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Spanking Mom

  • Posted on August 31, 2018 at 4:58 am

by JetBoy

 

I was fifteen years old when my father was killed in a car crash. Losing him was a horrible experience for me, but it was much worse for my mother Sarah — she was utterly devastated. Even after a year and a half, she was unable to overcome the grief and put her life back together. My name is Julia, and I am her only child.

Watching my mother suffer was breaking my heart. Before Dad’s accident, she was a sexy, vivacious woman of thirty-five with long red hair, a delicate and beautiful face with adorable dimples when she smiled. She was a dance instructor, which kept her body lithe and fit. Now, she was a shadow of her old self, shambling like a lost soul through life.

Eventually, I decided that I had to do something, and chose to have a heart to heart talk with her. One night after a glum, mostly silent dinner, I brought my mother into the living room and sat her down.

Kneeling before her, I took both her hands and said, “Mom, you’ve been mourning Dad for way too long. I miss him too, but he’s been gone for almost two years! You’ve got to start living your life again. Don’t you think he would have wanted it that way?”

Mom only shook her head sadly. “You don’t understand, Julia… it’s m-my fault your father is dead.”

I was stunned. How could it possibly be her fault? “Mom, that’s ridiculous. It was an accident… an accident, that’s all.”

“No, baby. If it hadn’t been for me, Bill wouldn’t have been in that accident in the first place,” she whispered.

I stared at my mother in perfect incomprehension. “What — Mom, what in God’s name are you talking about?”

She sighed, staring down at her hands. “On the day he died, right before he was going to work, I picked a fight with him. It was about something utterly moronic, too… I was just in a crappy mood, and took it out on your father. We… we yelled and screamed at each other for nearly an hour. Finally, he stormed out. But by then, he was running late, and — and he drove faster then he should have… the police told me later that, if he hadn’t been driving s-so fast when the tire blew, he wouldn’t have gone spinning off the embankment, the way he d-did.” She gave a sob of utter misery, tears streaming down her face.

I came over, sat next to her and gave her a hug. “Oh Mom, it wasn’t your fault,” I said, tears welling up in my own eyes.

“Oh, God, I feel so horrible. I wish it had b-been me instead,” she said as she broke down and wept.

I tried to soothe her, but she wasn’t having it. “Leave me alone, Julia… please!” she gasped, blindly pushing me away before she rose and fled, stumbling from the room. I heard the door of her bedroom click shut, but her sobs continued.

I flopped down on the couch, my heart heavy as I listened to Mom cry. I felt overcome with helplessness. There was nothing that I could say or do to convince her how damn unreasonable she was being.

Or was there?

Staring up at the ceiling from where I lay, I thought things through.

Mom felt guilty because she believed she was responsible for Dad’s death. Well, when I was young and knew, deep down inside, that I’d done wrong, I always felt better in the end if I was caught and punished by my father, even if it hurt. Dad was fair but pretty strict, and whenever I really got out of line, he’d spank me — right on my bare bottom if the offense was serious enough.

For the first time, I wondered: did he ever deal with my mother in the same way?

Maybe that was what she needed — someone to punish her! At the very least, it ought to purge this emotionally crippling need that Mom had to torment herself.

I wasn’t at all sure about this, but I was desperate and had no other ideas. One big question remained, though: who could administer that kind of treatment to Mom? I racked my brain for awhile but came up empty.

Suddenly, the answer was in my grasp. I would have to punish her myself. After all, I did have lots of experience, even if it was all on the receiving end.

Once I’d made this decision, I felt a little nervous and very excited. I was also shocked to realize something else quite unexpected — thinking about spanking my mother was turning me on!

I know that some people get off by being spanked, but I was never one of them — having Dad punish my bare bottom was painful and humiliating, and he knew it. That’s why he only used his hand on me when I messed up big time, which wasn’t often.

On the other hand, I’d fantasized more than once about giving a spanking, usually to one of the cute girls I knew — which in my mind, would always lead to some very hot sex. It was a masturbation scenario that never failed to get me off.

Of course, doing something like that to Mom had never even occurred to me, but once the idea took root, I was enthralled by it. What would it be like to have her lying over my legs, I wondered, her bare ass beneath my hand? That image gave me a warm, tingly feeling between my legs, and I could feel myself getting wet.

I’d been aware of my bisexuality for about a year at that point, after a night of passionate lovemaking with my best friend Beth. That was our only time together, but it was enough to hook me. In fact, I pretty much knew that girls got me way more excited than boys.

Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I could be sexually attracted to my own mother — but the thought of spanking her had me hotter than a pistol!

I knew from personal experience that it was impossible to avoid exposing everything you had to the person punishing your ass, so if I went through with this crazy scheme, I’d be getting a very good look at Mom’s pussy! My mother was not one for casual nudity, and hadn’t shown herself in anything more revealing than a nightie or a one-piece bathing suit since I was a little girl. I’d seen enough to know that she still had a great body, though.

So if I got Mom undressed and spanked her, what else might happen between us?

As if it were operating independently of me, my hand slipped under the waistband of the sweats I wore and into my panties, fingers teasing my wet pussy as I fantasized about Mom, allowing my imagination to wander to some very forbidden places. God, my heart was pounding like a jackhammer! I quickly found my clit and within minutes panted through a mind-blowing orgasm.

After I recovered, lying back and idly licking my fingers, all I could think of was just how much I wanted to make this spanking idea happen. I decided to make my move on the following night.

The next afternoon, after arriving home from school, I spent a long while getting myself ready. I took a long hot soak in the bath, then shaved my legs and underarms. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, I trimmed my pubes into a neat triangle, telling myself that I was only doing this because I needed to, not because Mom might see me naked later on.

I carefully selected my clothes for the evening, wanting to look my very best without being obvious about it. I chose a pair of tight blue shorts that showcased my ass to great effect, and a skimpy yellow top, which I wore without a bra.

When Mom got home from work, she changed into khaki shorts and an old t-shirt, then came and plopped down on the sofa beside me, where I was sitting, pretending to casually watch the news.

I glanced at her, feeling a twinge of sorrow at the emptiness I read in her eyes. Then I swallowed hard, summoning up my courage as best I could. Well, here goes nothing, I thought as I turned to her.

“Mom, I was thinking about Dad, remembering how strict he could be sometimes. And I sort of, well, have a question about that. Did he ever… punish you?” I asked.

My mother’s face had gone slightly pale. She gazed at me for a long moment. Then, looking away, she quietly replied, “Yes. He used to spank me whenever he decided that I’d crossed the line.”

Emboldened by that knowledge, I continued. “Did he do that to you on the day he died?”

“No,” she replied. “He told me that I was lucky he was running late, or he would have turned me over his knee and spanked me like a bad little girl.” She sniffled, on the verge of tears. “He… he promised to do it when he g-got back…”

“Well, maybe if he had, you wouldn’t feel so guilty about what happened,” I said, cutting her off before she began to cry again. Then, taking a deep breath, I plowed ahead. “Anyway, since he didn’t spank you then, I feel it’s my duty to do it now.”

There, I’d said it. My mother just sat there staring at me — her mouth slightly open, as if she hadn’t heard correctly.

I continued. “Even though Dad’s death wasn’t really your fault, you feel guilty… and the only way you can be free of that guilt is to be punished. And since I’m the one person who loves you more than anyone else in this world, I feel like it’s my responsibility.”

I watched Mom closely as I spoke. Slowly, I could see comprehension dawning in her eyes.

“Mom, I want you to stand up and take off your shorts,” I said, holding my breath, not at all sure how she would react.

She just stared at me. Her lips moved to speak, but nothing came out. Finally after a few deep breaths she managed to stammer, “Julia… I d-don’t know about this…”

Determined to hold firm, I cut her off. “Mom, you remember what Dad always used to say before he spanked me?” Before she could answer, I did. “He’d say, ‘If I didn’t love you so much, I wouldn’t be doing this.’ Dad meant that, too… that’s why I couldn’t ever stay mad at him for long, no matter how much my butt hurt when he was finished.”

“I remember,” she whispered. “He — Bill used to say that to me, too.”

“Well, Mom,” I continued, reaching out to take her hand, “I love you just as much as Dad did.”

She nodded slowly and, without another word, rose and stood before me. I was nervous and very excited, feeling a growing warmth between my legs as Mom unzipped her shorts. She wriggled her hips as she pulled them down to the floor, then stepped out.

“Now the panties,” I said.

She hesitated, then moved to obey. I had a difficult time keeping myself cool and collected as she stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off.

Now my mother stood before me naked from the waist down, a soft patch of red hair adorning her vulva.

As I looked up at Mom, I was thrilled to see her nipples straining against the t-shirt she wore. Did it turn her on, stripping for me like this? Or could she actually be turned on by the thought of getting spanked? Guess I’ll know soon enough, I decided.

I gently took Mom’s arm, guiding her over my knees until she was stretched across my lap. Staring down as her creamy white ass, I couldn’t keep myself from caressing it. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Mom, this is for the fight you had with Dad on the day he died,” I said with a trembling voice.

With that, I raised my right hand and brought it down on her ass.

SMACK. An impressive hand print appeared on her right cheek. I landed a matching swat on the left cheek, and another red patch became visible.

Suddenly, I was spanking my mother quick and hard. Ten swats on one cheek, then ten on the other. Since my mother’s skin is so fair, her ass quickly turned an bright reddish hue.

I could hear Mom crying, but paid no heed, continuing to spank her. It was for her own good, after all.

Soon she was moaning and trembling in my lap, and I could tell that she was getting very aroused. Damn, I thought, I wonder if Dad ever fucked Mom after a spanking?

Watching as she squirmed beneath my blows, it was easy to imagine him having his way with her when the punishment was done, whether she wanted it or not.

Finally, I stroked her glowing bottom and said, “Stand up, Mom.”

Slowly, she rose from my lap and stood before me. My nipples were so hard they ached, and I had pretty much soaked the front of my panties. As I gazed up at Mom, I was thrilled to notice that the tips of her breasts were still visibly erect.

“Take off your top,” I said.

Blushing, she reached up and removed her t-shirt, displaying her generous breasts. They were very fair, with firm pink nipples the size of quarters.

“Now get on your knees, Mom,” I commanded. Without a word, she sank to the floor. “Spread your legs apart and place your hands behind your head.” She seemed to know what was expected of her, and promptly assumed the position I wanted.

I knelt before Mom and slipped my hand between her thighs, gently stroking the wet folds of her cunt. She took a long, shaky breath, gaping at me in disbelief — but made no move to stop me. As I continued to fondle her pussy, she began to sigh with pleasure, eyes slowly drifting shut.

Suddenly I stopped, not wanting Mom to climax before I was finished with her. When I took my hand away, she moaned in frustration. I suspected it had been a long time since she’d had an orgasm — for all I knew, Mom hadn’t pleasured herself even once since losing Dad. A flash of raw heat surged through me at the thought of being the first to make my mother come in more than a year.

I reached up to fondle her breasts, my fingers circling her hard nipples. Carefully taking each one between my thumb and forefinger, I pinched them, hard. Mom gave a gasp of pain or pleasure, I wasn’t certain which — probably both.

I slowly bent down and kissed, then licked, each swollen nipple. I felt her shiver.

The temptation was there to take her, right there and then — but I wasn’t done with Mom’s punishment yet. I had to know that she was truly purged of guilt. Also, truth be told, I realized that I loved spanking her gorgeous ass.

I rose, took my place on the couch, then patted my thighs. “Time for more, Mom,” I said softly.

Without a word she stood and draped herself over my lap again. I caressed her ass, then raised my hand and brought it down hard… SMACK.

I repeated the action nine more times, the sound cracking like gunfire in the living room. Mom was squirming atop me as I punished her, squeezing both thighs together. I felt a hint of her wetness on my bare legs, proof that she was getting off on this — maybe even more than I was!

Finally, I brought my arm to rest. My hand opened like a flower upon Mom’s burning cheeks, and I began to lightly, soothingly stroke her ass in an attempt to calm her down. Funny thing, though — it seemed to have the exact opposite effect.

Slowly, I ran my fingers down the crack of my mother’s ass, allowing a finger to glide over the puckered rosebud. I circled it several times and then pressed the tip inside, inserting my finger into her anus, right up to the second knuckle. She let out a loud cry and thrust back at me, which drove my finger even deeper.

Well, that was a hint I certainly couldn’t resist. So I began to work my finger in and out of her rectum. Mom quickly fell into a rhythm that echoed mine, pumping her hips as I probed her.

Again, she was close to the edge when I withdrew my finger. This time, her moan carried a real sense of desperation.

“All right, Mom… get back on your knees in front of me,” I commanded.

She obeyed quickly, clumsily struggling to the floor and into a kneeling position.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I stood up and removed my top; it went into the corner. My eyes met hers as I slid down my blue shorts, casting them aside with a flick of the foot. Finally, I tugged my sodden panties down to my knees, seating myself on the couch before pulling them off completely.

I noticed that she licked her lips as I draped a leg over the armrest of the couch, opening myself to her hungry gaze.

“Pleasure me, Mom,” was all I said.

As if hypnotized, Mom drew closer, lowering her face between my legs. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she began to lick me, tenderly tracing the line of my slit with a warm, wet tongue. Then she placed both hands on my thighs and took me into her mouth; drinking the sweet, thick essence of my womanhood.

I lay back, clutching my breasts, head spinning crazily from the sheer enormity of it all. My mother — my own fucking mother! — was going down on me.

Suddenly Mom kicked it up a notch — entering me with her tongue and thrusting it in and out, in and out until I was panting like a dog.  Then she sought out my clitoris, taking it between her lips to suckle. I braced myself for the coming explosion.

I could feel my climax building hard and fast when she penetrated me in both holes, sliding two fingers into my cunt and a thumb into my asshole. A hoarse scream ripped from my throat as I got pummeled by the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, smashing into me like the clumsy paw of a giant.

She kept it going, too — teasing my clit with quick swipes of her tongue whenever the pleasure began to wane, her fingers twisting and twirling inside me until, on the verge of fainting, I pushed her away, gasping, “Oh, oh God — s-s-stop, please!”

Once I’d regained the ability to breathe, I allowed my eyes to flutter open. My mother was seated on the floor, leaning back against Dad’s old easy chair, her lips and chin still wet with my essence.

“C’mere, Mom,” I whispered.

She climbed onto the couch with me, our bodies entwining lovingly as we came together in a kiss of unrestrained desire. We feasted on each other’s mouths for a long while, sharing the taste of my cunt between us.

Hungry for more, I kissed and licked my way down Mom’s body — sucking her nipples, teasing her belly button, finally gazing lustfully at her beautiful auburn pussy, savoring its musky aroma.

I burrowed between Mom’s thighs to claim her pussy with my mouth, making love to her with every ounce of passion in me.

I’d only had lesbian sex a few times, and only done oral twice, so I wasn’t all that skilled at cunnilingus. But I knew what got me off, and I loved my mother more than anyone or anything. Turns out, that was enough to make her come like a wildcat.

I found Mom’s asshole with my finger and slid it into her slippery rectum, all the while sucking at her clitoris. The combination was too much for her, and she exploded into a frenzied climax that had her bucking so wildly, I thought she was going to throw us both off the couch! Finally, she lay quietly, a dreamy expression on her face.

I lifted my head from her glistening sex and, suddenly in need of a hug, crawled into my mother’s waiting arms.

“Thank you, Julia,” she whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes — and a smile on her lips. It seemed as if I’d been waiting for an eternity to see that smile again.

We lay together for a long while, holding one another and sharing kisses. When we finally did get up, it was only to wander, hand in hand and still naked, into Mom’s bedroom. There, we made love all over again, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

After that night, things were different. Mom was herself again. Oh, she still missed Dad, as did I… but she’d finally come to grips with her feelings of guilt and learned to forgive herself. And in the process Mom and I discovered an enormous passion for one another — a hunger so powerful that it had to have been there all along, only we never knew it.

We’ve been fucking regularly ever since, and though we do occasionally date others, the sex Mom and I share defines our lives. We intend to remain lovers, come what may.

Sometimes when we’re undressing, Mom will slip off her panties, present her ass to me and murmur, “I’ve been a bad girl, Julia.” Then I’ll lay her down on my lap and give her what she wants, spanking that pale, creamy bottom until both cheeks are an angry pink. And when my hand wanders between Mom’s legs, I know what I’ll find there — the hottest, wettest cunt imaginable.

The End

 

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Getting to Know the Girl Next Door

  • Posted on August 29, 2018 at 9:43 am

 

by Shyla Tease

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2011 }

Jenna sat on the chair in the darkness of her bedroom.

She knew she couldn’t be seen. But she could see.

The house next door had bedrooms facing her own. There was perhaps twenty feet separating them, with a low fence between. At night, there were usually lights in those bedrooms, and she had been seeing some interesting goings on ever since the house was occupied.

Watching from the darkness of her own bedroom, Jenna did not deny the excitement it aroused in her.

She had long ago come to terms with her erotic nature.

In the beginning, she had fought against it, thinking it weird and perverse, wicked, lewd. But then after she had suffered horribly, Jenna accepted it. Once she accepted the feelings and emotions that rumbled through her body and mind, she had found a measure of peace. She knew of her desires, of the wanton desires in her mind and body, but she kept them to herself… so far.

And now, the things she saw next door were making those desires burn with a searing flame. At first it had been fun and exciting just to peek, but now it was turning into torment.

The light was on across the fence, as usual. But the room was empty. That didn’t matter; Jenna knew it would be occupied soon. Peeking into the lighted windows did not bother Jenna. Although it had, at first, she learned to accept this part of her sexual nature, too. Now it no longer made her feel ashamed or guilty. She knew she was spying on her next door neighbors, but they should draw the drapes if they didn’t want to be seen, she told herself.

Her eyes lit up as she saw the girl enter the bedroom. As usual, the girl was wearing pajamas. She was very beautiful, maybe 13 years old. The girl had a sweet face, with blue eyes that gleamed. Her hair was blond, a honey color. She also had that creamy tan some girls had in the hot summer months.

Jenna pulled her chair closer to the window. The girl next door stood before a mirror, brushing her hair. She seemed to be humming softly, Jenna noted. As the girl brushed her long hair, she did swaying motions, as if she were dancing slowly to some unheard music. Her tight little ass twisted and writhed in a tantalizing manner, and Jenna felt a tingle start between her thighs.

In the beginning, Jenna had not become very excited watching the girl, but the more she watched, the more interesting it was, and she wasn’t surprised to find her emotions, her cunt, responding to the things she saw.

Watching the girl put the brush down, Jenna knew what was next. The girl opened the top half of her pajamas and slipped it off. The tightness of those perky little tits were creamy and inviting. Jenna ran her tongue over her lips as her eyes strained with smoldering desire. Just barely a handful, she wondered what the girl’s titties would feel like in her hands.

The girl cupped her tits with both hands, gazing in the mirror at them. When she thumbed the nipples, then began to twist them, Jenna could hear a faint moan of pleasure. The windows in that house were usually open, and she could hear the girl’s moans and sighs and whimpers.

When the girl hooked both thumbs into the elastic waistband of her pajamas, Jenna felt a burning in her own cunt. She ran her tongue over her lips with anticipation. The pajamas began to slide down. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not, but it seemed to Jenna those pajamas went down much slower than before. And there was a lot of wiggling and twisting of that ass, too.

With the pajamas at mid-thigh, the beautiful girl turned and presented her naked ass to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at it. She wiggled it and twisted it in a delightfully erotic manner. The creamy cheeks of the girl’s ass were quite lovely, smooth and swelling, flawless in their shape and tightness. It was, Jenna had decided when she first saw that ass, the cutest little ass she had ever seen.

The pajamas went down. Although the girl’s feet were below the windowsill, Jenna could see her whole body from the top of her blond head to her knees. For a moment the girl stood sideways, looking at herself in the mirror. Jenna watched those creamy, succulent tits arch out. They were small, but exquisitely tight and shapely.

Facing Jenna, the girl gazed at her profile, hands on her hips. Jenna stared at the girl’s cunt. The girl had her thighs together at the moment, but the sweet slit could be seen. The hair — if there was hair on that cunt — was very scant and blond.

Now the girl placed her hands on her ass cheeks and arched her hips forward, spreading her thighs. Jenna sucked in her breath. The girl was extremely beautiful in her nakedness, so beautiful that Jenna wanted to reach across the fence and run her hand over that satiny flesh.

The bed was in line with her vision, and she watched the girl go to it. As she did most nights, the girl sprawled on her stomach, bringing a pillow underneath her body. With her legs wide, the pillow under her hips, the girl began to undulate her hips. Jenna could see, since the girl kept her legs wide, the flexing of that sweet ass and the cunt so deliciously devoid of hair.

The girl began banging her cunt on the pillow, fucking it. The soft moans of delight rippled across the fence. Jenna’s pussy was bubbling very hotly as she watched the young girl fuck the pillow unashamedly. Jenna’s eyes glowed hotly as she watched that cute, tight ass flex, bouncing and writhing. She now had one hand underneath her gown, her fingers digging into her firm tits. Her nipples were achingly hard. The tight ass in the well-lighted window began to churn almost in a violent way now, and the moans of passion drifted to Jenna. The girl was thrashing about as if she were in convulsion, her head banging upon the mattress as her ass bounced.

Finally, the girl rolled off the pillow, her legs wide.

The position of the girl was suck that Jenna gazed up between those exquisitely slim thighs. She could see her cute hot cunt. She sighed as the girl began to caress her cunt with one hand, the other cupping a creamy little tit.

What Jenna had just witnessed was an almost nightly event. The girl masturbated often, and usually with all her clothes off. She didn’t seem to ever wear a bra; at least Jenna had never seen one on those succulent tits.

She watched the girl as she sat up, then disappeared from sight. Jenna sighed again and started to get out of the chair. When the young girl appeared again it was with a towel and a bottle of baby oil. The girl laid the towel out and positioned her tight little bum on it and reached for the baby oil and dribbled it on her tummy and slick little pussy. The girl then reached over to the bedside table for her hair brush. The brush had a long curved handle that was quite thick. As the girl rubbed the oil all over her flat tummy and young cunt she brought the end of the brush handle to her cunt lips.

“Oooooh,” Jenna murmured softly as her eyes blazed with desire. The girls cunt took the tip of the brush as she slowly worked it into the tight little cunt. “I’d love fuck her with that!” she whispered into the darkness.

Her cunt steamed and her clitoris became painfully inflamed. The sight of that gorgeous little girl sent spasms of desire flooding her body. Her cunt seemed to suck inward with a flexing convulsion, and she had the distinct sensation of being on the brink of an orgasm.

The blond girl through her head back as she began moving the brush handle in and out of her glistening cunt, she could hear the girl his “Oh fuck yessss.”

Jenna could not hold back the sudden gurgle that bubbled from her the young teen began to shake and her beautiful body convulsed hips rising from the bed. She saw the clear girl cum shot out of her little pussy as she pulled the brush handle out. The thought of tasting the juice from the little girls cunt hole, sent Jenna’s cunt into a spasm. Jenna almost doubled over with the intensity of it.

Her cunt grew tight, and then she realized she had penetrated her pussy with a finger. The lips of her hairy cunt squeezed and sucked at her finger as she clutched her stomach with her other hand, moaning in a wailing sound. Her eyes, almost glazed with ecstasy, remained fixed upon the girls cunt and her beautiful writhing body.

Her desire to have the girl, her sweet neighbor was growing stronger. Her pussy was still oozing. She looked again at the window but the light was out. She sighed. She laid down on her bed, letting eh sweat on her body cool and dry. Drawing her knees up, she tried to go to sleep. But even as she began to drift into slumber, the image of the beautiful young girl pleasuring her hot little body would not recede, the lighted window still burned within her. She cupped a hand between her thighs.

There was a burning throb inside Jenna’s cunt the next morning. Jenna had bathed and pulled on a pair of shorts and halter top.. She had finished with her housework, and now was alone with time on her hands and a throbbing, wet cunt.

She had dreamt of the beautiful young girl next door. She didn’t mind the erotic dreams; she loved them. It wasn’t enough though to just dream and view the girls hot little body from the darkness of her room.

She moved to the front of the house and looked out the window. A smile spread over her face as she saw the girl in the front yard next door. She was almost painfully beautiful in her youthful innocence. Except she wasn’t innocent.

Before Jenna knew what she was doing, she had left her house and stood outside in the hot sunshine, near the flower bed. She stood and saw they needed water. She reached for the hose, but before she picked it up, she heard someone call out to her.

Straightening, she saw the girl coming her way.

“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Jenna said, smiling at the girl whose name was Kyla. “I love these hot days, don’t you?”

Kyla’s friendliness and sweetness drew Jenna. She smiled back. “Yes, it’s wonderful, Kyla.”

Kyla began chattering about insignificant things that Jenna hardly heard. What she was doing was looking at the exquisite girl, her eyes moving from the lovely face, down to the tiny tips of those succulent little tits, then at the naked midriff. Kyla, too, had on shorts that were so tight the bulge of her cunt lips were outlined.

Jenna was drawn to the girl, and her eyes seemed riveted to that tight crotch of those shorts. The throbbing in her cunt was suddenly more pronounced. There was a hot flush on her cheeks, but not from any shame or guilt or embarrassment; it was a flush of intense desire. Kyla was smiling, her eyes flashing, and Jenna had the impression the girl could see into her, into her mind, and understand what she was thinking. The sparkling of electricity seemed to flow between them, and Kyla understood it as well as Jenna did.

“Would you like some cold lemonade, Kyla?” Jenna heard herself ask. She was amazed at the thoughts inside her mind, thoughts she had never had before. And if she had, she always shoved them away, not wanting to dwell upon such thoughts.

“I’d love it,” Kyla said.

Jenna was surprised to find her hand in Kyla’s as they entered the house. Kyla’s hand seemed hot, not sweaty, but simply hot. There was an aura radiating from Kyla, that she had not sensed before. It was an aura that clung to them both, binding them, leading them.

Kyla sat on the couch as Jenna entered the kitchen and filled a tall glass with ice cubes, then poured fresh lemonade. Her cunt was bubbling so hotly that she had to press her fist against it and lean against the counter until some unexpected tremors passed.

Carrying the glass in a shaking hand, she returned to the living room. Jenna gave Kyla her drink remained standing, clasping her hands before her. She could not rid herself of the image she had seen the night before, of Kyla humping the pillow then using the brush on her tight little cunt. Her eyes fell to Kyla’s slender thighs, moved up them to the crotch of those tight shorts again. But Kyla was sitting down, and she couldn’t see the sweetness of those puffy cunt lips outlined.

Her legs shook, and Jenna jumped, startled, when she felt Kyla reach out and touch her thigh. The girl was gazing up at her, sparkling eyes smoldering, her moist mouth parted slightly. Jenna saw the pink tongue so wet so perfect. , The throb in Jenna’s cunt became intense, but she didn’t dare press her hand into her crotch with Kyla sitting there.

A small gasp erupted from Jenna when she felt Kyla move her hand in a caressing motion along her thigh. She felt the fingertips moved along the leg of her shorts. Jenna sucked in a loud breath, then gazed hotly into Kyla’s smoldering eyes. The lemonade was on the floor, forgotten.

As if in a dream-like trance, Jenna slipped to her knees in front of Kyla. They continued to gaze into each other’s eyes as Jenna placed her hands on Kyla’s dimpled knees. She felt the heat of those pretty knees burn into her palm, and her tits rose and fell as the excitement increased. Kyla, too, was breathing faster, her small tits swelling out against the thin material of her cotton blouse.

Jenna moved her hands, sliding them along the outside surfaces of those creamy smooth thighs. She moved her hands up and down, feeling and touching as Kyla sat there, that pleased, almost knowing smile on her sweet face, her eyes glowing with pleasure and anticipation. Still without speaking, Kyla flung her knees apart. With her slender thighs wide, she scooted her ass forward on the edge of the couch. The tight crotch of her shorts revealed those puffy cunt lips again, molding them to perfection. Jenna stared into the girl’s crotch, and her own cunt began to steam more than ever. She drew her hands over Kyla’s smooth and tanned thighs, caressing the sensitive inner surfaces, watching her fingers move closer and closer to that tight crotch.

She felt the girl trembling under her hands, but it was not the trembling of fear; it was the shivering, goose-bumpy trembling of eager anticipation.

Jenna could hardly believe she was doing this. She could hardly believe she was running her hands up and down the satiny surfaces of Kyla’s inner thighs, stroking and feeling, kneeling there in this lewd way. But her cunt was burning with a fire that guided her, forced her onward. The images she had been witnessing through the window each night aided in increasing her desire.

“Ohhhhh!” Jenna suddenly moaned.

Her face darted down and forward, pressing her lips tightly against Kyla’s crotch. Her mouth was wide open, and her tongue lapped furiously against the tight shorts.

“Oooooh, I like that!” Kyla mewled, and Jenna felt the girl wiggle her cunt tighter into her face.

The smooth inner thighs pressed against Jenna’s face, hot and arousing. She moved her hands up those thighs, under them, then closed upon Kyla’s tight ass, lifting that precious crotch.

But licking Kyla’s cunt through those shorts was not at all satisfying.

The shorts buttoned in front, and through a hazy vision, Jenna saw the girl pulling at them with fumbling, eager fingers.

“I wanna take my shorts off!” Kyla whimpered in a hot voice. “I wanna take them off! I wanna get licked… oh, I’d love for you to lick me!”

Jenna helped draw the shorts down, her eyes burning on every inch of exposed skin. She saw the pink slit of Kyla’s young cunt as she pulled at the shorts, bringing them down. As Kyla shoved them from her feet, she shoved her cute ass over the edge of the cushion, her knees wide apart.

Jenna gazed with hungry desire at that sugary cunt she had only seen from a distance until now. Her tongue ran over her moist lips, and she was making soft mewling sounds as her fingers traced those gently pulsating cunt lips. She peeled the lips apart and saw the tip of Kyla’s succulent, glistening clitoris. Rubbing a finger over it, Kyla squealed and lifted her crotch into the air.

With an animal-like groan, Jenna plunged her mouth directly into that succulent pussy. She opened her lips wide as she closed her mouth upon the tasty cunt. Her tongue flipped about the sensitive clitoris of the wiggling, jerking girl. Again Jenna clutched at the ass cheeks, feeling the naked smoothness of them flex in her palms. She began licking her tongue up and down, lapping hard. The taste was exotic to her, sweet.

Kyla’s little cunt was slippery with seeping juices as Jenna twisted her tongue about that swollen, knotted, sensitive clitoris. She pulled it between her lips and sucked harshly, making Kyla arch her cunt tighter against her mouth. Jenna felt Kyla pulling at the back of her head, and when Kyla began to grind her cunt furiously into her mouth, Jenna shook her ass and felt a deep convulsion inside her cunt. The orgasm amazed her, but not because it was so strong. It amazed her because she had come by licking at this sugary, succulent, young cunt.

Jenna thrust her tongue into Kyla’s cunt, delving deeply and wiggling it about, pressing upon that steamy clitoris, writhing against it. Her chin seemed to be thrust between those hot ass cheeks, resting upon Kyla’s puckered asshole.

Kyla squealed and churned her ass, grinding her hot cunt into Jenna’s face. She clutched at Jenna’s head, scissoring her hot, velvety thighs about her face.

“Oooooh, lick my pussy!” Kyla pleaded as she ground hard and tight into Jenna’s mouth. “Oh, I I have never had my cunt sucked and I love it! Ahhh, make your tongue go deep in my pussy real deep! Fuck my cunt with your tongue!”

The words coming from Kyla bounced about inside Jenna’s inflamed mind, sending her into a frenzy of tongue fucking action. She plunged her tongue as deep as she could, flipped it about the wet, satiny walls, then swirled it up to her clitoris.

With her ass swaying and twitching, her cunt bubbling with wave after wave of orgasm, Jenna sucked and licked at the deliciously young cunt like a woman demented.

Kyla was squealing with ecstasy. The convulsions of Jenna’s orgasm squeezed at her tongue in a wet, tight manner. Jenna pumped her tongue in and out swiftly, her hands clutching the bunching cheeks of Kyla’s sweet ass. She kept her tongue moving swiftly until she felt the spasms slow a bit. Then she slipped her tongue free and worked it up over Jenna’s distended clitoris, licking at it with harsh strokes.

When she finally pulled her face out of Kyla’s pussy, her face was smeared with juices. She leaned down and kissed Kyla’s pussy hotly, then sat on her heels and stared at her pretty face, seeing the satisfaction there. Her cunt was still throbbing, burning, despite a number of orgasms she had experienced while eating Kyla’s cunt. Resting her hands on Kyla’s thighs, she licked her lips, tasting the lingering sweetness there.

“That was very nice,” Kyla said with a quiver in her voice. “I’ve never had a woman suck my cunt before.”

“That makes us even,” Jenna smiled. “I’ve never sucked one before, either.”

She leaned forward and hugged the girl, and she was not at all surprised to find Jenna twisting her mouth against her. When Kyla thrust her tongue into her mouth, Jenna sucked at hard.

“My God you are such a good kisser.” Exclaimed Jenna, ” Have you ever had your face between a girl’s legs, sucking her cunt, honey?” Kyla shook her head. “I don’t know any girls that would let me try.” Jenna’s voice was hot and full of lust, . “But you’d like to try sucking a cunt, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, yes!” Kyla squealed. “I’d love to see what it’s like. I think all that hair on a cunt would tickle my face!”

Jenna had the impression she and Kyla were like two small girls, hiding behind the barn, playing show me yours and I’ll show you mine. But it was exciting, she admitted to herself.

She opened her shorts and pushed them down to her knees. “Oooooh, that’s beautiful, Jenna!” Kyla gurgled as her eyes burned directly upon the hair-rimmed cunt. “You sure are hairy! Oh, that’s just fabulous. Can I touch it?”

“After I tongue fucked you, you baby, have to ask that?” Jenna laughed. “Of course you can touch my cunt, Kyla.”

Jenna spread her feet on the floor, throwing her pelvis closer to Kyla. Kyla leaned forward with an eager expression. Her hand came out, fingers moving through the curls of Jenna’s pussy. Jenna played with the soft hair for a long moment, breathing hard. Then she shoved her hand between Jenna’s thighs and cupped her cunt.

“Ooooooh, you’re so hot and wet!” Kyla gurgled as she rubbed her hand back and forth. “You sure have a hot cunt, Jenna.”

Jenna felt a finger stab into her pussy, and she groaned as her hips jerked forward. She clasped Kyla’s wrist with both hands and began to move that rigid finger in and out of her cunt.

“Want me to finger fuck you, Jenna?” Kyla asked, her eyes blazing up. “I will, if you want me to. I’ll make you come with my finger.”

“I thought you wanted to suck a cunt, Kyla?” Jenna asked, arching her eyebrows. “Didn’t you say you wanted to try and eat a pussy?”

“Can I?” Kyla squealed. “Oh, I’d love to taste your cunt, Jenna! Can I really eat it?”

Kyla slipped from couch and sat on the floor, leaning her head back. Jenna straddled that eager young face and stood with the girl gazing up into her hairy cunt. She caressed Jenna’s silken hair, letting her take her time despite the boiling sensation between her thighs. She felt Kyla run her hands up the backs of her thighs, over the swells of her ass cheeks, and all the time those hot, hungry eyes stared at her cunt.

Jenna bent her knees, lowering her pussy toward Kyla’s face. When she felt Jenna’s lips touch her cunt, she writhed, smearing the girl’s face with dripping juices. Kyla gave a muffled whimper of pleasure as she dug her hands into Jenna’s ass cheeks. Jenna felt Kyla’s tongue flick into her cunt, darting in and out. The soft squeals that came, from Kyla were enough to tell Jenna the girl loved it, loved to have her tongue up a pussy.

Then it was time for Jenna to whimper with ecstasy. Kyla had closed her lips about her throbbing clitoris, and she was sucking in a frenzy of hungry desperation.

She twisted her pussy against Kyla’s sweet young face, feeling those lips burn upon her clitoris, that hot little tongue flicking around the tip. Bracing herself by putting her hands on the couch, Jenna was almost squatting into the girl’s face, but Kyla didn’t seem to mind. She clutched at Jenna’s ass cheeks as she sucked in a harsh way upon the inflamed clitoris, her tongue lapping eagerly.

The orgasms began with hot waves of liquid heat.

Jenna twisted her cunt into Kyla’s face as she started coming. Her pussy clutched in a flexing way, the orgasms coming in a series of shuddering explosions that made her shake her ass and grind her cunt into Kyla’s lapping mouth.

She thought her tits would burst through the thin halter, they swelled so much. She closed her thighs about the sweet face of the girl, her cunt bursting with the most powerful ecstasy she could imagine. Soft yelps bubbled from her constricted mouth, and her eyes squeezed tightly as she savored the blissful sensation of coming into this eager young mouth.

She grew weak, her legs feeling like water. She was afraid she would fall. Trying to pull her cunt away from that frantically sucking, licking mouth, she felt Kyla grip her ass, holding the hair-rimmed, convulsing cunt against her face.

But the weakness overcame the strength of the girl. Jenna slipped sideways and sprawled upon the couch, her legs wide and her cunt twitching.

Kyla, however, shoved her face back between Jenna’s hot thighs. But she didn’t lick or suck; she kissed with moist, hot lips about the curling hair, slipping her tongue through the strands.

Jenna could not believe that her fantasy had become reality. She pleaded with Kyla to stop and pulled the girl into her arms. No longer would she have to admire her from afar.

She smiled at the girl. “Let me show you the view from my bedroom,” she said with a satisfied smile.

The End

 

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Little Girl Lost

  • Posted on August 25, 2018 at 9:36 am

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: No idea where this one came from. I didn’t make as many changes to this one as usual — it was already pretty damn great.

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My name is Andrea and I live with my family in a small apartment in a neighborhood called Morningside Heights.

It was the summer of my eighteenth year. As everybody knows, summer in New York City is hot and sticky and miserable, and this summer was especially bad.

On this Saturday afternoon in July it was hotter than ever. We have a couple of window air conditioners in our apartment, but it’s not enough. Still hot. That day, my cousin Melanie and her mom came over. Mel’s 23 now and works as a waitress. Over a year ago, when I was 16, Melanie showed me a lot of stuff that two girls can do to give each other pleasure. I guess you could say she corrupted me, but I’m not complaining. She opened up a whole new world to me and I love playing with girls now, but I’ve only been with one girl besides her. It’s not easy to find girls who want to try lesbian sex. And I need to be careful because I don’t want my parents to find out.

Melanie is a very sexy girl. She has dark hair like me, but her eyes are dark brown and mine are light green. She’s also a lot more filled out than I am. Where I’m pretty thin and have smallish breasts, she’s a lot more rounded, womanly, and has big 36D boobs. Part of me still thinks that the things we’ve done together are wrong—she is my cousin, after all! It’s supposed to be wrong because we’re family, but it feels sooooo good I can never say no to her.

It was too hot in the apartment to cook dinner, so we decided to have a picnic in Central Park. The park is only six blocks away and everybody heads there in the summer to get away from the hot streets. We were done eating and Mel and I were sitting on a blanket a little ways from where our parents sat. They were drinking beer while we girls had ice cream we bought from a vendor in the park.

As usual, Melanie was wanting to get in my pants. I was wearing loose gym shorts and she kept sliding her foot up my leg and trying to get it all the way up inside my shorts. “Andy baby,” she said, “you know they’ll be going out later, and then we can fuck.” Part of me wanted to tell her no, but another part knew that I wouldn’t. I could feel my panties getting wet just thinking about making love to my sexy cousin.

About that time I noticed a girl walk by on the path. She was about thirteen or so, blonde and very pretty and looked lost. I was wondering about her when she came over to where Mel and I were sitting. She explained that she had just got to the city that day. She was on vacation with her family but they had got separated during a street festival. The battery in her cell phone was dead and she didn’t know which hotel they were staying in. The sun was going down and she was starting to get scared. Could we help her?

I was thinking, Wow, she’s got beautiful blue eyes and such a kissable mouth, then my mom came over and asked what was up. We found out her name was Elizabeth, Elli for short, and she was twelve. Her family was visiting New York from their home in Ontario. We gave her some food and a cold drink.

Elli was wearing shorts and a halter top and her body was really cute. I caught myself looking at her legs and I thought, You perv! This poor girl needs our help and all you can think about is sex! I couldn’t help myself, though… something about this cute young teen had me tingling all over.

It was all arranged in a few minutes. Elli would come back and stay with us until we could find her family. I told her to help herself to the shower and gave her one of my t-shirts to put on, and threw her clothes in the washer. Melanie was right—our parents said they were going out for a while and we should make Elli feel at home. I showered too and put on a white tank and a pair of pink string bikini panties.

We watched TV until Elli said she was really tired. All that time I must have been staring at her face, thinking how beautiful she was. Her lips were very full and reminded me of a much younger Scarlett Johansson. Melanie was winking at me and making suggestive gestures when Elli wasn’t looking, but I tried to ignore her. I was feeling protective towards this girl, maybe because she was younger than me, and all Mel wanted was to fuck.

I decided that Elli would sleep with me in my bed and Melanie would take the couch. Mel definitely wasn’t happy about that, but that was just tough.

When we got in bed Elli and I talked. I asked about her life and before long the whole story poured out of her. She’d just gotten a boyfriend for the first time, and just recently she let him make out with her. But the very next day the bastard had ditched her and told his friends she was a slut. Elli started to cry, and I automatically put my arms around her, letting her cry on my shoulder. I kissed her damp blonde hair and then kissed the tears from her cheeks.

I swear I didn’t mean for it to happen, but after many kisses my mouth found her lips. They were salty with tears but sweet at the same time. I felt her body stiffen. “Relax,” I said. “I’m going to make you forget all about that creep.”

She said, “I don’t know…I’ve never…”

“Shhhh,” I said, putting my finger to her lips. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. If something doesn’t feel right just tell me to stop.” I kissed the top of her head again. Her hair smelled wonderful and I pressed my nose against it. Then I kissed her ear and nibbled on it gently and licked all the way around it. When my tongue went in her ear I heard her gasp and felt her shiver. I figured I was doing something right.

I kissed her lips again and this time she responded. The tip of her tongue came out and I licked it. In seconds we were locked in a deep passionate kiss, our tongues swirling around together and probing each other’s mouths. “Oh god, Andrea,” she said. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”

“Don’t fight it,” I said, and kissed her some more. We kissed like that for a while: it might have been an hour or it might have been five minutes. She kissed better than anyone has ever kissed me. I was on top of her, her leg between mine. My pussy was craving attention, and I very slowly started to rub it against her leg. She didn’t tell me to stop.

I was afraid to take it any further and drive her from my bed, but I wanted her so bad. Very cautiously I moved my hand up until I could feel her budding breast through the t-shirt. I thought, Please let her be okay with this.

I felt her nipple stiffen under my fingers. She kissed me even harder and the urgency of her kiss told me that she was mine.

I lifted the hem of her shirt and she helped me take it off. I realized then that I hadn’t given her any clean panties to wear, and she was naked under that shirt. The only light in the room came from the neon signs and streetlights outside the window, and in that shifting light I gazed in wonder at her body. It was so beautiful I just had to touch her all over. My hands wandered across her stomach, her arms, shoulders, memorizing every curve. Finally I reached her cute little tits.

Elli sighed with pleasure as I sucked on one, then the other pink nipple. I was in heaven. This lovely girl was naked in my bed and she wasn’t pushing me away. After a while I kissed my way down her tummy, and I felt her tighten up. I went on past the place I wanted most and kissed her thighs. When I reached the moist cleft at the top of her thighs, I stopped and pushed her legs apart. Her mound had a small patch of sparse blonde down and looked scrumptious. I could see her moisture seeping out, and I could just make out her delicate scent. My little lover’s pussy was like a ripe juicy peach just waiting to be eaten.

I looked up into her face and she was looking down at me. I could see the mixed emotions in her eyes. She looked a little apprehensive and a lot excited. Mostly she just looked good. “God, you’re beautiful,” I said as I lowered my face to her cunt. I kissed her puffy outer lips then ran my tongue all the way up her wet slit from bottom to top, circling her clit. She moaned her encouragement. I plunged my tongue into her fuckhole as deep as it would go, tasting the nectar that flowed from her. She was delicious.

I licked a finger and slid it inside her, feeling around for that special spot. When I found it she whimpered. I worked a second finger inside her and began to lick all around her clit without quite touching it. “Oh god Andrea, please….” she said.

I pulled out my fingers and held them to her lips. “Taste yourself,” I said. “It’s so good.”

Elli only hesitated for a second, then took my slippery fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. “Please… don’t stop licking me,” she said hesitantly.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, licking her clit with the flat of my tongue as I finger fucked her.

“Oh yes,” she cried. “Yes…yes…oh god yes…YES! YES! YES!”

I had my hands under her ass, holding her pussy to my face as she came, hips bouncing, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. It was a beautiful sight, and made my cunt throb with need. Her orgasm went on for a good long time and I knew nobody had ever made her come like that before. Her cream was flowing and I drank it up. As her tremors died down I continued to lap at her slit. My cheeks and chin were wet with Elli’s sweet juice and I liked it.

Just then there was the sound of someone clearing her throat. I looked towards the door and there stood Melanie. “Well, well,” she said. “Is this the kind of help our little waif needed, then?”

I just lay there looking up at my older cousin with a young girl’s sweet juice dripping from my chin. Elli reacted by trying to cover herself with her hands. She blushed bright pink. Of course she didn’t know that Melanie was also into girls. Big time.

Mel just laughed. “Don’t bother trying to hide now,” she said. “I’ve already seen everything. Besides, you have a great body. You should be proud of it.” She closed the door and walked over to the bed. I didn’t move and Elli looked like she would die of embarrassment. Melanie stroked Elli’s smooth blonde hair then ran the tip of her finger down one arm until she reached my new lover’s hand—the hand that was covering her pussy. Gently she lifted the hand to her mouth and sucked on the terrified girl’s finger.

“Mmmm,” she said. “Tastes good. Andy, you are a naughty girl for keeping her to yourself. I guess you haven’t learned how to share.”

“I… I didn’t plan this…”

“Yeah, right,” my cousin said. “I could see you wanted her from the second you two met. Now it’s my turn.” Melanie crossed her hands in front of her and lifted her t-shirt over her head and off. I think I actually heard Elli gasp a little. Melanie does have the most amazing titties. They’re big and round yet they hardly sag at all. The nipples are bigger than mine but about the same color —- not brown and not pink but somewhere in between. The rest of her body is really nice too, a narrow waist with a slightly rounded belly and a great ass. And smooth skin without a blemish anywhere.

I could see Elli checking her out and it made me a little jealous. Mel knelt on the bed next to me between Elli’s wide open legs. She said, “You know your face is all wet.” I must have turned three shades of red but Mel just looked at me hungrily. She turned me over on my back and kissed me, and I know that she could taste Elli’s cunt on my mouth. Our tongues danced together for a minute and then she licked up the sauce on my chin and around my mouth. “Mmmmm,” she said. “Yummy.”

Then she swung one leg over my head so her knees were straddling my face. She said to Elli, “You know what I call your friend Andrea?” Elli didn’t know what to say. She just stared as Melanie lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth. “I call her my little fuck doll.” Looking down at me she spread herself open with her fingers. “Yeah, lick me, little fuck doll,” she said. I was so hot, and the smell of Mel’s pussy seemed to make me drunk. I would have done anything she wanted right then.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her cunt. She lowered herself some more until she was pressed against my mouth. “That’s right, little fuck doll. Lick it.” And I did. I licked her juicy cunt and Melanie started to move her hips, riding my face. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could, making her squeal. Then Melanie started to talk really dirty to Elli.

“Oh god, Blondie,” she said, “do you like watching your little friend eat my cunt? Did my cousin do a good job on your sweet pink pussy? It sure looked like she did. I was watching and you two were so hot together. She made you come real good, didn’t she? Yeah, she’s a good little cunt licker. That’s right. My little fuck doll.” Her dirty talk made me so hot that I had to reach down and rub my pussy while she humped against my mouth.

She moved her hips faster and I just held my tongue flat against her clit. “Are you getting hot for it again, Blondie?” my cousin asked. “Is Andy your little fuck doll now too?” Then I heard her softly say, “Come here Blondie. Come here and squeeze my titties.” I could feel the bed move as Elli changed position, then I could see her above me, her hands on Mel’s big boobs. “Mmmm, that’s right,” Mel said. “Now kiss them. Kiss and suck on my nipples.” I could only watch as Elli’s sweet face moved closer and she took one of Mel’s nipples in her mouth.

Melanie’s hips moved faster and faster as I closed my eyes and tried to keep my tongue on her clit. Her girl juice poured into my open mouth. She was moaning now and I could tell she wasn’t far from coming. When I heard Mel say, “Yeah, pinch my nipples,” I looked up again. My cousin and my new friend Elli were kissing like lovers and their hands were all over each other. “Oh God yes, eat my pussy, little fuck doll,” Melanie pleaded. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my face even tighter against Mel’s cunt.

I wanted Melanie to come, and I knew just how to make it happen. I plunged one finger way up inside my sopping pussy and got it good and wet. Reaching between Mel’s round butt cheeks, I found her little puckered asshole and worked my finger in circles until the tip popped through her tight ring and into her anus.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, flooding my mouth. She fell forward against Elli as her legs trembled around my head. Her honey was still flowing and I licked it up.

After a minute or two Melanie rolled off me and snuggled up against Elli. I was jealous, but what could I say? Hey Mel, I seduced this girl first, so she’s mine! Instead, I just lay there watching them fondle each other, and stroking my pussy slowly with my fingers.

Then Melanie did something that made me instantly forgive her and love her all over again. She said to Elli, “Have you ever tasted another girl’s pussy?” Elli shyly shook her head no. “Then kiss Andrea. Kiss my little fuck doll,” Mel said. “I bet her mouth is full of my pussy cream.”

Not only was the taste of Mel’s pussy in my mouth, half my face was still coated with her slippery girl juice. Elli came to me on her hands and knees. She smiled sweetly and my heart melted. “Thank you,” she said, and kissed me. It was a delicate sort of kiss at first, but soon grew heated when her tongue dipped into my mouth. I heard her say, “Mmmm,” and I got the feeling she liked the taste of Melanie’s pussy. When she licked my cheeks I was sure of it.

“It’s good, eh Blondie?” Melanie asked. “Now suck on her tits,” said my favorite cousin, directing Elli’s lovely head toward my breasts. The sweet lost girl looked into my eyes as she licked one of my aching nips and then sucked it into her mouth. I groaned with pleasure. She moved to the other breast as I ran my fingers through her hair and told her she was gorgeous. Elli went back and forth between my tender buds, all the while looking up at me with her wide blue eyes.

“Okay, enough of the lovey-dovey,” said Melanie. “Taste my little fuck doll now, Blondie. I want to see you eat your first pussy.” Elli took a last loving lick on each nipple before turning south. I grabbed her wrist.

“You don’t need to do this,” I said.

Elli raised her head and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. “But I want to,” she said, then moved down my body planting sweet kisses along the way. At last she was between my legs. Melanie was right, of course. I’d craved this ever since we met Elli in the park.

“Oh sweetie, oh baby,” I murmured as she kissed the tops of my thighs. She explored my sensitive labia with a fingertip, making me shiver.

“Your pussy is beautiful,” she said, before raising her eyes to mine once more. Then, as Melanie and I both watched as if in a trance, she slowly brought her mouth down on my seething cunt. She first covered it with kisses before the tip of her tongue appeared, snaking into my folds of quivering pink flesh.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered.

“Oh, yeah!” Melanie said triumphantly. “Little girl eats her first pussy!”

We watched my new lover’s expression change from trepidation to joy, as Elli moved from tentative exploration to full-on cunt sucking. She was good. I could have guessed from the way she kissed that she would be good, but not this good. It was like she’d been born to it. The sexy blonde waif ate me just the way I like it, licking slowly from the bottom of my pussy to the tip of my clit and circling my little pink love button. When my hips began to move she fell in with my rhythm as if we’d been lovers for years. It was wonderful.

It felt soooo good that I wanted her to do it for hours…but I also needed to come. “Put a finger inside me,” I said. Elli sucked on a finger to wet it, then slipped it into my molten hot cunt. “Oh yes,” I gasped. “Just like that.” The pressure was building and I moved my hips more urgently but she stayed with me. “Try two fingers,” I said.

“Andy, you are such a horny little slut,” Melanie said. I looked over at her and saw that she was fingering herself as she watched. Then I looked down at Elli’s pretty face as she ate my pussy. Her tongue tickled my clit as her fingers worked deep inside me.

But it was her eyes that pushed me over the edge. So wide and blue and seemingly innocent, and they looked up at me with such longing. I could see that this was something that she really wanted—that she wanted me. I screamed as the first spasms ripped through my body. It was so intense that I actually started to cry.

“Oh god, oh Elli, oh fuck, oh baby, oh Elli…” I blubbered. It was the best orgasm of my life and it seemed to go on forever. Like an out-of-body experience, I felt I was floating over the bed somewhere. And that wonderful girl kept her tongue pressed on my clit the whole time. As I finally came down from my sex high, Elli slowly eased her fingers from my dripping quim while lapping up my juice.

When I’d got control of my limbs again I pulled her up so I could kiss her. “Elli, you’re incredible,” I told her. She smiled and her lips were wet with my fluids. We kissed softly. I held her in my arms and squeezed her tightly.

“No, you’re incredible,” she said, and kissed away my tears. We giggled and kissed some more and I could have spent the whole night that way. But Melanie was ready for more, and she didn’t let us rest for long.

“It’s time for Blondie to learn some new games,” Mel said. Then she lay on her back, pulling Elli toward her. “So is this really the first time you’ve been with a girl?” asked Melanie of our new friend. Elli nodded. “Then you’re in for a treat. It’s a two-for-the-price-of-one special.” The blonde hottie was positioned so that she knelt over Mel’s face, exactly the way Melanie had straddled me a little earlier. I could see that Elli was still feeling a bit shy about the situation — she was blushing as she lowered her juicy peach to Mel’s face — but she didn’t refuse, either.

I knelt in front of Elli and hugged her, our boobs squished together. “Are you sure you’re okay with all this?” I asked.

“Yeah… ah… I think so,” she answered as Melanie began to lick her pussy. We laughed and then I kissed her. She sighed into my mouth as Mel’s tongue explored the recesses of her pretty slit. It made me hot to watch her face as my cousin licked her clit. I moved down to her perfect breasts and sucked on them. Her nipples were pink and stiff and I loved them. I could only imagine what she must be feeling with one mouth on her pussy and another on her tits.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes…” she answered hesitantly.

“Just relax,” I said. “You’re going to love this.” And with that I pushed her shoulders down until her breasts were pressed against the mattress and her ass was high in the air. Mel never stopped licking her pussy — she probably knew what I was going to do next. I crawled on top of Melanie, stopping to suck her amazing breasts. They were slightly flattened from lying on her back, but still round and full. Mel paused long enough to kiss me, sharing Elli’s tangy flavor. Then she went back to licking the blonde girl’s clit while I leaned in between her thighs and pushed my tongue as far as I could up her fuckhole.

“Oh god,” Elli moaned as her pussy was double teamed by me and my twenty-three-year-old cousin. I lifted my head after a few moments. It was a beautiful sight. The blonde Canadian’s perfect round bottom thrust high in the air, my cousin’s tongue on her clit, and Elli’s face, turned to one side, contorted with pleasure. My attention was drawn to her ass. Her butt cheeks were so smooth and round, and between them lay the most perfect pink puckered asshole.

Did I dare? The girl was enjoying herself, no doubt. Just how far could I push her boundaries? Did she ever play with her butt? I could only guess. She hadn’t said no to anything yet. It was just too tempting—I had to find out. I spread her cheeks apart with my hands and ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass.

Elli moaned. Encouraged, I licked her rosebud, swirling my tongue in a circle. “Oh, fuck,” she cried. That sealed it. I knew her ass was mine. I stiffened my tongue into a point and tried to squeeze it through the blonde girl’s tight little sphincter.

Elli wailed, “Oh fuck yes! Yes! Oh my god! Oh Andy, do it! Yes!” She screamed even louder as the tip of my tongue slipped into her anus. Melanie paused in her cunt licking to watch.

“Oh Blondie, what’s the little fuck doll doing to you?” she asked.

“She… she’s licking me…”

“Licking you where? Where’s her tongue? Tell me.”

“My butt… her tongue is in my butt.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes… oh God, yes…”

Melanie pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining. I could taste Elli’s pussy in her mouth and she… well, you know. “You’re such a dirty fucking slut,” she said to me.

I took Elli’s hands and pulled them behind her so that they rested on her ass cheeks. “Spread your ass for me,” I said. She did. Then, as Melanie went back to licking her pussy, I began to rhythmically spear her asshole over and over with my tongue.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed. “I’m coming! Oh god, I’m coming!” It gave me great pleasure to make my sweet Elizabeth climax.

Melanie and I kissed as Elli caught her breath. “We’re so bad,” I said.

“Uh huh,” Mel answered. “I think Blondie wants more.” She held two fingers between our mouths and we kissed around them, getting them wet. Then she sank those fingers into Elli’s vagina and went back to licking her clit. Elli sighed. Moving her hands back to her butt cheeks, I ordered her to keep them spread. I licked up and down the crack of her ass, then paused to wet one of my own fingers in my mouth. Then, while continuously adding more spit to keep it lubed, I slowly eased the finger into Elli’s tight anus. I licked around my finger as I began to work it in and out of the blonde girl’s bottom. Meanwhile Mel fucked her pussy with two fingers and licked her clit.

It was too much. Her orgasm was unimaginable. I’m sure our neighbors could hear her screams and her body was wracked with convulsions that went on for more time than seemed possible. I have never seen anyone come so hard in my life.

When we were finally done with her, our little blonde was reduced to a trembling shuddering curled-up ball of delectable flesh. Her face was flushed, and a light sheen of sweat covered her entire body. Melanie and I looked down at her and gave each other high fives.

When at last Elli could relax from the fetal position, she lay on her back looking up at us, still breathing hard.

After a moment, she gave us a shaky smile and said, “Um… do we really need to find my parents right away?”

The End

 

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Model Daughter

  • Posted on August 23, 2018 at 9:39 am

by Sindy070

Reworked and polished by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita }

***

Mom and I had always been real close since Daddy left us and I guess that I really looked up to her – she was everything I wanted to be when I grew up; I idolized her.

So when Mom started to walk around the house with very little clothing on — even naked, once in awhile —  I thought it was cool and started to copy her. At the age of ten my body had yet to develop, but Mom still seemed to enjoy seeing me wearing nothing but panties. Sometimes she would tell me how cute I was, and what a sexy woman I would be when I grew up.

It was at this time that I started to develop new feelings towards Mom, more than the love I’d always felt for her. I soon realized that what I was experiencing was desire. I had started to masturbate by that time, and found that again and again images of Mom would appear in my mind when I touched myself — usually naked, or close to it. I already knew that I liked girls more than boys, but it was my mother who got me really excited.

This was confusing for me, because I knew that it was wrong to think of her that way, but at the same time it made me feel so happy to picture my mommy when I was touching myself — imagining that she was my girlfriend, or even that we were married.

One evening, Mom told me that she had been talking to a woman who specialized in taking pictures of women and girls, and she wanted to have photos done of the two of us.

“The thing, is, honey… she does a lot of nude photography,” Mom told me as we cuddled up on the sofa, her in a see-through nightie and me in t-shirt and panties. “Would you be up for that?”

“I think so,” I pondered. “Would you be naked too?”

“Of course, baby!” Mom giggled. “It’s only fair!”

So a few evenings later, we were on our way to where this woman Emma lived, as her home was also her photography studio.

I was thrilled to find that Emma was warm, friendly and beautiful in a really nice way. She made us feel welcome and relaxed. I was already excited, but that excitement increased when she showed us some of her work – beautiful pictures of mothers and daughters posing together clothed, then in undies, and then naked. It looked incredible… and had me feeling all warm and tingly down below, like when I touch myself.

“You make such a lovely couple,” Emma told us, “I do hope you’re up for posing in the nude, because I just know you’d look beautiful together!”

“Well, honey, do you want to do this?” Mom asked, turning to me.

“Yeah, I do, Mom,” I answered, “it looks like fun!”

Mom smiled and gave me a hug, and so we went into Emma’s studio, a large white open space with lots of lights and a pile of cushions to one side.

Once Emma was set up, she guided us through a series of poses — standing, sitting, hugging –during which my excitement only grew. There was something in the air that I couldn’t put my finger on, but I was enjoying myself a lot!

“Now, I want to shoot you in your underthings,” Emma told us. “If you like, I’ll strip down myself, to make you feel more relaxed.”

“I think that’s a great idea, don’t you Cindy?” Mom asked me, and I had to agree with her.

As I took my top and skirt off I was watching Emma undress, and I felt my pussy throb as I gazed at her perfect figure, clad in a black lacy top, stockings, suspenders and the tiniest g-string. Mom looked hot too – under her dress she wore a black teddy and hold-up stockings, leaving me in white training bra, pale pink panties and white ankle socks.

“You two look marvelous,” purred Emma as she looked at us standing together. “These are going to be some of my best shots ever!”

As we posed for Emma I was getting that feeling inside again, the one I get when I’m alone in my room and touching myself all over. Emma was putting Mom and I in poses that meant a lot of body contact between us. I was enjoying feeling Mom’s soft skin against mine, especially this one shot where she was cuddling me and my face was pressed against her breasts. I realized that I was getting turned on by posing like this with Mom, and with Emma looking so beautiful and me being in just my undies – I was so thrilled I thought I might burst!

“You two look so good together,” Emma purred. “I wonder if you’d do something extra special for me – will you kiss each other?”

I looked up at Mom and I could see that she really wanted this to happen. I started to realize the direction in which this whole thing was going – and I wanted it too!

Mom and I didn’t say anything – we didn’t need to. As we drew together, I closed my eyes as her face came close to mine. Emma was snapping away as our lips touched… then we were kissing for real, and it was the best feeling ever.

My mother held me tightly, and I just melted into her arms as our kissing grew passionate. My pussy was getting hot and moist and I moaned into Mommy’s mouth when I felt her tongue toying with mine, then kissed her back the same way.

When we finally came up for air Mom and I just gazed into each other’s eyes as Emma moved around us, snapping away and telling how beautiful a moment it had been.

“Do you want more, honey?” Mom asked me nervously.

By that time, my panties were getting very damp, and all I could think about was going even further than just kissing with Mom. I only knew some things about being a lesbian — and of course I’d never done anything with a girl before, being only ten. But it was then that I realized…. I could do actual sex stuff with my mother, right here in front of Emma!

I gave her a sweet smile and said, “Mom, I love you so much… and I’ll do anything, anything you want,” meaning every word of it.

The smile she gave me made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and I knew right then for sure that the two of us were about to go to some very naughty places together – and Emma was here to record it all!

“Emma, please tell us what to do now,” Mom said, turning to her. “I’m not sure …”

“It’s okay, Helen,” Emma said as she came closer to us, stroking my hair, “I’ll guide you through this.”

We brought the floor cushions into the middle of the room and lay down together. Emma had us kiss for awhile, then she got Mom to take down the front of her teddy to show her breasts, and told me to suck on them.

It was incredible, kissing those beautiful titties, then taking her nipple into my mouth for the first time since I was a little baby. Then Emma made it even better, telling Mom to rub me through my panties!

As I gazed into my mother’s eyes while sucking on her nipple, she smiled down at me lovingly and started to touch me down there, pressing the cotton of my panties against my moistening pussy and making me moan happily.

Mom lowered her face and we kissed again as she pushed her hand down the front of my panties and touched me directly. I was in heaven as Emma took photos of Mom fingering me, making me hotter and wetter.

“Take her panties off, Helen,” Emma whispered, “show me her pussy.” A thrill went through my body when she said that.

I lifted my bottom up as Mom eased my panties down and off, then spread my legs wide, wanting to show myself off. Emma came in close onto her knees to take shots of my pussy, telling Mom to touch me and open me up. I felt so wonderfully naughty as Mom showed how wet I was getting to Emma and her camera.

For the next few minutes I was the center of attention as Mom removed my bra and played with my budding breasts and little nipples before joining me in all sorts of dirty poses, exposing my pussy and butthole to Emma. Then it was Mom’s turn to undress some more and I helped her out of her teddy to leave her in just her panties. She had shaved her pussy and her mound was baby smooth. As we kissed again we reached out and played with each other, my fingers exploring her wet folds as she explored mine.

“Helen, I think it’s time, don’t you?” Emma said to Mom, who agreed with her.

“Baby, you know what I want to do, don’t you?” she asked me softly as she stared into my eyes.

“Yes, Mom, I do,” I replied, “and I want you to!” That earned me a big smile and a kiss from Mom!

Mom lay me back down on the floor cushions, spreading my legs wide apart as she knelt between them. Emma was close, smiling down at me between shots and I watched as her hand strayed down to rub herself, her tiny g-string pretty much buried in her shaven pussy.

I watched Mom move right in, smiling up at me as she kissed my juicy slit, making me gasp out loud with pleasure. I heard Emma’s camera clicking as she took pictures of Mom licking me, making me writhe and moan as she did amazing things with her tongue, making me feel better and better.

I watched Emma tug her g-string off, and as she squatted beside us she kept sliding her hand down to her pussy and rubbing it, an unbelievably sexy sight to an aroused ten-year-old girl.

“Mom, I’m gonna come!” I cried out as I felt that pressure rapidly building up inside me.

Mom had lifted my butt up off the cushions as her mouth was glued to my cunt, and I was trembling and shaking as she licked and sucked at me. I came with a cry, my whole body going stiff as I trembled and thrust myself against my Mom’s mouth, my pussy on fire. Mom kept making love to me for as long as I could stand it, but eventually she eased off and lowered me back down onto the cushions.

Mom slid up my body and I hung on to her as I kissed her in loving gratitude, both of us whispering words of adoration to each other. Emma was still taking photos, but when we broke away she put her camera down and came over to join us, now completely naked.

As I lay there recovering from the sex I’d just had, I watched open-mouthed as Emma stood above us and my mother sat up and began to lick her juicy pussy.

It was incredibly exciting to watch. I got up and pressed myself against Mom’s back, watching all the sexy fun as I reached around and played with her tits. It didn’t take long for her to make Emma come – not surprising after what she’d just seen – and I watched as her pussy gushed all over my mother’s face. I had to give Mom a big messy kiss when I saw that, just to get a taste of Emma.

We rested together after that, cuddling and kissing each other. Emma got up and uploaded the pictures, then we went over to see what they looked like. It was so beautiful, going through all the images of Mom and I getting closer and closer, finally kissing, then making love. As you can probably imagine, we got hot and tingly all over again. Then I realized something.

“You haven’t come yet, Mommy!” I told her, “Can I lick you? I want to make you feel good.”

“Of course you can, baby!” Mom cooed in delight, “You can do anything you want to me.”

So Mom lay down on the floor cushions, and as I moved to join her, Emma suggested I get on top of my Mom so that we could lick each other at the same time. I’d never heard of a 69 before, but I did as she said, straddling Mom’s head and resting my body on top of hers as she spread her legs wide.

I looked down at her smooth pussy, her glistening lips sticking out and just begging to be touched. So I reached down to do just that, using my fingers to open her vagina – the one that had given birth to me!

I was exploring Mom’s pussy as Mom was kissing mine. I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the whole world, all pink and wet. I started to lick it, taking delight in the heat and the flavor of my mother’s sex – within seconds, I was hooked!

Emma was taking pictures at both ends as we licked and sucked and explored each other’s cunts, telling us how sexy and beautiful we were. I was trembling all over as I feasted on Mom’s pussy while she did the same to me. We were humping and writhing against each other, our faces dripping with sweet love honey.

Mom started to cry out loud, thrusting her hips up and moaning. I was sucking on her clit as I pushed two fingers in and out of her twitching hole. Emma was encouraging me to get dirty and wild with Mom’s pussy, and I pulled my sticky fingers out and buried my face in the warm, wet flesh, drilling my tongue inside her. That was when Mom began to come, and I was so excited that I came too.

While Emma uploaded these photos Mom and I cuddled up together and shared a long creamy kiss, relishing this new, intense love that we shared for each other. She whispered to me between kisses, telling me how she had ached to be with me for so long, how she was scared I wouldn’t want it, how I could now share her bed. I was blown away by the intensity of it all, and eagerly agreed to everything Mom suggested. We were lovers now, and knowing that made me happier than I’d ever been before.

“I’ve photographed a lot of wonderful mothers and daughters,” Emma said as she lay down to join us on the cushions, “but you two are the sexiest pair I’ve ever seen. Would you be willing to do more work with me and some of my other models?” She ran her hands over our bodies as we looked at each other, stroking us. “I know a few women who would love to be in sex scenes with you both.”

Needless to say, we both agreed. I’d just discovered lesbian love for real, and I wanted lots more of it!

“You know this has to stay secret, don’t you baby?” Mom asked me, hugging me to her. “What we’ve done, and what Emma wants to do — it’s all illegal.”

“It’s not wrong, though… nothing this nice can be wrong,” I said, drawing a smile from the two women. “I won’t tell anyone else, I promise.” I took my mother’s face in my hands, giving her a tender kiss. “I love you, Mom… I love you so much!”

She gave me a dazzling smile. “I love you too, baby,” she murmured. “and I’m so glad that you and I can finally be together, the way I’ve dreamed for s-such a long time…” Her eyes were filled with happy tears.

“I’m glad too, Mom,” I signed, squeezing her tightly. “I want to do everything with you.”

***

That was six years ago. I’m a high school student now, and my mother and I are still passionate lovers. Our secret modeling careers have made us and Emma plenty of money, our photos and films selling for huge amounts to erotica collectors. You’d be astonished at how much some people will pay to see a real mother and daughter make love, especially when the girl is underage.

We’re still operating beneath the radar until I turn eighteen — though once I do, Mom and I are thinking about the possibility of revealing our secret to the world, of being open about our life as lovers. People would freak out, sure, but we’d be huge in the world of adult films… and maybe, just maybe, our example would encourage some mother out there who desires her little girl to do something about it, or give a lesbian teen the courage she needs to tell her mom, “I love you, and I want you.”

For my mother and I, incest has been the secret to our happiness. We adore one another, and dream that other moms and daughters can find the kind of love that we share.

The End

 

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Lea and the High Priestess

  • Posted on August 21, 2018 at 7:51 am

By Candy Kane

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive in January 1999}

The two maidens took Lea by the hand and led her through the torch-lit temple to the chamber of her mother, the High Priestess.

Lea was just twelve, and had been raised mostly by the maids of the High Priestess, so she had only seen her mother during the most important of religious ceremonies. But now she was of age, and was to spend the night with the High Priestess in a private ceremony that was to be the first step of her emergence into womanhood… and eventually, her succession to her mother’s power.

The maidens had dressed Lea in a sheer cloth gown that flowed around her like vapor. Her bare feet padded on the cool stone floor. The two maidens had spent the entire afternoon preparing Lea. They washed her in the pool, the water warmed by the noon sun. They ran their soft hands over her, anointing her with sweet smelling oils and lotions. She liked their touch, especially when one of them lingered on the opening between her legs and on the small, sensitive nipples of her adolescent breasts.

The girl had whispered in Lea’s ear that this would be one of the most important nights of her life. Lea was the oldest child of the woman many considered a goddess… and after this ceremony, she would be a child no more. When Lea asked what was expected of her, the girl simply said, whatever the High Priestess wants.

Then the girl kissed Lea and said she hoped the two of them could be together after Lea returned from her night with the High Priestess. Lea did not fully understand, but she did enjoy the taste of the girl’s lips.

As they entered the High Priestess’s chamber, Lea was struck by the beauty of her mother, lying on a huge bed of furs. The High Priestess had flowing black hair, radiant skin the color of copper, and green eyes that seemed to reach out and entice her. Lea stood by the side of the bed and looked at the High Priestess’s nude body glowing in the light of the candles. It seemed to be sculpted, its form and lines perfect.

The maidens removed the sheer cloth from Lea leaving her naked in the flickering, golden light. Lea heard their retreating footsteps and soon she was alone with the beautiful woman.

“Come to me, my child,” the High Priestess said, and stroked the furs she lay on.

Lea climbed up on the bed and laid on her back beside the woman, her heart racing, not knowing what to expect.

The High Priestess touched Lea’s face. “You are most beautiful, my daughter,” she said, and brushed the young girl’s hair from her eyes. “Before the sun comes up,” the woman whispered, “We will drink the honey that flows from our bodies and share the bliss that only women can give each other.” She leaned over and kissed Lea, her lips were tender and tasted of sweet wine. Then she said, “Tonight we will visit heaven together.”

The woman took Lea’s tiny nipple in her mouth and suckled it, caressing it with her tongue. Lea’s nervousness quickly faded, replaced with a warm feeling of arousal that swept through her. It seemed to converge at the opening between her legs. She liked what her mother was doing and wondered if she would be allowed to do the same.

As the High Priestess sucked Lea’s nipples, she stroked the young girl’s body, moving her hand like a feather up and down Lea’s sides and stomach until she finally slipped it between the girl’s legs, coaxing them apart as she lightly stroking the inside of her thighs. Lea had been intrigued by the patch of short, black hair she’s seen covering the opening between the High Priestess’s legs, and she wondered if it disappointed the woman that Lea had no hair there. The answer came quickly: a moan of approval as the woman cupped Lea’s small opening and cradled a finger between its folds.

Lea gasped at the tingle of pleasure the woman’s touch brought. It was as arousing as when the maiden had touched her in the pool. Her opening was tight and gripped the woman’s finger snugly. Lea thought it odd that at first there was dryness and friction, but as the woman moved her finger in and out, her opening became moist and slippery. Lea unconsciously rotated her hips in rhythm with the woman’s delicate probing.

Suddenly, Lea’s chest started to heave and her breathing increased, her pulse quickened, and she felt a strange, wanton fire building in her. The dampness increase between her legs, so much so, she thought she might have accidentally wet herself, but she knew she had not. The more the woman stroked Lea’s opening, the more the moisture flowed. Over the aroma of incense and the smoke from the candles, she could smell a wild honey-like fragrance coming from the woman’s body. It made her nose tingle.

While the High Priestess continued sliding her finger in and out of Lea, she covered the child’s mouth with hers, using her tongue to explore the warmth inside. Lea liked the sensation and returned the kisses, wrapping her delicate arms around her mother’s neck.

Suddenly, the woman touched a small, sensitive nub at the top of Lea’s opening and the young girl cried out as a wave of unimaginable pleasure swept over her. She opened her mouth and sucked in air as her body shook with this most wonderful of sensations. For an instant, she imagined doing the same thing to the beautiful young maiden that had kissed her at the pool. She yearned to put her finger inside the girl and make her cry out like that. But first, she wanted to learn everything the High Priestess promised to teach her.

Lea knew that many of the servant girls slept together and she often heard them crying out in the night. Now she realized they were not cries of pain, but passion. Once this night was over, she would find the young maiden, take her by the hand and lead her to her bed. She would sleep with her and show her all the delicious pleasures that she experienced with the High Priestess.

The woman removed her finger from Lea and licked it. “You have the taste of a delicate flower, a flower that only grows between the legs of a young girl.”

“I’m glad you are pleased,” Lea said smiling.

The woman slipped her finger back into Lea for a moment and then brought it to the girl’s lips. “Taste yourself,” she said, “for it is the nectar of your soul.”

Lea took the woman’s finger into her mouth and tasted the moisture from her body. It was sweet and very pleasurable. She wondered what her young friend would taste like.

“Now,” the woman said, “take your finger, place it inside me and put your mouth on my breast like a baby to her mother. Do what I have done to you and it will give me pleasure. In return, I will teach you the secrets of pleasing yourself and any woman your heart desires.”

Lea slipped her hand down between the High Priestess’s legs. She was surprised to find that the patch of hair she saw earlier was soft and damp. The folds of the woman’s opening were flared out like a flower in bloom, and between them, her flesh was warm and slippery. The High Priestess breathed in deeply as Lea traced the outside of the opening with her finger tip. Then, ever so slowly, she slid her finger inside finding it very hot. The hole was much larger than Lea’s and she found that she could insert two, then three fingers. With each additional finger, the High Priestess moaned, and Lea realized that the wild honey-like aroma was coming from the woman’s opening, and it grew stronger.

“Oh, my little lover, your touch is so gentle,” the woman whispered. “Do you enjoy pleasing me?”

Lea answered her with a kiss; this time she was the aggressor, putting her tongue in the woman’s mouth to explore. Lea not only liked pleasing the High Priestess, she was enthralled with how easily she could make the woman respond to her touch. The feelings that coursed through her small body were like nothing she had ever experienced before. She hoped the heat building between her legs would not cool until she could sleep with the young maiden.

The woman took Lea’s face in her hands and guided the girl’s mouth to her nipple. Lea found the taste of her skin to be slightly salty but with an after taste of some spice she could not identify. As she sucked, she felt the nipple grow hard in her mouth. She could tell from the increased breathing that her mother enjoyed it.

The High Priestess reached around and rubbed Lea’s bottom, something Lea had never thought would bring pleasure. But as she continued to suck on the High Priestess’s breast and stroke her fingers in and out of the woman’s opening, she became aware of how sensitive her little hole was. She remembered how the beautiful, young maiden had spent so much time washing Lea’s bottom. And when she dried Lea off, she had knelt down and kissed it before applying the scented oils. Lea had enjoyed the girl’s affection but had not understood it’s meaning. Now she realized that part of her body yearned for attention just as the opening between her legs did.

The High Priestess tested Lea’s small hole with the tip of her finger. She must have realized how tight it would be to enter, because the High Priestess brought her finger to her mouth and wet it. Then she returned it to the crack between Lea’s bottom and gently worked it into the hole.

Lea gasped with surprise at the wonderful sensation. The woman’s finger penetrated her tiny hole and slid up inside Lea’s rectum. A most unlikely place to seek pleasure, Lea thought as the anticipation of sharing this heavenly secret with the young maiden raced through her mind.

The High Priestess was moving in unison with Lea’s finger thrusts now, breathing hard and moaning loudly. At the same time, the woman had worked her finger completely inside Lea’s bottom and moved it in rhythm to their bodies. Lea went from one hard nipple to the other, hungry for the taste of the woman’s spicy skin. They were both in the throes of ecstasy now and within a few seconds their bodies shook and they cried out. Lea’s closed her eyes and remembered the words of the woman: tonight, they would visit heaven together. She had just entered a place so wonderfully erotic, so divine, she could only equate it to heaven.

As Lea lay in the High Priestess’s arms, pressing their sweaty breasts together, the woman said, “Sleep, my tiny lover and dream sweet dreams, for soon I will awaken you with a pleasure that is beyond what you have just experienced.”

Lea could not imagine what could be better than what she had experienced so far, but she smiled with anticipation as she drifted off on a soft cloud of total bliss.

*****

When Lea awoke, it was from the sensation of something warm and wet. She came out of the twilight of sleep to the realization that something wonderful was happening between her legs. Laying on her back, she sensed that her legs were spread wide and when she looked down she saw that the High Priestess was lying further down the bed with her head between Lea’s legs. She had her mouth on Lea’s opening and was licking it. Like lightning from a summer storm, a bolt of pleasure shot through Lea. Her mother was using her tongue to do things Lea had never thought possible.

She cried out as she felt the High Priestess’s tongue go inside her. The woman was stroking Lea’s legs and licking her from her opening down to her small anus. Lea wrapped her legs around the woman’s head and cried out, gritting her teeth and arching her back. She tangled her fingers into the High Priestess’s hair and pushed down forcing the woman’s tongue deeper into her. Then her mother found the tiny bud at the top of Lea’s opening and sucked it between her lips.

Lea brought her hands up to her face and screamed, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks. Her body exploded with passion and she could see only blurred patches of golden light.

The woman sucked the little bud of flesh in and out of her mouth and Lea could not stop screaming. She ran the bottoms of her feet up and down her mother’s back and cried with joy as she beat the furs with her tiny hands. Multiple waves of raw pleasure shook her small frame, which was now drenched in sweat. She felt a flood of liquid shoot out of her opening and she could hear her mother lapping it up like a cat drinking milk.

As Lea’s body finally slowed down, it’s tremors subsided, and her breathing calmed, she raised her head to watch the woman finish licking her clean. Then the High Priestess crawled up and gently laid herself down on top of Lea, careful not to hurt her. She kissed Lea and licked away the tears. Lea could smell herself all over her mother’s face.

“Now you know the secret of how women please each other,” the High Priestess said. “Next, my sweet lover, I want you to put your mouth on my opening and pleasure me as I have you. Take me to the place you just came from… and I will then show you how we can go there together at the same time.” The woman kissed Lea’s face softly and asked, “Do you desire to please me?”

“More than anything,” Lea said.

The woman rolled over on her back taking Lea with her until the girl was on top. “Take your tongue and travel down my body to the place where my river flows. Drink all you want, my little lover, for I have an ocean to give you.”

Lea kissed the High Priestess and then slowly moved down, kissing and licking the salty moisture from the woman’s neck, then the valley between her breasts. She spend a few moments taking the woman’s nipples into her mouth to make sure they were hard, then she kissed her way down the flat stomach and finally reached the short patch of damp fur. The scent coming from between the woman’s legs was spicy and exotic, and Lea breathed deeply trying to capture all of it in her lungs. At last, she was over the opening and she pressed her nose between the delicate petals of the flower so that she could smell only the fragrance that came from deep inside.

She pictured herself with her face between the legs of the young maiden, and she hoped that the girl would be hairless and soft like her own opening. It was not that she disliked the short hair around her mother’s cleft — it was just that she was already fantasizing what it would soon be like to pleasure a girl her own age. But now, what was most important was to please this beautiful woman as much as she could. There would be many nights to sleep with the palace maids.

The High Priestess raised her legs, put her hands behind her knee, and pulled them back against her chest, opening herself fully. Lea watched in awe as honey seeped out of the woman’s opening and flow down to her small hole. She waited until enough had collected in the little puckered indention before she brought her finger tip to it and pushed.

The woman moaned as Lea’s finger found the warm secret inside. Then Lea bent to the real work at hand. She started licking, first all around the opening, then between the woman’s petals.

Lea noticed a hood of flesh that stuck out at the top of the woman’s opening, and as she explored under it with the tip of her tongue, she found a small pea-shaped bud of flesh that grew larger and harder the more she licked it. Suddenly, she realized it was the same sensitive nub that lived in its hiding place between her own legs. Earlier, the woman had found and stimulated it, taking her to a new level of arousal. She knew she could now do the same to the High Priestess. Sucking the little nub between her lips, she flicked it with her tongue and the woman responded with a cry of ecstasy.

Lea increased her sucking rhythm while she worked her finger deeper into the woman’s rectum. Soon the High Priestess was squirming and jerking her hips, calling out in the night at the pleasure the young girl was delivering. The woman grabbed handfuls of fur that covered the bed and screamed, her back arching, her legs trapping Lea’s head in a passionate embrace.

Lea kept up the assault until the woman begged her to stop. With a smile, she looked up into the High Priestess’s face and realized she had taken her just as far as she herself had be taken.

Finally, the woman opened her eyes and gazed down at Lea. She held her arms wide and said, “Come here, my sweet child.”

Lea moved up to lay on top of her. The woman wrapped her arm and legs around her young lover and they kissed. Then the High Priestess said, “There is one more secret I will share with you before we sleep, my child.”

“But you have shown me so much already, Mother,” Lea said. “What more can there be?”

The woman gave her a knowing smile and caressed her face. Then she said, “Turn around and lay beside me with your feet to my head.”

Lea hesitated for a moment as she tried to picture where this was leading. Then she obeyed and turned her body around with her head next to her mother’s hip.

“Now, sweet child,” the woman instructed, “move back on top of me.”

As Lea positioned herself onto the High Priestess, she felt the woman guide her slim legs apart and place them on each side of her head. Propped up on her hands, Lea looked down and realized the woman’s opening was only inches from her mouth, her scent steaming up to meet Lea’s nostrils. Then the woman brought her own knees up and spread her legs wide.

The meaning of all this hit the young girl like a thunderclap. In this position, they could put their mouths on each other, and as her mother promised, they would visit heaven together.

Suddenly, Lea felt her mother take hold of her slender hips and pull them down, her hot breath was on Lea’s opening. At the same time, Lea brought her mouth down and gently kissed the woman’s petals. She settled her body down on top of the High Priestess, and within seconds they were both licking and drinking the warm nectar that flowed out.

This was by far the most exquisite thing they had done, and Lea was obsessed with the desire to satisfy her mother. She dove into her lover’s opening, devouring it and drinking up the sweet cream like she was dying of thrust. Their moans and cries filled the cavernous sleeping chamber until both women were rocked with an earthquake of passion and their bodies trembled with pleasure.

Soon, Lea and her mother were lying in each other’s arms again, saying nothing but softly caressing the other. Then the woman gently kissed Lea’s lips and said, “Sleep, my sweet daughter. If you awake in the night and thirst, place your mouth on my opening and drink what is there. For I will do the same to you.”

“I’m not ready for sleep yet, Mother,” Lea whispered. “I want to drink from your river again, now.”

The High Priestess rolled on her back, pulled her knees up and spread her legs in invitation. “Then satisfy your thirst, little one, for I have much inside me to give you.”

Lea kissed the woman once more and then repeated her journey down the beautiful body to the temple between her legs. She had tasted what lay there and knew she would never get her fill. As the night wore on, she and her mother pleasured each other many time before they finally fell asleep with their warm bodies entwined.

As the sun swept in through the high windows of the chamber, they awoke and one last time, pleasured each other. Then the High Priestess took the young girl gently in her arms and kissed her face, neck and mouth.

“Would you like to come to me again one night?” she asked Lea.

“Oh, yes,” the girl whispered, holding her mother tightly.

“Then so it shall be,” she said. She kissed Lea once more before summoning two maidens to take the young girl back to her quarters.

Lea’s eyes grew wide with excitement as she saw that one of the girls was her friend from the day before. Lea took her hand and interlocked their fingers. When they were out of the High Priestess’s chamber, Lea kissed her, whispering, “Tonight, we will visit heaven together.”

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Nickel and Dime

  • Posted on August 19, 2018 at 4:30 am

by Tony Williams

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2014 }

I babysit for lots of tenants in my apartment building and I love my job. Two of my charges, sisters of eleven and nine, might be developing crushes on me. They’re pretty precocious, and things are getting interesting.

Once the news got around my apartment building that I was available for babysitting, and the word spread that the kids all liked me and I could be trusted, I became swamped with demands for my services. So popular am I that I upped my prices and have turned it into a full time job. To be honest, it’s the only job I’ve ever had, being less than a year out of high school in a depressed job market. Every evening and several afternoons each week, I’m looking after someone’s kids. It’s a pretty easy gig with the exception of a few little brats, who can be sent to bed early.

My favorite kids are Nickel and Dime, short for Nichola and Dimona. What were their parents thinking when they named the younger one? Wasn’t it obvious that those nicknames would emerge? Happily they don’t mind being called after coins. Their ages reflect the size of the coin, not the value, thus Nickel is the older, at eleven and Dime is nine. You could argue that Nickel is old enough to look after her younger sister, but their mom’s a bit paranoid, ever since the time when the kids got into the locked liquor cabinet, with near-disastrous results.

They are both blondes, slender to the point of being skinny, and utterly gorgeous. According to Nickel, Dime has a huge crush on me and the evidence is emerging that she’s probably right. The younger kid hangs round me like a puppy, gazing up at me adoringly. If Nickel has any special feelings for me, then she’s keeping them to herself. I’ve sat for them half a dozen times and tonight is special, because their mom won’t be home until tomorrow, so I’ll be staying the night and I’ll have to take them to school in the morning. I’ve brought my backpack with a change of panties, my vibrator, my camera and my laptop.

When I arrive, their mom has already departed and has left instructions with Nickel: bedtimes, teeth-cleaning, the usual stuff. Before I can even close the apartment door, Dime has thrown herself into my arms and wrapped her legs round me. I like it when she does this, because I can put my hands under her butt, my fingers close to her crack, and get away with it.

“Toni!” she squeals, “you’re here.” Nickel notices where my hands are but says nothing. I pretend innocence. I can always say I have to support her weight.

“You’ve gotta stay all night,” says Nickel, “and make breakfast for us.”

“Oh, no!” I groan in mock horror. “Twelve hours alone with two naughty little girls. How will I stand it?”

“But we love you, Toni,” says Dime, still clinging like a limpet.

“Yeah,” says Nickel, sarcastically. “Twelve hours of looking at Dime showin’ off her panties. My heart bleeds for you.” Dime is still at that age when an “accidental” display of underwear might occasionally occur, except that she’s developed it into a fine art to the point where wearing a dress seems pointless. She doesn’t even bother to deny it.

“What?” I say, keeping up the game. “You wouldn’t deliberately show off your panties, would you? I wonder what color they are.” I step over the couch and bend forward and as she lets go and her upper body falls down. I grab her ankles and lift her legs as high as It can. She’s now inverted, with her shoulders resting on the couch, her dress up round her chest. “Ah ha! Pink with butterflies on them. They’re precious. I love pink.”

“I thought you said white was your favorite,” says Nickel, with a hint of a pout.

“I suppose you’re wearing white,” I say. “Lift your dress, let me have a look.” I expect her to refuse, after all, she’s eleven, and she’s lost some of her innocence and has a sense of dignity. Nevertheless, she lifts the front of her dress to reveal her white cotton panties.

“They’re nothing special,” she mutters, “just my school ones.”

“White!” I gush. “Perfect. But all panties are special, aren’t they, Dime.” She nods a big grin on her face. “They’re sexy. Showing off our panties is a way of saying we love you.”

“Show us yours, then,” says Nickel to me. I look down at Dime, still inverted, and let go of her ankles. She lies sprawled on the couch, her dress still up round her chest, pink butterflies everywhere. I unfasten my skirt at the side and let it fall. Now all I have on are my white silk tap pants, nice and loose in the leg, and a matching silk camisole, down which you can see my tits if I lean forward.

“Oh, they’re cool!” says Dime, her eyes big.

“Smokin!'” says, Nickel.

“Expensive,” I add, “but worth it, if you guys like ’em. Now you know I love you both.” Nickel smiles, her dress still lifted. “Lift it higher so we can see if your titties are growing,” I ask her. She obliges. “Mmm,” I ponder, “it’s hard to tell. I think they might be. Your nipples are certainly bigger. You’re beautiful.”

“I can’t wait for them to grow,” she says, dropping her dress.

“Not me,” I whisper to Dime. “I like little girls with no tits, girls like you.” I start to tickle her and she squirms and giggles. “Little girls with skinny legs and sexy little belly buttons.” I lean down and kiss her navel, pushing my tongue into it. I lift my head and run my fingers over her chest. “Girls with flat chests and little bee sting nipples.” I pinch them gently. “You’re adorable, Dime. I could fall in love with you.”

All this is a performance for Nickel’s sake. I know I can grab Dime’s attention any time I want, but can I make Nickel jealous? Worth a try.

“Show us your tits, then,” says Nickel. “We showed you ours.”

This evening is progressing much better than I’d hoped. I’d been looking forward to bedtime when with luck I’d get to see the girls undress, but tonight we haven’t wasted a minute. I let Dime go and pull my camisole over my head, shaking my hair free. I lean back on the couch, my arms spread out along its back.

“Tah-dah!” I sing. “Look at these puppies. Pretty nice, huh? My girlfriends like ’em.”

Dime looks up at me, alarmed. “You have girlfriends?” she asks, sounding dismayed. I have to backpedal.

“I’ve had girlfriends, from time to time. There’s no one at present. I couldn’t possible have another girl in my life when you live just down the hall, Dime.” I ‘m laying it on thick, and she loves it. A big smile breaks out on her face.

“So you do love me?”

“I’m showing you my panties, aren’t I, and my tits. I wouldn’t let you see them if I didn’t love you.”

“Can I touch them?” she asks.

“Any time you like,” I tell her and she sits up, puts one arm round my shoulder and places her other palm on my left tit, squeezing gently. “That feels amazing,” I whisper in her ear. “I love having my tits fondled. See how my nipples are getting hard? My tits like you, Dime, just like I do.”

Nickel, intrigued, leans in to look, then squats at my feet. the squat is a lovely pose for a person like me, obsessed with panties. “Are you a lesbian, Tony” she asks. “I hope so, ‘cos boys suck. Girls are much nicer.” She falls on to her butt and leans back, propped up on her arms, her legs splayed.

“You’re right, Nickel. Girls are much nicer. Especially girls like you two. I think we can officially say that you’re both my girlfriends.”

“But you love me more!” protests Dime, taking her hand from my breast.

“No,” I say, “I love you both the same. It’s true that you show your panties off to me more than your sister, and I just love it and I don’t want you to stop, but I love you both equally.” Dime lies down, her feet up on the arm of the couch, her head in my lap. I put my hand on her thigh and slide it upwards, brushing her mound through the pink cotton with my fingertips, then farther up to her nipples, then back down again, this time sliding my thumb down her crack. She closes her eyes. Nickel stares intently as each time I make a pass, my hand lingers longer.

Finally she says, “You might as well take that dress off. It’s just getting rumpled.”

“Lift up,” I say as I pull the dress up over Dime’s shoulders and throw it aside.

“Now you’re the only one fully dressed,” she says to Nickel. “You gotta take your dress off.”

“I agree,” I chime in, and Nickel stands and slides the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall to her ankles. “That’s better,” I say. “Now we’re all equal.”

My hand is now resting on Dime’s abdomen, my fingers on her mound, gently moving. Nickel comes and sits beside me and I put my arm round her neck, my forearm hanging down so that my fingers brush her nipple. She doesn’t pull away.

“It’ll be Dime’s bedtime in about an hour,” she says, ” and Mom said we have to take a bath.”

“You can bathe together in the tub,” I say, my pulse quickening at the thought.

“So we have to get naked,” says Dime, grinning up at me. You’re gonna take my panties off, aren’t you, Toni. Are you gonna sexually molest me?”

“Hmm. Let me see. I might spank you if you’re naughty.”

“Oh, I’m always naughty. I’ve been naughty all day, but no one’s spanked me yet.”

“Then it’s time for a spanking,” I say, hauling her body across my knees and rolling her on to her face. I run my hand over her darling tight little butt.

“Oh, I’m gonna get molested,” she says with a giggle. “Molest me, Toni. Go ahead and molest me.” Nickel is giggling, going along with the pretense. I hook my fingers into the waistband of the pink panties and as Dime lifts her hips, slide them down to mid-thigh.

“Oh, look at that, Nickel. That’s the cutest butt I’ve ever seen. It’s almost a shame to spank it.” I caress her butt, my hand moving in circles, then my fingers slide down into the crack of her butt. My other hand, out of sight from Nickel, goes under Dime’s tummy until my fingers touch her pussy.

“Spank me! Spank me!” calls Dime and I give her half a dozen gentle slaps on her cheeks. She lets out a few fake squeaks of protest. Her butt bounces up and down and now Nickel can see what my other hand is doing.

“You’re touching her muffin,” she says with a grin. “You’re sexually molesting her. You’re a bad girl. We should spank you.”

I grip Dime’s body and roll her on to her back, so that her hips are arched upwards and her head is now in Nickel’s lap. “Look, Nickel,” I say, “wouldn’t you say that there’s no sexier sight than a little girl with her panties down round her thighs?” My hand caresses the younger girl from knee to chest, my fingertips making feather-like strokes.

“How about a little girl with no panties on at all?” says Nickel, looking at me. “Or a big girl, too. A big girl with nice firm little tits like yours, Toni.” I’m over the moon. Is she coming on to me? I pull Dime’s panties off, throw them aside, then help her to sit up beside me. I stand, turn to face them and ever so slowly, slide my tap pants down until my pussy is exposed.

“You’ve shaved your hair off,” says Dime.

“So I can pretend to be a little girl,” I reply. They giggle. I push the pants down farther until they fall of their own accord and I step out of them, bend and pick them up. “You’d look hot in these, Nickel,” I say. “Here, try them on.”

She stands and slides her white cotton panties down, takes mine and pulls them up. They’re a bit to big, but incredibly sexy, nevertheless. I suddenly remember the camera in my backpack. I find it and take several pictures of her as she poses seductively.

“Nickel’s overdressed again,” says Dime.

Nickel obligingly takes the tap pants off, folding them and laying them carefully on the arm of the sofa. “Bath time,” she says.

In the bathroom, I suggest that they share the tub to save water. When the tub’s filled, Dime jumps in first, leaving her sister with the “tap” end. The taps are mounted on the wall and feed a central spout, so as Nickel climbs in, sits, slides down and puts her head to one side, she can lean back comfortably.

“Wash your feet first,” I tell them.

“Why?” asks Dime.

“Then you can use your big toes to do naughty things to each other’s muffin.”

They giggle. “If it’s naughty, will you spank us both?” asks Dime, looking up at me hopefully.

“Absolutely,” I assure them. I leave the bathroom to get the camera and when I come back, the girls are playing footsie with each other’s muffins, laughing and giggling. I take a dozen or so pictures. then I get on my knees, take hold of the soap and lather Dime’s back and chest.

“Do my muffin,” she commands, lifting her hips up in a lewd display. I soap between her legs, letting my middle finger slide in and out, for several long seconds. “Oh, I’m being sexually molested again,” she says. “But it’s nice. You can molest me any time you want, Toni.”

“You little slut,” says Nickel, grinning.

“I’m a slut! I’m a slut!” sings Dime, delightfully.

“I love sluts,” I say. “I’m a slut myself. Your turn now, Nickel.” I repeat my performance with the older girl, lingering on her lovely nipples, postponing the sweet moment when I’ll put my finger inside her. At last, she lies back and lifts her hips completely out of the water. With a lathered hand I stroke between her legs back and forth a dozen times, then push the tip of my finger into her. Her hips lift even more and my finger goes right in. I curl it to touch her G spot and she gasps. I bend down and kiss her on the lips.

I hear Dime say, “You didn’t kiss me. It’s not fair!”

I lift my head and look at her. “Don’t worry, Dime. Soon I’m gonna kiss you all over, on the lips, on your sexy little nipples, on your belly and on your muffin. I’ll even kiss your butt, now that it’s nice and clean.” I stand and look at them as I dry my hands. I take the camera and take several pics of them. “Do the toe thing,” I tell them and click away as they comply. “Jump out, girls,” I say, “it’s my turn now.” I lie back in the tub as both girls kneel and soap me from head to foot.

Nickel is the first to touch my my pussy as I lift my hips out of the water, lathering me thoroughly, running her middle finger up and down my pussy and for a brief moment circling my clit. Dime watches for a while but then says, “Let me do it! Let me!” She grabs the soap, works up a lather, then puts her hand between my legs and follows her sister’s example. My pussy lips are now bright red and swollen with excitement. Her finger goes inside me, as far as it will go, then she pumps it in and out, like she knows what she’s doing. I’m getting extremely excited, but if I’m going to come, then I want it to be in a more comfortable place — like a bed, for example.

“That’s enough for now, Dime, thank you.” I stand and Nickel hands me a towel.

We go into the girl’s bedroom, which has bunk beds, one above the other. They’re pretty narrow, not suitable for what I have in mind. I take their hands and lead them into the guest bedroom which has a queen size bed, big enough for me and two little girls, small enough to put us all nice and close together. “Let’s all sleep together in here.”

“Ooh, yes!” says Dime, enthusiastically.

“I’ve gotta go get my nightie,” says Nickel.

“I’m gonna sleep in the nude,” says Dime.

“Me, too,” I say. “It’s far too hot for nighties. Get into bed, girls, while I go get the camera.”

I bring my backpack from the living room and fish the camera out. The girls are lying side by side, smiling at me. I take a picture. Dime spreads her legs and Nickel follows her example. I take more pictures. “Now,” I say, “if you two little darlings are going to grow up to be lesbians like me, it’s never too early to start.”

“You want us to kiss?” asks Nickel.

“Would you mind? Just for the camera?”

“But we’re sisters.”

“Sisters who love each other,” I say.

“I don’t mind,” Dime pipes up. “You can kiss me, Nickel, anywhere you like. You can kiss my muffin.” My pulse is racing. Nickel looks dubious. “All right, if you won’t,” says Dime, “then I’ll kiss yours.”

“That’s an offer you can’t refuse,” I say.

“All right,” says Nickel, “go ahead, kiss my muffin.” She puts her hand behind her head and spreads her legs as Dime scrambles down the bed to lie between them, and my camera is clicking furiously as she kisses her sister’s pussy, then starts to lick it.

“Have you done this before?” I ask. Dime shakes her head. “‘Cos you seem to be pretty good at it. How does it feel, Nickel?”

“Mmmm,” she sighs, contentedly. “Nice. Nicer than my own fingers.”

Nickel comes up for air. “This is fun. You’re getting wet,” she says. “I guess you like it a lot.” Her head goes back down again.

“I’m sure Dime would like you to return the favor,” I say.

Surprisingly, Nickel smiles and says, “Okay, Sis. Lie back and spread your legs. Let’s see if you’re old enough to get turned on by another girl.” They reverse positions and Nickel goes to work enthusiastically. I guess her excitement has loosened her inhibitions.

“It tickles,” says Dime, “but in a nice way. Don’t stop.” All the time my camera has been firing away. I sit back and watch them, my two little darlings, making love to each other. Dimes face and upper body are flushed. Her eyes are shut and her breathing is rapid. Then she opens her eyes and looks at me.

“Can I lick your muffin, Toni?” she asks. “It looks so different from mine and Nickel’s. I want to make you feel good.” My heart warms.

Nickel looks up at me. “Me, too,” she says, her eyes bright.

“I think that’s enough pictures,” I say, laying the camera down and coming to lie between the two girls. “Now, when I’m alone at night, I can look at them and put my fingers in my muffin and make myself come.”

“You’re gonna masturbate to pictures of us?” asks Nickel, sounding surprised.

“You bet. Any night that I’m not babysitting you guys, you can know that you can still make me excited, even though I might be far away.”

Dime says, “Me first!” and get down between my thighs.

“Lick your sister,” I say to Nickel and I’ll lick you.” We arrange ourselves in a triangle and for the first time, my tongue touches Nickel’s pussy. It’s warm and soft and wet and has an exciting aroma. I feel Dime’s tongue on my lips, then on my clit, and I start to moan. I’m in heaven, loving and being loved by two preteen girls. I’m well on the way to having an orgasm, so I lift my head and say, “Let’s all change ends so we can all lick each other.”

*****

I wake up in the middle of the night. The sheet has been kicked down and we’re all exposed to the hot night air. I look at the naked bodies of my two little darlings and my heart nearly burst with love. They’d made me cum, and not just once. Nickel came, too, but I’m gonna have to work on Dime. She’s willing enough, but perhaps a little to young. Still, I have plenty of time.

Tomorrow, I have to sit little Becky up on the third floor. She’s coming along nicely and she loves it when I undress her and put her to bed, my hands lingering in naughty places, making her giggle charmingly. Her Mom is pretty hot, too, and I think she’s coming on to me, which could prove very interesting. I’m not gonna reject her if she makes a move.

Saturday afternoon, I’m taking Darlene, who’s only eight, to a soccer match. She’s gonna be a heartbreaker in a few years. She has no inhibitions at all, especially when we shower together.

Next week? Let me think. Ah, yes, it’ll be Nickel and Dime again.

I love my job.

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My Little Japanese Lover

  • Posted on August 17, 2018 at 3:35 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Yet another mystery tale from my collection. Reading this, it seemed much too beautiful to keep to myself. This story will make you feel warm all over, like a hug in fictional form. And I usually don’t include photos with these stories, but THIS one was too scrumptious to leave out. Enjoy!

My two-week summer vacation found me relaxing by the side of an Olympic-sized pool. I should have been working on my lesson plan for the coming school year, but that could wait. Right then, all I was interested in was getting a tan.

A teacher’s salary doesn’t give you much money to plan a real vacation, but I’m better off than most. When my mother passed away six years ago, I inherited her uptown condo. There was even a small trust to pay for association fees and utilities. Because of this, I actually had enough saved for a nice little trip.

This year though, I came up with a novel plan. Instead of heading off to Florida or California,  I booked myself a room at the swankiest hotel in town, with all the trimmings. For two whole weeks I was living it up as Miss Rich Bitch. This had to be the best vacation I ever had. All the fun of being pampered by a fine five star hotel, without actually having to leave the city!

So there I was, stretched out on a deck chair in a tiny bathing suit. I knew I looked damn good in it, too. The guys around the pool couldn’t keep their eyes off me. Whatever. They could stare at my tits all they wanted. They could even dream about getting me out of my bikini bottoms, and slipping their greasy cocks into me. Dreams were all they would get. My dreams were just a little different.

I’ve known something about myself since high school. My few romps in the back seats of cars only taught me that guys had nothing I really wanted or needed. I’m a lesbian, one with very special tastes.

From where I sat, the view was lovely! It’s incredible, just how many pretty little girls were vacationing with their families… and there I was, feasting my eyes on them all, especially the ones approaching their teen years. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than a girl between ten and thirteen, beginning her journey towards womanhood.

One such girl had especially captured my rapt attention.

Oh God, she was pretty! A petite little Japanese doll with long gleaming black hair that fell to her waist. My fingers itched to run through that dark silk. Watching her tuck all that wonderful hair into a swim cap was a delightful torment. The bright yellow one-piece suit she wore hugged her budding figure lovingly. The gentle swell of her hips and bottom took my breath away. Her breasts were just beginning to bud. I hoped deep in my heart that she wouldn’t develop very big ones, because this lovely Lolita was perfect, utterly perfect, as she was.

Her obvious happiness and the cool breeze off of the water had left its mark. My lovely angel’s nipples were visibly erect. I could see them clearly from where I sat. My heart pounded as I imagined closing my lips around them. I placed her at about twelve years old. If she were living here, she would be just the right age to be in my classroom.

Did I mention that my Asian angel was a mermaid in the water? She dove with perfect form; hardly a splash as she cut through the water like a knife. I caught myself just in time before I yelled at the other swimmers to get out of her way. Couldn’t they see that this wasn’t just playtime for her? The child was poetry in motion as she twisted and dodged, her lithe body darting skillfully around the other swimmers. It was so exciting to see her outclass them all!

After a few laps, my mermaid pulled herself from the water with a practiced, fluid movement, glistening so enticingly as bright droplets of water cascaded from her body. I watched as the darling child tugged off her bright pink swim cap, freeing the dark waterfall of her hair with a careless toss of the head.

The very sight of her made me smile… and ache with longing inside. I was smitten, desperately in love with an underage girl I’d never met.

Oh, my — she noticed me! Then she smiled back, and my heart nearly melted. How could I ever think of such a lovely creature as only pretty? The beauty of her smiling face burned its way forever into my soul.

She turned to walk away. That was when some beastly little boy decided to run across the deck of the pool. The little shit bumped into my lovely swimmer, and down she went.

I was on my feet in an instant, shrugging into my robe, dashing to her side. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I, I think so,” she said quietly. “I scrape my knee.” Her soft voice was enchanting, her English nearly perfect, flavored with a gentle accent that spoke of her homeland. “I — I am bleeding.” Staring at her knee, she began to cry.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay!” A couple of small droplets colored her kneecap. There was no real damage at all, thank God. I took her arm to help her up. I felt a spark of sexual electricity, as my fingers touched her flawless skin. “Let’s go upstairs so I can clean you up.”

“I am sorry.” My little angel looked up at me, tears shining like jewels. “I do not like blood. I, uh, it makes me s-squeem.”

“Squeamish?” I asked.

“Hai! Yes!” She smiled softly. “English is hard work. I practice. No, I am practicing.”

“Your English is wonderful! I think it’s better than most American kids your age.” I took her hand as we walked towards the hotel. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Sasahara Sakura.” She gave her family name first, as the Japanese so often do. “I am very pleased to know you.”

“Sakura… what a lovely name!” I gave her hand a friendly squeeze. “My name is Sheryl, and I’m very pleased to know you, too!”

“Sheryl? Sheryl.” She said it a few times, getting used to the pronunciation. It sounded like poetry, coming from her lips. “Sheryl is a nice name too.”

We passed the lifeguard chair. The asshole didn’t even react to the kid running and knocking Sakura down. He was far too busy titty watching. I had to resist a sudden urge to flip him the finger.

Sakura guided me towards a group of empty chairs. “I have clothes here,” she murmured. “Can we get them?”

“Of course, honey.” We stopped, and my angel picked up a neatly folded tee shirt and shorts. My heart thumped. No panties!

I tried to conceal the excitement I felt. “After I clean your knee, you can get dressed. Okay, sweetheart?” We made our way through the lobby, toward the bank of elevators.

She grimaced. “Thank you, Sheryl. I am sorry to be such a bother.”

The elevator doors closed, and we began our trip up to the tenth floor. We were alone together, and I had to fight a powerful impulse to take her in my arms. “Where are your parents, Sakura?”

“Mother is at her meeting. I was going to wait by the swimming pool for her to return.” Sakura waved her suit and shorts at me. “But I forget card key and money.” She shrugged. “Hotel people know Mother, but if I tell I forgot, she will say I am careless.”

I couldn’t help grinning. She was going to hide her mistake from her mother. I did stuff like that all the time when I was her age. “When is she coming back?” I asked, making the question sound as casual as I could.

“Not soon.” She thought a bit. “Three of the clock. Maybe a little after.”

Oh my God, it was only noon! Could this possibly be happening? Was I dreaming?

“Why don’t you take a shower in my room.” I found myself asking. “You can stay with me until your mother returns.”

Sakura shook her head. “I could not do that. I would not want to bother you.”

“Oh, honey, it wouldn’t be a bother at all.” If I could just get her to stay, maybe, maybe… “I’ll order us up lunch. I don’t like eating alone. You’d be doing me a great favor just by joining me, I promise.”

She looked up at me, and I was almost lost in those soulful brown eyes. “I would like to have lunch with you, Sheryl.” Then she giggled. “I would also like to wash off smelly pool water.”

“Then it’s all settled.” My heart raced, but I kept my voice level and calm. The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out into the hall of the thirty-ninth floor. “Down this way, honey.” I fumbled in my robe pocket, and pulled out my card key. “For a second there, I thought I forgot mine too!” I ran the card through the slot in the door, and we stepped inside. “Now go get cleaned up, sweetheart, then I’ll look at your knee.”

“I can wait for you to go bathing first, Sheryl.”

Something in my mind clicked. Bathing? Sakura was Japanese! They had public baths there. Would she be accustomed to bathing with someone? I decided to take a risk.

“How about this? I’ve got one of the hotel’s best suites, and the tub is huge. Why don’t we bathe together? That way nobody has to wait!” I held my breath, waiting for her answer.

She gave a quick little nod. “Hai!” Then she winced. “I am sorry. Yes. Thank you, Sheryl.”

“Let me go get the water started, then.” I forced myself to walk slowly. My first impulse was to run for the tub! Even if nothing else happened, this day would forever be one of the best in my life if I could share a bath with this beautiful nymph.

Sakura joined me as the tub filled with warm water. “Sheryl, I, um,” she blushed prettily. “I must make water.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I’ll wait outside.”

I left the bathroom, then placed my ear against the closed door, listening to the sweet sound of Sakura using the toilet. I would have given anything to be able to watch! I hastily moved when I heard the sound of the flush, then tapped the door. “I’m coming in now, Sakura.”

I stepped inside, and nearly whimpered in delight. My lovely little mermaid was completely naked! Her skin looked so smooth and supple that my fingers trembled with the need to touch.

“Why don’t you get in the tub, honey?” I managed to say. “I’ll join you in a moment.” I pulled myself together best as I could, then gave Sakura a warm smile. My eyes were locked on my young guest as I slowly untied the top of my bikini.

She was so graceful as she crossed the floor to the tub, a fairy princess. My mind spun. I had visions of her dancing ballet for me. She would be nude, under the light of a full moon.

Sakura eased herself into the warm water, studying my naked body. I felt a flutter deep inside as I realized that she was staring at my breasts.

“Sheryl is big and beautiful,” she said rather wistfully. “I will never be beautiful like American girls.”

“Oh honey, that’s a silly thing to say.” I slipped off my bottoms, and hurried to the side of the tub. “You’re still growing. Even if your breasts aren’t going to be big, you’re still a very beautiful girl!” I stepped into the tub, and settled down with her. “You have a swimmer’s body. You like swimming, don’t you?”

“Oh yes!” Her face lit up joyfully. “I love to be swimming! I want to be Olympic swimmer some day.”

I grinned back at her. “Tell me though… do you think you’d swim as fast if you had these?” I put my hands under my breasts, and gave them a little shake.

She looked startled, then erupted into a fit of giggles. “No, no, no! I would slow down!”

“See then?” I dared to reach out and tap my finger against the tip of her nose. “Isn’t it better to just be you? Especially if the you that I see is a very beautiful charming girl?”

“Wakari-masita. Domo arigatou gozai-masu.” She positively beamed at me! I didn’t understand the words, but they sounded so lovely, so sincere and heartfelt. “Thank you. Sheryl. I will remember that! You are very nice.”

“So is Sakura.” I pick up the hand-held shower head. “Let me help wash that gorgeous hair of yours.”

“I like your short hair,” she said happily, as I started rinsing her tresses of dark silk. “Red is a nice color. You look like you are in anime.”

“Red hair, big boobies. Yup, that sounds like anime all right!”

“Boobies?” She was puzzled, then light dawned in her eyes and she exploded in a fit of giggles. I thought she’d slip down and drown, she was laughing so hard. “Boobies mean breasts! English is funny!”

“English can be funny, sometimes. I teach it, so I should know.” I poured a nice dollop of shampoo into my palm, and started carefully working it into her hair.

“I wish you were my sensei.” It broke my heart that I couldn’t be. “Mother and Patricia started teaching me last year,” she said with a fond smile. “I still need more words to make English better.”

“Honey, you’re doing great now!” I started to massage her scalp. Her eyes slowly closed, my little angel clearly enjoying the sensual feel of my fingers in her hair. If I only dared to do more! “Your pronunciation is wonderful, and you have the voice of an angel!”

My words brought a flush to her lovely face. She was embarrassed, but quite pleased too. “Sheryl is kind!”

I picked up the shower head again. Working carefully, I rinsed the thick suds from her hair. “There! All clean. Now let’s finish washing, okay?”

“Yes, Sheryl. That is okay.” We washed. It was innocent and fun, but I desperately longed for more. Every time I touched her warm wet skin, I had to force myself to hold back. This girl was far too precious. I didn’t want to do anything to frighten or upset her.

Brushing Sakura’s hair was a pure delight. I seated her at the vanity, and watched her every movement in the mirror. We were both still gloriously nude. I don’t think the image of her beautiful body will ever leave me. She looked concerned though. Something was bothering her.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” I hoped I hadn’t slipped up. God knows I was being careful not to.

“Sheryl… in the bath, I, I had feelings.” She spoke quietly, a look of worry on her face.

“What feelings, Sakura?’

“When, Sheryl, when you wash my hair, I had the feelings.” She took a deep breath. “Sometimes at night, I, I touch.”

The brush slipped from my fingers and landed silently on the thick carpeting. My heart was throbbing like a mad thing. I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Touch what, sweetheart?”

“Touch between legs.” She grew quite flustered. “Washing hair made feelings, like I wanted to touch there.”

Oh my God! My hands were shaking, and my legs felt weak. “Sweetheart, w-what do you think about, when you touch yourself?”

“Meiboukoushi,” she whispered. “Pretty, smiling ladies.”

I knelt before her. “Sakura, do… do you think I’m pretty?”

“Yes!” she mumbled. “Sheryl is very pretty.” Suddenly she stood up, visibly upset. “I go now, okay? I bother you. I will go back to wait for Mother!”

‘Sweetheart, don’t!” I gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “I think about pretty ladies too. But I think about pretty girls like Sakura most of all.”

Her eyes opened wide. “You do?” she breathed.

My heart was racing. “Sakura, would you like me to kiss you?”

She looked at me for a long moment. Her beautiful brown eyes drawing me in. “Hai.” she whispered. “Yes. I would like Sheryl to kiss.” She closed her eyes, waiting for me to act.

I leaned into Sakura, moving slowly, giving her every chance to change her mind. She didn’t! Then our lips lightly touched, and I found heaven. She was so soft and delicate.

Oh, but she was a bit of a little devil, too! Sakura was first to deepen our kiss, the tip of her tongue slipping gently between my lips! I responded, and then we were kissing like lovers.

“Oh honey, that was very nice.” I sighed when we finally parted.

Her hands brushed lightly over my breasts. “Kiss too?” She blinked her eyes, then started over. “May I kiss you here, too?” My angel wanted to make sure I understood her.

“That would be lovely, Sakura.”

The warmth of her mouth against my skin was a delight. Sakura rained tiny kisses all over my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan when her soft lips closed over an engorged nipple.

She glanced up at me, with a look of joy on her face. “Sakura likes kissing Sheryl!”

I took her hand. “Please, Sakura, come with me to the bed. I want to love you, if you’ll let me.”

“I let!” she said breathlessly. “I want to know! I want Sheryl to show me how to love!”

“Oh, angel!” I gasped, “there is nothing in this whole wide world I want more!”

Hand in hand, we made our way to the bed. I helped her on, and then spent a moment just gazing at her. My angel’s beauty made me ache with desire. Her skin was the color of caramel. You could plainly see the outline of her swimsuit, where it protected her from the sun. Her shimmering black hair spilled out over the pillow. Her eyes sparkled. I could see her soul in those gorgeous brown eyes!

I reached out, daring to touch this lovely vision. She shivered as I ran my fingers slowly up her arm. Her skin was so smooth and soft, the muscles beneath toned and firm from hours of work in the pool.

“Beautiful.” I whispered, as if speaking aloud might make this wonderful vision fade from my view. “Oh, how beautiful you are!”

“Thank you, Sheryl.” She said softly. You should have seen the look of delight in her eyes. It wasn’t vanity. My lovely angel was honestly pleased that I took such pleasure in the sight of her nude body.

My hands moved again. The gentle swell of her budding breasts warmed my trembling fingertips. My darling Sakura moaned. Her nipples were firm and erect. I touched one, and she shuddered, a tiny cry escaping her throat.

“Now I will kiss you here, my love,” I breathed as I leaned over her. I took a flawless nipple between my lips, and Sakura whimpered. Her hands cradled my head as I gently suckled the brown bud.

“Good! Sheryl kisses good!”

I looked up just as her breathing began to grow ragged. “Sakura love, would you like me to teach you a very special kiss?”

Her eyes widened. “What kind of kiss, Sheryl?”

“The most beautiful and loving kiss that one woman can give to another.” I smiled, trying to encourage her. “Would you like me to show that kiss to you?”

“Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Okay sweetheart. Spread your legs.” I ran my fingers along her thighs as she hastened to do as I said. “Just relax, honey. I’m going to make you feel wonderful!”

I couldn’t help pausing to gaze between those lovely legs. Sakura’s pretty little pussy looked so inviting! I could detect moisture, glistening in the baby smooth slit.

“Are you ready for the special kiss?” I asked breathlessly. I sure as hell was ready to give it to her…

Sakura’s eyes were enormous, her mouth slack as she gaped at me. She knew now what was coming — knew, and welcomed it!

“Hai! I am ready, Sheryl! Please, give the special kiss!”

I bent and kissed her tummy. Sakura’s surprised giggle was like tiny silver bells to my ears. Then I flicked my tongue into her belly button. Her giggles turned into happy little gasps. The taste of her skin excited my soul. I kissed and licked my way downward. The scent of her sex enraptured me! I wanted to plunge my tongue into her juicy center, but managed to hold off a little longer. This was her time, and I wanted it to be perfect for her!

I pursed my lips, and gently blew against her. She squirmed. My lips drew close to her warmth, then I pulled back. Sakura moaned in dismay, whimpering when I began to lick the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“Sheryl! Please? Kiss now!” Her voice was so low, I could hardly hear as she begged me for release. “I want kiss! Please? Sheryl, please kiss Sakura there?”

My heart wouldn’t let me tease her anymore. I placed both hands on her thighs and pushed her back to the bed. We both moaned when my lips touched hers. The warm, silky taste of little-girl heaven forever etched itself upon my soul. I ran my tongue over those beautiful pouting lips. She really liked that!

When my questing tongue caressed the treasure of her clitoris, my darling girl started to tremble.

“Sheryl, Sheryl! That is good! That feels so good!” Sakura cried out. I felt such impossible joy, just knowing I was pleasing this beautiful girl. Her voice rose in pitch. “Yes! Oh Sheryl! I do soon! I, I finish soon!”

I felt myself smiling into Sakura’s lovely sex as my tongue worked hard at bringing her body to the very peak of pleasure. It was getting harder to hold her still. Sakura was bucking wildly against me. When she started to make little mewling noises, I knew her time was at hand. I lashed the tip of my tongue against the jewel of her clit, and a hoarse cry exploded from her lips as she came.

I kept right on licking as her body was overcome by ecstasy. She clutched wildly at my head, pressing my face firmly against her cunt. I can honestly say I took as much pleasure from that climax as my little angel did. It filled my heart with happiness, just knowing what she felt in that infinite instant.

Finally, she lay limply, and I reluctantly moved my head from between her beautiful swimmer’s legs. The afterglow of her climax made her even lovelier, if that was possible.

I licked my lips. “Did you like that, sweetheart? I loved doing it to you!”

“Sheryl, I like so much!” she sighed, then giggled. “It was better than dreams!” She made an unmistakable wiggling motion with her index finger. “So much better then when I touch!” She paused for a moment, then frowned. “But… Sheryl didn’t finish.”

“That’s okay, honey. It was my pleasure to help you. I don’t mind.”

“Sakura minds!” she insisted, shaking her head. “I mind. You are so nice. I want to help now. I want to make good feelings for Sheryl!”

Well, who was I to go against my new lover’s wishes? “Okay, sweetheart. You can use your fingers if you like. I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

“No!” Goodness, my angel had a stubborn streak! “I will taste. I will give Sheryl special kiss!”

My heart thumped. “If you really want to, honey. I don’t want to force you.”

She pushed me back onto the bed, flopped down between my legs and took a good long look. This beautiful little angel glanced up at me, then smiled shyly. “Pretty!” she cooed, “pretty vagina!” She seemed proud to known the proper word for it. “I will kiss Sheryl on the pretty vagina now…”

I longed for this. I ached for this! Her long hair swept softly over my thighs and belly, as she bent closer. I wanted to see! My hand shook as I lifted the soft silk out of the way.

Sakura hesitated a moment, her lips so close that I could feel her every breath against my wetness. Then the heavenly child put her lips to my labia, and kissed me!

She didn’t stop there. Oh, she was a bit unsure of herself, and more than a little timid, but Sakura began to gently lap at me. She had no experience giving oral, but her determination to please me more than made up for that. She grew bolder. Her tongue darted into me, and I gasped at how lovely it felt.

“You’re d-doing so good, baby. Please keep going, just like that!” My body trembled and shook, my hands moving through Sakura’s silken hair, as my angel continued to use her wonderful tongue on my pussy. It was all I could do to keep from wrapping my legs around her, and grinding her face between them!

Then, oh Jesus, then… Sakura’s loving tongue trailed its way upward, seeking and finding my throbbing clit.

I went crazy. “Oh God, baby! Just exactly like that! Just like that! Oh G-god! Don’t, don’t, do not stop!” I was right at the abyss, then with one exquisite flick, the darling wonderful child pushed me over.

I was dimly aware of screaming and panting. For a moment I didn’t even know I was the one making all the noise! The power of my release was frightening, but magnificent. This barely pubescent child was giving me the biggest climax of my life!

But it didn’t end there. She kept going, and so did I! My body was wracked by wave after wave of pleasure, until I lay dazed, winded, happier than I’d ever been.

Sakura gazed up at me, eyes sparkling. She licked at her wet lips, then began to giggle. “Did Sheryl think that was good?”

I took a deep breath. “Sheryl thought that was the best!” I gasped, trying to calm my racing heart. My angel seemed quite pleased as I praised her.

“Thank you, Sheryl!” Her eyes looked sad for a moment. “I will not see you again,” she stated simply. “My mother and I fly home tomorrow.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. Much as I want to, the distance will be too great.” I sighed. “I wish I could see you every day. Vacations always come to an end, though.”

She had tears in her eyes, and my heart ached for us both. “I will miss Sheryl.”

I climbed out of bed, and grabbed a sheet of hotel stationery. “Do you have a computer? Here is my email address.”

She took the paper, and looked a little happier. “I will write Sheryl every day.” She sat up proudly. “I know how to write with some English. I will get better, so I can write more emails to you!”

I started helping her to dress. “I know you will, honey. I look forward to reading them.” My stomach growled, and Sakura squealed in amusement. “Oh, goodness! I bet you’re hungry too, sweetheart. Would you like to have lunch now? We could go down to one of the restaurants while we wait for your mother.”

“That is good.” She fidgeted and looked a little unsure. “Sheryl, is no panties, right?”

“You look fine, sweetheart.” Nobody would notice my angel’s lack of undergarments, but the knowledge gave me a very special little thrill!

I packed her still damp swimsuit into a plastic bag. “Where should we go? I’ll take you to any restaurant you’d like.”

*****

“Sheryl, thank you for lunch.” Sakura smiled at me, and ate another French fry. I would have taken her anywhere, but my adorable little angel wanted McDonald’s. “This has been a good happy day for me.”

“Sakura, this has been a very good, very happy day for me!” I wanted to kiss her, but we were in public. I settled for patting her hand. “I’m so glad I met you.”

As we walked back to the hotel, she slipped her hand into mine. It felt so right! “I want to say something.” She pulled my arm, so I leaned closer to her. “I love Sheryl!”

My angel kissed my cheek, and we walked together into the hotel’s busy lobby.

The End

 

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Giving Credit Where It’s Due

  • Posted on August 16, 2018 at 8:50 am

By Naughty Mommy

For the founders of Juicy Secrets, 2018 has been a troublesome year so far.

First, Cheryl Taggert began the year dealing with a recurrence of her cancer. We’re happy to report, however, that her treatment went well (though painfully difficult to endure) and she’s in remission again. Next, JetBoy was laid off from his job and had to search diligently for another, which he eventually found. Then I came up against the need to move my family from one country to another in Europe due to a highly unpleasant political climate. We’re still in the middle of that process. It’s going as fine as can be hoped, but is quite the upset. And then to top it all off, last month our original site host, kinky-blogging, informed us that after more than three years our content was no longer acceptable there. The site immediately went dark and we had to scramble to find another home.

Fortunately for us, some wonderful people came forward to help out during these various crises. Amanda Lynn stepped in and took over my daily chores in managing the site so I could focus on the huge challenge of relocating a household to a different nation. PoppaBear has done amazing work in editing stories for us, both new submissions and archived entries, giving JetBoy some much needed assistance in that regard. And there is one other volunteer who wishes to remain anonymous but without whom this transfer to a new site home would have been far more onerous.

It may be hard for readers to understand how much activity goes on “behind the scenes” here at Juicy Secrets. It takes many hours of effort every day to keep a website like this one going and to keep the content fresh. That’s not even counting the individual work put in by numerous talented authors in crafting their stories for you and for us.

So, in recognition of the excellent jobs being done by Amanda Lynn and PoppaBear, we’re giving them both official titles which are now posted on our About Us page. Please join in offering these two a hearty vote of thanks for their tireless labors in making Juicy Secrets what it is.

 

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The Hire

  • Posted on August 15, 2018 at 3:40 am

by Alice

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2006 }

Alice stood before the door, looking both directions. She bit her lip. She’d waited a very long time for this day, and now that it was here — well, it’s one thing to work toward something and quite another for it to actually arrive!
 
She scuffed the toe of her shiny black shoe against the mat outside the door, and checked the address for the third time. When she had copied the ad out of the magazine, she expected that the neighborhood would be run down, even dangerous. But when the bus let her out two blocks away, she was surprised to find that it was a very fine area, better than even where she lived with her parents.
 
A breeze caught her plaid skirt, and she put her hands down to keep it in place. She felt the wad of bills she had saved over the summer, saving just for this. It was quite a lot of money, more than should have been required, but she figured it was going to take a lot more than the usual fee for Miss Catherine to take her on as a client.
 
“Best be done with it,” she whispered to herself. With a trembling finger, she reached up and pressed the buzzer.
 
Almost right away the door opened. A tallish maid in a very elegant uniform looked out – then down – to notice young Alice standing there, wringing her hands. She smiled softly.
 
“I’m sorry, honey, we already bought our share of cookies this year.” She started to close the door.
 
Oh no, thought Alice. Speak, speak, speak! she urged herself. “Is — is Miss Catherine in?” she asked meekly.
 
The maid’s eyebrows arched up? “Miss Catherine?” she asked. “Well, just a moment.” She closed the door.
 
Moments later it was opened by a woman with stunning red hair. She wore a light sheer robe with fur trim at the collar and hem. There were so many layers of sheerness to it, Alice couldn’t tell what — if anything — she wore beneath it.
 
Miss Catherine (for it was no other) looked down at Alice with intense curiosity, then looked both ways up and down the block. “You asked for me?” she said, not unkindly.
 
“Yes,” said Alice. “Yes ma’am. I — I found your advertisement, and…”
 
“My ad?” she asked.
 
“Yes ma’am. It — it was in the back of one of my father’s magazines. And it was a long time ago, and I was wondering if — if you were still in business.”
 
“Well, perhaps,” said Miss Catherine. “Just what business is it you think I’m in?”
 
Alice blushed and rubbed one foot with the other. “Um — you know – tying people up and — and doing things to them. For money.”
 
Miss Catherine smirked. “Sometimes, honey,” she said. “But that’s something that only grownups can do. Come back when you’re a few years older.”
 
She began to shut the door, and Alice panicked. “But I have money!” she blurted, and shoved forward the large fistful of bills she had saved. “And I’ve been wanting this for ever so long.” She stared pleadingly at the older woman.
 
The door froze as Miss Catherine’s eyes went back and forth from the money to the schoolgirl. “Where did you get all this money?” she asked.
 
“I’ve saved it,” Alice said. “I’ve worked in people’s gardens and done babysitting. Everything, just so I could c-come here.”
 
Miss Catherine thought for a moment. No, she couldn’t actually be entertaining this idea. The little girl probably didn’t realize the full reality of what it was her service provided. But she couldn’t continue talking with this girl through the open door — the neighbors might see them.
 
“Perhaps you’d better come in,” Miss Catherine said, opening the door wide.
 
Alice’s heart beat hard against her chest. It took forever to get her foot to move, but then she was through the door, which shut heavily behind her.
 
Alice clutched the money close to her as she slowly circled about taking in the opulent surroundings of Miss Catherine’s estate. Everything was so plush and soft and clean.
 
“Please, sit down,” Miss Catherine said, motioning to the sofa. Alice sat, and Miss Catherine settled in beside her.
 
“So, you think I tie people up and ‘do things’ to them,” she repeated. “What sorts of things do you think I do?”
 
Alice fumbled for words. “It — it depends. Spank them, sometimes, I suppose. The ad said something like that. I had to look up some of the words, and when I did I knew you were what I was — was looking for.”
 
“I see,” said Miss Catherine, all business. “And what is it, exactly, that you’re looking for? Come, come, don’t be reticent with me. Speak plainly.”
 
Alice’s face turned pink and her mouth went dry. “I was hoping perhaps I could hire you — to — to — tickle me,” she finally added with a soft hopeful whisper.
 
Miss Catherine nearly burst out laughing, but she refrained for the sake of embarrassing the poor child any further. “Miss — what was your name, child?”
 
“Alice.”
 
“Well, Miss Alice, people — that is, grownups — come to me for quite a bit more than just a tickle. I’m sure you could find any boy at your school who would be more than happy to give you a playful poke or two.”
 
“But I don’t want a boy!” Alice quickly interjected.
 
“Oh,” said Miss Catherine. “I see.” She smiled. “Well, I suppose you’re at the age where you are learning what you want and don’t want. But I don’t think you really want me just yet, darling.” She pet the girl’s head condescendingly. “I’m a bit more — advanced.”
 
Alice choked back her disappointment. “But I do know what I want,” she sputtered. “I — I want a girl to tickle me and I don’t want to be able to fight back and — and I want to feel like when I’m– ” She abruptly closed her mouth.
 
“Feel like what?” Miss Catherine asked. “No secrets.”
 
Alice blushed. “Like — when I’m in my bed — thinking about it and – “
 
“And playing with yourself?” Miss Catherine asked. My, this child is a precocious one. Alice said nothing, but nodded, trembling. Miss Catherine took her hand between her own. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of there, Alice,” she said reassuringly. “It’s quite natural for a girl your age to be exploring new ideas and feelings.”
 
“Like this one?” Alice asked, hopefully.
 
Miss Catherine sighed. This girl had her mind made up.
 
“Let me explain,” Miss Catherine said. “There are certain rules that people have to abide by when they obtain my services,” she said. “Strict rules,” she added.
 
Alice looked up attentively, eyes wide and expectant.
 
“First of all,” Miss Catherine continued, “grownups have to be naked. Have you considered that? Being naked when getting tickled? It’s a very awkward thing to be.”
 
“I–” Alice took a breath and sat up straight. “I can do that,” she said, confidently. “I can take my clothes off. That’s how I want to be tickled. Naked, with a pretty lady doing it.”
 
“Second rule,” Miss Catherine added hastily. “You don’t take your clothes off. You don’t do a thing. All dressing and undressing is done by my maid, Barbara, who also attends all sessions as a witness and sometimes as an assistant.”
 
Barbara stopped dusting the shelves across the room when she heard this. She turned around, seemingly shocked that the discussion was still continuing. “Miss Catherine, I don’t think –“
 
“No, you don’t, you’re not paid to,” said Miss Catherine, crossly.
 
Alice felt bad for Barbara, but she knew that sometimes rich people had to keep their servants in their place. Barbara let out a breath and continued her cleaning.
 
Miss Catherine turned back to Alice, her gentle demeanor returned. “So you wouldn’t be naked in front of me. You’d be naked in front of both of us.”
 
Alice swallowed, but continued nodding. “Okay.”
 
Miss Catherine’s brows knit together. “Barbara, come here.”
 
Reluctantly the maid put down her duster and attended her mistress.
 
“Please remove Miss Alice’s shoes and socks for me,” Miss Catherine commanded.
 
“But I haven’t paid you yet,” Alice protested.
 
“Keep your money for right now, honey,” she said, as Barbara knelt in her short black uniform and began unbuckling Alice’s shoes. Once removed, she started to roll the white lace ankle socks down her feet. Alice closed her eyes, and her chest flushed with warmth.
 
Miss Catherine patted her lap, and Barbara obediently laid the tiny bare feet in them.
 
“What–” Alice began. Without preamble, Miss Catherine lit into tickling Alice’s feet with her long nails, using rapid long scratches.
 
Alice shrieked, and fell flat on her back on the couch, pounding her fists into the cushions, hysterical with laughter. Miss Catherine held her ankles firmly in place as her hard nails skittered over one sole, then the other, then in between the toes, remaining silent all the while.
 
When Miss Catherine stopped, Alice was quite out of breath and her hair was a mess. Her white top was also disheveled, having come untucked from her skirt in several places.
 
“That is just a sample of what someone who hired me for tickling could expect,” Miss Catherine said. “And that was clothed, untied, and with only my fingers. And I daresay that was more than you were prepared to handle.”
 
Alice shook her head, breathlessly insisting, “I could handle more. I promise I could.”
 
Miss Catherine’s shoulders sank. She saw the money lying now scattered on the couch and over Alice. It was, actually, quite a bit — more than five times her usual fee. Perhaps what the girl needed was to truly see what it was she had come after… that would surely put the fear into her and make for a hasty retreat. And a profitable one for Miss Catherine, to be sure.
 
“Very well then,” Miss Catherine said with resignation. “Barbara, attend to her.”
 
Barbara locked eyes with her mistress for several seconds, then meekly turned toward Alice. “Come with me, child,” she said, taking Alice by the hand and leading her up the stairs and into a room that was just as opulent as the one she had left.
 
“Thank you,” Alice stammered to the maid. “This really means so much to me.”
 
But Barbara said nothing as she set about to unbuttoning Alice’s blouse and quickly untucking it from her skirt.
 
“A brassiere,” Miss Catherine chuckled from the doorway. “How charming. And soon you’ll be filling it out.”
 
Alice turned to look to Miss Catherine and nearly stumbled as Barbara yanked her skirt down around her ankles. Miss Catherine had doffed her many layered gown and now stood in a corset and stockings. The corset seemed to be made of leather, but was of the prettiest, shiniest pink Alice had ever seen.
 
Barbara carried the skirt and blouse across the room and stopped by Miss Catherine. “Mistress, are you sure?” she whispered.
 
“Trust me, Barbara,” she whispered back. “One look at the toybox while she’s bound and she’ll be begging to run for the hills.” Barbara nodded.
 
“Oh, and Barbara,” Miss Catherine added. “You know the rules. Completely nude.”
 
This time Barbara blushed as she walked back to the waiting Alice, where she unhooked the young girl’s bra and reluctantly shucked her panties down, revealing a very pale bottom and equally pale, smooth sex.
 
We’ll start by letting her know her place, thought Miss Catherine. She sat in the oversized wicker chair stuffed with cushions. “Come to me, Alice,” she said, crossing her legs and wiggling her (now bare) toes.
 
Alice shyly crossed the room, her hands covering her tiny nipples and exposed sex, and stood in front of Miss Catherine.
 
“Aren’t you even going to kiss me for what I’m doing for you?” Miss Catherine asked with humor.
 
Alice bent forward, lips puckered. “No, no — here,” and Miss Catherine extended her foot. “My toes.”
 
Alice blinked, then, bent way down to kiss the toes.
 
“You’ll have to kneel down,” Miss Catherine said, lowering her foot out of reach of Alice’s kiss.
 
Alice knelt down and then, nervously, began to plant little puckery kisses at the tips of Miss Catherine’s toes.
 
Miss Catherine’s breath caught in her, something Barbara noticed from across the room. Miss Catherine shrugged as she and the maid exchanged a glance. What could she do to help these physical sensation she felt? These lips — these little girl’s lips — were nothing like the older, rougher lips she usually felt. Time to move forward.
 
“And here,” Miss Catherine said, unlacing the corset and revealing her ample bosom. She circled a nipple with her finger.
 
Alice swallowed hard and drew toward the swollen nipple. She had to press her body against Miss Catherine’s to do so, and she shivered with pleasure as she felt the leather and skin against her naked body. She kissed the nipple once, then twice again.
 
“Suck it,” Miss Catherine said, and Alice obeyed. Miss Catherine’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. Maybe she could do this after all. Maybe, if…
 
An electrical jolt went through Miss Catherine’s nipple as Alice’s little tongue rolled over it. Across the room, Barbara coughed politely.
 
“Yes,” Miss Catherine said. “Well, that’s — that’s enough, Alice. Very good.” Alice stood back and smiled shyly, still awkwardly covering herself.
 
“It’s time we got down to business, then,” said Miss Catherine, as she walked across the room to a large chest against the wall. Her legs were a bit wobbly, but she took a few cleansing breaths and was soon quite herself again.
 
Alice saw the contents of the chest, and eyed them curiously. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what all the items were for, or why they would be used in the first place, but she said nothing. She didn’t want to ruin this opportunity that she was about to have.
 
“Right, on the bed with you then,” Miss Catherine said.
 
Alice climbed into the bed, which was almost too high for her. Barbara bent over and, with a moment of hesitance, boosted the girl into the oversized bed.
 
“On your back,” Miss Catherine said, and as Alice laid on her back, the lady grasped her ankle and slipped a loop around it, which she then began attaching to one foot corner of the bed. “Barbara, take care of the wrists.”
 
Barbara obediently took Alice’s wrists and began securing them in similar fashion to the head of the bed. Alice’s breath came quickly, and Barbara looked down at her with a hint of pity for what was to come.
 
“There we are,” said Miss Catherine, tying off the final knot. “Snug as a bug. Now, we’ll start with something simple, I should think. Barbara, dust her off, would you?”
 
“Me?” Barbara stammered. “I don’t think I should–“
 
“You’ll dust her now, and you’ll do it naked,” Miss Catherine snapped. “One more impertinence, and you’ll join her on the bed!”
 
The maid flushed hotly, but she said nothing. She dipped her head and began undoing the back of her outfit.
 
Alice watched silently, feeling every tiny air current in the room across her uncovered body. She had seen other girls naked before, of course. Even other women. And she had just now only seen Miss Catherine’s own bare breasts. But Barbara was going to be naked and apparently dusting her with something, standing close to her. It was more than she had ever imagined. Worth the whole wad and more, she thought to herself.
 
When the buxom brunette had completely denuded, Miss Catherine presented her with a feather duster. “Now, dust her until I tell you to stop,” she said.
 
Barbara leaned over the young Alice. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
 
“Don’t be,” Alice replied earnestly.
 
“No talking,” Miss Catherine said. “Dusting.”
 
Barbara began bustling the feathers about Alice’s bound wrists, as though she were busily dusting furniture. She dusted Alice’s forehead and nose, which made the girl grin and sputter. This is silly, thought Alice. Not at all like I thought it–
 
The duster began working over her shoulder and underarm, cutting off the girl’s thoughts with an involuntary giggle. It was so soft! She hadn’t been tickled there before with anything soft, but always with someone’s too-rough fingers, thinking they were playing. But this! This was new and exciting and…
 
“What are you giggling at, little Alice,” Miss Catherine whispered musically.
 
“It — teeheehee — tickles!”
 
“Oh, does it,” Miss Catherine said. “Well, it’s going to tickle lots more, because this is just the start. Maybe you don’t want to be tickled after all?”
 
But Alice didn’t try to reply, so Miss Catherine nodded curtly to the maid. Instantly, the feathers were dancing across Alice’s flat titties, teasing the pebbly little pink nipples.
 
Alice was in heaven! The feathers felt so good there. And the tickling wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle, she was sure of that.
 
Lower the feathers traveled. Across her belly, making it scrunch up around her bellybutton. Back and forth over her hips, which made her stretch from side to side as much as she could. She gasped, more in surprise than anything else, when she felt them travel over her private area, then chided herself silently that she really should have expected that… and it did feel rather nice, once she relaxed again.
 
Alice giggled more loudly as the feathers made their way down her legs and over her feet and toes, but all too soon, the dusting was over. Is that it? she thought to herself, disappointed. Is it over so soon?
 
“Now that you’re all dusted off,” Miss Catherine said, approaching the bed and unlacing her corset again, “we can finally start in with the tickling.” She let her words sink into Alice to see if the girl would finally relent, but if anything the girl’s eyes seemed more excited than ever.
 
Miss Catherine too the stick of the duster and used it as a pointer. “We are going to tickle you here,” and she poked gently into one of Alice’s stretched underarms, “and all along here,” dragging the point down Alice’s ribs. “We will also pay quite a bit of attention to here,” circling Alice’s nipples, flicking them with the plastic end, “and also very much tickling here.” This last bit she illustrated not with the duster’s handle, but with her own fingernails, tracing her index and middle finger up and down Alice’s smooth labia. Alice’s eyes went wide at the touch.
 
“Is that a problem?” Miss Catherine asked, still tracing up and down.
 
“No, I — I just don’t think I’m ticklish there,” Alice said, haltingly. The nail didn’t tickle but at the same time, she liked whatever sensation it was that was happening.
 
“It only has to be done properly,” Miss Catherine said. “A woman’s pussy can be very, very ticklish,” she said with a hint of concern in her voice. “You can back out any time.”
 
Alice set her jaw defiantly, briefly shaking her head.
 
After a while, Miss Catherine stopped the teasing of her sex. “Oh, and of course, I don’t have to tell you that your feet will get the most merciless tickling you’ve ever had.”
 
Of course, thought Alice. She actually worried that having her feet tickled was going to be her weakness in the end, causing her to burst out for them to stop. She prayed that she would be strong enough to get as much tickling as she could.
 
“All right then,” said Miss Catherine. She slipped a furry mitten on one hand. “You’ve been warned.” She rested the fur against Alice’s side and began to stroke up and down.
 
The feel of the fur was even softer than the feathers, but tickled in a completely different way. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to giggle, but when Miss Catherine’s hand passed over her bellybutton, she couldn’t help herself any longer and sputtered.
 
“There’s the giggles,” Miss Catherine said in a sing-song tease. “Is the widdle girl got a tickwish tum-tum?”
 
The baby talk made the situation all the more sillier to Alice – and also made the tickling seem that much more — tickly! She felt Miss Catherine’s other hand – the bare one – begin to trace circles around her nipples, tweaking them, making them stand out before bringing the fur-covered hand over them. “Dere’s dem tickwy widdle tiddies,” she cooed. “A’most wike a big girl’s tiddies, all tickwy, aren’t dey?”
 
Alice was in fits! She was beginning to feel that strong sensation she got in bed whenever she would, as Miss Catherine said, play with herself. If only she could do that now…
 
“We should stop,” Barbara said.
 
“You’re right,” Miss Catherine said, stopping the tickling. “We should stop…” She advanced on the maid. “…and show Alice what a really terrible tickling looks like.” She glared at her maid, who visibly cowed beneath her gaze. “I’ve already warned you. Onto the bed.”
 
“Mistress, I– “
 
“The bed.”
 
Meekly, Barbara climbed onto the bed and tried awkwardly to lie somewhere, anywhere, where Alice wasn’t.
 
“No… standing, I think.”
 
Barbara winced, then stood on the mattress between Alice’s splayed legs. She looked upward at the eyehook in the ceiling that she knew was there. In an instant, Miss Catherine stood beside her, now out of the corset and in only her panties. The mistress took the maid’s wrists – offered without struggle – and wrapped a cord about them, binding them together, then tied the cord off in the eyehook.
 
Alice watched in amazement as Barbara hung suspended from the ceiling, her breasts undulating as the springy mattress buoyed beneath her feet.
 
“Barbara knows that when she’s impertinent, she gets spanked,” Miss Catherine explained, as she finished off the last of the knots. “But since this is on your time, little Miss Alice, I think we shall stick with the current theme.”
 
Barbara twisted her neck to look at Miss Catherine. “Mistress! No, you wouldn’t! Please, I couldn’t bear toooHOOHOOHOOAAHAAHAAHEEE EEEEGGGH!!! NO! HAHAHAHAHA! NO PLEEEEHEEHEEZ!”
 
Alice had never seen another grownup tickled before, and certainly not like this! She gazed entranced as Miss Catherine stood behind her maid and maliciously dug her fingers into Barbara’s underarms and ribs. Barbara danced and stomped on the bed, making Alice rise and fall with it. The poor maid couldn’t even draw breath to plead with her mistress, for Miss Catherine gave her no respite. And so she laughed, laughed as though she could do nothing else; laughed with hysteria while great tears streaked her rosy cheeks. Barbara’s ample breasts, which Alice had watched sway earlier, now bounced about on her chest, held in place only when Miss Catherine cupped them in her hands and kneaded her fingers into the fleshy mounds, pulling more peals of helpless laughter from the brunette.
 
“And now,” said Miss Catherine when she stopped tickling, “to finish your punishment.” She stepped down and stood at the edge of the bed and reached through and between the maids legs, putting her fingertips along the slit of Barbara’s cunt. “You’re going to come for our guest.”
 
Barbara panted. “No, I can’t — I – ohh – “
 
“Don’t even bother to resist,” Miss Catherine teased. “I know where your pleasure button is.”
 
Alice could see the four fingers sliding up and down Barbara’s sex and, though it may have been an optical illusion, could easily see that the missing thumb must be — oh my gosh — pressing into Barbara’s bottom!
 
Barbara cooed and moaned, blushing crimson as she wiggled under Miss Catherine’s touches. “Keep your eyes open,” Miss Catherine warned her, “and on our guest, or we’ll start again.”
 
Barbara’s eyes popped open and, with shame, locked contact with Alice’s.
 
“That’s better,” said Miss Catherine. “Let Alice see how glassy your eyes get when you’re about to come. She gets a funny expression on her face when she’s about to come, you see, Alice? It’s hilarious, don’t you think?”
 
To Barbara’s surprise, as her orgasm mounted, Alice’s face broke into a wide grin followed instantaneously by a stream of helpless giggles that grew into loud laughter. Of course, Barbara thought through her haze. She chanced a quick glance down and confirmed that Miss Catherine was using her free hand to tickle the little girl’s foot.
 
“Eyes front, Barbara,” the mistress warned, and pressed on the maid’s clitoris more firmly.
 
Barbara turned her attention back to the laughing little girl on the bed with her as her mistress forced the arousal to grow within her. She knew what was happening, of course. It was one of her mistress’s many conditioning treatments — forcing Barbara to orgasm while simultaneously making her watch something forever bound the scene to the erotic centers of her consciousness. The scene would then be forever erotic to her, more so with repeated exposure. Soon, she knew, her mistress would perform this treatment again, probably with Barbara forced to do the tickling, making the reinforcement that much more secure.
 
Barbara knew better than to fight her mistress, and so resignedly submitted to watching Alice laugh and wiggle, naked and pale and blonde and pink, on the bed before her.
 
“Isn’t her got a funny widdle wook,” Miss Catherine teased, running her fingernails under Alice’s toes. “Barbwa wooks SOO funny right now, don’t her?”
 
As if in response, Alice’s cackles grew louder, more intense, as Miss Catherine stepped up both the tickling of the helpless girl’s foot and her massaging of Barbara’s clit, slit and pucker, working her thumb in circles around the maid’s anus.
 
Finally, with a loud grunt, Barbara could stave off the orgasm no longer and surrendered to it. Her body tensed as her eyes remained locked on the laughing, twisting naked little girl while unbelievable currents of pleasure coursed through her body.
 
Miss Catherine stopped tickling Alice so she could release Barbara from her bonds. The maid collapsed naked into her mistress’s arms. “Thank you, Mistress,” she rasped, exhausted.
 
“If you really want to thank me,” said Miss Catherine, “pay more attention to my guests.” She kissed her maid gently, then set about undoing a set of clasps on each corner of the bed.
 
“That was some pretty hard tickling just then, wasn’t it?” Miss Catherine said. “Both what I did to you and Barbara. Are you sure you’re not ready to call it quits?”
 
Alice wasn’t sure her left foot could take any more tickles, but she also experienced a bit of jealousy at the attention that Barbara had received. What must that be like? she thought.
 
“I’m ready for more,” she said, with a nod.
 
Miss Catherine straddled the girl’s belly, letting Alice feel the satin of the crotch of her panties slide around her bellybutton, and put her nails in her underarms. “Are you really sure,” she said, then set about with a quick, hard tickling that sent Alice into spasms of giggles.
 
“Yes!” Alice squealed. “Yes, I’m sure!”
 
“All right, then,” Catherine said, climbing off Alice, too quickly as far as the child was concerned, and going back to the foot of the bed. “Then we’ll let the real tickling begin.”
 
The real tickling? Alice wondered.
 
Miss Catherine busied herself running a length of rope through the board at the foot of the bed, right in the middle, then up to the eye hook that Barbara had been attached to. With Barbara’s help, the hoisted the rope and, to Alice’s amazement, the board came loose from the footboard and rose into the air, taking Alice’s ankles upward with it!
 
Miss Catherine cradled Alice’s shoulders and torso in her arms as Barbara wheeled the bed out from under her, the rod at the headboard coming away just as the footboard had done. On the floor there was another eye hook, and after much finagling, Miss Catherine and Barbara succeeded tying off the headboard rod to the eyehook in the floor, suspending Alice naked in the air upside down!
 
Miss Catherine squatted down by Alice’s face. “Comfy,” she asked? “Good. We’ll begin. Barbara, my Flex-O-Pleaser, please?”
 
The maid obediently passed Miss Catherine a device that looked like a rubber wand attached to a hot glue gun, and a handful of little plastic disks with different shapes to them.
 
“Is that a tickling thing?” Alice asked nervously.
 
“No,” Miss Catherine said, clipping a smooth disk like a rubber dart tip to the end. “This is a teasing thing. It makes you more sensitive — like this.” And she put the disk over Alice’s nipple, pressing the soft rubber flat against Alice’s chest.
 
“But how does it — ahhhhh…” Alice sighed as she felt the gentle vibrations in the disk hum through her nipple. Miss Catherine moved the tip around in slow circles against her chest, pausing only to bring it over to Alice’s other nipple. Alice hung there in silence, her hair brushing the floor, her mouth slack. She heard Miss Catherine say something to Barbara, saw Barbara nod, but Alice was too much in a dream state to understand what was being communicated.
 
Soon enough, she saw Barbara kneel beside Miss Catherine, holding a handful of Q-tips. She’s going to clean my ears? Alice thought, but came unwillingly out of her reverie as Miss Catherine pulled the lovely humming toy away from her now erect and throbbing nipples.
 
“That was much nicer than some mean old tickles, wasn’t it?” Miss Catherine said.
 
“Yes,” Alice replied in a dreamy whisper.
 
“Well, too bad that you asked for tickles then, my dear,” Miss Catherine responded. She nodded to Barbara, who began to run a soft fuzzy Q-tip swab around both Alice’s hardened nipples. Made sensitive by the Flex-O-Pleaser vibrations, her nipples felt every stray thread of the cotton as it stroked her baby pink areolas and nipples — and it TICKLED!
 
Alice’s eyes lit up with new life as she howled with ticklish laughter! “Oh no!” she cried. “Ticklesssss ahahahahahahahahahaha – “
 
“Well, that is what you paid for, foolish little girl,” Miss Catherine said with a chuckle. She was bringing a bottle of lotion from the dresser while Barbara idly teased Alice’s nipples with the cotton swabs. “And I do try to please my customers.”
 
Standing behind the suspended Alice, Miss Catherine squirted a cold spurt of lotion on each cheek of Alice’s bottom, with each squirt eliciting a yip from the helpless girl. “Now, how about a nice massage?”
 
Miss Catherine changed the tip on the Flex-O-Pleaser wand for a round disk with one face covered with round tipped rubber spikes. The vibrator on, she began to work the disk into the lotion, spreading it around Alice’s pale bottom. The soft rubber of the spikes bent and wiggled, and did so freely against the frictionless surface the lotion had turned Alice’s buttocks into.
 
“EEEK!” Alice squealed, for it was the first time she had been tickled in two different places by two different people! Barbara had begun circling the Q-tips in wider circles around her unformed titties, taking care to never ignore the nipples for very long. Now with the millions of tickly fingers that felt like they were assaulting her bum, Alice began to realize how truly ticklish she could become, and how helpless she was.
 
But the overriding disappointment of all her ordeal was that she couldn’t pull her hand free to play with herself. For all her helpless laughter, for all the tickling that she couldn’t prevent, this moment, this feeling, made her the happiest and the horniest — that was the right word, wasn’t it? — that she had ever been in her whole life!
 
Alice felt something warm and wet on her nipples and, blinking away the tears of laughter, saw that Barbara had put the Q-tips away and was now licking and sucking her nipples much the way Alice had to do for Miss Catherine earlier. Meanwhile, the buzzing fingers on her bum had been replaced for the much more soothing touch of Miss Catherine’s fingers that slowly stroked the undercurve of Alice’s bottom, taking occasional trips to spread the slippery lotion over Alice’s smooth labia.
 
Alice drifted back into her dreamlike euphoria. It was the first time anyone had ever kissed her chest, and the first time anyone had EVER touched her in her private area! She thought about her friend Gretchen, and how she had been tempted on that one sleepover to touch her sleeping friend’s exposed cunny that night as she slept, but had been too afraid. If I’d known it would feel like this to her, I bet she wouldn’t have minded, thought Alice.
 
The flickers of Barbara’s tongue against her nipples felt so good, and Miss Catherine’s fingers on her pussy lips were so soft, that Alice was quite unprepared when Miss Catherine’s other hand began to slowly trip-trap walk her nails over the soles of Alice’s feet.
 
“No-ho-ho–” Alice whined.
 
“But you like being tickled, don’t you?” Miss Catherine teased.
 
“Yes, buttaaahahahahaahaha–” She laughed as Miss Catherine’s fingernails performed a quick pirouette on her heel before stopping.
 
“But you like this as well, hmm?” Miss Catherine said, firmly rubbing Alice’s labia with her index and middle finger pressed flat against them. “And how Barbara makes you feel?” Barbara continued to suckle at Alice’s nipples, no mean feat as there was nothing but the nipple itself to take into her mouth.
 
“Y-yes!” Alice cried. “I love it!”
 
“Well then,” Miss Catherine said. “Let us tickle you one last time, and then Barbara and I will make you feel like this again until you tell us to stop. Deal?”
 
Until I tell them to stop? Alice thought. Would they do it forever, then? she considered, wistfully. But to have to be tickled again — that was fine except that this would have to stop for it. Oh, but surely she could handle the tickling once more…
 
“Okay,” she said.
 
“Okay, what?” Miss Catherine fired back, a gleam in her eyes.
 
“Okay, t-tickle me,” Alice replied.
 
In an instant, Barbara stopped suckling and began to scratch her well-manicured nails in Alice’s underarms and up and down her ribs. At the same time, standing behind the upside-down girl, Miss Catherine stood and put a hand in each little pink sole and began tracing her fingers in random patterns all about the ticklish flesh.
 
Alice screamed! She squealed and shrieked, but she dared not beg them to stop no matter how much she felt she needed to. Her feet were aflame with tickling, and she could feel Barbara’s breasts sway against her belly as the maid leaned over to get the occasional better reach for her sides.
 
After an eternity, the tickling of her feet stopped, although Barbara continued gently tickling Alice’s nipples and armpits, allowing Alice’s laughter to subside from hysterical mania to a soft exhalation of titters.
 
“She’s — teehee — she’s still tickling me — heeheehee! ” giggled Alice.
 
“Yes,” murmured Miss Catherine. “Yes, she’s going to continue that for just a little while longer, Alice.” The redhead settled herself behind the maid, wrapping her arms around her from behind.
 
Here we go, thought Barbara resignedly, her fingers continuing to tease and tickle the little girl in front of her. She closed her eyes as she felt Miss Catherine’s hands gently cup her breasts and tease her nipples, while her other hand reached around her belly and dipped down to tease her slit.
 
“Eyes open,” Miss Catherine whispered, and Barbara obeyed. Her fingers danced along Alice’s ribs, wiggling in each one. The louder Alice laughed, the more pleasure Miss Catherine inflicted upon her.
 
That was key to the training, Barbara knew, but she couldn’t help herself — she was a slave to the pleasure.
 
“That’s good,” cooed Miss Catherine, massaging her lotioned fingers about Barbara’s slit, teasing it open and stroking the maid’s aroused pearl. “Tickle the little girl. Make the child laugh for me.”
 
And Barbara did. She tickled across Alice’s tummy and down her sides and in her exposed underarms. Alice’s laughter became background noise as Barbara thought about her shame and degradation, to be forced to do this and enjoy it. This poor girl, she thought, to have to be tickled so-oh-oh-oh… An electric jolt of pleasure went through one nipple, Miss Catherine’s doing by the use of the Flex-O-Pleaser. This poor, sweet girl, she thought, her fingers caressing softly over Alice’s tummy, her fingers trembling now as the vibe aroused her nipples.
 
As Barbara grew more excited, she tickled more firmly, making Alice squeal with mirth. The laughter became an erotic sound to Barbara, the soft skin of the girl’s tummy the most wonderful thing to touch. You poor girl, she continued thinking. You poor, wonderful, delicious ticklish little annnnnngel…
 
She leaned in and began to kiss Alice’s stretched-taut belly, her tongue teasing the bellybutton while her fingers walked up and began squeezing at Alice’s hips.
 
“Tease her,” Miss Catherine whispered in Barbara’s ear. “Talk to her.”
 
Barbara licked her lips. “Kitchy koo,” she whispered between nuzzles of Alice’s tummy.
 
“More spirited,” Miss Catherine said, running the Flex-O-Pleaser down Barbara’s tummy with the promise of going even lower.
 
Barbara moaned. “Kitchy kitchy koo,” she said, louder. She dug her fingers into Alice’s hips and sides, in the hollows of her thigh joints. “Is the little girl ticklish? Tickle tickle tickle!”
 
The more Barbara teased and tickled, the louder Alice laughed, and the lower Miss Catherine lowered the tip of the flexible vibe until the tip met her clit. Then both Alice and Catherine screamed as Barbara’s fingers went out of control and tickled mercilessly at the joints of Alice’s leg and leaned in and tongued Alice’s bellybutton. As the last of the orgasm coursed through Barbara’s body, she fell against Alice’s body, no longer tickling, hugging it tightly.
 
Wordlessly, Miss Catherine arose and began teasing Alice’s splayed labia again. Barbara caught her breath and, still trembling, began kissing Alice’s nipples again, loving every single kiss she took. She’d never been attracted to a little girl before, not ever. But this child was… exquisite!
 
Within minutes, Alice was swooning in ecstasy. But she was afraid to show it, because she thought that, once again, these women would stop these wonderful touches and start tickling her again.
 
But when Miss Catherine bowed her head between the girl’s legs and began kissing and licking Alice’s bare slit, Alice couldn’t help but gasp and moan. Her mouth formed a perfect little ‘O’ and she began to tremble. This was different than when she would play with herself. When she did that, she could speed up her playing when she felt the orgasm coming, making it happen. Now she was at the mercy of someone else, and the orgasm would come when it came and no sooner. She wished so much that she could do something to return the pleasure.
 
Barbara knelt to get a better angle on sucking at Alice’s nipples, which put her own breasts close to Alice’s mouth. Alice took the chance and, to Barbara’s surprise, took the nipple between her lips and began to suck.
 
Barbara groaned at the feel of the child’s wet lips nursing her nipple, and looked quickly up at Miss Catherine, fearing punishment for taking the pleasure. But Miss Catherine just smiled and nodded, continuing to alternate between Alice’s tender labia, taking one between her lips and gently nibbling, then repeating with the other.
 
“Does that feel good, Alice?” Miss Catherine cooed.
 
“Mmm-hmm,” Alice replied through a mouthful of Barbara’s nipple.
 
“Miss Catherine’s going to make it feel really good now, baby girl,” the redhead promised. “And I’m going to tickle your feet while I do it, but I’ll be gentle, okay?”
 
A pause, then another “Mmm-hmm.”
 
Miss Catherine smiled and brought her face back to Alice’s pussy, this time targeting the tiny pink clitoris. At the same time, her hands reached upward for Alice’s helpless pale soles.
 
Tongue met clit at the same moment fingertips met soles. True to her word, Miss Catherine tickled only slowly and softly. She might as well have attacked Alice’s feet with a brush, because, while Alice giggled at the touch, her giggles were overwhelmed with a succession of “Oh”s, each louder than the last, causing her to lose her oral grip on Barbara’s breast.
 
Barbara joined in with her mistress, tugging the little girl’s tiny nipples between her lips as she reached up and finger-brushed Alice’s sides and underarms.
 
Even though Alice was anticipating the orgasm, it still seemed to sneak up on her. Her body spasmed and twitched. A trickle of clear liquid drizzled from her slit and Miss Catherine let it flow into her mouth. Her own voice seemed strange to her; older, more mature. Barbara and Miss Catherine heard the same lusty sound in the girl’s giggles and moans, and smiled to themselves.
 
The child’s orgasm subsided, and Alice breathed deeply. If she were at home, this would be the time she would roll over, hug her pillow tightly, and go to sleep. But Barbara kept on licking her nipples, and Miss Catherine did the same to her pussy, even though she had already come. More, they were still tickling her, and now that she wasn’t orgasming, she could no longer ignore the tickle sensations.
 
“Stahahahap,” she giggled, helplessly. “Enouhahaahaff — ahhh!” Quite unexpectedly, another orgasm, stronger than the first, began to build in her vagina. That she could have another one so close to the first came as a surprise to Alice, and she surrendered gleefully to it.
 
When the second climax had washed over her, the continued tickling felt even more unbearable, making her giggle louder. But she submitted to the tickles, knowing that they would stop whenever the ladies decided they would stop. Meanwhile, the orgasms came – and after each one, the tickles were stronger than the previous time until, finally, she was laughing loudly even through her final orgasm, a sweet, draining flush of pleasure and tickling that made the room fade into darkness.
 
*****
 
When Alice awoke, the women were dressed, Miss Catherine in her gown of many layers and Barbara in her uniform. Barbara was dipping a cloth in a bowl of water and wiping down the still nude Alice.
 
“Well, little Miss Alice,” said Miss Catherine as she bustled about the room putting things away. “Was everything up to your… expectations?”
 
“Oh, yes!” Alice quickly agreed. Then disappointment crossed her face.
 
“Why, whatever is the matter, Alice?” Miss Catherine said, noting Alice’s sudden glumness.
 
“It’s just that,” Alice began, “it took me so long to save up enough money to come here. And I had such fun that I don’t know how I’ll ever last until next summer when I can do it again.”
 
“Next summer?” Miss Catherine declared. “Why, whatever makes you think you need to wait that long?”
 
“Well, I– “
 
“Miss Alice,” Miss Catherine continued. “Do you have any idea at all of the value of money? Hmm? No, I don’t think you do. Your payment earlier? You didn’t buy a session.”
 
“But I– “
 
Barbara looked up at her mistress, curiously.
 
“You paid much too much for that,” Miss Catherine said, firmly. “You purchased yourself a junior partnership in my business — a SILENT junior partnership, which means that you really don’t tell anyone that you’re a junior partner.”
 
Barbara arched an eyebrow at her boss as she began to slide Alice’s panties up her legs.
 
“Junior partnership?” Alice said. “D-does that mean I can come back again sometime?”
 
Miss Catherine laughed. “As often as you’d like,” she said. “And I hope you come again soon.” Barbara fastened the tiny bra around Alice’s chest with a bit of a smirk at the uselessness of the garment, before helping the girl into the rest of her outfit, finishing with the ankle socks and buckle-up shoes.
 
“Membership has its privileges,” Miss Catherine continued. “But always remember that you are a silent partner, understand?”
 
“I understand silent,” Alice said as Barbara began to brush her hair and tie the bows back into place. “But what does it mean that I’m a junior partner?”
 
Miss Catherine smiled. “It means you’re junior to me,” she said. “Just like me, but smaller.”
 
“Like a daughter?” Alice ventured.
 
“Just as though you were my very own daughter,” Miss Catherine said. “You can treat everything that’s mine as though it were yours. My television. My refrigerator. My maid.”
 
“Your–” Barbara said with a start.
 
“Everything,” Miss Catherine said firmly.
 
“Wow,” said Alice, considering the implications. She looked at Barbara with a mischievous twinkle. “So if I told her to do something…?”
 
“She’d have to do it,” finished Miss Catherine. “Just as if I told her to myself.”
 
Barbara flushed hotly, her cheeks bright pink against the pure white lace of her maid’s outfit.
 
“Hmmm…” thought Alice, a naughty smile playing across her lips. “So Barbara,” she said. “I’d like you to…”
 
“Yes?” the maid said with a sigh.
 
Alice’s smiled wider, then giggled innocently, “…kiss me goodbye.” And she puckered her lips and tilted her head up to the maid.
 
Barbara’s face softened as she stepped toward the girl and bent down to kiss her. She put her lips near Alice’s, stopped, and then let her own lips melt around the child’s. She cupped Alice’s chin in one hand as, wetly, her tongue entered Alice’s mouth.
 
Alice’s eyes went wide. She gave a muffled start, then melted into the maid’s embrace when Barbara reached up under Alice’s skirt and pressed her fingertips against her crotch. Alice’s arms went stiff at her sides, her fingers splayed, hands shaking as she began to return Barbara’s warm, sexy kiss.
 
Finally, the kiss broke, and Alice was left wobbly and woozy. “Au revoir, ma petit cher,” Barbara said with a smile before finally taking her fingers from under Alice’s skirt.
 
“Whoo,” Alice exhaled, half expecting to see steam escaping her lips. “You know, I don’t have to go home right this very minute…”
 
“Yes,” said Miss Catherine. “You should. It’s getting late. But you can come back any time — and soon, I hope!”
 
“I will,” Alice said, catching her breath. “Wow. Silent partner. This is going to be so much fun!” She hugged Miss Catherine and Barbara once more, then bounded out the door, running down the walk toward the bus stop, her hair flying behind her.
 
“Fun,” Miss Catherine echoed quietly. “Yes, I think it will be.” She closed the door to the afternoon sun.
 
“Was that wise?” Barbara ventured.
 
“Probably not,” Miss Catherine said. “But fun, no?”
 
“Very fun,” Barbara said, unable to suppress her smile, gave a small shrug. “It’s just that she’s so, so young…”
 
“Yes,” Miss Catherine said. “But it’s not like we’re sending her home pregnant, is it?” She cupped her maid’s cheeks in her hands and gently kissed her mouth. “We’ll teach her everything about how women fuck. She’s much too exquisite to be shared with boys… or men, for that matter.” She sighed contentedly. “That girl is a born lesbian, and we’ll be the ones who enjoy her first. Next time, I’ll teach little Alice how to eat pussy.”
 
“Oh, my,” Barbara murmured, already dreaming of enjoying oral sex with the little girl.
 
Now, Barbara…” Miss Catherine smiled at her maid. “I’ve had an incredibly arousing afternoon, and could use a bit of relief.”
 
She took Barbara by the hand and led her to the stairs, up into her private quarters.
 
“Yes, mistress,” Barbara replied, obediently following Miss Catherine.
The End
 

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Unexpected Delights, Chapter 8

  • Posted on August 13, 2018 at 11:03 am

 

by No One

Editor’s Note: It is suggested that you at least skim through the previous chapter, as this one picks up right where that one left off. It will increase your appreciation of the contents, we solemnly swear.

Alex’s heart was hammering as she meekly followed Nettie into her bedroom, trying to work out her next move. When you’re doing something as crazy as making love to your own sister, how on earth to begin?

Nettie seemed intent on taking the lead, though, giving her an impatient nudge. Alex crawled onto the bed, then looked back to watch her sister hurriedly shedding her clothes. There was no sense of seduction to it, Nettie just seemed to want to get naked as fast as possible. Her tank top went flying, then she shoved her shorts and panties down with a single abrupt motion.

As Nettie stepped up to the bed, Alex ogled the nude teen, openly viewing her as a sexual partner for the first time. Her breasts were fairly small, but still a lot more shapely than Alex’s nearly-flat chest. She was skinny, but not in an unattractive way, made especially graceful by her long legs. The small patch of hair above her sex, just as blue as the hair on her head, was a cute touch — Alex hadn’t realized that Nettie also dyed her pubes until the previous time they’d shared this bed.

All in all, Nettie was amazingly sexy, and Alex would be plenty satisfied if she looked like her sister when she grew up.

Alex now watched in nervous anticipation as Nettie climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. She let herself be pushed down onto her back by the teenager, wondering what her sister had in mind. Then suddenly Nettie was back between her legs, that skilled tongue slipping into her once again.

Alex gasped, surprised. She’d assumed that it was her turn to do that now, but she wasn’t about to complain. Nettie only gave her a few licks, though, then began to kiss her way up Alex’s body.

Upon reaching Alex’s chest, Nettie began to kiss and lick her breasts, nibbling at the sensitive flesh. She even gently bit the nipples — which felt odd to Alex at first, but soon proved enjoyable, like little electric shocks of pleasure.

Nettie eventually continued on her way up and they ended up face to face. The teenager’s eyes were deep wells of ravenous desire — she seemed like a different person, almost. Alex had never had anyone look at her quite like that before. It made her a little nervous, but also very, very turned on, ready for whatever the other girl had in mind. When the distance between their lips vanished, she eagerly welcomed her sister’s tongue into her mouth.

They kissed with passion for a long moment, sometimes interrupted by little sounds of pleasure from Alex as Nettie’s thigh pressed against her vulva. Their tongues danced and tangled, Alex quickly gaining confidence and learning from her experienced partner. Soon, making out with her big sister felt like the most natural — and exciting! — thing in the world.

When they grew short of breath, Nettie broke their kiss and sat up. Her lusty gaze swept over Alex, who returned the appreciative look, waiting expectantly for what happened next.

When Nettie took hold of her leg and lifted it up, Alex raised a puzzled eyebrow at her own foot, now propped on her sister’s shoulder, wondering, What’s she up to now?

Things became a whole lot clearer when Nettie lowered her sex until it was resting against hers, then thrust her hips forward.

“Oooh!” Alex cried, quickly catching on to the idea as their pussies pressed tightly together. Nettie obviously knew what she was doing, quickly getting a delicious rhythm going that soon had them both groaning.

Alex had never imagined that girls could have sex this way, but it did make perfect sense, now that she was experiencing it for herself. Their splayed pussies, now quite slippery, rubbed together in a most intimate manner, every little spot being stimulated — especially their pleasure buds, which felt positively divine. She wondered if that’s what it was like to do it with a boy, but doubted it.

Even though she’d just recently climaxed, Alex began to feel ecstasy slowly building back up within her. Of course, she knew from experience that back-to-back orgasms were definitely possible, from when Chloe had given her that very experience. Or had it really been just Chloe? Now more than ever, she wondered if this really was her first sexual contact with Nettie.

Judging by her sister’s ragged breath and urgent moans, Nettie was way ahead of her on the path to orgasm. The teenager was rolling her hips faster now, groaning with every thrust, clutching Alex’s leg tightly.

“Fuck!” Nettie suddenly hissed through gritted teeth. Her body tensed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and Alex knew she was coming. Hard, by the looks of it.

Nettie’s grinding movements slowed, but never ceased completely. She watched Alex through half-closed eyelids as she caught her breath then, once she’d recovered a little, ramped up her rhythm once again — which Alex definitely appreciated, as she was the one whose moans were growing urgent now.

Nettie extended a hand to play with Alex’s breasts — caressing and cupping them, even pinching her nipples. One might think that those sensations would pale by comparison to the heavenly feelings between Alex’s legs, but on the contrary, they complemented and enhanced her pleasure, and made the whole thing even better.

Alex was slowly but surely getting closer and closer to the edge, the blissful conclusion now imminent. She stared fixedly at her sister who was giving her so much pleasure, the oddness of the situation all but forgotten. Nettie’s skin was shiny with sweat and her hair plastered to her forehead, somehow making her even more beautiful.

Their eyes met just as the climax hit, and Nettie held her gaze as Alex shouted out her pleasure and thrashed about, an ecstatic torrent flooding her brain. Then the teenager also cried out, Alex’s rapture having apparently triggered a very quick second orgasm for her as well.

Their movements gradually slowed as their mutual pleasure gently abated, leaving them panting and shaking. Nettie rolled off to one side and collapsed next to Alex. They lay side by side for a long while, staring at the ceiling and breathing hard.

*****

Shit. I actually fucked my little sister, Nettie thought, once her sated libido let her think more clearly.

She ought to feel guilty for what had just happened, but instead the thought of it still sent a little shiver of excitement through her. It was what she had desired all along if she was honest with herself. And sometimes, when Nettie was turned on, another side of her just… took over.

Besides, Alex had obviously enjoyed her own part in it.

Nettie turned towards her sister and was immediately enthralled yet again by her sexy young body. Alex’s skin was slick with sweat, her small chest heaved up and down with deep breaths, and the girl’s pussy lips and upper thighs glistened with their mingled juices.

Nettie felt renewed desire well up at the sight. God, again already? Reaching out, she ran her fingers softly across Alex’s ribs, then caressed her belly.

Alex turned as well to meet Nettie’s gaze, then let out a nervous little laugh. “Uh, wow…” was all she said.

“Yeah,” Nettie had to agree. She could hardly deny the sex had been really fucking hot. The first orgasm was unbelievably intense, while the second had hit fast enough to leave her breathless. And while she’d love to claim otherwise, she knew that the messed-up incest thing was a big part of why she’d been so damn turned on. Hopefully, Alex saw it the same way. “Um… you’re okay, right?”

Alex chuckled. “I guess so. Kinda worn out,” she said, raising herself up onto her elbows with some slight difficulty. “I didn’t think you were gonna… jump me like that,” she added, though she sounded more amused than accusatory.

“Oh, didn’t you?” Nettie had a hard time believing that, recalling how her sweet and innocent sister had turned into a slutty little temptress in the bathroom earlier. “With all that teasing before? You knew exactly what you were doing, girl.”

Alex flashed a little self-satisfied smirk. “Well… maaaybe.” She sat up, her blonde hair stuck to her sweat-glazed back, peering over her shoulder at Nettie. “Still, um… this is pretty weird, right?”

Nettie shrugged. It was extremely weird, but she didn’t want to make Alex feel bad about anything. Who knows, maybe she’ll want to do it again. She felt her pussy throb at the thought. “Maybe. Weird but hot,” she said.

Alex giggled, then she studied Nettie for a moment, her expression growing more serious, until Nettie was getting afraid that something really was wrong. Just before Nettie could ask what the matter was, her sister spoke up, “Was this, um… Was it really the first time that you… touched me that way?”

“What?” Nettie was confused for a second, then she sat bolt upright when it dawned on her that Alex was aware of what had happened during their threesome with Chloe. “Oh. Shit! You knew?”

“I do now,” Alex said, looking pleased with herself.

Nettie winced, realizing that she’d just been tricked by her baby sister. Damn it, I should’ve just played dumb.

She took a deep breath. “Look, it was fucking Chloe. She grabbed my hand and put it on your pussy, and, uh… I didn’t want you to know so I kinda went along with it and… Ugh, I swear this made sense at the time,” Nettie tried to explain, then realized that they had just gone a lot further anyhow. “Well… I guess it doesn’t matter at this point, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s okay… Um, it was nice that time, too,” Alex said with a shy smile that somehow got Nettie’s blood pumping.

Damn. I guess I do like shy little girls. Shy but naughty.

Then Alex’s smile turned mischievous, and she added, “I bet you just really wanted to touch your little sister. Perv.”

Nettie immediately felt her pussy getting wet at her sister’s words. Bullseye, she thought as her cheeks grew a little warm. That wasn’t the only part of her heating up, though…

“That’s what you think, huh?” She crawled towards Alex and sat behind her, legs on either side. “Well, in my defense… “ She kissed the nape of Alex’s neck, then her shoulder. “My little sister is really sexy.”

Alex turned her head to look into Nettie’s eyes, her insolence turned bashful. “You really think so?”

“I only bang sexy girls, so you must be,” Nettie said, the line coming easily, as if she was flirting with a girl her own age. Smooth-talking your sister. Nice.

It worked, though. Alex dissolved into giggles, turning crimson as she leaned back and snuggled against Nettie.

She really is fucking cute, though, Nettie thought, wrapping both arms around her sister. She inhaled deeply of the girl’s scent — sweat and shampoo, and a sexy hint of the pleasures they’d shared earlier. Pleasures that Nettie really wouldn’t mind enjoying again.

She wanted to take her time, though. Even if she was feeling the need grow inside her — with her nipples stiffening against Alex’s back — there was something to be said for letting the anticipation slowly build, until the mood was right. She hoped Alex would agree.

Nettie began softly caressing her sister’s body. Her arms, her sides, her belly, her thighs, sometimes nuzzling her hair — all mostly innocent for now, but it was nice, Alex’s skin soft and warm.

The girl seemed to be enjoying it as well, her head resting against Nettie, occasionally making little satisfied noises. After a while, she spoke up. “I didn’t know we could, um… do it that way, like earlier. Y’know?” She mimicked their interlocked legs with her fingers.

“Yeah, that’s called tribbing. Pretty fun, sometimes. You liked it, right?”

Alex nodded, giggling.

“There are lots of ways for girls to have fun together…” Nettie added, hoping Alex would like to try some of them. Preferably in the next few minutes.

Her sister looked rather intrigued as she turned to look at Nettie. “Does that mean we’re  gonna be… you know, doing this kind of stuff again?”

Nettie shrugged, feigning indifference — which did take some effort, as the thought of having sex with Alex on a regular basis definitely got her blood pumping. “Dunno. I wouldn’t want you to think I was an even bigger perv…”

Alex laughed. “Weeeell… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad…”

“Oh yeah?” Nettie let her hand wander up to her sister’s chest, cupping one of those sexy little tits and giving the nipple a squeeze.

Alex let out a cute gasp at the contact. “N-now?”

“I don’t know about you…” Nettie said, kissing Alex’s neck, then moving up to her ear, “but I’m still horny.”

Alex replied with an encouraging smile, then leaned back against Nettie, clearly giving her free rein to proceed as she pleased.

Smiling, Nettie resumed her caresses, though with a far naughtier purpose in  mind. Concentrating on her sister’s nascent breasts, she fondled them to her heart’s content — cupping and squeezing, toying with the nipples and gently pinching them, coaxing those little nubs to stiffness.

She’d always enjoyed girls with petite figures, but this was taking things to another level. These just-budding breasts were captivating in a way that was hard to describe, and Nettie could no longer deny that she was even more turned on because they belonged to her sister.

Once she had Alex moaning softly at her every touch, Nettie let one of her hands slowly — very slowly — trail down her sister’s body, letting the girl anticipate its destination. When she reached Alex’s sex, though, she only brushed it lightly with a fingertip before continuing to her inner thigh, then back up for another quick stroke and on to the other leg. Once more for good measure, and by then Alex was squirming.

“S-stop teasing!” she protested, trying to push her hips towards Nettie’s hand.

“Oh? Am I?” Nettie asked, as if she had no idea what Alex was talking about. “Tell me what you want, then.” Another brief touch of her sister’s pussy made the girl gasp, then groan in frustration.

“No, don’t do that! Just… keep going. Please,” Alex begged, her need growing more urgent.

Nettie pondered whether she was ready to stop teasing her sister. It was so much fun, after all. Alex had said the “magic word” but… No, that’s not going to cut it, Nettie decided, as she settled on what she really wanted to hear. “No. Say ‘fuck me.’ ”

Alex turned wide eyes on Nettie. “W-what? Why?”

“ ‘Cause. I want to hear you say it.”

Alex gave her a dubious look, but quickly reconsidered once Nettie began to take her hand away. “No, wait… um, f-fuck me!” she blurted, before quickly looking away, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

“Mmm,” Nettie purred. Simply hearing her innocent — mostly innocent, anyway — little sister saying that word made her so hot that she was sure she was leaving a wet spot on the bed covers. It was amusing that a girl who had just enjoyed tribbing with her own sister was now so embarrassed over mere words, but her awkwardness made it that much more exciting somehow.

Her sister’s treat now fully earned, Nettie wasted no time bringing her hand back to Alex’s pussy — and not for a light touch, not this time. She pressed firmly against her sister’s sex, slipping a finger between the juicy labia.

Alex’s response was immediate. “Ah! Yes!” she exclaimed, intense relief evident in her voice.

Nettie leaned in close to kiss and lick her sister’s neck, all the while using a fast up-and-down rhythm on Alex’s slit. The girl was already soaking wet; all that teasing had clearly done its job. Nettie tried to remember if she’d get this wet at Alex’s age. She rather doubted it, but then again, her own experiences at the time had been strictly solitary.

She trailed kisses up to Alex’s ear, where she tickled the girl’s earlobe with her tongue for a moment. Then, as she pressed down on Alex’s clit, Nettie whispered, “say it again.”

“Ah! F… fuck… fuck me,” Alex stammered, complying with some difficulty.

A delicious shiver traversed Nettie’s body, nearly as good as if she was the one being touched. I just might be developing a fetish for little girls talking dirty, she thought. She scooched up close, pressing her cunt against Alex’s tight little ass, every squirm and twitch of the girl’s body giving her a jolt of pleasure. It wouldn’t get her off, but the sheer lewdness of the act made it very enjoyable.

Speaking of fucking, I wonder… Nettie bent one finger and very carefully probed the entrance to Alex’s vagina, slipping the tip inside. It didn’t go in very far at all before she encountered resistance. Evidently, her little sister hadn’t been as adventurous as Chloe in her self-discovery — her hymen was still very tight. Still, Nettie felt that, as wet as Alex was, she could probably penetrate her without any trouble. Much as the idea turned her on, though, she didn’t want to push the still rather inexperienced young girl further than she was ready to go.

In fact, Alex now tensed up at the intrusion. “W-wait!” she said, a note of panic in her voice.

“Shhh, don’t worry. Just checking,” Nettie said. Withdrawing her finger, she applied it to Alex’s clit instead and soon had her sister melting in her arms. Maybe some other time, she thought.

Alex was breathing hard now, letting out urgent little moans in a manner that somehow managed to be both sexy and adorable. Her hands gripped Nettie’s thighs tightly as she advanced towards her third climax.

Nettie made quick little circular motions on her sister’s clit, eager to bring her to ecstasy. With her other hand, she caressed Alex’s breasts, teasing the nipples in a way that she knew would only heighten the girl’s pleasure.

“Mmmm, yeah…” Alex moaned thickly. Then, as if taken by surprise, “Oh! Oh God!” Her whole body tensed and her legs closed tightly around the hand pleasuring her. For a long moment she lay in Nettie’s arms, silent and shaking, lost in an orgasm so powerful that it seemed to have stolen her voice away.

Finally, Alex inhaled sharply, then slowly let out a long, trembling breath. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at Nettie in disbelief. “Oh, wow… that one was even stronger.”

“You’re welcome,” Nettie said.

Giggling, Alex gently pulled away from their embrace, then let herself flop down on the bed. “You’re… pretty good at that,” she said, lazily stretching her limbs.

“I know,” Nettie replied as she lay down next to her sister. “Not that marketable, unfortunately.”

Alex chuckled, then closed her eyes. Nettie let her recover, quietly admiring the young girl’s body as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

After a while, Alex turned to her side to face Nettie, offering a shy smile as her eyes did some admiring of their own. Nettie watched her sister with interest, wondering if she was about to try something.

With some hesitation, Alex reached out. She lightly traced Nettie’s ribs, then slowly slid her hand up until she was cupping a breast. Despite her obvious shyness, she gave it a squeeze and ran her thumb over the nipple.

Nettie shivered all over — and not only because of how good it felt. This was the first time her sister had taken the lead, and that immediately sent her lust into overdrive. Alex’s timid, tentative exploration somehow made it even more arousing. Nettie leaned forward to kiss her sister,, then  stopped herself, deciding to let Alex make the first move there as well.

As their eyes met, Alex understood the intent. She inched closer until their faces were just a breath apart, then after a cute, nervous giggle, pressed her lips to Nettie’s for a soft kiss that quickly grew passionate.

After a moment, Nettie felt her sister’s tongue hesitantly emerge, and quickly parted her lips to welcome it in. She gently sucked on Alex’s tongue while reaching out with one hand to grasp the girl’s pert little ass, drawing their bodies together.

Perhaps distracted by their increasingly fervent kisses, Alex seemed to have forgotten that her hand was still cupping a breast, but once in a while she managed a squeeze that sent a blissful shock straight to Nettie’s sex.

Yearning for more, Nettie rolled onto her back, pulling Alex halfway on top. Just as she’d hoped, her sister’s thigh pressed right between her legs, drawing a moan from her lips that broke their kiss.

Alex raised a puzzled eyebrow, then glanced down the length of their bodies. “Oh,” she said, spotting the source of Nettie’s pleasure. A smile spread on her lips, this time more mischievous than shy, and she worked her thigh harder against Nettie’s pussy.

“Mmmm, yes,” Nettie moaned again. Their lips came together once more, though this time it was Nettie who had some difficulty concentrating on the kiss. Alex kept up a grinding motion with her thigh — applying pressure, then pulling away — and she soon had Nettie panting. The girl was a quick learner.

Shifting her attention, Alex looked down at Nettie’s chest for a moment, her lips pursed as if she was trying to decide something. Then she slowly lowered her mouth to one nipple, took it between her lips and very gently sucked on it, glancing up to gauge Nettie’s reaction.

“Mm, yeah, that’s nice,” Nettie said, enjoying her sister’s tentative experimentation. She lifted a hand to the back of Alex’s head, applying just a hint of pressure to encourage her. “Don’t be shy… that feels great. You can even bite, if you feel like it.”

Alex arched an eyebrow at Nettie, her expression turning playful once again. She bared her teeth comically, then took the nipple between them, lightly biting down. Nettie’s sharp intake of breath seemed to please her, and she repeated the maneuver on the other breast, then proceeded to flick the nipple with her tongue. Her confidence clearly growing as she went, Alex was soon all over Nettie’s tits, her mouth and tongue working wonders.

Nettie purred with pleasure, loving her sister’s developing expertise. She let her hand trail down Alex’s back to fondle her ass, all the while enjoying the delicious sensations the girl was giving her.

After a while, Alex paused and sat up, glancing down the length of Nettie’s body. “Um…” she began, then hesitated.

“Yeah?” Nettie studied her sister with a rising anticipation, hoping that she and Alex were thinking the same thing.

“Can you teach me to, uh… y’know, do it to you with my tongue? Um, down there, I mean?” Alex finally asked, her cheeks coloring again. “When Chloe gets back, I want to… well, know what to do…”

“Wanna learn how to please your girlfriend, huh?” Nettie teased.

Alex gave her a look. “She’s not my girlfriend… I don’t think. And anyway, I feel like maybe you’ll enjoy teaching me,” she added, trailing a finger up Nettie’s inner thigh.

Though she’d been thinking she couldn’t get any more turned on, her sister’s touch nearly drove Nettie mad with anticipation. “Oh, you’re damn right,” she said as she sat up to give Alex a kiss. “Happy to be your guinea pig.” She lay back, supported by her elbows, and spread her legs wide open, enjoying her sister’s wide-eyed stare. “It’s really not that complicated, honestly. You’ve got the same parts, right? And you already had it done to you, so you know what feels good. Just follow your instincts and explore. And pay attention to your partner, both what she actually says and how her body reacts to what you’re doing.”

Alex nodded gravely — her demeanor perhaps a little too serious for this kind of lesson — then knelt between Nettie’s legs and slowly drew closer. She paused for a long moment, taking in the view of Nettie’s sex. It was the first time she’d seen one this closely, after all.

Nettie couldn’t help but squirm a little. Feeling the caress of her sister’s breath was driving her crazy. She had a strong urge to thrust her sex into Alex’s face, but resisted the temptation. This was not a time to be overly aggressive. Instead, she just nodded encouragingly when Alex glanced up at her.

Her body tensed as she saw Alex finally closing in to make her move, then a great shiver ran through her when she felt her sister deposit a soft kiss on her nether lips. Alex gave her a shy smile, then poked her tongue out for a tentative lick, followed by a longer one tracing Nettie’s slit.

Nettie grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet, then a low moan forced itself past her lips when she felt Alex’s tongue slip deeper between her labia. “God, yes, like that.” Her sister was quickly getting the hang of pleasuring a girl, her tongue now roaming freely and exploring Nettie’s folds, at times teasing the opening to her vagina or flicking over her clit.

“Mmmm, yeah. That feels so good, Alex,” she breathed. The name came to her lips without thinking, but somehow it made the situation more real in her mind. My baby sister is eating my pussy. Her whole body trembled in excitement at the thought. And I fucking love it.

As Nettie’s breathing grew ragged and her moans more urgent, Alex’s tongue became more vigorous, her pace more frantic, pushing Nettie into ever deeper realms of pleasure. The girl’s uncertainty had evaporated like morning mist.

Nettie’s body started violently the next time Alex brushed her clitoris. “Fuck! Yes! Lick my clit, sis,” she cried.

Sis. She hadn’t called Alex that since… probably since she was her sister’s age, actually. In the throes of passion, it only served to send her closer to the edge, now fast approaching.

An obedient Alex concentrated all her efforts on this most sensitive spot, and Nettie felt the coils of pleasure tighten inside, her release now unavoidable. “Look at me,” she ordered urgently, then held Alex’s gaze as her orgasm hit — hard. A choked cry exploded from her throat as the world seemed to fade away, leaving only ecstasy — and her little sister’s eyes.

Once she couldn’t take any more, Nettie let herself fall back on the bed, breaking away from Alex’s heavenly tongue. It took a while before she could catch her breath, and her chest rose and fell as Alex crawled up to lie next to her.

“Shit. That was intense,” Nettie said, once she could speak again.

“I did pretty good, then?” Alex looked very proud of herself.

“I’d say so. Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” Her sister had done an amazing job for a beginner. Granted, Nettie had been very turned on by the sheer lewdness of the situation, but Alex seemed to be a very quick study as well, swiftly adapting to what Nettie liked best.

Alex giggled. “I think I’d remember it. I guess I had a good teacher. Teachers, I mean.”

“Yeah, well, you might just be a natural, too. Maybe it runs in the family,” Nettie said, then leaned over to give Alex a kiss. She wondered if the novelty of the forbidden would wear off some time, but for now, an excited shiver still ran through her as she tasted herself on her own sister’s tongue.

“Anyway,” Nettie continued when they broke apart, “you don’t have to worry at all about disappointing Chloe.” Vivid images of Alex between Chloe’s legs danced in her mind. She certainly wouldn’t mind seeing that happen, and she knew for a fact that Chloe would only be too happy to let her watch — and more. “Actually, there are a lot of things about this”—she indicated their entangled nude bodies—”that Chloe will love.”

“Now I guess we don’t have to decide who gets to be alone with her first, huh?” Alex said, her smile still a little coy, but with excitement shining in her eyes.

Nettie chuckled. “Yeah, I guess not. In fact, I think we’re gonna give little Chloe a birthday she’ll never forget.” Though she was completely spent — or so she’d thought — her pussy still throbbed at the thought of getting Chloe and Alex in a real threesome this time. On the other hand, she couldn’t just let Chloe have her way that easily. “You know what? I think we can give her some payback at the same time.”

“Yeah? How?”

“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy it.” Nettie flashed an enigmatic smile. “But first, we should probably get dressed before Mom—”

She was interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. “Shit!” Nettie hissed, snatching her panties off the floor and wriggling into them as quickly as she could.

“My clothes are still in the bathroom!” Alex said, panicked.

“Shit,” Nettie repeated. Their mom would probably be coming to retrieve her clothes from the dryer, and there was no way that a naked Alex running out of Nettie’s room wouldn’t look just a bit suspicious. She might not even bother checking in on Nettie but… then again, she might.

Nettie looked around, grabbed a discarded t-shirt and threw it to Alex. “Here, put this on.” The shirt was just long enough to conceal her sister’s nudity. The younger girl quickly struggled into it.

Just as they finished making themselves somewhat presentable, there was a knock at the door. Nettie snatched a bottle of Febreze from her dresser and sprayed it around for good measure. The room smelling like sex might be even more difficult to explain than the odor she usually tried to hide with the air freshener.

“Hey, thanks for taking care of the clothes…” her mom began when Nettie finally opened the door. “Oh,” she added when she noticed Alex, raising an eyebrow. “Everything all right here?”

“Sure. Just… trying on some clothes,” Nettie explained, cringing inwardly at how unlikely that sounded. “You know, girl stuff.”

“Really.” Her eyes shifted from Nettie to Alex and back again a few times. She looked uncertain whether to be amused or alarmed. “Well. You have fun, then. I have to run.” She nearly turned away, then paused. “It’s… really nice to see you two not at each other’s throats, for once,” she said, smiling.

Nettie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, bye,” she said before shutting the door in her mom’s face. That would show her that everything was normal.

“Blah blah blah, not at each other’s throats for once,” Nettie mimicked. “We don’t fight that much,” she said as she turned back to her sister. “Well, not all the time,” she added when Alex looked skeptical.

“Just most of the time.” Alex chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice that tugged at Nettie’s heart.

It was true that they’d been a lot closer when they were younger. But as Nettie got older and became interested in “grown-up” things, her kid sister just turned into an annoyance. Still, maybe she’d overdone it, she thought, suddenly nostalgic for a simpler time.

“Look, I know I always treat you like a little brat,” Nettie began, sitting next to Alex on the bed. “And hell, sometimes you totally are a brat. But… okay, overall, you’re not that bad.” With that, she reached out and mussed her sister’s hair.

“Gee, thanks,” Alex said, making a face as she pushed Nettie’s hand away.

“Oh, fine,” Nettie said with an exaggerated sigh. “I love my little sister, alright?”

A slow smile spread on Alex’s lips until she was positively beaming, then she caught Nettie in a great big hug.

Surprised at first, Nettie soon found herself getting a little choked up. She held her sister tightly and kissed her hair. She couldn’t let things get too mushy, though. “Don’t tell anyone I said that, though. I’ll totally deny it,” she whispered.

She felt Alex’s body shaking with laughter, then noticed her sister’s shirt had ridden up, showing off her perfect ass and bringing to mind other ideas. Yeah, definitely gonna be closer from now on. Way closer.

“So, anyway. I was about to tell you what we’re gonna do with Chloe…” Nettie grinned wickedly as she began explaining her plan.

Off to Chapter 9!

 

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