Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

Susan Thomas felt this summer vacation would be the best one she would ever have. She had decided long ago to see just how decadent she could be, and the results were, so far, making her life wonderful. She had been sexually precocious for as long as she could remember. She would slide down the poles on the jungle gym at school and feel the sensation on her very young pussy. That was in first grade. By the time she was in third grade, she was already masturbating, although orgasms had as yet eluded her. She became known in her neighborhood as the girl to ask about such things, and that had led to its share of games. Games that usually ended up with her and the others naked and happy.

She had shown her friend Heather how to masturbate when they were nine. Heather was as sexually adventurous as she was. And Heather had shown her gratitude for the next three years in their times together. In fact, they’d had their first orgasms together in a mutual masturbation fest. Heather’s had been the first pussy Susan had tasted, as hers had been Heather’s first. By the age of ten they would spend the night with each other and lay awake in bed long into the night, rubbing, humping, kissing, and forming a sweet 69, which Susan had learned about by sneaking and watching one of her parents’ videos. In fact, she and Heather would get it on with each other whenever the opportunity presented itself.

It was at the school’s end-of-the-year picnic just today that they had sneaked off to find a shady spot in the woods to have a little sex session. It was then they had been caught by Miss Simmons. At first they were mortified. Pictures of their parents’ shock and anger at what their little girls had been caught doing had filled their minds. But, as it was, things turned out very differently. Now they had a club. A Secret Club. She and Heather had even decided on a name for the club. “The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club,” of course. It all started when the girls made their own plans for what to do after eating their picnic lunch.

Susan had been sitting with Heather watching the other seventh graders kicking a soccer ball, throwing a Frisbee, and just running around. She was bored.

“Hey, where can we go to be alone?” Heather had nearly read her thoughts.

“Maybe we could just sneak away for a little while. That would suit me.”

“Okay. Let’s do it. I want to lick you, and I certainly can’t do that here.”

Heather’s words made Susan wet. Her pussy began to tingle gently with the anticipation of getting away alone with Heather.

As they wandered away from the others, they didn’t notice Miss Jennifer Simmons, their teacher, watching them. She had been observing the young girls and wondered just how close their friendship truly was. She was 23 now, in her first year of teaching, but when she had been the girls’ age, she’d had a friend that she enjoyed playing adult games with. These two seemed to be just as close as she and Lisa had been. When she watched them furtively sneaking their way into the woods, she was sure of it. They were going off to be alone, and not just to talk, she guessed. They could have done that almost anywhere on the field where the teachers could see them. These girls were going off to do things far from the prying eyes of adults. Either that, or they were skipping, but she doubted that. They had never skipped before and just weren’t the type to do that. No, a sixth sense told her they had sex on the brain, and that sixth sense was rarely wrong.

The thought of her and Lisa in their early adolescent horniness surfaced as it did often. She suddenly felt a stirring deep in her pussy that she recognized as an itch that would soon need to be scratched. She was the only woman she knew, except Lisa of course, who would qualify as a pedophile. Luckily, Lisa worked as another seventh grade teacher at the school as well. They both still longed for the taste of sweet young pussy, the younger the better. They were always on the lookout for young girls to teach more than math or science to. She decided to follow the girls to make sure that was what they were up to, although she was sure that it was. She told Lisa that she would be back after checking something out. Lisa must have seen the girls too, for she simply nodded and smiled, whispering a quick, “Good luck!”

Susan and Heather ducked into the cover of the trees and looked back to see if they’d been seen. They saw nobody looking in their direction. Miss Simmons seemed to be walking their way, but she stopped to speak to a group of boys who were playing a bit too roughly. Satisfied they had escaped notice, they began to walk farther into the woods to find the privacy they longed for.

On the way to follow the girls, Jennifer stopped for a moment to speak to some boys who were rough-housing. She then began to make her way toward the place in the woods where the two girls had entered the shady covering.

Susan and Heather had walked maybe fifty yards into the woods when they encountered a small clearing. A lean-to had been constructed, probably by some boys, over against a large oak tree. It seemed like a perfect place to have some private fun. Quickly they shed their clothing and lay in the bed of straw that covered the area beneath the lean-to.

“You think anyone will miss us?” asked Heather.

“I doubt it. Everyone is playing too hard, and Miss Simmons didn’t even see us leave. Now come closer.”

The girls began to kiss with a passion many twelve-year-olds have never known. Their tongues entwined and their hands began to explore each other’s breasts. Their tiny nipples atop their small breasts hardened into puckered nubs instantly as they gently pinched the nipples and began to knead the small titties they each had.

Susan moved her face down toward Heather’s titty. Though small, her breast was very rounded for a twelve-year-old’s. She had a small pink nipple that Susan found totally exciting. She began to suck as Heather lay back to let the adult feeling of sexual excitement wash over her. Susan took the small tit into her mouth, licking all of it as the small orb of flesh disappeared into her mouth. Susan’s hand moved down to the other girl’s mound, which was barely covered by an extremely thin down of hair that seemed to concentrate itself in a slim line along the edges of her pussy slit. It was a light brown color, slightly darker than the blond hair on her head, and Susan never tired of playing her fingers through the wispy pubic hairs.

This she did just before laying her middle finger across the slit to part the soft lips that hid Heather’s budding womanhood. Once there, her finger knew instinctively what to do. She and Heather had been lovers for three years now, and the familiarity with each other’s body allowed them to satisfy each other completely. Her finger moved in gentle circles, coaxing the tiny nub of her clitoris into attention. Her little girl juices were already flowing, as were Susan’s. She tenderly speared the girl’s pussy with her finger, while laying her palm across the mound to massage the slit into further excitement.

It was this sight that greeted Jennifer Simmons as she approached the clearing. Looking at the foot of the oak tree, she saw the girls’ garments in a heap. She could see the lower half of their bodies, but not their faces, so she couldn’t tell who was doing the fingering and who was being fingered. All she knew was that it made her pussy go from a slight simmer to a full boil in seconds to see them in such a sexual embrace.

As she watched the hand of one of the girls massage and finger the other girl’s sweet, young pussy, Jennifer began to rub her hands over her body quietly. She longed to join them, but was afraid of frightening them and causing them to stop what they were doing. She wanted them to continue more than anything else right now. The show itself was more than she had hoped for. She felt if they were caught too soon, not only would she not be able to coax them into joining her and Lisa for more fun, but they might become so scared that they would accept the risk of getting in trouble. She would have to play this carefully, catching them after she herself had cum. At least she could guarantee herself that much.

Unbuckling her belt and quietly unzipping and unsnapping her pants, she pushed her hand down toward the creamy mound that was screaming for attention. It wouldn’t take her long, she thought to herself. She hadn’t seen young girls together in a long time, and the vision that was before her now had her hotter than she had been in a while.

Reaching in, she began to massage her now soaking pussy mound, concentrating on the clit for maximum stimulation. As she rubbed herself into a sexual frenzy, she watched the girls playing with each other’s pussy. A hand was now at each of the pussies. A tiny titty was now in view as well. Jennifer just stood there, her hand at her steamy cunt and her eyes on the girls’ nearly hairless mounds. Fingers were going in and out of all three.

Unaware of their voyeur, Heather had started to finger Susan as well, but she wanted more. She wanted to lick Susan’s sweet little pussy, and she meant to do just that. She loved the fresh taste of Susan’s tiny slit. She began to move her body around so that her head was at Susan’s hips. As she did this, she froze, seeing Miss Simmons. She was utterly terrified at the prospect of what would now happen. The whole school would know. Her parents would know. She would probably be sent to some juvenile delinquents’ home or something.

Susan noticed her sudden attitude and body language. Heather had, for some reason, suddenly lost all interest in their little play time. Looking at Heather, she quickly realized they’d been caught. She turned her head, and what greeted her was indeed shocking, but for entirely different reasons.

For a split second, she, too, had spun an entire play of events that caused her incredible anguish. But then she saw what Heather, in her terror, had not seen yet. Miss Simmons was masturbating. The entire scene of having realized they were caught had lasted perhaps only two seconds. Miss Simmons had obviously been masturbating while watching them get it on. Her hand was still down the front of her unclasped pants, and her eyes, for the moment, were closed in ecstasy. Susan smiled at this knowledge. Miss Simmons was getting very close to coming herself, excited at the sight of her and Heather getting it on.

“Don’t worry,” Susan whispered. “Look down at her hand.”

Heather’s jaw dropped as she noticed what Susan already had. The realization dawned on the two girls that they had each other in a sort of stand-off where they each had “the goods” on the other. Miss Simmons couldn’t tell on them because they would tell on her as well. Their sudden mutual masturbation society had become a mutual blackmail society as well.

The thought of Miss Simmons watching them and masturbating caused an entirely knew sensation to pass through the girls. Suddenly, they wanted to know what an older woman’s pussy was like…how it tasted, how it felt…everything.

Miss Simmons opened her eyes and saw that the girls had noticed her. She noticed the girls were looking at the area where her hand was still pressed against her mound. She had not intended to get caught, of course, but the fact that they had all seen each other involved in acts they shouldn’t have been was serendipitous. Jennifer realized she could use it to get the girls into a little secret club where only the girls, Lisa, and she were the members. Although masturbation was not something she could be fired for, doing so while watching two of her twelve-year-old female students was. Yes, it may indeed have been a fortunate occurrence. It forced all of their hands, she thought, smiling at the pun.

“Well, I guess we caught each other red-handed, so to speak,” she said to the naked girls. The girls grinned. Yes, they certainly understood the implications, and both seemed okay with the idea. In fact, they seemed positively delighted. And why shouldn’t they be? Nobody was going to get into trouble here, only into each other’s pussies.

Jennifer walked over to where the young girls sat beneath the lean-to and sat down beside them after pulling her pants and panties to her knees. She delighted in the way the two girls stared at her full-grown pussy.

“I figured since you showed me yours, I would show you mine,” Jennifer laughed, recalling the age-old line from childhood. “So what all have you two done before?”

“Everything,” said Susan.

“Do you know what all that includes?” Jennifer asked, wondering if the girls had enjoyed oral sex.

“What do you think it means?” asked Heather.

“Does the student want a teacher? Okay. To me it means kissing, touching, fingering, and licking pussies and titties, and maybe some things I haven’t mentioned yet.”

The girls nodded. “Yeah, we’ve done those things,” said Susan. “Have you?”

Jennifer looked into the girls’ eyes. “Since around the time you were born,” she said, knowing they knew her age and would do the math. This would tell them she had been just like they were.

“But you would have been only eleven when we were born,” said Heather. “Were you our age?”

“As a matter of fact, I was twelve when I had my first sex with a girl. I had been masturbating even before then. I had my first orgasm when I was nine.

The girls were in awe of her. They had never thought that anyone else could be like they were. It was typical of the age. Jennifer called it the “nobody is like me” stage kids go through.

“Well, girls, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, and we do have to be getting back soon. Care to continue?”

“Let’s make a chain,” Heather suggested. The daisy chain seemed just fine with Susan as well.

The girls watched as Miss Simmons lifted her top and bra to expose her breasts. They were mesmerized by the breasts that were large compared to theirs. “First, you two get one each,” she said, and the girls dived for the adult titties with relish.

Small mouths clamped onto the swollen nipples, sucking and licking fervently. Miss Simmons lay back and let the girls have their time with her tit flesh. She continued stroking her fiery pussy as they did, nearly reaching orgasm several times, but holding off until they could become more intimate.

Soon the girls were eager to try her pussy, so she let them devour it, licking and sucking the adult mound while they fingered their own pussies in the intense excitement. Miss Simmons came then, unable to hold it back. Their pretty little mouths exciting her in ways that she had only dreamed of since she was their age. Finally, Jennifer suggested they begin their daisy chain so they could all come and get back to the school yard before they were missed.

Each of the two young girls lay on their sides, Susan’s mouth to Heather’s as Heather reached for her teacher’s larger pussy. Jennifer–Miss Simmons forever to the children–began to lick and suck Susan’s sweet, tender young pussy like a starving baby at her mother’s breast. She licked all around the tiny folds of skin, popping the small nub of a clit into her drooling mouth and sucking it.

Miss Simmons felt Heather’s fingers exploring her larger and hairier cunt. She managed to get three fingers into her steaming vagina, and began to pump away while her little mouth and tongue glued themselves to the frothy cunt. She sure knows what she’s doing, thought Jennifer as her body was wracked with yet another orgasm.

Her own mouth explored Susan’s tight pussy. She was able to cover the entire slit with her mouth and push her tongue into the young girl’s sexual orifice. The little pussy was nearly hairless, and the cum juices were intoxicatingly sweet, like fresh honey straight from the hive. She felt Susan begin to stiffen and push her hips toward the endless onslaught of Jennifer’s mouth, lips, and tongue. She knew the little girl was going to cum, and she renewed her efforts to get the precious twelve-year-old over the hump to a mind blasting orgasm. She sensed the same reactions from Heather. Her little body was reacting to Susan’s ministrations as well, building toward the inevitable wash of wave after wave of cumming.

Finally, the girls began to spasm and their bodies churned as their orgasms spun through them.

Soon, all three had finished cumming, the two twelve-year-old nymphs and the twenty-three-year-old seductress. She was happy that Heather needed no instruction in the practice of pussy licking. She had done a marvelous job of making her teacher come, not once, but twice more after her initial orgasm caused by the young girls’ simultaneous assault on her pussy. But all good things must end, and it was important that they all return to the school yard.

The most important thing now was to make sure they weren’t seen by anyone. It wouldn’t be good if they were seen leaving the woods. Questions would be asked, and the only plausible story Miss Simmons could come up with was that the girls were interested in the flora of the woods and she had gone out there with them during the picnic to take the opportunity to teach them about the environment. While she would certainly be believed, it would cause people to notice if she were spending any extra time with the girls, which she sincerely hoped she could do without being caught. Spending too much time with the girls in the woods could look suspicious, even though a female pedophile was rare. Of course what the administration of this school didn’t know was that there were two of them on the faculty. And Jennifer intended to include Lisa as much as possible as well.

“Won’t Miss Taylor notice you were gone for so long?” Susan asked.

“Don’t you worry about Miss Taylor.” Again she looked at the girls as if imparting a wonderful secret. “Just who do you think I did these things with when I was your age?”

Both girls stopped in their tracks, shocked again. They looked at each other, wide-eyed, with jaws hanging open as well.

Looking back at Miss Simmons, Heather said, “You mean you and Miss Taylor–?”

“That’s exactly what I mean. In fact, we share a condo, which has two bedrooms only to make people think we sleep in separate rooms. We don’t, of course. I use one of the rooms to keep my belongings in just to fool people. I am certain she will want to join our little club as well. But, of course you understand that there can never be a word about this to anyone. She and I would go to jail, and you could both end up in a reform school for girls. And while some of the things that go on there would please you, many of them wouldn’t.”

“Don’t worry, Miss Simmons. We would never tell a soul. It would ruin our club meetings.” Both the girls laughed at this statement by Heather, and Jennifer joined in the laughter.

As they approached the edge of the woods that led out again onto the school yard, they looked toward the playing children and Miss Taylor. Susan and Heather saw her in a different light now. They felt like a part of a conspiratorial group. And the idea that Miss Taylor may not guess that they knew was exciting as well. It was like an extra secret that would last until Miss Simmons told her life-long friend and lover.

Deciding the coast was clear, Miss Simmons suggested they go ahead and exit the woods. She had told them what their story would be if they were seen. It wouldn’t do to have them all telling different versions if they were questioned.

As it turned out, Lisa Taylor was the only one who saw them. Her pussy began to dance as she realized the chumminess of the group could only mean one thing. They had been gone far too long not to have had some fun together, and Lisa was dying to try out the two young girls herself as soon as she could get alone with them. They were both very pretty girls, reminding her of Jennifer and her when they were that age. Of course they were still very pretty at 23, but what they both wanted more than anything was a young girl to whom they could teach everything about sex. And now, it appeared, they had two.

Lisa watched as the two girls went off to play by themselves and Jennifer, whom she called Jen, came over to where she was standing. When she got there, Lisa leaned in a bit and sniffed. Yes, it was true. She could smell the scent of young pussy on Jen’s mouth and chin. She had been standing there clenching her thighs together, and the aroma of the little girl’s pussy along with the realization that she, too, would soon be enjoying the children made her cum right in the middle of the school yard. She reached out for Jen’s shoulder to steady herself as the orgasm peaked, then passed. Jennifer, of course, knew what was happening and allowed Lisa to finish before speaking.

They were standing apart from all the children, out of earshot, so Jen could be free with her words. “They were nude when I got to them. They are very experienced. They caught me rubbing my pussy, and I caught them in the middle of everything. It worked out better than you can imagine.”

Lisa looked over at the girls now. They were looking at her and smiling. Smiling with a knowledge that this was all about fun and keeping secrets, and smiling at the knowledge that she, too, was a part of their little club. And then each girl lifted her hand and waved secretively, shy but excited smiles still plastered on their cherubic faces.

“I’m going to have to change my panties as soon as we get home.”

“So am I,” Jennifer answered.

Of course, Susan didn’t know exactly what Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor had said, but she knew what it was about. And the look on Miss Taylor’s face had said she was, indeed, excited about the idea of their little club. She and Heather had watched the women talking, and Miss Taylor had looked like she might cum. Or maybe she had; Susan couldn’t tell for sure, but she thought it was odd she’d never touched her pussy if she had, indeed, had an orgasm right there in the school yard. Miss Taylor had made it a point to stop and speak with the girls before they left school.

“You won’t tell?” she had asked quietly, assuring herself.

“Not unless you do,” had been Susan’s reply.

“Well, I certainly won’t,” she’d replied.

“Miss Taylor?” Susan asked.

“Yes, hon?”

“Did you, um, did you have an orgasm a minute ago?”

“Yes.”

“Without even touching yourself?” asked Heather.

“Yep. It’s called a spontaneous orgasm. They’re wonderful.” The two twelve-year-olds marveled at this news. They had no idea you could come that way.

They made a date with Miss Taylor for them all to meet at the mall the next afternoon after the adults had finished with their day’s work at the school, finishing everything up for the previous year and preparing for the coming year. The students last day was today, but the teachers had to work until Friday. After that they would all have the entire summer and beyond to enjoy each other.

 

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cheryl Taggert

The sun was shining in the window when Heather awoke the next morning. She was starting to get over her jealousy of her little sister Tina’s relationship with Susan, her best friend. After all, there was plenty of fun for them all. She looked over at the twin bed that Tina now lay in, smiling at a dream she was having. Heather got up from her bed and eased over to Tina’s, but not before checking to make sure the bedroom door was locked. She also checked to be sure it had closed tightly because sometimes the door would swell ever so slightly and would appear to be closed when it was not.

Heather knelt by the bed and watched her baby sister sleep. She could understand Susan’s infatuation with her. She was very pretty. Her soft blonde hair was down to the middle of her back, and she had little dimples in her cheeks that made her look so cute. Unlike many sisters, Heather was happy her little sister was so pretty. That made the fun they had all the better.

As Heather watched Tina sleep, she noticed that Tina’s breathing was becoming a bit faster than was usual for sleeping. The covers were over her to mid tummy, and she lay on her left side facing Heather. Her right arm was out of the covers, but her left was still under them, out of sight. It was in noticing this that Heather saw that there were little movements beneath the covers in the area where Tina’s hips flared ever so gently beneath the covers. Heather wondered if Tina was having a sex dream and was masturbating in her sleep. Tina was eleven now, the same age Heather was when she began having such delightful dreams. The thought that Tina might be dreaming and masturbating at the same time caused Heather’s pussy to begin to tingle a bit. She decided to find out without waking Tina, who slept like the dead anyway.

Raising the covers, Heather saw exactly what she thought she would. Tina’s left hand was rubbing her little pussy over her panties, gently squeezing the mound in drowsy but obvious enjoyment. Heather could smell her juices as they dampened her panties. She knew Tina wouldn’t want Mom to notice the stains, so she decided to help her little sister out of her cotton panties.

Gently, she took the elastic band of the panties and began to nudge them down over the small flare of Tina’s hips. Tina was completely unaware that anything out of the ordinary was happening. Heather had learned from experience that something as mild as undressing Tina would not wake her. She remembered her father holding Tina by her ankles as she slept without waking her. She had wet the bed until she was seven because of her inability to wake up. Mom had finally forbidden her to drink anything for three hours before bedtime. Anyway, that deep sleep of hers was an advantage now. Heather suddenly imagined that it would be an advantage for her for years to come.

Still pulling, Heather managed to slip the panties off of her little sister. Tina’s left hand had never stopped its squeezing. Once the panties had been taken out of the way, she simply continued to rub and squeeze her soft, swollen mound. In fact, Tina let out a little moan in her sleep. Obviously, the skin-to-skin contact was much better, even in her sleep.

Mesmerized, Heather continued to watch her little sister masturbating for a moment. She wondered what dream she could be having. Maybe it was about her? Or perhaps it concerned Susan, Tina’s newest lover? Maybe it was about all three of them together the way they had been yesterday afternoon? All Heather knew for sure was that she was getting very turned on watching Tina play with her little mound. She watched as her index and middle fingers separated the folds of her pussy, easing between the lips and beginning direct rubbing of the small, hooded clitoris that was now peeking out of its hiding place.

Heather eased Tina onto her back with a tiny nudge. As she drifted onto her back, her legs spread, making her wet pussy more accessible. Tina began to increase the tempo of her actions, rubbing her moist lips with more of a rhythm to match her building excitement. Reaching down to her own pussy, Heather eased her hand into her panties and began to rub and finger herself. She was surprised at how truly wet her little slit had become.

With her hand still kneading the flesh of her small clit and surrounding area, Heather moved between Tina’s spread legs, placing her mouth directly over the mound where Tina’s fingers were now having a field day. Leaning down, she placed her lips onto the moistened slit. She licked it, darting her tongue here and there, making Tina moan with increased passion. She dipped her tongue into the tiny hole that was her vagina. Her hymen had been taken in a bicycle accident, so Heather did not need to worry about any resistance from that. Heather pressed a bit harder into the soft, swollen mound of her little sister’s pussy.

Tina began to move her hips in a rocking motion, meeting the tongue in reality that was probably also performing the same dance in her dream. Heather was so hot that she was making her own fingers dance across the slippery inner labia of her hot little twat. Tina’s hand had dropped away once Heather’s tongue had taken its place, so Heather had full access to every fold and crease in the tiny love box. Heather’s tongue began to match the rhythm of Tina’s thrusts. As she tongued the pussy of her sister who was only a year younger than she was, Heather realized that they were both speeding toward mind-crashing orgasms. She, for one, couldn’t wait. She glanced up at Tina, who was still asleep, still dreaming of her dream lover, whoever that was. Her head tossed from side to side. Whatever her brain was telling her, her body was screaming about the approaching orgasm.

Heather devoured Tina’s ripe pussy, slobbering over the labia, adding her spit to the flow of Tina’s vagina. Just a few more seconds and they would both be tossed over the brink of the waterfall that would signal the start of their orgasm. Right there…right THERE… yes… YES…”AAAHHHHH!” her mouth moaned into the dripping pussy. She felt the waves of contraction and orgasm flood Tina as well. . . .

In her mind, Tina knew she was dreaming. These things just didn’t happen in real life, and she was somehow aware that they didn’t and was thus aware of the dream. Her mind, of course, accepted the dream. It was a very sexy one.

She lay on a bed, which was covered with a completely black sheet. She was naked and as she looked down at her nakedness, she saw that she was also tied down. Her legs were spread, her arms outstretched, and her ankles and wrists were tied so that she couldn’t move, at least not to get away. And she didn’t want to get away. Standing around her were perhaps a dozen women and girls, all equally naked. They ranged in age from around six up to perhaps forty. And all of them, every one of them, was masturbating wildly as they looked at her nude body tied to the black-clad bed.

She was horny watching them. And they were equally horny watching her. Power seemed to surge throughout her body. She noticed a girl who was maybe 15 or 16 standing nearby, both hands busy at her hair-covered pussy. She was pistoning her fingers in and out of her drenched vagina. No, she was pushing her entire HAND into herself. She was fucking herself with one hand while the other was a blur on her clitoris, which protruded into easy view.

Tina then saw a little girl about 6 or 7 who was the youngest. Her pussy was totally bare, but she had tiny breasts, with nipples puckering out toward Tina. Suddenly the little girl was on top of Tina, her mouth seemingly glued to her breast, sucking the flesh into her hungry mouth. Her hand went to Tina’s waiting pussy, rubbing it softly.

It was at this point that Tina’s hand found her own pussy in bed. She imitated the strokes that were being pressed into her pussy in her dream.

Tina noticed the girl with her hand inside her own vagina. She had leaned over and was sucking and licking the little girl’s pussy. She was slobbering all over it in her need for the little girl’s pussy cream.

Then as suddenly as she had appeared over her, the little girl was gone, replaced by the older girl that Tina had come to call the hand girl in her dream. The hand girl kissed her passionately on the lips, exploring the inside of her mouth with her desperate tongue. Somehow she had now put her other hand into Tina’s little pussy. At first she wanted to protest in the dream, but the sensation felt no different than simply touching her pussy. The hand girl was fist-fucking herself and Tina at the same time.

Then she was gone. The woman now making love to her looked a lot like her mother. Then Tina realized that it was her mother. Her mother was lying on her and making love to her eleven-year-old daughter! Tina was more turned on in her dream than she had ever been before. The idea of making love with her mother seemed to open some sort of flood gates. The idea had never occurred to her in real life, but it was terribly erotic in her dream. Vaguely, she wondered in the part of her mind that knew it was a dream whether or not the idea when she was fully awake would be as hot as it was in the dream. Then that aware portion of her brain faded again, and she was back in the dream.

Her mother was suddenly licking her pussy. All the other women of various ages, moved closer to watch.

“Fuck your baby,” they began to chant. They repeated it in a staccato rhythm that her hips began to match in the real world. “Fuck your baby! Fuck your baby!” they continued. The volume of their chant was rising. They were all masturbating, rubbing their pussies. Then they were pairing off. Tina could see them in spite of the fact that she was tied to the bed. The hand girl and another girl her age were now finger-fucking the little girl. Other girls and women were kissing, fondling, sucking tongues, breasts, and pussies. She suddenly recognized Susan and Heather as they paired off, kissing and fondling each other while keeping one eye on Tina. Her mind reeled with the eroticism of the images that undulated and throbbed before her young eyes. Being on display in her dream turned her on incredibly.

Although their mouths were occupied with sex, Tina could still hear the chant as it echoed throughout the room. Her pussy seemed to be on fire as her mother went down on her, sucking all the juices from her tasty cunt. She could feel the approaching orgasm as it built up to a point that was like water bursting over the dam and flooding the countryside. She was almost there. Almost. Just a little more. And. And. THERE! She was cumming in her dream. Her mother’s mouth was bringing her off. It was absolutely incredible in its force.

Tina woke to the sounds of her own cries of pleasure to find her big sister Heather licking her pussy like a starving dog. Tina just lay back and enjoyed the waves that washed over her, a tidal flood of lust that was released into her older sister’s mouth. She reached for her pillow and thrust it over her mouth to muffle the cries of intense pleasure. She wouldn’t want her mother to hear and come to investigate. Then the image of the dream leapt into her mind, and the thought caused another wave of orgasm to pound her young body. She convulsed with the cresting waves. It was the best orgasmic experience of her life. She was only eleven, and already she had achieved multiple orgasms. The beat of cumming continued for several minutes.

Finally, Heather lay back, aware that her baby sister had awakened at some point while she was cumming. She looked up at the lucky young girl. Heather knew that Tina had been cumming for over a minute. Heather could have multiple orgasms as well, but not this time since masturbation usually did not result in more than one, maybe two climaxes.

Whatever that dream was, it was awfully good, Heather thought to herself. She would try to find out.

“Good morning,” she said with a knowing smile.

“Yeah,” was all Tina could muster.

“You sure had fun. What was the dream about?”

“How do you know I was dreaming?” asked Tina nervously. She didn’t want to discuss the dream and its contents. She was embarrassed that she’d had a sexual dream about her mother making love to her. Even more embarrassing was the fact that it had turned her on so much.

“Because I could tell. You were breathing rapidly; you were moaning; and most of all, you were masturbating under the covers.”

“Well, I don’t remember it,” Tina said, not looking at Heather. Heather could tell she was lying. She remembered. She just didn’t want Heather to know about it. Why not? What could be so personal she couldn’t share it with her older sister? She decided to prod her for answers.

“Yes, you do. I can tell that too. You’re lying. Why?”

“Listen, I just don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“Fine. But I am the one who helped you with that mind-blowing orgasm. And I AM family, so I can’t see where telling me about it would be so bad. I mean, whatever it was, it really had you going.”

Heather’s comment about being family touched a nerve. She began to think that maybe she could tell Heather. They were already in an incestuous relationship. How could she put her down for what happened in a dream?

“If I tell you, do you promise you won’t make fun of me or something? It’s really personal.”

Heather could see she was serious. It may have brought on a tremendous orgasm, but the dream also managed to upset Tina in some way. Heather could see the questions that hung just below the surface of Tina’s expression. “I won’t,” she assured her.

Tina looked at the floor. “We’re already in an incest type relationship, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Heather answered. “Why?”

“Does that ever bother you?”

“No, why should it?”

Tina was still looking at the floor. “I dreamed Mom had sex with me while a bunch of other women and girls watched and masturbated, including you and Susan.”

Heather was shocked. Not because Tina had dreamed what she did, but that she herself had both dreamed about sex with her mom AND fantasized about it. Their mother was a very pretty woman with a great figure. She had turned down numerous offers to model when she was younger because she had wanted to start a family instead. It had never occurred to Heather that her sister might end up having the same dreams and fantasies. (Well, she assumed Tina would have the fantasies. The idea had certainly turned her on enough, much as it had done for herself.)

Heather just stared at Tina. Tina’s cheeks turned crimson. She still couldn’t look Heather in the face.

“You think I’m sick, don’t you? You think I need some time in a loony bin or something, huh?” Tears had begun to well up in Tina’s frightened eyes.

Suddenly, the spell broke and Heather was able to move. She pulled her little sister to her and hugged her tight. “No, I don’t think you’re sick, and I don’t think you belong in a loony bin. I’ve had the same kinds of dreams. I’ve even fantasized about having sex with Mom while I masturbated.”

There. The truth was out now. They could now go on with whatever came next.

Tina drew back from the embrace and looked at Heather for the first time since telling her about the dream. This was unreal.

“You’re joking, aren’t you? You’re just saying that to make me feel better, aren’t you?”

“No, Tina. It’s true. I rub myself off at least once a week thinking about doing it with Mom. She’s gorgeous. I dreamed she came into our bedroom one night and made love to me. It was about as good an orgasm as you had.”

Tina looked at Heather. This was too fucking much. This was purely amazing. She was very turned on, but more than that, she had decided that she and Heather were going to seduce their own mother. It seemed almost pre-ordained or something. They would have to find a way to satisfy their lust for their mother.

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At the same time that Tina was having her incredible multiple orgasm, Jennifer and Lisa were walking out the door of their apartment for work. It was a day they looked forward to with much anticipation. Susan and Heather were going to meet with them today. They would be able to renew an activity that had long been dormant.

It hadn’t been dormant because of these two beautiful women in their early twenties and their desire to find someone willing to fulfill their lust for young girls. It had been dormant because of the risks involved in having sex with a minor. That had changed yesterday, however. They now knew two young girls who were more than willing to have fun with them while maintaining the secret of their times together.

They had spent the morning preparing for their tête á tête with glee while also spending a few moments fondling the right places, both on each other and themselves. They hoped this would be a day to remember, and for all the right reasons.

Just as Tina was telling Heather the truth about her dream, Susan was waking in her own bed a couple of blocks away with a familiar tingling sensation growing in her lower belly. She didn’t want to masturbate, though, as she and Heather were planning to have numerous orgasms later that day with Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor.

They had already had fun with Jennifer in the woods near the school yesterday at the end-of-the-year party. Now Susan was looking forward to enjoying sex with Miss Taylor as well. She wondered if she would taste anything like Miss Simmons, or would she be different? One thing she knew was she could hardly wait until they met later that day. It was going to be a wonderful day.

Little did any of them know that it would be an even better day than any of them thought!

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Cheryl Taggert

While all of these girls were waking up to the joys of the day, there was yet another female who was already having her own fun. Cheryl Daniels, Heather and Tina’s mother, was sitting at her computer watching the signal that was coming from the hidden web cam in her young daughters’ room. Heather had just finished making love to Tina.

It had taken Cheryl years to admit her voracious appetite for sex, especially sex with young girls, and several more years to admit she found her own daughters sexually appealing. When she had bathed Heather at the age of four and found herself washing the little girl’s vulva for at least five minutes — with her bare hand — she had been forced to assess her feelings. She remembered now how the soapy slickness of the little girl’s mound had excited her. When she had masturbated later to the memory of the contact — masturbated to perhaps the best orgasm she had ever experienced to that point — she had admitted to herself that she was so horny that she even found her little girls enticing.

At first she thought her incestuous desires for their sweet, young bodies would subside, but she had been wrong. As they grew up — and out — she had found herself aching to see them, to touch them, to make love to them. She had begun to see it as her job as a mother to teach her children everything about sex that she could teach them. She had only acted on the impulse once, sneaking unnoticed into their bedroom and making love to the sleeping form of Heather one night when Tina had spent the night at a friend’s. She had licked the young girl’s pussy lips so gently that she had not awakened. But she had come. Lord, how she had come. And Cheryl had come as well, fingering her gushing pussy until she exploded over the prone figure of her sleeping little girl.

Heather, who was like her little sister Tina and always slept like the dead, slept on after her orgasm. She smiled to remember how Heather had always denied being a hard sleeper, saying, “Nuh-uh! Tina’s the one who sleeps hard.” She’d been right, of course, about Tina, but wrong about herself.

There had been one nervous moment when she’d made love to Heather when she had thought she noticed that Heather had awakened momentarily, and her heart had raced in her chest until she thought the sound of it would almost certainly wake Heather. But Heather had simply shifted in the bed, unknowingly providing an easier access to her little honey pot. After they had both come, she sneaked out again and returned to bed. That had been nearly a year ago, but her condemned desires continued.  Lately, she’d found herself thinking of doing the same to Tina. And now she had placed a hidden camera in their room where the girls would never find it. It had been her habit to watch the girls dress and undress, masturbate on occasion, and a month ago, begin to have sex with each other. Of course, she, too, had masturbated to powerful orgasms whenever she watched them. Her orgasm for that morning had downgraded the raging fire in her pussy to a dull ache, which she continued to massage lightly in preparation for another.

Now as she watched the two girls after Heather had mimicked almost exactly what her mother had done to her, she noticed they were talking. She reached over and turned up the volume on the speaker that picked up the hidden microphone that had been placed in a bedside clock between their beds. Their conversation both excited and shocked her. Tina was revealing the contents of a dream — a sex dream — about her. Cheryl realized her daughter had become aroused at first by having a girl’s wet dream about her. She almost couldn’t believe her ears.

But what came next was the real shock. Heather REMEMBERED her mother’s silent seduction, but thought it had been a dream. So she had been awake, after all, but only barely so. And not only that, but the memory of the dream was a turn on for the twelve-year-old. She was admitting to her little sister that she often masturbated thinking about sex with Cheryl, her mother, who was nearly cumming from this ecstatic news. Hearing this, Cheryl placed one hand on one of her erect nipples while the other attacked her clit. The sudden awareness that her young daughters, both of them, were as sexually aroused by the thought of having sex with their mother as she was about having sex with them sent her cascading over the brink to an orgasm so powerful she nearly fell out of her chair at the computer desk.

Cheryl suddenly realized that she was going to have sex with her little girls, and sooner rather than later. All she needed to do was catch the girls, or maybe even steer the conversation to sex even, and the rest of their lives would never be the same.

She realized her daughters were making plans of their own. Plans to seduce their mother. Well, well… that would certainly make things easier. She listened to their plan. It was perfect. She would be having sex with her gorgeous daughters by tonight.

Then another snippet of conversation caught her ear. The mention of Susan, Heather’s little friend from down the street, made her tune in even more acutely. Susan was one hot little girl. More than once, Cheryl had brought herself to wonderful orgasms while fantasizing about her. One reason she had installed the hidden camera and microphone was to catch Heather and Susan together. She was sure they were having sex with each other. She had not been able to catch them together, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

Cheryl gathered from the conversation between her daughters that Susan had also had sex with Tina. But there was more. Cheryl listened as Heather told her little sister about their teachers, Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor.

She continued to listen, amazed at this news.

*****

Heather and Tina had finished their plans to seduce their mother.

“When do you want to do it? This afternoon?” asked Tina, excitedly.

“I can’t this afternoon, maybe tonight. Susan and I have a date.”

Tina was curious. “A date? With who?”

Heather seemed to hesitate a bit. Susan had made it clear that she didn’t want Tina to know about Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor. But now she had slipped up and mentioned the date. The thoughts of having sex with their mother had distracted her thinking.

“If I tell you, do you PROMISE not to tell? If you do, Susan will never speak to either of us, and she won’t be around to play sex games with, either. Not to mention that two nice people will probably go to jail. In fact, Susan and I would be sent to a girls’ school for juvenile delinquents. You can’t even tell Susan, because she didn’t want you to know.”

“Hey, I just told you my secret. Now it’s your turn!”

“Okay. Susan and I are going to have sex with Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor. We’re going to meet them later at the mall, go to their apartment, and have an orgy.”

Tina’s little mouth dropped open. This was incredible news! Her pussy started to quiver back to life at the thought of it.

“Have you done anything with them before?” she asked, wanting all the details.

“Yesterday, with Miss Simmons.”

“You’re joking!”

“No, it happened. Really. Susan and I had sneaked off into the woods to have some fun when we were followed by Miss Simmons. She caught us, and we caught her, so to speak. She was rubbing herself off while watching Susan and me getting it on.”

“Wow!” The little eleven-year-old couldn’t believe it, but she could tell it was true from the lustful look in Heather’s eyes as she remembered the incident. “But what about Miss Taylor?”

“Oh! That’s the best part. It seems that she and Miss Simmons have been lovers since they were our age. And not only that, but they both like young girls. Everyone thinks they share an apartment, but really they’re a lesbian couple. And Susan and I are going to be fucking with them this afternoon, which is why I can’t put our plan into action with Mom.”

“So when is this date with them supposed to happen?”

“Susan should be here any minute, actually. That’s why I have to get dressed. We decided to help them get their rooms in order so they can be finished faster.”

With that, Heather rose from the bed and began to change into a summer outfit. She noticed Tina watching, but what she didn’t know was that her mother was watching as well.

Tina was obviously disappointed, but she had gotten horny again by listening to Heather’s story about the sexy teachers. Tina wondered what it would be like to eat a grown woman’s pussy. She began to rub her pussy again while fantasizing about what that would be like. She didn’t know it, but she would soon find out.

*****

Cheryl was hatching a plan of her own as she watched and listened to the two girls. She decided that she would allow Heather to leave with Susan for their day together. She wanted time alone with Tina. The teachers and girls didn’t know it, but their orgy was going to have two new participants–she and Tina. Yes, this was going to be an absolutely orgasmic day. She stood up and smiled as she pulled on her robe. As she turned off the computer, she noticed little Tina start to rub harder as the doorbell rang.

“Mom, I’m going out with Susan. Be home this afternoon sometime,” Heather called in the direction of her mother’s room. She knew that was where she would be on her day off. Lately, Heather had noticed that on her off days, her mother awoke early but stayed in her room until the girls had come out for breakfast. The only reason she knew she was awake was that she was aware her mother kept her alarm on every day to get up at the same time, 6 AM. Until a few weeks ago, she had been coming out earlier, but lately that had changed.

“That’s fine, hon,” she called as she opened the door to her room and came out.

The sight of her mother in her robe made Heather remember her and Tina’s plan. She hoped she would be up for it tonight. She could see the outline of her mother’s erect nipples through the flimsy material of the robe. It made her think of how sexy her mother looked. Her mom hugged her tightly just before she opened the door. Heather noticed the smell of pussy on her mother, but then again, why not? She was, as she had noticed numerous times, a very sexy woman. Without anyone in her life, she would certainly masturbate on occasion. Perhaps she had had a sexy dream about Tina while Tina was having one about her? The thought was indeed intriguing.

Susan’s smiling face in the open doorway made Heather shift her thoughts to her and Susan’s plans for the day. Then her mother was hugging Susan too. She held the hug for an extra second or two.

“You girls enjoy yourselves today,” she said, as the girls left and the door shut behind them. The girls noticed, but did not understand, Cheryl’s smile.

Susan had also noticed Cheryl’s scent. “Did you smell that?” Susan said as they walked out to the sidewalk. “It made me want to come right then. I’m already so randy I could die.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the half of it. Wait until I tell you about Tina’s dream.”

Heather had told Susan about her own fantasies when Susan had admitted having lustful thoughts about Heather’s mother. Because of this, she saw no reason to keep Tina’s dream a secret, even though she had promised not to tell anyone. In Heather’s mind, that did not include Susan, who would fuck a doorknob if given the chance and brag to everyone about it later.

As they walked toward their school, Heather informed Susan of everything that had gone on that morning with Tina. It only served to stoke the fires burning in Susan’s warm pussy.

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Cheryl watched through the small opening in the living room curtains to be sure Heather hadn’t forgotten something and wouldn’t return. Then she moved quickly to her bedroom again, turning on the monitor that now displayed an image of her younger daughter Tina in the middle of a rather heated masturbation session. She smiled and went out of her room and down the hall to Tina and Heather’s room. She had decided that it was time, especially since the girls had planned on seducing her later. But Cheryl had other plans. She had plans for them all, including the young teachers.

Tina was working rapidly at her wet, raw pussy when the door opened suddenly. For the tiniest fraction of a moment, she hoped it was Heather, but the realization that she had not locked the bedroom door and checked to make sure it was tightly closed came crashing down on her as her mother entered the room.

“Tina, gather your dirty clo…” her mother stopped in mid-sentence. Tina found herself staring into the beautiful eyes of her mother. Her hand stopped its rapid dance and simply held tightly onto the fully moistened lips of her pussy. She had been only seconds from orgasm, and while her eyes knew she’d been caught rubbing her little pussy, her clit had no idea of the situation. All it knew was that the orgasm had been built to the crest. The sudden pressure of her hand on the most sensitive area of her little cunny was too much to hold back the inevitable. Tina watched her mother’s reaction as the orgasm began to cascade over her young body. Her lithe body spasmed and shook; the orgasm’s intensity forced her eyes to close involuntarily, shutting out the unwanted sight of her mother catching her at her most private moment. The orgasm jabbed jolts of pleasure that she could not deny into her body. The moans of her cumming filled the room, and she heard them as if they were coming from someone else. Her tiny body began to twitch and jump with the end of her orgasmic bliss.

Her already flushed cheeks grew redder when she opened her eyes to take in the sight of her mother, who was still standing there, staring at her. Tina expected her mother to be angry. But she was surprised to see an entirely different look on her lovely mother’s face. It was a look that Tina could not place, but she felt it was utter shock at finding her eleven-year-old daughter massaging her pussy to orgasm. Had she been more experienced with her mother’s moods, she would have quickly recognized the look of complete lust. But as it was, she was unfamiliar with that expression that now covered her mother’s face as surely as her cum covered her fingers — fingers she would now not be able to lick clean, which was her habit.

“M-M-Mommy,” she stammered, embarrassed not only to be caught with her fingers in her honey pie, but also to be watched by her own mother while she came. Just a little while ago, she and Heather had been planning their mother’s seduction. Now all she wanted was to be alone — totally alone — while she cleaned up. It was apparent that her mother wouldn’t oblige the silent plea. Her eyes began to tear up and overflow her lids. Tears of embarrassment slid in rivers down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mommy.” And then the floodgates opened as she began to sob.

“Oh, Tina, honey. Don’t cry, sweetheart. Mommy isn’t mad. Not at all.” Cheryl sat on the edge of the bed and noticed the strong smell of her daughter’s orgasmic fluids. She hadn’t thought Tina would cry. She held her daughter to her and cooed words to soothe her. “Tina, baby, don’t cry. I understand what you’re doing. Mommy did it when she was your age. I still do.”

Cheryl’s words were beginning to register in Tina’s distraught mind. At first she had thought the tables had been turned. She and Heather had planned to have the upper hand, but now Mom did. But now, she heard her mom saying things that surprised her. In fact, her mother’s words were causing her heart to beat faster because they excited her. Her mother was confessing to masturbating.

She looked up into her mother’s eyes. “You’re not mad?” she sniffled.

“Of course not, baby. Why would I be? I did the same things when I was your age.”

“Then it’s okay if I . . .” she wanted to say “rub my pussy” but decided it was inappropriate to say to her mother.

“Masturbate?” Cheryl finished the sentence for her. “Of course it is, honey. Does Heather masturbate too?” she asked dumbly, as if unaware of all that had happened that morning and before, when she had sneaked into the room to lick her older daughter’s pussy.

“She taught . . .” Uh-oh. That might be saying too much. But again, her mother finished her sentence, her voice remaining kind and gentle.

“She taught you how to masturbate?”

Tina nodded. She was not aware of what was happening, but the signals she was receiving from her mother led her to believe that she and Heather would be free to do as they pleased with each other sexually, even to the point of including Susan.

“That’s okay, honey. Your Aunt Sarah taught me.” She looked into her daughter’s eyes. The comment obviously startled her. Cheryl’s older sister had taught her more than masturbation. She had taught her how to pleasure girls. Cheryl had been a good pupil, learning quickly how to finger and lick Sarah’s pussy. Sarah had returned the favor, of course, and that had been the beginning of Cheryl’s love of other girls.

“You and Aunt Sarah . . . ?”

“Yes, dear. We were lovers when I was your age. Younger, actually. I think Sarah started with me when I was 10, because I remember she had just turned 13, herself.”

This was all too much for Tina. Her mother had been seduced by her older sister the same as Tina had been seduced by Heather, her own older sister.

Gradually, Tina became aware that she was still lying naked on top of the covers with cum drying on her fingers. As this thought came to her, she became aware of more. Her mother’s hand had been rubbing her back in gentle strokes. Now, her hand was had moved to her ass, measuring a sweeping caress as it moved over the muscular globes of flesh. Tina wondered what she should do. On the one hand, what her mother was doing and saying was a bit shocking to the eleven-year-old. On the other hand, each of these shocking revelations and seemingly casual caresses were beginning to turn her on again. She thought of the dream she’d had of her mother licking her pussy into orgasm. She wondered if her mother was aware of the effects of her words and touch. She continued listening, hoping her mother was indeed aware of the feelings and urges that were swelling in her.

“Actually, honey, there is so much Mommy could teach you. And Heather, too. Isn’t it a mommy’s duty to teach her little girls how to satisfy their partners sexually?”

As Tina snuggled firmly into her mother’s warmth, she noticed something else. Only one of Mom’s hands were busy on Tina’s smooth body and ass. Her other was occupied with her own body. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Cheryl used her other hand to reach in and pinch her own nipples. Then the hand rubbed the tit flesh, massaging the aureole into a mass of goose pimples as her nipples hardened.

Tina continued listening to her mother’s voice as it soothed her into accepting that which had already been accepted. Tina wanted her mother to continue. She wanted her mother to tell her everything, to massage all the places that mattered, to make love to her.

Tina continued to watch as Cheryl’s hand parted the folds of the robe and continued down to her own pussy. Tina watched with fascination as her mother began to masturbate herself.

Cheryl noticed the girl’s rapt attention. She asked the question she already knew the answer to. “Do you want to watch Mommy and learn some new things?”

Tina looked directly into her mother’s eyes. This was it, the moment of truth as they say. And with a nod of her head, she changed all their lives forever.

Cheryl smiled, took off the robe, cast it to the floor, and lay back on the girl’s bed. She watched Tina’s eyes grow big. Cheryl knew she wouldn’t have seen a grown woman’s pussy up close before. Her legs were spread and her sticky labia were in full view. She took her hand and used her fingers to spread the wet labia that hid her clitoris. The tiny button popped up from beneath its fleshy hood. It was aching for attention, and that is exactly what she intended to give it.

Plunging the first two fingers of her right hand into her cum-soaked vagina, she began to piston in and out slowly with a steady rhythm. Using her left hand, she started massaging her pulsating clit between the index and second fingers in a scissor-like grip. All the while, she watched the cherubic face of her eleven-year-old daughter while she in turn watched her mother’s hands masturbating the wet pussy. She noticed the little girl subconsciously licking her sweet lips.

As Cheryl looked into her daughter’s face, Tina’s fingers began to massage the puffy lips of her vulva as she stared at her mother’s busy hands.

Tina glanced at her mom and saw her watching her. “Is it okay if I do this?” she asked, indicating her own fingers on her tender, hairless pussy.

“Of course, sweetheart. Do whatever comes naturally to you.”

The angelic face smiled in return and continued watching her mother’s show while the fingers plunged into her own excited mound.

Cheryl decided she wanted more, and now!

“Honey, do you know what would make both you and Mommy feel extra good?”

“What, Mommy?” Tina’s eyes were eager.

“Do you ever kiss Heather’s pussy and lick her clitty?”

The situation was beyond lies. “Yes.”

“Lie on top of Mommy with your face at Mommy’s pussy. Put your sweet pussy next to Mommy’s mouth. We can do what is called a 69.” She thought for a moment. Wanting to be sure Tina’s frame of mind was to still desire sex with her, she added, “But only if you want to, okay?”

Without answering verbally, Tina obeyed immediately, which was an answer in itself. She was longing to taste her mother’s much larger pussy. And she had a feeling her mother was longing to taste hers, too.

Looking at the tiny labia, Cheryl took the final step to an incestuous life with her own daughters. The temptation, however, was too much to ignore, especially considering how much her girls wanted it too.

Cheryl felt Tina’s hot little mouth glue itself to her gaping slit and begin to lick the cum from the recesses of her sensitive pussy. The sensation of having her own young daughter’s mouth on her pussy made her gasp in astonishment at how erotic the thrill was. This was better than any pussy licking she’d ever received because the thought it was her eleven-year-old daughter drinking her fluids as she coaxed more out of her with her lips and tongue heightened her lust a hundred fold.

Reaching out with her own tongue, she licked gently at the swollen flesh of her baby’s smooth vulva and clitoris. She poked her tongue into the entrance of her vagina and tasted the fresh cum as it leaked from that heated opening. She plunged her tongue into and out of her daughter’s pussy the way a man’s cock would. Abandoning herself to the feelings that were overwhelming her, she began to suck the labia, vagina, and clitoris. She felt herself becoming intoxicated with the tastes and fragrances of the youthful pussy that was now hers to enjoy. This pussy would be hers any time she wanted it. And Heather’s pussy would be next. Then maybe little Susan’s and those teachers’ pussies as well. The sheer power of these thoughts caused her to feel the first stirrings of her approaching orgasm. Even at this early stage, she knew it would be massive in its intensity.

Just as she thought the sensations devouring her body couldn’t get any better, little Tina stuck three fingers into her vagina and began to finger-fuck her mother’s creaming pussy. It was too much for Cheryl. She surrendered to the most powerful orgasm she’d had in years, perhaps ever. Just as this happened her daughter’s body began to rock and shiver with its own approaching orgasm. Cheryl’s orgasm seemed to come speeding like a train from some remote area of her body, maybe even outside her body. It slammed into her like a runaway truck of passion and sensuous sensation.

Cheryl became oblivious to everything but her own body and the orgasm that was tossing it like a rag doll around her daughter’s bed. She was vaguely aware that Tina, too, was cumming. Her own tiny body shivered and shook as the orgasm overtook her youthful body. She could feel the vibrations that her daughter’s moaning caused in the sweet lips that devoured her pussy with love. These vibrations registered in her pussy and sent her into paroxysms of orgasmic bliss. She became aware that she was moaning as well. No, she was screaming. Unintelligible words sank into her daughter’s ripe pussy flesh and disappeared.

After a few moments, the two incestuous lovers — mother and daughter — lay in each other’s arms, cooing words of love and joy. They napped. Later, when Cheryl awoke, Tina was sucking her left breast tenderly. Not so much as a lover, but as a child would. It was an activity borne of comfort and pleasure. When she realized her mother was awake, Tina looked at her and smiled, a look of complete satisfaction covering her cum-stained face.

Cheryl pulled the child to her and kissed her with a soft passionate kiss. Their lips pressed feverishly together; their tongues intertwined. Pulling back, Cheryl knew that they must get up. Otherwise, the day would not progress. And she meant for it to progress to new heights.

“C’mon, honey. We need to shower and get dressed. We have a lot to do today.”

“What, Mommy? What do we need to do?”

“Fun stuff. You’ll like it, I’m sure. Love it, even.”

Mother and daughter moved toward the bathroom to begin the day.

Continue on to Chapter 5