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A Walk in the Woods

  • Posted on July 15, 2015 at 11:30 am

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.

 

When the Past Meets the Present, Chapter 2

  • Posted on July 15, 2015 at 8:07 am

By Cheryl Taggert

It was still early, and I wanted to be sure we were not walked in upon suddenly, so I locked the door. Nikki was a hard and late sleeper, so I wasn’t too worried, but I didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.

Emily’s request to watch me masturbate had released new sexual energy in me. I usually achieved several orgasms when I masturbated, so the spontaneous orgasm had not even come close to satisfying me. I had managed to calm myself some, but I was distinctly aware I would be needing some alone time as soon as I could get it. Emily’s question had made that need more urgent than I had ever thought possible. The thought of my nine-year-old daughter watching me bring myself to at least one orgasm, probably more, thrilled me completely. My pussy was already wet from the spontaneous orgasm and the sheer passion behind it. The thought of what was about to occur had caused a minor flood in what I thought of as the center of my being. My clitoris was begging for me to touch her.

I stripped down and, naked, lay on my bed. I patted the foot of the bed and Emily climbed up to sit where I’d indicated. Lying back, I began by playing with my nipples, which puckered and stiffened at my touch. Pulling them, my ecstasy rose as the sensations transferred to my pussy.

I knew Emily, being only nine, would grow impatient if I didn’t get down to business soon. I truly did not need the usual self-petting to get my body ready for masturbation and the orgasms that would follow, so I moved my hands down my tummy to my pussy. Spreading my legs wide, I looked at Emily. She was staring with enormous eyes at the slit between my legs. I was sure she’d never seen a grown woman’s pussy up close before. She had seen my naked pubes many times, but she had never looked directly into my spread pussy to see the real treasures that lay beyond my outer lips. My inner labia were much fuller than the youthful ones she had, and my clit, though not that large, was certainly bigger than hers, the nub rising from my pubic bone to beg for attention. I also knew that at nine, she did not get nearly as wet as I was. The cream covered my pussy’s insides, and my excitement was such I could feel it dripping out of my vagina and down to my butthole.

My fingers began to explore the soaked center of my pleasure, and Emily adjusted herself to get closer so she could watch me bring myself off.

I knew it would not take me long to reach my first orgasm. I was looking at Emily’s face between my legs. She was fascinated by what I was doing. I could almost read her thoughts. “I’m watching my mommy play with her pussy.” I noticed a quick glance at my eyes. I could tell she was wanting to touch herself as she watched, so I said, “Go ahead, Honey. If you want to do it too, go ahead.”

With that, she reached into her pj’s and inside her panties. She blinked with what I knew was sheer pleasure at what we were doing. I could tell it would not be our last foray into sex together, and I wondered what our new relationship would bring. Would I ever be able to live out the fantasy that had caused me to come abruptly while talking to Emily in the kitchen–to lick her pussy, my younger daughter Nikki’s, and Emily’s best friend, Sara’s? Would I ever taste the sweet freshness of their pussies? Emily pulled her panties and pj’s down to her knees in one quick motion and got to work on her little bald pussy in earnest. I could see the gentle rise of her butt cheeks and the top half of her butt crack. Along with her lust-filled gaze, the sounds of our fingers as they ravished our pussies, and seeing her gorgeous butt as it undulated in a sweet, erotic rhythm, my mind soared into imaginings and snippets of what I wanted so desperately to do to her, Nikki, and Sara.

As I crested into my first orgasm, I could see Emily was almost mesmerized by the view between my legs. She was definitely getting off on watching her mommy masturbate, and now she watched as I orgasmed in front of her for the second time that day, but the first one that was purposeful and planned and up close.

I rocked with the explosions inside me and panted and squealed as the orgasm slammed me into a writhing ball of intense pleasure. My body continued to spasm and shake with the enormity of what was happening to me. They say that sex is 10% physical and 90% mental. I knew that was true, but this was further evidence of its veracity. The thought that I was essentially putting on a sex show for my nine-year-old daughter, who was more or less returning the favor, had driven my passion to new, previously unattainable heights. The resulting orgasm was total in its engulfing of my body. Wave after wave of bliss shook me to my core and left me gasping while I considered the intensity of these feelings.

As my orgasm slowly subsided, Emily began to squeal and moan as her own orgasm hit her. Her red face squeezed itself into a look of pure orgasmic joy. Her full lips looked delicious, and I decided I wanted to taste them. Not later, though. Now.

I moved as quickly as I could to where I was now face-to-face with my little sexpot of a daughter, my lips mere inches from hers, her body still in the last spasms of her orgasm. She seemed to understand without words what I wanted. Or maybe it was what she wanted too. Nothing else mattered now. I wanted to kiss my little girl as a lover would, and I moved quickly to do just that.

Our lips met and groans of satisfaction seemed to dance on the air around my bed as we both gave in to our lust. My tongue moved into her mouth and she seemed to naturally take to what I was doing. Our tongues danced erotically around each other as our lips moved against the other’s. My hand began its inevitable journey to her pussy. I was just about to touch it–.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. I moved back and looked at her. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I wanted it to continue, and I think she did too, but I felt that we needed some time to gauge what had happened and move our new relationship more slowly. It would not do to go too far and have her decide she didn’t want this to continue. After all, she still had her sister and Sara for lovers. If I make her ashamed of what we’ve done, she will drift away from me, not only as a lover, but also as a daughter. And that was one thing I could never allow to happen.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay.” Her breathing told me she was still feeling the passion of our embrace. “I liked it. Why did you stop?” She sounded nearly desperate for the loving to continue.

“I did too, Sweetie, but we should take this slow. I don’t want to ruin our mother-daughter relationship by doing things we might regret later.”

“Why would we regret it?” she asked, and I was stunned by the maturity in her question, as well as her childishness behind it as well. I could even hear the near-begging in her tone. Yes, she wanted me to continue, but that would have to wait until I’d had time to think about this and make sure it wasn’t a mistake that would ruin our love for each other. And while I knew we would indeed continue this form of love, I also knew that I needed to make sure she understood the ground rules. That if she didn’t want to do anything, she didn’t have to. I wanted her to know that she was, in essence, in charge of how far this went, and I needed her to think about how far she wanted it to go when we weren’t on the edge of orgasms.

“It’s hard to explain, Honey, but believe me, it could happen that our relationship could be damaged if we take this where I want to take it. I want to talk to you about this first and make sure we both are okay with things when we aren’t so…worked up.”

“I want to do things too, Mommy. I want you to do to me the things that you did with Lisa.”

I was suddenly suspicious about that last statement.

“How do you know what I did with Lisa?” Lisa was a woman I had gotten together with a few times, but we’d not been able to get together for a while now due to our schedules. I liked Lisa. Liked her a lot.

A sudden blush spread across her face and all the way down to her chest, and her eyes darted downward to avoid looking at me.

“Did you watch me with Lisa?” She took a deep breath, a sigh really, and nodded slightly. “Why? Why did you do that? That’s an invasion of Mommy’s and Lisa’s privacy.”

“I didn’t mean to. Well, not the first time, anyway. I came in cuz I needed to ask you something, but when I came in here, you were–well–busy, and I sorta froze and got curious about what you were doing.”

Wow. That sounded familiar, but I needed to focus on the current conversation and its meaning.

“How long ago was that?”

“Last winter some time. February, I think.”

“You saw Lisa and me together having sex?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t mind.”

“How do you know that?”

“Uh…she…uhh–” She was at a loss for words, which could mean only one thing.

“Did Lisa see you watching us?”

Again the downcast eyes and the quick nod.

“How do you know she didn’t mind?”

“Well, she sorta winked at me and put her finger to her lips in a shush kinda thing and motioned for me to hide in the closet.”

“Why didn’t I see you come in?” I knew it was a stupid question as soon as I asked it, and her answer underscored that.

“Well, because…because you were kinda, well, licking and sucking Lisa’s boobs.”

I was absolutely shocked at what I’d just heard. Lisa had been a sort of co-conspirator to allowing my daughter to watch us. Emily had only just turned nine in November. Lisa had seen her and told her to hide and watch. The idea of what had happened kept moving through my brain, but I couldn’t seem to grasp the meaning of the words.

“What else did you see us doing?”

“Licking each other–down there.”

“How long did you watch us from the closet?”

“Until Lisa had the good feeling, and I got kinda scared and left as quietly as I could.”

“Honey, did Lisa seem to like that you were watching?”

“I don’t know. I guess so.”

Then I realized how silly that question was. She had made sure Emily was watching when she came. In fact it must have made it even better for her. Then the reality of it came to me. Lisa enjoyed little girls too. She enjoyed MY little girls. The thought of my little Emily watching us having sex had been a tremendous turn-on for her. And, God help me, I realized it would have been a turn-on for me as well if I’d been honest with myself.

Beyond that, I wasn’t sure what to think of this and knew I wouldn’t know what to think of it until after a lot of time and lots of thought.

Looking at Emily, I remembered we were both naked and her sister would be up at any moment.

“Honey, get your pj’s back on and let’s get started with our day. We’ll talk about where we want this to go later, okay?”

She looked disappointed and sad, but she got up and grabbed her pj’s before moving toward the locked door.

“Honey, you have to get dressed before you leave my room. I don’t want Nikki to see you and know you were naked in here with me.”

She sighed and got dressed before unlocking my door and leaving. A minute later, I heard the TV going and got up to get my shower before moving on with my day. Before going into my bathroom, though, I picked up my phone and considered texting Lisa but decided not to do this by text.

I would call her later. After I’d had some time to think.

Continue on to Chapter 3

 

Healing the Hurt

  • Posted on July 15, 2015 at 12:14 am

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.

 

Nina’s True Self Discovered, Chapter 4

  • Posted on July 15, 2015 at 12:11 am

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.

 

Nina’s True Self Discovered, Chapter 1

  • Posted on July 15, 2015 at 12:09 am

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

 

Nina’s True Self Discovered, Chapter 3

  • Posted on July 14, 2015 at 11:59 pm

By Emma Star

Nina Edwards was lying on her sheets, still in her clothes, staring at the ceiling. It was 1:00 AM on a school night, and by all rights, the 16-year-old high school student should have been asleep. Tonight, like many nights in the past few months, was a sleepless one. Her head filled with a thousand thoughts, she found it impossible to clear her mind sufficiently to enter the world of dreams.

The problem had begun a little over a month and a half ago. Nina, a freckled blonde with a firm, slim body and well-toned legs from years of soccer, had decided to use her mother’s computer to check her email. She had been sent an instant message by a friend of her mother’s, named Mary, who had assumed she was IMing Nina’s mother, Patricia. From this, Nina had learned her mother’s secret — Pat Edwards was a lesbian.

That, Nina considered, she could have lived with. Nina was not prejudiced against gay women or men, and although it would have taken a while, Nina could have gotten used to the idea of her mother loving women. She hadn’t waited long for the major blow. Pat liked women, but she had a taste for little girls. This had been confirmed when Nina saw a video feed of her mother having sex with Mary and Mary’s 9-year-old niece, Alice. Nina had watched her mother masturbate the child, teach her how to eat out her own aunt, and other unspeakable acts.

A few weeks after that, Nina’s world was rocked again. Searching through her mother’s computer, she’d found a story, written by her, called “Nina’s True Self Discovered”. It had been about Nina and her mom taking a day off to go to the beach. Finding the beach crowded, they’d gone to a clothing optional stretch of sand where she — Nina — had sunbathed nude and ultimately seduced her mother into incestuous sex in the woods.

So not only did Pat like women, little girls, and participating in incest, she fantasized about her own daughter. This put a new spin on everything. Never, even when she learned the truth about her mother, did Nina think Pat wanted to have sex with her. What else did her mother want to do with Nina or to her?

Suddenly, Nina heard a strange sound from down the hall — like giggling. It was her imagination, she decided, or else her mom was up watching some late night television. Nina ignored it and went back into her reverie. But a moment later, she heard the sound again, more clearly this time. There were definitely people, girls from the sound of it, giggling down the hall in her mother’s room. Nina climbed out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. She finally reached her mother’s door, which was half-way ajar, and peeked inside. What she saw blew her mind.

Two little girls were kneeling on their hands and knees on Pat’s bed, each completely naked. One girl was white, with sandy blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. The second girl was black, with dark brown hair in cute, little braids. They were both smiling and giggling as Nina’s mother knelt behind them, also buck naked with her large, full breasts exposed to the world, obviously playing with each girl’s tiny pussy. Nina’s mother spoke while she fingered the girls, telling them how pretty they were, and how much she loved them.

“Mom!” Nina exclaimed before she could stop herself. All three of the females on the bed turned to face her.

“Hello Nina,” Pat said. “Girls, this is my daughter, Nina.”

“Hi,” they both said in unison. Neither child seemed at all distressed or embarassed to be caught in the act of sex with an older woman.

“Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed, girls?” Pat instructed. Both the girls crawled towards the edge, on the side nearest Nina, and sat down next to one another. They held hands as they sat, something Nina would have thought adorable under another circumstance. Nina’s mother knelt behind them and put a hand on each girl’s shoulder.

“This is Tamara,” she said, nodding towards the black girl, “and this is Rachel. They’re students of mine.”

“She’s very pretty, Mrs. Edwards,” Tamara said, speaking about Nina.

“How old are you two?” Nina asked, still stunned.

“Rachel is eight years old,” Pat said. “Tamara is only seven.”

“Oh—” Nina muttered.

“Why don’t you come into the bed with us?” Pat asked.

“Can I kiss her pussy, Mrs. Edwards?” Rachel asked hopefully.

“I wanna touch her boobies!” Tamara added.

“That’s up to Nina,” her mother replied. “What do you say, sweetie?”

Nina wanted to say no. She wanted to turn and run away. She wanted to forget the things she was seeing forever. However, against her wishes, her body moved forward into the bedroom. She shut the door behind her as she moved closer to the two little girls. They were both so adorable with tiny candy nipples and hairless mounds that she wanted to hug both of them tightly to her and kiss them all over.

Instead, she reached under her sweatshirt, and pulled it off over her head along with her t-shirt. At the first sight of her white bra, Tamara and Rachel began to finger themselves. This encouraged Nina further and she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them to the floor. Now she stood in her bra and thong panties in front of her own mother and two third-grade girls. Her mother was still behind the girls but was now playing with their nipples and watching Nina hungrily.

Nina climbed onto the bed and her mother directed her to lie on her back.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Pat said to her daughter.

“Mama, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Nina confessed.

“So have I,” her mother replied. “Ever since I used to clean your pussy when you were a baby, I’ve waited for the day you’d do the same for me. Now take off those silly clothes, honey. This is an au natural party.”

“But I’ve never been naked in front of so many people before,” Nina said.

“Don’t worry,” her mom replied. “It’s just us girls.”

All three of them laughed, including Nina. She sat up, reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. She pulled it away and let her b-cup breasts bounce free. Both of the little girls giggled and moved closer for a better look. Pat looked at her daughter’s bare breasts with a mixture of pride and undisguised lust. Nina reached out for each girl’s hand and placed Tamara’s hand on her right breast and Rachel’s on her left breast. The girls needed no instruction and soon began to play with Nina’s tits.

Soon, Nina’s nipples were diamond hard, and she needed them sucked before she began to cry. She put her hand behind each girl’s head and lowered their faces towards her breasts. The two children squealed with delight and were soon nursing greedily. Pat watched it all happening, fingering herself as well. She looked down to see that Nina’s white, thong panties were soaked through. Pat moved towards her daughter’s legs and spread them apart.

“Do you want me to eat you out, baby?” she asked.

“Yes!” Nina begged.

“Yes, ‘Mommy,'” her mother corrected.

“Please eat me out, Mommy,” Nina cried.

At last, Pat lowered her face towards her daughter’s aching vagina. Nina began to weep at the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling the moment her mother’s tongue touched her sensitive clit. As her mother ate her out, Nina watched the two darling children who were sucking at her breasts. Their tiny mouths around her nipples felt divine, as wet as dew and as soft as silk. Nina stroked the girls’ hair and ran her trembling hands down their backs, then back up again.

“Tamara,” Nina’s mother said, removing her mouth from in between her daughter’s labia. “Would you like Nina to lick your little pussy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the African-American girl said politely.

“Sit on her chest and put it over her mouth, like I taught you,” Pat instructed.

As Tamara moved into position, Rachel asked, “What about me, Mrs. Edwards?”

“I want you to put your leg over Nina’s tummy so that you’re lying down on top of her, with your butt near my face,” Pat said.

Rachel was able to get into position quicker, and within seconds, Nina could feel the little girl’s weight pressing down on her. Rachel took one of Nina’s breasts in each hand and began to knead them like bread dough. Meanwhile, Tamara finally managed to balance herself, so that her legs were straddling Nina’s chin. Nina looked up into the girl’s big, brown eyes and then slowly moved down past her flat chest, her round belly, and at last to the tiny, brown and pink pussy. Nina groaned at the sight of it and her body shook with desire.

She lifted her head and stuck her tongue out of her mouth, running it between the girl’s vaginal lips, causing Tamara to squeal and then giggle. Encouraged by her response, Nina continued to lick, now drunk with the taste of the girl’s bald pussy. Every inch of her body was on fire and the only relief between her own legs came when her mother would occasionally pause from eating out her daughter to lick up and down the crack of Rachel’s small, lily white ass.

Nina wanted it to continue. She wanted it to end. She was free for the first time. She was terrified out of her mind.

Then she woke up.

* * *

Nina was startled to find herself awake, lying in bed in her sweatshirt and jeans, and it took a moment for her mind to catch up with her body. The dream lingered and slowly faded until Nina was left with nothing but memories and a creeping wetness in her panties. Apparently, her body had reacted to the power of her dream as if it had been a real experience. Mind over matter really meant something, Nina assumed.

She got out of bed, changed into a long t-shirt, and put her soiled panties in the hamper. Then she climbed back between the sheets and turned off the lights. Nina tried, in vain, to fall asleep but thoughts of her dream kept returning to her mind. She was horrifed that some part of her own mind was capable of capitulating to a seduction by two innocent children, two girls who were little more than babies but had the sex drive of women. Most shocking of all to Nina was that she had desired her mother in a way no daughter should desire her own mom. Yet, in the dream, she had done it without shame.

Nina soon noticed that her stomach was grinding in a familiar way and her vagina was getting wet again. She sighed, knowing there was only one way to cure her problem if she ever wanted to asleep. Nina didn’t masturbate often but she knew how to please herself. She closed her eyes, slipped her hand between her legs, and tried to imagine herself in a sexual scenario with any one of the many boys at her high school who vied for her attention. Nothing happened.

Frustrated, Nina decided to go downstairs and watch television, to see if anything was on that might arouse her interests a bit more. When she stepped out of her room, however, she noticed that her mother’s bedroom door was open and Nina began experiencing deja vu. She crept down the hall and peered into her mother’s room. There were no little girls in there, of course. There was just her mother, asleep on her back. Nina watched her mother sleeping for a moment, hating her and loving her at the same time, confused and saddened that her mother had lied to her for so many years.

As Nina’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed something she hadn’t before. Her mother was sleeping nude and the sheets only came up to her waist, so her entire upper-half was exposed. Nina’s breath caught as she saw her mother’s bare breasts for the first time since she was a baby. If Nina had been more awake, or in a different frame of mind in general, she might have walked away right then. As it so happened, she didn’t.

Unconsciously, Nina’s hand drifted below the hem of her long t-shirt, and she began to rub her naked clit with one finger. Without realizing it, Nina had become entranced at the sight of her mother’s tits, so full and inviting.

“Nina,” said her mother sleepily. Nina quickly jerked her hand away from her crotch.

“Umm, hi Mom,” she replied.

“What are you doing out of bed?” she asked.

“I— don’t know,” she replied awkwardly.

“Come here.”

“What?”

“Come in here. I want to talk to you.”

Nina moved slowly into the room and stood nervously at the side of the bed. Her mother made no effort to cover herself, put simply patted the mattress beside her. Nina sat down on the bed next to her mother, who sat up, and gently laid a hand on her daughter’s thigh. Nina looked her mother in the eye, confused and shocked, but Pat just smiled at her mischeviously. Her fingers spider-walked down Nina’s thigh and under the hem of her shirt.

“Mom—”

“Shh, darling,” she said. “It’s okay.”

“What are you—”

Nina quickly sucked in her breath as her mother’s hand made contact with her swollen sex. She watched as her mother’s hand disappeared completely into the darkness beneath her shirt and she began manipulating Nina’s pussy with expert precision and skill. Nina’s body went rigid and she held her breath as her mom began to finger her. At last, Nina couldn’t hold it in any longer. She sighed loudly and shut her eyes, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

Her mother, taking this as an invitation, moved closer to her daughter. She carefully took her hand away from her daughter’s pussy and grabbed the hem of her night shirt. She pulled it slowly up until finally both of them were naked in the bed. Nina never opened her eyes.

Pat’s hand went back to the job it had been at before. She kissed Nina softly on the cheek, then down her neck, and then began to kiss her shoulder, all the while fingering her. For Pat, this was a dream come true. She had been fantasizing about this experience with her daughter for years now, and it was finally happening. The silence of the night seemed so delicate that it could crack at any moment and she, like her daughter as well, kept her breathing quiet as not to disturb the moment.

“I know you’ve been on my computer,” Pat said. Finally, Nina opened her eyes, and looked at her. “I’m not mad. Don’t worry. I am glad you liked what you saw there.”

“I don’t know what I saw,” Nina said finally. Her heart was beginning to pound.

“I’ve always loved little girls,” Pat said. “I didn’t act on it when I was with your father but, now that I’m single again, I thought it was time to indulge.”

“But that girl—”

“Alice? She’s a little darling, isn’t she?”

“She’s just a little girl,” Nina replied. She suddenly found herself wishing that this was a dream, that she would wake up back in her bed. This was no dream, though. She was very much awake, but it was beginning to feel like a nightmare.

“She loves licking pussy,” Pat said, “and I love licking hers.”

“No,” Nina said, shaking her head. “No! Don’t touch me!”

She jumped off the bed, grabbed her shirt, and quickly pulled it on over her head. Her mother, stunned at her sudden reaction, sat up quickly in bed. Before she could say anything, though, Nina was out the door, and down the hall, back into her room. She dressed quickly, all the while her heart pounding and her brain screaming. Tears of shame began to flow down her cheeks. She grabbed her car keys and emerged from her room.

Her mother was standing in the hallway in a bathrobe, clearly crying as well. She pleaded with her daughter to calm down, but Nina ignored her, and ran down the stairs. In a minute, she was out the door, and sitting behind the wheel of her car. Her mother stood beside the vehicle, trying to talk to her daughter.

“Nina, please don’t leave. We have to talk,” she said.

“No, we don’t!” Nina said through her tears. “You’re disgusting! You’re sick! I hate you!”

“Honey, please—”

“No, I am going to live with Dad!” she screamed. “I’m going to tell him and he’s going to call the police and they’ll lock your sick ass in jail, you fucking freak!”

She turned the key in the ignition, threw the car into the reverse, and backed out of the driveway much too fast, knocking over the mailbox in the process. She turned on to their street, put the car into drive, and pulled away from her home. Her tears blinded her and she wiped furiously at them, but it was still difficult to see the road. She didn’t care where she was going, though. She just had to get away.

Nina had no intention of calling the police. She had only said that in anger, to scare her mother. As for her father, his house was too far to reach tonight, and she was exhausted already. Nina’s mind wandered until she found herself at the on ramp to the highway. She would stay the night in a hotel, she decided, until she figured out what to do.

Continue on to Chapter 4

 

Nina’s True Self Discovered, Chapter 2

  • Posted on July 14, 2015 at 11:57 pm

By Emma Star

Nina was miserable for the next month. No matter where she went or what she did, she could not get the images out of her head of her mother having sex with another woman and, most appalling of all, the other woman’s 9-year-old niece. When she’d sat down at her mother’s computer that fateful day, she never could have guessed she’d see and heard things which would flip her world on its head. She was disgusted with her mother for what she had done. Most of all, she was angry for the emotional damage it had caused her.

When Nina sat in class, she would listen to her teachers droning on, but her mind would drift. As her World History teacher talked about arms build-up before the First World War, Nina would see her mother fingering a redheaded child. When her Biology teacher talked about cellular mitosis, Nina would see her mother, smiling and licking her lips, as another woman’s urine splashed on her face. Nina could no longer pay attention in class and her grades began to suffer. When her mother asked what was wrong, Nina refused to answer. Most of the time, she would scream at her mother and lock herself in her room.

She blamed all of her problems on her mother’s perverted lifestyle. She couldn’t concentrate in class because of her. She couldn’t sleep or eat because of her. Even her boyfriend, Rich, had noticed how she seemed to be distancing herself from everyone, even him. Nina didn’t dare tell him the truth. All she could do was make vague excuses about stress. She could never tell him that her mother was a lesbian and a pedophile.

The worst times came at home. Nina’s mother would prepare dinner for the two of them and prattle on about her day as Nina glared at her uneaten food. Nina couldn’t understand how someone as deviant as her mother could act so normal. No, that wasn’t true. She couldn’t understand how someone as normal as her mother could be such a deviant.

Nina began to notice little things as well. She noticed the way her mother lingered on TV channels showing scantily clad women. She also noticed the looks her mother gave to young girls at the mall or the supermarket. She would pause in whatever she was saying or doing and just stare at some girl, some as young as 6 or 7, until they were out of sight. Then she’d resume talking as if nothing had happened. Of course, Nina knew the truth. When her mother saw a cute little girl, she was really imagining stripping the child, laying her down on a bed, and licking her bald pussy or sucking her tiny nipples. It was enough to make Nina sick.

One day, about five weeks after Nina had discovered her mother’s secret, she was watching TV in her room when she heard a knock at the door. She unlocked it and saw her mother, dressed up like she was about to go on a date.

“I wish you wouldn’t love your door,” she said.

“I wish I had a million dollars,” Nina replied in a mean tone.

“Well, I’m going out,” her mother said. “I’m meeting some friends from work for drinks. I’ll be home about eleven.”

“OK,” Nina replied, paying little attention.

“Call my cell phone if you need anything,” she said.

“Whatever,” Nina replied.

Her mother took a long, hard look at her. Nina was aware of her mother’s eyes on her, but she continued watching television as if she wasn’t even there.

“Bye. I love you,” her mother finally said.

“Bye,” said Nina.

Her mother lingered in the door for another few moments, as if waiting for something. Then she left. Nina listened for the sound of the door opening, the sound of the engine turning, and the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway.

A few minutes later, when Nina was sure her mother wasn’t coming back, she turned off the television. She undressed and walked into her bathroom to take a shower. She admired her B-cup breasts and her firm body in the mirror. A small patch of golden pubic hair grew just above her almost fully developed mound. Nina wondered if she should shave it.

Nina stepped into the shower and spent twenty minutes or so cleaning herself. Once she was done, she dried her hair, wrapped a towel around her body, and returned to her room. Her mother was still gone, of course. She wouldn’t be back for almost three hours. Suddenly, Nina had an idea.

Quietly, listening for the sound of a car in the driveway, Nina crept out of her room and down the hall to her mother’s bedroom. She sat down, still wearing only the towel, in front of her mother’s computer. She moved the mouse and the monitor returned from sleep mode. Nina began to look though her mother’s files. She didn’t know what she was looking for, exactly, just something to explain her mother’s behavior.

After a few minutes, she found a file called “me_pat_alice.mpeg”. Nina’s stomach turned. She knew what this was. The last time she’d seen the video of her mother, her mother’s voluptuous friend Mary, and Mary’s little niece Alice having sex, it had been a streaming file from Mary herself. Apparently, her mother had downloaded it for easy access. Biting her lip, Nina moved the cursor to the icon and double clicked.

The file opened to show her mother, completely naked, sitting on the edge of Mary’s bed. Nina felt a brief moment of envy when she saw her mother’s large, well-shaped breasts. Mother or not, degenerate or not, Patricia Edwards was a beautiful, sexy woman. Nina fast-forwarded through the scenes she’d already watched until she came to a scene of Mary and her mother kissing, while Alice sucked their nipples.

Nina watched this for a few minutes until, on screen, her mother said, “Why don’t we get Aunt Mary out of these clothes, Alice?”

Alice, who was wearing nothing but pink socks, nodded her head in agreement. Mary stood up. Pat went to work on Mary’s bra as Alice eagerly pulled Mary’s panties down to her ankles, then her garter belt and stockings. Soon, Mary was nude as well.

“So what do you say, Alice?” Nina’s mom asked.

“About what?” the child replied.

“You want to eat your first pussy?” she asked. Nina still couldn’t get used to the idea of her mother using that kind of language.

“Yours?” Alice asked.

“Well, I was thinking Aunt Mary should be your first, since she’s the one who taught you how to be a lesbian,” Nina’s mother said.

“Yeah!” Alice replied, “and she always eats me when I ask.”

“Mary?” asked Pat, turning to her friend.

“Fine by me!” exclaimed the naked redhead and they all laughed. Nina wondered how they could be so flippant about teaching a 9-year-old girl how to perform oral sex on her aunt.

“Lie down, Mary,” said Pat. “Alice, you get on your hands and knees between her legs. Make sure the camera can see that sweet butt of yours.”

Mary lay down on her back on the bed, legs tucked up, showing her pussy to the camera. She had a hairy bush, as red as the hair on her head. Alice climbed on the bed, her back to the camera, and knelt in front of her aunt. Nina could see freckles on the girl’s white, bony ass. She seemed hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure what to do next. Pat was there to instruct her in the ways of lesbian love.

“We’ll start off with something simple,” said Nina’s mother. “Play with her pussy using your fingers until you find her clit, then when you’re ready, try licking it.”

Alice listened patiently to the naked, older woman’s instructions, then leaned in, showing her tiny pink asshole to the camera. Alice’s fingers began to play nervously with her aunt’s labia, searching for her clit. It didn’t take long to find, unsheathed as it was in Mary’s state of arousal

“Good,” said Pat. “Just lick it whenever you’re ready. Take your time. You’re doing great, sweetie.”

Pat rubbed the girl’s back reassuringly. Finally, Alice worked up her nerve, and lowered her face into her aunt’s crotch. As she did, Mary began to writhe and squirm, cooing in delight as the innocent little girl had her first taste of another woman. Pat’s finger found its way to Alice’s pussy and she began to rub the child’s immature cunt gently, rubbing her own with her free hand.

Suddenly, Nina heard a car pulling into the driveway. She quickly closed the video and ran to the window. She saw an SUV, not her mother’s sedan, pulling in. The car backed out and drove away. It had just been someone turning around.

Nina returned to the chair and saw, to her surprise, that it was wet. She knew she couldn’t have dripped on it. Then she noticed the odd, triangular patch of wetness was near to the edge of the chair. Nina’s fingers immediately went to her vagina. It was soaking wet. She tried to rationalize it: she had been watching sex, even if it involved her mother, a child, and no men. IT was natural, she reasoned. Nina removed her towel, dried the wet spot, and sat back down, this time putting the towel between her butt and the seat.

She had seen enough of the video for now. In truth, she was scared to watch more. She continued searching the hard drive for clues to her mother’s sexuality. In a folder marked “Stories” she found several files which appeared to be erotic stories her mother had downloaded. Most were about women and young girls having sex. One, called “Bethany’s Secret 2” was a bout a teenage boy, his girlfriend (who had male sex organs), and the girl’s mother (who also had male sex organs) having an orgy.

There was a subfolder called “My stories” which she opened. One file immediately caught her eye. IT was a Microsoft Word document called “Nina’s True Self Discovered.” Balking, she opened it. “Nina’s True Self Discovered (F/f, incest, teen, nudist) by Patricia Edwards” it said at the top. Her mother had written the story!

Cautiously, Nina began to read:

Nina’s True Self Discovered
(F/f, incest, teen, nudist)
by Patricia Edwards

On a warm, sunny day in June, my 16-year-old daughter Nina and I decided to go to the beach, to swim, and to work on our tans. We lived only thirty minutes from Cape Cod where our favorite beach, Old Shell Beach, was located. It was a Tuesday, so we hoped it wouldn’t be too crowded.

I loaded our things into the car and called Nina. ‘Coming, Mom!’ she called back. A moment later, Nina emerged from the house, and pulled the front door shut behind her. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

My daughter looked very sexy in a magenta bikini top, cut-off jean shorts, and sandals. I had a feeling she was hoping to catch the eye of a few boys at the beach today. As for me, I was wearing a one-piece green bathing suit under my white blouse and khaki shorts. I, however, would not be trying to attract any men. I am a lesbian, but my daughter didn’t know.

We climbed into the car, put on our seatbelts, and began the drive to the beach. We drove with the windows down, listening to a classic rock station, and talking about all kinds of things. Nina, for her part, spoke mostly about her boyfriend Richard. I’d met him, and he was a sweet, handsome boy, but I always felt a little disappointed that my daughter never seemed to take an interest in other girls. I hoped that maybe she would open up in college.

But that was a few years away. I was glad to have my little girl with me on this beautiful day at the beach.

Finally, we reached the Old Shell Beach parking lot and pulled in. I could see, to my disappointment, that the beach was packed. I paid the attendant and began to look for a spot, moving slowly through the crowds of people. I found the last spot available. Nina and I climbed out of the car and walked the quarter of a mile to the beach.

‘This is bad,’ Nina said when we arrived. I nodded. ‘Do you see any space?’

‘No,’ I replied.

‘This sucks,’ she said.

‘Do you want to go home?’ I asked her.

‘We drove all this way,’ she said. ‘It would be a shame to waste it. And it’s such a beautiful day.’

‘I know,’ I agreed.

‘Let’s see if there’s space down the beach,’ she suggested.

Nina and I worked our way through the crowds of beach-goers, looking for a place. There was none. We kept moving. We’d never had to go this far down the beach before. We had almost reached the curve, beyond which we couldn’t see any further.

‘I think there’s some space down there,’ she said. ‘Let’s check it out.’

We had just reached the edge of the crowd when I noticed a sign: ‘Clothing is optional beyond this point.’

‘Nina, wait,’ I said.

‘What?’ she said, and I pointed to the sign.

‘It’s a nude beach past here,’ I said.

Nina looked at the sign, thinking. Then she looked down the crowded beach. ‘Let’s go anyway,’ she said.

‘Nina!’ I almost shouted.

‘What?’ she asked. ‘It’s clothing optional. We don’t have to be naked. I bet there’s lots of space down there. Come on, Mom. Don’t be such a wimp.’

Before I could say anything, Nina darted down the sand and around the curve. I cursed and followed her. Just around the curve, I caught up with her as she was laying down a towel in the midst of a fairly substantial crowd of men, women, and children. Most were naked. In fact, Nina and I seemed to be sticking out like sore thumbs.

‘Plenty of space,’ said Nina.

She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, revealing her bikini bottoms, the same color as her top. Sighing, I unbuttoned my blouse. Once it was off, I removed my own shorts and folded them into a pile with Nina’s clothes. I lay down beside her on my stomach.

‘This is silly,’ said Nina.

‘You want to go back?’ I asked.

‘No,’ she said. ‘It’s silly that we’re tanning like this. We’re going to get lines.’

‘But we . . . oh . . .’ I said.

‘It’s a nude beach, after all,’ said Nina.

She stood up and reached around her back to untie the string on her bikini. Before I could stop her, it came undone and fell to the ground. My daughter’s breasts were exposed to everyone, her golden nipples hard in the sea breeze.

‘Nina!’ I cried.

‘Don’t be such a prude, Mom,’ she told me.

With her back turned to me, Nina hooked her thumbs around the waist band of her bottoms and bent over, pulling them to the ground, showing her firm, round ass to me. She kicked her bathing suit into a pile, then turned to face me. Her hands were on her flat stomach, just above her hairless vagina.

‘Well?’ she asked.

I was speechless.

‘Do you want an even tan or not?’ my naked daughter asked.

Reluctantly, I gave in. I always tried to think of myself as a cool mom and didn’t want to look like a wimp in front of my daughter. I stood up and undid the straps of my bathing suit, pulling the cloth down, setting my breasts free. Nina seemed to stare at them, impressed by their size. I pulled the rest of my bathing suit off. Now I stood, buck naked, with my daughter in the middle of a nude beach.

‘Happy?’ I asked.

‘Not quite,’ she said. ‘Lay down on your stomach.’

I did as I was told, laying down on the towel on my stomach, folding my arms beneath my head. Nina knelt down on the ground beside me and removed a bottle of tanning lotion from my bag. She squirted some into her hand, put the bottle back, and rubbed her hands together. With that, Nina went to work, oiling my shoulders, arms, and back with the slick oil.

Nina giggled.

‘What?’ I asked.

I nearly shrieked as Nina put her hands on my ass, but I managed to keep quiet. Nina rubbed the oil on my bare butt until it was covered then did the backs of my legs.

‘My turn,’ she said, handing me the bottle.

‘I’m not sure I feel comfortable doing this,’ I told her.

‘Mom,’ she said, ‘you wiped my ass when I was a baby. You can put tanning lotion on it now.’

With that, Nina lay down on her stomach. I oiled up my hands and worked on her back. Once I was done, I looked at her ass. It was a perfect ass, the kind only a teenager can have. Still, I felt nervous. I did her well-toned, soccer-player thighs, then her calves.

‘Forgetting something?’ Nina asked.

Reluctantly, I placed my hands on her butt, one on each cheek, and began to massage them with the oil. Once it was done, she thanked me, and we lay down to soak up the sun.

About thirty minutes later, Nina said, ‘I’m gonna go swim. You want to come?’

‘No thanks,’ I said.

Nina stood up. Without bothering to put on her bathing suit, she went to the edge of the water. I saw a young man and woman, a little older than Nina, but equally naked, approach her. They talked for a minute, then the young man ran to fetch a Frisbee. The three entered the surf and began to play.

‘She’s a beautiful girl,’ I heard a woman’s voice say. I looked up to see a handsome woman in her fifties, standing over me, smiling.

‘Yes, she is,’ I said.

‘What’s your name?’ the woman asked. ‘I’m Jan.’

‘I’m Pat,’ I said. ‘She’s Nina.’

‘Nice to meet you,’ said Jan. ‘New here?’

‘First time,’ I admitted.

‘I could tell,’ she said, grinning. ‘I just wanted to let you know that if you and Nina want to go somewhere more private and have a little fun, there’s a trail going back into those woods.’ She pointed at some trees at the edge of the beach. ‘No one will bother you two there.’

‘What?’ I asked, confused.

‘I mean, if you and your friend want to fool around . . .’

‘She’s my daughter!’

Jan’s face paled. ‘I’m very sorry,’ she said.

‘You should be.’

Jan hurried away. I was shocked. She thought Nina and I were lovers! That was insane. I had a good mind to grab Nina and drag her off that beach. Just then, Nina came running up the sand, dripping with seawater and smiling happily.

‘Hey Mom,’ she said.

‘Having fun?’ I asked.

‘Jerry and Crystal,’ she said, indicating her friends, ‘said there’s a really cool trail back in the woods. Let’s go check it out.’

‘No,’ I said.

‘Why? What’s wrong?’ she asked.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell my daughter what had happened. But my only other choice was to go back in the woods with her. What would Jan think if she saw?

‘Fine,’ I said, standing up. ‘Let’s get dressed and see.’

‘Why?’ she asked, already heading for the woods. ‘Being naked is fun!’ She ran towards the woods.

Groaning in exasperation, I followed her. By the time I reached the woods, she had vanished. I sat down on a rock. Just then, Nina appeared from up the trail.

Before I could react, Nina sat on my lap. She was a lot bigger since the last time she’d sat on my lap, but I could still hold her. I felt her wet, warm skin against my naked body and my pussy began to stir. I swallowed guiltily.

‘I know you’re a lesbian,’ she said, looking into my eyes. I was stunned.

‘How?’ I asked.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ she said, ‘and it doesn’t matter to me that you’re a lesbian. You’re my mom and I love you.’

Suddenly, Nina looked deeply into my eyes. My breath caught and I couldn’t speak. I could only stare into my daughter’s beautiful, blue eyes, caught in the intimacy of the moment.

Then, Nina closed her eyes, and leaned in. Her soft lips brushed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her as she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me in close. We kissed and our lips parted. Nina’s tongue entered my mouth, exploring nervously.

Finally, the kiss broke, and Nina stood up. I looked up into her eyes as she held out her hand to me. I took it and stood up.

‘You gave me life,’ she said, ‘and you’ve given me everything since then. I want to give you something back.’ She moved in close, pressing her breasts against mine. ‘Jerry and Crystal told me about a place we can use.’

Nina turned and began to walk, her tender butt wiggling seductively, and pulled me along. My pussy was on fire by this point. I had no choice but to follow……

Nina could read no more.

Sitting at the computer, staring at the text document, she could barely even breathe. Not only was her mother a lesbian with a taste for children, she was fantasizing about Nina too! She wanted to have sex with her own daughter!

Nina closed the file, closed all the windows she’d opened, and returned to her room. She knew this night would be a sleepless one.

Continue on to Chapter 3

 

My Summer with Erica, Chapter 6

  • Posted on July 14, 2015 at 2:11 pm

By Nellie of Sweden

The years passed and I started to grow breasts some months before my twelfth birthday. And a little later the first tiny strands of hair appeared on my pussy. I remember the night Erica first discovered that and it made her cry.

“Oh no,” she said. “My baby girl is becoming a woman…”

I felt a little worried by her reaction. “Won’t you love me anymore when my breasts grow bigger?” I said in a worried tone. “I can’t help it, you know!”

Erica smiled and gave me a kiss. “I know, baby! And don’t worry, I’ll never stop loving you as long as my heart is beating! It’s just that I love your body so much the way it is right now. I love that flat chest and the soft skin on your pussy.”

“But most of all it’s you that I love,” she continued. “The person Nellie inside that gorgeous body! So… I guess I’ll have to find someone to make me pregnant and hopefully have a little daughter for us both to have fun with!” She said it as if she was joking, but we both knew that she wasn’t.

It didn’t happen at once, though but at last it did.

Two years later Erica came back from a long vacation in Thailand with her parents. She had been away for a whole month and I had missed her terribly. We met at a family party at her house, but we managed to sneak off to her room and locked the door.

As soon as we were alone Erica was all over me, kissing and caressing me and ripping my clothes off. But suddenly she calmed down and smiled her prettiest smile.

“Guess what,” she said with a big smile. “I have a surprise for you, darling!”

“What? What, Erica?”

She smiled again and put my hand on the lower parts of her stomach. “Feel anything? We’re gonna have a baby, darling! We’re gonna be mummies. Aren’t you happy?”

I was speechless at first but Erica kept talking. “I know, of course, that it’s not our baby, but I like to think of her as ours.”

“Her? How can you be so sure it’s not a boy?”

Erica smiled again. “Don’t know how, I just know! What shall we call her? You can pick a name, but Cornelia is going to be one of her names.”

I was in shock. Erica was twenty-one and she felt ready to be a mother, but I was only fourteen and didn’t really want that responsibility just yet. At the same time I was excited about the baby and the love that Erica gave me all the time. It was that love that made her want me to be “the other mummy” of her coming child.

We made love on her bed and were lying there naked when her mother tried to get in. When she discovered it was locked she knocked hard on the door.

“Erica! Why is this locked? What are you two doing in there?”

Erica jumped up quickly. “Nothing, Mum, what do you want? We locked it because we’re having a seance, trying to call spirits….”

“We’re having cake now and I thought you two would like some,” Aunt Monica said.

“Okay,” I replied. “We’ll come down in a minute.”

I had so many questions, but realized they would have to wait. So we went downstairs and after the cake my parents decided it was time to go home. I tried to talk them into letting my stay the night, but Aunt Monica said no.

A month later Erica called me on the phone and told me she was leaving home. She had found a two-room apartment with a rent she could afford, and signed the lease just hours earlier. But best of all was that her new place was a lot closer to me and my home. She told me the address and I screamed from happiness.

“That’s great Eri,” I said happily. “I pass that house every day on my way to school.”

“Yes, I know that,” she said. “That’s one of the reasons I picked that flat. It’ll be nice to live closer to my girlfriend!”

Six months later, little Daniela was born. A few weeks too early, but everything was okay. I had just turned fifteen and started getting used to the thought of being some sort of mother figure to Erica’s baby.

Erica called me on the phone a morning in early May and told me that our baby had been born three hours earlier.

“Would you please come and see us after school?” she begged. “We miss you so much.”

I promised and then asked my mother if she could give me some extra money to buy a present for Erica and her new baby.

“What? Did she have the baby already? Why did she tell you and not me? Does her parents know?”

“Mum,” I said calmly. “Erica and I are… well, we’re lovers. We have a relationship. I’m a lesbian, Mum!”

It was a big relief to finally come out to my mother, but she didn’t seem upset at all. She laughed and gave me a hug. “Didn’t you think I knew that?” she said. “You’ve been a lesbian all your life. I’ve seen the way you look at pretty girls and women. I just wondered when you would come out and tell me. I know you’ve been fooling around with Erica for years… and I also know about your little games when you and Miki were sharing a room.”

“So… you’re not angry with me?”

“No, baby, why should I be? You haven’t done anything wrong. Should I punish you for loving? And those little games with your sister… don’t tell anyone, but Monica and I did that too when we grew up. Nothing wrong with that!”

I hugged my mother with a big smile. “I know I’ve said things to you sometimes that weren’t very nice, but you really are a great mother,” I said.

She gave me a little money and I ran off to school.

After school I bought a present and took the bus to the hospital to see Erica and little newborn Dani. Luckily enough, Erica had a room all by herself and little Dani was sleeping in a sort of glass box on wheels beside her bed. I looked at her.

“Oh, my God, how small she is,” I said.

“Yes,” Erica answered. “So small, yet so perfect. Wait a minute! I’ll show you something…”

She gently lifted Dani up from her bed and put her on the big bed. Erica opened the little baby-overall that Dani had on and showed me the naked upper body of her little baby.

And I almost fainted. The baby girl had breasts. Little round shaped bumps on her chests. I couldn’t stop looking.

“Cute, aren’t they?” Erica said.

“Yeah… but….”

She laughed a little. “Don’t worry. The nurse told me they will go away in a few days. It has something to do with hormones. She said it’s quite common for newborn girls to have breasts. And then they disappear. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

I slowly nodded my head, unable to speak.

“Don’t you wanna kiss them?” Erica said. “Or touch them?”

I sat on the bed and Erica leaned down and kissed the baby’s breasts and then encouraged me to do the same thing.

And at last I did and I could almost hear little Dani’s heartbeat inside. Then Erica and I kissed for a while until visiting hours were over and I had to go.

The night after my first visit, there were some kind of complications and Dani was taken in for intensive care. She was close to dying several times in the weeks after that, but survived. Finally, at the age of four months, Erica could take her home.

The first night Dani was home, Erica wanted me to be there with them. We had a candlelight dinner while Dani was asleep, and at dessert I heard a little sound from the crib. I went into the bedroom and Dani was awake, looking at some toys hanging over the crib. I picked her up and she grabbed my hair with one of her little hands. Erica was in the kitchen cleaning up when we got there.

“Hello little sweetheart,” she said. “You seem to like Mummy Nellie too! And why shouldn’t you? She’s Mummy’s girlfriend!”

Dani started to cry a little.

“No, no, baby,” Erica said. “You are Mummy’s girl, Dani, sure you are. But Nellie loves us too and we love her, Don’t we?”

She opened her blouse and put Dani to her breast and the baby started sucking loudly. They sat on the living room sofa and I sat down next to them.

When Dani had finished her meal, Erica put her to her shoulder to make her burp, then Erica went towards the bathroom and the nursing table. She called me and I followed.

Erica gently undressed Dani while talking to her in a loving motherly way. Her diaper was a mess and I had to go out, I couldn’t stand either the sight or the smell, but Erica called me back when Dani was nice and clean.

“Look at her,” Erica said. “Look at that little tiny pussy! Isn’t she cute?”

“Yes, darling,” I said. “She sure is…”

“Don’t you want to taste her? Come on, Nel, take a lick! I know you want to.”

I was as paralyzed, couldn’t move or talk. But Erica could. She opened Dani’s legs and spread them wide open. Then she put her hands on the baby’s inner thighs and her thumbs gently opened Dani’s little pussy lips.

“See? She’s so perfect… look at her little clit! And the opening… so tiny!”

She slowly leaned down and caressed Dani’s little baby pussy with her lips. Dani seemed to be very happy. Not that she laughed or even smiled, but I imagine that babies always protest when they don’t like things.

Erica smiled at her. “Yes, you like Mummy kissing your little cunt, don’t you Dani baby? What? Mummy didn’t understand. What did you say?”

I giggled a little, because of course Dani hadn’t said a word.

“Oh… you want Mummy Nellie to kiss you too! Yes, baby, sure she wants to! Who could resist such a cute little baby like you.” Then Erica turned to me. “Go on, darling! Show her you love her! Give her pussy what it wants. Look, she’s spreading even more for you!”

I hesitated a bit, but Erica put her hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me down towards Daniela’s little body.

Whenever I want to, I can still recall the special smell from her little baby pussy. She’d been cleaned with a special baby soap and maybe that was what gave her that special nice smell. I could feel the warmth from her little body and gently placed a very soft kiss on Dani’s tiny pussy lips. Erica kept motioning me to give her a real licking, and I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her little slit. Erica’s hands caressed my butt and thighs and I could tell she got very excited from watching me lick her little baby.

I took a little break to get a kiss from Erica’s mouth, and as I lifted my head up I saw it was in the exact right second. Dani started to pee, and I felt glad my mouth wasn’t there just then.

But Erica laughed and put Dani’s diaper back on and removed the wet towel that had been under her. She put Dani back into her crib and turned to me.

“It was nice to see you eating her,” she said. “I did it myself just three hours after she was born. Too bad she lost her little tits, but before she grows new ones she’ll have lots of fun with you and me. She is a bit too young to really enjoy sex yet, but it’s good she’s getting used to being caressed and kissed and licked from the beginning. I think that will make sex a natural part of her life later on.”

I was thinking of all the fun we would have in the years to come. Fantasies of Dani at three, four or five in beautiful dresses with no panties underneath. When her dark hair was long and shiny and her body hot and horny.

“What are you thinking about, my darling?” Erica gave me a loving smile and took me in her arms.

“Nothing… or… well, I was thinking of how it might be when she’s a little older.”

“Aha… Are you planning to seduce her? Like I seduced you?”

“No… I don’t think I’ll have to. I guess she will join us in bed long before she’s that age.”

“She will… and even more once she’s housebroken,” Erica said and we both laughed. It was a little strange to use that word about a human. Dogs and cats are housebroken, not little girls. But of course I understood what Erica meant.

She kissed me with so much love and affection, and her hands came wandering over my firm breasts. My legs started shaking and I opened my mouth to accept her tongue when she leaned in to kiss me.

“Fuck me,” I whispered with my lips almost touching hers. “Make love to me, darling. It’s been so long since the last time!”

“Yes, my darling, way too long. I’ve missed you so much!”

Her hands were trembling as they released me from the prison of my clothes. Item by item fell to the floor and when we both were naked, Erica put on some low, soft music and pulled me really close to her. We danced closely together kissing and cuddling for a long time before we fell down on the big bed and ended up in 69-position eating each other out.

An hour or so later, Dani woke up again and started to cry. Erica put her next to me with my breast very close to her mouth. Dani found the nipple and started sucking it. The feeling was amazing, though she soon gave it up since I didn’t have any milk for her. But Erica did, and it was a precious moment being naked together in bed while Dani nursed from Erica. Dani’s diaper was the only clothing-like thing anyone of us had on.

When Dani had finished eating, we all fell asleep. I didn’t awaken until my mother called on the phone, worried that something had happened to me.

“Sorry, Mum,” I said. “I lost the track of time. Little Dani is so cute I just can’t stop looking. Please let me stay the night!”

She said yes, and I was very happy to spend the evening in bed with Erica and Dani.

* * *

Today Dani is 28 years old and married to a very nice man. They have two little boys and Dani is living an every day life like everybody else, totally heterosexual.

Except for the times she visits her dirty old aunt for some girl sex and some talk about her childhood and youth. But that’s our secret, hers and mine. Maybe I’ll share some more of it with you some day! And if you’re wondering who is the father of her I can’t tell you that because I don’t know. Erica said that four gay men she knew had mixed sperm from all four of them and given it to her and she had inserted it by herself and got lucky. All four had dark hair and brown eyes so her looks comes from her father but the craving for sex definitely comes from her mother, my darling Erica.

 

My Summer with Erica, Chapter 5

  • Posted on July 14, 2015 at 1:48 pm

By Nellie of Sweden

My glorious summer was over and I really missed sleeping with Erica, my cousin, girlfriend and idol. Now it was October and I was back in town in our small two-bedroom apartment sharing a room with Michaela (or Miki, as we called her) my eight-years-older sister. What I am about to tell you about took place in the middle of November, a dark and cold Friday night.

I had hoped I could visit Erica for the weekend but my Aunt Monica, her mother, said no this time because she had decided they would go to Stockholm for the weekend to shop a little for Christmas. So I turned in early crying in my pillow, longing for Erica’s loving arms. My sister had gone to a school dance and wasn’t there when I eventually fell asleep.

I awoke by the sound of the door opening and looked at the alarm clock. It was almost midnight and Miki had come home. I watched her silently as she took her blouse and jeans off. She had only the little bed lamp lighted so my part of the room was all dark and I could watch her without getting caught. At least that was what I thought.

Miki stood before the mirror and smiled at herself. She posed and looked again in lots of different positions. Then she opened her bra and took it off. I held my breath. God, she was gorgeous! Then I felt a little sorry that she couldn’t seem to stand the sight of me. I wondered if we ever were going to be friendly with each other.

Miki smiled again and looked very pleased with the picture she saw in the mirror. She put her hands on her tits and caressed them. Her nipples were quite small and light-brown coloured. I remembered what Erica had said about her, and I still didn’t believe it.

Miki smiled at her own reflection in the mirror and started to do a slow sexy dance while caressing herself. Suddenly a little giggle slipped out of my mouth, and the next second I wished I was dead.

Miki turned around really fast and looked at me with a very angry face. “What are you looking at, you little brat?” she said with rage in her voice.

I was scared stiff and almost couldn’t answer. “N… n… nothing! I didn’t see anything!”

She came towards me with her finger pointing at me and her eyes filled with anger. “If you as much as breathe a single word about this to anyone in the whole world…. If you do, you’re dead! DEAD! Do you hear me, bitch?”

I started to cry and turned my back on Miki, sobbing and hugging my pillow. “Go away,” I sniveled. “I didn’t do anything to you!”

I was crying my eyes out and my whole body was shaking and somewhere far away I heard a deep sigh. Then steps coming towards my bed and I tried to make myself as small as I could so Miki wouldn’t hit me. But instead she sat down on the edge of my bed and gently stroke my hair.

“Hey, Sis… I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry, I really am.”

I cried so much that I just barely managed to speak. “I’m used to it! Now go away, please!”

I couldn’t stop crying and I heard Miki sigh again. She squeezed my shoulder gently with her hand. “Hey, Nellie… please listen to me! I have something important to say to you… And of course I won’t hurt you.”

“What?” I sobbed with my face buried in my pillow.

She stroked my hair again and started talking with a completely different voice. She was now crying too.

“I know I’ve been a real bitch,” Miki said. “I’m sorry, sis, I really am! I don’t know why really. ‘Cause, like you said yourself, you haven’t done anything to me. I guess… well, I guess I’ve been sort of jealous of you.”

I managed to calm down a little but I still had my back turned on her. “Why? Why would you be jealous of me? I don’t have anything you don’t have yourself.”

“No, you don’t… it’s really you that should be jealous, ’cause at least I have one thing that you don’t have….”

“What?”

“A sweet sister…. I have one but you d-don’t…”

Miki was crying heavily now and I started to feel sorry for her. It was obvious she really meant every word.

Then she continued. “You’re such an angel and everybody loves you! I guess that’s what made me jealous and acting like a real jerk. But I promise you, Nel, that I’ll change. From now on, I’ll treat you better, I promise! Please believe me and… please forgive me! Can you do that, Nel? If I promise to make it up to you the best I can?”

I felt so relieved and happy although I still was crying a little. I nodded my head and whispered, “Yes! Yes, Miki I forgive you. Let’s forget all about it and start all over. And I’ll try not to be such a pain too!”

“You’re not a pain at all! It was just me,” Miki said. I felt her shivering and suddenly she said, “Aren’t you cold? I’m freezing!”

I moved closer to the wall and lifted up the covers and even managed to smile at my sister. “You can come and lie down here with me if you like! It’s warm and cozy down here. I’ve been warming up the bed for hours.”

Miki smiled and wiped some tears from her face. “Can I? Really, Nellie?”

I nodded my head yes and she smiled at me before getting under my covers. Miki looked really happy.

“Hey, how long ago is it since the last time we were in the same bed?” she said.

“Don’t know… years and years I guess…”

I felt her legs against mine and she was really cold. I smiled at my sister. “You’ll soon be warm,” I said.

Miki looked into my eyes and giggled. “Thank you, Nel,” she said. “Thank you for forgiving me, I know I don’t deserve it! And thank you for letting my cold body be in bed with yours.”

Then she smiled again. “Wanna go to sleep?”

“Mmm… kiss me goodnight first,” I heard myself saying, before I had the time to think.

Miki looked surprised and smiled again. “Really? Can I do that, Nel?”

I felt so happy that our sisterly war seemed to be over and didn’t answer but gently pressed my lips against hers. And…. my sister blushed!

“Wow…” she said. “Wow, Nellie! I really loved that! One more? Please?”

I don’t know if it was me or Miki who first opened her mouth, but our next kiss was not a sisterly one but a deep French kiss with our tongues dancing.

Miki’s face was deeply red when we finally broke apart and she looked a little embarrassed. “Eh… I think maybe I should go back to my own bed,” she said with a trembling voice.

“No… please stay,” I whispered.

“But…. I’m afraid that if I stay something could happen that shouldn’t happen! Maybe I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself!”

I giggled and put my arms around Miki’s neck. “Well… then don’t,” I whispered and moved my face towards her with my mouth half open to let her know I wanted another kiss.

And she kissed me again and again and I could hear her breath getting heavier and then suddenly Miki spoke to me again. “Nellie, I love you,” she whispered. “But who taught you how to kiss like that? Those kisses made me all tingly! You know… ‘down there.'”

“Yeah, I know… me too,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yes…”

Miki pulled me really close to her and her hands wandered down on my back and stopped on my firm little butt. She squeezed my ass cheeks and I hissed in expectation.

Miki put her left hand on my hip and gently pushed me over on my back. She kissed me again and whispered in my ear. “Oh, God, Nel… I can’t help myself anymore! Tell me to stop, or slap my face if I do anything you don’t like!”

I hugged her and pulled my knees up to show her that it was okay to touch me. Miki smiled and I could see in her eyes she understood what my body told her. Her hand stroked over my stomach and down on my thigh. Then back up and stopped at the waistband of my pyjama pants. At that point I grabbed her hand and lifted it away and I saw the disappointment in Miki’s face. But I lifted her hand to my face and kissed it gently. Then I put it back down. Right between my legs, right on my pussy, and put my own hand on hers and smiled at her.

“Oh, Nellie, you almost fooled me,” Miki giggled. “I thought you would stop me.”

I didn’t say anything, I just smiled and spread my legs for my sister’s hand. She stroked my pussy through the pj’s but soon her hand returned to the waistband. Her fingertips came inside and then she stopped.

“May I?” she whispered.

“Yes Miki,” I whispered back.

Her soft hand slowly caressed its way down to my pussy and she smiled when she felt how wet I was. Miki’s fingers rubbed gently along my slit and my inner pussy lips opened for her. Very, very gently she pushed her little finger against the opening of my childish vagina and she looked a little surprised when it slipped in so easily. She gave me a curious smile.

“Baby… you’re not a virgin… Who did this to you? Who molested you, sis?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No one, Miki…. don’t talk so much, please! Keep touching me and kiss me instead!”

Miki laughed a little and did as I asked. She rubbed my clit and fucked me with her fingers and I felt how my body was getting closer to an orgasm. I spread my legs as much as possible to give Miki complete access to my pink hairless little cunt. Miki noticed my excitement and rubbed me harder and harder.

“Let me make you come, baby,” she said. “Come for me, my darling baby sister.”

I closed my eyes and let myself go completely. My pelvis was moving against Miki’s fingers, fucking them as they fucked me.

At last I reached climax, and I may even have made a little scream because I remember Miki putting the pillow over my face.

After that first orgasm with Miki, we held each other tightly for awhile and kissed while I caught my breath.

Then Miki spoke again. “Nellie… who took your virginity? Was it Dad? Has he been fooling around with you?”

“No!!! No, absolutely not! Why do you ask that? Dad has never touched me that way.”

“He did with me,” she said. “He tried to rape me once when I was ten but Mum caught him. He was drunk of course but still…”

“But… but Dad doesn’t drink at all!”

“No… now he doesn’t! I think Mum made him promise to stop drinking not to report his abuse. So… if he didn’t, who did?”

“Nobody! You know, a girl can lose her cherry in other ways too.”

“I know that, silly! But I also know that a girl your age should be a little tighter than you are down there, even if her hymen has been broken from riding a bike or a horse. You’re tight but not that tight!”

I didn’t answer but just a second after that Miki smiled at me. “Oh, I know… It was our sweet lesbian cousin! Right? It was Erica, wasn’t it? She seduced you at Grandma’s last summer, didn’t she?”

I couldn’t lie to Miki so I slowly nodded my head. “She loves me,” I said. “And I love her! We’re girlfriends and me lying here with you is sort of cheating on her… I didn’t think of that till now!”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Miki said. “Did she tell you that she has made love to me as well? A year ago or so…”

“Yes… and she also told me that she didn’t think you really hated me! She said that deep down she was sure you really loved me, in spite of it all.”

Miki smiled. “She’s a terrific judge of character,” she said, “almost a mind reader!”

Suddenly I became aware of the heat in my bed. I was all sweaty and I looked at my sister and smiled. “Miki… don’t you think it’s hot here? Would you mind if I took my jammies off?”

She giggled and stroke my cheek. “No, of course not! Wanna be naked together?”

“Okay…”

I quickly removed my pyjamas and Miki took off the tank top she had put on before coming into my bed. I admired her gorgeous breasts.

“You’re really beautiful, Miki,” I said with admiration. “I hope my breasts will be as pretty as yours when I grow up. Can I touch them a little? Please?”

“Sure you can! Touch them all you want!”

I put my little hands on Miki’s breasts and gently caressed her already rock-hard nipples. They were dark brown and bigger than Erica’s. Miki was more woman all over and Erica was still a girl. Her brown eyes looked at me with a love that I had never experienced from her before and she giggled when I gently pinched her nipples with two fingers. I crawled down in the bed a little and Miki giggled again when I took one of her nipples in my mouth and started sucking it. I kissed and sucked her tits for a while and let my hand wander down over her flat tummy till I reached the waistband of her lace panties.

“This is unfair,” I said in a very self-conscious childish way. “I’m naked but you’re not! Unfair!”

Miki laughed.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” she said smiling with her whole face.

“Take ’em off of you,” I said. “Can I, Miki? Can I take your panties off?”

“Yes, baby, sure you can!”

She lifted her butt enough for me to draw her tight lace panties down over her thighs and she laughed as I slowly removed them completely. I was now standing on my knees by Miki’s feet looking at her naked body and she smiled at me and actually blushed a little.

“What are you gonna do to me, she said giggling in a childish way pressing her legs tight together and covering her pussy with her hands.

“You’re beautiful, Miki,” I said. “Remove your hands, please, and let me look at you properly!”

She did and even blushed a little more. I crawled up on top of my sister feeling her soft naked body against mine. I kissed her tits some more and then her tummy. It tickled her and she laughed a little. Then I went ahead lower and Miki spread her legs at my first touch. Her pussy hair was very neatly trimmed, a small triangle with shortly trimmed hair on the front and her pussy lips as bald as mine. I saw, despite the darkness, how wet she was. Pussy juices were flowing all over her clean shaved pussy lips and I couldn’t wait to taste her. Miki was almost crying again.

“Oh God, Nellie, you’re too good to be true! Do it to me, sis! Eat my pussy! Lick my cunt, baby!”

My lips and tongue were the first parts of my body to touch Miki’s lovely pussy and she tasted wonderful. I licked her as Erica had taught me, and Miki soon was shivering all over. I stuck my fingers inside her and discovered to my surprise that my sister still was a virgin. I could feel her hymen in there. Gently I inserted another finger inside her and Miki was moaning with pleasure.

“Aaaoooowww,” she said when I let a third finger penetrate her anus, but she relaxed again almost at once and started to fuck my mouth and fingers. Just moments later she took my head between her both hands and pressed it hard against her pussy when she came.

A little later we were cuddling again, and Miki held me in her arms. “Wow, Nellie! Erica sure did a good job teaching you how to give a girl pleasure,” she said. “Let me just catch my breath a little and I’ll pay you back for that great licking!”

Shortly after, she smiled at me and said, “Come on, sis! Sit on my face and let me taste that sweet little cunt of yours! I’ve always dreamed of licking a totally hairless pussy.”

I got up standing on the floor beside the bed and Erica stroked my pussy with her hand and then she said, “Come here, sis! Give it to me.”

I placed my knees on each side of Miki’s head and lowered myself down till I felt her warm breath on my pussy. And then she stuck her tongue in my wet little slit and started to fuck me with it. Her hands wandered up to my non-existing breasts and pinched my nipples rock hard while she was slurping, licking and sucking my bald little pussy.

My orgasm was so strong and intense that I almost fell down to the floor, but Miki got hold of my hips just before I lost my balance and held me still. I bit my own hand to keep from screaming and maybe waking Mum and Dad up. I bit till I could taste blood in my mouth. Then I collapsed beside Miki in the bed. She held me and kissed me.

“Oh, Nellie, what a great lover you are,” she said. “Let’s make love often from now on!”

I looked at my sister and smiled with a naughty glance in my eyes. I nodded my head.

“Yep, that’s the best idea you’ve had in years! How about at least once a day?”

Continue on to Chapter 6

 

My Summer with Erica, Chapter 4

  • Posted on July 14, 2015 at 1:28 pm

By Nellie of Sweden

The summer ended with a stormy night, with thunder and lightning and the rain whipping the tin roof of Grandma’s little guest house. Erica and I were naked together in my bed, kissing and cuddling and caressing each other. I didn’t mind the weather, although normally I was a little afraid of thunder and lightning.

But I was sad that it was our last night together so now and then tears came in my eyes. Erica saw my tears and tried to cheer me up.

“It’s okay, darling,” she whispered. “I’m sorry too that the summer is over but we don’t live on each side of the earth, you know! I can come and see you and you can come to me. Twenty-five minutes by bus isn’t the end of the world, you know. And you’ll still be my girl, won’t you?”

I tried to stop crying but couldn’t help sobbing a little.

“Yeah, I guess but…. we won’t be sleeping together! If you come to our house we can’t do anything ’cause me and Miki share the same room you know.”

Miki was the nickname for my big sister Michaela. Erica smiled and got a funny look in her eyes.

“Mmm… but are you sure Miki wouldn’t want to join in with us?” she said.

I almost laughed. “No way! She hates me! She can hardly stand to be in the same room with me!”

Erica looked at me saying nothing for a while. Then she said, “What would you say if I told you that you’re wrong? That she only feels ashamed because deep down she wants you the same way I do. And treats you like shit just to cover her true feelings!”

“You’re crazy,” I said shaking my head. “I love you very much, but you’re crazy if you believe that! She hates me, and that’s it!”

Erica shook her head again. “No, Nellie! Trust me, I can read people better than that, you know! I’m not saying I’m a mind reader but I can see many things that others can’t! Miki adores you and I bet she would give anything to get inside your panties. She is just afraid you would tell on her, so she’s never tried anything.”

“But… but… Miki likes boys,” I said in a doubtful voice.

Erica smiled at me and kissed me. “Well… some girls do! Most girls really, nothing wrong with that. But I’ve seen the way she looks at you when you’re not watching. She really loves you Nellie, although she has an odd way of showing it. And besides… she has tried girl sex and she loves that too. I know ’cause I’m the girl she did it with!”

“What???” I could hardly believe my ears.

Erica nodded her head. “Yeah, it’s true! But what we did was just sex. You and I are different, this is love! I love you! Oh my God, I love you so much!”

My pussy was soaking wet and I started to gently rub it on Erica’s thigh. She felt my wetness and smiled at me.

“Oh, you horny little slut,” she said and kissed me again.

“Erica…” I whispered quietly.

“Yes, my baby darling, what do you want? Shall I take down the moon for you? Or stop the wind and the rain? Just say a word and I’ll at least give it a try!”

“No… nothing like that! I want you to fuck me. Please, Erica, fuck me one last time.”

I reached with one hand for the strap-on in her suitcase beside the bed and gave it to her.

“Put it on,” I said. “Please put it on and fuck me one more time. Tomorrow night we will both be in our own homes and I’ll miss having sex with you every night and every morning.”

She smiled at me again. “My sweet little baby whore,” she said. “My horny little princess! Of course I want to fuck that sweet pussy again before we go to sleep. You’re such a little slut! And that’s what I love most about you! But first of all… what do you think I wanna do first?”

I blushed a little, suddenly embarrassed although I still don’t know why.

“Eat me,” I whispered. “Lick my pussy! And let me eat yours!”

That very day she had shaved her soft blond thin pussy hair off and she was as bald as I was.

Erica turned around lying on top of me with her pussy right in front of my face and her face between my legs. I started to taste her slit with my tongue and Erica shivered all over. She did the same for me and I came almost instantly. Then I heard her voice again.

“Be still and relax, baby! I have another surprise for you!”

The surprise was a candle. Thinner than the strap-on-dildo but much thicker than Erica’s fingers. She stuck it up my vagina and kept licking me at the same time. She pushed it gently in and out a few times and then I felt her moving it to my anus.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” she whispered as she slowly pushed the candle into my butthole. I felt the candle in my ass and shivered by excitement and a little fear too.

When about an inch of the candle was inside me she drew it back a bit but not all the way out before she pushed it in again. Deeper this time and then the same procedure again. At last I had a good six inches of candle up my ass and Erica let go of it and started to rub my slit with the dildo. She sucked my clit til’ I almost screamed and right after my next orgasm she started to enter my vagina with the plastic cock.

“Oh, yes… that’s a good girl! Good girl, Nellie! Let it inside you! Relax and let me fuck you! I’ll fuck you so you can’t walk tomorrow.”

I almost cried, that’s how horny I was and Erica had to remind me to keep licking her. I had forgotten everything except the feeling in my own pussy and asshole.

Orgasm after orgasm floated through my childish body. But at that moment I wasn’t a little girl – I was a horny young slut who only wanted to be fucked, licked and sucked.

At last I fainted. Or fell asleep – I don’t know which but next morning Erica told me that I had fallen asleep with the candle still deep up my asshole. She had pulled it out without any reaction from me. That’s how exhausted I was!

The day after we both went back home and I didn’t see Erica for a whole week. But when the first week of school was over my mum said to me when I came home…

“Nel, darling! Monica just called and asked if we would take Erica in for the weekend. She has to work extra shifts at the hospital and Erica’s father Anders… Well, you know how he is! He seems to have a period of drinking again and Monica didn’t want to leave Erica with him. So I said okay, she can sleep in Miki’s bed ’cause Miki is going to Stockholm with the basketball team for the weekend.”

I couldn’t say a word at first. I was soooo happy!

“That’s okay with you, I hope! Isn’t it?”

I put my arms around my mother’s neck and kissed her on the mouth.

“Yes Mum! That’s very, very, very okay! Thank you!”

Continue on to Chapter 5