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Bo and Me, Chapter 2

  • Posted on April 3, 2017 at 12:02 pm

By Unfastened Belts

Watching porn and playing with myself became regular things for me. I did it whenever no one was around; weekend nights when my parents and Bo were asleep, or after school if I was the first one home. I quickly found a few websites that I really liked. You had to say you were eighteen or older, but they wouldn’t know if you lied. I kept a rigid browser cache-cleaning routine, so I wouldn’t get caught.

Usually I played with my pussy while I was watching porn, but I always held back and waited to make myself come with a proper session in bed afterwards. I found out early that I loved to tease and restrain myself. For some reason, it turned me on so much more. Sometimes I’d even start touching myself in the morning, then stop before I came because I enjoyed going to school horny. I liked being aware of my pussy.

This horny side of myself took me by surprise. I’d always thought of myself as a good girl with nothing to hide. I didn’t think masturbating was evil anymore, but I still kept it a secret from everybody, and I didn’t know anybody who said they did it. I wondered how many of the people in my class masturbated. Probably most of them, I decided.

I also figured out that I was very picky with the videos I watched. I found that I loved homemade videos best, like the first one I saw. I kept going back to that one, and I liked to imagine that the cameraman was Melanie’s boyfriend. I disliked most videos that seemed overly produced or exaggerated.

I especially loved videos of girls masturbating, and lesbians having sex. I watched videos of guys jerking off and having sex with girls, too, but while I enjoyed them, they didn’t excite me nearly as much. I’d always been pretty reflective, so I became aware of that right away. For a good while, I reasoned that I probably preferred to watch videos with just girls because I loved seeing someone like myself experience pleasure, and identified with them. Sex will never feel the same for me as it does for a guy, I thought, but with girls, I can imagine I’m them.

I still loved to read masturbation stories too, but I only acted out some of them. For some vague reason I didn’t feel comfortable with the thought of losing my hymen, so I never fingered my vagina except for some cautious, curious poking. I was very content with the sensations I was getting just from toying with my clit, anyway.

I did come to love some of the classics, like humping my pillow or a big plush tiger that lived on my bedside. Its tail was covered with incredibly soft fur, and I loved brushing myself with it between the legs, back and forth over my mound. I couldn’t come from that, but it turned me on like crazy. Sometimes when I went to bed, I’d pull down my pyjama pants underneath the blankets, then tuck Tigger’s tail (yeah, I know, really original) between my legs and go to sleep like that. I’d wake up turned on and walk around with the phantom sensation still between my legs. Our showerhead felt intense too, but it was too hard for me not to moan, so I couldn’t use that one when my family was around.

*****

I took the train to school every morning. The ride was only five minutes, and the station was a two-minute walk from our apartment. My school was right outside the station at the next stop.

When I got into eighth grade in September 2004, I started seeing a girl I’d never noticed before at the station in my home town. She took the same train as me in the mornings and got off at the next stop, too. On Wednesdays, I had to take a bus to the gym for sports class. The bus station was right next to my school and the train station. The girl went there every day, probably to take a bus to her own school.

I caught myself looking every time I saw her. She had long blonde hair and a beautiful face. I’d try to sit near her on the train. At the bus station, she waited at the stop just across the way from me, and I’d get to look at her for five or ten minutes.

After a few days, I realized that I had a crush on her.

That was devastating news. Having a crush on someone of the same sex means you’re homosexual, I thought. Am I a lesbian?

Homosexuality was unequivocally wrong and sinful, according to Jehovah’s Witnesses. I knew what the Bible said about it, too. In the Old Testament, there was a law that said two men caught having sex should be put to death, right then and there. Paul condemned homosexuality in general in the New Testament.

I’d grown up being taught these things, but had never even considered that they might apply to me. I mulled it over and over in my head for a few days, finally astounded to realize that there had always been girls I was attracted to, I’d just never thought of it that way.

The earliest memory I came up with was of a girl in congregation. One day she wore a pretty blue dress. I kept looking at her during service and told my parents how beautiful I thought she looked. I must have been around three or four.

I had both male and female friends throughout elementary school, but was much closer to the girls. That never seemed noteworthy to me. Most girls I knew were best friends with other girls. I loved being around my girl friends because we had great times together, but also because I admired the way they looked; that never happened with boys. But back then, I reasoned that it was because I aspired to be like my girl friends. I was even quite proud of myself for not getting crushes on boys, which I thought of as immature.

I didn’t have a lot of friends in secondary school, which starts with grade five in Germany. My grades were good, but others thought of me as weird, and I ended up as an outcast. A lot of guys bullied me because I was a geek. The first male friend I made was Mark, who protected me from the guys who hounded me. I ended up sitting between him and his friend Fabian, who also became good friends with me. I wasn’t attracted to them or any other guys, but my isolation had me disillusioned about romantic feelings, anyway. Mere friendship was hard enough to come by.

Once a year, we went on one-week school trips where our class would stay at a youth hostel. Four to six people would share a room. On our first trip, I wanted to room with Mark and Fabian, but there was a policy against mixed-sex rooms, so I got paired up with a bunch of girls. I was something of an outsider, because they’d all been friends with each other before already. There was no animosity between us, but I felt excluded. They knew that my clique was with Mark and Fabian, so they didn’t reach out to me, and I was too shy to try making friends.

I hung out with Mark and Fabian during the day trips and kept to myself when I was in the hostel room with the girls. I always got fully dressed in the bathroom right after showering, because I felt embarrassed about changing in front of them. I got strange looks for that.

The other girls would come out of the shower in their bras and panties, waiting till they were fully dry before putting on the rest of their clothes. I admired their lack of inhibition and stole glances at them whenever they weren’t looking, which gave me a strange, shaky feeling in my tummy. Once again, I thought it was because I was a weirdo, watching the normal girls because I wanted to be one of them.

With Train Girl, as I came to call her in my thoughts, when I understood how I felt about her, it hit me so hard that it was like being punched in the stomach. There were no two ways around it, I was attracted to another girl.

I’d always hated sports class. I was lanky and uncoordinated, and I don’t think locker rooms are a pleasant experience for any awkward teenager. Still, Wednesday came to be my favourite day of the week, because of her. I was obsessed with gazing at Train Girl and felt sad every time that she wasn’t on the train. If she wasn’t there on Wednesday, it ruined my entire week. Those ten minutes in her presence at the bus station became holy to me.

I’d fantasize about her all throughout my classes. This newfound realization that I was attracted to a girl also changed the way I experienced the locker room. I kept sneaking peeks at the other girls as we changed, wondering why I’d never paid attention to them before.

I felt like a kid in a candy store, even if it was one where I never actually got to eat any sweets. I was pretty good at being covert about my interest in girls, even though my horniness got pretty intense at times. Occasionally, I’d even play with my clit in the restroom. I never allowed myself to come at school, though. Orgasms were sacred experiences I’d only grant myself in the privacy of my bed — and just being turned on in school was enjoyable in its own way.

At the same time, my feelings of guilt were pretty intense. Masturbation seemed like peanuts by comparison. I was homosexual; sinful and worthy of death in God’s eyes. My family had stopped going to congregation by then and we didn’t discuss religion at home, but I was still really frightened. There was no way I could confide in my parents or anyone else I knew, so I turned to my trusted online forums.

I was surprised how upset these people got when I shared my guilty feelings. They said that I’d been brainwashed, and that homosexuality was something completely natural. I got a lot of helpful links. I tried to be unbiased in learning about the topic, pretending to read the articles like they didn’t have anything to do with me.

I came away with the conclusion that, scientifically speaking, your sexuality was partially something you were just born with, and partially influenced by your toddler years. In either case, you couldn’t change it just by wanting to.

I felt better, but still somewhat troubled. On the one hand, it meant that at the very least, it wasn’t my fault I was different. On the other hand, God was judging me either way.

That seemed fishy, though. Jehovah was supposed to be a loving god. Would a loving god really condemn people for something that’s completely out of their hands? I wondered. It doesn’t seem right. But if God was wrong about sexuality, to me that either meant he was evil, or that the Bible wasn’t God’s word at all and that everything I’d been taught was wrong.

Either option seemed pretty hard to swallow. It felt like two hearts were beating in my chest. Rationally, I was pretty certain that I wasn’t a bad person for liking girls, but my subconscious still squirmed whenever I got turned on. When I watched the other girls undress in the locker room, I felt almost like a sexual predator.

I never mustered up the guts to talk to Train Girl. What was I gonna say to her, anyway? Hey, I have a crush on you, do you happen to be a lesbian too? Or maybe, Hey, do you wanna hang out later and get ice cream? You know, like you do with people you’ve never met before?

I did find out her name, though. I once saw her talk to a girl at the train station, but when the train arrived, they got in on different entrances. I followed Train Girl’s friend to where she sat down. Still standing, I bluntly asked her, “Hey, what’s the name of that girl you just talked to at the station?”

She looked pretty bewildered, but she said, “Uhhh, Lena.” Before she could ask me why I wanted to know, I said thanks and just continued down the aisle to find a seat.

I knew Lena was out of reach, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her. I’d sit on the bed listening to music, imagining she was next to me holding my hand. I even had a dream once about my dad taking me over to her house for a date, with our parents bonding and saying we made “such a cute couple.” Waking up from that one was really rough.

*****

I think I’d recently turned fourteen when I came home from school one day and noticed that the door to Bo’s room, which you could only enter through mine, was open — although she wasn’t home. That usually meant our cat Max was in there.

I was in the mood for some quality cuddle time, so I ventured into my sister’s room and sure enough, there was Max, idling on Bo’s bed like it was nobody’s business, which I guess it wasn’t. Either way, he was happy to see me and started purring before I even began to pet him. I lay down next to him and we cuddled for five minutes or so before I let go of him and got up.

I was about to leave when I looked at the chair next to Bo’s bed. It was a baby’s chair from when we were much younger. Now it served as a place for Bo to drop off her dirty clothes before Mom came to fetch them for the washer. What caught my interest was a thong.

Somewhat shocked, I picked it up. It wasn’t really anything frisky. It had a cute picture of a cat in the front and a little ribbon sewed onto the hem. It wasn’t a G-string — it was all cotton, but very narrow around the waist and bottom. A children’s thong.

I didn’t have any panties like that, and I was three years older than Bo. I was sure Mom wouldn’t have bought something like this for her, and I suspected I knew where it came from. My grandma’s neighbours had a granddaughter who was two years older than Bo, and they regularly gave us clothes she’d grown out of. Our mother might not yet have sifted through a new bunch of clothes, so Bo had decided to try on the thong, not suspecting that maybe Mom wouldn’t approve of it.

I was in a sort of trance, not consciously thinking about what I was doing. I stripped out of my jeans and panties and put on the thong. It was too small for me, so in pulling it up all the way, the narrow bottom part slipped into my butt crack instead of covering it. I felt sexy, but uneasy too — not only for wearing a thong, but for wearing a pair of my little sister’s used panties. In a twisted way, that uneasiness made me feel even sexier, though.

I walked around a couple steps, reveling in the feeling of what little material there was covering my sex. Max watched lazily out of the corner of an eye.

I slipped out of the thong again. While I put my panties and jeans back on, I thought about how awesome it would feel to wear this thong all day, maybe at school – being naughty without anyone around suspecting. I’d be horny all day long!

I contemplated stealing the thong. Mom would never know it was gone, since she was probably unaware of its existence in the first place, and Bo might think that Mom had just gotten rid of it without telling her. In any case, I felt sure she’d be too embarrassed to ask Mom about it. I just had to keep the thong in a place where it wouldn’t be found. That meant I couldn’t put it in the laundry where Mom would see it. How long could I wear this before it becomes icky? I pondered.

I picked it up again, still not really conscious about what I was doing. I turned it inside out and brought the crotch to my nose. The scent hit me instantly.

Bo had peed in this. The thong wasn’t soaking wet, and there were no pants on her chair, so she was still wearing those. No major accident, then. It had probably happened while she was doing sports, maybe taking a ball to the belly during soccer practice, or during a major giggling fit, soon enough that she could excuse herself to a bathroom and empty her bladder. Still, it smelled strongly of her pee. I looked at the gusset and it confirmed what I already knew. One spot was slightly darker than the material surrounding it. No visible signs on the outside, and the smell was fainter there.

Despite my comprehensive investigation, I brought up the gusset to my nose again. It smelled differently from what I’d have expected. I knew the smell of urine from alleyways and underpasses, but that was more pungent and stinging than this. Instead, the smell was musky and warm. I actually seemed to like it.

I inhaled a couple more times. It was almost addictive. Once again, my conscious thoughts followed my actions. I’m standing in my sister’s room, holding her worn panties to my face and breathing in the smell of her pee.

The realization made me feel wrong, and at the same time, incredibly horny. Without thinking, I went over to my room, stripped out of my jeans and panties once more and lay down on my bed. I held Bo’s thong to my nose with one hand, stroking my pussy with the other.

Then I thought of something even naughtier. I pulled the thong over my head so that its back part went on my forehead and the front underneath my chin. The waistband went behind my ears around the side of my head and the gusset was right over my nose. It fit perfectly. When I inhaled, I could not smell anything but Bo. The thought of that and the aroma of her got me so aroused that it only took me a minute to bring myself to one of the most intense orgasms I’d had yet.

That settled it. This thong was now mine, and I would never give it back.

*****

After a week or so, it turned out that I could barely smell Bo on the thong anymore, which surprised and disappointed me a little. Of course, I still kept it.

I only wore the thong to class once. It distracted me too much. I couldn’t concentrate, and all day long I felt anxious to get home and masturbate. I did wear it at home sometimes — the very idea of being around my straitlaced parents in my sister’s soiled underwear turned me on no end. I wondered if Mom and Dad would still hug me lovingly and stroke my hair, comfortable in the knowledge that I was a good girl, if they knew that in that moment, I was wearing a children’s thong because their younger daughter Bo had peed in it.

That was just the beginning, though. I soon developed another sinful habit. Almost every day, I’d sneak into Bo’s room to check if there were new worn panties on her chair for me to sniff. Whenever I found a pair, I’d either just stand there for what felt like hours, closing my eyes, holding the crotch to my nose and breathing in my baby sister’s scent… or I’d take it to my room, wrap it around my face, lie down and masturbate.

Sometimes her panties seemed to have been barely worn, other times there was a faint smell that was enough to trigger my lust, and every once in a blue moon the panties were literally still damp, maybe from a long car drive where Bo was too timid to ask for a restroom stop. Those rare occasions were like heaven to me. I never would have thought that one day, not only would I not mind the smell of urine, but I’d actually crave it, seeking out my little sister’s used panties to achieve sexual bliss.

I contemplated leaving my own panties on while I peed to find out if it smelled the same, but the idea seemed risky to me. I was fourteen, not a little girl. I was supposed to be able to control my bladder. What would Mom think if she found my drenched panties in the laundry basket? So I didn’t go all out, but sometimes I held it for a little longer than necessary. I’d read a funny comic or play tickle games with Bo, letting myself leak just a little before going to the bathroom and relieving myself properly, without my panties on.

I did like the smell of my own damp underwear, but it was definitely different from smelling Bo’s panties and, ultimately, didn’t hold the same magic. Maybe (for sure), knowing who had peed the panties was part of the turn-on. So I only resorted to sniffing my own panties when there weren’t any on the chair in Bo’s room.

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The Holly and the Ivy, Chapter 2

  • Posted on April 2, 2017 at 11:59 am

By Amanda Lynn

As Marcy and Jack stepped from the terminal building they were greeted by a warm tropical breeze. A high of 80 degrees had been forecast for the day, a bit above seasonal for this time or year. Marcy didn’t mind at all. The warmth of the sun felt good. She took a deep breath and let it out.

“This is the life,” she declared as she took a pair of Ray-Bans out of her bag and put them on.

Jack smiled. “Yup!” he agreed. “The shuttle to the car rental place is across the street,” he said, heading for the crosswalk.

A shuttle bus arrived almost immediately, and then it was only a short ride to the rental place. Once they stepped off the bus and collected their bags, they proceeded through a set of doors which led into a large airy atrium. The perimeter was lined with a dozen different rental agencies and about half that number of food vendors. There were plenty of chairs and tables to eat at near the center of the room. There were also benches for folks waiting for the next shuttle bus back to the main terminal.

Marcy sat on a bench with their luggage as Jack took care of securing the car reservation. She glanced around the atrium taking in all the activity that was happening. There were lots of people there, mostly couples. Some of them had kids in tow and were probably on vacation.

As she scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular, she caught sight of a young girl and her mom standing in line at one of the rental car kiosks. The mother was wearing a pair of denim shorts that showcased her small round ass cheeks. The woman was probably in her early thirties, and from what Marcy could tell from her vantage point had the body of a model. As the woman turned to talk with the little girl, she revealed that her tiny pink halter top was covering a perky pair of boobs and not much else.

She’s a hottie, Marcy thought to herself, as she turned her attention from the woman to the little girl. The child had long blonde hair like her mother, which reached down to the small of her back. She appeared to be around eight or maybe nine years old and was wearing a light yellow sundress.

As Marcy watched, the girl bent over at the waist to pick up something she had dropped. When she did, the hem of her short dress slid up high enough that Marcy had a clear view of the child’s bare bottom.

Marcy was surprised by the sight, as it was not what she expected, but found herself very much enjoying the view.

The young blonde noticed Marcy looking as she picked up the item, and smiled at her. Once she was standing upright again the girl placed the item inside her shoulder bag. After glancing at her mother to make sure she wasn’t watching, she looked back over her shoulder at Marcy. Seeing she still had Marcy’s attention, the girl grabbed the hem of her dress and flashed Marcy her bum four times in a row.

Marcy’s heart was racing as she found herself being turned on by this little girl. She continued to watch the young flasher, hoping no one would catch on to them. She felt her face getting warm and her pussy getting wet. If she could have, she would have dropped her pants and rubbed one out right there.

As her mother started to move away from the counter, the girl knew she had time for one more flash for the horny lady on the bench. This time the little blonde faced toward Marcy, then spread her legs slightly and lifted up the front of her dress, exposing her bald pussy to anyone who happened to glance that way. The girl held the pose for a few seconds before dropping the hem and blowing Marcy a kiss.

Marcy could feel herself blushing, and was shocked by the brazen girl’s actions. The child giggled and turned, running to catch up with her mom. Marcy took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She was seriously contemplating going to the washroom to masturbate when Jack approached.

“We’re good to go,” he announced.

“Huh?”

“Time to go. I have the car,” he replied with a questioning look.

“Sorry, Jack, I was people-watching. Got lost in thought.”

Marcy stood and grabbed one of the suitcases as Jack took the others and set off through a different set of doors into the parking garage. They soon found the rental car, then loaded it up and headed for the resort. Once they got on the interstate, it was only a short trip to their exit. Jack followed the GPS directions down a secondary road that wound its way along the coastline for several miles.

Marcy watched the scenery go by, noting that signs of civilization were gradually getting sparse. Forty minutes later they arrived at a pink gravel road off the main road that led to a large gated marble entrance which opened onto the resort proper. Marcy was in awe of how beautiful it was. The grounds were manicured with a large water fountain in front of the white three-story main building. The front entrance was framed with pink marble columns and the roof was covered with red clay tiles.

“This is magnificent!” Marcy exclaimed as Jack pulled into the shaded parking area.

After getting their luggage from the car and checking in, they headed up to their second floor suite. The two-bedroom unit had a kitchenette off the dining area. A large living room with a fireplace and a big flat-screen TV completed the suite. Marcy opened the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony.

The view here was just as beautiful as the front. Marcy was looking down onto a large swimming pool with a hot tub and a wading pool for the little ones. There were plenty of deck chairs and umbrellas along the sides of the pool, as well as an open-air bar. Not far from the pool area was a large white sand beach that ended at the crystal blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico.

“Do you want to go down to the lounge for a bit before dinner?” Jack called from the living room.

“Not now. I want to hop in the tub and soak for a bit,” Marcy answered. “You go ahead. I’ll meet you downstairs later.”

“Okay then,” he replied. A few minutes later he was out the door.

Marcy stepped back inside the suite and headed for the Jacuzzi tub in the oversized bathroom. After turning on the water and checking the temperature, she padded back to the bedroom to undress.

As she started to disrobe, she spied her reflection the full-length mirror on the wall. Marcy turned and looked at herself. Smiling, she continued to strip. The blouse she’d been wearing was already off. She reached down and undid the button of her pants, then lowered the zipper. Not taking her eyes off her reflection, she pushed the pants down over her hips and let gravity do the rest. Stepping out of them, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. She rolled her shoulders forward, allowing the garment to slide down her arms and join the crumpled pants on the floor. With two thumbs hooked in the waistband, her panties were next to go.

Totally naked now, Marcy admired herself in the mirror. The slender five-foot-six woman cupped her supple breasts and gently massaged them, pinching a pink nipple. She let one hand travel down across her flat belly, over her brown landing strip, and into the moistened folds of her labia. Her index finger soon found her sensitive clit, and she let herself toy with it for just a moment. Shivers of arousal raced through her body as the enticing images of that little girl still played in her mind.

Marcy groaned. “Damn I need to come!” she said to her reflection. She headed toward the waiting Jacuzzi with a sense of urgency. Shutting off the taps, she grabbed a bottle of fragrant oil and poured it into the steaming water. She climbed in and eased herself down into the water and turned on the jets.

Leaning back with her eyes closed, Marcy starting thinking of the little girl again. She pictured that bald pussy and her cute little round ass. Marcy’s hand was soon back between her legs rubbing her clit. Fingers moved slowly through the folds then into her vagina. In and out she pumped them, increasing the tempo as she continued to daydream. Her left hand pinched and pulled at each nipple in turn while she imagined the child being with her in the tub, their bodies close together as she explored the little one’s forbidden places with her fingers and tongue.

Marcy could feel the orgasm approaching. Her breathing became quicker and ragged as tremors stole through her like the rumble of an approaching train. She pumped her fingers faster and harder and her hips bucked against them. Bringing her left hand down, she began to vigorously rub her sensitive clit. Loud moans filled the bathroom as she neared the crescendo.

“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Marcy yelled, the orgasm crashing over her in a giant wave of pure elation. Water sloshed in the tub and splashed onto the floor as her body jerked and shook and her legs flailed around. Marcy took her hand away from her clit and grabbed the side of the tub, mainly to keep from drowning as she slid down into the water. Her breathing slowly returned to normal as the last of the aftershocks faded away.

“I so needed that,” she said to herself as she looked at the mess on the floor. Deciding to worry about it later, she glanced over at the clock by the sink and saw that she had time to relax a bit longer before meeting Jack.

Leaning back and closing her eyes, she felt her pussy respond favorably as she rested a hand on it. Maybe she even had time for another orgasm.

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How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 9

  • Posted on April 1, 2017 at 6:15 pm

By Openmindedwoman

Lunch was late, but everyone ate a bit, sitting out on the deck or around the small living room, in nothing but panties and sandals or flip-flops or barefoot. There was banter and friendly conversation about school and about other girls, whether from the ‘in-crowd’ or the nerds or the stuck-ups or whatever group the seventh-graders were quick to identify.

After eating, Juli and Amy announced that they were going to get some sun down on the dock. They worked to inflate a double size air mattress, then prepared to set off.

“The water is probably still too cold to swim,” I chuckled. “But you keep an eye on each other, okay?”

“Oh, we definitely will do that!” Juli smiled, and they disappeared down the hill through the trees that mostly hid the shore from sight.

As I started toward the kitchen to finish cleaning up, I overheard Kim-Ly say to Anita that she wished she could have her toenails painted, like Juli. So I went into our room, returning with the same bottle of polish Juli had used. When I offered it to her, Kim-Ly beamed with happiness. She and Anita curled up in a bean bag chair and set about the task, conversing warmly while Tracy sat on a nearby couch leafing through a magazine.

I watched for a few moments, noticing how Anita cleverly separated Kim-Ly’s slim legs as she worked, with lots of fingertip touches on her calves and feet, holding them just so, making sure the girl’s white panties were stretched very tight over her prominent mons.

When they were done, Anita announced rather loudly that she needed Amy’s help with something, and wondered if Kim-Ly might go down to the dock and bring her back. Then she approached me in the kitchen and confided, “After our session last week, I started using hormones again. I’m leaking a little, and I need to be suckled, I’m afraid. Although I’m not in full lactation, I can pretty much get by with once a day, sometimes with just an absorbent pad in my bra.”

Since Kim-Ly wouldn’t know the way down to the lake, I said I’d go with her, and we followed the trail, holding hands. As we were nearing the dock, I felt her slow, then pull back a bit.

“Look, Leslie… ohhh, wow… should we, like, go back up or something?”

Juli and Amy were lying on their backs on the air mattress, head to toe, panties on the dock beside them. Their heads were propped up on deck chair pillows so they could look at each other and talk, and their hands were busy on one another’s naked pussies. Their outside legs were spread wide apart, giving open access to those friendly caressing fingers — and to our eyes as well. We could see slippery fingers gliding up and down, sometimes even sliding inside, girls so casually playing, turning each other on and chatting about it.

“No, sweetie,” I answered Kim-Ly. “It’s okay… if people in our girls’ club feel like sharing a little love touch, they won’t mind if the others know about it.”

With that I led her on down and greeted the girls. The two looked over at us and smiled, but didn’t adjust themselves or hide what they were doing.

“Amy,” I said, “your mother sent us down to find you. She needs your help with something.”

I winked at Amy, and she grinned knowingly. She rose and gathered Juli’s pink undies, then strode up the hill, not bothering to put the panties on.

As I settled down on the bottom edge of the mattress, gathering Kim-Ly into my lap, I smiled at Juli. “We noticed that you and Amy were making each other feel very special, sweetheart.” I hoped that continuing to talk about it would be a hint to her that perhaps a next step might be in order, at least conversationally.

“Yup,” my niece answered, shifting with her feet touching my leg, so we had a clear view of her blonde downy covered mound.

“We felt so warm in the sun, and then decided it’d been too long since we masturbated,” she answered, picking up on my lead. “It was feeling sooo good, too, and now I feel like I’m right in the middle of it or something.”

“You can go ahead and finish, darling, if you want to,” my voice didn’t really waver, but I felt a quiver in my stomach, hoping.

I turned Kim-Ly’s face toward mine. “You don’t mind, do you, honey? You’ve done that yourself, haven’t you?”

The lovely young girl with the huge dark eyes looked at me, hesitating, then replied, in almost a whisper, “In bed, sometimes… I try to do it… except it doesn’t happen, I don’t think, the way the girls at sleepovers talk about it feeling. I know I hear Tracy doing it in her bed too, a lot.”

Meanwhile, Juli had raised her knees and spread her legs apart, exposing her glistening slit to us, only a few feet away from our eyes. She used both hands to open her labia, and it was clear how wet and ready Amy had already made her.

Kim-Ly sighed and relaxed against me, nestling her head between my tits, and watched.

“How do you touch yourself?” I whispered to the little girl in my lap, hoping to keep her thoughts open to us and lead her into feeling the buzz.

“Um, sorta just like Amy and Juli were,” she answered. “Sometimes I’ve tried to put a finger inside, but it didn’t work real well, and a couple of times I made myself bleed a little so I stopped.”

Juli used one hand to hold herself open, and the other to stroke along inside her groove, then circle her clit, then back to feel her inner lips, gather some slippery juice, and then circle her clit again.

“Aren’t Aunt Leslie’s tits beautiful and full, Kim-Ly?” Juli said, her eyes open and watching us. “You can touch them if you want to, you know.”

Tentatively, still watching Juli finger her exposed pussy, Kim-Ly’s small hand moved up to feel my left breast, moving under it, around the sides, pressing a little, testing the texture. She looked up at me with a smile, then back at Juli.

“I wish I had an auntie like yours,” she said. “I can tell she loves you a lot.”

Juli smiled, easing two fingers inside herself. “Feel her nipple, too, Kim-Ly. She really likes it when you play with her nipples.”

The younger girl watched intently as Juli’s fingers slid deep inside, all the way to her palm, then drew out to circle her clit again. Kim-Ly’s fingers moved to my nipple and caressed back and forth across it. She looked over at the erect nipple, and used her thumb and forefinger to pinch and pull it lightly.

“Your nipples are sooo big and hard,” she whispered. “Mine get a little like that too sometimes, but they aren’t anything like this. I hope maybe someday…”

As her voice trailed off, I let my right arm wrap around the child a little further, palm over her right breast bud, feeling the hard little nub underneath. The slight swelling that surrounded that beautiful young nipple was firm, but soft in a way that said ‘growing… going to be bigger soon… but not yet.’

Juli began to moan and roll her hips. She’d kept one hand at the top of her slit to hold it open, while at the same time pressing down on the base of her hood, as I’d taught her, to push the tip of her clit outward, pink and shiny and accessible to her fingertips.

“See how she concentrates on her clitoris?” I whispered, and Kim-Ly nodded.

“I don’t think I ever really found that spot,” she admitted, and tugged a little harder on my nipple as she stared at Juli.

It was hugely arousing to have this sweet young girl feeling me more and more eagerly, while just as eagerly watching my darling niece masturbate herself — demonstrating, on display for both of us.

“Ooooooooohhhhh… Kim-Ly… watch… goddddddd… Aunt Leslie… fuckkkkk…” Juli’s words began to tumble out, and I knew she was right on the edge, then tipping over.

“Unnnngggggggg,” she whined as two fingers plunged rapidly in and out, the other hand now flying back and forth over her clit.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssss!” she wailed, and to spread her legs even wider apart, if that was possible.

I rolled a finger back and forth over Kim-Ly’s hardened nipple, and she pulled at mine, little oohs and mews coming from her mouth as she watched Juli writhing in orgasm.

Gooey liquids flowed from my vixen girl as her pussy seemed to pulse and clench with a life of its own. Juli suddenly reached over to grab Tracy’s blue panties, quickly wiping herself, then stuffing them partway inside where they would soak up the rest of her juices.

“That was so beautiful to watch, Juli,” I smiled softly, “Thank you, darling, for sharing all that feeling with us… and for letting us watch.”

“Ohhh, yeah, thank you,” Kim-Ly followed my lead.

I smiled to myself, thinking that perhaps the idea of being open with our pleasuring, and of watching each other, was going to be just fine with this little girl.

“You know I LOVE to be watched, Aunt Leslie,” Juli giggled, “and I also got off on watching you two touching.”

Kim-Ly looked up at me with a questioning look.

“This was good, sweet one,” I said to her. “It felt good to have you touching me that way, and I hope it was all right for me to play with you too while Juli masturbated for us.”

She responded by nestling warmly into me and placing her little hand back on my breast, covering my nipple in her palm. “I hope this isn’t the only time we’ll do it,” she whispered, and my heart skipped a beat.

* * *

When the three of us walked back into the cabin a short time later, I saw immediately that I wasn’t the only one who’d been making headway with our young guests. In fact, it looked as if things might be taking an even more delightful turn than I’d expected.

I heard a little gasp from Kim-Ly as she gazed around the room.

Anita was seated on the couch with her panties off, her nipples plainly wet. Amy lay with her head in her mother’s lap, and her panties, well, Juli’s pink ones that she’d been wearing, draped over her tummy. Tracy was sprawled on the bean bag chair not far away, slim legs wide open, and with her panties, well, Amy’s, actually, that she’d been wearing, on the floor beside her.

“Well, well,” I observed, in a light airy voice, “it looks like THIS girls’ club has decided that wearing anything at all is too much?”

Anita laughed and offered an explanation. “When Amy came in earlier, she asked right out loud if it was time already for her to suckle. I’d thought we might handle this privately, but Tracy didn’t seem upset or anything, so I simply explained to her that I was still lactating a bit and that sometimes Amy helps me out by letting me nurse her, and that we have been doing that since she was little. I decided it would be best to lay it all out there. I told Tracy we would go into our bedroom, but she said it was fine for us to do it right here if we wanted. Well, Leslie, you must know that the thought of Tracy watching us do that would be exactly what I wanted, so Amy plopped down here, and… well… you know how things can get a little out of control when she latches on the way she does.”

Amy giggled and nuzzled her mother’s breast from underneath, playing the part.

“It wasn’t long at all,” Anita continued, “before Tracy set her magazine aside and started watching us more intently, while also beginning to tug a bit at those amazing nipples of hers. When one hand went to her panties, I slid mine right off with an ‘I will if you will’ look, and then she did the same. As you can see, she has such a beautiful pussy, with a small patch of dark fur just above it. I couldn’t help but encourage her to show me how she ‘jills herself’, as some of the girls say, and I did that too for her to watch. You can see that her lips are darker than her skin, and she has the most beautiful inner lips, not pinkish like yours and mine, but almost purplish. She is actually quite the show-girl when she gets going.”

Tracy didn’t flinch a bit at this description, and left her legs spread wide for all of us to see. Then she turned to her little sister. “Kim-Ly,” she began, “it just got away from me, like sometimes in the night at home. I couldn’t help it. It was so hot to watch them. But you can’t ever tell anybody, EVER, okay?”

Kim-Ly smiled back, “We got to watch Juli doing the same thing, sis, and it was beautiful. I think I learned some things from her that I wanna try. And it all just, everything, it feels so good here. Aunt Leslie — I mean, um, Miss Leslie — made me feel like it’s all the very best thing. I’m just so stoked!”

The girl’s youthful enthusiasm shone with the rising tone of voice. I gave her a quick hug. “As long as Juli doesn’t object, you can call me ‘Aunt’ Leslie, sweetie. And I guess I don’t need to be the only one overdressed,” I laughed, as I pushed my panties down and off.

“Well there are different ways of dressing,” Juli giggled, stepping forward to show that she had once again stuffed most of Tracy’s blue panties back inside herself. “And Kim-Ly, it’s okay, I’m happy to share my sexy auntie with you.”

Walking over to Amy, Juli said, “You better do this with my panties too, girlfriend, before you give them back to me. I want them good and wet and tasty.”

Giggling, Amy slid Juli’s pink undies back down over her pussy, wiping her inner thighs, then bit by bit pushing most of them inside.

Amy turned sideways on Anita’s lap to look over at Tracy. “You can do whatever feels right to you, Trace… but those panties of mine that you’ve been wearing, I really would love to have lots of your girl juice on them. Will you do like we are?”

Without hesitation Tracy picked up the panties Amy had given her at school. She first wiped herself thoroughly, as Amy had done, and then holding her labia open, pushed them in until only a tiny part was left showing. She didn’t say anything, though, and I wondered how far she might be willing to go.

Juli sat down in a chair, scooted forward until her pert little bottom was on the edge, then crooked a finger at Amy. “All right, Amy, let’s see how wet you’ve made them for me.”

As Amy rolled off the couch and went to Juli, I took a seat beside Anita, where I could see better, leaving room for Kim-Ly to snuggle in between us.

Amy stood in front of her friend, rubbing her own pussy with both hands, pushing the fabric deeper in, pulling it out a bit, then back inside. Her eyes fluttered, and I could tell she really enjoyed the sensation. Finally she pulled Juli’s pink panties slowly out of her vagina. Her pussy lips clung to the nylon as it came out, the material clearly soaked.

Juli leaned forward a little, so Amy could reach her face. She smiled as Amy wiped the juiciest parts of the panties across her nose, cheeks, chin, and mouth.

“God, I love how you taste,” Juli cooed, licking her lips. “It’s a little tangy, but that’s ‘cause you did your girl cum in them several times since Thursday, didn’t you! Mmm, feed them to me.”

Amy rubbed the fabric across Juli’s lips once more, and Juli opened her mouth, sucking in the gusset as well as the ends of Amy’s fingers. We could see her tongue working to pull in more, and we could hear the wet sucking sounds as she worked to draw all the taste of her naughty girlfriend into her mouth.

I glanced down to see Kim-Ly’s eyes wide and wondering, one hand having snuck up to her tiny tits, moving back and forth on them. It seemed she was trying to open her legs, too, so I leaned into her. “May I take your undies off, darling? You’re the only one still wearing any.”

She nodded, and lifted her hips as I slid the white cotton panties down her long slim girlish legs. Anita and I smiled at one another, and Anita waved her hand like a fan against her face in a quiet sign of heat.

Kim-Ly’s eleven-year-old pussy was flawlessly bare, her mons rising as if swollen, her labia a little darker than her tan skin, though not as dark as her sister’s. She remained fixated on Juli and Amy, who had reached out to fondle each other’s tits as Juli continued to work on tasting the spend from Amy’s pussy.

When Kim-Ly’s knees pressed outward again, Anita and I each took a leg and lifted them gently over our thighs, splaying the sweet girl wide open. She leaned her head over and nuzzled my right breast.

Amy looked over at Tracy. “Now it’s my turn to taste, Tracy… taste what you’ve been leaving on those panties of mine since Thursday. Have you masturbated with them, I hope? You don’t have to feed me like Juli did, if you don’t want to, but I really do want to watch you bring them out for me.”

Tracy smiled broadly, and shifted slightly to face toward Amy. Lying almost flat on the bean bag chair, she spread her thighs wide apart, cupping herself firmly between her legs, rubbing the bit of Amy’s panties that were still outside in circles, pressing them, trying to wet them as best she could.

“I don’t mind at all,” she answered. “I didn’t really know what was going to happen after all this trading with each other, but I’ve just felt so naughty, so hot, so… beyond anything I ever thought of… so now… yessss, let me feed you.”

She pulled a little at the piece that showed, and drew the white lace waistband partway out, then pressed her fingers into the fabric and pushed it all back in again, then out, just a small amount at a time, tugging, hesitating, pulling more.

When the panties were all the way out, Tracy moved quickly to the spot in front of Amy, who’d sat down in a chair, and duplicated what Amy had done with Juli. Kneeling in front of her friend, she playfully rubbed the wetness over Amy’s nose and mouth, then held the crotch under her fingers for Amy’s tongue to lick.

“Mmm,” sighed Amy, “I have dreamed about this taste, Tracy. And now that I see that HOT pussy of yours, I know why it’s so slippery, so gooey, and so good.” She sucked the material into her mouth and worked on it, practically chewing it, eyes closed in dreamland.

Kim-Ly looked up at me. “Is it really that good… Aunt Leslie?”

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’m happy to be your pretend auntie if that’s what you’d like, darling girl. And yes, it does taste very good.”

After dipping two fingers inside my flowing pussy, I brought them up for her to sniff. “You can try some, if you want, but you don’t have to.”

She didn’t hesitate, but drew my fingers into her mouth, licking and washing them while we watched Tracy and Amy fondle each other’s tits as Amy finished with the panties.

Then Tracy rose and beckoned to Juli with a sly grin. “All right, I’m not going to be left out now. If this is the way our secret girls’ club plays games, I’m in.”

Amy got up from the chair and Tracy took her spot there, waiting for Juli.

I heard a giggle from Kim-Ly as she patted my leg and whispered excitedly, “Look at what Amy’s doing!”

I looked over to see that Amy had settled into the bean bag chair. The naked thirteen-year-old was sprawled back with legs spread wide, and was running two fingers up and down inside her juicy slit, openly masturbating, as her other hand toyed with her nipples.

Anita spoke up. “You can go ahead and do like she is, if you want to, little one… or would you rather just watch your sister take her turn in their game now?”

“Um, I think both.”

Kim-Ly’s hands were in her lap, fingers massaging at the top of her groove. Her puffy. hairless young labia were closed, rolling inward to join at her narrow slit, revealing nothing.

Anita’s hand rested on Kim-Ly’s upper thigh, fingers gently stroking. I reached down to brush my fingertips over the child’s small dark nipple. It responded immediately, stiffening under my touch, and her tiny voice mewed.

Looking up again, I saw that Juli was standing in front of Tracy, close enough that their knees almost touched, her feet set wide apart.

“Go on, pull it out of me, Trace,” she teased. “And go real slow. I want to feel it coming out.”

Tracy reached in. She had to wiggle her fingers inward some to find enough blue fabric so she could get a grip.

My minx planned that! I thought to myself, watching Tracy linger a moment on Juli’s pussy. Then she started to tug, and tug, and wait, and tug a little more… until the well-soaked undies were barely hanging between Juli’s lips.

Her face flushed with feeling, my niece Juli reached down and grabbed the panties, then brought them to Tracy’s waiting face. She painted her lovely Vietnamese classmate with the slick fluids from her orgasms, just as the others had done, and Tracy licked eagerly at all she could reach. Finally the girl opened her mouth and Juli slid most of Tracy’s panties inside, watching as she sucked and moved her mouth around them, pulling the taste fully in.

Whether it was watching her sister’s lewd actions, or seeing Amy’s fingers working rapidly inside her pussy, or the feel of having two grown naked women beside her, fondling her — Kim-Ly’s breath had become ragged, and I looked down to see that she was holding herself open now, mimicking Amy’s movements, one small hand holding her lips apart, the other frantically working to find her little clit at the top.

The child turned to me. “Help me, Aunt Leslie?”

I reached down and took her hand in mine, my middle finger over hers, guiding it to the spot where I knew her tiny button lay hiding. I pushed down, between the folds of her smooth young girl lips, and rolled back and forth, my finger on hers, helping Kim-Ly masturbate. My heart pounded.

She twitched, her legs tensed, her voice gurgled, and I knew we had found it.

“Right there, darling,” I told her. “Just keep going, right there.”

Kim-Ly’s moans soon got the attention of her sister. Tracy moved across the room to kneel between the girl’s legs.

I heard a louder moan, and glanced over to see that Anita had two fingers pushed deep inside her own cunt.

“So pretty, meo con,” Tracy whispered, as she licked the tender spot inside Kim-Ly’s knee. “Sooo pretty, my baby sister… let me watch you.”

Juli and Amy came over as well, and we gathered close around, touching our own bodies in whatever places we could reach while enjoying the view, watching this very small and very beautiful young girl buck her hips and masturbate herself faster and faster. I continued to work her little nipple, and soon she cried out with the waves of her first really full orgasm.

Silence, as we let her come down, hands reaching out to pet her in various places, girls and women turning to kiss one another gently.

“Are you okay, Kim-Ly?” I asked softly, caressing her hair as she leaned into me.

“I feel like I’m just like the rest of you now,” she blushed. “I feel like I never felt before, and I like it!”

I squeezed her, and the others closed in for another group hug. Naked girl and woman bodies basking in each other’s warmth, happy that our special weekend still had another day to go.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 81

  • Posted on April 1, 2017 at 12:02 pm

Surveys and Sex

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

The following week I decided it was time to begin my major project. It was to be part of an ongoing work that I would be doing as a precursor to my attempt to get a master’s degree in psychology. I hoped to continue this work as my master’s thesis.

I had decided to interview women who had experienced sex at a young age. My first order of business was to develop what I intended to call sex. My faculty adviser asked if masturbation would be identified as sex for my study. Then she wanted to know if oral sex with a man would be considered sex, probably because of all the hubbub surrounding the former president. She also suggested that if I wanted to make this a more thorough study that I should also interview men. I made it plain I had no desire to do that — no pun intended — at least for this study. I figured I could get some guys to do that if I went on to complete the study for my thesis, or even my doctoral dissertation should I choose to do that.

My working hypothesis was that women felt guilt over sexual encounters while children only because of pressure from society, not because they felt guilt on their own. I was particularly interested in interviewing subjects who had been nurtured sexually instead of being forced. I was also more interested in female-female encounters because of the stigma society attached to any sort of same-sex encounters, regardless of age.

I placed an ad in the college newspaper, as well as on a variety of web sites, advertising for women who had experienced sex with a partner before puberty. I had chosen not to include masturbation as sex, though I would ask questions about it, my thoughts being that any girl who had sexual encounters with another person would more than likely also have begun masturbating at a young age. I mentioned in the ad that I was doing a study on early mutually desired sexual encounters and their psychological effects on the subjects. I had also been warned in my classes not to reveal anything more than vague information about what my study was about. I was also told that I would need to interview women who had regrets as well, but those interviews could wait until I had interviewed some of the women who had no regrets.

I wondered if anyone would even answer the ads, so I was surprised to receive twenty-seven of them in the first week. They left their names and phone numbers on a special voicemail account I had set up, and I would call them back and ask a few preliminary questions to determine if the information they wanted to share would qualify for my study.

The preliminary questions were these:

  1. At what age did your sexual encounter begin? At what age did it end?
  2. Was your encounter with a male or female?
  3. How much older or younger than you was the other person involved in the encounter?
  4. Was your partner a family member? If so, what was your relationship?
  5. Was your encounter discovered by anyone?
  6. What is your age now?
  7. And finally, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being not at all and 10 being extremely, how guilty do you feel about that encounter?

If their answers to the preliminary questions were such that I felt they could add to my research, I made an appointment to meet them face-to-face in a small office with a window where people could see us that I had been given access to in one of the university’s libraries. Of the twenty-seven who answered my ad the first week, only twelve qualified. The thing was that an answer of “no” to number five would usually disqualify them since the basis of my hypothesis involved the cause of any guilt. This was especially true if the respondent chose a low number to answer question seven in addition to a “no” answer to number five. Also, if the answer to number one was older than fourteen, they would be disqualified as well, though I could not reveal the reason for their disqualification at any time during the phone call. I had chosen fifteen and above for disqualification because the girls would be too close to becoming a legal adult to have discovery matter as much to them.

The first in-depth interview was with another student at UCLA named Andrea. She was a junior, age twenty. Lisa had insisted she tag along as my “assistant” for these interviews. I felt her need to be there stemmed from her fear of my becoming intimately involved with one of the subjects. I was disappointed she didn’t trust me but I also understood. Her break-up with Brenda had left some deep scars, and I had decided early in our relationship to indulge her misgivings and doubts to show her I had nothing to hide from her. Our “no sex with a possible rival” pact was sacrosanct to me, though we had agreed that if we both wanted sex with a girl, we could indulge in a threesome, such as the time we had sex with the girl who had delivered our room-service at the hotel that time. We had agreed not to exchange any contact information with these brief encounters, so the fact I had these girls’ phone numbers already was leading to Lisa’s nervousness.

Andrea arrived right on time. She was very cute with a petite frame, sporting a blond pixie cut that framed her lightly freckled face. She sat down across from us at the only table in the small room and we introduced ourselves. I identified Lisa as my assistant to avoid creating any possible hesitation or other problems for Andrea, since knowing Lisa was my lover might create a feeling in Andrea that she should say what she thought we wanted to hear, or conversely, keep some of the details we needed to hear to herself. She was very outgoing with a bubbly personality. Her smile was natural and attractive, displaying genuine happiness that she was there. She wore tight yellow short shorts that seemed molded to her butt and a light green tank top. It was obvious from a quick glance that she wore no bra.

Subjects were given ten dollars for the hour or so they would spend in the interview. Mom had agreed to bankroll my project. She hadn’t batted an eye when I’d informed her that the first “wave” of interviewees would cost $120.

Looking again at my notes on Andrea to refresh my memory of her answers, I said, “So, your encounter was with your female cousin when the two of you were children?”

“Yes,” Andrea replied.

“And you were eleven and she was twelve?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“And according to this, you were caught together by your cousin’s mother?”

“Yeah.”

“This relationship is ongoing, correct?” I asked, feeling my pussy grow warm and wet, despite knowing I had to do my best to remain detached from the details of her story. Yeah, right. Fat chance of that happening. I glanced at Lisa, who I could tell was equally turned on by this girl’s easy admission that she was still involved in an incestuous relationship with her female cousin, who would now be twenty-one.

Andrea nodded, indicating she and her cousin were still involved sexually.

“You need to answer verbally,” I said, indicating the tape recorder on the table.

“Yes,” she said, smiling broadly.

“And you are aware that this interview, which is being recorded, will be asking you some very intimate and detailed questions about your encounter with your cousin as well as your current sex life, right?”

“Encounters,” she said. “Plural. We get together every chance we can.”

“Okay,” I said. “Sorry. Encounters.” I looked at Andrea. “How many encounters do you think the two of you have had?”

“Oh, God. A thousand? Two, maybe?”

“Would it be accurate to say more times than you can accurately judge?”

“Yeah, I’d say that. Shit, we’ve made it twice this week already.”

“I see,” I said.

“Listen,” Andrea said, concern showing on her face, “this is totally anonymous, right? I mean, nobody’s gonna come down on me from the university or anything because I have sex with my cousin, are they?”

“You have nothing to worry about there. What’s said in this room stays in this room as far as anyone knowing who said what. When I write this up, you will be Jane Doe 1, no names.”

Her grin returned. “Good.” She placed her forearms on the table and said, “So, what’d’ya wanna know?”

I decided to go off-script for a moment to ask about her masturbation habits and when they began.

“How old were you when you discovered sexual stimulation?”

“Wow. ‘Sexual stimulation.’ So formal. Okay, um, I must have been around six… or seven… at the oldest. I was climbing on some monkey bars and was straddling one of the bars. It rubbed my pussy and I noticed it felt nice. In bed that night I tried to recreate those feelings with my hands and fingers.” She smiled as if sharing a secret we may not have encountered before. “It worked.”

“Did you achieve an orgasm?”

“Not at that time, but I did soon after that night. In fact it was talking together about our first orgasms that got Belinda and me started together.”

“Belinda’s your cousin?”

“Yeah.”

“So, tell me about your first time with Belinda.”

“Well, we were sharing my bedroom. She and her mom had just moved here from Ohio after her mom divorced Belinda’s dad, and my mom let them stay with us til they got settled. My mom is Belinda’s mom’s older sister. They’re two years apart.”

“Go on,” I said, urging Andrea to continue her story.

“So anyway, it was, like, the second night and we stayed up late talking about everything. Boys, games we liked to play, boys, our favorite songs and groups, boys.” She paused for a second. “And the talk about boys led to talk about what we’d do if we were alone with a boy we really liked, and Belinda said she’d kissed a boy, and not having done that, I asked her what it was like. Then she said it would be easier to show me instead of tell me because telling couldn’t really do it justice. Actually, her words were it was easier to show than tell. So we talked about that and ended up kissing each other. We made out for a while then we went to sleep.”

“You two did nothing else sexual that night?” I asked.

“No, I guess we were too scared to. The next night, though, I told her I liked kissing her and she said she liked it too and she never thought it could be so much fun with another girl. Then she asked me if I ever touched myself. I knew immediately what she meant. I mean, I knew she wasn’t talking about, like, touching my arm. I answered her with a question, of course, asking her if she ever did. She grinned and said she had and said she was even having orgasms. I told her I’d been having them since I was, like six or seven. She was totally amazed at that, saying she didn’t think people could have an orgasm that young.

“Anyway, we started making out again, and I was getting horny, just like the night before, but I hadn’t done anything with my pussy because I was afraid she’d hear me or something. So, we were making out and I felt her press her pussy to my leg and sort of hump herself against it a little. She wasn’t like humping it hard or anything, but she was definitely humping me. I slowly maneuvered myself so I could hump her leg, too, and before you know it, we were going at it with each other.”

“Were you both naked at the time?” I asked.

“Nah, we didn’t get naked or anything yet. We were still in pj’s. I was too afraid her mom or mine would come in and find us naked and humping each other, and I guess she was too. We really never talked about why it took so long for us to get naked together. We were just humping each other’s thighs. It was pretty obvious we were going to come, so we just kept doing it until we did. Belinda came first, and I followed shortly after that.

“Then we just lay back and caught our breath. Belinda said we could never tell anyone about what we’d done. I asked her if we could do it again the next night, and she said as long as we’re careful.”

“How long did it take for the two of you to get naked together?”

“When our moms went out about a week later on a Saturday to do some house-hunting for Belinda’s mom so they could get a place of their own. I remember thinking I didn’t want them to move out because of the fun we were having in bed at night. Anyway, they left, saying they’d be gone until nearly suppertime that night. So we knew we had hours together without our moms there. They hadn’t been gone ten minutes before I asked Belinda if she wanted to mess around. She said she’d been thinking about it since our moms would be gone for so long. I mean, it was like right after lunch when they left, around 12:30. Suppertime was at 6:00, over five hours later.

“So we went to the bedroom and I wanted to start kissing right away, but Belinda asked me if I wanted to do something more than just hump each other’s leg with our clothes on. Of course, I wanted to know what she had in mind, and she said why don’t we get naked, and I thought that would be really cool, to be lying around the house naked and not having to worry about getting caught. So we took off our clothes and jumped into bed. We started making out and were soon humping each other. Then I felt Belinda’s hand on her pussy as she was rubbing herself against my leg, so I joined her, putting my own hand on my pussy to rub it.

“The fact our hands were so close to each other’s pussy occurred to me, and I wondered what she’d do if I moved my hand and touched her instead. She sort of jumped like she’d been touched by an ice cube or something, but she smiled and put her own hand on me. So instead of humping each other, we ended up rubbing each other off.

“When we were finished, we lay back and caught our breath and soon I was horny again because I guess I was thinking I wanted to take full advantage of being alone for so long like that. So anyway, we start making out again and Belinda asks me if she can touch my boobies. I didn’t have much — Hell, I still don’t — but she started playing with them and soon I’m noticing how I can feel it in my pussy when she’s playing with my boobies. I tell her about it and she says something like of course. Then she leans over me and takes one of my nipples into her mouth and starts kissing and sucking on it gently. Her hand is on my pussy, rubbing me there, and I instantly came.

“She looks at me like, wow, and I lean over and start sucking and kissing her boobies too. She’s like going into orbit or something, and soon she’s coming too because my hands are kinda busy on her puss. We lay there for a while and she says again how we can’t tell anyone about what we do together. Then she leans over and kisses me, and we’re off again.

“By now, we’re humping, fingering, sucking boobies, rubbing each other’s butt — everything. Or at least we thought it was everything. When we finish that time, we decide to find out if my mom has any dirty books or something we can share with each other. We’re traipsing around the house naked and go to my mom’s bedroom, and we find more than a book. We hit the mother lode. My mom, as it turns out, likes to watch porn. All kinds in fact — hetero, gay, and lesbian. I’d never known my mom was into watching stuff like that. She had kept all that well-hidden from me, but apparently Belinda knew where to search, which turned out to be in a plastic box with a lid that was under my mom’s bed. There musta been like thirty or forty movies there. We pulled out a couple of tapes and went into our den where the main TV was. I guess we coulda watched them in my mom’s room on her TV and VCR, but the idea of watching in there kinda gave me the creeps or something.

“So we put this one movie in and it’s like guys sucking each other and fucking each other up the butt. It didn’t do a lot for me, but I glance over at Belinda and she’s going at her pussy like nobody’s business. She came and we put another movie on. This one had men and women fucking. That one got me going, but I found myself looking at the women more than I did the men.”

I interrupted her for a question. “Then you’re lesbian?”

“Uh-huh. I guess I’ve never been that attracted to dicks after all. I mean I had thought I was, but it turned out I preferred pussy.”

I glanced at Lisa, who was positively sweating. Her breathing was a little ragged, too. I knew she would want to fuck me after this, and I was fine with that. My own pussy was overflowing with my juices by then, and I was hoping I wouldn’t have another spontaneous orgasm, which would be very difficult to hide.

I looked back at Andrea and noticed she, too, was dealing with a huge case of the hornies. Her eyes were glazed and her own breathing was giving her away as well. I figured she could probably tell her story was getting our juices flowing. I swallowed what little saliva had formed in my mouth and said, “Go on,” to urge her to continue.

She took a deep breath and said, “So, anyway, we put in the last movie, and it was an all-girl film. We ended up getting educated about what girls could do to each other when we watched that one. Oral sex had never crossed my mind, but it sure did when I watched these girls in a sixty-nine. We both could tell they were loving not only having it done to them but also doing it to each other. I began to wonder what another girl would taste like. Hell, at the time I didn’t really know what I tasted like, for that matter. I remember seeing this one girl take her hand out of her pussy and put her fingers in her mouth to suck off the juices that coated her fingers. That just looked so fucking hot, you know?

“I looked at Belinda and asked her if she’d ever tasted herself, and she said she hadn’t. I said I hadn’t either, but that those girls sure made it look tasty. Belinda just sort of gave me this ‘uh-huh’ kind of answer. I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was. So I asked her if she wanted to try it.

“She looked at me and asked me if I did. I said I asked first but I think we both could tell we wanted to. So Belinda lies back on the sofa and parts her legs and I move in between them for a taste. I took some time inspecting her pussy. I’d never been that close to one before, at least not close enough to look at it like that. Finally, she said something about going ahead and doing it, so I leaned in and licked her pussy. She sorta jumped like it had felt really good, and I decided I kinda liked the flavor and all. Soon enough, I’m going down on her like I’d been doing it every day of my life. She came again, and I told her it was my turn to get licked like that.

“She didn’t hesitate at all. She got between my legs and started licking, and soon I was in orbit myself.”

I saw that Andrea’s right shoulder was moving slightly and realized that at some point she had begun rubbing herself softly through her cotton shorts. She realized I could tell what she was doing, but she didn’t stop or even slow down. If anything, she sped up a bit.

I glanced at Lisa, who shrugged slightly as if to say, “If you want to.” Then her own hand moved to her pussy and she began rubbing gently.

I got up and checked to see if anyone in the large room beyond the window had noticed us. There were a few people milling in the book stacks, but nobody seemed the least bit interested in us or what we were doing. I slowly pulled the cord on the Venetian blinds to close them so we could get ourselves off without worrying about prying eyes in the library before returning to my seat beside Lisa.

I pulled my shorts down to just above my knees, along with my now thoroughly soaked panties. Lisa and Andrea did the same. I could smell the pussy in the small room and hoped the ventilation system worked well.

Andrea stood up, showing us both her bald pussy. I’d wondered if she shaved or did anything else to keep her cunt smooth and hair-free.

The three of us continued like that for several minutes until Andrea began to moan. Her staccato breaths were punctuated with tiny, gasping grunts of “uh…uh…”

Then she came. To her credit she was silent about it. Or at least quiet enough not to be heard in the room beyond the door and window. Both Lisa and I came about the same time, which was about five seconds after Andrea had reached the peak of her intense orgasm.

When I’d finished, I held up my sticky, soaked hand for Andrea and Lisa to see. Then I offered it to Lisa, who took my hand in hers and licked off my vaginal fluids, relishing the flavor, sucking each finger. Andrea reached over to Lisa and took her hand, the one not holding mine, not to mention it was also the one with all her pussy juices on it. She stuck my lover’s fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean while she held her own wet hand out to me to enjoy.

I feasted on the tart and sticky cream that covered Andrea’s hand and fingers.

She was delicious.

Finally, I sat back and said, “My last question is this. What happened when the two of you were caught by Belinda’s mother?”

“Well, that’s sort of hot, too. You sure you want to hear it?”

“Of course. I need it for my study.”

“You mean this is a real study? You’re not just doing this to meet girls and get off?”

“Well, I have to admit the getting off part is fun, but yes, this is a real study.” I thought for a moment. “Have you made up any of what you’ve said?”

“No, of course not,” Andrea said. “But I was still thinking this was all about getting off to girls’ stories about their sex lives.”

I smiled at her. “Just think of that as a fringe benefit of my study.” Recalling a different aspect of her story, I said. “So, tell me about the two of you getting caught.”

Andrea smiled back at me. “Of course,” she said.

Lisa and I sat back, sated for the moment, to listen to Andrea’s wild story, which turned out to be as hot as what she’d told us thus far.

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