew the top of my head off. This was a good one! I was moving all over my body shaking around and my head going back and forth. None of this I knew, I only knew it because Jenny told me.

When I came back to myself, Jenny was still doing it because she hadn’t got her good feeling yet. She did it a little longer. Then she quit. She said that she got a nice tingly feeling in her tummy and her pussy, but she hadn’t had the same kind of reactions that I had. I told her it would come. It had taken me some time before I got them, even now I didn’t always get them.

But she liked it enough that she would do it at home. She shared a room with her little sister, and when Barbie was a sleep she would do it. She said she had to be quiet when she did it to make sure she didn’t wake her sister.

We decided that it would be better at my house. Although we went to different schools because was a grade behind me, we would both hurry home to my house. My mom would let us go into my room. She didn’t bother us while we were in there, if we didn’t stay too long, so we would have to be fast. As soon as we got in we would take off our clothes and lay down on my bed, side by side and do it.

One nice thing about being in sixth grade that was different from last year: we took showers after physical ed class. I got to see the other girls naked. Even though I didn’t have anything on my top, I still got a secret naughty and hot feeling knowing the other girls could see me that way. And I really liked to see them naked too. It made me want to see a girl close up naked. I told Jenny once when we were naked that I wanted to look at her again. She laid back and spread her legs for me. I got to look at her close up, and I touched her exploring her parts. She liked that, she said. I was hoping that she would want to see me like that and touch me too, but she didn’t do it.

We laid down together and we masturbated. When we finished, I had an orgasm, but she hadn’t but she said she liked doing it better with me there. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I turned to her and asked if she wanted to try kissing. She agreed, and we spent the next 15 minutes learning how to kiss. We had seen it done on TV, and we had kissed our parents and stuff, but this was different, it was grown up kisses. Neither of us were very good at it but it felt so good to do it. Just kissing her gave me the start of the tingly feelings. We talked and she said she was getting them too when we kissed.

So the next time we got together, we decided that to make it more exciting we would kiss while we masturbated. We had to find a way to lay so that we could kiss while we could still rub our pussies without a problem of getting to them. That worked out great! I got hotter, faster and she said she did too. We tried it that way for a few more times.

I still was curious about naked girls. I could see them at school and I saw Jenny all the time naked. But I had the desire to touch one. We went into my room and we got naked and began to kiss while we touched ourselves. I stopped her and asked if she would like it if I did it for her. I told her that I would like it if she would touch me too. It was just as special as I thought it would be! It felt heavenly, not only the way she touched me but because I got to touch her as well. It didn’t take very long for her to bring me to an orgasm. It was an even higher one then I usually had. Maybe it was because it was Jenny who brought me off. The other thing was I loved touching her. She was so sexy. Even if was at school I got hot just thinking about being with her. I would get damp spots in my panties.

I had told Jenny about one of the girls I knew on the cheerleading squad, and that I thought that she was cute. Also when they did their cheers sometimes you could see up their skirts. We went to watch her at some of the games.

It was already December and we had been doing this since the beginning of the school year. We were suppose to have a computer for school work, and for Christmas my parents got me a little laptop. Jenny would come over and we would look around the internet. Dad didn’t put the usual parental controls on it. So we could go where ever we wanted.

One thing we looked up masturbation, now we could see it at home we wouldn’t have to check out books from the library. I had hear about girls who did stuff with other girls, they were called lesbians. Well that was me and Jenny. So we looked it up. OMG there were stories about them, and all kinds of information. There were even videos of girls together. They had different ways of rubbing each other. But also they were licking each other. We were floored by this. We had never thought of that.

Being that we had a couple of days left before Christmas vacation was over, Jenny slept over. We were going to try licking as our main technique.

I did it first. I liked getting down and touching her between her legs. It was even better to touch her with my tongue. I didn’t know if I would like the taste but found that I loved it. I was licking and Jenny was enjoying it. She grabbed my head and was holding it between her legs. She tried to wrap her legs around my body, trapping my body against hers.

Meanwhile I was exploring licking and sucking on her pussy. I would stick my tongue into her especially the entrance to her vagina. I tried to see if I could get my tongue into her pussy but I could up only so far and I reached something and she made a squeaking noise and jumped back a bit. I must have hit her hymen, which we had read about in the books. I moved up on her and began to lick her clit. But after a bit I changed to sucking on it with enthusiasm. I was able to get it in my mouth as it was standing like it was waving to me.

Then it happened, she had her first fireworks. She was moaning she was even calling out my name. When I could feel that she had come down from her climax. I got out from between her legs and laid beside her.

She said panting between words, “Wow that is fantastic! No wonder you like doing that! It was great!”

She kissed me, and then she licked her lips. She asked, “Is that me, that I can taste on you?”

“Yes, I think so,” I agreed, licking my lips as well.

“Then I taste good. Will you taste as good?”

“I don’t know but I would love to find out! So do you want to kiss my other lips for me?” I slid my legs apart as I lay back flat on the bed.

“Yeah let me get down there,” Jenny exclaimed as she moved into position.

She moved down between my legs, and that was the start of my trip to heaven.

She kissed my thighs all over. I told her, “Use your tongue, lick my legs.” It felt so good. The warm and wet with the roughness of her tongue was doing it for me. She licked up and down my lips as I reached down and held open the lips to allow her go in. The point of her tongue was tentative at first, but it felt great because it was light, like hit and run touches, that only made me want more.

“You taste yummy, girl,” Jenny said softly.

I pushed my pussy back into her mouth, which explained why she wrapped her legs around me earlier. She didn’t want me to get away. But I hadn’t any plans of going away and now I hoped she wasn’t planning of going away from there, ever.

I pulled her head up and she got the idea and began to lick my clit. I held her head in my hands and moved it back and forth side to side so she was rubbing and licking my clit like that. Then I would change and had her move her head up and down along my pussy slit. She wiggled her tongue against my clit trying to get up inside the hood. That was enough to get me off. I had the best fireworks ever! I had to push her away after a bit because I had become so sensitive.

We found that we needed to go back to about two times a week being together when school restarted. We would talk about girls in the neighborhood who we thought that were cute. We told what we would like to do with them. There wasn’t any jealousy between us if we played around with another girl But we never did it because we didn’t know any girls who were like us, and liked other girls.

It was on Valentine’s Day I got Jenny a little gift to go with a card. It was only a little charm bracelet, but she loved it. I told her that I loved her. She kissed me and told me she loved me too. She got me a set of hair clips and barrettes as well as ties for making ponytails. She also got me the cutest card, with lots of little hearts and she even got some lipstick and kissed it so it had the imprint of her lips.

Through the spring we would meet in my room after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Mom would know that she would be coming. She would have milk and cookies or some other snack ready for us when we got there. We would go to my room and lock the door and get naked. We would be eating each other. We would also watch some lesbian videos on the internet. It would give us ideas about what we could do together.

We would kiss on the lips but I began to touch her areolas she didn’t have very much and I would kiss them to make things sexier. I licked them with the flat of my tongue on her chest then I would wiggle my tongue on her little nipples. I was a bit surprised her areolas got a bit smaller and the nipples began to rise up off her chest. Her face flushed and I think once she got an orgasm just from what I was doing to her chest.

I had her do the same things to me. If she felt half of what I felt when she did it to me, then it must have been great. I could feel that there seemed to be a direct connection, between my boobies and cunt. It seemed like she would suck on my nipples and it was like an electric wire down to my pussy. It would get all hot like it was an electric filament from a light bulb that glowed white hot.

Once I could feel like there was something leaking out my cunny. I knew that I would have to have her mouth down there soon and she didn’t disappoint me. I was going out of my mind with her tongue all over my lower, sensitive lips. Then she started to suck the juices out my hole. She was trying to get a better gasp on my hips, (what there were of them), her fingers grabbed my butt cheeks. One finger got right next to my butthole. I let out an ahh noise. Jenny realized where she was touching. She said. “Sorry,” and moved away.

I told her “Put your finger back there! That was great.” She was fingering my butthole, and I was wondering what it would be like if she put her finger inside it. That is when I could even think with what she was doing to me. It was driving me out of my head. Then it did happen and the top of my head blew off again. But that was what we were wanting to do, we wanted to blow our minds.

By the beginning of May, I was starting to get my boobies. They were just my areolas that were sticking out. I wasn’t ready for a bra but mom went out and some training bras. I was so proud of them. Jenny saw them and now she was jealous. Jenny had me go next door so Mrs. Murphy could see and had me show her showed her my training bra. Jenny told her that she wanted on too, but her mom said she didn’t need one and to prove it she had Jenny lift up her shirt. Jenny was still flat. She got embarrassed because just then Barbie walked in and wanted to know why Jenny was showing off her boobies.

My school was going to have tryouts for cheerleader we decided that we would try out for it. I would be in 7th grade next year and she would be in 6th. The 5th graders this year could try out for next year. I didn’t know about it before I started school this year.

When we would go to the games it was more to watch Sarah, the cheerleader. After the games we would talk with her and walk with her into the gym. We would talk to her, while she got undressed because we liked to watch her in the shower when she got naked. We would get that itchy feeling between our legs.

We wanted to be on the squad so we could have a practical reason to be naked with Sarah. Jenny and I practiced the routines they showed us that we should know and be able to do. But we got sweaty and have to have showers afterward. So we would take them together, which made for more interesting times in the shower.

We would get in the shower together. First was a shower to get the sweat off us, then came the good stuff. With the water just right, I would have her stand with her legs bent at the knees and bowed out. I had her use both hands to open her lips and I would direct the spray at different parts; sometimes her vagina other times her clit. I got be good at using the shower head in that I would change the stream. Sometimes it would be a hard concentrated small stream, then I would change it to a pulsing and would cover a bit bigger area. I used a finger my other hand I would put it right at the entrance to her pussy or sometimes up on her clit and rub either place. She wasn’t getting the orgasm that I was, but she got a good enough feeling that she would about be falling down.

 

Part 3

But it was Memorial Day Weekend that was when the trouble came. Jenny spent the night like she would normally do. We locked the door and we found a lesbian video on the internet. Then we had sex. It started out like we usually did I would do her first then she would do me. We kissed then we rubbed each other’s boobies, even if I was the only one with anything. I kissed her boobies first I loved those hot pink nickel sized things that would shrink up a bit when her nipples would start to rise off her chest. It was so cool that I could make her body do that.

Then I told her it was her turn to do my chest. She started to object, because I was suppose to go down and lick her pussy. But I told her that I had something in mind. She began to lick me and then suck me I wanted her to lick all around the place where my boobies would be when I finally get them. It was getting me hot, and I could smell and different. It seems that I got that when I was excited, and I sure was just then.

I had us get into the position we saw on the video recently I had her up on top of me with her butt over my face. Her head was down by my pussy. I was licking her all along her legs and the area around her hips. I planted lots of kisses in between the licks. I moved up to her lips and kissed along them. I was licking them and I was going inside with my tongue, to make little licks. I could taste her she was starting to make the juices that I make too. It wasn’t much as I think I make, but what she made it tasted sweet. I went after he vagina, I put my finger up against her cherry and was wiggling it. It made more of her juice come out. I was licking it up. I moved up and was sucking on her clit while I still wiggled my finger there. She was moving all over it was hard to stay on target with her clit.

Because she was all over the place she was having a hard time keeping on my clit. Her finger was around my vagina It felt like it was inviting her in too. I couldn’t tell all of what she was doing because I had a job to do with her. But what she was doing was great I was climbing up the mountain to my climax. I felt that after she had hers, she redoubled her efforts on my pussy. Her fingers were everywhere and so was her tongue. I don’t know how she could be sucking on my and licking me at the same time but that is what it felt like she was doing to me. It didn’t matter, as she gave me my orgasm.

We laid back drained but happy. We were talking about it. We both thought that the fingers around out vaginas was so good. I wanted to know what it would be like to have something up inside me. Jenny said that she would like to feel it too.

We decided that we would put a finger up each other. I told her, “If we do this we won’t be virgins anymore.”

She said, “I don’t want to be a virgin, I want you to be the person I give it to, I love you Sandy.”

“Oh Jenny! That’s so sweet!” I was beaming at her. “I want you to be my first girl as well! Will you take mine too?”

“Of course,” Jenny exclaimed. “How do we do this?”

“We can put a finger up inside each other,” I explained.

“OK but who goes first?”

“We can do it together.”

“OK,” Jenny agreed.

I began to kiss her and we got into it pretty good. I stopped and put my fingers into my mouth and got them wet and then she did the same. I went to masturbating her with my wetted fingers and she followed my lead. I stopped her and said “Let’s do it now!” Then I kissed her and pushed my fingers up into her. It was a good thing that we were kissing. It stung when she did it to me. It must have been the same with her, because she made a noise. But it was muffled by my mouth on hers.

OMG! I felt so good to have her fingers inside me. We moved them back and forth in each other. I found this rough spot on the top of her pussy just inside. I used one finger to rub on it while I was pushing the other two back and forth in her. She just keep using her three fingers to go in and out of me. For the first time we both had our orgasms at the time. It was even better because we were kissing at the same time.

When we came down from our climaxes, I could feel something wet on her and my fingers. I looked them there was blood on my fingers. Jenny looked at hers, and she had my blood on her fingers as well. We got up and unlocked the bedroom door and scampered over to the bathroom. We washed our fingers and saw some blood around our pussies. We washed them off and ran quietly back to bed.

It was morning and we woke up and we were feeling frisky and decided to have sex again.

We were in the middle of a sixty-nine position eating each other’s when my mom walked in to tell me I had a phone call. The first thing we heard was mom yelling “What the hell are you two doing?!”

Jenny looked up from my pussy with some of my wetness all over her mouth. I think it was pretty obvious about what we were doing. My naked pussy was open for the whole world to see. As Jenny sat up, it was obvious that she was naked too. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what I was doing to her.

Mom yelled, “Get dressed, and get out to the living room!” Then she called for my dad. She stood there was were getting out bed.

Mom cried, “You have blood in your bed!” Sure enough there are two small spots of blood on the sheet where we were laying when we broke each other’s cherry.

Jerry quickly was told to go somewhere, anywhere but he was to leave the house now! He is to take his cell they would call him when he could come home.

As we got dressed. I could hear her telling dad what we were doing.

Shit! We unlocked the door last night to go to the bathroom, but we didn’t lock it when we came back or this morning. We usually didn’t have sex again in the morning. If we did I would get up and lock the door first but I forgot to do it this morning. It had to be the morning that they were calling to tell me that I made the cheerleading squad. Otherwise mom never comes in my room in the morning. She always waits until we come out.

We got out to the living room. That is when mom told me about the call. But she said, “After what I say you doing Sandra, you’re not going to be on any cheerleading squad.”

My dad was on the phone to Jenny’s parents. It seemed they would be over in about a half second. Barbie was with them, but she was told to go and sit on the front porch and not go anywhere.

The guilty sat awaiting the execution. But first here would be an Inquisition as terrible as anyone could read about in a history book.

Mr. and Mrs. Murphy were over quickly. We sat there silent in our misery. Mom told them what she saw us doing. Mr. Murphy asked Jenny if this was true. She looked down with a blushed face, (that I saw out of the corner of my eye), and nodded.

Mrs. Murphy said, “What you were doing was a mortal sin! Jennifer you will be going to church and making confession to Father Patrick.”

“How long has this been going on?” my dad wanted to know.

“About a year,” I said.

“How can you two little girls know about this?” my mother asked.

“I read about it in the library and on the internet,” I admitted.

With that my dad went and got my computer, he opened it and demanded my password. After I gave it, she went into my history. Mr. Murphy was looking over his shoulder. They found the lesbian porn sites we had looked at, and they stories we had read. They started looking around and found the folder where we had downloaded the best lesbian videos.

“What do you have to say about all this Sandra?” he demanded.

“We love each other and we wanted to know how to make love together,” I sobbed.

Mrs. Murphy said, “Girls don’t love other girls like that! It’s unnatural! What you did is vile!”

My mom asked “Who started this?”

I didn’t get want Jenny to get in more trouble I told them, “It was my idea. Jenny didn’t know about any of this until I told her. I did it all I showed her the books and the websites.”

I could see my dad deleting everything on my computer.

Mrs. Murphy told Jenny to come home with them. That was the last time I ever saw her. I didn’t get to say good-bye let alone kiss her good-bye. She looked back at me with tears running down her face, but without making a sound. I could hardly keep my tears in either. It was hard to see as my eyes were all blurry.

Mom asked if I had gotten my period. I hadn’t, and she knew I didn’t have periods yet. She took me by arm into my room closed the door, and told me to pull down my panties. She had me sit on the edge of the bed. She spread my legs then my lips and looked up into my pussy. After a minute of looking she took a couple of fingers and put them into her mouth. She got them wet then she pushed them up into my pussy. They went into me pretty easy.

“Just as I thought, you went and ruined yourself. Did Jenny ruin herself too?”

I just couldn’t answer, I just cried.

I was grounded for a month. I was to come straight home after school. Just to be sure I did my mom would walk me home every day. Well, at least soccer was over for the year.

I had to tell the girls on the cheerleading team that I couldn’t be on the squad. I heard Jenny made it too; she had to refuse it too. Everyone at school wanted to know why I quit before even being on it. All I could do when they asked me that was cry. When that happened they left me alone.

After school I had to spend all the rest of the day after school in my room. I could only come out to eat or to go to the bathroom. They took everything away from me; no TV, radio, phone calls, no visitors, I was to do my homework without my computer. If I did have to use it for something, mom was right there looking at the computer. When I was done I had to give it back to them and they kept it.

I hadn’t hear anything about Jenny, other than she had to give up cheerleading too.

School ended and summer came. At the end of June my grounding was over. I could go outside. I heard later from Barbie said that Jenny had moved and was living with her Aunt Cathy and Uncle Fred, about 200 miles away. I saw a For Sale sign in the Murphy’s yard. I was told not to try and contact Jenny ever again.

But I love her and I know she loves me.

By Thom

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

“I can see your cunny,” the little girl said, her voice nearly giving me a heart attack. How had she crept up on me like that?

My heart was racing as I stood and fastened my pants. “Geez kid, you scared me to death. Where did you come from? Can’t you see I’m peeing? I mean, we’re in the middle of the woods here.”

The kid was maybe eight or ten at the most. I was taking a hike in a land preservation area in my neighborhood. It’s pretty isolated from the housing developments, so I was really surprised to see this little girl here. I come out here everyday to get away from my work. I write out of a home office and I usually need a break in the afternoon. In fact, I’ve not ever seen anyone here when I walk.

“I live right through there,” she said pointing off in a direction that looked like all woods to me. I certainly didn’t see any houses. “I come here to play after school. My parents are at work and there’s just my stupid babysitter who watches TV and kisses with her boyfriend. They just lie around and put their hands all over each other.” She paused. “You’re not supposed to let your cunny show when you’re outside, you know.”

“Well, I had to pee, so I couldn’t help it. And how do you know so much about cunnies, little girl?” I was incredulous at how cheeky this kid was, especially out in the woods by herself, and with a perfect stranger, with neither her babysitter or her parents knowing where she was.

She gave me a smirk. “Oh, I know a lot. My mommy lets me touch her cunny whenever I want.”

That took me by surprise. “She does?”

“Yes, we have a secret club. We have loaves of silence about it. It’s mostly secret, I think, so my daddy doesn’t find out. You won’t tell Daddy I told you about my secret club with Mommy, will you?”

My heart was racing. This cute little girl was exploring lesbian sex with her mother?

“It’s oaths of silence, honey, not loaves. An oath is something that you promise not to tell anyone. I won’t tell your daddy, I don’t even know your daddy… but if I ever meet him, I won’t mention what you told me for sure.”

“Thanks, lady. I wouldn’t want to break the secret rules of the club. Mommy wouldn’t let me touch her anymore.” She smiled shyly. “Mommy says we belong to a cunny club… and I saw yours just now. Do you belong to a cunny club?”

“Well, no… I don’t. So, tell me — just what is it that you and your mommy do in the club?”

“Well, she lets me touch her cunny with my fingers. An’ she lets me kiss it and lick it like an ice cream cone, especially the sweet spot — that’s what she calls it. That’s where it feels best.” She held up an imaginary ice cream cone and, sticking out her tongue, pretended to lick it. Then she giggled, blushing at her boldness. “Mommy does those things to me, too.”

I visualized an engorged clit and this little girl nursing on it… and my cunt started to tingle in my hiking shorts. I had to hear more. “What else?”

She giggled. “Mommy puts my cunny on top of hers and we rub them together. And we use our fingers on each other, too.”

“Fingers?”

“Sure, my fingers and Mommy’s fingers. Sometimes I put my fingers in my cunny while I’m kissing Mommy down there, or maybe she puts her fingers in my cunny or in my poop hole. It feels really good! Or she kisses my cunny, or even my bottom. Then every once in awhile I put my hand and most of my arm into Mommy’s cunny. She really likes that a lot and makes a lot of noise. We do all kinds of different things,  whatever we feel like when Daddy goes away for awhile. That’s when the club meets.”

“Oh, my. You are so lucky to be in the secret cunny club with your mommy,” I sighed heavily, putting on a sad face. “I don’t have anyone to be in a secret club with me, to do nice things like that with. I’d love to touch or kiss a pretty cunny like yours. I’ll bet yours tastes really nice, too.”

The child nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. “Well, I could show you a thing or two,” she finally said.

“You could, I mean you would? You’d do that for me? Gee I wouldn’t want to put you to any trouble. You have your mommy to think about. You wouldn’t want her to think you were breaking any club secrets or anything like that, would you?”

“Well, since you have a cunny, I think it would be alright for you to be in the club. You have to abide by the loaves of silence and not tell Daddy anything about it.”

“You would do that for me? Why would you want to let me join the secret club? You don’t even know me?”

“Because it feels really good to play with wee-wees and to have fingers in my cunny and I think you have a nice-looking cunny. It’s bare like my cunny and Mommy’s cunny. Not all cunnies are bare like that; some have a lot of hair.”

“Well, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than be in a secret club with you so you could play with my bare cunny and I could play with your bare cunny. How often do you come here to play?”

“Most days. I’ll try to be here tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be looking for you, sweetheart.”

*****

“Hey lady, did you come back to be in my club?”

I had put a fleece stadium blanket in a backpack and carried it with me when I went walking the next couple of afternoons, but the girl hadn’t shown up. But here she was like a vision out of a dream, standing in front of me today.

“Well, I’d like to be in your club if you’d still have me and show me all the neat stuff you learned from your mommy. Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you since we met the other day.”

“I was playing with my friend Lisa the last couple of days at her house because my stupid babysitter had something else to do. She’s back today. I know a place we can go where no one will see us playing.”

She grabbed my hand and led me off into the woods. We came upon a huge bush that was about 12 feet tall and probably the same in diameter. We went around back of it and there was a small opening. It was pretty easy for her to go through it. I had to get down on my hands and knees and crawl in. Once inside though I could stand up easily. It was hollowed out like a house. The foliage on the outside was so thick you could barely see light through it. If you were quiet, no one would know you were there.

“This is really neat. Is this where you come and play after school?”

“Yeah, I hang out here. I bring my dollies to play with usually but today I came looking for you.”

“Well, that’s sweet. I came looking for you too. What’s your name? I’m Paula.”

“My name is Rebecca… but you can call me Becky. I’m eight years old.”

My God… only eight. “Pleased to meet you, Becky,” I said, shaking her little hand. “What would you like to show me today what you and your mommy do when your secret club meets?”

“When Mommy and I began our club, we only did a few things that we are doing now. She said we need to get comfortable doing things, and that we shouldn’t rush into too much. So, I think we should start like Mommy and I did.”

“Okay, you lead the way. I brought a blanket thinking maybe we might want to lie down, I mean at some point.”

“Sure, that will be better than being on the ground. Let’s lie down and hug one another and just be close for awhile.”

“Great idea,” I said.

I spread out the blanket and lay down on my side. Becky lay down beside me and kind of snuggled into my arms. With her head roughly at my head level, her middle was about at my waist. I took a chance, reached down and put my palm firmly around her little bum. It felt great to hold it. She turned her head up toward my face and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. I responded in kind and she followed by pushing her tongue past my lips.

“You can push down my jeans and panties and play with my cunny today, if you like.”

“Oh, can I? I think I would like that.”

I unbuttoned her jeans and helped her slide them down to her knees, exposing her little cotton undies. I snaked my hand into the waistband and pushed them down as well. Her little mound was as perfect a pussy as I think I’d ever seen. Its hairless labia were tightly closed, just a fine line of a slit visibly separating them. I hesitated touching it.

“Go ahead, you can rub it on the outside and put a finger in if you like.”

I touched the top of the lips very gently with a couple of fingers and then moved my fingers from the top of the mound to the bottom of the mound a couple of times just touching the lips and not the crack. The phrase “soft as a baby’s bottom” came to mind, and I realized that was exactly what I was touching. I really wanted my mouth on it but I was going to play this her way so as not to scare her off.

Becky put her free hand on my breast. “Your titties are bigger than Mommy’s.”

“Would you like to touch them, honey?” I offered.

“Oh, yes, could I?”

“Sure thing sweetie.” I left off touching her for a second, pulled up my T-shirt and let her snake her hand underneath the top of my bra. She went immediately to my nipple and began to rub and pull it, making it hard. I was soaking my crotch and wanted to touch myself in the worst way but I thought restraint was the order of the day.

I put my hand back on her pussy and carefully inserted a finger in the slit. I probed up from the bottom toward the top trying to figure out the anatomy of this little cunt I was in. I think I felt the hymen covering the vagina, certainly the first one of those I’ve had my hands on since my own many years before. I came upon the clit about where I expected it to be.

“Do you like to be rubbed here Becky?”

“Oh, yes, please, rub it hard for me.”

I did, and I found her lips again with mine, pressed a kiss on her and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She increased her massaging of my titty, pressed back on my kiss, squeezed her little legs together, and shuddered to what seemed like an orgasm, as hard as that was for me to accept.

“Okay, I need to get home; that should be all for the first time, I think,” she declared, kind of jumping up and pulling up her panties and jeans.

“Sure,” I said, feeling sorry for myself that we didn’t get to reciprocate by working on my cunt, but I thought things went pretty well and that we might get to try some more things at a later time.

Becky leaned over and kissed me again. I took that as a positive sign.

“Run along, Becky, so no one misses you. I’m going to stay here and rest a bit. That was a lot of work.”

“Okay, see ya. Thanks for joining the cunny club.”

“Sure, when will I see you again?”

“Oh, I’ll turn up. Bye,” she said as a parting remark, and she was off out of the opening in the bush.

I didn’t even wait a second for her to be out of sight before I grabbed my jeans button and zipper and had them down to my knees. I snaked my fingers inside of my thong, not even bothering to pull it down. I shoved two fingers deep into my vagina, lubricating them and then went directly for my clit, rubbing it hard from underneath.

My other hand replaced Becky’s on my tit, squeezing and pulling on the erect nipple. I came — eyes closed, dreaming about the softness of Becky’s pussy and the great feeling of having probed it with my fingers, and fantasizing things that might be ahead for us — about as hard as I’ve ever come before.

I went home from my time with Becky in the woods feeling extremely ambivalent. On the one hand, I had lived a fantasy that I had harbored for quite a while about a sexual encounter with a young girl. Not sure I had someone as young as Becky in mind exactly, thirteen or fourteen would have been okay, but I wasn’t complaining. On the other hand, what had I done? I’d sexually molested a child of eight! It didn’t make any difference that she initiated it. No court of law…

Where is her mother? I kept asking myself. Shouldn’t she be a part of this conversation? But then I realized I needed to take responsibility for my own behavior. Being sexual with a little girl is something I have wanted to do for a long time and Becky’s turning up made that possible and easy. I was going to go with it and see what happened next.

*****

Even though I walked every day in the woods, I didn’t see her for a few days. I didn’t waste time waiting for her though. Having no lover at the moment anyway, I would get myself off before I went for the walk, during the walk in the big bush, and after I got back, fantasizing what might have been.

“Hey, lady. Did you come back to have a meeting of the cunny club?”

“Becky, where have you been? I’ve been here every day since the last time.”

“Lots of places and doing different things,” she said. “We can play cunny club today if you want.”

“I would like that if you would. Say, you didn’t happen to mention our meeting to your mother, did you? I mean she’s the club leader, right? It really is her club, and you sort of asked me in?”

“It’s actually my club even though Mommy thought of it. She says without me there wouldn’t be a club, so I can do whatever I like.”

“Your mommy is one smart person about that. Without you, there would be no reason to even HAVE a club. But did you tell her you invited a new member?”

“I told her I was thinking about how nice it would be to have someone else join. She thought that was a great idea but I didn’t tell her I had already found someone.”

“Okay, we’ll have to keep thinking about how we might let your mother know about us.”

“I think Mommy would like you, and I think she would be happy that I invited you into the cunny club.”

“Well, that remains to be seen. What would you like to do today? You’re the boss.”

Becky took my hand in hers, and we walked over to the bush where you could get lost inside and went in. It occurred to me that she didn’t need to lead me over by the hand since I had been there before so I took the touching as a sign of intimacy. Or I wanted to take the touching as a sign of intimacy. I was also not just a little bit pleased with her saying that she thought her mommy would like me. I guess anything to make me feel less guilty of acting out my favorite, most secret fantasy.

“I think we should both get naked today,” she declared.

“Perfect. I’d like you to see me naked and do whatever you want to me,” I said, “and I’d like to see you naked too so that I could do whatever you wanted me to do to you without concern for clothes. I only wish we were more comfortable than being under this bush.”

“Maybe sometime we can get rid of my stupid babysitter and then you can come to my house to play.”

“Well, yeah — but if you didn’t have that stupid babysitter, then you’d just have a different one…” And it occurred to me right then that maybe I could be her babysitter. Then I could play with her every day — at least during the week — and in her own bed!

Becky was wearing a little dress that just barely covered her bottom, which quickly came off, and then she pulled down her cotton panties, standing naked except for her flip-flops which she kicked off as she stepped onto the blanket.

It took me a bit longer to get my clothes off. I pulled off my T-shirt and unhooked my bra from behind.

“My, what pretty titties you have Paula. I can’t wait to play with them.”

“I can’t wait for you to play with them, honey. I’m getting undressed as quickly as I can.” I shoved off my jeans and panties in one swift motion and stood naked in front of her.

She walked up to me, took my hand and pulled me down onto the blanket. We lay side by side and held each other in our arms and kissed passionately. I was all a-tingle with what I was doing with this little one in my arms. My crotch was soaking and I thought maybe I might just come thinking about it, not even touching myself or being touched by her.

Becky pushed me over onto my back and she crawled between my legs. She planted a kiss on my pubic bone, right above my clit. Lower I thought, lower, damn it, but I wasn’t in charge. She worked her way up my abdomen with her little lips and tongue and latched on to first one breast and then the other one, suckling like a baby. An electrical charge went from my tits to my cunt and I had to reach down to relieve myself.

“I’m going to touch myself honey, is that okay with you?”

“Sure, push your fingers into your cunny. You can touch me on my cunny with your other hand. I’d like you to rub my sweet spot while I nurse on your boobies.”

I pushed both hands underneath her chest and tummy. One went right for my sex. I pushed a few fingers in and then slid them up to my cunt, rubbing it from the side with my cunt lips. The other hand grabbed her entire crotch in its palm and then took my middle finger, ran it up her tiny slit and finding her clit, began to stimulate it.

She sucked mightily on my tits and bit on the nipples with her teeth. I increased my rubbing of both of our clits until she and I let out simultaneous sighs of release.

“Oh Becky, that was so good. Thank you for sucking on my tits.”

“See, I told you that it was good to be in a cunny club and play with cunnies. Mommy says that being with girls is the best. Girls always know what girls want and need.”

“Your mommy is very smart, honey. Let’s hope that she doesn’t mind another girl sharing her little angel. Can I please kiss your cunny today? I’ve thought about nothing else since the first day we met.”

“Oh, I’d like that,” and after giving me a hard kiss, she crawled up off of my chest and straddled my face. I buried my head between her thighs. I started with my lips on her bum, tonguing her little rosebud for a brief second and then licking up her slit a little bit at a time until I got to the top.

I found her sweet spot, engorged but tiny compared with that of a full grown woman. I took it in my mouth, sucking on it as she had sucked on my nipples a few minutes ago. While pushing her bum into my face with my left hand, my right hand went right for my pussy and I fingered myself to another orgasm with this little darling.

We both got dressed. This time I didn’t need to get myself off before I left. My orgasms with Becky this afternoon would keep me at least long enough to get home.

Before we parted, I asked Becky for her mother’s name, address, and phone number. I think I need to pick up some extra money babysitting, I said to myself as we kissed good bye.

The first thing I did I when I got home was to get on the Internet and look up Becky’s home address. Then I checked the website of the land preservation society to try to figure out where her house was in relationship to it and where she probably entered the woods. I was beginning to plot how Becky and I might lure her mother into an encounter so that I would have an excuse to offer my services — babysitting, that is.

The next thing I did was go to my bedroom and strip off all of my clothes, grabbing my vibe along the way. I lay down on the bed, put my ankles over each edge of the double bed and ground the vibe into my pussy. Closing my eyes and pulling on my tits, I was almost able to relive Becky on top of me, sucking on my breasts while I got myself off.

At the end of the fantasy, I grew Becky up in my mind to around her mother’s age and finished myself off thinking about sex with her mother sucking on my tits — but instead of masturbating myself; her mother was thrusting her fist into my vagina.

Before it got dark I drove around to where Becky lives. Their house is in a neighborhood that is tucked into the land preservation area near where I go walking. Next to their house, I found a trail head in the woods. I gathered that’s where Becky goes in. I wasn’t sure how that connected with where we were meeting but I was going to find that out on my walk tomorrow.

*****

“Hey squirt, two days in a row?”

“Wow, this time you scared me. Have you been waiting for me? How did you get all the way out here near my street?”

“Oh, I’ve been poking around. I want to meet your mom, have her hire me as your babysitter and get rid of the stupid one. Then I can get to know you better, and your mommy too!”

“She’s very nice. It would be cool if we could all be in the cunny club together, huh?”

“I think so. You haven’t told her about me, have you?”

“Nope, not yet.”

“Okay, well, don’t just yet. Do you think there would be a time when you might take her for a walk and we could sort of come across one another here in the woods?”

“Sure, we sometimes walk on the weekend. In the morning, after breakfast. I can try to get her out this weekend. Wanna try to be here?”

“Okay. I’ll be here around 9 o’clock, and if you’re not here by 11, I’ll head home and we’ll think of something else. Did you want to have a club meeting today?”

“I’d like to be your baby again and suck on your boobies and have you touch me down there again. And maybe you could give my cunny kisses again like you did last week. And maybe I could put my hand in your cunny like I do Mommy’s. I like when I do that because she feels so good afterward.”

Even though we’ve done this only a couple of times, our time together has gotten quite special for me and seemingly so for her too. We held hands as we walked to our secret bush and crawled inside. We both got naked and I laid the blanket down on the ground so that we could be comfortable.

I lay down on my back and Becky jumped on top of me, her legs spread over my abdomen. Having her little pussy spread over my tummy, just below my navel — wiggling as it gets off on the skin to skin contact — is the most amazing thing I think I’ve ever experienced. Becky gave me serious kisses on my lips and worked her way down my front to my tits.

She began sucking on my tits as she had the other day and instead of touching both of us as I had done before, it seemed to me that our cunts were almost lined up and that we should try rubbing them together. I pushed mine up by arching my back a bit and much to my surprise, Becky pushed her pussy into mine. This seemed to work for both of us quite well and we both came at about the same time.

Becky then continued to lower herself down my body until she was crouched between my legs. I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly when she said she was going to put her hand in my cunny but it seemed as if that was what she had in mind.

She went about lubricating her arm quite expertly from both my pussy juices and hers. After she soaked herself, she started to insert her fingers and then her hand. I was pretty tense at first but then I began to relax which made it easier. I had to go with the flow of this because at any point that I began to genuinely think about what was happening — eight-year-old girl fist fucking thirty-something woman in the woods — I began to tense up.

When I ignored all of that, the sensation was fantastic. Becky was able to push into my cunt right up to her forearm and wiggle her fingers inside of me and work my clit with the fingers of her other hand, driving me absolutely wild. I came in short order with loud screams and thrusts of my hips against her fist.

“That was great, thanks,” I finally gasped, sated but still hungry for this sexy nymph. “Can I give your cunny kisses again like I did yesterday?”

“Yes, I’d like that.” Becky crawled up on me, stopping to suck a minute on each tit, making my nipples hard and planting a long, passionate kiss on my lips. Then she pulled herself up and straddled my face.

At first I just kissed the outer lips and inhaled the little girl smell that was coming from her sex. I began probing with my tongue at her butt crack and Becky giggled. Then I worked my tongue into her slit and slowly inched toward the sweet spot.

When I found it, I diddled with it a bit and then took it fully into my mouth and sucked. I lubricated one hand with my own juices and inserted a finger into her poop hole. With my other hand, I found my own clit and rubbed it from underneath. I was so aroused by all of this, I thought I was going to explode but wanted to time my orgasm with Becky’s so I worked us both into the same rhythm.

Finally Becky’s breathing quickened and her little body began to shudder. I pushed myself over with some hard thrusts to my clit and fingers shoved into my vagina. Both of our bodies shuddered at the same time. What great loving I was experiencing from this little girl, obviously well taught by her mother — who I couldn’t wait to meet. I wondered if I could find a way to get her to invite me into the cunny club.

*****

On Saturday, I got to the place where I last met Becky around nine. I didn’t have to wait long before Becky and her mom showed up, walking down the trail toward me.

“Hi Becky, good to see you. And this must be your mother,” I said.

“Who are you… and how do you know Becky?” her mother said, with more than a little bit of curiosity and maybe some tension in her voice.

“I’m Paula. Becky and I sometimes see each other here in the woods. I live over that way and walk here every afternoon. Becky plays here after school some days if the weather is nice.” My fantasy about Becky’s mother being a larger version of Becky was pretty much on the mark. My twisted mind was seeing myself in bed, next to Mom with Becky on top of us.

“Oh, do you walk alone, Becky? Where is your babysitter?” Marie said, sounding concerned.

“She’s mostly watching TV and messing with her boyfriend, Mom. Paula is very nice. We chat about things. I think you’ll like her.”

“Hmmm, well, I guess I’m speechless. I think we’ll have to find a new babysitter for you so that you aren’t left alone. My name is Marie and… yours again?”

“Paula. I’m a writer and work out of my house on the other side of the wood. I walk here every afternoon to clear my brain.”

“Could Paula be my babysitter, Mommy? She’s a very nice lady.” Becky was playing the perfect foil, what a smart kid.

“Oh, Becky, we couldn’t just ask her to be your babysitter, I’m sure she has more important things to do.”

“Actually, I think it might be fun,” I said. “But, your mother doesn’t know anything about me and I think she might like to get to know me a bit better before she trusts her little girl to a perfect stranger.”

“You’re not a stranger to me,” Becky said and I resisted making a wisecrack remark about how her mother didn’t know the half of it.

“Well, we’ve just got to let your mother get to know me and then we can talk about babysitting. Can I interest you in a cup of coffee or tea at my place — maybe some milk and cookies for you Becky?”

“Oh, I’d love it,” Becky jumped in before Mom could say a word. Probably a good thing too because I was getting the impression that Becky got what she wanted. I know I’d give her what she wanted if she promised to go down on me once a day.

“Sure, that’s a good idea,” Marie said and we headed off toward my place through the wood.

“You live alone?” Marie asked when we got to my place and I unlocked the door.

“For now I do. My partner April and I spit up just a little bit a go. I’m still working through that but I’m not in any relationship right now.” Except I’m fucking your daughter like you are, I wanted to scream out, but I was trying to play this carefully. Luckily, Becky was keeping quiet too.

I think I saw ‘lesbian’ flash across her face along with a sigh of relief. I wanted her to know what she was dealing with. I suppose one could have same-gender sex with one’s daughter and not be interested in women in general but I doubted it. I figured I would get further admitting to my preferences early on if there was a chance of my getting into the club. Besides, didn’t Becky quote Mom as saying ‘girls know what girls like’ or something to that effect?

I occupied Becky with some paper and markers and picture books while Marie and I chatted. We had a very nice visit, at least from my point of view. As it came time to leave Marie began to make arrangements for the next steps. This was unfolding about as well as could be expected as it turns out.

“You know Becky, I think Paula would make a very good babysitter, that is if she still feels like she would want to. I want her to visit our house tomorrow to show her around and fill her in on where to meet the bus. Can you come over tomorrow; say around 10 in the morning? Becky will be off with her dad. He usually does something with Becky on Sunday so that I can have a bit of weekend time to work. He works on Saturday.”

“I’d be very happy to. I’ll see you tomorrow at your house at 10. Good bye Becky, nice seeing you again.”

“Bye Paula, I love you,” she said and she raised herself up on her tiptoes and reached up with her lips to give me a kiss. I knelt down to receive it and our lips met but I pulled away quickly so as not to give her mother too much information just yet.

“I love you too, Becky,” I said.

“I can see that Becky is very fond of you,” she said. “I want to get to know you as well as she does. I hope we can accomplish that tomorrow.”

Well, that’s a tall order I thought but the sex would be great. “Oh, I’d like that. I’m looking forward to tomorrow. Have a good evening. Bye Becky.”

“Bye, bye,” they both said in unison and I watched them walk back toward the wood to their house.

Feeling even hornier than I usually do, having spent the afternoon close to and fantasizing being with the two of them, I went to my room, stripped off my clothes, grabbed my vibe and went after my soaking vagina and clit with it. I lost count of the orgasms.

*****

I got to Becky’s house a little after 10. Marie greeted me at the door. We were alone. Becky and her dad were nowhere in sight. I imagined them to be away as Marie had promised.

“Thanks for coming. I want you to know that I’ve gotten very comfortable with you watching Becky in the afternoons that is if you REALLY want to. I don’t want to take you away from your work. But Becky seems to genuinely like you,” she sort of blurted out all at once.

“Well, I like her too. I’m really glad to hear that you are okay with my spending time with Becky in the afternoon.”

“I am but there are some things I think I need to share with you before that happens so that you hear them from me and not from Becky. Over time, I’m sure she would tell all of our stories and being as naïve, in some ways, as a eight year old should be, they might be misinterpreted by you. At least I want you to hear them from me first.

“Sure, I’m all ears and, well, you already know my sexual preferences so if that was or is a concern, it’s out in the open.” I was trying to make this easy for her. I wished I could have said that I knew about her relationship with Becky and that I had a similar one though not for as long; but as I watched Marie struggle with this, I figured I should just let it play out.

“Paula, I like women too more than men anyway. Becky’s father and I have a marriage of appearances because it suits both of our careers better than the alternatives. He likes women too and in some ways we like the same kind of women but we don’t usually date the same women. I was pleased to hear you say that your partner was a woman, but there is something else you need to know.”

Marie was looking vulnerable at this point. I concluded that she needed to confess what she was about to tell me. At least she wanted me to hear it from her and not from Becky later as I began to watch her. Of course, I already knew and was going to let her off whatever hook she thought she was going to impale herself on by confessing the same thing.

“Becky is a very special girl, my angel really, and she and I have a very special relationship that some people might think is inappropriate.”

“Becky is very special,” I said. “I can see that the two of you love each other very much,” hoping beyond hope that I could birth this problem we were going through labor about and get on to seeing if I could seduce her before her daughter and husband got home. I took a chance and got up from where I was sitting and went over to the sofa where she was. I sat down next to her and put an arm over her shoulder, and with my other hand I grabbed her hand and held it.

“I can see why Becky likes you. You are very sweet and I’m feeling quite fond of you. Here’s the deal, Becky and I are affectionate with one another. In fact, we are lovers. We get naked together and touch and kiss each other… make love, basically. My husband doesn’t know about our relationship. He’d probably throw a fit, so I don’t want to upset the delicate balance we have. I hope you will understand and accept that about us. I would like to be your friend.”

“Of course I understand,” I said. “I’m so glad you shared that with me. I think it’s great how girls can make girls feel good and I think it’s neat that you have that relationship with your daughter. I also have had feelings about being with young girls but I haven’t had the opportunity that you’ve had.”

“Well, Becky suggested that we should let others in on our secret cunny club, as we call it, and I have been thinking that I would like an adult in my life as well as Becky. Do you think we might get to know each other better… I mean to see if you could be that person?”

“Yes, I think I’d like that.” Now we were working up to getting the horse in front of the cart. I wonder if later when Becky joined us, her mom would notice how comfortable we are with our intimacy of one another. I leaned over and brought my lips to hers. She responded by pressing back and it felt very good to be with her.

I decided to take charge. It was now or maybe never. “Do you find me attractive, I mean sexy? Would you like to spend some intimate time together before Becky and her dad get home? Or maybe we should hoof it over to my place where we can be alone until we decide one way or the other?”

“No, we can stay here. Yes let’s go into the bedroom and get more comfortable.”

We did and we did.

“I haven’t had loving like that in quite awhile,” Marie said after we had caught our breath and we were cuddled in each other’s arms. “I want very much for you to join Becky and I in our relationship. I think it will be good for her to have someone else other than me to be with and I know it will be good for me,” she said with a big smile on her face and she leaned over for a kiss.

“I will talk to Becky tonight about you and tell her that it’s okay for you and her to play. Would you do me a big favor, for the first time you do it with her?”

“Sure, I said, what would you like?”

“I’ve fantasized finding Becky with someone else. It’s a big turn on for me. I’ve never imagined that it could happen but having met you and Becky liking you as much as she does… I mean would you let me watch and walk in on you?”

“Of course,” and I gave her a hug. Thinking about it had me squeezing my thighs together too. “Timing? Husband?”

“He’s out of town tomorrow night, I’ll get home around 5. Do you think you can keep your hands off of Becky between her school getting out and then?” She said only half facetiously.

“Honestly, it’s going to be tough, but I will for you because I’m so happy to be a part of your lives.”

*****

I didn’t pretend to try to sleep that night or attempt any work the next day. I was fidgety all day thinking about the afternoon and evening. Becky and I were going to be together, indoors of all places, and her mother who I genuinely was fond of was going to join us. While most of my anxiety about this was anticipation, part of me hoped that Marie didn’t notice how comfortable Becky and I were with one another.

“Hi squirt. Welcome home, how was school?”

“Hi Paula,” she raised herself up on her tip toes to put her arms around my neck a plant a kiss on my lips. “I couldn’t pay attention to anything, I was so excited about coming home to be with you and Mommy.”

“Me too honey, but we’ve got a couple of hours before Mommy comes home and she’s asked us to play a little game for her. Did she tell you about it?”

“Like hide and seek only Mommy will do both parts.”

“Yes, something like that,” I said. “How about a snack and we take a walk in the woods?”

At a little before five, Becky and I went into her bedroom. She pulled off her T-shirt, jeans and kicked off her flip-flops and lay down on the bed in her little white cotton panties.

“What shall we do today Becky? You always have the best games in mind.”

“Why don’t you pull down my panties when you are ready to see my pussy and touch me there? You can touch me anywhere you like. You will be more comfortable with your clothes off though, you know?”

I stripped down naked and was very happy to have my pussy out in the air where I could touch it to relieve some of the tension I was experiencing. I stood next to the bed and began touching her hair and head and caressed her lips with my fingers. She took a couple of fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. I then let my hands move down her neck and caressed her flat chest without any evidence of breast development and pulled a bit on her nipples and made them erect.

I thought I heard a door open and close very quietly. I got even more tingly between my legs thinking that we had an audience. I wondered if Becky was aware, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment.

She reached up and began stroking my sex quite naturally and very effectively. Without breaking the rhythm of that, which was driving me crazy, I put my hand on her crotch over her panties. I could feel the lips and the slit through the material. Not able to resist the urge another minute, I snaked the index finger of both hands down into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her thighs to about half mast. I left them there briefly and touched her sex again, this time probing it, looking for her sweet spot.

I climbed into bed with her, lay on my back and pulled her on top of me. She gave me a long, slow, passionate, open-mouth kiss that took me aback given her age but I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised given her sexual experience. I pulled her panties off over her feet and lifted her bum with both hands and placed it squarely onto my face and began to explore her little-girl slit with my mouth.

She was aroused by my kisses and licking and I found that satisfying. I think she may have had an orgasm but it consisted of a couple of purrs and squeaks and giggles and then she went on about her work. She lowered her head to my cunt and began to suck and lick.

It was at that point that her mom came into the room naked, touching herself. It excited me even more to see her masturbating herself. Becky’s mouth was doing a more-than-expert job on my cunt. She was kneeling between my legs and her bum was sticking up at the end of the bed.

Mom approached Becky from the rear pushing three fingers up into her own vagina getting them good and wet. Watching Marie over Becky’s back and bum while she sucked my clit, I saw Mom insert one finger into Becky’s rosebud and probe her little pussy with the other two. Becky moaned a bit in pain and a bit in pleasure.

Marie continued to work on herself with her free hand while she stimulated both of her daughter’s holes. The three of us soon got into a rhythm of sucking and fingering and reached orgasms at about the same time.

Marie climbed into bed with Becky and I after that and lay down beside me. Becky lay on top of the two of us, kind of half on both. Marie and I had our hands all over Becky’s little body and we were tickling her and all giggling. Marie leaned her head over toward mine and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. I turned my lips toward hers and returned the kiss, firmly and directly on them. We instinctively reached for each other’s breasts, rubbing them, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth.

“Hey, what about me?” protested Becky.

“We have kisses for you too,” her mom said, “and then we have something we want you to do for us.”

Marie pulled Becky into her arms and gave her a romantic kiss on the mouth. Becky then turned to kiss me, her little tongue darting into my mouth, licking around my lips.

“Are we going to play another game, Mommy?”

“We sure are sweetie. You know how you sometimes put your hand and arm into Mommy?”

“Yes, I love to do that, it feels so good and it makes you so happy.”

“Well, you are going to do it to both of us at the same time. Do you think you can do that?”

“Sure, just put your cunnies as close together as you can, ‘kay?”

“I think that suits us just fine,” I said having trouble catching my breath from what Marie had just said. My sex was tingling just thinking about it.

Marie and I used our own vaginal fluids to lubricate Becky’s arms. We then lay back and pushed our hips together as close as we could. Our spreading our outer legs wide allowed Becky to straddle our inner ones and have access to our spread pussies.

After a little bit of maneuvering, Becky was able to enter both of us up to her forearm and fuck us at the same time. Marie and I leaned toward one another, kissing passionately and rubbing each other’s titties and nipples. Shortly, we both had roaring orgasms and fell back on the bed panting and laughing. Becky climbed back onto the bed to nestle in our arms.

We cuddled all naked and sticky for a long while, sharing kisses.

“That was fantastic Becky and Marie, thanks so much for letting me join your cunny club,” I said at the end of the evening. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Becky.”

“I like having you a part of it and a part of our lives,” Marie said.

“Me too!” chanted Becky and gave me a wink as she pushed up on her tip-toes to kiss me goodnight.

By Eva

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

Kerry Lines stood and watched the kids running through the downpour.

As a teacher, the woman felt duty-bound to be out on the playing fields while the kids galloped round the track against a backdrop of grey clouds and slanting rain. But despite the woman’s determination that all the children in her class should be in some sort of shape for the forthcoming sports day, it was a depressing sight to see the pupils of St Eleanor’s dragging themselves through the rain. They, like her, would rather be in the dry and the warmth.

Five more minutes, she told herself, and then she’d call them in. Right on cue a trickle of cold rain ran down the neck of her track suit top and the wind stepped up in intensity. Several of the children running were slowing up as if she might bring all this to an early end and blow her whistle, allowing them to race –– or amble, exhausted –– back to the changing rooms and get out of their wet PE outfits.

“Can we stop, Miss,” called one boy from the track, a boy Kerry recognised as Matt Hardcastle. Eleven years old and far too overweight.

“No, Matt, you can’t. You will have to run in it on sports day if it’s raining. Get used to it.” The woman watched the boy scowl and stumble on.

Sports day. That cherished event that drew all the parents (more than parent/teacher nights ever did) but seemed to bring out the worst in them. Kerry recalled last year when several fathers were screaming at their offspring to run faster or jump further and then being angry when the child didn’t win. Complaining mothers too, saying it wasn’t fair. Idiots, thought Kerry, bitterly, and she wasn’t looking forward to a repeat in a couple of weeks time. Right now the young woman stood and felt wet and miserable and wondered if all this was worth it. She took a deep breath and lifted her whistle to her lips. Already several of the kids — Matt Hardcastle and friends — were beginning to peel away from the soggy, wet grass track in anticipation.

That was when Leoni Fraser fell. Whether she slipped or tripped or even, perish the thought, she was pushed over but the girl went down in a heap. Her friends, and there were several as Leoni was a popular and attractive girl, were crowding round her. Kerry ran towards them, unable to see if the child was lying or sat up; her position would indicate the severity of her injury. She seemed, as far as Kerry could tell, to be sitting up. “Go on everyone, go in and get changed,” she called as she ran and pointed across to where the changing rooms were. “Hurry. And no fighting or messing around,” she called to the rest of her pupils. She remembered the whistle she was holding and gave it a short blast to signal to anyone who hadn’t heard her shout that this farce was over.

“Give her chance to breathe,” said Kerry as she arrived at the knot of girls standing round Leoni. The group of kids parted reluctantly, as if seeing someone sat holding their ankle was the highlight of their day and the teacher was spoiling it. “Go on, everyone, go and get changed. Quickly. I’ll see to Leoni.”

The girls who were stood there hesitated a moment and then scampered off, just as the rain increased. Leoni looked up at the teacher, her dark hair matted to her forehead. “Sorry, Miss,” she said. “My foot just went on me.”

Kerry gave the girl a smile and said she wasn’t to worry. Leoni was, if the truth were known, one of Kerry’s favourite pupils. The girl was popular and pretty but in education terms she was a pleasure to teach. She was always polite and attentive and never late. She also would have done well at the school sports day, but the way she was sat holding her ankle didn’t make it look as if she would be taking part.

“Does it hurt?” Kerry squatted down by the side of the girl. She tried to position herself to help shield the girl from the way the rain was suddenly whipping in. Not that such a gesture would help her ankle, but it seemed the least she could do.

“A bit, Miss,” said Leoni. “Sorry,” she said again.

“It’s not your fault,” said Kerry. Actually, she thought, it’s mine. If I hadn’t insisted on them staying out in the rain she probably wouldn’t have slipped and wrenched her ankle. The teacher put the thought away. The important thing was getting this child to cover. Get the school nurse to look at her ankle. “Can you stand on it?” Asked Kerry, trying not to let her anxiety colour her voice.

“Try, Miss,” said Leoni. Kerry held her hand out and the girl took it and tried to stand. She winced and sat back down. “No, I can’t. Sorry.”

“Well, don’t worry. I will have to carry you.” Fortunately this was a slim little girl and not the likes of fatty Matty, Kerry told herself as she scooped the girl up. Fairly effortlessly as Kerry at least was fit from her weekly workouts at the gym. Picking up a child as light as Leoni was no great strain and she knew how to pick up a load, lifting from her knees and not her back. Being off work for a couple of months would be the last thing she wanted. “Put your arms round my neck, Leoni,” said Kerry. “It will help me carry you.” Leoni obliged and pressed herself to her teacher, almost resting her head on the woman’s shoulder.

Almost as if heaven was smiling on them, the rain suddenly stopped and the sun broke out through a gap in the cloud. “Typical,” said Kerry, feeling the sudden heat on her back. If only it had been shining earlier…

The teacher walked across the school playing field carrying Leoni, aiming for the entrance that would take her not to the changing rooms but the nurse’s room. It would be chaos with unsupervised kids getting changed but that couldn’t be helped. As she walked she was aware of Leoni looking up her. “Miss,” said the girl and then hesitated. “This is nice.”

“Nice? Leoni, you’ve hurt your ankle.” Kerry stopped herself saying twisted it or even broken it as that would make the child distressed. It was always better to keep the alarm bells quiet in a child.

“No, this is nice. Being carried by you.” The girl sighed and put her wet head against Kerry’s neck. A shudder went through the woman. For a second she thought it was a reaction to the wet hair pressed to her skin, but hers was wet too. A second more and that feeling was replaced by the sensation of warmth of the girl’s head coming through. But there was more within Kerry. She felt a warmth deep within, like she was carrying something precious, a source of joy that she must protect. A sensation ran through her like liquid gold and she pulled the girl closer. In turn, Leoni pressed her head tighter to the woman and tightened her grip round the teacher’s neck.

“Miss,” the girl said quietly. “Don’t take me to the nurse.”

“I have to, Leoni. You’ve hurt yourself.”

“No, I’ll be alright. Just take me somewhere quiet and…” the girl didn’t finish her words.

“And what?”

Leoni lifted her head away from the woman’s neck and looked up at her. Kerry felt a pang of regret that the child was breaking contact with her. A pang increased by the thought that soon she would put the girl down and there would be no contact, no touch. But this was silly, Kerry told herself. I’m a mature teacher, responsible for children. My job is to ensure they learn, that they are returned home safe and sound. Back to the ones who love them.

But.

There was a big but. The word went through Kerry like a cold fire. But she would be letting go and she didn’t want to let go. Not ever. Kerry Lines stopped walking and looked into the little girl’s face, the girl she was carrying. The sun was shining on them and the warmth of it or their bodies was making thin wisps of steam curl up off them. The school was in front of them with all its demands and chaos and noise and Kerry wanted to go somewhere quiet and put the girl on a soft bed and caress her injured ankle and…

Kerry shut the thought off sharply. Teachers don’t do that sort of thing. Hell, I’m 27. I have a fiance and one day I will be married to him and I have a career ahead of me. She swallowed a little and asked again. “And what?”

“And…” Leoni shook her head. “You wouldn’t like it, Miss.”

“Like what?” Leoni was gazing into the bright, clear eyes of the lovely child, her face no more than a few inches from the girl’s. Their lips were closer than she wanted, but not close enough. Stop it, said a weak voice inside Kerry. And she shut that out too. She gave a half-glance at the school building in front of them. Solid walls, no windows here. No one to look out on them. No one to demand or scream or act badly. Just the two of them, alone and close.

“Not what. Where,” answered Leoni quietly, still looking up.

The fire in Kerry’s belly surged anew. She wanted to bask in it, didn’t want to put this girl down. She could take her to the nurse’s room, do the sensible and the safe thing. Leave the hurt girl to a sour old cow who would tut and put her cold, uncaring hands on the girl’s body, while she — the trained teacher –– would retreat back to her duties and lose the warmth of her young, slim body. “Where do you want me to take you?” It was a silly question because in a way, Kerry knew the answer.

“Somewhere we can be on our own. Just you and me. Like in bed,” said the girl without batting an eyelid. “Somewhere where you can hold me and we’ll be safe.”

“I’m holding you now,” said the teacher. Her heart was beating faster now. Holding something lovely did that, apparently.

“Different kind of holding,” said the girl in Kerry’s arms. “Holding me like you want me.”

Kerry gulped. “Leoni… you’re only eleven. I can’t.”

“Nearly twelve. And you can, Miss. You can do whatever you want with me. I won’t mind.” The girl put her head back on Kerry’s neck, but a little more face than hair this time. Without moving it, she said: “my ankle doesn’t hurt really. I was just pretending so you would pick me up. Sorry, Miss.”

“You shouldn’t lie, ever.” Said Kerry. But she was lying to herself, thinking she had a duty to fulfill and that she didn’t care. She did care. More than she had cared about anyone else, and yet the realisation didn’t shock her. It was almost a relief to finally admit how she felt, what was inside her heart. Not Gary or his grasping ways and his ambition to have a house with a double-garage so he could own two cars and have big parties for his stupid mates… Just her and Leoni instead. Safe, like the girl said. But it was impossible, wasn’t it? Leoni had family and Kerry wanted a family, of sorts, and there was the age gap issue that they would have to sort out and funny valentine’s day cards to make the other one laugh… “Oh, God,” said Kerry as the impact of what she was thinking hit her.

“What, Miss?”

“Nothing.” She smiled at the girl, reassuringly. At her lovely if slightly anxious face. “Nothing at all, least nothing important. Nothing to ever be sorry about. Look, Leoni, I have to put you down now.”

“Am I too heavy Miss? Sorry. I promise I’ll lose weight so you can pick me up again.” Leoni hadn’t let go. If anything she was holding Kerry’s neck tighter. Then she said: “Please don’t let me go.”

“I have to, but I’m not letting go forever,” said Kerry, fighting down the urge to kiss the girl in her arms. A grown woman kissing a ten year old girl. Of course that was wrong. Of course it shouldn’t happen. But she did it anyway. Not a long kiss, but lips to lips as if they meant it. A tender kiss that sent flames of lust shooting through the woman and, she hoped, through the little girl too. Gently she put the girl down. The child’s ankle was fine and the sun was shining and they were drying in the warmth and Leoni finally let go of her teacher’s neck.

“I’ll do anything for you, Miss,” said the girl as they broke the kiss and let her hands slide down the woman’s front, across her breasts where her nipples poked hard through her top. A gentle brush that made Kerry’s cunt pulse once more. “Promise I’ll make you happy. I’ll not make you sorry, Miss.”

“My name’s Kerry,” said the woman. “Miss is for class. Kerry is for when we make love.” She was a little astonished she had said it so easily, but it seemed so natural as that was what they’d be doing. No doubt about it.

“Cool,” smiled the slender, pretty girl. “I’d love to make love to you. Kerry-all-mine.”

With that, the girl with the healed ankle ran into the school, her drying hair flowing behind her and her teacher looking after her. What lay ahead wouldn’t be easy, thought Kerry as she watched the door swing too behind the child, but then nothing worthwhile is easy. There were duties for Kerry to be seen to, classes to organise, lessons to be given, arguments to deal with and maybe fights to quell. Parents to be placated, colleagues to steer round. Even sports days to oversee. And when she had done all that the woman would go home to the little girl in her bed, and kiss her again and again but with tongues this time, touch her little, wonderful body and ask the child to do things to her too. It wouldn’t be just the woman caressing the child, stroking her bald pussy, slipping her long finger between those tender little folds, stroking the emerging mounds on the girl’s chest, whispering that she loved Leoni. It would be the girl in turn toying with the woman’s breasts and cunt and nibbling her and biting and licking and heaven knows what they could think of to do to each other. Just as lovers should. They’d laugh and talk and kiss and feed each other and make each other happy.

They’d go shopping together and look for the sort of thing they might wear in bed; a gorgeous pink nightie for Leoni and maybe a strap-on to go round Kerry’s hips. One with nice ridges and shape that would thrill the child under her when she lay on her back with her thin legs wide apart and her nightie hitched up to her waist and say: “Fuck me now, Kerry-all-mine. Make me all yours.”

With a contented sigh Leoni followed the girl she would love forever into the school, but for the first time ever she felt happy. Truly, deeply happy. With Leoni in her arms she could face anything, and they would face it together. But above all there would be no more hurt in their lives. Only love.

By Emma Star

Nina Edwards sat on her bed at the hotel where she had rented a room with her emergencies-only credit card and watched television. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on them, staring without really seeing at the images ahead. Her thoughts were on much different matters.

A little less than twenty-four hours ago, Nina had dreamed that she was seduced by her mother and two little girls, two children who were her mother’s students. Nina was ashamed not only by the dream, and not only by the knowledge that her mother was, in fact, a pedophile, but Nina was ashamed of how the dream had made her feel. So aroused it almost hurt. She could still feel those tiny fingers on her body and the thought made her shiver with delight and flush with humiliation and disgust.

After waking, Nina had gone into her mother’s room, and things had become exponentially worse. Her mother admitted to Nina her desire for the pussies of innocent children, but also her desire for her own daughter. That desire had turned into reality as Nina’s mother began to finger her and kiss her, all the while speaking of the fantasies she assumed her daughter shared.

Then, in a fit of rage and shame, Nina had cursed out her mother, threatened to tell the police about her activies, and fled into the night. Now she was here in the hotel, alone. She hadn’t called her mother. She didn’t know what to say. The entire thing seemed like some bizarre dream that refused to end, but Nina knew she could only remain in this state of limbo for so long. Eventually, she would have to confront reality — that meant confronting her mother.

Soon, Nina was hungry. There was a Burger King down the street, so Nina walked there alone, bought some food, and carried it back to the hotel. As she stepped into the lobby, she immediately spotted a familiar face.

“Hey Nina!” said the voice of her friend, Jody. The cute, slim-figured brunette walked over to her from where she had been standing with her parents and her little sister, a ten-year-old blonde named Mandy.

“Hi Jody,” said Nina dully. “What are you doing here?”

“Our house is being fumigated so we have to stay here until it’s done,” Jody answered. “How about you? You look like you’ve been crying? Is this about your mom?”

“Huh?” Nina asked, wondering how Jody knew. And how much she knew.

“Your mom called my house looking for you,” Jody replied. “She said you had a big fight or something.”

“Oh, yeah,” Nina said. “We did. I ran out and came here. Kind of a stupid thing to do.”

“Well, I’ll talk to you about it if you want, but I was just about to go out to dinner with my parents,” Jody offered, gesturing towards her family.

Nina looked over Jody’s shoulder at her family once again. Mandy was dressed in a sunshine yellow tank top and jeans, the very picture of child beauty, and Nina felt a weird tingle begin to form in her stomach. She noticed that Mandy seemed somewhat out of sorts.

“Is Mandy okay?” Nina asked.

“She’s not feeling too good and doesn’t want to go out, but we’re starving, and there’s no one to watch her here,” said Jody. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Could you watch her while we’re out?”

“Me?” Nina asked. “Umm . . .”

“I’d invite you to come too, but you already have food,” said Jody. “Please, Nina.”

“I guess so,” said Nina.

“Great! Let’s go tell my parents!”

With that, the two girls walked over to Jody’s parents and explained the situation. Jody’s mother and father knew Nina and had no problems with her watching their daughter for a couple hours. Mandy had always been very shy around Nina, but she liked her in that way that younger siblings have of looking up to their older siblings’ friends. She said she would rather stay with Nina than go out to dinner. So everything was arranged. Jody and her family left while Mandy and Nina walked towards the elevator to go to Nina’s room.

Once inside, Mandy sat down on the bed to watch television, while Nina sat in a chair at a small table and ate her dinner. She tried to watch the TV too, but her eyes kept falling on Mandy, admiring how delicate and innocent she looked. Every time this happened, Nina reprimanded herself, and vowed to pay no more of that kind of attention to the girl. But her eyes always wandered back to the girl. The tingle in her stomach became more intense each time and her gaze lingered longer.

When she had finished eating, Nina felt a little bolder, so she stood up and walked over to the bed. She sat down on it beside Mandy, then reached out, and put her hand on the girl’s back. She let it rest there, waiting to see how Mandy would respond, but the girl seemed not to notice or care.

“Are you feeling any better?” Nina asked her.

“A little,” Mandy replied.

“What was wrong? Did you have a tummyache?” Nina asked.

“Yeah,” Mandy admitted. “I felt all throw-upy. But I don’t feel like that now.”

“That’s good, sweetie,” said Nina.

“Why are you doing that?” Mandy asked. It took Nina a moment to realize that had been unconsciously rubbing her hand up and down Mandy’s back, from the smooth material of her tank top to the slightly fuzzy skin of her shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” said Nina, drawing her hand away. “I won’t do that if you don’t like it.”

“It’s okay,” said Mandy. “But you know what I really, really like?”

“What’s that?” asked Nina, almost dreading the answer.

“Having someone brush my hair,” said Mandy. Nina smiled, a bit relieved.

“I can do that,” she said, swinging her legs off the bed. She went into the bathroom, got her hair brush, and brought it back into the bedroom.

Mandy was now sitting in the middle of the bed. Nina climbed on to the bed behind her and leaned her back against the wall. Without prompting, Mandy scooted back, until she was sitting between Nina’s legs. Again, Nina felt the tingle intensifying. She tried to ignore it, but found it nearly impossible to do so. Even harder to ignore were the thoughts of Alice, her mother’s preteen lover, that popped into her mind.

Nina began to brush Mandy’s fine, silky blonde hair the way that her mother had brushed her hair as a child. Had her mother felt the same tingle between her legs then that Nina was feeling now? She tried to dismiss those thoughts as she gently brushed the child’s hair. She took her time, pampering the girl, running her fingers through her hair. Mandy seemed enraptured at the feeling and Nina knew the girl wasn’t lying when she said she really, really liked having her hair brushed. Maybe it was something sexual about it that the girl wasn’t yet old enough to identify. Of course, she couldn’t be aware of sexual arousal at just ten years old. Nina’s thoughts drifted back to Alice again. Alice had been very aware of her own sexual arousal.

Mandy sighed gently as the brushing continued and she seemed to tremble a little each time that Nina’s hand touched her bare neck or shoulders. She seemed to like the feeling of Nina’s fingers through her platinum-blonde hair even more than the brush and Nina was almost tempted to put it aside and use only her fingers. Instead, Nina leaned in and smelled the clean, fragrant odor of the girl’s hair. She did it with almost no discretion, but Mandy did not react. Nor did she react when Nina, almost without realizing it, kissed the little girl on top of her head, in a playful manner, and then resumed brushing immediately.

The little girl turned her face to the right as Nina pulled the hair back from that side of her head with one hand and brushed through it with the other. Nina could see a smile of contentment on the girl’s lips and she reached out a finger to stroke the girl’s slightly chubby cheek. Mandy’s smiled only broadened at this.

As she stroked the girl’s hair, Nina’s thoughts drifted back to the scene in her mother’s video where her mother had sat the nine-year-old redhead Alice, wearing nothing but panties, on her lap and kissed the child with as much wanton lust as Nina had ever seen. How easy it would be for her to tilt back Mandy’s head and kiss her on those dainty little lips. Nina closed her eyes and gave a shuddering sigh at the thought.

Her pussy was now soaking wet and it was more than the thoughts she was having or the act of brushing Mandy’s hair. She had been grinding her crotch unconsciously against the girl’s back and Mandy, to Nina’s stunned amazement, had been squirming in such a way that she almost seemed to be reciprocating the action. But that wasn’t possible. Mandy was just a child. It was insane to think the girl was even aware of what she was doing.

At that moment, Mandy leaned back against Nina, pinning most of her hair between her head and Nina’s stomach. It wasn’t possible for Nina to brush it anymore, so she set the brush aside, and simply massaged the girl’s scalp very gently with her fingers. Mandy sighed happily as Nina’s hands drifted from the top of the girl’s skull down to her small, bony shoulders and gently began to massage them as well. Each time she ran her hands forward, she became a little more bold, and let them slide a little farther down the front of the girl’s flat chest. Soon, her hands were gliding softly over the girl’s nipples and down to her stomach, which was just the tiniest bit rounded.

Mandy reached down to the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her belly button, so that when Nina’s hands went down to her tummy, it was bare skin that she felt beneath her touch instead of the cotton of the tank top. Each time Nina pulled her hands back up to her shoulders, Mandy pulled her shirt up a little higher, and Nina began quivering with excitement at the thought of seeing her tiny nipples. She prayed Mandy wouldn’t stop before then.

She wasn’t disappointed. At last, Mandy had pulled her tanktop up high enough to reveal the pink, dime-sized nipples which were placed perfectly symmetrical to one another on the girl’s skinny, utterly flat chest. Nina groaned as her fingers danced over them and she began grinding her pussy against the girl’s butt even harder. Mandy, as if sensing the reaction she had gotten from her caretaker, pulled off her tank top entirely and was now nude above the waist. Nina delighted in carressing every bare inch of the girl’s torso. The skin was so wonderfully smooth and soft.

“Do you want me to take my pants off, too?” Mandy asked, breaking the long silence.

Nina didn’t know how to answer. If the girl took off her pants, she was sure one thing would lead to another, and that would mean Mandy taking off her panties too. Already, Nina was itching to strip off her clothes. But what then? Was she really going to molest this naive little girl who probably had no idea of what she was doing, but simply wanted to impress Nina was her maturity?

“Jody likes to take them off for me,” said Mandy. Nina’s mouth dropped open.

“Jody does? Your sister?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” answered Mandy. “Whenever we do sexy games with each other, she likes to take off my pants for me.”

“What do you mean by ‘sexy games’?” Nina asked.

“When our parents aren’t home, sometimes we take off all our clothes, and do sexy games,” Mandy replied. “We kiss each other and touch each other all over. It feels really nice.”

“You still do this now?” Nina asked, stunned by this revelation.

“Uh-huh,” said Mandy. “So do you want to do sexy games?”

“I don’t know,” answered Nina. “I’ve never done sexy games with another girl before. Especially one as young as you. Isn’t Jody afraid she’ll get in trouble?”

“She made me promise not to tell anyone,” said Mandy, “but I trust you, Nina.”

“That’s very sweet of you, honey,” said Nina. “I’m glad that you trust me enough to do sexy games with me too.”

“So do you want to take off my pants?” Mandy asked.

“I’d love to, sweetheart.”

Nina’s hands glided over the girl’s torso again and found the button of her denim jeans. She unbuttoned it and slowly unzipped the zipper, revealing bright pink panties underneath. Mandy, still with her back to Nina, pushed her butt into the air so Nina could slide the pants off her little friend, and then dropped them off the bed on to the floor.

Mandy, now naked except for pink panties and white socks, turned to face Nina on all fours. Nina reached out and stroked the girl’s cheek lovingly. Mandy smiled slightly, but then she was all business. She pulled off Nina’s t-shirt, revealing the black bra the teenager wore underneath. She reached out and placed a small hand on each of Nina’s breasts and began to squeeze them, skillfully drawing the maximum pleasure from her touch, and Nina sighed. Mandy closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Nina, realizing immediately what the girl wanted, leaned forward and kissed her tenderly.

Mandy instructed Nina to lean forward, then reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. Since Mandy was far too young to be so adept with a bra, she had obviously had a lot of practice with her sister. Mandy pulled the bra away from Nina’s chest and Nina self-consciously covered her boobs with her hands. Mandy gently, but firmly, took Nina’s hands and pulled them away, revealing what was underneath to the horny preteen.

She leaned in toward’s Nina’s right breast, stuck out her tongue, and flicked it against Nina’s sensitive nipples. Nina gasped in delight, then reached out, and began to stroke the back of Mandy’s head as the youngster opened her small mouth and took the entire nipples inside it. She closed her lips together and sucked eagerly for a moment, then repeated the entire procedure on Nina’s left breast. Back and forth the girl went, first pleasuring one breast, then the other. Nina closed her eyes and savored the feeling of a tiny, but expect mouth on her breasts and the sounds the little girl made as she nursed.

“You must do this with your sister a lot,” breathed Nina. “You’re very good at it.”

“This is one of her favorite games,” said Mandy, a hint of pride in her voice. “Sometimes she tells me to call her ‘Mommy’ while I’m doing it.”

“Well, she’s very lucky to have you as a baby sister,” said Nina.

Mandy continued pleasuring and fondling Nina’s breasts for a little while longer, then she kissed Nina’s flat stomach down to her waist, and took the elastic band of Nina’s sweatpants in her small fists. With Nina’s cooperation, Mandy pulled the sweatpants down the teenager’s legs, and discarded them with her shirt and bra. Now both girls were dressed in nothing but socks and panties.

Every bit of shame or disgust with herself that Nina might have felt had totally evaporated. She was so horny for this little girl that she could think of nothing she would rather do than indulge fully in the delights of her small, fragile body. Nina was about to have only the second lesbian experience of her life and this one would be with a ten year old.

“Do you want me to do anything to you?” Nina asked.

“No, that’s okay,” said Mandy. “I want to show you all the things I know how to do.”

“Alright, sweetie,” said Nina. “Show me.”

Mandy crawled over beside Nina and deftly slipped a hand down Nina’s panties. She found her sweet spot with ease and the moment that Mandy’s tiny finger first touch Nina’s clit, Nina began to squirm. Mandy continued to manipulate her pussy and Nina began to gasp in ecstasy, sucking desperately for air. But Mandy was merciless. She continued to pleasure Nina until the teenager’s hips were bucking and she was moaning for the girl to continue.

“That feels so wonderful, Mandy,” said Nina.

Mandy beamed happily, proud of her talents, and continued fingering Nina as artfully as any masseusse. Nina continued to wriggle and writhe, cooing and sighing, praising Mandy for her delightful touch. Nina could feel her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave in the distance moving more and more swiftly towards shore. Mandy apparently sensed it too and, moments before the wave struck the beach, she withdrew her hand.

“Why did you stop?” Nina asked.

“You were about to make juices,” said Mandy. “But it’s too early for that now.”

“Please,” Nina begged. “That felt so nice.”

“I bet I can make it feel even nicer,” said Mandy with a grin.

“Okay,” said Nina, “but take off your panties first.”

Obliging, Mandy stood up on the bed, momentarily struggling to gain balance on the squishy bed. Nina’s eyes wandered from Mandy’s little, sock-clad feet up her short legs to the immaculate pink, cotton panties she wore. Mandy hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Nina’s eyes immediately fell upon the girl’s tiny, completely hairless slit. It was still immature, but it was the most beautiful thing Nina had ever seen. Mandy turned in a circle, showing Nina her adorable round butt as well. Nina absently reached up to caress it.

Then Mandy was back down on her hands and knees. She took hold of Nina’s black panties and deftly pulled them off. She guided Nina’s legs apart, then climbed over her thigh, and positioned herself between Nina’s knees with her face only inches from Nina’s wet, aching sex.

Nina watched as the little girl lowered her mouth to Nina’s eager pussy and began to feast upon it. The sensation was so powerful that Nina quickly pulled a pillow on top of her face so she could scream into it without being heard. Mandy immediately found Nina’s clit once again and began flicking her tongue against it as she had done to the teenager’s nipples earlier. Again, Nina half-suffocated herself to keep her noises from alerting whoever was in the next room.

As ready as she was, and as horny as she was, it didn’t take long for Nina to reach her orgasm again. This time, Mandy did not stop, even as Nina’s pussy turned red hot. At last, Nina’s hips began to buck, and her thighs closed around the little girl’s head. Nina sat forward and, placing her hand on the back of Mandy’s skull, she pushed the preteen’s mouth harder against her crotch. Mandy didn’t mind the rough treatment, though. She was used to it. Her sister was a gentle and caring lover but, as soon as an orgasm approached, she had a tendency to forget everything except her own pleasure.

At last, the wave hit, and Nina’s pussy erupted. Juices surged forward, some into Mandy’s mouth, some splashing on her face. Nina’s grinded her pussy against the child’s mouth as wave after wave of her climax struck. Finally, after a seeming eternity, the waves receeded, and Nina lay back with her head on the mattress. Her body shook. She gasped for air. She couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. She could barely even think. She closed her eyes.

And when she opened them again, Mandy was looking down at her, her mouth and chin dripping with Nina’s juices. Nina opened her eyes and smiled contentedly at the girl.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt,” she admitted. “You’re an angel, Mandy.”

The girl giggled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Nina said. “Thank you.”

“Is it my turn now?” Mandy asked.

“Of course!” said Nina. “But don’t hold it against me if I’m not as good at this as you. I’ve never done this before.”

“Okay.”

Nina instructed Mandy to straddle her chest, then to slide forward until her pussy was directly over Nina’s face. Mandy did as she was told and soon Nina’s mouth was only inches from a bald, preteen mound. Nina stuck out her tongue and gingerly licked at the slit. It tasted sweeter than anything Nina had ever tasted before and she immediately plunged into eating out this little girl.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Panicking, Nina pushed Mandy off her face, and scrambled for her clothes. Mandy did likewise, apparently as aware of the danger of getting caught as Nina was. Finally, the two managed to find all their clothes.

“Nina?” called a voice from the hall. It was Jody.

“Oh, it’s just Jody,” said Mandy, calming immediately. “She won’t be mad.”

“But your parents might be with her,” said Nina in a whisper. “Get dressed, sweetie.”

Nina called out to Jody, telling her she’d be right there. In moments, Nina was dressed, and she walked towards the door. She made a big production of screwing with the locks, as if there was something wrong with them, giving Mandy the few extra moments she needed to get dressed. At last, Nina opened the door. Only Jody stood in the hallway.

“We’re back,” said Jody. “My parents sent me to get Mandy.”

“Oh, hey,” said Nina.

“Did you two have fun?” Jody asked as Mandy came walking over.

“Yep, we did!” exclaimed Mandy happily.

“Well, that’s good,” said Jody. “What’s this on your face, kiddo?”

“Juices,” answered Mandy was a mischevious grin.

Jody immediately looked up at Nina, who blushed with embarassment. But Jody’s look of shock only lasted a moment. Finally, she smiled, and then laughed. “I’d love to stay and here more,” said Jody, “but Mom wants Mandy to go to bed.”

She stepped closer to Nina, then reached out, and put a hand on her waist. She smiled devilishly. “Maybe I could come back after I drop off Mandy and we could have a little fun? Or am I too old for you?”

Again, Nina blushed, but this time she laughed. She was surprised to find that the idea of Jody coming back for a little fun greatly appealed to her. But there was something else she had to do first. This experience with Mandy had opened her eyes.

“I can’t,” said Nina. “I have to go talk to my mom.”

“Good for you,” said Jody. “I hope you work it out. Come on, little slut. Let’s go.”

“Bye Nina!” said Mandy as she gave Nina a hug.

“Bye angel,” said Nina. “I’ll have to babysit again sometime.”

Mandy smiled and nodded her approval, then stepped out into the hall. Jody turned to face Nina with a serious expression on her face. Then she opened her arms to her friend and the two girls embraced.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” whispered Jody into her ear.

“I know,” Nina replied. “I won’t.”

“Good luck with your mom,” said Jody.

Jody kissed Nina on the lips, then stepped back, and joined Mandy out in the hall. Once the two were gone, Nina shut the door behind her, and quickly packed up her stuff. She hurried out to her car in the parking lot, climbed inside, and headed for home.

By Emma Star

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

“Mom, you home?”

Nina Edwards called out to an empty house. She shut the front door behind her and kicked off her sneakers. She shrugged her purple backpack off her shoulders and let it slide down her back, where she deftly caught the strap with one hand. Then she set it down on the floor, against the wall.

Their house was like any other suburban house in southern Massachusetts. In front of her was a hall which led to the kitchen. To her left was the dining room. To the right was the living room. A carpeted staircase led up to the second floor. Nina walked up the stairs, into her room, and into the adjoining bathroom. She peed ,then took a moment to admire herself in the mirror.

She was 16 years old and a little short for her age. She wore tight, faded blue jeans which hugged her lean legs and her full, firm butt. It had been a warm day so she’d only worn a pink, V-neck t-shirt which showed just a little cleavage at the right angles. Her boy friend, Rich, had clearly appreciated the choice of clothing as he tried to catch a peek down her shirt. They’d been dating for two months but had yet to do anything but kiss. She was a very pretty girl, with honey-gold hair down to the bottom of her neck, green eyes, and just the right amount of brown freckles on her nose and cheeks. All in all, she was happy about her looks.

Mostly, she got them from her dad’s side of the family. Colin and Patricia Edwards had been married at 18, had a daughter when they were 26, then had been divorced at 36 when Nina was only 10 years old. They had decided that they were no longer in love and that a loveless marriage was no environment in which to raise a child. Although Colin Edwards had moved out six years ago, he and his ex-wife were good friends and he maintained a close relationship with his daughter.

Nina sat down in front of the computer and switched it on. But something wasn’t right. The monitor wouldn’t work. She fiddled with the wires and did everything she could think of to fix it, but to no avail. Nina gave a frustrated groan and turned off the computer. She scooted back her chair and walked out of her room. She turned and moved down the master bedroom at the end of the hall — her mother’s room. She sat down at her mother’s computer and accessed Hotmail so she could write an email to her friend.

But as she opened the site, she saw that her mother had never logged out. Curious, Nina looked at her mother’s inbox. Most of the new messages were from her mother’s friends. One, however, stood out. It was an email titled: “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2” from someone called [email protected]. Nina looked over her shoulder. No mother in sight. She opened the email and read its contents:

“Hey Pat, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve posted part 2 of Lana on Nifty. Check it out and let me know what you think. Here’s the URL:”

The URL was displayed underneath. Nina didn’t know what Nifty was or what “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2” meant, but by this point she was burning with curiosity. She clicked the link and it took her to a simple site containing two text links — one to “The Nudity of Lana, Part 1” and the other to “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2”. She dragged the cursor to the first title. When she clicked it, a story appeared in the window. She began to read.

By the time she’d finished both parts, her jaw was hanging open. It was a story about a 13 year old girl who visits a nudist hiking trail and meets a group of female nudists. Finally, the girl, Lana, removes her clothes and joins in the fun, playing, bathing, and talking with the other naked women. There was no sex in the story, but it had strong lesbian undertones. Nina had no doubt about the direction the story was going. This opened up new questions. Was her mom a lesbian? Or bisexual? Was she into nudism? Was she turned on by the thought of a naked, 13-year-old girl?

Nina backtracked until she was able to find the main site. There were several categories of stories available but the only one which had been clicked was the “Lesbian” category. Nina clicked it and a new set of categories came up. “Adult youth”, “Young friends”, “High school”, and “Incest” had all been accessed. She clicked “Adult youth” and scanned the list of stories which had been highlighted. “The Nudity of Lana” was one. Another story, “Her Vacation Girl” caught her eye and she began to read.

This story was even more telling than the last. It was about a woman in her mid-20’s and a 15 year old girl who meet two little girls over the Internet who are interested in experimenting with an older woman. They pick up the girls from the mall, go back to their hotel room, and spend the night having a four-way lesbian orgy.

Nina was stunned. Her sweet, beautiful, perfectly normal mother was reading these kinds of stories. Even if she wasn’t a lesbian, she definitely had a thing for young girls with older women. How could this be her mother? Her mother was a fourth-grade teacher, not some wanton sex fiend. Maybe there was some mistake.

Just then, an IM window popped up. Apparently her mother hadn’t logged off AIM either. The message was from a screen name Nina didn’t recognize — MaryD4326. Nina thought to close it, but her curiosity again got the better of her. She checked the profile. It was a 31-year-old woman from Georgia. There was nothing strange in the profile at all.

“Hey there,” said Mary D over the instant message.

“Hi,” Nina typed back.

“Alice and I really miss you,” Mary said.

“I miss you, too,” Nina replied, not knowing what else to say. She felt a little guilty pretending to be her mother, but she wanted to know who this woman was. And who was Alice?

“She watched the tape we made every time she comes over for the night,” said Mary.

“Good,” said Nina.

“Her favorite part is when she’s licking your asshole while you eat me out. Whoever thought my niece would love giving a woman a rimjob so much. But she just takes off all her clothes, sits on the couch, and fingers herself while she watches it.”

Nina was completely floored. She suddenly remembered the trip her mother had taken to Georgia two weeks earlier, while Nina visited her father. She’d said it was a business trip. She didn’t mention anything about having sex with another woman and her niece. Nina had no idea what to say or do.

“I put it on the computer, too. Check it out,” said Mary.

A window popped up asking if Nina wanted to watch a streaming video clip. Against her better judgement, she clicked Accept. A window opened showing a video of her mother, sitting on the edge of an unfamiliar bed, completely naked from head to toe. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and she seemed perfectly natural and comfortable, sitting there with her legs crossed, hiding all but a small tuft of pubic hair, and her C cup breasts hanging free. She was talking to someone behind the camera. Nina turned up the volume.

“Hurry up, Mary,” said her mother to the hidden person.

“I’m not sure it’s on,” said the voice of Mary.

“The red light is on,” replied her mother.

“Hmm,” Mary replied.

“Come on,” said her mother. “Alice wants to get her pussy licked.”

Just then, a little redheaded girl, wearing nothing but pink panties and socks, ran into the frame. She climbed on the bed and into Nina’s mother’s arms. Pat wrapped the child in a warm, loving embrace which the girl eagerly returned.

“Right, sweetie?” Pat asked the topless child.

“Right!” exclaimed Alice happily, smiling at the camera. She was an adorable girl, with pale skin and freckles on her face and shoulders. When she smiled, Nina could see that many of her teeth were missing, baby teeth which had fallen out. It was hard to reconcile the girl’s precious face with the open, animal lust on her mother’s face as Pat surveyed the girl’s flat chest.

Nina watched, mesmerized and horrified, as her mother began to grope the little girl’s chest. Then her hand slid down Alice’s stomach and into her crotch. Through the pink panties, her mother rubbed the girl’s vagina, making Alice writhe in pleasure. With her free hand, her mother turned the girl’s face towards hers. Nina saw their tongues entwine just before their lips sealed. She watched as her mother and this innocent child passionately French kissed. Alice was now on Nina’s mother’s lap, grinding her tiny butt against her mother’s crotch.

Without breaking the kiss, Nina’s mother slid her hands from Alice’s chest to her waist. She grabbed her panties and pulled them off as Alice tucked her knees to accommodate her. The girl’s small, immature pussy was now plainly visible, pink and devoid of hair. Likewise, Nina’s mother had spread her legs, giving the camera, and Nina, a clear view of her mother’s cunt. It was soaking wet by this point. Nina could barely comprehend. Of course, her mother was a woman and had the desires of a woman, but Nina could never have expected anything like this. Her mother was ravenous with sexual hunger for the 9 year old on her lap.

Suddenly, there was a movement in front of the camera, and Mary herself stepped into the frame. She looked like Alice, with the same red hair and freckles, but with breasts and a full-figured, voluptuous body. Mary, who was dressed in a blue, strapless bra, blue thong panties, and a garter belt with blue stockings, sat down on the bed beside Nina’s mother. She smiled happily as her friend molested her niece.

By now, Nina’s mother had her fingers in Alice’s lap. Nina watched as her mother continued to passionately kiss the 9-year-old girl while her fingernails teased the tiny vagina. Pat’s middle finger pressed against the opening gently until the tip had slipped inside. Alice began to squirm wildly, grinding her crotch against the much older woman’s hand.

Nina watched, transfixed to the screen, as her mother drew her finger out of the girl’s tender pussy and held it up to the girl’s face. Alice broke the kiss, looked at the finger for a moment, then opened her mouth. Nina’s mother put her finger in the girl’s mouth, then her lips closed around it. Alice sucked her pussy juice off the finger and smiled. Pat smiled back.

Alice closed her eyes and moved in for another kiss, but Nina’s mother drew back. Alice pouted. For all her sexuality, she was a child, and children got upset when they didn’t get what they wanted. Nina’s mother gave her a hug, holding the naked child against her bare breasts.

“I want to kiss you some more,” said Alice.

“I know, but we need to let Aunt Mary have some fun, too,” Nina’s mother replied, using the same voice she’d used with Nina as a child.

“Aww,” whined Alice.

“I have an idea,” said Mary. “Alice, why don’t you suck on Pat’s tits while she and I kiss?”

“OK!” said Alice happily, delighted at the idea.

“Good,” said Mary, then she turned to Pat. “Now come here, you. Mmmm . . .”

Her words were cut off as the two women locked lips. Pat wrapped her arms around the back of Mary’s neck while Mary rubbed Pat’s thighs. Somehow, seeing this really drove the point home for Nina. Seeing her mother kissing and fingering a little girl was so impossible that she couldn’t believe it. Seeing her mother, naked, kissing a woman in lingerie, made it real. Her mother was a lesbian. A very active lesbian.

While the two women kissed, Alice, now sitting beside Nina’s mother, leaned in towards Pat’s chest. Pat raised her arm to allow the girl better access. Alice took one of the large breasts in her tiny hand, squeezing the nipples, and began to suck eagerly. Her mother began to moan through the kisses. Apparently, her nipples were a very sensitive spot.

Just then, the video stream stopped. Another IM from Mary popped up.

“I almost forgot. I uploaded the pics too. Want to see them?” she asked over IM.

“OK,” Nina typed in response, not knowing why.

Mary sent a link and Nina clicked it. Another window opened which showed a list of JPEG images. She clicked on the top one and worked her way down. Some of them were perfectly normal. She saw a picture of Pat, Mary, and Alice at the beach. Then a picture of Alice in a cute, one-piece yellow bathing suit, making a sand castle. There was a picture of Mary and Pat together at some kind of club. And there was another of Mary and Alice, fully clothed, hugging warmly.

But then, there were the others:

The three lovers lying side by side, masturbating, with Alice in the middle.

Mary, on her back, with Alice squatting over her face, getting her pussy licked.

Pat and Mary, on all fours, kissing each other.

Alice and Pat curled up together, naked, fast asleep.

Her mother one her hands and knees with Alice, kneeling behind her, wearing only a strap-on dildo, looking over her shoulder at the camera and smiling sweetly.

And, most shocking of all, Nina saw a picture of her naked mother, sitting in a bathtub, while Mary peed on her face. Her mother seemed to be reveling in it, opening her mouth wide to receive the piss. It dripped down her chin and covered her breasts.

Suddenly, she heard the door open downstairs. “Nina, sweetie, you home?” she heard her mother call.

Quickly, Nina closed all the windows she’d opened. She quickly ran into her room, jumped on her bed, and turned on the television. By the time her mother began to walk up the stairs, she was watching a talk show. Her mother walked into the room. She sat down on the bed beside her daughter and kissed her on the forehead.

“Hi, honey,” she said.

“Hey, Mom,” Nina replied, her voice quavering.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“Nope,” the teenager replied.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

Nina felt her heart freeze. She looked up at her mother. Pat Edwards was a tan woman with long, brown hair. Despite being in her early forties, she still had a marvelous figure. She was a perfect vision of feminine beauty and female sensuality. Her chocolate brown eyes gleamed as she looked at her daughter.

“What . . .”

“Your algebra test?”

Nina breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“I got an A.”

“That’s wonderful!”

Nina’s mother hugged her tightly. Somehow, Nina felt dirty, as if hugging her mother after what she’d just witnessed was wrong. But she couldn’t say anything. After that, her mother told her what they were having for dinner, then walked into her room.

Nina sat there for a moment, in a daze. She couldn’t believe that her mother, the woman who’d raised her, loved her, and cared for her her entire life, could actually do something like she’d just witnessed on the computer. When she had looked at her mother, she hadn’t seen a woman in a smart, business suit. She’d seen her naked, fingering a little girl, or kissing a full-figured redhead in lingerie.

Softly, Nina began to cry.

Continue on to Chapter 2