Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Stephanie looked at her watch. It had been over an hour since she’d left the apartment, so it should be safe to head back now. Swallowing the last of her coffee, she got up from the table and left the coffee shop, pausing long enough to toss the empty paper cup into the recycle bin before heading through the door.

She got into her car and keyed the ignition. The memories of what she had heard in her apartment only a short time ago replayed in her mind. She could feel herself getting wet, remembering the thrill of excitement that had run through her at the sound of her daughter’s cries as she orgasmed. Amber had made her daughter come, and she was very envious.

Brooke had made Piper come too, but that seemed different. That was done over the coldness of the Internet. There had been no physical contact, no real emotional connection to each other, just a moving image and some sound waves. In reality, it was Piper’s own fingers that had made her come. Brooke had only been the catalyst.

But Amber, that was different. Amber had been there with Piper, naked in the tub, their skin touching. Amber had confessed to doing as much just a few days ago. Stephanie had no reason to believe that this wasn’t the case tonight. She’d heard the moans from the two girls, the rhythmic sloshing of the water. She had heard Piper’s very vocal cry as she came — as Amber made her come. Maybe she used her fingers or maybe her mouth, Stephanie couldn’t know for sure, but either way, Amber had made her come.

Stephanie wasn’t mad, not really. The thought of Piper and Amber having sex turned her on immensely. But she wanted Piper too, and that made her feel envious, maybe even jealous.

When she pulled into her parking spot at the apartment building, she still wasn’t sure whether she should say anything to Amber or not. If she did say something, just what the hell would that be? She had already told Amber that the thought of the two of them together was a turn-on. She had all but given the teen permission to molest her daughter.

Stephanie sighed and got out of the car. Maybe it would be better simply to pretend that this was just like any other late shift. Pretend that she hadn’t come home early and basically caught the babysitter fucking her daughter.

Reaching her second-floor apartment, Stephanie keyed the lock and opened the door. Her thoughts on the way home had gotten her heart racing and her clit throbbing. She wanted to fuck Amber now. The desire in her was strong, and she needed to release it. Trying hard to maintain her composure, Stephanie put down her purse and kicked off her shoes for the second time that evening before moving deeper into the apartment.

Reaching the living room, she stopped. Stephanie’s initial shock was quickly replaced by a pleasant wave of excitement. Amber lay on the sofa staring directly at her, a look of lust and desire in her eyes. Amber’s hand was inside her shorts, rubbing her pussy. The teen’s hips were jerking, and her breathing was ragged.

In a soft voice, Stephanie asked, “Are you going to come soon?”

Amber nodded, not saying a word.

“Don’t. Not yet, wait for me,” Stephanie said, taking a couple of steps toward the sofa. Then she smiled and pulled the cell phone from the pocket of her uniform dress. She keyed a number and put the phone to her ear. After a few moments, she spoke.

— “Hey, Jess, it’s Steph.”

— “No, everything’s fine. A bit of a mess here at the diner, though. A pipe burst and there’s water all over the place.”

— “Yeah, it’s a real mess. Anyway, I’m gonna stay and help clean up. Not sure when I’ll be home.”

— “No need. I already called Amber. I told her not to wait up, just to crash on the sofa or crawl in bed with Piper, and that I’d call and let you know.”

— “No, not a problem at all. I’m sure Piper will love having her sleep over.”

— “Okay then, talk to you tomorrow. Bye, Jess.”

Stephanie ended the call and placed her phone on the end table. I just lied to my best friend so I can fuck her daughter. Again. If there’s a hell, I’m going there, she thought.

Amber was staring at Stephanie, eyes wide. Her hand had slowed, orgasm all but forgotten.

“I guess I’m spending the night, then?” the teen asked, a huge grin on her face.

Stephanie smirked as she unbuttoned her dress. “Continue what you were doing. Make yourself come for me, but not too quickly. Tonight you’re all mine, little girl,” she said as she slipped the uniform off her shoulders.

Amber’s hand quickened its pace.

In just her bra and panties, Stephanie made her way to the sofa and knelt beside Amber. She gripped the waistband of her shorts and started tugging them down. Amber lifted her hips and tried to help.

“Don’t stop touching your pussy!” Stephanie scolded.

Amber’s fingers were back on her young clit almost immediately.

Stephanie quickly pulled the teen’s shorts and panties all the way off. She sniffed the crotch of the panties for a moment, then tossed them to the floor. Leaning forward, she kissed Amber’s mouth, pushing their tongues into a dance, but only for a second. Pulling away, Stephanie grabbed at the hem of the girl’s tee shirt and pulled it up over her head.

Amber had to take her hand from her pussy to allow the tee to come off. When her shirt was gone, she cupped both her breasts, squeezing them.

Taking one of Amber’s hands, Stephanie brought it back down to her pussy. “Don’t stop!”

Stephanie sat back on the sofa at Amber’s feet. Her own hand pushed into her panties and found her waiting clit. She watched as Amber fingered herself with one hand and with the other pulled at a puffy nipple. Amber’s finger plunged deep inside as she fucked herself feverishly. Her hips began to buck, and her moans became louder. The scent of the teen’s arousal mixed with her own filled the air and pushed Stephanie close to a climax.

“Steph, I’m gonna come,” Amber moaned.

Stephanie’s fingers moved rapidly back and forth across her own engorged clit. An orgasm sat on the edge waiting to crash down upon her. Watching Amber’s fingers play with her slick swollen pussy was driving her wild.

Amber bucked once more and cried out as the orgasm carried her away. Stephanie only had to wait a moment longer before her own blissful release enveloped her.

Resting for only a few minutes, Stephanie stood and took Amber’s hand in hers. Barely giving the girl time to stand, she pulled her toward her bedroom. Closing her bedroom door, Stephanie turned to Amber and drew her into a tight embrace. Fusing their mouths together, she kissed Amber deeply.

Stephanie roughly searched the teen’s mouth, their tongues dancing. Her hands roamed the girl’s back, feeling the heat that radiated from her smooth skin. Amber’s groans filled the air as she too pawed at Stephanie’s back.

Breaking the kiss, Stephanie held the teen at arm’s length. “You’re so damn sexy,” she said in a low, seductive voice. “Now, undress me.”

“You’re kind of sexy yourself,” Amber giggled as she approached Stephanie and moved behind her. She unfastened her bra and pushed the straps off the woman’s shoulders. Amber slowly got to her knees. Running her hands down over the soft skin of the older woman’s back, across her narrow waist and onto her hips. The entire journey was marked with tiny little kisses every inch or so.

Stephanie glanced over her shoulder trying to watch as Amber slowly worked her panties off her hips.

Amber pushed the white cotton garment down to Stephanie’s ankles, then moved her hands back up to the smooth globes of her ass. Squeezing them gently she licked and kissed the salty skin.

Moaning softly, Stephanie turned to face the girl. Spreading her legs slightly, she tangled her fingers in the hair at the back of Amber’s head and pulled her roughly against her wet pussy.

Amber instantly began to suck on Stephanie’s swollen folds as she grasped the fleshy globes of her ass and squeezed them.

“That’s it, baby. Eat me. Eat my cunt,” Stephanie moaned hoarsely.

Stephanie looked down at the top of Amber’s head, watching her work at pleasuring her needy cunt. Stephanie wondered if the teen’s mouth had been on Piper’s young pussy this evening. She groaned, her hips thrusting while picturing the erotic scene.

Amber lapped at her the best she could as Stephanie rocked her pelvis, grinding herself into the teen’s eager mouth.

Stephanie groaned and shivered as flashes of intense pleasure shot through her. Her clit was throbbing, begging for attention. Stephanie guided Amber’s head into position.

“Suck my clit,” she commanded.

Amber did as she was told. Taking Stephanie’s swollen, sensitive bud into her mouth, she sucked on it, flicking her tongue across it as she worked.

Stephanie cursed. She was getting close. It was getting harder to breathe, and her legs threatened to betray her at any moment.

“Fuck! Yes!” she hissed.

The teen continued to torment Stephanie as her head was held in place. The woman’s body jerked and twitched. Amber moaned, sending a new wave of pleasure through Stephanie from the vibrations of her voice.

Stephanie’s knees buckled and she released Amber’s hair as she fell back, landing on the edge of the bed.

Amber, ever dutiful, stayed with Stephanie. Within moments the girl’s mouth was again on Stephanie’s pussy. A talented tongue now lapped at the thick creamy juice that flowed abundantly from her. Licking up through Stephanie’s folds, Amber soon began to circle the woman’s hyper-sensitive clit.

Stephanie cried out, closing her thighs, trapping Amber’s head. Her body convulsed violently. A thousand little sparkles were ignited inside her as a powerful orgasm consumed her. Stephanie’s screams caught in her throat as her back arched off the mattress, hovering only a moment before collapsing back down onto the bed.

Relaxing, she realized Amber was still kissing softly at her labia, her head trapped between her thighs. She released her grip and cleared her throat. Reaching down she played with Amber’s hair for a moment, enjoying the tender kisses on her throbbing sex.

“Come up here, sweetie. I want to hold you.”

Amber obeyed and crawled up beside Stephanie, who took her in her arms. Rocking her gently, Stephanie kissed the girl on the forehead, moving slightly to look into her eyes.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Amber smiled and shook her head. “No, Steph, you didn’t. That was awesome.”

“Good, I thought maybe I might have been too rough with you,” Stephanie said softly.

“You were a little. But it’s okay, I liked it. I know you would never hurt me on purpose.”

Stephanie’s brow furrowed as she looked intently at the girl, studying her face for any indication of fear or resentment.

“Amber, please. I don’t ever want to hurt you. Tell me if I ever do anything you don’t like or don’t want to do. Okay?”

“Okay, I will.”

“Promise me.” Stephanie’s voice was stern.

“Yes. I promise, Steph. Jeez!” Amber rolled her eyes and smiled. “Now, can we get back to the sex?”

Stephanie held her gaze for a moment longer. Then concern gave way to happy relief. She laughed and drew the girl into a deep kiss. Amber moaned softly as Stephanie’s hand cupped her young breast, pinching the nipple as she broke the kiss and rolled Amber onto her back. Crawling on top of her, Stephanie nuzzled against Amber’s neck, kissing and nipping at the soft flesh.

The air was filled with the scent of their combined arousal and the soft moans of the young girl beneath her. Stephanie sucked on Amber’s earlobe before moving down to kiss her collarbone and then the pointed tip of her nipple.

Amber ran her fingers through Stephanie’s hair as the woman sucked on and played her tongue over her sensitive nipple. Amber’s skin flushed, and her chest heaved with each hot breath. Stephanie moved her attention to the other nipple, taking it into her mouth and dragging her teeth across it.

Stephanie ran her hand over the teen’s flat belly and through the curly hair on her pubic mound. Touching the girl’s clit invoked an immediate reaction. Amber’s hips jerked, and she moaned loudly. Stephanie circled the sensitive bud with one finger for just a few moments before pushing down through Amber’s soft wet folds.

Flicking her tongue over the girl’s nipple, Stephanie pushed a finger into Amber’s core. The girl gasped at the suddenness of it.

She is so tight. I wonder if she has ever had anything inside her? Stephanie thought, as she savored the smooth wetness of Amber’s vaginal walls. I wonder how tight Piper would feel?

Leaving her finger inside the girl, she looked up at Amber. Her eyes were closed, lips parted as she panted. The occasional soft moan escaped her.

“Did you and Piper have fun today?” Stephanie asked nonchalantly.

“Huh? What?” The confused response came between gasps.

“You and Piper. Did you have fun?” she said, pushing her finger deep, then withdrawing it.

“Unhg! Steph! Yes, we had fun,” Amber whined.

“I see. What kind of fun?” Stephanie nipped at Amber’s breast.

“We… we… played Mario,” Amber groaned. Her hips moved against Stephanie’s hand.

“Did you take a bath with her? Get naked with my little girl?” Stephanie asked, her voice soft and seductive, as she pushed her finger in again, and then slowly withdrew.

Amber grunted. Twitching, she nodded her head. “Yes,” she squeaked as she pawed at the bed.

“Did you wash her?”

“Uh-huh.”

“All over?” Stephanie penetrated deep.

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you wash her pussy?” Stephanie slowly withdrew.

“Uh-huh.” Amber’s head was thrashing, her pelvis thrusting upwards, begging for Stephanie’s finger.

“Is that when you made my little girl come? Made Piper scream out your name as you rubbed her little cunt?” Stephanie asked in a sultry voice.

Amber had gone stiff, frozen like a statue.

Stephanie pushed her finger back into Amber and left it there. She moved to whisper softly into the girl’s ear.

“Answer me, Amber. Did you fuck my daughter?” Stephanie said hotly.

Her warm breath washed over the teen’s skin. Slowly, she pumped her finger in and out of her tight, wet vagina. “I know you did, Amber. I heard it. I was there. Just outside the door. Listening as you made my baby come. Listening when Piper called out your name as you fucked her. You are such a naughty, naughty girl.”

“Fuck,” was all Amber could say. It came as a long, drawn-out whine. She stiffened and shook as her orgasm took her.

Stephanie felt the girl’s vagina clamp down on the finger she still had buried deep inside her. A few more twitches, and then Amber was unconscious.

Stephanie blinked in disbelief at the inert form lying on the bed. Withdrawing her finger and bringing it to her mouth, she sucked it clean. She was amazed that she had brought Amber to such an intense orgasm that she had literally passed out from the sheer power of it.

Moving to lie beside the girl, she softly kissed her forehead and brushed away an errant strand of hair that hung over her eyes. Subconsciously, Stephanie had wanted to be somewhat aggressive with Amber tonight, maybe because of the jealousy she felt. But now, seeing the peaceful, sleeping young girl beside her, all she wanted to do was make sweet, gentle love to her.

Several minutes passed before Amber’s eyes fluttered open. Her stare was blank, confused, as if unaware of where she was or what was going on.

“Welcome back,” Stephanie said, in a gentle voice. “You were out for quite a while.” She stroked Amber’s hair.

“Umm, what… what happened?” Amber asked as the fog slowly cleared from her mind. Her throat had been so dry that she had to swallow a couple of times before she could ask the question.

“You came. Very hard, I’m guessing, and then passed out.”

Amber rolled onto her side to face Stephanie. She stretched upward and puckered her lips for a kiss. Stephanie obliged and kissed her softly.

“Last thing I remember, you were talking to me about Piper and — oh my god! You were there!” Amber’s face turned a bright shade of pink with the sudden recollection.

“Yeah. I got home early tonight. Just in time to hear Piper come.”

“And you weren’t mad?”

Stephanie shook her head. “No. But a little jealous, maybe,” she said, stroking the soft skin of the girl’s arm.

After a few moments, Amber giggled, “Then you shoulda come in and joined us.”

“I seriously thought about it. But I didn’t want to scare or embarrass either of you.”

“If you had come in, would you have just watched, or helped me make Piper come?” Amber asked shyly, placing her hand on Stephanie’s breast.

Stephanie paused, thinking about how to answer. Of course, she would’ve loved to have joined them in the tub and made both of the young girls come. She looked down at Amber’s hand and placed her own on top of it.

“Would you think me a monster if I said yes to both?” Stephanie replied.

Amber smiled. “No. Not at all. I know society frowns on that sort of thing, but I don’t. I mean, if the feelings are mutual and the sex is consensual…” she trailed off.

Feeling herself becoming aroused again, Stephanie squeezed Amber’s hand, prompting the girl to caress her breast. She leaned over and brushed her lips against the teen’s.

“Tell me,” she said, “how did you make her come? What did you do?”

“In the tub?” Amber asked shyly.

“Was there somewhere else too?” Stephanie asked, an eyebrow raised.

Amber blushed and nodded. “Yeah. In her bedroom, after our bath.”

Stephanie moaned as a delicious wave of excitement rushed over her. She placed a hand on her own throbbing clit and rubbed vigorously.

“Tell me about both,” she whispered. She felt the heat in her face rise as she flushed with arousal.

“Well, I played with her pussy. Moved my fingers all over her. Then, I rubbed her clit until she came.”

“And then, in her room?” Stephanie groaned.

“I ate her pussy. I licked her and sucked on her clit. Then, I fucked her with my tongue,” Amber whispered.

The visual impressions of Amber’s words brought Stephanie to another powerful orgasm. She jerked and twitched as she continued to finger her swollen clit.

“Oh, Piper,” she sighed.

As she calmed, she pulled Amber into an embrace. “Thank you for that,” she said and kissed the young girl.

Amber snuggled into Stephanie, wrapping an arm around her. “You know, she’s pretty good at making me come too, at least with her fingers.”

Stephanie smiled. Remembering the videos she’d seen of Piper playing with herself, she could only imagine that she would be good at fingering someone else. As far as she knew, Piper may have been practicing that and more with Brooke when they were together, let alone online.

They held each other in silence for a while longer before Amber propped herself up and smiled at Stephanie, running her fingertips down the woman’s thigh.

“So, are you up for another round?” she said in a naughty tone.

Stephanie looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Really? You’re insatiable.”

Amber giggled as she made a trail of little kisses on the soft flesh of Stephanie’s chest. Stephanie hummed with appreciation and stroked the younger girl’s hair.

“Do you feel like being a little adventurous?” Stephanie asked playfully.

The girl looked up at her. “Okay,” she said cautiously. “What do you want to do?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Uh-huh.”

Stephanie untangled herself from Amber’s arms and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed. Opening the bottom drawer of her nightstand, she withdrew a shoe box and set it down beside the lamp. After taking the lid off the box, she took a small bottle of honey-colored liquid out and set it aside.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby,” Stephanie instructed as she turned to face the teen.

Doing as she was asked, Amber positioned herself in the center of the bed. Stephanie moved behind her and placed her hands on the girl’s perfectly shaped ass. She caressed the skin of the silky-smooth globes for a few moments.

Amber moaned softly as Stephanie moved a hand down to cup the girl’s sex. Running a finger through the sticky folds, she pushed her finger into Amber’s entrance. Amber moaned. Withdrawing the finger, Stephanie slid it to the young girl’s clit and rubbed the sensitive bud for only a few moments.

Stephanie lowered her face to Amber’s pussy and played her tongue over her opening, swirling around the edge, dipping in to taste the sweet nectar. Then, to Amber’s utter shock, she let her tongue travel up to the girl’s anus.

“Oh, god! Steph, what are you…?” Amber groaned.

Stephanie’s tongue swirled around the girl’s tight little pucker. She took her time as she massaged the sphincter with her tongue, allowing the teen to become used to the touch and begin to relax. After a few minutes, she brought her hand up and place a finger on Amber’s anus, slowly rubbing it.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” the girl answered dreamily. Amber had dropped down onto her shoulders, the side of her face rested on a pillow, one of her hands now playing with her clit.

“Good. Just try and relax your muscles. I’m going to put my finger in now. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

“Okay.”

Stephanie smiled and reached for the bottle she had set aside earlier. Removing the cap, she squeezed the bottle, allowing its contents to ooze into the crack of the girl’s ass. Setting the bottle down, Stephanie swirled the lube around Amber’s anus for a few moments.

Then, ever so slowly, she pressed a fingertip against the pucker. Amber gasped as the finger pushed past her sphincter and moved into her rectum, down to the first knuckle. Stephanie paused and looked up at the young girl’s face for signs of distress.

Amber’s eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. Soft moans escaped from her lips. Her hips were rocking ever so slightly. Stephanie could see Amber’s fingers playing with her clit, moving in slow circles.

Moving her finger in a slow circular motion inside the teenager’s ass, Stephanie pushed a little farther into her.

“Just relax, baby, that’s it,” she whispered as she felt Amber’s ass clench around her finger, then slowly relax again.

After another two or three minutes, Stephanie’s finger was buried as deeply as it could go and Amber was relaxed. The girl had brought herself to orgasm at one point, but didn’t show any signs of wanting Stephanie to stop what she was doing. After several more minutes, Stephanie was ready to bring their anal play to the next level.

“No…” Amber moaned as Stephanie gently withdrew her finger from the girl’s ass.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not done yet,” Stephanie said, going back to the box and grabbing a small black conical object. She first coated the object with plenty of lube, then moved back to Amber’s waiting ass.

“What is that?” the girl asked wide-eyed, after catching a momentary glimpse of the toy.

“It’s a butt plug. You’ll love it, trust me.”

“It looks so big. Will it fit?” Amber asked nervously.

“Uh-huh. Relax, this one is just a baby.”

Amber rested her head back on the pillow as Stephanie placed the toy against her open sphincter and gently pushed it in. The toy’s girth, being bigger than Stephanie’s finger, caused the girl to moan as it stretched her wider. Once it was fully seated in Amber’s ass, Stephanie saw the girl shudder as little tremors of pleasure ran through her.

Reaching back into the box, Stephanie grabbed a shiny silver vibrator. Bringing it to her mouth, she sucked on it and then placed it against Amber’s pussy. Slowly, she rubbed the toy back and forth though Amber’s folds. The girl moaned and shuddered again at the touch of the cool metal.

“Doing okay?” Stephanie asked.

“Uh-huh. I feel… I don’t know… full?”

Stephanie snorted. “That’s good. It only gets better from here,” she said as she reached forward and tweaked the girl’s nipple. “Have you ever had anything in your pussy? You know, like a hairbrush, a vegetable, or a penis maybe?”

Amber giggled. “No. Just fingers and tampons,” she answered. “And by the way, there’s no way in hell a boy is ever gonna put his dick in me. Gross!”

Stephanie laughed. Taking the vibrator away long enough to turn it on, she then placed it against Amber’s clit.

“Oh, fuck!” the girl cried out as her body jerked at the touch.

“Get on your back now,” Stephanie directed.

After dropping to her side, Amber rolled onto her back. Stephanie adjusted her position, getting onto her knees. She pushed the girl’s legs apart and touched the buzzing toy to Amber’s clit once again. Watching her twitch, she circled the vibrator around her clit and pushed it down through the glistening pink folds to her entrance. Hesitating for just a second, Stephanie pushed the toy into the hot wetness of Amber’s vagina. She was slick and relaxed, but it was still a snug fit.

Amber groaned and bucked her hips at the intrusion. Stephanie slowly fucked the girl with the shiny toy, pushing it in and withdrawing it at an ever-increasing tempo. The teen squirmed and whimpered, thrashing her head from side to side. The vibrator’s hum was drowned out by an audible squishing noise as a new torrent of juices flooded past the pistoning toy.

“Steph! Yes!” Amber gasped.

The girl’s eyes were screwed shut, her face contorted. Amber’s back arched up as she gripped the bed and cried out. Her body stiffened and shook.

Stephanie kept the vibrating toy moving, deep inside.

Amber whimpered and soon cried out again as a second powerful orgasm took her.

Stephanie watched the girl’s face. Her eyes were open, staring pleadingly as tears streamed down her cheeks. Amber was trying to speak but couldn’t get the words out as she gasped for air. Her chest was heaving. Then she bucked her hips once more, and her eyes rolled upward from a third orgasm.

Smiling, Stephanie pulled the vibrator from the quivering girl’s body and was sprayed by the warm juices that issued from her.

Amber rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball, softly sobbing.

Stephanie laid down and wrapped a comforting arm around her, gently rubbing her back.

After a time, Amber opened her eyes. She looked at Stephanie and smiled weakly.

“Are you okay?” Stephanie asked softly.

Amber nodded. “Yeah, I think so. That was so intense.” She sniffed again. “Can we get rid of the… um… plug?”

“Sure,” Stephanie said with a chuckle. Reaching behind the girl, she gently withdrew the toy and tossed it on the floor.

Amber gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then she sighed and snuggled into Stephanie. “I could lie here like this forever,” Amber cooed.

“That would be nice,” Stephanie replied, kissing the girl on the head.

Stephanie grabbed at the edge of the comforter behind her and wrapped it around both of them. As Amber quickly fell into a deep sleep, Stephanie once again found herself staring at the ceiling, thinking about all the things she had heard and done this evening.

Her thoughts went to Piper and the revelation of her being sexually active with Amber. She could only assume that the child was also having sex with Brooke. It would be naïve to think otherwise. That knowledge spurred on Stephanie’s desire to be with her daughter the same way. But still, she was unsure if she should, or ever could.

“Damn,” she cursed softly. Closing her eyes, Piper’s mom eventually drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Misty Meadow

The following day, there I was — reading my daughter’s diary again.

Oct. 9th:
Mum’s acting weird. I wonder if she’s attracted to Jaqui, like sexually? I don’t know, there’s just something about how she behaves when Jaqui and me are hanging out with her. I keep seeing Mum looking at Jacqui in a hungry way, like she wants to lay her out on the kitchen table and lick her right there! Well, if she ever tried anything like that, you better believe I’d have something to say about it! Mum’s way too old for her and besides, she’s mine.

Anyhow, that’s not the big thing I have to write about. Last night, in my bedroom, out of the blue, Jaqui suddenly said it! ‘I think I’m in love with you.’

OMG!!! I thought I was having a heart attack. She loves me! I told her that I loved her too and we fell into each other’s arms, kissing like crazy. I was so relieved to hear her say that. I guess I’d been worried all along that she might not love me, that it was just about sex, but now I’m in heaven.

After that we just kissed and kissed, nothing more, until it was time for her to go home. It was so sweet and romantic that If we’d touched each other’s pussies, it would have felt wrong.

I’m so so SO happy! I wanna shout my love for Jaqui from the rooftops, but I don’t dare just yet, not even to Mum. What if she disapproves? Mum wouldn’t mind me being gay since she is too, but I bet she’d say I was too young for me and Jaqui to have sex like we do. So, it has to stay a secret, us being in love.

I was happy for her… but at the same time, a little jealous. I wanted to be eleven years old again so I could fall in love with a darling little nymphet like Jaqui. I’d hug her and kiss her and teach her everything I knew about sex between girls — how she can make my nipples get hard and how to explore my cunt and suck on my clit and even how to tongue my cute brown rosebud. I’d teach her to fist me and use sex toys and press her cunt against mine and…  fuck me, I was getting carried away again.

I stripped naked and masturbated, spread out in front of the mirror. This time I did it with my vibrator, teasing my clit with it, then thrusting it deep inside me, fucking myself.

Once again, I imagined that the girls were watching me — only this time, I found myself begging them to join me. I cried, “Fuck me! Fuck me, Jaqui!” as I watched the toy disappear inside me. “Play with my tits, Kitty, squeeze them, suck on my nipples. Bite them! Go on, make them hurt!” Behind the mirror, my imaginary audience cheered me on until I had an explosive orgasm.

Were my fantasies getting out of hand? Gay women like me masturbate all the time, but did they often get off to visions of eleven year old girls? I doubted it. Reading Kitty’s diary had opened some kind of floodgate,  and my inner paedophile had come gushing out. I was seeing my daughter ripen into womanhood, and more than anything I wanted to participate, to share in the delight she must’ve felt as she discovered the thrill of being sexually aroused — and even better, arousing a lover. But I could only be a secret voyeur, standing on the sidelines, watching.

*****

That Saturday, I took Kitty and Jaqui on the tube to the West End to do some shopping. We spent hours in the lingerie departments of Selfridges and Marks & Spencers, looking for sexy underthings for Kitty.

I noticed Jaqui holding a pair of gauze-thin panties, and found myself imagining how delicious she’d look in them. “Pick out something for yourself,” I told her. “I’ll pay for it.”

“I don’t know,” she said, frowning. “I mean, I’d love to, but my mum wouldn’t ever let me have anything like this.”

I gave her arm a squeeze. “You can keep it at our house… that way, your mum won’t even know about. Then you’ll have it to wear whenever you come over!”

Her eyes lit up like stars. “Oh, thank you, thank you. You’re the best!” And she threw her arms around me, right then and there. I hugged her back, trying not to let my arousal show. She felt so wonderful in my arms!

After making our purchases, we walked down Oxford Street looking at the boutiques. We bought some more sexy stuff, stopped to get pizza, then caught the tube home.

Later we were in Kitty’s bedroom, trying on our new things. We had a small heap of knickers in different styles and colours, a teddy, and some training bras for the girls. Kitty was standing in front of the mirror in just a pair of white stockings with a suspender belt, and two tiny triangles of a see-through bra that revealed her nipples.

“Cool!” Jaqui murmured, checking my daughter out. She was totally naked and pawing through the pile of knickers, looking for something to put on. She finally chose a pair of utterly sheer pale blue, full cut panties that would’ve been all but invisible if it weren’t for the tiny white butterflies that patterned them. She stepped into them, then posed for us. The filmy knickers left her cunt perfectly visible. She seemed to glow as Kitty and I feasted our eyes on her, knowing full well how drop-dead sexy she was.

Kitty turned to me. “C’mon, Mum — try your stuff on now!”

I’d bought myself a pair of white nylon tap pants and matching camisole. Taking a deep breath, I undressed as the girls watched, feeling thrilled to be the centre of attention. Then, naked as the day I was born, I held the tap pants up and inspected them. They had lace round the legs.

I was about to step into them, but then thought better of it. I laid the pants back on the bed, picked up the camisole and put it on. You see, I wanted to delay putting the knickers on for as long as possible so I could enjoy having my cunt on display for the girls.

“Here, let me help you, Mum,” Kitty demanded, holding the tap pants for me to step into. I did just that, then tugged them up and turned to study myself in the mirror. Had to admit it — I looked pretty fucking sexy.

“Awesome!” Jaqui cheered

“Yeah!” Kitty added, “But we can’t see your pussy, Mum.”

“Does it always have to be on show, then?”

“Yeah!” the girls chorused, both grinning.

“Mine is,” said Kitty.

“And mine,” said Jaqui. “So we gotta see yours, too!”

“In that case,” I said, looking through the knicker pile to find what I wanted — something I’d sneaked into the shopping cart without the girls noticing. I pulled the tap pants off, pulled the new knickers on, then turned to face Jaqui and Kitty. They both gasped in perfect unison, and I fought back the urge to laugh.

“There’s no front to them!” Kitty cried. “Are they supposed to be like that?”

I just smiled. “They are, sweetie. These are called crotchless panties. You like?”

“Bloody hell,” Jaqui murmured. “Yeah, I like!”

“They’re perfect, Mum. How many pairs did you buy?”

“Just the one.” I spread the front of the knickers wide open, providing an excellent view of my pussy. I could feel myself getting wet.

“You need to shave,” Kitty commented.

“Get my electric razor from the bathroom,” I told her, and in a flash, she was back.

I took the knickers off and sat on the bed, my legs spread. “Go ahead, sweetie. You do it.”

Kitty looked at me in awe. “Really?”

I nodded, she grinned, then knelt between my legs and started to run the purring razor over my stubble.
“Take your time, now, and do a good job,” I said.

Jaqui looked on as Kitty shaved me bare, intrigued at this new intimacy between mother and daughter. I’d never asked Kitty to do anything like this before, but things were changing rapidly between the three of us, and I wanted to take it up a notch.

Finally my daughter sat back, opened the razor and blew it clean. “Okay, Mum — all done.”

“Do me a favor, then — run your hand over me and make sure I’m perfectly smooth.”

She did! My heart skipped a beat. My daughter had never touched me there before.

“Like a baby’s bum,” she said.

“Smooth as yours, eh?” I said.

“And mine,” said Jaqui. I put the crotchless panties back on, examined myself. Kitty was right, it did look better after I’d been shaved.

“You should have got seven pairs, Mum! One for every… ”

“Yeah, you’re right. Course, I can always buy more on the internet.”

“I’m gonna try on the rest of the stuff later,” said Kitty. “I like this outfit. It’s dead sexy.”

“Me, too,” said Jaqui. “Maybe I’ll wear these knickers to school tomorrow and give the teachers a flash.”

“Don’t push your luck,” I admonished her. “You can flash us, Jaqui, but don’t dare try it at school. If wearing sexy undies would get your mum upset, think of what she’d do if you showed them off to your teachers.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right,” Jaqui shuddered. “She’d prob’ly lock me up in my bedroom for a year.”

We went out to the back garden and hung out there in our sexy outfits, constantly stealing glances at one another. After awhile, Jaqui had to go home. As she dressed, I thought that she looked just as sexy in her ordinary white cotton knickers. They emphasised her youth. No wonder Kitty was in love with her.

*****

It was two days later. I was reading the diary again.

Oct. 12th:
Mum’s getting more weird, but it’s a really cool weird. On Saturday she took me and Jaqui shopping for sexy undies. Then when we got back home, she said we should go up to her bedroom and try on our new things. Pretty soon I was only wearing stockings and nothing else, and Jaqui had totally see through knickers. Mum couldn’t take her eyes off us! It was lots of fun, showing off our pussies to her.

I didn’t think it could get better than that, but then Mum surprised us with something I never saw before but REALLY liked. She calls them crotchless panties, which are like knickers with the front open. It sounds kind of funny, I guess, but I gotta admit that Mum looked totally sexy. We got a great look at her pussy! I asked her if I could have a pair, and told me she’s gonna buy more on the internet (in a smaller size for me).

Then we went out into the backyard garden and hung out in our undies. We have a high enough fence that we don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us, so we can go naked there if we want.

Anyway, all afternoon while we were in the garden, Mum keep looking at us! She was wearing sun glasses, so I bet she thought we didn’t know, but we did. It made me feel like being naughty, so I just sat there with my legs spread wide open, letting Mum look. I told Jaqui about it when Mum went inside for a minute, so then she started sitting that way too. We didn’t do it like we were showing our pussies off, we made it look accidental.

I don’t know why, but I find that Mum looking at our pussies is kinda exciting. Yeah, she’s my mum, but I don’t care. No other mums would let us behave like this. I don’t know what happened to make her so much fun all of a sudden, but I love it!

I suppose it wasn’t much of a surprise that my daughter had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, at least when it came to showing her pussy to other females. I’d been like that for ages, often going without knickers while in a skirt so I could give women and even young girls a glimpse of my cunt. I’d even picked up a few lovers that way.

It thrilled the stuffing out of me that Kitty used the word “exciting,” to describe how she felt about me staring at her exposed pussy. She was growing up fast, ripening into one stunner of a woman. I’d miss her childish innocence, but I liked this new bold side of her. I’d seen my daughter in the nude many times since she was born — but when she intentionally put her cunt on display for my benefit, that was something quite different.

It seemed almost as if Kitty was extending me an invitation of sorts, and that had me feeling aroused — and frightened. Oh, Jaqui was turning me on too, but these lewd thoughts of mine were straying more and more in the direction of my daughter. It unsettled me, but not enough to keep me from reading Kitty’s diary.

On Tuesday afternoon, Kitty came home from school on her own. It turned out that Jaqui was going to a musical in the West End with her parents, so my daughter and I had the rest of the day to ourselves.

After dinner, I put the dishes in the sink, poured myself a glass of wine and said, “Well, daughter dearest, I’m going to have myself a nice long soak in the tub.”

Kitty smiled. “Sounds lovely, Mum. Why don’t I come along and keep you company?”

I casually said, “Sure,” but inside, I was tingling with excitement as my daughter followed me upstairs to the bath. My pussy was already getting wet, and I felt ready for anything to happen between us.

As I was filling the tub, Kitty said, “Let’s do this right, Mum. You need scented bath salts — and we should have candles, too!”

“That’s sweet of you, love,” I said. “I’ve got both, there in the cabinet under the washbasin.”

Kitty got what she needed, then opened the jar of citrus-scented salts and poured a measure of them into the tub. She lit four candles, setting each one at the tap end of the tub so I wouldn’t knock them over. That accomplished, she switched off the light. “There… nice and romantic,” she murmured, in a tone that made me shiver.

I undressed while the tub continued to fill, allowing a hand to drift between my legs when I was naked. “You did a good job shaving me,” I said. “That’s your chore from now on.”

She grinned. “What about me, then? Will you shave me there when I grow hair?”

“Of course. Don’t you have any yet?” She shook her head. ”Not even a tiny trace? Show me.”

Without a word, Kitty lifted up her dress and slid her knickers down to the floor. I peered closely at her sex. It was hard to see in candlelight, so I ran my hand over her mound, my fingertips brushing her slit. “Nope. Not even a wisp. Well, it won’t be long before your breasts start to come in, but I kinda like you with a nice smooth pussy.” The tub was full, so I turned the water off, then gave my daughter a loving smile. “Tell you what… since you’re half naked anyhow, why don’t you take that dress off and have a bath with me?”

I guess Kitty liked that idea, because she was out of her clothes and standing naked next to me in about five seconds. I climbed into the bathtub, and she sat down between my legs with her back resting against my chest. We settled in with contented sighs.

“This is nice,” I said. “Mother and daughter, cuddled together with nothing to hide.”

“Yeah,” Kitty breathed. “This is the best. Thanks for inviting me in, Mum.”

I wrapped an arm around her upper chest, hugging my daughter to me. I could feel my nipples getting hard from the touch of Kitty’s back. “You know, when Jaqui’s here next, you two should take a bath together like this. It’s a lovely way to cement a friendship.”

“Really? Well, yeah, sure, if it’s really okay with you. That’s a great idea.”

We sat in silence for awhile, no sounds to be heard but our breathing and an occasional drop of water from the faucet. Then Kitty spoke up again. “Isn’t Jaqui’s the best, Mum? She’s the nicest friend I ever had. I love her lots.”

I smiled. “She is a gem of a girl, I have to agree. And so sexy. Didn’t she look amazing in those see-through knickers?”

“Not as hot as you, Mum, in those crotchless ones. Hey, um, I kinda wanted to ask… y’know, I never used to see you much without clothes on, but it seems like now I do all the time. Even more when Jaqui comes over. How come you suddenly like showing your naughty bits to us?”

“Does it bother you?”

“No, no! It’s fun. It’s sort of grown up. I mean, I wanna grow up and have tits and stuff, so I can look as sexy as you do.”

Oh my God, my daughter actually said out loud that I’m sexy! My heart was pounding, and my cunt pulsed with helpless lust. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to keep me from grinding myself off against Kitty’s ass, which rested snugly between my thighs.

I put my other arm round my daughter and gave her a warm hug, casually allowing my hands to drift down to her chest. I was lightly resting the tips of my fingers on her nipples. Was I wrong, or were they responding to my touch?

“You’re a lot sexier than you think right now,” I told her. “Don’t you ever look in the mirror when you’re naked and admire yourself? I did at your age. I still do. In fact, sometimes while I’m looking, I touch myself — you know what I mean.”

Kitty was silent for a second or so. “You do… ?”

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, everyone does it. You don’t have to tell me, but if you do it in bed at night, that’s marvelous. There’s nothing wrong or bad about masturbating. It’s perfectly healthy, even if you do it a lot. In fact,” and my lips brushed her ear as I took it down to a whisper, “it’s even better when someone else does it to you.”

“Um, it does?” she said. Such innocence in her voice, as if I had no idea what she’d been up to with her little lover Jacqi.

“Oh, definitely!” At that moment I wanted, more than anything in the world, to slide my hand down between Kitty’s legs and finger her cunt, but I still couldn’t summon up the nerve to take that huge step. “I used to do that kind of thing with my school friends, back when I was your age. Y’know, if you and Jaqui ever decided to touch each other down there, you’d find it feels exquisite.”

She gave a nervous laugh. “Wow… I never knew I had such a dirty-minded mum. In a good way, I mean.”

“Oh, I think I’m like a lot of mums — just more honest, that’s all.” We fell silent again.

In truth, I was anything but honest. I was secretly reading my daughter’s diary, which was about the most dishonest thing I could imagine.

I didn’t want to push things any further with Kitty, sensing that she needed some time to digest what we’d just discussed. The water in the tub was beginning to cool anyhow, so we got out and dried off, then went our separate ways.

Me, I marched straight into my bedroom, closed the door, and masturbated myself to three orgasms.

*****

Oct 14th:
Unbelievable! Mum told me masturbates, she just came right out and told me! I mean, I knew she had to, but it was SO HOT hearing her say it! She told me I’m sexy, too. Something strange is going on here, she’s never acted like this before. It’s nice though, ‘cos she’s treating me like a grown up. She even said that she masturbated with other kids when she was young! We were in the bath with candles and stuff and she was drinking wine. Maybe that’s why she confessed about frigging herself.

She even suggested, get this, that Jaqui and I should do it to each other. She doesn’t know that not only are we touching each other’s pussies, we’re licking them too!

Those crotchless knickers that Mum ordered on the internet on Saturday arrived, just four pairs. She said two of them were for me and the others are for Jaqui. It’s so freaky, my mum buying underwear for my lover! Then she told me that I should ask Jaqui to come sleep over soon, ‘cos she wants to see her try them on. I bet Mum really just wants to look at her pussy, that’s all, but for now just she’ll have to get by with looking at mine. I’ll try my new knickers on when I get into my comfy things after dinner.

*****

Later:
Okay, I tried the knickers on. They were a perfect fit, so I wore them all evening. Mum wore a sheer baby doll nightie that was open at the front, tied at the top with a little bow that I kept pulling on to look at her tits, pretending it was a game. She didn’t wear the skimpy knickers that came with it. I think I’ll keep those for myself and surprise Jaqui. (I phoned her right after dinner, and she’s coming over tomorrow!)

When I was talking to her, Jaqui told me Mum’s the sexiest person she’s ever met, after me anyway. She said that if Mum came on to her, she’d let her do anything she wanted! I was kinda shocked and thrilled at the same time. She asked me if I’d be jealous, and I told her no, not if I was in the room and could join in. I don’t know WHERE that came from, but as soon as I said it I knew it was true.

Jaqui was even more surprised than I was. She asked me if I really meant that, if I saw her and Mum in bed, would I actually get in and join them for sex? I told her I’d do anything to make Mum happy.

I was sitting on Kitty’s bed, head spinning like a crazy merry-go-round as I drank in my daughter’s words. My God… she was willing to have sex with me!

That led to a very big question: would Kitty let me have my way with her because of a desire to “make Mum happy”… or did she genuinely want us to fuck? I couldn’t say for certain. Perhaps the answer would turn up in one of her future diary entries. I’d have to bide my time.

Continue on to Part Three

By Amanda

1792 – Philadelphia Pa.

Madeline met me early that day. The day that changed my life in Philadelphia. We walked together to a lovely pond where we watched ducks and geese swimming. Even against the harsh stares of those around us, Madeline held my hand in hers and we sat like foolish little girls making eyes at one another.

“Come and live with me, Elizabeth,” she said after what seemed an internal debate on the subject. I did not know what to say at first. Did she mean what I hoped she meant? Or did she simply want me around to relieve loneliness?

I thought about it for some time before I smiled and nodded my head to her. The house mistress had grown cold toward me after she saw that nothing she had said had deterred me from seeing Madeline. The sisters seemed always to giggle about me, and even the other girls were different. It was the dirty secret of the house and I was the unfortunate subject of it. It had all become too much and Madeline was offering a way to escape it.

“This very day then. We’ll go now and gather your things,” she insisted. She stood and dusted herself off, then offered her arm to me. I took it confidently. I could do anything with confidence when I was with her.

We walked an hour back to the house and Madeline politely remained outside while I went up to pack my bag. I had come with two dresses. I would leave with three. I had two dollars when I arrived in the house, and I had three dollars saved now. I turned to leave, feeling I’d long worn out my welcome, but found the sisters standing at the door of my room. They walked in together and wrapped their arms around me, wishing me a tearful farewell.

I had not expected this from them, nor from anyone else. I felt I had fallen out of favor with them all. Elsa stood back and held my hands, looking at me for what she knew to be the last time.

“Elizabeth, dear, does she truly make you happy?”

“She does,” I answered.

“Such things are what you want? Could you never see yourself with a proper husband and family?” I shook my head. “Then I wish you all the happiness in the world.”

“Me too,” Mary offered.

I smiled at them as tears slipped down my cheeks. “And I you, Elsa… Mary… I shall truly miss you both.”

“I can’t say that either of us can understand it,” said Mary, “but we’ll miss you.”

I nodded, that was good enough. Could I have asked any more? Perhaps I had misunderstood them. As I stood there, I realized that they may have been giggling and whispering for me and not at me. Of course any acceptance they might feel for me had to be as hidden as my relationship with Madeline should have been.

I paid my rent until the end of the week and left the house, to Madeline’s waiting arms. She smiled and took my bag in one hand, then offered her free arm to escort me to my new home.

We caught a cab at the cafe and rode to the place where she lived. It was situated above her workshop. She could boast of three bed chambers, a kitchen, a sitting room, and a parlor. It was a fine house indeed.

I had not imagined in my life that I would ever live with such luxury. And so it was that I set about cooking, cleaning, and doing all the womanly things I had been taught to do. She worked from dawn to dusk in the shop and came upstairs everyday weary and dirty.

Without fail, I would draw her a bath. She was indeed the cleanest farrier in all of the city. Together we would sit in the tub and wash. Our eyes never leaving the other, we flirted, smiled, and enjoyed the closeness. But with all of that, strangely, she had not taken me to her bed, though I tried to seem available to her.

She was resisting. Sleeping in her own room and leaving me in mine. I was saddened, but what could I have done?

Three weeks passed with this strange practice. I was frustrated and feeling the fool not only a little for thinking she had any romantic interest in me. We sat at table eating our supper in silence one night when at last I looked across at her.

“Have I misunderstood?” I asked. “Were you not courting me all that time?”

Madeline swallowed hard but looked relieved. “Of course I was, Elizabeth.”

She sipped at her soup. A moment passed, and then she looked up to me. Her face wore an expression of uncertainty, something I’d thought I never would see.

“Am I your first?” she asked.

I shook my head and blushed.

This seemed a relief to her, though. “And you are not mine, not by many.”

Many, I thought, how many? Something in me wanted to know, but something else assured me it would be better not to think of it.

“There are lots of tom boys here?” I finally asked.

“No, I should think not. But there are enough. And we’re not toms. Only British girls are toms. Here in America, we’re… well, we haven’t a word for it to tell the truth. Sapphist, perhaps.”

“Sapphist?” I repeated. “That’s the word? The poet Sappho?” I finally had a proper word to describe my unnatural desires. My perversions had a name, and this came as such a relief to me.

She smiled at my reaction. “I’ve something to show you, I think.”

I wanted to know right away what it was, but she insisted that first we finish our supper. When we were done, we bathed as we always did. For anyone else so much bathing would be unusual, but Madeline insisted it was necessary.

We finished, dried ourselves, and donned our night dresses. Madeline then led me to her room and stood before me for some time, letting me see her looking like a girl, for she so rarely did this.

“Do you like me this way?” she asked.

I did. Better even, but I daren’t say that.

“You’re a fine lady yourself, and that excites me. I am what I know I am, but you… raised by nuns… am I only a passing fancy, Elizabeth?”

“No,” I assured her. “Not at all, Maddy. Not ever. I know it is my desire only to be with a woman. I know this truly.”

She stared at me, then said, “I want to show you something. But you must understand its gravity, child. If you should accept, I’ll have ruined you for any man. None will have you and you’ll be alone. I could not bear that guilt.”

“I’d rather be alone than bound to a man,” I stated.

Madeline tried to smile. She knelt at the edge of her bed and reached underneath, pulling out a carpet bag.

“This is a bit of a treasure. I have had to trade a lifetime of free work and horseshoes to acquire this and assure its secrecy.”

She opened the bag and withdrew what at first I saw as the strangest object I had ever laid my eyes upon. I realized shortly that it was a polished wooden phallus, suspended from a belt of sorts that seemed to fit about the waist and between the legs.

I stood gaping at the device in wonder for several moments before Madeline slipped out of her night dress and began to put it on.

I did not know what to do. I was in shock, but nevertheless intrigued. She laid me on the bed and caressed me, lying on top of me and kissing me deeply. I could feel the phallus between my legs, pushing at my sex through my gown. I realized suddenly that I was aching for it.

Such deviance. Such perversion as this surely must never before have been explored. No woman ever felt such desires as I felt now, and certainly it meant that there was something wrong with me. I was so ashamed of my wanton lust, and yet my shame did nothing to discourage my explorations.

“What is it?” I finally managed to say.

“It is called a dildo. A wicked device serving no purpose but to excite the loins of a woman.”

Wickedness, perversion, that was my pursuit now. My life’s work. All of the virtues of virginity and chastity meant nothing in that moment. Want was all I had and was my mistress now.

I rose up as she pulled my gown from my body. We kissed each other, caressed each other. Madeline was savoring every inch of my flesh and I was content to let her. Even my curiosity about the object she now wore was not enough to make me want to rush her. She suckled my nipples like an infant and slid her hands between my legs, gathering my wetness and licking it from her fingers.

“You know this will hurt at first?” she said.

I nodded. I had heard what it was to lose one’s virginity.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

Was it? I had to wonder. I did not love this woman. I loved Molly, and would have harbored no doubts had Molly asked such a thing of me. I wondered at that moment if I should not be in love before doing this. I contemplated for a time before deciding that I would never, could never, love again.

I smiled up at her, nodding my head. “I’m ready,” I whispered.

Madeline pressed her lips to mine and drove her tongue into my mouth. Waves of excitement and heat washed over me, and finally she held herself above me. Again I nodded my head.

She was gentle but quick about it. She pushed the phallus into me and I felt the tearing of flesh. I gasped in pain, but fought not to show anything more.

The pain vanished quickly. Madeline worked the dildo in and out, driving it deep within me, and each time I groaned, cried out, or gasped. I felt so full, where Molly’s fingers had never provided such sensation.

At long last I felt my climax growing in my loins, and I tore at Madeline’s buttocks, urging her to move faster, to go deeper, to push harder.

Madeline grabbed a pillow from under my head and covered my face as I screamed out. I hardly even realized I had until it was too late. Surely the neighbors would have heard me. Surely they would know of the deviant and wanton behavior we were now engaging in. Part of me expected the knock of a constable at the door at any moment.

I wanted to wear the dildo. I wanted to return the pleasure to Madeline, but she would not hear of it. Instead I was encouraged between her legs where I happily lapped at her sex. I knew what I was doing, though I had not done it in a very long time. I feared I might have forgotten how, but I had not, and it was as exquisite as I remembered.

When at last Madeline pushed her hips into the mattress and moaned loudly, I nearly climaxed a second time myself.

We slept that night with her holding me from behind, and I lying in the darkness only wished that it had been Molly. It was not regret I felt. I did not regret what we had done. I only wished that it could have been in the light of the love I felt for Molly.

I awoke just before dawn. Madeline would sleep a while longer, as I prepared breakfast for us both. It was quite a fine meal, eggs and sausage.

Madeline’s shop did a good turn of business. Even as unusual as the woman must seem to most, she had a fine reputation, and her clients were very loyal.

That evening, Madeline joined me at the small table we took our meals from. She ate quietly, smiling up at me from time to time.

“What is it?” I finally asked.

Her smile broadened and she set her fork down. “Do you feel different?” she asked. “I felt different the first time.”

“My loins ache,” I admitted. “And I suppose I do feel different. But I cannot quite guess how.”

Had Madeline, I asked myself, been invaded by such an object? Did she once have a woman who guided her as I now felt she was guiding me? Molly could have been a passing fancy, I supposed, a childhood indulgence, but this was something more than that.

What I felt with Madeline was not a passing fancy. I knew what I desired and I had gone after it. I had gotten it. I could hardly imagine what I had done. It would be years before the importance Madeline played in my life fully dawned on me.

“The pain will pass,” she assured me. “You’ll feel it a little less every time until you feel only pleasure.”

Every time, she had said. I could only hope she meant that. That she intended to indulge our perversions fully and often.

When breakfast was done, I cleaned the table and the dishes and she went down to her shop to begin the day’s work. I had much to do every day, but on this day I could only think of the night before.

A year prior, I would have thought that such a thing might disgust me. My flesh invaded by something in the form of a male member. It was enough to make me feel ill, but I had not felt ill the night before. Knowing it was Madeline made this acceptable. Made it pleasurable.

We lived this way for another few weeks before questions began to arise from those around us, and Madeline settled on the story that I was a cousin come to help her. The story was good enough and the questions stopped. Whatever anyone might think or suspect they kept to themselves.

I said that my new life began with her, and it did. But it was not the sexual explorations that made my new life new. It was my introduction to the dark underside of Philadelphia. I could never have suspected that such things existed here had she not shown me.

Madeline told me not to prepare supper on a particular night. She closed her shop at six and came up, hurriedly bathing and dressing in a lovely purple vest and black breeches. She led me out of the house and to the street where we hailed a cab.

We rode for an hour, deep into the city. Madeline sat quietly, smiling and looking at me. She knew what I was going to see, but I could only guess. At long last we stopped in what seemed a prosperous district and got out of the cab. She paid the driver and led me to a stairwell going just below street level. The scent of wine and beer wafted up, and from inside I heard a voice rasied in song. A tavern? Indeed it was, but not like any I could have imagined.

We descended the stair where a bearded, uniformed man welcomed Madeline, and then, after a glance and a wink at me, opened the door, affording us passage.

I did not at first recognize the new world I had stepped into. It was not until closer inspection that I realized the majority of people in this tavern were women, and those I had taken for men or boys were not that at all, but instead like my Maddy.

I did not know what to think. So many unusual women here in this one place. Were they all like me? Did they all come in hopes of finding even one night’s pleasure with another of their own sex?

What had Maddy done to me? I was a lady, and my unwholesome desires heretofore had been kept secret, but here that was no secret. The knowing glances and smiles, the familiar greetings and introductions, all this meant that everyone around understood what Maddy and I did in the secrecy of her room. Did they know about the wicked device she kept hidden ‘neath her bed? Did they know that I welcomed it into me?

I was immediately ashamed. Blushing and nearly in tears, I turned and made my way toward the door, but Madeline stopped me.

“What is it?” she asked.

I turned to her, my eyes filled with shame. I cannot even today adequately describe my humiliation. Madeline saw it, though, and I believe she even understood.

“These women are friends,” she insisted. “What they know of us, we know of them. There is no need of secrets here.” She gently urged me back inside. “Nowhere in the world should you find such kind and accepting hearts.”

I tried to believe her. I wanted to believe her. Still, something within me could not relax that night.

“Maddy!” a woman in breeches and soldier’s jacket exclaimed. She shook my Maddy’s hand, then looked over her shoulder at me. “And who is this enchanting creature who graces you with her presence?”

I blushed and turned away. The woman stepped around Madeline and grasped my hand in hers, kissing it like a man. “Charmed, I’m sure,” she said with a smile.

“Careful, Catherine. She’s with me.”

“Indeed.” The woman patted Madeline on the shoulder and smiled, her eyes never leaving me. “Does she have a name, I wonder?”

“Elizabeth,” I answered with a quick curtsey.

Catherine bowed low before me, sweeping her hat in front of her. “Catherine Pennington, at your service, m’lady.”

She then turned to Madeline, and they spoke quietly for a moment before Catherine raised her voice and called to the barkeep to provide us a drink of our choosing at her expense. Soon she left us alone to enjoy our drinks, returning to a throng of similarly dressed women. I watched her for some time with no small level of fascination.

“She owns the house above,” Madeline told me.

I tore my eyes away from the others and looked at her.

“Her father died in the Revolution. Gave his life to free us.”

“Then he was a hero,” I said.

“He was a fiend that did one good thing.”

“He fought for us?”

“He died,” she stated.

I will never know why Maddy would say something so cruel. Never again did anything that horrible pass her lips, and Catherine herself never spoke to me of her father in any detail.

Madeline drank down a tankard of ale all at once, and set the empty on the table. “Her mother took ill and lives above. This place, it is hers. And very exclusive. We are fortunate to be welcomed here. Mostly it is only for the very wealthy.”

“Is this, then, a condition of the wealthy?” I said.

“Are we wealthy?” she asked me.

We were not. We did well and lived well, but not without a great deal of work and saving. Above us in this house there were surely servants, maids, cooks, and the like. Madeline and I could never afford such luxury.

She smiled and kissed my cheek. “I do not know what makes us this way. But I don’t care, I simply enjoy it.”

She enjoyed it? How, I wondered. I was so ashamed of my perversions. My unnatural desires troubled me deeply, and I dearly wished it was not so. Truly it was both love and hate. A part of me loved what I had become, but the lady I had been raised to be hated it — yet Madeline enjoyed it. My admiration of her grew that night. She was free within herself. I hoped that perhaps someday I could learn to be so free.

We drank and talked for the rest of the night. It was early morning when Madeline took me from the tavern back out to the streets. We walked along quietly for some time before she began to look for a suitable cab.

I thought we should never find a ride, but at length a coachman stopped for us and Madeline opened the door, helping me inside. A moment later we were in each other’s drunken arms, kissing and touching as the carriage bumped and swayed toward her home.

We arrived at the house and Madeline jumped out, taking my hand to help me down. She paid the driver, and we stumbled and giggled our way upstairs.

I knew what Madeline had in mind when she pulled me close and ran her hands to my bottom, squeezing it gently. She wanted the same thing I did. The same thing we both always seemed to want.

It is the one thing about a perversion, I think. To have it in one’s mind is not a terrible thing. I believe nearly all people must ponder over such things at some time or another in their lives. Especially a lady, as I. We are to forever be the focus of someone else’s baser desires, but are forbidden ourselves to have these desires or to enjoy the act. We are expected to be ashamed and disdainful of such things. Yet surely all ladies must live a rich and secret fantasy life, I suspect.

However, indulge your desire just once, allow your perverse fantasies to be made real only a single time, and you are given over to them forever. I did not know what wickedness had seized me, but I could not have escaped it now. It had been released from Pandora’s box and never could I put it back.

But even worse than the sins I committed every moment of every day, while acting in essence as the wife of this farrier I had come to know, I did not wish to chase this demon away. Even as much as I hated it, also did I love my wicked heart and all of the forbidden pleasures it had brought me. I loved it with great shame.

I would not have been able to admit this then. I can only say it now, years later. Now that I have explored my every perversion, and such things as being a wife to this woman seem so tame and unexciting.

Her tongue invaded my mouth and I indulged her. I cupped her breasts in my hands, removed her vest and unbuttoned her shirt. She tugged at my dress and opened my undergarments until all could easily be pulled away. We fell naked onto the bed, and as she kissed me, Madeline reached down to pull the bag and its forbidden contents from beneath the bed.

I had come to love her wicked device. It brought me no less pleasure than her tongue and far more than her fingers. She drew it up her legs and buckled it around her waist. A devious smiled played at her lips as she enjoyed my anticipation.

She pressed it against my sex, sliding the tip up and down along my opening. I shuddered and moaned. She was preparing me. I held her breasts in my hands using my thumbs to tease her nipples as she teased my loins.

Finally, when I thought surely I could bear no more, she slid the phallus inside me and I threw my head back with a breathy sigh. Yes, yes, and yes, this is what I longed for.

Madeline pushed it in deeply and slowly at first, but her movements grew in speed over time. We rocked together, my hands going from her breasts to her soft bottom. I pulled her deeper, ever deeper.

Suddenly she took me in her arms and rolled us over, bringing me to sit atop her, straddling her hips and now able to accept the dildo as deeply as I desired. This was a new experience for me, and it brought a new brand of ecstasy as I bounced up and down on her, bringing myself to shattering ecstasy.

I fell forward on her and closed my eyes, needing a moment to recover. She gently stroked my back. She knew. Madeline too had felt such a thing, but now enjoyed the role of instructor. This much at least I understood.

Soon I eased forward a little until her dildo was free of my sex. I helped her remove it, then began shifting down on the bed to take my usual place between her thighs. She stopped me, though, turning me above her until my face lay between her legs and hers between mine.

What terrible and exquisite wickedness did she now have in mind for me? With a presumed understanding of what I was expected to do, I pressed my tongue to her sex, lapping at the opening and at the knot she had taught me was called the clitoris. She returned my forbidden kiss, and we exchanged these pleasures for quite some time before the familiar building from within the center of my loins encouraged me to a more regular rhythm, rocking against her mouth.

It seemed that this encouraged her as well, and to my surprise we both achieved climax at the same time, not ceasing then, but licking, kissing, and sucking at one another through more peaks until at long last we both relaxed.

I rolled off her onto the bed, lying on my side and folding my legs behind me. I stroked her legs and belly. I loved her soft skin. She gently caressed me, and though her hands were rough with hard labor, there was a gentleness to her touch.

It was not love I felt, but I was content with what it was. Madeline, I knew, loved me, and I said the words so as not to hurt her feelings but I did not feel it. All the same, this was something I could envision as lasting forever. It truly was wonderful, living with her. The days of work and togetherness, the sinful nights. I imagined it to be this way for the the rest of my life, and was quite satisfied.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Amanda

1791 – Philadelphia Pa.

I was a seventeen-year-old girl alone on the streets of Philadelphia when I stepped off the coach in late evening. The big city after dark is a dangerous place for an unescorted lady. I hurried through the streets in the gathering dusk, desperately looking for a boarding house.

It was more than an hour later and not less than three solid swats on my buttocks before I found what I was looking for, a room priced so that I could survive on my savings until I could get work. I could sew and mend and cook, and certainly in a city such as this I could find someone in need of that.

Yet, after three weeks I was down to my last six pence. That was enough to pay rent and nothing more. I was greatly disheartened by my failure to find work, but as the nuns had once taught us, if you seek something earnestly enough, eventually you will find it.

I found work the day before my rent was due. A tailor shop. I was hired to help the proprietor’s wife with the mending, but he created the clothing he sold himself. The good man’s wife convinced him I seemed trustworthy and that it was safe to advance me my week’s rent.

I worked for a dollar a week, six to twelve hours a day. The days I was fortunate enough to leave early I roamed the streets, learning my way around town. I was looking for something, though at the time I did not know what.

I roamed, visited taverns, definitely not places for a lady, but somehow I felt I should be there. Perhaps I did not consciously acknowledge it then, but I know now what it was I really wanted. I was looking for others like myself. The good Mister Baker had told me I was not alone in the world of today, and that intrigued me.

I was not looking for love. I was sure I would never love again. Molly had crushed that from me. She had destroyed me. No, I sought others for companionship. Someone who understood what I felt and why.

Six months ran to a year, and I had found nothing of interest. My rent was always paid ahead, my work done with great care, and my free time spent in this relentless search.

It was a summer day like any other when I chanced upon a French cafe. I felt compelled to sit at a small table just outside its door, and a moment later a young girl of perhaps thirteen stepped out and offered me a cup of tea. I asked for a madeleine as well and she went inside, returning moments later with the tea and pastry.

I paid her with a brand new penny and told her to keep the half penny for herself. It was a generous tip indeed, but I was feeling quite happy sitting on the sidewalk, watching the carriages and riders pass.

My tea was cool and nearly gone when a carriage stopped across the road and someone I took as a man stepped out, reaching up to pay the driver. He turned toward me — and that was when I found, much to my surprise, that this was no man but a woman. She wore a simple shirt and a handsome vest, and most shocking of all she wore breeches. With a confident smile she strode, head held high, across the street to the cafe where she sat several tables away from me.

I was in awe and could hardly stop looking at her. She wore her brown hair tied back in a black ribbon as a man would do. Her clothes, her shoes… this was the most unusual woman I had ever seen.

I’ve no idea how long I sat captivated by her presence, but it was long enough for her to notice. She met my eyes and half smiled before returning to her glass of wine.

After she finished the glass she got up to leave, placing a coin on the table for the girl. She hailed a cab and soon was gone, leaving me in absolute wonderment.

When I finally noticed that it was dusk, I stood and left the cafe. I made my way home quickly. Nighttime was no time for a lady to be out alone. I went up to my room and waited for supper, all the while looking out the window. What had I seen, I wondered, how could a woman ever dress so and get away with it? Perhaps if she had wanted to be taken for a boy that would be different, but she appeared to make no effort at all to hide her true sex.

Why, it was positively indecent for a woman to stride about in such a way, and knowing that somehow made her even more interesting to me. I had heard of tom-boys only since coming here to the big city, and I wondered now if that was what she was. It would certainly suggest that she worked and gave no thought to a husband or children. But did that also mean her hunger was for her own sex? Because she dressed and walked like a man, could that mean she loved as one too?

When at last the house mistress called supper, I went down, still too in awe to talk, or even to think of anything but the woman I’d seen.

The meal was all but finished when I could stand it no longer. “I saw the strangest person today.”

This was hardly noticed by the other women of the house, but two of them did look politely at me, waiting for me to go on.

“I was enjoying a tea at this cafe not far from here. I saw a woman there. She stepped out of a cab. I took her for a man at first, as she was dressed every inch that way, but she was indeed female.”

“Surely that’s not true,” one of the boarders exclaimed as she laughed, “you’re teasing us!”

“No, I swear it,” I responded.

“Stay away from that sort, girl,” the mistress warned. “You’re young and naive, but that type will bring you only misery and misfortune. They have a kind of madness, I think.” Her confidence in what she was saying suggested she knew much more than she was letting on.

“That type?” I asked, almost under my breath.

The mistress only nodded her head. The other girls giggled and whispered to each other. It seemed they knew something that I did not. And to this day I wonder what it was.

“Are you sure it wasn’t just a boy too young for a mustache?” one of the girls asked.

I shook my head. I was very sure that she was indeed a girl. She was young, yes, and slightly disheveled as it seemed she worked. Her hands had been dirty as were her knees.

The mistress snorted before getting up to collect the plates. When she left the room, I was suddenly made aware of how transparent I was. I must have given something of my thoughts away in my face, as Mary leaned across the table and whispered to me, “Push her from your mind, Liz. No matter how she dresses she will always be a girl.”

The others broke out in fresh giggles, but I found nothing amusing about this near accusation. Besides, it was arrogant for her to assume that I did not find that very thing about her so enticing. Arrogant, but good. Surely I’d have been run out of the house and even perhaps out of the town were anyone to know what things I thought.

But young and naive I certainly was. Philadelphia was a city with a dark side known only to those so brave as to venture into its darkened streets and alleyways at night. It was another city altogether after the sun went down, and I would learn at least a part of this in due time.

I went back to the cafe every day for a month hoping to see her again. I watched the ladies and gentlemen walk by, the carriages, the vendors. All the while I searched intently for her face amidst the throng. I had to meet her.

The next time she came I would speak to her, I decided. She was a woman, after all, and such a thing would draw only the slightest attention. Besides, all eyes would be on her, I told myself, not the young girl she was with. I would have to say now, however, looking back on it, had anyone taken notice it certainly would have been of the young and, dare I say, lovely girl making eyes at this oddly dressed woman. I would hope not to sound too vain, but in my youth I was blessed with a pretty face, straight teeth, and delicate skin.

As I sat watching all the people walk by, a new thought came to me. I had been so naive as a girl. It was not until I was shown the world I now so desperately sought that I had understood myself. I wondered, as I watched the ladies escorted by their sweethearts and husbands, how many of them might share my own desires and just not know it? Or, not have any imaginings of how they might fulfill their desire? We women, we are doomed to a lonely lot in life, unless, like I, great fortune simply falls upon us.

Little by little my world came to seem less bleak to me. I was still alone in the big city, but at least I could entertain such hope of knowing a woman’s touch again as I waited patiently for my lady in breeches to come back.

Still she did not come. Every day at work I could hardly bear to be there, and when I was dismissed all but ran to the cafe in hopes of seeing her again.

It was a cool fall day when it suddenly dawned on me that she might never come back. But I was not going to give up completely. The girl that filled my tea cup and brought me madeleines, perhaps she had seen the woman before. When I arrived at the cafe, I took my regular seat and the girl was soon at my table side. I failed to muster the courage to ask after the woman at first, but when she returned with my tea I spoke, almost as if someone else were controlling me.

“I saw a woman here once. She wore breeches and a handsome blue vest.”

The girl tilted her head slightly and gave me the most curious look. “Mademoiselle?” the girl said in her heavy French accent. “Do you mean Madeline?”

“Is that her name?”

The girl nodded.

“Does she often come here?”

Again a silent nod.

How fortuitous, I thought, that I might find Madeline here while eating cakes of such a similar name.

“I would not have thought a lady of your refinement to ask after her, though.”

This statement was so strange to me that I hardly comprehended it. Refinement? Me? Yet it seemed by what the girl said that she would expect another type of lady to ask about the woman all the same.

“I’m but a simple seamstress,” I offered.

“Oui, mademoiselle,” the girl shrugged, then said, “She comes mostly after nightfall. She has her supper here with us nearly every evening.”

“She does?” I nearly shouted.

Again a nod.

“But why, I wonder?”

“Perhaps because we would not shoo her away.” The girl turned to leave but I caught her arm.

“And why would anyone?” I asked.

The girl raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She looked as if she thought she had already said too much.

So that was my answer. For weeks now I had just missed the woman, leaving before sunset to escape the risk of being on the street at night while she had no fear of it at all.

Now the question I posed to myself was whether or not I should take the risk of waiting to see if she would come this evening. In the end, though, I did indeed choose to stay.

As time passed, my fear was rising. It would be a long walk to my boarding house in the dark of night, and it was growing very late. I was about to give in to my fear when a cab stopped across the street and out stepped the woman in breeches. Out stepped Madeline.

Again she strode across the street and took her table only a few paces from where I sat. I had, I reckoned, until she finished supper. Yet all I seemed able to do was sit and stare at her. The little French girl brought the woman a plate and a glass and then left her, glancing over at me as she did.

It was dark. I could not walk the streets alone. I had to speak to her, if nothing else so that I might have an escort. Surely she would be willing to help a young girl and see her home safely.

From where I gained the strength, I do not know. But somehow I stood up and walked to stand at the side of her table.

She looked up at me with a pleasant smile.

“May I join you?” I asked.

Immediately she wiped her lips and stood, pulling out a chair for me. Just as a man of any breeding would have done. When she sat back down, she sipped her wine and looked me over carefully.

I looked closely at her as well. I guessed her age near twenty-five, and she had to be a full inch taller than I. Her hands seemed to have seen hard work, and her eyes were wrinkled at the corners from many hours in the sun every day.

“As you’ve guessed, I am sure, I am not a man,” she said. “So I’ll forgive you if you wish to leave.”

I said nothing in reply.

A moment passed, and she raised her eyebrows. “Why breeches?” she asked, taking my part. “My father was a farrier, and when he died I inherited the barn, the tools, and the clients.”

A farrier. That meant she had work from which she could make quite a handsome living and that would afford her latitude.

“Your father taught you?” I heard myself asking her.

“From the day I could walk. He did not want his legacy, as it were, to pass out of the family.”

“And you’ve no brothers? No cousins?”

“My father was the only surviving child of his parents, as I am of mine.” She smiled and took another mouthful of food. “Good fortune, I suppose, in that I am free. I don’t imagine I could ever have achieved the refinement that is required to be called a lady… but you?”

“I am a seamstress,” I answered.

Compared to hers, my life was so unexciting. But she, she met travelers from all around the colonies and perhaps the world. She determined her own destiny. She had power and that made her more beautiful than anything else.

For an instant her eyes narrowed. Not in anger but something else. Something that I had seen in Molly’s eyes before we first made love. I was sure I understood the look. I was sure I had to be right. She was more than just a woman with good fortune.

We were interrupted by the servant girl. She filled Madeline’s glass with wine, then looked down at me in a knowing way.

“Mademoiselle?” she asked. Her tone seemed different now.

Madeline set her glass down. “Of course, Isabelle. Bring her a glass and anything else she wants.”

The girl turned her attention from me to Madeline and back again.

“Wine will be fine,” I told her.

Madeline seemed disappointed with my request but said nothing. She sat looking at me for a moment before sipping from her glass. There was something in her eyes. Did she know what I was thinking? Had she seen the girl’s knowing glance? I became so nervous I could no longer look at her.

At last she spoke, relieving some of my anxiety. “You certainly are a brave sort, aren’t you? You walked right up to me, and how could you be sure I was not a man?”

I could not respond, but I looked up, able to meet her gaze again.

“I like brave ladies,” she said. “Life is certainly too short for etiquette.”

I gave a nod, but as for myself, I liked etiquette. I loved being a lady, having chairs pulled out, doors opened, and everything else that went with it. I wished only that I had more freedom to determine my own destiny. For at that time, I still completely relied on others for my future.

Isabelle, whose name I had learned only that night, returned with my wine and set it before me. She looked long at me, evaluating me for something I could not be sure of.

“You must tell her, Madeline. You know what happens…” she said, turning to the woman.

“Hold your tongue, girl,” Madeline snapped. “I do not need a child to tell me what I must do.”

Isabelle bent her knee in a casual curtsey and quickly walked away. I watched her curiously. Tell me what, I wondered? But I already suspected what the child’s looks meant, and I had only to wait patiently for Madeline to tell me. I returned my attention to the woman across from me, but said nothing.

“Forgive me, ah… I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Elizabeth.”

“Lovely,” she said. She took my hand across the table. Her palms were rough and worked. But when she pressed her lips to my fingers they were as soft as I remembered Molly’s.

“I am Madeline, at your service, m’lady,” she said as she stood and bowed at the waist.

At length she finished her meal and her wine, then waited patiently for me to finish my glass. I did not want to rush, though. She had become a hero of sorts for me and I was basking in her presence. But all too soon my glass was drained dry.

She stood and offered her arm to me. “Come, Elizabeth, it wouldn’t do to have you walking the streets alone at night.”

“And you? What will you do when I am home?”

Madeline only smiled at me as I took her arm. I pointed in the direction of my home and she nodded, leading me forward.

She left me at the door, and though I’d have thought I was alone I was not. Mary and her sister, who shared the room next to mine, had seen me approaching.

As I stepped inside, they rushed down the stairs giggling. “And who was he, Liz?” they teased.

I only smiled and went to my room, leaving them no doubt greatly disappointed.

The next day I was released from my duties early and I rushed to the cafe. I was quietly sitting and reading a book I had bought a few days before when Isabelle boldly sat down across from me. I marked my place and looked up at her, a bit put off by her forwardness.

“I mean her no ill will, mademoiselle,” she began. “But Madeline, she is not just an unusual woman. I was once like you, fascinated by her. I thought her a hero but she is not like you and I.”

The girl trailed off and looked away for a moment, then went on. “This is a very big city, and all manner of people come and go here. You are young and naive… where did you come from?”

“Harrisburg.” I was fascinated that this girl, this child, would see fit to impart wisdom to me, seeing as I could be no less than five years her senior.

Isabelle nodded her head. “She will want more than friendship from you. She has some money and is very charismatic, but don’t be drawn in by her. She wants terrible things, perverse things.”

I said nothing at all. My smile never faded. Perhaps it had even grown. “She only wants what we all want, child. She wants to be loved.”

“But not by a man, mademoiselle.”

“And you know this for certain?

Isabelle blushed and nodded her head. “I do know.”

“And your father still serves her?” I asked, somewhat surprised.

“I’ve never spoken of it to him. He would not understand. And I would not know where to begin.”

I smiled to myself. I had a companion. Someone who might understand me. I did not know what our future held, but for that moment I was relieved.

Isabelle noticed that I did not seem scandalized by this most shocking news, but instead sat smiling with a distant gaze. “You knew this already,” she said quietly. “But how?”

I could only shrug. I could not explain how such a thing might have occurred to me. It was like an instinct, though indeed her dress was at least some hint. Perhaps not to everyone, but to someone who was looking.

Someone who was looking. Again the nuns had been proven right. I had so earnestly sought a woman like me, someone to understand me. And I had found her now. I prayed that Madeline would fancy me, at least as a friend.

I was drawn away from my own thoughts when Isabelle sighed.

“But you’re a lady,” she said. “You show all the hallmarks of good breeding and refinement.”

I giggled, “Then you have not often seen ladies of refinement or breeding. My dress is worn and I am poor. I live in a boarding house and work for a mere dollar a week. No, I am not refined at all, I think, and truthfully I would not want to be.”

“Mademoiselle Elizabeth… I wish you well, but please do not make the mistake of letting my father see even a hint of romance between you. He could not abide such a thing, and I like Madeline, and you as well.”

“Isabelle, I like you too. Do you understand, though?”

“I think I do. In a way. Surely such a lady would be lonely. And damned to bear this secret having no one to share it with… but you must be ever vigilant. No one else would be so forgiving as I.”

“And why are you?”

“Because it wasn’t horrible, if I must be honest,” she answered with a blush. “It should have been but it wasn’t.”

I tried to press but she would say no more. Soon after I gave up trying to glean the story from Isabelle, she stood and returned to her duties.

I waited quietly for Madeline, sitting boldly at her usual table and reading as I sipped tea.

When at last she came, she did not hesitate to sit with me and we ate together, making small talk and sharing knowing glances. I doubted we had to say anything more. I felt certain that she must know what things I was thinking, as I am sure she suspected I did. It was that secret language, known only to us, to tom-boys. Tom-boys? Was that what I was? Was that the proper word? I did not know for certain, but for then it was sufficient.

And so for a time we ate together and spoke our secret language. Isabelle performed her duties quietly, and only once felt compelled to warn us that we were too clearly showing our intentions.

Each night Madeline escorted me home on her arm, and then Mary and her sister begged the details of my romance. It was the first day of our third week that I had my first surprise. A pleasant one indeed, but it left me anxious and gasping for breath.

As always, Madeline walked me home. But when we arrived on that dark street which had no benefit of lighting, she stopped and turned me to face her. She hesitated only a moment, looking into my eyes, before she learned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

It was all I needed. I fell into her arms and opened my mouth, waiting anxiously for her tongue.

We kissed, there on the doorstep of my house, in the night, creating a positively scandalous spectacle for anyone who might be looking. At last Madeline stepped back, and I looked up at her with all the admiration and hope of a young girl in love. Love? No, perhaps not that, but whatever it was, for that moment it was exquisite.

She smiled and I went slowly into the house, my gaze on her until the door was shut. Inside I turned to find the mistress of the house glaring at me from the sofa where she was mending a dress. I looked away, ashamed but confident that she did not fully know just how truly awful I was.

I was wrong. I’d hardly closed the door to my room when she banged her knuckle against it, startling me and gaining the attention of Mary and Elsabette. I opened the door to the house mistress’s scowl.

“What you do away from here is none of my concern, girl, but that display was simply indecent. Your passions made you look like feral animals!” She growled at me.

I was immediately ashamed. I cast my eyes down and felt the heat of my blushing cheeks. Behind her the sisters giggled. They were amused thinking I had a sweetheart, that I had a man courting me.

Finally I lifted my head and looked at the mistress. “I am sorry, ma’am. I won’t ever…”

“No, you won’t.” She stepped closer to me and I could hear her teeth grinding. “I told you to stay away from the likes of that woman. But you chose not to hear me and now look at you.”

She spoke quietly, but not quietly enough, as the gasp from behind her told me that this part of our conversation had not remained private.

“I should cast you right out of my house tonight for such a display, but you’ve been a good tenant otherwise, never troubling me over the rent.” She shook her finger at me. “But I will not have such behavior from you again.”

Turning to leave, she added, “And I urge you, forget her before it’s too late. Before you do something you cannot undo.”

She hissed something at the other girls when she passed them, and they stood quietly staring at me in shock. The mistress mumbled as she descended the stair, “And to think my William joined the minutemen for this…” What more she said I could not hear.

Ashamed, I closed my door, thinking the incident over. But they would not let it alone. The sisters knocked at the door, and despite my repeated attempts to shoo them away, they finally opened my door and stepped into my room.

“What?” I asked them. “What should I say?”

They looked at one another and then at me.

“Should I deny what you’ve heard? Tell you she was mistaken?” I shook my head, and again they exchanged a glance. “Well take a good look at me then, will that satisfy you? Look hard at the tom-boy, get your fill, and I’ll hear no more of it!”

“It’s true then?” Mary finally said.

I nodded my head. What else was I to do? Lying was against all of the virtues with which the nuns had raised me. Even when the consequences could be dire, as they were with this.

I expected a titter, a giggle. I expected something, but they stood in silent awe. “Do you love her then?” Elsa finally asked.

I only shrugged. I did not love her, I didn’t think. Not then. Not now even. But I liked her, and I felt a closeness with her that I could not have felt with anyone else. She understood me in a way others could not.

“She is kind and gentle. She pays attention to only me when we are together, and she understands… she understands things that no one else could.”

The girls were naive, or perhaps they simply were not very intelligent. What should have been a terrible scandal of perversion and indecency was instead a point of fascination for them. They were young though, fourteen, maybe fifteen.

“When Jacob holds my hand, I feel as if I’m floating,” Mary started. “I feel safe and sure of the world and my place in it. Does she make you feel wonderful like that?”

I nodded.

“And not a boy?”

I shook my head. There were tears in my eyes now. I was so ashamed. I knew that I was a perverse and indecent woman, but I walked like a lady and dressed like one. I conducted myself in such a way that others might not know what really lurked behind my smile.

Mary sat down at my little desk and glanced over my quill and papers. I was the only girl in the house who could read and write with any proficiency, and this had gained me a sort of admiration.

Elsa soon sat across from me on the bed. They both looked curious, intrigued by this new thing.

“How could you ever…” Elsa finally asked, breaking a heavy silence.

She could not finish the question, but I understood. The question was too terrible to answer, but at least the awkwardness in the room had passed. Elsa pressed me though.

I held up my hand and wiggled my fingers. “Surely you’ve had a good frigging at least once in your life,” I finally said, exasperated.

“I should think not!” Mary exclaimed, but Elsa’s silence told a different story for her, and this did not go unnoticed by her sister.

“Ohh, you scandalous slut,” Mary laughed. “You must tell me everything and don’t leave out a single detail!”

Although I wanted to hear too, the long silence from Elsabette told me that this story would be shared only between the sisters.

I could have told them everything, given them the details of every terrible pleasure I had given and had received. But this was enough. They need not know any more. Of course my limited knowledge of all the things two women could enjoy would have left the story only partially told. I was yet to learn of so many things I would never have dared dream.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Misty Meadow

Many thanks to my editor JetBoy for the work he contributed to this story. — Misty

Should a mother ever read her daughter’s diary?

Absolutely not! No, a diary is a private thing. Kids should be encouraged to keep a record of their everyday lives for lots of reasons, and they should be able to set down their thoughts without any fear that their privacy will be invaded. They need a safe haven for those bottled up secrets that all kids keep. God knows, I did at that age.

But then I stumbled onto my own daughter’s diary… and that was when those good intentions of mine fell by the wayside.

I was in the living room sewing a button back onto my teal blouse when I heard Kitty’s phone ring. She was up in her room doing homework. A minute later she came flying down the stairs.

“I’m going over to Jaqui’s, okay, Mum?” Jaqui was her best friend. “I’ll be back before bedtime, I promise.”

“Did you finish your homework?” I asked.

“Yeah, all done.” Then she slipped out of the door and was gone. Why is she in such a hurry? I wondered… then again, kids these days seem to be in a hurry all the time.

I went upstairs to her room to check whether Kitty had, in fact, finished her homework. She’s amazingly bright for her age, but so full of energy that it’s sometimes difficult for her to focus on school. If she really applied herself, my daughter would be at the top of every class. I do my best to make sure that she gets her work done.

Kitty’s desk was in a state of controlled chaos, papers loosely scattered across the top. How on earth does she know what’s what? I asked myself. Looking through them, it did seem that she’d completed her maths, at least.

There was a book lying on the floor, and I picked it up. It was a classic called Black Beauty that I’d bought for her last year. It was one of my favorite books back when I was Kitty’s age, and I paused to open it, just to see if reading a few paragraphs might bring back memories.

But the contents inside were completely different — in fact, it wasn’t Black Beauty at all. What I held was a journal, its pages filled with closely written text in my daughter’s neat hand. I was puzzled for an instant, then it all made sense, She’d taken this diary and wrapped it in the jacket of another book. Why would she do such a thing? To hide it from me, that’s why.

I was fully aware that reading the contents would violate an unwritten code of motherly conduct, so I placed it on the desk and turned to leave the room — but then I hesitated. If I just take a little peek inside, she’d never know. Just a page or two. My curiosity was overtaking my good judgment. I reasoned with myself that first, she’d never know that I read it; second, I couldn’t imagine that my little girl could have any secrets that would fray the bond between us.

So I picked up the book, sat on the end of her bed and opened it on the last page. That’s all I’ll read, I told myself. That much, no more.

The page began in the middle of a sentence:

gave me a dirty look so I told her to fuck off. She’ll probably never speak to me again, but I don’t care. Now I’m home and I’ve gotta do my homework.

I hope Jaqui will ring so I can go over there… and I especially hope that her mum isn’t home, so we can carry on where we left off. What she did to me was awesome!! How did she know how to make me feel so

That was where the text ended, presumably because Jaqui did in fact call and invite my daughter to come over. It looked as if Kitty, in her excitement, had forgotten to put the book back on the shelf. Maybe she’d knocked it off the desk in her haste to leave for her friend’s place.

Now I remembered that she’d been given this journal by her uncle on her last birthday, three months ago when she turned eleven. Frankly, I’d forgotten all about it. Now, here it was, filled with Kitty’s secrets. Of course, it was probably all innocent young girl stuff — dolls and pop singers, clothes and hair styles, film stars and pet hates.

Still… what did Kitty mean when she wrote that Jaqui had done something “awesome,” to her?

Unable to resist taking a further peek at the contents, I went to the beginning of the journal and rapidly skimmed the first few weeks, looking for the first mention of Jaqui — especially when Kitty first spent the night with her.

What do little girls do when they sleep in the same room together? If my own past is anything to go by, they do quite a lot. At Kitty’s age, I had a crush on a girl who was a year older, and somehow I managed to join a group of three other girls to stay overnight at her place for a big pajama party.

It was quite an adventure. We all got into our pajamas except for my idol, who announced that she always slept naked — and that night would be no exception. She looked like a goddess, her boobs just beginning to grow, curvy hips and a wisp of hair on her mound. Deciding to emulate her, I quickly stripped out of my own pajamas and lay back on the bed, legs casually spread, giving all the girls a good look at me. I’d never done anything like that before in my life, and quickly realized what a thrill it was to show myself off so lewdly. The others couldn’t resist the temptation to lose their own nightwear, and soon we were all naked.

We got into some very frank conversation about boys and sex, and before long we were engaging in kissing games — some of us pretending to be boys, then changing roles, so we all got to kiss and be kissed. Then just before bedtime, the five of us crowded into the shower and soaped each other, laughing and giggling at how naughty we were being. There was something of a battle to decide who’d sleep with my idol on the bed, which only had room for three. Being the youngest, I ended up on the floor, but it was still the most exciting night of my life up until then.

A couple of weeks later, I invited this girl to sleep at my house, and to my delight, she accepted. That night, we not only got naked and shared kisses, but she let me touch her. I eagerly fondled her tits and pussy, and then for the first time, another girl touched me down there. Well, I needn’t tell you what happened next, but after that evening, which took place just a week before my twelfth birthday, I knew for certain that I was gay.

That said, you may wonder how I came to have a daughter. Here’s how that happened. At a drunken party when I was at university, I was too far gone to resist the advances of an older guy. I was pretty much passed out when he fucked me. You could call it date rape, but it didn’t seem like a big deal until I discovered I was pregnant — and by then, he’d disappeared. But it all turned out beautifully when I gave birth to a lovely little girl whom I love to pieces. My parents helped me raise her, and now I’m glad things turned out as they did.

Once I found the entry from the night of Kitty’s first sleepover with Jaqui, I read on.

Oct 3rd:

OMG! I think I’m in love! Last night I slept at Jaqui’s house. Her parents are so cool. They let us hang out in Jaqui’s room (with the door locked!) and left us alone, all night long. Guess what. She kissed me! Right on the lips, a real kiss, not just a friendly peck but a kiss with tongue. Yes, a French kiss!! I had goose pimples all over. Of course I kissed her back ‘cos I’ve wanted to do that for weeks now, and last night my dream came true.

But it got even better when it came time to go to bed. She said we should sleep naked! She wasn’t at all shy about taking her clothes off in front of me and so neither was I. I’ve seen girls getting undressed before, like in the changing room at school, or at the municipal swimming pool, but never like Jaqui did. I told her she should be a stripper when she grows up. She looked dead sexy, slowly pulling her knickers down and showing off her pussy. Then she watched me as I undressed. I never knew how such an ordinary thing could be so exciting! She couldn’t take her eyes off me and told me I had a pretty pussy. We kissed some more, then got into bed. She took me in her arms and

Shit! Mum’s calling, gotta go.

I lay back on the bed, my mind in a whirl. A long time ago I told Kitty that I was gay, that I preferred women to men. I’m not sure that she appreciated the full import of my revelation at the time. It had to mean more to her, now that she was eleven, though we’d never really talked about it.

Now my daughter was exploring sex with another girl! Despite the fact that I’d done that very thing myself when I was no older than she was, I still felt somewhat uneasy — but at the same time, I couldn’t help but be aroused as well. Until this moment, she’d been an innocent little girl, but now things were different. My daughter was becoming a woman.

I weighed the pros and cons of her involvement with Jaqui. At her tender age, she could easily get her heart broken. On the other hand, it was a relief that she’d fallen for a girl. If a boy got into her knickers, all sorts of disastrous things could happen. A girl couldn’t get her pregnant, and she might learn to love lesbian sex just as much as I did. If she followed in my footsteps, it might all work out.

Well, we’d have to see. I found my way to the next entry.

Oct 5th:
 I’ve decided that I’m in love, really in love for the first time! All those crushes I had on other girls and on Miss Wilson were just kid’s stuff, nothing like this. I absolutely adore Jaqui. Just looking at her makes my legs go weak. She hasn’t actually said he’s in love with me, but I’m sure she will soon.

The other night was awesome!! We admitted to each other that we finger ourselves, no surprise there, and now she knows my biggest secret. She let me watch as she did it but the best bit was when she asked if she could do it to me, and of course I said yes. OMG, her fingers were like fire on my pussy! Then she let me do it to her! We went to sleep curled up like spoons and I woke in the middle of the night with a sore arm, ‘cos Jaqui was sleeping on it. I pulled it out and it woke her. We fingered each other again, but she fell asleep in the middle of it. Never mind, I still love her to bits.

Well, well, my little girl was into lesbian sex. As a parent, I should’ve been concerned, but when I thought about my own explorations at Kitty’s age, I couldn’t blame her. I’d have liked to have been able to confide in my daughter, maybe even give advice to help her through the rough patches she’d undoubtedly encounter. But then she’d know that I’d been reading her diary, and I couldn’t let that happen.

I turned the page and read on.

Oct 6th:
We did it at school! During lunch break we went to the bathroom and both got into one stall. She took her knickers off and squatted on the loo so that her feet couldn’t be seen below the door and she let me run my fingers over her pussy. Then she shoved her hand down the front of my knickers and put her finger into me. It didn’t hurt, ’cos I broke my hymen months ago with the handle of my hairbrush.

It was lovely, but then someone came in and we froze with our fingers in each other, trying not to giggle until she used the toilet and left. Then she did, and we started doing it again, me rubbing her and her rubbing me until we both came.

We kissed some, and then she put her wet finger in my mouth!! I didn’t mind, that was the naughtiest thing of all. I’ve tasted my pussy before, but it’s way better from Jaqui’s fingers!

I put Kitty’s diary on the bed, open and face down, then lay back, my mind in a whirl, my cunt tingling like mad as my mind played the scene out like I was watching a video. Without even thinking about it, I dragged up my dress, put a hand down the front of my knickers and thrust three fingers deep into myself. I hadn’t realised how wet I was.

Every mum thinks her own daughter is beautiful. Obese mums love their little chubbies and buck-toothed mums adore their little Bugs Bunnies, but I know that my daughter is exceptional, a classic English rose — blonde, blue eyed with skin like a peach, a sweet slender body and the first hint of breasts. Still, I’d never thought of her as an object of sexual desire. Up until then, she’d just seemed too young. True, I’d had my own childhood crushes on girls, not to mention that pajama party, but I was an exception. Or was I? How many eleven year olds are into masturbating their classmates? Perhaps there were more than I thought.

As for Jaqui, she had a kind of street urchin look, with short spiky hair seldom combed, an elfin face with freckles that made her look like she’d just performed a minor act of larceny, and a naughty grin revealing gleaming white teeth. Like Kitty, she was months away from puberty, her chest flat as a board and no trace of hair under her arms. There was an air of mischief about her, as if she’d just stolen an apple from your tree even though she had her own orchard. She could’ve quite easily passed for a boy. If I’d met her under any other circumstances, she might have awakened my inner paedophile — but Jaqui was my daughter’s friend, and therefore out of bounds.

I was spread out on the bed, recreating the scenes from Kitty’s diary in my mind, plunging my fingers as deep as they’d go into my dripping cunt, letting the pleasure build. I felt like one of those Hawaiian surfers I’d seen in documentaries — streaking down a colossal wave as it built behind me, curling over until I was in the tube, then having it break, burying me in a blinding white foam of swirling lust, tossing me every which way until I slowly floated back to the surface, gasping for air.

Fuck, I thought to myself, I just came to an image of an eleven year old child, the same age as my own daughter. And I hardly knew the kid! I felt like some kind of pervert.

I withdrew my hand from my knickers, then brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply. The familiar aroma of my sex was comforting, helped to center me. I sucked on my fingers, loving the flavor, wondering if Jaqui tasted the same. And how would Kitty’s taste?

Oh, my God, I thought. Don’t go there, damn it. Get a grip on yourself!

I made a mental note of the date in Kitty’s diary, closed it and carefully placed it back on the floor, exactly as I’d found it. Then I opened the window to dissipate the smell of pussy that pervaded the room. I walked into the bathroom, took my wet knickers off and threw them in the laundry hamper, then went downstairs to pour myself a glass of wine. Deciding to bring the whole bottle along, I plonked myself down on the couch.

I thought about what, if anything, I should do about this growing passion between Kitty and Jaqui. I longed to talk to Kitty and assure her that what she was doing was nothing to be ashamed of… maybe even tell her about the lesbian experiences I’d had at her age. But then she’d know that I’d read her diary. I realised that my hands were tied. I could only let events unfold, and give my darling daughter what support I could.

Setting my glass to one side, I stretched out on the sofa and closed my eyes. Pleasant images of Kitty and Jaqui cavorting naked through a sun-dappled woodland glade drifted through my mind as I slowly nodded off.

*****

Waking to the sound of giggles, I opened my eyes to see Kitty standing in front of me, Jaqui next to her. They were both covering their mouths, trying not to laugh.

“Hi, guys,” I said, lazily stretching my arms. “What time is it?”

“School’s out,” said Kitty, smirking at me. “Where are your knickers, Mum?”

Oh, God, I’d forgotten to replace my wet ones. There I was, sprawled on the couch, legs spread open and my cunt in full view. I snapped my legs shut.

“Sorry, g-girls,” I stammered, feeling my face getting hot. “Um, they were getting sweaty so I ditched them, then I guess I forgot to put on clean ones.”

Now over her amusement, Kitty gave me a puzzled look. “What’s up, Mum? You’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Like what before?”

She rolled her eyes. “Not wear knickers.”

I was about to say something like, It’s just your mum being forgetful… goodness gracious, what difference does it make? Then it struck me that this was a perfect opportunity for what I wanted most of all right then: to talk to my daughter about sex in a frank and honest way.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “You know, sweetheart, you shouldn’t ever feel ashamed of your body. When  you’re at home, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t go without undies if you want to — or be completely naked, for that matter. You’re growing up, so you and I shouldn’t be afraid to be more… open about things.”

“Even sex?” Kitty said, clearly testing the waters.

“Especially sex,” I replied.

“Um, can I be more open about stuff when I’m here?” asked Jaqui.

“Yeah, but don’t tell your mum.” This was perfect, just what I’d hoped for. We were already sharing secrets, involving ourselves in a conspiracy of silence, touching on intimate subjects — what better way to bond with a precocious preteen girl?

“Can Jaqui sleep over?” asked Kitty. “Her mum says it’s okay.”

“By all means,” I said, my pulse picking up as I thought what might happen behind her bedroom door that night.

*****

The following afternoon, I was back in Kitty’s bedroom. Black Beauty was where it belonged, up on the shelf with her other books. I carefully removed it, sat on the bed and thumbed to the page where I’d left off.

Oct. 7th:
Mum’s acting strange. I came home and found her asleep on the couch with no knickers on. Jaqui thought it was pretty funny, and so did I. When Mum woke up, I asked her why, and she said stuff about not being ashamed of our bodies, and that I could talk to her about sex if I wanted. I know she’s a lesbian and I’m cool with that, but she’s never said a lot to me about sex before.

My darling lover Jaqui stayed the night again, and you’ll never believe the stuff we did. Mum let us borrow her laptop and we surfed porn, looking at lesbian stuff. AWESOME! Amazing pictures of naked women licking each other’s pussies and enjoying it a lot! We even saw a whole dirty movie that Jaqui found. It took forever to download, but it was great! Some of the noises the women made sounded totally fake, but I don’t think anyone would do that in front of a camera if they didn’t like it, unless it was just for the money. We watched another video where two girls rubbed their pussies together. Me and Jaqui and we tried to do that ourselves, but it wasn’t as good as what we did after.

What happened, was that Jaqui was sitting on the bed with the laptop in front of her and I was on my knees behind her. I reached round her and ran my hands up the inside of her thighs until I reached her pussy and then I started playing with it, sliding my finger in and then rubbing her little bump at the top. I guess it made her feel all crazy inside, ‘cos then she pushed me over on my back and attacked me with kisses. She was wild, shoving her tongue deep in my mouth and nibbling at my lips.

Then she looked me right in the eyes and said she wanted to lick my pussy like the girls on the internet so I let her. I lay on my back, legs spread out wide and first she just looked at my pussy really close up, then she put her mouth to it and started doing awesome things with her tongue. I was making those loud noises, just like the women in the movie, so maybe that wasn’t fake after all.

I was feeling better and better until I had this huge amazing feeling, a giant thrill that made me shiver all over. It lasted for ten or fifteen seconds, I’m not sure. It was like when I touch myself but a hundred times better. Oh wow, I finally had an orgasm!

When I could talk again I told Jaqui what happened. She asked me to do it to her, and I did. It took a while, but I didn’t mind because lying there with my face between her legs and my mouth on her pussy made me feel so happy. I could have done it to her all night, but pretty soon I made her cum too.

After that we lay together and kissed over and over. I’m SOOO in love! Like they say, head over heels. Oh, Jaqui, my darling, I adore you!

Oh, my God, my daughter had gone from an innocent little girl to an experienced lesbian in just a couple of days! Yes, I admit I got off to an early start myself, though getting from my first kiss to eating pussy took a couple of weeks. But honestly, I wasn’t upset at Kitty. In fact, I couldn’t even think of a good reason to rein her in. The way I saw it, she couldn’t come to any harm in the arms of another girl her own age. Even if she were to be seduced by an older woman, being a lesbian is so much less dangerous than fooling around with boys. I wanted to tell her that I was perfectly okay with what she was doing with Jaqui — but didn’t see how I could without Kitty figuring out that I’d been snooping through her diary.

Reading about my daughter’s first orgasm had got me all hot and bothered again, so I took off my dress and knickers and masturbated right there — sitting on Kitty’s bed, looking at myself in the mirrored closet doors. In my mind, Kitty and Jaqui were watching, an imaginary invisible audience behind the mirror, cheering me on. I spread my legs as wide as they’d go and plunged three fingers deep into my pussy.

If they were Kitty’s fingers, I thought, she could press her thumb into her palm and push her whole hand into me. After all, I’ve been fisted before, and always by girls whose hands were bigger than hers — or Jaqui’s, for that matter. Bet it would feel lovely, too…

Oh my God! Was I actually fantasising about my own daughter fisting me? I was, and weird though it may seem, I didn’t feel a scrap of guilt. Kitty, oh my darling Kitty, I thought to myself, I love you so much. I came like a hand grenade had gone off in my cunt.

Continue on to Part Two

By No One

As Emilia followed Stella to her bedroom, she noticed how the young girl’s top had ridden up to her waist, and eyed that perfect little ass longingly, aching to touch it through those pretty blue panties.

Then, with a surge of excitement, Emilia realized she could do just that — hell, she was already way past the line of what was appropriate, and surely about to get a lot wilder.

Stepping up right behind Stella, she reached out to cup one of the girl’s lovely cheeks and gave it a squeeze. It was nice and firm — just that one touch made her heart skip a beat. Stella loved to swim, and it was clearly doing wonders to keep her butt toned and shapely.

Glancing over her shoulder, Stella flashed a heart-melting smile, one full of mischief. It left Emilia weak at the knees.
She couldn’t wait for them to reach the bedroom. As soon as they rounded a corner into the hallway, Emilia halted Stella with a hand on her arm, pressed her up against the wall and drew the young girl into a long, heated kiss.

“God, you’re so hot,” she whispered afterwards, her voice husky with desire, sounding strange even to her ears.

“Really? You think so?” Stella exclaimed with childlike delight. The way her demeanor kept changing from sexy vixen to exuberant little girl and back again was at once disconcerting… and oddly arousing.

“Yeah, you’re so sexy. Gotta admit, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night,” Emilia said, getting even more turned on by confessing something like that to a girl of eleven.

Stella’s blush managed to make her even cuter, if such a thing was possible. “I thought maybe you were checking me out, but… I kinda figured it was just in my head. Glad I was wrong!”

Stella took Emilia by the hand, and once more began to pull her towards her bedroom, clearly eager to get down to business. Emilia felt just the same, though when they passed by the master bedroom, a slightly different idea popped into her head.

“Hold on a second,” she said, stopping again.

A frowning Stella glanced back at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I was just thinking… you ever done it on your parents’ bed?” It was where she’d be sleeping, after all, though Stella’s parents surely hadn’t expected their daughter to share it with her.

Stella’s eyes widened as she digested Emilia’s question, a slow smile spreading on her lips. “No!” she squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. They grinned at each other, then the younger girl raced into her parents’ room and plopped down on the bed, patting the spot next to her.

Emilia didn’t need to be told twice. She swiftly followed, seating herself close to Stella, then before she could get a word out, the eleven-year-old threw both arms around her, claiming Emilia’s mouth in a messy kiss.

I could get used to doing this kind of thing regularly, Emilia thought, her pulse quickening.

Eager to take things a step further, she extended her tongue, and found Stella’s mouth only too eager to welcome her in.
Tentatively at first, she explored her partner’s mouth, then growing in confidence, she was soon teasing and playing with Stella’s tongue in some sort of sexy duel. She found the experience intensely erotic.

“Mmm,” she purred when their lips finally parted. “You were right, that’s pretty fun.”

“I know, right?” All smiles, Stella lay back on the bed, placing both hands behind her head. She watched Emilia expectantly, leaving her the choice of how to proceed.

Emilia’s eyes drank in the young beauty stretched out before her. Stella’s golden hair was fanned out around her angelic face, her pink top had lifted up to give a tantalizing peek at her belly, those cute blue panties hinted enticingly at the untold pleasures hidden beneath, and her legs were simply to die for.

Emilia hesitated. Spoiled for choice, she had a hard time deciding where to even begin. In the end, her hand shaking ever so slightly, she reached out to caress those lovely legs that she’d been admiring all evening. Up one leg, then down the other. Stella’s skin was silky smooth and a delight to lightly brush with the tips of her fingers.

Emilia let her hand roam up to Stella’s velvet-soft inner thigh, making the girl squirm in anticipation. Though she desperately wanted to go just a little higher and touch the treasure that those little panties were concealing, she decided to pace herself. Let’s save that part for last, she decided.

Instead, she turned her eyes to Stella’s exposed tummy. Leaning over, Emilia deposited a soft kiss on the cute belly button, then a few more around it, and finally a quick lick for good measure, making her partner giggle.

It was intoxicating to be so close to Stella, inhaling the nice, soapy smell of her skin, even getting a taste of her on the tongue. She longed to touch, to kiss, to love every bit of this little siren’s body.

Some parts more than others, of course. Taking the hem of the pink tank top between two fingers, she slowly lifted it, making a show of peeking underneath.

Stella grinned at her antics. “I can take it off if you want.” Sitting up, she began to do just that, but hesitated at chest-level. “Um, my boobs are real small, though,” she warned, a hint of insecurity in her voice.

“That’s fine, sweetie. I bet you’re just beautiful,” Emilia said, her eyes fixed on Stella’s skin as it was revealed.

Reassured, Stella finished pulling off the garment in one quick motion, then bravely presented herself for Emilia’s inspection. She had the cutest little bumps, topped by slightly puffy nipples. No need for a bra just yet, but the girl would probably require one before long.

Emilia stared for a moment, overwhelmed by how sexy and alluring this topless little girl was. “Well, look at that, I was right,” she finally said, with a wink. “You are beautiful.”

“Um, thanks,” Stella replied — blushing, but clearly pleased.

Suddenly drawn forward by an urge beyond her control, Emilia found herself mere inches from Stella’s tempting chest. Gazing up into the girl’s eyes, she flicked her tongue over a nipple, watching as Stella gasped in response.

“Sensitive, huh?” Emilia asked, pleased with the reaction.

“I… I guess so.” Stella seemed surprised. Emilia wondered if that was the first time she’d experienced that feeling.

Taking the nipple into her mouth, Emilia took a moment to gently suck on it, then moved to the other breast, tracing circles around its areola with her tongue.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Stella murmured.

Straightening herself, Emilia smiled at the girl. God, she was so sexy in just her panties. Wrapping her arms around Stella, she pulled her in for a deep and passionate kiss. She let her hands roam over her young partner’s body as their tongues tangled, one drifting down the girl’s back to grab at her ass, the other caressing her budding breasts. Stella moaned her appreciation into Emilia’s mouth.

After a long moment, they had to take a breather, both of them panting as they eyed each other. “Can I see yours too, now?” Stella suddenly asked, looking pointedly at Emilia’s chest.

“Oh, um, sure. I guess that’s only fair.” Emilia grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and off over her head. Reaching behind to unhook her bra, she hesitated briefly, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. It seemed silly — it wasn’t like she had anything to envy Stella for in that department — but still, it was the first time she’d be undressing in front of a lover.  After a shaky chuckle, she fought off the nervousness, undid the hooks, and let the bra slide down her arms.

“Woooow,” Stella exclaimed, wide eyes fixed on Emilia’s bare tits.

“Thanks, um, I think,” Emilia said, laughing. In her view, there was nothing too special about her modest B-cups, but Stella’s reaction was making her feel like a busty top model for the first time in her life. And maybe the last, she told herself, but what the hell, it’s pretty flattering.

Her heart rose in her throat when she saw Stella reach out to touch, but the girl seemed to change her mind midway, letting her hand fall back. Disappointed, Emilia was about to assure her that touching was just fine, but she soon realized that her partner had another idea in mind.

Stella leaned in, just as Emilia had done earlier, until her face was level with one breast. Looking up with a playful glance, she slowly extended her tongue, then flicked it around Emilia’s nipple.

“Ah!” Though she’d been fully expecting the contact, Emilia couldn’t help gasping at the electric sensation of it — like an erotic bolt of lightning going straight down to her already-soaked pussy, driving her wild with desire.

Grinning at the reaction, Stella continued to tease the rapidly hardening nipple with her tongue, pausing to exclaim, “Oh, it’s getting all stiff!”

“Mmm-hmm. That means you’re — ah! — doing a wonderful job.” Stella switched sides to give her other breast some love as well, and Emilia moaned, “God, this feels good.”

“Told you!” Stella pulled back a little, then, with a lecherous smile on her lips, cupped Emilia’s breasts with both hands, fondling them to her heart’s content. “Wow, your boobs are so great.”

Emilia let out a happy sigh, loving how Stella’s hands felt on her sensitive flesh. “Glad you like ‘em. They sure like you right now,” she said, winking.

She was trying her best to seem relaxed, but the truth was that Emilia had never known such intense excitement. If things already feel this great, what’ll it be like when we actually get to —

“Hey, let’s get all naked!” Stella suddenly said, apparently thinking the exact same thing. Without waiting for a reply, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, then kicked them to the floor. Now completely nude, the girl sat back, one leg straight, the other folded under her, giving a perfect view of her sex — maybe it was simple immodesty, but the look in Stella’s eyes suggested she knew exactly what she was doing.

Emilia stared at the little girl’s pussy, perfectly smooth, perfectly formed like a little peach, perfectly sexy and inviting. She swallowed, her mouth already watering at the wicked possibilities going through her mind.

“Your turn,” Stella reminded her with an arched eyebrow.

“Oh, right.” Emilia gave herself a shake and got to her feet. She took her time undoing her shorts, all the while enjoying Stella’s look of rapt attention. Then, turning her back to the girl, she slowly pulled down her shorts, bending over to get them to her feet, in what she hoped was an appropriately sexy striptease.

Glancing over her shoulder, she was satisfied to see the naked desire in Stella’s eyes. The sight of lust on such an angelic face served only to fuel her own hunger even further. She gave her ass a little shake, hoping to excite the girl even more.

Truth be told, teasing Stella was only one reason she’d turned around. The other was that she’d been certain there would be an embarrassingly large damp spot on the front of her panties and, looking down at herself now, she saw that her arousal was indeed quite evident.

The soiled panties quickly followed her shorts to the floor. Then, not quite sure how to do a very sexy reveal, Emilia simply turned around to face Stella again. “Ta-da!” she announced with a self-conscious titter.

Stella’s eyes roamed over Emilia’s body, a wide grin illuminating her face. Clearly, she had enjoyed the little show.

“Um, sorry, I’d have shaved down there if I’d known we were gonna be, uh… you know,” Emilia said, suddenly feeling a little insecure as she sat back down next to the smooth and sexy young girl. Though no one else had ever seen the results until now, she sometimes shaved off her pubes just in case, or when she wanted to feel sexy. It had been a while since the last time, but thankfully she wasn’t all that hairy anyhow.

“Oh, no! I like your hair,” Stella assured Emilia — a novelty for her, maybe? In any case, the younger girl’s eyes were now intent on Emilia’s bush. As if hypnotized, she reached out for it, then paused just a few inches short, looking up with a question in her eyes.

Heart hammering, Emilia gave a quick nod. Things were getting intense, and fast.

She felt Stella’s fingers brush through her pubic hair — light as a feather at first, nearly driving her mad with anticipation. Then the young girl pushed deeper, cupping Emilia’s sex. She slipped a finger between her slick folds, then quickly added another.

“Ah! Oh God!” Emilia cried out as she felt the intimate touch of a lover for the first time. Little wet noises as the fingers moved up and down her slit left no doubt as to how turned on she was. Stella didn’t comment — her knowing smile said it all.

Emilia couldn’t believe how great this was. How did Stella’s fingers somehow feel so much better than her own? She stared wonderingly at the little girl, this innocent-looking angel who was busy fucking her.

Stella looked so sexy and gorgeous, nibbling her lower lip as she concentrated on her erotic task. Emilia wanted to please the girl as well, and she reached out for a tentative squeeze of her ass, a pinch of a nipple — but it was too difficult to focus through the haze of her own bliss.

In fact, she was surprised to feel a familiar tension building up inside her. God, am I getting close already? This had to be some sort of record. At that moment, though, Stella’s fingers slowed, and the feeling melted away.

Emilia gave the girl a look of desperation. “Please don’t stop, sweetie,” she begged.

Stella offered a sheepish smile. “Oh, sorry. Just, um… is it okay if I… put a finger, um, inside?”

Emilia very much liked the sound of that. “Oh. Yeah, of course! Please do.”

The smile turned into a naughty grin. “Cool! Stacy was kinda scared to try that.”

Emilia was only too happy to let the young girl carry out her fingering fantasy. She gasped when Stella’s index finger entered, carefully at first, then slowly began to probe her. Extending her arms behind her for support, she began to push back against her partner’s hand. Soon they had a pleasurable rhythm going.

Stella’s brow was furrowed as she focused on the task, but she still seemed to be pleased with this new experience. After a moment, evidently feeling adventurous, the girl inserted a second finger, much to Emilia’s delight. Those fingers felt amazing inside her vagina, but when Stella also pressed a thumb to her clit…

“Oh God, yes! Fuck!” Emilia cried out. Then, realizing she’d let slip an F-word, she clamped a hand over her mouth — though Stella only gave her an amused look. It was a pretty silly thing to worry about when they actually were fucking.

The intensity of Emilia’s pleasure quickly chased away her embarrassment. In fact, she was having trouble keeping herself upright, so she lay back, supported only by her elbows so she could keep watching Stella. The sight of the young girl pistoning two fingers into her sex was driving Emilia wild, the dam of her built-up ecstasy about to crack and burst. “Yes, yes, sweetie, yes! You’re g-gonna… make me… aaaah!”

Her head rolled back as a mighty orgasm overwhelmed her. She gave voice to her pleasure in hoarse cries while her body thrashed near-uncontrollably. Her bliss went on and on, longer than she’d ever thought possible, her every nerve on fire.

Finally, her body went limp, and she lay motionless, panting hard, her mind unable to fully process the pure joy she’d just experienced. She sensed Stella’s motion, felt the girl stretch out next to her.

“Did you get off? Was it a nice one?” the girl asked, her innocent voice at odds with what she was asking.

“Oh my God…” Emilia mumbled, still trying to catch her breath. “You’re… really good at that…” She’d never come that hard, not ever. Opening her eyes to gaze at her underage lover, Emilia gave the girl a weary smile. Stella grinned back, looking very proud of herself.

Taken by a sudden wave of lust, Emilia wrapped both arms around the girl’s neck and drew her in for a grateful kiss that quickly grew heated. “Now, I believe it’s your turn,” she said afterwards, gently rolling Stella onto her back.

Their lips met again while Emilia let her hands wander all over the girl’s body, reveling in the warmth and softness of her skin. Her fingers brushed lightly against Stella’s breasts, her belly, her thighs — every touch leaving little goosebumps in its wake.

“That tickles,” Stella said, giggling. “But… in a nice way.”

Emilia smiled as she continued to caress her young partner. She had dreamed of being with another girl for so long, and thus far the experience more than lived up to her lofty expectations. Simply touching Stella was making her heart flutter again, but there was a certain special spot on the girl’s body that Emilia ached to explore more than any other.

Gazing into Stella’s eyes, she let a finger trail lightly across the girl’s sex, tracing the outlines of her lips. She got a cute little gasp in response, which only made Emilia want to give Stella more of the same. She did just that, the tip of her finger slowly brushing up and down the cleft of her little lover’s slit.

Though she enjoyed taking her time, savoring every detail, an impatient whimper from her partner made it clear that Stella was ready to be taken to the next level. Still holding the girl’s gaze, Emilia pressed in with her finger, slipping between Stella’s pussy lips and discovering with delight that the little minx was just as wet as she’d been herself.

“Mmmm,” Stella purred, music to Emilia’s ears.

It was thrilling to watch those mesmerizing eyes glaze over in pleasure as Emilia began to rub Stella’s little treasure in earnest. Soon, impassioned moans were escaping the young girl’s lips. Wow, this is so hot! Emilia thought. She was rapidly coming to the conclusion that giving pleasure was every bit as great as getting it.

Wanting more of her lover’s delicious body, Emilia lowered her mouth to Stella’s stiffened nipples — sucking on one, then the other, then teasing them with her tongue. Judging by the tremors racing through the girl’s slight frame, Emilia was doing an excellent job of pleasuring her.

After a moment, glancing down to where her hand was still busy between Stella’s legs, Emilia decided that there was another, better use for her tongue. Her mouth was already watering at the thought. “Hey, Stella…” she began as her fingers slowed in their movements.

“Hmm?” Stella, eyes closed, her lips pursed in annoyance at the interruption.

“I wanna try… the tongue thing, alright?”

“Oh!” Stella raised herself on her elbows to gape at Emilia. “Really? O-okay.” She seemed both excited and a little apprehensive.

Emilia flashed a reassuring smile, then began to kiss her way down the girl’s body, her heart pounding faster the closer she got to her goal. Stella was already squirming in anticipation, but Emilia just had to pause for an instant to admire that perfect little pussy up close. From this intimate distance, she could see there actually was just a hint of golden down starting to grow on the child’s vulva. It was a sight that thrilled her to the core.

She inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of arousal, then deposited a soft kiss on Stella’s sex. Then another, and another, encouraged by the gasps that the girl let out each time Emilia’s lips touched her pussy.

When Stella began to thrust her hips forward, Emilia decided to let the girl have what she wanted. She slipped her tongue between her partner’s nether lips, letting it trail the length of the slit, relishing her first taste of another girl. The flavor didn’t seem all that different from her own, which she’d sampled many times while imagining a situation just like this one — but the source made it seem all the more luscious.

While it was true that Emilia lacked hands-on experience when it came to sex, she did have a very good idea of what to do thanks to rather extensive internet “research.” In fact, an erotic story she’d once read had mentioned that tracing the alphabet with the tongue was a good technique to try at first, so she set out to do just that.

“Ooooh! Oh my God, that feels soooo good,” Stella gushed, apparently enjoying the whole set of letters, though unsurprisingly showing some preference for those that brushed her clitoris. Capital T’s were a big hit.

Stella’s breathing was getting short, her cries growing progressively louder. Determined to make her little lover’s orgasm a memorable one, Emilia began focusing more on Stella’s pleasure bud, rapidly flicking her tongue over it, increasingly eager to hear the girl scream in ecstasy.

“Ah! Emmi, yes!” Stella cried out.

Emilia smiled when she felt her partner’s fingers tangling and tightening in her hair, and decided that she could really get used to having a pretty girl shout out her name in the throes of pleasure. Knowing Stella was getting close to her release, she kept licking that sweet pussy for all she was worth, even though her jaw was starting to ache a little.

It only took a few more seconds before a great spasm shook Stella’s body, then wordless, blissful cries escaped her lips as her thighs clamped around Emilia’s head.

Unfazed, perhaps even excited to have her face trapped against a lover’s sex, Emilia didn’t relent in her tongue action, striving to give Stella the greatest orgasm possible. Finally, the girl’s moans faded and her body went limp.

Licking her lips, Emilia crawled up and stretched out next to Stella, watching her slowly recover her breath. She was very pleased with herself, having given this little angel what looked like one hell of a climax. “Not bad for a beginner, huh?” she said, placing a kiss on Stella’s shoulder.

The girl laughed. “Yeah! Oh my God, it’s amazing with the tongue!” she exclaimed, snuggling up against Emilia.

“I thought you might like that.” Emilia rolled onto her back, pulling Stella’s bare body on top of hers.

“It, um… it wasn’t gross, though, was it?” Stella nervously glanced at Emilia.

“No, sweetie. Actually, you’re delicious.” Emilia winked, then snapped her teeth together, pretending to take a bite out of Stella’s nose. She’d definitely loved it, her first time going down on a girl.

Stella giggled, then laid her head down on Emilia’s chest, their legs in an affectionate tangle. She seemed to be resting peacefully.

Emilia pondered what had just happened. She had a hard time believing that an ordinary night of babysitting had turned into this unbelievable experience. I just had sex, she thought, wondering if she should feel more grown-up somehow. With an eleven-year-old, she reminded herself. There was still some residual guilt about that in the back of her mind, but it wasn’t as heavy a weight as she might have expected. The sex had been incredible, and Stella had obviously enjoyed it as much as she did. Should she really feel bad about it?

Maybe she’d feel differently about it later, when she wasn’t dazed from lovemaking. For the moment, though, Emilia had to admit she was still turned on. Eating Stella’s pussy had excited her immensely, and now she was becoming keenly aware of the young girl’s body pressed against hers, especially Stella’s thigh, which was resting against her sex. Squirming a little, Emilia wondered if her new lover had the energy for some more fun.

As if on cue, Stella lifted her head, a knowing look in her eyes. This little girl was dangerously perceptive. With a playful smile at the corner of her mouth, she allowed a hand to slowly trail across Emilia’s ribs up to one breast, then casually toyed with the nipple until it stood rigid at attention. “More?” she asked, all sweet innocence.

“God, please,” Emilia breathed, renewed desire creeping into her voice.

Looking satisfied with that answer, Stella lowered her mouth to Emilia’s other nipple, taking it between her lips to gently suckle. Soon, it was just as stiff as the other one. Then Stella took some time alternating between Emilia’s breasts, pleasuring one, then the other.

Emilia ran her fingers through Stella’s lovely golden hair, enjoying the delicious sensations the girl’s tongue was giving her. She could feel her pussy getting wet all over again — Stella certainly knew how to get a girl worked up!

“Ooooh!” she squealed when she felt her lover’s thigh press harder against her slick sex. It was hardly an accident — an instant later, Stella repositioned herself so that her thigh was firmly wedged between Emilia’s legs. She began to move her hips in a steady rhythm, thrusting forward and putting an exquisite pressure on Emilia’s pussy — surely getting her leg wet with love juice in the process.

After a moment, Emilia noticed Stella’s breath starting to accelerate as well, then felt a warm wetness on her own thigh. She realized that the girl was humping her at the same time, giving herself the same pleasure that Emilia was enjoying.

Their eyes met and they exchanged quick grins as Emilia began pushing back, the two of them falling into an increasingly brisk tempo. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of panting and wet slapping noises.

Suddenly, the young girl paused in mid-motion. “Hold on!” she gasped, “I’ll… I’ll show you another way — it’s even better!” Dismounting, Stella knelt between Emilia’s legs instead, pushing them apart, then leaned forward until she was nearly lying on top of Emilia, supported by her elbows. Now their sexes were brushing against each other.

Emilia gasped when Stella pushed down with her hips, grinding their pussies together. Quickly getting the idea, she spread her legs even further, then began to thrust back against her lover. She’d seen this kind of thing done in sex videos before, though not quite in this position. “Mmm, this is nice,” she murmured.

Stella nodded, her eyes already half-closed and glazed over. She’d obviously tried this before, her hips churning in a steady rhythm that soon had them both whimpering.

Emilia let her hands roam over her lover’s back, slowly caressing their way down to Stella’s tight little ass. She cupped it with both hands, pulling the young girl against her even harder, mashing their slits together. It felt intensely sensual to have sex this way, their pussies sharing the most intimate kiss, the juices mingling.

Frustratingly, though, as exciting as the position was, Emilia was feeling her pleasure leveling off. It felt good, but she suspected this wouldn’t be quite enough to get her off. She wasn’t quite getting the friction  on her clit that she craved, and squirming around in an attempt to improve her position proved to be increasingly awkward.

Stella certainly didn’t seem to have that problem. She was rolling her hips with obvious intent, grunting with pleasure at each push against Emilia’s sex. She clearly knew exactly what she was doing — lots of practice with Stacy, maybe? — and looked to be well on her way to a nice climax.

Emilia watched the young girl exerting herself. Stella’s hair was sticking to her face with sweat, her breath was ragged, her eyes shut tight and her mouth slack — and somehow, she’d never seemed so beautiful. It was amazing to observe this little angel in the throes of passion, pleasure written on her lovely face.

“Oooh! Yeah, c-come for me, sweetie!” Emilia gasped.

It didn’t take long at all before Stella did just that. She let out a quick blissful cry and pushed herself down hard against Emilia, then her body went rigid, her mouth wide open in a long, silent moan. She was even more beautiful mid-orgasm, if such a thing was possible, despite her face being twisted in a grimace of ecstasy.

Emilia felt her own excitement surge, and her pleasure peak, but not quite enough to join her partner in release. When Stella finally went limp and collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, Emilia wrapped both arms around the girl in a tight hug, kissing her hair and inhaling the sweaty-but-sexy scent of her skin.

They spent a while lying together while Stella recovered — it was a good thing the young girl didn’t weigh much. Emilia enjoyed the closeness of their embrace, though she still needed relief from her own sexual tension.

“Mmm, that was good,” Stella said when she could speak again, a big satisfied smile on her lips as she looked up at Emilia. “Oh! But you didn’t get one, right?” she realized after an instant, pushing herself up with some effort.

Emilia had to chuckle at the girl’s reaction. “That’s okay, sweetie, take your time,” she said, feigning patience she didn’t really feel.

Stella’s gaze shifted from Emilia’s face to her sex, then back again. “Do you, um… do you want me to do it with my tongue?”

Emilia’s breath caught in her throat. In fact, there was nothing she desired more in the world. “Well, you don’t have to, if you don’t feel like it,” she made herself say, “but if you want to give a try, I’m sure I’d love that.”

She watched the young girl hesitate for a moment, fervently hoping she was feeling up for a new experience. Then with a shy smile, Stella slowly knelt down between her legs, taking a moment to inspect Emilia’s pussy up close.

Simply feeling Stella’s breath on her intimacy was enough to turn Emilia’s arousal up to eleven. She jumped a little when Stella used two fingers to spread her nether lips, the contact electric. “It’s beautiful,” the girl murmured, fascinated.

Stella’s tongue darted out for a quick lick, then the girl paused to sample the nectar. Emilia whimpered, desperate for more. Oh God, please don’t stop!

Apparently satisfied with the taste, Stella extended her tongue again to leisurely explore the folds of Emilia’s sex, taking time to probe and poke at every spot, though favoring the engorged clit, much to Emilia’s delight.

Raising herself up on her elbows, Emilia stared, mouth agape, at this angelic face between her legs, doing such a wonderful job of licking her pussy. Though she didn’t exactly have the experience to make comparisons, she deemed Stella to be a natural at oral sex. Holy fucking shit, this is amazing, she thought, but allowed herself only a restrained groan, struggling to avoid swearing out loud.

Pausing her delicious tongue movements for a moment, Stella looked up and said, “You can say dirty words if you want.”

Emilia raised an eyebrow, wondering if the girl might be some kind of Jedi mind reader. “Yeah, okay, I guess it doesn’t matter at this point,” she conceded. “But please don’t stop, it feels so fucking good.”

Stella grinned widely, then went right back to her task, her tongue rapidly flicking up and down Emilia’s slit, sending heavenly sensations through her core.

“Oh my God, yes! Sweetie, that feels incredible!” She wouldn’t be able to last very long at this rate, especially since Stella seemed to redouble her efforts when Emilia cried out. That was fine, though — at this point she was more than ready for a mind-shattering orgasm.

A loud cry forced its way past her lips when Stella’s tongue circled her clit. “Ah! Fuck! Yes, Stella, right there. Please!”

Stella didn’t need to be persuaded. Concentrating all her attention on Emilia’s pearl, she very soon pushed her over the edge.

Ecstasy flooded Emilia. She quickly lost all sense of awareness, except for the unbelievable pleasure that spread in waves through her, again and again. Her previous orgasm had been surprisingly strong, but this one was undeniably the best of her life.

As the overwhelming sensations faded and Emilia slowly became aware of her surroundings again, she felt Stella slip into her arms.
“You’re right, that was yummy,” the girl said, giggling — and very pleased with herself.

“It felt real ‘yummy’ for me, too… My God…” Emilia breathed. Though still feeling weak, she drew Stella close for a brief kiss, tasting herself on her young lover’s lips.

Stella rested her head on Emilia’s chest, sighing contentedly. Emilia gently caressed her back, hoping the girl was feeling as sated as she did. In fact, she couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed, and a warm sensation between her thighs felt like the faint afterglow of the intense fire from earlier.

Sex was really amazing, she reflected. Even with a little girl. Especially with a little girl, maybe? She still wasn’t entirely certain of her feelings on the matter, but that analysis could definitely wait until later. For now, Emilia was entirely at peace with herself, a lot more hopeful about her life, and happy just to hold Stella in her arms.

Her eyelids were heavy, her mind growing cloudy. The only hint of worry that remained was about how much trouble she’d be in if anyone ever knew what had happened today — what might very well continue to happen, if she was being honest. After all, it had been all too easy to guess the secrets of Stella’s sexuality earlier…

“Hey, sweetie…” she murmured.

“Hmm?” Stella sounded as sleepy as Emilia felt.

“Remember, no telling. And… you have a terrible poker face, by the way. We’ll have to work on that before your parents come home.”

The girl chuckled. “‘Kay,” she said, hugging Emilia tighter.

Figuring that they were both exhausted, Emilia reached out to turn off the lamp on the bedside table. Who knew that the secret of getting kids to bed early was to give them a couple of good orgasms?

Remembering their original plans for the evening, Emilia had to smile. So much for watching the whole Trilogy, she thought just before drifting off to sleep.

The End