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Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 8
Several days passed, and Becky had been thinking of her fun with Kelli ever since the time she had gone to the teenager’s house and gotten naked with the older girl. She wanted to have more fun, but Kelli hadn’t been home the past couple of days. She spoke to one of the girls who lived next door to Kelli, and the girl — she thought her name was Lana or Laura — said Kelli and Kate had gone out of town on a family emergency, but they would be back soon.
“Why you wanna see Kelli?” the girl asked, looking suspicious that a nine-year-old like Becky would be looking for a fourteen-year-old.
“She loaned me a quarter the other day and I wanna pay her back,” Becky said. Becky loved old movies about gangsters, and she had heard that line used to explain why someone was being looked for a hundred times, at least. Of course, in the movies it was a lot more than twenty-five cents, but she knew if she said a big amount, the older girl would know she was lying.
Becky went back home, feeling very horny for a girl who had only learned about orgasms just a few days before. She had heard about them, but she had never actually had one until Kelli licked her coochie. She remembered that Kelli said she should call it her pussy, but Becky still called it her coochie in her own mind. Becky wanted Kelli to lick her there again, not to mention how she wanted to lick Kelli this time, but now Kelli was out of town. Disappointed and sexually frustrated for the first time in her life, she trudged home, where Tanya, her sixteen-year-old sister was in charge of watching her.
When Becky walked into her house, a memory struck her, and she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before. She had caught her sister Tanya touching her own coochie before, even though Tanya had no idea she had been caught with her hand on her privates. She wondered if she could somehow get Tanya interested in playing around like that with her. She might even be able to get Tanya to lick her. She might even get to lick Tanya in return!
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Tanya Borden lay on her bed, wishing she didn’t have to keep an eye on her bratty little sister. Her mom treated her like a slave, making her do the babysitting instead of hiring someone to do the onerous job. Tanya was especially upset that her mom didn’t give her one fucking dime to babysit. “I put a roof over your head and food in your stomach. That should be enough,” her mom had said. The bitch! How would she like it if her boss at her office said, “I provide you a place to get away from your kids for a day, so you don’t get paid because that should be enough”?
At least Becky didn’t sit around the house all day and mope or watch TV or something. She was an outdoor girl and spent most of her time playing outside, usually alone since the cretin was unable to have friends or something. Tanya had friends, but they weren’t allowed to come over during the day because her bitch of a mom said no friends allowed. “You and your sister can entertain each other,” her mom had said when she’d complained about not being able to have any fun while watching the little twerp.
So, instead of having friends over to talk about guys, she had to talk to them on the phone. The only problem with that was that if ‘her highness’ walked in to demand a snack or anything else, Tanya had to end the call because what she talked about with her friends was not for her sister’s ears. Hell, it wasn’t for any nine-year-old’s ears. Either they were talking about guys and sex or just sex. Becky didn’t know shit about that stuff, and the way her mom protected the little witch, she probably wouldn’t know anything about it until she was forty or something.
As she lay there that morning having a silent hissy fit about her unpaid job, a thought crossed her mind. It had been rolling around in her brain for about a week, but now it was starting to become an obsession. What if she taught that little shit, Becky, about sex? It would serve her mom right if her little angel learned about sex at such an age. When Tanya was nine, she only knew you peed out of your pussy. Oh, sure, she’d managed to discover that certain pressures and touches felt good, but that was all. She had no fucking idea what to do about it. It wasn’t until a friend had told her about online porn when she was ten that Tanya got curious and went looking for some of it to satisfy her curiosity. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. She had indeed managed a shit-load of satisfaction from the online treasures she found.
First there were stories out there by the millions. At first, all of them turned her on just because they — and the feelings she got from them — were new to her. Then she realized there were certain stories that turned her on more than others. Then she began seeking stories by certain authors because their writing was better than that of most of the other writers.
Then, just last week, she had found the mother lode. She had read stories like these before and was quite surprised they turned her on. She had no idea why they did; they just did. The realization made her feel rather pervy. She encountered the first of them at a site called nifty.org. Then she discovered a few other sites through links, but when she found this one site a week ago yesterday, she had been forced to admit that if this stuff really did turn her on as much as it had, then she would just have to accept that she was a perv. Or maybe she was more normal than she knew and that people just never admitted how they felt about such things.
The site she had found the week before was called Juicy Secrets. The stories were about girls having sex with other girls, but it was more than that. She had found that most of the stories involved incest, which was pervy enough, but they also involved little girls. It was pedo stuff, but with women and older girls having sex with the younger ones instead of men.
At first, she thought about how the girls in the stories were all much more in tune with their bodies than real girls their age, deciding that was why they called it fantasy. Then Tanya had read some of the comments from some of the readers, as well as some of the authors. Apparently, there were a lot of girls who had learned about sex and orgasms at a young age. She had begun corresponding with one of the authors and an owner of the site, Cheryl Taggert, who told her that yes, she had actually discovered those ‘good feelings’ when she was little. Very little, in fact, like only four.
Tanya had been forced to admit her secret fantasy to herself. She still liked guys and enjoyed sex with them on occasion. But what really had started to turn her on was the idea of having sex with a little girl. A little girl who was willing and eager to do the things she thought about.
The sixteen-year-old had enjoyed girl-girl sex, but always with friends her own age. She and Marcia Daniels had even allowed a couple of boys they liked to watch them together. It was kinky and fun until the boys wanted to horn in on what they were doing. That was when they made a pact never to let a boy watch them again.
Now, she began to wonder if Becky would do stuff like that with her if she taught her about it. She knew the twerp wouldn’t tell, even if she didn’t want to do it, because she knew what kind of a living hell the house would be if their mom found out that Tanya had even attempted such a thing.
As Tanya lay there that morning, images began to crowd her brain. She saw herself talking Becky into messing around, getting the little imp naked with her, and having her baby sister lick her pussy, which was rapidly demanding some attention. She wondered what it would be like to lick Becky’s bald pussy. She had seen it before, of course. They rarely worried about brief flashes of nudity as they traveled from taking a bath to their bedrooms, not even their mother, whom the girls saw naked nearly every day since she kept her bedroom door open while she got ready for work each morning after her shower. Not only that, they had only one bathroom, and female nudity was fairly common in the hallway that led from the bathroom to each of the bedrooms.
Until recently, her naked sister never turned her on. Now, it seemed to be all she could think about. Since discovering the Juicy Secrets website, fantasies involving Becky had increased in frequency. This morning they were the only thing she could think about. She had even stopped being so pissed at her mom. Yes, she saw seducing Becky as pay-back at her mom for making her watch her sister all the time, but it was also very enticing. When she felt a sudden, wet throbbing in her pussy, she realized it was more than enticing. It was becoming damn near a necessity.
Tanya was wearing gym shorts that morning, along with her panties and a midriff t-shirt. Reaching down, she squeezed her pussy, feeling the electricity shooting through the excited flesh. She glanced at her bedside clock, which showed 8:27 a.m. Becky had left the house just a short time ago. She had knocked on Tanya’s bedroom door and said she was going out to play, and that meant she wouldn’t be home for at least another hour or two, depending on when she decided she wanted a snack.
Tanya grasped the waistband of her gym shorts and peeled them down. Then hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her cotton panties, she tugged them over her butt and hips and off. Then she lifted the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. She noticed Becky had left her bedroom door slightly ajar when she had left to go outside, but Tanya decided not to worry about it. Becky wouldn’t be home until well after she finished coming. In fact she felt she would have time for a shower and a phone call to Marcia by the time her little sister came back home.
She had plenty of time. She might come four or five times before getting out of bed, though she usually stopped at two — three at the most.
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Becky thought about Tanya as she quietly entered the house. She wondered if Tanya had fallen back to sleep. She would do that sometimes, and the house was completely quiet, so naturally, Becky assumed her sister was still in bed.
She wondered how she should get her sister interested in sex. It wasn’t as if she could just walk up to her and say, “Kelli, that girl down the block, taught me about orgasms. You wanna give me one?” She had no idea how to bring up the subject of sex. She sat on the sofa and thought about it for several minutes. She wondered if she could confess to catching Tanya touching herself but decided against that idea since that might only make Tanya mad.
Then she came upon a plan that might work. Maybe she could tell her that someone she knew had told her about sex and touching and so she was coming to her big sister to find out what was true about it.
Becky smiled, rose from the sofa, and tip-toed down the hall to Tanya’s bedroom door. The carpet helped hide the sound of her footsteps as she approached the partially open door. Just as she was about to knock softly, she heard something that made her freeze, her hand less than an inch from making contact with the door. She felt her mouth drop open.
She heard Tanya whimper. She could have thought it was Tanya crying about something, but Tanya rarely cried anymore. Also, the sound was now familiar to Becky. She had heard that same sort of whimpering from Kelli when she was about to have an orgasm. It also sounded like Tanya that time she had caught her sister touching her coochie.
Becky felt confused, aroused, and lucky, all at the same time. She wondered what she should do now that Tanya was doing stuff to herself, which led to the confusion. Her arousal was due to the fact Tanya was masturbating on the other side of the partially open door, and she felt lucky because the idea that Tanya was already turned on somehow made what she had to do easier. For a moment, she wondered if she should just walk in and catch her, but she decided against that idea. Just like confessing to catching her before, catching her now could just make Tanya mad.
Becky decided to stick to her original plan. The difference now was that she was aware that Tanya was already horny and wanting an orgasm. Becky hoped that would give her an advantage. Taking a deep breath and doing her best to make her pussy calm down, she knocked gently on the door.
Except that her knock was a little too gentle. Tanya didn’t even seem to notice it. She took another breath and knocked again, more forcefully this time.
“What?!” Tanya said.
“Can I come in?” Becky asked.
She heard some scrambling on the bed, followed by Tanya saying, “Uh, sure. Okay.”
Becky walked in and immediately knew Tanya was naked under the covers of her bed. Her big sister was holding the covers up nearly to her chin in an effort to cover as much of herself as possible.
As soon as she crossed the threshold of the door, Tanya said, “Yeah? What is it?”
“I — uh — needed to talk to you ’bout something.”
Tanya heaved a heavy sigh and said, “What? And make it quick.”
“Well, uh,” Becky began then wondered if she could go through with it. She continued, “Uh, well, I mean, I was, uh–”
“Jeez, Becky! Either say what you need to say or go away. I’m busy!”
Becky felt her cheeks beginning to burn. She turned to leave but stopped herself. Her teacher had told her she needed to be more assertive, explaining what the word meant, and this was, after all, her sister. Tanya might hate her, but this would not make her hate her any more than she already did. She decided at the last second to take the more direct route.
“I know what it is you’re doing.”
Tanya stared at Becky. How could she know? She’s just nine. Then Tanya realized her little sister might know more than she thought. That erotica author Cheryl did at age nine.
“What was I doing?” Tanya asked in an accusatory tone.
“You were playing with your coochie.” There, thought Becky. That was assertive.
Tanya stared at Becky, wondering what to say next. After a beat, she said, “How would you know that?”
“I just know.” Becky didn’t want to involve anyone else in this conversation if she could help it, and explaining how she knew might require mentioning Kelli.
“Were you spying?”
“No. I’ve just–”
“Just what?” Tanya asked, wondering where the fuck this was going.
“I’ve seen you doing it before — and heard you.” There, the cat was out of the bag now. “And I heard you when I walked up to your bedroom door just now.”
Tanya squinted at her little sister. “When did you see me before?”
“A while back,” Becky answered. “I don’t remember what day or anything. It was a couple of weeks ago, I think.”
“You didn’t tell Mom, did you?”
“Of course not. She’d hit the roof.”
Tanya wasn’t sure what her mom would do exactly since she had to know most girls masturbate. Hell, even her mom might since she was still a healthy young woman and had no man in her life, or woman for that matter. Tanya mostly didn’t want the embarrassment of her mom knowing it for certain.
“Well, thanks for that. Anyway, since you know what I was doing, maybe you know I want to get back to it, so what did you want to ask me?”
“Actually,” Becky said and swallowed hard. “I was kinda hoping you might, uh, let me watch.”
“Watch?” Was Becky saying what Tanya thought she was saying?
“Yeah. You see, well, I — uh — I get to feeling like that too.”
Tanya immediately thought of Cheryl Taggert, who had discovered sexual stimulation at age four. Then the older girl realized this was tantamount to a dream come true. If Becky was wanting to watch her, maybe she was willing to . . . do more.
Tanya said, “You feel horny sometimes, too?”
“Yeah.”
Tanya glanced around the room, as if something might be written somewhere to advise her how to go about this. Then she looked at Becky. “Are you — horny right now?”
Becky nodded.
“Well, um, I’m, uh, naked,” Tanya said, blushing. Each word felt like a paragraph all its own.
Be assertive! Becky thought and said, “Can I see?”
“You promise you won’t tell?”
“I promise.”
“Not anybody,” Tanya said.
“Sure.” Becky’s eyes were glued to the covers. She had seen Tanya naked many times before, and it surprised her that for some reason this felt different. She was so used to seeing Tanya naked, she could draw her in the nude from memory if she had that talent. This time, though, it felt entirely different. The thought of seeing Tanya naked now gave her goosebumps. She felt twinges in her coochie at the thought of it.
“Okay,” Tanya said, and pulled the covers back, exposing her naked body to her little sister’s gaze. Becky’s focus floated over her sister’s body, landing on the girl’s pubes. She noticed that the inner labia, which were slightly visible, were shiny, reddish pink and wet. This made her remember Kelli’s coochie from a few days before.
“How do you touch yourself?” Becky asked, the inflections indicating she touched her own pussy as well.
Tanya reached down and began to massage her clit softly, wanting to make this last, especially if this might lead to fulfilling her fantasy.
Becky continued to stare at Tanya. I’m watching my sister do herself, she thought. And she’s letting me watch. The thought excited Becky, and she crossed her legs where she stood, pinching them together to stimulate her coochie.
Tanya noticed Becky’s movements and said, “Why don’t you come over here where you can see it better?”
Becky seemed to leap upon her sister’s bed, moving down to where she could see what Tanya was doing to get the most from her touches.
Before she got too involved to be able to do more than come, Tanya stopped for a moment and said, “Why don’t you get undressed too?”
“Are you sure?”
Tanya smiled. “Absolutely.”
Becky stood up and shucked her clothes. She stood before her big sister, totally naked, but now naked in a way she never had been before. She was now horny and naked. And that made a world of difference.
She jumped back on the bed and watched as Tanya once again began massaging her coochie. After a moment, she said, “Paula Franklin says sometimes people lick and kiss coochies.”
Tanya froze, wondering if she hadn’t gone to sleep and this was just a dream. Starting back again with her masturbation, she said, “Yeah. She’s right. They do.”
“Have you ever done that? Licked a girl’s coochie?”
Tanya thought, in for a penny. . . . “Well, you promise never to tell?”
“I said I did before.”
“Well, that has to go for everything.”
“It does.”
“Then, yes. As a matter of fact, I have.”
“Do you like it?”
This was too good to be true! Tanya wondered if she was dreaming. “Yes.”
“You wanna lick mine? I’ll lick yours!” Tanya almost laughed, thinking how Becky said it as if she would have to reciprocate to get Tanya to lick her pussy. She wouldn’t have to do that, of course, but she certainly wouldn’t turn it down.
For her part, Becky, who had never licked or kissed a coochie before, had been thinking about it ever since Kelli had licked her pussy to her first orgasm and wanted desperately to try it. She had licked Kelli’s fingers after they were coated with the older girl’s juices, and she had since decided she absolutely loved the taste and wanted to lick a coochie herself.
“Do you know what a sixty-nine is?”
“No, what?”
“It’s when one person lies on top of another person with their faces toward each other’s pussies — or at least it would be with two girls — and they lick each other there.”
“You wanna do that?” Becky asked.
“Sure, babe. Lie face down on top of me with your head at my puss.”
Becky did as instructed and stared at the wet pussy before her. She’d done it! Tanya was going to lick her while she licked Tanya. And it had been so easy, it was almost as if Tanya had wanted to do it as much as she did.
Becky bent her head to lick her sister’s coochie. Tanya’s flavor was different from the brief taste Becky had had when she licked Kelli’s finger, but only slightly so. Tanya’s fluids were delicious and warmer than the taste she’d had of Kelli’s, probably because it had been outside the girl’s coochie for a while when she had licked Kelli’s cream-covered finger.
This, however, was like warm honey. Becky savored the flavor and wondered if she could ever get enough of it.
Tanya couldn’t believe how easy this had been. It was as if some force had seen to it that her dream became a reality. She molded her mouth to her baby sister’s pussy, flicking the nine-year-old’s clit with her tongue. Becky bucked her hips as her big sister brought her nearer to an orgasm with each swipe of her tongue.
Soon, Tanya began to come, her moans and screams muffled by Becky’s pussy. Soon after Tanya reached her climax, Becky entered her own, the second of her young sex life. The child bucked up and down and side-to-side, grinding out the orgasm as it slammed through her. It was much better than the one with Kelli, and she wondered why that was.
As she and Tanya lay beside each other, caressing the softness of the other, Becky asked about it, saying she had only had one other orgasm but that this one was much better.
“Your first is sort of a training experience,” Tanya said. “As you have more and more, they get better and better.”
“Oh,” Becky said, and lay there continuing to stroke her sister while basking in the afterglow of sex.
“Were you masturbating when you had your first one?”
Without thinking, Becky said, “No, Kelli was lick–” Her eyes widened in shock that she had accidentally told about what she and Kelli had done. She stared at Tanya.
“You can’t tell! Swear you won’t!” Becky said, near tears.
“Of course, I won’t, babe. Who am I to go telling on someone like that?” Tanya, whose attitude toward her baby sister had changed drastically in the past hour, held Becky close and kissed her on the head, soothing her and calming her. “Don’t cry, baby. I won’t tell. I promise.”
“Okay. Thanks.” Becky sniffled as the tears began to dry up.
“I do want to meet with Kelli, though. That sounds like fun.”
Becky grinned up at her big sister. “Okay, but let me talk to her first. She’s not home now, but she should be back soon. They’re out of town on a family emergency.”
“That’s cool, hon. Until then, we still have each other, right?”
Becky’s grin grew bigger. “Right.”
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Ann and Una, Chapter 6
By Una
When summer came, I joined Ann in Edinburgh. I’d hadn’t seen my sister since Christmas. It had been more than a year since we had “been together,” a euphemism she used for our sisterly intimacy. On that occasion, our lovemaking had been hurried. It was as though we were both frightened of — yet we couldn’t do without.
Our strong emotional attachment was still there, but we were growing apart. We had different friends, were separated by hundreds of miles as we studied, and our passionate trysts were confined to clandestine embraces, a few stolen kisses and hurried fumblings whenever we were out of Mother’s sight.
The only chance we had to be together was at home, whenever we returned for Christmas or Easter. The last contact that had satisfied us both had been in Ann’s bedroom, where she stood with her back to the door, leaning on it in case Mother chose to enter. Fully clothed, we kissed hungrily, hands fumbling under our clothing until we reached and fondled the moist centres of each other’s passion.
That night, as Ann and I sat with our parents for the last dinner we would share for another few months, I wondered about my sanity. What was it that made me so desperate in my craving for the pleasures I got from embracing and kissing my sister?
Why did her touch thrill me like nothing else? Why did every stroke of my finger in her wetness etch itself in my memory, so that when in those half-asleep moments in bed, when reaching into my inner being for comfort, it was Ann’s wetness I felt, not my own? Why, when I took myself to the summit of satisfaction, was it always Ann who I dreamed of — lying beside me in my lonely bed, her fingers magically turning my raised legs to jelly as she plumbed the sinful depths of my soul?
I had a boyfriend, of sorts. Other girls envied me. Sean was attractive, the life and soul of any party — and he had money, or his father had. At least that was the myth at that time.
He was also sexually undemanding, which I found his biggest attraction. We could go to the cinema, and I wouldn’t be harassed by his wandering hand. He would sit in my flat for ages, talking to Judith and I — and never attempt to entice me into bed. Even when we were alone in the flat, he seemed indifferent to such things.
Later, I discovered that far from being a gentleman and respecting my person, he was a repressed gay. For all the time we were a couple, he never got up the courage to explore intimacy with a man, so far as I know. He simply avoided all sex.
I needed far more than Sean was capable of giving. I got fed up trying to excite him — soon relying on pleasuring myself in times of need, which was most nights. It wasn’t possible to touch myself without a picture of my sister Ann appearing. Oh, I’d fight it, and try to conjure up some lustful fantasy of a virile, handsome man to stimulate my brain and arouse my body.
But always, always, memories of my adventures with Ann would appear, until I finally had to surrender and allow myself to enjoy them. Sometimes they were highly erotic, other times they were mental snapshots of my sister’s nakedness, of the parts of her that made me shiver to recall. The gentle slope of Ann’s back, the curve of her hips, the creamy globes that were her breasts.
I’d see us both, giggling conspiratorially as we pleasured ourselves, staring intently into each other’s eyes, seeing the blissful thoughts reflected there until, with barely audible sighs, we would both ascend to our peaks — sharing a secret moment of satisfaction.
These images would intrude as I struggled to concentrate on some more acceptable daydream. But as a finger moved among my folds, the picture would be replaced by one of Ann emerging from the bathroom, topless, tight knickers silhouetting the rift valley along her mound. It was a vision that never failed to grant me the sweet release of orgasm.
Ann was on a five-year course in Edinburgh. Now 22, she had settled in well. It looked as though she would live permanently in Scotland upon graduation. I missed her desperately. We’d been so close at one time. I missed her sisterly comfort and affection, but most of all I missed our forbidden love.
During our late teens, our secret romance had waxed, then waned. Looking back, it’s clear that both of us felt that we should leave behind the carnal part of our relationship — the sly touching, the clandestine looks, the forbidden embraces, the mutual masturbation.
Invariably, when I lay with Ann, glowing in the aftermath of our lovemaking, guilt and fear would well up in my mind. Ann’s hunger for me was huge. I worried that she would be unable to have a family relationship later in life — a husband and children. I didn’t want her to rely on only me for love, for satisfaction.
I was different, I felt. I could marry Sean, and still retain my secret longing for Ann. I couldn’t marry my sister, but I was happy to imagine her face, to smell her excitement, to remember the warmth of her naked body against mine as I drifted off to sleep, face down, a comforting pillow tucked between my thighs.
I’d sit with my boyfriend for hours in his car looking out to sea, occasionally kissing, sometimes even petting. All the while, my mind would be filled with sexual thoughts of Ann. I’d see us in some exotic setting — kissing, hugging, fondling, using fingers and mouths to gratify each other.
These thoughts were on my mind as I hung up the phone and noticed that I was breathless. Ann had just told me that her housemates were going to a festival. She would be alone for the weekend. Making my way into the bedroom, I took down a suitcase and began to pack. I had to be there, with my sister.
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Ann greeted me in prim, sisterly fashion — a warm hug, a kiss on the cheek, an inquiry about my flight, and the offer of coffee. We sat in the kitchen, catching up with the latest news and gossip.
Later, she showed me around the house. It was huge compared with the dingy little flat I shared with Judith. The bathroom was delightful, if a little untidy. But it was Ann’s bedroom that thrilled me most. It was large and airy, with a big bay window and a double bed.
We stood awkwardly for a moment in the centre of the room. She didn’t need to tell me that I would be sleeping there. Although there were spare beds, I knew that was what she wanted, and what I wanted.
I turned to her, and our eyes met. Love and desire were there to see in Ann’s gaze, as well as the sweet dark fire of lust.
Wrapping both arms around my sister’s neck, I drew her mouth to mine. My tongue entered her like a lance. Her hands cradled my face between them as she responded to my kiss with a hunger so intense that it felt like fury.
Our breasts were pressed tightly together as we thrust against each other. Then her hands were on my arse, raising the back of the new skirt I’d bought to wear for her until my knickers were exposed. She slipped a hand beneath the front of them, her fingers seeking and finding my sex.
I felt a finger press against the soft, wet warmth between my legs. Then Ann flung her head back and laughed — not the soft, girly giggle which used to mark our secret touchings, but a loud guffaw of unrestrained mirth.
I freed my arms from about her neck and she stepped back. Smacking me playfully on the backside, she said, “You’re a dirty bitch, Una. Your cunt is dripping!”
To which I replied, “It was you doing the fingering, sister!”
We were still laughing as we went downstairs to eat the meal Ann had prepared. My ankles seemed to have wings. I couldn’t remember when I’d last been so happy. Ann and I were going to sleep together for the first time since I was about sixteen.
We’d had our moments since then, of course: but they were mere passing flights of passion, stolen moments in unsatisfactory surroundings, when we lived in fear of discovery and wrestled with the torments of guilt.
A stranger would have known from our babbling over dinner how excited we were. We pretended, to each other and ourselves, that we were two sisters who hadn’t met for ages, having a leisurely meal. But it was hard to pretend — my beetroot cheeks and lobster-pink neck were giveaways. Ann knew me well enough to read the signs. Thankfully, she could not see the other clue to my lustful anticipation: the uncomfortably hot moisture between my thighs.
I needed a shower and an early night. I said so as I laid my fork and knife to one side.
Ann agreed. I ignored the way she was twirling one finger around another, trying not to look directly at me — a sure signs that her libido had gone into overdrive. I knew how she felt down there. I’d felt that warm, hidden puddle before, many times. Especially right then.
I offered to do the dishes. She wouldn’t hear of it. She offered a dressing gown. I told her it wasn’t necessary. I was hoping she’d join me in the shower. The thought of that was thrilling, but she didn’t.
After drying myself, I padded barefoot across the big room and sat at the dressing table fixing my long hair for bed. Ann arrived, fussed about, asked if I needed anything. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell her about going to bed with my flatmate Judith. I wanted to say to her, Yes, by Christ, I need a fuck. But I didn’t. This was not the time or the place. I would choose my moment in bed.
She asked about Charlie, my stuffed toy panda. In a moment of madness when I was about fifteen, I’d told her how I pleasured myself with Charlie — lying in bed, face down, his leg stuck between mine as I thrust. At the time, she’d laughed: a superior, big-sister sort of laugh.
Now Ann was teasing me about Charlie. I suspected that it made her feel better about her own passionate hunger. I gave a snort of laughter and called her an old bitch. It was a term of endearment, but I knew she didn’t like to be reminded that she was the older sister, even if it was only by two years. My sister would never be a teen again, but then neither would I.
The bed was crisply fresh. Cool linen sheets. They smelled newly laundered. I knew that Ann had prepared them for my visit. She’d left out a three-quarters-length traditional cotton nightie — for appearance’s sake, I supposed. We were still playing girlish games, pretending each time we made love that we weren’t having sex, merely indulging in a unique game we’d invented during childhood.
I climbed into her bed naked, smiling at the very thought of wearing a nightie.
I was almost asleep when she came to bed. The tiredness from a long day and the flight had me exhausted. I watched from under drooping lids as she undressed. It was like old times. Sharing a room, sharing a bed, sharing love with my sister.
But things had changed since we were children. Ann’s shape was different, the fuller figure of a mature woman — hips wider, buttocks broader. When she removed her bra and faced me, I could see that the high, perfect spheres had been replaced by two pear-shaped breasts. They were still small enough to belong to a fourteen-year-old, but they had lost their pyramid shape.
Who cares? I thought. They are part of Ann, an intimate, wonderful part of my sister.
Keeping her knickers on, Ann slipped into bed beside me. I took her into my arms, starved for her embrace. We kissed; a subdued, sisterly kiss. I was breathless with excitement, instantly wanting more.
Her hand was on my back — tenderly stroking me, as a mother would her baby. We kissed again, our lips parting, just a little at first.
Oh, my God. Ann’s hand had slipped down to my bare bum, and she was caressing it in the most indescribable way. Her thigh ground steadily against my crotch, making my nectar flow.
I was lost in a world of helpless lust. How could I have forgotten how sweet, how perfect this was? Why had I allowed what I had with Ann to fall by the wayside?
I’d had enough of these gentle kisses. My lips parted like a wild animal about to devour its prey. I bit her lower lip, then plunged my tongue deep into her mouth.
She responded by thrusting into my mound, moving her thigh so my cleft was parted, then closed, then parted again. The most wonderful sensations rolled over me, like an ocean wave lifting, carrying me away, tossing my quivering body hither and thither.
My hand was between Ann’s legs — cupping her, pushing against the warm moistness of her gusset. I wriggled a finger lower, seeking to part her, to open her inner sanctum to my probing. The humidity of her sex was soooo… arousing. It was as though my finger had been wrapped in a warm, soaking washcloth.
We thrashed about, turning, twisting — Ann on top, then me, then her again, like two cats fighting. We were struggling to get her wet knickers off, me tugging at one side, she at the other. Never had so much energy been spent trying to roll a pair of light cotton panties down a woman’s thighs. We were giggling, laughing in our frantic haste, the two of us almost hysterical.
She had no sooner kicked them off her ankles than I took charge. Kneeling alongside, I parted her raised knees. We had fallen silent. Ann sensed that what we used to call the Sacred Kiss was about to happen again for the first time in years.
I lowered my head until it was between her legs, kissing one thigh and then the other. She shivered. Delicious. I could smell her need, that wonderful musky fragrance so like my own, a natural scent I recalled from our earliest days.
I teased her. I wanted to tease her — as she’d done to me many times when she was Big Sister, the one who had to be obeyed. I licked to one side of her slit, a long slow lick like a fat, lazy cat drinking milk.
She shivered as my mouth passed by, tensing herself for the warm wetness of a lover’s tongue on her cavern. But it didn’t arrive. Instead, I placed my cheek on her vulva, using it as a resting place while my tongue traced a thin line on her inner thigh.
She groaned. The sweet sighs of earlier were gone — now she was articulating her hunger, desperate to rise to the heights of rapture.
I relished the plaintive moans, savored the convulsive squeezes of her thighs on either side of my head as I continued to toy with Ann. Was I being needlessly cruel? Or was I taking her further, prolonging her anticipation, promising with each kiss that she would soon be transported into a world where she’d never been before, not with any other lover.
I turned my head slowly. So slowly that I doubt if she felt my lips on her vulva. her thatch was well-trimmed but prickly. I didn’t mind. Her scent was assailing my nostrils, intoxicating me. Was there anything naughty, anything bold, that I hadn’t yet tried to please my sister?
I wriggled my nose, easing the stubbled lips apart, feeling the hot wetness on its tip. I slowly drew my tongue upwards, parting the inner folds, uncovering the tiny pearl of Anne’s clit.
Above me, Ann’s voice was muffled. Her thighs obscured my hearing, closing my ears as they spasmed — tightening, then relaxing. I could hear my name, along with repeated cries of, “Please.”
I knew she was near the point of no return. Her back was arching, hips squirming, her buttocks moving this way and that. I put my hands between her legs and parted the lust-puffed lips with two fingers.
It lay before me, the nerve centre of her sexuality. Parting my lips, I placed a tiny kiss on the love button. Slowly, as if drinking through a straw, I drew it between my tightened lips.
She cried out on the second intake. I held the fleshy pearl in my mouth, tickling it with the tip of the tongue. I pushed as if to expel, to relieve her agony of passion. But it was a tease. As she relaxed in anticipation of regaining her senses, I sucked the slippery nub hard, as if intending to swallow it, to eat her inner core.
She climaxed instantly, nearly throwing me aside as a violent orgasm overwhelmed her.
Soon, I lay between my sister’s legs, listening to her breath-catching gasps. Once Ann had returned to me from the ether, I crawled into her arms.
I’d never felt so close to anyone, before or since. We spoke of love, of how only sisters could love each other in such a special way. We talked of an upside-down world, where people killed and were killed, where cruelty and evil were everywhere, a world that would not allow us to openly express our closeness as sisters, as lovers.
That night, the barricades of guilt and shame were finally broken down for good. Until then, we had been held back by our inhibitions, our loving mired in a juvenile, eyes-shut world. But now it was as if my sister’s clitoris had become a magic button — once pushed, it opened doors in her mind, and in mine.
We were no longer clumsy, impressionable teens — Ann and I were two women in love, mature enough now to know it, eager to explore every side of our grownup needs and desires. I told Ann about Judith, how my roommate and I had made love on the night of the power cut. She seemed a little jealous at first. But as we lay together naked, stroking one another, my fingers running through her hair, Ann teasing my nipple, a wonderful calm descended on the room.
We listened to a distant church clock chime. Ann said it was nine PM. I marvelled that we’d been in bed only two hours.
We spent another couple of hours baring our souls to one another, exchanging thoughts. Men were okay. They were simple creatures, really — good for giving babies and sharing a home, bad to share a bed with. Women were lovely in bed. Some women were wonderful, the only source of real sexual thrills and satisfaction. Sisters were best, Ann declared, nuzzling my cheek.
I wanted to know how Ann could say this. Had she been in bed with other women?
“Not for a while,” she said. I quizzed her. Ann told me that she and her best friend Maura had made love many times.
It happened, she told me, during sleepovers. But Maura had to go to England. We all knew the story about her aunt needing her in London wasn’t true. She was expecting. She’d fallen pregnant at seventeen, when she and my sister were leading lights in a chastity group.
I felt my own pangs of jealousy, but it would hardly be fair to become angry, not after my relationship with Judith.
We lay silent. The special fragrance of the sex we’d had was everywhere: our faces, our fingers, our skin, on the bedclothes. It was the aroma of nature, of womanly love and desire.
I snuggled closer to Ann and put a hand between my sister’s thighs, dipping a finger into the humid valley of her cunt. There was an instant reaction. Like an underground spring, she began to flow freely, baptizing me with her essence.
Languidly peeling the fleshy hood back, I tipped the pearl of Ann’s clitoris. It felt so like mine. And why not? We were sisters, alike in so many ways.
The Goddess of Lust tempted me. I began to caress my own clit with my unoccupied hand, sighing as the need for satisfaction turned to passion.
Removing my fingers from her sex, Ann got on her knees beside me. “Let me watch you,” she whispered. I moved to one side and opened my legs. She shook her head. “No, let me see you, properly. Kneel up.”
I turned to face her, as wide open as could be. I looked into her eyes as she took in the view, enjoying the spectacle of her young sister masturbating. I felt like a slut — an unbridled slave to sex. But I needed this adventure with Ann. We hadn’t done this since we were kids, yet it was so much a part of what made us lovers.
I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the pleasures of the flesh, warmed by Ann’s gaze. The escalator was climbing, carrying me step by step toward blissful release. I cupped my left breast, teasing the excited nipple between finger and thumb.
Wanting a glimpse of my sister, I allowed my eyes to open again. Ann was lying back on the pillow, her face flushed. I couldn’t see, but knew her hand was between her legs, enjoying what I was enjoying, experiencing it with me.
A stab of intense pleasure gripped me. My finger slowed and paused, resting on the magic button. I’d almost gone overboard, drowned in a sea of satisfaction before my head was ready for it.
I raised myself up on all fours, crouching in a most unladylike manner. Of course, at that moment I had no intention of behaving like a lady. I turned myself around, bringing my face towards Ann’s lower half. My feet were on each side of the pillow behind her head. I placed my knees near her ears — then slowly, like guiding a ship into dock, lowered my cunt to Ann’s mouth.
I could sense her breath, cool on the fiery wetness along my cleft.
Her head lifted from the pillow. Gripping my hips, she drew me down and plunged her tongue between the vulva lips, forcing them apart so the tip slithered about in my hidden folds.
Gasping, I thrust a hand between my legs, using two fingers to spread myself open for Ann. I wanted her tongue to love me, to match its wetness with mine, to caress the tingling pearl until my brain went out of control.
I don’t know for how long Ann licked, sucked and kissed me. I was lost in dreamland, running to catch a will-o-the-wisp that appeared and then disappeared in the most unusual places, carrying me along in its wake.
My climax frightened me. I don’t know why. I was safe, comfortable, there with my sister. And yet it hit me like an express train. As its might swept through me, I ascended to the ultimate heights of ecstasy. When it passed, tears were rolling down my cheeks.
Ann and I lay awake for hours. We talked and made love, then talked again, made love again. Our hunger seemed boundless.
When morning came, Ann and I knew that what we’d found in each other’s arms was the real thing. That we were meant to be as one. We still are.
The End
Linda, Cathy, and Sandy
By Cathy Uy
{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }
My name is Cathy, and this is all about how my older sister Sandy and I became much closer than sisters normally are.
Sandy is three years older than me and we don’t look too much alike. She’s much taller (around 5’5″) while I’m only 5’2″. We’re both blonde, though, with small breasts, just like our mom.
Growing up, we were never really close. She’s quiet and introspective, while I like going out and talking for hours with my friends. She has her own room and I have mine, and she had her own group of friends and I had mine.
Anyway, fast forward to high school, my junior year. I was a party animal and very pretty, but most of the guys I went out with always seemed kind of intimidated by my looks. They always assumed they wouldn’t have a chance with me, while I wasn’t good-looking enough for the really popular guys. So despite my party-girl reputation, I never had a serious relationship for that whole year.
Sandy, on the other hand, started one when she was a junior in high school and it lasted till college. Since she and her boyfriend went to the same school beside our home, I’d regularly see these two lovebirds and I’d always be jealous that I didn’t have a similar relationship.
Fast forward again to how things changed for the better between Sandy and me. I had just been dumped by a guy I was dating. I felt so betrayed. All this time, I thought he liked me enough to be loyal, instead… Anyway, I was devastated. I went home to our empty house and cried my eyes out in my room. I used the last of my tissues, so I went into Sandy’s room to get some more.
While there, I noticed something on her unkempt bed, half-hidden by the sheets. It was a Penthouse magazine! And it was open to a photo spread of two girls naked and having lesbian sex. The girls were Sandy’s age and very attractive. I was shocked. I wondered what Sandy was doing with the magazine. Could it belong to her boyfriend? I doubted this, because Dad was very strict and he was never allowed to go upstairs in our house — he always stayed in the game room when visiting.
Anyway, I was terribly curious what this meant. Then I heard sounds from downstairs and knew Sandy was back. Rather than flee from her room, I hid in her huge closet behind her coat-hangered dresses, putting my feet up on top of the shoe cabinet, leaving the door open just a teensy bit so I could see her bed and the magazine.
Sandy came into her room, put down her bag and books and saw the magazine on her bed. She got it, sat on the bed, and thumbed through it. Then she got her cellphone from her bag and called up her best friend Linda who lived just a few blocks from us.
They talked for a while in low tones, and I couldn’t hear much except Linda’s name. She finished with her phone call and then went to the bathroom. I started wondering what I should do. Should I leave or wait to see what happened when Linda came over? To be honest, looking back, I don’t know what came over me. I wasn’t sure why I hid in Sandy’s closet or what I expected to see. It was just pure curiosity and excitement.
After awhile, Linda came up to Sandy’s room. Sandy was still in the bathroom and Linda just called out to tell her she was there. Sandy hollered that she’d be out in a minute.
Linda sat on Sandy’s bed and got the Penthouse herself. She started flipping through the pages. “Aren’t you afraid Cathy’s gonna catch you with this?” Linda asked Sandy loudly to penetrate her bathroom door.
“With what?” Sandy asked from the locked door.
“Your dirty magazine,” Linda said.
The bathroom door opened and Sandy came out in a bathrobe, brushing damp hair. “I’ll kill her if I catch her snooping in here.”
Linda smiled at Sandy. “Can I be the one to punish her? I think she’s a babe!”
Sandy gave Linda a big mock-scowl. “Hey! Watch it!”
“C’mon. Don’t you think she’s hot?”
“Quit talking like that. She’s my sister.”
“And she’s a hottie. What I wouldn’t give for a threesome with you two sexy blondes!”
Sandy grinned wryly. “You are so perverted.”
My mouth was hanging open at that point, I’m sure. I couldn’t believe that my sister’s best friend was turned on by me! I’d never given much thought to even kissing another girl before, but something about Linda thinking dirty thoughts about yours truly had me tingling all over.
As Sandy brushed her hair, Linda tugged at Sandy’s towel and pulled it off, leaving my sister completely naked while she continued her brushing. “C’mon, Sandy. You’re the one who got me into playing with girls. Wouldn’t you love to have her touching you down there while I’m up touching you here…” and she leaned down to kiss my sister right on the mouth as she placed a hand on Sandy’s right breast!
My heart was pounding like crazy.
Sandy dropped her brush and took Linda in her arms as they kissed like lovers. Linda finally broke their embrace and continued with her narrative: “I’d be licking your gorgeous boobs while your little sister would be fingering that hot pussy of yours…” and she dipped down to take my sister’s nipple into her mouth.
Sandy was now facing Linda and away from me, so I could only see her side and her bare bottom. I saw Linda’s face on her chest and the shadows of Linda’s fingers appearing and disappearing from between Sandy’s legs as she slowly started spreading them.
Suddenly Sandy pushed Linda on the bed and climbed on top of her, then my naked sister kissed her still fully-dressed friend — lover, I corrected myself. They began to press their bodies together, pushing their thighs between each other’s legs, their bodies now moving in unison.
I just sat there and watched them make love, feeling scared, confused — and totally turned on.
Looking back, I must have been totally naive to not see any of the signs. Linda was always sleeping over, but since Sandy had her boyfriend, it never occurred to me for a second that anything was happening between my sister and her friend. And yet…
Anyway, what I saw was too much for me to process. I really wanted to leave the closet and get out of Sandy’s room before they caught me, or I gave myself away.
I rationalized that any warm-bodied human being would feel the same way I did with that kind of action happening in front of them, although I’d never thought of girls in that way. At least, never before.
Not thinking, just wanting to escape, I quietly and slowly stepped out of the closet and was tiptoeing out of Sandy’s room when I saw Linda looking at me. “Cathy!” she gasped.
Sandy jerked her head back and saw me. All the blood drained from her face and she jumped out of the bed and grabbed me by the shoulders. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she hissed.
I started crying and tried to wrench myself free, but Sandy was taller and stronger and she held on to me with both hands.
Linda got up and put a hand on Sandy’s shoulder. “Hey Sandy, take it easy. I guess she was curious, weren’t you, Cathy?” I just kept on crying, but I managed a nod.
Eventually, Sandy let me go, and I just continued bawling. The day’s rejection from the guy I was going out with, the shock of finding out about Sandy and Linda, the embarrassment of being caught spying them — I let it all out, crying buckets.
Linda took me by the shoulder and slowly and gently led me to the bed. She sat me down and hugged me and kept saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“I’m so s-sorrryyyy…” I wailed, tormented by guilt. Sandy hated my guts now, I was sure of it. Linda continued to comfort me.
After a while, my tears stopped and I became aware of Linda slowly kissing my cheek as she continued to say, “It’s all right, no harm done.”
Linda and I cuddled like this for what seemed like ages, then she took my chin with her fingers and slowly, gently kissed me on the lips. Then she looked at me and smiled. I gazed back, not knowing what was about to happen or what I should do.
She started kissing me again, this time allowing her lips to linger against mine. I couldn’t see my sister, but I felt her eyes on me. What was she thinking?
Linda continued with her kissing, and eventually it became more serious. She started taking longer kisses. I’ve made out with boys before but this was exquisite. It was soft and gentle and passionate, like she knew exactly what I wanted. Eventually she put her arms around me, I wrapped mine around her, and that was when our tongues came into play.
We kissed like lovers for I don’t know how long, then she eventually pushed me down onto Sandy’s bed. She started removing my t-shirt and unbuttoning my jeans. Soon, I was left in just my panties. Linda stood up and took off her own clothes, then she climbed on top of me and started kissing me again and then began to nuzzle my face, my ears, then my neck, gradually moving further down.
I could sense Sandy’s presence somewhere in the room, but didn’t know what she was doing.
My eyes drifted shut as Linda started kissing my breasts. Then I felt her pull away. I looked up and saw Sandy sitting next to us, Linda touching her bare shoulder. “Go on, Sandy,” she said. “Give your little sister a kiss. Show how much you love her.” Then Linda bent down to suck my nipples.
Sandy’s kisses were more voracious than Linda’s. In fact, my sister was downright aggressive, sometimes sucking at my tongue. Surprising myself, I began to kiss her back.
Linda was pulling down my panties, and I lifted my bum to help her out. Meanwhile, Sandy continued to kiss me, then started caressing my breasts. Her touch was smooth as silk. It was wonderful, all of it, but I really went into the stratosphere when I felt Linda’s tongue on my pussy. It was explosive. I started moaning and panting, burying my face in the curve of my sister’s neck. Linda was doing all kinds of things to my pussy — kissing the lips, licking gently all over, probing me with her tongue, sometimes teasing my clit.
I was about to come… and its rising, like a tidal wave growing from the ocean’s swells, told me it was going to be huge.
I guess they noticed, because Linda started licking me even harder. Then I felt Sandy get up, and I opened my eyes just in time to see her straddle my face and slowly lower her wet, shaved pussy to my mouth.
God, the view of my sister’s cunt was breathtaking. It turned me on so much that I started to come right then. But that didn’t stop me from taking Sandy into my mouth, licking and sucking at the dripping flesh, tasting her delicious juices and letting them trickle down my throat. and I just grunted and panted as Linda licked me to oblivion, her finger twirling about inside my cunt.
As my first orgasm slowly subsided, Sandy started panting, violently thrusting her groin against my face. She clutched the back of my head and started controlling my licking of her with quivering hands, guiding my mouth where she wanted it on her pussy, then she started to moan, “Oh God!” she cried out, and she started jerking about and spasming. Then she fell forward, spent.
I gazed in awe at Sandy’s pussy and anus, mere inches from my face, all pink and wet with her juices. I was never so turned on. I wanted them both to fuck me again. As if I felt a finger enter me. Then two fingers, then three. They went in easily because I was so wet and relaxed. Then I felt Sandy’s tongue join her fingers, concentrating on my clit. God, I came again.
Linda later went over to my end of the bed and straddled my face. She said, “My turn, sweetie.” And she started feeding me her pussy, staring down at me from up above. I guess I really turned her on.
Within just a few minutes, Linda started moaning, then she came. She was quiet when it happened — she just took in a very deep breath, let out a sigh, then smiled. “Thanks for making my fantasy come true, babe,” Linda finally said, giving me a gentle kiss.
After that afternoon, Sandy and I became more than just sisters — we were also close friends and lovers. We continued to enjoy threesomes with Linda, of course. Eventually, Linda brought her own kid sister over, and we helped introduce her to lesbian sex.
The End
Two Moms, Chapter 16
Jess kissed my lips. She still had her hand between my legs. A minute earlier, we’d finished finger-fucking each other, coming at the same time. Now she brought the hand up to her face, looking at the gleam of my juices in the candlelight.
She sniffed her fingers, then sucked them into her mouth. “Mmm, god, you taste sooo good, Lia. I really wanna lick you again.”
“Yeah, but, I mean, I want to lick you now too,” I told her. “I haven’t done that yet.”
Jess shrugged, “Well, we could, you know, try doing it at the same time.”
“Hmmm, maybe… but, um, what’s that called?”
“It’s a 69,” she informed me.
“Oh, yeah. I was gonna say a 49er — except I knew that wasn’t right.”
Jess laughed as she rolled onto her back. She scooted a little lower in the bed, pushing the covers all the way down with her feet.
Grinning, she looked at me. “Now you get on top. Only, you know, turned around.”
“All right.”
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Though it had been quite a few years since the last time Nora made love with anyone, she found herself having no trouble at all relaxing and getting into the flow with Karen. In fact, Nora was so incredibly turned on by all the events and revelations of the evening — and Karen was such an enthusiastic lover — that the moment the women reached the bedroom, they were all over each other again.
They fell naked onto the unopened bed, tangling together, lips meeting, legs and arms entwining, hands going everywhere, kissing and hugging and groping and humping and making out like crazy.
“God, you’re so hot!” Karen exclaimed as she came up momentarily for air, grabbing for a breast.
“So are you!” Nora laughed. She had both hands on the other woman’s butt, squeezing the firm cheeks as Karen sucked a nipple into her mouth.
Karen humped her pussy against Nora’s thigh as she kissed and sucked and licked the beautiful boobs she’d been aching to touch. She truly admired Nora’s legs, so long and toned and shapely, and she adored her pretty face, her eyes, her mouth, her lips — but oh my god, those tits just drove her wild. She made love to them now, spending several delicious minutes licking all around the nipples, flicking her tongue over the tips, massaging them with her hands, while continuing to grind her cunt on Nora’s leg.
Before long she felt an orgasm approaching. Karen briefly raised her face, looking up at Nora, her eyes wide. “I’m gonna come on you,” she told her. And the instant after saying that, she climaxed.
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I climbed on top of Jessica, placing my crotch over her face, then peered down between her legs, which were spread wide. My heart was beating fast. This was my first close-up look at a pussy. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do or how to start, so I just looked at everything for a minute.
My girlfriend’s creamy juices were smeared all around, matting the small amount of dark pubic hair she had. I could smell her arousal, how turned on she was. It made my mouth water. Her lips were swollen and pink and open. I could even see inside her little vagina. And now I could do anything I wanted with her! She was my lover!
So, no more hesitation. Trying my best not to think about whether I could do it right, I lowered my face, pressing my mouth into her slit, doing what came naturally. I began licking her, and as I knew she would, she tasted great — a little bit salty, tangy, and so yummy! I wanted more and more of it, so I kept on licking.
At the same time, of course, Jess was licking me. Well, actually, at first I think she was just kissing me again. I couldn’t tell for sure, it was kind of hard to know what was going on down there. I could feel her hands on my legs, grabbing me and pulling me in, and I could feel her mouth against me, but whether she was licking or kissing at the moment, I wasn’t sure. But whatever it was, it felt great.
Mainly I just concentrated on licking her. I closed my eyes, and simply let my tongue go where it wanted. I licked up and down inside Jessica’s slit. I licked her pussy lips, both sides, and up at the top by her clit, then down lower, right at the opening of her vagina. I licked my girlfriend everywhere, all over, and it was so perfect. For the first time in my life, I was actually eating pussy, and I loved it!
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Karen climaxed, humping Nora’s thigh, then barely paused before scooting down a little so she could eat her lover’s pussy.
But Nora grabbed at her. “No, um, turn around — I wanna taste you too!”
“Okay,” Karen giggled, and they shifted into a 69.
As the woman settled on top of her, Nora gazed for a moment at Karen’s vulva. It was smooth and hairless like a little girl’s, recently waxed, she assumed. And it was also dripping with her juices. It looked delicious. She began licking.
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If I’d had any doubt about being a lesbian, that was gone for good. I knew now that I would never in my life want anything else but pussy. And as I thought about that, I slid my tongue inside her, inside Jess’s tight little vagina. I started fucking her with my tongue. She squirmed and moaned, her hips bucking under me, pushing up against my face.
I could feel her hands on my butt, fingernails digging in, and I knew her mouth was covering my whole pussy. It was warm and wet and unbelievably exciting, better than anything I’d ever felt.
I fucked my girlfriend with my tongue, shoving in as far as I could go, again and again and again. So sweet, so delicious, so perfect, her pussy filling my mouth. I swallowed, tasting her, then sucked and licked for more.
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Karen ravenously ate Nora’s juicy pussy, sucking her lips, licking her clit, a finger inside her slippery vagina. She humped her own mound against Nora’s face — and almost immediately she sensed another orgasm approaching. But did she really want to come again so soon? Well, yes, of course she did!
She let it happen, her body shuddering as powerful ecstatic waves coursed through her. Karen knew she was gushing, could feel her liquids flowing out, soaking Nora’s face. For a few seconds, she enjoyed the wonderful, irreplaceable, exquisite pleasure of a climax, then resumed eating her lover.
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Tongue-fucking. I’d never really thought about that before, but now that I was doing it, it felt so natural, so right. I never wanted to stop, just keep doing it forever and ever. And I wanted to push my tongue in even deeper, farther, get my whole face inside my girlfriend’s pussy.
Then, for some reason, another pussy came to mind: my mother’s. What if I was actually doing this with her? Fucking my own mom with my tongue?! It was so wrong, so bad, of course, to think about something like that — and yet the moment I did, I immediately felt that swirling tingling throbbing in my center — and then I came in Jess’s mouth.
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Nora was stunned to discover that Karen could come so quickly, especially after having had an orgasm just moments earlier while humping her leg. But almost as soon as she put her mouth over the woman’s tempting pussy and began licking, Karen started to quiver and shake, and then suddenly she moaned and gushed, hot juices streaming down Nora’s cheeks, some into her mouth, but most dripping onto the bedspread.
In the years following her divorce, Nora had enjoyed several sex partners, first a man, and then four separate women, but nothing had prepared her for this: a lover who could climax quickly and repeatedly, almost constantly. It suggested the two would have a very busy love life, if they were in fact to become a couple. That idea thrilled Nora, the challenge of keeping up with such a vigorous sexual athlete.
She smiled to herself, then said loudly, “Fuck me, Karen, fuck my cunt, eat my pussy, make me come in your mouth!” before putting her own mouth back over her lover’s sex.
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While I was coming, I somehow managed to keep my lips on Jess’s pussy, keep my tongue inside her vagina. My arms were wrapped around her legs, holding tight. I maintained that position as I climaxed on her face, grunting and groaning, but never taking my mouth away.
And my mind, too, kept on working the whole time, conjuring up forbidden images of my mom’s pussy spread wide open for me, my tongue eagerly licking her. Later I would wonder what made me think about stuff like that, ponder if it was really wrong and bad, and ask myself why I was so obsessed by the idea of having sex with my own mother.
But at the moment I didn’t care about right and wrong. I was just totally turned on, happier than I’d ever been, eating pussy, having an orgasm, dreaming about girls fucking their moms.
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Karen smiled to herself, relishing the filthy language Nora used. The two moms had so much in common. They both loved porn and masturbation, both craved underage girls, and they both enjoyed dirty talk. It was just a perfect match. Not to mention the fact that Nora was beautiful and smart and had such a great body.
Yes, she had to admit, although she’d never thought this would happen to her, Karen was finally in love. That thought made her choke up with emotion. She nearly sobbed, so full of joy, but managed to push the feelings aside for a moment to concentrate on fulfilling her lover’s wish, bringing her to orgasm.
She licked the woman’s swollen clit and pushed two fingers deep inside, fucking her juicy cunt. Before long, she felt Nora twitching under her, jerking and shivering. She heard her moaning and panting, “Yes, yes, yes,” and realized that she’d stopped licking Karen for the moment, which was fine. Right now it was all about Nora’s climax. Nothing else mattered.
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For a second, I felt sort of guilty, since I’d just come again for like the fourth time that night, and I was pretty sure Jess had only come twice so far. But then I told myself it wasn’t really that important. We didn’t have to keep count or anything. We were making love, and that was all that mattered.
I lifted my face briefly from her crotch and said, “Jess?”
“Uh… yeah?”
“I love you.”
“Oh,” she giggled, “I love you too, Lia.”
Then I got back to business. Except instead of putting my tongue inside her again, I focused on her clit. I knew that when I masturbated, fucking my pussy with my finger always felt really good, but it was rubbing my clit that made me come. So I pulled my girlfriend’s lips back with my fingers and located her beautiful pink clitoris.
I kissed her there, hearing a soft sigh and feeling a twitch of her hips. I kissed her again. And again and again and again. I kissed her clit maybe ten or fifteen times in a row, and then I started licking it.
That’s when she said, “Yeah, yeah, don’t stop!” So I didn’t stop.
I licked her and licked her, recalling how Jess had made me think of a kitten lapping milk when she was doing me before. That’s the way I licked her too, and pretty soon those little twitches had turned into heavy shaking. It was kind of hard to keep my mouth right there since she was moving around so much, but I managed. Then I heard a shrill squeal, and suddenly she went rigid.
A big shudder, a loud groan, her clit actually pulsating under my tongue. Looking down, I saw a glob of creamy liquid welling up in her vagina, then dripping out.
Finally Jess pushed my head away. She was still shuddering, still climaxing, but she couldn’t take any more licking.
I slid off of her. Immediately she put both hands down between her legs, holding herself, squeezing her thighs together as the shivers continued. Then at last she was done.
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When Nora reached orgasm, she came very hard, crying out, thrashing on the bed with Karen’s mouth over her clit. And she came quite wetly too, slippery juices spilling out around Karen’s fingers.
“Unh — unh — oh my god — fuck yeah,” Nora grunted as the remaining spasms jolted her body, then faded away.
Karen climbed off and lay next to her lover, taking her in her arms and kissing her lips. Nora turned on her side and the women embraced, sharing soft, tender, romantic kisses.
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Jess let out a deep, satisfied sigh, then opened her eyes. She was on her back, both hands still holding her pussy, and I was kneeling next to her.
“Wow,” she said, beaming up at me, “that was so great, so amazing! The best ever!!”
“Good, I’m glad.” I leaned over and gave her a kiss, then straightened up again. “I liked doing it. That’s was my first time, of course, and I, you know, I didn’t really know what to do. But I’m glad it worked.”
“It was perfect, just perfect.” After one more long sigh, she took her hands away from her crotch and pushed herself up.
By this time, almost all of the candles had gone out. Only a few were still burning, and the room was getting pretty dark.
Jess sat for a moment, looking around. Then she appeared to make a decision and got out of bed.
She went to the nearest burning candle, and said, “I,” before blowing it out. At the next candle, she said, “love,” and blew it out. She repeated this, moving to the seven remaining candles, saying: “Lia” — “with” — “all” — “my” — “heart” — “for” — “ever!”
And with that, she jumped back onto the bed, laughing, and fell on top of me, hugging and kissing.
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The two moms enjoyed a long night of hot sex. For Nora, it was making up for lost time. She’d gone several years with nothing more than porn and masturbation to satisfy her needs, and having a beautiful woman’s body to play with was an absolute delight — not to mention that she was in love!
After they’d held each other and kissed for a while, Nora made her way down between Karen’s legs once more, stopping just briefly to kiss and lick her nipples. She really wanted to eat that delicious pussy, wanted to suck Karen’s hard clit, shove two fingers inside her, make her come again and again.
Karen, of course, had sex with women on a regular basis, almost every day. But it was quite different making love with Nora because so much emotion was involved. It surprised Karen how strongly she felt this, how moved she was by it. She often found herself on the verge of tears, choking up repeatedly, overcome with joy. It was strange to be fighting back sobs while enjoying multiple orgasms, but that’s how it was.
They made love and talked dirty, tribbed and finger-fucked, licked pussy, kissed wetly, then started all over again.
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After Jess blew out the candles and got back in bed, we pulled up the covers and cuddled together in the dark, talking about how great everything was. I kept thanking her for such a wonderful evening, and she just kept kissing me and saying how much she loved me.
Pretty soon I was yawning and getting sleepy. It was awful late, for me anyway, almost midnight, and I was worn out with all the emotion and the romance and the sex. But I wanted to stay awake at least a little longer. I never wanted the night to end.
“I’m so glad we did this,” I murmured, as I nuzzled Jessica’s nose with mine.
“Me too.” She kissed my lips.
“I hope our moms are having fun.”
“I’ll bet they are. You could easily tell how much they wanted each other.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed. “They’re probably kissing right now.”
“They’re probably fucking right now,” Jess giggled, and we laughed together.
Continue on to Chapter 17
Amber II, Chapter 4
By Tater Tot
The next day, I told Mom that if she let me finger her to an orgasm, I’d tell her everything about what Mrs. C and I had done. She agreed, and I really dragged the story out, making it last as long as possible. Her expression was incredible when she came.
Being Mom, she gave me head once she’d caught her breath, then held me as we talked.
“So she’s your slave now,” Mom giggled.
I snuggled back against her with a smile and said, “I guess. It really made her hot, I think, and I liked it a lot.”
“You going to do it again?”
“I want to. Do you think that’s bad?”
“No,” she said thoughtfully. “Mrs. C and Deanna sound a lot like us, really, so I don’t think it will cause any problems if you’re having sex with both of them.”
I thought about that for a little while, then said, “I’ll tell Mrs. C that I’m doing it with her for fun, and to let me know if she has a problem with that. Should I tell them about each other?”
Mom gave me a quick kiss, then thought for a while. “You have to decide that for yourself, hon. It might get them excited, it might weird them out. You should be able to tell how it will go when you’re with them.”
“Yeah,” I said slowly. “I think it would really get Mrs. C hot, but I’m not so sure about Deanna.”
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It was Friday again when I went to spend the night at Deanna’s. I was also spending Saturday with them because Mom had to do an overnight business thing. She promised me extra time in bed with her to make up for it.
Deanna and I actually did have work to do, so it wasn’t like it was just some kinky sex visit. I was cool but polite with Mrs. C, just saying, “Hi,” and acting normal.
She was a bit restrained at first, but when she saw I wasn’t going to be weird about what we’d done, she went back to her usual self.
We had a lot of fun, doing our report first, then having dinner together. Mrs. C made spaghetti and meatballs, which turned out awesome, and I told her so. She seemed touched by the compliment, but hell, it was really good.
Then we all snuggled on the couch to watch a movie. Deanna sort of started stroking my ass under the blanket, and I just let her, figuring if she was brave enough to do that with her mom sitting next to us, then I didn’t have a problem with it.
When the movie was over, Deanna and I headed up to her room, and she gave her mom a goodnight kiss on the cheek. I shrugged and did the same, saying, “Thanks, Mrs. C, this was a lot of fun.” She blushed, but said that she enjoyed it too.
When we got in Deanna’s room, she stopped to shut the door, then turned to tackle me onto the bed. She was kissing me all over my face before reaching my lips, then we began to do some sloppy French kissing.
I almost laughed, but instead I got my arms around her and slowed her down some to get her to do it a little more gently.
She was lying on top of me, so I let her kiss me while I stroked her ass. She was moaning and gasping as she kissed, then really moaned when I slipped a hand inside her shorts and cupped her warm cheeks.
“Oh, God, Amber,” she panted into my ear. “I want you so bad.”
I rolled her over, leaned down and began to kiss her in a serious way. She put her arms around me as I worked, breathing hard, then really moaned when I put a hand on her breast.
I stopped long enough to unbutton her shirt, then leaned down to suckle at her breasts. I know what Mom does to mine, and it makes me feel great, even if they are small. I cupped them, stroked them, tweaked her nipples, then used my mouth to do the same thing. When I slipped a hand into her shorts, it was too much and she came with a short cry.
We were lying like that, her hand cradling my head to her as I sucked on a tit, one of my hands busy in her panties — then her mother opened the door.
I froze, causing Deanna to look up, still gasping from the orgasm when she saw her mom.
“S-sorry, Mom. Didn’t m-mean to make so much noise.”
“Okay, honey,” Mrs. C said, a little breathlessly. “Um, have fun.” She closed the door.
I raised my head and stared at Deanna, my hand still resting on her mound. I slid a finger between her pussy lips as I said, “Have fun?”
Deanna giggled, then moaned and arched her hips up as my finger slipped into her just a bit. She was super tight in there, so I didn’t think we would be having any hard finger action that night.
“Mom… uh… knows we wanted to — to have sex,” Deanna panted. “She would rather I… I d-did this with you… than with, uh… Oh, God… with a boy.”
I shrugged and moved down to slide her shorts off. Holy shit, she was shaved! I gave her an evil grin as I bent down and plastered my mouth to her pussy.
She went totally crazy as I worked, her hands spread wide, grabbing the sides of the bed as she moaned and shouted, tossed her hips around, and generally made me ride her like a cowgirl on a wild bronco.
I started with some tongue action, licking her lips. Then I went deeper, going inside with my tongue, then found her clit and sucked at it. She only lasted about a few minutes before she came with a short scream and some serious squirting.
I crawled up to kiss Deanna until she came down from the orgasm, then held her as we talked.
“God, Amber,” she said, “that was freaking awesome.”
I giggled, “Why, thank you, Deanna.”
That got a laugh from her and she said, “I want to do that to you, but you’ll have to show me how. I tried to remember what you did… guess I kinda lost track, huh?”
That got us both laughing so hard that I was almost sick for a moment.
She didn’t do any build up, just slid down to kiss my pussy. We could work on that later, since I was already wet. It was sweet the way she nuzzled me for a while, then tentatively started to lick.
“Just explore,” I said. “Have fun, that’s how I learned.”
“Mmkay,” she mumbled into my pussy, getting another giggle from me.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I said sternly, before trailing off into more laughter.
Deanna pinched my butt before returning to using her tongue on me, discovering the secrets of a woman’s pussy. I could tell she was going to be really good at this one day, because she totally loved going down. She was moaning as loudly as I was, hands wrapped around my thighs as she sucked and licked.
I had to tell her about how to use a bit of rhythm in her licking to help me get off. From there it was only a couple minutes before I came with a yell, and sprayed her face down with my pussy.
It was really hot, doing this with someone my age. I never had before. And Deanna was really enthusiastic and kinda innocent about it.
When she crawled up and we tasted each other’s mouths, I said, “We got kind of noisy… sure your Mom won’t be mad?”
“Nah,” Deanna said. “She said you did this with her, so I imagine she’s probably just a little jealous.”
I sat up to look at her, feeling a little nervous — but she just grinned and gave me a kiss before saying, “Hey, you’re hot, and Mom and I are honest with each other. She’s had it rough for a while, and I don’t want to keep her from having fun if she can.”
“Wow!” I muttered. “You guys are great.”
“You think so?” Deanna asked. “You don’t think it’s weird?”
I laughed and pinched her nipple before saying, “Hell, no. I tell Mom everything too, and she’s the best ever.”
“So she knows about us? And Mom?” Deanna gasped as my fingers stroked her nipples.
I slid down her body until I was hovering over her pussy again and said, “Oh yeah. I don’t like her to worry, and she’s just like your mom — said she’d I rather did this than mess around with boys. She said they can get pretty mean, but we both know that, right?”
I began licking Deanna, finding her pussy already leaking a little. I wanted to see what I could do with a finger, so I ate her until she was good and wet, then started sliding a finger in. Tight was the word, but as long as I didn’t thrust or anything, I could get inside. She didn’t have her hymen either, so I could push in all the way.
She quickly grabbed my head and began making long drawn-out moaning noises. I let my finger go still for a moment while I lightly licked her clit, then curled it inside her. Deanna thrust her hips up and gave out a quavering cry, but managed to hold off coming just then.
It took me a moment, but I found her sweet spot, and was happy to see her react with a shiver when I touched it. Mom said not all women felt that, but Deanna sure did.
I began working that spot, using my tongue to slide through her lips and tease her clit. Deanna was flopping around like crazy when her fingers clamped on my head, and then she came with a scream, a long one, a long and loud one.
Her pussy hosed me down like crazy, and I had to slide my finger out to keep from breaking it as she bounced on the bed like she had been dropped from a long way up. I clutched her hips and kept my mouth on her until she was done, then slid up to hug her as she sobbed and laughed hysterically at the same time.
It took about five minutes before Deanna calmed down, then she just sort of collapsed. She lay there, lightly stroking my face with her eyes half closed. “God, Amber,” she mumbled, “that was so good!”
I grinned and gave her a soft kiss. She stroked my face again and said, “Can you… would you… do that for Mom?”
I blinked, startled at what she’d said, and she went on, “Please, it would make her so happy.”
I had to think about that for a minute, since it struck me as weird, but it wasn’t really any different than me coming over to fuck Mrs. C when Deanna wasn’t home.
“You sure?”
She leaned up to kiss me. “Please!”
I let my hand lightly caress her pussy as I got up, but she was fast asleep already. I giggled, thinking about how I often did that when Mom got me off, and how mad that made me.
I got up, left Deanna’s room and wandered down the hall, then opened the bedroom door to Mrs. C’s room.
She was lying on the bed, rubbing her pussy with her eyes closed as I came in. She didn’t hear me, so I walked over and looked down at her.
Mrs. C was naked, her now shaven pussy being used hard by her right hand as the left one squeezed a breast.
I put my hand over hers, getting a short scream from her — then she just stared up at me.
We were motionless for a moment, then I said, “I want your pussy, Mrs. C.” She was staring like a deer in the headlights as I added, “Put both hands up over your head and grab hold of the headboard.”
It was a spindle-type headboard, so she could reach up and grab it with ease, exposing her body perfectly.
I let a hand trail up from her pussy to her breasts, then I played with them a while as I stared at her. “I’m gonna lick your pussy now, and I want you to keep your hands up there.”
Mrs. C nodded nervously as I slid between her legs. I breathed on her again, then let my tongue slide forward and taste her very wet pussy lips. I took my time, savoring her flavor and the naughtiness of what we were doing.
She was really tight, making me wonder when the last time was that she’d had genuine sex. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and worked it around a while, then withdrew it to slide it up and down. I put both hands around her hips and let my thumb push against her clit as I worked.
Mrs. C was extremely hot, dripping cum almost from the first lick, and she reached an orgasm within a couple of minutes.
Her legs pushed her hips up from the bed, and her hands gripped the headboard so tightly that it creaked as she screamed my name, her pussy gushing juice until it dripped down her ass crack and pooled on the bed.
When Mrs. C calmed down I said, “Put your hands on your breasts and play with them while I finger your pussy.”
She gave a sort of sob, but did as I said, and I returned to her pussy. I slid down a little, brought my hand up and began sliding my index finger in and out, just like I had with Deanna.
Mrs. C’s pussy was not quite as tight as her daughter’s was, but it was tight. She was moaning constantly as I fingered her, and I was able to get a bit of serious thrusting action going. When I had her almost ready to come, I pulled my index finger out and pushed the middle one in to get it nice and wet, then slid it down between her ass cheeks to rest against her butthole. It was a tight angle, but she had her hips pushed up pretty high.
When I began pushing in, Mrs. C yelled, “Oh, God… oh, Jesus!” and sort of gushed a little, but somehow managed to hold back her orgasm.
“That’s good… don’t come yet,” I whispered. I eased my finger into her anus, then began to very slowly move it in and out. Her hands were still on her breasts and her head was tilted way back as she let out high-pitched moans and squeals, her whole body tightening up. Then I went down on Mrs. C again while I fucked her ass.
It was less than a minute before she let go — almost an exact repeat of Deanna’s performance, only without the squirting. I pulled my fingers out as she came and just sucked on her pussy, riding her and licking without mercy.
When I finally pulled away Mrs. C was softly crying, so I crawled up to where she lay and said, “Delicious,” licking my lips. “Okay, you can take your hands off your breasts now.”
Then I leaned in and plundered her mouth with my tongue for a while, then drew back and slid a finger into her mouth, whispering, “Does it taste like two pussies?”
Mrs. C moaned as she sucked eagerly on my dirty finger.
I left her to sleep, made my way back to Deanna’s room and crawled back into bed with her. She was totally out, so I masturbated while I pictured myself getting home and tying Mom to the bed before fucking her ass. I came hard, squirting all over my hand.
Continue on to Chapter 5
Susie’s Diary, Chapter 10
By JetBoy
Saturday 12th February, 1966
Mommy didnt like my idea for seducing Claire. Thats a new word she taught me, seduce. It means trying to get someone in bed cause you want to have sex with them.
See, I thought Mommy should wait till me and Claire are making love, then come in and pretend to catch us. Only instead of getting mad and yelling like most mommies would do, she would take all her clothes off and get in bed with us.
I was kind of pouty when Mommy told me no. But when she said why, I knew she was probably right. She said it wouldnt be nice to give Claire a big scare like that. Mommy thinks she might cry, or even get really mad at us!
I told Mommy that I didnt want to do any thing that made Claire unhappy, and she squeezed my hand and said I was a good girl. That made me smile.
But then I was upset cause now we were back where we started. Trying to think of how me and Mommy can make love to Claire, both of us together. Mommy folded her arms and started sort of biting on her lip like she always does when she is thinking hard.
Then Mommy smiled, so I knew she had an idea!
What is it? I asked her.
She held my hand and gave me a look that made me feel hot all over. I wanted to do sex with her right then REALLY bad, but I didnt cause I wanted to know what she was thinking even more.
When Mommy told me her plan, I liked it a lot. She said I should try to give her time alone with Claire, as much as I could and not look strange. Then when I was gone, Mommy would flirt with Claire and tell her that she likes her more than just from being my friend. Maybe Mommy could even give her a kiss!
Her idea was that if she did stuff with Claire, and Claire liked it, that it would be easy for me to join in and be a part of it. And it would be EXTRA easy if Claire told me about what Mommy did, cause then I can say that I dont mind her and Mommy kissing and touching, not at all!
But then Mommy thought of something else. She said, Honey, if both of us make love to Claire together, we cant let her know about what you and I do together. At least, for a little while. That might scare her too.
I knew she was right and said, Okay, then I had another idea. I said, What if we started to kiss and touch in front of Claire, but pretending like we never did any thing like that ever before?
Mommy thought about it and said, Maybe. But we have to see how things go.
Claire will be here in a little while, so I have to stop here and go get ready. This is so exciting!
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Sunday 13th February, 1966
I got back from walking Claire home, then I had a long talk with Mommy. Now I am going to write about what happened yesterday. I did all my homework Saturday before Claire came over, so now I have lots of time to tell everything.
The idea Mommy had about her trying to get extra close with Claire was really good! I think it is going to work out like I hope.
Before Claire came, Mommy got dressed up sexy for her. This time she put on tight pants and a top, but no underwear at all! She left a bunch of the buttons in front open, so you could see a lot of her big titties when she moved around. I just wore my regular stuff cause I wanted Claire to notice Mommy more than me.
I let Mommy go to the door when it rang, and I watched from the stairs. She opened it and brought Claire inside, then kneeled down and gave her a BIG hug and then a kiss, really close to her mouth.
Boy, did she look suprised! The way Mommy was holding her, I knew Claire could feel everything she had through her top. And she liked it lots. I could tell. She even hugged Mommy back!
Then I ran over to her yelling, “CLAIRE!” and she went from Mommy’s arms right into mine. I hugged her too, only not as long.
Then we went into the kitchen to have some blueberry pie and lemonade. Claire and me sat down at the table while Mommy got everything ready.
It was something to see. Mommy was moving around the kitchen, and her titties looked so yummy that I wanted to go right over to her and pull her top all the way open and kiss them. Her nipples were hard and you could almost see their shape.
Then I looked at Claire, and saw she was just as excited as me, I could tell! Her mouth was hanging open a little and her eyes were following Mommy. Then she saw me watching her and her face got pretty red. I didnt say any thing but I did wink at her.
Mommy poured the lemonade, then some ice tea for her, and she cut pieces of pie for all of us. Then she sat down with us and started to ask about school and stuff. After a while we were all having a nice chat.
I thought that maybe Claire wouldnt want to spend much time with us talking to Mommy, cause what she really wanted was to go to my room with me and make out. But she was having a great time and looked very happy, and I saw her keep looking at Mommy’s wide open top.
Then I made a face and said, Oh darn it! I have to call Gladys Saunders about that stupid project Mrs. Kempner is making us do for Science class.
Mommy gave me a serious look and said, Susie, I hope you dont call your school work stupid while your there at school.
I laughed and then I said, No, only at home. Then she and Claire laughed too. But me and Mommy, we were just pretending. I didnt have any project to do with Gladys. Mommy knew that but not Claire, cause she takes Science with Mr. Cutler instead.
I got up and said, I better call her now. When Claire started to follow me, I said, You dont have to come, its gonna be totally boring. Keep Mommy company, okay? I wont be but a few minutes.
She didnt seem to mind me leaving her with Mommy, which was good. I went up to my room and closed my door. Then I waited.
I wanted SO BAD to see what was going on with Claire and Mommy, but I had to stay where I was. If I snuck downstairs to spy on them and Claire saw me it would spoil everything. I was too excited to read or play. All there was for me to do was walk around the room and keep looking at the clock.
But I just found out what happened from Mommy, so I can tell it here. I wasnt there to see it, but I want to write about it like I watched it all happen in front of me, cause its more like an exciting story that way.
So Mommy got up to pour some more lemonade for Claire, then she sat down really close to her. They kept talking, and Mommy took Claire’s hand and held it. She told her what a nice girl she was, and how pretty, and that she was really really glad that Claire and me are friends.
There is this look that she has, my mother. Something about her eyes and her special smile. Its warm and full of love, and it makes you feel tingly all over. I always loved it when she looked at me that way when I was a little girl, but then we started doing sex and it got even better. Like no one in the whole world is there but us two. Mommy says its called bedroom eyes.
She told me that she was looking at Claire that way while they talked, and Claire kind of started moving around in her seat, a little bit. Maybe she was feeling hot and excited down in her panties. I get that way sometimes, it makes it super hard to sit still. Like when I am in a boring class in school and start to think about Mommy, stuff like being in bed with her and making love.
Anyhow, Claire’s cheeks were really pink, but Mommy could tell that she liked it. Oh, I forgot to say that Mommy opened another button of her top when she was getting the lemonade out of the refrigarator, so Claire could see even more of her titties. She was really looking, too!
Mommy asked Claire to help her wash the plates and forks we ate the pie with, and so they cleaned off the table and took everything to the sink. Mommy gave Claire the dish towel and said, Let me wash and you can dry.
So they did. And when Claire got the last plate dry, Mommy took away the towel and said, You are one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen, would you mind it if I kissed you?
Boy oh boy, I would of given a weeks allowance to see Claire’s face, the way it looked right then! Mommy told me that her eyes were big as saucers and her mouth was hanging open. She didnt know what to say and just stood there.
Finaly Mommy said, Its OK Claire, if you dont want to.
But then Claire nodded her head and said really quiet, You can, I wouldnt mind.
So Mommy kissed her, really soft and gentle so Claire didnt get scared. I guess she was a little tense at first. Heck, I sure would be! But Mommy kept giving her sweet little kisses till she relaxed some, and then she started doing it with her tongue.
Claire was so suprised that she almost moved away, but by then Mommy had both arms around her and was holding her close. Any way, if Claire was scared to get kissed sexy, she sure got over it fast! Mommy said that she was kissing back, using her tongue and everything!
OK, so I was getting REALLY excited, listening to Mommy tell me about her making out with my beautiful Claire. The front of my panties was soaked, and my heart was beating like crazy! Mommy was wearing her dressing gown, and I wanted to open it up and do all kinds of stuff to her naked body, cause I knew for sure that she didnt have any thing on under it.
But even more than that, I wanted to hear the rest of the story. So I kept my hands to myself, the way that grownups are always saying we are sposed to do, ha ha.
After they got done with tongue kissing, Mommy gave her one of those bedroom eyes looks and said, You know sweetheart, I have a husband and I love him. But more than that, I love pretty young girls like you.
Claire said, You do?
Mommy said, Thats right. You know how Susie feels about you, that kind of special secret love? I feel like that too.
I guess that made Claire nervous, but Mommy just patted her hand and said, Dont be afraid, sweetheart. I know my daughter likes girls more than boys. Its not a bad thing. When I was the same age as you, I was the same way, I had a girlfriend. (Of course Mommy didnt tell her all of it, how that girlfriend was her sister, my Aunt Evie.)
Claire was suprised to hear that! She stared at Mommy and said, Really?
Mommy said, Yes sweetheart. And I loved her very much, just like Susie loves you. Its OK for you both to have these feelings. You just have to keep it a secret, cause other people think that its wrong, but I dont. And it would make me very happy if I could share feelings like that with you some day.
She came close to Claire and gave her another kiss. A soft one this time. She said, Lets go into the living room and watch some cartoons till Susie comes back.
Then they both sat on the sofa and watched TV. Claire was very quiet, I supose she was thinking about all the things Mommy said and did with her.
OK, so I was listening to Mommy telling me all this, getting more and more excited and wanting her something awful. Then she said, That is pretty much all that happened with Claire before you came back, baby girl.
When she said that I got up and came over to Mommy and opened up her dressing gown. She was naked under it, just like I knew she would be! I didnt say another word, all I did was sit her down on the sofa, got on my knees and licked her pussy until she came all over my face. Then I made her lie down and took off my panties. I climbed up on her and said, Lick my cunt, Mommy, and she did it until she made me come.
Now let me go back to yesterday and tell what happened with Claire after Mommy talked to her.
When I came down from my room they both were sitting close to each other and watching TV. Mommy gave me a special smile and that made me SO excited! I knew right then that things worked just like we wanted.
But I had to keep cool and not give away our secret, so I came over to Claire, grabbed her hand and said, Come on, lets go play!
Oops, Mommy is calling me! Its time for lunch. Be back soon.
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OK here I am, back to finish the story.
When me and Claire went in my room, she right away closed the door, then she pushed me back into it and kissed me hard. Her tongue was deep in my mouth, and I could feel her fingers popping open the button of my pants. Then she was pulling them down, with my panties.
I never saw her act like that before! She was all hot and wild, like Aunt Evie got when we made love that first time. I wasnt sure what Mommy did to Claire to make her that way, but it must of been really good!
I could tell Claire wanted to be in charge right then, to do sex stuff to me while I just let her. Mommy gets like that sometimes too. I couldnt really walk cause my pants were down around my feet, but Claire didnt care. She dragged over to the bed, kissed me again and then threw me on it! My heart was beating so fast!
She was kind of fighting with my shoes to get them off. Then my pants and undies. I thought for sure that Claire would take off my shirt too, but she just pushed my legs wide apart and lay down in between them and started kissing my pussy.
They werent sweet little kisses either. She was sucking and licking me like crazy, making these big slurpy noises with her mouth. And humming, she was doing that too. I was already excited, but Claire made me feel like I had to scream! Before I knew it I came so hard I almost forgot to breathe.
Then I WAS breathing and I felt dizzy, but Claire didnt give me any time to rest, she lay right on top of me, touching me all over and kissing my face, saying I love you Susie, I love you, Please please make love to me! She was acting like her panties were on fire!
I wanted to make Claire come extra special hard, so after I took off all of her clothes I made her get on her hands and knees with her cute little rear end sticking up. Then I started licking her bottom hole and touching her pussy, both at the same time. I LOVE when Mommy does that to me.
It sure worked. Holy smokes, did she go nuts! She was shaking all over and making a LOT of noise. Not even trying to be quiet, too! I thought that was intresting.
I think Claire came maybe 3 times, before she made me stop. Then she was laying next to me breathing hard. I put my arms round her and we snuggled for a while.
Then when Claire could talk again she looked at me and said, I have to tell you something Susie. I hope it wont make you mad at me.
OK, so I was pretty sure this was about Mommy. But I had to pretend not to know. I said, What is it?
She was looking away from me and biting on her finger nail, and she didnt say. I asked again, What, Claire? You can tell me.
She said, Your Mom kissed me.
I said, Well, I know that! I saw her do that when you got here.
Claire just shook her head and said, No. She REALLY kissed me. While you were upstairs. And it was like you and I kiss, the way we do cause we are in love. That way. She looked sad, like she was about to cry.
I thought for a little bit about what to say, then I said, So, did you NOT want her to kiss you? You didnt like her doing that?
She said, No, I DID like it, I liked it a lot! But its your MOM, I shouldnt be kissing her!
I could see Claire was getting upset, and I wanted to make her feel better. So I pulled her close and gave her a hug. Then I said, I dont mind, its OK if you kiss her. Why should I be mad cause of that?
She frowned and said, But doesnt it make you jealous?
I said No! I love you, and I love Mommy too. So its like me sharing you with her. And sharing is a good way to show someone you love them, right?
Claire asked, Does your Mom know about us?
She looked sort of scared when she said that, so I told her it was OK and that yes, Mommy figured out how we were lovers. But also that she wasnt mad at all, Mommy I mean. And she promised to never tell anyone our secret.
I said, You know why she doesnt mind about you and me? Because she likes girls too!
Claire said, Yeah, she sort of told me that when we kissed. So then, you wont be mad if your Mom did that to me again?
I just smiled big and said, Nope! You can kiss her all you want. Its not like Mommy is going to try and steal you from me, she just wants to have fun.
Claire moved closer to me. She said, Sexy fun?
I barely got to say, Yeah! back to her before she rolled on top of me and we started kissing all over again. And since we were both still bare naked, pretty soon Claire and me were making love.
We did a lot of that last night too, after we went to bed. And we didnt even have to be quiet! I came so many times that my pussy hurt when I woke up this morning. I dont care, cause Claire kissed it better for me.
We finaly went downstairs and had Mommy’s yummy blueberry pancakes for breakfast. After that, me and Claire got to take a bath together, which was VERY nice.
Then I walked her home. We snuck behind her back porch and kissed some, and I made Claire promise to come spend the night again real soon. Maybe Friday!
We kissed one more time and said I love you to each other. Then she said Goodbye Susie, and went inside.
So it looks like the plan Mommy made (I helped some) was really good! Now Claire knows my mother wants to make love with her, also I think she knows that I am OK with it. The only thing she doesnt know is about Mommy and me doing sex. Not yet anyway!
I have to close for now, cause my writing hand is pretty sore. Also I want to ride my bike around for a while before it gets dark.
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