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Teaching the Girls, Chapter 4
When I finally came back to life after my most recent la petite mort, I was surprised to hear applause. I knew that both women, Kay and Danielle, had reached orgasm only a minute or so before I did and that Addison had also climaxed around the same time. But now all three of them were clapping for me — or perhaps their ovation was for Cherise, the ten-year-old beauty who had licked and fucked me so satisfyingly — at any rate, they were applauding, and the gorgeous child was beaming up at me from between my legs, her mouth and chin shiny with my juices.
“Thanks,” I grinned, while nodding to Cherise. I’d been lying back on a pillow when I came, but now I pushed myself up to a sitting position. After clearing my throat, I asked, “So, um… what’s next?”
“Well,” said Kay, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting awfully hungry. Is anyone else ready for supper?”
“I am!” Addison exclaimed, jumping to her feet on the bed, her naked little body bouncing with excitement.
I couldn’t help but stare at her puffy slit. God, she turned me on, as did Cherise. Even though I’d just completed a tremendous orgasm, I could already feel that wonderful tingle starting up again. Personally, I was craving more sex with these enticing young girls — but if everyone else was ready to stop for dinner, I suppose I’d just have to follow along.
Kay said, “Come on, let’s go downstairs,” as she started for the door.
“Do we have to put clothes on first?” Addison asked.
“Noooo,” Kay scoffed jokingly, “with such a sexy bunch of girls and women, who needs clothes?”
Then Cherise observed, “But um, my mom still has clothes on.”
“Oops, you’re right, I guess I do,” said Danielle with a sheepish smile. She was on the bed next to me, sitting cross-legged, wearing a top and a bra and a short skirt, but no panties and no shoes.
Kay winked at the woman, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
“Well, okay,” Danielle sighed. She got up from the bed and unzipped her skirt, folding it and setting it over a chair. Then she reached behind her neck to unbutton her sleeveless silk top, lifting it over her head and off.
Rolling her eyes, Kay said to me, “Believe it or not, this ex-model here is actually shy about her body. Can you imagine that?”
“I know,” said Danielle, “it’s kind of silly, but, it’s just… well, I don’t like my boobs very much. Not compared to yours.”
As she said this, she unhooked her bra and slowly let it fall away. Her breasts were quite small, smaller than mine even, and they did sort of sag. I could understand why she might not think they were as appealing as Kay’s. But still, Danielle was a beautiful woman, tall and slender, with a trim waist and sensational legs, and not everyone can have awesome tits. Plus her nipples were really nice, long and dark, sticking out from her chest.
Impulsively, I said to her, “I like your boobs. They’re hot.”
She smiled at me, “Do you?”
“Yeah, Mommy, you look great,” added Cherise. “You’re so pretty.”
“Thank you, darling,” her mother replied.
“Come on, I’m hungry,” said Addison, as she hopped off the bed. “Let’s go eat!”
Kay decided to whip up a big batch of french toast. That would be quick and easy and filling, she explained, and anyway, who doesn’t love french toast? Especially when it’s sprinkled with nutmeg, covered with butter, and drenched in maple syrup? So yummy!!
Okay, I’ll admit that after she started cooking and I inhaled those mouthwatering aromas, I realized how hungry I was. I enjoyed the meal very much — and I also enjoyed the sight of Kay prancing around the kitchen in nothing except a frilly apron tied around her waist. It’s funny how in a way that made her seem even sexier to me than the rest of us, who were completely nude. I don’t know, I just really liked how she looked. Sometimes a woman can turn me on almost as much as a girl.
After she’d finished making the last panful, Kay took off her apron and sat down to eat with us. Two women, a teenager, and a pair of young girls, everyone naked, sitting around the table having dinner. Just your average Saturday night in the suburbs, right?
When we were done, I offered to help with the dishes, but Kay predictably refused to accept this. She simply stacked everything in the sink and told us she’d deal with it tomorrow.
“Right now,” she said with a leer, “there are a few more things I think I’d like to see tonight, upstairs in the bedroom. That is, if the rest of you are still in the mood for more fun and games…?”
Everyone was, no question about that. I didn’t see the slightest bit of hesitation from the kids or from Danielle. All three nodded eagerly, and I certainly wasn’t about to say no. I was horny!
So, our little group of women and girls marched back up to Addison’s room. Once we’d arrived, Kay turned to me. “Britt, you’re the instructor. I have my own ideas about what I want to see now, but it’s really your call. What do you think we should do next?”
I’d given this some thought as we were eating, and already had a plan in mind. “Well,” I began, “if you want to do this the best way, the proper way, you know, actually teaching—”
“Yes, we do,” Danielle interrupted. “I want my little girl to learn everything, and to learn it the best way she can. I trust you, Britt, to teach her, and to teach Addison too, of course.”
“That’s right,” said Kay, agreeing. “It’s totally up to you. We’re in your hands. Or maybe I should say our daughters are in your hands.”
The women laughed at this play on words and the kids joined in too, though I’m not entirely sure they got it.
Then I continued, “Um, before, Addison said something about showing Cherise how to masturbate. That’s good, I definitely think they should do that later tonight in bed. The more practice, the better. And I also think we should spend some time right now helping Cherise learn about her body, how to touch and caress herself, give herself pleasure. That’s how… well, uh, I mean, when I was younger, someone helped me like that. She taught me that it’s really important for a girl or woman to know how to please herself first, because then she’ll be even better at pleasing others.”
I surprised myself somewhat, giving them this long speech, but I truly meant what I said. It’s what I believed — and what Gina believed too, of course. Luckily, Kay and Danielle seemed fine with this, happy to accept my suggestion. Kay even winked at me when I said that thing about someone helping me when I was young. Could she have thought I meant my mom? I don’t know, it was sort of confusing, but I didn’t have much time to think about it then. Everyone was eager to get going again.
First we set everything up by having Cherise sit on the edge of the bed and then moving the two chairs in even closer so she would have a really good view of the women as they played with themselves. They both took their seats, and Addison and I sat on the bed on either side of Cherise, facing her.
“Before we do any touching,” I said, “we should start with just breathing, okay? Let’s all close our eyes. Very good. Now relax your body. Relax all your muscles. Breathe in… breathe out… slowly, quietly… find a place of stillness… and in that place, be inside yourself, within your body, knowing every part of it… know your fingers, your arms, your neck, your face, your chest, your nipples… know your toes, your feet, your lower legs, your knees, your thighs… and know that very special place between your legs, your sex… with eyes still closed, see yourself, how beautiful you are… see your mound, your lips, and now go inside, see the moist, heated center, the part that makes you a girl, a woman… be there, be inside, sense the warmth, the wetness… enjoy the comforting, welcoming feel of your pussy, your sex… this is you, love yourself, love your pussy, without even touching… feel deeply within yourself, in your hot, wet center, feel how alive you are, how sexy you are…”
I heard a sensual moan, from Kay. That didn’t surprise me. The exercise I’d taken them through was designed to create both awareness and arousal.
“You can open your eyes now. But still, no touching. Just look around, look slowly around at each of the others. Look at their bodies, at how beautiful they are. Observe each of them closely, quietly, carefully. See everything. And look especially between their legs, at their sex. Everyone open up wide, so we can all see. That’s good. Very nice. See how lovely, how feminine and desirable we all are? Little girls and grown women, all so beautiful, and all so very sexy.”
Both Kay and Danielle were licking their lips and breathing heavily. Our erotic meditation had definitely turned them on, as it was intended to do. Cherise, Addison, and I easily could see how wet the women were, and we could smell it too.
My pussy was soaked as well, and I was sure I saw a gleam of moisture inside Addison’s hairless slit. From my position, I couldn’t quite see between Cherise’s legs, not without bending over. I wanted to do that, but this wasn’t the right time.
“Now, very softly, very gently, place your hands on the insides of your legs, close to your knees. Good, that’s right. And using just the tips of your fingers, barely touching your skin, draw your hands slowly up toward your center. Very slowly, very softly.”
There was a giggle from Addison, which I ignored. I knew it wasn’t easy for a young child, only nine years old, to maintain concentration and stillness for such a long time, not to mention the fact that what she was doing might tickle a bit.
“Don’t touch your pussy yet,” I instructed. “Turn your hands over, and with your fingernails, slide back down the inside of your legs, slowly, until you almost reach your knees. And now, again, with just your fingertips, glide along softly, slowly, barely touching, coming higher, coming closer, approaching your center, your warm, wet center…”
“Unghhh,” Danielle groaned.
I looked at the woman. Her eyes were closed, her body shivering with sexual tension. With her legs spread wide, knees lifted over the arms of her chair, I could actually see both her vagina and her anus pulsating. Was this an orgasm, or just a pre-climax? Either way, Danielle was experiencing a great deal of pleasure at the moment. I was happy for her.
Cherise was staring at her mother, at her exposed sex. The girl was breathing heavily too, almost panting. It was time for the next step.
“Put your fingers on your lips, your pussy lips. Not inside, but on your lips. Gently massage, up and down, again, massage, up and down. That’s right, good. Now press your lips together, between your hands. Uh-huh. Press and squeeze. Scissor your hands just a little bit, up and down, that’s good.”
“AAAHH!!” Danielle definitely was coming now, without question, as she squeezed her vulva between her fingers. And that was fine with me. That was why we were there, after all.
“Fuck, fuck! I can’t—” Kay reached climax too, crying out, clamping both hands over her sodden pussy.
I heard a squeal from Addison. She was soaring over the top as well, fingers moving in a blur on her clit.
“Squeeze harder,” I said to Cherise. “Rub your hands up and down, faster, faster, faster.”
She heard me, and she responded, doing what I said, but she didn’t look at me. The child’s eyes were fastened on her mother’s cunt.
Danielle had two fingers hooked inside her vagina, holding it wide open. She was still coming, groaning heavily, her body jerking spasmodically. I saw milky gobs of moisture flowing from her sex, dripping down between her legs, over her ass, onto the chair.
Cherise could see this too, of course. I looked at the girl. Her jaw was clenched, her pretty face turning bright red. She trembled and moaned, and as a flush spread down across her chest, suddenly she gasped, almost choking, “OH! OH! OHHH!!!”
The child fell to the side, leaning against me, so overcome by her orgasm that she was unable to support herself. I wrapped an arm around her, holding her, and vigorously rubbed myself with my other hand while looking at the other three, at Addison, Kay, and Danielle — and then I came.
This wasn’t the end of our fun on that wonderful Saturday evening, not even close, although we all did need a bit of time to recover after our climactic session of meditating and masturbating.
The women were in their chairs, heads lolled back, eyes shut, quietly resting. Addison lay on the bed, on her side, both hands between her legs. Her eyes were closed too. I sat with Cherise in my arms, softly petting and soothing her.
The girl was nearly in tears, very happy yet full of feelings and emotions that were hard to handle. Although this wasn’t her first orgasm — that had come earlier, before dinner, when I was licking her pussy — the long, slow buildup I’d led them through, coupled with the intense excitement of seeing her mom come that way, so salaciously exposed, had made this experience exceptionally powerful for the ten-year-old.
Gradually Cherise settled down, regaining control of herself, getting centered, and soon was able to smile, hugging me. A minute later, Addison sat up, yawning and stretching. “Wow,” she giggled, “I think I fell asleep.”
I saw Danielle straighten up in her chair, and as she did, she looked down between her legs, grimacing, seemingly embarrassed about the gooey mess she’d made. But no one said anything to her about it.
Kay stretched languorously, just like Addison, and then with a big smile said, “So, Britt, I don’t know if it’s my place, but is it okay if I ask you to do something else now?”
“Sure,” I nodded, “anything.” And I meant it too. I would gladly do whatever these women desired.
What Kay wanted, she explained, was to see me licking Addison’s pussy once more, except this time she was hoping for a better view. She asked her daughter to perch on the edge of the bed, facing them, with her legs spread, and for me to kneel on the floor. That way both women could enjoy a close-up look at all that was happening.
How could I refuse? Why would I want to? I didn’t, naturally. I got in position and began to lick the little girl. Kay and Danielle leaned over my shoulders, one on either side, staring at the child’s wet pussy. I held it open for them, letting them see absolutely everything, hearing oohs and ahhs, exclamations of delight from the women.
“Put your finger inside,” said Kay. “I want to see you fuck her.”
And so I did. I slid my finger slowly inside Addison, hearing her groan in pleasure while I heard her mother gasp with incestuous lust. My finger went in very easily. She was just so wet, so eager to receive me… up to the first knuckle, then the second… with the girl spreading her legs still wider, welcoming the penetration.
“Rub your clit,” I said to her. “Show your mom how you make yourself feel good.”
“Okay.”
We watched as Addison placed the first two fingers of her right hand at the top of her slit, pinching her tiny pink bud between them. Then, very quickly, she began moving the ends of her fingers up and down, almost like tickling. This was a technique I’d never seen before, but if it works, then go for it!
“Fuck her pussy,” urged Kay, “fuck her little pussy! Make her come!”
I drew my finger out a bit, then slid it back in, repeating this again and again. With each thrust, we all could see — me, Danielle, Cherise, who was watching closely, and Kay, Addison’s mother — all of us could see my finger gleaming with slippery juices. I was fucking her, this nine-year-old child, and she was loving it.
“Mm – mm – mm – mm – mm,” Addison moaned, becoming louder each time, going higher in pitch. It seemed she was right on the edge, almost there.
I heard a wet slapping sound, unmistakable, and a quick glance confirmed what I knew I’d find. Next to me, Kay was fucking herself, two fingers ramming in and out of her cunt. In a throaty voice, choked with lust, she growled, “Come for Mommy, baby girl, come for Mommy, baby girl! I wanna see you come!!”
She didn’t have long to wait. Addison’s moans soon escalated almost to a scream. Her mouth fell open, her eyes rolled back, fingers moving faster and faster on her clit — and then I felt her vagina squeeze down around my finger as the child cried out, climaxing in front of us.
Kay burst into orgasm too, grunting and cursing. It was only the two of them this time. Danielle and Cherise were just watching, not masturbating, and I was busy helping Addison reach her peak.
I kept my finger inside the girl, relishing the feel of her young pussy tightly contracting and then releasing as she climaxed, a sensation I will always remember and forever cherish.
“Fuck, that’s so hot…” Danielle whispered. She was leaning in very close to me, one hand on my back, the other on my arm, staring at Addison’s smooth pink sex, shiny and wet with her juices.
“Yeah, it is, it really is,” I agreed. “So fucking hot.”
As the woman and the girl, mother and daughter, gradually came down from their ecstatic highs, I glanced up at Cherise, who was kneeling on the bed. Her beautiful brown eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she had a hand between her legs, gently rubbing her little pussy.
When her gaze met mine, Cherise smiled, her whole face lighting up, and said something I’ll never forget.
“Can you do me like that too? Um, inside, I mean?”
She wanted me to fuck her. Oh my god, what had I done to deserve all this good fortune?
I was more than happy to do that with her, of course. And Cherise seemed extremely eager. She practically shoved Addison out of the way as soon as the younger girl began to recover, then sat in front of me on the edge of the bed, gorgeous long legs spread wide.
Before I began, though, I asked her, “Are you, um, I mean, are you still a virgin?”
Cherise looked puzzled. “Well, yeah, of course,” she said, cocking her head. Apparently she thought I was asking if she’d ever had sex with a boy.
“But, what I mean is, have you ever penetrated yourself? You know, like, put your finger or something else inside?”
She shook her head. “No.”
I turned to Danielle, my eyebrows raised. Did she want me to break her daughter’s hymen, assuming it was still there? I didn’t have to say these words, she knew what I was asking.
“It’s okay,” the woman nodded. “Just do whatever feels right to you, Britt. I trust you.”
Wow.
Once again I found myself utterly astonished at the surreal, dreamlike strangeness of what we were doing. If this hadn’t happened to me, I never would have believed it. But it was true. I was actually there with these two women who were encouraging me to have sex with their young daughters, to fuck them while they watched.
As if to confirm the reality, Cherise grabbed her knees and rocked back on the bed, opening herself as wide as she could. “I’m ready,” she told us.
Now we all had a perfect view of her exposed genitals. We could easily see that the girl was indeed a virgin. Her pink pussy was very wet, shiny and gooey, and inside her vagina we saw her hymen.
“Okay,” I nodded, feeling lightheaded, dizzy with lust. I took a deep breath and said, “So, um, I’m going to start first by just licking you a little bit.”
And that’s what I did. I licked Cherise’s beautiful young vulva, from her asshole up to her mound, tasting her yummy juices. I licked her everywhere, on the insides of her thighs, on her smooth labia, in her sparse pubic hair, in swirling circles around her clit, then down again to her center, licking the rim of her vagina, going all around the edges, hearing her moan, the girl’s breath coming faster.
I decided at last to penetrate her not with my finger, but with my knuckle. Using the middle finger of my right hand, I pushed my extended knuckle inside her vagina, pressing against her hymen but not quite breaking it. This is what Gina had done with me during the first year or so that we were together, until she popped my cherry when I was twelve.
Cherise was trembling, gasping as I toyed with her. I put my whole mouth over her sweet clit, licking and sucking, while also slowly twisting my hand, stretching the child’s opening. After maybe half a minute of this, Cherise reached climax, crying out. And when she came, Danielle and Kay did too, both women masturbating as they watched me eat and fuck this little girl.
It had been a while now since I’d enjoyed an orgasm of my own, back during our meditation exercise. After that, I’d played with Addison and Cherise, licking and fingering them, bringing the kids while their moms got themselves off. But now I wanted my turn. I badly needed to come.
I tried my best to be patient, waiting as Cherise settled down and as Kay and Danielle finished their groaning and shuddering. I looked up at Addison, who was kneeling next to Cherise. She grinned at me. Both hands were between her spread thighs, not moving much, just tenderly holding her sex. I slid a hand down between my own legs, caressing moist lips. I knew I could make myself come that way, rather quickly, but that was not what I wanted.
Instead I waited, biding my time. And as soon as it appeared that everyone was starting to gather themselves again, getting ready for more, I stood up and announced, “Okay, another lesson now. More pussy licking.”
“Yay!” Addison exclaimed, clapping her hands, bouncing on the bed. I heard warm laughter and murmurs of approval from the women. Cherise nodded at me, smiling somewhat weakly as she pushed herself up.
I helped the child get to her feet, then kneel on the floor, taking my place as I sat on the bed right where she’d been. I instructed Addison to join Cherise between my legs. And then, as their mothers watched closely and began to masturbate yet again, the two young girls licked my cunt.
It took almost no time for me to come. I was already on the edge just from thinking about what we were doing. And although I’d said this would be a ‘lesson’, it really wasn’t that. I simply spread my pussy open with my fingers and asked the girls to dive in. They did so happily, sucking and licking and kissing, fucking me with their fingers, giggling too while occasionally kissing one another, tasting my juices on each other’s lips.
Kay and Danielle both stood, rubbing themselves as they leaned in close to see everything. They urged their daughters on, talking dirty to them, and soon I felt the surge of an impending climax swelling up from my center. For a moment I wondered if I should try to wait, draw things out a little bit — but I just couldn’t. I was too turned on.
“Fuck!” I screamed, suddenly vaulting into orgasm. I grabbed the girls’ heads, pulling their mouths tightly against me as I came.
Continue on to Chapter 5
My Situation
Dear Readers,
I have waited to put this news out there, mostly because it isn’t good, and this is supposed to be a site where people come to have fun. On the other hand, this is also a community where many of us care about each other.
As some of you know, I had cervical cancer several years ago, which was treated and went into remission. However, most people are aware that cancer likes to hang around once it has struck someone, and that’s what has happened.
I have been diagnosed with cancer in my lymphatic system, which has metastasized to other areas of my body. I am undergoing treatment and hope to be well again one day.
I am letting you know this because as you may have noticed, my writing has become rather sparse lately. I enjoy writing my stories and such, but the treatment more or less “wipes me out,” leaving me with little energy and almost no libido. These results are not helpful when writing erotica.
If you choose to post well-wishes, or send them to me in an email, thank you, but please don’t expect a personal response. It’s not that I’m not grateful for your positive thoughts and energy, I AM. However, if the emails and responses are numerous, it will quite frankly take energy I can’t afford to expend right now since I hope to complete the two stories I have going on here, and there is still my relationship with Lisa to see to. Therefore, please accept my thanks ahead of time for any responses.
This isn’t a good-bye or anything. But you will not be seeing me on here as much as you have in the past, at least not until I can get through this.
Thank you to all my readers, and a public thank you to JetBoy and Naughty Mommy for including me in this lovely endeavor. (I already thanked them privately.)
Love to all,
Cheryl Taggert
Another Night Wasted, Chapter 3
By Jane Doe
Lana
Since her sudden disappearance, I haven’t really seen Jen. It’s been days since she’s had dinner with me. She leaves before I get up and walks to school I guess, I wish she wouldn’t do it… but she hasn’t missed school, and I know she’s eating. So what right do I have to demand anything of her? Especially when I’m the one that put her in this state.
But now it’s Friday. I still haven’t seen her but after school I go and pick up a couple of movies anyways. Between awful horror and artsy drama I hope I can make enough of an apology. I’m really hoping she shows up. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t show up at all. Our curfews are pretty loose on the weekends… but all the same I have to try. Movies she’ll love, Chinese from her favorite place, everything about her. I have to make it up to her somehow.
At the same time, it’s been nice having these couple of days to think about things. If she’s into Lucy, then really, who am I to stand in the way? I love them both, though I’d have to beat Lucy bloody if she broke my little sister’s heart.
At the same time… that was an absurdly nice kiss. I really have to wonder if I’m gay. Or lesbian, whatever you want to call it. So soft and sweet and gentle, it just felt right. Okay, maybe not entirely right, but a hell of a lot closer than anything else I’ve ever done. It kind of makes me think I just need to find the right girl. Worth a try at least. But what would the right girl be like?
I’m on the couch pondering such matters when my little sister comes walking through the door. She looks a bit ragged, like she hasn’t been sleeping, and has new adornments in the form of a hoop in her left nostril and a third piercing in her right ear. But even looking so tired and with the slightly raw new holes, she’s still my beautiful Jen and I give her a wide smile as she walks in.
*****
Jen
I haven’t talked to Lana in days, but when I walk in she’s there on the couch, smiling at me. She looks so happy to see me, and perhaps a bit relieved. My heart tightens in my chest as I try to stay cold, unaffected by her… not that it works. The warmth in her smile could melt me on my most hateful days, and today I’m just tired. Even with everything that’s happened I just want to kiss her, to tell her how I feel, to have her as my own… instead, I give her a weak smile in return.
“Hey Lana… what’s up?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound as weak as I feel.
She gives me a mildly reproachful look, and I pause, running through what I could have done to earn such an expression. My mind is still processing when she answers both my asked and unasked questions. “Not much, just waiting on you. We had a date tonight, in case you managed to forget. Movies, popcorn ready to be popped and Chinese on the way already. I figured even if you had forgotten the smell of orange chicken would summon you from wherever you ended up hiding.”
I can’t help but smile at the knowing look on her face. I wanted to tell her that as much as I love orange chicken, I’d do a lot more and travel a whole lot farther to see her smile at me again… to wake up next to her again. But as is my habit, I keep my damn fool mouth shut.
I leave my shoes and backpack by the door and wander over to inspect the rentals for the night, and I’m amazed to see Hellraiser and Lost and Delirious side by side on the coffee table. I look up and she’s giving me another one of those knowing smiles. All I can do is plop down beside her and lean against her, nuzzling into her shoulder. She slides an arm around my shoulder and I wonder how the hell I’m ever supposed to get my heart back.
“So, which do you want to watch first?” she asks, giving me a light kiss on top of my head.
“Doesn’t matter to me, I love ’em both, as you well know.” I want to tell her how lucky I feel to have her there. How I must have done something really good in a previous life to deserve her, even if we’re never more than sisters. But it just doesn’t seem the time to say things like that, silly as that may sound.
“All righty, then it’s my choice… may as well get the pain out of the way first.”
She picks up the case with the Hellraiser DVD and extricates herself long enough to go put it in the player, then returns to the couch and our closeness. I know how much she hates horror movies… personally I think she’s just easy to scare, and has never had someone she really liked to turn to for comfort. The whole “take the girl to the horror movie so she’ll cringe against you” thing. She’s always been too self reliant, the one who has to take care of other people, not get taken care of.
Me? I’m just morbid. Or at least that seems the best reason to be fascinated by things that other people find horrifying, like Pinhead using animated chains to tear people apart in some weird sado-masochistic underworld…
We stay curled up on the couch until the Chinese arrives, about a half an hour in. The movie gets paused while we eat, since I think it would be mean to make her eat chunks of meat and sauce while watching… well, you get the idea. Like Chinese places don’t have enough problems with rumors of unknown meat sources.
We get the movie going again once we’re stuffed, and as it gets more demented her arm tightens around me now and again, keeping me close. When she stiffens up I nuzzle her shoulder a bit, breathing her scent in deeply, or otherwise snuggle up a bit more, and she seems at least a bit comforted by my presence.
I don’t think I could be any happier, despite the whole Lucy thing. No, no, don’t think about that.
Finally the movie ends, to my disappointment, and she gets up again to change the DVDs. To my surprise she then wanders off into the kitchen, and I’m left looking after her, curiosity perking as I hear her digging in the fridge or freezer or something.
*****
Lana
What better to take my mind off of horrible scenes of torture than… ice cream? I dig in the freezer, pulling out the two pints I’d picked up earlier. Irish cream with mocha chips for me and vanilla ice cream with brownie chunks and a raspberry swirl for her. Grabbing a couple of spoons I head back out to the living room and she’s just barely peeking over the back of the couch, watching for me. It’s so cute, I can’t help but laugh.
She perks up when she sees the small cartons in my hands, raising up a bit so I can see her smile. “Whatcha got there? Presents?” she asks, that impish smile on her lips and eyes bright.
“Maybe, if you promise to behave,” I laugh, walking around the couch and handing her the ice cream I got for her. She takes it, letting out a little squeak of delight and bouncing on the couch. She digs in and I pop the next DVD into the player. She seems mesmerized by the movie as it plays. I mostly ignore it, watching her instead.
I decide that there is no time like the present to broach uncomfortable subjects… so I take a deep breath and forge ahead, ready for… something.
“You know Jen… the other night. That was really nothing. If you have a thing for Lucy, go ahead — you’re more important to me than she could ever be.”
Whatever I expected, her response isn’t it. She lets out a short, derisive laugh, almost more of a bark, looking over at me, surprise plain on her face.
“Lucy? Me? No, never!” The incredulity shows in her voice and I simply blink at her, puzzled. Her mouth snaps shut and her face blushes a deep crimson, as though she’s said too much. She turns back to the movie, leaving me with my confusion.
My mouth snaps shut as I think it through… she’s no homophobe, she doesn’t have a crush on Lucy… and my mind wanders to the feel of her eyes on me, the way she watches me, how she looks away when she sees I’ve noticed these things…
Oh, my God. I understand. I understand everything.
And for once in my life, impulse takes over.
I smile over at her. “Oh, okay, no biggie… hey, you want to try my ice cream? It’s really good.”
She glances at me, then shyly returns my smile and nods, leaning over towards me and opening her mouth. I get a nice spoonful of my Irish cream and mocha chip and take a bite, savoring the taste for just a moment as she looks at me, a bit pouty, as though I’m teasing her. And I guess I am. I give her another brief smile, and before my brain can object I lean forward, melding my lips to hers and sharing the heady sweetness — not only of the ice cream, but of the kiss as well.
The kiss isn’t at all what I expected. I couldn’t tell you what I expected… I don’t really know myself. But there in the dark, with the movie playing in the background, the whole world consisted of that kiss, the warmth, the passion, the tenderness and the hunger in it.
It’s like she wants to devour me, and all I can do is submit and let her take from me what she desires. Except she’s giving me back something too. Her hand slides around to the back of my neck, holding me there, mouths pressed together, lips melded and tongues exploring each other’s mouths, feeling, tasting. But it’s more than ice cream being shared, it lasts long past the sweet cream and chocolate.
She’s pouring out her heart to me, I can feel it, every repressed feeling, all her lust, all her love, all her shame and anger, she’s sharing it all with me. And I drink it all in, because to me it’s the sweetest nectar in the world, more sustaining than mother’s milk and more precious than ambrosia.
When we finally break apart I’m left breathless, and I pull back a bit to make an attempt at gathering my thoughts. She’s staring at me in the darkness, face half lit by the glow of the television and it makes me ache to see the uncertainty written across her features. Her eyes are like the midnight sky and I see such profound desire in them as well. Our eyes meet for a moment and I can’t help but look away from the intensity in her gaze, it’s all too overwhelming. My heart is hammering in my chest and I’m almost gasping for breath.
Why the fuck did I do that? Why did I stop? What the hell am I supposed to do now? I look up and meet her gaze once again. “Jen, I…”
She cuts me off as she darts forward, kissing me this time. I can’t resist the siren’s call of her lips, or the heat growing in the pit of my stomach, nor do I want to. I slowly lean back towards the arm of the couch and she moves with me, sliding up on top of me, her heat and weight pressing into me. My arms slide around her waist and I trail my hands slowly up and down the curves of her back, along her spine and down her ribs, learning every contour, every plane and every angle.
No boy has ever been like this, so soft, even in her most consuming moments of passion, so ardently adoring, so giving… not even Lucy was like this, it’s indescribable. The scent of her, the taste of her, the feel of her on top of me, her hands wandering, somewhere between greedy and worshipful.
We spend what seems like forever like that on the couch, kissing, touching, tasting, breathing the same breath as though we were one. I abandon myself to her completely as I never have with anyone else, shivering as her hands pass over my stomach and breasts, a tingle of pleasure running through me, centering where she touches me but the feeling spreading, radiating outwards from her hands, running through my body like fire and sending chills up and down my spine. I let her touch me where no one has, but then again, she’s not touching me like anyone else has.
Jen pulls away from me, looking up and over me, and all I can process is how absolutely gorgeous she looks in that moment. Her head cocked ever so slightly, hair a bit mussed. I reach up and smooth it out, letting the silky strands slide through my fingers. I try to pull her down into another kiss, but she shushes me, resisting my pull. She puts a finger to my lips and I gently pull it into my mouth and suck on it as I notice the movie has returned to its title screen, and I hear the slamming of a car door out front, signaling the return of our father from work.
*****
Jen
She kissed me, she actually kissed me! Not at all a sisterly kiss either. It was everything I’d ever imagined, and more. Our eyes are locked but she breaks the contact and looks away. Is she going to apologize? Or worse, yet, say it was horrid and wrong and that we should never speak of it again, much less do it again? God, I can’t let that happen. I don’t even hear the words when she starts talking, I just have to kiss her again… and again, and again. She seems to melt back and I follow her, not willing to let our contact be broken again. This is heaven.
It’s almost like making love with our mouths, penetrating deep inside one another, sharing the most intimate, hidden pieces of ourselves, all in a kiss. The wetness, the softness of her lips, breathing in as she breathes out, just as we did that day. My hands start roaming of their own volition, first over her sides, then I push myself up on one elbow so my other hand is free to slide over her stomach and hips, eventually straying ever farther upwards, skirting around the swells of her breasts and then finally gently cupping one, then the other, my thumb finding her nipples tense under her shirt, tracing around them and then passing over them. They’re supple and soft in my hand, nothing like touching my own… I could get lost in this, and I do for a long time.
To feel her soft moans in my mouth, the vibrations sending shivers through me and her body’s writhing almost enough to make me come. Then I more feel than see the light, only for a moment but enough to catch my attention. I push myself up, listening for a sound that might indicate Dad’s arrival. I know she’s looking at me, trying to get my attention again — her fingers running through my hair is a distraction, and how I wish I could let her pull me down when she tries.
My heart leaps with joy when I realize what Lana just did. Maybe it’s just the heat of the moment, but she wants more—her other hand is still sliding over my back, and I almost tremble with the effort of resisting her, putting a finger on those soft, still wet lips to keep her quiet. She begins sucking on my forefinger, the soft yet almost rough surface of her tongue teasing at its tip.
My body is quivering and I’m about to return to her when I hear it, the car door closing, heralding a major disruption. She’s caught on as well and we move like one, I sit up and snatch the remote, going for a random scene selection as she sits up, smoothing her hair and adjusting her clothes, then giving me a smile that tempts me to kiss her again. Instead I just lean against her and pull the afghan down over us, and we’re curled up, innocent as can be, when Dad comes through the door.
He gives us a brief nod, looking tired as always, then heads upstairs without even asking about dinner. Once he’s out of sight we both let out soft sighs of relief, and I wonder if she was holding her breath like I was.
I glance over at her, grinning my fool head off, and a smile slowly spreads on her face as well, until neither of us can hold back the giggles. We collapse against one another, giggling like mad. Her arms slide around me once again and I eventually come to rest, head on her shoulder, face against her neck, curled in against her, stroking her neck with my fingertips. I take a deep breath in, filling my lungs with the perfume of her skin and her hair before giving her neck a soft nuzzle.
“Lana?”
“Yeah?” she asks, kissing my hair before burying her face in it, seemingly enjoying the closeness as much as I am.
“I love you.”
She’s quiet for a moment, but it’s not a tense quiet. She squeezes me gently, nuzzling the top of my head and planting a few kisses before responding, lending the quiet a soft affection rather than weighing it down with anxiety.
“I love you too, my little miscreant.” I can hear the smile in her voice and I laugh softly, giving one of her nipples a little tweak. She hums out a soft noise of pleasure and frustration, sliding one of her hands down to give me a light smack on the butt. I can’t help but grin and giggle and soon we’re giddy again, laughing softly, mindful of Dad’s presence upstairs.
*****
Lana
Dear God, she’s beautiful. Lying against me like this, small and vulnerable and sweet, sheltering against my body, I can feel her adoration and love running through me. I’m in one of those moments of pure contentment, the bliss of emotion without thought. Feeling like this I can understand why she likes sleeping with me so much. I hold her close and never want to let her go.
Her hair has a strange, subtle fragrance. It makes me feel almost high, though I know that’s more because of what we’ve been doing than any actual component of the scent—but it’s gorgeous regardless. It’s just like her presence. Understated, delicate, hard to define and utterly intoxicating.
Somewhere in the back of my brain a voice is trying to scream at me, tell me this is wrong. It’s amazingly easy to ignore it, though. She seems so perfect right now and it felt so right—feels so right. I love her and she loves me. What could be wrong with that?
I idly stroke her hair and actually start paying attention to the movie, in a vague sort of way. Her steady breathing lulls me into a perfect state of calm, the rhythms of my heart, my hand and her chest gently rising and falling, all blending together to create a trancelike beat. By the end of the movie there are soft tears slipping down my cheeks, its statements of love and loss having taken root in my heart. I give the top of her head a kiss and make a promise to myself first, and then to her.
“Jen.” She looks up at me, smiling faintly.
“Good movie, eh?”
“I’ll never leave you. Never. No matter what.”
She just smiles and settles in against me once again. That’s all the response I need. No questions, no return vows. Her body speaks of trust and faith and devotion more eloquently than any writer or poet could. I’m everything to her, or I will be. Such an odd thought. I’m her big sister, the closest she’s ever known to a mother… and now… I know in my heart where this might lead, but I can’t bring myself to think of it like that yet. Yet. Someday, maybe even someday soon…
*****
Jen
We just lie there for a while after the movie ends. Everything too perfect to want to move and ruin it. Or maybe just afraid that if we move it will be ruined. Finally I push myself up, out of her arms and she watches me as I stand. Hey eyes are like dark pools, her hair a dark golden red sheet where the light is hitting it, and I smile down at her as I offer my hand. This isn’t normal, she’s usually the one in charge. Even so, I guide her to a standing position and slide my arms around her neck, pulling her into a soft, closed-mouth kiss.
No, nothing has changed, nothing has been ruined by getting up. So I slide a hand down and take one of hers, leading her slowly upstairs to her room. I simply shed my jeans and watch her as she slowly gets changed, right there in front of me. Her back is to me, but somehow that makes it all the more tantalizing.
She pulls her shirt up, slowly exposing the small of her back, then the smooth expanses up to her shoulder blades, divided by the line of her spine. My mouth is dry, remembering the feel of that soft, white skin under my hands, its smoothness and warmth. She pulls the shirt off over her head, the muscles of her back flexing and sliding smoothly under her skin. I want to reach out and touch her, but instead I just watch. She takes what seems like an eternity to slide her pants down and off, exposing first the firm, rounded curve of her ass, covered only by white bikini underwear… white cotton… so very her.
It’s hard to swallow and my heart is thundering as my eyes take in the smooth, taut lengths of her legs. Her thighs, the curves running down to her calves, long and toned, her skin, fair and almost luminous, no matter how hard she tries to tan. She leans over and steps out of her pants, and I want to feel her back and legs as she moves them, all of her actions slow and deliberate.
I remember how she writhed and quivered beneath me, the heat that was nearly exploding off of both of our bodies. I spy a brief glimpse of a wet patch on her underwear as she straightens, evidence of the effect I had on her. It almost makes me proud of myself. I can’t focus on just one part as she stands there before me, shrouded only in her hair and her panties. My eyes greedily slide over every inch of her I can see, devouring the visage of her flowering womanhood.
Her hips are a soft curve, the lines of her sides stretching upwards, her legs down. She’s standing on one foot, the other bent and gently toeing the carpet next to her firmly planted foot. I can imagine her chewing her lip, deciding on what to wear. I can’t fathom what would make it a hard decision but I’ll enjoy her deliberations, nonetheless.
Not one movement is lost on me, all my attention is so focused on her. She crosses her arms across her chest for a moment then rests a hand on her hip, her body taking on a new posture that illuminates new aspects of her form, the flow of her stances, her stunning grace.
She finally reaches into her closet, pulling out an old dress shirt of Dad’s, worn soft through years of wear. She pulls it on and turns around without buttoning it, smiling as I gape at the strip of naked flesh, running from below her navel all the way up, over her firm stomach to her chest, just barely showing the beginning of the swells of her breasts, to the hollow of her throat.
I feel as if I’m frozen as she walks over to me, sitting on the edge of her bed, and cradles my head to her chest. My arms move of their own volition around her waist and I kiss the smooth valley at the center of her chest, slowly standing and letting my mouth wander up over her collarbone and neck. Her sighs and moans into my ear are soft but heartfelt, and we fall back onto the bed.
Between kisses we slowly right ourselves on the bed and slide under the covers. Our legs twine together as eagerly as our tongues and we wrap around one another, getting fully entangled, breathing deeply when the kisses stop. I look into those soft, aqua eyes of hers and love everything I see there. Her smile is brilliant, even in the darkness.
“I love you, you sweet, sweet thing.” Her voice is soft, but clear in the silence of the house. “How long have you been thinking about, well, this?”
I can feel myself blushing and looking away, but she catches my chin and gives me a lingering kiss, sending a chill down my spine and causing me to press in against her body.
“Jen, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, nothing you can’t share with me. Haven’t we proven that already?”
“Well, we haven’t done everything yet…” I try for a bit of an impish grin, not fully understanding my embarrassment but wanting to hide it all the same.
Her laugh is like a silver chime, cutting through my darker feelings and leaving only the urge to laugh along with her. I smile, looking to her willingly again, shaking my head a bit.
“Well? You haven’t answered me.” She’s smiling in return, and stroking my cheek. Her eyes are curious but not judgmental, warm and loving. How can I resist a look like that?
“Since after the accident. I mean, it was terrifying… You were bloody and not moving… I kissed you then. I mean… we kind of kissed. I don’t know what I meant. It’s not all clear…” I’m blushing again, stumbling over my words until her finger on my lips shushes me. She’s got a wry little smile on her lips and her eyes are sparkling with amusement.
“I’m sorry I don’t remember our fist kiss then. It might have made things easier on you if I had; then again, who knows how I would’ve reacted then. The important thing is now. I love you, you love me. We both know it, we’re both dealing with it, right?” All I can do is nod. “Let’s not rush into things though, no reason to hurry through what we might enjoy a whole lot.” She’s smiling, a tinge of wickedness in her eyes. I think it’s the sexiest look she’s ever given me, inviting, teasing, but still loving.
I settle in against her, lightly kissing her neck and nestling my head on her shoulder again. Slowly I drift off to sleep, keeping her close, kissing and lightly sucking on her neck as she strokes my hair, listening to her heartbeat. Sleep has never come so easily.
Continue on to Chapter 4
Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 10
Tanya lay beside her sister and smiled at her before glancing at her mother and aunt, who grinned back. “Are you sure about this?” Tanya asked.
“Completely sure,” Callie answered her daughter, placing a pillow between herself and the bed post to allow as much comfort as possible. She and her older sister, Melanie, sat back to watch the two young sisters. Melanie had not seen them together, and in a way, neither had Callie. She’d seen what was happening, but not from where she could get a good look since the real action had been blocked from view by Tanya’s body. Now, however, she would be able to get up and get as close to the action as she wanted.
“What should we do first?” Tanya asked, excited but nervous about being watched by her mother and aunt while she and Becky had sex.
“Whatever you want to do,” Melanie said. “It’s totally up to the two of you.”
Tanya leaned close to Becky. “Let’s start out by kissing. That’ll give us some time to get used to being watched.”
Becky grinned and nodded. She loved kissing her big sister, so that was a perfect way to begin as far as she was concerned.
Tanya leaned forward and pressed her lips to Becky’s. Their kiss was fairly quick at first, nothing very sexy. Just a kiss. That one led to another, lasting a bit longer. Then the girls began using their tongues, tenderly touching them at first before moving on to more passionate kisses. Full, open-mouth French kisses that heated up quickly as their breathing signaled the urgency that was growing in the girls’ more intimate areas.
Tanya could feel her pussy getting very wet very quickly. She could feel the slick cream oozing from her vagina and coating her labia as her pussy swelled with need. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire and the liquid seeping from her vagina was like gasoline.
Becky soon forgot they were being watched and concentrated on her sister’s lips and tongue. She could feel her older sister’s breathing grow quick and heavy, and she was again thrilled that she could have that effect on her sixteen-year-old sister. She couldn’t wait for the two of them to get together with Kelli, who would probably jump at the chance to make love with Tanya. She wondered who else they might be able to have fun with.
A sudden lustful whimper from the foot of Tanya’s bed reminded Becky that they were being watched. That was when it occurred to her that they might end up having sex with their own mother, not to mention their aunt. They would almost certainly be seeing their mother and her own sister having sex together, maybe even that very day. How much different would it be for she and Tanya to join in? Incest was incest, wasn’t it? Did it matter if it were sisters, a mother and her daughters, or an aunt and her nieces?
Becky glanced at the foot of the bed and her eyes met her mother’s. Her mom’s eyes had the same glazed-over appearance that Tanya’s did when she was super horny, causing Becky to wonder if her own eyes glazed over like that when she was as excited as she was now.
Then Becky noticed where her mom’s hand was. Her mom was touching her own slit, rubbing it near the top where Becky had recently learned was where the center of a girl’s horniness lay, enfolded in a small pocket of flesh, which Tanya had called her “hood.” The thought occurred to Becky that she was actually watching her mom masturbate, and that sent a shiver of desire running from her pussy throughout her body.
Then the nine-year-old shifted her gaze to Aunt Melanie, who had fingers at her slit as well. She watched as the woman’s manicured fingers massaged the juices her vagina made all around the inner lips, making them glisten in the light from the bedside lamp. For the first time, Becky wondered if her aunt’s pussy would taste anything like Tanya’s. Then she thought about her mother again. How would her mother’s pussy taste?
Becky realized her mouth was watering at the thought of tasting the women. She hoped it would happen soon and she wondered if they would object if she asked them if she could lick them.
Tanya was now traveling down her sister’s body, placing small kisses on Becky’s soft skin as she went. She stopped at Becky’s non-existent breasts, tonguing the nipples and feeling them grow stiff in her mouth, despite belonging to a nine-year-old girl. She moved down her baby sister’s tummy until she arrived at the girl’s bald pussy. She grinned up at Becky as she flicked the little girl’s slit with her tongue, making sure to make direct contact with the small clit.
Becky shuddered at the sudden contact. When the pleasure hit her like that, she glanced again at her mother and her mother’s sister. Each was smiling. Each was still rubbing her own pussy. As Becky watched, her aunt reached over with the hand that was not occupied with her own pussy and began pinching her own sister’s nipples. Becky was fascinated watching her aunt playing with her own sister’s boobs.
Tanya wanted to sixty-nine with her sister while her mother and aunt watched them and masturbated. She wanted the two women to come at the exact same time she and Becky did, though she knew that was probably not going to happen.
Lowering her pussy to Becky’s mouth, Tanya felt her little sister’s mouth against her pussy and realized she would not be taking very long to reach her own climax. She could feel her clit throbbing with the need to come, and Becky was a natural at licking pussy, so she knew it wouldn’t be long now.
Tanya heard movement at the foot of the bed and glanced that way. Her mother was now bent over to lick her own sister’s breasts. The teenager watched as her mother sucked Aunt Melanie’s boob into her mouth before releasing it before attacking the nipple. Tanya could see her mother’s teeth teasing the nipple, nibbling it softly as the circle of flesh puckered in delight.
Then the two women began fingering each other. Fingers plunged into their pussies. It was the most erotic sight Tanya had ever seen. Her mother was sucking her own sister’s nipple and fucking the woman’s pussy with two fingers. Tanya’s aunt had her hand on the other woman’s pussy and was flicking the clit expertly while Tanya watched.
Tanya felt the orgasm rising from deep within her body. It rushed up on her like a freight train and plowed into her, making her screech as the climax seemed to grasp her body and mind, causing huge spasms to rock her. Her entire universe seem centered in her clit as she came, the throbbing waves of pleasure washing over her and turning her body into a quivering mass of spent desire.
Becky held on as Tanya came, feeling her older sister’s pussy spasm while Tanya’s body quaked. As soon as Tanya’s orgasm started to ease off, Becky’s began. She shivered and trembled as the climax took her. Snatches of her surroundings became all she could comprehend outside her own pussy. Quick flashes of images burst in her mind like snapshots. Tanya’s inner thigh. Her aunt’s smiling face. Her mother’s own face, her mouth in an “O” of surprise and awe at the power of her daughter’s orgasm. Fingers frozen at the entrances to mature pussies. Then the darkness of the world behind her closed eyes as she squeezed them shut to focus on the massive orgasm that gave her so much pleasure.
Then the sisters were lying back themselves to watch their mother and aunt together. They had not come yet, and it was obvious they were greatly in need of doing just that.
Melanie was looking at her younger sister, the mother of the two young girls at the other end of the crowded bed. As she stared into Callie’s eyes, she brought her fingers to her mouth — the same fingers that moments before had been plunging in and out of her sister’s vagina — and pushed the fingers into her mouth, closing her mouth around them as if it were her brother’s cock, and sucking the juices from them. Pulling the saliva-coated fingers from her mouth, she said, “Mmm . . . finger-lickin’ good.”
The two older sisters giggled at the words, and then kissed.
“I want to do what I’ve only dreamed about,” said Melanie.
“So do I,” Callie answered, totally willing to do what she had avoided when she and her older sister were teenagers.
The two women moved into a sixty-nine position as if they’d done it together every day of their lives. The movement was natural, as if nature had predetermined it would happen one day.
Melanie moved toward her sister’s pussy, savoring the moment. Then she pressed her face into Callie’s pussy, pushing her tongue out to fuck her sister the same way her fingers had been doing not long before. She pushed her tongue into Callie’s cunt, gathering the moisture there and pulling her tongue back into her mouth to swallow the nectar she could gather. Then she repeated the motion, tongue-fucking her sister and doing her best to record in her mind each second of their actions — the actions she had longed to engage in since she was Tanya’s age.
Callie was more tentative than her sister, but just as enthusiastic. Once her tongue had begun exploring her older sister’s vagina, she realized they were doing something they had been meant to do since childhood. She nearly cried when she thought of the time they’d wasted while she struggled with her incestuous desires for her older sister, trying to deny them while those desires manifested themselves in a million things she did to avoid the inevitable. The choices in her life had all been nursing the denials. Her roommate in college had reminded her of Melanie in so many ways. It was all so clear now.
She’d always been in love with her sister. And her own daughters had been the catalyst for finally bringing them together.
As she felt her climax soaring, she could feel Melanie’s own orgasm taking her. The two women held each other around their thighs as they came, bucking into each other’s faces and delighting in finally doing what they’d been meant to do for so long.
As their orgasms receded, they fell back and started laughing. The two young girls at the other end of the bed looked at each other in wonderment as their mother and aunt laughed. Then the two older women moved to lie with each other, embracing in a way they had never embraced before.
“That was too long in coming,” Melanie said as the laughter died.
“I agree,” Callie said, “but the coming didn’t last long enough, I’m afraid.”
The two women fell into more laughter, finally calming and looking at the two young girls.
“Don’t mind us, girls,” Melanie said. “We’re just coming to grips with the reality that we finally ate each other’s pussy, which we should have done years ago.”
“Oh,” the girls said in unison.
Melanie looked at the two girls. “Okay, who’s up for swapping partners?”
Callie looked at her sister in shock. “What?”
“Oh, come on. You don’t think this is stopping here, do you? Admit it. You’re dying to taste your girls. Don’t deny it, either. I mean, do you want to wait until more years have gone by before giving in to what you know deep inside you want?”
Callie looked at her daughters. “Maybe they aren’t interested in having sex with their mother or aunt.”
“Are you kidding?” Becky said. “I’d love to!”
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Kelli had been riding in the front seat with Kate in the back while their mother drove them home. She sat there in the passenger seat, watching the scenery flit past, thinking about the sudden visit to their mom’s aunt’s house. Her mom’s uncle had been put in the hospital after a sudden heart attack, and they had left quickly to visit.
Kelli and Kate had spent a lot of time with some cousins, Jade and Julie, sixteen-year-old identical twins. The twins had not been pleased at first with having to watch their younger cousins, but they had come to enjoy Kelli and Kate’s company quite a bit. Julie smiled at the memory of the past few days.
Jade and Julie were the daughters of one of their mom’s cousins. They both had black hair that fell down their backs nearly to their butts and eyes so brown they looked like dark chocolate. Kelli thought they were two of the most beautiful girls she’d ever known. She’d only seen them a couple of times in her life, the last time being nearly six years ago. Kate didn’t even remember them since she’d been only six the last time they’d seen each other. Kelli had been eight, so she remembered them, but only that they were cousins and pretty.
Now, though, she was fourteen and an admitted lesbian sexpot, eager to have sex with just about any girl who might be willing to fool around. Kate was the same way. When Jade and Julie had balked at entertaining their younger cousins, Kelli had decided to let them catch her playing with herself to see where that might lead. She would have tried something more subtle, but they only had a few days together and she could think of nothing else to try. After all, what would her cousins do? Tell her mother? Mom wouldn’t care in the least, except for possibly being annoyed that Kelli had been so brazen. And if the girls told their parents, so what? She was only doing what every healthy girl her age liked to do.
So the first day after their arrival, Kelli excused herself when she, Kate, and their cousins were alone. She went directly to the twins’ bedroom and pulled her shorts down to her ankles before climbing on the twins’ queen-size bed. Raising her ass in the air, she began to play with herself hoping it wouldn’t take long for the older girls to wonder where she’d gotten to and investigate.
About five minutes after she’d started, she heard one of them — she couldn’t tell them apart yet — come down the hall toward the room, calling for her.
“Kelli? Where are you?”
Kelli ignored the question and continued playing with her pussy, smearing the juices around and enjoying the feel. Her heart began to pound from the excitement of being caught. She’d left the bedroom door ajar on purpose. Sure enough. the twin — it turned out to be Jade — walked into the bedroom and gasped.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Kelli just looked back at Jade without stopping and smiled. “Playing with myself. What’s it look like?”
“You–! Oh my god!”
Kelli had been close and the shock on her cousin’s face at the sight pushed her over the edge. She came while Jade stood there, staring at her younger cousin’s ass and pussy. Kelli groaned and shook as the climax shook her.
Then there were two more people in the room. Kelli collapsed onto her back and caught her breath, her fingers still working calmly between her labia, toying lightly with her clit, which was still twitching from her recent orgasm.
“Holy shit!” Julie said. Kelli looked into the girl’s grinning face before glancing at Kate, who was grinning as well. She could tell Kelli had been discovered on purpose and knew why. Her eyes were already glazing with thoughts of what might happen.
Jade stood over Kelli, her face registering shock over what she’d found in her bed. “I hope you didn’t get any of your come on our bedspread!”
“Relax,” Kelli said. “It’ll wash out if I did.”
“Why did you do this?” Julie asked, her grin still plastered on her face. Kelli could tell she was turned on by what they’d found.
“Cuz I was horny. Why else?”
Jade looked at Kate then back at Kelli. “Does she know you do this?”
“Of course,” Kelli said. “Sometimes she joins me.”
The twins looked at Kate, the surprise evident on their faces.
Julie said, “You do?”
“Sure. Why not?” Kate said.
“What if we tell your mom?” Jade asked.
“She already knows,” Kelli said.
“She knows you two jill off together?” Jade asked.
Kate spoke up. “She might even–“
“Hush, Kate,” Kelli said. Kate realized Kate meant that maybe telling them about what they do with their mom might be going over the line, so she said nothing.
“Yeah, she knows,” Kelli said. “Caught us together once. We talked about it, and she realized girls are gonna do what girls are gonna do. Know what I mean?”
The twins looked at each other and blushed, signaling they knew exactly what Kelli meant. She immediately knew the two older girls had at least experimented with each other, maybe more. Maybe a lot more, in fact.
Kelli dove in with what she said next. “Wanna watch what we like to do together?”
The twins once again exchanged a look. “You won’t tell?” Julie asked.
“Why would we tell?” Kelli said.
The twins looked at each other again, then looking back at Kelli they nodded. “Sure,” Julie said. “We’d love to watch.”
“Get naked, Kate,” Kelli said as she began removing her own clothes.
Kate eagerly began stripping and hopped onto the bed when she was done. She leaned to Kelli and whispered in her ear. “How far should we go?”
Kelli whispered back, “All the way.”
Kate grinned. She loved being watched, and she felt this was going to lead to a lot of fun with their gorgeous cousins.
“Suck my nipples,” Kelli said loud enough for the twins to hear.
Kate bent down and began tonguing her sister’s nipples, causing Kelli to sigh with pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” said one of the twins.
Kelli looked at them. They were standing at the foot of the bed, eyes wide and mouths hanging open in disbelief. As she watched, Julie reached up with one hand and began playing with a nipple through her shirt and bra. Kelli smiled and said, “Don’t let us stop you.”
“Huh?” Jade said.
Kelli nodded toward Julie. Jade turned to see what her twin sister was doing and immediately understood what Kelli meant.
Kate began to move down her sister’s body, kissing her tummy along the way and tonguing Kelli’s navel before continuing her sexual journey. When she reached Kelli’s pubes, she heard one of the twins mumble, “Oh, shit.”
Kelli looked at Jade and Julie and said, “Wouldn’t things be easier if you were naked?”
Kate heard the twins hurriedly undressing. Then she felt the mattress moving as the older girls climbed onto their bed. Kate glanced at them before she covered Kelli’s mound with her mouth. The twins were starting to play with their pussies.
“I know you two do more than just masturbate together,” Kelli said as she did her best to control her breathing while Kate got down to business. “I could tell from the looks you gave each other when I said that about girls doing what their gonna do. So if you want to do, well, more — feel free.”
“You sure?” Julie asked.
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” Kelli said. “After things get started, maybe we can swap partners.”
Kate had to stop what she was doing as she watched the twins get into a sixty-nine. Then swinging her own leg over her sister, she lowered her own pussy to Kelli’s mouth.
Soon, the room was filled with the moans of the four girls, not to mention the distinct aroma of horny pussies. They all came within two minutes of each other.
As the four girls caught their breath and giggled, Kate said, “So, who wants to lick my pussy while I lick hers?”
Both twins said simultaneously, “ME!”
Needless to say, they no longer resented having to entertain their young cousins. The rest of the stay was unbelievable to the point of asking their parents if they could catch the train later that summer for a visit with Kelli and Kate. Puzzled at their daughters’ change of heart, they’d said yes.
Kelli smiled at the memories of their time with Jade and Julie. Now riding in the front of the car, she looked over the back of her seat at Kate, who was slumped on one side of the car reading something on her laptop.
“Whatcha reading?” Kelli asked.
“A story I saved onto my laptop from Juicy Secrets.”
“And you’re still dressed?” Kelli asked.
Kelli watched as her sister pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees. Kelli grinned as she watched Kate begin playing with herself.
“Which story?”
“It’s one about some cousins,” Kate said and grinned.
Their mother caught on. Turning toward Kelli, Tracy said, “Did you two do something with Jade and Julie?”
Kelli grinned. “Yeah. You shoulda been there. It was awesome.”
Tracy turned her attention back to the road. They would be home soon and she would have fun with the girls then. She didn’t have to worry that Kate would wear herself out. Tracy had come to realize that was damn near impossible. Still, she made eye contact with Kate in the rearview mirror. “Save some for me,” she said and continued driving.
“Always,” Kate said and returned to her story and her bald young pussy.
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Teaching the Girls, Chapter 3
Could anything be better than this? My god, I’d just had sex with two little girls, a nine-year-old and a ten-year-old, licking their pussies, making them both come. It was an erotic fantasy come true.
We’d taken a short break, time for us all to recover. Kay and Danielle were sitting on the bed with us now, holding their daughters, petting them and talking quietly. I was lying on my stomach, hands between my legs, fingers wet. Once Cherise reached orgasm, I simply couldn’t stand it any more and had to touch myself. After a few quick strokes of my clit, I came in an earth-shattering climax. That was a huge one, almost knocked me out. I definitely needed a rest.
I took one more deep breath, then sat up.
Kay grinned at me. “Are you ready for more?”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, offering a smile while still feeling a bit faint.
“Me too!” said Addison, bouncing on her mother’s lap.
“Okay, good.” Kay, now completely nude, was beaming with excitement. She kissed Addison’s cheek, then said to me, “What I’d really like to see next is, well, Britt, will you teach my little one here how to, you know, how to lick you and make you come?”
Oh my god!!! That sure woke me up. Would I be willing to let a little girl lick my pussy with her mother watching? Of course I would! Who wouldn’t?
I was suddenly so filled with lust and desire, though, that I found it hard to speak. I swallowed, then croaked, “Y-yeah, I can do that.”
“Sweetie,” said Kay to her daughter, “would you like to try that with Britt?”
The child quickly nodded, “Uh-huh!” She seemed eager to learn.
“Mmm, nice,” sighed Danielle.
The tall brunette was on her knees beside me, with one arm around Cherise. Her legs were spread, her skirt pulled up, and she was rubbing her pussy through her white panties. Danielle was the only person in the room who still had her clothes on. I wondered how long that would last — and I also noticed Cherise looking down, paying close attention as her mom played with herself.
Kay got to her feet, letting Addison slide from her lap onto the bed. “So, you two go ahead, and we’ll watch, all right?”
It was plain that the woman was planning not only to watch, but do more too. Already she had a hand between her legs, teasing her clit, while the other hand fondled her breasts and nipples. She certainly wasn’t bashful about showing her arousal.
I smiled at Kay, then turned to Addison. “Okay, maybe, uh… first, let’s you and me trade positions.”
She was near the top of the bed, and I was at the foot. We shifted around so I could lean against some pillows while instructing the child in the art of cunnilingus. I opened my legs as Addison moved into position.
Then I got an inspiration. “Um, I think, Cherise, you should watch and learn too. Get down here next to Addison, okay?”
“Okay,” Cherise nodded, and soon I had both little girls lying on their tummies between my outstretched thighs, gazing at my exposed pussy.
“God, yeah,” said Danielle, as she reached beneath her skirt to quickly pull her panties down, sliding them along her shapely legs and off.
She knelt close to us, still wearing her sleeveless top, along with a bra and her short skirt, but with knees wide apart, both hands massaging her sex. I saw that she appeared to be completely bare, shaved smooth. Kay, by contrast, had a triangle of dark pubic hair, though cropped short and carefully trimmed. I hadn’t seen Danielle’s breasts yet, but it was obvious that hers were smaller than Kay’s, perhaps as small as mine. I was barely a B-cup then.
Anyway — come on, Britt, concentrate! I shook my head to clear it, turning my attention away from comparing the bodies of these two lovely women, shifting my focus to the little ones in front of me. That was my responsibility now, teaching the girls how to lick a pussy, my pussy, and bring me to orgasm.
Both were looking up at me, avid, expectant. Such beautiful young faces, full of joy and ready to learn.
“Okay, so, the first thing is just to look,” I said to them. “Take your time, and really observe, see everything, take it all in.”
As I spoke, I slowly drew my knees up a bit more, opening my legs even wider. With the fingers of both hands, I tugged on the edges of my labia, gently parting the moist lips.
“Look closely now, and be in the moment. Breathe… know you are there… know this is me and this is you and we are one…”
This was from Gina. I was repeating her words, almost exactly, instructing these girls the same way she’d done with me when I was only eleven, a skinny little kid learning about lesbian love. Now, five years later, I was the teacher.
“Breathe… inhale… slowly exhale… close your eyes, inhale again and taste the smell… know it, learn it, make it part of you…”
While the girls had their eyes shut, I glanced at their mothers. The women seemed to be following my instructions too. Their eyes were closed and they were breathing calmly, though both were still masturbating, rubbing their pussies. That was fine with me, of course. I wanted them to come. The more orgasms the better.
I spoke again, softly, hypnotically. “You can open your eyes. Breathe deeply, in… out… lick your lips, and swallow. Can you taste the smell? Does it make you want more?”
The girls nodded in unison.
“Addison, bring your face very close to me, almost touching, but not quite. Cherise, you watch and learn. Pretty soon you’ll be doing this too.”
It wasn’t easy to keep myself under control at this point, staying focused on the task. I was extremely aroused, my clit throbbing, erect, eager for attention. I wanted to rub myself — and even more, I wanted to grab Addison and pull her mouth to my cunt, humping her until I came.
But no, I couldn’t do that, not yet. First I needed to teach them. I had a job to do.
“Now, Addison, blow on my pussy. Warm, soft breath. Very gently, that’s right… mmm, it feels nice. Do it again. Good, so good… can you see how my pussy is beginning to open a little more, all by itself? Do you see that?”
Addison nodded, “Uh-huh.”
It was true. I’d witnessed this with Gina many times as she was teaching me. When a woman, or a girl, wants sex, her labia will slowly swell and spread open, her vagina too. This takes patience to observe, but the reward is a beautiful, delicious, incredibly erotic sight.
I’d taken my hands away from my crotch. They were resting on my thighs. As I tried to steady my own breathing, I felt a drop of lubrication ooze from my opening, sliding down. I was so fucking turned on.
“Can you see how wet I am?” I said to Addison, my voice shaky.
“Yeah…”
“That’s because I want you so much. I want you to lick me. Usually, if I wasn’t teaching you, we might be going faster. But right now we’re taking it slow. It’s okay both ways, but at the beginning, your first time, it’s good to slow things down a little, all right?”
“Mm, well, I’ll try,” Kay chuckled.
This was the first time in several minutes that either of the women had spoken. All eyes turned to her. Kay had three fingers of her right hand buried deep inside her vagina. As we watched, she drew them out, then held them up, showing us. Strands of gooey moisture made a web between her fingers.
“Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt,” said Kay, “but, I mean, I’m just so so close.”
“I know,” I told her. “And it’s fine. You can come whenever you want. You don’t need to hold back. Just let yourself go.”
“Really?” she leered.
“Uh-huh, it’s fine. No problem.”
“Good, ‘cause I don’t wanna wait anymore.”
Kay brought her right hand to her pussy, juicy fingers stroking her clit. At the same time, she shoved two fingers of her other hand up inside her cunt. “Fuck, I’m almost there — so close, I can’t, I can’t — Unh! Unh! UNHH!!”
She was coming, a woman in heat, masturbating to orgasm in plain view of another woman, of a teenage girl, and of two younger girls, one of them her own daughter. None of this mattered to Kay. If anything, in fact, it probably made her climax even stronger, more intense, knowing she had an audience and that she was breaking taboos.
We waited, watching, appreciating the spectacle. Seeing a woman or a girl at the peak of sexual ecstasy is spellbinding, breathtaking, an irreplaceable experience — something else Gina taught me. I wanted Addison and Cherise to take this all in, not miss a thing, and, of course, I wanted to savor it myself.
Finally Kay was nearly finished. She groaned, shuddered a couple of times, and then with a heavy sigh, slowly opened her eyes and smiled at us as she sat down on the bed beside me, her bottom warm against my thigh. She nodded to me as she licked her fingers, saying without words that she wanted the lesson to continue.
“Addison,” I said, “do you think you can find my clit?”
She frowned. “Your… clit?”
“Uh-huh. Do you know what that is?”
“No.”
“Well, when you masturbate, it’s the special place that — uhh, why don’t you sit up for just a sec, hon. Let me see your pussy, okay? Use your fingers and open yourself up, nice and wide. That’s right. Can you show me where you touch yourself when you masturbate? Where it feels best?”
“Well, I mean, mostly kind of like, right here?” said the girl.
“Uh-huh, exactly,” I nodded. “That’s your clitoris, or clit for short. It’s a little bud with lots of nerve endings, where all the really good sexual feelings are concentrated. For most girls, when they masturbate, that’s where the magic happens.”
“You wanna see mine?” said Danielle, suddenly.
With two fingers of one hand, the woman was spreading her labia while arching her pelvis toward us. Her fat clit protruded, pink and shiny.
“Nice,” I smiled.
I noticed that Cherise was staring, wide-eyed, at her mother’s exposed sex. The child had looked closely at Addison too, but seemed even more captivated by her mom’s blatant exhibitionism. The girl’s mouth hung open. She certainly was learning a lot.
“Goddamn, you make me wanna come again.” That was Kay. She had one hand on a breast, squeezing the nipple, while the other hand worked between her legs.
“That’s fine,” I said. “You can come whenever you feel like it, as often as you want. You too, Danielle.”
It seemed sort of funny that I was in charge of the situation, a sixteen-year-old giving direction to a pair of grown women. But they both appeared completely happy with that. So, I turned my attention back to their daughters.
“All right, now lie down again,” I said to Addison, “and move in real close, like you were before. That’s good, perfect. Okay, so… you know where your own clit is, and you’ve seen, um, Danielle’s. Now I want you to find mine. Using your fingers, pull my lips back and find my clit. Can you do that?”
“Mm, okay,” Addison nodded, a look of concentration on her face.
Although I was doing my best to stay composed, maintaining the calm demeanor of an instructor, when I felt the child’s fingers touch my vulva, I couldn’t help but give a start. She looked up at me, her eyebrows raised. Had she done something wrong?
“It’s all right,” I assured her, “no problem. It’s just, it feels good, that’s all. Keep going.”
She spread my labia and peered inside. “Is that it?” she asked.
It certainly was. My clit was as big as I’d ever seen it, sticking up like a pencil eraser.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “that’s my clit, pretty girl.”
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. How difficult it was to be a good teacher under these circumstances, to remain on track with the lessons to be taught. It made me admire Gina even more, marveling at how she’d imparted so much knowledge to me while at the same time dealing with all that sexual tension. It wasn’t easy!
One more long slow breath. In, out. Concentrate. Focus. I tried to remember Gina’s words, and to use them myself.
“Put your tongue, the very tip of your tongue, right on the end of my clit. Uh-huh, right there.”
When she did, I groaned loudly, helpless to stop myself. My entire body was trembling with arousal, all my nerves on edge. I felt hot, feverish, as though my skin might actually be aglow with sexual heat.
“Uh, okay, g-good,” I managed to say. “Now, just… flick your tongue over the end a couple times. Yeah, uh-huh, GOD yeah.” I gritted my teeth, straining to stay in control. “And, um, now, kind of flatten your tongue and lay it over my clit, that’s right, and rub slowly up and down.”
Addison’s eyes were looking into mine. A coy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Did she know what she doing, how good she was making me feel? Well, perhaps she did, since I had done the same things with her only a few minutes earlier. But she certainly was a quick learner, an excellent student.
“Keep doing that with your tongue,” I said to her. “And, uh, you can sort of swirl it around too, if you want, in little circles. That’s right, oh my god, yes, good, perfect.”
“Ooofff!” Kay grunted next to us, climaxing again as she watched her daughter lick me. This was at least her fourth orgasm that afternoon during the special lesson I was teaching the girls. It made me happy that the woman was enjoying herself so much.
“Now, um, at the same time,” I told Addison, “don’t stop with your tongue, but… can you take your finger and put it inside me? Inside my pussy?”
“Okay.”
She did stop with her tongue, but not for long, fortunately. Only long enough to answer me and to glance down, locating my vagina. Then she put her tongue over my clit again as I felt her small finger slipping inside me.
“Mmmmm,” I groaned, “you’re gonna make me come. I don’t wanna — I don’t wanna stop now — keep doing it, lick my clit, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy — AAHHH!!”
Addison was just the second person who had ever brought me to climax, Gina being the first. It was really quite amazing that my first sexual partner was a woman in her forties and my second was a child, a nine-year-old little girl. Life can be full of surprises.
Of course, it wouldn’t be long after that until I acquired a third partner, only a few more minutes. As soon as I was halfway calmed down and had opened my eyes again, Danielle said, “Now it’s Cherise’s turn, okay?”
“Sure, okay,” I smiled, letting out a contented sigh. Then I looked at the girl. “Do you want to, honey?”
Cherise nodded eagerly. She was so beautiful. Addison was certainly cute, adorable, but not as pretty as Cherise. This kid could have been a model. She had everything, a slender frame, perfect features, flawless skin. I later found out that Cherise’s mother, Danielle, had in fact been a successful model for several years when she was a teenager, until she became pregnant at age twenty and then got married. The marriage lasted only a couple of years, but she had an exquisitely lovely child to show for it.
And now that beautiful girl was lying between my legs, looking up at me, waiting for instruction. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart,” said Danielle to her daughter. “You’ll like it, I know you will.”
Cherise didn’t seem the least bit frightened to me. Her eyes were bright, her face beaming in a toothy smile. As our gazes met, she actually licked her lips, giggling playfully.
I’d thought something to myself earlier, at the start of our session, about being on stage, expected to perform. Now that it was Cherise’s chance to take the spotlight, she seemed more than ready for it. If she’d been somewhat overawed by things before, that was all gone. She was obviously into this. Cherise liked sex!
Kay, in the meantime, had stood up again, next to the bed. I guess she liked the view from that angle. And she was masturbating, of course. The woman couldn’t seem to keep her fingers away from her pussy, which was certainly fine with me.
Addison was kneeling nearby, watching everything with interest and curiosity. Her hands rested on her thighs. I gave her a wink before continuing.
“Okay, so,” I said to Cherise, “you saw how Addison did it. You heard everything I told her. Do you think you know what to do?”
“Uh-huh, yeah, I think so. I remember.”
“Good, so then… what was the first thing?” I asked.
“Um, first was, just to look. Well, and to smell too. Breathe, inhale, smell and taste it. And the second thing after that was to sort of blow on it a little bit.”
“That’s right, excellent. So, can you do those things, nice and slow?”
“Okay.”
Cherise wriggled in a bit closer. She was on her tummy, resting on her elbows. I took a moment to let my eyes travel down her body, so smooth and elegant and slim, with long perfect legs and a tempting small round bottom. God, she made me wet. As I watched, she raised one leg, bending it at the knee, slowly waving her little foot in the air.
This whole time, of course, while I ogled her, Cherise was studying my pussy, taking it all in, making herself one with my sex. She breathed slowly and quietly, but deeply. Then I saw her close her eyes, inhale very deliberately, lick her lips and swallow. By now, after two orgasms, one when I’d masturbated and the other with Addison eating me, my pussy was drenched, sodden with moisture. There was plenty for the girl to smell, and soon to taste with her tongue.
After a minute or so of mindful inhalation and exhalation, Cherise opened her eyes. She glanced up at me, making sure I had no additional instructions for her. I smiled and nodded at the pretty child. She was doing everything right, an ‘A’ student.
She leaned in closer, her nose nearly brushing my pubic hair. I saw her swallow again. Her hands came up, and with surprising tenderness, the girl carefully drew back my inner labia, revealing my clit.
“Very good,” I said to her, my voice thick with arousal. “You’re doing perfectly, perfectly.”
The beautiful brunette smiled, but said nothing. Cherise extended her tongue, touching the tip of my clit, exactly the way I’d instructed Addison. Then she flicked her tongue over my clit.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned, my nerves on fire again, pulse racing. It was hard to speak, but I did my best. “Do that… do that… a couple more times, and then… the next thing.”
She knew what the next thing was, and she did it, flattening her tongue, laying it over my clit, drawing it slowly up and down a few times, then around in circles.
Oh. My. God. Nothing feels better than this, and with a gorgeous little girl doing it, licking my pussy, well, as you can guess, I was practically out of my mind with lust. Then I remembered that there was still one more thing I was supposed to tell her.
But she didn’t need to be told. Keeping her tongue in place, continuing to lick me, Cherise managed to find my opening with her finger, and slid it inside, fucking me.
I didn’t want to come too quickly. I wanted her to have this experience just a little longer, licking and fingering, learning to give pleasure. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth. My hands were on my breasts and I squeezed them hard, nearly to the point of pain, trying to hold on as long as possible.
Then I heard Danielle’s voice beside me. “That’s right, baby girl, lick her pussy… lick her pussy, little girl…”
I turned to look at the woman. Her face was flushed, shiny with sweat. Both hands were between her spread legs, fingers massaging her clit. She seemed almost in a trance, eyes glazed as she murmured, “Eating pussy little girl eating pussy little girl eating pussy little girl eat—” and then suddenly “—eahh-AHH!!” She was coming.
Cherise’s gaze flicked for a second or two over to her mom, but her tongue never stopped licking me, her finger never ceased fucking my wet cunt.
I heard a high-pitched squeal, this from Addison, who was kneeling next to Cherise, her face in a grimace, blue eyes flashing from pussy to pussy to pussy, from mine to Danielle’s and then to her own mom’s, Kay’s. Addison had begun masturbating too, and the excitement was already too much for her. She climaxed.
When that happened, Kay came as well. She grunted and groaned, her womanly body jolted by the spasms. I watched her briefly, then turned again to Danielle. Her orgasm was almost over. She was still breathing heavily, panting, licking her lips. I saw a puddle of juices beneath her staining Addison’s Little Mermaid bedspread.
I looked back down at Cherise, a ten-year-old child licking pussy for the first time, my pussy. I was going to come in her mouth.
Nearly breathless, barely able to get the words out, I said to her, “Take your… finger… out… and put… your tongue… inside me…”
Saying these words, all by itself, was nearly enough to push me over the top. But I waited, held on as long as I could, as Cherise eased her slender finger from my vagina and replaced it with her tongue.
And then I exploded into orgasm.
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Susie’s Diary, Chapter 11
By JetBoy
Tuesday 15th February, 1966
I havent gotten to spend much time with Claire, darn it. Not with just the two of us, I mean. I got to talk to her some at lunch both yesterday and today, but what I really wanted was to go with her behind the bike shed and kiss.
We couldnt, cause some stupid boys are having dirt clod fights around there. If a teacher caught them they would be in BIG trouble! Lucky for them I dont want to be a tattle tale, or I would tell on them for sure.
Then Claire had to go straight home from school and I couldnt come over. What happened was, she got so excited about spending the night with me on Saturday that I guess she forgot to do her homework. She had to get it all done really fast Sunday night, and her mom figured out why.
So Claire is sort of being punished. But her mom said that if she is good about doing her school work for all this week, she can spend the night with me again on Saturday.
Before she left to go home I told Claire that she better do what her mom says, or I might have to give her a spanking!
She said, Maybe I would like getting spanked, if you did it to me.
That got me thinking about it. Claire with all her clothes off, laying across my lap with that soft pretty bottom waiting for me to smack it with my hand. I would spank her but not so very hard, and then kiss it all over to make it better. I might even lick her bottom hole if shes learned her lesson and promises to be good, ha ha.
All the way home I was missing Claire, how bad I wanted to kiss and touch her.
At least Mommy was there when I got home. I didnt get to do sex with her yesterday, cause Daddy had his bosses tell him to wait another day before he left for Philedelphia. He took off today, so Mommy was waiting for me.
When I came in the house Mommy was dusting the living room. She didnt have on any clothes at all, just a apron! She was bent over the coffee table, and I got a GREAT look at her bottom. All I wanted was to kiss it, all over.
Mommy turned around and gave me a big smile. I knew she could see I was so, SO ready for her to make love with me!
She didnt say anything, all she did was reach to her side where the apron was tied and gave it a pull. Then it just fell off and Mommy was standing there beautiful and naked, giving her special look that makes me feel all crazy and wild inside.
All I could think was how much I wanted Mommy’s pussy. I wanted her taste in my mouth. I dropped my book bag and walked over to where she was and got down on my knees in front of her. Then I kissed her pussy and licked her, too.
She got wet really fast! I like to get real messy when I lick, so Mommy’s flavor was all over my mouth, it was dripping off my chin!
I could feel her hands in my hair. She pulled it some, but not so much that it hurt. She was saying stuff like, Oh baby girl, lick Mommys cunt! You make me so fucking wet, Susie. I love you!
I would of told Mommy that I love her too but I was busy giving her good feelings. Licking her up and down, fast as I could go. It was like there wasnt any thing in the whole world but her cunt.
She started to come, and Mommy was shaking so much that I had to hold tight to her bottom so that she wouldnt knock me over!
Then Mommy was on her knees with me and kissing my face all over, telling how much she loved me and calling me her sweet little girl. But I guess she liked the taste of herself on my mouth, cause she stopped saying stuff and we just kissed for a long time.
Finaly she moved away and gave me a smile that looked like she felt like being really bad. I love that smile!
And I guess I wanted to be bad too, so I said, I love your cunt, Mommy. It tastes so good.
She liked that, I could tell! She reached out and touched my face. Then she said really soft, My beautiful little lover. Oh Susie, I adore you. Then she gave a funny little laugh and asked, Want me to make love to you now?
Did I ever! I jumped up and started to unzip my dress, but Mommy stopped me and she said, I want to do it, baby girl. So I stood there and let her take off my clothes.
She did it really slow. First she got me to sit on the sofa and pulled off my shoes. Then she rolled down my stockings one at a time. I loved how soft her hands were when she was touching my feet.
But then Mommy did some thing new. She gave my foot little kisses and was rubbing her face with it. Wow, I didnt know you could make love to feet, but she was doing it and it was SO nice! But Mommy wasnt done yet, she put my big toe in her mouth and sucked it like a big nipple!
Oh my gosh, I could feel it way down in my tummy, like I just had a bowl of hot soup. Her tongue was going around my toe, all warm and wet. Then she was doing it to my other toes, licking them and sucking them. It was the best!
I just HAD to touch my pussy then, cause the feelings were too big and I couldnt wait for Mommy to lick me down there. So I put a hand into my panties and started to play with it. She said, Dont make yourself come Susie, I want to do that with my mouth.
Then Mommy was touching her body with my foot, using it to rub her titties. I could feel her nipples getting big and fat when my toes went over them, it made me laugh. She touched her belly, so soft and warm, then my foot was in between Mommy’s legs and she was making it move down there like it was a hand, and my toes were fingers. She even put my big toe in her pussy! It felt funny but I loved it. I also loved when she put my toe back in her mouth and tasted it. So sexy!
After that Mommy made love to my other foot only not for as long, then she went back to taking off the rest of my clothes, still doing it really slow. Every time she took off some thing she would touch me and give me little soft kisses all around where she undressed me. I was going crazy, I needed her to make me come so bad!
Then I was completly naked except for my panties, which had a BIG wet place right in the front. Mommy put her nose right up to it and took a long breath and said, You smell wonderful, Susie. I could feel her lips move there when she said that and it tickled my pussy, so soft, it took my breath away.
I wanted to scream at her, PLEASE, MOMMY, PLEASE LICK ME, DONT MAKE ME WAIT ANY MORE!! But I didnt.
Then I felt Mommy take my panties and pull them down a little at a time till she got them off. She didnt put them down, she held them over her mouth and nose and took a big deep breath. It made me feel so excited, watching Mommy smell me and how much she loved it. But I still needed her to pay atention to my pussy!
I reached down to touch myself but Mommy gave my hand a smack. She said, No touching. So I took my hand away, just layed back and waited for her.
She got down on her belly between my legs. I felt her breathing on my skin, it was warm. But still, Mommy didnt lick me! She was kissing sort of close to it, but that was all.
I wanted it so bad, why wont she make love to me?
When I couldnt stand it any more I said really loud, Mommy, your being so mean!
She looked up and me and said, Why do you say that, baby girl?
I said, Cause you wont make me come!
Mommy said, Sorry honey, and then started to lick me. It felt SO good. Her mouth was doing things to my pussy and my clit, all I could do was lay back and let her.
I guess I was pretty excited, cause it didnt take a lot and then I was coming. It was a big one too. I had to scream, which is OK to do when only Mommy and me are there. I like making lots of noise when I come!
Mommy gave me a big messy kiss cause she knows I love to taste my pussy on her mouth, then put her arms round me so I was all snugly and warm.
She told me that she wasnt trying to be mean, making me wait before she licked me. She said, I was just teasing you, sweet heart.
I didnt understand. I said, But teasing IS mean, Mommy! Like when that awful boy Bobby Dugger made my friend Gladys cry when he kept saying her fingers were so short they look like toes.
(It made me so mad, I wanted to hit him with my book bag but I knew it would just get me in big trouble for not being lady like. Which all the teachers say you have to be if your a girl. NUTS to that!)
Any how, Mommy laughed and said, No baby girl. I dont mean teasing like that.
She explaned to me how you can tease someone who you make love to, which is what she did to me. Not to be cruel, but to get your lover really really excited and wet and make her want it bad. She said it was like putting more and more pieces of wood on a fire until it seems like the whole world is burning up!
I was pretty sure I understood so, I told Mommy I was sorry for saying she was mean. She gave me a big hug for a long time, then she said so soft and sweet, I love you Susie. More than any thing. You make me happy.
That made me feel SO good inside! I looked deep into her eyes and whispered, I love you too Mommy. I hope we can be like this for always.
We kissed some more, then we put our clothes back on and me and Mommy fixed supper. Some times I like to give her some help in the kitchen, specialy when its just us.
I watched TV with Mommy after we ate. We touched each other some, then I wanted to write about today in here, so I asked to be excused. I gave her a BIG messy kiss, then I came up to my room.
I feel kind of sleepy now, so thats all for tonight.
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Friday 18th February, 1966
Missing Claire something awful. I hardly got to see her at all this week! They started to put down a new floor in the cafeteria yesterday, so everyone has to eat their lunch where ever the teachers can find room for us. I dont know where Claire ate hers, but it wasnt where I was.
After school was nice, anyhow. Mommy ran a hot bubble bath when I got home and we took it together. It felt AMAZING, her body was all wet and slippery when she held me. I loved how shiny her titties were, so I had to kiss them and suck her nipples. She tasted like soap, but I didnt care.
We played in the tub till our fingers got wrinkly, then we rinsed off and got out and took turns drying each other, then we got in Mommy’s bed and made love.
It was really nice, so soft and gentle. Mommy says thats the big diffrence between making love and fucking. I thought they were just the same, but no. Fucking is more hard and hot, the way Aunt Evie likes to do it where you get all sweaty and make the bed shake.
Oops! Time to leave for school. Hope I get to see Claire today!
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GREAT NEWS! Claire’s mother told her that since she has been very good this week, she can stay over with me on Saturday! Oh BOY, are we gonna have fun!
She also asked Claire how come I didnt come over and spend the night at her house. So I guess we will have to do that the next time. Thats okay, her mom is really nice. But I’m so SO happy that it will just be Claire and Mommy and me on Saturday! Daddy is still away in Philedelphia and wont be back till Sunday night.
Mommy said she was thrilled when I told her about it after school. Ever since last Saturday, she has been thinking about Claire and how much she liked kissing her.
We were cuddling on the sofa and she said, Claire has a sweet little mouth.
I told her, you should feel how nice it is when shes kissing your pussy!
Mommy called me a little imp and started to tickle me. Its funny, I used to not like it so much when she did that, but now tickleing gets me excited. Maybe cause I know that it means that we probably will be making love soon.
We sure did then! I was giggling like crazy, and then Mommy was taking my dress off. I started to undo her blouse, and soon we were bare naked and kissing.
I wanted Mommy to make me come with her fingers, so then she sat me down right in front of her, with her titties touching my back. She reached around me and played with my cunt, kissing my neck and my ears. It was so nice!
Then it was my turn to make Mommy feel good. She wanted to ride my face. Thats what she calls it when I lie down on my back and she gets on her knees over me and I lick her. I love it cause that way I get more of her pussy taste, she gets REALLY wet.
Any how, I licked her good until she came all over my face, then we kissed for a long time. Sharing the flavor of her cunt. I love that even more than candy!
After that we talked about Claire and what we were going to do tomorrow. We still arent sure if we should let her find out that me and Mommy make love. Finaly Mommy said we should play it by ear. That means that we will see if it feels OK for us to kiss and touch each other when we are with Claire.
I hope that we do. I dont know why for sure but for some reason I want her to know about us. I think about her watching some thing like Mommy licking me and it makes me feel hot all over!
I wonder, does Claire ever think about her mother that way? Maybe we will find out about that tomorrow.
I bet there are lots of girls who would do sex things with their moms, but they probably would never get the idea themselves. I would never have thought of some thing like Mommy licking my pussy in a million years. Not till she put the idea into my head, and showed me what it felt like, and then it was the best idea ever!
I never thought about doing sex with Claires mom, but I would. Mrs. Prost is really pretty. She has a nice big bottom that I bet it would be nice to grab and squeeze. I wonder if her pussy has lots of hair like Mommy’s or just a little bit like Aunt Evie? Maybe Claire knows, but I dont know how to ask her about some thing like that.
Oh boy, wouldnt it be fun to get naked with Claire and her mother and fuck them both? Then watch them make love to each other! Now I want to think about that and rub my pussy. Maybe later tonight I will.
Mommy’s calling me. Time for supper!
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