In the morning, I gradually came awake, with the tempting aroma of coffee calling me, beckoning me. The siren song was irresistible. But I wasn’t at home, in my own bed… so where was I? Then I remembered, and smiled to myself as I recalled the exciting events of the day and night before.
Tina was fast asleep beside me, turned away, snoring softly. A clock radio by the bed said it was just past 8:00. I quietly pulled on my shorts and my silk top, leaving both panties and bra behind, then left the room and went downstairs to the kitchen, barefoot.
Valerie was the only one up. She looked amazing, like a movie star — wearing high heels and a swishy skirt, with her hair done and her makeup beautiful applied — I don’t know where she found the energy.
“Good morning,” the brunette beamed. “Did you sleep well?”
I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. “Yes, I did. Thank you.”
“Want some coffee?”
“Oh my god, do I ever.”
“All right,” Valerie chuckled, pouring me a cup.
I took it gratefully, and sipped. It was heavenly.
We sat and chatted for a half hour or so, drinking coffee, reviewing our plans for the coming weekend, the first meeting of our little club. I found it very easy to talk with Valerie, as if she and I had been friends all our lives. It seemed true what she’d said, that we were destined by fate to be close.
After a while, Tina came down, looking young and fresh. She’d taken a quick shower. Her hair was still damp and she wore no makeup. The pretty teenager was dressed in bikini panties and a little crop top but nothing else.
I devoured the girl with my eyes, having to restrain myself from throwing her on the butcher block counter and ravishing her. It’s likely neither she nor her mother would have minded if I had done that, but for whatever reason I didn’t.
The two younger kids joined us a short time later. They were wide awake and chattering nonstop like the little girls they were. I noticed, however, that Becky was looking at me in a different way. Her gaze now held a curious, even carnal interest. I could tell she’d heard a lot from Kerie the night before about the things my daughter and I would do in bed.
Breakfast was scrambled eggs Santa Fe style, along with Chorizo sausage and rye toast. It was incredibly delicious, of course. If Valerie cooked for me all the time, I’d weigh 300 pounds. Good thing she doesn’t!
We left fairly early, around 11:00, after helping with the cleanup. I had chores to do at home, and I also wanted to start figuring out exactly how and when I would talk with Jae and with Rose about my ideas for the club.
As we drove, I asked Kerie, “So, how late did you guys stay up last night?”
“Um, pretty late. Not until midnight, though. Not quite, but almost. I got too sleepy.”
“Okay. And what did you talk about?”
“Lotsa stuff. You know, about school and our friends. People we like and don’t like.” With a laugh, she said, “Becky’s funny. She told me all about this teacher she hates, Mr. Ainsley, how stupid he is and stuff. She calls him Mr. Ass-ly. She’s funny.”
I pulled into the driveway, smiling at that, and turned off the engine. “Come on, let’s go inside and you can tell me more.”
We settled on the couch, and I asked for the details. Kerie said that before the girls got in bed, they’d played with dolls for a while and then Becky asked her if she liked playing games, if she wanted to play Clue or maybe Candy Land.
“That’s when I told her all about us, about our secrets. I told her I like playing games with you, only not those kinds of games. Well, sometimes we do play those kinds of games, but that’s not what I meant then.”
I patted her knee. “Yes, I know, I understand. Go on.”
“I told her that I always sleep with you, in the same bed, and that we like to kiss and stuff.”
“What did she think about that?”
Kerie shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t say anything about it.”
“Okay. What else did you tell her?”
“Um, I told her that we started playing a game a while ago where I get on top of you and rub on you and stuff until you get an orgasm. And then I told her you showed me how to masturbate and tried to teach me, but I said I wasn’t very good at it yet. Then she said she knows how, and she showed me.”
“She showed you?”
“Uh-huh. She does it kinda different from you, though. She doesn’t really touch, you know, her boobies or anything. She just, like, tickles herself, tickles her pussy.”
“And she showed you this?”
I was getting very turned on as I imagined the scene. There’s something about little girls in bed together talking about sex that just drives me wild. I opened my shorts and slid my hand inside my panties.
Kerie smiled as she watched me starting to masturbate.
“Go on,” I urged. “Tell me more. I want to hear all about this.”
“Okay. Um, we got on the bed and Becky pushed down her panties. She was sitting, kind of leaning against a pillow, and she just used one finger to tickle herself.”
“Uh-huh.” I was using more than one finger to tickle myself.
“I asked her how long did it take, and she said she didn’t know, maybe a few minutes or something. So I just watched her and she tickled herself. She didn’t say anything, just kept tickling with one finger. Except then she kinda spread her pussy open and looked down inside, you know, at her vagina.”
“At her vagina? Mmmm… could you tell if she was wet?”
“Yeah, she was,” my daughter nodded.
“Nice.”
“So, um, she looked at herself, then put her finger down inside, this one.” Kerie held up the middle finger of her right hand. “And she rubbed it there for a minute, in her vagina, then started tickling herself again, you know, her clit.”
“Uh-huh. Go on.”
“Well, then pretty soon she started getting sorta jumpy, like breathing fast and shaking and stuff.”
“Like she was gonna come?”
“Yeah, and right after that she did come. It was fun watching her.”
“I’ll bet it was,” I said. “Did it make you want to touch yourself too?”
“No, not really. But it gave me another idea.”
“Oh, yeah? What was that?”
Kerie grinned. “I asked Becky if I could tickle her that way, only not with my finger — with my tongue.”
“Omigod, you did??”
“Uh-huh. She didn’t know what I meant at first, and I said it’s called oral sex. Then she said she knows about oral sex. She’s watched it, you know, on her computer. But she’d never done it with anyone. So I asked if I could try it on her and she said okay.”
“My god.”
I was rubbing my clit very fast. It felt swollen and hard under my fingers. I was almost ready to come, but wanted to hold off so I could hear more of the story.
“Did you lick her?” I asked, breathlessly. “Did you lick Becky’s pussy?”
“Uh-huh. And you know what?”
“What?”
“It happened faster this time. Faster, I mean, than when she was just tickling herself. After I started licking her, she got really jumpy again like right away, right at the start. She was kind of shaking and moving around, making all these huffing and puffing sounds, and then she got an orgasm.”
“Ohh, fuck!!”
I climaxed. I’d tried to wait, but this was too much. Hearing about my 8-year-old daughter licking a 10-year-old’s pussy and making her come was more than I could stand. Unfortunately I hadn’t thought ahead this time and ended up flooding my shorts and panties along with my fingers. That didn’t matter much, though, since it was laundry day anyway.
As I began to recover from the powerful orgasm — my eyes still closed, catching my breath, residual spasms making me shudder — I felt Kerie’s mouth on mine, kissing me, tongue licking at my lips. She was pressing her small body eagerly against me, rubbing up and down.
I opened my eyes, smiling at my little girl. Kerie had a wild look on her face. My daughter wanted sex. With me.
“Come on,” I said, “let’s go in the bedroom.”
“Okay.”
We practically ran down the hall, threw off all our clothes, and jumped on the bed.
The first thing I had to have was a taste of her slit. I pushed Kerie down, spreading her slim legs. But before I started eating her, I asked, “Is there more? Did you do more with Becky?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded.
“Tell me,” I urged. “Tell me what else you did.” Then I put my mouth over her beautiful pink pussy, kissing and sucking and licking.
“Okay, um,” she began, in an unsteady, high-pitched voice. “We, um, after that, I said I wanted to show her how… how I play that game… with you, and… and… mmmm Mommy Mommy, I — UNHH!!”
If Becky had come quickly the night before, Kerie came even more quickly now. I’d been licking her for no more than thirty seconds when suddenly she climaxed. She must have been primed from telling me her story and watching me masturbate.
Kerie squealed as she came, but I didn’t let her go. With my arms wrapped tightly around her thin thighs, I pressed my mouth against my little girl’s sex, driving my tongue inside her sweet vagina, then sucking her clit again until she came a second time and a third time.
Finally I pulled away, licking my lips, relishing the taste. Eating my daughter’s pussy is such a thrill. It never gets old. I gazed at her, lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, gasping for air, chest and cheeks flushed red.
I lay close to Kerie, waiting for her to recover, petting and soothing her. After she’d calmed down a bit, I whispered in her ear, “Did you fuck Becky last night in her bed? Did you get on top of her and fuck her the way you fuck me?”
“Uh-huh.” She turned toward me, nodding and smiling, blue eyes bright with excitement. “I did. I fucked Becky.”
“Will you show me how?”
“Okay,” she giggled.
My daughter climbed on top of me. Although I was still a little sore from my marathon with Tina, I was so turned on by everything I’d heard that I simply had to have more.
“I didn’t know if I could do it with her like I do with you,” Kerie said, as she positioned herself. “I mean, it doesn’t really work that good with Melissa. It’s not the same. But you know what?”
“What?”
“With Becky it did work. She’s kinda like soft and puffy and warm. And she was all slippery and gooey too, after I licked her, so it felt really nice. I told her you and me have been doing that for a while now, fucking. I told her you said it’s okay if we call it fucking.”
“Yes, it is,” I nodded. “I like it when you say that.”
“I told Becky she should put her legs around me like you do sometimes, you know, kind of pulling me close, and she did. Then I fucked her.”
As Kerie was explaining all this, she was acting it out at the same time, rubbing her little pussy on my sex.
“You fucked her?” I said, as I wrapped my legs around my little girl, pulling her against me. “You fucked Becky? Did she come?”
“No. She didn’t, but I did.”
“You came on her?”
“Uh-huh, it felt great.”
“I want you to come on me now, okay? I want you to come on Mommy. Fuck Mommy and come on Mommy’s pussy!”
“Yeah, I want to, I want to.” She was moving very quickly now, up and down, up and down. “I love to fuck you, Mommy! I love fucking you!”
Kerie humped me harder and harder, faster and faster — and then she came.
I didn’t climax that time, but I didn’t care. Having my daughter come on top of me was almost as good as experiencing my own orgasm. I held her close and watched her face, felt the ecstatic movements of her slender body, sensed the heat of her pussy pressing against my center. What could possibly be better?
After she finished, we rested a minute or so, then I softly asked if there was anything more to tell. There was.
Kerie had licked Becky a second time, giving her another orgasm, and Becky had licked her too. They’d even tried a ’69’, using their fingers as well as their tongues. Those little girls had quite a fun time during the sleepover.
“She wanted to try doing it on me after that. You know, the game,” Kerie said, “fucking me. But it didn’t work as good for her. So then she just masturbated again while I watched. Then I got too sleepy. We turned out the light and that was all.”
“Mmm, very nice,” I whispered, giving her a kiss. “Thank you so much for telling me about it.”
“You’re welcome,” she yawned.
“I really need to get up now, honey, and get some chores done. But if you want to stay here and take a little nap, you can, all right?”
“Okay.”
I tucked her in bed, tenderly kissing her cheek. Kerie was used to having sex just about every evening, but staying up until nearly midnight was not the norm for her. She fell asleep almost instantly.
The next week went by in a flurry of plans and conversations. I spoke daily with Valerie on the phone to make sure everything was coming together for our Saturday meeting. Tina and I found a couple of chances to talk briefly about it at school as well, though we were careful to use impromptu code words so no one could gather a hint of the truth.
When I told Jae what I was working on, she was absolutely thrilled with the idea, as I knew she would be. She insisted that we tell Rose about it together, and I agreed. After dinner on Tuesday, we met with Rose at her house. She served coffee and cookies in the kitchen nook while the girls — Kerie and Melissa and Emily — frolicked outside in the swimming pool. It was a warm June evening, still above 80 degrees.
“So, we’ll tell all our secrets?” Rose grinned, her cute dimples showing, eyebrows wagging.
“That’s the idea,” I nodded. “I just think, you know, it can be nice to sort of let things out, with people you trust. That’s how this all got started, about a month ago when I told Jae about… well, when I told her a pretty big secret I was keeping. I’ll tell you about that now too, if you want, or we can wait until Saturday, for our first meeting.”
“Shelly has a friend,” said Jae, “a woman named Valerie, and she’s got some pretty interesting secrets too that she’s willing to share with us. It’s her house we’ll be using. That’s where we’ll meet. Valerie has two daughters. Right, Shelly?”
“Uh-huh. They’re, um, 15 and 10 years old. Tina and Becky.”
“Secrets…” Rose murmured, as she looked toward the backyard.
Through the sliding glass doors, we could see 13-year-old Emily, who’d just climbed out of the pool, walking slowly toward a lounge chair while squeezing water from her long auburn hair. The girl’s tiny yellow bikini, soaking wet, hid practically nothing. Her erect nipples poked through the top. Even their color was partially visible.
As she picked up a towel and started to dry herself, Emily glanced up and found all three women staring at her. She smiled.
In a quiet voice, Rose said, “I’ve told Jae, and I imagine she’s told you, Shelly, that I, uh… that I’ve been teaching my daughter Emily how to kiss.”
“Yes,” I confirmed. “Jae did tell me that. Although, to be honest, I’d heard about it earlier from Kerie, through Melissa and Emily.”
“Really?” Rose giggled, turning to me.
I shrugged. “You know how kids are. That’s another reason I think this club is a good idea, in a way. It’ll give them, our children, a safe place to tell their secrets and to hear stuff from others. Maybe then, hopefully, they’ll be less likely to tell those things to people they shouldn’t tell.”
Rose nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”
We were quiet for a few moments, our gaze turning again to Emily, who was still drying herself while facing toward the glass doors. Finally, Jae said, “There’s a lot of things we can tell you about, Rose, stuff about me and Shelly too, things she and I have done together.”
“I kind of suspected that,” the woman grinned. “You two don’t hide it very well.”
“Oops,” I blushed.
I didn’t really mind, of course, if Rose had guessed that Jae and I were lovers. That’s what this was all about, telling the truth.
After clearing my throat, I said, “If you think it’s best, we can tell you everything now, all of it, so there won’t be any shocking surprises when we meet this weekend. And we’ll tell your girls too — although they already know a lot of it.”
“They do?” said Rose.
“Well,” I chuckled, “as I said, kids aren’t very good at keeping secrets. I’ve tried my best, but… Melissa and Emily both know about some of the sexual things Kerie and I do together.”
Rose’s eyes went wide. “You and Kerie??”
“Mm-hm,” I nodded, but didn’t add anything else.
After looking at me for a moment, searching my face, the woman smiled, “So, the first meeting of the Secrets Club is Saturday night, huh? I wouldn’t miss that for anything.”
Continue on to Chapter 24
