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Summer Love, Chapter 7
by callmeQ67
Once inside the bouncer could hardly believe her eyes. The scene was far beyond her wildest imaginings. The two gorgeous teens were each circled by women licking, stroking, and fondling their tender young flesh. It was the most depraved thing she’d ever witnessed, and she’d seen a thing or two in her day.
She instantly decided to get her own share of Courtney’s precocious thirteen-year-old body. Shoving a college-age girl out of the way, the tattooed bouncer paused to drink in the sight.
Courtney was naked but for her white knee socks. Her skin was damp with sweat, and her pubic hair was matted with saliva from dozens of mouths and her own slippery girl goo. As she recovered from yet another orgasm, her creamy breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath.
The bouncer noticed that even though the girl lay flat on her back, her firm young titties held their shape, pointing straight at the ceiling. In other words, she looked ravishing.
“You are a dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you?” The bouncer growled.
“No,” whimpered Courtney.
“We’ll see about that,” the bouncer said, and she picked up Courtney in her strong arms and carried her to one of the heavy oak trestle tables in the center of the room. The little brunette was utterly helpless as she was laid out amid the bottles and glasses and spilled beer.
The thickset bouncer dropped her jeans and straddled Courtney’s face, pressing her heavy thighs together. Cradling the little girl’s head in one of her meaty paws, she used two fingers of her other hand to spread open her shaved cunt lips. She had a gold ring in one of her labia.
“Eat me, little girl,” she said.
Meanwhile, Kristen arched her back as yet another shattering orgasm ripped through her slender body.
The college basketball player who’d just finished with her was exchanging high fives with her teammates.
“Please,” said Kristen, “no more. I can’t take it.”
The thin blonde teenager appeared spent. Hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her arms and legs hung limp.
“Don’t quit on me now, girl,” said Yolanda. “I need to get me some of that pretty little cootchie.”
When the little girl struggled, two of Yolanda’s teammates spread Kristen’s legs wide, while another held her arms stretched over her head. The big woman squeezed the young girl’s pussy lips together with her fingers, making her tiny clit pop out.
“Mmmmm,” she said. “That do look sweet.” Then she covered Kristen’s entire sex with her mouth, burrowing her tongue in the virgin channel, drawing out the juices from within.
“Oh, fuck,” sighed little blonde Kristen. “Oh my God… ”
Another of the black members of the team began to pinch Kristen’s fat pink nipples, making her squirm.
“Look at the size of these things,” she said.
She looked over at the table where Courtney was noisily licking the bouncer’s pierced cunt.
“Your friend seems to like eating pussy,” she said. “I think it’s your turn to show what you can do.”
She quickly climbed onto the bar and lowered her crotch to Kristen’s mouth.
Kristen had never seen a black woman’s pussy before. The outer lips were dark purple, almost black, but inside was bright pink. Not only that, the curled inner lips protruded a good inch. The smell was musky, enticing. As the other girls on the team cheered, Kristen spread the lips and began eating her first black pussy.
Waiflike blonde Kristen had eaten Courtney’s pussy for the first time less than a week before, and now here she was eating a total stranger as dozens of women and two bartenders watched, and, she loved it.
Her surrender was like throwing a switch. Suddenly everyone decided that they, too, wanted to be eaten by the cute teenagers.
Brooke had long since given up trying to maintain any sort of order.
The women crowded and jostled each other in their hurry to have Courtney and Kristen lick their gooey honey pots.
Brooke didn’t mind since most were handing her fifty, sixty, or even one hundred dollars for the privilege, and the locker room fund was growing faster than she had imagined possible.
Everyone there was affected by the sight of the two sexy teens gobbling pussy like there was no tomorrow.
When all the women who wanted the two teenagers to eat their pussies were finally through with them, a pair of women, both aging hippies, took pity and led the teenagers to the ladies’ room.
Courtney, for one, was shocked when she saw her face in the washroom mirror. Her chin, lips and cheeks were covered with drying girl cum.
“Oh, God,” she said. “What is wrong with me?” The collar around her neck spelled out exactly how she felt about herself at that moment. It’s true, she thought. I’m just a dirty fuck toy.
Kirsten cuddled her tearful friend, “Don’t cry, Courtney,” but when she saw her own reflection, she started to sob as well.
Their good Samaritans would have none of it. They dried the teenagers’ tears, helped them to wash their faces, and reapplied their makeup.
They told them they were both beautiful, and how much they had enjoyed watching them. They hugged and caressed them, and in spite of their noble intentions, the two older women were getting turned on.
“This will make you both feel better,” said one, lighting a joint.
Within a few minutes of walking into the toilet, Kristen and Courtney were each slouched in a toilet stall, smoking weed, while the two women knelt on the floor, taking turns eating their juicy cunts.
The teenagers finally emerged from the ladies room nearly half an hour later, dressed once again in their schoolgirl outfits, their hair brushed and makeup restored. They had both come at least twice, and they were both stoned for the first time in their lives.
Some of the women had left the bar during this interval, deciding they’d had enough debauchery for one night. While the bouncer was letting them out, she greeted two other women who had been waiting to get in. They quietly took seats in a dark corner. Oddly, they were both dressed in dark suits and fedoras, like 1930s gangsters.
Brooke was waiting for the two sexy teenagers, microphone in hand. Order had more or less been restored.
“Now that our two guests of honor have returned, looking much refreshed,” Brooke said, “it’s time for the second part of the evening’s entertainment. As promised, before this night is over Kristen and Courtney will be virgins no more.”
A cheer went up.
“In keeping with the purpose of this event,” Brooke went on, “we’re going to have another auction to raise more funds for the new locker room.” She looked out at her audience. “Can you guess what’s going to be on the auction block?”
“That’s right,” said Brooke, acknowledging the applause. “Up for auction is the privilege of deflowering our two young virgins. We’ll start with Kristen here. Kristen, climb up here and give everyone another look at you.”
Several women helped the child up onto the bar and none could resist touching and caressing her.
“Now then, ladies,” Brooke said, “you’ve have had a chance to sample Kristen’s charms, and you know how hot she is. And I’m sure many of you can confirm the fact that her, ah, maidenhead is still in one piece.”
Some of the women nodded at each other knowingly.
Brooke continued, “So what is it worth to take the virginity of this little blonde cutie? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We’ll start the bidding at one thousand dollars. If that’s too rich for your blood, pun intended, too fucking bad! The idea is to raise money for our alma mater, and if you don’t want to participate, you can still watch as the lucky high bidder makes a woman of our adorable little Kristen.”
Miss Jenkins, Kristen’s former fourth grade teacher, opened the bidding at $1500 but she didn’t stand a chance. On her teacher’s salary there was no way she could compete with lawyers, business executives, and the idle rich. Kristen’s virginity was finally sold to Melissa Grey, a physician who had once played for the Westchester College basketball team.
“As a pediatrician who specializes in gynecological issues, I’ve seen a lot of little girls’ hymens,” she said to crowd. “And I’ve always fantasized about ripping one open. This is a dream come true.”
“We have an assortment of toys available,” Brooke said.
“That won’t be necessary,” said Dr. Grey, who stood six feet tall. She held out her long, capable hands. “These will work just fine.”
She began by taking Kristen in her arms and kissing her tenderly. “I’m going to make this good for you,” Dr. Grey told her.
Kristen didn’t doubt her. The marijuana she’d smoked had given her a feeling of euphoria in which all her senses were heightened. When the doctor kissed and caressed her it seemed every touch went straight to her pussy. She trembled with desire as the doctor undressed her while everyone watched.
The sight of the lovely blonde girl’s body excited the crowd all over again.
Dr. Grey lifted Kristen in her arms and placed her gently on the bar.
“Give me your tongue,” she said, and when she sucked it Kristen felt such a wave of desire that she couldn’t help touching herself. The doctor kissed and nibbled on Kristen’s pointy little breasts, and the youngster moaned with need. Melissa Grey spread Kristen out with her legs wide apart and bent at the knee, almost as if she were on an exam table. The doctor explored her delicate labia, stroking the folds softly until they opened like a flower.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” said Dr. Grey.
“Oh… ” whimpered Kristen. “Oh, please… ”
Dr. Grey knew what the girl wanted and gave it to her. She quickly licked Kristen to a mind-blowing orgasm, then savored the juices that ran from within, investigating every part of the pretty blonde’s sex with her lips and tongue.
“You’re really good at that,” said Kristen, her voice dreamy.
“I’m a professional,” the doctor said, smiling at her. “Are you ready? You’re certainly wet enough.”
“I think so. I’m kinda scared.”
The little blonde girl spotted her best friend sitting nearby.
“Courtney?” she said. “Will you come and hold my hand?”
Some of the women had tears in their eyes as the two thirteen-year-olds held hands while Dr. Grey began to penetrate Kristen’s virgin fuckhole.
The physician held Kristen’s lips apart with one hand and slowly inserted her index finger. Kristen winced as her hymen stretched. When her finger was completely inside, Dr. Grey looked up.
“My fingers are plenty long enough,” she said. “But I’ll need more than one to do the job.” She sucked on two fingers, wetting them with saliva.
Dr. Grey slid two long fingers into Kristen’s hole until she met the thin membrane.
“You might feel a pinch,” she said in her best clinical voice. And then she rammed them in, shredding the little girl’s hymen.
Kristen yelped in pain, and Courtney squeezed her hand tighter.
Dr. Grey held up her bloody fingers as the crowd of women cheered. She licked the girl’s virgin blood from them and pushed them back in. She pulled them out a second time and offered them to Courtney, coated once more with the blood of her best friend.
“Mmmm,” moaned the little brunette after she sucked the doctor’s fingers. “That’s so fucking sexy, Kristen. You’re not a little girl anymore.”
The doctor put her fingers back inside the child’s tender fuck channel. “Does it still hurt?” she asked.
“A little…”
“It will feel better soon,” said Dr. Grey, as she slowly began to fuck Kristen with her fingers. She knew girls’ bodies intimately, and sought out the places where Kristen liked to be touched. She quickly found the child’s g-spot and massaged it, while thumbing her clit. Kristen thought she might swoon. She began to rock her hips in time to the doctor’s movements, faster and faster.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Kristen wailed. Her body began to spasm so violently that Courtney was afraid she might hurt herself. When she came, her body arched up from the bar like a bow drawn back to its limits. When she reached her peak, ejaculate gushed from her pussy soaking the doctor’s hand and splattering on the bar.
“Holy shit, you squirted!” said Courtney as she hugged her friend, who lay shuddering in a foetal position.
Brooke gave the two girls a few minutes to comfort each other before she announced that it was time for Courtney to take center stage. The bidding went even higher this time, with many women hoping to be the first inside the sexy teenager’s cunt. Courtney tried to feel excited, but a nagging sense of disappointment penetrated her drug-induced haze.
Where was Mrs. Lunsford?
The beautiful blonde socialite had still not appeared. Melinda had introduced Courtney to the delights of girl/girl sex. She was the first to touch the brunette teen’s breasts, the first to lick her pussy, and the first to show her how wonderful it could be to give pleasure to another woman. Courtney didn’t feel it was right to lose her virginity to anyone else.
As the auction progressed, several prominent women, including Brooke, drove the bidding higher. No one paid any attention to the two strangers in the corner. That is, until one of them effectively ended the bidding by making an offer that was more than a year’s salary for all but the wealthiest women in the room. Everyone stared as she approached the bar, the brim of her hat hiding her face.
Courtney was more than a little frightened. She was about to lose her virginity to some weirdo dressed like a man in an old movie. Maybe it was a man! One of the most important events in a girl’s life, and this was not how she’d imagined it.
“My sexy little fuck toy,” said the stranger. She took off the hat, letting her blonde hair spill over her shoulders.
“Mrs. Lunsford!” Courtney squealed. She threw her arms around Melinda and hugged her, tears of joy on her cheeks.
“Did you really think I’d let someone else fuck you first?” Melinda said.
Courtney didn’t answer, just pressed her face tight against her lover’s bosom. It reminded Melinda of the first time they’d met, when Courtney had cried on her boobs in the country club showers. She let the little girl exult in the moment before exerting her dominance once again.
“Strip,” she said, pushing Courtney away.
“But… ” said Courtney.
“Up there,” Melinda said, indicating the bar top. Courtney felt wounded by the coldness in her lover’s voice. Why treat her so cruelly when she had just spent a fortune for her virginity? Even so, she was going to be fucked by the woman she adored in front of a crowd of admiring women. Her cunt throbbed with need.
She noticed that her hands were shaking as she climbed up on the bar. More than ever, Courtney felt she had to make Melinda want her; to make every woman there want her. She needn’t have worried. Just standing there in her schoolgirl outfit had the women panting with lust. By the time she tossed the last of her clothes into the crowd, the roar was deafening.
Melinda was waiting, and several women helped Courtney down from the bar, taking the opportunity to touch her all over. As she walked through the throng dozens of hands fondled her hips, her round ass, her perfect breasts. Each touch sent sparks flickering down to her loins.
Her lover had removed her suit jacket but was still wearing the white shirt and dark trousers. A circle formed around Melinda and her still-virgin fuck toy. Melinda shoved Courtney roughly back onto a table. With every eye on her, Melinda unzipped her trousers. She reached in through the opening and pulled out a huge lifelike dildo. It stuck out obscenely like a fertility idol.
The women whooped and cheered, and Kristen noticed that even the two bartenders had come out from behind the bar to join the crowd. An attentive reader might have wondered why two healthy young men hadn’t yet joined in exploiting the teen hotties. The answer was simple: both of the men were gay. They were just not attracted to members of the opposite sex, which is why the pair was trusted to work this party. But even they were becoming aroused by the scene before them.
“Hold her,” Melinda said. At least two women held each of Courtney’s arms and legs, spreading her out wide. Lying back on the table, the girl’s cunt was at the perfect height for Melinda’s strap-on penis. “Kristen, make sure Courtney is ready.”
Kristen gladly ate her best friend’s juicy cunt as the onlookers cheered. Courtney squirmed in the grasp of all those hands. They held her securely, but couldn’t stop her hips from gyrating. She was soon moaning with pleasure. “Oh yeah, eat me! Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”
“Enough!” Melinda said, pulling Kristen roughly by the hair. “It’s time.” She lined up the head of the dildo with Courtney’s virgin vagina.
The other stranger in the corner rose from her seat and joined the circle of onlookers. No one noticed her at the fringe of the crowd – no one except Melinda, who locked eyes with her for a brief instant.
“Oh, yes, Mrs. Lunsford,” sighed Courtney as the head of the false penis slid between her fat cunt lips. “Fuck me. Go on, pop my cherry. I want you to.”
“Are you sure?” said Melinda. “Once it’s gone, you can never get it back.”
“Yes, please! Fuck me!” Courtney whimpered. “I’m yours, every bit of me. Fuck me and make me your bitch.”
Melinda looked around the circle of women. “You heard what she said, ladies. Should I give her my cock?”
The was a resounding cry of, “Yes!” from the women, and even from the two gay bartenders, who were getting more excited now that there was a dick involved, albeit a fake one.
Melinda thrust forward, and Courtney gasped as her hymen stretched. Her blonde lover gazed down into her adoring eyes. “Last chance, little girl.”
“Take me,” said Courtney, and Melinda did, shoving the thick dildo into the girl’s unexplored depths. The women cheered as Courtney cried out in pain.
“Stop! It’s too big!” squealed the teen, but Melinda paid no heed.
She thrust until the dildo bottomed out against Courtney’s cervix. The little girl’s adorable face was a picture of shock and pain. She struggled as if to escape but her arms and legs were still held firmly by the women.
Courtney was in agony as her tender young vagina stretched around the foreign invader.
“Please don’t,” she said. “It hurts.”
Melinda growled in triumph as the tears ran down her little fuck toy’s cheeks.
But as Courtney’s girlie secretions and virgin blood oozed into her channel, the big cock began to slide more easily. Even the women holding her to the table couldn’t have said exactly when the girl’s cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure, but it was pretty obvious when she began to move her hips to meet the thrusts of her older lover.
Courtney’s head thrashed from side to side as an orgasm wracked her small body.
The women rejoiced in her ultimate surrender. “Look at her!” They marveled. “She loves it!”
Numerous hands groped her thighs and breasts, and when someone kissed her lips, Courtney opened her eyes to find that it was Kristen. The girls smiled at each other and kissed deeply.
Melinda’s fake cock drove Courtney to another toe-curling orgasm.
“My work here is done,” Melinda said, pulling the dildo from Courtney’s still-bleeding pussy. “She’s all yours, ladies.”
“No!” Courtney said. “Please, Mrs. Lunsford, fuck me some more…” But Melinda was already walking away. The women surrounding the sexy thirteen-year-old fell on her like wolves on a wounded animal.
Miss Jenkins, Kristen’s former teacher, happened to be in the right place at the right time. She was on her knees between Courtney’s legs in seconds, licking up the young girl’s cum and virgin blood.
She was followed by at least a dozen more, each relishing her chance to taste the lovely young girl one more time. Courtney’s hymen was in tatters, but she was still only thirteen and she was still delicious.
Even Kristen took a turn. She couldn’t resist her best friend’s cunt, sloppy as it was with girl cum and saliva. Sweet Kristen was gratified that she was able to make Courtney reach orgasm again, even as she trembled with exhaustion.
A few of the women got up on the table and rubbed their wet pussies on Courtney’s face. The little brunette was helpless to stop them even if she had wanted to, pinned as she was by numerous hands.
Finally the women had all taken a turn with little Courtney, all except one. The mysterious woman in the dark suit and fedora knelt between the young girl’s sticky legs and removed her hat. Kristen’s mouth fell open in shock.
“At last, it’s my turn,” she said.
Courtney knew the voice instantly, of course. But no! It couldn’t be! Not here! Not now! She raised her head and pushed a sweaty lock of hair out of her eyes.
“Mom?” she said.
The End
Summer Love Chapter 6
by callmeQ67
Kristen said, “I’m scared, Courtney. I want to go home,” but she was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen.
The first thing Courtney had noticed when they entered the bar was the noise. The music was loud and so were the voices of the patrons. Then she saw that except for the two bartenders, everyone in the place was female. The joint was entirely filled with women drinking, laughing, and talking.
“Don’t worry,” said Courtney with false bravado. “Mrs. Lunsford will take care of us. Everything will be okay.”
The girls looked around for Melinda Lunsford, Courtney’s suburban socialite lover, but didn’t see her anywhere. They turned to Mrs. Leslie for answers but she had disappeared. The young teenagers began to get truly frightened, thinking Brooke had abandoned them. They may have been only thirteen years old, but they weren’t stupid. They knew what kind of place they were in.
Suddenly the music stopped, and there was Mrs. Leslie standing at the bar with a microphone in her hand.
“Good evening ladies!” she said, her voice booming from speakers by the dance floor. “Welcome to the twelfth annual fundraiser for Westchester College women’s athletics!”
There was some polite applause from the crowd.
“I’m Brooke Leslie, class of 1995, with tonight’s entertainment. As you all know, we’re here tonight to raise money for new locker room facilities for the Westchester Lions women’s basketball team.”
A cheer went up from a group of unusually tall young women.
Brooke continued, “Last year, the men’s basketball team got a brand new locker room, but the college refused to buy new facilities for the ladies. Is that fair?”
“No!” the crowd roared.
“Fucking right it isn’t!” said Brooke, “so tonight we’re here to take matters into our own hands, and give our Lady Lions the state-of-the-art facilities they deserve!”
More shouts of approval from the crowd.
“To help us, I’ve brought along two very special guests, but before I introduce them, I have a question for all of you.”
Here she paused for effect, making eye contact with many of the women.
“The question is: ‘Do you like pussy?’”
Some of the women cheered, while others laughed nervously.
“Do you like sweet, beautiful, fresh, unsullied teenage pussy?”
Another, louder cheer, and Courtney and Kristen traded stunned looks. Courtney looked towards the door, but a circle of women had formed around them blocking any possible escape route.
“Well then, ladies,” Brooke went on, “I think you’re going to enjoy tonight’s entertainment, and we’re going to raise shed loads of money for that new locker room.”
Brooke held up her hands to quiet the applause. She approached a woman standing at the front of the crowd. The woman was about thirty, attractive, if a bit plump, wearing jeans and a Westchester College sweatshirt. She was holding a pint glass of beer.
“What’s your name?” Brooke asked.
“Joanne,” the woman answered, leaning in towards the mic.
“Let me ask you something, Joanne. When was the last time you tasted a thirteen-year-old virgin’s pussy?” She held out the microphone so everyone could hear the response.
“Ah, never,” said Joanne, laughing.
“Would you like to?”
“Oh, my God, yes! That’s my biggest fantasy,” Joanne said, her words almost drowned out by the whistles and laughter of her friends.
“Then this is your lucky night, Joanne,” said Brooke. “Tonight we have not one, but two gorgeous thirteen-year-old virgins here to fulfill your fantasies.”
As the crowd roared its approval, the circle of women closed in on the two young girls.
“Courtney, Kristen,” Brooke said, “you’re needed front and center.”
The crowd parted for the two nervous teenagers, urging them forward. The girls had been at the back of the crowd, and Joanne didn’t see them until they reached the bar.
Her mouth fell open.
Here were two exceptionally pretty girls, both clearly underage, one slim and blonde, the other brunette, with rather pronounced curves for her age.
Both girls were dressed in white blouses with no evidence of a bra showing. They wore very short pleated tartan skirts and white knee socks. And most stunning of all, both girls were wearing thick leather collars inscribed with the words ‘FUCK TOY’ in shiny metallic block letters.
“What do you think, Joanne?” said Brooke.
“I can’t believe it!” Joanne gushed. “They’re gorgeous!”
“They are, aren’t they?” Brooke looked out into the crowd. “And ladies…” She paused, lowering her voice. “… I promise you that neither has been defiled by man or boy. But you don’t have to take my word for it. You’ll soon be able to inspect them for yourselves. And taste them, and lick them, and suck them. You can do anything but take their cherries.”
Another pause, with a few groans of disappointment from the crowd.
“That comes later,” Brooke added, to hoots and more cheers.
The two young friends looked at each other in horror. Melinda had told them only that they were going to a fund-raising event for her college, but it seemed that they were to be the entertainment for a lust-crazed pack of lesbians. And what was that business about ‘later’?
“Jack,” said Brooke, addressing one of the bartenders. “Our guests look nervous. I think they need a little liquid courage. How about some shooters for Kristen and Courtney?”
“Coming right up,” said the bartender, and quickly mixed a shaker of kamikazes. He poured two glasses and slid them across the bar.
Brooke gave the drinks to the girls, saying, “Drink up. You’ll like it.”
Courtney took a sip. Brooke was right, she did like it. The kamikaze tasted like lemonade.
“Come on, girls, bottoms up,” said Brooke. “The crowd is getting restless.”
Courtney looked at her best friend and shrugged. She raised the glass and drank it down. Kristen followed Courtney’s lead and drank. An unfamiliar warmth spread through her small body, all the way to her fingers and toes.
“Okay, one more,” said Brooke, handing them each another glass. The girls quickly drained their glasses. Courtney began to relax as the alcohol hit her brain.
“Now then, let’s get a better look at our two little hotties,” said Brooke’s voice through the loudspeakers. “I need a big, strong girl to give our young ladies a lift.”
“Yolanda! Yolanda!” shouted the basketball players. As the others cheered, one of them stood and approached the bar.
The center on the team, Yolanda was six foot five and over two hundred pounds. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate, and her hair was done in braids that fell to her shoulders. She dwarfed the two thirteen-year-olds, and even Brooke, who was close to six feet tall, had to stretch to kiss her.
“Yolanda, sweetie, could you give our two guests a hand up onto the bar?”
Yolanda said nothing, just grinned and took Courtney by her hips and lifted her to the bar top as easily as if she were a baby. Then she did the same with Kristen. The two young friends looked out at the crowd of women, then at each other.
“Now, girls,” said Brooke into the mic. “Why don’t you just let everyone have a good look at you?”
Then she spoke to a woman standing next to the juke box. “Maggie, some music, please?”
Maggie chose a CD and soon the slow, smoky beat of a classic blues number filled the place.
The thudding of the bass reverberated up through the bar to Courtney’s feet, and she started moving to the music. She looked at Kristen and saw that her friend could feel it too.
The two girls held each other by the hand and danced. Some of the women in the crowd whistled and cheered, while others watched in silence. It seemed impossible that two such beautiful young girls were dancing there on the bar, and they didn’t want to do anything that might break the spell.
There is something irresistible about childish innocence merging with nascent teenage hormonal urges.
The women needn’t have worried about any spell. The searing electric guitar seemed to set Courtney’s loins on fire, and she ground her crotch against Kristen’s hip.
Kristen spun her friend around so she could grind against Courtney’s round butt.
For the two young girls it was incredibly arousing to be the object of lust for so many women.
The crowd was going wild, some women screamed at the girls to take off their clothes, while others shouted, “Kiss each other!”
Courtney turned and wrapped her arms around Kristen. They kissed, softly at first, then with ever greater abandon, sucking each other’s tongues sloppily. Their legs were entwined, their hips moving to the beat, pussies rubbing on bare thighs.
Clapton sang:
“Have you ever loved a woman,
So much you tremble in pain?
Yes, have you ever loved a woman,
So much you tremble in pain?”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Kristen said in her friend’s ear.
“I know,” said Courtney. “But I want you so bad right now.”
She began to unbutton Kristen’s white blouse. When it was loose, she turned Kristen’s back to the crowd and began to peel the shirt slowly from her friend’s shoulders. Then she stopped and looked out at the crowd of women, as if to ask for their approval.
The women cheered as Courtney lowered the shirt down Kristen’s back. The cuffs of the blouse were still around Kristen’s wrists when Courtney turned her to face the crowd. Kristen was embarrassed by the small, undeveloped breasts high on her girlish chest, but the women seemed to love them. Her pale pink aureoles were even puffier than usual from all the excitement.
With Kristen’s hands still tangled up in the sleeves, Courtney reached around her friend’s body and squeezed both her fat nipples while kissing her neck. The crowd loved it.
When Kristen finally worked her hands free, she returned the favor and unbuttoned Courtney’s blouse. She knew the audience would go nuts when they saw those tits, so she kept her friend’s back to the crowd to ratchet up the suspense. She removed Courtney’s shirt entirely, then lifted the hem of her skirt to display her friend’s luscious round ass. It looked incredibly sexy with only a thin strip of lace thong wedged in her crack.
Several women reached out to stroke the girls’ legs, but Brooke pushed them back.
Courtney looked over her shoulder in mock fright, a finger in her mouth. The shouts and chanting grew until, with perfect dramatic timing, Kristen held her friend by the shoulders and turned her toward the horde of women.
Just as she had expected, they went berserk. And who could blame them? At age thirteen, Courtney already wore a C-cup, and her perfectly shaped breasts jutted out as if scornful of gravitational laws.
“Lick them! Suck them!” shouted the onlookers.
Kristen bent to do just that, first licking the hard nipples. Then she fell to her knees to lick the underside of those sweet tits, her head tilted back. Courtney turned sideways to the crowd to give everyone a good view as she held a fistful of blonde hair while her slender friend lavished attention on her aching nipples.
Courtney knelt to face Kristen and unbuttoned her friend’s skirt before pushing her gently onto her back. The slender teen’s long blonde hair spread out like a cloud around her head and spilled over the edge of the bar. Courtney pulled the skirt completely off and spread Kristen’s legs. With a naughty wink at the crowd, Courtney licked the crotch of her friend’s lacy thong panties.
“Very sexy, girls,” Brooke said. “Kristen, I bet you’d like Courtney to eat your pussy right about now?”
Kristen was too shy to answer, but she looked up at Brooke with need written all over her face.
“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes,’ ” said Brooke, “someone’s going to eat your pussy all right, but it won’t be Courtney.”
The two teenagers looked at her in confusion.
“Here’s how it’s going to work, ladies,” Brooke said, addressing the room. “If you’d like to eat some thirteen-year-old virgin pussy, you need to make a donation towards the new locker room. Let’s say twenty dollars. You’ll each get three minutes. If you can make one of these fuck toys come during your three minutes, you’ll get your twenty dollars back. Understood?”
“Yeah!” roared the crowd.
“The only other rule is: no insertions,” Brooke said. “No fingers or anything else inside their cunts. They’re both, ah, intact, and they’re going to stay intact… for now.”
So the two lovely thirteen-year-olds were laid out on the bar top, slim blonde Kristen in only her lacy thong panties and white knee socks, and precociously buxom Courtney still wearing her little pleated skirt.
The women queued up to have a taste of sweet virgin snatch, and Joanne was first in line to sample Courtney’s charms.
“You’re so beautiful,” said the older woman to the dark-haired child, as she raised her skirt and kissed her inner thighs.
“Please,” Courtney said, “don’t make me wait.”
Joanne didn’t even bother to remove the girl’s panties. She just pulled them to one side, inhaled deeply, and began exploring the wonders of Courtney’s yummy girl parts.
Her friends were egging her on, but Joanne barely heard them. She was making the most of her three minutes.
“It’s so delicious,” she said during a brief pause for air, then dove back in, sucking Courtney’s prominent curled labia minora into her mouth. The little girl sighed with pleasure.
Kristen was being licked expertly by a woman in her early forties, but she was too self conscious to enjoy it… at first.
The woman had gasped when she removed Kristen’s panties and saw her rosy, almost hairless young cunt. The outer lips were puffy and full, the inner lips completely hidden, and the fine blonde hairs adorning her mound did nothing to hide her delicate slit.
Soon, the knowing mouth on her pussy began to have an effect, and Kristen’s inhibitions faded.
The little blonde girl and the older woman fell into a rhythm; Kristen raising her hips each time the tongue drove between her labia and met her clit. She began to moan.
“Time!” said Brooke, and the two women reluctantly left off their feasting. Two more eagerly took their places.
Again, time was called just as Kristen and her partner were finding their rhythm. The slim blonde had forgotten the crowd as her need began to grow.
Twice more the women eating her brought her to the edge of climax just as time elapsed, and her frustration became intense.
The next woman was overweight, about fifty, with short dark hair. “You can’t imagine how long I’ve been dreaming about this,” the woman said, and Kristen realized it was her fourth grade teacher.
“Miss Jenkins!” she said, and squeezed her legs together, mortified.
“Oh, no you don’t,” said Miss Jenkins, and pried Kristen’s legs apart. “I’ve thought you were beautiful since you were nine years old, and I never believed I’d have this chance. I’m going to make you feel soooo good.”
Unlike the women before her, she didn’t start licking right away. She feasted her eyes on Kristen’s slender young body, and kissed her immature breast buds. “So pretty,” said the frustrated lesbian schoolteacher, as she kissed her way down the flat belly. The little blonde’s sex was a wet glistening invitation.
“Your skin is so soft,” said Miss Jenkins, rubbing her face on Kristen’s inner thigh as she stroked the girl’s sex with her fingertips.
With her smoldering eyes locked on Kristen’s, the stout fourth grade teacher finally, tenderly, lowered her mouth to the young blonde’s pussy. Something about the intensity of those eyes made Kristen’s heart skip a beat and her fuckhole flooded with juice.
“Oh my gosh,” said the teenager.
The schoolteacher’s tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, scooping up girl cream and slathering Kristen’s tiny pink clit. The older woman was devouring the little girl’s cunt like it was her last meal, burying her face in sweet young pussy as Kirsten grabbed her teacher’s head with both hands, her narrow hips thrusting up from the sticky bar.
“Oh yes,” cried the blonde teen in her reedy little girl voice. “That’s it! Just like that! Oh, my God, don’t stop! Ooooooooooooohhh!” she wailed, her thin trembling legs wrapped around her former teacher’s head.
Meanwhile, Courtney was being eaten by her first black woman, a conservatively dressed business executive with graying hair. Courtney reached out and found her best friend’s hand, and held it as Kristen reached a second searing orgasm.
Hearing her friend’s girlish cries of rapture finally pushed Courtney over the edge. Kristen felt her friend’s grip tighten as Courtney succumbed to the mouth on her dripping sex, her nubile body shuddering.
Seeing… and hearing… the two beautiful thirteen-year-olds orgasm together was easily the most erotic thing most of the women there had ever witnessed, and many quietly slid hands inside their clothes to touch themselves. Brooke handed each of the women a twenty-dollar bill.
“Here’s your money back, ladies,” she said. “You’ve earned it.”
“No, you keep it for the locker room fund,” said Miss Jenkins. “It was worth a lot more to me than twenty dollars.” And she handed Brooke another twenty to queue up for a second turn.
It seemed that the girls’ orgasms had opened the floodgates.
Kristen began to come almost continuously. Each time she thought it couldn’t get any more intense, the next orgasm lifted her higher and higher until the world around her ceased to exist. Time stood still. Her innocent young face contorted with ecstasy, Kristen no longer cared that her wanton behavior was on display. The little blonde girl’s cries reached a fever pitch.
The crowd surged in around the two young girls, pushing each ‘donor’ out of the way as soon as her turn ended. Brooke could no longer hold back the queue, and Courtney and Kristen were surrounded by women. They all wanted to touch the two young beauties, who quickly became lost in an overload of sensation. Hands were everywhere on their bodies, stroking their soft skin, squeezing their smooth legs and their lovely ripening breasts.
Brooke’s pockets were stuffed with twenties, and the bar was scattered with assorted greenbacks. She quit bothering to time the women.
Courtney had two women eating her cunt at once. One was tongue-fucking her hole while the other sucked her clit. Her squeals of pleasure reached the bouncer at the door.
The burly, tattooed bouncer had been thinking all evening about the two underage cuties with the FUCK TOY collars around their necks. She resented Brooke for her wealth and good looks, and it drove her to distraction that Brooke might have already had her way with the two pretty teens. She herself could only dream of sexing up young girls like that, and if there was a chance of doing so now she didn’t want to miss it.
She went inside and locked the door.
Continue on to Chapter 7
Play Date
Adapted by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets
Note from JetBoy: This initiates a new series of stories to appear at Juicy Secrets: items from my rather largish library of lesbian fiction that come from… well, I know not where. I compiled thousands of stories before realizing the wisdom of noting A) the author’s name, and B) the website from whence it came. Foolish, I know. All of these are works that I tweaked somewhat — fixing errors, editing out unwanted male sex partners, but mostly expanding the text — which nearly always means adding more sex.
Some of these are simply too good to keep hidden away… so the idea will be to post the story, while encouraging anyone who knows the original (or even better, happened to write the original in the first place) to contact us. In most cases, if the author is willing, we’ll be happy to post the authentic story — and in all cases, we will immediately take ours down if the author so desires.
Thanks, and enjoy!
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Sarah had such an incredibly sexy ass that I couldn’t keep myself from stealing glances at it. She wore a thin, lavender muslin skirt and a halter top. Sunlight spilled through the window where she stood, making her long brown hair seem nearly golden. The shape of her body was obvious through her clothes.
I leaned back into the couch, sipping Chardonnay and trying to stay calm. I wanted to play this cool, to figure out how she felt about love between women before I tried anything, but she kept her house chilly, and I could feel my nipples getting hard beneath my dress. I supposed there was no way I could hide that. I just sort of grinned. If I was very lucky, it would turn her on.
She turned back to me and smiled. “Well, the girls seem to be getting along fine,” she said.
I was here on the pretext of a play date for our daughters, who were now in the backyard. They had ballet class together, where I had met Sarah. She was the most attractive of the other mothers, single, and about my age. I had heard through the grapevine that she’d had a bad breakup with the father, and wasn’t dating right now. Perhaps she had given up on men. I could only hope…
She came back, sat down opposite me, and poured herself some more wine.
“You have a lovely house,” I said.
“Thanks.”
She took a sip and leaned back, gazing at me. She seemed very comfortable. I wasn’t. I felt my cheeks start to redden from her attention.
Sarah just kept scrutinizing me. She had the loveliest soft brown eyes, too.
I had never been the aggressive sort, preferring to play things out slowly with a potential lover. To be honest, I had always been a bit awkward at this. Plus, I reminded myself, our daughters are just outside. So I sat there, excited but flustered. It took all of my willpower to refrain from touching myself.
All that being said, I suspected that it was obvious how I felt about Sarah.
Summoning my courage, I smiled at her, looking into her eyes. Then I let my gaze drift down, over her chest. Her breasts were nice and shapely. She wore no bra, and her halter left plenty exposed. She had a nice flat tummy, with a bit of definition to her abs. Her legs were lean and athletic, and lightly tanned. She had kicked off her shoes earlier, when we arrived. Her feet seemed delicate, compared to the rest of her. They were nestled in the plush white carpet.
She parted her legs a bit and gave me a knowing smile. I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t any intention of doing anything with Sarah today, not with my little girl there. I just wanted to get to know her, to find out if she was interested.
It was pretty clear that she was.
The girls came in laughing and holding hands. Kelsey, my daughter, was ten. She was wearing a little blue jumper dress and had her black hair up in curls. I thought she looked perfectly adorable, even if her knees and elbows were dirty from playing outside.
Ashley, Sarah’s daughter, was eleven. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She had her mother’s brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, and a cute elfin face. She stood a few inches taller than Kelsey, and was dragging her along into the house. Both girls were glistening in the shaft of sunlight that spilled through the open door.
“Mom,” Ashley blurted out, “We’re thirsty. Can we get some lemonade?”
I straightened up and tried to seem relaxed, not wanting the girls to see me in such an obvious state of arousal. Sarah seemed to have no such qualms, though. She sat just as she was, legs parted, a hungry look in her eyes.
“Sure,” she responded.
The girls went to skip past us toward the kitchen when Sarah stopped them.
“Sweetie…” she said, “You’re forgetting the kiss tax.”
Ashley giggled. “Sorry, Mom.”
“In our house, we have a kiss tax,” she said to me. Every time you go into the kitchen for a drink or snacks while someone is sitting here in the living room, you have to pay a forfeit of one kiss.”
Ashley went up to her mother, leaned in and and hugged her. Then she looked over at me a bit warily, as if deciding something. She planted a cute little kiss on Sarah’s cheek.
“And Kelsey, I know you’re a guest here, but you have to pay the kiss tax too.”
She beckoned Kelsey to come to her. It was all a bit weird, but I did nothing to stop it. Kelsey had always been an affectionate girl, and loved to give and receive hugs. It was just a bit disturbing to see my little girl embrace a woman I was longing to fuck.
Sarah took Kelsey up into her arms, giving her a big hug. “You’re such a pretty little girl,” she said, “Simply delightful.”
Kelsey had a great big smile on her face as she hugged Sarah back. They kissed each other on the cheek.
“Mmmmm,” Sarah cooed. She gave Kelsey a little pat on her bottom, then looked over at me and gave me a big smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but said nothing.
As for Sarah’s daughter Ashley, she just stood there, studying me.
“All right, girls,” Sarah then said, “you have to pay Audrey the kiss tax, too.”
The girls approached me. Kelsey was closer, and got there first. She crawled into my lap and embraced me. I felt my heart race with a sudden excitement — perhaps because I’d been thinking about sex all afternoon, and was so aroused that even hugging my little girl was enough to intensify the heat between my legs. I was on fire, my heart singing with adoration for my little girl as we kissed each other warmly on the cheek.
I caressed her softly, my sweet little daughter with her dark curls. Her slender body, covered by a soft cotton jumper, pressed against mine. Something lurid passed through my consciousness, a sudden impulse to kiss her on the mouth. I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten. My body hungered for love like it never had before and I was quaking with the need for release, but I couldn’t let Kelsey see that.
Then Kelsey drew away, and Ashley lightly touched my arm, as if she was waiting for permission to kiss me. She had her mother’s soft brown eyes, and I could feel myself falling into them.
I took the sweet nymph into my arms and hugged her. How could I not?
She embraced me warmly, tenderly. I felt my hard nipples brushing against her body through the dress I wore.
I let out an involuntary little sigh, my eyes drifting shut. It isn’t wrong to hug and kiss little girls, I reminded myself. That I’m turned on right now, holding Ashley… just a coincidence. It’s her mother I want. Only her.
I felt Ashley’s lips brush against my cheek, then again. Angel-soft little kisses. They were luscious. Then they strayed to my mouth!
It was a tiny kiss, then another — brief, barely even a touch. My eyes flickered open. She sat back looking at me, deciding. Then she kissed me again. I let her. My lips parted, just a bit.
I was kissing a little girl on the mouth. In front of her mother. In front of my daughter.
“Okay, you’re all paid up, honey,” Sarah said, just in time to keep me from bringing my tongue into play. “You girls go on and enjoy your lemonade.”
Ashley drew away from me. I glanced over at Kelsey, not knowing how she might have reacted to seeing me kiss her new friend that way. She seemed a little puzzled, but nothing more. Then Ashley seized her hand, leading Kelsey into the kitchen.
“M-my God,” I whispered, once they’d left the room.
Sarah smiled at me. “That was a bit much for you, huh?” she said.
“Look, I’m so sorry. I don’t ever act like that.”
“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m very open with Ashley about love and sex. She obviously figured out that you like me, and was just playing with you.”
I gaped at her, my heart suddenly racing.
“You do like me, don’t you?” she asked.
“Oh God, yes,” I blurted out.
She smiled hugely. “I like you too. Very much, I think. Why don’t we send the girls up to Ashley’s room and we can go to mine. My daughter knows not to disturb me there. Will Kelsey be all right?”
I began to speak, hesitated. “She doesn’t know about my, um… liking women.”
Sarah gave me a thoughtful smile. “Perhaps it’s time she found out.”
This was not how I had planned things. Sarah got up and walked to the kitchen, and I stared at her legs and ass as she passed. Almost involuntarily, I reached up to lightly brush one of my nipples. It felt divine. There was a rising dampness between my legs.
I nodded to myself. Yes. It was time that Kelsey found out about me. Finally.
Taking a deep breath, I followed Sarah into the kitchen. The girls were fumbling with a big pitcher of lemonade, evidently pouring their second glasses.
When I entered, Sarah reached for my hand. “Girls,” she said, “Audrey and I want to be alone for awhile. Do you think you could both go upstairs to play, and not come out until we call?”
The girls looked at us. Ashley seemed to understand exactly what was going on. She smiled and said, “All right, Mom. Have fun.”
Kelsey looked confused, though, so I went to her.
“Sweetie,” I said, “Sarah and I are becoming more than just friends. Do you understand that?”
“Uh… I’m not sure.”
“I have a lot of warm feelings for her. Adult feelings. She and I want to be together alone, to… explore those feelings.”
“Like you both are girlfriends?” she asked.
“Sort of, sweetie, yes.”
“They’re just gonna get all lovey-dovey and kissy,” Ashley giggled. “C’mon, let’s go to my room and play.” She grabbed Kelsey by the hand and pulled her away, leading her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. Kelsey looked back at me, still puzzled.
“She’ll be fine,” Sarah said, wrapping her arm around my waist. She leaned into me. I felt her breast press against my arm. My body responded.
The girls disappeared up the stairs. Then I heard them both giggle.
“See, they’re perfectly okay,” Sarah said. She kissed my cheek gently.
I stopped worrying about Kelsey, turned to my new friend and returned her kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I moaned in delight, melting into her embrace.
We kissed hungrily for a minute or so, then Sarah gently drew away. “Come with me,” she murmured.
I followed her up the stairs, my hand on her ass most of the way. We passed a door that said KEEP OUT in big magenta letters. I heard the girls chattering and laughing on the other side as we continued down the hall to the door at the end. Sarah led me inside, then shut the door firmly before shoving me against it. I gasped in a mixture of surprise and sexual heat.
She kissed me hotly, probing with her tongue. I fondled her ass, the thin fabric of her skirt and panties offering little resistance to my exploring fingers. I pressed between her legs, feeling the back of her skirt grow damp to the touch. She moaned, grinding her pelvis into mine. I allowed my fingers to drift upward, to where her asshole should be, and pressed between her cheeks.
“Oh fuck,” she muttered. I was touching her through two layers of fabric, but I could tell I was in the right place. “So you’re into that.”
“College left me with two worthwhile things,” I said. “Kelsey, and my taste for women’s asses.”
“Ooooh,” she moaned, gripping me tightly, her eyes wide as I fingered Sarah’s anus through her clothes.
“Do you like it?”
“Mmmmm, It feels fucking great. D-don’t stop.”
I smiled. I began to feel relaxed, in control. Everything had been so weird, awkward, and nervous so far, but now I had her ass, and she loved it.
I positioned her on the bed, up on all fours, then unfastened her skirt, dropping it to the floor. Her panties were a sheer lilac floral print, so pretty that they literally made my pussy tingle. I bent to give her a few gentle kisses through the fabric, then the panties came off, too.
Her ass was like a dream… like a juicy pink peach, full and fleshy, jiggling deliciously when I gave her a light smack.
Kneeling behind Sarah, I parted her cheeks with both hands. Her rosebud was tiny and smooth, her pussy was and delicate, with swollen labia. I leaned in and licked both with one stroke of the tongue. She moaned. I moaned. Her taste was heavenly.
I licked her anus again, trailing my tongue through the puckered cleft, then gave it a wet, sucking kiss. I felt her whole body tense up. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”
I pressed in my tongue, hard, and reached the fleshy inner parts of her asshole. It tasted metallic, and slightly sweet.
“Mmmm… your ass tastes great!” I exclaimed, raising my head. Then, parting her cheeks as widely as possible, I pushed my tongue into her rectum, fucking it in and out. By now, my cunt was throbbing like a idling engine, so I pulled up my dress and groped myself while I ate her ass.
“Holy fuck,” she said, “No one has ever done this to me before…”
“Really?” I asked, breathing heavily, still nuzzling her crack, “I got the impression you were pretty experienced.”
“I am! But this… this is some wild kinky shit.”
“But do you like it?” I cooed.
She twisted her head around, flashing me a bad-girl smile. “I fucking love it,” she gasped.
I grinned back. “Cool. Then you can do it to me.”
I gave her pussy and ass one more wet lick… and when Sarah rolled over and onto her back, I climbed on top of her, then crushed my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss.
She moaned as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, then broke away, eyes wild, panting for breath.
“Do you like how you taste?” I asked.
“Mmmyeah… it’s yummy,” she sighed.
“Good. Now lick me that way,” I said.
I’ve spent most of my life as a shy and awkward woman. But whenever I get past that shyness… well, let’s just say I let myself go completely.
Sarah had a big smile on her face. It made me hot. Clearly, she was ready to play my game.
I got on all fours and she knelt behind me. I felt her lift the hem of my dress and stroke my ass through the silk lingerie I wore. I was biting my lip, trembling in anticipation as she slowly slid my panties down. Then… nothing. I turned a bit and looked at her. Sitting back on her haunches, she removed her halter top and tossed it aside. Her breasts were lovely and round, with plump pink nipples. They had a nice natural sag to them that looked very motherly.
She fed her beautiful little girl from those, I thought… and suddenly I had a vision of her eleven-year-old daughter, curled in her mommy’s lap and nursing from Sarah’s breasts. Damn, I told myself, why can’t I stop thinking about Ashley?
I pushed that thought out of my mind. I didn’t want to go there. I arched my butt a bit further into the air, waiting for Sarah to pleasure me.
My skirt had fallen back down, and she pressed her hand tightly against my aching mound. I moaned. It felt so fucking good, but I wanted her to rim me.
“Lick my ass, damn it,” I moaned.
She kept caressing my pussy.
Oh, my fucking God… she had seen right through me! It was our first time together, but she just naturally understood that I was more of a sub than I seemed.
“Please, Sarah… please eat my ass,” I gasped.
Sarah took her hand away from my cunt and lifted my dress again, but she still didn’t give my anus the attention it craved. Instead, she began kissing my thighs and lightly caressing my bottom. Feather-light touches, not the frenzied assault I craved.
She was making me wait. I was building up like a seismic rumble about to turn into a fucking earthquake, and she was teasing me.
I knew, at that moment, that she was the perfect lover for me.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Oh, please, Sarah.”
“What do you want me to do-ooo?” she crooned.
“Rim me, lick my asshole.”
“Are you a dirty little slut?”
“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
Sarah’s voice turned hard, insistent. “Then say it. Don’t make me drag it out of you.”
“I… I’m a dirty little slut.”
“Yes you are…”
I closed my eyes, trying to relax, but my heart was running like sixty. This was turning out even better than I could have imagined.
Her tongue! There, it was slipping through my crack. I shuddered and moaned, reaching back with one hand to spread my cheeks apart. “Oh, yes,” I whispered breathlessly, “yes!”
I felt a line of warm wetness gliding up and down between my buttocks, heard the sound of slurping and kissing. Wanting to bare myself completely for Sarah, I fumbled for the clasp of my skirt, unfastened it and cast it aside.
Now we were both naked but for our socks. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable, the most secret parts of me hers to use as she pleased.
“Should I put a finger in?” she asked.
“If you want,” I gasped out. “My ass b-belongs to you, lover.”
There was a pleased note in her voice. “How many?”
I wanted her to ravage me, tear me apart. “As many as you can.”
It must have been three. They felt enormous, stretching my rectum. There was pain, but it was glorious. I let out a long, hoarse moan. She pumped her fingers in and out, and I rocked my hips with the motion. I was going to come very soon.
Then I heard Kelsey’s voice cry out. The air conditioner had stopped, and the sound must have carried through the vent.
“What was that?” I panted, pulling away, feeling her fingers withdraw from me.
“It’s just the girls playing,” she said.
I’d been so close to coming, God damn it — but I was a mother first.
I stood, reaching for my skirt. “I’m going to check on them.” My legs were wobbly. I tried to breathe normally, but really couldn’t.
“Wait,” she said, “Don’t go. I still have a nanny cam installed. We can check from here without disturbing them.”
She reached for a remote, turning on the TV. She clicked through some complex menus, then an image of Ashley’s room popped up, and our two girls were there.
I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw, and the sight nearly flattened me. Ashley was licking my daughter’s slit.
They were on Ashley’s bed. Kelsey was on her back, the hem of her dress pushed up around her waist. Ashley was lying prone between her legs, naked except for a pair of sheer pink panties. The image was a bit grainy, but I could see her fingers spreading Kelsey open, her tongue flicking in and out of my daughter’s vagina.
“I can get sound, too,” Sarah said, flatly. She fumbled with the remote a bit, and suddenly I heard the sound of Kelsey’s moans.
I could have reacted in many different ways. I could have shrieked, horrified. I could have cried, devastated, broken. I could have been overcome by the beauty of the two girls. I could have felt tenderness, and love.
Kelsey’s face was rapt with pleasure. She let out a long moan and stroked Ashley’s hair.
I sat down heavily on the side of Sarah’s bed and watched as my little girl experienced lesbian sex. Is it her first time? I wondered. It must be.
Sarah sat beside me and put her arm around me. She whispered, “Are you okay?”
My head was spinning, my body numb… but somehow I found the strength to reply. “Um… give me a minute to figure that out.”
“Oh, wow, that feels good!” It was Kelsey’s voice, ringing out over the speaker. She sure didn’t sound like a ten year old.
Sarah stroked me gently and kissed my cheek. “It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” she cooed.
Suddenly I knew that Sarah was right. It was beautiful. I brushed my nipples with trembling fingers, feeling my arousal grow. Ashley’s pert bottom, concealed by those little pink panties, was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen. The way her butt squirmed and gyrated was downright hypnotic.
“Ashley’s a dirty little girl, isn’t she?” I said. “God, she’s… she’s fucking my daughter.”
Sarah smiled. “And if things work out the way they should, Kelsey will be fucking her.”
What could I do? I sat and watched as Kelsey’s pleasure grew. Her face was angelic. I so dearly loved her… how could I deny my little girl this happiness?
I turned and gave Sarah a deep kiss. “In answer to your question…” I took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m fine with this. You’re right — they are beautiful together.”
“Good,” Sarah said, “Let’s go tell them, then. Let’s tell them they are beautiful and that we love them, and we’re happy that they’ve found one another.”
I frowned. “Shouldn’t we, um… wait until they finish?”
Sarah just smiled and took my hand. “Come,” she said, leading me toward the door.
“Aren’t we going to put our clothes on?” I gasped.
She shook her head. “Let’s be completely open with the girls,” she replied. “I want them to know about you and me.” She laughed. “After all… aren’t they lovers too?”
Heart racing, I followed her into the hall. Good grief, what was I getting myself into?
We went up to the door with the magenta KEEP OUT sign. She knocked lightly, then said, “Girls, we’re coming in.”
She opened the door and we entered. They were still in bed, but Kelsey had scrambled away from her little lover and was pressing her dress down. Ashley had rolled over and was smiling at us, her mouth wet from my daughter’s sex.
“Hi, Mommy. Hi, Audrey,” she said, “Kelsey’s pussy tastes great.”
My daughter looked as if she was about to burst into tears. “It’s okay, honey,” I hastened to assure her. “You aren’t in any kind of trouble, I promise.”
Sarah sat down next to Kelsey and put an arm around her shoulders, her bare breasts inches from my daughter’s face.
“Kelsey, dear,” she said, “Your mother and I know what you were doing, and it’s okay. We think it’s a wonderful thing that you and Ashley are so close. Right, Audrey?”
I nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with two girls making each other feel good, hon. It’s a loving, beautiful thing.”
“I told you it would be fine,” Ashley chirped, giving Kelsey a knowing grin. “Mommy and Audrey were doing the same stuff anyway. That’s why they don’t have any clothes on, see?”
I looked at Kelsey. She was blushing furiously, but had relaxed a bit. “Did it feel good, dear, having Ashley lick you?” I asked, figuring that the best way to prove I wasn’t upset was to ask her about it.
Suddenly she smiled bashfully, nodding her head. “Oh yes, Mommy. It felt really nice.”
Kelsey almost never called me ‘Mommy’ anymore. It was sweet that she’d choose to do so at a time like this. The pleasure she had just enjoyed made my little girl so incredibly beautiful that it warmed my heart to look at her.
“You two can keep making love,” Sarah said, “Don’t let us stop you. We’d like to watch.”
Eyes flashing excitedly, Ashley rolled back over between Kelsey’s legs and started to lift her skirt. Sarah was still sitting next to my daughter with a comforting arm around her.
Kelsey gave me a quizzical look, still feeling a bit confused about all of this.
“It’s fine, Kelsey,” I said, “Go ahead… let Ashley make love to you.”
Sarah stared at me, a question in her eyes. I understood her perfectly, just as she’d understood me before. As soon as she had led me to Ashley’s room I had known what might happen.
Now, without speaking a word, my new lover was asking, Shall we join our daughters?
I think my decision had already been made the instant I’d seen Ashley’s flawless ass on the video. I had to have her. Gazing at Sarah, I gave her the slightest of nods.
With a smile, she turned to my daughter, whose eyes were glazing over with pleasure as Ashley nuzzled her inner thighs. “Oh, Kelsey,” Sarah murmured, “You’re such a beautiful little girl. Let’s get you out of that dress, okay?”
Kelsey looked at me again.
“It’s all right, sweetie. If you want to, go ahead. You don’t need my permission for everything.”
Sarah sat Kelsey up and helped her pull off her jumper and blouse. I stared, utterly enthralled at the sight of my naked daughter. She had no breasts to speak of, but her nipples were small, pink, and a bit swollen.
Sarah leaned closer and lightly kissed my little girl on the mouth, then her tongue emerged to lick at Kelsey’s lower lip. My daughter was startled for an instant, but when Sarah kissed her again, she was ready. Her lips parted to receive Sarah’s tongue… then, a few heartbeats later, she began to return my lover’s kiss. Ashley watched eagerly as her mother seduced my child.
Breaking away, Sarah bent down to lick at Kelsey’s nipple, circling the erect nubbin with the tip of her tongue. I heard my daughter giggle, then gasp.
Lifting her head, Sarah gave my child a loving smile, then gently laid her back on the bed. Ashley immediately crawled between Kelsey’s legs and began to lick her again. Kelsey’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned softly.
Sarah curled up next to her, offering her bare breast to my daughter. With a bashful smile, Kelsey took my lover’s nipple between her lips and began to suckle. Sarah cooed gently and stroked my daughter’s face.
My God my God my God… she’s making love to my little girl! How can I allow this to happen?
Then my eyes shifted to Ashley, kneeling before my daughter, mouth glued to her bare slit. My heart began to throb at the sight of her outthrust ass, the dark cleft barely visible through her panties.
Then my eyes met Sarah’s. She looked at me — then at her daughter. She smiled and gave a gentle nod.
I actually licked my lips. It was my turn to play. My lover had just offered me the use of her eleven-year-old girl — a gift I was all too eager to accept.
There wasn’t enough room for all four of us on the bed, so I squatted next to it, leaning in to fondle Ashley’s little-girl bottom through her yellow cotton panties.
“I really like your butt, Ashley,” I murmured. “May I kiss it?”
“Um, sure,” she said, between licks of my Kelsey’s slit.
I kissed her through those thin, sheer panties, on her cheeks. Then my kisses traveled down to the bare cream-colored skin of her thighs before moving back up to her crack. I nuzzled my face into the dark cleft, breathing deeply, filling my lungs with the smell of the little girl’s ass. The girls hadn’t showered since their games outside, and her scent was sweet with a delicate musk. Not like a woman. More subtle.
“I’m going to take your panties off, honey,” I murmured.
She wriggled her hips in a very enticing way as I pulled her underpants down, leaving them dangling from an ankle. Her bare bottom was white, a bit plump, and utterly beautiful. I was smitten.
I reached out with both hands and spread her cheeks. Her asshole was tiny, a little pink jewel; round, lovely, perfect. I leaned in and gave it a gentle kiss. I heard her gasp. I licked it, running my tongue from her pussy up to her anus, through her butt crack, then back to her pussy.
“Mommy, she’s licking my butthole,” she moaned out.
“She likes to do that,” Sarah said, “Does it feel good?”
“It’s all… all tickly.”
I licked her some more, pressing in my tongue, not deeply. She was too tight for oral penetration, but it was lovely just to taste the smooth, slippery cleft of her anus. God, I loved rimming a woman — and now I knew that a little girl’s ass was even nicer.
“Ashley, your bottom tastes so good,” I moaned, raising my face from her crack.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah. Really.”
“Oooohh, that feels nice. You can keep licking me that way, if you like it.”
I liked it. I went in for more. She pushed her rump up, getting up on her knees, her face still nestled between Kelsey, thighs. I licked, kissed and sucked at Ashley’s holes, alternating between her anus and her slit. My lips and chin were coated in the little girl’s fluids.
Kelsey began to moan loudly. I glanced up and saw my daughter’s face, rapt with pleasure as she drew closer and closer to sexual release. Has she ever come before? I wondered. With a loving smile, Sarah bent down to lick at my daughter’s nipples. I paused in my rimming of Ashley, allowing the child to give her full attention to Kelsey. Instead, I gently kissed the soft globes of her buttocks while she made love to my little girl.
Suddenly a squeal issued from Kelsey’s lips as she came. Her eyes clamped tightly shut, her mouth gaped wide. She let out a long, frantic moan, her body gone rigid for an instant. Then she bucked her hips, making Ashley grab her tightly so as not to be dislodged. Then she kicked out her legs, one of Kelsey’s feet hitting my head, not too hard. It was an incredible sight, my daughter lost in the rapture of orgasm.
Then a warm wave of pleasure surged through me, without warning. It wasn’t a climax. Perhaps it was just love, some kind of deep feeling for this beautiful crazy thing that was happening between mothers and their daughters.
When my eyes fluttered open, Kelsey was laughing in utter joy. “Oh Ashley! That felt so good. Oh my God, that felt so good. Thank you.” She gazed up shyly at Sarah, kneeling on the floor next to where she lay. “Thanks, Ms. Kinney. I liked kissing you.”
“I liked it too, honey,” Sarah whispered. “You have a sweet little mouth…” Her lips claimed Kelsey’s once more, and I felt a delicious shiver as my daughter’s tongue emerged to play with Sarah’s.
Ashley’s pert little bottom was still angled toward me, so I returned to her pussy for more. She’d gotten really wet while Kelsey came, and I began to feast on her warm honey, swallowing it down. I felt her squirm beneath me. She moaned. I licked deeper, pushing my tongue into her vagina, far as it could go.
Then Kelsey’s face was next to mine. She kissed my cheek.
“Mommy,” she sighed happily, “I want to lick Ashley now.”
“Oh, but honey — I’m enjoying this so much.”
“I know, Mommy, but she just did it to me. And she’s my girlfriend, right?”
I couldn’t argue with that, so I relinquished that sweet ass to my daughter. Ashley slid up the bed to give Kelsey room, but remained on all fours.
“Would you lick my butthole, like your mom did?” Ashley asked, twisting around to peer at Kelsey.
“I… I guess,” Kelsey said, looking at me again.
I smiled. “You can if you want to, honey.”
She did. She ran her tongue up along Ashley’s pussy, then licked at her little friend’s ass crack.
“That’s it — lick her bottom, sweetie,” I said. “Make love to her.”
“Mmmmm,” the girls cooed, both of them.
I glanced up at Sarah, who was sitting back against the wall, seemingly content to finger her pussy and watch my little girl rim her daughter.
“It appears that you’ve lost your sweet young ass,” she said.
“I guess so,”
“But,” she went on, “There is still one sweet young ass available to you. A luscious little bottom that you haven’t ever tasted.” She glanced at Kelsey’s butt and smiled.
It had to come to this, of course. I’d already passed over the barrier of what was permitted, what was forbidden. This was but one more small step.
I stared at my little girl’s pert rump — the pale skin, the delicately contoured globes, the dark pink crease nestled between her soft buttocks, the tender rosebud — and my mouth watered.
I returned to my previous position and began to gently kiss my daughter’s ass.
Kelsey raised her face from Ashley’s bottom and looked at me, astonished.
“Mommy?” she asked. Just that one word, in a tiny voice. Her eyes were filled with wonder.
“May I lick you, my love?” I asked.
A radiant smile appeared on her face. “Oh yes, Mommy, please lick me.”
She really said that. Exactly those words.
I closed my eyes and felt another intense wave of feeling pass over me. If I had touched my pussy at that moment, even the slightest caress… I think I would have died.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I felt Sarah watching me, waiting. Kelsey returned to her task, making Ashley moan and squirm. I gave Sarah a long deep look, seeing in her eyes what a major line I was about to cross.
Then I did it. I ate my daughter’s ass. I delved in and licked, probed, tasted. Eager for more, I allowed my tongue to drift down to her bare slit and began to explore. I felt her young, sweet body moan and squirm as I went down on my little girl, twisting around so that my head was resting on the bed, drawing her cunt down to my mouth. She tasted so good. I was in heaven.
I could hear Kelsey getting into licking Ashley, humming happily as she learned to love the taste of another girl. I continued to please my daughter with lips and tongue, her honey coating my mouth.
Suddenly I heard Ashley cry out, coming hard as my little girl brought her off. I felt so proud, knowing that Kelsey had learned to make love. Kelsey came again as I ate her, going rigid above me, calling out, “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy!” Finally she went limp, and I sat up, easing my flushed, dazed daughter onto her back.
Gazing adoringly at me, she cooed, “Mommy, thank you. I love you so much.”
And I loved her. I just started laughing at the wonder of it all, at the incredible thing I’d just done.
Then Sarah said, “Good job, girls. Now, I think it is time to make Audrey feel good.”
“What about you, Mommy?” Ashley asked, “When do you get to come?”
“I’ll get my turn, sweetie. Don’t worry about me. I want to watch you two make love to her.”
Trembling inside, I stood as the girls came close and began to touch me, their little hands caressing my bottom and breasts. Then their mouths were on my nipples, suckling them to aching stiffness. Two little girls, lovely and wonderful, peering up at me as they nursed.
“Oh, my,” I whimpered, my hands gliding over their nude bodies.
“Who wants to lick her butthole?” Sarah asked.
“Me!” Kelsey responded. “I want to. I love Mommy’s bottom…”
No parent could have been prouder of their child than I was right then of my daughter, so unselfishly eager to pleasure her mother.
“Okay, Kelsey, you kneel behind your mother and lick her ass. Ashley, get underneath and eat her pussy. All right, go!”
I squatted down to Ashley’s face, opening myself for her. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt little tongues entering me. I came within seconds. I went rigid. I shuddered. My legs gave out and I collapsed. I guess Sarah had predicted that, because she was there in time and caught me. I didn’t crush our little angels.
Then Sarah took me over to the bed. I was still overcome. My eyes were open, I think, but my mind was swirling. She tossed me face down, spread me open, and then slid three fingers in my ass, right where we had left off before.
There was a sharp pain, but it felt lovely. Her fingers, pumping me. I groaned and buried my face in the sheets. I came again hard, jerking this way and that.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned out.
“Oh, Mommy, that looks great.” I saw Kelsey’s sweet face enter my field of view. She kissed my mouth, passionately, her tongue seeking mine. I was too gone to return the kiss, though — just lying there, spent, exhausted.
“Let’s make her come once more,” I heard Sarah say.
I tried to mumble that I couldn’t. I feared it would kill me, if it happened at all. No words came from my mouth, however.
I felt fingers pumping my pussy. I felt a tongue in the crack of my ass that must have been Ashley’s. Kelsey lay in my arms, kissing me like a lover.
Then I heard a buzzing sound. Sarah must have had a vibrator stashed nearby, although I don’t know where. It pressed against my clit sending shocks of sensation up my body. I can’t call it pleasure, exactly. I was past pleasure and pain, at the level of primal desire.
Another orgasm, or something like one. I couldn’t form thoughts anymore. My body just reacted. I was an animal, a simple creature of need. I was the earth, a stone, the river, the fire. I went completely away.
Except I still saw Kelsey’s pretty little face. Her soft, shy smile. Her eyes. The idea of her being ten years old and my lover seemed perfectly right to me. I’d always had Kelsey. Now we had more. When everything else had left me, there would still be love.
I came back to the world slowly, Kelsey softly nuzzling me. I parted my lips, welcoming her tongue, and my daughter and I kissed. When I was myself again, I turned and looked at Sarah. My heart was singing.
“Did you go there?” she asked with a quiet smile. “To the empty place?”
“Yes,” I sighed happily. She knew! “Except it isn’t really empty.”
“No,” she cooed. “For us, it never is.” Then she glanced around at the girls and me. “Well, then… I guess it’s me now. Why don’t you each take turns.”
We did. We each ate her pussy and asshole, giving her three lovely orgasms. I went last. The vibrator in her anus and my tongue on her clit brought Sarah’s tired body home. When she finally came that third time, she kept her eyes open somehow, gazing intently at me. I felt something deep. Something like true love.
Later she and I lay in her bed watching something stupid on TV. The girls were in Ashley’s room, playing with dolls.
“So, um, you and Ashley have… been together before, right?” I asked.
She smiled wryly. “If by ‘together’, you mean sexually, then yes. I’ve been loving my little girl for years, even before her father left. This was our first time with others, though.”
I shook my head; half in wonder, half in disbelief. “Why me, then? Why would you take that chance?”
“It started with Kelsey, believe it or not.”
“Really?”
“Well, sort of. Ashley had the hugest crush on her from class. So, I thought we’d make this play date and I could keep you occupied somehow so they could hook up.”
“Nice. I made the play date so I could hook up with you.”
“Yeah. I figured that out. Anyhow, when you and I got together I felt something pretty deep, and I knew I had to try… you know… to make something real out of it. But you had to find out about me and Ashley. You had to be into… getting intimate with a young girl. Basically, I rolled the dice. It was worth it.”
I agreed. It was.
“I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of in a woman.”
I nuzzled her face, feeling an unimaginable warmth inside that seemed to light up my very soul. “I love you too,” I moaned. “God, I love you!”
“You’ll move in?” she asked.
“Of course,” I responded. I couldn’t imagine merely dating her. Not after what we’d just experienced.
We discussed living arrangements. She and I would share this room. Ashley would keep hers, and we could redo the guest room to be Kelsey’s. Although, I think we both suspected the girls would sleep together as often as not… and sometimes with us. I imagined the lovemaking the four of us could share.
“So, let’s go tell the girls they’ll be living together,” she said, “I expect they’ll be excited.”
“Yes,” I said, taking her hand and squeezing it, “I expect they will.”
The End
Summer Love Chapter 5
by callmeQ67
“Would you mind if I kissed you?”
Thirteen-year-old Kristen Hayes was surprised but secretly overjoyed by this question from her best friend.
“Cause when Ryan Harrington kissed me last weekend at Ashley’s party I don’t think he did it right,” Courtney had gone on to explain.
“And you think I could do better?” Kristen had answered. “I’ve never kissed anyone in my life.”
Courtney smiled. “Well then, we should practice. Don’t you want to know what to do when a boy kisses you for the first time?”
Kristen had little interest in kissing boys, but any excuse for kissing her best friend was okay with her. So they had kissed, slowly, tentatively, experimentally, with lots of giggles, but after a while, as they got more comfortable, they began to kiss passionately, like a pair of lovers in a movie. When Courtney’s tongue slipped into her mouth, Kristen thought she might die from happiness.
Over the past year, Kristen had come to realize that her feelings for Courtney were more than ordinary friendship. Just seeing her face made Kristen’s heart beat faster. When Courtney touched her casually she felt a wave of excitement ripple across her skin, and hot blood pulsed in her pussy. But that kiss confirmed the feeling that had been growing inside her. Kristen knew then that she didn’t want a boyfriend. She wanted Courtney.
She loved everything about that kiss, the feel of soft lips and wet slippery tongue, the smell of skin and saliva, the arms around her neck, the warmth of her friend’s body, the little ‘mmmm’ sounds Courtney made, like she was eating a really yummy dessert. Kristen wanted it to go on forever.
But Courtney had broken it off when she realized they were getting carried away, grinding the crotches of their jeans against each other. They had laughed nervously, knowing something amazing had just happened, but not understanding quite what it was.
That was nearly two months ago, just before school let out for the summer. Just as their kissing ‘practice’ had brought them closer than ever, something had happened to drive Courtney away.
Living only a few doors from each other, the two girls had been best friends since the first grade. But now they hadn’t spoken in weeks because Courtney never seemed to have time. She was always working at her lifeguard job or taking her bike on mysterious errands that lasted all afternoon. Strangest of all, yesterday she was picked up in a stretch limo and didn’t come back for hours and hours.
Her best friend seemed to be avoiding her, and Kristen was determined to find out why. On a hot Wednesday in August, she marched up the front steps of Courtney’s house and rang the doorbell. She knew that Courtney’s mom would be at work in the city. Her friend came to the door wearing boxer shorts and a ribbed white tank top, her hair wild and uncombed.
“Hi,” said Courtney, her voice gravelly with sleep. “Come on in.”
“Hi. Did I get you up?”
“Well, yeah. What time is it anyway?”
“Sorry. It’s almost noon, I thought you’d be up,” said Kristen. “You never used to sleep late.” She followed Courtney into the kitchen.
“Um… well, I was really tired last night.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I saw you get in that limo yesterday and then you didn’t come back until late… What’s going on? I never see you anymore.” Kristen blurted out the words, surprised by her own directness.
Courtney poured herself a glass of orange juice and looked at her friend. What would Kristen think if she told her the truth? How could I explain the events of last night? An image popped into her head of Mrs. Fazio’s hairy cunt and of her own hand slipping into that juicy wet hole”
“Kristy… I’m sorry I haven’t been a very good friend this summer. There’s a lot going on and it’s kind of hard to explain… Oh, God, you’re going to think I’m a terrible person.” She suddenly looked as if she might cry.
Kristen wrapped her arms around Courtney and hugged her tight.
“I’m your best friend,” she said gently. “There’s nothing you can say that would make me think you’re a bad person.”
She looked into Courtney’s eyes.
“You’re not into drugs, are you? Are you smoking crack? Shooting heroin? Crystal meth?”
Courtney laughed. “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m fine, I promise.”
She studied Kristen’s face. This was her best friend and she didn’t want to lose her. There was no way she would be okay with the scene at Melinda’s house… Would she? Letting her into this new world would be a terrible risk. Kristen had never indicated that she liked girls. Except for that night they had kissed.
“Look,” she began. “I don’t think I can put it into words. It’s just too complicated. Maybe I could show you instead.”
“Courtney! You’re scaring me! Why can’t you?”
But Courtney interrupted. “Come with me this afternoon, okay? There’s someone I want you to meet.”
An hour later the two thirteen-year-olds were riding their bikes through a quiet suburban neighborhood.
Kristen noticed that the houses were getting bigger and farther apart, the traffic non-existent. She followed Courtney up the drive of a modern house surrounded by huge old maples and oaks. There was a truck parked on the grass with Artie’s Landscaping stencilled on its side.
Just as the girls were dismounting from their bicycles, three men appeared from behind the house wearing dirty work clothes and boots. Two looked like university students on summer break and the third was older, probably in his forties. All three looked very fit, with powerful arms and shoulders.
The men were laughing and the two student types were giving each other a high five. When he spotted the girls, the older man smiled at them.
“Hello there,” he said. “Are you here to sell Girl Scout cookies?”
“Ha, that’s funny,” said Courtney in her best deadpan. “We’re friends of Mrs. Lunsford.”
“I bet you are,” he said, his eyes roving over the girls’ bodies. “I bet you are. She’s out by the pool. It’s just down this path and through the gate.”
“Thanks,” said Courtney. “I know where it is.”
As they turned the corner, Kristen noticed that the men were still ogling them. She heard one of them say, “I wouldn’t mind a bite of their cookies.”
“Ew,” said Kristen. “Did you see the way those creeps were staring at us?”
“I didn’t mind,” Courtney said. “I thought the two younger ones were kinda hot.”
Kristen could only shake her head in disgust.
The pool area was beautifully decorated with flowering vines and hand-painted Mexican tiles, and Kristen was impressed in spite of her misgivings. Courtney had told her very little, only that she had made a friend at the country club and that she was older but very cool.
“Hello, Courtney,” came a voice from the shade of a wisteria-covered arbor. “Who’s your friend?”
“Hi, Mrs. Lunsford. This is my best friend, Kristen. I hope you don’t mind that I brought her along.”
The girl with Courtney was slender with long blonde hair. A real stunner, thought Melinda. She admired Kristen’s pretty face and fair skin, which seemed to glow in the afternoon sun.
Kristen stepped out of the bright sunlight and saw an attractive woman reclining on a chaise longue, cigarette in hand. She noticed an ice bucket, a cocktail shaker and a glass of some greenish concoction on a table. She noticed that the woman’s body was shiny with sun lotion, and that she had a nice smile and very white teeth. She noticed that the woman had no tan lines on her body and had full, round breasts. Both of these facts were inescapable because the woman was completely nude.
“Hello, Kristen, how nice to meet you. What has Courtney told you about me?”
“Um, not much. Just that she met you at the club and that you’re really awesome.”
“High praise, indeed,” said Melinda, smiling. “Courtney, why haven’t you told me about your lovely friend?”
“I did tell you about her,” said Courtney, a little defensively. “A couple of weeks ago when you asked me… uh…”
“Yes? Asked you what?”
“You asked me if I’d ever kissed a girl before.”
“Oh! You’re that Kristen, are you?”
Kristen felt the flush of blood rising up her neck and face and knew she had turned crimson. How could Courtney have told this stranger her most cherished secret?
“Oh look, she’s blushing. How adorable,” said Melinda. “You enjoyed that kiss didn’t you, Courtney?”
“Yeah,” Courtney said, “a lot.” She flashed a grin at Kristen, who was staring at her open-mouthed.
“Why don’t you kiss her again,” said Melinda, “and see if it’s as good as you remember.”
Courtney turned and looked into her friend’s eyes.
“This is crazy!” Kristen began. “Do you really think I’m going to…”
Courtney put a finger to Kristen’s lips.
“Shhh,” she said, softly.
Kristen had been waiting for two months to kiss her friend again, but she didn’t imagine it like this. Not in front of a woman she had just met! But the look on Courtney’s face pushed her objections to the background. Her eyes were full of such longing that Kristen’s defences crumbled.
The instant their lips touched the rest of the world ceased to exist. All the suppressed desire for her friend flooded Kristen’s body as they kissed deeply, hungrily, and she knew this was right. This was what she’d been wanting. This was what was missing from her life.
She held Courtney’s face in both hands as they kissed, then ran her fingers through her friend’s thick chestnut tresses. It was so good to finally touch her this way, like a lover, that she almost forgot Melinda was watching. Courtney’s hands were inside her t-shirt caressing the skin of her back and sides, and every touch fuelled a need that threatened to consume her.
Kristen had no idea how long they kissed, but at last Melinda spoke and brought her back to reality… a new, altered reality.
“Let’s have a look at her, Courtney,” Melinda said. “Take off her clothes.”
They broke off their kiss, panting with desire. Courtney grabbed the hem of Kristen’s t-shirt and started to lift.
“I’m so fucking hot for you, Kristy.”
“Courtney, I… “
“Do you want me?” Courtney asked her friend. “Because I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Kristen could only gaze at her friend in wonder. This was her fantasy come true. She couldn’t speak, but raised her arms over her head to help Courtney remove her t-shirt. Under it she wore a rather conservative bikini top.
“You have such beautiful skin,” said Courtney, running her hands over her friend’s body.
Melinda couldn’t agree more. Kristen had a creamy white complexion with hints of pink.
Kristen turned self-conscious again when Courtney began to undo her bra. While her friend had developed boobs and hips in the past year, Kristen’s body was still skinny and straight. Her breasts were slight mounds, little more that the suggestion of breasts, capped with pale cone-shaped aureoles. She clutched the loosened bra to her chest.
“Don’t be shy,” said Melinda. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Yeah,” Courtney said, trying to pull her hands away. “I wanna see your boobs, too.”
“What boobs?” said Kristen, giving in. “I haven’t got anything compared to you.”
“Oh!” Courtney said, fastening her hands to Kristen’s chest. “These are pretty!”
Kirsten’s big puffy nipples were very sensitive, and she gasped as Courtney twisted them. A jolt of electricity shot straight to her cunt, making it throb.
Her experienced friend licked one of Kristen’s nipples then blew on it, watching it harden. She sucked it between her lips and nipped it gently with her teeth.
Kristen whimpered with pleasure.
“Oh, Courtney,” she said as her friend repeated the process on her other breast.
“Mmm, yummy,” said Courtney smiling, and the two friends kissed some more.
“I wanna touch your boobs, too,” said Kristen as she tugged at her friend’s t-shirt. Courtney was wearing a robin’s egg blue bikini top, and it contrasted nicely with her sun-browned skin.
“Wow,” Kristen said. “I think your boobs are even bigger than the last time I saw you.”
Courtney smiled and turned around so her friend could untie the strings that held her top in place. When she turned back Kristen could only stare speechless at the sight of Courtney’s sensational C-cup tits. Courtney laughed at her reaction.
“You can touch them, you know,” she said. “Or do you just wanna look at them all day?”
Kristen cupped the perfect titties in her hands and squeezed gently. “Oh, my God!” she said. “They’re amazing!”
Courtney laughed again. “You can squeeze them harder if you want. Go ahead and play with them.”
Kristen made them wobble and bounce in her hands, and both of them giggled like… well, like thirteen-year-old girls. Kristen shifted her attention to Courtney’s hard nipples, and remembering what Courtney had done she licked and blew on them, watching as the delicate flesh crinkled.
“Now suck on them,” Courtney said.
“Like that?” Kristen said a minute later, looking up at her friend.
“That’s perfect. Now bite them a little. Yeah… Harder… Oh, fuck, yes.”
A moment later Courtney raised her friend’s head and kissed her again. “Let’s get these off,” she said, unbuttoning Kristen’s denim cut-offs. “I’m going to make you feel things you never even imagined.”
Kristen’s shorts were lowered to reveal her bikini bottoms, which were a little loose on her slim hips.
Courtney knelt at her feet, smiling up at her. “These too,” she said, hooking her fingers in the elastic waistband. “Beautiful,” Courtney said, seeing her friend’s pussy up close for the first time. “Like a ripe peach.”
Kristen’s labia were rosy pink in contrast to the white of her thighs and belly. There was almost no hair, just a bit of blonde fuzz at the top of her mound.
“Lie down,” Courtney said, pushing her friend back onto the cushioned lounge chair next to Melinda’s. She pushed Kristen’s legs apart and knelt between them.
The blonde teenager sighed as two soft hands stroked the skin of her inner thighs, touching her in a way that no one had ever done before. Then Courtney’s lips were pressed to her tender flesh, giving her goose bumps.
“Oh!” Kristen gasped as her best friend licked the hollow place at the top of her thigh.
Courtney smiled up at her and licked the other side.
A finger slid gently up and down Kristen’s tight slit until it began to open like a flower. Her breathing grew quick and shallow, and her mouth was suddenly dry. The finger dipped deeper between her puffy labia, finding her opening. Kristen felt the need rising inside her, building momentum like a train gathering speed.
“You’re so wet,” said Courtney, slathering her friend’s slick natural lube over her vulva until everything glistened with pussy honey.
“So pretty,” Courtney said, kissing the blood-engorged lips. “And so sweet.”
Kristen looked down wide-eyed as her friend’s tongue slipped between her pink folds. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her fantasies had always been rather vague and involved lots of kissing and touching, but she had never gone so far as to imagine her friend’s beloved face between her legs. The sight alone was incredibly arousing, and the fact that she was actually licking her most intimate place was so far beyond anything she had dreamt.
“Oh Courtney,” she said. “That feels so good.”
Courtney looked up at her with a wicked gleam in her eye. “I’m just getting started,” she said.
The brunette teen circled her friend’s clit then plunged her tongue as deeply as she could into Kristen’s little fuck hole. When she started to lick Kristen’s pussy slowly from bottom to top, her friend’s hips began to move to the same rhythm.
The life Kristen had known faded away as her need continued to grow, the train now running downhill and out of control.
Kristen was in another world, completely unaware that she was humping her best friend’s face. She no longer cared who was watching.
“Oh, God… Oh, my God… Oh, please, Courtney,” she begged, “I’m almost there… ”
As Kristen’s pelvis moved faster and faster, Courtney hooked her arms around Kristen’s thighs and spread her labia with her fingers, pulling the hood back from her clit. She lapped at the little pink pleasure button as Kristen’s hips rose off the cushion, pressing herself urgently into Courtney’s mouth.
Enormous waves of pleasure crashed over the willowy blonde lifting her up, higher and higher, as bursts of color and light went off in her head. She came with a strangled cry, her hands grasping fistfuls of Courtney’s dark hair. At last she fell back to earth, limp and exhausted. Her clit became unbearably sensitive and Courtney raised her head just as Kristen could stand no more.
Courtney grinned and brushed a lock of hair from Kristen’s sweaty face.
“Was that okay?” she asked.
Kristen smiled weakly, nodding.
“So… ” Courtney began, “you’re not too freaked out? Are we still friends?”
“Oh, my God, yes!” said Kristen. “You’re my best friend! You’ll always be my best friend!”
“You’re so awesome!” Courtney said, kissing her friend, her lips wet with girl juice. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”
The two teens smiled happily at each other.
“I hate to break up this little love fest,” said Melinda.
Kristen turned in her direction. She had almost forgotten the older woman was there.
“But don’t you think it’s time you returned the favor, Kristen?”
The two girls looked at each other and giggled when Courtney raised her eyebrows comically.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she whispered.
“I want to,” said Kristen. “I want to make you feel good.”
Courtney smiled and kissed her again before stripping off her shorts and bikini bottom. She knelt, straddling Kristen’s head.
The skinny blonde marveled at her best friend’s sex, so different from her own. The hair was dark and there was more of it, mostly at the top of her mound and in wispy trails along her slit. Then there were the thick pulpy inner lips that protruded from the swollen outer lips, like a huge wad of well-chewed pink bubble gum. She could smell her friend’s arousal.
“Courtney,” she said, “I’ve never done this before … “
“Don’t worry. Just do whatever would feel good to you. I’ll love it.”
Kristen touched her friend’s pussy tentatively. The sticky, curled inner lips were folded together and she worked them apart with a finger, finding the slippery channel between them. She used the juice to paint Courtney’s vulva, and pulled back the folds to expose her clit, tickling it gently.
“Mmm, that’s good,” Courtney said. “Now lick it.”
Kristen stuck out her tongue and tasted another girl’s pussy for the first time. She found that it was both tangy and sweet, and she began to kiss it much as she had French kissed her pretty friend’s mouth. Encouraged by Courtney’s girlish cries of pleasure, she explored the shapely brunette’s lavish pink womanhood with her tongue, probing the crevices, tracing the edges of the thick flaps and even sucking them into her mouth.
Courtney was moving her hips and Kristen tried to match the rhythm. “Yes, like that!” said Courtney. “Right there! Lick my clit!”
Kristen grabbed her friend’s bouncing butt and held on as Courtney rode her face. Holding her tongue flat, she let Courtney slide her vulva up and down on it, bruising her lips and spreading cream from her nose to her chin.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Courtney squealed a moment later. “Oh, Kristy, I’m coming! Don’t stop! I’m coming!”
Her high-pitched shrieks were music to Kristen’s ears. She drank up the flowing nectar and held onto Courtney’s hips as the brunette’s muscles shook spasmodically.
Courtney collapsed on top of her friend’s slim body, her face resting on one of Kristen’s thighs.
“Well, Courtney,” said Melinda, “did your little friend please you?”
“Oh, my gosh, yes,” said Courtney. “She made me come so good.”
“Then it seems she has potential. But let’s leave her for now. Watching you two has got me in a lather. It’s time for you to get over here now,” said Melinda coldly, “and satisfy me.”
Kristen was shocked at the older woman’s tone. It sounded more like an order than a request. Melinda leaned back imperiously in her chaise, her legs crossed at the ankle, a drink in one hand. The blonde teenager had to admit she was attractive, with her smart hairstyle and shapely figure. Her breasts, in particular, were magnificent.
Courtney knelt on the lounger at Melinda’s feet.
“Yes, come and get it honey,” said the older woman, spreading her legs.
The little brunette noticed that there was a huge wet spot on the cushion under Melinda’s crotch, and her shaved pussy and upper thighs were slick with residue.
Even as her nose picked up a new scent and her tongue a foreign taste, Courtney didn’t stop to ask why.
With both hands gripping the teen’s hair, Melinda pressed Courtney’s mouth tight to her dripping cunt.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she said, her head rolling back in rapture. “Drink it up, Courtney.”
She loved the sight of the teenager’s pretty face between her legs almost as much as she enjoyed what the girl was doing with her trained tongue.
“Fuck, yes,” she said again.
Using Courtney’s face like a masturbation device, Melinda rubbed it up and down, back and forth over her slimy gash.
Abruptly, Melinda raised Courtney’s head. The pretty brunette gasped for breath, her face covered with slippery juices.
“Courtney,” she said, “tell your friend what you are to me.”
Courtney tried to turn away but Melinda held her fast.
“Go on, tell her,” insisted the older woman.
“I’m your fuck toy,” said Courtney softly, her eyes downcast.
“Look at me and speak up,” said Melinda. “I couldn’t hear you.”
Courtney looked at Melinda with her big brown eyes. “I’m your fuck toy,” she said again.
“Yes, you are,” said Melinda. “Now eat my cunt like a good little fuck toy.”
She sighed as Courtney went back to sucking her gooey snatch.
The older woman turned to see Kristen’s reaction.
The slender teen had a look of horror on her face… but her hand was between her legs, rubbing her fuzzy blonde mound.
“Kristen,” she said. “Did you happen to see some men leaving when you arrived?”
“Um … yeah. I didn’t like the way they looked at us.”
“They may be cretins,” said Melinda with a corrupt smile. “But I highly recommend Artie and his crew. They sure know how to treat their customers.”
She looked down at Courtney’s face between her widespread legs.
“Yes, my love,” she said. “All three of those big oafs fucked my hot little pussy. You just gobbled up three loads of man cum. Does that make you feel dirty?”
Courtney looked stricken. “I thought… I thought you… “
“You thought what? You thought I loved you? I do love you, my sweet little girl. Is that what you wanted to hear? Good, now keep eating my cunt,” she said, pushing Courtney’s face back to her sloppy fuck hole. “You thought I only liked girls? Well, I do prefer girls, but there are times when a hard cock can be useful. Sometimes,” she laughed, “even two or three hard cocks.”
“Kristen,” said Melinda, turning to her again. “Do you think Courtney looks sexy eating my cunt?”
Kristen could only nod in agreement. “Come here and let me get a better look at you.” Standing as if in a trance, Kristen was still trying to absorb what she’d seen and heard. Fuck toy? Courtney? Her gorgeous, independent-minded best friend was this woman’s fuck toy?
As she considered, the wealthy blonde wife’s hands roamed over her slim body, pausing to squeeze her aching nipples. Courtney watched as Melinda explored her recently innocent friend’s most private places. Cupping the child’s nearly hairless peach, her fingers sought out the juicy insides. Kristen let out a gasp.
“Oh my,” said Melinda. “Another virgin.” She licked Kristen’s honey from her fingers. “You’re delicious,” she said. “Climb up here so I can eat you.”
The slender blonde didn’t know what to think. Part of her was appalled that Courtney would submit to this woman’s perverse will. But at the same time she had never been so turned on in her life. Her pussy was throbbing with need. She knelt astride Melinda’s head, her own face next to Courtney’s.
Thirteen-year-old Kristen nearly sobbed with joy as Melinda’s tongue parted her pink folds.
Courtney raised her head from her lover’s swampy shaved cunt to kiss her best friend.
Kristen fell into that kiss… down, down into a deep black sensory-filled ocean where nothing mattered but Melinda’s tongue in her sex and Courtney’s tongue in her mouth. Everything else was forgotten. The euphoria was absolute, better than any drug. When she came screaming into Courtney’s mouth, Kristen knew that she would do anything to have that feeling again.
* * *
Friday night, and the two girls were at Courtney’s house doing each other’s makeup. Melinda had told them to ‘look slutty’ so they were using eyeliner, mascara and lots of dark eye shadow. Neither of them was normally allowed to wear makeup, and their mothers would have been shocked and outraged to see them this way.
When they were finished they put on the clothes that Melinda had bought for them: matching white blouses and short pleated skirts, white knee socks and black mary janes, lacy white thongs, no bras.
“Oh, my God,” said Kristen. “You look like a hooker! A really expensive hooker,” she added.
“Thanks a lot,” Courtney giggled. “Here, let me give you some lip gloss.”
Kristen pouted as her friend painted her lips.
“You look gorgeous,” said Courtney. “Like a cover model.”
The doorbell rang.
“That’s Mrs. Lunsford,” said Courtney. “Right on time.”
The girls ran downstairs and opened the front door.
It was not Melinda Lunsford, but her friend Brooke Leslie instead. At nearly six feet tall, she was an intimidating presence, even more so now wearing combat trousers, combat boots and a black leather jacket.
Courtney was a little afraid of her ever since Brooke had tied Courtney to her own bed, blindfolded her, and forced her to do unspeakable things.
“Hello, girls,” she said. “Mrs. Lunsford says she’s sorry she can’t be here, but she’ll meet up with us later.” Ignoring the teenagers’ obvious concern, Brooke said, “You two look great. Let’s get going.”
The girls got into the back seat of Brooke’s Mercedes.
“Everything’s cool with your parents, right?” asked the tall butch lesbian. “You can stay out all night?”
“Yeah,” Courtney said. “My mom thinks I’m sleeping over at Kristen’s house and her parents think she’s sleeping at my house.”
“What if they check?”
“They never do,” said Kristen. “We stay at each other’s houses all the time.”
The three rode in silence for a few minutes.
“Um … “ began Courtney hesitantly, “can you explain again what tonight is all about?”
“Sure. There’s a big fundraising event for Melinda’s alma mater. A lot of her old friends will be there. She just wants to show you off a little, then she’ll take you to her place to have some fun.”
“And that’s why we had to dress like this?”
“That’s right,” said Brooke. “It’s kind of a silly thing. You know, to make her friends jealous.”
“And you think we’ll make her friends jealous?” asked Kristen.
Brooke grinned at her in the mirror. “You sure will, honey. You sure will.”
A minute late Brooke parked the car on a busy urban street. She turned to face the girls. “There’s just one more thing we need to complete your outfits,” she said. “Here, put these on.”
She handed each girl what appeared to be a dog collar.
Courtney looked at the thing in her hand like it was a snake about to bite her. Made of black leather about an inch wide, it was indeed a collar with the words ‘FUCK TOY’ emblazoned on it in shiny chrome letters. Kristen’s was the same. The girls looked at each other in shock.
“Mrs. Lunsford really expects us to wear these?” Courtney said. “In public?”
Brooke exploded. “You’re goddamned right she expects you to wear them! This night is very important to her. If you’re going to fuck it up then I’d better take you home right now. I’ll tell her you don’t want to see her anymore.”
“Okay, okay,” said Courtney. “If it’s that important to her.”
She and Kristen reluctantly helped each other buckle the collars around their pretty necks. They got out of the car and started walking, while trying to ignore the stares of people heading to the area’s many bars and restaurants. They bristled at the catcalls and lewd comments from men, and blushed with shame as they passed a family with two young daughters about their age.
“Here we are,” said Brooke, stopping in front of an especially raucous tavern. There was a female bouncer at the door checking the IDs of a group of college girls. This can’t be right, thought Courtney. She was expecting a fancy restaurant or banquet hall.
“Well, well,” said the bouncer, eyeing Kristen and Courtney.
The bouncer was rather stout, and wore a leather vest that showed her muscular, tattooed arms. Her eyebrow was pierced, as was her nostril and her lower lip. Her hair was very short, and a tattoo of a dragon climbed from her breast and wrapped around her neck.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Brooke. Do your little fuck toys have ID?”
“They’re both eighteen,” said Brooke. “I can vouch for them.”
“Sure they are,” said the bouncer. She sighed as Brooke slipped her a one-hundred dollar bill. “You better keep them out of trouble.”
“Don’t worry,” said Brooke. “But just to be sure nothing happens, maybe you should lock the door and come in with us.” She lowered her voice, but not enough to prevent the two girls from hearing. “You don’t want to miss this,” she said.
With that, she pushed the two frightened thirteen-year-olds into the bar.
Continue on to Chapter 6