Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2005 }

The book was open on Julie’s lap as she sat in the living room, but her eyes were not on the book. As a matter of fact, the last two pages she had read had not even been retained. There was a distraction, a distraction in the form of a girl, the girl she was watching for the summer. And watching she was. And it aroused her, and it disturbed her. How could she be attracted to a girl so much younger than herself? It was one thing to be attracted to girls, to have had lesbian experiences, and to have fantasies and desires, but to be seventeen and feel desire for an eleven-year-old girl, that was another.

Outside, in the bright sun, young Amanda and her friend Jenny were in their bathing suits, running back and forth, jumping over the lawn sprinkler. Julie was seated at the end of the couch, right by the window, and all she had to do was turn her head to see the two girls cavorting there in the front yard. Julie, herself, was wearing an oversized t-shirt and baggy pants. She wore glasses and her auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was fair-skinned and there was not even a hint of a tan on her creamy complexion. But Amanda, such a shapely young thing, was tanned dark, her brown hair long and wild and sun-streaked. She was the beautiful little girl that Julie, in her own mind, had never been. She was also a child, something that Julie had to keep reminding herself, for Julie herself had been robbed of her childhood fairly early on.

It would not have been so difficult for Julie to fend off these desires if Amanda had not been flirting with her so much. At least, that was the way it seemed to Julie. The flirting was subtle in nature, nothing overt, which made it all the more confusing, and Julie had to wonder if she was imagining it all.

The activity stopped in the front yard and Julie looked down at her book, went back two pages, and began to read again. But then the front door opened and Amanda came in, and she stood by the door in her bikini, smiling at her teenage sitter as she dried herself up and down. Julie tried to avert her gaze from the perfect beauty of the little girl’s body. She felt a tingle down below as she watched Amanda rub the towel between her silky smooth thighs.

“Have fun?” Julie asked her.

“Oh, yeah,” Amanda replied. “It felt so good.”

“I’ll bet. Should I make some lunch? Tuna sandwiches?”

“Sure. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Amanda disappeared into the back of the house. Julie went to the kitchen and found the tuna with no problem, opened a couple of cans and got out the mayo. She mixed the tuna with the mayo in a bowl and made four sandwiches, adding dill pickles to the ones intended for Amanda and putting them on a separate plate. She sat at the kitchen table and began to eat. Time passed as she waited for Amanda to join her.

“Amanda?” she called, but there was no response. She got up from the kitchen table and walked to the back of the house, approaching Amanda’s bedroom door. The door was slightly ajar, open to a small crack. “Amanda?” she asked softly. She heard a soft whimper and she pressed her fingers to the door, pushing it open. Her eyes widened there in the doorway, she felt her heart pound and she gasped.

There, sprawled out on her back, atop the beach towel on the bed, completely naked and looking up into Julie’s eyes, Amanda was openly masturbating. There was nothing subtle about this. Her legs were spread wide, tensed, the toes pointed, and her fingers were rubbing at her pussy. Unmistakable, unbelievable but unmistakable. And Julie could do nothing but stand and stare.

“Hi,” Amanda said. “I just wanted to…”

Julie backed away, closing the door and pressing against the opposing wall. She gathered herself and hurried to the bathroom. She took off her glasses, ran water in the sink and splashed her face with it. She looked up into the mirror and saw herself trembling. She dried her face, put her glasses back on, and left the bathroom. She walked past Amanda’s bedroom door and went to the living room. She sat down on the couch and curled up in the corner of it. She heard Amanda’s door open and she looked up.

The eleven-year-old was wrapped in her beach towel. She walked slowly toward Julie. She stopped a few feet in front of her and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Julie.”

“Don’t be sorry. You just should have closed your door all the way, and locked it.”

“But I wanted you to see. I thought you might… like it.”

“Why?”

“Because I heard that you like girls.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“I can’t tell you that. Is it true?”

Julie hesitated. She bit the nails on her left hand and stared down at the floor. The floor held no answers. She looked back up and saw a smile spread across the younger girl’s lips.

“Yes, it’s true. But I don’t know why you would want me to watch you… watch you…”

“Play with myself?” Amanda watched as Julie nodded and she looked down at the floor, perhaps seeking answers there herself. “Because I thought you might want to touch me. I wanted you to touch me. Me and Jenny touch each other sometimes, but she doesn’t like to touch in… you know… private places. But I thought that you…”

Amanda stepped forward, right up to the edge of the couch, and dropped the towel. Julie looked away, but the child’s gentle hand caressed her cheek and eased her face forward. Julie looked up. She could not believe what was happening.

“You’re just a little girl.”

“No. I’m a big girl.”

Julie closed her eyes, feeling Amanda’s fingers stroke her cheek, and then felt the girl take her hand and felt it being pressed against the smooth pussy mound. The fingers that had guided her hand there left it there and returned to Julie’s cheek. And Julie opened her eyes, looking up into Amanda’s blue eyes. As if guided by an unseen force, Julie’s hand began to caress the beautiful little girl’s pussy. Her fingers brushed against the hood of the clit and she felt and saw Amanda tremble.

“Do you want to go to my mom’s room?” Amanda asked softly.

She took Julie’s hand and the teenager got up and was led to the back of the house, into the big bedroom at the end of the hall, and it was there that Amanda asked her if she wanted to get undressed.

“Do you want me to?” Julie asked.

“Yes, but only if you want to.”

Julie looked down into Amanda’s face. She was so relaxed, this young girl, and her eyes had such a soft expression. There was a tender smile that made Julie feel warm inside. She did not say anything. There was nothing to say. It was a case of either undressing or not undressing. She took off her glasses and set them on the top of an old dresser. She turned to Amanda and took off her t-shirt, then her baggy pants. She slipped her arms out of the bra-straps and twisted it around, baring her large, round breasts, and unfastened the bra, allowing it to fall. Then she slipped her panties down and stepped out of them.

“Why don’t you let your hair down?” Amanda asked.

Julie reached around to the back of her head and loosened her hair from the band. She let her full auburn hair fall around her shoulders and then she stood there and let Amanda look her up and down. Julie was a big girl, shapely and filled out just right. Her skin was fair, but creamy and smooth, without a blemish.

Amanda’s expression became even more tender. She stepped right up to Julie and reached out, grasping her arms, guiding the older girl back towards the bed. Julie sat and spread her legs to accommodate Amanda, who pressed herself against the teenager.

Julie embraced Amanda’s petite body, kissing the smooth flesh of her young chest. It was then that Amanda took Julie’s face in her hands and leaned down, pressing her lips to Julie’s mouth. It was a sweet kiss, turning from timid to bold, from uncertain to passionate. And with a steadiness that betrayed her feelings about right and wrong, Julie relaxed completely.

“Make love to me,” Amanda said.

The world seemed to be spinning about them as Julie kissed the girl again, then swept her off the floor and onto the bed. She once again felt as if she was being guided by an unseen force, but it was her mouth that moved against Amanda’s mouth, then against her neck and her shoulders. They were her hands that caressed the girl, caressed her up and down and held her as Julie moved on top of the girl, her breasts falling against Amanda’s small, barely noticeable buds. She moved down, kissing those buds and sucking on the small nipples. And Amanda began to breathe heavy. The wonderful, smooth, sun-bronzed tummy felt good against her lips as she moved even further down, and she spread the shapely legs further apart as she got closer and closer to Amanda’s warmest place.

As soon as she lay eyes on the girl’s beautiful pink petals, seeing the moisture that beaded on them, Julie felt herself become very aroused, and she lowered her mouth to Amanda’s pussy with great care. She did as Amanda had said. She made love to her. With tongue and lips she explored the sweet little pussy, taking delight in every movement, every soft whimper or moan that expressed Amanda’s growing pleasure. She took her time, relishing every moment, and when she did focus directly on the girl’s clitoris, she did so gently and slowly, seeking just the right way to make it feel the best for the little girl.

She found it. Flattening her tongue against the swollen clit, she wiggled it back and forth and Amanda moaned loud, as if to say, “That’s it, right there, like that,” and Julie stayed right there, at first slow and easy, then faster and harder. Amanda’s body was moving rhythmically, her hips beginning to grind, and then she tensed, holding her breath, and Julie listened and held on, eager with anticipation. The girl exhaled, not quite there, but she put her fingers in Julie’s hair, and held her head there, and then took in another great breath. Her body tensed, then seized, and a cry emitted from her mouth as her legs came together, holding Julie’s head in a hot vice grip as her body rose off the bed. The orgasm was so intense that Julie could not believe it, and it sent chills down her spine to hear Amanda’s animal-like cries.

When finally Amanda lay back, relaxed on the bed, panting, Julie lifted up and moved up alongside the beautiful girl and smiled at her.

“Th-that was… incredible…” Amanda said breathlessly. “I’ve never had one like that.”

Julie’s own pussy was very wet and she wanted so much to touch it, but she was hesitant. This had all been directed by Amanda so far, nearly everything that had happened, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“What do you want to do now?” Julie asked, after listening to Amanda catch her breath.

“I want to make love to you.”

“To me?”

“Yes.”

Julie lay back and Amanda climbed on top of her, kissing her on the mouth, the cheek, the neck, her movements just a bit awkward, and Julie stroked her hair.

“Take it easy, sweetie,” she whispered. “Just pretend I am you, and do it just the way you would want it.”

Amanda took a breath and relaxed, and the awkwardness seemed to leave her. Her kisses and caresses were more certain, more fluid, and their warmth and moisture found their way to Julie’s breasts. It was here that Amanda stopped and looked up, painting Julie’s face with her eyes, as if to ask what to do with them. Julie placed Amanda’s hands on the full, round globes of flesh.

“Just squeeze them softly,” Julie whispered,”and then lick and suck on my nipples.”

Amanda did as she said, and it was here that the returning awkwardness actually added to the girl’s touch, giving it a gentleness that Julie had never before felt from another human being.

“Do you like my breasts?”

“Yes. They’re so big and round.”

Amanda suckled on the nipples as they got hard between her lips. Her teeth grazed them gently and the sensation was wonderful. Julie didn’t say another thing to Amanda for a long while. Amanda stayed with the breasts for a long time, admiring them with every touch, and when she moved down, kissing Julie’s tummy, her fingers remained to play with Julie’s nipples a bit longer, as if drawn to them.

When Amanda came to the small bush of reddish hair at the base of Julie’s belly, she looked up, but Julie was not looking down at her, and she just had to go by instinct. She spread the lips of the older girl’s pussy, much bigger than her own, and lowered her mouth to lick it. She knew where to lick. She knew where the clit was, and found it with her tongue. The pussy was so wet that the teenager’s juices coated the little girl’s chin.

For Julie, it did not take long. She was so aroused already that Amanda’s licking took her to the top almost immediately. She tried to hold off, but the girl’s tongue was relentless, and she came, her moans filling the room as she bucked against Amanda’s mouth, grabbing the back of the girl’s head rather roughly. When the sensations subsided, she relaxed and looked down at Amanda tenderly.

“Sorry,” she said. “It just felt so good.”

“Really?” the girl grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes. You ate my pussy just right.”

Julie took her time to relax, and when Amanda was lying beside her once again, they turned face to face, fondling and touching each other for a long time. With Amanda sucking on her nipples, Julie reached between those silky thighs and played with that sweet hairless pussy until the girl lay on her back, very aroused. And this time Julie was right there, looking into Amanda’s face when the orgasm came. The look on the girl’s face was radiant. The furrow of her eyebrows, the flush of her cheeks, the way her lips parted and formed a perfect “o” as she moaned. It was not quite as intense, but then it didn’t have to be. It was right for the moment.

After a few moments, when Julie thought they were done, Amanda stood up and reached for the lower drawer of her mother’s dresser. She opened the drawer and pulled out a box which she set on the bed and opened. Inside the box were two vibrators and a dildo. Julie smiled at Amanda and Amanda smiled back.

“Someone’s been nosy,” Julie said.

“Wanna play with them?”

The two girls lay side by side, each with a humming vibrator, and rubbed them on their pussies. They were very close together and could look into each other’s eyes as they played. Both girls grew excited, but it was Amanda, who was inexperienced with such things, that came first, gripping the vibrator between her thighs as she seized up and cried out in ecstasy. Then she lay on her side, watching Julie intently.

“Amanda?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna fuck me?”

“What?” Amanda gasped, her eyes large with surprise. “How?”

“Put that other thing inside me and pump it in and out.”

Amanda grabbed the dildo and looked at it. She grinned. “Is a dick really this big?”

“Some. Some are even bigger.”

Amanda took hold of the shaft and pointed the head at Julie’s pussy, pressing at it. Julie reached down, taking it for a moment, and guiding it into her own vagina. It was a tight fit, the dildo felt huge, but it felt good.

“Now, just slowly in and out.”

Amanda did as she was told, guiding the rubbery dong in and out of her teenage sitter’s wet pussy. Julie smiled, pressing the head of the vibrator against her clit and putting her arm around Amanda, drawing her close. Amanda began suckling on the nearest nipple as she fucked Julie with the dildo, and with Julie’s knee between her thighs, riding up against her pussy, she began to grind her hips against it.

The room filled with a rush of breeze as the girls lay breathing heavily, moving in unison as lips sucked nipple, pussy rubbed against leg, and hand guided dildo in and out. And the sweat and juices flowed and Julie’s moans grew stronger. And Amanda rested her head on Julie’s shoulder, looking up at at the older girl’s face, feeling her own pleasure mounting along with Julie’s.

“Oh, god,” Julie gasped, tightening every muscle. “Faster, go…oh,” and she exploded, crying out loud and strong as the orgasm lifted her off the bed. Amanda watched Julie’s face, glistening with sweat, contort and turn from side to side, and Amanda went over the edge right then and there, gripping Julie’s thigh between hers and wriggling, moaning with her mouth against Julie’s breast. As they came together, their bodies entwined, it did not seem to matter how old they were, who was older and who was the child, for both were feeling the same pleasure, and when it was over, they stayed that way for a time, the toys discarded but their affection remaining.

“We’d better clean up soon,” Julie said, “Your mom will be home in an hour or so.”

“Is it that late?” Amanda looked at the clock and sighed. She smiled.

“Time does pass quickly when you’re having fun. But let’s just stay here a while longer.”

Amanda leaned over Julie and they kissed.

“We should do this again real soon,” Julie said.

“Yeah,” Amanda said, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Julie smiled, “Yes, definitely tomorrow.”

The End

by callmeQ67

Melinda Lunsford willed herself to focus as she waited for the serve, gripping her racquet with both hands. Down 5-4 in the third set, Melinda had just evened the game at deuce.

Come on, God damn it, she said to herself. Just two more points and we’re five-all.

Melinda was expecting the serve to come down the middle to her backhand side, but her opponent fooled her by swinging it out wide to her forehand. She lunged and got her racket on the ball, just managing to block it weakly crosscourt. Melinda’s fleet-footed adversary was there at the net, easily punching away a volley winner.

Brooke grinned at her across the net.

“Match point,” she gloated.

Melinda and Brooke played weekly at the Westchester Country Club tennis courts, but in all their previous matches nothing more than a round of drinks was riding on the outcome. Melinda, a starter on her college tennis team, won most of the time. Brooke was taller, fitter and stronger than Melinda, but usually she lacked the blonde’s finesse.

Which was why Melinda had allowed herself to make such an ill-considered bet. Brooke had been after Melinda to share her new thirteen-year-old fuck toy, but Melinda was reluctant. She’d only introduced Courtney to the pleasures of girl-girl sex two weeks earlier, and she wasn’t yet ready to give up her exclusive relationship.

“I’ll tell you what,” Brooke had said. “If I win our match tomorrow, you have to share the little doll with me.”

“Fat fucking chance,” Melinda replied. “What are you going to give me when I win?”

Brooke thought for a moment. “If you win, I’ll be your slave for a week.”

Like Melinda, Brooke had a dominant personality. The idea of the lovely, headstrong brunette taking orders from her was too enticing to pass up.

“Deal,” she’d said.

Now, on the brink of defeat, the bet was looking like a huge mistake. Brooke was playing the match of her life.

I can still win this, Melinda told herself as she took her position in the ad court, but her confidence had wilted. When Brooke’s service ace kissed the line to end the match, Melinda could only shake her head in disgust.

An hour later, after showering and driving to Melinda’s house, the two women sipped cold drinks as they waited for young Courtney to arrive. Similar in age and personality, the women were very different physically. Melinda was a fair skinned, blue-eyed blonde with very feminine curves, while Brooke had short, dark brown hair and a lean, almost muscular physique. Her small breasts needed no bra, and her olive skin tanned easily.

“Look,” Melinda was saying, “I know we had an agreement, but she’s such a sweet little thing, I feel like a dirty pimp handing her over to you.”

“What are you afraid of? Do you think I’ll turn her into a butch little dyke?”

“Well, yeah. Courtney is such a girly girl, and I love that about her. I’d hate to see her start swearing and spitting like a truck driver.”

“Unfair,” said Brooke. “I’m not crude like that, and you know it.”

“All the same, I’d rather be there the first time you two… ”

“You want to do her together?” Brooke asked. She had already begun to imagine the possibilities.

* * *

Courtney was in a hurry. She peddled hard, her long chestnut ponytail swaying behind her. She was glad for the cooling breeze as she began to get overheated from the sun and the exertion.

Over the previous two weeks, Courtney had established something of a routine. She rode her bike to Melinda’s house every afternoon, and the older woman tutored her in the myriad ways two women can give each other pleasure. Courtney was an excellent student.

When she arrived, the teenager was surprised to find another guest at Melinda’s house. For an instant, Courtney thought the tall, dark figure was a man, but a look at her smooth, pretty face soon dispelled that notion. The stranger’s eyes seemed to drink her in, from her sneakers and ankle socks, up her smooth legs to her silky nylon soccer shorts, and on to her ribbed cotton tank top. They paused at her braless breasts, then finally moved up to her face.

The examination left Courtney feeling a bit uneasy as she was introduced. Brooke, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, shook her hand with a powerful grip. She towered over Courtney. The teen was just five feet tall, and Brooke was nearly six. Practically eye level with the woman’s nipples, Courtney couldn’t help noticing they were poking through the material of her shirt. More unsettling, though, was the woman’s stare. She felt the way a lamb must feel when it senses the presence of the wolf.

“Have a seat, Courtney,” said Melinda. “Let me get you something to drink. Brooke and I are having vodka tonics. Would you like to try one?”

Courtney brightened. Melinda didn’t usually offer her alcohol.

“Yes, please.”

After a bit of chat about school and sports, and after downing half her drink, Courtney was feeling much more relaxed. Maybe Brook wasn’t so scary after all. With her close-cropped hair she had an appealing boyish quality and looked very young, though she told Courtney she was thirty-four.

But when Brooke said, “Melinda’s told me so much about you,” the teen was instantly on her guard.

“She… She has?” Courtney glanced at Melinda, who looked miserable.

“Yes,” Brooke went on. “She says you’re so sweet and thoughtful, and very willing to learn.”

“Um… Yeah,” mumbled Courtney.

“And,” said Brooke, looking straight into the girl’s innocent young face, “she says you’re the best little pussy licker she’s ever met.”

Courtney felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. She couldn’t believe that her lover had told this woman her most intimate secret. Courtney herself had told no one, not even her neighbor and best friend, Kristen.

She stood up feeling stunned and betrayed, wishing she could disappear. Looking towards Melinda for support, she found none. Her mentor was staring pointedly in the other direction.

Sensing Courtney was about to bolt for the door, Brooke stood up too, gripping the girl’s arms firmly.

“Please, don’t be upset,” she said. “Melinda didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Courtney looked down at her shoes.

“I know she’s your first lover and you really care about her, but it’s a big world out there. You’re going to have many more lovers as you grow up, so maybe it’s time for you to expand your horizons.”

“Wha… What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m sure Melinda is a good teacher, but everyone makes love a little differently. Maybe there are some things I could teach you as well.”

“I don’t know.”

“Look at me, gorgeous,” said Brooke, raising the girl’s chin.

Courtney appeared to be on the verge of tears as she looked up into Brooke’s penetrating eyes.

“We’re going to make you feel things you’ve never even imagined.”

The word “we” set off a tiny warning alarm, but when Brooke began to nibble her bare shoulder and neck, Courtney’s brain wouldn’t process the signal.

“Give me a little kiss, okay?” said Brooke.

The tall woman’s kiss was so soft and tender that Courtney’s fear was pushed to the background. When Brooke wrapped those strong arms around her and squeezed, Courtney felt she was falling into an abyss. It was like the feeling she got when going over the top of that first big hill on a roller coaster.

When Brooke kissed her again, she let the older woman’s tongue slide into her mouth, wanting it. She kissed back, and Brooke sucked on her tongue, setting off sparks than ran through her nervous system. Courtney was bent backwards and she clung to the older woman’s neck to keep from falling.

As their searing kiss went on and on, with Brooke’s hands squeezing her juicy round butt, Courtney felt the need building inside her, like a fever that started in her loins and spread its warmth all over her body.

When Brooke finally ended the kiss, Courtney was fairly panting with adolescent desire. Her knees felt weak and her pussy throbbed. Her mouth was open, lips wet with saliva. Part of her still wanted to run away, but a flame had been lit inside her and it threatened to ignite a bonfire.

Brooke slowly reached out to touch the tips of Courtney’s breasts. The young teen sighed when Brooke’s thumbs stroked her rock hard nipples, then moaned deep in her throat when she pinched them.

“Jesus, Courtney,” said Brooke. “Your tits are amazing. I’ve gotta see ‘em.”

Taking Courtney’s shirt by the hem, she pulled it up roughly. The thirteen-year-old brunette raised her arms submissively. When the teen’s upturned breasts came into view, Brooke could only whisper in awe.

“Oh my God,” she said. “They’re so beautiful.”

Courtney felt a kind of ache spread out from her nipples.

Courtney’s boobs had only begun to sprout a year or so earlier, but she’d already outgrown her B-cup bras, and filled a C nicely. Her tits were now in that state of early teen perfection to which the laws of gravity seem not to apply. They stuck out from her small frame in the most tantalizing way, without a hint of sag. With puffy, bubble-gum-pink aureoles, the creamy cupcakes were themselves set off by the dark tan of the rest of her skin.

Falling to her knees, Brooke gazed at the teen titties reverently. She hesitated to touch them, for fear of spoiling their sublime perfection.

The longer she waited, the more the ache in Courtney’s nipples seemed to grow. At last, looking down at the older woman, the girl took Brooke’s hands and placed them on her nascent teenage breasts.

At first Brooke handled them gently, like fragile treasures. She ran her fingers around their perimeters, along the perfect curve at the bottom, and finally to the sensitive nipples. But as her forceful personality reasserted itself, the randy lesbian began to squeeze harder, watching her fingers sink into the pliable flesh. When she twisted the fat pink mushroom caps she was encouraged by Courtney’s whimper of pleasure. She sucked the tip of one breast into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth, and Courtney’s fingers twined through her short hair.

Releasing Courtney’s nipple, Brooke looked up at the girl as she allowed drool to fall from her open mouth onto the child’s breast. The little teenager gasped when the woman’s tongue spread saliva over her jutting white-and-pink flesh cones, then blew on her skin. They both watched the nipples crinkle under the cool air.

“Turn around,” said the older woman suddenly, her hands at the girl’s waist.

Courtney now faced Melinda, who stared at her young lover with glazed eyes, one hand between her legs. The buxom blonde had to admit that it was arousing to watch little Courtney being seduced by her friend. The young teen, clad only in her soccer shorts and sneakers, stood with her head thrown back as Brooke caressed her tits from behind.

“Look at these fucking tits, Melinda,” Brooke said. “Thirteen years old, and they’re twice the size of mine already.”

Melinda could only nod and stare.

“Let’s get these off,” said Brooke, finally taking her hands away from Courtney’s spectacular breasts. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of the girl’s shorts, she lowered them slowly, careful not to take the panties down too.

Courtney didn’t own any underwear that she considered ‘sexy’. Most of her panties were similar to the ones she wore now, patterned cotton bikinis. These were blue with little yellow smiley faces on them.

Brooke thought they were perfect. Their childish innocence only served to accentuate Courtney’s youth and inexperience.

While Courtney stepped out of her soccer shorts, Brooke feasted her eyes on the girl’s round butt. She squeezed the firm cheeks with both hands, then gathered the material of her panties in one fist and pulled it up tight to reveal the flawless teen globes. The usually invisible peach fuzz covering her smooth rump glowed in the afternoon sun.

“Oh fuck, that’s gorgeous,” Brooke said, in awe.

She gently sank her teeth into Courtney’s right cheek, while the teenager looked back over her shoulder and giggled.

Melinda’s hand was busy under the hem of her dress as she watched her friend, still fully dressed in trousers and shirt, worshipping her teen lover’s ass.

As Melinda looked on, Brooke eased Courtney’s panties down. The scent of aroused teen pussy filled Brooke’s nostrils. With the cotton stretched between the teenager’s knees, Brooke lowered her face to the damp material. “Mmmmm,” she mumbled, licking Courtney’s sweet cream from the gusset of her panties. Brooke sucked up every trace of teen pussy juice before taking Courtney’s panties the rest of the way down.

“Bend over, Courtney,” Brooke ordered. “Spread your legs.”

The teenager opened her legs wide and bent at the waist. Sunlight glistened on the child’s slick labia.

“Touch the floor,” said Brooke, and with the suppleness of youth, Courtney bent until her palms were flat on the hardwood.

Melinda groaned with lust as she watched her young lover, clad only in her sneakers, wantonly display herself to her butch friend.

“I love your pussy lips,” said Brooke.

For such a young girl, Courtney had remarkably thick, curled inner lips that protruded beyond her plump outer lips. Until recently she’d been embarrassed by her unusual genitalia, but Melinda clearly loved them and now it seemed Brooke did too. The folds clung together, and as the older lesbian stroked them with the tip of a finger, the lavish lips parted, connected only by thin strands of sticky girl cream. The teen squealed when Brooke used her tongue to open them further, lapping up the sauce.

While Brooke probed deep for more juice, the soft underside of her tongue teased the girl’s clit. Gripping Courtney’s thighs, the dark-haired lesbian explored every part of the girl’s vulva with her mouth.

Melinda could clearly hear the obscene slurping noises as Brooke sucked the teenager’s juicy cunt. Melinda herself was close to orgasm, the fingers of one hand inside her panties and her other hand squeezing her heavy breasts.

Courtney’s whimpering cries were almost pathetic with undisguised need as the tall lesbian slurped her gooey pussy. Her legs grew increasingly unsteady until she thought she might pitch forward onto the floor at any moment.

Brooke must have sensed it too, because she stood and led the child to a sofa. She placed the girl with her legs spread wide and her butt resting on the very edge of the cushion. It was her first front view of Courtney’s pussy and she paused to relish it.

The teen’s plump mound had a thin covering of dark curls, with finer hair trailing down each side of her sopping gash. Brooke squeezed Courtney’s pussy lips together, causing her erect clit to pop out.

“Mmmmm, that’s a nice fat one,” said the girl’s ravisher.

“Uhhnnnnnn,” whined the teenager pitifully as Brooke ignored her clit again to suck the juicy pink labes.

The dominant lesbian wanted Courtney’s first orgasm from her to be one she wouldn’t soon forget. She spread the child’s folds, pinning them back with her thumbs.

“They’re like butterfly wings,” she said, before she slowly worked a finger inside.

Courtney winced in pain and alarm as the thin membrane blocking her vagina stretched.

“Oh my,” Brooke said, “a real live virgin.”

She withdrew her finger but her mind was filled with unwholesome possibilities. Deciding it was time at last to let the girl cum, she placed her mouth over the top of Courtney’s needy puss and sucked, her tongue massaging the girl’s engorged clit.

With a high-pitched squeal Courtney began to twitch like she’d had an electric shock. Her trembling legs shot up in a wide ‘V’ as she mauled her perfect titties, her round childish face contorted with ecstasy.

Brooke kept up her oral assault until the girl couldn’t take any more, then eased off, letting her down slowly. Courtney pulled her knees up to her chest, one hand covering her sensitive cootchie as the spasms ran through her body.

Brooke, her mouth wet with Courtney’s girl juice, looked over at Melinda. Judging by the look on her face, her blonde friend had just cum too.

“Girl,” said Brooke, “you weren’t exaggerating. She is so sweet I want to lick her for hours. Come on, let’s take her up to your bedroom.”

With that, the athletic brunette scooped up the teenager in her arms as if she were a baby. Courtney shrieked as she was lifted into the air, wrapping her arms around Brooke’s neck.

“Bedtime, sweetie,” said Brooke, making the teen giggle like a baby girl.

Melinda picked up her drink, knocked it back in one toss, and followed Brooke up the stairs.

When she got to her room, Melinda found Courtney on the bed watching Brooke strip. She paused in the doorway.

Brooke unbuttoned her white dress shirt and pulled it off. Her small breasts were the classic ‘champagne glass’ shape, with brownish nipples no bigger than dimes.

The teenage girl stared at them. Courtney’s mouth fell open when Brooke dropped her trousers.

She was wearing men’s briefs. Her tall, lean body had no extra fat and her smooth skin was evenly browned by the sun. The boy shorts emphasized her narrow hips. Her body was a provocative mix of masculine and feminine.

Little Courtney couldn’t take her eyes away, but when the girl reached out for her, Brooke grabbed her hands.

“Not just yet,” she said. “I haven’t finished with you.”

She pushed Courtney flat on her back and pinned her arms over her head. As Brooke sucked one of the fat pink nipples, Melinda pulled her dress off and joined her butch friend and teen lover on the bed.

Courtney groaned as both her nipples were sucked at the same time.

“I can’t get enough of these tits,” said Brooke.

“Mmm, hmm,” answered Melinda, her mouth full.

“Do you want to eat her first, or shall I?” asked Brooke.

“Let me,” said her friend. “I got so hot watching the two of you downstairs.” Melinda began licking her way down Courtney’s body.

“Wait,” said Brooke. “Lie on your back. Courtney, sit on her face.”

The headstrong lesbian positioned the teenager on her knees facing the wall as Melinda stretched out on the bed, her head between the girl’s legs. The blonde was treated to an enticing sight. As Courtney’s thighs parted, her precociously developed labia hung down just above the older woman’s waiting mouth. The sight and smell of aroused pubescent pussy was intoxicating.

Courtney gasped and gripped the headboard as Melinda began to gently lick her swollen labia.

“Are you sore, baby?” she asked. “Was Mrs. Leslie too rough with you?”

“Um … not too much,” said the girl.

“Don’t worry,” said Melinda between licks. “Momma will make it all better.”

While the shapely blonde tenderly ate the little girl’s juicy cunt, Brooke was toying with the pretty teenager’s upturned breasts. She turned Courtney’s face to hers and they kissed. So many sensations ran through the adolescent’s body at once. Even though she’d had a mind-bending cum only ten minutes before, the stirring built quickly in her loins once again. Without being aware that she was doing it, Courtney began to rock her hips, rubbing her dripping cunt in Melinda’s face. She moaned into Brooke’s mouth as their tongues swirled together.

Breaking off their kiss, Brooke squeezed Courtney’s plump round ass with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other.

“Is she doing a good job?” asked the mannish brunette. “Do you like the way she licks your pussy?”

“Oh! Yes!” Courtney said, her hips moving in a steady rhythm.

“Are you Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy?” asked Brooke.

When she didn’t answer, Melinda pushed the girl’s crotch away from her face. Courtney whined in frustration.

“Say it,” ordered Brooke. “Say, ‘I’m Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy.’”

“Please!” said the girl.

“Look at me, Courtney,” said Brooke. “Remember earlier I told you we would make you feel things you never even imagined?”

“Y … yes!”

“All you have to do is say the words. You’re a good girl, aren’t you Courtney? You like to make people happy, don’t you?”

The thirteen-year-old moaned with need. “Yes,” she said in a squeaky voice.

“Then tell her,” said Brooke harshly. “Tell Mrs. Lunsford what you are.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, then: “I’m your little fuck toy, Mrs. Lunsford! Please …”

Melinda began to suck her labia again and Courtney groaned with relief.

“You’re such a good little girl,” said Brooke. “Now you get your reward.” She pushed Courtney”s head down until it was on the pillows, then swung herself around until she was straddling Melinda’s prone body. Brooke stretched out her long frame on top of her friend so they lay face to face, their panty-covered pubic mounds rubbing together, her hard nipples pressed into Melinda’s soft breasts.

“Let’s share,” she said, and as Melinda nibbled the teenager’s clit, Brooke pushed her own face between the child’s round ass cheeks and began to spear Courtney’s sopping fuck hole with her tongue.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Courtney repeated mindlessly. What Brooke had said was true. She had never imagined anything could feel like this.

The butch lesbian drank the sweet juice that flowed from the teen girl’s cunt. She drooled over Courtney’s pink slit, and the mixture of saliva and fuck sauce ran into Melinda’s greedy mouth and onto her face. Licking up from the teenager’s wet vulva, Brooke’s tongue slid over Courtney’s puckered asshole.

“Oh fuck,” cried the girl.

“You like that, do you?” said Brooke. Courtney didn’t answer, but squealed when Brooke licked her ass again.

“Yes you do,” said Brooke, smiling. “Courtney, honey, I want you to spread your butt open with your hands.”

The teen cutie didn’t need to be told twice. With her face pressed into the pillows, Courtney reached behind her with both hands and spread the round unblemished cheeks of her ass.

“That’s so pretty,” said Brooke, admiring the girl’s delicate pink rosebud.

Sucking up a mouthful of juice from the girl’s soaking quim, the dark-haired dyke drooled it onto the girl’s puckered butthole. Her tongue began doing laps around the tiny orifice as Courtney sighed with pleasure.

Wetting it first in the teenie’s juicy cunt, Brooke pressed the tip of a finger into Courtney’s tight little anus.

“Uhnnn,” grunted the teenager.

By twisting it slowly like a corkscrew Brooke was able to work her finger in up the second knuckle. She began fucking the girl’s ass. With each thrust of Brooke’s finger Courtney made the cutest little whimper, grinding her pussy faster now on Melinda’s face.

“Oh God,” said Courtney a minute later. “I’m gonna cum.”

Brooke withdrew her finger and replaced it with her tongue. With Courtney’s asshole a little stretched from the finger fucking, Brooke was able to slide the tip of her tongue inside the girl’s tight sphincter.

When Melinda sucked Courtney’s stiff clit into her mouth, the teenager threw her head back and wailed. Her hips no longer moved in rhythm but shook violently. The feeling of one tongue on her clit and another in her ass was indescribable. Back arched, she grabbed the headboard and screamed again as waves of ecstatic joy carried her into orbit. When she finally drifted back to earth, little Courtney rolled onto her side weak and trembling.

Melinda and Brooke still lay face to face. Brooke grinned. “We make a pretty good team,” she said.

“Not bad, I guess.”

Brooke kissed her fem blonde friend. “Mmm,” she said. “You taste like Courtney.”

“So do you,” said Melinda. “Like her ass, that is.” They laughed and kissed some more.

“Enough,” said Brooke after a minute. “I need to get off now.” Dragging Courtney by the arms, she positioned the girl on her back so that her head lay at the very corner of the mattress. The brunette teen watched Brooke peel down her cotton briefs. Her pussy was covered in thick black curls and Courtney thought it looked beautiful. Standing with her back to the bed, she spread her legs wide and straddled the young teen’s head, lowering her crotch to the pretty teen’s face.

“Eat my fucking cunt,” she said.

Courtney had learned a lot from Melinda in the previous two weeks, and used all her skills to please this new lover. And she liked it. Courtney was discovering that she liked being told what to do. She had never heard the terms ‘domination’ and ‘submission’ used in a sexual context; she only knew that it excited her beyond measure when Brooke ordered her around like a slave. It made no sense to her how something so humiliating could cause her pussy to throb with need.

She only realized that she was rubbing her own pussy when Melinda took her hand away and began to lick it once again. When Brooke came, which didn’t take long, Courtney’s scream was drowned out by the wet, hairy pussy covering her mouth. The thirteen-year-old cutie couldn’t have put it into words, or wanted to, but she was getting off more from having her mouth used to please one woman than she was by the licking mouth of the other.

Later, after eating Melinda to orgasm as well, all three cuddled together on the bed. Courtney needed to ask something but wasn’t quite sure how.

“Mrs. Leslie?” she began hesitantly.

“Yes honey?” said Brooke.

“Um … a little while ago you told me I had to say something.”

“What? Oh, I told you to call yourself Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy. Is that what you’re talking about?”

Courtney blushed prettily.

“Yeah…” said the teenager, her eyes downcast. “So… can I be your little fuck toy too?”

Continue on to Chapter 4

 

By Jessica Brockham

Heart racing, I said, “Hi, Sandie. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in, I was in the bathroom. You’re home early; is everything okay?” I was doing my best to appear calm.

“You tell me!” was her response, a fire in her eyes. “I come home, find you’re upstairs, and your knickers on the floor down here!” as she picked them up and waved them at me.

“Oh,” I said, “I took them off because I was so hot. Sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

“I honestly don’t know whether to be angry, disappointed or jealous, Naomi. Has this happened before?” she asked, looking very serious.

“H-has what happened before?” I ask.

“Look Naomi, stop treating me like a fool!” she shouted at me, “I came home early because Zoe got called out and, when I came in, you weren’t around. So, I decided to check on Laura, and what do you think I saw then?”

Sitting beside her now on the settee, my eyes downcast, I mumbled, “What?”

“Stop playing games with me, Naomi!” she hissed. “As I got to her bedroom door I could hear noises, and when I looked I saw you and my eleven-year-old daughter naked on her bed and having sex! That’s what I saw, and I think you know it!” She was shouting.

“Oh God,” I said, “I — I think I had better go home.” I was shaking like a leaf as I reached for my knickers, now knowing that Sandra had caught us together. I’d never been so frightened.

She barred my way. “Oh no you don’t, my girl, I want an explanation! I know she can be quite precocious, and that she’s becoming aware of her own body, but for Christ’s sake, Naomi, she’s only eleven! How could you do this to me?” she wanted to know.

“I — I — I don’t really have an excuse,” I stammered, “It just sort of happened.”

“And has it happened before?” she wanted to know.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Is she still a virgin?” she asked.

“No,” I said, and went on to explain about her recent sleepover with Mia, and what happened when they were playing with Sandra’s dildo.

“Oh my God! And you never thought to tell me this? You just took advantage of her innocence and seduced her, is that it?” Sandra said.

“No! Look Sandie, I’m afraid neither Laura nor Mia are as innocent as you might think they are. And I didn’t ‘take advantage’ at all, what happened was as much Laura’s doing as it was mine!” I said, “Although I admit that, as the adult, I should have known better. But she’s so lovely, Sandra! I got carried away.”

There followed, what can only be called a ‘pregnant pause,’ with neither of us really knowing what to say. I knew that I had been found out by Laura’s mum, and decided to keep quiet. Sandra, for her part, was trying to come to terms with it all, and didn’t know what else to say. My greatest fear was that she might go to the police, and that I would also be banned from her house and would only ever see Laura again over the garden fence; that is, if they didn’t lock me up as a dyke child molester!

“God, I need a drink,” she suddenly said, and stormed into the kitchen, returning with two glasses and a bottle of brandy.

Totally astounded that she hadn’t physically thrown me out, but had now offered me a drink instead, I softly said, “Thanks,” as she sat down again.

“I suppose I’m disappointed that she couldn’t confide in me,” she said, “and tell me that she likes girls too. It’s my own fault, I’ve always been open with her and I think she knows I’m a lesbian. She’s had to grow up fast since her dad and me divorced, but I’ve always seen her as my little girl.”

“I wish I had told you that she had confided in me about her liking for other girls, Sandie, then at least this might all have been open and above board, and we could have talked about it,” I said.

With an unbelieving chuckle, she said, “I really don’t know who I’m more jealous of… you, or Laura. Both of you, I suppose.”

“You’re jealous of me? Why?” I asked.

“Okay, Naomi… it’s time for a little honesty, I guess. You don’t know what it’s like being a single mum to an eleven-year-old, and being a lesbian too. I’ve watched my little girl growing up and have had some naughty thoughts about her, at least since she was six years old. Now her body’s developing and my thoughts have gotten even naughtier. It sounds crazy, I know, but I have wanted her for ages now …..sexually, I mean, and I know that’s supposed to be wrong. So, that’s why I’m jealous of you,” she confessed.

“Oh,” was all I could think of to say, remembering the day they moved in and we got chatting and became friends, and my disappointment when Sandra started going out with Zoe. If I’m honest with myself, I was jealous about that; maybe that’s why I let things happen with Laura.

“Now do you understand why I was so angry when I came in tonight? I felt that you had taken away what I’ve wanted to have with Laura for such a long time now,” she said.

“Yes, I think I can understand now. But you have to know that she loves you, Sandie, and she will always be your little girl, whether you have sex with her or not,” I said, “But why did you say that you’re jealous of Laura?”

Giving an embarrassed laugh, she said, “Because when we moved in here, I was thrilled to find that you live alone next door, and I’ve had even naughtier dreams about you and me in bed together. Then I met Zoe and all that seemed to change.”

I was quite stunned by this revelation, knowing that I had probably had exactly the same dreams as Sandie when she moved in here, then I gave an embarrassed laugh, as I said, “I don’t think you know how jealous I was when you started going out with Zoe. Now I really do wish that we had talked about all this before; who knows where it might have led us?”

Now smiling, she said, “I still think it was very wicked of you to seduce my daughter though; especially since it’s something I wanted to do. Not to mention the fact that I fancied you right from day one.”

“We both have a lot to think about now,” I said, smiling, “I’d better put my knickers back on and go home. I’m sorry I made you angry, Sandie, but I’m pleased we had this talk. I do hope we can remain friends. I would miss you both so much if we fell out over this.” With that, I picked up my knickers and slipped them on, with Sandie watching my every move.

“I don’t want our friendship to end either,” she said. “Will you do one thing for me though?”

I nodded and said, “Of course, just name it.”

“Stay the night?” she said, totally throwing me off balance. Twenty minutes ago she was all but telling me to go, and never to darken her door again. “Please, Naomi?”

It was then that Laura came in, all smiles, and said, “I’m glad you haven’t fallen out with Naomi, Mum, she’s my friend too.”

We looked at each other, burst out laughing, and Sandie said, “Have you been listening, young lady?”

“I heard you shouting at Naomi, and came down to find out what was wrong, Mum, and I heard it all… I’m sorry,” she said.

Then we had a group hug and told Laura that everything was fine again, then we told her that I was staying the night — and sleeping with her mum.

She just smiled and said, “That is soooo cool!” With kisses all round, she took herself off to bed saying, “See you in the morning, Mum and… uh, other Mum. I guess.” We just looked at one another and started laughing again.

And so it was that Sandra and I ended up in bed together. We finished our drinks, then having seen that Laura had settled down to sleep, we headed for Sandie’s bedroom, where we shared our first kiss as soon as we had pushed the door closed. I felt her tongue search for mine, and I responded in kind.

Giggling, Sandie said, “You needn’t have put your knickers on after all.”

Smiling at her and stroking her left breast, I said, “Well, you can always take them off for me.”

With that, we resumed kissing, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we slowly undressed one another. Slipping my dress over my head, Sandie told me that I have lovely tits, and immediately took my right nipple into her mouth, sucking avidly.

I had unbuttoned her blouse, and now slipped it off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor and reaching for the clasp of her bra, freeing her own gorgeous tits. She is quite a bit bigger than me, I’m only a 34B, but Sandie is a 36C, and seeing her wonderful hard nipples with their large aureoles caused me to groan softly.

By this time, we were holding one another close and kissing again; Sandie’s hands were inside my knickers, stroking and squeezing my bum, and I unzipped her skirt and let it drop over her hips. She pushed me back onto the bed and lay down beside me, kissing my neck and shoulders, while stroking my tummy.

Oh, that delicious tingly feeling came over me again as I raked my fingers down her back and rolled her beneath me. She wrapped her legs round my waist, and I could feel her heat through her knickers as I grasped her bum cheeks, and her mouth went to my neck, causing me to hiss ‘Oh yes,’ as she started licking and kissing me there.

Pushing her legs down and lying between her thighs, I slowly kissed and licked my way to her lovely hard nipples, taking each in turn and sucking it between my lips, while my tongue teased them with little flicks. Working lower, I covered her tummy and belly in tiny kisses and licks until I reached the waistband of her knickers, then went on to kiss her vulva through them, all the while breathing in her heady, sexy aroma.

Sitting back on my heels, I drew her knickers down as she lifted her legs so that I could take them off, seeing for the first time her gorgeous cunt, with just a triangle of closely cropped hair pointing to the top of her slit.

My heart was beating hard, my tummy was trembling and my hands were shaking a bit, as I parted her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs, hearing her moan as my mouth got closer to her delicious cunt. Slowly licking and sucking her wet lips, I heard Sandie say, “Oh fuck Naomi, you have no idea how many dreams I’ve had about you doing this to me,” as she wrapped her fingers in my hair and lifted her hips.

My tongue soon found the entry to her vagina, and I rolled it around inside her, as my right thumb teased the top of her clit hood. Sandie locked my head between her thighs and tugged at my hair, as I moved my mouth hungrily to her clit and sucked that lovely hard nub into my mouth as I slipped two fingers into her very wet cunt and thrust in and out.

Sandie just kept saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over, until I felt her legs quiver and saw her tummy tremble as she thrust her hips toward me and reached the peak of her orgasm. I covered her vagina with my mouth, tasting her nectar as it flowed from her.

I kissed and licked my way back to her neck, pausing only to suck her delicious hard nipples. With our mouths once more locked together and our tongues mingling, our legs entwined and our hands seeking every part of each other’s bodies, we eventually lay side by side, letting our breathing return to normal.

“Now it’s my turn; I have waited oh so long for this moment, Naomi,” she said, then grinned. “Do I taste as good as Laura?”

“More mature,” I said smiling, “but just as sweet as your daughter.”

With that, parted my thighs, immediately plunging her face between them and sucking my clit. Hungrily, she sucked and licked my cunt, and finger fucked me to an enormous orgasm; and still she didn’t stop, making me have multiple orgasms as she made my juices flow. I was tugging at her short blonde hair all the while, and I remember saying “Oh fuck Sandie, yes, don’t stop,” as she made me come time after time.

God, it’s a long while since anyone has made me come like that, and I kept thrusting my hips upward, pushing my wet cunt against her mouth as her tongue teased my clit and plunged into my vagina.

Having sated herself at my spring, she came and sat on my face, saying, “Just be my slut for a while and make me come again.”

Which I willingly did, watching Sandie tweak her hard nipples and rub her tits as she filled my mouth once again with her sweet nectar, before leaning forward into a ’69’ with me as we slowly brought one another to a further sweet climax together. God, I thought, we are so good together.

Having licked each other clean, we lay kissing and stroking each other, when Sandie suddenly leant on her elbows and said,

“Oh my God, Naomi, that was wonderful. Somehow I just knew you would taste as nice as that, and I hate the fact that we waited all this time, and that it took an argument to get us in bed together.”

“Me too,” I said, “but what about Zoe?”

“Oh, I think Zoe is very much in the past now; that is, if you want us to go on seeing each other, and I hope you do,” she said.

“It would make me deliriously happy if we could be a family together — you, me and Laura. What do you think?” I replied.

“Maybe we should talk to Laura about that in the morning; I know it’s what I want,” said Sandra, grinning at me.

With that, we curled in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep as I told Sandie that I loved her and Laura. She cuddled me tighter and said that she felt the same way.

And that’s how we spent our first night together; drifting into sleep, only to awaken kissing and stroking each other. We made love twice more that first night, and were exhausted but very happy when Laura came into the bedroom the following morning and said, “Is there room for one more in this bed?” and grinned.

Laughing at her cheek, we both said “Yes,” and with that she climbed in between us, saying “I love you,” to both of us, before she pretended to be shocked and noticed that both her mum and me were still naked.

“Ah, well,” she said, “I don’t want to be the odd one out here,” and sat up to take off her nightie before lying down between us again.

I leant over and kissed her on the mouth, which I think at first surprised Sandra, who said, “And what about your mum?” and smiled at her.

Laura pulled Sandra to her and kissed her mother, very sensuously.

“Oh, my darling little girl,” Sandra said, “you kiss beautifully.”

“Make love to me, Mummy,” Laura said, “I heard you telling Naomi that you wanted to. Pretty please?”

With that, Sandra kissed her again and parted her thighs, going down to lick and kiss her daughter’s bare cunt for the first time, as I rolled over and started sucking Laura’s lovely, hard little nipples. The three of us gave out soft moans, until Laura’s mum brought her child to a shuddering orgasm and licked her juices into her mouth, and Laura groaned with the pleasure of her mummy making her come, while her grownup lover was sucking her nipples and kissing her.

In the aftermath of that first sexual encounter with her daughter, Sandie said to Laura, “How would you like it if we three became a family together, honey? Either Naomi moves in here, or we move in with Naomi, but we will all be together, and we can all make love. How would you like that, baby?”

“Yes!” was Laura’s reply — which said it all, really.

That’s how we came to be a family. Now, Sandie and I have a gorgeous, sexy daughter, and we’re all very happy together.

The End

By Kathy-Anne Niemann

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2008 }

Carrie Newton signed her name to the piece of paper and folded it. She slipped it in the envelope and sealed it with a little heart sticker, just as the bell rang.

Her heart jumped up into her throat as the class stood up to leave. Carrie stood up as well, hiding the envelope behind her back, putting on her stentorian teacher’s voice. “Don’t forget, guys,” she said. “Read Chapter Three tonight. We’re gonna have a quiz tomorrow!”

There were the requisite groans and mutters. Carrie smiled at it. She’d done the same thing when she’d been a student here thirteen years ago.

Before everyone could leave, though, Carrie spoke up again. “Melinda Walters, can I see you for a second, please?”

Melinda, who was just at the door, hugging her books to her chest, deep in important conversation with her best friend Julie, stopped on her toes and turned around. Her short skirt ballooned out with the movement and her blond pigtails flipped jauntily around her head. She weaved her way through the rest of the class and approached Carrie’s desk with a sprightly little walk.

“Yes, ma’am?” she asked. Her braces glinted briefly, and Carrie watched Melinda’s tongue move every time she opened her mouth to chew on her wad of gum. They never let me have gum when I had braces, Carrie thought to herself. Times must have changed.

Carrie quelled the butterflies in her stomach, and pinched herself as hard as she could on her right ass cheek as she raised a leg to seat herself on her desk. She’d worn her khaki pants and her semi-sheer white blouse today, even though she always envisioned that she’d be wearing a skirt. Maybe the long, pleated dress. The low cut one.

“I want to give you something,” Carrie said. She could hear her voice quavering. “It’s kind of special.”

Melinda smiled. Carrie’s heart fluttered even more when she saw those braces. How cute. “What is it?” she asked.

Carrie slowly pulled the envelope out from behind her back. “I…” she started. She caught her breath and started again. “I want to ask you something, but I can’t ask you to your face. I need to do it like this.”

Melinda’s spindly little fingers plucked the envelope out of Carrie’s hand and she put her books down on Carrie’s desk to open it. Carrie spared a look at the girl’s chest. She was wearing a tight, blue t-shirt that had a picture of a little rabbit on it. Carrie could make out the outline of the girl’s training bra underneath, and wondered briefly what color it was.

Her heart jumped again as Melinda opened the envelope. Carrie felt like she was going to puke, and checked to make sure the garbage can was exactly where she’d put it just in case.

Melinda pulled the little card out of the envelope and opened it. Carrie knew the words by heart, even though she didn’t have the courage to bring a voice to them.

Melinda,
I’ve been watching you since the beginning of the semester. I think you’re a very special girl, and I want to get to know you better. Would you have dinner with me tonight?
Miss Newton.

Time stopped as Carrie watched the girl’s eyes move back and forth across the words. When she was done reading, Melinda looked up at Carrie, who had folded her hands together and was cautiously chewing on her thumbs.

“Is this for real?” asked Melinda.

Carrie nodded. “I really like you, Melinda.”

Melinda’s cheeks flushed, but her face betrayed confusion. “Do you mean, like, a date?”

Carrie nodded again, eyes expectant, stomach cartwheeling. She checked the proximity of the trash can again.

Melinda flushed more. “Miss Newton,” she said, “I don’t know if…”

“Shhh.” Carrie said. “It’s just dinner. Just a date. We’ll go out and have dinner, and we’ll walk around a little bit and then I’ll take you back home.”

“What am I gonna tell my parents?”

“I’ll talk to them,” Carrie said. “I’ll explain that my intentions toward you are completely honorable and I wish you absolutely no harm in the world.”

“Yeah, but…”

“I’ll tell them how much I admire you. Your sense of humor, your beauty, your youth and… Do you know what joie de vivre means?”

Melinda was chewing on her bottom lip, an act that Carrie found intensely erotic. How she wanted to kiss that lip. How she’d been fixating on this moment, this girl, for so long. “No,” the girl answered.

“It’s French,” Carrie told her, picking at her fingernails. “It means lust for life.”

“It’s pretty,” Melinda said.

Carrie breathed deep, exhaled slowly. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been watching you, waiting for this moment. I look forward to third period English as soon as it’s over. As soon as I watch you walk out the door, I can’t wait to watch you walk back in.”

Melinda smiled, and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear.

“I look for you in the halls,” Carrie continued. “I scan up and down the halls for the briefest glimpse of you.”

Again, Melinda blushed. Carrie put a tender hand on the side of the girl’s face, “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie,” Carrie told her. “You’re a beautiful little girl, and you’d make me the happiest woman in the world if you said yes.”

When the girl looked up, her clear blue eyes were tearing, her lip trembling. “Okay,” she said.

Now Carrie’s heart leapt again, this time in joy, not anticipation. She stood up and brought the girl into an embrace, her own eyes tearing up a bit. “Thank you, Melinda,” she said. “Thank you.”

Carrie could feel the girl nod. Eventually, she broke the embrace and sat back down on her desk, wiping tears away from her eyes with the back of her wrist. “Can I pick you up at seven?”

Melinda nodded.

“Okay,” Carrie said. She caressed a few strands of the girl’s blond hair and made herself fold her hands in her lap. “I’ll see you then.”

The girl smiled and picked up her books, hugging them to her chest. “See you then,” she said, and walked out of the room.

Once the door closed, Carrie gazed heavenward. “Thank you,” she whispered her face radiant.

She was going on a date with Melinda Walters. The sweetest little girl in the seventh grade.

Carrie made her way through the crowded halls to the staff bathroom, where she washed her face in the sink, then looked into the mirror. She looked young for twenty-five, and loved that. She’d always cherished youth and beauty, and especially young girls.

Young girls with tight blue t-shirts, the kind that were so tight you could make out the training bra underneath. Young girls with braces and pigtails.

Slipping into a toilet stall and seating herself, Carrie unzipped the fly on her slacks and slid a hand inside her panties. She masturbated herself to an intense orgasm and almost collapsed with the force of her climax.

When she recovered, she straightened her clothes and hair, then calmly walked out of the bathroom, heart pounding in her chest, her feet barely touching the ground.

Since she’d been Melinda’s age, Carrie Newton had always known she liked girls. They were so soft and pretty and the boys were so ugly and stupid and dumb. She’d lost her virginity to Shelly Adams, another girl in her class, behind the dumpsters at this very school when she’d been a grade above where Melinda was now. They’d kissed and masturbated each other to climax, and then hadn’t said much of a word to each other afterward. Carrie always thought Shelly had been embarrassed, but Carrie never felt that way.

In high school, Carrie joined the drama club and bedded every girl who would let her, which turned out to be quite a lot. Carrie’s father was never around much, and her mother was a drinker, so Carrie always had access to alcohol and weed. The girls liked her because she seemed older than she was, and she liked the girls because, well, they didn’t have penises.

When she went to a out-of state college, Carrie fucked her dorm roommate the first week they were together. She made the rounds in the dorm, and she was quite popular with the other girls who were just out of their parents’ house, ready to experiment with life.

It was during her junior year of college when she had her first underage girl. Hillary, her name was. The girl went to the high school across the street from Carrie’s college campus. Hillary was a freshman in high school, only fourteen years old.

Carrie had taken Hillary back to her dorm room, then coaxed the girl out of her clothes and into her bed. Carrie never forgot that experience. Never forgot the way the girl was too shy to take off her panties. She hadn’t wanted Carrie to look at her crotch, or touch it, or anything. Carrie always thought that was the cutest thing she’d ever experienced.

Ever since then, mature girls never did much for her. She wanted youth, she wanted inexperience, she wanted innocence.

When she graduated from college with a degree in Education, she moved back to her home town, back into her parents’ house, until she could find a job. She was thrilled to get a posting to the same junior high she’d gone to. On her first day there, she visited the dumpsters where she’d lost her virginity to Shelly Adams. It was heaven for her, around all those nubile bodies, those sweet little things just at the cusp of life, the beginnings of adulthood. Not wanting to jeopardize her position, she stayed away from seducing her students, so she stuck mostly to the malls, where she spent many an afternoon searching out sweet little things to love.

And then, into her third period English class walked Melinda Walters.

Those long, coltish legs, those sweet little arms, the braces, the cheeks, the hair. She fell in love almost instantly, which was something of a new experience for her. All the women and girls she’d bedded, all the hands, fingers and dildos she’d had inside of her, and she never once believed that she was in love. That all changed when she got to know Melinda. This girl was funny and cute and innocent all in one. She was the kind of girl who would grow up to be a beauty pageant queen or a TV news anchorwoman. She wasn’t classically beautiful yet, but in a few years time, she would be.

In college, if she’d met Melinda, Carrie would have just turned on the seduction and bedded her right away. When the cute little blond had come into her life, though, she didn’t want just sex, she wanted a relationship. A bond, a lasting understanding. She stayed awake nights thinking about dating the girl. She knew people would give them funny looks, but she didn’t care. If this was what love was, then there was nothing that could stand in the way of it, as she’d heard in countless power ballads on the radio.

Love. The very idea of it was scary and exhilarating at the same time. It was something that Carrie Newton wanted more than anything in the world.

*****

She pulled up to the house at 6:45. It was a small, one-story home a couple of blocks from the school. The lights were on in the living room, and there was a red Dodge Neon in the driveway. Carrie took a deep breath and stepped out of her car, straightening her skirt as she did. She’d decided to go with a long pink and white striped skirt and heeled boots with a white sweater, then put on makeup and her best pair of earrings (which had been given to her by a girl she’d known in college, the one who was into water sports and piercings).

Again, the butterflies came to her stomach as she strode up the walk.

Be calm, she told herself. Be an adult. Talk sensibly to them and they’ll understand. She tried to believe that the words calmed her, but she realized that she was only trying to make herself feel better. For all she knew, Melinda’s parents were bible-thumping Republicans who would run her out of town on a rail for her audacity.

Eyes on the prize, she told herself. Love will conquer all. With that thought in her head, she rang the doorbell.

She heard movement inside and toyed briefly with the idea of just running away. Before she could move, though, the door opened on a woman who appeared to be a few years older than Carrie, dark haired, wearing slacks and a red blouse. Her eyes were striking, but not as striking as her enormous chest. Well into the double D range, Carrie reckoned. The woman pushed open the screen door and held it open for Carrie.

“You must be Miss Newton,” the woman said.

“Call me Carrie,” Carrie answered, holding out her hand.

The woman took her hand and shook it carefully. “Becky,” she said. “Becky Walters.”

Carrie smiled charmingly. “Pleased to meet you.”

Becky’s return smile was a little more strained than Carrie’s, but still polite. “This is my husband, Richard,” she said.

Carrie turned around and faced a shortish man, thinning blond hair, mustached, muscular but skinny. “Carrie,” she said, holding out her hand.

Richard looked a little more dubious about taking Carrie’s hand, but eventually did, nodding formally and uncomfortably.

“Won’t you have a seat, Carrie?” Becky asked.

“Sure,” she said.

Becky shut the door and led the three of them into the living room, which was decorated in traditional trappings, two couches facing a large screen TV. There was a piano in the corner and a plate glass door that lead out to the backyard, which was dark. They seated themselves on the couches, Becky and Richard on one, Carrie on the other.

There was a long, awkward moment as the three sat staring at each other. Carrie could tell that neither of Melinda’s parents were willing to get the ball rolling, so she started in on the speech she’d been rehearsing to herself for the last three weeks.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I’m interested in your daughter,” she said.

Richard nodded severely. “The thought had occurred to us.”

“First off,” Carrie began, “I want you to know that I’m not some kind of pervert. I’m not out to hurt your daughter or humiliate her or ruin her or anything. On the contrary, I want to protect her from such things just as much as you do.”

Neither of Melinda’s parents were impressed.

Carrie cleared her throat. “I’m a lesbian,” she said, “although I don’t really identify myself by that. Let’s just say I’m a woman who enjoys the companionship of other women.”

“Girls, you mean,” Becky said and crossed her arms across her enormous breasts.

“Girls,” Carrie said, “Sure. You see, I’ve gotten to know your daughter pretty well over this semester and I know that she’s a special little girl. She’s funny, she’s extremely bright, and she’s beautiful. I love seeing her smile. I get a rush whenever I see her in the hallway. She’s an extraordinary young woman and I want to be part of her life, even if it’s a small part.”

Richard rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Putting aside the fact that you’re her teacher, which brings up a whole list of ethical issues, you admit that you’re also a pedophile.”

Carrie shook her head. “A pedophile is someone who is obsessed with young children, and usually wants to bring them to harm. Hurting Melinda is the last thing I want to happen. My intentions toward her are completely honorable. I’m not a pedophile, Mr. Walters, any more than I’m a lesbian. Like I said, I’m a woman who prefers the company of young girls.”

Richard wasn’t impressed. “How old are you, Miss Newton?”

“Richard!” Becky scolded.

“No,” Carrie said, holding up a hand, “it’s okay. I’m twenty five.”

“That makes you thirteen years older than my daughter,” Richard said. “I think that makes this a little inappropriate. Not to mention the fact that you’re her teacher.”

Becky piped up here. “And the fact that she’s not old enough to date anyone.”

Carrie smiled. “I’d understand if you didn’t want her to date a boy her age. They’re just raging bags of hormones. I’m a responsible adult with a respectable job and a good amount of education. I’ve never been convicted of a crime, and there isn’t a violent bone in my body. I just want to take your daughter out to dinner, and then I’ll bring her straight back home at whatever time you want. I’ll give you my cell phone number, if it will set your mind at ease. You can call as often as you like.”

Becky squinted at her, and hesitated. The three of them sat staring at each other for a few moments, Carrie fixing them with an expectant, adult gaze. Finally, Becky gripped her husband’s hand. “Would you excuse us for a moment, Carrie?” she asked.

“Certainly.”

Becky led Richard into another room through a swinging door. She could see the fridge on the other side of the door, could smell dinner cooking.

She heard low talking that escalated into louder talking, although she couldn’t make out any words. Carrie looked around the room while Melinda’s parents discussed her worth. Truthfully, Carrie was half-expecting them to call the police and have her arrested, but it was a chance she was willing to take. For love.

On the piano were framed pictures of Melinda as a progressively younger girl, going back to what must have been her first grade picture. Carrie was happy to note that the girl was just as beautiful back then as she was today. Her wonderful, bright smile. Carrie could tell why her parents had opted for braces for their daughter. Her face was beautiful, but her teeth were a little out of joint in the pictures.

After what felt like a lifetime, the door opened and Becky and Richard came back out and sat down wordlessly on the couch.

Richard cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together. “You see, Miss Newton,” he started. “We didn’t know until this afternoon that our daughter was even interested in… this kind of thing. It’s kind of a shock to hear that she’s attracted to women.”

Becky took over. “When she came home this afternoon and told us what happened, we didn’t know how to take it. We wanted you to come over here and be some kind of hideous freak, so we could call the cops and send you to jail.”

Richard again. “But we think you’re for real. We think your intentions toward our daughter are honorable, and that you’re a responsible adult. They probably wouldn’t have let you become a teacher if you weren’t.”

Carrie fought the urge to burst into a big smile.

Becky spoke. “Also, Melinda is growing into a young woman, and we think it might be a good idea if her first experience with dating was with someone who was responsible and mature, man or woman, boy or girl.”

Carrie nodded.

Richard again, “She’s still young, and this might be a phase, but we don’t want to stand in her way if she prefers women to men.”

Becky’s turn. “We’re going to let you take our daughter out tonight, but I want to keep tabs on you as much as possible, like you said.”

“No problem,” Carrie said. She reached into her purse to grab a pen and scrap of paper. She wrote her number down on the back and handed it to Richard.

“And know this,” Richard said, face turning serious, “If anything bad happens to my daughter, so help me, I will hunt you to the end of the earth and kill you where you stand.”

“I don’t blame you a bit,” Carrie said, unable now to hide the smile from her face. “I would do the exact same thing in your shoes.”

“Melinda, honey?” called Becky.

Carrie heard a door open, saw a soft light in the hallway behind her.

Within moments, Melinda appeared, dressed in an adorable, long white dress, punctuated here and there with print flowers. Her hair was down and curled, her face made up, and her fingernails painted. Carrie’s heart almost melted right there, and she wanted nothing so much in the world than to pick this girl up into her arms and kiss her.

“You look adorable, Melinda,” Carrie said.

“Thanks,” Melinda said, embarrassed.

Becky motioned her daughter over. “Come here, hon,” she said. Melinda crossed the room and stood in front of her mother. “We’re going to let you go out with Miss Newton, but I want you back in this house by ten o’clock, okay?”

Melinda nodded.

“Okay?” she asked Carrie.

“Ten o’clock,” Carrie agreed, “not a second later.”

Becky knelt and fussed momentarily over her daughter’s hair. Richard appeared transfixed by the girl, his eyes tearing. Carrie took the moment to reach up and pinch her nipples, to bring blood to them, make them hard and visible through her top. She always felt that she looked better that way, that most women did. She found herself wondering briefly what Becky’s nipples looked like. Those double Ds have got to be fake!

Melinda pulled away from her mother and walked over to Carrie. “Are you ready?” Carrie asked.

“Yep,” she said, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Okay, let’s go,” Carrie said, and let Melinda by the hand to the door.

Richard opened the door and let the two out. “Ten o’clock, now,” he said.

“Ten o’clock,” Carrie said.

“Ends of the earth!” he called.

Carrie laughed and walked around the car to open the door for Melinda. She waved goodbye to Melinda’s parents as she opened her own door and stepped inside.

Once inside, Carrie breathed heavy and started the engine. “So what are you hungry for?” she asked.

Melinda shrugged. “Italian?”

Carrie smiled. “Done.” She put the car into drive and let off her emergency brake. Before she took off, though, she turned back to the girl. “You really do look beautiful tonight,” she said.

Melinda blushed and smiled into her lap. “You do too,” she said.

Carrie felt like she could have warmed the whole town with the heat radiating out from her heart. They drove off into the night.

Carrie drove them to the Olive Garden and they waited for ten minutes for a table. A pretty college aged girl who looked delicate enough to break over Carrie’s knee sat them, and a husky, brown haired girl served them. Carrie ordered the salad and breadsticks plate, and Melinda got gnocchi. Not, she said, because she liked it all that much, but because she just loved saying the word “gnocchi.”

Carrie ordered a glass of wine, and a Coke for her date. When these arrived, Melinda was curious about the wine. She begged for a sip, using these doe-like eyes that made Carrie want to melt right in her seat. She didn’t let her date have a drink, though, as much as she wouldn’t mind getting the girl a little tipsy. She’d promised her parents to be a responsible adult. If something happened later in the future, so be it, but tonight was about chastity and good company and companionship.

“Do you think anyone here knows we’re on a date?” Melinda asked.

Carrie looked around the room, but couldn’t see anyone watching them.

“No,” she said and sipped at her wine.

“Do you think our waitress does?”

Carrie shook her head. “She probably thinks we’re sisters.”

Just before the food arrived, Carrie’s cell phone rang, and she answered it.

“Hi, Carrie,” came the voice of Melinda’s mother. “Just wondering how things are going.”

“Everything’s great,” Carrie said. “We’re just about to get our food.”

“Where are you eating at?”

“The Olive Garden.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “The one on Mitchell?”

“No,” Carrie answered. “The one across town. On Fifth.”

“Ah,” Becky said. “That one’s nicer anyway.”

“I think so.”

There was another pause. “Can I talk to Melinda?”

“Sure.”

Carrie handed the phone over to the girl, who was already finished with her first glass of Coke and was looking around for the waitress to refill her. “Hi, Mom,” Melinda said.

“No, everything’s fine,” Melinda answered.

“Yes, Mom,” she said.

“Yes, Mom,” she said.

“A perfect little lady,” she said, nodding.

“Okay,” she said finally, and handed the phone back to Carrie.

The conversation over, Carrie put her phone away just in time for the food to arrive.

They ate, they talked. By the end of the meal, and two glasses of wine, Carrie was feeling the slightest bit light-headed and decided to cut herself off. She ordered a glass of water and breathed deep to clear her head.

At one point in the conversation, Melinda looked up from her meal and asked, “How long have you liked girls?”

Carrie paused, knowing this was a delicate matter. She put her fork down and answered evenly. “As long as I can remember.”

Melinda nodded. “Me too.”

There was a lull in the conversation, but Carrie could see Melinda choosing her words. “Have you ever been with a girl?” she asked. “I mean, had sex?”

Carrie nodded. “Yes,” she said simply.

“Did you like it?” Melinda asked.

“Yes, I did.”

Melinda nodded. “My parents think I’m too young to have sex,” she said.

“They’re right,” Carrie told her.

“But you want to have sex with me,” Melinda said, face delicate.

Carrie paused. “I suppose I do.” She gauged the girl’s reaction.

Melinda was quiet, staring idly at her gnocchi, pushing it around her plate with her fork.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Carrie asked.

Melinda shrugged her shoulders, but didn’t answer.

“What’s wrong?” Carrie asked.

“It’s just,” Melinda started, and then trailed off. She took a sip of her Coke and appeared to be gathering her thoughts. “It’s just that all my friends talk about sex all the time but none of them have ever done anything. I think about it a lot, but I don’t know much about it, either.”

“Are you scared of it?”

“No, I’m just…” Again she trailed off.

Now Carrie gathered her own thoughts. “Sex,” she started, “is just a way that people express love for each other. It’s the ultimate step in a relationship.” She took a sip of her wine. “Or, it can just be about fun.” She looked deep into Melinda’s eyes and smiled with a warm grin. “A lot of fun.”

Melinda smiled. All this talk about sex was getting Carrie a little worked up. She noticed that her date was looking down at her plate. She glanced up after a few moments and looked into Carrie’s eyes. She leaned in and dropped her voice to a whisper. “I kissed Rebecca Merrick once.”

Carrie’s heart fluttered, but she played it cool. “Really?”

Melinda nodded. “At a slumber party. I think she thought we were just playing, but I liked it a lot.”

Carrie smiled at her little date, so young, so innocent, so pure.

“I think I want to kiss you, Miss Newton.”

At this, Carrie almost melted. She leaned in close to Melinda. “I think I want to kiss you, too,” she said. “But we can’t here. Maybe some other time.”

“I hope it’s soon,” Melinda said.

“Me too,” Carrie returned.

They finished their dinner, and walked up and down the street once, window shopping. At one point, Melinda grabbed Carrie’s hand and held it gently, and they walked hand in hand for a while. Carrie was only slightly worried about whether anyone would suspect that she and this girl were having what society would call an improper relationship, but it was only in the back of her mind. The only thing that mattered was the heat from the girl’s hand in hers, the way her dress swished when she walked, the way her curled hair bounced.

She took her date home before the appointed time, and gave her a lingering but proper hug at the door. Melinda’s parents seemed relieved that their daughter was okay, and bid Carrie a friendly good-night.

For her part, Carrie barely made it to the car. Her knees were weak, her head spinning. She started her car and drove it home, happy that she’d purchased an automatic instead of a stick shift. Having one hand free, she reached up her skirt and tucked her hand inside her panty-hose and masturbated herself almost to orgasm right there in the car. She only just made it home.

Once there, she stepped out of her hose and started working at herself with her vibrator, all the time keeping the vision of her date in her head. Thinking about the girl’s admission about the slumber party. Replaying the girl’s words in her head, “I think I want to kiss you, Miss Newton.”

The orgasm left her shaking and quivering. It was only by sheer will that she was able to get up and get herself ready for bed. Once she was in bed, she masturbated again, and fell asleep thinking thoughts of Melinda.

*****

Things went well the next couple of weeks. Melinda and Carrie continued to see each other outside of school, but had to be careful about their affair in school. They passed notes to each other and Carrie laughed more than she had laughed in a long time. She and Melinda started referring to each other as “girlfriends.”

Eventually, the time came when they got some time alone together, and the memories of that night would keep Carrie happy for the rest of her life.

Becky and Richard said they needed a weekend off. They planned to get a hotel room and just relax for a weekend. They asked Carrie to babysit, and she was only too happy to do it. Finally, some alone time with Melinda. She knew that Melinda’s parents had asked her to babysit only because they trusted her so much, and because Carrie hadn’t done anything improper with their daughter. They couldn’t wait to get out of the house, and Carrie couldn’t wait to get in.

She had dressed simply. Jeans and white blouse. She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

Melinda greeted her at the door and gave her a big hug and a peck on the lips. The girl was wearing satiny looking black athletic shorts and a white, form-fitting tank top. Her hair was also done up in a ponytail, but she had put in little pink barrettes to decorate the top of her head.

They watched TV for a while, nestled on the couch together. Carrie ran her fingers through Melinda’s hair while the girl played with the drawstring on her shorts. They watched some Disney Channel show that Melinda said she loved about this family of people from the future. Carrie didn’t pay much attention to it, caught up as she was with the scent and feel of her young companion snuggled up with her on the couch. It was warm and cozy there, and Carrie wished this moment would last her the rest of her life.

When the show ended, Melinda sprang up and turned around to face Carrie. “Wanna see my princess dress?” the girl asked with a cheerful smile.

Carrie, still twisting a strand of the girl’s blond hair in her fingers, smiled and said, “More than anything in the world.”

Melinda beamed at her and jumped up, running in the direction of her room. The wait was interminable, but Carrie patiently flipped through the channels, idly scratching at the front of her jeans with her fingernails. Eventually, she heard a swish of fabric as Melinda entered the room.

The girl had put her long blond hair up in a ponytail tied with a yellow satin ribbon and had clumsily painted her face with makeup, no doubt taken from her mom’s room, but none of that was as interesting to Carrie as what Melinda had on.

The dress was yellow, off the shoulder, with a satiny bodice. The skirt billowed out ridiculously, and the yellow taffeta underneath it swished when Melinda moved. Yellow satin gloves covered her hands and marched up to her elbows. The back was cut low, but stopped just before the small of Melinda’s back. It fit her snugly, and was almost too tight. Carrie could see Melinda’s bare feet and noticed the skirt was short and came to the conclusion that this dress must be a couple of years old.

Melinda confirmed it. “My mom made this for me for Halloween when I was nine,” she said, pivoting and twirling. “It still sort of fits,” she added.

“It’s gorgeous,” Carrie breathed, mesmerized.

Melinda twirled around a little longer, dancing gracefully around the coffee table, and eventually coming to rest in front of Carrie. “Beauty and the Beast was always my favorite,” Carrie said.

“Mine too,” Melinda agreed. She put a satin gloved finger in her mouth, and swayed back and forth like she had something she wanted to say.

Instead of waiting for her, Carrie reached out her hand and Melinda grabbed it. She pulled the girl close, causing her to kneel on the couch facing her. Straddling her.

Carrie ran her fingers through Melinda’s ponytail and their faces neared one another.

“I want to have sex with you Carrie,” Melinda said.

“I want to have sex with you too, sweetie,” Carrie breathed.

Their noses touched. Their breath was hot and musky, their breathing clipped and excited.

“Will you teach me?” Melinda asked.

In answer, Carrie went in to meet the girl’s lips.

When they kissed, it was electric. Carrie lost herself in the kiss and could only barely feel the girl moving on top of her. They shifted their hips in time with their breathing as Carrie explored Melinda’s smooth back with her fingertips. They broke the kiss and Carrie explored Melinda’s neck with her lips and tongue. The girl sighed and breathed and squeezed Carrie close to her.

Carrie’s hands moved to the front of the dress and her thumbs played over what would someday become Melinda’s breasts. Melinda met her hands and helped her turn the top of the bodice down, exposing her chest. Carrie kissed the fleshy mounds and played her tongue over the nipples, which were really all there was to play with. They were stiff but flexible, just like Carrie remembered her own as being when she was eleven. She kissed Melinda’s tiny pink nipples as her hands ran over the satiny fabric covering the girl’s flat stomach and back.

When she was done, Carrie leaned back on the couch, taking in her half-naked tween lover. “Let me look at you,” she begged, and Melinda sat nervously on her lap as Carrie drunk in the girl’s beauty with her eyes.

After a moment, Melinda licked her lips and looked Carrie in the eye. “When do I get to see you?” she asked.

“Whenever you want,” Carrie answered. She grabbed Melinda’s satiny gloved hands and guided them to the top button on her blouse. Melinda unbuttoned the first button, and slowly moved on to the next one. She continued like this while Carrie was held in thrall by the anticipation on the girl’s face. The way she chewed on her lower lip, and the way her eyes never strayed from what her hands were doing.

When the blouse was unbuttoned, she parted it and revealed Carrie’s sheer pink lace bra. Her brownish nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. “Your boobs are beautiful,” Melinda said. “I hope mine look like yours someday.”

Carrie laughed, having seen Melinda’s well-endowed mother. “They will,” she said. Again, she took hold of Melinda’s hands, this time guiding them to her breasts. Melinda played her fingers lightly over the lacy material. She slid a finger inside one of the cups and played lightly with Carrie’s nipple, causing waves of shivers to course up Carrie’s spine. “Can I take this off?” she asked breathily.

Carrie arched her back to allow Melinda access to the clasps. As the girl worked awkwardly with them, they kissed again, loving little pecks that brought smiles to each of their faces. When Carrie felt the bra release, she shrugged out of her blouse and let Melinda remove the bra. The girl took it, seemingly fascinated by it. Mockingly, she put it around her own ribcage, and struck a quick pose, beaming like a supermodel.

“You look so grown up,” Carrie said, eyes twinkling with playfulness.

Melinda playfully threw the bra at Carrie’s head and the two shared a giggle.

When the wave of laughter passed, Carrie pulled Melinda into her again. The two lovers kissed passionately as they relaxed on the couch, lying on their sides, listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing. As they kissed, Carrie’s hand crept lower and lower, caressing the satin material of the dress, ever so slowly gathering it up and revealing Melinda’s coltish young legs.

Eventually, the hem of the dress was high up enough for Carrie to tickle the back of Melinda’s thighs. She came to the girl’s bottom and the cottony fabric covering it. When she started tracing circles with her fingernails on Melinda’s right cheek, the girl stopped and pulled away from her.

“Is that okay if I touch you there?” Carrie asked.

Melinda nodded slowly, thoughtfully. “Is this having sex?” she asked quietly.

Carrie nodded. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“No,” Melinda said, “I just wanted to know.”

She stood up and wriggled out of the dress, kicking it to the other side of the living room. As Carrie watched, tracing her hand up the side of her own rib cage, Melinda stood in front of her, clad only in white cotton panties. There were elastic scallops on the waistband and little flowers on the fabric. Melinda stood in front of Carrie for some time while the teacher drank in the view.

Finally, Melinda reached down and started working on the buttons holding Carrie’s jeans up. Working together, they removed them, and then the teacher was left wearing nothing but sheer lace boy shorts that matched the bra she’d worn.

Carrie sat up on the couch facing Melinda, her eyes just level with the girl’s belly button. She put her hands on Melinda’s hips and looked up into her eyes.

“Do you want me to take your panties off?” Carrie asked.

Melinda nodded. Carrie hooked her thumbs and dug them inside the scalloped waistband, gingerly sliding them off her hips and to her feet. Melinda stepped out of them, leaving the discarded panties on the floor next to Carrie’s jeans.

Melinda’s sex was bald and smooth and perfect. Carrie could hardly control the beating of her heart, looking at the young girl in front of her. She placed a kiss on each of Melinda’s hips, tracing her fingernails up and down her coltish legs. She kissed Melinda’s mound, and relished the way her breathing quickened.

“My turn,” Melinda said, pushing Carrie back onto the couch.

Melinda seductively kissed her way down Carrie’s body to the waistband of her panties. The girl nuzzled the fabric of Carrie’s panties for a while and then, almost without Carrie even realizing it, slid them off her hips. Carrie had given her nether regions a trim in anticipation of this very event, and couldn’t get enough of her young lover playing her fingers through the short auburn pubes. The girl beamed at Carrie. “I like having sex,” she said.

“Me too,” Carrie said. She grabbed Melinda’s shoulders and pulled her face to face with her. “Let me show you something else,” she whispered.

They kissed while Carrie worked her hand down toward Melinda’s bald glory. She moved her middle finger up and down Melinda’s slit, massaging her tiny clitoris, feeling the girl’s wetness building.

“This might hurt just a little bit, darling,” Carrie whispered.

“Why?” Melinda asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” Carrie promised. “It’s just a little sting, but it’ll be the most delicious pain you ever felt.”

“Okay,” Melinda said.

Gently but firmly, Carrie pushed her finger inside her young lover. Melinda’s back arched and her face squeezed with pain, but soon she relaxed and lowered herself back onto Carrie, spreading her legs, allowing the woman total access.

They gyrated and moved together for some time. Eventually, Melinda’s tiny body clenched with the delicious waves of orgasm, and she collapsed on top of Carrie, breathing like she’d just run a marathon.

Carrie let her young lover rest while she reached down to her own secret area, moving her hand up and down on her clit, letting a couple of exploratory fingers inside herself.

“What do you want me to do?” Melinda asked.

“Sit up,” Carrie responded, and the girl did. “Just sit there and watch me play with myself.”

Nodding, Melinda did just that. Carrie stared at the luscious bare body of her young lover, now resting on her thighs. Just the sight alone was nearly enough to make Carrie come.

“You can play with yourself too, if you want,” Carrie told the girl as she worked at herself.

Melinda’s hand crept down to her crotch. She watched Carrie working, mimicking the movements, even the way Carrie’s face and mouth contorted as she watched her young lover, her seventh-grade student, watching her. Without prompting, Melinda moved her hand over and entwined her fingers with Carrie’s. They worked together to bring Carrie to the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

While Carrie lay there, recovering, Melinda pulled her fingers out and smelled them, smiling as she savored the rich scent. “That was awesome,” she said.

“You’re awesome,” Carrie retorted, again grabbing her girlfriend and pulling her close. They kissed again, hard and passionately.

They spent the night on the couch, in each other’s arms. They enjoyed each other several times during the night, and even once the next day before Melinda’s parents came home.

Their relationship continued until Melinda graduated and started going to high school. They kept contact at first, but eventually went their separate ways. Melinda to girls closer to her own age, Carrie to the next beautiful young blossom that happened into her class.

The End

 

By callmeQ67

While thirteen-year-old Courtney dozed, Melinda stole quietly from the bed and put on her robe. She went out through the French doors onto her second-floor terrace. Lighting a cigarette, the shapely blonde inhaled deeply. Life is so fucking good, she thought.

Then, to amplify her sense of satisfaction, she opened her phone and called her friend and sometime rival, Brooke. She answered on the first ring.

“Where the hell did you go?” Brooke asked, without preamble. “You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.”

“Tut, tut. Is that any way to greet your dearest friend?” Melinda was so going to enjoy this.

Brooke snorted. “What kind of friend disappears without a word? Where are you anyway?”

“At home. Are you sitting down?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. Why?”

“Well. Remember darling fatherless Courtney, the junior lifeguard?”

Melinda could hear Brooke suck in her breath.

“That sweet little dumpling? Of course, I remember. Wait, are you telling me…?”

Melinda blew out a cloud of smoke. “Guess who’s sleeping naked in my bed even as we speak.”

“You bitch! I saw her first! How could you?”

“Aw, don’t be that way,” said Melinda. “If you’re really nice, I’ll let you have sloppy seconds.”

“You’re lying. It was only, what, three hours ago that I pointed her out to you. How could you possibly bed her so quickly?”

“I just used my feminine wiles,” laughed Melinda.

“No way. I don’t believe it. You might have nice tits, but you’re not that charming.”

“Okay, I’ll prove it,” said Melinda, stubbing out her cigarette. “Don’t say anything, I don’t want to wake her.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Hush,” said Melinda quietly. “You’ll be getting a message very soon.”

She set her phone to silent and crept back into the bedroom.

Courtney had rolled onto her back, one knee pointed out to the side. Her ripening, pink-tipped breasts pointed straight at the ceiling, and at the intersection of her tender thighs the puffy, swollen labia were clearly visible.

With those dark tresses spread out on the pillow, it struck Melinda once again that Courtney looked like an angel in her sleep. Then she took a photo of her new fuck toy, walked out to the terrace, and sent the white-hot image to Brooke’s phone.

Sitting down, Melinda poured herself another glass of wine.

“Okay,” she said. “You’ll have your proof any second now.”

“Oh. My. God,” Brooke said a moment later. “You weren’t kidding. How did you manage it? Tell me everything.”

Melinda proceeded to tell her how she’d approached Courtney in the country club showers and comforted the child in her grief.

“I’ll bet you comforted her, you letch,” said Brooke.

Melinda went on to explain how she’d invited the girl to her home and given her a makeover.

“So how did you, ah, broach the subject of eating her little pussy?” Brooke wanted to know.

“I asked her if she’d ever kissed a girl, and she had! But only that. She swore she’d done nothing beyond kissing. Then we sucked face and she liked it. A lot.”

“You’re incorrigible,” said Brooke. “Go on, tell me the rest.”

Melinda described kneeling at Courtney’s feet and nibbling her juicy lips through her panties, then fingering her, and licking the girl’s own pussy cream from her nipples.

“When I finally went down on her, she was more than ready. She was practically begging for it.”

“So, did she come?” asked Brooke.

“Did she ever! She was pushing her little coochie in my face and screaming. It’s a good thing I don’t have any neighbors living close by. The little dear came twice more before I let up.”

“Jesus,” said Brooke, her voice husky with arousal. “Did she do you then?”

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” cried Melinda. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Don’t be silly. Did she return the favor, or not?”

Melinda was remembering the first teenager that Brooke had seduced, and how she’d taunted Melinda with stories about her for months. That gave her an idea. She checked the time. She had planned to wake Courtney soon and take her home, but Todd, Melinda’s husband, would be at least another hour.

“Brooke, darling, you’ve been asking some rather personal questions about my intimate moments with young Courtney. Maybe a video would be more instructive.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Quick, write this down,” said Melinda, and she gave Brooke the address of her personal webpage. “Log on and you can see for yourself exactly how Courtney looks when she screams in ecstasy.”

“You aren’t seriously going to?”

“Bye, hon. I’m going to have my hands full for a while. Maybe I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, Melinda closed her phone, peeked into the bedroom to make sure Courtney was still asleep, then tiptoed down the hall to get her MacBook. Luckily, the systems she required had been set up a few weeks earlier so that Todd could monitor their cleaning service while he was at work.

Melinda set the laptop on her dresser and adjusted it so that the built-in webcam took in the whole bed. She made sure the video was streaming properly to her webpage and minimized the camera window. Then she turned her attention to the sleeping teenager.

Slipping off her robe, Melinda eased onto the bed, and gently parted Courtney’s legs. The teenager stirred but didn’t awaken. With her face inches from the child’s virgin pussy, Melinda could see that her pubic hair was matted with saliva and girl juice, and the scent of her recent arousal was strong.

It was a delicious aroma, and the horny lesbian breathed deeply to savor it. She looked at the webcam and smiled, hoping Brooke was watching. She paused to admire the smooth, tender flesh at the inside of the girl’s thighs, which were a bit plumper than currently fashionable. Courtney’s triangle of hair was sparse and did nothing to hide her curling, pink inner lips, which extended slightly beyond the rosy, engorged outer lips, unusual for one so young.

Though it had been only half an hour since Melinda had orgasmed, she found herself getting turned on again. Courtney was everything the older woman desired: a lovely, innocent face, dewy skin, perky half-developed breasts with the conical, puffy nipples that she adored, and a precociously developed, almost untouched pussy.

Better still, Courtney was of the malleable, submissive sort that Melinda could train according to her whim. Even as she feasted her senses on the child’s glories, Melinda began to scheme ways in which she might open the youngster to new experiences.

But first, she needed to satisfy her craving, while inflaming Brooke’s.

Watching Courtney’s face for any reaction, Melinda began to breathe softly on the parted lips of the young girl’s cunt. A flutter of long eyelashes and a barely perceptible sigh came from the child. Very slowly, Melinda dragged her tongue up one of Courtney’s swollen outer lips, then the other. She licked all over the outside of the teen’s love mound, while avoiding the more sensitive places within.

“Mmmmm,” said Courtney, still half asleep.

Melinda opened her mouth wide, covering one of the girl’s puffy outer lips, sucking it softly between her teeth, caressing it with her tongue. Then she did the same to the other side.

“Uhhhhhh,” murmured Courtney.

With her mouth over the girl’s very center, Melinda began to circle her tongue around the teen’s juicy crinkled inner lips, grazing her hooded clit with each pass. Like a raft on the ocean in a quickening breeze, Courtney began to stir, her hips rolling gently on the swell.

The teen’s juices were flowing again, and Melinda used her tongue like a spoon to scoop them up. She delved deeper into Courtney’s sugary cunt, drinking from her source, lapping at her nectar. Courtney moaned, now fully awake, when the older woman’s tongue flicked her clit.

The child raised her head to see Melinda’s face between her parted thighs. The older woman smiled, her lips and chin wet with the girl’s love sauce. Melinda let a long stream of pussy juice and saliva fall to the child’s lips, then sucked it greedily back into her mouth. She nibbled and licked all around the hidden pleasure nub for several minutes, never quite touching it.

“Oh, God,” whimpered Courtney.

“I hope you don’t mind my waking you,” said Melinda. “But I couldn’t resist tasting you one more time before I send you home.”

“No! I, uh!” Words seem to desert the little nymphet. That was fine with Melinda, she didn’t really expect a response.

With a hand behind each of the girl’s knees, Melinda pushed Courtney’s legs up and wide apart, opening her. Holding her tongue stiff, she fucked the virgin hole over and over, as deep as she could.

“Oh, my goodness,” Courtney squeaked in her tiny girl’s voice. “Oh, yes!”

Melinda again teased the girl’s little clit, driving her to the brink without pushing her over.

“Oooooooh!” she panted, her head thrashing on the pillow, her hands clawing at the sheets.

Abruptly, Melinda stopped. Courtney looked down, her eyes wide, almost frantic. Melinda pushed the girl’s knees up to her shoulders, exposing her virgin ass.

“Hold your legs up there for me, Courtney,” said Melinda, and the girl obeyed submissively.

She looked down at the pretty blonde woman, a bit puzzled.

Melinda cupped the child’s unblemished round bottom in her hands, spreading the cheeks. A rivulet of pussy cream had run down the center all the way to the sheet. With her eyes locked on Courtney’s, she began to lick slow circles around the teen’s wet, puckered anus.

“Oh my gosh, Mrs. Lunsford,” Courtney squealed. Then, louder, “Oh my God!” as the tip of Melinda’s pointed tongue tickled her most private place.

“That’s right,” said Melinda, “I’m licking your butt. Just relax and enjoy it.”

Using her tongue like a spear, Melinda probed the tiny opening, never quite breeching the tight little ring.

The sensation was incredible to the pubescent girl, who had never imagined that that part of her body could give her such pleasure.

Courtney mewled like a newborn kitten.

Changing tactics, Melinda began taking long licks from the girl’s butthole to her clit. She drew Courtney’s lavish inner lips into her mouth and sucked on them.

“Oh God,” the child squealed. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

Again, Melinda paused, knowing she had the power to make the girl come how and when she wished. The feeling of control thrilled her. She chose to enhance the teen’s release by delaying it.

Courtney’s eyes again met those of the older woman.

“Would you like me to make you come now?” Melinda asked.

“Y … yes,” said Courtney.

“Yes what?”

Her hands resting on Courtney’s soft thighs, Melinda pushed them down and apart so that the limber child’s legs extended straight out to the sides.

“Yes, please,” said the girl meekly.

“I want you to say the words,” said the older woman, her voice taking on a harder edge. “If you want to come now, you have to say it.”

The shy teenager looked confused. Why did this woman, who had been so kind to her and given her such pleasure, suddenly sound so mean? At the same time, she needed to come so badly, and she was sooooo close.

“Please make me come,” the girl whispered.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Melinda teased the child’s dripping quim with her fingers.

Courtney looked down, her eyes imploring. She found no sympathy in Melinda’s answering gaze.

“Yes, I need to come now!” said the teenager. “Please, Mrs. Lunsford, make me come, I need it so bad!”

“Good girl, Courtney,” said Melinda. “We’re going to make each other so happy.”

The experienced lesbian used the fingers of both hands to push up on the slippery flesh at each side of the girl’s engorged clit, causing it to pop out of the its hiding place. She blew on it lightly and felt Courtney’s thighs tremble. At last, Melinda licked that little pink bean with the tip of her tongue.

The teenager had never felt anything so good in her life. She sobbed with pleasure, and as Melinda sucked her clit lovingly, Courtney’s hips rose up off the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

The delectable thirteen-year-old felt herself suspended in a place without time, without a past or future, without any right or wrong, only exquisite wave upon wave of bliss. It seemed to last forever and yet was over all too soon.

As her orgasm tapered off, Melinda gorged herself on the juices that flowed from the child’s virgin cunt. It was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. She sensed the girl had more in her. Just as Courtney seemed about to get her breathing under control, Melinda sucked those juicy extravagant lips into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the teenager’s exposed clit again and again.

Courtney began to scream, “Oh God! Oh Jesus! Oh fuck!” while shamelessly humping her sodden cunt into Melinda’s face. The older blonde woman reached up and twisted the girl’s puffy nipples, hard. The young brunette teen wailed, her whole body rising from the bed in a final shudder.

After taking a moment to admire her spent pupil, Melinda lay down to spoon the youngster, who had curled into a fetal position, her limbs trembling. The smooth clear skin of her back was coated with a fine layer of perspiration, and Melinda rubbed her full breasts in it.

When she managed to catch her breath a minute or two later, Courtney rolled onto her back with a contented sigh.

Turning to the older woman, the teen began to laugh. “Your face!” she giggled childishly, unable to speak.

Melinda’s pretty face was absolutely covered with slippery love juice. The girl gave a little scream and turned away, still giggling, when Melinda tried to kiss her.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” said Melinda her voice stern, rolling on top of the girl and pinning her to the bed. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She kissed all over Courtney’s face, smearing it with her own pussy cream. The teenager was still laughing in a silly, girlish way when their lips met, but when the older woman’s tongue slid into her mouth Courtney responded in kind and they kissed passionately.

When Melinda raised her head, they smiled at each other.

“Mmmmm, Courtney, I love kissing you, but I need more. Will you make me come now?”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Lunsford, let me make you feel good.”

Melinda got up on her hands and knees, dangling her full breasts in the little girl’s face.

Courtney took the big jugs in her hands, loving the way they conformed to the pressure of her fingers, marveling at their weight. The child opened her mouth to lick and suck at the older woman’s erect nipples.

“That’s nice,” said Melinda. “Now do it to my pussy.”

She swung her leg over Courtney’s head so that she faced the foot of the bed and the webcam. Please let Brooke be watching this, she thought. Straddling the girl’s face, the randy lesbian lowered her steaming crotch until she felt a hot little tongue sink into her dripping, needy cunt.

“Yeah, eat my cunt,” she said, and Courtney did as she was told. Melinda smiled at the camera as she teased her own nipples. She rocked her hips, sliding her dripping cooze against the young teen’s innocent face.

Melinda was in heaven. Not only was the child sucking her shaven snatch just the way she liked, but her dominance over the cute brunette was a major turn on for a control freak like Melinda. Knowing that Brooke was watching it via webcam was icing on the cake.

Soon, though, the only thought in Melinda’s brain was to get off. She ground her juicy sex against the teenager’s adorable face as if it were the bedpost she used to hump when she herself was a teenager. But Courtney was better than any bedpost. The child’s wet, sucking mouth drank up Melinda’s cream as quickly as it drained from her cunt, and her soft tongue laved the older woman’s clit with every sway of her hips.

So far, Courtney had done everything Melinda had asked without question. It was a dream come true. But what were her limits, if any?

“Courtney, remember where I licked you a few minutes ago?” asked Melinda, looking straight at the webcam. “I want you to do that to me.”

The older woman bent forward to rest her face on the teenager’s soft thighs, presenting her ass to the submissive child.

There was only the briefest moment of suspense, then she felt Courtney’s tongue moving across her perineum to explore her sensitive bottom hole.

“Oh, yes, sweetie. That’s right, lick my ass.”

Melinda felt the girl’s hands on her cheeks, spreading them apart. As the wet little probe wormed its way deeper inside, the blonde lesbian began to move her hips, humping her ass against the child’s mouth.

“Fuck, yeah,” she moaned. “That feels sooooo good. Fuck my ass with your tongue.”

The sensation was incredible, and the fact the act was being performed for the first time by an adorable thirteen-year-old, drove the older woman nearly to a state of delirium. Eyes closed, Melinda groaned with pleasure.

As wonderful as Courtney’s tongue felt wiggling in her ass, it wasn’t going to make her come, and Melinda needed to come.

“Now suck my clit,” she said, and the teen complied. “Mmmmm, that’s good.”

She had just begun riding the child’s face in earnest when she felt a finger slip into her vagina.

“God, yes! Try two fingers,” she ordered.

Melinda came powerfully a moment later, flooding Courtney’s mouth and face with her essence.

*****

Brooke wiped the sweat from her brow with a monogrammed handkerchief before using it to clean up the mess from her own shattering orgasm. She was sitting in front of her computer, where she had watched the incendiary sex between her friend Melinda and sweet thirteen-year-old Courtney.

First making sure her fingers were clean and dry, Brooke ejected the DVD she had just burned from the computer’s drive. She could hardly wait to sample young Courtney’s charms herself, but until then, the video would have to suffice.

Continue on to Chapter 3