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Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 5

  • Posted on September 20, 2017 at 9:13 am

By Cheryl Taggert

The first thing Sandra saw were Kate and Emily on the floor. They were on their tummies, nude of course, and it appeared they had one hand at their pussies and were masturbating softly. Sandra could tell the girls were excited but not wanting to get too far along in their quest for an orgasm. They seemed to be taking it slow and easy. Sandra craned her neck a bit and saw Kelli and Laura on the loveseat. The girls had a hand on the other girl’s pussy, rubbing lightly. As Sandra watched, the two older girls moved their faces close together and kissed. She could see their tongues massaging all around as they kissed.

Now Tracy was beside Sandra and seeing the same things. At that moment, Kate heard the sounds of her sister and Laura kissing and turned her head to look at them. As she did, she saw her mother and Sandra standing in the doorway, still unnoticed by the other girls. Sandra quickly put her finger to her lips in a ‘shush’ gesture. Kate grinned, tapped Emily, and pointed at the girls on the loveseat.

Emily turned her head, but her face was pointed away from her mother and Tracy, so she didn’t see them watching. As Emily looked at the older girls, Kate said, “Looks like they got started without us.” The two girls giggled and embraced. Their hands went to the other girl’s pussy and they kissed and fondled each other for a moment.

Movement on the loveseat caught the women’s attention, and they watched as Kelli moved to allow her access to Laura’s pussy. Sandra stared as her older daughter spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy to her mother’s gaze. Kelli, who noticed the two women smiled at them before moving her face to the offered cunt. She began licking Sandra’s daughter, Laura. At that point Laura began to squirm and offer soft squeals of delight and began pinching her nipples, which looked like small rosebuds capping her boobs.

Kate began to emulate her older sister and began a slow descent toward the bald pussy of Sandra’s younger daughter, Emily. Soon both of Tracy’s daughters were licking away at the pussies. Sandra realized it was time to reveal themselves to her daughters.

She cleared her throat, “Ahem!”

Four startled faces jerked in the direction of the two naked women.

“MOM!” Laura said, obviously not noticing that her mother was naked.

Emily noticed, however, and her question had the quality of shocked curiosity more than fear. “Mom?”

Sandra smiled at her daughters. “Well, finally!” she said. “Now everyone can have even more fun!” She approached Laura and knelt on the floor in front of her, ready to join the feast. Laura shied away from her, covering herself.

“What are you doing?!” she asked, completely taken by surprise at her mother’s actions.

“I’m going to pleasure my daughter,” she said.

“But that’s . . . incest!” Laura said.

“Are you saying you disapprove of lesbian incest?” Sandra asked.

“Well . . . yes!” Laura said, nearly in a panic.

Sandra smiled at her daughter, nearly laughing. “Honey, what do you think the sex you and Emily have is called?”

Laura looked around in confusion. “Who says Em and I have sex?”

“Kelli and Kate told me.”

Laura looked at her friends. “How could you do that?”

Kelli spoke up. “Laura, it’s not as if you haven’t told me you think your mom is hot.”

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to have sex with her!”

“Why not?” Kate asked. “We had sex with our mom already this morning. It was great!”

As Laura stared at Kate, her hands started dropping to her sides. “You did?”

“Yeah,” said Kelli. “And we had sex with your mom, too, and she wants to include you both in the fun. What’s the big deal? Laura, your mom is saying you and Em don’t have to hide what you do anymore. As long as just you three are home, you guys can sixty-nine in the living room if you want.”

The full meaning of what Kelli was saying occurred to Laura as she looked at her sister. “What do you think, Em?”

“I wanna have sex with Mom. If you don’t, then fine. You can watch. But I’ve wanted to lick her since you taught me girls could lick girls and have fun. And I was just seven at the time.”

Sandra’s ears perked up at that tidbit of information. “How old?” she asked.

“Seven,” Emily said.

Sandra looked at Laura. “You would have been only nine then.”

Laura blushed. “Yeah.”

“How in the world did you know about oral sex between girls when you were only eight?”

“You promise you won’t get mad?” Laura said.

“Mad? About what?” Sandra said.

“You have to promise — no SWEAR — you won’t get mad first, or I’m not telling you.” Laura was adamant.

“Okay, I swear not to get mad,” she said. “But I don’t promise not to get extremely horny when you tell me.”

“Holly showed me.”

“Holly?!” Sandra said, her mouth dropping open.

“Who’s Holly?” Emily asked. She didn’t say it, but she wanted to meet this Holly and get to know her better. She had apparently done it with Laura when she was only eight. Since licking Sandra’s bald pussy, she had been thinking about little girls — and liking the ideas that popped into her mind.

“Holly is a woman who used to babysit us,” Laura said. “She showed me how two girls can have fun. When I showed Emily about it, she joined in, too. We had a lot of fun when you weren’t home, Mom.”

“What about your brother?” Kelli asked. “Where was he?”

“Holly told me she didn’t like babysitting boys,” Sandra said. “Now I understand why.”

“Where is Holly now?” Kate asked.

Sandra said, “She lives about four blocks from here. I haven’t used her for babysitting in over three years, though, not since Laura turned eleven and I thought she was old enough to watch out for her sister.” Then she smiled at Laura. “Well, you certainly learned well, didn’t you?”

“We still go over there sometimes,” Emily said.

“You mean she still has sex with you two?”

“Yeah, and her two daughters,” said Emily.

“Oh, my God,” Sandra said in a whisper. She looked at Tracy. “They’re eight and six.”

Tracy felt a chill run down her spine. She couldn’t believe her luck! “Oh, my,” she said. “Those are just the ages we were talking about.”

“What d’ya mean?” asked Emily.

Sandra looked at her daughters. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “I’ve wanted to play around with the two of you since you were little, like six and eight.”

Emily’s face fell. “Why didn’t you?” she asked. “It coulda been a lot of fun!”

“I regret it now,” she said. “But there’s nothing stopping us from inviting Holly and her girls over for a while.” She smiled at everyone there, and they returned the smiles.

“Then it’s okay if I want to lick a girl that young?” Kate asked.

“As long as the girl wants you to,” said Tracy. “You should NEVER force yourself on someone else. Ever!”

Kate looked at Emily. “Do you think Holly’s daughters would let me lick them?”

“I know they would,” said Emily, grinning. “They love that better than ice cream.”

The group suddenly realized that the movie was still playing. An all-girl orgy was taking place on the screen. The visual added to everyone’s hopes for that day.

Sandra took out her cell phone and said, “I wonder if I still have her number?”

“555-2847,” Laura said, making everyone laugh. “So? I have it memorized. You’ll see why when you meet them.”

Sandra punched in the number and waited for the call to be answered. When Holly came on the line, she said, “Holly! This is Sandra, Laura and Emily’s mom. How have you been?”

As Holly answered, Sandra put her phone on speaker. “. . . are you?” they all heard, as Holly finished what she was saying, obviously ending with ‘How are you?’

“I’ve been fine! More than fine, actually. I’m here with my girls and our neighbors, Tracy and her daughters, Kelli and Kate. Do you know them?”

“No, I don’t believe I do.”

“Well, you must meet them. They are wonderful people and more fun than–” she paused, thinking before finishing the statement “–eating ice cream.”

Everyone in the room smiled at the reference to what Emily had said earlier.

“Well, I’d love to meet them sometime.”

“How about right now?” Sandra said. “Like they say . . . no time like the present.”

“Well, I had some cleaning to do first,” Holly said.

“Oh, that can wait,” said Sandra. “Let’s put it this way. I just found out what you taught my girls and I thought we could do with some demonstrations.”

There was silence on the line for so long Sandra said, “Holly? You there?”

“Uh . . . yeah . . . I’m here. What exactly did they tell you?”

“Laura says you taught her how to lick pussy, and she taught her baby sister, which led to all of you having fun together. Then there are your two little girls. What are their names?”

Another pause, then, “Linda and Mandy.”

“Yes. Bring them, too. I’m sure we can all have fun.”

“Is this some kind of trick?” Holly asked. “Are the police over there or something?”

“Police? God, no! Just two horny women and four horny young girls who would love nothing better than to have an orgy with you and your two little ones.”

“Would you mind putting Laura on the line?”

“I’m here,” said Laura.

“Am I on speaker?” Holly asked.

“Yeah,” said Laura. “Believe me, it’s fine. Mom can’t wait to get her mouth on Linda and Mandy, and I know they’d like it, too. I mean, like Emily said just a little while ago. They love having their pussies licked more than eating ice cream.”

“Is that why I heard chuckles when Sandra said that?” Holly was sounding much calmer now.

“Yeah,” said Laura. “So how about it? Everyone is just dying to have you and your girls come over and . . . well . . . come.”

They could hear heavy breathing on the line.

“Are you touching yourself?” Emily asked. “Cuz that sounds just like when you’re playing with your pussy.”

“Sorry,” Holly said. “Just checking to see how wet I am.”

“And how wet is that?” asked Sandra.

“Not soaking, yet, but getting there,” Holly said with a small laugh.

“Well, don’t come before you get here,” Sandra said. “Let these four young girls get you off instead.”

“Where are you?” Holly asked.

“We’re in the house next door to mine to your left as you face my house from the street.”

“We’ll be there in five minutes,” Holly said, and hung up.

“I don’t believe you actually told her what you know,” Tracy said.

“Hey, I’m very straightforward. You should know that by now,” said Sandra.

It took a bit longer than five minutes for Holly and her girls to arrive. The reason for that was that Holly needed to get her daughters dressed. They had been blissfully engaged in a sixty-nine when the call had come in. Holly had left them to enjoy themselves while she did some chores, peeking in on the girls once in a while and wondering if she should join them. The two little ones were not ready to stop, but when Holly told them they would meet two other women and two new girls who would love to lick their pussies, they scrambled around to get dressed.

“You don’t need panties,” Holly told them. “Just shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops.”

Soon, though, they arrived. The doorbell rang, and Sandra let them in, greeting them with nothing on but a smile. As Linda and Mandy entered, their jaws dropped to see Sandra without clothes on. Then they were ushered into the den and were greeted by another naked woman who introduced herself as Tracy, and four girls. The little girls knew Laura and Emily, but they had only seen Kelli and Kate around the neighborhood.

Everyone was naked. Emily stepped up to Linda, the eight-year-old, and pulled her t-shirt off, tossing it aside. Then she squatted and pulled the girl’s shorts down and smiled at the bald pussy that faced her.

While Emily undressed Linda, Laura stepped over to Holly and said, “I’m sorry if I let the cat out of the bag, but I think we’ll all have more fun this way.”

“Don’t worry,” Holly said. “As long as this ends up with everyone having fun, I’m fine with it.”

Laura reached under Holly’s tennis skirt and smiled when she found Holly wasn’t wearing anything beneath the skimpy outfit. She began pushing her finger in and out of the woman’s pussy, coating her fingers with the juices that were flowing from Holly’s vagina. Then she switched from her finger to her thumb, and inserted her index finger into the woman’s butt. Holly immediately began to squirm on the fourteen-year-old’s hand while Sandra stepped behind Holly and began to undress her.

Kate stood in front of Mandy and reached down to lift the little girl’s t-shirt over her head and off. Then she reached down to the six-year-old’s shorts and pulled them down, too, exposing the girl’s small, bare vulva. Kate’s mouth started to water as she imagined herself licking that delightful mound of little girl flesh.

She looked at her sister, Kelli, and saw that she and her mother were kissing. Kelli’s fingers were buried in their mother’s crotch, dancing through the wet, slippery folds of flesh. Tracy’s hand was likewise involved with giving Kelli pleasure.

Kate said to Mandy, “My name’s Kate. Is it okay if I lick your pussy?”

Mandy nodded shyly, grinning at her new friend. “I’m Mandy,” she said. “My mom and sissy lick me there too. And so does Laura and Emily.”

“Well, now I will do it for you. Anytime you like,” said Kate. Urging the child to her back, Kate knelt down and moved toward the bald pussy. The idea that there would only be one first time occurred to her, and she did her best to sear every memory of this moment into her brain.

Leaning over, she reached out her tongue and swiped it across the girl’s vulva, wiping the child’s slit with her tongue. Mandy jumped a bit at the sudden contact.

“Did that feel good?” Kate asked.

Mandy just nodded and stared into Kate’s eyes. Kate could see the little girl was already filled with lust at the thought of what was happening to her. The child’s eyes were glazed and half-lidded. Yes, she thought to herself. She loves this more than eating ice cream.

Kate thought about how she had longed to lick a pussy this young earlier that day. She was amazed that the opportunity had come so soon.

Placing her lips on the child’s cunny, Kate savored the feel of the soft pillow of flesh against her mouth. When she had licked Sandra’s bald pussy, it had been smooth, but she had been able to tell it was obviously a grown woman’s cunt. Mandy’s tiny pussy was much smaller and softer. Kate pressed her tongue into the tender folds of the child’s mound, feeling near the top for the six-year-old’s slit for the girl’s clit. Feeling the small bump, Kate felt Mandy jump slightly at the contact. The response made Kate’s own pussy tremble with lust as she realized this little girl was extremely horny. She wondered if the child could come. She certainly intended to find out.

She started licking the pre-pubescent pussy, savoring the flavor of the little girl’s pee and juices that mingled there. Kate’s mouth was completely covering the mound as her tongue danced over the clit and along the inner labia. Occasionally, she would suck the outer lips into her mouth, delighting in how they felt against her lips and tongue.

Mandy started to squirm even more than she had been. Kate could hear the child’s breath coming in small gasps. Was she going to come? Kate wondered. Reaching down to her own pussy, Kate began to stroke her clit while pressing her hips down against her hand, which was trapped between the hard floor and her soft cunt. Just as the child started to climax, Kate joined her, in awe at the raw sexuality of the child.

After they both came, Kate said, “You live in the neighborhood, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you riding your bike,” Mandy answered.

Kate thought about how sometimes she enjoyed the feeling of her bicycle seat as it pressed between her legs and wondered if the child had ever seen her while she pressed herself against the seat to the point of almost coming.

“You think it would be okay if I came by your house sometimes? We could play around with each other. I love licking you,” said Kate.

“That would be good,” Mandy said. “Could my sister join us?”

“Of course,” Kate said and started making plans in her head for when that could happen. Tomorrow, maybe?

Mandy snuggled up against her. Kate reached down and cupped Mandy’s butt as the child started to nod off from the exertion of coming.

As Mandy began to drift off, she thought about licking Kate’s pussy when she woke up later. She popped her thumb into her mouth and closed her eyes to the sounds of the other girls and women as they did things to each other.

Kate’s glanced around the room and took in the beauty of the others as they had sex with each other. Mandy’s older sister, Linda, was involved with Emily in a hot sixty-nine. The two girls bucked and squealed as the sensations flooded their bodies.

Laura, Holly, and Sandra were on the big sofa. Laura and Sandra were in a sixty-nine, and Holly had her face pressed between Laura’s butt cheeks, obviously licking the young girl’s rosebud while Sandra lay beneath Laura and licked the teenager’s pussy.

Kate saw her mother in the recliner. She was slouched down in the chair, and her pussy and butt were extended off the chair’s edge. Kelli was between their mother’s legs, licking whatever she could. Kate was envious of her older sister as mouth watered for her mother’s juices.

Kate noticed movement on the large sofa and saw Holly move to Emily and Linda. Linda was on top in their sixty-nine, and Kate watched as Holly started doing the same thing to her daughter’s butt as she had been doing to Laura’s.

The child began to squirm and squeal, followed by a muffled scream as the little girl had an orgasm. Linda continued to lick Emily’s pussy, and Holly moved to where Kate and Mandy lay.

“She’s a wonderful pussy-licker,” Holly said, nodding to her sleeping daughter. “Have you had the honor yet?”

“Not yet,” Kate said. “I hope to soon, though.”

“You mind if I give you an orgasm?” Holly asked, a mischievous grin stretching her wet lips.

“Of course not,” Kate said, smiling.

Holly moved down to Kate’s pussy and knelt between the young teen’s legs. Smiling up into Kate’s eyes, the woman moved her mouth to the lips of the girl’s mound and began to lick and suck the wet pussy. Holly flicked her tongue back and forth over the sensitive clit, smearing saliva and slick juices all around.

Soon, Kate began to climb quickly toward a massive orgasm. She had only managed to bring herself off while licking the delicious pussy of six-year-old Mandy. Now, she was able to simply lie back and enjoy the sensations that flooded her body. Within a few minutes, Kate’s body was wracked with spasms as the orgasm rushed through her.

Just as Kate started coming, she heard more sounds of climax as Tracy began to come. In the throes of her orgasm, Kate glanced at her mother and saw that Tracy was looking at Holly licking her pussy.

After Tracy came, she and Kelli moved to where Holly was sitting between Kate’s limp legs. Tracy began sucking Holly’s nipples while Kelli nudged the woman who had just brought Kate to a searing climax onto her back. Once Holly was lying down, Kelli attacked the woman’s pussy while Tracy continued making love to the woman’s small boobs, which were capped with light brown nipples that resembled coffee-flavored ice cream on a pair of fleshy cones.

Kate heard Laura and Sandra begin to come, and she looked over to watch the mother and daughter bring each other to massive climaxes. No more than thirty seconds later, Holly began to come. She writhed and gasped as the orgasm took her. Kelli kept her mouth glued to the wet pussy, riding out the woman’s peak to give her the best orgasm possible.

The sound of women and girls doing their best to catch their breath was the only thing any of them could hear for several minutes. Finally, Sandra said, “We just have to do this again sometime.” Everyone laughed at this as they realized they had all been thinking some form of this same sentiment themselves.

Kate looked at Holly. “Is it okay if I come by your house sometime to play?”

“Oh, sweetie, not only can you come by my house, you can come in it!” Holly answered.

The women and girls laughed at this as well. Soon, the need for food, drink, and the bathroom made them all stir and rise from the floor of Tracy’s den. Mandy had woken from her little nap, and the first place she went was the bathroom. Kate, feeling as though she might be in love with the child, followed her.

As the child began to pee into the toilet bowl, she spread her legs to allow Kate to watch. “Mommy and Sissy like to watch me pee too,” she said. Kate thought it was cute how Mandy referred to Linda as ‘Sissy.’

As Kate stood there watching Mandy pee, she felt a presence behind her. Turning, she saw it was eight-year-old Linda. The child reached out and began fondling Kate’s butt before reaching lower to play with the older girl’s pussy. Kate stood there, allowing Linda to do as she wished.

“Do you have to pee too?” Linda asked.

“No,” Kate answered, beginning to feel her pussy stirring again as the child’s fingers toyed with her there. “I just came in to watch her pee.”

“Mom and me like to do that too,” Linda said.

The girls watched Mandy wipe herself and flush. Then Linda moved to the toilet and sat down. Reaching out, she pulled Kate’s pussy closer. As Kate heard the splash of pee in the bowl, she felt Linda’s mouth enveloping her pussy. The child’s tongue moved to her clit and began massaging it in quick strokes.

At that moment, she felt Mandy behind her. The child began to push a finger inside Kate’s vagina. Mandy’s finger wasn’t very big, so it fit easily. Kate felt the fucking motion of Mandy’s hand as the finger slid in and out.

The two sisters brought Kate to yet another orgasm. Then Mandy stepped around Kate and sat on Linda’s knees, facing her older sister. Their hands wandered down to the other’s pussy, and the sisters began playing with each other’s cunny while they kissed.

Kate watched in surprise as the two little girls kissed each other, tongues wrapping around each other as they French-kissed expertly. She couldn’t wait for the kiss to pause, and when it did she moved to kiss first one young girl, then the other.

Reaching both hands down to the girls’ lower bodies, she began playing with each little girl’s butthole, tickling them lightly.

A minute later, the sisters were coming. Kate was awestruck that girls that young could be so sexually talented and mature. They each seemed like some sort of orgasmic machine. She wondered how much fun she would be able to have with them now that their secrets were out.

After the two little ones came, Kate reached down to her own pussy and began masturbating in front of the girls. This didn’t last long before the two sisters moved in and took turns licking Kate’s pussy until she came yet again. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had already had that day. This was turning out to be the most sexual day of her life.

She aimed to top this one as often as she could.

When they joined the rest of the women and girls, they were greeted by knowing grins.

“Did you three have fun in the bathroom?” Sandra asked.

Kate blushed. “How did you know?”

“How could we not know?” Holly asked. “You three made enough noise to wake the dead.”

“I know if I had been dead, it would have waked me,” Tracy said. “In fact, things are starting to wake up right now.”

“Well,” Sandra said, “I’m afraid it will have to wake up without me.”

A chorus of disappointment filled the room.

“Do you have to go, Mom?” Laura asked.

“I’m not the only one,” Sandra said. “You two have some chores to do as well.”

Reluctantly, the girls rose and started getting dressed, still doing their best to talk their mother into letting them stay.

“It’s okay, girls,” Holly said. “We have to get going, too. We have plenty to do, and it won’t get done having countless orgasms.”

Pouting, Linda and Mandy began gathering their few items of clothing and putting them on.

After everyone had left, Tracy said to Kelli and Kate, “Well, that was fun, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” said Kate. “Very.” Looking at her pussy, she said, “I think it’s worn out, though. I’m kinda sore.”

Kelli said, “Mine’s not,” and rose to go back into the TV room to watch another movie and masturbate — or maybe to be joined by her mom.

“Doesn’t matter, honey,” Tracy said. “We’ve got things to do, too. There’s more to life than orgasms.”

Kate looked at her mother in shock. “Bite your tongue!” she said.

“We need to go shopping. Remember?” Tracy said.

“Oh, yeah!” said Kelli. “We’re getting our own vibrators today!”

“Yes, now let’s get dressed, straighten up a little around here, and do the shopping. We can have fun later.”

The girls did as they were told. As they left to do their shopping, Kate thought again about the two little girls who lived close by and were more than willing to have hours of sex with her whenever the opportunity arose.

Yes, it had been a very eventful twenty-four hours.  She couldn’t wait for the next opportunity for another eventful day.

Continue on to Chapter 6

 

Sketching My Sister, Part One

  • Posted on September 19, 2017 at 2:29 am

By GrandMoff

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

My name is Bara Kokovinis. I live in a little town called Rich Bar, in northern California. I’m American, with heritage that is mostly Japanese (my mom’s side) and Greek (my dad’s side.) I’m slim and petite, with long black hair which I usually wear up and light brown eyes. I’ll be seventeen in October.

Drawing and painting have been my favorite activities since I was seven or eight years old. Art requires concentration and solitude. I spent a lot of time alone — pencil, brush, or pen in hand. Some people called me strange, but it was how I had to work.

By the time I was thirteen, I drew people — women, men, girls, boys — more than anything else. But I noticed that my art wasn’t improving, and I grew frustrated. I wanted to be much better than I was.

I was sixteen when I decided I had to have a model. It was a dilemma. I didn’t have enough money to pay for one. I didn’t dare ask one of my few friends to do it.

My art teacher, Ms. Wallace, noticed my despondent attitude. At first I didn’t tell her what was wrong, but she insisted. She promised that she would keep it to herself, so I leveled with her. That turned out to be a great move, because she had a great solution. She said she had a few friends who modeled and would be happy to pose for me free of charge, though only for an hour or two per week.

“Oh, Ms. Wallace, thank you so much!” I told her.

“You’re welcome, but there still may be a problem. I met these friends in college, and they live in Chico.”

“But I… I can’t get to Chico,” I said quietly.

“Sure you can; I’ll take you,” Ms. Wallace said cheerfully. “If your parents will let you go, of course.”

“Oh, I couldn’t accept–”

“Please, come with me. I want to see your art improve and I want to help you.” She lowered her voice. “Don’t tell anyone. I know I shouldn’t have a favorite, but I do. You’re it.”

“Ms. Wallace, thank you. I mean it, thank you.”

*****

Saturday morning saw me in the passenger seat of Ms. Wallace’s sturdy F-150. I was grinning, and she caught me off-guard with her sudden statement. “You look happier than I’ve ever seen you,” she said.

“I am happy, Ms. Wallace, very happy!”

“Call me Korrina, okay?”

“Korrina? Your first name’s Roberta, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Yeah, and I don’t like it. Korrina’s my middle name, and it’s much better.”

“You said you’ve gotten a friend to agree to model for me? Who is she, Korrina? What’s she like?”

“Her name’s Rose–”

I giggled.

“What?” my teacher asked.

“It’s a coincidence. My name is the Japanese word for Rose.”

“That’s a coincidence, all right. Bara means Rose? Cool, I didn’t know that.”

“Sorry I interrupted,” I said. “Tell me about her.”

“Let’s see… she’s my age, 28. She’s over 5’7″ tall, and thin enough to make me envious. She’s an artist herself; quiet, but with an easy smile. I think she’ll like you a lot.”

“She doesn’t mind posing for someone as young as I am?”

“Not at all. She was in your position once.”

*****

Ms. Wallace took me to Chico every two weeks. It was great. She had three friends who took turns modeling for me: Rose, Sandra, and Aevry. I liked all of them. They and Ms. Wallace were fun to be with and they loved treating me to cake or pie and tea. My art improved, and so did my self-confidence. I was a bit embarrassed at the beginning, drawing a girl who was standing before me without a stitch of clothing — which is kind of backwards, I suppose! — but they quickly put me at ease.

*****

My sister Ame lived in an apartment in Paradise, but returned to my parents’ house nearly every weekend. She’s twenty, and a very private person, so I was surprised when I was drawing in my room one Saturday and heard her knock. I let her in and she sat across my table, in a comfortable old oak chair. She was in the mood to talk.

“Wow, that’s nice,” she praised, referring to the drawing I was making, a picture of a smiling young woman holding an umbrella.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Much better than a year ago.”

“Thanks,” I said again.

“What have you done to improve so much, Bara?” she asked casually.

“Just working harder, I guess.”

“Really?”

“Ame,” I said, looking her in the eyes, “I’m losing my concentration. Could you please talk about something else?”

“I’m sorry. Something else, then. Mom tells me you’re gone every other Saturday for several hours. Where are you going?”

“Just… out with friends,” I answered as calmly as I could.

“A guy, maybe?”

“No,” I laughed, “not a guy. I just go out — you know — talk, have pie, drink tea, that kind of thing.”

“Well, good for you,” Ame said. “You’ve changed, for the better. You’re happier and more assertive.”

“Am I?”

“Sure you are.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“I’ll have to meet your friends some time.”

I was tired of playing defense. “I’d like to meet some of yours too,” I said. “When are you going to let me come visit you at your apartment?”

“Suppertime, girls!” our dad called from downstairs.

*****

The school year was nearly over, so I asked Ms. Wallace if our next trip to Chico would be the last.

“No way!” she said. “I’m too selfish; I like being with you too much to stop our expeditions. And so do Aevry, Rose, and Sandra.”

I blushed. “Thank you. I love being with all of you.”

So our visits to the city continued through the summer. My art looked nothing like it had a year ago. I grew closer to Korrina, Rose, and the others. Sometimes we’d go shopping or swimming, or to the tennis courts after the modeling sessions. I was having the time of my life.

But nothing goes smoothly forever.

It was a Saturday morning in late July. I was riding with my eyes closed, enjoying the smell of the trees and the feel of the wind. Then I felt Korrina take a turn we hadn’t taken before. “What’s up?” I asked.

“Time for a little bad news,” my teacher said with a sigh. “Aevry called me yesterday. Her brother-in-law was killed in a car accident and she’s going to the funeral today.”

“That’s terrible,” I said.

“Oh, not really — Aevry and I hated him. She’s just going to support her sister. The guy cheated on her all the time, but she loved him.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Oh,” I muttered.

“But don’t worry about it, Bara,” Ms. Wallace said quickly. “I’m sorry; I wasn’t trying to bring you down. Anyway, none of that is the real point.”

“It’s not?” I was a little confused.

“There’s good news too, and that’s the point. Aevry called a friend of hers who agreed to model in her place. That’s why we turned early.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I don’t know her very well, but she’s beautiful and seems really nice. She’ll be a great model, I think.”

“How’s Aevry’s sister?” I asked.

“Not so good. We think she’ll get over it, though.”

“Does she have any children?”

“No — he wasn’t able to — well, let’s leave it at ‘No.’ It’s probably a good thing that they didn’t have kids; it would be hard on them. She’s said before that she wants children, but — damn! I think I just missed our turn!”

“Oops,” I said. “I’ll be quiet so you can concentrate.”

“Ah!” Korrina said triumphantly. “I didn’t overshoot after all. Here it is.”

In seconds, we were parked in front of a large yellow three-story house. I grabbed my stuff and Korrina led me into the building and up the steps to the top floor. She knocked. I felt a bit nervous, but excited.

A woman opened the door. I nearly dropped my bag.

“Hi,” Ms. Wallace said.

“Ame!” I said.

“Bara!” she said, just as shocked.

“You two know each other?” Ms. Wallace asked.

“Yes, we–”

“Not very well,” I interrupted. “But we get along when we do see each other. Still… are you sure you don’t mind posing for me, Ame? I mean, I’m sure you have other things to do.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” she said, mischief suddenly appearing in her eyes. “Surprised though I am, it’s really good to see you.”

I was suspicious. “It’s nice to see you too,” I answered warily.

“What kind of poses were you looking for?” Ame asked. “I’m new to this; I’m afraid you’ll have to direct me.”

“Should I leave?” Ms. Wallace asked. I’d forgotten she was there!

“No need, please stay,” my sister requested smoothly. “Do what you like — I have movies, books, magazines.”

“I brought my own. Thanks,” Korrina said. She pulled a paperback from her purse and sat on a padded chair near the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room.

This was a strange situation, but I was here to work on my art. “Could you show me around so I can judge the light and the settings?”

“Certainly.”

After the brief tour, I decided that the living room, with its large south-facing windows, would work the best. “Okay, this spot is quite suitable,” I pronounced. “Let’s try a lying pose first; you may want to use a few of those throw pillows for comfort.”

“Good thinking.” Ame collected four of them and set them on the carpet. She paused very briefly. She opened her robe and shrugged it from her shoulders in one smooth motion.

The last time I had seen Ame naked, I’d been five or six years old. She blew away all my other models. Her flawless skin was a shade darker than mine, with no tan lines. Under that perfect skin were strong, firm muscles. Her wavy black hair fell past her shoulders and gleamed with health. She had no body hair, so all her skin could be seen. Her hips weren’t wide or narrow; they were just very nice to look at. And her chest? I’m a little taller than she is, but she’s always had larger breasts. For the first time, I saw how much larger. They were true D-cups or maybe even a tad bigger, and shaped exquisitely. Her areolas and nipples were large and dark brown, very pretty.

Could this goddess possibly be my sister?

I wanted to stare, but this wasn’t the time. Once I had pencil in hand, I could look all I liked. And from all angles. I was going to have fun that day!

But what was I thinking? This was my sister! Gorgeous, but should I look at her as anything other than my sister? Wasn’t it wrong to feel pleasure from looking at her body, no matter how beautiful it was?

On the other hand, she’d offered to be my model. If she had no objection, why should I? I did want to improve. And she was the ideal subject.

I looked at her as objectively as I could. I put guilt out of my mind.

I started sketching.

I had her take six poses in all. I kept drawing.

“Bara, it’s been almost two hours,” Ms. Wallace said suddenly.

I couldn’t believe it, and Ame looked startled by the revelation also. But it was true. I had 21 sketches, all of excellent quality. The time had flown past.

My sister put on her robe. “Let me make you some tea before you go,” she offered.

“Korrina?” I asked.

“Sounds good,” my teacher said.

We talked idly before Korrina and I set off for Rich Bar. Just before we left, Ame let me know that this was anything but over. She said, “We’ll have to talk when I see you next, Bara. I want to know you better than I do.”

I didn’t think it would be long before I saw her again. I was right. Less than an hour after Ms. Wallace had dropped me off at home, I heard the front door open and close. Then she knocked at the door to my room. “Come in, Ame,” I said, sounding as bored as I could.

She entered and shut the door.

“You got so much better. Now I know how,” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Uncertainty, I guess. I didn’t know what you’d think. But I know now, don’t I?”

“You have to let me see them!” she said, grinning evilly.

“They aren’t ready; they’re only sketches until I can finish them and turn them into–“

“Come on. I was the model; you owe me.”

“No way. Rose never makes any demands.”

“I’m not Rose.” Ame leaned nearer, her face a few inches from mine. “What’s the harm? Let me see.” She took the sketchbook from my suddenly weak hands.

“Wow! They’re very nice. You’ve made me look so beautiful,” she said, and I could tell she meant it. I blushed, which only embarrassed me more.

“I drew what was there and no more,” I said. “If they’re beautiful, it’s because you are.” She looked happy to hear it, not shocked. I went on. “Aevry is quite good-looking. So are Rose and Sandra. But they don’t compare to you. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I never noticed just how beautiful you are.”

“I’ll model for you again, if you’d like,” Ame offered. She gently took my hand and lifted it, touching each finger in turn. “I never noticed how much skill was in this hand of yours.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t want Korrina to know we’re sisters; care to tell me?”

I had to think, unsure of my own motives. “I don’t know. When I saw you, I thought — it seemed smarter to tell her when I was ready. Not right away.”

Ame looked askance at me for a moment. “Tell her when you’re ready, then. In the meantime, give me an answer. Do you want me to model for you again or not?”

“Of course I do.”

*****

Ame picked me up the next Friday and took me to Paradise and posed for me. She had rearranged some of the lights in her apartment, so the lighting was better this time around. She had moved some of the furniture too, I noticed. I drew sketches of her for more than two hours.

When we ended the session, I made tea for us and we started talking. I felt closer to her than I ever had. “I truly appreciate this,” I told her. “I’ll bet it’s hard, stripping for your kid sister.”

We both laughed. “No!” she said. “We are sisters, so I know I’m safe with you. Besides, I’m proud of my body. Showing it to an artist is satisfying.”

“Hm,” I mused, “if I had a body like yours, I’d probably like showing it off too.”

“What was that?” Ame asked slyly.

“I’m just saying it makes sense,” I said, turning red. “You’ve always turned heads. You said you’re proud of your body and you should be.”

“That’s sweet,” she said.

I prepared myself to ask what I’d wondered for a while. I cleared my throat and began. “It’s none of my business, but do you have a boyfriend?”

“What?” Ame’s eyes widened. “No, I don’t. I thought you would’ve talked to Aevry about me…”

“If I have a question about you, it’s you I’m going to ask,” I said. “I hate gossip.”

“Good for you; that’s rare among girls your age.” Ame took a deep breath. “Mom and Dad won’t like it, so please don’t tell them.”

I nodded.

“Aevry used to be my lover.”

I tried not to let my shock show. “Really? I mean, you and Jeremy–”

“I’m sorry to spring it on you, Bara-chan,” Ame said quietly, using the Japanese ending she’d used for me when we were kids. “I shouldn’t have blurted it like that, but I couldn’t think of a better way. Jeremy’s just a good friend; he always has been. I didn’t want to get harassed in high school, so he agreed to fake being a couple with me. There’s no need to pretend anymore. Since he moved to Oregon, we haven’t seen each other in quite a while.”

“Wow,” I breathed. “I mean, I had no idea!”

“Please don’t be mad. I’m the same Ame you’ve always known.”

“I’m not mad at all. But, it’s weird, I mean — I never guessed!”

“I wanted to tell you many times,” my sister said. “I was scared that I’d freak you out.”

“Give me a hug, Ame-chan,” I said.

I hugged her and she lightly held me. I wrapped my arms more tightly around her and she got the hint and hugged me normally, like she always had. “You’ll always be my big sister and I’ll always love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she breathed.

We drew apart. I passed her a box of tissues and she wiped her face.

When she got her composure, she smiled at me. “You’re the best,” she said.

“You aren’t off the hook, you know,” I laughed. “You said Aevry ‘used to be’ your lover. What happened?”

“Seriously?” Ame asked. “We didn’t have enough in common, I guess. She doesn’t mind a mess; she’s kind of lazy; things like that. We just didn’t work out.”

“Are you seeing anyone now?”

“No, and I’m not looking. I’m fine by myself at present. But how about you? Anyone special I should know about?”

“Are you kidding? Not interested! Besides, there’s too much going on in my life.”

Continue on to Part Two

 

Amber II, Chapter 2

  • Posted on September 18, 2017 at 8:07 am

By Tater Tot

I moaned when I got in the car to see Mom wearing a loose white blouse with no bra, and a short skirt. She gave me that grin she gets when she knows I’m excited.

“It’s Saturday…” she said with a smile.

I was already breathing heavily, staring at her as I tried to decide what I wanted to do. I really wanted to dive across the seat and run my hands and mouth and pussy all over her, fucking, licking, fondling and getting licked at the same time.

I slid in next to her and buckled in with shaking hands, turning towards her as we pulled away. “So, we’re on for today?” I mumbled.

“Anything,” she said in that way that drove me absolutely crazy.

I turned towards her and put a trembling right hand on her thigh, trying to hold myself together. I half-closed my eyes as I reached up to hold her breast, then clenched my body tightly as I pictured myself opening her shirt and sucking on her breast as we drove.

I was squeezing my legs together as I slid my hand in her blouse, letting out a sob of excitement as she once again whispered, “Anything.”

I was actually crying a little when we pulled into the garage. When she popped her seat belt, I grabbed her legs to pull them toward me. I was growling and sobbing as I flipped her skirt up to see her shaved pussy.

I froze as an orgasm tried to swell out of me, but I stayed like that for a moment — then, wrapping my hands around her thighs, I dove into her pussy. I was licking like crazy in seconds, thinking about how it was mine today. I could do this anytime, anywhere.

When she came, I came too, screaming into her pussy as my own spasmed and surged. I was still mumbling and licking when she quietened, and eventually I sat up and pulled away.

Mom was sprawled against the door, her legs up and skirt bunched on her waist. Her eyes were looking very satisfied. I could see her breasts pressing against the shirt and really wanted to feel them.

We managed to get out and into the house and I had to hold her in front of me, groping and squeezing her breasts, thinking about what to do next. God… God, I wanted to do everything.

I realized after a moment that I was grinding my pussy against her ass, and couldn’t stand it anymore. Grabbing her hand I said, “Come on. Now… now, Mom.”

She was laughing a little as I pulled her into her bedroom and pushed her face down on the bed. I moaned at the sight of her ass sticking up, waiting for me, and I had to close my eyes and turn away. I pulled out the bigger dildo, my hands shaking so much I could hardly hold it.

When it was on, I staggered back to the bed and dropped to my knees behind her. I leaned forward and pushed her skirt up, then pushed my face against her ass, my tongue sliding into her crack.

I stayed like that until I could control myself, my hands clenching her cheeks as my tongue pushed into her asshole. I was holding myself together again, grunting at the effort to keep the orgasm back.

I hated that I couldn’t last longer. I’d have so many things I wanted to do, then end up having a couple of overwhelming orgasms and pass out.

Raising my face up slowly, I sort of crawled up her back, balancing myself between lust and control. When I was breathing into her ear, I reached back to put the cock against her pussy.

She said, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

Damn her, she knew what that did to me. I screamed “No!” again as I came, feeling the juices against my own hand where it was clutching the cock. I collapsed against her back, whimpering as I sort of humped against her. The way my pussy spasmed was almost painful sometimes, my ass clenching as I seemed to be pushing my whole body out of my cunt.

I was really panting against her now, a little tired and dazed. I groaned and wiped some drool off my lips as I reached down again to put the cock back into place.

As I pushed it in, to the sound of her loud moan, I said, “I’m going to fuck you, Mom.”

Then I did. I started slowly, but quickly built up speed. After a minute or so, I leaned up and put my hands on her hips, watching as my cock slipped in and out of her pussy.

I realized after a moment that I was staring, mumbling some weird shit. I shook my head and gave a growl as I reached up to grab her hair. I tried to remember to not be too rough, but it was hard. I wanted to pummel her, drag her down and rape her, use her until she screamed. Mine to use. Anything.

I was screaming “Anything!” as I slammed my hips into hers, then just screamed as she came, bending her head back farther and thrashing against me. I totally exploded out of my own pussy. I saw everything turn white as my whole body pulsed with incredible pleasure, so intense it was painful in some way.

When I came around, Mom was looking down at me, her eyes a little worried, but she smiled when I mumbled, “What… what happened?”

She leaned down to lick my lips until I focused on her, then she said, “You had the world’s strongest orgasm, baby.” Her fingers pushed the hair out of my eyes as she looked at me with envy and said, “God, I wish I came like that.”

I forced myself to move, afraid I would fall asleep and miss the whole day. She smiled that smile that said she knew what I was thinking and helped me sit up.

We stumbled to the shower, my second that day, and washed ourselves off. Then we got dressed. It was weird, but it made me hotter for Mom to have clothes on than to be naked. I knew she would have an explanation, but I wasn’t really interested in why.

She put on a t-shirt and tight little running shorts, and those white socks. I groaned when she walked into the kitchen wearing them, which made her giggle. It honestly made her happy, I think, how excited I got looking at her.

Then again, I couldn’t imagine anyone not getting excited over her. God, she looked good. Her ass was to die for, and she had a flat stomach and tight, mid-sized breasts… uh, yeah.

I didn’t say anything while we had a salad lunch, getting into kind of a daze as she moved around, then sat across from me.

“How was the night at Deanna’s?”

Yeah, I’d forgotten about that. She would probably get a kick out of hearing about it, but I wanted to tell her in just the right way.

I stood up and said, “Let’s go to the living room and I’ll tell you.”

She laughed at my look, then walked ahead of me, giving her ass a little extra sway, making me get wet as I thought about it.

When we got to the living room, I sat on the couch and had her stand in front of me, her shorts hiding her sweet pussy and ass. I was breathing heavily as I reached up and put my hands on the top of those shorts. She was looking down at me, her mouth open slightly as she panted a little in excitement.

I gently slid her shorts down until they were bunched just below her pussy. The sight of her standing there with her shorts pulled down like that made me moan with need.

Oh, my God, she looked so hot. She looked so innocent, but hot and sexy at the same time. I let a hand slide around and slip between the top of the shorts and her ass. I closed my eyes and grunted at the picture I imagined.

I stayed like that for a moment, but it was Mom’s moan that brought me out of it. I took my hands down and patted my lap. It was so freaking hot to see her shuffle around, her pants pulled down and her ass sticking out.

When she laid across my lap I almost came. I would have been so pissed if I had, though. I let my hand rest on her cheeks as I regained my composure.

I stroked her ass for a couple of minutes, then said, “I had a wet dream about you last night, and Deanna realized it. She didn’t know what it was about, but she saw me come.”

My hand rose, then descended with a slap on her tight ass cheeks. She squealed, then panted in excitement. I let my hand stroke her wet pussy every now and then as I talked.

“She’d never had an orgasm and she ended up asking me the same questions I asked you,” I said slowly. “Turns out she has the hots for Ms. Teller, the gym teacher.”

My hand came down with another slap. I squeezed her ass cheek, then let my hand slide down and begin stroking her pussy. She was dripping wet now, making me shake a little with excitement. My hand would touch the bunched up shorts as I stroked Mom’s pussy.

“We talked for quite a while, then she asked if I would show her how to have an orgasm.”

Spank. This time I turned my hand slightly and slipped a finger into her. I began pushing it in and out as I spoke. “I held her like you do me, and told her a story about her and Ms. Teller. She came in just a couple of minutes and squirted all over my hand.”

Spank. Mom gave a soft scream as her buttocks tensed up. When my hand slipped back down, she was really running with juice.

“This morning, she saw my pussy was shaved and asked why.” I shoved a second finger in her and started pumping harder as I said, “I told her it was so people wouldn’t get hair in their teeth.”

Spank. Mom arched up, clenching my finger tightly. I could tell just by the sounds Mom made that she was fighting to hold off an orgasm. I imagined that by then, she knew the sounds I made and what they meant, too.

When I slipped my fingers back in her she made a funny mewing sound sort of like a cat, but her whole body was shaking.

“I told her I had sex with a girl, but not who. She really liked that.” I was pushing into Mom hard and fast, listening to her make panting noises.

When she was reaching a peak I said, “She asked if we could have sex too,” then I gave Mom a good slap on her rock-tight ass.

She came with a yell and some serious juice dripped onto my legs. I slapped her again after a second, getting her to really scream in excitement, then begin to sob as her hips sort of humped against me.

When she’d calmed down, her face lying sideways on the couch, eyes half-closed, I slipped out from under her and looked down at that beautiful ass. It was hanging off the couch, the shorts still pulled down. I dropped to my knees behind her and slipped those shorts down and off. She just lay there, panting like she’d just been running.

When they were off, I knelt to the side of her and stroked her ass for a moment, then leaned in to kiss her cheeks. I eventually let my tongue slide into her crack, then licked her asshole. I brought my hand up and slowly slid a finger into her.

“Oh, God… oh, God, baby,” she muttered.

“What can I do?” I asked softly as I slipped a second finger in her.

“Any… anything,” she moaned just as softly.

My tongue moved back to her asshole and I began pushing it in as my fingers began thrusting faster. When I had my tongue in a little ways, I added a third finger to her pussy, getting her to sob loudly and begin mumbling, “Oh… uh… oh, God… Amber… oh, Jesus,” continuously between gasps and sobs.

I was tongue-fucking her ass when I slipped the fourth finger in, my hand sliding deep into her, making me think I might fit the whole thing inside her pussy one day, but not today.

She was making screeching noises and thrusting her hips back at me as I fucked her with my hand and tongue. When she came, she clamped down hard on my fingers. I let my hand stop and just slowly flex, but kept moving my tongue through her butt crack.

It was one of her best so far. She screamed loudly into the cushion, then again as she threw her head back. She actually gave me a small squirt on the second scream, then just made a continuous series of “uh-uh” sounds as her pussy kept gushing.

She was actually crying softly when I pulled my hand out and slid her up to lie on the couch. I sat on the floor by her head and kissed her softly to see if she was okay. She eventually returned the kisses and said, “Oh, my God, baby, that was so good, so fucking good.”

I giggled at the way she sounded, but moved back to look down at her. I was really hot from the whole thing, but in surprising control for me. I want her ass, I thought, as I looked down at it, but I didn’t… Oh, hell.

I slipped my shorts off and straddled her, pressing my pussy against her sexy ass. Leaning forward, I let myself lie on top of her, then began fucking her from behind with my pussy.

It was only minutes before I was thrusting and grunting, Mom’s body being pushed forward and back as I rode her ass. I pushed up, my hands on her shoulders, my pussy grinding down on her when I came.

I didn’t make a sound as I came across her cheeks, my cum spraying her ass and dripping down to cover her pussy. It was so completely, totally fucking hot that I almost died when I did it.

Mom woke me up when she slid out from under me, then turned to cuddle me close, softly kissing my cheek as she said, “Love you, kiddo.”

She eventually managed to get us both up and into the shower. We were a mess, totally covered in cum. It was amazing how drenched Mom was.

After we dried off we went to lie in bed, but I asked her to put her panties on, and she did with that grin of hers. They looked hot on her, highlighting her ass so well.

I was still drifting from the sex earlier, so I just had her lie next to me so I could fondle her a little as we talked.

“Did you and Deanna end up having sex?” Mom asked, making me smile a little at the thought that she was the one who missed the end of the story this time.

But I nodded and said, “We made out a little, then I gave her head in the shower. We didn’t really have time for anything else.”

We lay there quietly for a little bit as I lightly stroked her stomach, then I said, “She thought she might be gay, because she saw her mom making out with a woman.”

Mom giggled a little at that, then said, “I hope not, because you wouldn’t have a chance, baby.”

I giggled too, then said, “I think her mom was looking at my ass while we were there.”

That got her to turn slightly and give me a “mom” look before asking, “Did it bother you?”

Her tone made me smile a little, because it was so protective. I would never have noticed before how often she did that, but now it was obvious that she was getting the claws out.

She stroked my face lightly as I smiled, but I said, “No. I liked it.” She nodded and pulled me in a little to snuggle.

Eventually I said, “Would it be wrong if I did something with someone older? Is it okay that I’m having sex with Deanna?”

Mom didn’t say anything for a while, then said, “No, nothing is wrong with that. It’s really about why you do it. If you feel threatened or used, then it’s bad.” She looked at me and said, “Please tell me if you ever feel that way with anyone.”

I nodded quickly, so she continued, “Otherwise… as long as you enjoy it, and you’re not hurting someone, it’s fine. You’ll want to be more careful with people your own age than someone older. Teenagers can be cruel, and you don’t want them to decide you’re different enough to attack.”

The thought seemed to bother Mom, because she hugged me a little, then said, “In fact, I guess I would prefer it if you were with older women,” her voice changed a little, and she sounded playful as she said, “but that doesn’t mean I want you out seducing them.”

I giggled at the picture, and she kissed my cheek. “Would it… bother you?” I hesitantly asked.

She turned me to face her and said seriously, “I love you, honey. No matter what, I’ll love you. Even if we stop this, I’ll love you. I promise to never be jealous of your lovers.” Then she got a look and said, “Would it bother you if I did it with another woman?”

I giggled at that and said “No way. You’re hot, Mom. I bet you have sex a lot.”

That got one of her full-out laughs and she did that thing where she kissed all over my face for a while. Then she got a little serious and began really kissing me.

The orgasm was incredible.

Continue on to Chapter 3

 

Ann and Una, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 17, 2017 at 8:21 am

By Una

The afterglow of my thrill was still there as I undressed and sponge-washed. Cold water removed tell-tale redness on my cheeks and neck. I slipped on my once beautiful royal blue swimsuit. It was too tight, misshapen. I looked so childish in the mirror. I coveted my sister Ann’s shape. I longed to have her faultless figure, her long legs and quiet confidence about her body.

Thoughts of Ann’s shape inspired a new wave of desire. A mind picture of what I’d seen earlier appeared — Ann, stepping into her swimsuit, straightening slowly to display a dark triangle as she wriggled and tugged the stretch material to her knees.

Did I imagine it, or did she pause in that instant before it moved up her thighs to cover her secret parts? Of course I did. Sometimes my mind runs away — but why, then, did she turn to face me? Why did she flash that special smile as she gripped the swimsuit — her naked form held motionless for that few seconds? Was she flaunting her developed femininity to her skinny sister — or was she flirting?

Of course not! Ann wasn’t like me, wasn’t tortured by temptations of the flesh. Didn’t have silly, silent arguments with herself.

I thought of old Sister Agnes, the Deputy Head nun. She was the perfect counterweight to Ann. It was hard to tell what age she was. She had a moustache and was at least forty. I imagined Sister Agnes, naked, climbing into bed beside me, kissing me with her foul breath. Oh my God! The horror drove all impure thoughts about Ann from my mind.

I felt better. The temptation to give into impure thoughts had gone. My mind turned to a pleasant day on the sunny beach.

I checked my face again for revealing signs of redness. Mother had an unerring way of knowing when I had been bold. I looked fine. I greeted her briefly as I raced through the kitchen. The smouldering lust for Ann had gone. All I wanted now was some cool respite from the summer heat in the rock pool.

She was with another girl when I got there. Mary and I were introduced. The three of us frolicked, splashing and chatting before hunting for sea life at the far end of the rock pool. The tide was coming in. We had to move. Mary checked with her mother, relaxing in the sun some distance up the strand.

We found a suitable spot in the dunes and sprawled on the hot sand, discussing schools, clothes, hairstyles, music and the Beatles. Mary’s mother came up to meet us. Introductions, more chat, then finally, Mary and her mum were heading off to their holiday home a mile along the beach.

Ann and I lay back, lost in our own thoughts. Gentle Irish Sea waves hissed rhythmically on the beach. The rest of the world didn’t seem to exist.

I studied the fine blonde hairs on Ann’s shins. Strange, I hadn’t noticed them before. They were so sparse and white that without wet sand clinging to them they would be invisible. I didn’t mention them. She was easily offended.

I thought of body hair — of the darker hair I’d seen earlier, when Ann pulled on her swimsuit. But I thought of it merely with curiosity. It was as though she was a different creature now: my big sister, my companion for as long as I could remember, how could I ever have thought of her in such sinful terms? I loved her. But it was nicer to love her like this — more as a sister and friend for life than as an occasion of sin.

We talked. I sat up, arms hugging knees. Ann moved behind me. She brushed sand from my shoulders. Oh God, not again! A reflex on my neck made me shiver as her fingers delicately moved under the hairline. Temptation was back with a vengeance, the solitude, the stillness, heat beating down on my body — all were combining to fill my head with the most exquisite, sinful cravings.

Our eyes met for a moment. I knew from that smouldering look that Ann shared my thoughts. But seconds later she was saying we had to get back. We’d no idea of the time and it was near lunch.

*****

We went in the car with Mum and Dad after lunch. Ann and I sat in the back. Our knees touched as we swerved around corners on the winding road. It was stiflingly hot. I felt baked, like a cake in an oven. I was wearing a thin cotton dress, knickers and sandals. Sister Agnes had told us once that heat and immodest summer clothes invited the Devil to visit. I hadn’t understood. Neither had my friends. Now I knew. The warm sun beaming through the car window and my light clothes had me in a strange, excited mood.

I studied the symmetry of the toes peeping from Ann’s flip-flops. She was, I thought, a perfect creature. I wanted to look like her. I crossed my legs. I tried to think of Sister Agnes. But Ann was too close. I could feel her hip against mine.

I asked if she was hot. She waved a hand like a fan and pulled a face to show she was. She was lightly dressed like me. I had a mind-picture of the meeting point between her legs. Under that thigh-length sun dress was a pair of Aertex briefs. In my imagination the cotton clung to the warm dampness between her crossed legs.

I’d been there when she scrambled into her going-out clothes. She’d turned her back modestly as I entered the bedroom. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Now, in the car, my glance kept returning to her chest, a baby-pink nipple visible under the gossamer-thin white fabric. It seemed terribly daring. Mum would scold if she noticed.

I punished myself for having weird thoughts about my sister. Why do I think so differently from other girls? Why don’t I fantasise the way my friends do — about Elvis, or Mick Jagger?

My mind returned to the scene in the bedroom as we prepared to go out with Mum and Dad. I wandered into the room as Ann changed. She had turned her back. Was she sending a message — saying there could be nothing carnal between us — or did she thoughtlessly screen her naked body from my gaze? Was it an instinctive move that would have been the same if Mother had entered instead of me?

We had been sleeping in separate rooms for so long now that it was rare to see Ann dress or undress — and rarer still to see any part of her body unclothed.

The car bumped on. I looked out the window, bored. I had a flashback to our pre-departure preparations. I saw Ann’s womanly hips and buttocks as she stooped to draw those white Aertex pants up from her ankles. I hated Aertex knickers: they were cheap and uncomfortable. It was a myth of my mother’s that they were cooler in hot weather. But on Ann, they looked divine.

I stared at the passing green fields behind — preferring to think of my mother’s sometimes silly notions of what her girls should wear, inside and out, as a way of halting my sinful thoughts.

We stopped, then swerved onto a side road. Ann swayed towards me. Our knees touched. It felt as though a coiled spring had been released somewhere inside me. I had butterflies, unseen shivers along that sensitive part of my back.

I pushed my knee against hers in return. Oh my God. My mouth went dry as she pushed back, deliberately. I stole a glance at her face. She was staring fixedly out the window, as though nothing had happened.

I pushed my knee on hers again. As we rounded another corner, I drew it high along her leg before our knees parted, dragging the hem of her short sundress up to her groin.

She didn’t respond. I thought about Sister Agnes, wondering why she was always cross. She had puffy hands. I’d felt them once, when she’d grabbed my bare arm to warn me for running on the stairs. Funny, how I’d never forgotten that clammy grip.

Ann was asking if we could stop somewhere. She was dying to pee. Father said we were near the hotel, she could wait till then. Mother said no. “Stop somewhere quiet, Jim, and she can go behind a hedge.”

We both climbed over a five-bar gate into a pasture field. Ann had her dress up and pants down before I’d scrambled to join her. I took up position like a sentry, peering this way and that along the deserted road in case of interruption. Even squatting in an undignified pose, Ann looked strangely attractive.

The sight of her exposed, rounded hip made me think there was something special about the shared intimacy between sisters. We’d bathed together for years as children. I knew her body as well as my own then. But now there were different rules. We had to behave modestly in private moments, according to the nuns, my mother and everyone else in the world. We were forbidden the closeness we had as children.

Relieving our bladders together was something we’d done since we were toddlers. But this seemed different. There was an air of expectation in the air as Ann stood, fumbled her clothes into place and gave me another of her enigmatic smiles. Her glance around emphasised that some bond between us had been renewed that day.

She seemed to be checking that her moment of necessity — this moment of private business for both of us — had not been observed by anyone else. But really, her gestures and shy smiles said this was more. This was a conspiracy between sisters.

I was crouching now, following Ann’s example. She picked some wildflowers from the grassy bank as I stood and fixed my clothes. We turned to go. Suddenly, she swept her dress above her hips as if she was alone, and tugged at her pants, making them more comfortable.

A tidal wave of desire washed over me. In the blink of an eye, I’d seen the outline of her sex. The forbidden cleft, that wonderful secret crevice, that opening to her inner self had been profiled on her damp knickers in the instant before she had pulled them clear. Her dress fell as quickly as it had risen.

Breathlessly, I settled back into the car. Had Ann done that deliberately? Had she contrived that gesture, or was my imagination running going wild again?

I tried to think of Sister Agnes and her horrible features. But the picture wouldn’t appear. All I could see in my mind were disjointed images of Ann, secret images that no one else had ever seen.

That full-fronted nakedness as she put on her swimsuit this morning; the teasing glimpse of her unclothed rear as she dressed for our car journey; the pink shape of a nipple under her white sundress, the tantalising view of those peach segments between her legs after we peed — all were overwhelming me.

I bumped my knee against Ann’s, no longer concerned that, as the younger sister, my role should be passive. My forehead was moist and sticky, but it was as nothing compared with the heat and damp elsewhere. I uncrossed my legs and parted them, placing one foot on the seat ahead — feeling air from the open car window rush to cool my ardour. I nudged Ann again with my knee, frantically this time. I wanted a sign that she shared my feelings.

But she didn’t return the gesture. The bitch. I was in a high state of excitement, and she was playing with me, pretending she hadn’t noticed. All my life she had been doing that — teasing, taking toys from me, excluding me when she had friends with her.

I clenched my teeth and stared out the window. I wanted to do something awful to her. I thought of some mad ideas. I’d steal her boyfriend. I’d seduce him. But she didn’t have a boyfriend, and I couldn’t seduce anyone anyhow. I’d only just learned from Margaret how to French kiss.

I decided that I would have an affair with Sister Agnes. That would really embarrass Ann with her friends. They’d say they saw Agnes holding my hand behind the refectory, kissing. Oh my God. I shuddered at the thought of touching my lips the the nun’s wrinkled, moustached mouth. Besides, Ann and her friends would laugh at me, not at her.

We arrived at the hotel. Ann had to go to the loo again. She invited me. I sulked. When she came back, I went alone. I sat quietly during our meal. Mother wanted to know what was wrong. So did Ann. I stayed silent, merely shrugging.

Back at our holiday home, after a couple of hours sulking and listening to the radio, I went to bed. At least Charlie was nice to me. I climbed into bed naked except for a t-shirt. I hugged Charlie chastely. I was still so angry with Ann that I couldn’t even seek comfort in my ragged panda.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke to hear Ann moving quietly about the darkened room. I could see her silhouette as she undressed. She pulled back the covers and climbed into bed without a nightie. I wondered if she had kept her knickers on, or if she was naked.

Oh God, those old thoughts were back again. I fell asleep, exhausted. It must have been midnight when I heard Ann whisper. She was kneeling beside my bed. She wanted to know if I’d been able to get to sleep.

I wasn’t sure, I said. I knew what was next. She agreed it was cold when I pointed out she had no nightie on. I threw aside the bedclothes and she squeezed in. We cuddled as though this was an every-night occurrence.

Her arms were around my waist, drawing me towards her. I was clinging to her neck. Her bare breasts were pressing my chest through the t-shirt.

She regretted offending me today. I said I was sorry. Over and over I told her how bad I felt about sulking. I punctuated my apologies by squeezing close, pushing my knee into the soft damp softness of her knickers.

We were whispering so low that we had to put lips to each other’s ears. Her tongue touched my earlobe, so softly at first that it seemed an illusion. My shoulders rose in a squirm and uncontrollable desire welled up like a magic spring in a steaming, volcanic valley. Her tongue withdrew, leaving its wetness behind.

I pushed my head against her mouth — and was thrilled as the tip of her tongue flicked across the nub of flesh below my ear. I tightened my arms around her neck. She drew my waist to hers, flattening her tummy against my hip, moving subtly as if we were dancing a slow rumba. Oh my God. If this ends now it will have been the most memorable, the most thrilling night of my life.

But it wasn’t going to end. It seemed like hours since Ann first climbed into bed, but it was probably merely minutes since she had licked my earlobe. We hugged, tighter and tighter, wriggling into various positions for mutual pleasure.

Ann had sucked my lobe into her mouth, tonguing it, spreading tingling rivulets of sinful desire to every part of me. I wanted more. My instinct drove me on. I turned my face towards hers. Our mouths met like two magnets. Her tongue was inside me, penetrating, probing, fencing with mine. All that Margaret had taught me about French kissing was there, and more.

I was lost in a misty world of passion now. I wanted to do everything, to feel everything. We tossed, we turned, we squirmed, we wriggled. Each move seemed to inspire in my sister to some greater passion, as it did me.

She rolled on top. My bare mound was pressing on the peach-shaped prominence inside her knickers. Our pleasure centres rubbed — like Eskimos rubbing noses, I thought.

Ann’s grinding had parted my secret lips, revealing the wetness there, tugging some inner part, sending wave after wave of lust crashing over me. My God, how could anything be so intense? I was intoxicated, uncaring about the time or the place — all I wanted was this joy with Ann to last forever and ever.

My hand was on her breast. I kneaded its balloon-like softness with a feather touch. The nipple was firm, as solidly stiff as the rubber on the end of our school pencils. My curious thumb explored its shape, Ann sighed — then sighed again.

Her palms were pressing on my ears. She was kissing my lips sweetly, pushed my head lower, leaning away, her breasts thrust forward. She whispered. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” then she steered my head lower, until it rested in the folds of her small but beautiful cleavage.

I didn’t answer. I was too far gone. I couldn’t speak. But I knew what she wanted. I turned my mouth, lightly kissing her soft skin. She lifted one breast and guided the nipple to my mouth.

I devoured it like a lost soul finding water in a desert. The surge of heat and pleasure which convulsed me as I sucked part of my sister’s body into mine was indescribable. We were flying in the face of every taboo that had ever existed. But here, in this dark room in an unfamiliar room in the middle of the night, it felt sublime.

Wave after wave of pleasure kept crashing over me. Ann sighed and gasped as we drifted, apart yet together, towards our forbidden gratification.

For a moment, I was forced to pause. I had reached the cliff-edge where I often wandered with Charlie. When his knee was between my thighs, then I whirled into a wonderful parallel world, like Dorothy being whirled away from the Yellow Brick Road, over the rainbow.

The bubbling cauldron down below told me I could fly off the cliff at any minute, falling into a warm sea of satisfaction. But I didn’t want any pleasure of mine to interfere with Ann’s thrilling journey. I pulled my mouth from her breast and moved away, breathing deeply to regain control.

Her head was on my chest at once, lips seeking my nipple. Her mouth had latched onto me with a suddenness that made me jump. Her sucking was intense, manic. Her lips tightened on the tingling nub, drawing it deep. She was love-biting my nipple. Oh God. What more can there be?

I held her head, attempting to control her frantic desire. She licked, she sucked, she coated all of my budding growth in delicious, slippery saliva. My little nipple seemed huge as she flicked it inside her mouth. Oh God. I can’t hold back. Charlie never felt like this.

Ann’s hand was on my mouth, covering it, whispering. Shush, shush. I wasn’t aware that I was making any sound. I had left the world and was spinning in space. I dragged Ann’s head away from my breast and whispered, “I love you. I really love you, for always.”

Her hand was between my legs, like a magic wand about to wave me into an enchanted, fairy world. My thighs opened instinctively. My body was ready, I needed a finale, needed to have my sister’s fingers consummate our love.

She parted my hidden crevice so deftly, so expertly, that I knew she’d done it before. A finger slithered along my wetness. It investigated the bumps and bits which I’d only ever seen in a hand-mirror in the bath.

It drifted upwards, rolling back the squishy flesh covering the tiny, swollen, purple triangle which epitomised my desire. I heaved and wriggled. The sensation of bliss was so intense that it was almost painful.

I gasped loudly, so loud that even I was aware of it. But I didn’t care who heard. No one could ever take the memory of this pleasure away. I was hooked on love, a special love, secret sisterly love.

I snuggled against Ann. Resting my head on her shoulder, I cried. I don’t know why I cried. I’d never been so happy in my life.

Continue on to Chapter 4

 

Webs of Passion, Part Two

  • Posted on September 16, 2017 at 9:11 am

By StarSapphire

Friday nights had been video nights forever. Ronda and Judy would snuggle on the couch and laugh, cry or be terrified together as the videos played on. They both looked forward to the intimacy of these evenings.

Their next Friday evening, Ronda decided to make things extra special. She planned to be a bit more intimate than usual.

That evening, Ronda showered before Judy returned from work with the videos, feeling her heart pounding in anticipation. She chose her clothing with care, deciding on a pair of tight black shorts she knew her mother liked, along with a pink top that hugged her body and showed her young breasts to their best advantage. She brushed her hair carefully and applied a little lipstick and blush, then admired herself in the full-length bedroom mirror. She knew she looked good and nervously hoped that her mother would be impressed.

When Judy arrived home, Ronda was waiting for her in the kitchen. She’d decided to cook them dinner and had made an extra effort to make it both appetizing and romantic. A setting for two was laid out in the dining room, the lights were lowered and candles lit as Judy’s daughter began serving the first course, a tossed salad and homemade vinaigrette dressing.

“Honey, this is so nice!” Judy exclaimed as the salad was placed before her. “What’s the occasion?”

Judy was pleased at the compliment. “No occasion, Mom. I know you work hard all week, and I just wanted to make this Friday a little special for you. I don’t always say how much I love you and tonight,” said Ronda shyly, “I thought I would.”

“That’s so lovely, sweetheart! And I love you too, baby, a whole lot,” Judy gushed, genuinely impressed. “And you look so nice too. This is almost like a date!” Judy giggled, feeling herself flush with unwanted excitement.

“So maybe it is,” Ronda said quickly and kissed her mother on the cheek. “Dinner and a movie. You haven’t been treated in a long time, so relax and enjoy. I made us spaghetti and marinara sauce, garlic bread and I picked up some Asti Spumonti ice cream after school. I know how much you like it,” said Ronda.

Mother and daughter sat together and ate their meal, feeling a special closeness settle in. They talked of their day and how they were doing as they finished the main course. Over dessert they fell into a comfortable silence. Then Judy spoke as they began clearing up.

“I rented a comedy, but the other movie is subtitled. It’s a French film. A drama. I hope you like it,” Judy told Ronda.

“Oh, I’m sure I will. And I can practice my French. Let’s watch it first,” Ronda suggested. Judy agreed and they settled in to watch.

Judy did not tell Ronda that the movie had a heavy `R’ rating, with plenty of nudity and some simulated lesbian sex. She was waiting anxiously to see Ronda’s reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be offended, and that the film might spark some lust — if not conversation — in Ronda.

She needn’t have worried. Some twenty minutes or so into the movie Ronda could see the adult theme of the film developing and was becoming turned on by the lead actress. The story involved a love triangle between a man and two women, but it was the two women who were having the affair. Ronda envied the lead character’s female lover and noted how much like her mother she looked.

As a few risque and sexy scenes played out, Ronda felt strongly aroused and began playing `footsies’ with her mother. Judy responded playfully and wondered what was happening. Is it working? How far do I take things?

Throughout the film Judy and Ronda held hands, something they hadn’t done before. Ronda explained, “This is what you do on a date, right?” and Judy, slightly taken aback, had gone along. For her, the simple act of holding hands had never felt so erotic. She placed their clasped hands on her thigh as they continued to watch the movie. She hoped against hope that things might go farther still, but was afraid to make the first move.

When the movie ended, both Judy and Ronda were in a state of high excitement. Not only had the movie turned them on, but so had the physical contact between them. Feeling the smooth warmth of Judy’s thigh as her hand rested atop it was excruciating for Ronda, as was the implied intimacy of their `date’ to Judy. At this point though, neither wanted the other to know how turned on she was.

“Before we watch the next movie, I need to change out of these clothes, ” said Judy. “I’ve been in them all day. Mind if I take a quick shower, too?” she asked Ronda. She was anxious to separate herself from her daughter for a moment, lest she do something she might regret — and she was getting uncomfortably wet.

“Gonna slip into something more comfortable?” laughed Ronda. “Hey, I like how this date’s going!” she quipped.

“Naughty girl!” Judy shot back Judy a laugh as she headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Ronda waited in agony for her mother’s return. Everything seemed to be going so well, she hoped it would continue.

Judy came back down the stairs a while later looking freshly scrubbed and wearing only a set of pale yellow pajamas. “This being our first date and all, I’m sorry if my PJ’s aren’t sexy, honey, but they are comfortable,” Judy told Ronda with a smile.

Ronda thought Judy’s pajamas looked just fine, noting especially that her mother wasn’t wearing a bra under her top. “You look great, Mom! I want you to be comfortable. Like I said, it’s your night,” Ronda told her sincerely. “Let’s snuggle up and watch the next video,” she urged. Once again, they settled together on the couch as the movie began.

The film turned out to be less than inspired, but that gave Ronda the chance to `chat up’ Judy a bit. During the dull parts, they talked.

“Mom, you are so incredibly beautiful. Does anyone ever tell you that?” Ronda asked her mom, looking into her eyes as they sat together again holding hands on top of Judy’s leg. Judy’s hand was resting on top of Ronda’s. The heat from Judy’s thigh seemed to burn the teen’s hand as she asked the question.

“Gosh, thank you for saying so, honey! That is so sweet, but no,” Judy sighed, “there isn’t anyone saying such nice things to me lately,” she said. “Just you, and I appreciate it. I really do.” She leaned over and kissed Ronda on the cheek.

Ronda felt emboldened by the kiss and reached her hand up to trace the outline of Judy’s jaw. She looked directly into her deep blue eyes and could see there all the gentle love and torrid passion her mother felt — and the fear. Okay, she thought, now is the time.

“Mom, would it be okay if I asked you to kiss me, like we were on a real date?” Ronda spoke, hardly believing herself. A hot flush came to her face.

“Honey,” Judy whispered, “Y-you want me to kiss you?” Her heart was in her throat as she gazed down into Ronda’s earnest, pleading dark eyes and noted the blush on her cheeks.

“Yes, please, Mom,” Ronda murmured. ” It’s a date, so we need to kiss, don’t we?”

“I — I suppose we do,” said Judy. She quickly brought her lips into contact with Ronda’s and pecked them briefly before withdrawing.

“No, I mean a real kiss. I’ve never had one and I –I’d kinda like one. Would you please?” Ronda appealed.

“You mean, you want…” Judy started, then realized exactly where her daughter was going. She could see Ronda’s anxious need reflecting from her big brown eyes and felt a moment of excited panic. Oh my gosh, she wants me too! Judy gasped to herself. She really does!

Judy took a sharp breath as she absorbed this confirmation of her daughter’s feelings. All the terrible confusion and guilt she’d been feeling vanished as her pent-up desire for Ronda broke free at last. Her resistance crumbled. “Honey, oh yes, okay…” was all she said. She briefly looked into Ronda’s warm expectant face, then brought their lips into contact. This time, the touch was electric.

As their lips met, Judy marveled at Ronda’s sweet taste and moved her tongue purposefully inside the girl’s mouth. She heard Ronda groan, then felt her daughter’s tongue dueling with her own as their mouths opened wider.

Breaking away, Judy noted the glazed look in Ronda’s eyes.

“How was that?” asked Judy, a tremor in her voice.

“Oh, Mom, that was so beautiful! I didn’t know it felt like that. Thank you so much!” Ronda declared with enthusiasm. “Can — can we do it some more?” she asked tentatively. “Can we like, make out?” she giggled nervously. “Like a real date?”

Ronda and Judy were both thrilled by the kiss and the `date’ game they were playing. They both wished to avoid any reminders of the forbidden nature of their actions for the time being. They shared a conspiratorial smile.

“Hey, you better watch out,” warned Judy. “What if I want to go all the way?” She began to tickle Ronda on the ribs.

“Not on the first date!” Ronda howled in mock protest, attempting unsuccessfully to block her mother’s hands. “Mom, stop!” she shrieked. “I’ll let you feel me up, though, how about that?” she asked mischievously as her laughter quieted.

“Yeah?” asked Judy. Extending a hand, she placed it on Ronda’s small breast, not quite believing what she was doing. “I bet you’d like that, you little hussy,” she grinned, delighting in the feel of her daughter’s small soft breast beneath her hand.

“Gosh, yes, Mom,” Ronda moaned as she felt her mother’s hand gently kneading her breast, felt her nipple stiffen. “Please kiss me again. It felt so good.”

As Judy and Ronda’s lips met, the intensity of their passion immediately soared. Both were breathing hard as their mouths ground together, tongues lashing back and forth, probing and twining until they both suddenly broke apart.

Judy laughed a little, then softly said, “Wow! Was that ever hot, baby! Are — are you sure you want to go on?”

“Yes, Mom, I want to. I really do,” Ronda told her mother. “And — and Mom? Can I touch you there too?” Ronda glanced down at Judy’s hand on her breast, then up into the woman’s shining blue eyes.

“Yes, baby. Of course you can!” panted Judy. “Touch me honey. Play with my titties. I want you to,” she whispered as she undid two of her pajama buttons. Taking Ronda’s hand, she slipped it inside until the palm was covering her painfully erect nipple. “There, honey. Does that feel nice?” she cooed, not quite believing what was happening.

“Gosh, Mom, that feels so gooood,” Ronda gasped as she took in the weight and fullness of her mother’s breast. She squeezed and toyed with it, making Judy moan with pleasure. “Please, can I see them too? Can I look at your t-titties?” Ronda blushed at using the word her mother had just uttered. It thrilled her to say it, and embarrassed her at the same time.

“Yes, honey. I know you like them. I see you looking sometimes,” Judy smiled, then undid the remaining buttons of her top. Throwing apart the folds she let it drop from her shoulders, leaving her bare from the waist up.

Ronda gave a sharp intake of breath at the sight of her mother’s full womanly breasts, crowned with large pink and brown nipples. They were even better than she’d imagined — standing out from her chest, round and full, with no need of support. The young teen sat for a moment staring in awe at her mother’s nakedness, her own excitement building by the second. “Oh, Mom, they’re so beautiful!” she gasped.

“Your turn,” Judy said as she began undoing the buttons of Ronda’s pink pastel colored blouse. “I want to see you too,” she added as the garment slipped off Ronda’s shoulders to expose her breasts, which were encased in a white A-cup bra. Reaching behind, Ronda quickly undid the fastener and let her bra fall free, baring her nubile young breasts for her mother’s delectation.

Judy inhaled sharply, amazed at how delicate Ronda’s breasts seemed — and how vulnerable she looked seated before her mother, naked from the waist up. She hastened to reassure the girl. “Darling, your titties are perfect!” She managed to whisper, cupping one in each hand. They were like small birds nestled in her palms — fragile, warm and alive.

Bending her head, Judy took one of Ronda’s nipples between her lips, then sucked and caressed it with her mouth and tongue. She moved quickly back and forth between the girl’s breasts, tasting the virgin sweetness of her hard pink nipples, loving every texture and trace of Ronda’s flesh in her mouth and hands.

Ronda was going out of her mind with pleasure. “God, Momma, that feels good! Oh yes, Momma, please…” she cried.

Judy finally raised her head up from Ronda’s breasts. “Honey, I think this date is going into overtime. Let’s go up to my room,” she whispered urgently. Ronda could only nod a dazed reply. They both rose from the couch and, hand in hand, proceeded up the stairs.

When Ronda and Judy entered Judy’s bedroom, it was dark. Judy fumbled a bit with the nightstand lamp before turning it on. A soft warm glow filled the familiar room as they stood facing each other beside the bed. Ronda was just a few inches shorter than her mother. Judy drew the girl close and they embraced, arms around each other’s waists and mouths locked in a lover’s kiss. Their breasts and nipples first touched, then pressed tightly together.

Ronda and Judy’s kiss was long and passionate. Both were fulfilling an urgent fantasy, and the reality of the moment would not let them part for some time. Their mouths were agape and their hands wandered up and down each other’s bodies. Ronda was fondling her mother’s taut buttocks, which caused Judy to moan with delight. Judy was inspired to do the same, squeezing Ronda’s small tight ass cheeks in her strong hands until they both finally broke apart.

“Oh, Mom,” Ronda whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. Can — can I touch you down here, too?” Judy asked Ronda, indicating the area between her legs.

“Yes, Mom, oh yes!” Ronda cried. “You can do whatever you like to me. I want you to!” She watched as Judy knelt before her and undid the top button of her black shorts, then tugged rolled down the zipper. They slipped down to the floor, leaving the teen in a small pair of white cotton panties. Judy quickly stripped them off and paused, staring in awe her daughter.

“Ronda, honey, you’ve got a beautiful pussy!” Judy exclaimed, lightly brushing Ronda’s wisp of dark pubic hair before running a finger gently up the length of her tight slit. She could feel Ronda shudder at the touch and quickly stood to remove her own pajama bottoms. She was naked beneath them, her bare pussy now fully exposed to her daughter’s amazed stare. “I just did it yesterday,” Judy asked her, lightly caressing the smooth mound. “Do you like it?”

“Wow, Mom… that is way cool!” Ronda exclaimed as she drank in the sight of her mother’s shaven vulva.

“Let’s lie down. I want to look at you, sweetheart,” said Judy. She lay Ronda down on her back then gazed longingly at the incredible naked beauty of her twelve-year-old daughter, spread out before her. “Sweetie, you are gorgeous. My goodness, how much you’ve grown!” Judy said as she ran a hand over Ronda’s breasts, then down her flat tummy, finally cupping the girl’s warm, wet sex in her palm.

Judy lay on her side next to Ronda, still gently stroking her wet pussy. “Do you like this, baby? Do you like Momma playing with your pussy?” she whispered in her daughter’s ear.

“God, yes, Mom! That feels so good, I can’t believe it!” Ronda panted. Judy slipped her finger between the teen’s labia and found her tiny clitoris, then began to stroke it in small circles. “Oh, Mom! What are you doing? Oh, oh, oh,” Ronda panted. “Don’t stop, Momma! Please don’t stop!” she cried as her passion built.

“I won’t stop honey, don’t worry,” said Judy, then moved her lips down to capture a nipple. Ronda moaned out her pleasure at this double assault. Judy continued down, kissing her child’s stomach and belly button, then heading lower still.

Ronda lifted her head to watch, then moaned in happy disbelief as her mother’s head moved between her legs.

Judy could not wait to taste young Ronda’s pussy. Her tongue lapped along her small slit, then dipped inside to taste her juices. She felt Ronda squirm at the touch of her tongue against her clitoris. Wanting more, Judy next moved herself even further down between her daughter’s legs and gazed at Ronda’s slippery wet cunt before burying her face in it.

In the meantime. Judy’s thumb found Ronda’s vagina and entered her right up to the hymen, while her finger probed at the girl’s tight little asshole. Ronda’s hips began to buck and pump into Judy’s face as Mom continued licking and fingering her, filling both her holes and sucking her small clit in and out of her mouth.

Ronda had never felt such sensations before. Her body was afire with passion and pleasure so intense she thought she might pass out. Then her orgasm began, the first of her young life. Waves of heat rolled out of her loins in pulsating contractions as her body arched up from the bed.

Judy grabbed Ronda’s hips and hung on as wave after shuddering wave passed through the teen’s body. Finally, her climax slowly subsided.

Ronda lay quivering and sobbing as her mother quickly came up beside her and took the girl in her strong, loving arms. “Oh God, Momma! What was that?” she gasped.

“You came, honey,” Judy said with a laugh. “You just had an orgasm. Haven’t you had one before?”

“Gosh, no!” said Ronda. “I — I think I’d remember if I had!” she laughed, then gazed adoringly at her mother. “Just hold me for a minute, Mom, please?”

Judy cradled her daughter in her arms, delighted that she had given Ronda such pleasure for her first time. She licked her lips, relishing the taste of a young girl’s juices, and relived the joyous sensation of eating her hot young pussy. But Judy herself had yet to come… and her own hunger was building fast.

“Ronda, honey, can you make me come too?” Judy whispered in her daughter’s ear as she rocked the girl in her arms. “Just use your hand for now, okay?”

“Of course I will!” Ronda replied. “Show me what you want me to do, okay?”

“Here, honey,” Judy said taking Ronda’s hand and placing it on her pussy. She pressed Ronda’s fingers into her slit, then guided her to the clitoris. “Right there, baby. That’s my clit. I want you to rub it for me,” she said, moving her daughter’s finger in a slow circle. She took her hand away as Ronda continued on her own. “Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so good!” Judy moaned as Ronda frigged her sensitive nub. “Now I want you to go inside me, honey. Put your fingers in my cunt. Can you feel it?” she asked.

Ronda moved her hand down. “Y-yes, Mom. I found it,” she panted — entranced at the warm gushy feel of Judy’s wet pussy, amazed at how big her mother’s vagina was compared to hers. She easily slipped two fingers inside. “Your c-cunt is so hot and wet, Mom!” Judy exclaimed.

“Okay, now fuck me baby. Fuck me with your hand,” Judy directed, surprising herself at how easily those words came to her. “Hard and fast, baby! That’s it!”

Ronda moved her fingers rapidly in and out of her mother, entranced at the sight, sounds and smells of their blatant sexual activity. She inserted a third finger, then Judy asked, “Oh, baby girl — can you put your whole hand inside?”

Ronda was shocked at the request, but immediately began to comply. Slowly her thumb and little finger joined the rest inside Judy’s tight cunt. Ronda looked down and saw only her thin wrist, her hand entirely engulfed inside her mother’s writhing body.

Judy’s cunt felt extraordinarily tight to Ronda — in fact, she winced a little as her mother contracted her uterine muscles around her hand.

“Fuck me, baby!” Judy cried. “Fuck me with your hand. Oh, God, fuck my cunt, baby! Harder now! Move it around inside,” she instructed. Then, “Yesss! Oh, yessss!

Judy screamed as Ronda began pumping and rotating her hand around inside her mother’s distended pussy. The other hand was groping Judy’s breasts, plucking at her rock-hard nipples.

Judy could not hold back. A huge orgasm hit her squarely in the groin and radiated out through her whole body. She cried and moaned out loud. “I’m coming baby, oh, I’m COMING!” Then she screamed, startling Ronda with its power, and the awesome of her cunt as it clenched Ronda’s hand. Three jets of clear fluid shot from Judy’s urethra as she ejaculated onto her daughter’s chest.

As Judy slowly calmed down and allowed herself to relax, Ronda slipped her hand free of her mother’s vagina and curled up next to her. “Mom, you are so hot!” she told her.

“Ronda, honey, that was so good,” Judy said. “Was it okay for you? Are you all right? You don’t feel bad about this, do you? I mean, well, I’m your mom and — and…” her voice faltered.

“It was the best, Mom,” Ronda enthused, trying to reassure her mother. “I’ve never come before — and, and watching you just blew my mind! I really like it when you talk that way too, you know…” she hesitated. “Like the f-word and all that!” Ronda giggled. “I love what we’re doing. I — I’ve wanted to for a long time. I love all of it. And I love you, Mom, so much!” She hugged Judy hard.

Ronda gathered her daughter up in her arms and gave her a big wet kiss. “Oh baby, we are going to have some fun times!” she assured her. “I’m glad you liked what we did. So everything is really all right, honey?” she asked again, her voice still tinged with a touch of worry.

“No, Mom, everything’s not all right,” Ronda said with a little smile. “‘Cause I’m still, well, really horny.”

Judy laughed in relief, then had a wicked little idea. “Have you ever masturbated, honey?”

“N- no, not really,” Ronda said. “I’m not sure how. Is it like when we were touching each other?”

Judy assured her it was and then lay back to demonstrate. Spreading her labia with one hand, she exposed her clitoris for Ronda’s inspection. “This is the clitoris, this little thing here. When you touch it, you get all those great feelings. Go ahead. Try it for yourself,” Judy urged as she began to play with herself, rubbing her distended clit in small circles with her index finger.

Next to her, Ronda did the same — and once again felt that lightning bolt of pleasure shoot through her. As her fingers worked away at herself she stared fixedly at her mother’s hand, busy between her own legs. “That’s so sexy, Mom!” Ronda panted as she felt the start of another climax coming on. “I love watching you play with yourself!”

“Me too, honey,” Judy panted as she watched Ronda masturbating beside her. “God, I’m going to come soon, watching you play with your little cunt, baby. Yes, finger your clit baby. Let me watch you make yourself come!” Judy shuddered as her orgasm rapidly approached, then overwhelmed her. “OH! Ronda, honey, I love you so much!” she cried out in her ecstasy. Another series of pleasure shocks traveled up and down the length of her body, far more intensely than when she usually masturbated.

Beside her, Ronda came once more a few moments later. A gush of juices washed her small hand as it continued to work away at herself. So that’s masturbation, she thought gleefully. And doing it with Mom is just so hot! Giving herself up to the pleasure of it, she fell back on Judy’s bed and let the feelings wash through her.

Finally opening her eyes, Ronda saw her mother beside her. She was smiling.

“Honey you look so wonderful when you come,” said Judy as she watched her daughter’s climax wind down, the girl’s hand going still between her legs. She took Ronda in her arms. They held each other close and gently rocked themselves into a quiet slumber.

Awakening a few minutes later, Judy knew she had something important to say to her child. “Ronda, honey,” she said gazing fondly into her eyes. “Wake up, baby,” she insisted quietly.

When Judy’s eyes were open and staring into her own, she finally said, “I’m never going to leave you, Ronda. I’ll always be here. I won’t hurt you, not ever. I — I need to tell you that.”

“I know that, Mom,” Ronda replied. “Why are you saying that to me?”

“Because, honey, many years ago…” Judy began, as she looked into her daughter’s exotic dark eyes.

The End

 

Two Moms, Chapter 13

  • Posted on September 15, 2017 at 6:01 am

By Naughty Mommy

Candles! Oh my god, so many candles!

We’d had a couple of nice candles on the dinner table, but nothing like this — there must have been hundreds in Jessica’s bedroom! That was obviously why she’d wanted to walk around outside for a while after we finished eating, to give Freja and Margaret enough time to get them all going. It had to have taken both of them to light so many candles.

This was such a beautiful sight, so romantic, it made me want to cry and it took my breath away, all at once. Plus, there was another incredible thing. On the opposite wall across the room, just past the bed, was a big colorful printed banner that read: Lia – I love you forever!

I turned around toward Jess, a hand over my mouth. My eyes were blurry with tears. I tried to speak, but couldn’t get any words to come, so I just smiled and shook my head in amazement, then held my arms out to her.

 

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The better Nora got to know Karen, the more strongly she felt she drawn to her, as to a powerful magnet. It seemed there was a genuine connection between them, a growing bond. Yes, it was only the beginning, and things could change, but Nora was becoming convinced this was real, that they were in the process of forming an intimate romantic relationship, and that those special feelings went both ways.

They’d dined slowly, ordering several courses over a couple of hours and sharing their selections back and forth, doing as much talking as eating while drinking iced chai tea with coconut milk. The restaurant did not have a liquor license… and yet, although she’d had only that single glass of sherry, much earlier, Nora felt intoxicated. It wasn’t alcohol that was doing it, but the company she was in.

Karen laughed at her jokes, listened closely to her stories, empathized with the challenges of being a single mom. Their backgrounds were quite different — Nora having to work her way up from a lower class start with severely dysfunctional parents, while Karen was raised in relative privilege — yet somehow the two women had arrived at nearly the same place in life, with strikingly similar attitudes and beliefs.

“Can I tell you something?” said Karen at one point.

“Sure, of course, anything,” Nora replied.

“Well, it’s just that… I’ve always sort of scoffed at the idea of soulmates. I guess after my experience with my dick of a husband, and never really having a good relationship with anyone, more than just friends, I mean… I, um…”

Karen paused, glancing down at her hands for a moment, before raising her chin and looking into Nora’s eyes again. “I, I just didn’t believe that it was possible to, uh, for me, to, you know, to actually fall in love.”

Nora suddenly choked up, her eyes filling with tears. That was exactly the way she felt, as if this beautiful woman had somehow put voice to her own deepest feelings. Too overcome to say anything, she pursed her lips, holding back a sob of joy, and reached out to take Karen’s hand, squeezing hard.

 

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Jess and I shared a long teary hug, and then we went into her bedroom, closing the door behind us. I just could not believe what I was looking at. I had never seen so many candles going all at once. It was like something from a movie, not real life. But this was real!

“Oh, Jess, it’s just… just so…” I squeezed her hand, unable to find the right words to express how happy I was at what she’d done.

“It’s ‘cuz I love you, Lia. I really really love you.”

“Ohhh…!”

Fighting back a sob, I flung my arms around her again, hugging my girlfriend as tightly as I could, wanting to mold us into one, to push myself inside her body and join with her. And as soon as I had that thought — about pushing myself inside her — another strong feeling arose. There was a wild combination of things swirling around in me, love and romance and gratitude, and also, you know, sex!

I hugged Jessica even harder, thrusting my crotch into hers. This threw her momentarily off balance and she stumbled back a step against the closed door. I followed her, still hugging, still thrusting, and then my lips found her mouth.

We kissed frantically. It was pretty sloppy, in fact, two girls so in love and so full of lust that we were all over the place, breathing hard, panting, moaning, our hands grasping and groping, bodies eagerly humping, lips and tongues making a big wet mess of each other’s faces.

After a while, it seemed sort of silly and made us both laugh. We wiped our mouths and grinned at one another.

“You wanna get in bed?” she said.

“Um, yeah. I want to get naked with you, and, um, and do everything.”

“Me too,” Jess giggled.

 

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After some time, Karen and Nora looked around the little restaurant and found they were the only remaining customers. Everyone else had long since finished their meals and departed. The women had been so caught up in their conversation, so enraptured with the sense of a growing intimate relationship, that their surroundings had simply seemed to fade away.

Now, however, they noticed the rather impatient looks they were getting from the waitress and the cashier, and both realized that they’d been asked several times if they wanted anything else.

“Oops, I guess we’d better go,” said Karen, somewhat sheepishly. “Let these people close up.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right.”

Nora reached for the check, but Karen already had grabbed it. “No chance, lady,” she grinned. “It’s on me. You’re my date, and you’re mine for the evening.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” said Nora.

 

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We quickly took off all our clothes, went in the bathroom and peed and brushed our teeth, then got in bed together. Although there were no lights on, all the candles were still burning except for a few that had gone out, so it was pretty bright.

I was glad, because I really wanted to take a good look at Jessica that night. In fact, when we got in bed, I deliberately pushed the sheets down. It was warm in the room, anyway, so we really didn’t need the covers. But mostly it was because I wanted to see her.

Jess was lying on her back in the center of the bed. She looked up at me, grinning. “What? What is it?” she asked.

I was close beside her, on my knees, hands resting on my thighs. I didn’t say anything at first, just smiled and slowly shook my head as I let my eyes run up and down her sweet body.

She was so unbelievably sexy, small and cute like a little girl, but with those beautiful boobies. I’d seen them before, of course, and touched them a couple of times, but now I could do more than that, anything I felt like doing. We had decided to go all the way, so if I wanted to I could kiss and lick her boobs, even suck her nipples.

That thought sent a shiver through me. “Wow,” I breathed.

“What?!” asked Jess again.

“You’re so… you’re so pretty,” I told her.

She gave a big smile. “Thanks. I think you’re pretty too. But come here and kiss me.” She held out her arms.

 

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Hand in hand, Nora and Karen walked back to the car, which was parked near the art gallery. The October night was pleasantly warm and felt wonderful, no need even for a sweater.

They got inside and shut the doors, then Nora asked, “Where to?”

“Wait and see,” Karen winked.

“Uh, okay.”

Karen started up the Audi, and after turning on a Miles Davis CD, drove away. The two women rode quietly for a while, just holding hands, listening to the sensuous romantic music and relaxing in their comfortable closeness.

Nora had thought they might be going back to Karen’s house, or perhaps her own house, or maybe to a bar or a nightclub, but it turned out to be none of those. Instead they left the city altogether, following a road that wound into the surrounding forested hills, gradually climbing higher and higher.

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It was different being on top.

Usually when Jess and I made out, she was the more aggressive one, sort of taking charge, and I would end up underneath her. I didn’t mind that at all, in fact I loved it, but tonight for some reason I wanted to change things around.

We kissed for a really long time, naked in her bed with me lying on top of her, and whenever she tried to switch positions, to turn me over, I wouldn’t let her.

“Not yet,” I said at one point, shaking my head. “I wanna be able to look at you and do whatever I feel like.”

“Look at me? What do you mean? You’re seen me lots of times.”

“I know, but this, um… tonight is really special.”

I pushed myself up again, onto my knees, as I wiped my lips. “I mean, see, Jess, you’re just so beautiful. It’s like, I feel so lucky, because of all the kids at school, I have by far the prettiest girlfriend.”

“No, you don’t, silly,” she giggled. “Cuz I do.”

“Aww,” I fell on top of her once more, shoving my tongue into her mouth.

 

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Soon Karen turned onto a secondary road, one that seemed barely used, with broken, uneven paving. They bumped along through the woods and brush for a short time before arriving at a fence and a closed metal gate. Still not explaining her intentions, Karen put the car in park, got out and walked quickly to the gate. She used a key to open the padlock, then swung the gate aside and returned to the car.

Shutting her door, she smiled at Nora. “My family owns this property. It’s not really developed at all, but it is good for some things.”

Once inside the gate, they drove on a little farther. Nora noticed that the road was smoother here. Even though it was paved with gravel, not asphalt, it seemed to be well maintained.

They came to an opening, a clearing in the woods that permitted an expansive view of the valley and the city below. Karen pulled up near the edge of the road, facing the view, and turned off the engine. She pressed a button to lower the windows.

It was very quiet. The music was off, and now the only sounds they could hear were a few crickets chirping or an occasional light breeze that rustled the leaves in the trees.

“Wow,” said Nora, “this is beautiful.”

Karen nodded. “Yeah, I really love this spot. I don’t come here as much now, but back in high school, well, it got plenty of use then.”

That made Nora chuckle. “So you’d drive up here and park, and… what? Make out?”

“Sure, make out — and a lot more too.”

“With boys? Or girls? Or… both?”

“Both,” Karen shrugged. “I was a cheerleader, and I guess most of the boys wanted me. I had fun with several of them, but also with a few of the more adventurous cheerleaders. Me and the girls would have some pretty wild times up here after games, drinking, smoking pot, having sex. It was nice.”

“Sounds like it.”

Karen turned and looked at Nora. She grinned and wagged her eyebrows. “I’ll bet you were popular in high school too, probably made out all the time.”

Nora grimaced, shaking her head. “Actually, no, I really wasn’t. I was pretty shy back then, and I had a reputation as a bookworm, which I suppose I deserved. Plus I wore eyeglasses, and —”

“You had glasses then? Do you wear contacts now?”

“No, uh, I didn’t get contacts until my senior year in high school. Then a few years ago I had laser eye surgery and now, thank goodness, my vision is just about perfect.”

“Uh-huh,” Karen leered, “your vision, and your figure, and your personality, everything is just about perfect.”

Nora grinned, “Aw, I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”

“No, I don’t. Well, I might say it to all the girls, but not to all the women. I’m pretty choosy when it comes to having a real relationship, something beyond just fucking and having fun, I mean.”

Nora didn’t offer any reply, just sat quietly. She appreciated the compliment, but she was wondering about the other part of that statement, the reference to girls as opposed to women.

Did that really mean what she thought it meant? Although they’d covered many different topics during their conversations at the gallery and over dinner, they had yet to discuss what Nora thought of as the big subject, Numero Uno. She was dying to really open up to Karen, tell her absolutely everything, let her know about her obsessions with pornography and especially with underage girls. Did Karen have the same desires, share those same fantasies? There seemed to be plenty of hints that perhaps she did, but Nora still wasn’t certain. How and when should she bring that up?

Her silent reverie was interrupted by Karen asking, “Do you want to get out, walk around for a few minutes?”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

They left the car and slowly strolled along the open part of the road, enjoying the woodland scenery, the stars above, the beautiful view of the city below.

After a minute or so, they drew to a stop. Karen turned toward the other woman, looking up at her. Nora was nearly half a foot taller. To kiss her, Karen would need to get up on tiptoes. She fully intended to do that, but first she wanted to say something.

“This is, um, I mean, what I feel for you,” she began, “it’s, you know, it’s not just a sexual attraction. It’s more than that. Of course I do want you sexually, very much.”

“Good,” Nora chuckled, “because I want you too.”

Reaching up, Karen placed a hand on Nora’s cheek. “But I… I really hope that we, that you and I, that we can have something together. Something long-lasting and very special.”

Nora’s stomach fluttered. “So do I.”

Karen stood on tiptoes. They kissed.

 

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We kissed for such a long time. I’d kind of expected, since me and Jess were planning to go all the way that night, that we’d begin doing other stuff sooner, but we didn’t. We just kept kissing.

I was still on top of her, holding her close. Jessica’s arms and her legs were wrapped around me, our bodies pressed together. We were, of course, doing a little bit more than simply kissing — I mean, we were sort of humping each other too, and moaning, and sometimes talking, saying sweet things, but mostly it was a lot of mouth and tongue action.

Eventually, though, we both seemed to want more. After maybe a half hour of making out, I noticed that our humping was starting to become more urgent. It was like our bodies were reminding us this wasn’t enough. We kept pushing our mounds together, grinding on each other. I didn’t know if I could come that way, or if she could, but it really didn’t matter. She and I were lovers now, and we could do whatever we wanted with one another. However we felt like coming, we could do that.

This was incredibly exciting for me to think about, to realize that there were no limits. If I wanted suck her nipples, or put my finger inside her pussy, or even lick her pussy, I could do that. I could do anything!

And, you know, it’s kind of funny how my mind works, I mean, the way it never seems to stop working no matter what else I’m doing. I have this one little part of me that’s always looking on, observing and commenting. Weird, huh?

But anyway, back to me and Jess.

While we were kissing and humping and grinding in her bed, and as my pussy was feeling wetter and wetter, throbbing and tingling, telling me how much I really needed an orgasm, and as I reminded myself there were no limits at this point, I took the next step. Shifting slightly to the side, I slid my hand down between her legs.

 

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Their first kiss was very soft, almost tentative.

Karen and Nora had kissed a few times before, but much more casually, just in greeting. This was the first kiss that truly meant something between them, that occurred after they had begun to express their deeper feelings for one another. This kiss signaled a commitment.

The first one was soft and tender. The second was not.

The women flung their arms around each other, pressing their bodies together, mouths coming open, tongues exploring. Standing on the side of the gravel road in the night air, they kissed deeply and wetly.

 

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Oh my god, wow!

My pussy will get pretty wet when I’m excited, especially when I come, but when I reached my hand down between Jessica’s legs, I could not believe what I felt there. Her pussy lips were totally covered in goo, all slippery and creamy. And then suddenly I realized something — some of that wet stuff I felt on my own mound was not just me. When I was humping her before, pussy to pussy as we kissed, a lot of her had rubbed off on me. My girlfriend and I were sharing pussy juice. It was so awesome!

I brought my hand up to my face to look at it. Even in the flickering candlelight, it was easy to see all that gooey white cream on my fingers. I sniffed it, then licked it. “Mmm, nice.”

Jessica giggled, smiling sheepishly. I took another lick, then lowered my hand to her mouth. She sucked on my fingers, tasting herself.

 

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Nora had not done anything like this in, well, basically, ever. She’d never done anything quite like this, standing on a hillside late at night, kissing a beautiful woman under the stars. It was the sort of fictional thing you might read about in a steamy romance novel, but this was really happening. There was no question about that.

She could feel Karen’s tongue in her mouth, feel those strong hands stroking her back. She could smell the woman’s perfume, along with a hint of her sweat, and she could certainly hear Karen moaning and groaning as their tongues played and their hands caressed.

Finally the long kiss came to an end. Karen drew away just slightly, grinning, panting, licking her lips. Both hands, however, were on Nora’s ass, keeping their mounds pulled tightly together.

“I think, uh, we should go back to the car now,” Karen suggested. “We can maybe get in the back seat, and, you know, do more there.”

Nora was happy to agree. “All right, I like that idea.”

 

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After Jess had finished sucking her juices from my fingers, I put my hand back between her legs. I rubbed up and down, feeling her puffy pussy lips covered with goo. Then I pushed my fingers in further, between her lips.

She groaned. I brought my mouth to hers, kissing her again. As we kissed, I slid my hand down a little more, searching for her opening. I knew where mine was, naturally, because I fucked myself every night with my fingers, but I had never done it with her. When we’d masturbated each other that first time a week earlier, it was just playing with clits. This was different. I totally wanted to fuck her.

I found what I was looking for, that soft squishy part where I could push my fingertip inside. Jessica groaned again, even louder, and arched her back, pressing her crotch into my hand.

Although I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, since I had never had sex with anyone before, boy or girl, I did have plenty of experience with my own body, pleasing myself, and so I just tried to do with her what I knew would feel good to me.

She seemed to like it well enough. I kissed her mouth and rubbed her pussy, pushing my finger inside, fucking her, then pulling out for a quick second to tickle her clit with my wet fingertip… going back and forth, repeating this same thing over and over.

Pretty soon Jess started panting, kind of huffing and puffing. We weren’t kissing any more then, and I leaned back a little so I could look at her but kept doing what I was doing with my hand between her legs. In fact, I pushed my finger in deeper when I fucked her, and rubbed her clit faster when I did that.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her face was all scrunched up, turning red. It looked like she was holding her breath. Then, as I watched, she gasped a couple of times, her body jerked, and suddenly she let out a long, high squeal, almost a scream.

She was coming! Oh my god, it was so great — I made my girlfriend come!!

 

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As they walked arm in arm back up the gravel road toward the car (taking their time because both were in three-inch heels), Nora mused, “I wonder, hmm… what our girls are doing now. I hope they’re having fun tonight.”

“Well,” Karen chuckled, “my guess is, those two probably are doing all the things I want to do with you.”

“Wow. You really think so?”

“Uh-huh, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Nora considered this for a moment, picturing the scene in her mind, then said, “It’s, uh, that’s… pretty hot to think about.”

Karen squeezed her hand. “Yeah, it sure is.”

Continue on to Chapter 14

 

Explanations for a Little Girl, Part One

  • Posted on September 14, 2017 at 7:14 am

By Vickylez

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2010 }

Jessica felt like Little Red Riding Hood. Here she was on her way to her grandmother’s on a sunny morning, a small basket on her arm filled with fresh flowers, preserves, and other stuff her mother sent. The 10-year-old girl smiled to herself, as she just hoped no Big Bad Wolf would be there to greet her.

It was only four blocks to the pretty house, its front garden lush with flower beds, greenery, and this funny fountain with the naked little stone lady perpetually bathing herself. She knocked at the door, thirsting already for the nice fruit juice Granny always had for her.

The door opened — and there was Aunt Doris, her mom’s older sister!

“Ooh, Jessica, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in, little girl! My, do you look lovely in that dress… well, you always look lovely!”

Her aunt hugged and kissed her, chatting animatedly as she took her to the wide kitchen for refreshments. The little girl sat on a stool, the short skirt of her summery white dress uncovering her soft thighs, as the woman got cookies and strawberry juice for her.

Jessica was elated at finding Aunt Doris there, she didn’t expect that wonderful chance! She adored her aunt, such a warm, merry woman, it always made her so happy just being with her. And Auntie was so beautiful! Her mom was very pretty, but Aunt Doris was… what was that word her friend had used? Gorgeous!

“You look gorgeous, Aunt Doris,” Jessica said. She meant it.

“What?… Oh, thanks, dear, you are very sweet. Here, a big glass of juice for you. Granny went to see her doctor today, and she won’t be home soon. I know she’ll be sad at not seeing you, she so looks forward to your visits.”

“Oh, well, I can come again tomorrow, I guess.”

“Good, she will be very happy!”

As they munched and chatted, the little girl gazed at her beautiful aunt, it gave her such pleasure to look at her. It was funny meeting her just then, when she had so many things to tell her… if she only got the nerve. The child didn’t yet have the words, or the understanding, to describe what happened to her when she was with her Aunt Doris. She simply had these warm and puzzling feelings.

But the woman… she did understand very well her own feelings, and kept them carefully in check. It wasn’t easy now to tear her gaze from those lovely uncovered thighs, parted just enough so she fancied with just a small effort she would be able to see the precious little girl’s panties. Breathing deep, she forced herself not to make that effort. It was getting worse each time she saw her!

Aunt Doris was taller than Jessica’s mother, and her shapely body was a delight to behold. The little girl didn’t know the word ‘voluptuous’ either, or she would have thought of her aunt’s body that way. It certainly was that: full of enticing curves, with a high round bosom that pushed proudly at her dress, perfect creamy skin, such a beautiful face… all of her was a most delightful sight, the kind of woman that makes you go out of your way to look at her again. And her cute niece was very aware of that.

“Auntie, you know my friend Molly? Remember her, with the red hair? Well, Molly asked me the other day if you have a boyfriend. You always seem to be by yourself. Do you have one?”

The woman stared at her, taken aback, and didn’t answer for a while.

“And… why would she ask that, dear?”

“Well, I dunno. But she says you are the most pretty woman she ever saw, and why aren’t you married, or whatever. I think so too. ‘Bout you being the most pretty woman, I mean.”

“Oh, dear… thank you.” She leaned to peck at the little girl’s cheek. “But your friend, and you too, should know not to ask such personal things of people, my love.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Jessica, crestfallen and looking down.

Her aunt instantly took her little chin to raise her head, smiling. “Hey, baby! I wasn’t chiding you, don’t take it like that! So I’ll tell you: No, I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t need that, love, I am very happy just like this.”

Because I have my girlfriends to keep me so’, she thought, but didn’t say.

“Oh,” said the little girl, and her steady gaze on her aunt’s beautiful face somehow seemed to go deeper, seeking further answers there. Or so fancied the woman for a moment. To cover her sudden uneasiness, she played with her niece’s lustrous, long auburn hair.

“You get prettier every day. Your hair is wonderful! You looked so lovely the other day with your braids, want me to do them for you now?”

“Yes, please, Aunt Doris! I like braids, but it’s such a chore to do them, you know?”

The woman, behind the little girl, was caressing her glossy hair, combing it with her fingers as she softly inhaled her niece’s warm, sweet scent. She trembled slightly. Careful, now…

“With a little practice it’s no chore at all, and it’s fun doing your hair to look good, baby,” she said.

As her deft fingers worked, she gazed fondly at the lovely curve of the child’s cheek, her soft neck, and then, irresistibly, at the adorable exposed thighs. They were quite far open, If I was in front of her, I could easily see her panties!

Doris felt the fluttering and wetness inside her own undergarments. The stirrings had begun the moment she saw her niece at the door, the familiar signs of an impending strong arousal. And now she was positively gushing, she knew she would have to relieve herself soon… She gazed down at her own chest, covered by a light dress that showed a lot of cleavage. Oh God, my hard nipples are poking out so, I hope she doesn’t notice!

She felt the little girl making the tiniest sigh, and with a surprised jolt realized she had been softly caressing her delicious neck. Doris took away her fingers, feeling the silky hotness lingering on them.

“There… Oh, how pretty you look with those braids! Want to look at yourself?”

The girl jumped up and took her aunt’s hand. They went to the spare bedroom, which doubled as dressing room and had a big mirror. Standing behind her, the woman smiled as the ravishing girl admired herself, handling her cute braids this way and that.

“Thank you, Auntie! My hair looks…”

Gorgeous! All of you looks gorgeous, sweetie!”

Jessica laughed shyly, looking at her aunt in the mirror. She hardly reached to the height of the woman’s chest. Her gaze traveled along the beautiful woman’s shape. Her aunt wore a light and body-hugging pink dress that looked as if a wisp of wind could take it off her. The hem of the flared skirt was well above her knees, showing her long bare legs in all their glory.

The little girl’s intense look took her time all over her aunt’s body, arrived at her high bosom, and lingered there. The woman stood still, gazing back at her niece’s tender figure with her pretty white, short-skirted summer dress, her chest with the merest hint of swelling, slender but shapely legs, golden sandals on her dainty feet. Jessica’s bright eyes were motionless on her aunt’s breasts, staring with fascination at the plainly noticeable, big and unmistakable tips that shamelessly pushed out through the light cloth. She unconsciously licked her rosy lips.

The woman noticed this, realized where the little girl’s eyes were so intently locked, and gasped. Blushing, more with desire than shame, she took a step away from the mirror.

“Okay, dear… uh, let’s get back to those cookies,” she said, a bit unsteadily. The little girl wondered at her aunt’s obvious flustering, and followed her.

She perched back on her stool and pensively looked at her aunt’s beautiful face as she munched on a chocolate cookie. Would she dare? Yes she would, she had to tell her, she had to! She breathed deeply.

“Auntie…” she began, bashfully, “there’s something I want to ask you. But maybe you won’t…” She interrupted herself, looking down.

The woman smiled warmly at her, curious and a bit concerned. “Dear, there’s nothing at all you can’t ask me, or tell me! What it is, love?”

“Well…” Jessica fidgeted with her braids. “Well…” She raised her lovely eyes to her aunt’s, pleadingly.

“Well…?” smiled the woman, taking and caressing the girl’s hands.

Jessica took a breath, then plunged ahead. “Why is it when I am with you I feel, I feel… so good all over? I mean, I don’t ever feel like this with anyone else. What is that feeling?”

The woman felt faint for a second. She gulped, her mind blankly searching for words.

“I mean, I’m so happy when I’m with you. I… I want to be with you all the time!” The little girl lowered her crimson face, nervously pulling on her braids.

Doris gulped again, groping for words. She choose the safe path. “Oh, dear… you are so sweet. I also like to be with you and…”

“No, no, it’s not that!” exclaimed Jessica almost angrily, raising her bright eyes to her aunt’s face. “It’s not just liking to be with you, I… I love being with you!”

The woman was in a daze. The way the girl had said that, it came out exactly as ‘I love you’.

“Jessica…”

“I told Mom yesterday. I told her how I felt. I asked her about this, and… and other things.”

“Did you?” said the woman faintly, looking down at her forearms. Her niece had taken her hands away from hers and was now softly caressing from her elbows down, as if her little hands had a mind of their own. “And, what did she say?”

“She said I should tell you about this, and she said that you would understand. I was gonna go over to your house tomorrow to tell you, I didn’t expect to meet you here at Granny’s today!” giggled her niece.

The woman was startled at the idea of Jessica arriving unexpectedly at her apartment and the door being opened by Gretl, currently living there, her Scandinavian goddess body naked or just in tiny panties, as she so often was,.

The little girl’s caressing hands suddenly seemed to burn the bare skin of her forearms, so Doris took them away and carried them to her mouth, to kiss her fingers. “She really told you that? That I would understand, she said?”

“Yes. And she said you would explain all this to me. The way you explained to her, when she was littler ‘n me.”

OH, GOD! She remembered! Her kid sister remembered! After all this time, all these years, she had been sure those memories were deeply buried and rejected by her. Memories that to herself were so sharp and sweet: her beautiful little sister, her first lover, her first girl… together for so many years, until she herself was 15 and when her sister, at 13 years old, had turned to boys for good.

Nothing more was said about it ever again, as if it had never happened… not even after her sister had divorced, and was alone again.

But now — now she wanted her to ‘explain’ things to her 10-year-old daughter?!

She placed her trembling hands softly on her niece’s soft bare thighs, hearing her sweet little gasp… and her own. She didn’t remember having knelt before her, but there she was. Her face was almost level with the girl’s adorable face. They looked closely into one another’s eyes, the child waiting, the woman trying to decide what this all meant, what to do. She sighed, then whispered very close to her niece’s lips.

“Lovely Jessica… what you are feeling is love. I love you too, you don’t know how much I love you. Did your mother explain, um… well, what else did she tell you?”

“She told me that you and her loved each other very much, a lot, when you were little. Special love, she said.”

“What is ‘special love’, darling?”

“Special. Not just like sisters, she said. She said maybe I wouldn’t understand yet. But I do! Really, I do! ‘Special’ is how I feel for you, not just as my aunt, but way more, it’s, it’s…”

In astonished delight the woman felt the girl’s warm, wet mouth suddenly plunging tightly on her lips, her slender arms hugging her with force and her little body pressing against her breasts. She moaned, embracing her back. It wasn’t a long kiss, the girl didn’t know how, and she hardly opened her lips… yet it was the most exquisite kiss the woman had received in a very long time. They looked at each other, panting.

“Jessica… my love… that was wonderful!” she breathed.

The little girl giggled, “Mom said I should do it first, ‘cuz you’d never kiss me otherwise!”

“God! Your mom did tell you a lot! What else?”

“She said you shouldn’t worry, that you should explain everything to me. And… umm, that she knows you won’t ever do me any harm.” She frowned in further thought. “Oh, yeah! And she wants you to call her later, to tell her what happened.”

The woman shook her head, unbelievingly. Suddenly she was very, very conscious of still having the little girl in her arms, her hot tender body snuggled tightly against hers, her pretty mouth one inch from her own. This time she was the one to begin the kiss, and she didn’t rush about it. Explanation Number One, How Lovers Kiss.

Her luscious lips lingered over the little girl’s, making love to them as her tongue cautiously asked to be let in, hinting how to do it but not forcing her to, soon feeling the pretty lips shyly parting and welcoming her visit. Then she was receiving her, and meeting her with her timid little tongue, Hello loved Auntie, playing together, hotter and hotter, until a long blissful moan signaled Jessica’s total acquiescence and delight.

“OOOH…” they sighed together, as their mouths reluctantly parted. The little girl’s smile was dazzling, as she licked her just-kissed lips, her soft arms around her aunt’s neck. The woman smiled back and for a while they didn’t say anything, for Explanation Number Two was precisely that: How First Love Feels, when fulfilled.

She softly took her niece’s hands and guided them to her almost bursting breasts. She closed her eyes, gasping at the sensations of these little hands eagerly beginning to explore such delightful, new territories.

“I’ll explain everything to you, my love,” she whispered. “Little by little, as your darling mommy and me did back when we were your age…”

——————

That night she called her sister.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.”

There was a silence, Doris could softly hear her sister’s favorite Mozart playing in the background.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes.” Another silence.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.”

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…”

Doris laughed in relief, tears in her eyes, her right hand creeping up under her skirt. “She is… I just adore her, Sussy!”

“I know. That’s why I sent her over to you.”

“But, I thought you didn’t remember…”

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years. And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too…”

“Oh, god, Sussy!” Doris was openly crying now, her hand deep between her parted thighs, a rather strange combination.

“Hey, hon…” Her kid sister was crying too.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. And… I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

The older woman’s hand was dripping wet, wriggling inside her panties. She gasped.

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Continue on to Part Two

 

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 4

  • Posted on September 13, 2017 at 6:06 am

By Cheryl Taggert

As Kelli and Kate made love, their mother and Sandra, their neighbor, sat on the sofa, their hands moving to each other’s mound. The women stared at the girls as their desire mounted. Occasionally, they would kiss, their own tongues exploring, but their hands never left the soft mounds.

Tracy was surprised that Sandra was completely bald there. The woman’s mons felt like a child’s. There was no stubble at all, and Tracy wondered if Sandra waxed. If so, she must have done so recently. Sandra’s mound was that soft and smooth.

Kelli nudged her sister toward the floor and the two girls sank down until they were lying beside each other in an erotic embrace. Legs moved between legs as each girl pressed her pussy to her sister’s thigh, humping each other as their kisses continued.

Kelli could feel the approaching orgasm. The situation had her so turned on, she felt as if jolts of electricity were coursing through her. She longed to come, but she didn’t want to come humping her sister’s thigh. She wanted something else. She wanted her mother to know that the two of them had learned long ago about the various ways to make each other reach a climax.

Breaking the kiss with Kate, Kelli said, “Sixty-nine.” Kate’s eyes widened. “Now,” Kelli said.

Kate realized she would have no choice but to comply. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to lick her sister and be licked by her. She was just not sure about going that far yet in front of  their mother and Sandra.

Kelli unwrapped herself from her little sister and shifted around so that the girls could lick each other’s pussy. She heard a gasp from the sofa and glanced at her mother, who was staring wide-eyed at her daughters as they prepared to lick each other to orgasms.

“We do this a lot, Mom,” Kelli said. “When we finish, we’ll lick you two.”

Kate heard her sister’s promise and felt her heart skip a beat. They had talked last night when they went to bed about licking their mom’s pussy, each of them wondering what it would be like to lick a mature woman’s cunt, talking about what it might be like, how it would taste. The only other pussies she had licked were Laura’s and Emily’s. Now she was going to add her own mother and the mother of her friends to that list.

Kelli pushed her mouth against her little sister’s pussy and began to lick and suck on the tender flesh. Kate’s clitty was small, but firm, and Kelli’s tongue danced over it. Kelli’s nose was pressed against Kate’s vagina, and she could smell her sister’s arousal.

Kate’s tongue began exploring Kelli’s inner labia and settled on her sister’s clit. It was larger than her own, and she could feel the rigid nub as her tongue bathed it. She could see Kelli’s cream oozing out of her vagina, a slick, milky-white nectar that Kate loved to lap up. She felt Kelli beginning her orgasm, and that made her come as well.

Tracy watched her daughters on the floor, their mouths pressed against each other’s pussy. She imagined what it would be like to have those tongues on her own sensitive flesh. Not for the last time, she chastised herself for waiting so long. How long ago would the girls have been willing to do this with her? How many years had she wasted telling herself how wrong it was? She pictured the girls when they were little, when Kelli was eight. Would they have been willing even then? She knew Kelli had discovered the feelings that her little pussy could give her by the time she was eight when Tracy had walked in on Kelli as she was playing with herself in the bathtub. Would Kelli have allowed her mother to teach her about those feelings back then? She remembered the moment and decided that she probably would have.

She wasn’t completely sure Kelli would have allowed that, but she knew she would make sure they all enjoyed each other as much as possible from now on. She pictured her daughters as women with their own children. She hoped they would not wait so long with their own daughters.

Tracy noticed that Sandra was now moving. The woman bent over and placed her mouth on Tracy’s breast, licking and teasing the nipple before sucking it into her mouth.

Tracy turned her attention to her young daughters, who were reaching orgasms as she watched. She saw Kelli begin to buck, followed by Kate. They each pressed against the mouth licking them, getting all the pleasure they could out of their climaxes.

Then they were crawling over to her and Sandra. Kelli, being older, got first choice, or so it seemed to Tracy, as her older daughter moved between her mother’s thighs, spreading them and gazing into the vagina she had entered the world through.

Glancing into her mother’s eyes, Kelli saw the desire there. She knew her mother wanted this as badly as she had ever wanted anything. Kelli smiled and leaned forward, kissing her way up her mother’s thighs.

Kate moved toward Sandra, spreading the woman’s legs farther apart and copying Kelli’s movements with their mom. Small kisses teased their way toward the woman’s bald slit. Kate could smell their neighbor’s desire. Looking into the spread lips of Sandra’s pussy, she could see gobs of the white, slick cream that was seeping from her vagina. As she put her thumbs on Sandra’s mound and spread the lips further apart, tiny strings of the woman’s juices stretched and snapped. Kate was suddenly hungry for Sandra’s lubricating fluids.

She put her face just inches from the woman’s sopping pussy and flicked her tongue out, gathering the cream on the tip and bringing her tongue back into her mouth, where she sucked off the tasty wetness from her tongue. Next, she lapped at the woman’s cunt, gathering a mouthful and swallowing. Delicious!

Moments later, she planted her mouth on Sandra’s pussy, feeling a grown woman’s slit against her mouth for the first time. Kate felt exhilarated by this new experience, and she wondered if this was what it was like for Kelli to lick her hairless pussy. She found she loved the feel of the smoothness, the baby-soft labia that kissed her back. She was suddenly struck with an image of licking a small child, perhaps a six- or seven-year-old. She’d never considered what it would be like to lick a girl that young, but now the fantasy caused her pussy to spasm.

Still keeping one hand along the edge of Sandra’s mound and imagining it was a small child’s, she placed her other hand on her own pussy and rubbed. She came immediately.

Kelli was licking her mother when she heard Kate huffing and puffing out an orgasm as she began licking Sandra’s pussy. She smiled to herself, knowing that meant that Kate was really into what they were doing. This made her happy. She wouldn’t want Kate not to enjoy this unexpected feast.

Kelli was used to licking Kate’s hairless mound, which was one reason she wanted to lick her mother before switching with Kate and licking Sandra. She wanted to know what it was like to lick an adult’s pussy, one with lots of hair. Of course, she had licked Sandra’s daughter Laura before, and she had hair, but her pussy wasn’t this big, and she didn’t have this much hair. Sandra obviously shaved or waxed, maybe both. Kelli was used to bare pussies, and she thrilled to the feel of her mother’s pubic hair against her lips and cheeks.

As Kate started coming down from her orgasm, Kelli began playing with her own clit. The tiny, nerve-packed button throbbed with desire, and like Kate, she started coming within seconds.

After she finished her climax, Kelli glanced at Kate, who seemed to be in the middle of an erotic trance. Her eyes were half-lidded and glassy with lust. Taking her mouth from her mother’s pussy, Kelli scooted over to Kate and tapped her shoulder, intending to switch partners to allow Kate to lick their mom for the first time. When Kate pulled back from Sandra, Kelli could see the older woman’s cream all over her sister’s mouth.

Kelli pulled her little sister to her and kissed her, swabbing her tongue all around the inside of Kate’s mouth before moving to the outside to lick up the sex moisture there. Kate did the same with Kelli, tasting her mother for the first time on her sister’s lips and tongue.

The girls moved to switch places, looking up at the two women. Their mother and Sandra were locked in a passionate embrace, kissing each other, tongues exploring the other’s mouth.

Kelli and Kate smiled at each other before diving in to continue what they’d been doing, only to a different woman than before.

Kate tasted her mother’s pussy, enjoying the tart flavor she had first tasted from her sister’s mouth. Soon, she could feel her mother beginning to hump herself against her mouth.

Sandra felt Kelli begin to lick her pussy. She knew her orgasm was very near and wanted to watch the young girl licking her when she came, so she ended the passionate kiss with Tracy. There would be more of those to savor, but she needed to watch the young girl licking her as she came. She felt the first tremors begin deep within her body. These tremors became strong convulsions of sexual release. Grunts of satisfaction burst from her as she came. Her body seemed to try to bend itself in half with each shock wave of her orgasm. She managed to look down at Kelli while she licked and kissed her cunt. She could see the girl’s eyes dancing with delight.

At that moment Tracy began to come, swift jolts of passion slamming into her with each cresting wave. Kate kept her mouth on her mother’s pussy, riding Tracy’s orgasm with her, doing her best to make sure her mom had an orgasm so good she would want to do this often, if not daily.

When Tracy finished coming, she glanced around. Kate squatted between her legs, a pussy-eating grin on her face. Kelli looked just like Kate, as if she couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Sandra was sprawled on one end of the sofa, and Tracy thought she probably looked about the same as Sandra.

Sandra spoke first. “Well, that was wonderful, don’t you think?” She was looking around at all three of them.

“Yeah,” Kelli said. “I’ve fantasized about this for a long time.”

“You’ve fantasized about this?” Tracy asked her daughter, surprised at this revelation.

“Well, not exactly with all of us together, but yeah. I’ve fantasized about having sex with both of you.”

“How long have you and Kate been fooling around together?” Tracy asked.

“About a year, maybe,” Kelli said, “but we were doing ourselves in front of each other for longer.”

“So you would masturbate in front of each other?” Sandra said, joining the conversation.

Tracy, of course, already knew about this, having discussed it with her daughters last night before watching the movie and masturbating together.

“Yeah,” Kelli said, responding to Sandra. “That started — I don’t know — about the time I started doing it, I guess. We share a room. I couldn’t exactly hide it, and I didn’t want to have to wait until I could be alone whenever I wanted to do it, which was, like, every day just about, so when I figured out how good it felt, I introduced Kate to it.”

“Yeah,” Kate said. “She let me watch her and how she could make herself get off.”

Kelli laughed. “Yeah, she told me she’d touched hers before and it felt good, but she could tell right away she’d never felt THAT good.”

“What about my two girls?” Sandra asked, giving Kelli a mischievous look.

“What about them?” Kelli asked.

“Do you know what they like to do?”

“Well,” Kelli said. She didn’t want to lie, but she also didn’t want to snitch on her and Kate’s friends.

“It’s okay if they do everything the two of you do,” Sandra said. “In fact, I’m hoping they do. I was just wondering if you knew whether or not they fooled around with each other? They share a room like you and Kate, and they even share a bed. So if they fool around, it wouldn’t surprise me.”

Kelli looked over at Kate, who looked back at Kelli and shrugged before saying, “Might as well tell her. It’s not like she’s gonna get mad.”

“Or you can tell me,” Sandra said to Kate, who seemed more willing to tell her about Laura and Emily.

Kate looked into Sandra’s eyes. She saw something there that she recognized now. Sandra was horny. Kate smiled and said, “They do everything Kelli and I do.”

Sandra smiled. “You’re sure? You’re not just assuming it, are you? Believing they must be messing around with each other?”

“It’s true,” Kate said. “We’ve even done it with them.”

“Kaaaate!” Kelli said, drawing her name out in warning.

“It’s okay, Kelli,” Sandra said. “Are you saying you’ve done it together, like all four of you in one bed?”

Kate looked warily at Kelli before answering. “Yeah. We’ve done it like one-on-one and all together.”

“Do they taste good?” Everyone looked at Tracy because she was the one to ask the question.

Sandra grinned at her new lover before repeating the question to Kate.

“Wow, Mom,” Kelli said. “Are you wanting to do it with them too?”

Tracy blushed and said, “I wouldn’t turn them down if they offered.”

“Neither would I,” Sandra said. She put her hand on her pussy and began rubbing lightly, enjoying the feel. “What do you think they would say if they knew that?”

“I don’t know,” Kelli said.

“Emily once told me she thought Mom was hot,” Kate said. “She’d probably do it with her if Mom wanted to.”

“Yeah, Laura said the same thing,” Kelli said. “And when I told her I thought you were hot,” she continued, indicating Sandra, “she said she knew what I meant, so she thinks you’re hot, too.”

“This calls for more fun,” Sandra said. “Would you two girls do me a favor?”

“Sure,” the girls answered, eager to help Sandra.

“Would you get dressed and go get them? Ask them to come over and play?”

“Play?” Kelli asked, fairly certain Sandra wasn’t talking about playing a board game.

“Yes. Tell them your mom and I went into town. Just don’t let them into your garage or they’ll know your mom’s car is here, and mine is parked in our driveway.”

Kelli and Kate looked at each other and grinned. This could be a lot of fun.

“Okay,” Kelli said. “Where will you two really be?”

“Waiting in your garage for you to get things started. Put on a movie for them,” Sandra said. “A sexy one like the one you saw last night.”

Kelli looked at her mom. “Is it where you said it would be?” Kelli asked.

“Yes,” Tracy said, realizing the girls would find much more interesting movies when they looked in her hiding place. “If you see one there you’d rather watch, that’s fine. I have several movies that are more adult.” She didn’t say anything else, wanting the girls to be surprised by her collection of porn movies, most of them lesbian-themed.

The girls got dressed, and Sandra and Tracy went out to the garage, still naked.

“We’ll be back in a few,” Kelli said as they left.

After they were gone, Tracy said, “Are you sure about this? What if they only like to fantasize about sex with their mom?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Sandra said. “I’ve wanted to mess around with them since they were little girls but held off. Either they are willing or they aren’t. I need to find out one way or the other.”

“How little?” Tracy asked, wondering if Sandra’s desires were for girls as young as Tracy thought about sometimes.

“Well, you know everything else about me,” Sandra said with a grin. “I started fantasizing about Laura when she was six.”

“Six?” Tracy asked. She’d never considered a girl that young before, not even her daughters, but she couldn’t say the idea upset her either.

“Yes. And by the time Emily was five, I started including her in my fantasies.”

“That would have made Laura eight,” Tracy said. “That’s about the age I fantasize about sometimes. I remember seeing Kelli in the bathtub when she was eight. She was making a washcloth diaper, pulling it against her tiny mound, and I could tell she was enjoying the feel of the washcloth on her pussy. When I got her out of the tub, I managed to make up a reason to check her there, and her tiny clit was like a small pebble it was so hard. I remember I thought she looked at me funny then, as if she wanted me to touch her there. To rub it. I almost did.”

“You should have,” Sandra said. “I bet this fun would have started long ago for you and your girls.”

“Yes, maybe it would have.”

“You have no idea how much I want to get my mouth on a pussy that young,” Sandra said. “My mouth waters just thinking about it.”

“My mouth is watering for all four of our daughters right now,” Tracy admitted. They had gone out to the garage, leaving the door from the kitchen to the garage slightly ajar to make entering the house easier and quieter.

Kelli and Kate were getting more turned on with each step as they walked next door to get Laura and Emily. The two girls were the same ages as Kelli and Kate, with Laura about a month younger than Kelli, and Emily about six months younger than Kate. When they arrived at the door, they rang the doorbell. Seconds later, Emily was at the door.

“Hey, what’s up?” Emily asked.

“Where’s Laura?” Kelli said.

“In our room. C’mon in and I’ll get her.” As Emily ran back to where their room was, she laughed and said over her shoulder, “She’s playin’ with herself.”

Laura called out, “Come on back!” and they walked down the hall and entered the girls’ room. Emily had been right. Laura was naked on the bed, her fingers toying with her pussy as if she’d just gotten started. “I thought I’d get off before my mom came back. Isn’t she over at your house?”

“She was,” Kelli said, “but she and my mom went into town. They won’t be back for a couple of hours.”

“Cool,” Laura said. “Wanna join me?”

“Actually,” Kelli said, “we thought you might want to come over to our place and fool around instead.”

“Why would we do that when we can mess around here?” Emily said. “Tad’s gone for the day.” Tad was the girls’ brother.

“Yeah,” Laura said, “and Daddy’s at his office.”

“Again,” added Emily, showing how much she noticed her dad being gone.

“Well, at our place, we could watch a sexy movie. I know where some are that my mom keeps hidden.”

“You mean, like real porn?” Laura asked, suddenly interested.

“Well, maybe not porn, but close to it,” said Kelli. “Come on! Get dressed and come over to our house. We’ll have it to ourselves for at least two hours.”

“You talked me into it!” Laura said and jumped out of bed to get dressed.

When she had put on shorts and a shirt — no underwear — the girls walked back to Kelli and Kate’s house.

When they were inside, they went into Tracy’s bedroom, and Kelli walked over to the small chest of drawers in the closet her mom had mentioned. She opened the bottom drawer and froze.

The movie they’d watched last night was on top, but there were a lot of DVD’s in the drawer as well, scattered in a jumble. These were real porn. There were pictures of women doing things together on the covers.

The other girls stared down at the stash of sexy movies.

Laura said, “I thought you said there wasn’t any real porn.”

“I did,” Kelli said then came up with a response to explain it. “I guess my mom decided to put these in there too. She must have had a different place where she kept these.” Kelli recalled her mom saying they could watch any movie they found in the drawer. Reaching in, she grabbed the one next to Eyes Wide Shut. It was called Where the Boys Aren’t, Volume 4.

“That one looks good,” Emily said.

“Yeah, it does,” Laura agreed.

A minute later, the girls were in the TV room putting the movie in the player. They shucked their clothes before sitting down to watch. Kelli and Kate had nearly forgotten about their mom and Sandra. This unexpected development had pushed that out of their heads for the moment.

Laura leaned over and kissed Kelli. “Thanks for having us over.”

“Don’t mention it,” Kelli said as the movie began to play.

Tracy and Sandra could hear the movie begin from where they waited. Sandra leaned over and whispered to Tracy, “We’ll give them a few minutes to get good and started.” Tracy smiled and nodded back at her new lover.

After ten minutes, which was well into the first sex scene, the mothers gently edged the door to the garage fully open and stepped into the house. Tracy could feel the swelling in her pussy and the moisture beginning to flow heavily as they crept toward the TV room and the sound of women having sex on the screen.

Sandra could feel her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she wondered if it was making a noise loud enough to be heard in the room where the movie was playing. Stepping toward the doorway into that room, she peeked in and felt her heart flutter at the sight.

Lord, this was going to be fun.

Continue on to Chapter 5

 

The Descent of Venus

  • Posted on September 12, 2017 at 8:50 am

By Mr. Toasty

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

Are you ever under the impression that you’re always the last one to know? I was definitely one of those people. No matter what was going on, be it of global significance or private matters in my own house, I usually didn’t hear about it until the very end, when the next flavor of the month is rearing its myriad of heads. Obviously this wasn’t true all the time. I heard about a few things right before everyone started chatting about them, and sometimes I even got to play the part of the informant or the educator, and would be the one to fan the flames and start the gossip. But more often than not, I felt tragically left out of the loop. The greatest example so far was the time when I discovered my cousin and my aunt on Mom’s side were coming over to visit — about three hours before they arrived.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Mom said, looking at me with innocent confusion. “I thought I told you. Salome and Sabine are coming here today. I could’ve sworn I told you!”

“No, Mom, this is the first I’ve heard of it.” She made a face that indicated she had genuinely believed I knew, and was puzzled to discover something to the contrary.

See what I mean? The worst part is that I discovered this bit of information by accident: I heard Mom on the phone talking to her sister, arranging a meeting. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a big deal, and far be it from me to discourage family members from getting together every once in awhile. But Aunt Salome and her daughter Sabine lived in another state, and the infrequency of our encounters — the last time I saw them was when I was still in middle school — gave me good reason to feel surprised, if not offended that Mom should neglect to reveal all this. They were coming over now?

“I really thought I told you,” she said — gently but firmly, if that makes sense. “Well, all the same, could you get the house ready, please?”

“I—I guess.” I’ve got nothing against doing chores — my poor silly mother needs all the help she can get! I just wished I’d had more time to prepare.

Since, after our striking conversation, I immediately set to work ‘doing’ the house (and I have no doubt you’d rather not know all the mundane details), this might be a good time for me to go over my relationship with Aunt Salome and Sabine. Don’t get me wrong: I was thrilled they were coming over, and in spite of the shock, I was clearly excited.

Sabine had been my best friend during the years we spent growing up, and I might even (might being the key word here) have had an innocent little crush on her. She was about three years older than me, and from what I remember and from what the occasional photograph could tell, she was a very pretty young lady — a beauty with sincerity, the kind of person that can be naturally attractive all the way through. She was intelligent and kind and she treated me like an equal… and how could anybody not think a name like that was cool?

Aunt Salome — I also loved her name — had been forced to move away due to a job transfer, and Mom had fought it all the way. She just couldn’t be separated from her little sister, but who could really blame her? Aunt Salome was as pretty and honest as her daughter, and she never spoke down to me or called me a child. She was a wee bit eccentric (aren’t we all?), and she had that same lovable scatterbrained look my mom sometimes sports, but she was cool and generous and charitable and wise.

She and Mom were best friends; it only seemed fitting that their daughters be so close. My only regret is that I never heard a mention of Aunt Salome’s husband (my own father passed on some time ago). I asked, of course, but she usually pretended she didn’t hear me, or changed the subject. I have the feeling that Sabine came into this world under disreputable circumstances, but I just figured it really was none of my business.

Words are slow. My thoughts rolled through my head at a breakneck pace; I was already planning on how I’d spend these precious days with my family, vacuuming the floors in the process. I definitely wanted to hang out with both of them, but I figured Mom would rather spend time with her sister, which was cool. I’m an only child, so I wouldn’t know what having a sister is like: Sabine’s the closest I’ll ever have. We wrote each other constantly (about once a week at first, then once a month), and when our houses caught the Internet bug, we emailed each other all the time. Sabine and I grew up together even though we were separated by miles and miles; I read (and sometimes watched) as she turned into a beautiful young woman. We rarely fought and  were always able to keep things fresh and interesting. It would be a strange experience to actually speak to her in person again, but as I said, I looked forward to it like Christmas and birthday and summer vacation all at once.

When I reached the kitchen, confident that my slipshod plans would be approved by my arriving cousin, I started cleaning the refrigerator and noticed, to my great dismay, that we didn’t have enough food for the four of us, not even if Sabine and Aunt Salome stayed for a day. I figured Mom would handle the groceries, but I asked her just to be sure.

“Hey, Mom, we don’t have enough to eat. You getting groceries?” She came into the kitchen drying her hands and gave me a glowing smile.

“Actually, I was hoping that you and Sabine could handle that.”

“Uh, sure, but you know I don’t have any money.” Not for lack of trying, I promise you: most of it was spent for college-related purposes. I would be a freshman that fall, so every dollar seemed to slip right out of my fingers. I knew Mom had the money, but I didn’t dare ask her.

“Don’t worry,” she replied, smiling enigmatically, a sure signal that she was about to show her generosity. “I’ve already made a list, but feel free to get anything else you think you’ll need. I want them to have at least one home-cooked meal while they’re here.”

“Yeah.” I was the chef of the family, so it would be my responsibility to feed these girls. I suddenly realized I had no idea what Aunt Salome liked, and made sure to ask Mom before I took another breath. She told me that Salome was no longer a vegan, but I should watch the meat and cheese in case she suddenly changed her mind. I personally have no objection to eating meat, and I knew Sabine shared my enthusiasm, despite the torturous diet her mother pushed on her. I suppose being that finicky paid off, since they were both stunning, healthy, glowing women, the kind poets write about. But that doesn’t mean I’m not attractive! I just can’t survive for long without bacon and burgers, that’s all.

I was right in the middle of dusting the den when the doorbell rang, so I was the first to welcome my relatives into the house. I saw Aunt Salome first; she squealed like a kid and picked me into her arms, spinning around until we were both nearly dizzy. I coughed as she let me go and said, “It’s good to see you too, Aunt Salome, but please don’t ever do that again!”

We hugged properly and she kissed my cheek; I felt at ease now that she was being her reliably warm self again. But what can I say about Sabine that I haven’t already said? I felt like I wanted to kiss her — a real kiss, mind you, not the chaste peck of a cousin. I wanted to hold her and not let go, I wanted to undress her and feel her cool naked skin against my own, I wanted to fuck her and fall in love with her. I have no idea why I was thinking these outrageous thoughts, but I didn’t do anything to push them away. I kept them safely hidden, like treasures for me to pull out and cherish.

Our lips nearly touched as I kissed her cheek. Her face glowed with love; she was just as happy to see me as I was to see her.

“You cut your hair,” she said.

I laughed. “Is that all you can say after all this time?”

“And you got your ears pierced.”

“Ah, brilliant observation. What else has changed about me?” My eyes sparkled with hope and wonder; I didn’t think she could guess this one. You see, Mom got a tattoo for me when I turned eighteen and I never told Sabine. This wasn’t a surprise I was storing up for a special occasion, I just kept forgetting about it. She put her finger to her cheek, furrowing her brow in concentration. Finally she shrugged. “Okay, okay, I give.”

I showed her my prize and she squealed. I’ve heard tell that only a slut get a butterfly tattoo on the small of their back, but I think that’s just nonsense. Some of the chastest people I know have sexy tattoos. “Now I wish I had one,” she sighed, then inevitably directed her attention to her mother, who was chattering nonsensically with her sister. “Mom, can I get a tattoo? Something with skulls and flames and knives?”

“We’ll see,” she stated, before resuming her babbling conversation.

“Can we at least have some money to buy groceries?” I said. I love my mother, but she has a fairly short attention span, and she needs to be reminded of things. My eyes bulged out as she laid two fifty-dollar bills in my palms, and my heart jumped when she said Sabine and I could keep the change.

I really can’t tell you what happened after that because my head was off in the clouds and it didn’t come back until Sabine and I drove out of the garage and onto the street.

*****

The one thing I genuinely didn’t see coming was Sabine’s warm silence. She barely said a word during our journey — I specifically had the radio off so we could chat — and seemed content to sit there, drinking the world in, her hands folded in her lap and her face glowing with beauty and patience. She was like the statue of Pygmalion, a perfect and faithful creation, silent and eerily lifelike. So lifelike, in fact, that I felt I could revive her with a kiss, just like Ovid’s hero.
At the first traffic light we ran into, I tested this theory and leaned over, pressing my mouth against her cheek. “Wake up,” I chirped.
She grinned, laughing softly. “I’m too happy to talk,” she replied. She took my short hair in her fingers and played with it. I really did wear it long once upon a time, but it was so irritating to keep and care for, and I really wanted a new look for college. I almost regret it now, since it makes me look smaller and “cuter” (I don’t want people to think I’m cute), but if Sabine liked it, it was fine with me. She hadn’t changed her hair at all; it was just as long and luxurious as it always had been, a shade somewhere between gold and brown, scented like the wild outdoors.

“Pretty,” she said, her eyes squinting from her broad smile. I blushed and tried not to lag behind as the light turned green again.

When I reached the parking lot, I wanted to play the chivalrous cousin and open her door for her, but she got it herself. That independence comes from Grandpa’s side and it is something I was blessed with as well. (Grandma gave us our endearing ditziness and natural beauty.) I also had Grandpa’s bravery and boldness, and reached to take Sabine’s hand as we walked up to the store. I’m a little shorter than she is, because of our age difference, so I could literally and figuratively look up to her and smile; she smiled back and even winked.

“So are we going to talk at all? We haven’t seen each other in five years.”

“I know. But you know how there are some moments that are so beautiful and pure, you don’t want to ruin them. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“No, I think it was just what we needed. But now that we’re talking again, does this mean you’re no longer happy?”

She smiled playfully and winked again. “I’m definitely happy, but it’s different. There’s happy and there’s happy, you know. One is more fleeting than the other, and because it’s so brief, we can’t afford to be distracted by anything else when it comes. It’s overwhelming; too much of it would hurt us. But there’s also the ordinary kind of happiness we see all the time.”

“And that’s where we are now,” I concluded. She nodded, and we walked into the store, our hands now freed. Holding her hand, being in such close intimate contact with her, had been one kind of happiness, but hanging out with her in the store was the other kind. The difference was delicate but clear; I felt my heart soaring out of love for Sabine and her wisdom. That she chose to spend her time with me was even more amazing.

“So what do we get first?” she wondered, peering over my shoulder at the list Mom gave me.

I scanned down the paper and pursed my lips anxiously: there was a lot there! It would be impossible for me to do this by myself, so I asked Sabine to take a cart and half the list with her so we could finish this quickly.

No, I want to do it with you!” she protested, caressing my arm. “You were the one who said we should talk more. Let’s do this together. Our moms can wait.”

“I guess we could,” I answered, “but you have to help me. Let’s go get everything in aisle one first.”

Sabine had not been to that grocery store in years, so I had to step up and show her where everything was. This is another long stretch of time where not too much happened, except that we did talk and catch up on things, we spent good times together and had a lot of fun and became even closer. We loaded the groceries until the cart nearly overflowed, and worked as a team to bag them all. We stuffed everything in the car and put the cart away, then looked at all our change. Sabine and I both made a face as we realized just how little we had left.

“And here I thought Mom was trying to be generous,” I grumbled. It was mostly pocket change and singles; we split it between the two of us and headed back. I prayed quite hard that all the trouble I went through cleaning the house was not in vain: Mom could get pretty messy when she was excited.

*****

Home, I quickly came to the rescue and started cooking for my hungry troops. Mom and Aunt Salome had actually started prepping the kitchen, but were too busy interacting to get much done. I had no choice but to forgive them: Sabine and I would’ve done exactly the same thing. As punishment, they volunteered to wash the dishes while she and I were let free to do as we pleased, but that was little comfort while I was in the trenches. Sabine took care of the simple things I was too busy to handle, like organizing the groceries, finishing what our mothers started, and retrieving whatever I needed, while Mom and Aunt Salome set the table. We went through a lot of trouble, but really bonded as a family, cheesy though that may sound.

“So what colleges have you applied to?” my cousin asked me. She helped put everything on the table and served everyone, while I was given a chance to sit down and rest my feet. I couldn’t complain since Mom works hard to support the two of us, and she said I needed the experience, whatever that meant. I could already take care of myself very well and had even played the role of caretaker for my dear mother. Moving out wouldn’t be difficult; I just wasn’t really ready yet.

But I digress. I answered Sabine and she replied with that prizewinning smile of hers. “Why not move in with me? My last roommate bailed out on me and I can’t cover the rent anymore. I’ve had to live with Mom for a few months and — no offense, Mom — it’s really driving me crazy!”

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Her offer sent me soaring, and I barely managed to nod my head, the idea enraptured me so. I didn’t hear Aunt Salome’s tart response (something about “How could I drive you crazy?”), I was thinking how wonderful it would be to live with Sabine. I knew for a fact that Mom wouldn’t mind; it seemed only a matter of time now.

“You two can worry about that later,” Salome said to us in her peaceful, sweet matronly voice. “We haven’t eaten at the same table together in years. Rikki, tell me: have you finally decided to start dating?”

Whoops, I almost forgot to introduce my side of the family! I was so obsessed with Sabine that I forgot to make introductions! My mother’s name is Rochelle, but her sister always called her Rikki, and my own name is Cory, which is short for Corrina. I was thankful every day that no one in our family had very common names; it definitely made life nicer.

“And who says I’m not dating now?” Mom answered vaguely, wiping her mouth.

Salome snorted. “You do, in all the emails you send me. It’s nothing to be shy about, Rikki. A beautiful woman your age needs to go out and socialize.”

“Yes, but where would I find anybody who’s interested — or interesting, for that matter? I’m a single mother, remember?”

“Cory’s going off to college soon,” Salome pointed out. “If that’s all that’s holding you back, you can start once she and Sabine move in together. You two were serious about that, right?”

“Definitely,” I said, as Sabine replied, “Yes, indeed.”

“All right, there you go,” she gestured.

Mom wasn’t the type of person to let things go like that, so she turned the question right back at her little sister. “What about you, Sal? You haven’t been with anyone since high school. Don’t tell me you’ve given up.”

“I haven’t,” she insisted, sipping her drink gracefully. “I just don’t make it common knowledge. You obviously don’t know your little sister very well, Rikki. I’ve had plenty of — opportunities.”

“But no big prospects?”

“Plenty of those, too,” she answered clearly, looking her sister right in the eye.

Things had become very serious and intimate all of a sudden, and I felt I was imposing on a very personal conversation. I wanted to leave, but Sabine was still eating and had tuned out the conversation. I resolved to excuse myself and touched Sabine’s shoulder, indicating it was time for us to go. She understood and finished her meal, and our mothers said they would clean up as promised, but not yet. We left them to finish their conversation and made our way upstairs, where my sanctuary awaited.

*****

I shivered once we reached my room. “That was weird,” I whispered.

“Yeah.” We grinned and the tension was forgotten. “But now that we’re thinking about it, what sorts of romantic prospects have you been through?”

“None,” I answered with a shameful grin. “I’ve been way too busy. I spent all of high school with the soccer team. You?”

“I don’t date,” she said, shaking that luxurious russet mane of hers. “It’s not even a question of time for me; I’m just not — well, not interested in the prospects. I don’t know. I guess I’m waiting for that special someone to sweep me off my feet. I just don’t feel inspired with anybody in the local area.”

“So what do you spend your time doing?”

My beautiful Sabine couldn’t restrain her embarrassed smile as her cheeks flushed scarlet. “Watching cartoons and playing video games. My spare time, of course.”

“You don’t exercise?”

“Mm, about once or twice a week at home. I can’t afford the local gym. I guess that’s why you’re in better shape than I am.”

“But you grew up with a vegan mother. My mom’s not like that at all.”

“But dinner was very nice.”

I smiled gently and thanked her. The peaceful silence returned and I felt this was becoming one of those especially happy moments Sabine had described to me earlier. Not wanting to ruin it, I shuffled over to my bed and motioned for her to join me. As she laid down, it felt like a summer afternoon in my room all of a sudden: the warmth of her body, the thrill in my own heart, her fierce, pleasant scent drifting across the room, her gentle touch as she rested her head on my shoulder, the smile that was just for me—

“I love you.” I couldn’t keep it in; I had to say it. Have you ever felt like your own inner dam won’t be able to hold something in anymore? That if you keep it locked in, you’ll just burst? I was overflowing with love for my precious Sabine and couldn’t bear for it to be a secret anymore. I had typed it a thousand times in our corresponding letters and emails, of course, but I’d never actually said it.

I put my moist lips to hers and inhaled quietly; summertime was never better.

I lingered, my mouth still, greedy for Sabine’s taste and the invisible aura of love glowing from her. She moved her head imperceptibly and I felt a soft tenderness touch me, my heart skipping a beat as I realized that my innermost desire had been fulfilled.

I pulled away before anything further could develop and studied her face, wondering just what she was thinking. That had certainly felt like a harmless kiss from her end, but I know I erupted inside when I tasted Sabine’s lips. I’d never kissed anyone like that before, not as a polite gesture or an intimate action, not even my own mother, so of course it was a wonderful sensation. I had prayed — hopelessly at times — that my first kiss would be with someone I loved, so lo and behold! But did she kiss me out of a reflexive action, or a friendly motion, or was it the act of a woman in love?

We grinned at each other as we realized what happened. The happiness between us was so pure and beatific that I feared anything else we did would destroy it. We didn’t even breathe. I kissed her again, pressing my lips upon hers, reaching the impossible treasure I’d wanted ever since we were reunited — and this time, there was no holding back. Sabine drew me into a loving embrace, and I could feel a gust of air push through her nose as she sighed for joy. Her fingers went for my short dark hair again — how enraptured she was by this mane of mine! — and our lips parted, closed, and opened again as we gasped breathlessly.

I felt Sabine’s soft warm moist tongue slide through my lips as I let my defenses slip, and my senses went into overload. The sensation of another woman’s tongue — my own cousin’s tongue inside my mouth, caressing and massaging with the most tender love and desire — it’s something one has to experience for herself. It was beautiful and sweet and erotic and even naughty, all at once. I knew my Sabine loved me, but I had no idea she was that interested. It made a lot of sense, though, to overflow with so many feelings like that, pouring them out for the one you love the most. I loved Sabine more than anyone else in the world, even more than my own mother; I was soon expressing this as only a headstrong young woman intoxicated with lust can.

We were forced to stop, however, to catch our breath. As I’ve said, words are slow; Sabine and I must’ve been French kissing for about ten minutes, maybe less. The time she spent with her head on my shoulder, just absorbing the peace in my room, had gone on even longer. But it felt like years since we came down from our clouds and realized we were two cousins in a room together and not goddesses in the Elysian Fields.

I didn’t want to break the moment with my clumsy words, but I really felt it was necessary. “Umm—wow! That came out of nowhere.”

“Are you sure?” Her wisdom and intimate understanding sliced through my innocence. I knew I was in love with Sabine now. I had been in love with her long before today. In that sense, my affection for her didn’t “come out of nowhere,” it had been inside me since we were children.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” I answered. I swallowed down my nervousness and bared my soul. “I’ve always been in love with you, Sabine. I didn’t think you—” Her eyes glowed with very quiet love; it was tender and patient and it made me feel like a whole person. I know that nothing I’m saying makes any sense, but that’s how I felt. She didn’t even have to tell me she was in love for me to know; I just knew. I chuckled and caressed her pretty face. “I’m always the last one to figure these things out.”

Our kisses inflamed us, our passions took over, throwing away all reason and logic. This was no longer another woman, or my cousin, or even my best friend — this was Sabine, my lover, exposed for what she was, every last honest inch of her.

I undressed her with careful consideration. I exposed her skin, that sensual field of pale pink. Her breasts were revealed before my startled eyes, two cute nipples pointing towards the sky. Pervert that I was, I inhaled the rich scent of her panties as I liberated her from the last formality, and sniffed the air wafting from her maidenhood, intoxicating myself. Sabine had a timid look on her face, but her shining eyes told me she was loving this.

She undressed me, but her lips roamed everywhere. I had merely touched my love, and memorized her scent. My skin is more tanned than hers, thanks to years of playing and working outdoors, and even I have to admit that the enticing layers of plump sensuality coating her muscles were more prominent than my own. Not that Sabine is at all fat, she just has a very shapely body that I adore. I could feel her enviously worshiping my muscles and my taut limbs. She put all my toes in her mouth, nibbling playfully, and in turn I sucked at her fingers. I had no firm idea what sex or lovemaking was supposed to be like. I just did what came naturally, and although it may sound strange or even perverse, it felt very natural making love to my darling Sabine.

“Oh, Cory!” she wailed, sliding up my body. Our breasts came into contact and I squealed as the delicious friction of it stabbed through my core. I squeaked as I felt her body descend upon mine — our sexes were nearly touching now — and we kissed and held each other for what seemed like eons on end.

When we stopped to catch our breath and cool off, I flipped her so I was on top again and thrust my tongue into her beautiful mouth. If this were any other woman, I don’t think I could’ve gone through with it. There was no way I could possibly love anyone more than Sabine. I called her name out again and again and trailed my tongue down her body, over her gorgeous breasts, dipping it into her belly button until at last I came to the end of my journey. There would be plenty of time for me to lavish attention on her magnificent legs, but I wanted to taste my Sabine’s sacred area.

“Pretty,” I purred, echoing her earlier flattery as I caressed her pubic hair. She had a sexy womanly patch of mousy brown curls, and I begged her never to shave it all off; the sight of it drove me crazy with lust.

I was about to indulge myself, but my lover stopped me. “Corrina, wait. Hold on, sweetheart.” Sabine only calls me by my full name if something serious is going on, so I obeyed and looked up, my face still comically hovering over her entrancing vagina. “I really am in love with you, sweetie, and I want to — to be with you like this. It’s what I’ve always wanted. But I don’t want this to just be about sex. I love you and I want to be with you. I want to go through life with you and share it with you. There’s no point in going any further if we don’t do that. We’ll be happy and we’ll suffer, too. We’ll have good days and we’ll have really rotten ones as well. We may even fight. But you’re the only person I could bear to do any of that with. It’s either you or nobody. Do you understand?”

Moving to lie on top of her once more, I kissed Sabine’s lips until she understood that I felt the same way. Her tears came freely; they moistened her bare body. I kissed them all away, and she cooed softly as she felt the depths of my love. What also pleased me was that I was the first one — the only one, really, as far as I knew — to love my precious Sabine in this way. I made sure she knew for certain that I would be her soulmate forever before I resumed my ministrations.

“Time to finish what I started,” I growled sensually. Sabine squealed with delight and braced herself. My head was swimming; time and reason seemed to be ripping each other apart. I was really going to go down on Sabine! I was going to put my tongue in another woman’s vagina! For the briefest moment I hesitated.

My lover, however, was impatient. “Cory,” she whispered softly, “fuck me. Cory, please, fuck me. Fuck me, please.”

I looked up at her heavenly face, so innocent and kind, so wrought with need, and wiped the tears from my own eyes. She had whispered a vulgar word, but in this context, it seemed the most beautiful expression I’d ever heard. I was going to fuck my Sabine — so softly, so sweetly, until her essence flowed forth for me to treasure.

There’s no point describing what I did to her. What could anybody possibly gain from it? I lapped clumsily at her womanhood; I touched it and suckled it, prodding and experimenting, praying that my work would bear fruit. Sabine’s golden moans were melodic; she clasped the sheets with a vice grip and parted her legs as far apart as they could go until her feet hung over the sides of the mattress. My senses were overwhelmed; I was focusing everything on her glorious vagina, wondering if my personal experiences of self-pleasure would work here. It was an adventure to find out what drove Sabine crazy and what made her beg me for more. She whispered until she screamed, all the while whispering, “Please, please fuck me, Cory. I love you. Oh, God, I love you!”

I left Sabine’s vagina to its own devices for awhile — the poor girl actually cried out how mean I was — but her cries became stifled very suddenly as I kissed her rear end. I gently lifted my cousin’s bottom into the air and, as disturbing as this might sound, actually darted my tongue out and licked her puckered little hole. I’m sad to say there’s no civilized or romanticized way of saying that I stuck my tongue up her butt, but I was feeling uncharacteristically wicked and wanted to drive Sabine wild. She gawked and tensed up for a moment as she realized what I was doing, but calmed down and even sang out wonderfully as the sensations overpowered her.

I alternated between this opening and her vagina — still reeling from the incredible wonder of doing this to another girl — until her body twisted and shivered in ecstasy, Sabine not quite able to muffle her cries.

Finally she lay limp and dazed, a gentle smile on her lips. I made sure to clean her up, kissing and slurping as gently as I could. I knew how sensitive she must have been, and didn’t want to put her in overdrive.

I cuddled and caressed my darling cousin as she came down from her pinnacle. I’d experienced a few fairly good orgasms in my time — all by my own hands, so to speak — but I could only imagine what she was going through. The girl of her dreams had delivered her to heaven’s doorstep and her mind was just wrapping itself around that. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter, other than our love. Our shared genders and bloodline, and even our mothers, who had no doubt heard some of what we’d been doing and prudently decided to wait before confronting us… all faded away as Sabine recovered, and I kissed her breasts and jaw, awaiting the moment when she returned the favor.

“Come here, beautiful,” she begged me. Our lips touched sweetly several times and I felt her hands wandering. She had been given full access to my body earlier, but went back there again, tickling and squeezing, trying to find new ways to please me. Her hands folded over my bottom and groped — then she slapped me, quite firmly, giving me an impish smile.

“You bitch,” I giggled, blushing furiously. Mom raised me to never swear, and I followed this rule implicitly, but now I couldn’t help it. We laughed out loud and I asked her to spank me again.

It wasn’t long before I had my tongue around one of her fingers, then she slipped it inside my rear and I saw stars as I was penetrated from behind. Our eyes locked as she used her other hand to explore my maidenhood. I crumpled in her arms and groaned so deeply and hungrily that for a moment, I thought I’d turned into an animal.

“Touch my pussy,” I whispered, feeling empowered by my surprising vulgarity. “Put your fingers in my pussy. Touch me. Sabine, please—”

“I want to hear you say the f-word, lover,” she murmured. I nearly lost control right then and there.

“Fuck me!” I squealed, as she solemnly kissed my shoulders. “God, fuck me, Sabine! Sabine, please fuck me! I want to — to feel you—inside of me!”

I felt my virginity break suddenly and clung to her as tightly as I could; the pain and pleasure of it all was extraordinary. I bit down where Sabine’s neck met her shoulder and suckled it numbly. She shushed me and resumed her work, going slowly and carefully.

I hit orgasm but didn’t dare scream; instead I kissed her to stifle my cries.

“I love you, Cory,” she whispered in my ear.

I wept and hugged her tightly. “I love you too, Sabine! But you know, it’s really not nice to take things without permission!”

“Sorry,” she giggled, her cheeks rosy. I couldn’t help but love her when she made that face, and I caressed her as the brightness of my love shone out.

“It’s all right. I wanted you to have it anyway.”

“Oh? Was this before or after I came over?”

“You’re evil!” I squealed, piling on top of her. I wouldn’t let Sabine get away with being such a naughty girl — umm, yeah, I actually said that to her — and pinned her hands to the bed. I wanted to scare her a little and make her feel defenseless, but that perverted girl just smiled at me, her eyes glistening with lust and longing.

My free hand got straight down to business as my legs wrapped around one of her thighs, and I rubbed up against Sabine while penetrating her at the same time. It was harder than I thought, and it completely drained me, but it was so worth it in the end. Her virginity was mine in a matter of moments — our eyes met and she gave me leave without saying a word — and soon we were both too exhausted to move. I’d never attempted back-to-back orgasms in my life, but with Sabine in my life — well, I would have to get used to them.

*****

It wasn’t until seven o’clock in the morning when I realized Sabine and I had fallen asleep together. I lay there in bed, naked from head to toe, the sheets covering my legs and dear Sabine cuddling me protectively, and thought about what had happened.

So, I’d made love to another woman — my own cousin, no less — and was no longer a virgin. It had all happened so quickly; the dam had burst too fast. I’d been blinded by my own passions and had lost my mind. But I didn’t regret one second of it, not even for an instant, and if I had to do it all over again, I would definitely repeat everything we’d done and more.

Well… I’d have Sabine ask before she deflowered me, but other than that…

I lightly massaged her back and shoulders as she rested against my body, still lost in slumberland and dreaming about me, I hoped. Making love to Sabine and watching as she slept were two kinds of the most sublime happiness; being with her as we shared the sorrows and joys of life would be the simpler kind.

Inevitably, I wondered how our mothers would take this. I know my mom would be okay if I came out as a lesbian, but revealing my affection for my cousin was another matter. I didn’t know how open-minded Aunt Salome would be, but I resolved that I didn’t care: come what may, Sabine and I would spend the rest of our lives together. I did hope that my aunt would be okay with it, though. I didn’t want to create a rupture in the family.

A bleary-eyed Sabine woke up and smiled. “Good morning, sexy,” she quietly said.

“Morning, pretty girl,” I replied, and we rubbed our noses and nipples together in greeting. I so badly wanted to kiss my love, but brushing my teeth came first, and I stated that Sabine wouldn’t be “getting any” until she did the same. The little sneak just laughed and slithered underneath the covers, deciding to bury her lips in my womanhood. I shrieked, I laughed, I sang for joy; I came right in her mouth. She even gave my rear end a few kisses and licked my butthole; I almost hyperventilated from the sensation. No wonder Sabine had erupted like that!

“You’re awful,” I murmured as she climbed back up. But I couldn’t pout at her for long; she was the most amazing woman in the world, and I knew she only teased me like that because she loved me so deeply.

I slapped her gorgeous rear end as she bounced out of bed and, as she moaned and squealed so cutely, I kept smacking her butt as we put some bathrobes on and marched into the bathroom. Our house only has one, which makes sense because there’s only two people in this house most of the time, but I prayed Mom or Aunt Salome hadn’t beat us there. And just how had they spent their night?

“Maybe they had sex too,” my perverted cousin suggested. I slapped her on the rear again, but soon came to realize she hardly considered this punishment. What was worse was that if they had indeed made love — which just might have explained why they didn’t hear us as we shrieked the night away — I would once again be the last one to know. But since that had nothing to do with our trek to the bathroom, we pressed on.

The lights were on, which didn’t startle me. Mom sometimes forgets and keeps them on all night, but that comes in handy in case either of us needs to make a “midnight run”. Someone had beaten us to the shower, which was not very surprising either. Despite her quirks, Mom is an early riser and makes sure I follow her example. She usually wakes me after she takes her shower, leaving me with just enough time to make breakfast, eat, and wash up. I even saw Mom’s silhouette behind the glass curtain and raised my eyebrows. I’m not afraid to admit that my mother is a gorgeous lady and I hope to look as good as her when I reach that age.

The thing that shocked me, though, was the telltale signs that Mom was not alone in there. She clearly had company and it was obvious to both of us who it was. It was also very obvious what they were doing. We heard moans of passion and the sound of wet bodies rubbing together; we saw the blurry shape of two very naked women, sharing a very passionate kiss.

“Oh, my God,” I breathed. We slipped outside, thankfully without being noticed.

Sabine’s mouth was hanging open. “I… I was just kidding!” she blurted. “I didn’t think they’d do it for real!

I, on the other hand, couldn’t help but laugh. I also couldn’t let this moment pass without making a truly tasteless joke. “Well, like mother like daughter, I guess.”

So with the arrival of my cousin and my aunt, the goddess of love came with them. Sabine and I were now lovers and would spend the rest our lives together. And apparently, Mom decided she couldn’t spend another minute without the love of her little sister, a love that Salome was all too happy to give. It dawned on me that this was quite possibly the healthiest relationship either of them could enter into, and I prayed, as Sabine and I crossed over to the kitchen, that they would be together forever.

Eventually the new couple emerged from the shower, still wearing their bathrobes and glowing as lovers are apt to do. They giggled, flirted, and teased each other; we both watched them enter the kitchen with quiet, understanding smiles. With one exception, I’d never seen anything more adorable and beautiful in all my life — that exception being my beloved Sabine — though I’m sure Mom and Aunt Salome believed we didn’t suspect a thing.

We went through the motions that morning and spent the entire day together, and eventually, the truth came out for all to hear, and there was not an unhappy face in the crowd. Well, maybe that’s exaggerating things.

“Um, care to run that by me again?” I demanded. Mom and Aunt Salome, holding hands as they snuggled close, smiled at each other, and at me.

“It’s not the first time we made love,” Mom said. “It happened once before, when we were even younger than you two. But this is the first time we’ve — considered it seriously.”

“That’s right, girls,” Salome said, pausing to kiss Mom’s cheek. “We want to be a real couple.”

“Oh, jeez.” I rubbed my face wearily, but luckily I had an angel there to unravel my stress.

“It’s okay, Cory,” Sabine whispered. “For what it’s worth, I didn’t know either.”

I had to laugh, hearing that. We shared a family hug, and I reflected on how being the last to know what’s up really isn’t that big a deal.

The End

 

Amber II, Chapter 1

  • Posted on September 11, 2017 at 6:33 am

By Tater Tot

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2015 }

NOTE: While editing and preparing the chapters of “Amber” for Juicy Secrets, we hit a stumbling block. Around the story’s midway point, without any hint of explanation or introduction, the viewpoint of the narrative shifts from Amber’s mother to Amber herself. Unable to figure out how to continue the original story in a way that made sense, we decided to end it right there. After further discussion, however, we made a second decision — to post Amber’s continuation of her own story as “Amber II,” which you are about to read. Enjoy!

When my mom told me she was writing about how she and I started having sex, I was really excited. But then I decided I wanted to tell part of the story myself, especially since I had some hot experiences that Mom wasn’t around to see.
It started on this one morning, when I gave Mom a kiss on the cheek on my way out. It seemed like kind of a small thing, but I could tell it really made her happy when I did it, and I felt sort of bad for not having done it before.

I was off to do a sleepover with my friend Deanna. Her mother, who I’ll call Mrs. C, was doing the driving.

“Hi, Mrs. C,” I said, as I climbed in the back with my book bag.

Deanna twisted around with a grin as Mrs. C said, “Hi, Amber, do you have everything?”

I liked Mrs. C. She wasn’t as upbeat as Mom was, but Deanna got along really well with her. I’d had other friends whose parents were total assholes, sort of like my dad at the end. I shook that thought away too, and chatted with Deanna as we drove to her house.

Having someone as a friend who was interested in getting good grades was really nice. I hadn’t spent time with Deanna until I began really putting effort into getting A grades, and had noticed we were spending the same time studying after class or at lunch. She had actually approached me first, and we had really hit it off.

Spending the night at her place was a first, but we were doing a group report together and wanted it to be perfect. I had every intention of getting all A’s because I wanted every Saturday possible to do things to Mom… better not think about it or my panties would be wet quick.

Mrs. C was a little like Mom – slimmer, I think, because of how she ate rather than exercise. Mom worked out a lot and it really showed. Her ass was so… nope, not thinking that.

Mrs. C had sandy hair and her breasts were bigger than Mom’s, but she smiled the same and seemed to really care for Deanna. I had never paid attention before, but now I noticed how my friends and their parents got along. I could see how much it mattered to Mom that I was happy.

I was a little surprised later when Deanna and I were working at the kitchen table and I had leaned over to grab something, when I realized that Mrs. C was checking out my ass. I was wearing tight shorts, the same as Deanna, so my butt looked really good. Huh, I wondered if Mrs. C liked girls? I had been totally shocked to find out Mom did, then to find out her and Aunt Jess… Well, mindblowing didn’t cover it.

I hadn’t really paid attention before, her being Deanna’s mom and all, but now it kind of gave me a kick to think she was interested in seeing me naked. I was checking her ass out later, and I think Deanna caught me doing it, so I quit.

We had pizza, which was awesome since Mom didn’t order out much. Deanna had me laughing hard enough to snort Coke up my nose, which caused her mom to laugh until she choked on her food. We were all giggling over almost laughing ourselves to death. Later, Deanna gave her mom a kiss on the cheek good night, which made me miss Mom really badly for a moment.

I pulled out a big t-shirt when we went to her room and slipped it on over my panties in the bathroom. Deanna was doing the same when I came back in, and didn’t say anything as she slipped out of her clothes before putting it on. I was a little happy to see her breasts were no bigger than mine, sad to say. It really aggravated me that total skanks at school could have great breasts, and all I had was two little pimples. Mom just smiled whenever I said that, and she really made them… uh, no.

Deanna was my height and just as skinny, making us look a lot alike most times, but her hair was much lighter. She had boy-cut panties like Mom had, something I had really developed a weird fetish for. I had looked that up, fetish, after I heard one of the girls at school saying her boyfriend had a fetish for coming on her tits. Eww.

“What caused that face?” Deanna said, as she hopped on the bed cross-legged.

I did the same. “Remembering when Kim said her boyfriend had a fetish. It was gross.”

Deanna giggled loudly, “The tits thing?” then giggled again.

I curled my nose up. “Yeah, God, that sounded disgusting.”

“Just think,” Deanna said, with another embarrassed giggle, “one day you’ll be giving your husband head every day.”

“The hell!” I said. “He’ll be giving me head every day.”

Then we both started laughing. Deanna’s mom poked her head in, then smiled at the two of us laughing and giggling on the bed before saying “What’s so funny?” that got us both almost hysterical as we stuttered and couldn’t come up with an answer.

Mrs. C got that knowing look that Mom got now when I was too embarrassed to say something, and she said, “Oh, one of those things.” She grinned then and said, “Well, no sneaking boys in the window.”

I laughed again when Deanna said, “Aw, Mom, then what are we going to do for fun?”

Mrs. C laughed as she shut the door, saying, “Sorry, Deanna, just girls tonight.”

We calmed down after a while and laid on the bed talking. Her mom had the same restrictions on her internet that my mom did, so it hardly seemed worth going online. She had a bigger bed than mine, and it was nice not having to feel squished in. I had thought about having Mom do… Uh, no, not thinking about that.

We kind of drifted to sleep with the light on about an hour later. I was lying on my back and having a half dream about spanking Mom when I woke myself up, the excitement pushing me until I came.

I was seriously embarrassed to see Deanna leaning up on her elbow watching me with a raised eyebrow. Hell, I hoped I hadn’t said anything, and I could tell my panties were wet. Mom thought it was awesome how much I came, but it was a real pain right now.

I put my hand over my eyes, “What?”

“What do you mean, ‘What?’” Deanna whispered. “Holy shit. You just had a wet dream, Amber. God, it looked hot.”

I peeked at her from under my fingers. “It’s embarrassing. Quit staring at me.”

She giggled, getting a nervous giggle back from me as she pulled on my arm until I uncovered my eyes. I knew it drove Mom crazy when I did that when I was embarrassed, but it was almost impossible to stand having someone looking at me at those times.

“No way, girl,” she said, “I’ve never had a wet dream before. You have got to tell me about it or I’ll go crazy. Hell, I thought only boys did that.”

Now I really blushed, trying to keep from hiding again as I said, “No way. God, I can’t believe that happened. I’m such a spaz.”

Deanna got a serious look. “No, really, I think it’s awesome. I’d love to be able to do that. I’ve never had an orgasm, and here you are having one in your sleep. It’s not fair.”

I giggled again at the offended tone, but then realized what she had said. “Never?”

Now she looked embarrassed, looking down as she said. “Well… no. I’ve never dated, and I know everyone watches porn on the internet, but I don’t.” Now she kind of looked a little mad as she said, “How the hell are you supposed to find anything out if your mom blocks everything?”

That got a surprised giggle again, causing her to give me an offended look, then she laughed herself at my expression.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I laughed. “It’s just… my mom has the same thing. It really pisses me off sometimes.”

We laughed for a minute at the thought of how mean our moms were because they wouldn’t let their sweet daughters watch porn, when Deanna gave me a questioning look and said, “Can you… like, come when you’re awake?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Oh!” She looked down thoughtfully, before saying, “By… well, by yourself?” She blushed as she said the last part.

I gave her a questioning look. “What, you think I’m bonking some guy? Of course, by myself. Don’t try to tell me you don’t masturbate.”

She giggled, then shrugged and said, “Well, yeah, of course, but… well, I’ve never really had an orgasm. It’ll feel sort of nice, but nothing like what I just saw you do.”

I covered my face again. “God. My friend is a Peeping Tom. I can’t believe you watched that.”

That got a full-on gigglefest going, but she returned to the subject when we stopped.

“Tell me, Amber. Come on, we’re friends, right? How do you do that?”

I was tempted to put a pillow over my face, but I remembered how frustrated I was before.

“Well… well, you just, you know, have sexy thoughts about someone, then sort of, you know…” I whispered the last part, “touch yourself.”

She looked so much like me that I almost laughed, her eyes distant as she pursed her lips in thought.
“Yeah… that doesn’t work,” she said thoughtfully. “I try to think of having guys do stuff, but it doesn’t really work.”

I nodded to myself, kind of picturing what she meant. I was doing the same thing, picturing a boy because it was wrong to do anything else.

“Well…” I said, thoughtfully. “What about when you’re not trying? What gets you hot during the day?”

She blushed, almost making me nod as I realized she did look just like me when Mom asked those kinds of questions. I could see what her problem was.

When she didn’t say anything, I said, “Well, what is it? You want me to tell you, you have to tell me.”
She lay back and put her hand over her face as she mumbled. “Well… it’s the… well, you know…” She trailed off, then whispered, “gym teacher.”

I almost giggled, but held it back. Ms. Teller was the gym teacher and she was hot. I had the hots for my teacher, and Deanna had the hots for the gym teacher. Ms. Teller was really tall, with big boobs, and was super fit. I could get behind wanting some of that.

“Okay,” I said matter of factly. “I can see that, she’s hot. So that’s who you think about?”

Deanna turned her head to look at me in surprise to say “But, she’s… well… a she.”

I did laugh then and said. “No! Really? Was it the big boobs that gave it away?” We both got to giggling again, and she relaxed a little.

“You don’t think that’s bad?” Deanna asked quietly.

“Nah. It’s a crush. We get them and it doesn’t mean we’re all lesbians or something.”

“Oh. You think about… well, girls?”

“Sure,” I said truthfully. “I was actually dreaming about one, but I’m not going to tell you who it was, so don’t ask.”

“Oh,” she muttered again. We laid there for a while as she thought about it, then said, “That’s good, I was afraid I was… well, gay or something.”

I leaned up on my elbow to look at her seriously. “It wouldn’t bother me if you were, Deanna, but we’re only fourteen for Christ’s sake, we haven’t even dated. It’s probably too early to decide that, at least until you’ve been on a date.”

“I guess,” she said slowly. “You don’t think… mas… masturbating while thinking about girls will make you gay?”

I giggled, “If so, I’m going to be so gay one day.”

She laughed out loud, then covered her mouth as she turned to face me, laughing hard enough to cry. I had never had this much fun with a friend before, even if it was about embarrassing stuff.

We laid there for a while, sort of chatting sleepily, when she said, “How do you… you know… do it?”

I blinked awake and looked at her hard, realizing for the first time that she might be pushing for something. It seemed silly now after talking about masturbating and lesbian crushes, but it hadn’t occurred to me that she might want to do some stuff.

“It’s hard to explain, Deanna,” I said. “It’s, like, something you get one day, then always know how to do.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “I’ve been, well trying for a long time.”

I leaned up on my elbow again and looked at her. She gave me a quizzical grin until I said, “I can show you, if you promise not to hate me or think I’m weird.”

She blinked, then said, “Well, I wouldn’t think that anyway, but how would showing me do anything?”

“I could do to you what I do to myself, then you’ll understand and be able to do it,” I said softly.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “Really? You would do that for me?”

I shrugged and said, “Yeah. I guess. If it will help.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, then said “I’d like you to do it, and I promise I won’t hate you.”

Thinking for a moment, I finally nodded and slid over. “Lay on your side and close your eyes.”

Putting an arm over her, letting my hand rest on her stomach, I propped my head up so it was next to hers. “I’ll describe a sexy scene, then touch you as I do it. Just relax and picture what I’m saying. If you come, do it quietly, I don’t want your mom to wake up.”

She nodded eagerly, then waited with her eyes closed.

“Ms. Teller has you stay after school one day, wanting to talk with you about your grades and effort in class. She leads you to her office and shuts and locks the door when you go in. She’s wearing her gym outfit, those tight shorts and that blue t-shirt that shows her tits.”

I start rubbing Deanna’s tummy, sort of sliding the t-shirt up as I do it.

“She has you stand in front of her as she looks up at you from her chair and tells you that you need to work harder if you want better grades. You tell her, ‘Yes, ma’am’ and ask what you need to do. Ms. Teller leans forward and puts her hand on your hip and asks if you’re willing to do some extra credit work.” My hand sort of slides under the t-shirt to start stroking her skin, getting a soft sigh from her.

“When you nod, her hand runs down and strokes your ass for a moment,” I say as I do just that, letting my hand touch her ass, then slide around to rest on her belly button.

“You can see Ms. Teller’s nipples through her t-shirt as she asks if you’re willing to do anything she says. When you say ‘Yes’, her hand moves to your front and cups your pussy.” Deanna moaned harshly as my hand slid down and cupped her mound. Her panties were damp already, so I figured she would manage an orgasm tonight.

“Her hand sort of massages your pussy through your shorts as she watches you, then she asks if she can do anything to you. When you nod, she stands up and moves behind you, cupping your breasts as she kisses your neck.” I do both, sliding my hand up to squeeze her breast, and planting a soft kiss on her neck. Deanna is panting quickly, letting out another moan as my hand squeezes her.

“Ms. Teller slides her hand down, then slips it into your shorts and panties, then you feel her fingers touch your wet pussy lips.” I do the same, slipping my hand into her panties and letting a finger slide between her soaked outer lips.

Deanna came at that point, letting out a quiet, but high pitched whistling sound. Her pussy did like mine and squirted my hand as she pushed her pussy against it. I held her tight, and she groaned a little louder as she squirted again and her body sort of undulated against mine.

She was gasping when it was over, letting out little moans every now and then. I let her lie back, and began licking my fingers clean as she watched. She tasted really good, sort of like me. Mom tasted totally different, but I really loved how she tasted… uh, better not go there.

When I was done, I lay down next to Deanna, watching as she sort of panted for a while, then I must have fallen asleep.

I grimaced when I woke up and realized the room smelled like sex, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that. Deanna was smiling at me, and when I opened my eyes said, “Wow, that was great, thanks.”

I shrugged and said, “Sure. It was fun, and you sure make a mess.”

We kind of staggered out of bed and looked at the mess we had made. She shrugged like I had and said, “Mom’s already at work, so we have a couple of hours to clean up.”

“Work?” I was surprised that she worked on Saturday.

Deanna looked a little sad. “Yeah. When Dad died three years ago, Mom went back to work. It was pretty hard at first, but she says if she makes VP this year, she can spend more time with me.”

“Wow, that sucks.”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “I feel bad for Mom, and try to help, but she’s been working sixty-hour weeks for the last year. I offered to get a job, but she just cried and hugged me.”

I nodded, picturing what she meant. Mom would have done the same thing. “You think she’ll get married again?”

Deanna got the strangest look and said, “No… no. I don’t think so.”

When I raised an eyebrow she blushed and looked down for a moment.

“Well… you know I asked about… you know, being a lesbian?” I shrugged and nodded. “Well, I saw… well, Mom and a… a woman… sort of, well, kissing one night. So wondered if I might be… well…” Then she petered out.

I shook my head. “I don’t think it works like that. Your mom might just be having sex with a woman because it’s nicer or something. She had you, so she must be okay with guys. It’s probably just that she gets horny and doesn’t want to deal with guys.”

Deanna giggled, then said, “How did you get so wise all of a sudden?”

I grinned. “My Aunt Jess is gay, and I didn’t know it until recently. My mom tried to explain how it works like that sometimes and how it might take a while to figure out.”

“Wow, really?” Deanna said. “That’s so cool that you can talk about that.”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “Mom is the best.”

When we stripped down she saw my shaved pussy and got bug-eyed. I shrugged it off, but could tell she really wanted to know why I had it like that. I told her to look around the gym showers one day, half the girls were shaved.

“Why?” she asked.

I gave her an intent look, trying to force her to think about it. She really was innocent about things because she was totally lost. I sighed and mumbled, “No hair to get in your… teeth.”

She blinked in surprise, then stared at my pussy for a moment. That got her to blush when she realized I was watching her. “Sorry… sorry,” she mumbled. “It’s just… just not something I thought you… you know… had ever done.”

I looked at her seriously, trying to decide what to say, finally pulling her down on the bed to sit as I said, “Will it bother you if I had?”

She looked at me for a moment, before she realized what I meant, and I could tell by her expression she was hurt that I even thought that, “No, of course not.”

“It’s hard to tell, and I don’t want you hating me,” I said, “but I’ve had, well, sex with… you know… a girl.”

“Oh,” Deanna breathed softly. “Oh, my God,” she muttered, then looked at me. “Here I’ve been worried you would hate me if I said I liked girls, and you were worried I would hate you.” Then she giggled.

I had to laugh too, and we did that for a little while until Deanna said, “Would you… can we… I mean…”

She was blushing fiercely, but I could see her nipples standing up and realized what she was asking. I canted my head at her, wondering if it would be wrong. “Do things together?”

She nodded quickly, then looked down again.

“I don’t really want to have a girlfriend, Deanna. I’d rather be friends.”

That got her to look up quickly as she said, “Oh, no… I don’t want to be like that. I just wanted to… well, do it with someone, you know.”

I looked at her for a moment, then leaned in and gave her a kiss. She didn’t react until I was about to pull back, then she put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me back. I don’t think she had ever kissed anyone like that, but really got into it. When my tongue moved between her lips she jerked a little, then leaned in and opened her lips. After a while she started using hers to taste me back.

When I leaned back her face was flushed and her pupils were dilated. Her lips were a little swollen from all the kissing, but she was panting with excitement.

“Shower,” I said, holding out my hand.

She nodded, taking my hand and letting me lead her to it. I stopped in front of the sink and stood behind her as I pulled her t-shirt off. She looked at us as I leaned in and let my hands reach around and begin caressing her stomach and breasts. They were just as small as mine, but really nice feeling in my hands.

We both were still covered with our own cum, so when she was moaning softly, I stopped and stripped before stepping into the tub. I waved for her to do the same, admiring the wispy blonde hair around her pussy as she did so. With the shower started I took the gel and began using my hands to wash her clean.

When I ran a finger down her ass crack, she squealed, then let out a loud groan. I lathered and rinsed her pussy clean, then turned her to face me. I gave her a kiss, then slid to my knees in front of her as she gasped, then pushed my face into her pussy. She squealed again in shock, but that very quickly turned to loud moans as my tongue moved between her lips. I wanted to do this quickly since I didn’t know what time her mom would be home and it was Saturday. Mom would be waiting. I groaned at the thought.

I did everything Mom had taught me, licking and probing, sliding my tongue along her clit, but didn’t use any fingers. Deanna lasted all of two minutes before putting one hand on the wall and the other on my head and came. She let out a long yell of “Yes” and squirted my face and mouth. I did like Mom and swallowed what I could, but kept my lips lightly on her clit. She continued like that for a surprising amount of time before sliding to a sitting position in front of me.

I kissed her, letting her taste herself, then helped her to her feet. “That’s what it’s like. I have to get home, but we can do that whenever you want.”

She was smiling in a dazed fashion, but helped wash me, paying special attention to my breasts and ass.
Mom picked me up at nine, and I was ready to go, my breasts very clean, and Deanna looking very bright-eyed. I was starting to get twitchy, trying to keep my mind off… things.

I gave Deanna a hug when I left and she whispered “Thanks,” in my ear.

Continue on to Chapter 2