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Ripples, Chapter 6

  • Posted on December 30, 2018 at 7:27 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Rising to her feet, Jessica helped Sally up from the sofa, tugging her arm as she led the giggling teen from the living room to the stairs. They almost ran up and into the master bedroom and, once inside, Jess turned quickly, pulling Sally to her for another hungry kiss.

After a moment, she broke away, her hands on the teenager’s shoulders. “Sally… are you sure that you want this?”

“More than anything,” Sally responded, a little out of breath but with a bashful smile.

“Undress me,” Jess said, more begging than commanding.

She felt intense excitement, flavoured with a hint of fear as, with clumsy but very eager fingers, Sally unbuttoned her employer’s blouse and pushed it over her shoulders. Jess shook the garment off and cast it aside as Sally looked for the skirt zip before grasping the metal tab and sliding it down, then pulling at the snug material to allow it to drop to the floor.

Thankful that she’d selected some of her more provocative underthings that morning, Jess stood in a skimpy bra and matching panties before the awestruck teen.

“Oh Jessica, you’re so beautiful.” The young girl slowly reached out to stroke the top of a breast, and Jess reached behind her back to undo the clasp, letting the bra drop forward off her arms. Sally’s eyes widened before she drew closer — bending down to lightly flick a nipple with the tip of her tongue, then swirling it gently round the aureole before taking the tip of the breast into her mouth.

A moan escaped Jessica’s lips as she let her head loll back. The warmth of Sally’s mouth felt lovely, as did the rapid circles her tongue made around the throbbing nipple. As if with a nursing child, Jess cradled the teen’s face to her chest.

After awhile, Sally switched to the other breast and lavished it with equal attention, at least until Jess said, “Oh, my darling, that feels divine… but I need to kiss you again.”

Releasing her lover’s nipple, Sally straightened herself, and her mouth met Jessica’s in a heated kiss — this time more blatantly sexual than before, their tongues engaged in a tarantella of lust. The girl finally pulled away to gaze lovingly into Jessica’s eyes, then took a step back, crossing her arms to slide the thin straps of her dress down over her shoulders, until gravity took over and the gossamer fabric slid down with a whisper to pool at her feet.

Jess gasped as she stood before this blonde goddess, smitten by the sight of her bare breasts. “Oh my God! You’re — you’re absolutely gorgeous.” She could no longer contain her hunger for Sally, no longer caring that the girl was less than half her age. Christ, it only makes me want her even more.

Just as Sally had, Jessica reached out to cup those pliant globes in her hands, then bent down to lick and suck at the nipples. She couldn’t keep that up for very long, though, as the sight of the girl’s gauzy knickers — the only thing Sally still had on, other than a cute pair of lime-green socks — reminded Jess of the one part of her new lover that she had yet to see.

Going down on her knees before the girl, Jess hooked her fingers in the elastic of Sally’s panties, pulling them down to join her dress, both items now ringing the girl’s ankles. Sally deftly stepped out of them, then stood motionless before Jessica, presenting her nude body to the older woman.

Jess remained on her knees, drinking in the vision of the teen’s bare beauty. Her eyes drifted to Sally’s vulva, which was baby-smooth — innocent of a single pubic curl.

“I… I shaved it for you,” the girl said.

“Lovely,” breathed Jessica, “so lovely…”

Placing both hands on Sally’s hips, she nuzzled the girl’s belly, losing herself in its unimaginable softness before she began to plant kisses on the lightly tanned skin. Her arms twined around the teen’s back to cup her taut bum, drawing Sally even closer as Jess slowly worked her kisses lower, making a path to the prize she longed for most of all: her lover’s tantalising slit.

Its heady, yet somehow delicate scent was overwhelming, and she inhaled deeply before her tongue emerged to trace along the moist cleft, parting Sally’s labia to expose her protruding clitoris, which Jessica teased with a small lick. Sally inhaled sharply, then moaned, “Oh… oh, my God.”

Jess brought her hands round to pry Sally’s pussy open with her thumbs, revealing more of the pink interior of her cunt. She licked again at the nubbin of flesh as the girl’s trembling hands clutched her head, pulling her in.

Sally was now moving her hips forward and bending her knees, trying to get as much of Jessica’s tongue inside her as possible. Jess stiffened two fingers and eased them into the dripping tunnel, pistoning them in and out, causing the mewling teen’s warm, thick fluids to coat her fingers and hand. She was fucking the sixteen-year-old hard and fast, sucking on her fleshy clit all the while.

Suddenly the girl gave a choked cry that made Jess pause momentarily, worried about her — but Sally just tugged her back in, gasping, “Please don’t stop, please. Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck… Jessica, I–“ just before emitting a loud cry of rapture as she came in her older lover’s face.

Hope I’ve got the windows closed all the way, Jess thought. No telling what the neighbours will make of a row like that!

As the youngster’s ecstasy subsided, Jess studied her wet fingers, bringing them to her nose to sample the heady scent before slipping them into her mouth to suck. Glancing up at the flushed teen, she saw that Sally was smiling, extending her arms.

“I want a taste, too,” she said. “Kiss me, Jessica.”

Rising to her feet, Jess kissed the girl deeply, sharing the flavour of Sally’s pussy between them. They held each other tightly for a moment, then Sally looked into the woman’s eyes. “My God, that was amazing. I never knew sex could be like that. I can’t believe you’ve never done that before!”

“It was just instinct, really… I did what I like having done to me,” Jess said, knowing that she didn’t dare tell Sally about the only full-on lesbian sex she’d had — with her daughter Alice.

“Yeah, well, now it’s my turn,” Sally said. “I’ve been dreaming about making love to you all week.” Drawing close, she kissed the redhead once again before kneeling before her. She tugged Jessica’s lavender coloured panties down her thighs, then leaned in to place tender kisses on the woman’s vulva, burying her nose in the dark auburn pubes.

Jessica twined her fingers through Sally’s blonde tresses as the teen began to lick her. “Oh, my stars, Sally, that feels lovely.”

The girl looked up at her, a wolfish grin on her lips. “Get up on the bed, Jessica… I want to really go down on you.”

Without a word, Jess stepped out of her knickers and moved round the kneeling teenager to lie on her bed in a sitting position, back against the headboard, legs spread wide apart in open invitation.

Climbing onto the bed at its foot, Sally crawled toward Jess on her belly, homing in on the object of her desire. As she reached Jessica’s cunt, she dove in tongue first, licking up the sweet nectar that was already oozing from her lover’s pussy, flowing down the crack of her arse and seeping into the sheets. Spying the woman’s clitoris, Sally interrupted her licking to take the pink bud between her lips and suck it like a tiny nipple.

“Th-that’s it, Sally!” Jessica gasped. “Now p-put your fingers inside me, fuck me!”

The sixteen-year-old obliged, plunging two fingers into the juicy opening. Jess cried out, lost in a firestorm of ecstasy and lust, but she was still lucid enough to moan, “More… please, more.”

Sally added a third finger, soon deciding that her lover was wet enough to take a fourth. She plunged those fingers in and out, her arm pumping like a crankshaft, wondering if it was possible to get her thumb inside, too. Then she could fist Jessica’s cunt, just like Sally had seen done in the lesbian porn clips she often watched on her computer.

She didn’t get the chance to, though. Jess was thrashing about wildly, caught up in an explosive climax, clawing blindly at the bedsheets with both hands as Sally fucked her into a lather.

As Jessica’s orgasmic rapture began to wane, it somehow began to build once more, and then she was coming again. Sally’s lips were glued to her clit, and the girl’s fingers sawed in and out in a hard, steady rhythm, each stroke a burst of coloured lights and clanging bells that filled the woman’s head to bursting.

Finally she managed to stammer, “N-no more, Sally, that’s g-good for now…” then went completely limp when the teen withdrew her hand.

Sally sucked at her pussy-glazed fingers, looking on with satisfaction at her flushed, panting lover.

Jess took a few deep breaths, then extended her arms, reaching for the young girl. “C’mere, you.”

With a bashful grin, Sally laid down on top of the woman and they embraced, their sweat-soaked bodies sliding together deliciously. They kissed for a long, lovely while, until the younger girl recalled something she wanted to try from the porn clips she’d studied. Raising herself up, Sally turned herself 180 degrees so that she was facing Jessica’s feet, presenting her cunt to the woman beneath her. She bent her head to lick at her lover’s beautiful pussy, still dripping with sweet sticky nectar.

As for Jess, she was mesmerised by Sally’s lovely smooth peach, now inches from her face. She pulled the girl down, lifting her head to probe the juicy slit with her tongue.

They took their time with the lovemaking, both applying long, slow strokes of the tongue, pushing them in as deeply as they were able, but deliberately avoiding their clits before each finally sensed that the other’s climax was drawing near.

Acting on an unheard but clearly sensed signal, the two women increased the speed of their flicking tongues, now seeking out the nubs of sensitive flesh. Jess took Sally’s clit between her lips and alternated between sucking and teasing it with her tongue. As she increased the tempo of her licks, she felt Sally doing the same.

Within seconds, the two lovers were both jerking their hips, shivering from head to toe as they came, moaning their ecstasy into each other’s cunts.

They lay spent for a few moments, then the younger woman turned to lie by Jessica’s side. They both turned to face the other, Sally speaking first. “Was that okay? Did I do it right?”

Jessica moved closer to place a soft kiss on the girl’s lips, then gave her a warm smile. “Well, as I said, I’m no expert, but I don’t see how you could have bettered that performance, love. It was perfect.”

“It was perfect for me, too,” Sally said, blushing slightly. “I’m glad my first time was with you.”

Jess looked into Sally’s eyes. “Have you really never done anything like this before?”

“No,” replied the blonde, brushing the sweat-dampened hair from her face, “Not even with a boy. Oh, I let one touch my boobs once, but he was so rough. Then I saw a film called Bound, with these two hot lesbian lovers in it, and that made me decide I wanted to try it with a girl. But so far I’ve been too scared to approach another girl in case she isn’t gay, and I can’t really tell who is.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I don’t know how I got the nerve to kiss you when I did… guess I just wanted to so much that I couldn’t stop myself. Sure glad I did it, though.” She paused, gave Jess a longing look. “Um, can we maybe do this again sometime?”

Jess studied the sixteen-year-old. “Well, I’d certainly like to. I mean, we can’t jump into bed every afternoon, but… if an opportunity comes up for us to — to be together… well, I’d be into it. Unless you, y’know, get a real girlfriend or something.” Jess realised she was rambling aimlessly, so she shut up.

The teen looked adoringly into her eyes and said “I’d like that very much.”

Jess smiled and in the corner of her eye saw her bedside clock. “Shit, it’s nearly 3 o’clock; the girls will be home from school soon!” She jumped from the bed. “Come on, sweetheart, you’d better get dressed.”

Sally quickly stepped into her dress, while Jess slipped into a robe, wistfully watching the girl’s naked body disappear. God, I already want her again. I’m turning into a lesbian nymphomaniac.

As Jess was gathering her own clothes from the floor, she picked up Sally’s damp panties. On a sudden urge, she brought them to her nose and inhaled deeply, savouring the now familiar scent of the blonde cutie she had just ravished. Watching her with a smile, Sally said, “You can keep those, if you like.”

Jess pushed them into the pocket of her robe and hugged Sally. “Thanks, love. For… for everything,” she said, as they made their way to the front door.

Sally turned. “Thank you, Jessica. You don’t know how much this meant to me.” She leaned in to plant a lover’s kiss on Jessica’s lips, then gave her a warm, affectionate hug — more like a daughter than a lover, actually.

She turned to open the door and left, giving a backward glance, smiling and blowing a kiss before turning to leave.

Jess shut the door, leaning against it. God… I hope I know what the hell I’m doing.

She went back upstairs to straighten the bed and put on some casual gear, pausing to brush her hair before the girls got home.

*****

Ever since that wonderful night with Mum, Alice could think of little else besides lesbian sex. Fantasies of women and girls cluttered her days, filled her nights. Watching TV, listening to music, riding to school — whatever she did, these desires intruded. Even reading the Harry Potter books led to a long reverie about what making love with Hermione Granger would be like.

More than anything, she wanted to have sex with Mum again. But she could tell that her mother felt guilty about what they’d already done, and would probably refuse to allow Alice to sleep with her a second time. If only I knew what she was thinking! she told herself again and again.

As it was, she couldn’t summon up the courage to make a move, to come on to Mum the way she did on that amazing night, now over a week ago.

But she very much wanted to have sex again, so Alice was thinking in terms of other potential lovers.

She’d explored kissing and some touching with her friend Bella — the daughter of Rachel, who Alice had seen making out with Mum a couple of weeks ago. But Bella was much too timid, always backing out when things were just beginning to get hot.

Then there was her other friend Azumi, the one who had two mums and had actually seen them doing it. Alice figured that she had to at least be interested in fooling around with another girl. But no; Azumi had gone boy crazy, and only wanted to talk about guys she liked.

Alice had found someone to set her sights on, though. The insight had come to her while she was checking out lesbian sex stories at the erotica site she liked, the one where she’d first encountered the idea of mothers and daughters becoming intimate — which had led to her seeing Mum as a potential lover.

But there was another kind of story she enjoyed, with a theme that this website explored in abundance: the ones that depicted love between sisters.

There was one tale, “Wanting Amber,” about a teenage girl who found herself with a helpless crush on her ten-year-old sister. It was accompanied by a photo of two cute young girls in their underwear, clearly about to kiss. The story and the picture aroused Alice so strongly that she had to finger her pussy right there and then — and she brought herself to an incredible orgasm, thinking all the while about her little sister Katie.

It made perfect sense. There was an obvious advantage to having a lover whose bedroom was right next door to hers… and Alice’s nine-year-old sister was a beloved friend as well as a sibling. Best of all, Katie was too cute and adorable for words, and looked positively scrumptious in her knee-length nightshirt.

That was the rub, though — it had been over a year since Alice had seen Katie in anything skimpier than that nightshirt. For some reason, her sister had become ridiculously bashful about her body, always dressing and undressing behind closed doors, never going about in her undies. In fact, the last time the family had gone to the seaside, Katie had even refused to go swimming — never mind that Mum had bought a lovely one-piece bathing costume for her to wear.

That’s the first step, Alice told herself. I need to get her feeling okay with being naked around me. And she quickly came up with a scheme to do just that.

When Saturday morning came around, she waited for Katie to take her shower. Their bedrooms were connected by a bath that they both used, while Mum shared hers with their baby sister Poppy.

Soon as Alice heard the water start, she quickly shucked the t-shirt and knickers she slept in and got into her baby-blue dressing gown with nothing on underneath. Grinning, she stationed herself by the door, listening to the steady hiss of the shower, picturing her naked sister washing her body — soapy hands gliding over her legs, her belly, the smooth cleft between her thighs; sweeping over her flat chest, nipples stiffening to Katie’s caress, begging to be licked…

These mental images had Alice aching to touch herself between the legs, but she shook her head. Focus, girl.

Alice waited for the water to stop — and when it did, she listened for the shower door to open and close, then rapped twice and immediately entered the bathroom.

Her timing couldn’t have been bettered. Katie had been towelling her bare body down, and when her big sister strolled in, bold as brass, the ten-year-old clutched the towel to herself, her face a picture of outrage.

Alice!” she squealed, “what’re you doing!? I don’t have any clothes on!”

The older girl gazed blandly at her little sister. “So?” she said.

If anything, Katie’s face only turned redder. “Whaddaya mean, ‘So’?” she cried. “I’m not dressed! Go away!”

“Katie,” Alice said, gently pushing the bathroom door shut, “why are you being like this?”

The ten-year-old was caught off guard by her big sister’s question — enough so that, for the moment, she forgot to be furious. “Um… being like what?” asked Katie, her brow furrowed.

“So… so shy. Why should you be mad, just cause I saw you naked? We’re sisters! And we’re both girls, so I’ve got the same bits that you do. I don’t get what the big deal is,” Alice said, ending with a shrug.

“Well, you’re not naked now, and I am! That’s not fair!” Katie retorted. Her bathrobe was hanging on the door, right behind her older sister. She took a step toward Alice, still holding the towel to her chest. “Out of my way, you, you pillock! I want my robe!”

“I have a better idea,” Alice said.

With that, she opened her dressing gown and cast it to the floor in one sweeping motion. She’d practiced the move in front of the mirror, and it came off without a hitch. She posed before her younger sibling, wearing nothing but a smile.

Katie gaped at the naked teen, completely flummoxed.

“See?” Alice spread her arms, presenting herself. “You can look at me all you want. I don’t mind… why should you?” She drew closer to her sister, reaching out for the towel. “C’mon now, sis. Let me see.”

Katie was standing stock-still — but when Alice’s hand touched the towel, she recoiled. “No!” she cried. “You’re cute and, and pretty with no clothes on! Me, I’m just a skinny, ugly old stick!” Her lower lip began to quiver. “I d-don’t want anyone to see me.”

So that’s what’s wrong, Alice thought. “Why would you say that, Katie? That’s crazy.”

“I heard Graham Price say it,” the ten-year-old replied. “He told a bunch of the other boys that I had legs like matches, and I’m ugly as a d-dog’s arse.” She was trembling, on the verge of tears.

Alice shook her head. “Oh, Katie… that’s just silly. Dumb boys say dumb stuff like that all the time to show off to their dumb friends.” She paused, thought for a moment. “Wait a minute… isn’t Graham Price the one who farts in class all the time? Why on earth should you give a toss what that stupid git thinks?”

“B-but what if he’s right? What if I am ugly?” the child whimpered.

Good grief, Alice thought, trying not to roll her eyes. “Listen to me, Katie. Your bedroom is a toxic waste dump, and those rainbow-coloured trainers you wear are hideous… but you, dear sister, are anything but ugly. In fact, I think you’re cute as a button.” She extended a hand. “Now give me that towel. You aren’t leaving this bathroom until I get a good look at you naked.”

Katie was silent, her mouth set in a pout. Finally, she sighed, “Okay, fine,” and handed the towel to her big sister.

Alice didn’t speak at first, just looked her nude sibling up and down, drinking in the glorious sight of her. Katie’s long strawberry blonde hair was damp and dishevelled, half resting on her shoulders, the rest behind her thin neck. Rosy nipples stood pert and proud on her boyish chest. The girl’s tummy was perfectly flat, framing a cute belly button in its centre, and her slit was a sweet pink cleft that made Alice’s mouth water, nestled between gazelle-like legs. Katie’s slender arms dangled at her sides as she waited for her older sibling to say something, anything.

“Oh, Katie,” Alice finally whispered, “don’t ever think that you aren’t beautiful. You are.”

“I’m… I’m not too skinny, then?” the younger girl mumbled, her expression still mournful.

“Well, yeah, you’re thin…” Alice said, “That’s ‘cause you’re still a kid, silly. Doesn’t mean you can’t be sexy.” She paused to appraise her naked sister once more, very much liking what she saw. “Believe me, there are plenty of boys who’d be way turned on if they could see you now… girls, too!”

That got Katie’s attention. “Girls would like me? You mean, um… if they’re gay, right?”

“Sure,” Alice said, trying not to let her glee show. This little chat was going exactly the way she wanted. “I think lots of girls are into other girls. And if they saw you like this, with all your clothes off… well, I bet those girls would want to kiss you. And touch you.” She moved closer. “Like how that sounds?”

Katie studied her sister curiously. “Um, I don’t know? I never thought about it.”

She’s sure thinking about it now, Alice told herself. “Wanna know a secret?” she whispered.

“Sure, okay.”

I like to kiss girls. And touch them.”

Katie could only stare. “What — you mean…”

Alice nodded. “That’s right. I’m a lesbian.” She folded her arms, waiting to see how her little sister would respond to this unexpected revelation.

In fact, Katie was at a loss for words. She considered the idea for a moment, then said, “When did you know?”

“The first kiss. You know, with tongues.”

“Did you, um… do more than just kiss?”

Alice couldn’t stop grinning. “Oh, absolutely. Lots more.” In fact, she’d only done “lots more” with Mum, but it still counted.

Katie began to speak, hesitated, then finally came out with, “Um… what’s it like?”

“Oh, it’s the best,” said Alice. “Girls are so soft and sweet, and they smell great!” Deciding she’d said enough for now, she handed Katie her towel. “Here you are… think I’m gonna go read for awhile.” Before her sister could cover up, she gave the girl one last appreciative all-over look, as if to say, I’d do you in a heartbeat if you weren’t my sister… actually, I’d do you anyhow, sister or not.

“See ya later, Kater,” Alice added, bending down to pick up her dressing gown. But instead of putting it on, she casually draped it over one shoulder, padded over to the door and exited the room naked, glancing back to give Katie a wink before she closed the door. The last thing she saw was the younger girl staring at her, still holding the towel in both hands.

Yes! Alice enthused to herself as the door clicked shut. I’ve got her thinking the way I want… now we’ll see if it leads to anything good.

Lost in reflection, she didn’t notice that her baby sister Poppy was also there in the hallway, not at first. But then she saw the cute seven-year-old, wide-eyed in mixed surprise and awe at the sight of her big sister in the buff.

Alice wasn’t shy like Katie, but she’d never made it a habit to flaunt her bare body around the house, either. Though judging by the open interest her baby sister was showing, Alice wondered if she should indulge in casual nudity more often.

“Hi, Popstar,” she murmured, making her way down the hall.

“Hey, Alice,” Poppy replied, taking in the view. “How come you’re runnin’ around with no clothes on?”

“Why not? I like being naked,” the teen replied with a devil-may-care shrug. Then it struck her, just how much she was enjoying it, parading about in the nude. “I mean, It’s just us girls. I think we look good without clothes.”

You sure do!” Poppy said.

“Hey, I bet you do too, kiddo,” Alice replied, reaching out to tousle her baby sister’s hair, making Poppy giggle. “Any time you’d like to join me, go for it — we could have a party.”

“A naked party! Whooo-hoo!” Poppy squealed, jumping up and down. Then she quickly tugged her top up and off, leaving the little girl wearing nothing but buttercup-coloured underpants. “Like this!” She danced around, twitching her bum from side to side.

“Yeah, you’ve got the idea,” Alice said with a grin, her pulse racing as she approached her bedroom door. “Catch you later, little sister.”

“Bye-bye!” sang Poppy, still capering down the hallway.

Closing her door behind, Alice leaned back against it, tingling from head to toe with forbidden lust. She’d not given any real thought to the erotic possibilities of her youngest sibling… now, visions of a nude Poppy enthralled the teen, had her imagination running wild.

One thing was for certain: that tingling she felt down below had to be dealt with.

Casting her dressing gown onto a nearby chair, she stretched out on the bed, eyes drifting shut as she began to caress herself.

Onward to Chapter Seven!

 

The Joy of Girls, Chapter 4

  • Posted on December 28, 2018 at 7:42 pm

Author Unknown

Suzy motioned for Karen to be quiet as she silently found her house key and unlocked the front door. The volume was set pretty low, but they soon heard unmistakable moans and sounds of passion coming from Suzy’s TV.

Both girls removed their jeans and shirts, leaving them in a pile inside the front door. The excited teens tiptoed up the hallway and carefully peeked inside. Kori was oblivious to the couple standing in the doorway as she stared intently at the images on the screen, fingering both her pussy and her asshole at the same time.

Suzy wanted to interrupt before her little sister reached an orgasm. Deciding to play it mean at first, the older sister stepped into the bedroom and exclaimed, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Kori jumped so high in shock and surprise that she nearly fell off the bed. Naked, her hand covered in sticky wetness from her pussy, with lesbian porn playing in the VCR, she stared in horror at Suzy and Karen, knowing she’d been caught red-handed. “I — I –” she stammered before Suzy cut her off.

“I can tell what you’re doing, stupid,” Suzy snapped. “What I mean is, why are you snooping around in my room?”

As a tearful Kori explained how she had heard them discussing where to hide the tape, and how it had aroused her curiosity, Suzy’s desire was building even more, as was Karen’s.

When the younger girl finished her explanation, Suzy could not play angry any longer. She tried to ask a question, but Karen was too eager to get started. “Why didn’t –” was all Suzy could say before her lover pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

Kori’s jaw dropped as she watched; her sister was a lesbian too! She couldn’t believe it! Suzy gave into the kiss, and the two kept their lips together for a full minute before she finally pulled away.

Suzy started to address her little sister again, but Karen spoke first. “Did you like seeing us do that, Kori?” asked Karen.

Kori could only nod yes; she was speechless at the prospect of what was happening. “Have you done that before?” Suzy chimed in, prompting another shy nod from Kori.

“But I would like to again, um, if you want to,” said the younger girl.

No more discussion was necessary. Both the older girls were literally aching with desire for this twelve-year-old, sitting nude in front of them. Suzy and Karen removed their bras, leaving them in only panties; Suzy had chosen a black silk thong, while Karen had opted for a more conservative white cotton pair.

Her heart racing, Kori stood to join the two of them. First, she put her arms around Karen’s waist and pulled her close. Their lips met, and almost instantly Karen’s tongue began searching the younger girl’s mouth. Suzy joined in, as her mouth began tickling her sister’s neck and ears.

Kori found this to be a very pleasurable feeling indeed, and moaned her approval. Holy shit, she told herself, this is incredible — my own sister is making out with me!

She then felt with Suzy’s hands reaching around her to find her breasts. The older girl gently pinched her little sister’s nipples, making them harden instantly. Suzy then did the same to her friend.

Finally, Kori broke the kiss and turned to face Suzy. Dropping to her knees, she reached for the waistband of her sister’s panties and slowly slid them down her legs to her ankles. Suzy stepped out of them, revealing her naked pussy to her little sister. Turning around, Kori did the same for Karen. Reaching between both girls’ legs, Kori felt around to verify that both girls were soaking wet.

“Lie down on the bed,” Suzy told her baby sister. Kori obliged, and Suzy positioned the younger girl with her legs spread wide and her knees drawn to her chest, exposing both her soaking pussy and her rosebud.

Karen chose first, exploring Kori’s ass crack with her tongue. Suzy was happy to have the first shot at her sister’s pussy, and she dove in with reckless abandon. Soon, Karen’s tongue found its way to the younger girl’s tiny, puckered anus and began exploring. These sensations, combined with the arousal she had built up from watching the movie, set Kori off very quickly. With a choked scream, she came.

Even then, the older girls didn’t stop. Both Suzy and Karen continued their oral assault on the girl, not pausing until they had licked her to a frenzied second orgasm. Finally, they stopped, and each of them shared one more passionate kiss with Kori.

The session would have gone further, but Suzy heard another car door shut outside. “Shit! Mom’s home!” she exclaimed, not wanting to let her sister know about their mother’s participation in their lesbian sex games just yet.

The older girls sprinted to the living room to retrieve their clothes, then returned to the bedroom. All three

girls quickly dressed and turned the movie off.

They were innocently watching TV when Sandra looked in on them. “I’m back. What are you girls doing home so soon?” she asked, playing dumb.

“Oh, there were no good movies playing at the mall, so we thought we’d watch something here,” Karen answered with a wicked grin, giving her mother a wink to indicate that everything had gone as planned.

After Sandra excused herself to the kitchen, Suzy and Karen invited to Kori to join them again after everyone went to bed that evening. If everything works out like I want, thought Suzy to herself, there may be four of us tonight.

*****

The rest of the day went by far too slowly for the eager new lovers. After dinner, Suzy and Karen watched a movie with Sandra while Kori went to her bedroom to use the phone. She wasted no time in calling her best friend Becka. “Hello?” came the greeting.

Kori excitedly shot back with, “Hi, it’s me. Omigod, Becka, You won’t believe what happened to me today!” Her enthusiasm was contagious, and Becka found herself similarly excited as she pressed her friend for details.

Kori was only too eager to spill the news to the older girl. The story came out very quickly. “I got home today, and found out that Suzy fools around with her friend Karen, and they asked me to join them, and I did! I had sex with my big sister, and tonight we’re gonna do it some more!”

Almost instantly, Becka’s nipples stiffened and her pussy grew moist. “Slow down, Kori. Tell me everything that happened.”

Kori recounted the whole story, and soon Becka’s soft moans made it clear that she was touching herself while she listened. Kori had just finished when Becka gasped, “Hold on a sec!” and laid the phone down. Kori could still hear her friend’s sighs of pleasure as Becka gave her clit a few final caresses and climaxed.

Returning to the phone, Becka panted, “That’s a hot story. You’ll have to hook me up sometime.”

That last remark sent a flood of new ideas through the mind of the younger girl. Almost before she could think it through, Kori found herself saying, “Hey, why don’t you come over tonight? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

Becka didn’t have to be asked twice. She ran to ask her parents and soon returned with the good news. “I’ll pack a bag real quick and be over in fifteen minutes.”

After hanging up the phone, Kori felt between her legs, ensuring that she was indeed soaking wet, then ran into the living room to tell everyone Becka was coming over.

Excitement registered on the faces of Suzy and Karen, but her mother looked a bit concerned, Kori noticed. After a brief pause, she muttered, “Yeah, sweetie, that’s fine.”

Soon after, Sandra excused herself to the kitchen, and Suzy went with her. Kori thought her mother’s reaction strange, but quickly dismissed it; after all, she had much bigger things to think about.

Karen, never a shy one, told her young new lover, “I’m glad you’re bringing Becka over. Four could be a lot of fun.”

Kori grinned broadly. “That’s what I was thinking. Becka’s really hot, too. You’ll like her.”

Soon, the doorbell rang. Karen jumped up to answer it. “Hi, Becka,” the older girl said with a sexy smile. Becka returned the smile and entered the house.

Kori took her friend back to her room to set down her bag and change clothes. After they left the living room, Sandra and Suzy came back in from the kitchen.

“What was that all about?” Karen inquired.

Suzy answered for her mother. “Mom was worried that Becka would be upset if she found out what you and I were doing with Kori. But I told her that Kori and Becka are already fooling around, so it’s okay now.”

The conversation stopped when the two younger girls came back into the living room. Becka had changed into the same kind of clothes Kori was wearing: baggy black shorts and an oversized t-shirt. With not enough seats for everyone, Becka laid down in the floor with her feet pointing toward Karen. The five of them continued watching the movie.

Becka suddenly had an idea. Making it look completely accidental, she parted her legs a little, making sure the baggy shorts provided Karen with a good look at her panty-covered crotch. Karen was happy to oblige, staring between the younger girl’s legs, her body beginning to throb with raw lust.

Thankfully, the movie was over quickly, and Becka stretched and said, “Aren’t you tired, Kori? Let’s go to bed.” Kori agreed, and soon Suzy and Karen were also ready to turn in. Sandra told everyone good night, and she, too, disappeared into her bedroom.

Kori and Becka quickly brushed their teeth and then left the bathroom to the other two. After Suzy and Karen finished getting ready for bed, they retreated to Suzy’s bedroom. Suzy gasped when she walked through the door; Kori and Becka had already gotten started. The girls were deeply, hungrily kissing, both stripped down to their panties. Becka was cupping Kori’s small breasts while the younger girl caressed her friend’s ass.

Suzy quickly shut and locked the door, and she and Karen scrambled to catch up to the other two.

Karen had other ideas, though. She lay down on the bed and tore off her panties, exposing her cunt to her lover. “Lick me, baby,” she whispered.

Suzy eagerly obeyed, dropping to her knees and diving into her friend’s cunt. Kori and Becka stopped kissing and momentarily watched the show beside them. They quickly pulled their panties off and sat back, stroking each other’s slits while they watched Suzy lick Karen.

Karen, who was moaning the entire time, suddenly looked at Becka and said, “Bring that hot pussy over here, sweetheart.”

Becka jumped at the opportunity, crawling over and straddling Karen’s face. Kori watched in amazement as her sister’s lover extended her tongue until it made contact with Becka’s pussy.

Karen began to eagerly lick the younger girl, drinking the abundant juices from her pussy while Suzy did the same to her.

Suddenly seeing how she could get involved, Kori crawled over and began nibbling on Karen’s and Becka’s breasts. Then Becka gave her an even better idea. “Kori, baby, why don’t you get down there and eat Suzy?” Kori’s eyes widened with excitement as she climbed off the bed and positioned herself underneath her sister.

The scene continued this way for a few more minutes, until Karen’s orgasm had her screaming into Becka’s cunt while her own sex convulsed in pleasure. After her climax subsided, she pulled away from Suzy and pushed Becka down on the bed so she could more easily get at her cunt.

Kori continued her oral assault on her big sister’s pussy while Suzy rocked back and forth on her face and moaned passionately. Kori soon heard a familiar sound as Becka began to come again. “Oh, fuck, yeah. That’s it. Lick my pussy. Oh, God, yes!” screamed Becka. This seemed to fuel Suzy’s orgasm, and soon she, too, was screaming similar words as she erupted.

For a moment, the four of them were spent. Finally, Karen spoke up. “Suzy, I’m gonna take Becka into Kori’s room for a few minutes, if you don’t mind.” Suzy nodded her approval, and the two disappeared.

Kori was hurt for a moment; she’d hoped to have at least some alone time with her best friend tonight. All that was forgotten quickly, however, when Suzy said, “Sis, you haven’t come yet, did you? We’ll have to fix that. Get up on the bed.”

Kori eagerly got up from the floor and crawled on the bed on her hands and knees. Suzy nudged her sister’s legs a little farther apart and started licking her pussy. Kori moaned as Suzy alternated between licking her pussy and teasing her anus with her tongue. Finally, she drove her tongue into her sister’s vagina and feasted on the younger girl. At the same time, she reached around and stroked the young girl’s clit. Kori, who had been on the edge of orgasm all night, came very quickly and powerfully before collapsing on the bed.

After a few moments, Suzy said, “Hey, why don’t we go take a peek at what’s going on in your room?” The sisters opened the door and padded across the hallway. Kori was surprised to find the room in total darkness, untouched. “They’re not here. Where are they?”

Suzy said, “Maybe they got hungry and went to the kitchen.” The pair tiptoed toward the kitchen, but the girls weren’t there, either.

Kori was getting ready to speak when she heard it: a faint moaning sound. Instantly, Kori knew it was Becka; she’d heard that sound a lot in the past 24 hours. But why was it coming from Mom’s room?

With her eyes betraying her excitement, Suzy said, “Let’s see what’s going on.”

“But we’re naked,” Kori protested.

Suzy smiled and said, “Apparently, so is whoever’s in there.”

Kori followed her sister, wondering the whole time where the hell her mother was and why Becka and Karen were in her room. As they got closer, Kori saw that the door was wide open. Peering over Suzy’s shoulder, she got the surprise of her life.

Kori and Suzy’s mother, Sandra, was lying on the bed. Becka was straddling her face and Karen knelt between Mom’s legs. Becka was panting as Sandra hungrily licked her pussy.

Kori gasped loudly at the sight. Karen and Becka both looked toward the doorway; Sandra, who couldn’t move her head, stiffened as she saw her youngest daughter.

Suddenly unsure of what was going on, Becka dismounted the older woman’s face. Karen didn’t stop, though. She returned her attention to Sandra’s cunt, licking her expertly.

Suzy spoke up. “Sis, Karen and I made love to Mom this morning. She said she was afraid to try anything with you, but we planned this so she could see that you want it too. You do want it, don’t you?”

At that moment, Kori realized she did indeed want it. She nodded, and the two sisters entered the room.

Sandra stopped fighting her lust. Gazing into her younger daughter’s eyes, she said, “Come here, sweetie. Come and kiss me.”

Kori obeyed, walking toward her mother. Sandra put her hands on Kori’s face and pulled her closer and closer until their lips met. As soon as the kiss began, Kori was overcome with helpless lust for her mother. Their tongues danced and sparred as their passion mounted. The girl reached for Sandra’s breasts and stroked them, then lightly pinched her mother’s nipples.

Sandra moaned her approval as she reached for Kori’s wet pussy. The girl moaned as her mother slipped a finger into her vagina.

Meanwhile, Becka and Suzy decided they had to be part of this incredibly exciting scene unfolding before them. Becka crawled over to her best friend and started gently nibbling her tits. Suzy, meanwhile, joined her mouth with Sandra’s and Kori’s. Soon, mother and daughters were entangled in a sexy three-way kiss.

Karen continued to lick Sandra’s pussy until the older woman was on the verge of climax. Then she suddenly backed off; she was going to save this one for Kori. Soon, the mother-daughter kiss broke, and Karen said, “Kori, come down here and finish what I started. Lick your mom’s pussy.”

Kori took Karen’s place on her knees at the foot of the bed and took her first taste of her mother’s cunt. As soon as her tongue made contact, she began to lick hungrily. Sandra thrashed around on the bed as her younger daughter ate her pussy. Within seconds, Sandra was thrown into one of the most incredible orgasms of her life.

The other three girls watched the show for a while, each eagerly masturbating. Even after Sandra came down from her first climax, Kori kept licking. She didn’t stop, in fact, until she had made her mother come again.

By this time, Suzy was hungry for more. Looking at Becka, she said, “I haven’t fucked you yet. Come over here.”

The two girls fell together quickly and passionately, their tongues plunging deep into each other’s mouths. After the brief but powerful kiss, Becka reversed her position so the two could engage in a steamy sixty-nine. Suzy quickly realized that her little sister’s girlfriend was quite talented at eating pussy. For a moment, they forgot about everything else that was going on in the room, until they heard Kori whimpering in pleasure.

Looking over, Becka saw Karen kneel behind the younger girl, her hands busy between Kori’s legs as she licked the girl’s anus. Becka found something very sexy about watching Karen rim and masturbate her friend. She returned her attention to Suzy’s aching pussy and soon licked her into a frenzy. Suzy screamed loudly as she came, her face still buried in Becka’s cunt.

By this time, Sandra was nearly exhausted. All the girls looked to her for instructions. “Girls, I’m so tired. I don’t think I can do anymore tonight,” she said. “I would like to watch something though. I’d love to see Suzy and Karen together, and Kori and Becka.”

The couples traded off into their original pairings. Suzy and Karen made themselves comfortable in the chair in the corner of the room, while Kori and Becka laid across the foot of the bed. Both couples were noticeably more tender this time; kisses lasted longer, hands lingered wherever they touched. Finally, Suzy knelt again between her lover’s legs and licked her to one final orgasm. At the same time, Kori licked Becka from behind until she also came.

Goodnight kisses were given, and the couples returned to their respective rooms.

As she drifted to sleep, Sandra replayed the entire night in her mind. She wished she could’ve stayed up all night, enjoying sex with the girls. Then she realized that tomorrow would be coming soon, and this didn’t have to be the last time it happened. She set her alarm for 9 AM, so she could wake up to join her new lovers.

The End

 

Santa’s Coming

  • Posted on December 24, 2018 at 2:44 pm

by Eva

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2013 }

Jen Hadley woke up with a start. It had been such a vivid dream, so clear it could have been real. The woman sat up in bed and heart still pounding, glanced at the red numbers of the digital clock on her husband’s side of the bed. Four in the morning, and Dave was still fast asleep, snoring the way he always did. Oblivious to the world, even on this special day.

For a moment Jen wondered if she should wake him, but what would she say? “Hey, I’ve had a bad dream?” Well, he wouldn’t appreciate being disturbed so early on Christmas morning.

Anyway, it wasn’t a bad dream at all. Quite the opposite. A girl with sparkling green-blue eyes and long blonde hair — she couldn’t have been any older than nine, or maybe ten — standing by Jen’s side, dressed in a short red outfit with white fur at the collar and hem. Long sleeves too, with generous white fur at the cuffs. Jen thought about the dress a moment, because it was hardly a dress as such. It hung open, more like a jacket, revealing a slender pale body with a flat chest but distinctly puffy nipples, and more startlingly at her lower belly was a thin but long black rubber strap on that gleamed in what little light there was. An artificial cock to spear a woman as if she deserved it.

That thought alone had made Jen moan with excitement, even in her dream. Deserved it? How would a woman deserve to be lanced with that thing? So long, so hard, so damned inviting. It would be… well, it would be quite something, wouldn’t it? Jane clutched herself where she sat up in bed and she shivered a little. Not cold, not fearful. Just a thrill running through her.

One minute past four on Christmas morning, the clock told her. In an hour or so her daughter Polly would be up, wanting to go downstairs and open her presents, all stacked neatly under the Christmas tree. Eight year old Polly, so full of life, so looking forward to what Santa had brought. Of course, Polly knew there was no Santa, but it was fun pretending. But then, in the dream… The girl in red and white had said she was Santa, which was silly beyond belief. Girls aren’t Santa. But then the girl hadn’t said that had she, not as such.

“Hi, I’m Santa Clitmas,” the girl had laughed, her voice like liquid gold on silver leaves.

Santa Clitmas. Oh yes, Jen told herself. The sort of crazy ideas that came in dreams, but one that would be easy to explain: it was the strap-on making her think that. Long and hard and ready, so that was why she had imagined the girl in red and white fur saying what she did. Dreams did that, didn’t they? They justified themselves however weird they might seem. But dreams weren’t ever in your own bedroom, were they? This one had been. The young girl standing on the sheepskin rug by the bed. Jen’s side of the bed.

Dreams were never about being satisfied and people being clear. No one dreamt of what they really wanted. Everyone knew that.

Stop it, Jen told herself, hugging herself more. Then she remembered what Santa Clitmas has said in that amazing voice of hers. “You’ve been a good girl, Jen. You deserve what you’ve wanted.” Then the girl in red and white laughed a tinkly laugh and pushed her hips forward so the tip of that smooth black rubber artificial cock was inches from the woman’s face, and Jen had opened her mouth and… For God’s sake! She had taken the smooth shaft between her lips and sucked it, and she could taste something on it that she knew. It was herself, and that was impossible. She’d never had a strap-on near her. Dave’s cock, that was all. All that she had for ten years now and since Polly was born, not so much. Only her husband and that disappointing little thing he was so ridiculously proud of, imagining he was a torrid lover when he was nothing but a selfish––

Jen stopped herself. No, the dream hadn’t been about him, thank heavens. It had been about a girl who knew the woman. But how could she? Had she written a letter to the real Father Christmas and not remembered?

Of course she hadn’t. And who wrote to Santa Clitmas of all people? No, that was quite a joke, if you thought about it. One for the women who wanted satisfaction, probably. Jen thought about it and shivered because she wanted to cry with self-pity. She glanced over at the clock, past her still snoring husband, and saw it was four minutes past four. Surely some kind of magic time, she told herself for a reason the woman couldn’t explain.

Magic, like a young girl with a long strap on. Jen’s shiver this time wasn’t fear or sadness, but a spark of lust in her very depths.

There was a noise at the bedroom door and Jen gave a small gasp, but it wasn’t Santa coming back in waking time. It wasn’t a burglar, either. No need to wake snoring Dave and hear him grumble. It was Polly, standing in the light escaping from her bedroom across the landing.

“I can’t sleep, Mum,” said Polly, quite still in her new green and blue pyjamas.

“I understand, hon,” said Jen with a sigh. She swung her legs out of bed and straightened her short, white nightie and then went to slide her feet into her slippers, which strangely had been moved a little from their usual place on the sheepskin rug. Odd, thought Jen, and felt a pulse in her belly that someone had been there, standing by her bed. Near her face.

“Mum?” Polly asked.

“Okay, Polly. Just getting up. You know sweetheart it’s a bit early, even for Christmas morning.” The woman stood and stretched, aware she felt more alive than she had felt in ages. Not tired at all. Not the least weary.

“I had a dream Mum,” said the girl in the doorway.

“We all get those, sweetheart,” said Jen as she picked up her satin gown and pulled it round her still-slim shoulders. “Nothing to worry about.”

“But this was a girl,” said Polly. She held her hand out for her mother to come to her. Jen gulped, because this was different, the way Polly wanted her. “She wanted me to do things.”

“Dreams are funny,” said Jen, remembering her own dream, feeling that glow in her sex, the taste on her lips and tongue, the way she felt happy beyond belief.

“Not this one,” said Polly, taking her mother’s hand. “This was lovely. The girl wore red with white fur and she had a funny name. Santa Clitmas, she said.”

The mother nearly cried out in alarm. But Jen bit her lip, held herself back. “Honey––” she began.

“Mum, it’s okay. I know she wasn’t Santa. There isn’t a Santa Clitmas. But she brought me a present. It’s in my room.” Polly paused and smiled up at her mother. “She said you’d like it too.”

A wave of something approaching euphoria mixed with fear swept over Jen. She clutched her child’s hand tightly. “Show me,” she managed to say, swaying slightly on her slippered feet.

Of course no one else had been in, no one had slipped into Polly’s room and left her an extra present. The Hadley family didn’t do that. All the presents were under the tree for them all to open in the morning. The big tree laden with baubles and the smiling fairy in her gold and silver dress on top.

Polly’s room was neat, the way the girl kept it. Nothing torn or damaged or invaded. Just the bed cover turned back, and a small present wrapped in gold and silver on the bed. Innocent looking, but not innocent at all.

“Oh God,” said Jen, more to herself.

“Mum, it’s okay,” said Polly. She gripped her mother’s hand tighter. “Come on, we can open it,” said Polly.

Jen nodded. “You open it, honey. You see what…” The woman gulped loudly, again. “You see what Santa Clitmas wants us to open.”

Polly grinned, let go of her mother and went to the bed. Carefully, she unwrapped the present and even before it was fully undone Jen knew what it was. The girl brought out the long black rubber strap-on. One designed to be thrust hard into a willing woman. One with short straps to fit round a young girl’s slender waist.

“Oh God,” said Jen, again, but this time with a hint of expectation and a suggestion of inevitability.

“I think this is what Santa Clitmas wore,” said Polly. “What I have to wear.”

“Yes,” said Jen. “It’s called a strap-on, honey.”

“Mum, can you help me?” As she said it Polly was smiling like she was a radiant being. “I have to be naked, and you do too. Santa said so.”

“Yes, she would,” said Jen. She stepped forward and began to unbutton her daughter’s pyjama top, then slide her pyjama pants down. A flat chest, no puffy nipples yet, but slightly hard as if the little girl was excited, and the child’s hairless vulva.

Jen folded her daughter’s clothes neatly. Then the woman took the strap-on and saw it was beautiful. Perfect: the right weight, the right length. Long enough to hurt in the most thrilling way. With as much care and as much speed as she could manage, Jen put the strap-on cock in place on her daughter’s lovely young hips and buckled the straps in place so the artificial cock sprang from Polly’s hips like a gleaming, proud weapon.

“Mum,” whispered the girl. “I like it. It feels so good.”

Jen put her fingers on the slick column, marvelling at its smoothness and girth and length. Made to measure, it occurred to her. Like someone knew the depth of her desire. “Yes,” the mother agreed. “It looks like it has to be used.” The woman let go of the cock and stripped off her gown and nightie, tossing them carelessly aside. Her own nipples were hard and proud and under her shaved cunt and between her thighs there was a buzz of anticipation.

“You look lovely, Mum,” said Polly.

“And so do you, hon. Beautiful. And better with that strap-on, too. Like… like…”

“Like your owner,” said the girl, eyes alight, her cock dancing in the light.

“Yes, like my owner, like a lover who owns me,” said Jen, not knowing where the words sprang from but delighted how honest they sounded. There would be no untruths here. Not anymore.

“Yeah. She told me that since Daddy doesn’t love you enough, I get to instead. “This”– she indicated the strap-on, now jutting from her body — “is my present… but I get to be your present. Isn’t that sweet?”

“Very sweet. Honey, I have to bend over, right?”

“Yes, Mum. Santa said you would bend over so I can, um… You know, do that thing.”

“Fuck me,” said Jen. “It’s okay for you to say it, honey.”

“Fuck you,” said the girl. “Fuck you hard.”

“Yes,” agreed Jen. “Very hard.”

“Mum… when I’ve done that. I have to make you clean it.”

“Of course you do, dear. I want it in me and I want to clean it when you’re done fucking me.”

“And then she said that I’m s’posed to lie down and let you lick my cunny until I’ve had enough. Then, I roll over, and you lick my bottom hole.”

“I’d love to do that to you,” Jen said, realizing with a start that going down on her beautiful eight-year-old was exactly what she wanted. “I just want to make you happy, Polly.”

“I am,” said the girl. “Will you kiss me? Santa said I should get you to kiss me.”

“With pleasure, baby girl,” Jen cooed. Bending down, she claimed Polly’s mouth with hers.

Jen was startled when Polly brought her tongue into play first, but immediately responded in kind, and their kiss quickly grew hot and passionate.

Finally, mother and daughter slowly drew apart. Polly smiled. “Now bend over my bed, Mum. And no screaming.”

“Not unless you want me to,” said Jen as she did as she was told. Weight on her elbows, backside pushed out on offer, legs apart, her wet cunt dripping with anticipation, her breasts hanging below her and nipples tingling with excitement.

“I love you, Mum,” said the girl as she positioned the long, black cock against her mother’s cunt, gently prising the lips of the woman’s sex apart.

“I want you to fuck me, honey, and make me yours for always,” said the woman, over her shoulder, thrilled to see her daughter behind her so confident, so assertive. “I love you too, Polly.”

“I know. Now hold still, Mummy… And thank you, Santa Clitmas for the best present ever,” Polly said as with one thrust of her young but strong hips the girl sent the long, hard cock into her mother’s waiting cunt. All the way in, hard and deep and Jen gasped and bit her lip and a moan of pleasure in her throat felt a surge of joy in her heart that she had never known before, the way the strap-on’s base slammed into her engorged clit.

Downstairs, the gold and silver fairy on the tree smiled a little bit more while above her ethereal crown, the floorboards creaked just that little bit. Creaked again and again and again until there was definite gasp of someone climaxing like they never had before, and then presently the gentle slurp of a woman lovingly cleaning herself off a black rubber cock, and a little girl laughing happily — then moaning to the touch of her mother’s mouth.

THE END

 

Temptation of Tanya, Chapter 3

  • Posted on December 22, 2018 at 2:34 pm

by StarSapphire

The next morning at work, I received a phone call from Leanne. Thinking she just wanted to talk about babysitting issues, I agreed to have lunch with her. She was already there when I walked into the restaurant.

She looked up at me, a strained expression on her face as I sat down.

Before I had any chance to assess the situation Leanne, in a slightly quavering voice, spoke up. “I know about you and Tanya,” was all she said.

My face went deathly white as I stared at Leanne across from me. “Y–you know? How?” I gasped, totally shocked. It didn’t even occur to me to deny that her eleven-year-old daughter Tanya and I had become lovers.

“You both reeked of sex last night,” she said with a smile. A smile? “Guess you ran out of time and couldn’t shower.”

“Leanne… I don’t know w-what to say… I’m so s-sorry –”

“It’s all right, Carla — I’m not upset.”

“You’re not? B-but –” was all I could manage at the moment, too many emotions tumbling through me.

“No, I’m not. Surprised, of course, but not upset. I’m glad Tanya has found someone nice to be her first lover. I know you care for her, and she speaks so highly of you.”

“I do care for her — and her mother,” I added. “But…”

“Perhaps I should take a very different view of it all,” she sighed, “but when I was twelve I had a sexual relationship with a woman teacher that I loved very much. She ended up hurting me, though. In the beginning though, it was totally marvelous, and I can’t begrudge my daughter the same experience. Just d-don’t break her heart, that’s all I ask.” Leanne lowered her eyes, on the verge of tears.

Hurt her! Oh my God, Leanne… I adore her! She is the sweetest thing to ever come into my life,” I told her in all sincerity.

“I’m also jealous,” Leanne said quietly, her eyes still downcast.

“You’re — jealous?” I didn’t understand.

“I — I’m in love… with both of you,” Leanne confessed, her shoulders trembling. “It’s making me crazy.” She lifted her face, her sorrowful eyes rimmed with tears. “That is so wrong, isn’t it? Wanting to love my own daughter like that. I’ve been… having fantasies about her for a year or so. Of… kissing her. T-touching her. Undressing her… and everything else.” Leanne looked at me desperately. “But it’s you too, Carla. My God, I’m so in love with you!” And she began to cry.

“With me?” I asked foolishly. “I — I have feelings for you too, Leanne. I have since we first met,” I told her.

“But now you’re with, with Tanya,” she sighed. “It’s just that I seem to be losing you both right now… and it’s very painful for me to let go, you understand?” Leanne was quietly sobbing as she spoke.

“Of course I do,” My heart went out to her. How dreadful to have the two objects of her desire unite and leave her out in the cold. My guilt knew no bounds. For a moment a deep sadness consumed me. How could something so good and fine end up hurting a wonderful woman like Leanne? Someone so beautiful, so desirable?

And then a lightbulb flashed in my mind.

“Does… does Tanya have any idea about how you feel about her?” I asked slowly, my mind racing.

She shrugged. “I don’t think so, but I know she caught me looking down her shirt the other day when she wore that loose white top. Do you remember it?” she sniffed.

“Oh yes…” I replied, my excitement growing by the second, “and I’m afraid I might have been responsible for her wearing it for you.” The realization of how I had completely overlooked the obvious had dawned on me.

“What?”

“Listen, Leanne, I think things are going to work out fine. Let me talk to Tanya about you and me. I think you may be surprised where the conversation goes from there. Will you trust me with that?”

“I guess so,” Leanne replied, looking a bit puzzled. “But –”

“Believe me Leanne, I think everyone’s going to be happy in the end,” I said, hoping against hope that my hunch was right. “Can you take today off work?”

“I already have,” she told me. “After finding out about you and Tanya I knew I wasn’t going to be in any shape to work today. Why?”

“Well, when she gets home from school I’m going to have a little chat with her and if it goes the way I think it will, I’ll phone you to come over. Are you willing to trust me on this?”

A look of hope dawned on her face. “Well, I don’t really have a choice, do I? Okay, if you call me I’ll come.”

I felt I was now on firm ground and totally in control of the situation for a change. Tanya had artfully stage-managed things up to this point, but I thought a more mature hand was now needed.

As we got up to leave the restaurant Leanne looked over at me. “God, you’re so beautiful, Carla,” she sighed. We hugged closely, and I could still feel her tears wetting my blouse.

“And so are you, sweetheart. Just leave things up to me,” I urged. We walked out slowly together and parted.

*****

I left work early so as to meet Tanya when she arrived home from school. Standing in the front lobby, I saw her approaching right on time, this time dressed demurely in black slacks and a red cotton top with a very grown up looking multicolored scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. She spotted me as I opened the door for her.

“Carla, how wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Are we going up to your place, then?” she asked breathlessly.

“Yes, precious we are. You look so pretty today… but honey, we have to talk a bit, okay?”

“Is — is everything all right?” Tanya asked me anxiously.

“Yes, little one, but we need to talk. We’re both lovers now, and that’s what lovers sometimes have to do, okay?”

“Of course,” Tanya replied, clearly pleased that I had called her my lover. We entered my condo and I deliberately steered her away from my the black leather couch, the scene of such intense passion just hours before, and sat her down at the kitchen table. Taking both her hands in mine, I looked her in the eye.

“I know who your secret girlfriend is,” I said.

“You do?” Tanya gasped. “How can you know that? I never told anyone!”

“It’s your mom… isn’t it, sweetheart?” I confronted her.

“How — how did you find out?” Tanya was suddenly close to tears, and I could tell that I’d deeply embarrassed her without meaning to.

“Oh honey, please, it’s okay…”

“I know it’s… it’s wrong,” she whimpered, “b-but she’s so sweet, so beautiful… ever since I figured out I liked girls, I knew that I liked her best.” Her lower lip trembled. “At first I just, just wanted her to k-kiss me… but I kept thinking about, um, more.”

“So… you want to make love with your mom?” I asked her gently.

“Yes,” she whispered, sobbing slightly. “I’m so s-sorry, Carla.”

“Tanya,” I murmured, squeezing her hands, “what if I told you that your mother feels just like you do? That she wants to be your lover, the same way I am?”

Her mouth fell open. “What?”

“Your mom knows about us, honey,” I whispered, drawing her into my arms, “and she is so jealous and heartbroken because she loves us both… loves us like girlfriends. What do you think of that?”

“No way!” Tanya squeaked. “You mean she wants to be lovers with both of us? She — she really wants to, to be with me like that?”

“Yes she does, precious. It means we’d be a kind of family. Is that okay with you, honey? You look a little shocked,” I said in classic understatement.

Clapping two hands against her face Tanya just sat there for a few seconds, eyes staring wide. Then she burst into a huge grin and threw open her arms. “Yes, oh YES! Please, can we all be lovers?”
“In about as long as it takes to speed dial her number, precious. Just wait a minute.”

I quickly got Leanne on the phone and invited her over. She wasn’t aware yet what had transpired, but that would all change quickly.

Soon I heard a soft tapping on my door and a gentle “Hello?” as Leanne entered, spied us in the kitchen and wandered in.

“Mommy… oh Mommy!” Tanya cried, jumping up from the table and running into her mother’s arms.

“Honey, what’s this all about? Hush now and tell me,” I could hear the nervous quaver in her voice, and my heart went out to her. If only I’d known how lonely she had been…

“Carla says you know about us, and that you’re jealous, and you want me too, and, and oh, I don’t know!” Tanya wailed.

Leanne stared at me, wide-eyed, then slowly lowered her gaze to the young girl in her arms.

“Is it true, Mommy?” Tanya asked plaintively, her eyes filled with desire and hope. “Are you really in love with me…?”

Leanne was silent, weighing her words. Finally she quietly said, “Yes, it’s true… I want you, sweetheart. I am so in love with you… only I never thought you could ever want me that way.” Leanne held Tanya at arm’s length and gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes. “Could you ever… love me like that, honey?”

“Of course I do, Mommy!” Tanya exclaimed impatiently, stomping her foot in emphasis. “I’ve always loved you… but now I love you in a different way, like a girlfriend and… well, it’s really confusing, ’cause I’m in love with Carla now, too.”

“So am I, honey. I love Carla very much and she says she feels the same way, but you two need to agree if you want to let me into your relationship… I guess that’s what this is all about.” Leanne looked up at me with a shy smile. “Did I get that right?”

“Yes, you have,” I laughed. “Is that okay with you, Tanya?” I asked her. “Can your mom become part of our relationship, to have and to hold and all that stuff? Just say `I do,’ honey,” I giggled.

“I do!” gasped Tanya and threw her arms around her trembling mother, who now had tears rolling down her beautiful face. I stood looking at the two of them rocking together in a loving embrace, and suddenly realized that we had just created a family, an odd little family to be sure, but a family nonetheless.

Tanya and Leanne stood in my kitchen embracing for several heartfelt moments when they both looked up and stared into each other’s eyes. Silently their lips moved together in a warm kiss that had me tingling. Tanya quickly brought her tongue into play, and Leanne was only too eager to respond in kind. I was thrilled beyond belief to see the twin objects of my desire — mother and daughter — kissing like lovers. They held that precious moment together for what seemed like minutes before they finally broke apart.

“I’ve been practicing,” Tanya giggled, looking over at me.

“So I hear,” Leanne said, looking at me archly.

I blushed as they swayed against each other in the middle of my kitchen. I reluctantly interrupted their reverie, however, by walking over and putting my arms around both of them. “Want to see my bedroom, girls? Let’s get things off to a proper start,” I smiled.

I led them both into my spacious boudoir, where my king sized bed took center stage. They both admired the soft pastel shades of pink I’d had it all decorated in, along with my white furniture… then we all sort of stood there, not knowing exactly how to begin our new life as lovers.

I quickly remedied that situation, glancing over at Tanya and silently indicating that she should begin unbuttoning her mother’s baby blue blouse. As Tanya’s fingers got busy I went for Leanne’s belt buckle, after first removing her sandals. I quickly opened her slacks, then tugged down her zipper slowly, all the time watching Tanya undress her mother above me. Gripping the ends of her black wool pants I began pulling them off. Leanne raised her hips briefly and the job was done, leaving her in pale blue cotton panties, her gorgeous long legs exposed to my eyes for the first time.

Tanya, meanwhile, was slipping off her mother’s blouse, exposing a pair of delicate breasts encased in a white silky bra. “God, Mom,” she sighed happily, “you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to touch your boobs.”

“Here they are, honey,” Leanne whispered as Tanya undid the clasp of her mother’s bra, freeing her breasts to our mutual gaze. “I hope it was worth the wait.”

“Oh, Mommy, they are so pretty!” Tanya squealed. “So, um, can I…?” Her mother nodded a quick yes and, as I watched, Tanya cupped her mother’s breasts in her hands.

I pulled my top over my head and dropped my slacks on the floor beside it. My bra and panties quickly followed. Reaching over, I completed Leanne’s unveiling by quickly peeling her panties off her slim legs and adding them to the growing pile of clothing on my bedroom floor. At this point both mother and child were looking at me like they wanted to gobble me up.

“No fair, Tanya,” I declared. “It’s your turn to get naked!”

She laughed, but soon she was as nude as her mother and I. We were quite a sight, the three of us — two honey blondes, a young brunette and what looked like an acre of beautiful female flesh, punctuated by pert dark nipples and triangles of tangled fur between my legs and Leanne’s… then, standing alone, the pinkness of Tanya’s delightfully bare slit.

The first thing we did was climb onto the bed, Tanya between Leanne and I.

“I think it’s only fair that your mother gets to make love to you first,” I said to Tanya, and Leanne smiled eagerly. I lay on my side and watched them, which was a treat in itself.

Leanne gazed deeply into Tanya’s eyes, then gave her a deep, prolonged kiss. She slipped her thigh between her daughter’s legs, then ran her hand down to cup Tanya’s ass, bringing her daughter’s cunt into contact with her thigh, urging her hips into a deep undulating thrust against the little girl.

Tanya’s eyes grew wide, and she clutched at Leanne’s ass as her mother pumped her body in a steady rhythm, rubbing her dripping cunt against her daughter’s thigh. Their breathing intensified, and Tanya’s hand came searching for mine. I grasped and held it, feeling her rhythmically squeeze as she fast approached orgasm.

Tanya suddenly began to moan and writhe in her mother’s arms as an intense surge of pleasure washed through her. In seconds Leanne followed her daughter, and the two met in a hip-grinding, bone-shaking climax, months of stored-up lust released by their brief friction in a joyous explosion. Finally, they lay quietly entwined, their bodies moist from exertion as I moved in to embrace them both.

“Oh, God… Mommy, that was wonderful!” Tanya gasped. “I love you so much! Thank you, thank you!”

“Mmmmm, honey, that was so sweet,” Leanne cooed into Tanya’s hair. “I love you too, my darling.”

We all lay wrapped together for several minutes, momentarily spent. Then Leanne and I made our first discovery that night of the amazing stamina and recuperative powers of youth.

“Now I want to watch you and Mom make love!” Tanya gleefully interjected into our cozy snuggle.

Tanya rolled off and I scooted over to Leanne’s opening arms, and we met in our first searing kiss. Our tongues melted and dueled incessantly as our hands wandered over each other’s bodies, exploring one another’s breasts, hard taut nipples and supple ass cheeks. Our hips and pussies ground together passionately.

“Oh, Carla, I’ve waited so long for this,” Leanne murmured into my ear. “Now, climb on my face! I want to taste you!”

I looked over at Tanya lying on her side enraptured, a hand busy between her slim, lithe young legs. Then I rolled off Leanne and straddled her face, my knees on either side of her head. I could see her moistening her lips as I lowered my pussy to her waiting mouth.

“Yes…” I purred as her mouth made a searing connection with my cunt, then her lips and tongue began to weave their slippery magic.

Tanya, seeing this act for the very first time, was entranced, climbing up behind me to watch the action over my shoulder.

“Oooh, that’s sooo hot!” she gurgled. “Now I want to play.”

She wrapped both arms around my upper half and began to roughly grope my tits with her strong, small hands. Then I felt her right hand moving down behind me.

Can you feel me touching my pussy?” she whispered. I felt her little knuckle against my lower back, just as I’d done to her. “Can you f-feel Mommy’s mouth kiss your hot, squishy cunt? Is her tongue up inside you?”

I moaned with feral pleasure as these nasty words spilled from Tanya’s childish mouth.

“Oh God, little one! Yes, baby! Don’t you s-stop! Keep talking dirty for me, baby!” I continued to writhe around atop her mother’s face as Tanya’s filthy words filled my ear.

“Come for me, Carla, let Mommy fuck you with her tongue… while I squeeze your b-big boobs!” She was as good as her words, practically mauling my breasts.

I gritted my teeth as I fought back my approaching climax, brought on by Tanya’s stream of obscenities and her mother’s hot, wet mouth feasting on my cunt.

“Oh f-f-fuck!” I gasped. “Here it comes!” And oh, mercy, did it ever.

I felt Tanya shudder behind me as her own feverish ministrations caught up with her. We came together in a great freaky surge of female sexual energy, her mother drenched, I’m sure, in my womanly fluids. My guts churned from the impact of this second soul-racking climax, and I heard Tanya sobbing out her joy onto my back; now drenched with her sweat and mine — along with my little lover’s tears of happiness.

I had never felt so sated in my life. With a desperate moan I rolled off Leanne and lay on my side as Tanya slid down to nestle between Leanne and me.

For a minute everyone was too exhausted to speak but Tanya raised herself up on an elbow. “Wow, Mom,” she laughed. “You licked her pussy!” she exclaimed. “I bet that feels incredible!”

“Would you like to find out?” Leanne slyly asked her.

“Yes, Mommy… are you going to lick my little cunt now?” Tanya asked coyly, a finger stuck girlishly in her mouth as she wriggled her hips in a most provocative way.

“Mmmm, that sounds lovely. But where did you learn all those nasty words, young lady? Not from Carla, I’m sure!” Leanne said in mock seriousness. “I mean they’re okay in the bedroom, honey… but don’t let me catch you saying them anywhere else!”

“But I learned most of them from you, Mommy,” Tanya replied innocently. “Like how pissed off you get sometimes with your boss Arlene, when you call her a fucking bitch?”

“Okay, I give up!” Leanne laughed, “Just don’t do as I do, do as I say — or something like that!”

“Oh, and I got some of those words from the internet,” Tanya added. “When I figured out I was a lesbian, I sorta wanted to, well, learn more.” She giggled. “That’s where I learned to say ‘eat pussy’, and other cool stuff.”

Leanne gave her little girl an evil grin. “If you want to know all about eating pussy, I think we can arrange a few lessons.” She placed a hand on Tanya’s thigh. “Now lie back, honey, and spread those beautiful young legs for me. Mommy’s got a treat for you…”

As I watched in awe, Leanne began to trail her mouth down Tanya’s chest, first capturing each of her child’s nipples in turn, then nuzzling a path down to the belly button, pausing to probe it with the tip of her tongue… causing her now writhing daughter to squeal in delight.

Moving lower, she began to gently lick Tanya’s hairless slit, then carefully delved inside to explore her daughter’s vagina. Tanya moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

After a few minutes of mixed kissing and licking, Leanne finally centered her attention on Tanya’s clitoris, hidden in the tight folds of her labia.

“Oh M-Mommy — that feels s-so good!” Tanya cried out as Leanne continued to go down on her daughter.

Bringing her right hand into play, the older woman eased the tip of her middle finger into Tanya’s tight little hole and began a gentle in-and-out motion as the panting eleven-year-old rocked her hips in response.

Leanne raised her head from between Tanya’s legs, gazing warmly at her daughter.

“Honey,” she cooed. “I’m going to touch your bottom hole, now… is that okay, dear?”

“I — I guess so,” Tanya breathed, then a tiny “Oh!” as it became clear Leanne was exploring her child’s anus. “Ooooh yeah, that feels s-so nice, Mommy. Don’t stop! Mmmmmm, d-don’t stop!”

I stared in amazement as Leanne’s thumb worked into her daughter’s cunt, her finger probed the girl’s virgin rectum, and her lips nibbled and sucked at Tanya’s tiny clit.

Soon delightful shudders and shakes overtook Tanya as Leanne brought her to yet another all-consuming orgasm, pleasuring the girl until she begged “Stop, Mommy… n-n-no more, please!”

As Tanya gasped for breath, Leanne quickly moved up to embrace her, giving her daughter a passionate kiss. I could only gaze in awe at my little lover’s smooth slit, envying her mother for being the first to taste it.

“Oh, Carla,” Leanne sighed. “She tastes sooo sweet!”

“I’ll bet she does. I saved her for you,” I smiled.

“Yeah, and it was wonderful!” Tanya cried. “Do I get to try that on you guys sometime? I mean, I heard about getting licked, y’know, down there before, but I didn’t know it felt so, so good!” She slumped back into the sheets. “I gotta rest some first, though.”

At this point we were all a little worn out, so I suggested we refresh ourselves in the walk-in shower I’d had installed. It had a three way directional spray that Julie and I had installed so as to have lots of room to play. I found it fitted the three of us beautifully, with water coming from multiple directions and enough and space to soap, rinse and caress each other.

Of course Leanne and I could not get enough of Tanya’s young body, our hands exploring every sweet inch of her, but she got the chance to explore ours too. “I want to lick you!” she announced and knelt before me, her face inches from my vulva. Tentatively at first, she extended her tongue to tease my pussy fur, then pressed through the thick curls to the warm pink flesh, licking at the opening to my vagina.

I moaned, utterly enraptured by Tanya’s inexpert but loving efforts, her affection for me felt in every movement of her tongue. She was really going down on me now, feasting on my cunt in an open-mouthed French kiss.

I was so into my little lover’s oral attentions that I didn’t pay too much attention when Tanya’s hand slipped around my hip, her fingers stealing into the cleft of my ass. But it certainly registered when I felt a fingertip wriggling its way into my anus.

Tanya grinned up at me. “Is that okay?” she asked with a bad-girl snicker.

“Oh, yes, precious. Fuck my ass, baby… and d-don’t stop eating my pussy!” I gasped back. Leanne only grinned at the sight, leaning against the shower wall and gently stroking her cunt as Tanya brought me to the boil and spilling over into pure delight with her eager mouth, tongue and fingers. It was all I could do to remain standing, but I managed to keep myself up until my little girl took me to a second climax.

Spent, I slowly slid down the wall until my ass rested on the shower floor. Dazed, I felt Tanya’s lips seeking mine and met her in a gentle but extremely passionate kiss. Then she moved into my lap, and we both watched as Leanne masturbated to a quick climax.

Rinsing and toweling off, pausing again and again to share kisses and caresses, we returned naked to my bedroom.

My God!” exclaimed Leanne as we all crowded together on my bed to snuggle, still feeling tingly and warm from our shower. “How did all this happen, and so fast?”

“Beats me,” replied Tanya, in what sounded like perfect innocence.

Leanne and I shared a quick glance, then both of us stared together at our eleven-year-old lover.

“Hey,” she said. “Why are you guys looking at me?” Why, indeed!

Carry on to Chapter Four!

 

Alice in Wonderland, Chapter 2

  • Posted on December 20, 2018 at 12:48 am

by Girl Lover

The next day, Saturday, Alice woke up much later than usual. Her mother took her shopping at the mall, but her mind was elsewhere, being naked in a house full of horny older women. As they walked throughout the mall, she found herself staring at every older woman, wondering if any of them were at the party last night. The day dragged on and Alice counted the hours till she finally saw the light in her parents’ room go out. Already dressed, she crawled out the window and was soon hurrying down the dark, moonlit street to another wonderful night of pleasure.

Several minutes later, she walked up the driveway towards Rebecca’s house, marveling at the number of cars there. She opened the door and walked in hesitantly. Heading into the small room off to the side used as the changing room, she was surprised to find two women inside, undressing.

They gazed lustily at her, remarking, “My! Oh, my!” and “Hello there!”

Alice smiled at them as she pulled off her shirt and shucked off her pants, all the while, feeling their eyes upon her naked body, adding to her growing excitement. Then she eagerly stepped out of the room, wondering where she should go. She walked along among the other women who were standing around watching the others, loving all of the lewd stares and the occasional hand on her butt. Remembering the hot tub, she went to the patio door. Opening it, she was pleasantly surprised to find three women in it.

“Hi, come on in!” One of them waved her over. Alice came out onto the patio and stepped down into the tub.

“Oooh, looks like you’re ready to go,” one of the other women chuckled as she leered at Alice’s naked body stepping into the water.

As she dipped below the surface, one of the women told her, “Not so fast. Let’s have a look at you.”

Alice raised up, letting them gawk at her.

“Mmm-mmm,” one remarked, “That is got to be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen!”

Alice gazed at them just as lustfully as they did at her, in particular to the chubby one in the middle, because her breasts were so large. Being gawked at by strangers as well as admiring the strangers’ bodies in return was a strange feeling, that immediately turned her on.

The chubby woman in the middle reached out, stroking her hand along Alice’s side, “My, but you’re a tender young thing.” Her hand turned Alice around so that they were able to get a good look at her tiny bottom, “So delicious,” she murmured. “I’m Julie. This here’s Helen,” she indicating to the right of her.

“I’m Kathy,” the third woman introduced herself.

“I’m Alice,” Alice told them shyly.

“Shy too. Is this your first time, dear?” Julie asked.

Alice shook her head, “I was here last night.”

“Oooh!” The women looked at each other excitedly.

Julie took her hand and pulled her to sit with them. “I take it you like older women?”

Alice was too embarrassed to answer, but her blushing smile gave away her answer.

“Well, we certainly like really young girls such as yourself,” Helen remarked, stroking Alice’s leg under the water.

“How old are you, dear?” Julie asked, using her forefinger to rub across one of Alice’s nipples.

“Ten.”

“Oooh!,” the women repeated. “Goodness, you are young!”

Kathy reached over, cupping her hand onto Alice’s tiny sex. Alice felt her finger tickling just inside her vulva and opened her legs slightly.

As Julie began kissing Alice’s neck, Helen commented, “Whenever I go to my grandson’s choir recitals, I always want to fuck the cute little girls there so bad.”

The other women snickered at this as they fondled Alice.

“Do you like this, dear?” Kathy whispered.

“Yea,” Alice replied in a soft voice, her breath now shallow. It was really starting to feel good.

Julie turned to face her, displaying her ample breasts which hung down into the water.

Alice reached over and took a breast in each hand, squeezing them enthusiastically and feeling their softness.

Helen turned Alice’s head toward her, kissing her.

Soon, Alice was lost in a myriad of boobs, hands, and lips touching her everywhere.

Kathy’s finger moved around inside Alice’s sex, stirring her up till suddenly the feeling came over her, causing her legs to close firmly onto Kathy’s hand, trapping it within her.

Alice cried out, “AAAiiiiggghhh!”

The women laughed, cheering on Alice’s orgasm as her face turned red.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It was beautiful,” Julie told her.

Helen rose up out of the water and sat down on the edge, her open legs inviting the young girl to come in between them.

Alice looked at the hairy, wrinkled pussy of the older woman before her and reached out, feeling the soft tangled hair.

Helen spread apart her labia as Alice leaned forward and tasted the woman’s flesh. Having done it last night, she wasn’t as timid as before. Instead of giving little delicate licks,in the grip of the building lust within, she pushed her tongue out, bathing the woman’s pussy. Enticed by Helen’s odor, her licking grew more energetic, almost frantic as she pushed her faced into Helen’s pussy.

“Oh, my!” Kathy commented admirably. “Such enthusiasm! How is she, Helen?”

“Glorious!” Helen moaned, her head leaning back.

Julie moved behind Alice, cupping her tiny bottom as it poked above the surface of the water. After a few teasing strokes from her finger, she pulled the young girl’s butt cheeks apart and pressed her face into them, enjoying the forbidden thrill of having her face in a young girl’s butt. This feeling added to Alice’s hunger, propelling her to push her face even more into Helen’s pussy, moving it around and smearing the woman’s juices all over her face. Soon, Helen grunted, her face wincing from the intensity, then she cried out as she squirted all over Alice’s face. As Helen flopped back onto the deck in exhaustion, Alice licked the pussy juice from her lips as she beamed at her accomplishment.

“Oh, God!” Kathy exclaimed as she stepped out of the hot tub and also sat on the edge facing Alice, “I’ve got to be next!”

Julie laughed, and Alice grinned even more.

Opening her legs wide, while leaning back, propped up on her elbows, Kathy watched as Alice gazed at her pussy momentarily then pushed her face into it.

“Oh shit, she’s good!” Kathy yelped.

Alice began to notice the subtle differences between the various pussies; some were hairy, others hairless, some had the labia closed, others were open, some had a stronger odor. But, despite the differences, Alice all had the same effect on women when she played with them. And right now, Alice was having a big effect on Kathy.

Making all sorts of noises, Kathy reached out, holding Alice against her pussy as Julie contented herself playing with Alice’s tender young sex and butthole.

Alice’s missy was still somewhat sensitive from earlier, and so Julie’s ministrations kept distracting her, making her jerk from time to time.

Having gotten herself worked up from having such a young girl pleasure her with such passion, Kathy soon found herself quickly cumming, wailing through her clenched teeth, till she had to push Alice away and fell back exhausted.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh God!” She moaned, unable to do much else from the lack of strength. After a minute, she opened her eyes, looking at Julie, “Julie…You’ve got to try her. It’s just…” She stopped to catch her breath.

“That good, huh?” Julie asked.

“Oh, it’s beyond good.” Kathy rolled over on her hands and knees, then slowly crawled back into the hot tub to join Helen, who had been enjoying the show while she was resting.

“I don’t think I could ever go back to having sex with an adult after her,” Helen observed.

As they watched Julie climb out of the tub and position herself before the young girl, Kathy agreed, “I know what you mean. No one has ever made me cum that hard. There’s something about seeing such a little girl giving you the most incredible feelings.”

She stared at Alice’s raised bottom enticingly. “What is it about such a tiny butt that is so alluring?”

Alice watched as Julie opened her legs to her. Being a bit more overweight then Helen and Kathy, Alice couldn’t help touching Julie’s soft plump belly. Feeling its smoothness, she leaned down to rub her face against it, closing her eyes and luxuriating in the soft pillow-like feeling. Her hands wandered down Julie’s equally soft thighs as Julie laid back on the deck with Alice nuzzling her face into her vulva. Having done it so many times now, Alice was becoming quite adept at knowing what to do to make a woman feel good. Judging by the sounds that each woman made, or the way her hips squirmed, Alice was able to tell if she was doing it right. And what they all seemed to have in common was that every woman liked to have the little nub at the top of their pussy touched.

Alice pressed her face firmly against Julie’s pussy, feeling the wetness against her skin while moving her face around.

“Oh my, she is good!” Julie remarked to the others.

“I told you!” laughed Kathy, “I’ll take her over my vibrator any day.”

Alice kissed Julie’s pronounced clit, sucking it into her mouth.

“Ooohhh…,” Julie moaned.

Alice rolled it in between her lips, drawing out more gasps and moans. Why do I enjoy making women moan so much? Alice wondered, as she felt something dribbling down her chin, prompting her to push her face further into Julie’s pussy, coating it with the woman’s juices.

Suddenly, Julie clenched her soft cushiony thighs against Alice’s head, trapping it as she let out a wail, drenching Alice’s face and chest with a gush of fluids. After a moment, Julie scooted forward, sliding back into the water as Alice moved over to her side.

Helen and Kathy came over to Alice, each giving her a brief but passionate kiss, “It’s getting late and we have to be getting back home, sweetie. Thank you so much. Will we see you next Friday?”

“Yes. I’ll be here every Friday and Saturday night,” Alice happily informed them.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. We’ll be here too. Until next time.” Kathy and Helen climbed out of the hot tub, and dried off, leaving Alice and Julie alone. Feeling comfortable enough with the woman beside her, Alice leaned back against Julie, nuzzling her face against Julie’s large breast, “I can’t believe how big your boobies are. I didn’t know they could get this big.”

Julie chuckled, “Most women tell me that. I’m glad you like them.” With her hand on Julie’s leg, Alice cuddled against her, closing her eyes.

Julie put her arm around the girl, “You tired?”

“A little,” Alice answered, “but I don’t want to leave yet. This feels good.”

“It feels good to me too,” Julie closed her eyes. “I could stay right here forever.”

After a few minutes, Julie said, “I’m falling asleep. I think I need to go home myself.” She stood up and went over to the side and climbed out.

As she was drying herself off, she told Alice, “I would like to see you again. Do you think you would be able to come over to my house sometime tomorrow?”

Alice’s eyes lit up, “Yea.”

Julie smiled, “I live nearby at 742 Evergreen Terrace. It’s a small yellow house. You want to come over, say about ten?”

“Okay.”

“Great!” Julie came over and leaned down, kissing her, “Good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Alice watched her walk back inside, admiring her large butt. Alone, she leaned back, closing her eyes, enjoying the warm water against her skin. It felt so relaxing, that she had to remind herself not to relax too much and fall asleep. She needed to thoroughly enjoy every minute that she was here since it would be a whole week before she could come back. A few moments passed, then she was startled by the sound of the door opening. Looking at the door, she was surprised to see an elderly woman stepping outside. She looked to be even older than her grandma. She was covering her body as if she didn’t want anyone to see her naked, her eyes looking around uncertainly.

Suddenly noticing Alice in the hot tub, her eyes widened as she apologized, “Oh I’m so sorry. I must have gotten turned around. I didn’t know anyone was out here.”

Alice sat up, interested, “That’s okay.”

“I won’t disturb you.”

“You’re not disturbing me,” Alice quickly reassured her, “You can come in if you want.”

Still looking unsure, the woman came over, her eyes widening, then stated, “Why, you’re just a child.”

“So?”

“You can’t be here. I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Why not?”

“Because ladies come here to…,” the woman couldn’t bring herself to continue.

“I know,” Alice grinned, “That’s why I came.”

“But why? Do your parents know where you are?”

“No,” Alice replied in a nonchalant voice. “What’s wrong with being here?”

“Because it’s illegal for you. And it’s just… wrong.”

“I don’t think it’s wrong. I want to be here. I like it.”

The woman didn’t know how to answer this. She shivered in the chilly night air. “The water’s warm,” Alice coaxed her. Still looking unsure, the woman stepped in, sitting down across from Alice.

“I just can’t believe you would come to a place like this,” the woman said.

“Then why did you come?”

The woman pursed her lips together, looking around, “I really don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before.” Looking up, the woman said, “I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I’m Doris.”

“My name’s Alice. I’m actually pretty new here myself. This is only my second time.”

“How old are you by the way?”

“Ten.”

“Good Lord! I have great-grandchildren the same age as you,” Doris told her disapprovingly, “I still can’t believe that you actually want to be in a place like this. I can’t believe that I’m even here.”

Alice glided through the water, across the tub, to sit beside her, “Why did you come if you didn’t want to?”

“My husband passed on not too long ago. I missed him, of course, and my family and friends were able to keep me from feeling lonely, but one thing they couldn’t replace was the intimacy that he and I had. I missed that part of our relationship and so I began thinking of how to replace it. No man could ever replace Herb and I just couldn’t bring myself to share myself that way with another man. It… it just wouldn’t seem right. But a woman… especially one my age… it wouldn’t be cheating and I wouldn’t be uncomfortable showing another woman my body. So, when I found out about this place, I decided to see what it was like. I didn’t know what to expect. I was really looking for someone that I could be comfortable with. So when I came here, everyone seemed so much younger and at my age, my body isn’t what it used to be. I decided to leave and thought this was the changing room when I came out here.”

“My mom says that everyone is beautiful in their own way.”

Doris smiled, “That’s sweet of you to say, but after so many years, I’m not much to look at.”

“Well, I think you’re beautiful,” Alice rose up, sitting herself behind Doris, and wrapping her arms around the woman to cup her breasts.

“What are you doing?” Doris asked surprised.

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” Alice asked as she gently squeezed.

“Well yes, but you shouldn’t be doing such things.”

“Why not? That’s why I’m here. I want to make you feel good.”

“But you can’t just… Oh my!” Doris suddenly reacted to the little girl’s hand sliding down between her legs. Doris looked down as Alice’s fingers pushed inside her hairy pussy. Doris drew in her breath and placed her hand on Alice’s, trying to stop her. “Alice…”

“Do you want me to stop?” Alice asked.

Doris felt the little girl’s fingers wiggling around inside her, stirring up feelings that she hadn’t felt in twenty years and with her trembling breath, she groaned, “No.”

Alice snuggled up against Doris as her hands continued to roam over the woman’s body.

“I can’t remember the last time that Herb touched me like this.”

Alice propped her face upon Alice’s shoulder, whispering, “You can touch me too.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“I want you to.” Alice came around, standing in front of Doris. Taking the older woman’s hand, Alice guided it over her flat immature chest. Doris pulled back, whispering worriedly, “This isn’t right.”

“It’s not wrong.”

Gradually, Doris’ hesitation faded, allowing the girl to move her hand along her young body. Then Doris was moving her hand on her own. Alice took Doris’ drooping breasts in each hand, admiring how they hung down. Doris was different than the other women, more of a kind, doting grandmother than one of the horny women inside. Doris was as much of a naïve virgin as Alice was last night, and that attracted Alice tremendously. With Doris, she didn’t feel lust as she did with the others, but more of an intimate passion. She found herself leaning closer, wanting to do something she hadn’t done with the others. She wanted to kiss Doris. She pressed her lips against Doris’. The moment was brief but magical.

When Alice pulled away, Doris sighed breathlessly, “Ohhh myyy…That was nice.”

“Yea…,” Alice agreed.

“You really like doing this?”

Alice nodded, grinning broadly. “I want to do more.”

“What?”

“Anything we want.”

Alice’s hand wandered down Doris’ belly to between her legs. Her finger sliding along the length of the woman’s vulva. Alice’s finger slipped inside, drawing a gasp. Her finger moved up and down, sometimes in a circle, creating feelings within her that Doris hadn’t felt in so long.

Doris closed her eyes, sighing quietly, her face showing a range of expressions and as her breathing deepened, she began to quietly moan.

Alice felt Doris’ legs parting. Her finger kept moving, bringing out more feelings.

“Ohh… right there…,” Doris whispered, “Oh… oh… oh… oh…”

Alice kept up a gentle pressure on Doris’s clit, causing her to make an almost crying sound.

Alice held her with her left arm as Doris held on to her, then fell back, breathing hard, whispering, “Oh… thank you… thank you… thank you so much…”

After awhile, Doris wiped her eyes, “I never thought it could feel that way.” She straightened up, thinking, “I can’t remember the last time that Herb and I were intimate. I think it was during President Reagan’s second term.”

“Who’s he?”

Doris chuckled and patted Alice’s arm, “Before your time.” Doris breathed out and looked at the little girl before her.

Alice watched her lick her lips, her hand began to reach out, then she pulled it back.

“Go on,” Alice encouraged her.

“I feel so ashamed for having these wicked thoughts about you.”

“It can’t be wicked if I want it as well.”

Doris smiled slightly, then quietly asked, “Would it be okay… if I could kiss you… down there?”

Alice smiled, “Of course,” stepping out of the tub and sitting on the edge beside Doris.

Doris’ eyes widened at the young pussy before her, “Oh my!….”

She touched it tenderly, over and over, pulled the outer lips apart to gaze at the soft pinkness inside. She leaned forward and placed her lips upon it, deeply inhaling her aroma. Then she gave it a long, slow lick.

Alice, watching this, trembling at the sheer sexual excitement of this elderly lady, who probably went to church every Sunday, doing something so passionate.

Doris continued licking her until Alice felt the familiar feeling building up inside her. Having already had an orgasm so recently, this orgasm wasn’t very strong, but it still felt nice. Doris pulled back, smiling, “Thank you so much… I hope you enjoyed that.”

“Oh, I did.,” Alice assured her, coming down again into the water and wrapping her arms around Doris before kissing her. For several minutes, they sat there, holding each other, sometimes giving little kisses and touches. “This is so wonderfully relaxing, I’m about to fall asleep. I really should get home, but I want you to know that I’ve had the most wonderful time. Would you like to visit me sometime?”

Remembering that she was also going to Julie’s house in the morning, Alice nodded, “Uh-huh, how about tomorrow around noon?”

Doris thought, “Yes, I think that could work. I’ll be going to church in the morning with my neighbor, Tammy, and then my oldest son and his family will be coming by to visit afterwards, but they never stay long. So, I think about noon will be best”

Doris hugged Alice, “Oh Alice… you’ve changed my life so much. I can’t wait to see you again.”

Doris quickly gave Alice her address, “I wish you could come home with me tonight, but I know that you need to go home yourself. Can I give you a ride?”

“No thanks. I want to stay a little longer and the lady who lives here will give me a ride.”

They both stood up, walking toward the towels folded neatly on a chair. As they dried off, Doris told her, “Thank you, Alice…thank you so much. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

Alice followed Doris to the changing room, waiting while Doris got dressed and left after one last kiss.

Going over to the couches and being so comfortable in this environment, Alice knelt down before one of the women sitting and began fingering her pussy. As the woman watched, she scooted forward, opening her legs so that Alice could lick her as well.

What a world this is, Alice thought. Where else can you walk up to a strange woman and just start having sex with her.

As Alice probed her finger inside the woman, the woman responded in kind by holding on to Alice’s head. Soon, Alice felt the woman’s thighs squeezing her head and juices soaking her face.

Alice pulled back, proud of her achievement. She scooted over to the next woman sitting beside her and proceeded to lick her pussy too. And she didn’t just lick it, she mashed her face into it, smearing her juices all over her already-glistening face. Soon, she felt this woman coming too, coating Alice’s face even more.

Another woman came over, sitting down near Alice. Looking up, she recognized Susan from last night.

“I was hoping to see you again,” Susan told her happily. ­

As Alice moved towards her, Susan laid down instead, asking, “Lay on top of me so I can do you too.”

Alice stood up and carefully crawled up on top of Susan, laying herself down in a 69 position, with Susan guiding her. As Alice began playing with Susan’s pussy, she felt Susan doing the same.

After a while, Alice noticed the other women, clustered around them, silently watching, many of them rubbing their pussies. This attention spurred Alice on even more as she found that she liked the idea of them leering at her naked body, and at her licking a woman’s most private place, having her face and hair soaked with their juices. She continued licking Susan, and watched them watching her.

Turning her attention back to Susan’s pussy, she admired the little intricacies. The little bumps, the trickle of juice running down her thigh, the thing at the top that always seem to get the biggest reaction when Alice touched it.

Abruptly, Alice’s attention was drawn away by Susan’s fingernail scratching her butt crack.

“Ooh, that does feel nice.”

Alice pushed her butt back against Susan’s finger and soon felt it brushing against her butthole. Alice pulled her face away from Susan’s pussy and gasped as she felt Susan’s finger push inside. She shuddered from the feeling, closing her eyes.

With Susan’s tongue on her pussy and her finger in her butt, all thoughts of licking Susan’s pussy left her, she just wanted to relax and enjoy this. She felt another orgasm coming. It was much weaker, but still satisfying, although it made her sleepy. She laid her head down on Susan’s thigh, her finger casually moving back and forth inside Susan’s pussy, her eyes fluttering….

*****

“Alice?” Alice stirred at hearing her name. Her eyes fluttered and she looked around. Everyone seemed to be gone, except Susan, whose lap her head was resting on. She sat up, yawning, “Where is everyone?”

“They’ve gone home,” Susan answered.

Rebecca was carrying an armload of sheets towards the garage, “Oh, is she awake?”

“Yes,” Susan told her.

Rebecca commented to Alice, “Well, it looks like you really outdid yourself.”

“Huh?,” Alice asked questioningly.

“She’s talking about your hair,” Susan told her, “It’s sticking up every which way from all the pussy juice in it. Your face is covered in pussy juice too.”

Alice ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the stiffness. “Yea, I had sex with…,” she counted on her fingers, “…seven women.”

“Wow!” Susan laughed.

Seeing Alice’s tired eyes closing, Susan told her, “C’mon, let’s take a shower. I need one almost as bad as you do and then we need to get you home so you can go to bed.”

They walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Susan bent over, turning on the water and adjusting it. Alice couldn’t resist placing her hands on her butt.

“You still want to go some more?” Susan teased, her eyes laughing. Alice smiled shyly. Susan turned around, lathering her hands and then soaping Alice up. Susan scrubbed the stiff locks of Alice’s hair, “If I didn’t know already, I would ask you what you have in your hair.”

Rebecca stepped into the bathroom, “I must tell you Alice, that so many of the ladies really enjoyed watching you, as well as commenting on how good you are with your tongue.”

“That she is,” Susan agreed, kissing the top of her head and then turning off the shower.

“Would you be able to take her home?” Rebecca asked her.

“Of course.”

Susan turned off the water and dried both of them off, then they went into the changing room to get dressed.

Alice yawned again, her eyes half-opened.

“It’s way past your bedtime,” Susan pulled on her bra, “I hate that I kept you up so late, but I’m so glad I did.”

“Me too,” Alice agreed, her eyes fluttering again.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Susan led her out to her car and drove her home.

 

Alice has a busy day ahead of her in Chapter 3!

 

 

Tears of the Sun, Chapter 3

  • Posted on December 16, 2018 at 2:32 pm

by Purple Les

The tall man stood by the dying campfire, staring at the figure in the bedroll. He saw the hat resting over the face of the sleeping person, and recognized it as belonging to The Tequila Kid.

Drawing his gun, he pulled the hammer back and silently drew closer until he was almost standing over the body in the bedroll.

He fired four shots into the center of the body, paused, then shot twice into the hat. Releasing his held breath, the man holstered his empty pistol. He took a flat pint bottle of whiskey from his jacket and, with a soft, satisfied chuckle, pulled the cork out — then he heard a rifle being cocked behind him.

He gave a startled jump, and his bottle hit the ground with a dull thunk, its contents spilling into the dirt.

Grinning mirthlessly, The Kid stepped into the dim light of the fire, her Winchester cocked and ready.

*****

The Kid had been lying low in the grass near the camp. She’d fixed up the bedroll to look like she was in it, then made a big campfire and hid herself.

She’d waited almost two hours. As the fire burnt itself low, The Kid watched the man creep into the camp. As soon as she saw his hat — a battered bowler with one eagle feather in it — she recognized the man as Charlie Redeye. She’d run into the half-breed Indian before, even tangled with him a time or two.

The Kid watched as Charlie emptied his gun into what he’d thought was her, wincing when she saw two more bullet holes appear in her hat. Damn his hide, she thought.

They called the man Charlie Redeye for a reason — and The Kid knew for certain that there’d be a bottle of rotgut whiskey in his hand as soon as he holstered that empty gun. She waited for him to tug the cork out, then cocked her rifle. The startled half-breed flinched almost violently, dropping his bottle.

She stood a few feet behind him. “You’re losin’ your touch, Charlie,” The Kid said. “Time was, you wouldn’t of fallen for a sorry-ass trick like that.”

“H-howdy, Kid.” Charlie said, trying to sound calm, but his voice shook like his hands. “I knew that weren’t you. No, I just come to warn you. Big trouble.”

“You got a right peculiar way of warnin’ someone.” the Kid said slowly.

“Aw, Kid.. y’got me all wrong,” Charlie Redeye protested. “I just figgered it would be a good laugh, shootin’ up your bedroll like that.”

“Who hired you to track me?”

Track you? What’re you talkin’ about? I just came out this way.”

“But you just said that you came to warn me, Charlie. To warn me about somethin’ by putting six bullets in me, that is. Who hired you?”

Charlie sighed. “Where’s ‘at little girl, Kid?”

“What little girl?”

“While you was out there, you found a girl on the trail and brung her here.”

“Oh, that girl. She’s dead. How’d you know it was a girl, Charlie?”

The half-breed snorted disdainfully. “You carry dead kids ‘round the desert? C’mon, Kid.”

“She weren’t dead when I picked her up. She was when I got her here. You gonna stop pussyfootin’ around, Charlie, and say who the hell hired you to come after me?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” the half-breed insisted, glancing down at his spilled whiskey. “You made me drop my bottle, Kid. That wasn’t nice.” He shook his head sorrowfully.

The Kid spat on the ground. “Okay, I’ve had enough of this. Charlie, put your hands in your back pockets and lay face down.”

Charlie Redeye carefully did as the Kid ordered. The Kid came over and took his gun, knife, and a derringer hidden in his boot. Then she stood back and said, “Where’s your horse, Charlie?”

Charlie didn’t answer, only said, “Where’d you bury the girl? I don’t see no dug ground anywhere.”

“How come you’re so interested in a dead girl, Charlie?”

“She’s worth some money to me.”

The Kid sighed. She wasn’t getting anywhere, even though she was the one holding the rifle. “You’re wastin’ my time, Charlie. I reckon I’ll have you dig a pit. About three foot wide, five foot deep.”

Now Charlie’s eyes shone with fear. “I got no gun, Kid. You wouldn’t shoot a man down in cold blood like that. You always play fair, ain’t that right?” He tried to keep his voice steady, but The Kid could see that Charlie was shivering.

Drawing closer, she glanced down at the half-breed’s dropped bottle, now about two-thirds empty. “Goodness me, Charlie. Was that all the liquor you had?”

“Y-yeah. There’s still some of it left, huh? Can I have me a drink, Kid? Just one.” She could hear the need in Charlie’s voice. He probably sobered himself up to steady his hand before he shot at me. So he’s been a long while without, specially for him.

Reaching for an empty cup that rested near her bedroll, The Kid said, “Get up, Charlie. Sit by them rocks over there.” Wincing as he rose to his feet, Charlie did as he was told.

The Kid had put a generous pinch of a certain herbal mixture in the cup hours before. Now she took a rag and picked up the coffee pot by the fire, then filled the cup halfway.

Moving over to where Charlie’s bottle lay, the Kid picked it up and filled the mug to the brim with whiskey. She saw Charlie lick his lips.

She placed the cup on the ground near where Charlie sat, then backed up, keeping the rifle aimed at him.

“Drink up.” The Kid said. “You’re gonna need your strength. After you dig the pit, you’re gonna get in it and I’ll fill it in. Maybe with just your head sticking up, you might give me some answers.”

Charlie slowly reached out for the cup. “I won’t give you no answers, Kid.” He quickly gulped the contents, then made a face. “Shit, what kinda coffee is that?”

The Kid laughed. “It’s an old family recipe.”

“Huh?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Just a joke.”

He stared longingly at the bottle. “Can I have another drink, Kid? One more, that’s all.”

The Kid laughed again, louder this time. “Believe me, you’ve had all you need, Charlie.”

“What?” The half-breed’s eyes were already becoming glassy, his cheeks flushed. He started to smile, even though there was nothing to smile about. Then he fell on his side laughing.

The Kid stood patiently, waiting for the herb to take hold. Finally, she asked, “Why you care so much about some girl in the desert, Charlie?”

“Man sent me to find you and her. Get big money when the job’s done.” Charlie didn’t intend to answer, but somehow he couldn’t help himself — or stifle his laughter.

“Who’s this man?”

“Don’t know his name. I ain’t telling you nothing else, Kid.” But Charlie couldn’t stop laughing, and the words continued to flow from his lips. “He’s a huge fella. Black curly hair. Big mustache. Flat nose. Has a voice like a boulder rollin’ down a hill.” Charlie’s mind told him to shut up, but his mouth wouldn’t quit. “I ain’t sayin’ no more, Kid,” Charlie paused, then burst into laughter again. “I don’t know who he works for,” he managed between giggles. “And that’s the truth. Never found out his name, either.”

“Where did you say your horse was, Charlie?”

Charlie Redeye laughed so hard he farted. Then he gasped, “She’s — she’s tied up just south of here.” Turning his head, he puked, then passed out.

Filling the empty cup with spring water, The Kid dashed it in Charlie’s face. He came to, spluttering.

Standing above him, her voice tight with anger, she asked, “Why do they care so much about the girl, damn you?”

He was dazed, slurring his words. “I dunno. But… but they have plenty money for me if she dead. No matter how I find girl, get… get big money for her dead.” Charlie lost consciousness again, and The Kid knew that he wouldn’t awaken for hours.

She quickly found the horse, led him back to the camp and let him drink his fill, then tied him by the sweet grass where he could eat. Taking the rope off the saddle, she tied up Charlie Redeye, loosely enough that he’d eventually manage to free himself. Spreading his bedroll out, she shoved him onto it, then dragged him over to the rocks, cursing all the while. He’d put on weight since they’d last met.

Now to go fetch Button, she told herself. As she passed by her bedroll, The Kid spied her hat. Pausing to pick it up, she shook her head sadly, fingering a couple of the bullet holes that perforated it. Hell’s bells, I spent five bucks for this hat. Look at it now.

Clapping it on her head with a shrug, The Kid ran down to Arabella, hoping the girl had managed to keep her nerve. “Button?” she called out as she drew close.

She gave silent thanks when the girl popped up from her hiding place and raced to meet her. Arabella had heard the shots and was frightened, but trusted The Kid’s words and stayed put.

When they met, Arabella squeezed The Kid tightly about the waist. The Kid hugged her back, giving the child a kiss on the forehead.

“It’s okay now, Button. Let’s go back to camp. We’ll have a bite and some coffee, then head on out of here.”

Arabella stared at the bound, unconscious man as they approached the fire. “I heard the shots, Kid. I was mighty scared, but I did like you said.”

The Kid reached out to playfully tousle the girl’s hair. “And I’m real proud of you for keeping the promise you made, Button. You helped me a lot.”

They ate a hasty breakfast, then made preparations to depart. While Arabella washed herself in the spring, The Kid went through Charlie Redeye’s saddle bags. She took apart his rifle and pistol and threw them in the water, along with his knife, but decided to keep the derringer. The Kid found three bottles of whiskey in the saddle bags and broke all but one on the rocks. She set that bottle near Charlie, then filled his canteen with water. She was tempted to help herself to some of his beef jerky, but finally decided to leave Charlie’s food untouched in his saddlebag.

Moments later, The Kid and Arabella broke camp. Untying the horse, The Kid set the girl on the front of the saddle, then mounted just behind her.

“What about that man?” Arabella asked, glancing over at Charlie.

“I reckon he’ll sleep about twelve hours, then spend another couple hours gettin’ untied. Don’t worry, Button, he’ll be fine.”

Arabella looked around, a puzzled expression on her face. “Where’s all them chickens we been eating?”

“I reckon they run off somewheres,” the Kid replied, smiling to herself as she got the horse walking.

As they rode downstream, the creek grew bigger and the grass got thicker. It was early in the morning, and The Kid figured they could travel for three, maybe four hours before it got too hot. She could handle it, but wasn’t sure about Arabella.

After awhile she noticed that sometimes Arabella would push herself up against the saddle horn, smile and then ease off. The Kid knew just what she was up to, and had to grin herself. As time passed, the shirt Arabella wore had ridden up to her thighs, giving The Kid a good look at the little girl’s bare legs. Gotta admit, I like what I see. She’s a sure ‘nough cutie, no doubt about it.

They dismounted around 10 AM by some shady trees, to eat and rest the horse. The Kid took some hardtack from her bag and shared it with Arabella. It was the last of their food, and there wasn’t much of it.

Taking a slug from the canteen, The Kid studied the girl. “Listen, Button. I want us to play a little game where we don’t use your real name for a spell. Okay?”

Arabella shrugged. “Okay. How come?”

“No good reason, I guess. Just humor me.”

“If you say so, Kid.” They fell silent, gnawing at the stale hardtack.

“Say, Button. You’re a pretty smart girl, ain’t ya?” The Kid asked as she swallowed her last bite.

Arabella brushed crumbs from the front of the oversized shirt. “Well, I can read and write, and cypher some. Why?”

Reaching into her saddlebag, The Kid withdrew all the papers that she’d gathered from the dead men in the badlands. She handed them to Arabella. “I never learned to read. Could you tell me what these say?”

The Kid listened carefully as Arabella read through the papers aloud. Some of the words were too difficult for her, and the handwriting on a few pages was mostly illegible, but the girl did her best, gamely making her way through the lot. The Kid put aside any papers that seemed like they’d be of use in court, but held onto the rest just in case.

As they cleaned up and got ready to leave Arabella said, “Um, I got to tell you something bad I done, Kid.”

“What would that be, Button?” The Kid asked, genuinely puzzled.

The ten-year-old blushed and stared at the ground, but forced herself to continue. “Back when we was at the rocks, I watched while you diddled yourself. You thought I was asleep, but I just pretended. I’m sorry, Kid. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it.”

The Kid smiled. She liked the word the girl used. Diddled. It sent a warmness between her legs, thinking of the little girl watching as she touched herself. She said, “Well, I guess I don’t mind none, though if I’d knowed you was awake, I would of waited till later.” She paused, studying the child’s embarrassed face. “Did it bother you, seein’ me do that?”

“Gosh, no! You’re beautiful, Kid.” Arabella shyly replied. “I didn’t know there was anyone who diddled, ‘cept for me and my sister. She showed me how, and we liked doin’ it together.” Realizing what she said, Arabella blushed again. “Um… I hope you don’t think I’m bad cause of that.”

“Not a bit.” The Kid answered.

They mounted the horse and set off again. After a few hours, the trail grew smooth and clear, so the Kid got the horse up to a trot for a spell. Then she slowed him down to a walk, furrowing her brow as she sniffed at the air. “Think I smell a wood-burnin’ stove, Button. That means there’s a farm or a ranch up ahead.”

“There is?” replied Arabella who, much as she loved The Kid’s company, was growing weary of being on horseback. “Are we gonna go there?”

“We’ll pay ‘em a visit, at least… if they’ve got a barn, maybe they’ll let us bunk down in it for the night.” She coaxed the horse into a gallop.

Moments later, they came to a small cabin, which did have a barn close by. The Kid dismounted and walked the horse toward the cabin while Arabella remained in the saddle.

A woman emerged from the barn, a shotgun cradled under her arm. The Kid stopped and the horse made a snorting noise. Arabella sat silently.

The woman gave them a hard stare. The Kid said, “Howdy.”

The woman hadn’t raised the shotgun yet. She said, “Howdy. You folks is a ways off the trail.” The Kid hadn’t bothered wearing her guns, since she had no ammo left for them.

The older woman stared at a young woman dressed like a man in Levi denim pants, cowboy boots, a grey and white checkered shirt, green corduroy vest, and a battered hat filled with holes. She also took note of the bright blue eyes, rusty red hair in braids and tattoos on the woman’s chin. It made her think of some stories she’d heard.

Then she looked closer at the child on the horse, an ordinary cute-looking little girl who seemed to be wearing nothing except a man’s shirt.

“Ma’am,” the Kid started, “We both of us ran into a peck of trouble back in the badlands. Me and the girl been riding together since.”

“Go on,” the woman said, taking a few steps closer to the strangers to get a better look and save her voice. “What you want here?”

“Well, ma’am. We was hopin’ maybe you’d let us bed down for the night in your barn. It smells like rain tonight. If you’d be so kind, we’d leave in the mornin’ first thing, ‘specially if you could direct us to the nearest town.”

The woman looked at them and considered the request. “Well, I reckon that would be all right. I don’t get much company up here. Why don’t I show you where to bed your horse, then we can have us some coffee and get acquainted.”

“We thank you right kindly, ma’am.” the Kid said as she helped Arabella off the horse. The child’s shirt rode up as she climbed down, and The Kid saw a prickle of interest in the woman’s eyes as she got a brief glimpse of Arabella’s bare bottom.

“Listen,” the woman said, “My name ain’t ‘ma’am’, it’s Annie. Annie Bloom.”

Extending her hand, The Kid and said, “Pleased to meet you, Annie. This pretty li’l flower don’t know her real name. So I call her Button.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Bloom.” Arabella said, shaking Annie’s hand. “We’re much obliged to you for your kindness.”

Annie Bloom smiled and said, “It’s Miss Bloom, and you’re welcome, Button.”

The Kid thought for a moment, looking at Annie. The woman was maybe in her thirties. She wore a skirt that went down to her boots and a plain white blouse — clothes made for farm work. Her dark brown hair was pulled back, tied with a faded blue ribbon. Her face was tanned and weather-beaten, but twinkling blue eyes showed a kindness hidden under the woman’s gruff exterior. Her hands were small but looked strong, and she seemed to have a husky figure, but it was hard to tell through her clothes.

Now Annie Bloom was looking in her direction. “Well now, stranger, what’s your name?”

The Kid took off her hat and held it to her chest. “Folks round these parts know me as The Tequila Kid.”

She knew from experience that this name would either bring trouble right off or be admired, and waited to see which. She was relieved when Annie grinned and said, “I had me a feelin’ you might be her. Well, this is gonna be a right fine time. I’m lookin’ forward to hearin’ some good stories tonight!”

Annie led them to the barn, so The Kid could get the horse settled in, then back to her cabin, where she put on the coffee pot. Turning to her guests, she rubbed her hands together briskly. “Well, it’s still a mite early… but what would you folks say to some supper?”

“Much obliged, Annie,” The Kid replied with a nod. “Right now, I can’t think of anything I’d like better.”

“Yes, please!” Arabella cried. “Thank you, Miss Bloom.”

The woman gestured toward a rough-hewn oak table with a bench and one chair. “Sit yourselves down.”

There was a wooden pie safe up against the northern wall of the cabin. Annie opened it, reached inside and emerged with an iron skillet, a golden crust circling the inside. “Made cornbread yesterday, and–” she took out a large tin pan filled with slabs of meat “–I got some dried venison. Cured it myself.”

“Looks mighty good,” The Kid said. “I’m ‘bout hungry enough to eat the table.”

Annie got some plates from a cupboard and passed them around, then took a long steel knife and cut generous slices of the cornbread, handing one to Arabella and one to The Kid, putting a third on her own plate.

Seating herself, she grinned at her guests. “Good bread, good meat — good gracious, let’s eat!” With that, they tucked in, and all conversation ceased for the moment.

The Kid had been right about the approaching rain. The sky grew dark, the wind began to howl and fat raindrops beat against the roof and windows. Inside the cabin, however, all was cozy, warmed by a pot-bellied stove that Annie occasionally fed with chunks of wood.

As they relaxed after their meal, Annie reached into the cupboard and brought out an earthenware jug. “Care for a taste?” she said.

“I wouldn’t say no,” The Kid replied with a smile.

“What is it?” asked Arabella, curious as always.

“Not for youngsters,” Annie said.

“Oh, that,” the girl said, making a face. “I had a sip of that stuff once before. It’s bad.”

Pulling the cork, Annie handed the jug to The Kid. “Let’s see what you think.”

The Kid took a pull — then her eyes went wide, and she exhaled noisily. “Mercy me!” she exclaimed, passing it back to the hostess. “That’s mighty strong.”

“Corn liquor, mostly,” the woman said, then took a generous swig. “This old boy I know cooks it. Got him a still down the road a piece. He puts somethin’ else ‘sides corn in it, but won’t tell no one what. Go on, have you another taste.”

They passed the jug back and forth once more each, then The Kid said, “That’s enough for me, Annie. Long ride tomorrow, I reckon.”

Just then, Arabella yawned deeply, and The Kid laughed. “My, my. I see a little girl who needs her some shut-eye. Whyn’t you lay down, Button? I’ll spread the bedroll out for you.”

Arabella made a face. “Don’t wanna be sleepy,” she pouted. “I wanna stay up and hear you tell stories, Kid.” But she yawned again. “Oh… hellfire!”

“We gotta rest up, Button,” The Kid said, already on her feet and preparing the bedroll. “Have to be back on the horse and on the trail first thing tomorrow. I’ll tell you stories while we ride, how ‘bout that?”

“Okay, I guess,” the drowsy little girl mumbled as she laid herself down. “I can still listen to you now, can’t I?”

“Course you can,” The Kid said, seating herself back at the table, winking at Annie. “Let’s see. I reckon the most exciting thing I ever done as a Ranger was when I rode in a posse that was chasin’ after Beefsteak Kelly and his gang.”

Annie nodded eagerly. “I heard tell of him.”

“Kelly was a handful and then some, sure ‘nough,” The Kid continued. “He was this wild Irishman who come out west when Boston got too hot for him and his boys…”

The Kid’s tale had Annie sitting on the edge of her chair, sometimes laughing and beating her hand on the table, or wide-eyed in awe.

As for Arabella, the rain, the warmth from the stove and the women’s voices soon lulled her into slumber. Within minutes, she was dead to the world.

Glancing over at the sleeping child, Annie shook her head. “Poor little mite… she’s been through a lot, ain’t she?” She stood, went over to her bed and took the top blanket away, then covered the little girl with it. Seating herself across from The Kid, she gazed evenly at the younger woman. “Tell me, how’d you come to be ridin’ in the middle of nowhere with a little girl who’s got nothin’ on but a man’s shirt? She ain’t no kin of yours, I can see that much.”

The Kid told Annie most of their story, but kept the details vague. It wouldn’t do to share information that might bring bad trouble down on this kindly woman. She did talk about what had happened to Button’s family… and Annie had to know, just as The Kid knew, that this child’s folks probably hadn’t been killed by real Indians, but white men in disguise.

When The Kid had finished talking, Annie sat motionless for awhile, then looked over at the dozing girl, sadly shaking her head. “Awful young to know such sorrow.” She turned back to The Kid. “Take good care of her, will you?”

“Like she was my own,” The Kid replied, determination in her voice.

“I believe you will,” Annie said, then stood, picking up the oil lamp from the table. “Well, I reckon it’s time to hit the hay.” She gazed at The Kid, a hint of shyness in her smile. “I wouldn’t think of lettin’ you stay out in that drafty barn tonight. And you’d only wake the child if you climb in the bedroll with her. Why don’t you bunk down with me?”

The Kid eyed Annie up and down and said, “Sure, why not.”

There was a chipped porcelain ewer on a small table next to the bed, with a large bowl beside it. Annie poured clean water into the bowl, then stripped completely naked and washed herself with a worn flannel — first her face, then under the arms and between her legs.

The Kid watched her every step of the way. Annie had a pleasing body, with breasts a little smaller than she thought they’d be, but they were still nice. The rest of her figure was wiry, but firm.

Annie turned to The Kid, gesturing toward the bowl. “Care to wash up?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” she replied, unbuttoning her shirt. Undressing completely, The Kid cleaned herself as Annie had done, washing off the sweat of the trail as best she could.

Annie looked the young woman up and down as she bathed, thinking that she’d never seen a lovelier body.

“Much obliged for that,” The Kid said, draping the flannel over the edge of the bowl. “Should I dump this water out back?”

You can leave it there,” Annie replied. She picked up her nightgown. “I most often sleep in the raw, but since I got company, I can put this on.”

The Kid shook her head. “Don’t think of me as company. I like sleepin’ raw too.” She took the nightgown from Annie’s hand and threw it aside. Drawing close, she gave the older woman a soft kiss on the mouth, then patted the bed, whispering, “Sit down, Annie.”

Annie silently obeyed, staring up at The Kid, her eyes dancing with excitement.

“Now, how can I thank you for your hospitality, Miss Bloom?” the Kid asked. “Maybe like this, for starters.”

She got down on her knees and spread Annie’s legs apart, bending down to nuzzle the woman’s inner thighs, her kisses traveling higher and higher until her lips were brushing Annie’s wet labia. Extending her tongue, The Kid gently traced the opening of her new lover’s slit.

Sighing blissfully, Annie placed her hands on the back of the Kid’s head. “Tarnation, Kid. You can do that to me forever.”

 

Now available!  The next thrilling installment — namely, Chapter Four! 

 

The Joy of Girls, Chapter 3

  • Posted on December 14, 2018 at 3:25 pm

Author Unknown

That Saturday morning, about the same Kori was waking up from her fitful sleep at her friend Becka’s house, her mother was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing frantically.

Sandra, the 39-year-old mother of Kori and Suzy, could not quite get over what had happened last night.

It started about 2 AM when she woke up needing to use the bathroom. She quietly got out of bed, trying not to wake her husband George; he had to go out of town early Saturday morning for a weekend business meeting.

Sandra crept through the hallway to the bathroom. Without turning on the light, she quickly did her business and stood up to return to bed. When she walked into the hallway, she heard an unmistakable sound coming from Suzy’s room.

Fearing the worst, Sandra tiptoed up the hall to Suzy’s door. She’d forgotten that Suzy’s friend Karen was spending the night; her first suspicion was that Suzy had sneaked boy into the house.

Instead, she was greeted by the sound of two girls, softly moaning and whispering dirty things to each other.

“Oh, yes, baby, eat my pussy,” urged Suzy in a low growl.

Karen responded with a purr and, “Mmm, lover, you taste sooooo good.”

Suddenly, and to her great surprise, Sandra was struck by a surge of arousal she hadn’t felt in ages. She’d experimented with girls in high school and on into college, but after she met George, had confined herself to the monogamous life. Now, sensual memories were flooding back as she eavesdropped on Suzy and her lover.

Almost as quickly, Sandra was jerked back into reality. I can’t do this! she scolded herself. That’s my daughter, for crying out loud. Summoning all her willpower, she turned and walked back to her bedroom, her cunt growing wetter with each step. Lying down, she tried to force herself to sleep, but her body wouldn’t obey.

The next two hours seemed to last all night. Finally, at 4:30, George’s alarm clock sounded, waking him for his trip. He quickly showered, shaved and dressed, then kissed his wife goodbye before heading out the door. That left Sandra alone with her thoughts churning and no way to tame them.

Finally, after another hour or so of wrestling with herself, she gave in and allowed herself to picture what she’d heard. She imagined Karen, her daughter’s pretty young friend, on her knees, face buried between Suzy’s smooth thighs.

As the women in the family were none too shy around each other, she occasionally saw Suzy naked, in the bathroom or for some other totally innocent reason. Picturing Karen took a bit of imagination, but Sandra arrived at what she thought was a pretty accurate image of the nude girl and set about her masturbation fantasy.

The guilt that had plagued her for hours left Sandra almost as soon as her hand found its way into her panties. Hurriedly stripping naked, the woman allowed her lust to run free and quickly arrived at a long-overdue climax.

As she lay there in the aftermath, an impossible question teased her: Would the girls be interested in me?

Without a great deal of hesitation, Sandra began to consider this notion. She thought and thought until she finally drifted off to sleep, just as the sun came up.

She didn’t sleep long, though. At 10 AM, she awoke and put her panties back on, went to the bathroom and quickly washed up and brushed her teeth and hair. Going back to the bedroom, she laid her most attractive nightie out on the bed.

Before putting it on, Sandra checked herself out in the mirror. For a woman nearing forty, she was still very attractive, she had to admit. Over the past couple of years, she had added a few pounds, but was by no means fat. Her breasts were still fairly firm, with just a hint of sag. A dark blond bush of pubic hair, just a shade darker than the hair on her head, adorned her pussy.

Turning around, she admired her ass. It was still incredibly firm for a woman of her age. Finally, taking a deep breath, she put on her gown and made her way up the hall.

Sandra was pleased to find the door unlocked. The element of complete surprise was what she needed here. Thinking to herself, It’s showtime, kiddo, she turned the knob and entered.

The girls were lazily snuggling together, but Sandra’s entrance awakened them and then some. A horrified Suzy yanked the covers over their naked bodies, but not quickly enough to prevent Sandra from getting a good look at both of the girls. The sight of her daughter’s perky breasts made her heart race.

Striding into the room, Sandra folded her arms and stared at the girls. “What are you two doing? And why are you both naked? Get up and get dressed.”

Knowing it was futile to argue, the girls reluctantly pushed the covers away and sat up. Trying to conceal her arousal, Sandra memorized every detail of their nude bodies as they dressed. Suzy was much like her mother, although her hair was a lighter blonde. She had quite large, firm breasts and a v-shaped, nicely trimmed bush of pubic hair. Karen was a bit smaller than Suzy in every respect, especially in the breast department. The girl’s modestly-sized breasts reminded Sandra of one of her lovers in high school. The girl’s shaved pussy really intrigued Sandra, exciting her in the worst way.

Once the girls were dressed, Sandra started asking questions. At first, the lovers tried to avoid answering, but Suzy’s mother made it apparent that she was in no mood to play around. Finally, Karen admitted that the two friends had been lovers for a couple of months.

Suzy was then asked to provide details. She stammered as she tried to form answers that would satisfy her mother without being too embarrassing. “Well, one night, I was staying at Karen’s house and we started talking about sex. She asked me if I ever… y’know, masturbated, and I told her yes. We wound up watching each other. Then later that night, we were doing it again, and I asked Karen if she’d ever made out with a girl. She said no, so we decided to try it. Before long, we were, um, doing more than just making out.” Suzy admitted.

Sandra wanted to know more, however. “What do you mean, more than making out?” she demanded, this time addressing the question to Karen.

The friend spoke up. “Well, we, um, went down on each other… you know, oral sex?”

“Yes, I’m familiar with the term,” Sandra retorted. After a long, thoughtful pause, she noticeably softened and told the girls, “You know, you should really try to be more quiet when you’re doing things like that. What if your sister had been home?” Without waiting for an answer, she got up and excused herself from the room. Before leaving, she turned to face the girls once more. “Do you want me to lock the door for you?” she said, a faint smile on her lips.

“Uh, you can leave it unlocked, Mom,” Suzy replied. She was shocked; did her mother actually approve of her having lesbian sex with Karen?

When the door closed behind Sandra, the girls turned to gape at each other, then they both grinned hugely.

“Can you believe that?” Karen said.

“I know, I know… God, she didn’t even seem upset! When she came barging in just now, I thought she was gonna kick me out of the house!” Suzy said.

Karen shook her head and said, “No, not that. I mean, the way she was looking at us.”

Puzzled, Suzy asked, “What? Looking at us how?”

Karen rolled her eyes and explained, “Couldn’t you tell? Your mom wants us!”

Suzy’s mouth dropped open as she, too, suddenly realized that her mother had seemed a little too interested in their relationship. Then she shook her head dismissively.

“Okay, maybe catching us in bed got Mom a little excited. Maybe she’s secretly into women, sure. But you’re saying that my own mother wants to have sex with us? With me? C’mon, girl… that’s just crazy!”

Karen just grinned. “It was how she was looking at us… especially you, babe. I was watching her kinda sneaky-like while we were getting our clothes on just now. She was totally checking you out! I’ve been in lesbian bars before — believe me, I know that kind of look. Your mom wants to fuck you.”

“I — I don’t know…” Suzy muttered.

“And why was she wearing that sexy nightie? Your dad’s out of town, right? Who else is here for your mom to look hot for? Just you and me, girl.”

“My God, you’re right! Mom never dresses like that in the morning. Wow… so you think she’s actually trying to seduce us?”

“I’d bet on it,” said Karen, rubbing her hands together. “The question is: are we going to give her what she wants?”

“You’re serious?” Suzy said. “You actually want a threesome with me and my mother?”

“Don’t you?” Karen fired back. “You’ve been telling me that you wanted to do something totally wild… what could be wilder than fucking your mom? Besides, you were the one saying how hot your twelve-year-old sister is, and how you got yourself off thinking about licking her pussy. Is there really that much difference?”

Suzy felt her face grow hot. Even since becoming lovers with Karen, she’d been noticing how cute her baby sister Kori was… and after she’d caught a glimpse of her naked sibling in the tub a few days earlier, Suzy had masturbated herself to a convulsive orgasm, dreaming of stripping nude, climbing into the bath with Kori and teaching her all about how girls love other girls. And just last night, she had confessed her incestuous fantasy to Karen.

She’s just using that to get me into bed with Mom, Suzy told herself.

But the more she pondered the idea, the more inviting it seemed. Her mother was still an incredibly sexy woman at 39… and if Karen was right, she was also attracted to girls. She still looks really great, too, Suzy admitted. If I was going to make love to a sexy older woman, I’d probably pick one who looks just like Mom.

After her initial shock, the teen was quickly warming to Karen’s suggestion, especially since it was obvious that Karen had intentions of seeing it through, either with or without the help of Suzy.

“You really want to do my mother?” Suzy asked. “And you want me to fuck her too?”

“Oh, yes,” cooed her sexy friend. Karen grasped her lover’s hand as she said, “Oh, Suzy, please do this. It’ll be so hot to watch you and your mom getting it on.”

It took all of two seconds for Suzy to agree. “Why not? Hell, I bet she’s in the bedroom fucking herself now,” she said, quickly stripping out of her clothes again.

A grinning Karen followed suit, and the couple tiptoed naked up the hallway to the master bedroom.

Sure enough, Sandra was lying on the bed, on top of the covers and completely nude with the door wide open, legs spread and fingering herself.

When she heard the girls, she looked up and smiled. “I wondered if you two would figure it out. Come on in.”

Karen and Suzy looked at each other in mixed astonishment and delight, then ran into the room, climbing on the bed to join Sandra.

Karen quickly took the initiative, lying down next to her lover’s mom. Cupping the older woman’s face, the sexy teen began to kiss her mouth, quickly sliding her tongue inside.

It had been almost twenty years since Sandra had last kissed a girl, but she instinctively responded, and before long the two were kissing like they’d been lovers for ages.

Meanwhile, the scene was getting Suzy hotter by the second. She seated herself at the foot of the bed, spread her legs and began to masturbate as she watched the steamy sight in front of her.

Soon, Sandra became aware of the action at the foot of the bed. Breaking the kiss, she purred, “Oh baby girl, I thought about you all night long. I’m so ready to taste you now. Please, sweetie, come to Mommy.”

Suzy couldn’t believe what was happening, that she was about to have lesbian sex with her own mom. Still, the erotic pull she felt was much too powerful to resist, and she crawled to the other end of the bed and lay back, offering up her naked body.

Sandra began to stroke her daughter’s thighs as she eyed Suzy’s lightly-downed sex. Finally, she pushed the girl’s legs apart and leaned forward, her lips making contact with Suzy’s juicy cunt. Heart throbbing crazily, she extended her tongue and gently licked about her daughter’s womanhood.

Suzy moaned softly, encouraging her mother. That was all Sandra needed. She began to go down on her daughter for real, her tongue probing ever deeper into the girl’s vagina. Reaching down, Suzy toyed with her throbbing clit and soon heard herself gasp, “Oh yes! Eat my pussy, Mommy! M-make me come, Mommy!”

Karen watched for as long as she could, then she simply had to get involved. Crawling behind Sandra, she began to lick the older woman’s cunt from behind, prompting loud, passionate moans from the mouth buried between Suzy’s legs.

The heated lesbian action continued just like this for several minutes, until Suzy suddenly felt her passion swelling, rising. With a long, loud moan, she climaxed. Hearing her little girl’s rapture, combined with the sensation of Karen’s tongue lapping at her own pussy, caused Sandra to follow Suzy’s orgasm with one of her own.

After the two women had recovered, Sandra said, “I think Karen needs some attention here, don’t you, sweetie?”

Suzy agreed, and they instructed the other girl to lie down between them.

They began by teasing her. First, Suzy would kiss her while Sandra nibbled on her small tits. Then they would switch and Suzy would allow her hand to briefly graze her lover’s moist slit. Karen was going crazy with lust. Finally, between kisses, She begged the others, “Please, my pussy is on fire. Someone please eat me!”

Sandra volunteered and crawled between Karen’s legs, busying herself with pleasuring the young girl. Suzy, meanwhile, occupied herself with both her lovers. After suckling her mother’s rosy nipples, she shifted to her friend’s breasts and lovingly kissed and caressed them, lightly biting the lust-engorged tips.

Under the circumstances, it wasn’t long before Karen too was coming, spouting a chain of filthy talk as her best friend’s mother got her off with her wicked tongue.

The three women, exhausted, collapsed on the bed, each of them panting, glazed in sweat.

Finally, Suzy broke the silence. “Mom, what if Kori had been here?”

The weight of Suzy’s question hung heavy in the air for the next few moments. The three lovers lay nestled in Sandra’s bed, tenderly touching one another while they pondered this new possibility.

Finally, Karen broke the silence. “God, Suzy, do you think Kori would really be interested in this?”

Suzy responded, “I don’t know, but I’m kind of thinking I’d like to find out. I’ve had a feeling lately that Kori has been fooling around with those cute friends of hers. Mom, how do you feel?”

A look of concern crossed Sandra’s face before she answered, “Oh, honey, I’m afraid to try that. She’s so young.” The girls looked disappointed for only a moment before the mother continued, “But I think it would be all right if you wanted to make love with her… but only if she’s willing.”

The two teens broke into wide grins. Sandra had just given them permission to seduce Suzy’s little sister! Karen giggled as she said, “Wow! I might get to fuck your whole family this weekend!”

Sandra smiled when she quickly pointed out that her husband was off-limits, prompting a snicker from the teens.

“As if!” Suzy scoffed. “Guys couldn’t interest me less.”

“Really,” Karen sighed, cuddling Suzy to her. “Girls are way more fun.”

Glancing at the clock, Sandra realized it would soon be time for Kori to come home. She kissed both her newfound lovers and promised that they would do this again soon, then headed for the bathroom to clean up.

The girls retreated to Suzy’s room, where they schemed on how best to seduce Kori as they dressed.

After their plan was conceived, Suzy went to the bathroom, where her mother was showering, and asked if she would be willing to do one thing to help them out.

“What is it, dear?” asked Sandra.

Suzy answered, “We need you to be gone for a couple of hours this afternoon.”

*****

The three of them had just finished cleaning up when Kori arrived. She entered the house to find her mother, clad in a bathrobe, blow-drying her hair in the bathroom, and Suzy and Karen involved in a PlayStation game in Suzy’s bedroom.

Quickly telling everyone hello, Kori felt she was walking on air as she went to her own room and closed the door. The memories of all the things she had experienced last night and this morning flooded through her mind.

She was brought back to reality by a knock on her door. Without waiting for an invitation, Suzy popped her head in. “Hey, Sis, Karen and I are going to her house to get some clothes; she’s staying here again tonight. Do you want anything to eat while we’re out?”

“Thanks, but no. I’m not really hungry,” Kori replied.

“See ya later then, kiddo!” Suzy blew her baby sister a kiss, then turned to leave.

As Suzy and Karen left, and Sandra returned to her bedroom, Kori found herself in complete solitude. Lying back on her bed, she began thinking about her two friends, now her lovers, Becka and Jenna. She recalled all the things they had done together. Kori slipped a hand into her panties and cupped her vulva, dreaming of what they could get up to next time as she dozed off.

The young girl slept for about an hour before she heard Suzy and Karen coming up the hallway. Realizing she needed to pee, Kori got up and walked out of her bedroom. That’s when she heard something she thought she wasn’t supposed to hear.

“Where can we hide this so Kori can’t find it?” asked Karen, making sure it was just loud enough to pique the little girl’s curiosity.

Suzy thought for a moment before answering, “How about in this bottom dresser drawer? Here — wrap it up in my overalls — I hardly wear those anymore.”

Karen agreed, “Yeah, that seems like a safe place.”

Kori went to the bathroom, wondering the whole time what her sister was hiding so carefully. Thinking it best to play it cool, she to her bedroom, where she again dozed off before very long. She’d had a long night, after all!

*****

The next thing she was aware of was her mother, nudging her to wake her up.

Kori stirred and mumbled, “Whassup, Mom?”

“I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving to go the grocery store. On my way there, I’m going to look in on Ms. Lassiter to see if she’s feeling any better. I’ll probably be gone for about two hours. Oh, and Suzy and Karen are gone to the mall and to catch a movie. They won’t be back until late this evening. See you in a while, hon,” said Sandra.

Kori mumbled a goodbye, then her mother left. She lay there until she thought she heard Mom’s car pull away, then got up and went through the house to verify that she was indeed alone. When she was satisfied with this, she made a beeline for her sister’s room and went straight to the dresser, determined to find whatever it was that she wasn’t supposed to see. What she discovered there was a complete surprise.

It was a porn movie, but not like the one she had found Suzy watching before. This one was all lesbian sex, according to the box.

She felt her pussy growing moist again as she padded over to Suzy’s TV and popped the tape into the VCR. Quickly removing her pajamas and panties, she settled back on her sister’s bed and began to watch.

The first scene was pretty tame, just two women taking turns fingering and eating one another. To a young girl with limited experience, however, it was incredibly arousing. She began to slowly rub her clit as she watched. As the scene progressed, so did Kori. Soon, she had worked two fingers into her vagina and was thrusting them in and out while she tickled the clit with her thumb.

After that, on a whim, she reached behind her with her free hand and began to toy with her anus. She used some of the wetness from her highly aroused pussy to lubricate the rosebud, then began fingering it as well. After an initial stab of discomfort, she found it quite pleasurable.

By the beginning of the second scene, she was deeply into her masturbation session, so much so that she didn’t hear a car quietly pulling into the driveway.

Carry on to Chapter Four!

 

Alice in Wonderland, Chapter 1

  • Posted on December 12, 2018 at 2:40 pm

by Girl Lover

Ten-year-old Alice walked along the sidewalk on her way home from school, peering through the trees at the mysterious, old, two-storey house, set far back from the street. All the kids at school believed that it was haunted and many of the boys would tell of how they had visited the house in the dead of night and told the most interesting tales of seeing ghosts. To Alice it didn’t look particularly creepy during the day, but she could imagine how it would look at night. Perhaps it was her sense of adventure and curiosity. Perhaps it was the chance of seeing a ghost with her own eyes, but Alice was determined to discover whether or not the old house was haunted.

*****

That night, after her parents went to bed, Alice listened carefully for any sounds from them but heard only silence. She thought again about how crazy this was; sneaking out this late at night to check out a haunted house. With her heart racing from excitement, she got out of bed and quickly got dressed, then climbed out of her window, dropping to the ground below.

The streets were silent as she walked quickly down the darkened road. Every now and then, a car would pass by. Several minutes later, she saw the house up ahead. Surprisingly, there were lights showing in all the windows, and a lot of cars in the long driveway leading up to it.

Hearing voices and laughter coming from the side, Alice crept through the darkness of the front yard towards a wooden fence, along the side of the house. Peering through the boards of the fence, Alice couldn’t believe what she saw.

There was a patio with a large hot tub embedded in it. Inside the hot tub were two middle-aged women, who looked completely naked. They were touching each other and occasionally kissing. A door opened and a third woman came out of the house, who was also completely naked. She stepped into the hot tub and began touching both of the other women.

Her mouth wide open in shock, Alice excitedly watched the women as they kissed each other’s bodies. What sort of haunted house was this? One of the women stood up and turned towards the fence, giving Alice an excellent view of her full hanging breasts.

Wooow! Alice breathed out quietly. All thoughts of searching for ghosts were gone. But as her eyes sparkled with delight, the three women climbed out of the hot tub and began drying off. Then they went inside the house, much to Alice’s disappointment.

Knowing there was no way she was simply going back home after what she had just seen, Alice left the fence and walked towards the house, hoping to peer into a window, in hope of seeing more. She went quickly from window to window, but all of them were covered with curtains, so she couldn’t see inside. However, she heard muffled noises and voices coming from each window. She was just barely able to see into part of one room, in which other women, not the ones from the hot tub, were lying naked on a bed, kissing.

Suddenly a car pulled up. Scared, Alice froze, hoping that she wouldn’t be spotted. The car parked and an older woman, about as old as her grandmother, got out. The woman walked up to the front door, opened it and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Shortly after, another car pulled up and another older woman got out and went inside.

The door isn’t even locked! Before the door closed, Alice, peeking around the corner of the house, just managed to see other naked women embracing on a couch inside. Curiouser and curiouser. Are they all naked? Alice wondered. She had to see more, but how?

What if I just open the door and look inside? She walked up to the door, a nervous excitement in her stomach, almost queasy. This is it! Holding her breath, she opened the door and saw a large living room with a stairway towards the right. Further into the living room, she could see several women, all naked, lying in each other’s arms on several couches. As she stared, her mouth hanging open, a naked woman came out of a doorway to the left.

“Why, hello there,” she greeted Alice enthusiastically.

Her mouth still open, Alice looked at the woman in fright.

“Don’t be frightened,” the woman continued, “Would you like to come inside?”

Dumbfounded, Alice nodded her head, unable to speak for the moment.

The woman was considerably older than her mother and slightly chubby. Her medium-length hair was starting to turn grey and her breasts drooped down. She extended her hand out to Alice and without knowing what she was doing, Alice took it, letting the woman lead her inside the room on the left.

“You can get undressed in here,” the woman told Alice, as if she had been expecting her all along.

Alice looked around at the piles of clothes on a shelf against the wall. She looked at the woman and saw the woman looking back expectantly. After a moment of confusion and wondering what she should do, her curiosity got the better of her and Alice found herself pulling her T-shirt off over her head. As she also pulled off her shoes and pants, her mind whirred as to what she was doing. She was actually taking off her clothes! Feeling the air upon her bare skin, she laid her clothes and shoes neatly on an empty spot on the shelf, then instinctively covered herself as she turned back towards the woman. Her mind boggled. I am naked in a house full of strangers.

The woman took her hand and led her out of the room.

“Let me show you around since this is your first time here. By the way, my name’s Rebecca. What’s yours?”

Alice looked up at her as they walked hand in hand.

“Alice.”

“Well, Alice, there’s a hot tub outside…,” Rebecca pointed to the left towards a glass patio door, “several bedrooms, and the loft is upstairs,” she pointed to the top of the stairs. “Enjoy yourself.”

Rebecca trailed her finger down Alice’s arm, then walked away toward one of the couches to join another woman there.

For several moments, Alice stood there, alone and naked, wondering what to do. This was so far beyond what she expected to happen when she came here. Drawn to the darkness of the loft upstairs, she walked over and slowly climbed the stairs, feeling the carpeted steps under her bare feet. Upstairs, all of the lights were off, casting everything into darkness. A hallway lay to her right, but what drew her attention were the soft muffled sounds coming from the darkness ahead. Walking forward slowly so as not to stumble, the soft moans became louder. Her fingers felt the soft fabric of a couch. She sat down on it and strained to see anything in the darkness, but couldn’t.

Suddenly, she gasped and jumped. Something was touching her leg. Someone’s hand. She turned towards where the hand was coming from, but as before, there was only darkness. Her breathing quickened both in exhilaration and fear, but the hand gently rubbing against her skin put her at ease. The hand slid slowly upwards towards her missy.

Curious, Alice reached out to the hand and touched it, then slid her hand up the arm in order to get a sense of the person behind the hand. Alice’s hand reached the shoulder and moved slowly downward across the chest. As her hand felt the unmistakable contours of a breast, her eyes widened in shock. Her hand continued slowly down the breast until she felt a nipple, then she jerked her hand back. She had just felt a woman’s breast.

The woman’s hand touched her missy. At the same time, she felt another hand, on the other side, touching her. She sat still and didn’t move, her heart pounding from excitement. After the initial shock of being touched, Alice began to relax as it began to feel nice, like a massage. She felt her legs being pushed apart, then something warm and wet against her missy. She sucked in her breath as a strange, wonderful feeling flooded her attention.

Her hands reached out, touching a woman’s head between her legs. The feeling inside her continued, growing stronger until it became too much, causing her to cry out.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHHHHhhhh!”

Her arms and legs went rigid as she winced, then as quickly as it had begun, it passed.

Alice collapsed into exhaustion, gasping for air, wondering what just happened to her. Eventually her strength returned and she heard the woman to the right of her whisper, “Do me now.”

Not understanding, Alice asked, “Do what?”

“Lick me.”

Still not understanding, Alice asked, “What do I do?”

The woman whispered, “Get on the floor between my legs and lick my pussy.” Remembering how it felt, Alice reasoned that there must be something about touching a pussy that makes it feel good.

Sliding down onto the floor and placing her hands on the woman’s legs, she slowly leaned forward and, with her hand, felt a thick thatch of hair hiding the woman’s pussy. Using her fingers to explore, she parted the pussy lips and smelled it to see if it smelled like pee. It didn’t, then she pressed her tongue into it. The woman’s pubic hair tickled her nose as she experienced so many sensations. Hot! Wet! Soft! Slightly tangy! She began giving little licks as if it were an ice cream cone.

Oh, my God! Alice thought excitedly, I’m doing this! I’m actually doing this! I’m licking a woman’s pussy!

As she licked, she felt fingers, from the woman behind her, touching her missy and butthole. She gasped, her butt cheeks clenching as she felt a finger poke inside her anus. At that moment, the woman in front of her suddenly moaned loudly, bucking her legs against Alice’s face and crying out. Alice felt something wet squirt onto her face and pulled back in surprise, wiping her face.

Did she just pee on me? It didn’t smell like pee, although it did have an odor.

But what surprised her even more was when she heard the woman behind her, still fingering her bottom, whisper, “God, I love your ass!”

Alice froze in panic as she heard the voice. It was Ms Kruse, her teacher! With her finger in her butt! She thought of school, earlier that day, to Ms Kruse teaching them. Moments later, she felt Ms Kruse pull her finger out and then to Alice’s shock, something soft and wet pressing against her butthole.

Oh! My! God! She’s licking my butt! My teacher is licking my butt!

A minute later, the woman sitting on the couch in front of her stood up and walked away. Alice, her eyes accustomed to the dark, watched her leave as she heard Ms Kruse behind her, stand up and then sit down in front of her. Alice stared at her teacher’s face, trying to see her, but it was too dark.

Ms Kruse was a young woman in her thirties with shoulder-length blond hair and an average body.

Alice looked at Ms Kruse’s pussy, but could see nothing, so she reached out and touched it. Unlike the other woman’s, Ms Kruse’s pussy was as hairless as hers.

Alice felt her teacher’s hand on her head, guiding it towards her pussy. As she did with the other woman, Alice licked her teacher’s pussy. Ms Kruse held her face against her it, cooing with every little lick that Alice gave her.

“You are so fucking good,” Ms Kruse moaned. Alice didn’t know exactly what to make of that statement, but it seemed that her teacher was enjoying what Alice was doing to her.

“Stick your finger in me,” Ms Kruse told her. Alice grimaced at the request, but hesitantly reached out with her finger and slowly pushed it inside her teacher’s pussy.

“Oh, yeees!” Ms Kruse really seemed to like that.

Curious, Alice pulled her finger out and stuck it in again.

A long, low moan came from her teacher. “Fuck my pussy.”

Alice’s eyes widened at her teacher’s words. She was beginning to enjoy this. Shortly, Alice felt Ms Kruse’s body tremble as she grunted loudly and then felt her teacher’s pussy juices flooding Alice’s mouth.

Alice tasted the liquid in her mouth, still wondering if it was pee.

What else could it be?

Her teacher’s grip on her head relaxed as Alice pulled back, listening to her teacher’s heaving breathing. As Alice watched and waited, wondering what her teacher would do, Ms Kruse simply said, “Thank you” and got up and left, having no idea that she just had sex with one of her fourth-grade students.

Looking around, Alice didn’t hear anyone around her and seemed to be alone in the loft. Standing up, she went over to the hall, curious if anyone was in the bedrooms.

Coming to the first doorway, she peeked in to see two couples laying on the bed, having sex. Unlike the loft, the lights were on so Alice could see every detail of their bodies. Engrossed with each other, the couples didn’t see Alice as she silently walked in. For a few minutes, she watched them quietly, till one of the women noticed her and motioned her to come over.

Alice did and the woman scooted over and patted the bed between her and the woman beside her. Alice crawled up on the bed as the women began fondling her. She, in turn, felt their bodies, closing her eyes as she relished the massage. The feeling was indescribable. Quiet giggles came to her ears as eight hands ran along her body, then a touch of something wet and warm between her legs. Then fingers lightly pressing under her knees, urging her legs up. Alice lifted her legs up, holding them back with her hands, as she felt a finger probe inside her.

At the same time her eyes widened in surprise as one of the women held her own breast out, guiding it towards Alice’s mouth, then pushing it against her lips. As her mouth opened, the breast fell into it. Being new to all this, she didn’t know quite what to do with this woman’s boob filling her mouth.

Seeing that Alice wasn’t reacting as she expected, the woman told her, “Lick the nipple…That’s it. Now bite it too.”

Alice’s eyes popped open at this, then she gently closed her teeth onto the woman’s nipple, looking at her expectantly.

“Yes…just like that,” the woman encouraged her. Alice tried to keep biting the nipple, but the tongue in her missy kept distracting her.

“Oh…,” she moaned, “That feels so good…”

“How about this?” A voice asked, feeling a finger pushing inside her missy.

“Y-yes…,” she stammered, “S-s-so g-good…” Her arms and legs trembled as her hips bucked up against the gently massaging hand.

“That’s it… you’re almost there…,” the women encouraged her as she whimpered.

Eventually, she began feeling that strange sensation between her legs that she felt earlier in the loft. A gasp escaped her lips as the strange incredible feeling again took her and held her tight.

“Oh… y-y-yes! … Oh!… Oh! ….”

Her back arched as her orgasm crashed within her. She groaned out loud.

“Huh… huh… huh… huh… huh… huh…”

She laid limply on the bed, her legs momentarily jerking. Her strength gone and gasping for air.

“You, okay?” She heard a strange voice. She turned towards the voice and saw a smiling middle-age woman sitting beside her. Another woman on the other side gently rubbed her legs. The other two women were gone.

“Did you like that?” The woman asked.

Alice nodded shyly.

“You were asleep for a few minutes and me and Susan wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Alice yawned as the woman said, “We were about to take a quick shower before leaving. Do you want to join us?”

Alice nodded as she sat up.

The women got up and walked out of the room with Alice following them. They went into a bathroom and Susan turned on the shower and the two women stepped inside and began soaping each other up. Alice stepped into the shower and Susan and the other woman soaped her up as well.

She began sliding her soapy hands over the women’s bodies as they smiled down at her. Then she soaped up her hands really good and scrubbed her face.

“Two women peed on me earlier,” she mentioned.

“What?” Susan exclaimed in a half-laughing voice.

“She means they squirted on her,” the other woman explained.

Susan laughed.

“They didn’t pee on you. They…,” the woman paused, not sure of how to explain it.

“It’s something that some women do when they come,” Susan explained, “It’s sorta like a watery fluid that comes out of a pussy.”

A few minutes later, they turned the water off and stepped out, drying themselves off. Both women kissed her goodnight and walked off towards the changing room to get dressed.

Alice went back towards the bedrooms to see who else was there, but the bedrooms and loft were empty. She went downstairs and saw the woman who had let her into the house, Rebecca, going around collecting all the bedsheets covering the couches. She seemed to be alone as she looked up.

“Oh. Hi. I thought everyone had left. I was just collecting all the sheets so I could wash them.”

Alice went over to the nearby couch and began helping her pull off the sheets. Seeing an odd-shaped pink tube, Alice picked it up and was surprised to find that the whole thing seem to be rubber and was sticky.

“What’s this?,” she held it out to Rebecca.

“Oh, that’s a dildo. Some ladies enjoy using it so I leave a few out here and upstairs.”

Alice looked at it, “How do they use it?”

“They stick it in their pussy. Or in someone else’s.”

Alice’s eyes widened in surprise, looking at it some more.

“But how does it fit in there?”

“Oh it does. Probably not inside you since you’re so little, but in a grownup, it will.”

Looking at how long the rubber phallus was, Alice wondered.

“Does it hurt?”

Rebecca snickered, “No, it feels really nice. Not everyone enjoys it. For those that do, it’s available. Can you go upstairs and bring me the sheets on the couches and beds?” Rebecca asked.

Alice quickly ran upstairs, collected all the sheets and carried them down again. Alice followed Rebecca as she carried the sheets into the garage and began putting them into the washing machine.

As the water began filling up the washer, Rebecca turned to ask Alice, “I never got to ask you, how did you find out about my parties?”

“I thought your house was haunted”

Rebecca gave her a funny look, “Excuse me?”

“All the kids at school say its haunted.”

Rebecca smiled at her, “What do you think?”

Alice smiled back, “I don’t think it’s haunted.”

“Did you have a good time?”

Alice smiled even more, “Uh-huh!”

“Well, I began having these parties every Friday and Saturday night after realizing how many older women there were, who are alone but would like to get together with other women for a little fun. Most lesbians are only looking for a young girl, not an older woman who may have a few more wrinkles and grey hair. I must say you’re definitely the youngest person who has shown up. Would you like to come back tomorrow night?”

“Really?,” Alice asked excitedly, “I would love to!”

“The door will be open, just come on in when you arrive.”

Rebecca walked back into the house and looked at the clock. It was after one in the morning.

“Goodness it’s late,” she remarked, “Let me drive you home so you won’t have to walk.”

She went to her room and quickly put on some sweats, then led Alice to the changing room by the front door and waited while Alice got dressed. They walked outside into the cool night air and Rebecca drove her home.

Several minutes later, as she laid in her own bed, Alice found herself unable to fall asleep, reflecting on everything that had happened. Six women had had sex with her; one of them being her teacher. She knew that this was not going to be a one-time thing. She was going to go back tomorrow and every other weekend. She fell asleep imagining what would happen tomorrow night.

 

Could ladies’ night on Saturday be even better? Let’s find out in Chapter 2!

 

Ripples, Chapter 5

  • Posted on December 8, 2018 at 3:21 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Standing at the kitchen sink and staring out into the garden with a mug of tea clasped in her hands, Jessica found it hard to concentrate.

It was Monday morning, and the events of the weekend were preying on her mind. It wasn’t just that she’d had sex with her own daughter… it was how easily she had agreed to her daughter’s request, and the hunger she felt for that lithe young body. Even now, despite knowing what she’d done was wrong, legally and morally, Jess still felt a deep sexual desire for Alice.

The same questions kept running through her head: Am I a lesbian now? Have I corrupted my daughter? Am I a bad mother?

What surprised her most was how much she longed to make love with Alice again. It had been difficult to  admit to herself, but she realised she wanted more, and not just from her daughter. She’d gone from a modest, practically celibate single mother to an obsessed lesbian in less than a week — at least, that’s how it felt.

Her recent experiences with Rachel and Sally were brief but intense, and she had been quite interested in exploring these new feelings even further. Instead, her meandering path to lesbianism had gone out the window, and she’d taken a giant leap from tentative exploration straight to incest with her twelve-year-old daughter.

Over and over, she scolded herself for giving in. Just because Alice wanted me to have sex with her, that doesn’t mean that I should have agreed, damn it. And what if she asks me again? Will I give her what she wants? If I don’t, how will she react? Oh, hell, who am I kidding. If she comes to my room dressed the way she was last night and looks at me with those big brown eyes of hers, I’ll be putty in her hands.

Even as she berated herself, she was playing back the scene in her mind: how Alice’s soft skin had felt to her fingers, the warm wetness of the girl’s pussy, the hungry kisses…

“Mum? Mum!” The voice snapped her back to reality, and she started as she realised one of her daughters was calling her. It was Katie, an exasperated set to her mouth.

“Sorry, darling, I was just… thinking about work,” she replied. “What’s up?”

Katie pouted. “I can’t find my gym kit.”

Smiling wryly, Jess gazed down at the girl. “It’s on the shelf in your wardrobe, where I put it after I took it out of your bag from under the bed where it had been for an entire week, then washed and ironed it.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, Mum!” Katie said as she turned and raced away, completely oblivious to the point her mother was making.

As she helped the girls prepare for school, Jessica found herself stealing glances at her eldest daughter when she thought Alice wasn’t looking. Lewd images continued to pop into her head, causing shivers as her body remembered it all. She could almost feel her daughter’s touch, like some twisted virtual reality game come to life.

Alice just carried on getting ready with no outward signs of awkwardness, or in fact any indication of this day being different from any other, except for a small knowing smile as she kissed her mum goodbye and turned to go. That alone was enough to send a shiver through Jessica’s body.

Over the next several days, she watched Alice for signs of regret, guilt or embarrassment. Instead, the girl seemed even happier than usual — and especially affectionate. She had always been close with her mother, but now Alice was cuddling up to Jessica more in the evenings, and kissing her goodnight on the lips instead of on her cheek. Even the younger siblings noticed that their big sister seemed to always be nestling on the sofa with their mum when they watched TV.

That was as far as it went, though. Alice hadn’t been flirting with her in any obvious way, and she’d never turned up in Jessica’s bedroom again, not after that first time. Jess had been a nervous mess on those nights — both dreading that knock on the door, and longing for it to happen. And every evening, once she was convinced that Alice wouldn’t be putting in an appearance, Jessica masturbated herself to a tooth-rattling orgasm, fantasizing about her oldest daughter more often than not.

Once a week had passed, Jess began to relax a little and convinced herself that making love with her daughter had been a one-time thing, and Alice had changed her mind about wanting them to have sex again. However, settling back into her ordinary life proved to be much harder than she expected, what with her awakening lesbian desires.

At work, she was surrounded by very attractive women and girls, often in various states of undress. On more than a few occasions, Jess found herself staring at Caterina’s shapely contours, wondering if her shop manager had ever experienced sexual pleasure with a woman. She found some of the wives and mothers who shopped at her boutique quite attractive as well, but it was the younger girls that Jessica was drawn to most of all.

Sally wasn’t working at the moment, being engrossed in taking her exams, but Jessica’s had another young employee named Bridget to draw her attention. She was twenty-two years old and just as sexy as Sally, but far less timid, and her hair was jet black instead of blonde. Jess found herself regularly stealing glances as Bridget would glide about on the sales floor, her slim, athletic body bending and stretching as she served the customers.

Jess even found herself sneaking peeks at young teenage girls in the changing area. On one especially memorable afternoon, she was sorting clothes that customers had tried on when she spied Lacey and Sienna, the fourteen-year-old identical twin daughters of Stella Morrison, an acquaintance of hers whose art gallery was just a few doors along the road from Jessica’s shop.

They were trying on dresses and stripping off in the open area of the changing rooms, without a care for whoever might see them. Jess, very much a hands-on owner who never minded doing the minor jobs, was putting blouses on hangers when the sight of the scantily-clad girls stopped her in mid-motion.

They were in matching underwear, with the different colours of their lingerie the only way to tell the girls apart, not in the least self-conscious about their near nudity. Jessica held her breath as her eyes were drawn to the nicely-formed breasts inside those delicate lacy bras, then the skimpy panties that barely concealed the treasures that lay beneath.

They twisted and turned, posing in their sexy underthings in front of the large mirrors from all angles, arms round each other’s waists, cheeks together, pausing to share an exaggerated pouting kiss, then giggling. They parted and picked up the identical but differently coloured layered chiffon mini-dresses, holding them up for inspection before the mirror before trying them on.

The girls stood side by side, hands on hips as they studied their reflections in the glass. Then they let the dresses slip from their shoulders and fall to the floor, once again revealing the cute teens in their bras and skimpy knickers. Jessica was enthralled.

Just then, their mother Stella entered the scene, breaking the spell cast by her daughters when she said, “Get on with it, girls, we’ve not got all day!”

Both girls turned to their mother — and that was when they both made eye contact with Jess. They exchanged a glance, then looked straight at her, their enigmatic smiles penetrating Jessica’s stare and causing her to blush. She was frozen for a moment, unable to tear her gaze from their piercing green irises. They put her in mind of tigers hiding in the long grass, waiting to pounce on their prey.

Struggling to recover her composure, Jess asked, “May I assist you with anything, ladies?” a tremor in her voice that she couldn’t quite conceal.

Stella chipped in, “Cheers, Jess, how are you?” She was one of the successful and influential Oxfordshire Society ladies whose patronage Jess enjoyed. Although they’d started out just on nodding terms, bumping into each other in the street and Rachel’s tea rooms, they became friends at an arts and cultural evening organised by the local business and commerce group. Since then, they met occasionally for coffee, usually discussing their shared love of all things artistic.

In her younger days, Stella had been something of a boho chick but, as is so often the case, assumed a more mature persona when her own paintings started to sell. Now she was a successful dealer in the works of other artists. The long, flowery dresses and sandals of her younger days had given way to Armani and Louboutin, as well as some choice items from Jessica’s racks.

“Oh, hi, Stella. I’m good, thanks. Haven’t seen you in a while!” Jess responded, returning to folding clothes in an attempt to seem nonchalant.

“That’s ‘cos I’ve been off gallivanting round France, looking at some new stuff for the gallery. I swear, they add an extra bloody zero to the price tag when they know you’re English!”

“I know what you mean, I have the same problem. I’m starting to look further afield for new lines and designers.”

Stella was about to respond when one of her daughters interrupted. “Mum, we can’t agree on which colour we want this dress in.”

Their mother, obviously used to acting as a mediator, simply responded, “Well, why don’t you get one of each? That way you don’t have to decide.” Stella turned to Jess and rolled her eyes, then they both shared the same knowing smile of mothers used to settling minor disagreements.

Then one of the twins, Jess wasn’t at all sure which, moved nearer to the two women. She held up the two dresses, one a pale pink and the other in a pastel blue, both cut rather low in the front. Like with the lingerie, these were more revealing than anything Jess allowed her girls to wear.

The teen nodded toward one dress, then the other. “Which do you think is best, Ms Matthews?”

Jess flicked her eyes from dress to the other, but couldn’t help glancing at the young girl’s budding chest as she switched her gaze from left to right. Just then the other twin sidled up and declared, “Well, I like the blue one.”

“Well they are both nice and I’m sure either one would look great,” Jess said in a rush, unable to tear her eyes away from the barely-dressed nymph in front of her.

“Do you like our underwear, Ms Matthews? I saw you looking at us before,” said the other twin.

Jessica turned toward her, only to stiffen slightly when she saw the teen idly stroking the lacy front of her bra. Jess began to feel a little light-headed as she watched a nipple stiffen through the thin material as the girl teased it in a circular motion with a fingertip. She imagined herself reaching out to stroke those nipples, barely managing to suppress a shiver.

“I… it’s very lovely, “she responded with a shaking voice.

Stella clapped her hands smartly. “Come on now, girls — mustn’t keep Jessica from her work.”

Nerves jangling, Jess just gave a tight smile, taking the opportunity to snatch a quick glance at the girls before turning to leave. “Nice to see you, Stel,” she murmured. “Let’s do coffee some time. Girls, let one of my people know if you need the hem taken up on any of those skirts.” Giving them a fleeting wink, Jessica left the sales floor.

She made her way through the back room, heart throbbing wildly. Christ, what’s gotten into me? Am I actually perving on underage girls in front of their mums?

Suddenly Jessica noticed that one of the blouses she’d been carrying had slipped from its hanger. Looking back, she saw it lying on the floor next to the door that led to the sales floor. Grimacing, she turned around and went back to retrieve the garment.

Bending to pick it up, she heard soft-spoken voices. Pausing to listen, Jess quickly realized that she was eavesdropping on a quiet conversation between the twins and their mother.

“Girls, I’ve told you time and time again — you need to be more careful when you’re in public.”

“But, Mum… she was totally checking us out.”

“Lacey, darling, you had to have been imagining that. I know you have a crush on Jessica — and I don’t blame you, she is an incredibly sexy woman — but I’m sure you’re wrong.”

“Lacey’s right, Mum.” Sienna interjected. “You should have seen her eyes when we were in just our bras and knickers… they were huge!”

“Well, you are both very beautiful, and any woman ought to enjoy the sight of two pretty girls in such sexy lingerie. You know how much I do,” Stella added with a chuckle. “Now come on, get dressed — we’ve got places to be.”

*****

As her daughters got back into their street clothes, Stella turned towards the door through which Jess had exited, a thoughtful look on her face. Could the girls be right? She knew that her daughters often thought of themselves as being the focus of everyone’s interest, but still… she did wonder. After all, it’s been ages since Jess has mentioned having a man in her life.

*****

Jessica hurried through the backroom, mortified that these young girls had sussed her out so easily. What the hell am I doing? If the word gets around that I’m mooning over underage girls, I’ll be done for in this town!

Then a second thought jumped in. Hold on, hold on. Just what did Stella mean when she told her girls to be “careful,” in public? And… does Stella really think I’m sexy?

Her senses overloaded, she decided to get herself away from temptation. Seeking out Caterina, Jess told her she was going up to her office to do some paperwork.

The first floor had the same footprint as the ground, with most of the space dedicated to stock. But there was also a work room, plus a washroom, a small kitchen and break room. There was also an office shared by Cat with Ella, her assistant manager, and a larger office for Jess with an area that contained a couple of sofas and a coffee table where she met with suppliers and select clients.

Once in her sanctuary, she closed the door and slumped down on the sofa, trying to process what had just happened.

Recalling the image of the twins standing before her in their skimpy underthings, Jessica tried to find a rational explanation for the conversation she’d just overheard. However she looked at it, there was only one logical conclusion: the girls had been teasing her, and Stella knew it. It was also clear, from the way their mother had admonished them, that it wasn’t the first time the twins had done something like this.

Most of all, Jess was intrigued by Stella’s none-too-subtle hint that she enjoyed the sight of Lacey and Sienna in sexy lingerie — and wasn’t shy about letting the girls know it.

These longings I’ve been having for my Alice… could Stella be experiencing similar feelings for her own daughters?

As the vision of the half-naked teens lingered, Jess adjusted her imagination like a telephoto lens, zooming in for a close-up of a sexy bra, the young girl’s nipples clearly outlined through the gauzy material. She pictured Sienna — or was it Lacey? — caressing her breasts through the bra, rolling a fingertip over a nipple to make it stand out even further.

As the imagined scene played out, the girl dropped a hand to her bare midriff, letting it slide down until her fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of the lace panties she wore.

Losing herself in the fantasy, Jessica settled into the sofa. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt, and raising her bottom enabled her to tug the material up to her hips, exposing her sodden knickers. She rubbed her cunt through the gauzy material, then used one hand to pull the crotch to one side, the other to slowly trail her index finger through the slick crease. On the downward stroke, Jess slid that finger and its mate deep into the folds of her cunt. No foreplay was necessary, just hard, fast fucking, with the fingers of the other hand joining in to manipulate her pulsing clitoris.

In her mind, she was mirroring the actions of Stella’s daughter, concentrating on the image of the girl touching herself. Then Jessica pictured the cute teen unfastening the clasp of the bra, shrugging it off to reveal her breasts. As the young minx hooked her fingers in the side of her panties and slid them down, Jess pictured the girl’s twin padding over on stocking feet to join her sister, both of them now nude. They smiled at one another, mirror images come to life, then drifted together in a kiss, each reaching out to touch the other between the legs. Suddenly the girls broke apart and turned to face Jess, those deep green eyes transfixing her with a gaze that sizzled with raw lust.

It was all too much for Jess, and she exploded in a convulsive orgasm. Her legs shot out and stiffened as she shook violently, somehow managing to roll over and bury her face in a cushion to muffle the noise of her climax.

When she had calmed down and her breath was more or less back to normal, Jess slowly sat up. Mopping her brow, she asked herself, Where the fuck did that come from?

Stupid question, she decided upon further reflection. It came from the same place as all the rest of this crazy perversity of mine. A bottomless reservoir.

Just over a week ago, her sex life was like a still, clear pool of water; calm and untroubled, the surface a mirror. But then her friend Rachel — maybe my lover soon, Jess reminded herself — had shattered that peace, lobbing a large stone into the placid waters. Now all was movement, ripples fanning out in every direction, and her simple, peaceful life of celibacy had been stirred into a wild churn of lesbian desire.

Jess shook her head in awe. I’ve been thrown into complete chaos. Don’t know which end is up, can’t tell a hawk from a fucking handsaw. But damn it all, I’ve never felt more alive. Never.

Her tensions now assuaged — for the moment, at least — Jessica stood and adjusted her skirt, thankful that none of her employees had come upstairs in the last few minutes. Making her way to the desk, she seated herself, picked up a pearl-handled letter opener and began to go through the day’s mail.

*****

After lunch the next day, Jess impulsively decided to go home early from work and relax. She let Caterina know of her intentions, grabbed her purse and stepped out into a gorgeous afternoon.

On the way, she dropped into the tea rooms to check in with Rachel about the girls’ night out they had scheduled for Saturday. On that night, their younger daughters would be attending a sleepover at one of the largest estates in the area. It belonged to Blanche Turner, a mutual friend, who was having a party for her children — Savannah, who was ten, and eight-year-old Annabelle. Since her girls had birthdays that were only a week apart, Blanche always celebrated them with one big event. Katie and Poppy were invited, as was Rachel’s youngest daughter Cindy.

As for Alice, the girls in her class were going on a Girl Scout trip to Wales for a couple of days, and would not return until Sunday night.

As Jess entered the tea rooms Rachel spied her immediately, and came round the counter to greet her with a brief hug. Jess waved to Charlotte and a couple of the waitresses, and Rachel ushered her over to a table, pausing to ask one of the girls to bring them coffees.

“I haven’t seen you for days — have you been avoiding me, woman?” Rachel asked.

Jessica made a face. “Sorry, Rach, it’s been simply manic at work this week. I was all tied up, doing my accounts.”

In truth, she had been avoiding Rachel, as she wasn’t sure if she was ready to talk about what happened between them just yet. On the other hand, she wanted to tell someone about her night with Alice, and Rachel seemed to be an obvious candidate — but Jess had no idea how to broach the topic with her, best friend or not. Hi, Rachel, fancy a cup of tea? By the way, I fucked my daughter the other night.

There was only one other person Jessica could talk to about this: her sister Laura, who was away on an assignment for the magazine she worked for. She knew Laura had been sexually involved with girls at university and was openly bisexual now, but that was a long way from lesbian incest. Perhaps I won’t need to, Jess told herself. After all, it probably won’t happen again.

She pulled herself together before Rachel could notice that her attention was straying.

“So how are we fixed for transport?” her friend was asking. ”That was your job, right?”

Jess nodded. “I’ve sorted out a minibus for the night. I just came by to find out who’s coming. Abby and Mel are up for it, and I’ve invited Cat as well.”

Abigail Potts was thirty-eight and an IT Manager; Melinda Dawson was thirty-seven and an executive personal assistant. Both had been friends since childhood with Jessica, who introduced them to Rachel. Mel and Abby had daughters of their own, and as members of the ‘Mothers Club’ at the school, the four of them saw each other often on the school run with their youngsters, sometimes meeting for coffee, lunch in town or shopping trips to Oxford and London.

“I would’ve invited all the girls from the shop, but some are on holiday. Also, I need to have at least two members of my staff who aren’t too hungover to work the next day. I know what your nights out are like!”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.” Rachel cheerily replied. “Anyway, Charlotte and Maria will be there, and get this — I even persuaded Serena to come!”

Maria Di Giorgia was Rachel’s chef, and Serena Trent did accountancy work for Rachel and Jessica. She was drop-dead sexy, but styled herself like an archetypal female accountant, power-dressing with hair tied back in a severe knot. She resented having to prove she was a match for any of her male colleagues, when in truth she was worth two of any of them and had the client list and billing levels to prove it. The trouble was, there were precious few men who could handle a woman who projected strength like Serena did, so she tended to focus her energies on work and the gym.

Serena will be there? How in the world did you manage that?” Jess asked in a surprised tone.

“Oh, I just used my natural charm… also, I said I’d tell everyone she was hitting on me if she didn’t come.”

Jess just shook her head, knowing that Rachel was joking and Serena wouldn’t have taken it seriously. Then again, she wasn’t too sure of that now. Seems more likely that Rachel would come on to Serena. Wonder if she ever has done?

Rachel carried on, “Anyway, I’ve found a smashing place to go. It’s a fairly new club and they have a ladies night on Saturday, with a couple of bottles of Prosecco thrown in for party groups.”

“Sounds great. Christ, I’m in need of a good night out. Okay, then — come over to my place any time after seven o’clock; I’ve got the taxi booked for eight.”

They continued to chat idly, neither wanting to raise the subject of how close they’d been to having full-on lesbian sex just over a week ago — though for different reasons. Jess was scared that she might be reading too much into what they’d done, whereas Rachel was wary of putting pressure on her best friend to do more, even though that was exactly what she wanted. Slow and steady does the trick, Rachel reminded herself.

Jess checked the time and said, “Sorry, but I’ve got to get back — the new summer line is in. You should pop in and check it out. There’s some outfits I’m sure you’d like, y’know, the stuff most women our age wouldn’t dare wear.” She laughed. “Of course, that never bothers you, does it? You’re the only grown woman I know who could give those young minxes some serious competition!”

“Why, Jessica Matthews! Are you saying I’m a slut?” Rachel responded with mock indignation.

Jess laughed. “Well, if the shoe fits… Anyhow, I’ll see you Saturday.” With that, they shared a quick but very affectionate hug, then Jessica left.

It was still a bit early to be heading for home, so Jess elected to wander round the shops in town and check out the competition — and treat herself to a little retail therapy. She’d earned that, after spending most of the last two days sorting paperwork.

*****

Jessica arrived home an hour later bearing a bag of goodies for her and the girls, a large fancy pizza for dinner, plus a chicken wrap she’d picked up for lunch. After ferrying the bags from the car and dumping the shopping on the hallway floor, she put on the kettle for some tea whilst she hungrily devoured the chicken.

She had just finished tea and washed her plate when the doorbell rang. Wondering who it might be, she glanced through the side panel of glass by the door and was surprised to see Sally, who gave a big smile and a wave when she saw Jess peering out.

Jessica opened the door, but before she could say a word, Sally said, “Hi, Jessica!” The teen wore a cream summer mini dress in a multi-layered gauze-like material with a wide ruffled hem, held up by thin shoulder straps. She looked marvelous.

Suddenly remembering to breathe, Jess said, “Hello, Sally. W-what are you doing here? Sorry, I mean… I didn’t expect to see you today. ”

If Sally was thrown by Jessica’s confusion, she didn’t let it show. “I finished my last exam this morning and was at home when I saw your car pull in a little while ago. I thought I’d come over and tell you how I did, and let you know I can come back to work whenever you need me. I’m not, er, disturbing you, am I?” She looked past Jess, into the house.

“No, I did a bit of shopping and came home early. Sorry, where are my manners? Come in, Sally.”

As the young girl passed her, a fresh floral scent wafted in from behind, and Jess paused to savor it. My God, she smells incredible!

Though her heart was throbbing, Jess did her best to maintain a casual air. “Come into the kitchen. Would you like a drink or anything?”

“No, thanks.” Sally sat on one of the high breakfast counter stools, her sandaled heels on the foot bar, knees together and hands in her lap.

Jess turned to the fridge to pour herself a mineral water before turning back to sit on a stool opposite the teen. “So, how did your exams go?”

Sally gave the older woman a rundown of her exams and how busy she had been revising, to which Jess listened attentively, her eyes sometimes straying to those beautiful legs. The girl was fidgeting, moving her hips side to side, sometimes offering a tantalising glimpse of the gap between those smooth thighs as her short dress rode up. But what caught Jessica’s attention most was the absence of a bra. Sally’s dress was thin and almost transparent in places and did nothing to hide those magnificent breasts that Jess had so recently admired. Despite being supported by nothing more than the thin straps of her dress, Sally’s tits were defying gravity in the way only youth can. Or a few grand in surgery, Jess mused.

“I can’t wait to come back to work.”

Sally’s voice shook Jess from her reverie and she reached for her glass, but her nervous hand caused it to tip over, causing the sparkling water to spill over the counter top and on the floor.

“Oh, bloody hell–” Jessica slid down from her stool, went over to the sink and opened the cupboard door underneath the sink to get a washcloth. As she knelt on the floor before Sally, wiping up the spillage and wondering why this young girl affected her so much, she looked up at the teen to speak, but was presented with a sight that turned her legs to jelly and made her mouth dry.

From this vantage point, she could see up Sally’s skirt and between her open legs. The youngster was wearing flimsy white lace panties, made all but transparent by what appeared to be a damp patch that clung to the contours of her vaginal lips. For all those sodden knickers concealed, the girl might just as well have gone without.

“Are you okay, Jessica?”

She stood back up, wobbling slightly, and reaching out to the counter top to steady herself, discarded the cloth, turning to face Sally. Is she teasing me? I bet she knows exactly what she’s doing, the little minx.

“Yeah, Sally. Um, it will be great to have you back… we’ve been a bit busy, what with a couple of the other girls on holiday,” she said, attempting to get her mind off the tantalising image, but sure her voice gave away her nervousness. Listen to me, I’m babbling like a perfect cretin.

Sally slid off the high stool, her dress riding further up her thighs. She stood before Jessica, who was lost for further words.

“Jessica, I hope you don’t mind me asking — but did you really mean it when you said you enjoyed me kissing you…?”

Jess bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, I did. I mean…” The words weren’t coming. “It was very nice.”

“And did you mean it when you said I could come over again if I wanted?”

Jess wasn’t sure now if the blonde beauty was trying to seduce her in a coy manner, or just making sure she hadn’t misheard or understood. All she could do was softly whisper, “Yes.”

Sally moved slowly towards her. “Can I kiss you now?”

Jess nodded again but this time more vigorously, gulping before answering. “That would be… yes, Sally, please kiss me!”

Sally tilted her head up to place a gentle peck on the taller woman’s lips, then pulled away a little to see her employer’s reaction.

Jess was standing stock-still, unsure if she ought to allow this to go further, but it was a losing battle she fought with her increasingly helpless desires. This week had taken her time and time again to the brink of arousal, and the quickie masturbation session she’d had after her encounter with Stella’s sexy twins had barely taken the edge off.

Here I go again, wrestling with temptation — and losing.

She turned to put down the glass of water, then turned back to the blonde youngster. “Let’s go sit down, shall we?” Jess led the way into the lounge, Sally close behind.

Once they were seated side by side on the sofa, she turned to the girl, who started to lean into her, clearly anticipating another kiss.

Jessica placed her hands on Sally’s shoulders to stop her. “Listen, you can’t ever tell anyone about this, especially anyone at the shop. I don’t want to take advantage of you, and I can’t promise any kind of a long term thing. Really, you ought to have a relationship with someone… a girl nearer your own age.”

Sally gave her a shy smile. “Oh, Jessica, I do want to know what it’s like with another girl, but I’d like my first time to be with someone who is a bit older and knows what she’s doing.” Her cheeks reddened slightly. “Also, I… I think you’re incredibly sexy.”

Slightly taken aback by the compliment, Jess replied, “Well, thank you, but I’m not sure you can say I know what I’m doing — honestly, I’m almost as new to this as you are. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited by this. You’re just so beautiful, and I would like to… to make love with you.” There, I said it.

Sally seemed surprised by Jessica’s admission, but got over that quickly enough. She leaned forward again, but this time Jess pulled the girl to her.

The kiss began gently, first-time lovers testing the waters. They softened into each other, both parting their lips, their tongues emerging to play. This time it was Jessica who took the lead, gently easing the teenager down on the sofa.

Jess couldn’t resist the urge to fondle Sally’s full breasts as their kiss grew more passionate, cupping them in both hands. The teen followed her lead, groping Jessica through her teal blouse. After a few minutes of intensely sensual mouth play — tongues duelling, mouths sliding together, lips exploring and nuzzling ears, chins and necks — Jess allowed her hand to slip further down the blonde girl’s body. She found Sally’s smooth thigh, and her hand began to move upwards again, slipping beneath the hem of her young lover’s flimsy dress.

Her fingers firmly stroked the damp gusset of Sally’s lacy panties, pressing the material into the cleft of the girl’s sex, causing her to shiver. Again, Sally mirrored Jessica’s actions, dropping her hand to seek out the bottom of the older woman’s skirt. She had trouble finding the hem, so she stopped to look down, trying to see where the skirt ended.

As the girl took hold of the hem, Jessica grabbed her wrist, stopping her in mid-motion. Startled, Sally peered into her eyes, wondering if this beautiful woman she’d adored for so long was having second thoughts about the two of them making love.

Realising that her younger partner was confused, Jess whispered, “Let’s go upstairs, we’ll be more comfy.”

Hurry on to Chapter Six!

 

Tears of the Sun, Chapter 2

  • Posted on December 6, 2018 at 2:40 pm

by Purple Les

The Tequila Kid kept quiet as Arabella stared at the clear blue sky and began to talk. Not really talking to the Kid. More like talking to herself to get her thoughts in order.

“I’m Arabella Elizabeth Hodgekiss. I’m ten years old. My Pa sold his store in Ohio where we lived, and he took me, my Ma, my big sister and my little brother out west. We went with other people in a wagon train. They were all following this boy who said he talked to God. The boy was just twelve, but said he’d been chosen to be His prophet. They was like Mormons but different, cause they only took one wife.

When we got out west, my Pa left us with them and went to look for gold. He was gone for months. When Pa came back, he said we’d go back home to Ohio, cause we was rich now. We stopped at Adobe Wells on the way back, so he could take care of his bank business. My grandma lives there, too, so we stayed with her. When we went to leave, my little brother Dan had a fever, so Pa decided to leave him with Grandma. When he got better, she was gonna come back to Ohio with him.”

The Kid looked thoughtfully at Arabella. The girl’s fine features matched those of the little boy, the one she had tried to save. More than the family resemblance, the doctor at Adobe Wells had called the boy Dan. The Tequila Kid was certain now that the old woman and little boy were Arabella’s kin.

Arabella continued in a soft, flat voice. “Three days out on the trail, we was attacked by Indians. Pa saw them coming. Cause I was small, he put me in a broken water barrel on the covered wagon. Ma said to me to stay hid. That if I saw a chance to get away, to run and not look back.”

“I watched through the hole in the barrel, and I could see the Indians ride at us. Pa was trying to outrun them, but they overtook us and knocked our wagon over. The barrel went rolling off with me inside. Through the hole I could see them. They tied Pa to the wagon and beat him and kept askin’ him something over and over, but I couldn’t hear what it was.”

The Kid watched as Arabella’s eyes welled up with tears and her voice got softer. “They raped my sister and Ma. I saw them kill my Ma. They said my sister was next unless Pa talked. That’s when I snuck out of the barrel. I crawled away to where no one could see me, and then I ran.”

Arabella began to shake and cry as she said over and over, “I ran. Had to g-get help. Too scared to stop. I kept runnin’ till I couldn’t run no more. That’s all I remember.” With that, the girl broke down completely, her thin body racked by helpless sobs.

The Kid held Arabella and comforted her as best she could, but it took nearly half an hour for the girl to cry herself out and fall asleep. Carrying her over to where the bedroll was spread out, The Tequila Kid carefully laid Arabella down and covered her up.

Rolling herself a smoke, The Kid strolled around the water hole and the rocks, lost in thought. Some pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Some didn’t. There hadn’t been any Indians anywhere in the vicinity of Adobe Wells for years, much less any attacks. Anyhow, she’d never heard of an Indian behaving the way Arabella had described.

The more The Kid reasoned it out, the more certain she was that these were white outlaws who were dressed as Indians, out to rob Mr. Hodgekiss of his gold — the same outlaws she’d caught red-handed fleeing the bank.

The same sons of bitches who raped and killed Button’s brother and grandma, she told herself. And at least one of ‘em is still out there.

The way The Kid figured it, the Hodgekiss family had been followed out of town so they could be robbed of their gold. When it wasn’t found on the trail with the family, the outlaws rode back to town and tortured the son and grandmother to see it they had it. That must be how they knew the gold was in the bank.

The Kid studied the stars in the sky for a long time, turning over different angles of the mystery in her mind. Finally she got under the bedroll with Arabella and went to sleep.

The Tequila Kid woke at dawn. Arabella was still dozing soundly. The Kid walked over to the water hole to wash her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied motion in the grass. Realizing it was a jack rabbit, she whipped out her knife and threw it, spearing the animal before it could flee.

She restarted the fire, cleaned and skinned the rabbit carcass, rubbed it with seasoning from her herb pouch, impaled it with a small iron skewer taken from her saddle bag, then propping the whole thing over the fire with a couple of foot-long Y-shaped sticks she kept. Long as she lived, The Kid would be grateful to her adopted Mojave mother who had taught her the secrets of cooking.

She made a pot of coffee while the meat sizzled, occasionally turning the spit so it would roast evenly.

“Morning, Kid.” Arabella said, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she sat up. “What smells so good?”

The Tequila Kid thought for a moment and then said, “We’re having us some roasted chicken for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds great!”

She sounds more like an ordinary little girl today, The Kid thought. “Well, it’s almost ready, Button. Why don’t you wash up some, then we’ll eat.”

After breakfast, The Kid gave Arabella the task of looking for sticks of wood for that night’s fire, while she cleaned up the camp. After that, they rested on the bedroll in the shade of the rocks. The Kid rolled a cigarette and lay back, smoking it thoughtfully.

“What was it like livin’ with the Indians, Kid?” Arabella asked.

“Well, livin’ with the Yavapai was pure hell. But the Mojave, they was right kind to me and my sister.” Glancing at the wide-eyed girl, The Kid realized that Arabella was interested in hearing more, so she settled in to tell her story.

“I guess it took me and my sister some gettin’ used to. They didn’t do nothin’ like civilized white folks would. And yet after we got used to it, they seemed more civilized and Christian to us than white people.”

“How you mean, Kid?” asked Arabella.

“Well, I guess the first thing was the way they lived. They was real kind to everyone. They shared everything they had with each other. Some of it took some getting used to, though. I mean, well, till Mojave kids are nine or ten years old, they go bare naked.” Looking over at Arabella, she noticed that the girl’s face was slightly flushed.

“Boys and girls?” Arabella asked. The idea of boys and girls her age being naked together all the time gave her some naughty thoughts.

“Yep, that’s right, Button. Me and my big sister were pretty beat up from the way the Yavapai had treated us. Our Mojave family healed us up and fed us good. It didn’t take much time to learn their language, and pretty soon, we were part of the tribe.”

“Kid? Did you and your sister… um, did you go ‘round not wearin’ anything?”

Finishing her smoke, The Kid took apart the butt of the cigarette, smiling to herself. Hmmm… kinda interesting, the things Button wants to hear more about.

“You mean, did we dress like the Mojave? Guess because I was just eight or so I maybe should have been naked all the time, but I think it was my sister that got them to let me wear something. The men just wore loincloths and moccasins. The women wore moccasins and skirts made out of tree bark. That’s all me and my sister ever had on.”

The Kid could almost hear the wheels spinning in Arabella’s head. “You mean everyone could see you and your sister’s…” the girl swallowed hard before she continued, “…bare chests?”

“That’s right, Button. We also swam every day. Men, women, boys, and girls.” The Kid looked sideways at Arabella and added, “They was real good swimmers, the Mojave. Showed me and my sister how. Everyone swam bare naked, too.” The Kid enjoyed the shocked look and red cheeks on Arabella’s face.

“Gosh!” was Arabella’s response. “What else?”

“Well,” the Kid continued, “They would have these festival feasts now and then. They encouraged the boys and girls who were ten or older to get naked and, y’know, try sex things with each other. Boys and girls. Or girls and girls or boys and boys. They didn’t have no prejudices.”

“Did you…?” Arabella’s voice trailed off.

“Yep. I got to admit me and my sister took to it all like ducks to water. I tried lots of things. I liked girls the best, and my sister was real popular with the boys. See, they didn’t marry like white folk. If you liked someone, you moved into their house and you was married. If the marriage went bad, you moved out.”

“Kid? Do you have a Christian name?”

“My right name was Mary Ann Wallace. My Mojave name was — well, you couldn’t pronounce it, but it meant White Raven.”

“That’s pretty,” said Arabella.

“I had me an Indian nickname too. It translates as Happy Mouth Vagina. My sister’s nickname was Stink Vagina or Sore Vagina. Not that it really smelled bad, she just used it a lot. It was for sure sore sometimes!”

Arabella couldn’t help but laugh. The Kid liked the child’s laugh. It put her in mind of a happy-sounding bird song.

The girl studied her grownup friend. “How old are you, Kid?”

“Reckon I must be nineteen, maybe twenty.” The Kid rolled another cigarette and smoked it slowly. She wasn’t used to jawing so much about herself. Arabella was proving to be a little curiosity box, though.

“Where’s your sister now, Kid?”

The Kid took a long slow puff on her cigarette and put it out. “We had a bad famine one year. Real bad. Lots of the tribe starved. My sister would have maybe lived through it if she hadn’t been givin’ me part of her own food. She saved my life — and it cost me hers.” The Kid felt a hot tear burn its way down her cheek.

“Gosh. I’m sorry, Kid.”

“That’s okay, Arabella. We’ve both lost kin. We know how it hurts.”

They were quiet for a long time. Then Arabella asked, “Why did you leave the Mojave tribe?”

The Tequila Kid wondered if she could talk about it. It had been a few years now. Finally she decided to give it a try.

“Well, Button, I didn’t leave. They was taken away from me.” The look on Arabella’s face showed she was puzzled, so The Kid took a breath and continued.

“The Mojave was nice to everyone. Even when they maybe shouldn’t have. If soldiers came by, they fed and traded with ‘em. Me and my sister always hid when they were there. See, we was afraid they might try to take us back to live with the white man again.”

The Kid swallowed hard. A lump had come to her throat. “A few years later, the soldiers come back again. There’d been a lot of white men round our land. They’d come for the tears of the sun. When our men tried to make ‘em leave, the fighting started.”

“What’s tears of the sun, Kid?”

Gazing at Arabella, The Kid gently said, “That’s what the white man calls gold.” Tears came to her eyes, and she tried to blink them away. “One day, all our men had gone out to fight the soldiers. While they was gone, more soldiers come riding into our homes.”

The Tequila Kid pulled her knife out and looked at it. Then she put it away and pulled her knees up to her chest, staring down at the ground. “The soldiers killed everyone they saw. The old men tried to fight. So did the little boys. They died first. The old women was all killed next. They scalped my grandma. Most of the other women and girls got raped before they was killed.

“My sister was already dead a year or two from the famine. My wife, Sky Fawn, was raped and killed while I was there. Then this soldier was about to rape me when he saw my blue eyes. Well, you see, Button, sometimes a white girl brought back from the Indians was worth a reward from her family. So instead of raping me, he brought me back to the fort with them.

“Well, there weren’t no reward for me. That made ‘em sorry they’d even bothered bringin’ me back. Now I had no one. No white family, no Indian family. The Christian women at the fort didn’t want nothin’ to do with me. So the woman who ran the trading post took me in.”

The Kid laughed to herself. “Big Bertha was her name. She ran the store, only it was also the whorehouse and bar. The girls all treated me kind. Bertha didn’t make me do no whoring, mind you, though I did sleep a lot with one of the girls there.”

The Tequila Kid wasn’t used to talking about herself. Now that she’d started, she kept going. Talking to the girl seemed easy for some reason. It was clear that Arabella didn’t understand it all, but she seemed to like listening.

“Ever since I was a little girl, I’d hunted food for my family. I was a crack shot with a rifle or pistol. Came to be a fast draw, too. I guess it ain’t the best skill for a girl, but it sure came in handy for gettin’ food. So I’d hunt game for Bertha, too. After I’d been with her a year or so, it was just time to move on.

“I’d got me a real nice horse. Buttercup, I named her. She was my best friend, even if she was just a horse. Long story short, Button, I ended up at one point helpin’ out some Texas Rangers in a shootout. They kinda took me in, and I been an agent for ‘em ever since.”

“You mean you’re a lawman, Kid?”

The Kid smiled and fished a badge out of her green corduroy vest. She held it up for the girl to see. Arabella took it to hold and look at and exclaimed, “Gosh, you’re a Texas Ranger!”

Tucking the badge back into her pocket, The Kid said, “That’s right, Button. After I get you someplace safe, I promise you I’ll get the men that killed your family.”

Then the Kid’s heart sank as it hit her that she had to tell Arabella what had happened in Adobe Wells. “Um, listen, Button. There’s something I have to talk to you about…”

She thought it best to leave out the part about the gold, and she glossed over the grisly details of how Arabella’s brother and grandmother were killed, just telling her that they were dead.

Arabella cried, then sat numbly, staring at her hands. The Kid hugged the child, then asked, “You have any other kinfolk, Button?”

“I have an aunt and two cousins in Oak Creek. I guess maybe they might take me in. I’d rather just stay with you, Kid. Can I?”

“Well, Button, we’ll be together till I get you to Oak Creek. I hear that’s become a real boom town. It would be better for you to grow up there then on the trail with me. I lead a pretty rough life. Tell you what, though. If you like, I’ll pay you a call whenever I pass through. We’ll still be friends.”

“I’d like that a lot,” Arabella said, nodding. Then she nestled into the woman’s strong arms. “I love you, Kid.”

The Kid stared in wonder at the child. “I… I love you too, Button,” stunned to realize that she really felt that way about this precious little girl.

*****

Later that afternoon, while Arabella was napping, The Kid caught and killed a large lizard, which she prepared and cooked over the fire in her small skillet, mixing in the last can of beans and a generous pinch of seasoning.

Arabella woke up to the smell. “Gosh, Kid. That smells great. What is it?”

“It’s chicken again. I fried it up with some beans this time. Come dig in.”

They ate in silence. Afterwards, Arabella helped the Kid clean up the camp. Observing the girl, The Kid judged that she was fit to travel now.

The Kid had been puzzling on how best to get them both to Oak Creek. She’d hoped maybe a wild horse would come by the water hole, but hadn’t seen any. She could hoof it to the next town or ranch, but that meant leaving Arabella on her own. Not a good option, even if she could persuade the girl to remain behind.

Only one solution: she and Arabella would have to travel on foot. It would be rough on the girl, but they couldn’t stay there forever.

For no particular reason, the Kid clambered up onto the rocks to look around. If it had been any other moment she would have missed what she then saw — a flash of light. She watched that spot a long time and then saw a small patch of dust rise up and move slowly down the horizon. After a few minutes, the dust cloud vanished.

Someone was trailing her. She’d figured it might happen. The Kid was the last one with the four bags of gold in her possession. Sooner or later, that fifth man would wonder about it. Did his partners get it from her and ride off, leaving him out of the cut? Maybe he wondered if The Kid killed his partners, then elected to keep the gold for herself. However the man figured the situation, he wasn’t about to let that gold go unaccounted for — not after killing an old woman and a child to lay his hands on it.

The Kid could tell by the way she’d been tracked that the fifth man, whoever he was, had hired an Indian to do his dirty work. There was no way a white man could have got this close without giving himself away. Got about half an hour before he gets here, she figured. Right after sunset.

Climbing back down, the Kid called Arabella to her, pausing to take her blanket from the bedroll. “Come with me, Button.” Leading the girl downstream from camp, she took her into a stand of tall grass.

By this time, Arabella was visibly nervous. “What’s goin’ on, Kid?”

Spreading the blanket on the ground, The Kid told her, “This is real important, Button. You stay hid here in the grass till I come back for you. It may be a couple of hours, it may be all night.”

Arabella was puzzled and frightened, but paid close attention. “Listen,” the Kid went on, “You may hear yells or shooting or whatnot. Whatever happens, you stay here and stay quiet. Don’t be scared none. I’ll be back for you.” The Kid kissed Arabella’s cheek, then hastened back to the camp.

She got a fire started, then settled in.

The fire was beginning to wane when a tall man suddenly rose up out of nowhere. He looked in silence at the sleeping figure in the bedroll, then drew his gun from its holster and cocked the hammer back.

What happens next? Find out in Chapter Three!