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My Amazing Mum, Part Four

  • Posted on October 26, 2019 at 3:19 pm

By Misty Meadow

Audrey’s kisses are heavenly. I’ve kissed a few girls before, but they were just friendly pecks or kisses done on a dare, but sucking on Audrey’s sweet tongue sets my tummy fluttering.

But I have loftier ambitions that go far beyond kissing. Breaking away, I roll onto my side, looking at her.  Not just her lovely face, but her slender torso with the barely perceptible swell of her hips, her long smooth legs and best of all, those sweet budding breasts.

I lean in and lick her nipples. She shivers. “Oh… oh, Misty!”

“Kissing is awesome, isn’t it?” I say, softly. “I love kissing your lips and your breasts, but more than anything, I want to put my mouth on your…”

“…my cunt!” Audrey cries. “Yes, kiss my cunt, Misty. It’s been thrilling, letting you and your mum look at it all afternoon, but now it really needs to be kissed.” She lies back, spreading her legs open. “Pretty please?”

Sliding down the bed, I nuzzle her belly button and lower, then abruptly jump further down to plant tiny kisses on Audrey’s inner thighs. I’m shifting from one side to the other, slowly advancing forward, approaching the gates of heaven.

Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she grabs my braids and tugs at them, drawing me to her until I’m so close to her cunt that I can feel its warmth on my face. Her slit is edged by little pink lips, soft and moist, and at the top, there’s that little bump called the clit, that Mum tells me is the centre of all girls’ pleasure.

I can’t hold off any longer so I lower my head, gently touching my lips to Audrey’s cunt in a kiss, softer than the ones we shared minutes ago. I know I’m creating sensations in her that she’s never felt before. Just as Mum told me that her first taste of Gran’s cunt was something that she remembered for the rest of her life, I know I’ll never forget this moment.

I press my tongue between those sweet lips while drawing a deep breath through my nose. The aroma of her arousal is unmistakable, just like well-used knickers, but stronger, thicker. I hear Audrey moan, sounding just like those lesbian videos I like to watch, only she isn’t faking it.

Her hips writhe as she presses my face into her juicy pussy with both hands. “Oh, my G-God,” she croaks, “I never knew, d-didn’t know I could feel this good! Don’t stop, Misty, keep licking me!” She groans again.

I know what she wants. I run my tongue up to the top of Audrey’s cunt and flick her button, then take it into my mouth. She gasps as I purse my lips around her clit and suck hard.

Then she lets out a little yelp, and I lift my head. “Did that hurt?” I ask.

Audrey shakes her head. “No, but it’s so sensitive, you surprised me. It was the most marvelous feeling I’ve ever had. You make me blissfully happy, Misty, and I want to make sweet love to you now.”

I wanted to make her come, hoping to seal her love for me, as it were… but if Audrey wants to give that same pleasure to me, that might seal it, too.

I crawl up beside her and roll onto my back, and in less than a second she’s face down between my legs, hands on my waist and her face buried where it belongs. When her tongue touches me, it’s like a jet of hot water from the showerhead, but sweeter and softer. My heart swells with love for this girl who, although two years older than me, has captured my heart.

Her tongue goes to work, She seems to be quite skilled at eating pussy, but perhaps she’s merely doing what comes naturally, something that girls know by instinct. My cunt is dripping.

I pinch my nipples, feeling them throb and grow hard. I’m looking down at Audrey’s bobbing head as she slides her tongue up and down my slit, the further down to see her beautiful bum lifted high in the air. I’m gonna have to pay some attention to that part of her too, I decide. I’m marvelling at my luck, thrilled by the fact that of all the girls in the school, Audrey has chosen me.

Then the door open, and Mum stands there.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” she announces before she has a chance to see what’s going on, then grins, adding, “Oh, I see you’ve eaten already.”

Audrey drops her head between my legs to the sheet, which is already damp with our juices, and her shoulders are shaking.

I lift my head and prop myself up on my elbows. “Are you okay, Audrey?” I ask, worried at how she might react at being caught. She looks up at me — not crying, but giggling. To me, Mum’s humour is kinda corny, but the sight of my lover’s amusement makes me chuckle as well.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mum says, “but we don’t usually knock in this house. Excuse me, you two carry on.”

It’s a polite offer, but can we carry on? The spell is broken, and we sit up and look at Mum, still dressed in the silk blouse she’d worn to work that day, one that shows off her nipples quite effectively. She had taken off her skirt, though, and wore nothing below the waist but her turquoise satin knickers. Her smile tells us she’s enjoyed catching us in this intimate scene.

Audrey and I look at each other, and nod. “We’ll be down as soon as we’re dressed, Jo,” she says.

Mum arches an eyebrow. “You’re dressing for dinner?”

“Just knickers,” Audrey laughs, “but Misty is more formal; she has a vest.” Nevertheless, she puts her bra back on, and I fish her knickers from her backpack and hold them open for her to step into.

In the kitchen, we sit at the breakfast bar to eat pasta and salad, then retire to the living room where Mum sits between us, looking at more pictures from Gran’s amazing collection. We see a succession of underage girls in various stages of undress, singly or in pairs, and occasionally with adults, posing in positions worthy of the finest gymnasts, invariably flaunting their treasures, except for those who happily show off their underwear — sometimes like our own, sometimes really fancy.

“There’s nothing wrong with plain knickers,” Mum says, “it’s the girl inside them that gets me wet — like you two little nymphets, right now. No need to go to Victoria’s Secret for expensive frillies which are going to get taken right off anyway.”

In every picture the subject seems perfectly willing to be photographed, not merely consenting, but eager to display her intimate parts for the camera.

Mum calls a halt when the novelty begins to wear off. “So,” she says, leaning back and looking at us, “you two finally got to have oral sex. How marvelous. What was it like? Don’t tell me; I know how it feels to be tongued by a lover. Actually, I like doing the licking myself even more.”

I’m quite surprised when Mum goes on to tell Audrey everything about how she my grandmother had sex, back when she was even younger than I am. Now our most tightly held secrets are shared by a third person.

Audrey sits open-mouthed, astonished at Mum’s depravity, as others might call it, though to me it’s just love. Then she learns that the reason Mum’s cunt opening was so huge in one of our pictures is because my fist had just been inside it.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Misty’s fist! Incredible.”

“Girls, I’m delighted that you found each other and have discovered the thrill of making love… but now I’m beginning to feel the tiniest bit neglected.” Mum looks down at where her big brown nipples show through the silk blouse she’s wearing.

I take the hint and unbutton Mum’s top, spreading it wide open. Audrey, on the other side, doesn’t waste a second, leaning in to kiss a breast. As she works on the right, I concentrate on the left, rubbing my palm over my mum’s hardening nipple, then taking it between forefinger and thumb, rolling and pinching it.

“Harder!” Mum hisses between clenched teeth. “Hurt me! Go on, hurt me!”

I pinch harder, wanting to please her without causing too much pain, then she pushes my hand away and pulls my head down so I can suckle. Her nipple seems huge in my mouth, and I nurse away happily, just like I must have done as an infant back before I was Mum’s lover.

“Now I have two little babies!” Mum crows happily. “What a lucky mummy I am.”

Audrey comes up for air and runs her eyes over Mum’s gorgeous body. “Your knickers are really pretty, Jo, but I want to see your cunt again,” she says. “I’m gonna take ‘em off, okay?”

“Be my guest,” Mum says, already raising her arse.

I lift my head and watch as Audrey kneels between Mum’s legs and takes those turquoise knickers off. A big waft of sex odour rises from her cunt, like steam from hot soup, and we breathe it in hungrily.

Audrey squats on her heels, gazing at Mum’s big floppy labia, then with her fingertips, she pulls them wide open. Mum’s swollen clit is almost half an inch long and Audrey leans in, taking it between her lips. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and Mum gasps.

“Oh, you sexy little fox!” she says. “Where did you learn to do that?” Audrey is too busy to answer.

“Well, your clit is so big, Mum, so hard to miss,” I offer. “How could she not want to suck on it?”

For the longest time I’ve thought about eating Mum’s cunt, and now my lover has beaten me to it. I ought to feel jealous, but I know that in a few minutes, it’ll be me down there, my lips and tongue tasting Mum’s copious flow of nectar, and I’ve no wish to deny Audrey the same kind of pleasure.

Mum’s head is thrown back, mouth open, her chest heaving as she pants for breath. It’s an incredibly erotic scene and I sit up, lean back, push my knickers down to my ankles and kick them off, then press two fingers to my cunt and masturbate, just as Audrey looks up at Mum’s contorted face, then over at me.

I spread my legs even wider, thrilled to be pleasuring myself while my darling watches me. Audrey’s gaze adds to my growing excitement until I feel my orgasm hit, and it feels like all the pleasures in the world compressed into a tiny ball that explodes like the big bang itself, creating a universe more beautiful than seems possible, sending wave after wave of pure rapture sweeping through me. My toes curl, my head spins and I cry out loud.

Audrey looks up, alarmed. “It’s okay, sweetie,” Mum says. “Misty just came, that’s all.”

That’s all? It’s everything! What I feel is so incredibly intense that I want Audrey to share it. So I kneel behind her and pull her knickers down. She lifts one leg at a time so I can pull them off, then parts her thighs for me. I touch her cunt, now dripping wet with her honey, and Audrey responds by thrusting her bum up,  inviting me to have my way with that pretty little bottom.

I’m enthralled by the sight of her little brown rosebud, finding it impossible to resist. Bending down, I kiss it, push my tongue against the sweet pucker as a promise of things to come, give it a few long, slow licks, then drift down a couple of inches to her cunt. The angle is awkward for licking, but I can manage it, my body low to the floor, head tilted up, my tongue darting into her delicious crack, probing and sucking, gulping down as much of Audrey’s fluids as I can manage.

From my vantage point, it’s hard to judge her reaction, but I can hear muffled humming noises until a hoarse cry explodes from her lips. I refuse to quit, though, going down on my teen lover until she wrenches herself away from me, collapses onto the floor and rolls on to her back, panting for breath.

Mum lifts her head. “Oh, my — you made her come, Misty. Well done!” She gives me a bashful smile. “I’m right on the edge myself.”

I don’t need another hint, so I gently roll Audrey out of the way, then dive between Mum’s legs to fulfill one of my wickedest fantasies: to make my own mother come in my mouth.

As I fasten my lips to Mum’s juicy cunt, she weaves her fingers together around the back of my head, holding me fast. There’s no escape — even if I wanted to break free, which I absolutely do not. My mother is frantic for an orgasm, and it’s little Misty’s time to shine!

I do all those things that I’ve carefully watched lesbians do on those thrilling internet videos, using every trick I can remember — fingering, licking, probing, kissing, sucking, anything and everything to bring Mum to a knee-trembler of a climax. She’s already so aroused that it takes less than two minutes before her thighs clamp my face between them, her hips jerk and she howls, “Oh, sweet Jesus, I’m coming, my darling, I’m c-coming!”

“Holy cow!” I hear Audrey say.

“Yes, yes!” Mum hisses, her fingernails digging into my scalp. With one final upward lunge of her hips, she goes limp and releases me. I look up at her brightly flushed face, contorted with ecstasy.

The warm glow of contentment spreads through me… I want to laugh, to scream, to dance around the room like a fool. At last, I’ve made Mum come! What joy! I’m so proud to be the daughter to her that she was to her own mum, using my body to fulfill her needs. I’m drowning in a sea of love, an ocean of delicious sexual depravity, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

Later, sated and recovered from our adventures, we three go upstairs. On the landing, Mum hugs our naked bodies to hers, reaching down to cup our bare bums. “Goodnight, my sweet darlings,” she whispers. “I love you both so much.” She goes into my bedroom and we go into the bathroom.

“We’ll shower in the morning,” I suggest, wanting the odour of sex on our bodies to linger, so we can breathe it in all night long. We brush our teeth, and Audrey uses my toothbrush, which makes for a nice intimate moment.

In Mum’s king-size bed, we lie side by side, happy to just be together, still lightheaded from our lovemaking.

“Do you mind when I call your mum ‘Mummy’?” Audrey asks.

“No, not at all, in fact I like it. Now I can think of you as my sexy big sister!”

“I think it’s usually big sisters who teach the younger ones about sex, but in our case it’s the other way round, huh? You’ve certainly been teaching me!”

“And Mum has, too.”

“Ah, yes,” a dreamy-eyed Audrey says, “Your gorgeous, sexy mum.”

“My nymphomaniac mum. God, we’re so lucky. We are.”

I’m about to drift off to sleep when she says, “If only Miss Jackson could’ve seen us earlier. She’d come in her shorts.”

The thought rouses me a bit. “Those sexy tight nylon ones with the permanent camel toe? Wouldn’t that be something?”

“Oh, she’s definitely into little girls. Do you fancy her, then?”

“I did, but then Mum and I got into stuff and you came along and stole my heart. I still think she’s attractive, though.”

“Attractive or sexy?” she asks.

I ponder the question. “Definitely sexy. Not as hot as Mum, though. Why do you ask?”

She pauses. “I know this sounds weird, but I think that I might just give Miss Jackson a hint that I’m interested, and see what happens, y’know?”

I try to picture it, the thirty-something gym teacher with the thin body and short hair, almost a poster girl for dykes, making a move on my thirteen-year-old girlfriend.

It’s intriguing. Today’s events seem to have loosened Audrey’s inhibitions and let her inner lesbian run wild. And why only Audrey? I like Miss Jackson, too! Maybe we could both hit on our teacher, get her into a hot threesome.

I sit up in bed, suddenly excited again. “Let’s both do it — attack her from two sides, so to speak. We can use some sexy moves on her, like some of those girls in Gran’s picture collection. When’s your next P.E. class?”

“Tomorrow, as it happens. Last period.”

“That’s perfect. Hang back when it’s over and try to get alone with her, then I’ll join you.”

Audrey is practically bouncing in the bed. “That sounds awesome. Oh, Misty… I love you, you dirty little girl!”

I beam at the compliment, then lie back and fall asleep in seconds.

On to Part Five!

 

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Site Doings

  • Posted on October 25, 2019 at 2:45 pm

By JetBoy

First, thanks to you for being part of the Juicy Secrets universe. This little kingdom of ours is a true labor of love (generously flavored with lust), and it gives us more pleasure that you can imagine to bring a touch of erotic spice to your lives.

So. Today I come bearing news of the site, both good and bad.

The good news first: Juicy Secrets has been blessed of late with a big batch of great new stories that we plan to roll out in the months to come. Beloved authors No One and Purple Les have each submitted lengthy, multi-chapter gems that you have yet to see, Misty Meadow’s latest has several more chapters to run, and “Ripples,” the saga from Sapphmore and yours truly, shows no sign of ending anytime soon. Also, Sunnybunny has emerged from a two-year hiatus to pick up the thread of her story “A Young Desert Rose,” and our own site operator Amanda Lynn is working on the next installment of “Unaccompanied Minor.”

It’s a landslide of sizzling hot lesbian fiction, come to fill our happy website… and that, dear friends, is where the less fortunate news comes in.

To put it bluntly, we are experiencing an acute shortage of, er, personpower at the moment. These days, the entirety of Juicy Secrets is being run and maintained by a staff of exactly two: Amanda Lynn, who valiantly posts and formats the stories, and keeps the site in fighting trim… and me, JetBoy, who edits incoming stories and seeks out archival material, then hands it to Amanda to post.

My fellow site founders Cheryl Taggert and Naughty Mommy have moved on to other things, though Naughty Mommy is still a member of the Juicy Secrets community, leaving the occasional comment now and then. She hopes to write for us again someday, but has no plans beyond that. Please join me in fervently thanking these two incredible women for their massive contributions to this site, and let’s wish them and their loved ones every happiness imaginable.

As for my fellow editor and story seeker PoppaBear, he has fallen out of sight; the last communication we received from him was weeks ago, and he has yet to respond to our increasingly concerned emails. Let us all fervently wish and hope that he is okay.

What does this mean for Juicy Secrets? Essentially, this: I want to devote our time and energy to the new stories that we have in our possession. So as of now, we’ll be putting the site archive on hold, including the Author Unknown stories from my collection. Oh, I may stumble upon a vintage story every now and again to post, but for the most part, we will focus our attention on new material exclusively. (The one exception is FaeLissa’s “Help Me, Sister,” an archive story that still has a couple of chapters to go.)

This means that you will no longer be seeing posts every other day, a schedule that we’ve been working our tails off to maintain. Apologies, but the effort of simultaneously working on new material and trawling about for older stories is doing my head in.

The new schedule is simple enough: when we have something ready, we’ll post it.

That said, there is still plenty of Great Stuff here to peruse. I seriously doubt that there are many of you who have read every single story at this site, right? If you drop by and there’s no new post, don’t make a face and go elsewhere… explore!  There are hundreds of stories here, some of them long enough to provide you with solitary pleasure for weeks. If you only check out the new stuff, you’re missing out in a big way.

Anyhow, Amanda and I want to make it clear that we have no intention of shutting this site down… we just have to slow the pace a bit before our tickers give out. Once we get caught up with all these awesome new stories, I hope to resume our old posting schedule.

Okay, that’s the latest from us. Thanks in advance for your patience while we weather this out, and for reading this. We love you all.

Yrs, JetBoy

P.S. Thanks ever so much to all you lovely folks who volunteered to assist us! I had no idea how many of you were willing to offer your time and energy to Juicy Secrets. We’ve got enough offers for now, so there’s no need to apply unless you’re downright desperate to work for us.

To those of you who have already applied, please be patient while I work through your emails. My decision will be announced, I hope, by 11/10 or thereabouts.

 

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Help Me, Sister, Part Two

  • Posted on October 24, 2019 at 2:46 pm

by FaeLissa

Silently, gazing at a red-faced Aislin, the younger girl made a decision.

Maolisa untied the sash holding Aislin’s kimono closed, then used it to tie her wrists together. Taking the free end of the sash, she led Aislin out into the hall, up the stairs, into Aislin’s bedroom. Once there, she untied her and took her kimono off for her, then pushed her onto the big bed in the middle of the room, “It seems that my big sister is in luck. Baby sister wants to play with her.”

She tied her sister’s wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, making sure they were stretched just enough to be slightly uncomfortable, then sat beside her and explained to Aislin what a safe word was, then had her practice saying it over and over so it would be in her head should the need arise. She stood up, bent over her restrained sister, and kissed her, letting Aislin suck on her tongue for a moment. “I’m going to get a drink. Did you want something?” She grinned as she left the room.

Aislin moaned in desire and frustration as her sister left her, still tied to the bed. Her hips and shoulders were aching from the tension Maolisa’s bonds had them under, but the ache felt good and made her even more excited. She could feel her heart racing, and a thin sheen of sweat was forming all over her body.

As she waited for whatever Maolisa had planned, she repeated the safe word over and over, afraid that she would forget it when she needed it. She trusted Mail not to hurt her any more than she wanted, but she knew that there was a very big risk that her excitement might be enough to trigger an attack.

***

Taking her time, Maolisa went down to the library to get a bottle of brandy, then to the kitchen to get some soda for Aislin. Mail knew Ash would want a strong drink, but she couldn’t allow her sister to her have more than one, as it might react badly with the medicines Ash took to manage her spiraling moods. On the way back to the bedroom, Maolisa wiggled her toes on the cool tile of the kitchen floor and made a mental note to thank Aislin for getting her to pay attention to such things. Life’s much more interesting when you notice the fine details, she thought.

Watching Maolisa enter the room bearing liquor, soda, and glasses, Aislin had to smile. Anticipation had her wet and warm, and her little sister’s pretty face made her heart melt, even more now that she knew Mail wanted her.

Ash was quivering with fear, arousal and anticipation. After all, she’d never had sex with anyone, and only knew of BDSM from a book she’d found. The one porn film she’d seen was so badly made she was laughing too hard to get excited — which, Aislin’s mother informed her, was more or less typical of the genre. After that, her sex education was confined to reading about it.

Maolisa put the drinks and glasses on a small table by the door. It looked like it was intended as a nightstand, but with the bed in the middle of the room, it would have looked out of place next to it. She poured herself a glass of brandy and walked up to the side of the bed, smiling down at her bound sister. “You look so cute stretched out like that. I probably need to get pictures before I let you up again.” She took a sip of her drink, her cheeks flushed as she looked over her sister’s nude body, admiring the way light seemed to make her pale skin glow. With the freckles on her face and the red-brown of her areolas the only real colors to be seen, Aislin looked as if she didn’t actually exist in this world.

Realizing she was holding her breath, Maolin let it out in a sigh. “Sis, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love you,” she smiled at her sister’s pretty face, “and I want to make love to you.” She grinned, “right after I play with that lovely body of yours.”

“I love you, too.” Ash blushed, turning her face away. “After — after you play with me?”

“Having my way with you, while you’re tied down and naked, until you go crazy with pleasure.” She took another gulp of brandy, then put it on the table and returned to the bed, kneeling beside her sister. “First, though, I want to kiss you and taste your candy-coated tongue. You’ve tasted mine, but never gave me yours.”

Blushing hotly, but trying to look at her sister, Aislin murmured, “You didn’t tell me to. I can’t do things like that if you don’t tell me to.” She managed to force herself to meet her sister’s gaze, then blushed even brighter, turning away again. “See, that’s why I don’t look at people!”

Laughing, Maolisa caressed her sister’s cheek and then kissed it. “No it’s not, and you know it.” Turning Aislin’s face toward hers, she started kissing her lips, “I bet you got excited, knowing your sister was looking at your pussy with lust in her heart. Now give me your tongue.”

As Mail sucked on her sister’s tongue, candy-sweet as she expected, she slid a hand down Aislin’s trembling cheek to her delicate throat, then lightly trailed two fingers down her breastbone. She slipped a fingertip over the hard bubble of a nipple. “You want me to think of you sexually.” Leaning over, she blew lightly, then bit the nipple, licking while it was in her mouth. As Ash moaned, Maolisa felt it in her mouth, and had to moan in response.

Closing her eyes tightly, Aislin found that by concentrating on the feelings of lust and desire, she could keep the fear from growing too fast. She almost grinned as she realized the fear was actually contributing to the lust and excitement she felt.

As her sister pulled at her nipple with teeth almost as small and sharp as her own, she cried out in a little squeak before biting her lip, forcing herself to stay quiet. She didn’t want to make Mail worry and then stop pleasuring her. Each little bite, and there were many, made her feel warmer and wetter. Gradually, as the pressure built, Ash noticed she was trembling more.

Feeling her sister’s little body begin to shake, Maolisa released her nipple and looked up. “Are you sure you can handle this? Do you want me to stop, or maybe go slower?” Watching Ash’s face twist in confusion, she remembered that Ash couldn’t handle a series of questions very well, especially when she was feeling emotional. She caressed Aislin’s chest and started again. “Are you okay with what I’m doing?”

Aislin shook her head. “No.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Aislin shook her head again. “No.”

Smirking, Maolisa leaned over and caressed her sister’s nipples again, then kissed her, licking at her lips, finally moving away from her. Finding a comfortable chair near the bed, she curled herself in it and watched as Ash’s trembling slowly faded.

“We’re going to have to go slow and let you build a tolerance for this, aren’t we?”

Looking a little sheepish, Aislin nodded. “Uh-huh. I’m sorry. I was so excited, being helpless and scared, I forgot to say something.”

Maolisa grinned, “So you like being scared and horny at the same time?”

Aislin blushed and made sure her face was turned as far as it could be away from her sister. “Uh-huh!” She curled her fingers and toes as she realized how excited she sounded, whimpering a little in embarrassment. “Strong feelings get all mixed up and then, um, well…” she trailed off weakly.

When Mail thought Ash was calm enough to try again, she stood, making sure she was in her sister’s line of sight, then let her kimono fall to the floor. She moved closer to the bed again, heading around the corner and approaching the footboard, then smiled at Aislin. “I think you have a foot fetish,” grinning a bit as Ash sucked in a tight gasp, “and I think it might even apply to your own little piggies.” She smiled as the toes in question curled up tightly, then reached for the closest foot — caressing the sole lightly, surprised to find it as soft as a child’s. She watched visible shivers run up and down her sister’s body with each stroke, then grinned as Ash moaned deeply. “I see that it does.”

Whimpering and squirming, Aislin bit the inside of her cheek to try to keep quiet, but as her sister’s fingers ran over the sensitive sole of her foot she lost a bit of control and mewled, twisting and turning in the satin bonds that restrained her. Feeling as if she couldn’t get away made her whimper even more, and she looked away from her sister, ashamed of getting so excited over such little things, her face reddening yet again.

“How can your itty bitty feet be so soft and sensitive, when you go barefoot all the time?” Maolisa climbed on the bed to press her cheek to the bottom of Aislin’s foot. “You’re even softer than my bum.” She lifted her face and grinned at Ash. “See how you like this.” She pressed her lips to the tiny toes, and her sister seemed to grow tense all over.

Kissing and rubbing her lips across the little balls had her sister moaning, gasping, and twisting from side to side. Mail looked a few times to see if there was any fear on Ash’s face, but it looked more like excitement, so she returned her attention to the tiny toes. Sucking them into her mouth, she hummed, making them vibrate, and felt her sister bounce frantically on the bed, her hips thrusting at the air, lost in sexual rapture. Still, Maolin continued to run her tongue over the Aislin’s foot until her orgasm was done.

Aislin whimpered and wiggled her foot, trying to take it away, but between the gentle pressure of her sister’s hands and the sash holding her leg in place, all she managed was to give Mail’s mouth even greater access. She moaned and squirmed, struggling to say the word but unable to remember it. Never having experienced such a strong reaction to anything, she started to panic, pushing herself over the edge into a second climax that had her entire body bouncing and thrashing as much as the ties would allow.

Maolisa resisted the urge to cuddle and love her sister until the orgasm was done and Aislin was lying limp, gasping for breath, but with a huge smile on her face. Then, lying down alongside the young woman’s trembling body, she gave Ash a playful kiss, “Time for you to give me your tongue again, big sister.”

As Aislin eagerly returned the kiss, Mail lightly nipped at her sister’s tongue, then sucked it roughly. She tried to look in her sister’s eyes, but, as always, Ash couldn’t let her, closing them tightly. “Don’t forget to tell me when you are getting overwhelmed, okay?” Maolin said.

“Kay,” Aislin murmured, then gasped as Maolisa twisted one of her hard nipples. “’Cept sometimes.” She squeaked when Mail tugged at the nipple again, then moaned, “You’re gonna make me come again!”

“You like me to hurt you?” Maolisa asked, just to confirm what she thought was happening. “Is that what Mom meant by calling you a sensation addict?”

Blushing and scrunching up her face, Aislin nodded. “Strong feelings make me horny,” she stared at her sister’s nose, “and I like being horny.” She giggled. “Mom only found out, cause she used to spank me for being bad since I don’t listen to getting yelled at, and one day she was really mad and got carried away and gave me a huge orgasm. She hardly spanks me anymore.”

Mail giggled with her, asking, “Hardly?” and got back to torturing her nipples, biting and twisting and pulling, smiling each time she could get a squeal from her sister. When she didn’t get an answer, she bit harder until Aislin was whimpering and panting heavily. “So, do you get Mom to spank you now, so you can get off?” Still without an answer, she bit one nipple nearly hard enough to pierce the skin.

Squealing and thrashing, Aislin started churning her hips again. The feeling in her injured nipple pushing her higher and higher, she felt she couldn’t catch her breath, and when Mail bit her again, she screamed and felt herself come once more.

When she noticed Aislin’s orgasm, Maolisa took a chance and pressed her mouth to her sister’s, kissing Ash deeply while she enjoyed the results of her nipple torture. Before she realized she was doing it, Mail was straddling her humping sister, getting very stimulated by the motion of their grinding bodies.

As Aislin started to slow down, Mail kept a close look on her face to try to figure out if she needed to move away or not, but Ash’s facial expressions were not very helpful. When her sister shifted from thrusting her hips to trembling all over, that was a much stronger clue, and Maolisa quickly dismounted.

Gasping for air, Aislin tried to wave her hands and kick her feet, started to panic when she couldn’t, then remembered that she was restrained. The thought made her feel safer, somehow, and she stopped trying to move. As awareness returned, Ash noticed her sister was on top of her, kissing her passionately. She returned the kiss as well as she could, but the trembling started and she had to close her eyes and grit her teeth and ball her hands into little fists to hold back the fear. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as Mail moved away.

Maolisa knelt beside her sister again, spreading her knees, and reached out to caress Ash’s arm, getting a twitch in response. She sat back on her heels and waited, smiling softly as Ash’s body very slowly relaxed.

Once Aislin’s breathing was close to normal, Maolisa reached out slowly and took the injured nipple between thumb and finger and squeezed just enough to get a gasp. “Are you going to answer me now?” she said, grinning as Ash shook her head no, then pulled again. “There’s only two ways this can end. You say the safe word, or you answer me.” Aislin twisted and turned on the bed, thrashing as much as she could while tied so tightly, still shaking her head. Mail let up and watched Ash relax again, tears in the corners of her eyes. “Why won’t you answer?”

Aislin bit her lip and sniffled, then shook her head once more. She looked toward her sister, then away.

“Are you ashamed of this?” Mail asked, then sighed as Ash nodded very slightly. “You don’t have to be. Not with me. I know you can be a bad girl at times, but it isn’t like you have a lot of control.” She leaned over and kissed her lips lightly, then whispered, “I can spank you to make it better. Bad girls need lots of spankings, don’t they?” Aislin nodded vigorously, making Maolisa giggle. “I think we can work with that.” She studied the blush on her sister’s face. “Feeling naughty and ashamed gets you hot, doesn’t it?”

Keeping her face turned away from Mail made it easier for Ash to think, but still not comfortable enough to talk about embarrassing things. She never could talk about them, always writing about them ahead of time when she went to therapy, then just nodding or shaking her head as the doctor read and talked about them. She hoped that her mother had told Maolisa all about that sort of thing, so she and her sister never had to talk about it. Then again, she understood that maybe it was hard for other people to talk about, too. She was tempted to just blurt out that everything made her horny, but the same thing that prevented her from asking for what she wanted prevented her from admitting anything like that.

Mail laid down on her sister again, then forced her face around for a kiss, “I think I like my sister being so kinky. I can play with you and know that you like it, even when it makes you blush and cry.”

Ash nodded and let herself be kissed again, let Maolisa have her tongue. After being told to do it at least once, her fear of rejection could be overcome more easily. It still existed, but wasn’t as powerful. She felt much more comfortable, now that Mail had figured out some of her worst secrets, although she realized that they weren’t much of a secret in the first place. She managed to enjoy kissing her sister for several minutes before the shaking started again.

Maolisa stayed where she was for a couple of minutes, watching Aislin’s face as the fear and sexual excitement built, then slowly started kissing her way down the older girl’s bare body. She planted little kisses on Ash’s chin, her throat, her breastbone, pausing to admire her sister’s hard nipples as they stood proudly on her broad boyish chest, then continuing her way downward. By the time Mail was lying between Ash’s thighs, her sister was shivering again, moaning continuously.

Now crying from the stress, Aislin wanted to tell her sister to go away, leave her alone… yet at the same time she ached for Mail to continue. Her fingers and toes curled painfully as her body tried to panic and orgasm at the same time. While she couldn’t decide which was more important, it didn’t matter — the question wasn’t really a question, since she couldn’t talk anyway.

The thought that she was completely helpless, without even recourse to the safe word, made Aislin brace herself for an orgasm, before her sister so much as kissed her mound. It was a race between the oblivion of a panic attack and the heaven of a panic-induced orgasm, although she wasn’t consciously thinking about it.

Feeling Ash starting to twist about in her bonds, Maolisa held her until she calmed down a bit, then put her mouth directly on her big sister’s slit — kissing it lightly, then using her tongue to explore the tender cleft. Pressing her tongue inside she discovered that Aiolin had no inner lips, just a soft smooth fold leading to her tight little opening, a tiny nub of a very stiff clitoris just above.

Wrapping her arms around the bouncing thighs to keep her mouth in place, Mail licked between the two places of interest, getting only a few very quick strokes in before she heard the squeal and felt the frantic tossing of Ash’s next orgasm.

Aislin relaxed quickly once Maolisa let her go, smiling briefly at her sister before closing her eyes and dozing off, completely exhausted. Even feather-light kisses from her sister’s lips couldn’t keep Ash awake, although they did somehow get her aroused again before she lost consciousness.

Maolisa didn’t let the fact that her sister was asleep stop her from exploring Aislin’s body. Indeed, it was a convenient way to get familiar with the older girl while bypassing Ash’s fear and stress attacks.

Opening her sister’s pussy with her fingers, she probed inside with her tongue, savoring the thickening results of Aislin’s multiple orgasms. She decided she liked the taste of her sister even more than the taste of her own cunt, which she loved.

She smiled as Ash moaned in her sleep, then inserted a finger deep inside her vagina, eliciting another loud moan, before slipping it out and using the juices to ease it into the pucker of her sister’s bum. She was surprised to hear another loud moan and, suddenly curious, moved her free hand around to her own ass, then gently slid a finger into her rectum, which caused her to gasp. She muttered into Aislin’s pussy, “I didn’t know that felt so good!”

Her own pussy now hot and wet, Maolisa climbed back onto the bed and knelt in front of Aislin’s face, spreading both knees wide and sitting on her heels, twisting one ankle from side to side until the heel pressed firmly into her vulva.

The first thing Aislin saw as she woke from her impromptu nap was her sister’s small heel resting against the lips of her pussy. She licked her lips, sure she was still dreaming, and murmured, “Do that to me!” As she heard her own voice, Ash realized she was waking up and blushed brightly, closing her eyes to try to make this into a dream where she could talk like that.

When she opened them again a few seconds later, the scene hadn’t changed and she bit her lip. nearly hard enough to hurt. She whimpered with desire, then looked up her sister’s body toward her face, stopping at Mail’s smiling lips.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi.” Maolisa smiled down at Ash. “I thought you might like seeing that when you woke.” She leaned over, lifting a little so her sister could see that her pussy had left her foot wet, and lightly kissed her cheek. “I hope you mind that I molested you while you were sleeping.”

“Um, you want me to mind?” Aislin looked confused.

“Yes, that way you’ll get all excited, and I can have more fun with you. Think about how you would feel, knowing someone was doing sexual things to you in your sleep, taking advantage of you without you even being aware of it.”

Aislin looked even more puzzled, “If I’m asleep and don’t know, then I wouldn’t feel anything about it.”

Grinning, Mail caressed Ash’s cheek, “You’re telling me that nothing that happens to you when you’re asleep could make you embarrassed or ashamed or mad?”

“Well, I guess if it hurt when I woke up, or other people knew and thought it was my fault… then I might care, but I don’t think so.” She shrugged as much as she could while restrained, “I guess I can’t feel anything about stuff I don’t know is happening.”

“So to embarrass you, just saying things won’t work?”

Aislin blushed lightly, “Nope. I mostly get embarrassed because of stuff I do, or how I react. Like getting a spanking isn’t embarrassing, but liking it is, and having an orgasm from it is kind of humiliating.”

“Oh. If I gave you an orgasm by spanking, you’d feel humiliated?” Maolisa frowned.

Blushing even brighter, Aislin shook her head, “No, I don’t think so. I don’t know. The only person that ever did that was Mom, and I think that’s why I feel so bad after.”

“Feel? Not felt?” Maolisa grinned at her sister again, reaching out to caress her cheek. “So now I have my answer.” As Aislin, suddenly bashful again, tried to hide her face, Mail shifted around on her knees, sitting on her feet and keeping them out of the way of her pussy, “Tell me this: would you be embarrassed to watch me masturbate for you?”

Turning her face back quickly, Aislin shook her head, licking at her lips and staring directly at her sister’s pussy, making Mail feel a little less confident than she’d been pretending to be.

Now her turn to blush, Maolisa placed a hand on her mound, rubbing gently, “I’ve been thinking how hot it would be to play with myself while someone watched, but I hadn’t planned to do it for real.” As she started getting herself warmer, she relaxed a little and let her finger slide inside her folds. “But having my sister watch me finger myself… now that feels so bad and exciting.”

Having no inner lips of her own, she briefly wondered if that was a family genetic thing, or simply another of the unusual features she shared with her sister. After a bit of clumsy moving about, she was holding herself open in a way so as to allow her sister to see her masturbate, watching Aislin’s eyes while she worked a finger in and out of her pussy.

Aislin’s heart pounded as she realized that Maolisa felt that what they were doing was wrong, and therefore planned to keep right on doing it. She realized she hadn’t thought of Mail’s point of view at all and grimaced at herself. Normally, Ash hid as much as possible from thinking about other people, because it was too overwhelming, but she knew she should be trying for her sister. She told herself she would make it up later, and returned to watching her sister masturbate. She wanted to reach out and help, but only tugged at her bindings a little before settling back down to take in the incredible view of Maolisa mauling her cunt.

Just as Maolisa felt herself about to come, she made sure her sister had a good view, then tried to watch Aislin’s face as she squirted all over her busy hand. She barely caught a glimpse of the shock in her sister’s eyes before she had to let herself tip over and lie on the bed, her body glowing with pleasure. When she finally caught her breath, Mail put her wet hand to her sister’s mouth to let Ash lick it clean.

While she sucked the nectar from her sister’s fingers Aislin furrowed her brow, suddenly puzzled. “I saw you pee… but it doesn’t taste like pee, it tastes like pussy.”

Giggling, Maolisa drew close and hugged Ash, “That wasn’t pee! I came on my fingers, silly! And if you thought it was pee, then how come you were so anxious to lick it?”

Shrugging, Ash grinned a little bashfully, “It came from you. So I don’t really mind…” She trailed off.

Maolisa took her hand back to get the last taste of her cunt from it, “if you touch the right place inside, you can make your pussy squirt… sometimes quite a lot. I love the taste.” She snuggled her sister. “When you get more comfortable with me, I’ll do it in your mouth. And I’ll teach you to squirt, too.”

Aislin grinned at her sister. Her hands and feet were feeling a bit numb from being tied up for so long, but she was unable to say that she needed to be freed. She twisted her hands and feet around to get them more comfortable, then blushed as Maolisa noticed and started reaching for the ties. “You don’t have to… let me loose. Not if you don’t want to.”

“Yes, I do. Don’t want your cute little hands and feet to fall off, I have plans for them.” Maolisa finished freeing her sister and watched Aislin curl up into a ball in the middle of the bed, rubbing her wrists and ankles. “I’d apologize for making them hurt, but I think you liked it. Anyhow, you look so cute getting the circulation back.”

Still rubbing her extremities, Aislin peeked over at her sister and whispered shyly, “You say ‘cute’ a lot.”

Sitting beside her sister, Maolisa scooped Aislin up onto her lap, “Does that bother you?” When Ash shook her head, Mail kissed her forehead. “You are very cute. You mix sexy and cute together in such interesting ways, then add a batch of pretty into the mix.”

Aislin giggled, sounding like the little girl she so often resembled, and rested the side of her head against Mail’s shoulder, looking down at her breasts. With one small hand, she reached out and gingerly touched a semi-erect nipple, then started at Maolisa’s gasp. After a moment’s pause, she reached for the nipple again, lightly brushing it with a fingertip, watching the little bud grow and stiffen. Wrapped up in her first up-close study of Mail’s breast, Ash seemed to forget that she was snuggled on her sister’s lap, still feeling relaxed and curious. Her hand opened gradually and she caressed more of the breast, letting the now-hard nipple glide lightly across her palm in a circle.

Maolisa bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly, stifling a soft moan to avoid bringing notice to herself as she savored her sister’s attention. With Aislin curled up in her lap, knees to chest and heels to bum, all Mail could do was wrap both arms around her and let her explore. Maolisa wanted her sister to feel more at ease with being held, but it was hard to maintain her calm when Ash was touching sensitive and intimate parts.

Finally unable to remain silent, Maolisa let out a tiny whimper, hugging her big sister tightly. To her surprise, Aislin was not at all distracted from her study, merely shifting her arm a little to fit the slightly smaller space Mail had allowed it. Mail rested her cheek on the top of Aislin’s head, which only served to push her face a little closer to the breast that she was studying so intently.

The soft warm breath on Mail’s skin caused her to moan, her hands clutching at Ash’s body as she felt herself growing wet and warm. When Aislin’s foot slipped down between Mail’s thighs, rubbing against the smooth skin of her mound, Maolisa was sure she was about to come. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, gripping it between her teeth.

Having her face pushed a little closer to the object of her interest, Aislin thought about how the different textures between nipple, areola, and surrounding skin would feel in her mouth. She’d always liked to put things in her mouth for testing, often getting into trouble for it while growing up.

Ash leaned forward, shifting in her sister’s lap, failing to notice that her foot was now resting against Mail’s pussy. Squirming a little to get the right angle, she placed a hand under and around the cone of her sister’s breast, then bent forward, taking the nipple into her mouth. As her lips closed around the hard nub, Ash instinctively started suckling Maolisa’s breast, her tongue circling and stroking around the tip.

Maolisa cried out, unable to hold back as Ash pleasured her nipple. Hugging her sister with one arm, Mail slipped her other hand between their bodies to grasp her sister’s foot, which she pressed snugly against her sex. Aislin quickly got the idea, then began to help Maolin by wiggling her toes.

Not for the first time, Mail was astonished by how single-minded Aislin could be, to the point where things that would normally have her freaking out could be completely overlooked when something else grabbed her attention. In fact, she was relaxed enough that Maolisa was able to lie backwards, pulling Ash with her, and straighten out her own legs. Ash never once let go of her younger sister’s breast, shifting position as needed to keep hold of it. Now Mail was in a better position to masturbate with her sister lying on top of her, still mostly curled up.

Aislin snuggled into her sister’s body, the breast in her mouth making her feel safe and secure. She was lost in a lovely half-sleep, enjoying the feeling of being held so closely, though still somewhat aware that she was giving pleasure to Maolin with her toes.

Now that she was able to lie down, Maolisa found the angle made it easier for her to use her own hand along with her sister’s foot to masturbate. She proceeded to insert two fingers into her cunt, while letting Aislin’s toes stimulate her clit. This powerful combination quickly brought Mail much needed relief as a powerful orgasm claimed her.

Once Mail had caught her breath, she raised her hand to her sister’s face and wiped her honey on Aislin’s lips, then brought her moist fingers the rest of the way to her mouth to lick up the last bit. She reached back down to hold her sister’s foot against her mound as she dozed off. Ash soon fell asleep as well.

Coming before long… Part Three!

 

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Androgyne Reaches Out

  • Posted on October 23, 2019 at 3:33 pm

Hi there to all. For years I’ve written erotic stories under the pen name of “Androgyne” on 3 sites and as “Paladin” on a 4th. My problem is that after the massive crash of Yahoo Email in September my long-time address and account simply vanished and my appeals for help and complaints have just been ignored by Yahoo. I have lost touch obviously with many people, a lot of them readers of my stories, and I’m sure many have mailed to my old address and getting no reply are wondering if I’m still alive or have maybe retired from writing erotica.

The vanished address was [email protected].

My new and recent address is now [email protected].

Perhaps a few of my readers might spot this post here and be able to get back in touch with me at my new Email address. BTW my thanks to the staff here at Juicy Secrets for being so helpful re my problem.

Les

 

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The Notebook, Chapter 10

  • Posted on October 22, 2019 at 2:44 pm

by Ebo

Opening her eyes, Dana rolled onto her back. Her movement disturbed Penny, and the woman stirred but did not wake up. Dana smiled as she looked at her stepmother sleeping next to her. Penny hadn’t slept in her own bed since Dana’s dad got on the plane to Tokyo. Dana had been sharing her little full-size bed with her for a couple of weeks now. She wasn’t complaining, though.

Dana was fully awake now but didn’t want to get up. It was Saturday, so she really didn’t need to and, with Penny’s warm body next to her, the last thing she wanted to do was leave the bed. Instead, she snuggled against the woman.

“Mmm…” Penny mumbled, waking up, “morning.”

“Morning,” Dana said.

“It’s Saturday. Why are you up so early?” Penny asked, yawning. “You’re supposed to sleep in on the weekends.”

“I did,” Dana said, laughing, “it’s eleven-thirty.”

Penny’s eyes widened, and she said, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Dana said.

“I haven’t slept this late in a long time,” Penny said, then with a little laugh, “I guess I needed it after last night.”

“We did get carried away again,” Dana said, grinning at her.

“That seems to happen a lot when I’m with you,” Penny said, gently kissing Dana.

“So you’re blaming me?” Dana asked, playfully.

“Yes,” Penny said, kissing her again. “You make me feel younger than I am, and I pay for it the next day. I’m definitely not a teenager anymore.”

Feeling all warm and fuzzy because of Penny’s words, Dana snuggled even tighter against her stepmother. She liked being the bane of Penny’s self-control.

“I was thinking… Maybe we could see a movie tonight, get some dinner somewhere,” Penny said.

“You mean like a date?” Dana asked, meeting the woman’s eyes.

“I meant just to get out of the house, but…” Penny said, clearly thinking about it, “Yeah, like a date.”

“I get to wear my little black dress again?” Dana asked, smiling.

Inhaling sharply, Penny said, “That dress… I should never have bought it for you.”

“Does that mean you want me to wear it tonight?” Dana asked, playfully.

“Yeah,” Penny said, excitement creeping into her voice.

“Then you have to get dressed up, too,” Dana said, kissing her.

“Oh God, we’re going to have to leave town again,” Penny said, meeting Dana’s eyes. After a moment, she made up her mind and said, “I’ll make us some reservations. In fact, I’ll do that now.”

Penny threw off the covers and got up. Dana admired her stepmother’s naked body as she searched for her robe. Even sleepy and disheveled, the woman was absolutely lovely, very easy on the eyes. So much so, that Dana didn’t tell Penny that her robe was on her side of the bed, where it had ended up last night as things got heated.

Noticing Dana, Penny asked, “What are you smiling about?”

“I’m trying to decide if I want to tell you where your robe is,” Dana said, her smile becoming playful, “but I’m kind of enjoying the view too much.”

“It’s on your side of the bed, isn’t it?” Penny said.

Laughing, Dana said, “Yeah.”

“Good,” Penny said, heading for the door, “I’ll know where it is if I need it.”

“You don’t need it now?” Dana asked.

“And spoil your view?” Penny asked, the roll of her hips more pronounced as she opened the door. She did it to make sure Dana was watching, and it worked like a charm. Dana couldn’t look away as Penny stepped naked into the upstairs hallway.

Grinning, Dana threw the covers off and followed her downstairs. She was just as bare as her stepmother, and she got a naughty shiver up her spine as she followed the woman downstairs. There was always a thrill to being naked, even if the chances of anyone seeing her were pretty low.

Penny glanced over her shoulder, laughing when she saw Dana following her, “I hope no one comes to visit.”

“We’ll both be running for the stairs,” Dana said, grinning at her.

“Draw the curtains in the living room while I make a couple of calls,” Penny said.

Dana saw what Penny was talking about. Her heart was beating a little faster as she approached the open curtains. If there were any chance of someone seeing her, it would be right then. She got another shiver up her spine as looked at the window glass. Glancing over her shoulder at Penny, she made sure her stepmother was distracted. She took a deep breath and stepped into full view of anyone looking in the window.

“One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…” Dana said, under her breath. Her heart was racing as she tempted fate, standing completely naked in the window. She counted out seven seconds in her brain, then lost her nerve. Giggling, she closed the curtains in a hurry.

Jittery with excitement, Dana giggled, thought, That was exhilarating. I hope none of the neighbors were looking.

On legs that felt a little rubbery, Dana headed for the kitchen. She found Penny leaning against the sink, cell phone to her ear.

Penny smiled at her and said into the phone, “I’d like to make a reservation… Um, how about eight for two? You have something… Yes, we’ll take it. Thank you, goodbye.”

“I take it we have reservations,” Dana said.

“Terra Nova at eight,” Penny said, smiling as she saw Dana remembered the place.

“Where we went for our fake date,” Dana said.

“I thought we agreed it wasn’t fake,” Penny said, pushing away from the sink and wrapping her arms around Dana’s neck.

Smiling, Dana said, “I meant our first date.”

“That’s better,” Penny said, kissing her tenderly, “and for the record, this one isn’t fake, either. Nor will any of the others be fake.”

“Others?” Dana asked, raising her eyebrows.

“A woman likes to get out of the house from time to time,” Penny said, smiling at Dana, “so I’m thinking… Fridays will be date night.”

“Date night?” Dana parroted, her eyes widening at what Penny was suggesting. One date had been risky, this second date at the same restaurant even more so. Did Penny really want to try their luck every Friday?

Penny kissed her, said, “We’ll have to be discreet, but we aren’t just sitting around the house all weekend while your dad is away.”

“Okay,” Dana said, grinning.

“Good,” Penny said, letting go of her. “Now, let’s figure out what we are doing for breakfast.”

***

Sitting on the edge of the tub, Dana ran the razor over her calf. She smiled, thinking she was going to need smooth legs after her date with Penny tonight. She’d slept with Penny after their last date, and Dana really didn’t expect this one to end any differently.

She managed to finish shaving without cutting herself, a small miracle for her. Going to the shower stall, she started the water going. She stepped under the hot water, letting it sluice away the last of the shaving cream on her legs.

As she finished her shower, Dana kept thinking about her date tonight. She still couldn’t believe she was getting another chance to wear her little black dress and heels. She had figured she’d never need them again, would have outgrown them by the time she was old enough to go out on another date. Smiling, she felt glad to be wrong.

Thinking about that dress got Dana wondering what Penny was going to be wearing. Dana had asked, but Penny had only winked in reply. Whatever Penny wore, she was sure to look stunning in it. Penny could turn heads in a potato sack. Still, Dana was left with a couple of hours to wonder, and she had a very vivid imagination. She was picturing Penny in something slinky and low cut.

“I definitely needed to shave,” Dana said, grinning.

Turning off the water, she reached for a towel. After she dried off, she wrapped it around her naked body and headed to her bedroom. She couldn’t help but smile, thinking that the towel was the closest thing to clothing she’d worn all day. Even after breakfast, she and Penny hadn’t bothered with clothing. Dana had gotten a thrill from it, being naked in the middle of the day.

In her bedroom, Dana dropped the towel and grabbed her bottle of lotion. She wanted everything to be soft and touchable for Penny. She kind of liked this, getting all dolled up for her stepmother. It made this feel more like a real date.

It is a real date, Dana reminded herself. Then smiling, she thought, the second of many, it would seem.

All lotioned up, she went to her dresser for some underwear. Looking at her unassuming cotton panties, she hesitated. Date night called for something with a little more… pizzazz. Pulling out her bottom drawer, she saw the lingerie she’d bought. There was the bustier she wore for Columbus Day and some odds and ends she’d purchased to wear for Penny. The things in her hiding spot had a whole lot of pizzazz. Probably too much to wear in public.

Chewing on her lip, she looked from her cotton panties to the sexy lingerie. Her eyes kept going back to the lacy bits of nothing, and she couldn’t help but think what Penny’s reaction would be if she took Dana’s clothes off and saw it. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to see the look on her stepmother’s face. So much so, she found herself pushing her underwear drawer shut.

She didn’t bother with the bustier, figuring it would show under her dress. Instead, she reached for a bra and panty set that had come with a garter belt and stockings. It was lacy, sheer and very skimpy. Definitely not meant to be worn in public. She didn’t think she could wear the bra for the same reason she couldn’t wear the bustier. The dress didn’t have much of a back, so it would show. Still, the panties and garter belt were incredibly sexy, especially with the stockings.

She pulled those pieces out, looking at them. They were even more sheer and skimpy than she remembered. Still, she found herself stepping into the lacy black thong, then the garter belt.

“I just want to see if it shows under my dress,” Dana said, to no one in particular.

Leaving the stockings on the bed for now, she went to her closet. She had to move all of her clothes aside to get the little black dress hidden in the back corner. Smiling, she realized she had a lot of things to hide since Penny had found her fuzzy kitten notebook. Little black dresses and lingerie, a laptop she shouldn’t have and a vibrator she really, really shouldn’t have.

She slipped into the dress and stepped in front of her mirror. Turning this way and that, she tried to catch a glimpse of the lingerie, but the dress covered it completely. She’d have to make sure the tops of the stockings wouldn’t show, but she could wear the naughty lingerie underneath, and no one would be the wiser.

Well, until Penny takes my dress off, Dana thought, her heart beating a little faster. It was then that she realized she wouldn’t be taking the thong and garter belt off again.

She went to the bed, sat down to slip on the nylons. She put the garters under the panties, so the underwear would be easier to get off later, then secured the stockings in place. She moved in front of the mirror again, looking at her legs, now sheathed in black nylon. The dress was just long enough that the lacy tops of the hosiery wouldn’t show, even when she was sitting.

“Probably not, anyway,” Dana said, chewing on her lip. She loved how her legs looked in the stockings and really didn’t want to take them off, now that she had them on. She’d just have to be mindful of the hem of her dress.

Dana went to her closet and found the heels that went with the dress. Laughing, she thought, I forgot these earlier on my list of things I need to hide. Dad would have a fit if he saw them.

She stepped into them and instantly became three inches taller. God, she loved these shoes. Dana took a couple of laps around her bedroom to get used to wearing them again.

Confident in her ability to walk in the heels and not make an ass of herself, Dana finished getting ready. She put her hair up in a twist and applied a little makeup. As she put on some of her strawberry flavored lip gloss, she thought about Penny getting ready down the hall. She wondered if her stepmother was putting as much effort into looking beautiful for Dana as Dana was for her. Would her hair be styled and her makeup perfect? Dana hoped so. She wanted to Penny to try as hard as she did.

She glanced at the clock and saw she still had twenty minutes until they were supposed to leave for the movies. She sat on the bed and opened her laptop. Waking it up, she checked her email. Seeing a couple of messages from her regular readers, she felt a twinge of guilt. She hasn’t written anything meaningful since her father left for Tokyo, hadn’t submitted a story to Lesbian Lolita in weeks. Opening the messages, they were what she expected them to be about — when was she going to have a new story ready?

Writing erotic stories had been a means of channeling her pent-up desires — first for Mrs. Yoder down the street, and then, later on, Penny — into something productive. With Penny in her bed every night, her passion hadn’t been nearly as stymied as usual. Without need of that outlet, her writing had sort of fizzled out.

She closed her email account without responding. Setting her laptop aside, she decided she’d spend tomorrow writing, so she’d have something for her loyal fans to read. Even with Penny taking care of all of her desires, Dana thought she could still squeeze out a little eroticism now and again.

Dana glanced at the clock. Only a couple of minutes had passed, but she couldn’t stay in her room anymore. Grabbing her little purse, she took a second to look at herself in the mirror. With her hair up and wearing the black dress and heels, she looked older. Not old enough to be on a date with her stepmother, but older. She thought this might be how she’d look in high school, and she was okay with that.

She headed downstairs, but didn’t find Penny anywhere. Her stepmother must still be getting ready, so Dana sat on the couch to wait for her. She looked down at her crossed legs, sighing with relief when she didn’t see the lace tops of her stockings.

A couple of minutes later, Dana heard the clock of heels on the hardwood stairs. She turned and her breath caught in her throat as she saw Penny. Her stepmother wore an off the shoulder white cocktail dress that almost made Dana’s jaw hit the floor. She wore diamond earrings and a dainty chain necklace, her hair styled and pulled up. She looked stunning.

She definitely got dressed up for me, Dana thought, her heart racing.

Getting up, she met Penny at the bottom of the stairs. She stammered, “Wow… y-you look amazing!”

“So do you,” Penny said, smiling at her, “I was hoping you’d put your hair up again.”

“This dress… I’ve never seen it before,” Dana said, looking her stepmother up and down. Laughing, she said, “I would have remembered.”

“It’s new,” Penny said, her smile widening.

“New?” Dana asked, then realized the woman had bought it to wear for her.

“I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d need it,” Penny said.

“You were expecting us to have another date,” Dana said, meeting the woman’s eyes.

Penny nodded, “Even if I had to suggest it.”

Looking down at herself, Dana said, “I’m wearing the same thing as last time.”

“We’ll find you something new to wear,” Penny said, her eyes hungry as they took Dana in, “you look so beautiful, though.”

“Another dress like this?” Dana asked, playfully.

With a nervous laugh, Penny said, “Yeah… even if I shouldn’t have bought you that one, let alone another one.”

“Still worried what the other mothers would say?” Dana teased.

“Well, yeah,” Penny said, sheepishly.

Laughing, Dana said, “Just tell them I’m a rebellious little hellion.”

“You forget, they’ve met you,” Penny said, smiling at her. “The other mothers are a little jealous of how easy I’ve had it.”

“Am I not being enough of a handful?” Dana teased.

“Oh, you’re a handful,” Penny said, laughing, “just not in the usual sense.”

“And what sense would I be a handful in?” Dana asked, playfully.

Penny laughed, said, “Let’s go. Our movie starts in an hour, and it’ll take us about that long to get to the theater in Brighten.”

“Okay,” Dana said, grabbing her coat. She followed her stepmother out to the car, shivering as the cold air found its way under her dress. The thong didn’t cover much down there, and it was a bad place to feel a chill.

As she got into the passenger seat, she quickly smoothed her dress into place before Penny could see her stockings. She wanted the lingerie to be a surprise for later. She had to smile, couldn’t wait to see Penny’s reaction to what she had on underneath the dress.

“It’s cold out tonight,” Penny said, starting the car.

“Yeah,” Dana agreed.

“I’ll get the heat blowing as soon as the car warms up,” Penny said, rubbing her hands together. Smiling, she said, “It’s starting to feel like Christmas.”

“It’s only two weeks from now,” Dana said.

“Are you looking forward to seeing your dad?” Penny asked, putting the car in gear.

“Yeah,” Dana said, nodding.

Her dad was coming into town next week and staying until after Christmas. Dana was excited to see him, but also a little bummed out. She doubted she’d get to spend much time with Penny while he was home.

Rolling her eyes, she thought, Anyhow, I should be able to get some writing done in that week and a half.

Penny gave her a knowing smile, said, “We’ll find some time for us while he’s here.”

“You think?” Dana asked, intrigued.

“Dan will want him to come by the office, I’m sure,” Penny said, backing out into the street.

“I hadn’t thought about that,” Dana said, nodding. With a little laugh, she said, “Either way, I might get some writing done.”

“What do you mean?” Penny asked, glancing away from the road.

“I realized earlier today that I haven’t submitted a story — or even worked on one — for Lesbian Lolita since Dad left for Tokyo,” Dana said.

“What does — oh,” Penny said, laughing, “You think because… Am I keeping you from writing, then?”

“In a sense,” Dana said, blushing.

Penny was smiling as she returned her attention to the road.

“I was planning on writing some tomorrow,” Dana said.

“What’s the story about?” Penny asked with interest.

“No idea,” Dana said.

“Okay,” Penny said, laughing.

“Any ideas?” Dana asked.

Penny blinked in surprise, then frowned. Giving Dana a sheepish look, she said, “I just realized I haven’t written anything for a while, either.”

“Am I keeping you from writing, then?” Dana teased, grinning.

“Apparently,” Penny said, shaking her head and laughing, “I guess I should try to write something tomorrow.”

Dana smiled out the window, thinking, Looks like I’ve been taking care of all of Penny’s desires, too.

***

The movie theatre should have been packed this time of night on a Saturday, but it wasn’t even half full. Dana looked around and realized she and Penny had a bubble of empty seats all the way around them. Maybe the cold had kept everyone inside, or maybe there was something more exciting happening in the town of Brighten tonight.

Whatever the reason for the poor turnout for the movie, Dana felt comfortable enough to put her head on Penny’s shoulder when the lights went down, and the previews started. She smiled when the woman put an arm around her shoulders. Dana had seen the other people here on dates doing this, and she had been a little jealous because she expected not to have the opportunity. She intended to take advantage of their good fortune.

“This place is almost empty,” Penny said.

“I know,” Dana said, kissing her. Penny started to pull away, then changed her mind. When Dana parted her lips, Penny’s tongue slipped into her mouth. Her heart was racing as they kissed in the flickering backsplash of light from the movie screen.

Pulling back, she giggled, “I always wanted to make out in a movie theatre.”

“God, my hands are shaking,” Penny said, looking around.

Dana looked around, saw that none of her fellow moviegoers were paying them any attention. Smiling, she kissed Penny, again. Her stepmother was clearly nervous, but she didn’t hesitate to kiss Dana back. Nor did she break the kiss. It was Dana who had to pull back as the movie started. Blinking in surprise, she realized they had made out through all of the previews.

She gave Penny a sheepish grin, said, “Maybe we shouldn’t have done that.”

“Definitely shouldn’t have done it,” Penny said, laughing, “that was the exact opposite of being discreet.”

“Fun, though,” Dana said.

“Definitely fun,” Penny said, smiling at her, “I haven’t made out in a movie theatre since… Since college, probably.”

***

“That was nice.”

Smiling at her stepmother, Dana said, “Yeah.”

“Good movie, good food,” Penny said, unlocking the front door.

“Good company,” Dana said, following Penny inside.

“Very good company,” Penny said, closing the door behind them. She shrugged out of her coat, then helped Dana with hers, said, “I’m glad we did this.”

“Me too,” Dana said.

Penny put her arms around Dana, kissed her, then said, “I meant what I said about this being a thing.”

“Date night on Fridays?” Dana said, smiling at her.

“Maybe a couple of Saturdays, too,” Penny said, making Dana laugh, “Do you still have my Amazon account information?”

“Um, yeah,” Dana said.

“You are going to need a couple of new dresses… maybe some shoes,” Penny said.

With a playful grin, Dana said, “The kind I’ll have to hide from Dad?”

Laughing, Penny kissed her and said, “I’ll leave that up to you.”

Definitely the kind I’ll have to hide from Dad, Dana thought, grinning or, even better, the kind Penny won’t let me wear in public. A couple of Brighten dresses.

“This only being our second date,” Penny said, her smile becoming playful, “would it be presumptuous of me to want to go upstairs?”

Laughing, Dana said, “Considering how the first date ended, no.”

“Good,” Penny said, kissing her, “because I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this dress all night.”

“All night?” Dana parroted, grinning at her. She loved it when Penny said things like that to her.

“Even before we left the house,” Penny said, kissing her, again.

“That’s a long time to be thinking about it,” Dana teased.

“Which is why I really, really want to go upstairs,” Penny said.

“I figure you’ve had to wait long enough,” Dana said, inclining her head toward the stairs. “Let’s go.”

Penny took her hand and Dana followed her upstairs to her room. Barely through the door, Penny caught her stepdaughter’s arm and spun her around, kissed her deeply. Dana slipped into the woman’s arms, kissing her back. There was an urgency behind Penny’s kiss, and Dana suspected that maybe that remark about wanting to get her out of her dress all night hadn’t just been playful banter.

Dana lifted her arms over her head. Penny ran her hands over Dana’s nylon-clad knees, catching the hem of the dress as they moved higher. She pulled the dress all the way up and off, tossing it aside.

Dana smiled as the woman gasped. Penny’s eyes were wide as she saw what her stepdaughter was wearing under the dress. Dana almost laughed as the woman managed to look aghast and turned on at the same time.

“You wore this out in public?” Penny said.

Smiling at her, Dana said, “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh, I’m surprised,” Penny said, looking Dana up and down. Her eyes were hot on Dana’s almost naked body. She gave Dana a curious smile, asked, “Was it exciting?”

“Wearing this?” Dana said, blushing, “a little.”

“I saw you earlier,” Penny said, running her hands over Dana’s arms, “standing naked in the open window.”

“Y-you saw that?” Dana said, her already hot cheeks growing even hotter.

“A little danger can be exciting,” Penny said, smiling at her, “like us kissing at the movie theatre.”

Swallowing hard, Dana nodded.

“I was so turned on,” Penny said, with a little laugh, “it was a good thing the movie started when it did, else I would have pulled you into the bathroom.”

“At the movie theatre?” Dana asked, her eyes wide.

With a playful smile, Penny said, “Doing it in public can be exciting, too.”

“But in a movie theatre bathroom?” Dana said, crinkling up her nose. It wasn’t her idea of a romantic setting.

Laughing, Penny said, “It has its own raunchy charm.”

“If you say so,” Dana said, then had to ask, “have you ever done it in public?”

“I was dating a girl in college- Brenda was her name. She used to like to go up to Forest Overlook — or Make Out Point, as it was more often called, and fool around. A lot of high school and college couples did, but most of them parked in the corners away from the light poles. Not Brenda, though. She liked to park right underneath them. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, liked the idea that people could see us,” Penny said, her cheeks flushed.

“That sounds better than a theatre bathroom,” Dana said, laughing.

“It was a lot of fun,” Penny said, smiling nostalgically.

“Did anyone ever see you?” Dana asked.

“I’m sure,” Penny said, then laughed, “In fact, I had my picture taken more than once. Luckily that was before the internet really took off.”

“Huh,” Dana said.

“I wonder if the college and high school kids still go up there?” Penny said.

Dana looked at her for a moment, then grinned and asked, “Want to go and find out?”

“What?” Penny said, her eyes widening, “tonight?”

“Yeah,” Dana said.

“Dana, we can’t,” Penny said, laughing.

“Why not?” Dana said, grinning at her, “you only live once.”

“I’d like to not live in prison,” Penny said.

“We don’t have to park under the lights,” Dana said, kissing Penny, “you can’t tell me that hot story about you and Brenda, then not take me up there. That’s just mean.”

Laughing, Penny said, “I’ll take you when you’re eighteen.”

“Are you sure you’ll have the chance when I’m eighteen?” Dana asked, meeting Penny’s eyes.

The comment seemed to hit home, and Penny seemed to be thinking about it. Dana was pretty sure she’d still be up for sex with her stepmom when she was eighteen, but that was five years from now. A lot of things could happen between now and then. Dana could see it in Penny’s eyes, she was thinking the same thing. Dana’s heart started beating faster when she saw her stepmother lean toward her, saying yes to the crazy trip up to Make Out Point.

“I don’t even know if Forest Overlook is still open,” Penny said, nervously, “it was in pretty bad shape when I used to go there.”

“There’s one way to find out,” Dana said, still holding her gaze.

“You only live once, huh?” Penny said, shaking her head.

“Should I put my dress back on?” Dana asked, grinning at her.

Taking a deep breath that became a nervous laugh, Penny made up her mind. Picking the dress off the floor, she handed it to Dana, said, “This is so stupid.”

Dana’s hands were shaking as she slipped back into the dress and she felt hot with adrenaline. They were really going to Make Out Point. Dana shivered, thinking about Penny’s story about making love with Brenda under the light of a sodium vapor lamp. It got her already racing heart beating even faster. The idea was kind of erotic and more than a little bit kinky. Dana loved it.

Remembering the thrill she had gotten while standing naked in the open window, Dana thought, Maybe I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, too.

They headed back downstairs and slipped back into their coats. In the car, Penny hesitated with the key in the ignition. Dana thought Penny was going to chicken out, but Penny didn’t change her mind. She cranked the car over. Penny put the car in gear, then started laughing.

Glancing at Dana, she said, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I can,” Dana said, smiling at her.

Returning the smile, Penny said, “I guess it’s just another line in the list of things we shouldn’t have done.”

“That’s a long list,” Dana said, laughing.

“And it’s getting longer every day,” Penny said, pulling out of the driveway.

Dana glanced at Penny, saw a distracted smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She was looking at Penny for a while before the woman notice and looked her way. Dana raised her eyebrows, and Penny laughed.

“Sorry,” Penny said, sheepishly, “just thinking about the past.”

“Brenda?” Dana guessed.

“She didn’t have a car, so I always had to drive,” Penny said, the smile back on her face, “she got bored easily in the passenger seat and… She liked to touch me while I drove.”

“Touch you?” Dana asked, then guessed what her stepmother meant when the woman blushed, “Oh.”

“Her fingers made it so hard to concentrate on driving,” Penny said, laughing self-consciously, “I got pulled over once because I was swerving because of what she was doing to me. The cop thought I was drunk. Brenda had pulled my panties down around my thighs… My skirt was covering them so he couldn’t see. I was sure he was going to make me get out and take a sobriety test. I could just see my panties falling around my ankles as I tried to walk a straight line. I was mortified.”

“What happened?” Dana asked.

“He gave me a warning, sent me on my way,” Penny said, shaking her head, “he followed us for a ways. Brenda, ever the tease, started touching me, again. God, how I didn’t get a ticket is beyond me.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Brenda sounds like trouble.”

“Oh, she was,” Penny agreed, then snorted, “too much trouble, really. I couldn’t keep up.”

Dana glanced at Penny’s leg, the one closest to her. The hem of Penny’s skirt had ridden up high on her thighs. Dana turned in her seat so she could run her hand up the inside of Penny’s thigh. The woman gasped and looked down at Dana’s hand as it slipped under her dress. She glanced at Dana, her eyes wide.

Smiling at her, Dana said, “Watch the road.”

“I didn’t tell you that story so you’d — oh God,” Penny said, a nervous laugh that turned half moan as it escaped her. She bit her lip as Dana’s fingers massaged her bud through the panties she wore. Taking a deep breath, she said, “I need to quit telling you stories.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Dana asked, amused.

“No,” Penny moaned.

Dana saw her knuckles turn white as her fingers tightened on the steering wheel. She smiled at her stepmother’s attempt to keep her attention on the road. The woman was clearly struggling. Luckily, there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the street.

Slipping her hand into one of the leg holes of Penny’s panties, Dana eased her fingers into Penny. The woman was very excited, her juices running down Dana’s fingers. Dana thrust her fingers in and out of her. Penny’s little sounds of excitement were soon drowning out the hiss of the heater.

“Shit,” Penny moaned. Her hips were trying to push against Dana’s thrusting fingers, and she was having difficulty maintaining her speed. Dana smiled when she saw her set the cruise control. No longer needing to work the accelerator, Penny didn’t fight her own body anymore.

“Thank God for the cruise control, huh?” Dana said, grinning at her.

“My old car didn’t have it,” Penny said, her voice thick with excitement, “the people in the cars behind me would get so mad because I couldn’t keep my speed steady.”

“Brenda did this when you had cars behind you?” Dana asked.

“All the time,” Penny said, laughing.

Penny slowed to a stop at a train crossing, the safety bar descending. Looking down the track, Dana saw a train coming. It looked like a long one.

“I forgot about this train,” Penny moaned as she put the car in park.

Looking at the gearshift, Dana asked, “Is it that long?”

“We are going to be here a while,” Penny said.

“Long enough?” Dana asked, playfully.

Moaning, Penny said, “It’s not going to take much more.”

Dana thrust her fingers faster into Penny’s wet pussy, and she felt the woman start to come undone. As the train rumbled by, the clacking of its wheels filling the night, Penny cried out as she climaxed. Her thighs clamped down on Dana’s hand, and her hips jerked with it.

“Jesus,” Penny gasped. She gave Dana a dazed smile, then leaned across the console to kiss her. It lingered until the safety bar was lifted, the train disappearing down the track.

“How much further to Make Out Point?” Dana husked, her voice thick with excitement.

“Another ten minutes or so,” Penny said, putting the car into gear.

“That long?” Dana groaned.

Penny glanced at her and grinned, said, “I’ll hurry.”

***

Penny turned off the paved road onto a rutted gravel track that cut into the woods. They were going uphill in a lazy spiral until they came to an old campground at the top. The pavilions were dilapidated and overgrown with kudzu. Dana thought this place was probably abandoned.

That didn’t stop there from being half a dozen cars ringed around the darkest parts of the parking area. Far from the light poles, the interiors of the vehicles were dark, giving their occupants some privacy for whatever carnal pursuit they were engaged in.

Dana expected Penny to find them a spot in the gloom with the other cars they were sharing the overlook with, but Penny eased to a stop under the brightest of the sodium lamps. The sickly yellow light founds its way into the car and Dana could clearly see Penny when she met her eyes.

Smiling, Penny said, “Our windows are tinted… another luxury my old car didn’t have. It’ll be hard for anyone to see inside.”

“But not impossible?” Dana said, looking out the window.

“Not impossible, no,” Penny said, putting the car in park.

“Isn’t this a bit too much of a risk?” Dana asked.

“They won’t be able to see in well enough to tell how young you are,” Penny said, unfastening her seat belt. Meeting Dana’s eyes, she asked, “Do you want me to find another spot?”

“You were the one worried about prison,” Dana reminded her.

“I think we’ll be okay,” Penny said, leaning in and kissing her, “besides, you only live once.”

“Okay,” Dana giggled excitedly. It was like being naked in the window all over again. Only this time, there was a spotlight shining on her.

“Are you sure?” Penny asked, slipping her finger between Dana’s shoulder and the spaghetti strap of her dress.

“Yeah,” Dana said, her breath catching in her throat as Penny pulled the strap down, revealing one of Dana’s breasts. Her nipple stiffened almost instantly. She moaned as Penny lowered her mouth to it, teased it with her tongue. A naughty shiver worked up Dana’s spine as she looked out the window in the direction of other cars on the overlook. As Penny drew another moan from her, Dana could just make out the outlines of those cars.

Penny’s fingers slipped the other strap from Dana’s shoulder, and suddenly the dress was pooled around her hips. The hot air blowing from the car vent on her bare breasts made her shiver. Then Penny’s hand was cupping her breast, kneading it until Dana’s back arched. As her body started to grow hot all over, Dana forgot about the other people at the campground.

“Take your dress off,” Penny said.

Swallowing hard, Dana lifted her butt off the seat and shimmied the dress off her hips and down her legs. Suddenly a little shy, she held it in front of her nearly naked body defensively. Penny gave her a sexy smile and took hold of it. That smile made Dana’s fingers open, and Penny took the dress from her and tossed it into the backseat. Dana looked at it back there — still in reach, but not if she needed to get dressed in a hurry.

Her heart racing, she looked back at Penny, saw the woman shifting until she was kneeling on the driver seat. She ran her hand down Dana’s stomach and between her thighs. Dana moaned thickly as Penny’s fingers massaged her clit through the lacy panties she wore. The lovely pressure of her swirling fingertips was all the distraction she needed to forget about her dress, to forget about everything except the waves of pleasure washing through her young body.

Penny pushed the crotch of the panties aside, lowering her mouth to Dana’s bud. The hot caress of her tongue was a delicious torture, one her body couldn’t get enough of. Her hips pushed her girlhood against Penny’s mouth, eager for more.

The car was pretty well insulated, reduced outside noises on the inside and vice versa, but Dana knew her cries of pleasure had to be audible outside the automobile. She bit her lip, but she couldn’t hold them back. Doing this here was too exciting. She could clearly see Penny’s head in her lap in the yellow light of the sodium lamps. In spite of what Penny had said about it being hard for anyone to see in the windows, Dana felt like she was on a stage under a spotlight.

She was a little surprised how excited that made her. So much so that it didn’t take long for her to come. Penny brought her to a breath-stealing, mind-blowing climax, Dana’s whole body shaking with it. Even as her juices started to flow, Dana wondered if anyone had witnessed her losing control. A shiver worked through her at the thought.

“There’s a lever on the side of your seat,” Penny said, running her hand over Dana’s bare belly. “Put your seat back.”

Dana felt along her seat until she found the lever and pulled it up. Her weight took the seat as far back as it would go, until she was nearly horizontal. She looked at Penny as the woman crawled across the center console. Penny put her hand on Dana’s leg closest to the door, raising it up and pinning it against the window. With some maneuvering, Penny straddled Dana’s hips until their bodies were nestled tightly together. Smiling down at her stepdaughter, Penny pulled her dress up around her neck, leaning forward so she could remove it completely. It ended up hanging over the steering wheel as Penny tossed it aside.

Even in the tight quarters of the passenger seat, Penny was able to grind against Dana. Rolling her hips in tight little circles that had Dana moaning again, Penny showed off her experience in having sex in a car. Dana wouldn’t have thought this possible, let alone that it could feel so good. Penny’s body was rubbing deliciously against hers, and it had Dana’s cries filling the car again.

The heater was cranked against the chilly winter air, and it was getting hot in the car. Or maybe it was just Dana. A sheen of sweat had broken out on her body as she rolled her hips up into Penny. As she ran her hands over the older woman’s lovely body, she found she wasn’t the only one. The windows were fogged up from all the heavy breathing in the car.

Even as Dana lost herself in the pleasure washing through her, she didn’t completely forget where she was. The fact that she was having sex in a very public place never left her mind. It didn’t distract her from the lovely feeling of Penny’s body grinding against her own, but amplified it. Her senses were wide open, the adrenaline surging through her heightening them.

No wonder Brenda always wanted to do this, Dana thought, her fingers digging into Penny’s hips as she urged the woman to move faster.

Dana heard a new urgency enter Penny’s cries, and realized that her stepmother was going to come. Her own climax came on fast, brought on by Penny’s. The car was rocking on its suspension as they pushed each other closer to the edge of ecstasy. Their cries of excitement filled the car and probably the night outside as they strained toward that explosion of pleasure. The tension built up until neither one of them could take any more. Their climaxes shook them simultaneously. Dana closed her eyes and let pleasure have its way with her.

Eventually, she opened them again, and saw that Penny looked as wrecked as she felt.

Seeing her looking, Penny laughed and said, “This used to be easier when I was younger.”

“Maybe we should continue this back at the house,” Dana said.

“Um, yeah,” Penny said, trying to figure out how to extricate herself from the passenger seat. She managed to get off of Dana and back in the driver seat.

Dana grabbed her dress off the back seat, pulled it over her head. As she moved, she realized her panties were soaking wet. Smoothing her dress into place, she had to smile because she didn’t know if she was to blame for that or if Penny was.

Watching Penny struggle to get her own dress back on, Dana had to smile. She’d just had sex with Penny in a car parked in a public place. The car still smelled of the musky scent of their excitement and the windows were still fogged.

As she reached out to turn on the defrost, Dana thought, I think I know what my new story is going to be about. Tonight has been very inspirational.

On to Chapter  11!

 

 

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A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 12

  • Posted on October 20, 2019 at 2:27 pm

By Sunnybunny

The words hung heavy in the air between them, ringing out like the gong of a church bell. The confined space seemed to amplify the noise tenfold…or maybe that was Heather’s imagination. It was the second knockout blow dealt to her in just a matter of minutes. She was reeling away, still clutching the blankets against her body until she found the wall behind her. Every time the puzzle seemed to be taking shape, some great tornado of words swept it away, and Heather was forced to start solving it again from the beginning.

The money had never been missing. That much was certain. Angie had known from the start what had become of it. She might not have taken it herself, but she was certainly an accessory to the crime. Perhaps Angie’s father had sent her to scope out the new girl rolling into town for valuables. That revelation alone opened so many new conspiratorial doors in her head. How many times had father and daughter pulled off such a scheme? Were there countless travelers passing through Oasis who later realized that their luggage had been pilfered?

Then something else occurred to Heather, something that made her skin crawl. Had Angie’s father concocted their romance as a tool for blackmail in case their ploy was discovered?

She and Angie had gone to bed together now. There was no taking it back. If she went to the police and exposed the girl and her father, she’d be implicated herself for sex with a minor. All her running, all her careful planning… it would all have been for nothing.

Angie wiped at her cheeks roughly with both hands. It was a futile gesture; more tears just took their place. She saw a lull in the shouting and plowed ahead, speaking passionately, desperate to get everything out.

“My dad did it…” she repeated, quieter now. “He sent me over to check you out, see if you looked like you had any money.” She pronounced ‘money’ as if it were spelled ‘munny’. “But I lied and said you didn’t, and that’s the truth!” She held up a hand as if swearing on a Bible before a court of law. Honest Injun. “But he didn’t believe me and snuck out anyway. He come back home later that night, just happy as can be with that funny li’l bag of yours.” Her accent was getting more pronounced as she spoke, but by then, Angie hardly cared. It was now or never, and she feared that her sobs would return in full force soon, and Heather…she deserved to hear the truth.

“He danced ‘round our livin’ room like a drunk fool, ‘til he fell over and all these big bills come fallin’ out.” The images came flooding back to her. In an instant she relived the evening with her father, seeing him carrying on with the bag held up over his head like a prized trophy until he slipped on the rug and it all came tumbling out. He wasn’t mad, despite his twisted ankle. If anything, it only made him laugh all the harder.

Angie omitted a few other details from that evening, sparing Heather how he had pulled her down into the bills, stripped her naked and fucked her hard atop the little mound of stolen money, until her back was a mess of bruises and paper cuts and rug burns. She didn’t tell Heather about how after he hastily gathered it all back up and stowed it in the back closet for safekeeping, until the time was right and “that bitch leaves town,” or how he’d snatched up a kitchen knife, held it under Angie’s chin and issued a dire warning for her not to tell a soul about what he’d found.

Found.

That was the word he used. Not ‘taken,’ or ‘stolen,’ or even a fancy one like ‘purloined,’ but ‘found’. Like he’d been walking along the street and was lucky enough to pluck a five or ten dollar bill out of the gutter. She remembered settling back on the couch and watching her father work about the house, his fat gut wobbling over the band of his boxer shorts — hiding the bag in one place, then deciding it wasn’t secure enough and moving it to another. It started behind the sofa, then underneath it, then got whisked away to the little cabinet beneath the sink, where he spent a few minutes organizing the different cleaning and insecticide products around it like camouflage before giving up. He tried the broiler beneath the stove (they never used it, in fact Angie suspected her father didn’t even know what it was for) but the bag was too tall for the door to close.

As the evening wore on, the man steadily grew more agitated. He had to open the shop the next morning, and all this money was making him paranoid.

“S’pose I don’t come into work, and people get suspicious where I been?” He bellowed. “Or if the sheriff come on by to check up on me? That son of a bitch’ll rob me blind, just you wait and see if he don’t!” The irony of these fears never once dawned on him. In the end, the money was sequestered away in the hall closet, beneath a pile of Christmas decorations that hadn’t been used since her mother left.

No, Angie didn’t tell Heather any of that. Instead, she said, “It didn’t sit right with me, what he done to you, specially since I come to like you a whole lot. I knew I couldn’t let him get away with it. So I waited ‘til he got passed-out drunk a few nights later and stole the money right back, then I hid it in a secret place that no one knows anything about. He ain’t checked in the closet, not since that night. I think he’s too scared to ‘til he’s sure you left town. He rants about it sometimes, and I get s-so scared he’ll go drag it out just to look at it or somethin’ and…” She trailed off, unconsciously touching a hand to her throat where a sharp, stainless steel threat had been issued.

Heather slid her way down the length of wall until she was resting in a heap of blankets on the floor across from Angie, listening to her harrowing tale. She knew that Angie had risked everything for her, sensing that there were much uglier details to the story than the girl had been willing to share.

Her hands raked anxiously through her hair as she fought to make sense of the jigsaw puzzle of information that Angie had suddenly thrust into her hands. She so desperately wanted to believe the girl. Wanted it so badly that it was a physical ache in a heart that had already weathered too many crushing blows. She could stand it no longer and, her head buried into her raised knees, Heather broke down and began to sob.

She cried for a good long while. She cried for herself and the miserable situation her life had sunk into, where theft and forbidden love affairs and threats on her life all seemed to go hand in hand. She cried for Angie, God help her. She cried for the catalyst of all these woes, and cried harder still for not being able to hate her for it.

When Heather found the courage to look up again, she was surprised to see that the naked child was curled up into a tight ball on the floor, shuddering with racking sobs of her own. Angie looked so small, impossibly so. The girl’s bare shoulders shivered with the strain of weeping. She was so thin that Heather could make out her sharp shoulder blades, count the bumps of her spine.

Heather imagined a vast desert, great dunes of sand brazenly rising to meet the scorching sun. The middle distance was obscured by a haze of heat and the horizon swayed like a drunkard. In the middle of this waste was a single desert cactus flower, peeking up through the grain and grit of the valley, its petals defiant and dazzling with bright primary colors.

In her mind’s eye, Heather was lost amongst it all, buried up to the neck in the harsh wilderness, on the verge of sinking further still if she gave into the despair that had plagued her since fleeing Richie Valentine’s estate. She’d convinced herself that a new life awaited her out west. A fresh start with only a few miles and forged identification documents standing in her way. Heather had managed to convince herself that once she crossed these hurdles, all would be well for her. She would focus on herself, get her life together, be happy again.

And now look at me, she thought. On the floor of a crappy motel room in the middle of nowhere, in love with a ten-year-old girl. Staring at the sobbing child, she made a decision.

Working both arms free from the blankets, Heather set to crossing the room’s expanse, crawling toward that precious little flower. When she reached Angie, Heather scooped that rose up in her arms and cradled the sniffling child, shading her against the merciless sun.

Angie looked up questioningly only for a moment, her face a mess of tears and snot and sweat, then threw both arms around Heather’s neck and burst into fresh tears. Angie had seen all she’d needed to in the older woman’s face.

Heather gently rocked Angie gently in her arms, whispering sweet words into the crown of the girl’s head. “It’s okay. Oh, Angie, I’m so sorry. So goddamn sorry I hurt you.”

Angie hung on fiercely, pressing her fingers into Heather until the knuckles turned white.

In all the chaos, this was the only thing that felt right to them. Their one haven from the gathering storm. Once again Heather found herself marveling at how well their nude bodies seemed to fit together, how they melted into one another, until they felt as one warm, happy whole. She wondered what Mama Maven would say about a connection as powerful as this. The reply she got seemed to issue from all around, as if the woman were whispering in some unseen corner of the room:

Oh, child. Something this awesome could only be guided by some divine force, and I don’t mean ‘awesome’ like you young people say it. I’m talking about ‘awesome’ in the Biblical sense. The kind that Job and Paul and John felt. Something so great that you and I can only marvel at it in our limited comprehension. Do you understand?

Heather nodded into Angie’s angel-soft hair. The girl smelled of cheap shampoo, sweat and stale cigarettes. The words bubbled up in her throat and tauntingly danced on the tip of her tongue, then in a rush of breath, she confessed her own long held secret. “I love you, Angie.”

The girl stopped trembling in her arms, then she slowly lifted herself out of Heather’s embrace to meet her eyes anew. There, swimming in tears and ruddy cheeks, Heather saw so much adoration that it made her heart ache. “I love you too, Heather.”

Once started, neither could stop, and they repeated it to one another again and again, until their mouths met in another desperate embrace.

“I’ve always loved you, Angie! From the very first moment I laid my hands on you!”

“Heather, oh God, I love you so much! I think… I think I loved you even before I knew you! Does that even make sense?”

“No, but this does…”

They tumbled to the floor together, still embraced. Heather practically dragged the little girl over to the pile of bedding. The mattress had been stripped bare, the pillows, sheets and blanket in a heap on the floor and the two lovers lost themselves within them.

In a stark contrast to their first time, they ground their bodies together in a frenzy. More than once their teeth clicked together painfully as they kissed. Each time, it made them break apart, giggling before attacking each other’s mouth again.

Heather’s fingers laced through Angie’s hair, locking the youth in a desperate embrace. Angie’s small hands groped at every inch of Heather, unable to decide where they wanted to be. At first it was the small of her back, then they sought out the firm roundness of the woman’s buttocks. She moaned eagerly as her fingers fanned out around the exposed flesh, cupping the shapely ass before flying back up to grasp at Heather’s breasts.

The woman gasped, finding both pain and pleasure in Angie’s rough fondling. Taking hold of the girl, she eased her back until she had the child pinned down on their improvised bed. She peppered Angie’s neck with fresh kisses, nibbling at her neck and earlobe until she coaxed fresh mewling from the girl’s sweet lips.

“Oh, Heather, please don’t tease me,” Angie breathed, arching her hips spasmodically. “I need you so bad!” She fought against her light restraints, wanting nothing more than to press her naked flesh into Heather’s.

Heather adjusted her grip and took one of Angie’s hands. “Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, pressing that hand between her legs, letting the girl touch her arousal. “Can you feel that?” Her voice became a shudder, barely above a whisper; a secret nearly lost in the heaving breath and whisper of sheets. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

The girl’s fingers were clumsy at first, more experienced with handling a man’s unruly soldier than the tender flower of a woman. Heather still had much to teach Angie about how two women made love.

“Here, slow down,” she whispered. “Touch me here. Yes, here… now move with me.” She guided the girl’s small fingers over her own sex until she was shuddering with each pass over the firm nub of her clit. Their fingers quickly became drenched in the dew of her arousal. Finally, when she was certain Angie had the rhythm down, she withdrew her hand.

Now Angie was splayed on her back with Heather kneeling beside her. Heather looked down the length of her own body, gasping at the lascivious sight of Angie’s tight, boyish body laid out before her, tanned all over with the little knots of her nipples hardened into points. Heather’s eyes trailed lower still, following the line of hip bones to those long and very brown legs. Angie’s peach glistened in the light of the room, looking so slick and supple and inviting. A forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

Heather had never been so tempted by anything in her life. This girl and her prepubescent body, so smooth and flawless, on the cusp of womanhood… Heather had already taken her first bite, and if she was damned for it, why not have another?

“I’m going to touch you now, Angie,” Heather intoned, feeling a touch of déjà vu before she reached out to gently stroke the girl. Angie stiffened at her lover’s caress, momentarily losing the rhythm she’d been applying to Heather’s sex, but quickly recovered it.

Heather smiled patiently, rocking her hips with the motion of the child’s hand as she hummed with delight. “Oh, that feels so nice. You’re doing such a good job, Angie. Please don’t stop.”

The sigh that followed from Angie wasn’t from relief or pleasure, but a deliberate effort to regain composure. It was so easy for her to lose control in the heat of the moment, with emotions running so high.

Heather’s fingers came away trailing threads of the girl’s arousal, and she suckled them between her lips. She moaned again at the familiar taste, more intoxicating than the strongest alcohol she’d ever had. Nothing compared to Angie in her eyes. Nothing in the world could equal this beautiful child. She’d been a fool for fighting her desire for so long.

“Oh, Heather, I’m so close!”

“I know. I am too, Angie, I’m so close. Let’s try to c-come together, okay?”

The girl nodded her sweat-glazed forehead into the sheets, pursing her lips so tightly they became a white line. She was fighting so hard to wait for Heather that she trembled with the effort. The sight of Angie’s struggle was adorable and endearing and very, very erotic. It helped to drive Heather over the edge and explode in another electric orgasm.

Angie found her own release a heartbeat later, and the two cried out their pent-up desires as one, brazen voice. It echoed in the small room, amplified somehow into a cacophony better fitting a small orgy than the lovemaking of two youths. The heights they reached were staggering, peaking far higher than either ever felt or even thought possible. Heather felt as if they might smash through the roof together, shouting defiantly to the heavens and yet… for something so powerful, the coming down was amazingly gentle.

The young lovers settled easily into each other’s arms, panting and staring at one another from inches apart. So much needed to be said, would have been said if they could only catch their breath. If only they weren’t so drained. So instead of talking, they drifted into an easy sleep.

Neither dreamed.

On to Chapter Thirteen!

 

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Vee

  • Posted on October 18, 2019 at 12:45 am

By Amanda Lynn

Author’s Note:  I woke one Saturday morning, my head filled with quickly fading dream fragments from the night before. Grabbing the notepad I keep by my bed, I jotted down the bits I could hold on to, and later that morning, after a large cup of coffee, I bashed out a first draft. With a bunch of embellishments and tweaks, and help with editing from a friend, I finished Vee.

I hope you all enjoy the peek into this author’s naughty dreams. 🙂

 

I’ve known Vee since the day she was born. Or so my mother says. I was only 4 at the time, so I’m not sure if my memories from back then are genuinely mine or just creations of my own making based on the stories my mother told me over the years.

Anyway, Vee lived in a bungalow with her mother, right next door to an identical house in which my mother and I lived. The only difference was the color of the siding. “Vee” is just a nickname I gave her, actually, short for Veronica. Likewise, my name is Amanda, but everyone just calls me Mandy.

The town we lived in back then was small, quiet, and the people were friendly. Nothing really exciting ever happened there, except that one time when the old warehouse at the edge of town mysteriously caught fire and burnt to the ground. Rumor was that old man McCarthy had it torched for the insurance money.

Our mothers had lived in the town their entire lives and were best friends since their school days. That’s why Vee and I became friends from day one. Our mothers visited one another often and I would find myself at Vee’s place just as often as she would be at mine. Sometimes we would even sleep over. We got along well, Vee and me. Our likes and dislikes seemed to match in most things. We both liked pineapple on our pizza, shorts and tee-shirts instead of dresses, and we listened to the same music. Neither of us liked going to church on Sundays because we had to wear dresses and we weren’t allowed to fidget or talk.

As the years went by, we became like sisters. Being the older, I would look out for her when she started school—not that there was any real need to. It was a small school with grades ranging from primary to 7, and the students came from several small towns in the area.

Everything in our life was fine until Vee turned 8. Well, it wasn’t so much Vee turning 8 as it was me going through puberty. As a child, Vee had a cute face, and I had always thought so. There was nothing romantic or sexual about it. I just thought she was cute. The type of cute that got young girls modelling jobs for those breakfast food commercials you would see during Saturday morning cartoons.

At 8, Vee looked like most girls that age. By that, I mean she was a stick. No boobs and no hips. Pretty much straight and flat from top to bottom. What she did have, though, was that face, with its bright smile that seemed to never go away. Her light brown hair hung just past her shoulders at that time. Her hazel eyes sparkled, and if you were standing close enough to her, you would see little specks of gold in them.

Vee was about an inch taller than the other girls in her grade, though that never bothered her or anyone else. She also liked to keep active, always on her bike, swimming, or playing soccer. She looked just as good in a swimsuit as in the shorts and jersey of her team uniform. There was no fat on her body, and she was incredibly fit for an 8-year-old.

The one thing that did register with me, though, was her perfect bum, and that’s what changed our normal quiet life. Her bum had always been perfect, of course, but I was now noticing it as more than just another body part, especially when she wore a swimsuit or tight shorts. And for reasons I didn’t completely understand—well, maybe I did, but didn’t want to admit it—I found myself wanting to be physically close to her, to brush up against her and feel her skin touch mine. I wanted to touch her bum, and that kinda scared me.

Puberty was wreaking havoc with my hormones, and the typical things were happening to me. I had grown a couple of inches almost overnight, sprouted boobs and pubic hair, and started having periods. I could have lived without that last one. But the best part of it was that I discovered, at the age of 11, that the little bump at the top of my slit could produce sensations that were beyond belief if I touched it a certain way.

Because I felt some connection between my budding sexual desires and my strange attraction to Vee’s bum, I looked for excuses to be close enough to Vee to touch her. It was easy if we were watching TV or playing a video game. Our elbows and knees would rub together, and it gave me strange little tingles all over. Vee, of course, was oblivious to my desire. Sometimes I would tickle her ribs, and she would laugh and wiggle as my fingers moved over her body. But when she would roll over on her belly, that was an opportunity to indulge my real desire. I would start at the back of her thighs and move my fingers up to the soft flesh of her bum, and it would send a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. I wouldn’t linger there, though, just in case she caught on.

At night, when I was home alone in my own bed, I would think about what happened. The feel of her bum under my hand, the beautiful feelings that coursed through my body. It excited me, it caused my clit to come to attention, and I had to touch it. I didn’t know why it happened, why thoughts of Vee excited me so. I didn’t fight it, though. I rubbed myself, played with my clit, dipped my finger into the wet heat of my vagina. I pictured Vee. Her cute face, her bright smile, that perfect little round bum. Those thoughts were all it took to trigger an orgasm that would rocket through me, leaving me breathless. I didn’t know what to think of it.

I should clarify that I had fantasized about girls before while touching myself. Mainly young Emma Watson as Hermione Granger, but there had been others. I knew I preferred girls even at that age, so it didn’t surprise me too much that Vee would appear as the lead role in one of my fantasies. What I didn’t understand was why this girl who I thought of as a sister turned me on so much. What was I going to do about it?

Vee supplied the answer to that dilemma that same year. Because I was 12 by then, my mom thought it would be good for me to take a babysitting course and earn some money. Of course, it would be up to her who I sat for and how often I did. School was still to be my top priority.

My first job was on a Friday. Our mothers had decided they were going out for the evening, and I, the newly qualified babysitter, would be watching over Vee while they were gone. Though Vee loved the idea that the two of us got to stay home alone, she wasn’t thrilled about needing a babysitter. She wasn’t a baby, after all.

Our mothers had laughed at her reaction and agreed that I would be her protector instead. Vee seemed happier with that. After making sure I had their phone numbers and knew what to do if there was an emergency, they left for their night out. They were actually going on a date, but I didn’t know that at the time.

Vee had already dressed for bed, wearing an oversized tee and panties, and I found myself wishing I had been there earlier when she had taken her bath. Maybe she would have let me wash her. Wishful thinking for sure.

Anyway, we spent the evening playing a board game, laughing, and talking. I even got a little tickling in. I had managed to push her tee up high enough that I could see her belly. The panties she wore were made of a thin pink material and they had ridden up as I teased her. My fingers stilled for a moment upon seeing the small camel toe between her legs, and I could feel myself getting wet.

When I looked up to her eyes, she was smiling at me, and it was clear she knew I was looking at her pussy. I knew I had to do something in case she asked a question I didn’t know how to answer, so I grabbed her hips and rolled her over. God as my witness, I damn near came at the sight. As with the front, her panties were pulled up into the crack of her bum like a thong. The fleshy globes of her ass exposed for me to feast my eyes on.

And that’s what I did. I stared and might have drooled too. I moved my fingers in a half-hearted tickle. Up the back of her thighs and onto her bum, just like in the past. Except this time, I laid my palms flat on the smooth skin of her bum and caressed it. Damn, it felt so nice to touch her perfect bum.

My clit was screaming for attention, but my brain somehow overruled it. I gave her bum a gentle squeeze, then rolled off her and flopped onto the sofa. I was panting, though not sure if I was out of breath from the tickling or my heightened arousal. I just knew I needed to get away for a bit.

“How about some popcorn and a movie?” I asked as I stood.

She gave me a strange look and nodded. “Okay.” Her voice was raspy, and her cheeks were flushed.

In the kitchen, I soon found the popcorn and put the bag in the microwave. When I took a bowl from the cupboard, I froze in place. From where I was standing in the kitchen, I could see into the living room without being easily seen myself, and what I saw made my pussy clench.

Vee was straddling the overstuffed arm of the sofa. She gripped it with both hands, leaning forward slightly, rolling her hips, and moving back and forth. Holy crap, she was humping the sofa. Was it possible that she had discovered masturbation already? I was so jealous of her.

I stayed where I was and watched. I needed to see if she would come. I glanced at the microwave, glad I hadn’t pushed the start button yet. Bringing my attention back to Vee, I pushed the palm of my hand against my own pussy, my clit once again demanding attention.

Vee’s movements quickened. Her mouth was open, and she stared blankly into space. I heard a grunt, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Vee knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on the arm of the sofa and ground her pussy into it. Then she stopped moving, her body going rigid. She shook a little, and I could hear what sounded like a whimper escaping her lips, then she rolled off the arm of the sofa and lay there. Only her chest moved as she panted.

A small orgasm washed over me at that moment, and I had to force myself to move away from where I stood for fear that Vee might see me. I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. 8-year-old Vee had just masturbated on the sofa and brought herself to orgasm. I wondered if somehow my touching her had made her horny enough to want to masturbate in the first place.

“What’s taking so long?” Vee yelled from the living room a few moments later, breaking that chain of thought.

“Coming!” I called back then snickered at my word choice. I pushed the button on the microwave and strolled into the living room. “Pick a movie yet?”

She nodded and held up Frozen. “Yup.”

I groaned inwardly. It was Vee’s favorite movie, and I was sure we had seen it 1000 times already. I studied her face for a moment. So cute. She was still a bit flushed as she smiled up at me. What do I do now? I wondered. Vee masturbates. And she just did it because I touched her. Maybe. Should I say something? Maybe I could just… pretend to touch her by accident and slip my hand under her shirt a bit. Damn.

When the popcorn was ready, we sat on the sofa side-by-side. Vee held the bowl, and I pushed the button on the remote to start the movie. As we watched, the skin to skin contact of our legs was not lost on me, and I glanced down. Her tee was pushed up in a bunch, and I could see the skin of her thigh nearly up to her panties.

That was when a naughty idea leaped into my head. It was clever and I might even be able to pull it off as an accidental touch. But did I dare to try? She might see through it, or get either scared or mad. I thought about it for several minutes as I munched on the popcorn. Butterflies filled my belly and my head swam. As much as common sense told me that I shouldn’t, I needed to try. So, ever so casually, I reached into the bowl perched on Vee’s lap and picked up a single piece of popcorn. Then, just as casually, I let it drop between her legs.

“Oops!” I said and reached down for the wayward kernel. I looked at Vee’s face as my hand moved around, pretending to search the sofa. Vee looked back, her expression neutral, but she didn’t say anything, didn’t make any attempt to close her legs or push my hand away.

I took that as a good sign. Taking a quiet breath, I move my hand upward until it touched her panties. The first thing I noticed was the dampness of the material. I heard a sharp inhale from Vee and looked up at her again. Her eyes were open a bit wider, and her mouth formed an O. Still, she didn’t pull away or object to my actions. So, I continued, moving my finger up and down her panty-covered slit. I moved slowly, gently, watching her for any adverse reactions.

“You’re so wet,” I whispered.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her face turned a lovely shade of pink as she hesitantly closed her legs, pushing my hand away.

“For what?”

“My mom said if I need to touch myself down there,” she pointed down at the spot where my hand had just been, “I should only do it in my room. You’re not going to tell, are you?”

I was stunned. Not only did Vee masturbate, her mother knew and was apparently okay with it. Vee was staring at me with a pleading look. I shook my head. “No, I won’t tell,” I said as I absently licked the finger that had brushed against Vee’s damp panties.

Vee’s eyes widened. “You just licked your finger,” she said as if I had just completed some magical feat.

I looked at my finger and back at Vee and realized what I had done. I had just licked Vee’s pussy juice from my finger without realizing it. There hadn’t been an overabundance of it through her panties, but there had been some. If I had been paying attention, I might even have registered the taste of it.

“I did,” I replied.

“What did it taste like? Was it good?” Her voice was quizzical, but her eyes sparkled with interest.

I had been wondering that myself, and realized I wanted to find out. This presented an opportunity that, until that moment, had never crossed my mind. It was utterly foreign, and I wasn’t sure I even knew how to execute it. I had heard about such things, sure, but… Did I dare to try?

“Um, I’m not sure. I didn’t really get a good taste.”

“Oh,” she said, looking a bit disappointed.

“Your mom said you should only touch yourself in your room, huh?”

Vee had a puzzled look on her face as she nodded.

“Well, if we go to your room and I’m the one touching you… that would kinda be the same thing, right?”

Vee thought about that for a while, and I thought maybe she was going to say no. But soon she smiled and hopped up off the sofa. “Okay! But it has to be our secret. I think our moms would get mad if they knew you touched me there.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I was thinking the same thing. I followed Vee to her room and shut the door behind us. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my stomach was doing flip flops. Vee quickly moved to her bed and sat on the edge, spreading her legs for me. She seemed to be as eager as I felt. I knelt on the floor in front of her and put my hands on her knees.

“What do you call your vagina?” I asked. “I call mine my pussy.”

Vee giggled. “Me too. But mom thinks I should use the proper names. Pussy sounds so much better.”

“Agreed! So… it would be much easier for me to taste your pussy juice if your panties weren’t in the way.” I tried to say it as a matter-of-factly as I could, but my voice quavered a bit.

She narrowed her eyes. “You want me to take off my panties?”

I nodded. “If that’s okay with you.”

She stood and pulled off her tee and her panties then sat back down. I hadn’t meant for her to get completely naked, but now my eyes roamed over her flat chest and I felt myself get even more turned on.  My clit jumped, and arousal flowed at my entrance as I took in her nude body.

I was now only inches from Vee’s bald pussy. I pushed her legs farther apart and moved in closer. Her pussy was still red and swollen from masturbating earlier, and I licked my lips as I studied it. Her inner lips were mostly hidden, and her clit was just a tiny bump at the top of her slit.

I had never been this close to another pussy before, and I had only seen mine in a mirror. As for tasting one, the hint of flavor I got earlier had been my first, and soon I would get a much stronger taste from the source. It wasn’t fear or disgust that had stopped me from tasting myself when I masturbated, and there had always been plenty juices to sample. I had just never thought about it. Maybe if Vee tasted as good as I thought she might, I would try tasting myself.

I moved closer, only an inch away. A slight scent touched my nose. It wasn’t unpleasant, though not the heady, musky smell I would come to notice in the future from adult partners. I felt Vee quiver under my hands as my mouth drew nearer to her sex.

“Are you going to use your mouth?” I heard her whisper above me.

I nodded, not taking my eyes from her sex. I was nervous, unsure of what I was doing and a bit apprehensive of doing it at all. But I did it. I leaned in and pressed my lips against her slick flesh, just about her entrance. Vee twitched and drew a breath. I stilled, waiting to see what she would do. She moaned softly and I kissed her there. I pulled away, just slightly, and licked my lips. The flavor of her arousal stimulated every taste bud in my mouth. It was new and exciting, a bit on the tart side but not overwhelmingly so.

I kissed her again and let my tongue explore her labia. Vee gasped and fell back on the mattress. She spread her legs wider, inviting me in. I repositioned and grabbed her hips, pushing my face into her. Her pussy was small, and it was a short journey for my tongue from her clit to her entrance. I explored her slowly, savoring the taste and sensations of the smooth wet flesh beneath my tongue. It was intoxicating, and I didn’t want to stop. I needed more and quickened my pace, devouring Vee as best I could.

Vee was squirming, and I had to hold her hips tightly to keep her from wriggling away. I stopped licking and concentrated on her entrance. I pushed inside and was surprised at the heat and smoothness of her walls. Never having done this or even read about it, it was a powerful turn-on. My own clit was throbbing, and I paused for just a second to consider how I was going to get myself off tonight.

My attention was drawn back to the matter at hand when Vee whimpered in protest at my lack of action. I licked at her entrance for a moment longer before moving up to her clit. I found it stiff and swollen, and sucked it into my mouth at once. Vee cried out and both of her hands found my head, her fingers tangling painfully in my hair.

I ignored the discomfort and concentrated on Vee’s clit. I sucked and swirled my tongue around it, flicking the sensitive bud. Vee was writhing beneath me. She was making primal noises that turned me on but also scared me a bit. Whatever she was feeling from my ministrations was driving her wild. I had only been at it for a moment or two when she pushed down on my head and ground her pussy into my face.

“Oh! Yes! Don’t stop, Mandy!” she gasped between ragged breaths.

I sucked and licked, unable to answer even if I’d wanted to. Suddenly, she stiffened and cried out, forcing her clit harder against my mouth. She twitched violently for a while at what I guessed were the aftershocks of her orgasm. Eventually, she relaxed and settled on the mattress, her fingers loosening their grip on my hair.

I gently pulled away from her and she whimpered at the loss of contact. My jaw was a bit sore, and my face soaked with juices. I moved up to lay on the bed beside her and watched as her breathing calmed. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at me and smiled.

“That felt really, really good.” Vee giggled.

I chucked too. “It sure looked like it.”

“What did it taste like?”

“Heaven.”

“Can I taste?”

I nodded, and she gasped when I pushed a finger through her folds, making it all slick. Her eyes widened when I touched it to her mouth, but she parted her lips and sucked my finger clean.

“That was nice… but I meant your pussy,” Vee replied after licking her lips.

“Okay, if you really want to.” I lay still for a moment waiting for her to make the next move. My body was on fire, and I knew that as soon as her finger touched my pussy, I would explode.

“You need to get naked, silly. I can’t lick you if you have your clothes on.”

I think my brain short-circuited then. I don’t remember doing it, but I must have stood, shed my clothes, and lay back down because the next thing I knew Vee was pushing my naked legs apart. She knelt there, looking at my pussy for the longest time before she reached out and traced little circles with her finger through my sparse patch of pubic hair.

“Will I get hair down there?” she asked innocently.

I nodded. Her touch was electric, and I wanted to grab her hand and push it down to my clit right away. As if reading my thoughts, she moved her finger to my bud and stroked it. I moaned and pushed my hips up. She giggled like a child playing with a new toy—which, in a sense, she was. Her finger swirled, and I whimpered more in response. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she traced a path from my clit to my entrance. Then, in an act more suited to an 18-year-old rather than an 8-year-old, she pushed two fingers into me and slowly pumped them in and out. I bucked my hips in response.

“Vee!” was all I could manage.

She pulled her fingers out, after several more strokes and sucked on them, all the while looking into my eyes. “Yummy!” She giggled then moved to lay on top of me. I adjusted her position, so her pussy was on mine. I needed to come so bad it hurt. I gripped her perfect ass and pulled her down.

“Move your hips. Rub your pussy on mine,” I coaxed, my breath ragged. She began to move, and the sensations that shot through me were electric. Vee’s movements were slow and rhythmic at first, but the pressure on her clit must have spark new arousal in her too.

She quickened her pace. Grunting, she pressed her pussy harder into mine. I groaned, gripping that cute little ass of hers even tighter.

“That’s it, Vee,” I panted, “fuck me.” I surprised both Vee and myself with the use of that word, but it did the trick. We rocked our bodies together hard and fast, pushing into each other. The pressure in my belly multiplied, moving downward until it let loose and ribbons of white-hot pleasure washed across me.

Somewhere in my mind, I heard Vee scream out her release, and we lay there in a boneless sweaty heap until we could each breathe again. Vee looked up and smiled, then surprised me by wiggling up and kissing me.

“You said ‘fuck’.” She giggled.

“So did you.”

Her face reddened, and she giggled again. “I like it when you make me come. It’s much better than when I do it myself.”

I raised an eyebrow, not thinking she knew what the word come meant. “I like making you come,” I replied.

“Can we do it again?” she asked sheepishly.

“Now?”

She shrugged then grinned. “Maybe not. Our moms will be home soon, but some other time?”

“Most definitely.” I pulled Vee into a hug and then kissed her softly until I felt her tongue poke at my mouth. I let her in, and as our mouths and tongues moved together, I wondered how she could be more experienced than I was at her age.

And that’s how it went for Vee and me. Secretly touching and licking each other whenever we could, and as time went by, we learned more and more about each other’s bodies and the many ways in which we could pleasure the other.

When Vee was 10, I broke her hymen with a hairbrush. When she was 12, I brought her to orgasm by licking and fingering her ass. When she was 16, I fucked her with a strap-on for the first time. When she was 18, we had our first threesome.

Today, in my 34th year, I kneel on the floor of our living room near 8-year-old Nikki who lays naked on the sofa before me, panting. Her legs are spread, and her sweet pussy drips with her juices and my saliva. My mouth and chin are just as wet. Vee sits naked in the armchair across from Nikki and me, bringing herself down from the mind-blowing orgasm she just had.

Nikki turns and looks at Vee, smiling. “Did you like watching me get my pussy licked, mommy?”

“Very much, sweetheart. Very much,” Vee replies.

 

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My Amazing Mum, Part Three

  • Posted on October 16, 2019 at 2:36 pm

by Misty Meadow

I see Audrey in the cafeteria and carry my tray over to her table. Her face lights up when she sees me.

A couple of her friends try to join us, but she waves them off. They look at us contemptuously. “Fucking paedo!” one of them mutters.

“Cradle snatcher!” sneers the other.

“Don’t let them bother you, Misty,” she says, “they’re just jealous.”

“Mum thought you might want to sleepover at our house tonight,” I tell her. “Please come! It’ll be awesome to spend the night with you.”

Audrey looks like she’s just won the lottery. “Oh, wow, yes! Let me call my mum.” Stepping away from the table, she makes the call, talks for a moment and hangs up, grinning. “It’s fine. She met your mum last night when she drove me home and really seemed to like her.” (If only she knew!) “It’s not a school day tomorrow, so we can stay up late.”

“Mum says we can use her big double bed and she’ll sleep in mine. She can’t wait to see you again.”

We chatter away, making girl talk, getting to know each other, hardly pausing to eat until it’s time to go back to class. “Mum will pick us up at the gate again,” I tell her.

Waiting with her as school lets out, she opens her backpack. “Look,” she says, spreading it open. I see a pair of neatly folded white panties.

“Oh, my God! You’ve got no knickers on!”

“Clearly. Here’s what happened. Our last period was gym, and as usual, when we were changing, I waited until Miss Jackson was looking my way and peeled my leotard down and stood there, naked, like I was thinking about something, though I knew she was staring at me. I even rubbed my cunt for a bit, like I had an itch down there.

“I put on my bra, then sat with my legs spread as I slowly put my socks on, one at a time, giving her a really good look. Then I put my dress on, and turned to leave. ‘Audrey’, she called, ‘you’ve forgotten these.” She held out my knickers and I said, “Oh, silly me. Thank you, Miss Jackson.” I stuffed them in my backpack and walked out. I wonder what she thought, and if she pictured me riding home on the school bus with no knickers. It was awesome.”

“You’re just like me, Audrey: a naughty show-off.”

Mum’s car pulls up and we climb in.

Home, we drop our backpacks and take our sneakers off. “Audrey has something to show you, Mummy,” I say. “Go on, let her see.”

Audrey coyly lifts the front of her dress to reveal her knickerless parts, grinning like a fool.

“Holy shit!” Mum croaks. “Have you been like that all day?”

Audrey retells the story of teasing Miss Jackson, and Mum laughs. “So she’s a dyke, then.”

“She’s into little girls, yes,” Audrey affirms, “and she’s certainly into Misty.”

“I tease her, too, Mum. I let her see my cunt when I’m changing. It’s fun.”

“Poor Miss Jackson,” Mum says, “she must be so frustrated. All you lovely nymphets dancing about and undressing and stuff, it must be torture for her.” Audrey drops her dress. “No, lift it up again, I want to take a picture of you.” Audrey looks dubious.

“It’s okay, Audrey,” I tell her, “no one gets to see our pictures except us.”

She hoists her dress up again and beams at Mum’s phone.

“Mummy,” I say, “can we upload the pictures on both our phones into the computer so we can see them on the big screen?”

“Go ahead. You’ll find the connector in the desk drawer.”

I upload everything we took yesterday. Our big TV serves as a monitor, so we sit back on the couch, seeing our pictures one at a time, including me in crotchless knickers, then tied up on the bed, then the close up of my cunt and the shot of Mum’s gaping cunt after I’d fisted her.

I hear Audrey gasp. Wondering if I’ve revealed too much of my sexual adventures with Mummy, I look sideways at Audrey to gauge her reaction. She seems entranced.

“How did it get that big?” she asks, totally awed. “It looks like you just had a baby.”

“It’s a secret… and Misty is my little baby, aren’t you, my darling?”

I smile in agreement. “Now watch this.”

I play the spanking video and to my relief, Audrey laughs. “You guys are so bad!” she says, understating the obvious.

“I hope all this doesn’t come as a shock to you, Audrey,” Mum says. “Misty’s relationship with me is unusual, and many people might be horrified by it. After all, technically it’s incestuous and illegal, but I assure you that everything we do is totally consensual on both sides, and we love each other dearly. I’d never do anything that might harm my little girl, physically or mentally. We’ve slowly grown closer and more intimate over the years, so we’re used to the idea of kinky sex, but to you, it might seem somewhat extreme. You seem to like the pictures and the video, though, so I’m hoping you’re okay with my daughter and me being lovers.”

“Here’s how I feel,” Audrey says, after a pause. “For the last six months, I’ve been admiring Misty every day from a distance, but I never approached her because of what my friends might say. But finally, I just couldn’t keep it to myself, and so yesterday, I wrote that note. I’m so glad I did!

“When Misty and I kissed, I just melted and fell totally in love. It was all very sudden, I know, but all my pent up feelings came pouring out so I was eager and thrilled to play naughty games with her, and you’ve been so nice to me, not to mention how stunningly beautiful you are. Intellectually I know some things are wrong but emotionally, it’s wonderful. I like showing myself off and I just love looking at Misty’s lovely little body, and you seem like an older sister to me. How long have you two been doing this sex stuff?”

“We’ve been sharing pleasure since she was out of nappies, though we haven’t gone all the way until recently. I’ve always thought of Misty as sexy and we’ve always been uninhibited with each other, like being naked and stuff, but it was only a few days ago that we crossed the line into actual sex. So we’re pretty new to this, and we both want you to join us in bed.”

Audrey’s face is aglow. “You only need to go as far as you want with us,” I tell her. “If you feel even the least bit uncomfortable with anything Mum and I do, you can always walk away.”

“I don’t think I’d ever want to walk away,” she says. “I’m head over heels in love with you, Misty, and I’m ready to do anything you like.” My heart is soaring, and I’m wearing a silly grin. Then she looks at Mum. “I’m gay, just like you. I mean, when you looked at my cunt just now and took a picture, it made me feel warm inside. So you can look at any part of me at any time and I won’t mind a bit.”

To show that she means it, she leans back on the couch, lifts her dress again and spread her legs as wide as they’ll go. Mum seizes her chance and snaps a picture. I look at Audrey proudly.

“We’re overdressed, Misty,” Mum says, taking off the jacket of her trouser suit and stepping out of her pants. Below her translucent silk blouse, she has on a pair of vivid turquoise satin knickers, her cunt invisible for once. No matter, she still looks amazingly sexy.

I stand, remove my school dress and sit back down, happy in my knickers and vest.

“Get naked,” I whisper to Audrey. She lifts her bum to slide her dress up and off, and it soon joins mine on the floor. I unhook her bra and let it fall.

“Nice boobs,” Mum comments. “You should appreciate them, Misty — after all, you’ll have yours soon. I’m gonna buy you some bras, sexy see-through ones like Audrey’s.”

I put an arm around Audrey’s shoulder and place my palm on her right boob, feeling her nipple stiffen. Then I lower my head, kiss it, then suck it into my mouth and nurse like a baby.

“Oh, my God!” Mum cries. “I’d love for you to do that to me.” I gave her a look making it clear that I fully intended to do just that. “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”

We gather our clothes, pick up our backpacks and follow Mum upstairs, enticed by the sight of her bum cheeks, cased inexpensive satin.

Once in Mum’s bedroom, Audrey and I sit on the end of her bed and look at my mother expectantly, wondering what she has in mind.

She opens her closet, reaches to the back of the top shelf and brings out a shoebox. “This is some stuff that belonged to my mum,” she says, sitting between us. She lifts the lid and produces a dildo, shaped like a penis with an acorn-shaped head and veins. “This might be a bit big for you girls, so I could buy a smaller one for you to practice with.” Audrey giggles at that.

Then Mum extracts a handful of photographs. “These are of my mother.” I study these pictures of a woman who looks to have been in her twenties at the time, and is just as young and beautiful as Mum is today.

I’ve never seen these pictures of Gran before. She’s in various states of undress and naked poses. In the first, she’s wearing a bra and suspender belt with matching knickers that she holds in her hands, leaving her cunt in full view.

Audrey takes in a sharp breath. Me, all I can do is stare. Who knew that my sweet grandmother was so sexy?

“She died a few years ago and I still miss her terribly,” Mum sighs. “Do you like her taste in underwear?”

“Yes!” we chorus.

“Was she gay, too?” asks Audrey.

“She was like me in spades, a total cunt hound.”

Audrey giggles. “She’s beautiful… just like you, Mrs. Meadow.”

“Oh, please, call me Jo. I want to think of you as my other daughter.” (Oh, this is nice; now I have a “sister”.) “She just lived for lesbian sex and yes, before you ask, she and I did have an incestuous relationship; she taught me everything I know about how to please a woman, and we practiced it almost on a daily basis.”

Audrey looks awestruck. The second picture depicts my grandmother lying in a tub half-filled with water, with Mum seated on the rim at one end, her feet on either side of Gran’s head. Mum, who looks to be eight or so, is naked. Gran’s head is tilted back, mouth open to receive the stream of pee that arcs down onto her face.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey gasped. “Is that you, Mum? She let you pee on her?”

“Yes, she was a dedicated pee drinker. It’s called ‘a golden shower’. Haven’t you seen stuff like this on the internet?”

“My mum’s put parental controls on my computer, so no, I haven’t.”

“We can surf porn on mine,” I tell her, “and look at anything you like.”

The next picture shows Gran sitting on a couch with Mum on her lap, leaning back against her chest. Not only are their legs spread, but Gran’s hands are under Mum’s knees, spreading her legs as far apart as they’ll go. Beneath Mum’s bum, Gran’s cunt can be seen, glistening with moisture. Both have blissful smiles on their proud faces. The whole picture screams, Look at my daughter!

It’s my turn to gasp. This is exhibitionism taken to the absolute limit. It makes me wish that I could’ve licked my mum back when she was a little girl.

The next shot shows Gran on all fours, facing away from the camera and smiling over her shoulder. Preteen Mum is kneeling beside her, pressing her fingers into Gran’s cunt. The young girl’s expression is one of pure joy.

The last one was taken by Gran herself, the camera pointing down her body so we see her firm little tits at the bottom of the frame, and beyond that, the V of her raised, parted thighs. Between them, Mum’s happy little face beams at the camera, hinting at the joy she’s about to experience.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey breathes. “You kissed your mum’s cunt?”

“Kissed it, licked it and sucked on her clit until she came,” Mum says, proudly. Audrey looks incredulous as she stares at the picture, then looks at me. I give her a smug little smile.

“Not you, too, Misty?” Audrey says, her gaze shifting between Mum and me. “I must be in some other kind of universe,” she murmurs.

“My daughter and I have no secrets from each other, and I can’t think of a thing that we wouldn’t do together. Can you, Misty?”

I shake my head vigorously. “No, nothing at all. I’ll try anything with you, Mum.”

Mum rummages through the shoe box, finding hair grips, old lipsticks, an unused tampon and a string of pearls. Lifting them out, she holds them up and we see that it’s more than a foot long.

“I think I know what she did with these,” she says, standing up and taking her knickers off, handing them to me. She sits on the bed, spreads her legs and feeds the pearls, one at a time, into her cunt. Audrey looks on in disbelief.

When all the pearls except for the last two have disappeared, Mum stands in front of Audrey and tells her to slowly pull them out. Nervously, she tugs at the string, and one by one they slide out, glistening with Mum’s honey. She holds them up and as they hang vertically, a drop of juice falls from the lowest one.

“You know what to do, Misty,” Mum says, offering the pearls to me.

I take the pearls, tilt my head back and feed them into my mouth. I suck them clean, then take the string out and lick my lips.

I hand the string to Audrey, telling her “Put them in me,” then lean back and part my thighs. She needs no urging, and pushes them into my cunt — half a dozen, then a few more. She’s giggling. “All of them,” I demand, even though I feel full.

Once the whole strand is packed inside me, I instruct her, “Now pull them out, slowly.” One by one, the pearls pop out, each sending a tiny thrill through my tummy as it emerges. When I’m empty, I’m delighted to see Audrey tilt her head, open her mouth and drop them in. Then she closes her lips and looks at us, her eyes bright.

“That’s my girl!” Mum declares, though whether she means me or Audrey, I’m not exactly sure.

Audrey takes the pearls out of her mouth and hands them to Mum, who looks into the shoebox again. “What’s this?” She takes out a USB memory stick. “Let’s plug it into my laptop and see what’s on it.”

Her screen lights up with a long list of jpeg numbers. She clicks on the first which shows a girl of about ten or eleven sitting on the steps of a public building, her feet up by her bum, legs in white knee socks, spread wide to show off her white knickers, smiling hugely. It has a distinctly last century feel about it. “That’s not Gran. These are pretty old, I think.”

The next one shows a naked girl of about ten or eleven, standing on a beach, looking like something from a family holiday photo. The next shows another smiling young girl, lifting her skirt to show her knickers at mid-thigh, displaying a smooth preteen slit. The third depicts two girls in a garden, both naked, one about thirteen with small boobs and a wisp of pubic hair, the other much younger, kneeling and gazing adoringly at her friend’s cunt. The next girl is squatting in a wood, her knickers pulled to one side, peeing into the dead leaves. Her smile is dazzling. Then we see two girls of about twelve, each with a hand down the front of the other’s brightly coloured knickers, which is all they have on. They share a loving gaze.

“Who are these girls?” I ask, “and how many pictures are there?”

Mom’s brow is furrowed as she studies the files. “Don’t know. Look at the count in the lower left-hand corner. It says 2653. Fucking hell, there’s literally thousands of them!”

“Where would Gran have got these?” I ask. “She couldn’t have taken them herself.”

“No idea. Not off the internet, at least — these are pure child porn. She might’ve bought them from some illegal source. More than one, I’d wager.”

We look at one more: two naked preteens on a couch, their adjacent legs hooked one over the other, their cunts deliberately offered to the camera, welcoming smiles on their faces. They’re obviously eager and delighted to be seen like this. Mum shuts the lid of the laptop.

“Aw, Mummy!” I moan.

“Can’t we see more?” Audrey pleads.

“You will, I promise you, but first I want to vet them all, ‘cos I don’t want you looking at girls sucking guys’ cocks or giving handjobs, or any filth like that. Anyway, if you only look at a few at a time, you’ll appreciate them more. You won’t get – how should I put it – cunt fatigue?”

We laugh. “Cunt fatigue,” I murmur, savouring the expression. “Not much chance of that!”

“Anyway,” Mum says, standing in front of me so that I can pull her satin knickers up, “the real thing is much more exciting. I’m going to leave you two to explore each other’s…”

“Cunts!” Audrey cries.

“That’s right,” Mum says, her smile bathing us in love. She removes the USB stick from the laptop and leaves. Audrey and I fall on the bed, arms around each other, lips locked, thighs pushing between thighs, our pussies getting wetter by the second.

Off to Part Four!

 

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The Notebook, Chapter 9

  • Posted on October 14, 2019 at 3:29 pm

by Ebo

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Dana smiled but didn’t open her eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up even more as Penny’s weight settled on the bed behind her. The covers were pulled up and a warm body pressed against her back. An arm went around her and Dana melted back into her stepmother. Dana sighed as Penny kissed her neck, just above the shoulder.

Glancing at her alarm clock, Dana said, “It’s early.”

It was Saturday, and she had been looking forward to sleeping in. Dana had stayed up late last night, putting the finishing touches on her latest story. According to the clock, she had only been asleep for four hours.

“I know,” Penny said, squeezing her tighter, “but your dad went to work, and I’m naked.”

Laughing, Dana rolled, so she was facing her stepmother. She lifted the comforter and saw the woman wasn’t lying. Dana didn’t drop the comforter back in place right away, admiring Penny’s lovely body. She didn’t get a lot of opportunities to look, and she wasn’t going to pass one up now.

“Why’d Dad go to work?” Dana asked, moving into Penny’s arms.

“Some new account he’s working on,” Penny said, kissing her.

Dana’s heart started beating faster as she felt the desire behind the kiss. Sleep was forgotten as her own passion welled up. She moaned as Penny’s hand stole under her shirt to cup one of her breasts. Dana let her own hand roam over Penny’s hip, sliding around to squeeze her buttock.

“How long do we have?” Dana asked, her voice thick with excitement.

“A couple of hours, at least,” Penny said, kissing Dana. “He took the time to put on a suit.”

Laughing, Dana said, “That’s never a good sign.”

Penny gave her a sexy smile, said, “Depends on your perspective.”

“I meant for him,” Dana said, kissing Penny, again. Thinking about something, Dana pulled back and asked, “How long has he been gone?”

A little sheepishly, Penny said, “About as long as it took to run up the stairs and take my clothes off.”

With a playful smile, Dana said, “Couldn’t wait to get in bed with me, huh?”

Meeting Dana’s eyes, Penny said, “No.”

Dana’s heart skipped a couple of beats when she realized that the woman meant it. Columbus Day was only a couple weeks behind them, but it seemed like an eternity to Dana. She was glad it felt the same way for Penny. She didn’t want to be the only one who was horny and frustrated.

Leaning in, she kissed Penny, feeling that pent-up desire in the eagerness of her stepmother’s kiss. Responding to that excitement, she let her hands roam over Penny’s lovely body, thrilling to the feel of warm skin under her fingertips. Dana moaned as Penny’s hand stole under her nightshirt to cup her breast, to tease the straining nipple.

Penny pulled back and smiled at her. “You’re wearing too much clothing.”

Dana sat up, pulled her shirt up and over her head. Tossing it aside, she saw Penny get to her knees and hook her fingers in Dana’s panties, tugging them off her hips, then down her long legs. The underwear joined Dana’s shirt on the floor as Penny moved atop her stepdaughter.

Opening her legs, Dana let Penny lie between them, then wrapped her legs around her waist.

Sensing what Dana wanted, Penny moved her hips, rubbing her lower abdomen against Dana’s. The grinding of their bodies had both of them moaning. Her hips still in motion, Penny leaned in and kissed Dana deeply.

“God, I’ve needed this,” Penny said, smiling at Dana, “Columbus Day ruined me.”

Around a moan, Dana said, “Yeah. I thought I was gonna have to wait for Thanksgiving.”

“How many days do you get off this year?” Penny asked, kissing the side of Dana’s neck just beneath her ear.

“Four,” Dana said.

“Maybe we’ll do a little shopping for the occasion in a minute,” Penny said.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” Dana asked, playfully.

Kissing her deeply, Penny said, “Like I said, Columbus Day ruined me. I want to see you in something scandalous again.”

“I want that from you, too,” Dana admitted, her heart racing as she thought about the lingerie Penny had bought for Columbus Day.

“We’ll do it, then,” Penny said, then a sexy smile spread across her lips. Later, of course.”

“Of course,” Dana said, pushing her hips up into Penny’s thrusts.

They were done talking, communicating only in moans and sighs as they found their rhythm. With a couple of hours on their hands, they weren’t in any rush. The slow grind of their bodies was a tease, but Dana loved the languid roll of Penny’s hips. She wasn’t in any danger of coming, but did enjoy the intimacy of their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She had been craving this closeness with her stepmother, and glad to finally be back in her arms.

When their pace started to quicken, Dana was ready for that, too. Penny seemed to know precisely what she wanted, needed. Maybe her stepmother was just a skilled lover or maybe it was what the woman wanted, too. Whatever the case, the roll of their hips came faster and faster to match their growing excitement. Their dueling cries of delight mingled in the air above them as they pushed each other closer and closer to their yearned-for release.

Their orgasms took them, but the lovers weren’t ready to stop. They switched positions, Dana moving atop her stepmother. Their bodies still sensitive from their first climax, the thrust and churn as they ground together felt amazing. Dana hugged her stepmother’s leg to her breast, focused on pushing against Penny. Sweat broke out on their skin as they strained toward another orgasm, lubricating the motion of their bodies.

Once they came for the second time, Penny and Dana were finally ready to stop, mostly because they were both gasping for air. As always, their lovemaking had become downright frantic in the end. Flopping on her back next to Penny, Dana laughed, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Penny agreed.

“How long has Dad been gone?” Dana asked, trying to slow her breathing.

“Um,” Penny said, glancing at the alarm clock, “forty minutes, give or take.”

“So we still have time for another?” Dana said, with a playful smile.

Laughing, Penny said, “You’re going to have to give me a minute. I’m not as young as you.”

***

Dana looked around the restaurant, wondering why she was here. It was her favorite restaurant, but she kind of had a love-hate relationship with the place because of her father. It was usually bad news if he brought her here. He had a bad habit of using this place to soften the blow.

Looking over at her dad, Dana finally had to ask, “Why are we here?”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

She gave him a sour look. “You only bring me here if it’s bad news. So what is it?”

He gave her a sheepish smile, asked, “Do I really only bring you here when it’s bad news?”

“Pretty much,” Dana said.

Setting his fork down, her father said, “Remember when I went into the office last Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, and it wasn’t easy to keep the smile off her face. Smiling on the inside, she thought, It’d be hard to forget.

“Well, Dan offered me the lead on a new project we are starting up,” her father said.

“Okay,” Dana said, waiting for the bad news.

“If I take it, I’ll have to fly out to Tokyo in a couple of weeks. Just after Thanksgiving.”

“Tokyo? As in Japan?” Dana asked, her eyes wide.

“Yeah,” he said, meeting her eyes, “I’ll be out of the country for at least six months.”

“That’s…” Dana said, then ran out of words.

“I know,” he said, sighing, “I’ve been trying to be around more, to not let my work get in the way of spending time with my family. Now, this opportunity comes along and… Six months is a long time.”

“Will you get a raise?” Dana asked.

Laughing, he said, “Oh yeah. My salary would almost double. Corner office when I get back. Dan is talking about a partnership.”

“Then you have to go,” Dana said, meeting his eyes.

“I’d try to get back as much as I can,” he said, sounding guilty.

Dana smiled at him, said, “Tell Dan yes, that you’ll take the position. You can make it up to me when you get back.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“I- well… Okay,” he said, nodding, “I’ll tell him tomorrow.”

“Good,” she said, then started grinning, “since you are going to be Mr. Moneybags, soon… can I have a raise in my allowance?”

He laughed, “Maybe we’ll talk about it after I get my first paycheck.”

“I can lay a guilt trip on you about being gone for six months, if it’ll help,” Dana said, smiling playfully.

“We’ll talk about it,” her father said, then changed the subject, “Will you be okay with it just being you and Penny? You two seem to be hitting it off, lately.”

Just me and Penny, Dana thought, those words sinking in. If her dad took this position in Japan, it’d be just her and Penny in the house. She’d have the woman to herself. Her heart beating faster, she had to struggle to keep from smiling at the thought.

“Um… yeah, I think we’ll be okay,” Dana said, her voice sounding funny to her own ears. She glanced at her father, but he didn’t seem to notice it. She took a sip of her Coke, told herself to relax before she blew it.

“I was thinking… maybe when school is out for summer, I could fly you and Penny out to Tokyo,” her father said.

“That would be cool,” Dana said, torn between wanting to see Japan and wanting as much time as she could get alone with Penny.

***

Getting into the car, Dana felt almost giddy. She had just hugged her father goodbye and watched him make his way through security at the airport. She felt a twinge of guilt that she was more excited about getting home to be with Penny than being sad to see him off.

Dana glanced at her stepmother sitting in the driver’s seat next to her, and her heart was racing, but not as fast as her thoughts. She didn’t know what to expect, now that it was just Penny and her at the house, but her young, horny mind was showing her all kind of exciting possibilities. She was picturing Columbus Day, but for months on end instead of just one day.

Penny met Dana’s eyes, said, “I guess it’s just you and me, now.”

Grinning, Dana said, “Yeah.”

Penny laughed, said, “Let’s go home.”

As Penny started the car, Dana’s heart was racing. She has had two weeks to wonder what it was going to be like with her father out of country, two weeks to fantasize and let the anticipation build. Now that it was happening, she didn’t know what to expect.

Glancing at her stepmother, Dana thought about the curious relationship she had with the woman. To her, Penny was part mother, part lover, part fellow author, and a couple of other parts she didn’t even have a name for. The dynamic of their relationship had changed forever with Penny’s discovery of her fuzzy kitten notebook, then again that first time they slept together. Thinking about the next six months alone with Penny, Dana thought that dynamic was going to change, yet again.

The sexual tension that always sizzled between them had been kept largely in check by her father being around. Dana wasn’t sure what would happen now that he wasn’t there to act as a buffer. Smiling, she thought, Well, I have a good idea what will happen. I’m just not sure how far it’ll go.

Her mind left to stew in fantasies of the next six months, Dana barely noticed the ride home from the airport. She blinked in surprise as Penny pulled the car into the driveway and killed the engine. She smiled sheepishly at how lost in thoughts of Penny she had been the whole way home.

She followed her stepmother inside. Even as she pushed the door closed, she caught the woman’s elbow and moved into her arms. On tiptoes, she kissed Penny deeply.

Pulling back, Penny gave her an amused smile, said in a husky voice, “Slow down. We have six months to get to that.”

“Sorry,” Dana said, her cheeks hot, “I’ve been thinking about it all the way home.”

“Me, too,” Penny said, kissing her tenderly, “I was just thinking… maybe we should ease into it, these next six months.”

“Ease into it?” Dana asked.

Her smile turning up, Penny said, “Maybe make it through lunch without tearing each other’s clothes off.”

Laughing, Dana said, “You are asking an awful lot of me.”

“Well,” Penny said, kissing her, again, “I have some laundry to get started, dishes to wash, bills to pay… you know, the everyday things that need to get done.”

Groaning, Dana asked, “Can’t it wait?”

“No,” Penny said, amused.

“Fine,” Dana said, slipping out of Penny’s arms, “I’ll start the laundry and do the dishes.”

Laughing, Penny said, “Really? This is all it takes to get you to help out around the house?”

“If it gets us upstairs faster, yeah,” Dana said.

“Is it weird that I’m turned on all of a sudden?” Penny said, playfully.

Dana laughed and shook her head, said, “Yeah, it’s weird.”

“Must be a housewife thing, then,” Penny said, turning toward the kitchen, “having someone help with the housework is an aphrodisiac.”

“Well, I’m glad my doing the dishes is making you hot,” Dana said, heading toward the laundry nook.

“Oh, I was already hot,” Penny said, pulling her Ipad in front of her, “I just know if we don’t maintain some semblance of normalcy this next six months, this household is going to fall apart.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Does this mean I still have to go to school and wear clean underwear every day?”

“I’m afraid so,” Penny said, smiling at her.

Still laughing, Dana got a load of whites going, turning the knob to start the washing machine. As the water started to flow, she remembered the time she and Penny had fooled around in the laundry nook. The strong vibrations of the washing machine on its spin cycle had felt so good and Dana thought about sitting on it now to do something about her stymied desire to be with Penny. Unfortunately, the dishes weren’t going to do themselves, so she left the washing machine unmolested and headed back to the kitchen.

Looking at the full sink, Dana wondered how three people could make so many dirty dishes. She started rinsing them and loading the dishwasher, humming to herself as she worked. The mess in the sink slowly disappeared, and when she couldn’t cram any more dishes in the machine, she closed the door and started the timer.

“All right,” Dana said, drying her hands on a towel, “I’ve got a load of laundry started and the dishes are in the washer… what else?”

“The living room needs to be vacuumed,” Penny said, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Oh, come on,” Dana said, giving her a look, “you’re just taking advantage of me, now.”

“A little,” Penny said, laughing.

“How about I make lunch?” Dana said, going to the fridge, “by the time we finish eating, I can put the clothes in the washer in the dryer and load another batch… The dishes will be done, too.”

Penny smiled at her, said, “Sounds like a plan.”

“And then we can go upstairs?” Dana asked.

“I think we’ll have indulged in enough normalcy by then, yeah,” Penny said, playfully.

Dana opened the fridge, looking inside. Spotting some leftovers from last night’s dinner, she grabbed the containers. She put two plates together, one for each of them, and put them in the microwave to heat up. When they were both hot, she brought them to the table. When she turned around from fetching some forks, she found Penny watching her.

“What?” Dana asked, going back to the cabinet for glasses. She set them on the table, then fetched a pitcher of iced tea from the fridge.

Penny waited until Dana sat down to ask, “When did you get so capable?”

“What do you mean?” Dana asked, pouring them a couple of glasses of tea.

“You started a load of laundry, did the dishes, made lunch…” Penny said, sounding impressed.

“I don’t know,” Dana said, blinking in surprise. Shrugging, she said, “I guess I learned from watching you. You always seem to manage to juggle everything without breaking a sweat. Dad would be a mess without you.”

“True,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“Are you having a mom moment?” Dana asked.

Laughing, Penny said, “Yeah, I think I am. My little girl is growing up.”

“Ugh,” Dana said, making a face, “don’t say it like that. It’s weird, all things considered.”

“I know,” Penny said, shaking her head.

“I love you, though,” Dana said, giving the woman an embarrassed smile, “Mom.”

Penny smiled warmly at her and, not for the first time, Dana saw the conflicting emotions in the woman’s eyes. Dana understood them all too well. Penny was part mom and part lover to Dana, the line between them blurring in confusing ways sometimes. Like now. This was the woman who had kissed her scraped knee to make it better when she was younger, but also the woman she intended to make love to after putting another load of laundry in the machine.

We’re kind of a mess, Dana thought, still thinking about the complicated relationship she had with Penny now, but I’m okay with that.

“Um, let’s eat,” Penny said, an awkward end to the conversation.

Dana ate with gusto, the food having held up pretty well even after being in the fridge overnight. Penny was an amazing cook and only youthful exuberance kept Dana from weighing five hundred pounds. She didn’t know what Penny’s excuse was for being in such good shape.

Lunch was eaten and the plates deposited in the sink. Dana was rinsing them off when she felt Penny press against her from behind. Dana smiled as the woman’s arms encircled her, and she pushed back into the woman.

“When you are finished here, come upstairs. I’m going to start a bath for us,” Penny whispered in her ear.

“A bath?” Dana asked.

“I love taking baths,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck, “and it’ll be nice to have some company this time. Your father never wanted to join me.”

“A bath sounds nice,” Dana said, even though she’d rather go straight to her bedroom instead.

“Good,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s shoulder. She released Dana, turning to head upstairs. Over her shoulder, she called, “Hurry.”

Smiling, Dana did just that. She rinsed the last of the dishes, then went to the laundry room to rotate loads between the two machines. She started to head upstairs, then quickly unloaded the dish machine and reloaded it with the last of the dishes. Starting it, she had to laugh. Penny had brainwashed her or something, used some Jedi mind trick to get her to do so much housework.

She ran upstairs to the bathroom. Opening the door, she was surprised to find the lights out and candles burning on the four corners of the tub. The air was redolent of the scented bubble bath Penny had added to the water, and soft music played from a little radio on the closed toilet seat.

Her back to Dana, Penny was undressing. From her spot in the open doorway, Dana paused to watch the woman shimmy out of her jeans.

Penny must have known she was watching, because she managed to make it as sensual as hell. Dana’s heart was racing as Penny pulled her shirt up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. In just her bra and panties, her stepmother freed her long hair from its ponytail, running her fingers through it. Swallowing hard, Dana continued to watch as Penny reached behind her back, slipping the catches on her bra. Dana caught a glimpse of one breast as Penny shrugged out of it. Penny hooked her thumbs in her panties, working them free of her hips and down her long legs.

Finally turning around, Penny came to where Dana leaned against the door jamb. Stepping close, she began to undress Dana without a word. It didn’t take long before the girl was as naked as the woman. Taking Dana’s hand, Penny led her to the tub. The water was perfect, and Dana sighed as she sat down in the hollow of Penny’s legs. She leaned back into the woman, smiling when Penny put both arms around her. She hadn’t been too keen on a bath, had just gone along with it because it was what her stepmother wanted, but now she was glad Penny talked her into it. As far as foreplay goes, this was a very relaxing method.

“Thank you for doing the dishes and laundry,” Penny said.

“I just wanted to get you upstairs,” Dana said, smiling.

“Still, thank you. I’m going to need your help around here, with your dad out of town,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck.

“I know,” Dana said.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun, though,” Penny said, the smile on her face clear in her voice, “probably even some with our clothes on.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Wow.”

“I’m a little nervous, though,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck.

“Nervous?” Dana asked.

“It was hard enough to behave when your father was here, but now…”

Smiling, Dana said, “Do you really think you were behaving, even then?”

Penny laughed, said, “I guess not.”

“You are definitely on Santa’s naughty list,” Dana said.

“There’s no point in behaving now, then,” Penny said, her hand coming up to cup one of Dana’s breasts.

“No point,” Dana agreed, around a moan. Her nipple stiffened under Penny’s attention, ached sweetly. Penny kept it up until she didn’t think she could take any more.

“You know what my favorite part of taking a bath is?” Penny asked.

“What?” Dana breathed.

Penny leaned out of the tub, picked something off the floor, then said, “Playing with this.” She held something out for Dana to see.

“Is that… what is it?” Dana asked, taking it from her.

Penny pushed a button on the side and Dana laughed as it came buzzing to life in her hand. It was a vibrator, but not like any Dana had ever seen. It was aqua green and covered in soft silicone, had push buttons on the side instead of a knob.

“How many vibrators do you have?” Dana asked.

“This one is special,” Penny said, taking it from her.

“What’s so special about it?” Dana asked.

“This,” Penny said, slipping it between Dana’s thighs. Even underwater, it didn’t stop buzzing. Pressing the toy against Dana’s bud, she said, “It’s waterproof.”

“So it’s a bath toy?” Dana said, thinking that this was probably why Penny liked taking baths so much.

“Beats a rubber ducky,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s neck.

“Oh God,” Dana moaned, the vibrations working all through her body, “it definitely would have been easier to get me in the tub.”

“Then the problem would be getting you out,” Penny said, laughing.

Dana didn’t say it out loud, but she thought Penny was right. If she’d had one of these when she was younger and still taking baths, the water would have been cold by the time she got out.

The vibrator seemed to be designed to be used underwater, not just to be waterproof. Its vibrations seemed to cut through the water and she could feel it all over her body.

“Lean forward,” Penny said, putting her hand between Dana’s shoulder blades.

When Dana leaned forward, Penny urged her to keep going. On her hands and knees, Dana looked over her shoulder at Penny expectantly. Penny pressed the vibrator against her bud for a second, then let it slip higher. Dana gasped as the pulsing toy eased into her, moving deep inside of her slick core. Strong against her clit, the vibrating shaft drove her body crazy inside.

When Dana met Penny’s eyes, she saw that the woman knew how good this felt, knew what the vibrator was doing to her. That sexy little smile on Penny’s lips as she moved the toy slowly in and out said it all. That smile got Dana going almost as much as the vibrations working though her body. That smile was the reason Dana was on the Naughty List this year, because when Penny favored her with it, she knew they were in trouble.

Penny moved the toy in and out of her, angled downward so that each time it slid deep, it pressed deliciously against her g-spot. Getting to her knees, Penny leaned over Dana, sliding her free hand down the girl’s stomach and between her thighs. Dana moaned thickly as Penny’s fingers found her bud, teased it. The vibrator had already had her making these little wordless sounds of excitement, and the swirling pressure of Penny touch only made them louder.

Penny kissed Dana’s shoulder, then the space between her shoulder blades. As she kissed her way down Dana’s spine, a shiver raced up it. When she ran out of back, Penny lightly bit one of Dana’s buttocks, making her yelp in surprise. Looking back at the woman, Dana saw her mischievous grin.

Again, that smile got the better of her, and Dana felt herself start to come. Penny must have felt it too, because she pressed the vibrator against Dana’s G-spot and left it there. The strong vibrations against that very sensitive place sent Dana over the top.

Crying out, she climaxed hard, her whole body shaking like she was having a fit. Penny eased the toy out of her, making her hips jerk. Her fingers didn’t stop their lazy circles, but slowed down. The continued pressure on her clit kept her hips moving, kept the lovely sensations washing through her.

Her body a little jittery from coming so hard, Dana turned to face her stepmother and favor her with a dazed smile. Penny gave her a knowing smile and it made the girl laugh, saying, “Wow.”

“I thought you’d like this thing,” Penny said, turning the toy off.

“I do,” Dana said, taking it from her.

“I’ll buy you one for Christmas,” Penny said, leaning in for a kiss.

“I’m starting to have a collection, like you,” Dana said, thinking about the strap-on and vibrator hidden behind the bottom drawer of her dresser. There was some lingerie back there, too, including some she hasn’t gotten to wear yet. If her father ever found that hiding spot, she’d have a lot to explain.

“You have a ways to go to catch up with me,” Penny said.

Laughing, Dana asked, “How many sex toys do you have?”

Penny blushed, said, “Um… a lot of them are from my younger days. I was a bit more… adventuresome back then.”

“Wow,” Dana said, laughing harder. When she sobered up some, she said, “Maybe we can play with some of them together.”

“I already dusted off the box, cleaned them up,” Penny said, kissing her.

“You are definitely on the Naughty List this year,” Dana said, playfully.

“Well, even if Santa doesn’t bring us anything, we’ll still have plenty of toys to play with,” Penny said.

“Plenty?” Dana teased.

“Keep talking, and I won’t let you play with them,” Penny said. She laughed when Dana pretended to zip her lips, said, “That’s what I thought.”

Dana pressed the button on the side of the vibrator, and it came buzzing to life in her hand. Smiling, Penny moved to the opposite end of the tub, folding her arms on its lip, and looking over her shoulder at Dana. Penny looked so provocative like that, so sensual and tantalizing. Dana’s heart rate kicked up another notch, just looking at Penny’s incredible body so lovingly revealed.

Letting the buzzing toy settle to the bottom of the tub, Dana let her hands freely roam over Penny, exploring every inch of her. While Penny moaned and sighed with these caresses, Dana’s motivations were selfish — she couldn’t take her hands away from the woman, couldn’t stop touching her soft skin.

When the vibrator bumped against Dana’s knee, she looked down at it. The way Penny’s body swayed with her touch and the soft sounds of excitement that slipped from her slack mouth told Dana the woman was ready for the toy. A little reluctant to give up her exploration of Penny’s lovely body, Dana picked up the vibrator. She ran it up the inside of Penny’s thigh, making the woman shiver. When the buzzing shaft found her bud, Penny moaned thickly and her hips eagerly pushed against the toy.

Dana eased the vibrator into Penny when she thought the woman was ready for it. Taking her stepmother’s hand, she put it on the toy. Penny looked at her curiously and Dana just smiled at her, slipping around so that she was face to face with Penny, slouching low, her head barely above the water. Dana put her hands on Penny’s buttocks, pulling her forward. It took a moment, but Penny figured out what Dana wanted.

On her knees, Penny pressed her pussy against Dana’s mouth. Her back arched as Dana’s tongue found her clitoris. Rolling her eyes up at her stepmother, Dana smiled when she saw Penny’s eyes roll back in her head.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” Penny moaned, rubbing her pussy against Dana’s tongue. She had Dana’s cheeks wet from her writhing.

Her hands were jealous of her mouth and Dana ran them over Penny’s thighs and stomach, around to grab the woman’s buttocks. Penny thrilled to her touch, her cries of enjoyment encouraging Dana to keep going.

The vibrator and Dana’s hands and mouth were too much for Penny. Dana felt the woman start to come, rolled her eyes up to watch her stepmother give into ecstasy. She could see the tension building up inside Penny in her face, then there was a moment when Penny stopped breathing, her cry of rapture cut off halfway through.

It was that moment when the human body couldn’t take anymore, half a heartbeat before it exploded with pleasure. It was the eye of the hurricane, a moment of calm after the build-up of excitement and before the sensory overload of an orgasm. Then that moment passed and Penny cried out as her body spasmed. The vibrator slipped from her fingers, splashing in the water.

“Jesus,” Penny said, sitting back. Putting her back to the side of the tub, she gave Dana a dazed smile. “This is going to be a good six months.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Maybe more.”

“Maybe,” Penny said, fishing the still buzzing toy out of the water and turning it off.

“Are you really going to buy me one of those?” Dana asked.

“Probably,” Penny said, then smiled, “but not until your father gets back. Until then, you can use mine.”

“I take it I only get to use it with you,” Dana said, smiling.

“I guess you could play with it by yourself,” Penny said, leaning in for a kiss, “but it’s a lot more fun with someone else.”

Smiling at her, Dana said, “You could say that of most toys, adult or otherwise.”

“True,” Penny said.

“So when are we going to play with the rest?” Dana asked, wondering just what sort of things Penny had in her secret stash.

“Later,” Penny said, moving between Dana’s legs and leaning back into Dana. “We need to pace ourselves.”

Dana smiled, wrapping an arm around Penny. It was kind of funny, the way their positions had reversed since the beginning of their bath.

“I was thinking we could order a pizza for dinner… maybe rent a movie,” Penny said.

“You mean ‘Netflix and chill’?” Dana asked, laughing when Penny turned to look at her.

“And what do you know about that?” Penny asked, with a fake mom scowl.

“Nothing,” Dana said, grinning at her.

“Uh-huh,” Penny said, laughing, “I need to go back to monitoring your internet use.”

***

Dana sat with her back to her headboard, Penny’s old laptop on her knees. She’d just started a new story, was about a page and half into it, when there was a faint rapping at her bedroom door. She closed her computer in a panic, stuffing it under the pillow behind her. Belatedly, she remembered her father was out of town, and it could only be Penny knocking. She doubted that her stepmother would be upset to see her writing a new story.

Not waiting for a response, Penny poked her head into the room. Seeing Dana still awake, she came the rest of the way in, closing the door behind her. The darkness returned, but not before Dana spied the pillow in the woman’s hand.

“Um,” Penny said, coming to the bed, “can I sleep here tonight? I hate sleeping alone.”

Dana moved over, and Penny joined her on the bed. Looking at Dana sitting up, Penny asked, “What were you doing?”

“Writing,” Dana said, then sheepishly added, “I panicked when you knocked, and stuffed the laptop under my pillow.”

Penny laughed, said, “Quick reflexes, even if it was a waste of time.”

“Yeah,” Dana said.

“So what are you writing? Anything I can read?” Penny asked.

“Not really,” Dana said, reaching under her pillow to retrieve her laptop, “I’m only a page and half into it so far.”

“A new story?” Penny asked, her interest piqued.

“Yeah,” Dana said, then laughed, “but I’m not sure what it’s about, yet.”

“You’ve written a page and half and you still don’t know what it’s about?” Penny asked, amused.

“No,” Dana said, shaking her head.

“What’s the page and a half about?” Penny asked.

Dana opened her laptop and unlocked. Before she answered Penny, she skimmed what she had written. Frowning, she said, “Um, I’m not sure.”

Laughing, Penny said, “Okay.”

“Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow,” Dana said, closing out the document. The program asked her for a name to the document. She couldn’t really name it just yet, so she saved it as ‘A’.

She stuffed the computer under her bed. After she did it, she realized it was another wasted action. There was no one in the house to accidentally find it, except Penny. Since she hadn’t gotten in trouble the last time Penny found her writings, she didn’t expect to get in trouble now. Still, she left it under the bed.

“Could you set the alarm for me?” Dana asked, stretching out on her back.

“What time?” Penny asked, rolling on her side.

“Six-thirty,” Dana said, then sighing. It was back to school tomorrow.

Dana heard Penny fiddling with the clock, then the woman snuggled against Dana. Smiling, Dana closed her eyes in the dark. As she started to drift off to sleep, she wondered if this would be the new normal until her father returned, sleeping with Penny. She smiled, liking the feel of her stepmother’s warm body molded against her flank. She was still smiling as sleep claimed her.

***

Dana reached over Penny and hit the button on her alarm clock to silence its insistent bleating. She started to roll onto her back, when she frowned. Blinking a couple of times to clear the sleep out of her eyes, she saw the display still read six o’clock. She glanced at Penny, saw the woman was awake and smiling at her.

“Did you set it for six?” Dana asked, yawning.

“I did,” Penny said, kissing Dana’s bare shoulder, “I thought we might need the extra thirty minutes.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Did you now?”

“You can set it, again, if you want to go back to sleep,” Penny said, with a smile that pushed all thoughts of going back to sleep out of Dana’s mind, “or we could go brush our teeth and fool around in the shower.”

“Is my breath that bad?” Dana asked, sitting up.

“Nothing a toothbrush won’t fix,” Penny said, kissing her. “Come on.”

Dana followed her stepmother down the hall to the bathroom. While brushing her teeth, she kept stealing glances at Penny. The woman kept catching Dana at it, because she was looking, too. Dana suspected that there was definitely going to be some fooling around in the shower.

When the toothbrushes were hung up to dry, they piled into the shower. The hot water helped rouse Dana, but it was Penny’s lovely body pressed against hers that brought the girl fully awake. They took turns washing each other, and Dana realized they were going to need every extra minute Penny had given them when she set the alarm early. They were both still soapy when Penny’s hand slipped between Dana’s thighs. Moaning from the magical caress of Penny’s fingers, Dana let her own hand slid down Penny’s slippery stomach to tease her bud.

The shower stall was soon filled with their cries. Dana came first, but Penny climaxed while Dana was still trembling with hers. They drifting into each other’s arms, kissing and touching until the water started to turn cool.

Penny kissed her, said, “We better get out. I think we’ve used up all of the hot water.”

“Um, yeah,” Dana said, turning off the shower.

They dried off, and Dana wrapped a towel around her naked body. Penny slipped into her robe, then said, “I’ll get some breakfast started, while you get ready for school.”

“Okay,” Dana said, stealing one more kiss before heading to her room to get dressed.

Dropping the towel, she stepped into a pair of panties. Seeing something behind her underwear drawer, she smiled. It was her secret hiding spot for the naughty lingerie Penny had bought for her. Her smile widening, she toyed with the idea of wearing some of it for Penny that night.

Her already good mood elevated by the thoughts of the evening to come, Dana got into her school uniform and headed downstairs. Penny had put together a simple breakfast, and they ate standing up at the center island.

They had spent too much time in the shower, and Dana had to hurry if she was going to catch her bus. She ran upstairs to snag her backpack and a coat. She found Penny waiting for her by the door. The woman pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Pulling back, her stepmother smiled warmly at her and said, “Have a nice day at school.”

Her voice a little husky, Dana said, “Wow.”

Smiling, Penny said, “Bye, sweetie.”

“Bye,” Dana said, still a little dazed from the kiss.

She stepped outside, then had to shake her head and smile. As she walked toward the bus stop, there was a lightness in her step and she had to say, “Now, that’s how you start a day.”

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Companion Hotel, Room 319, Part Two

  • Posted on October 12, 2019 at 2:43 pm

by A Minor Paragon

Susan couldn’t stop thinking about the hot, wild evening she would soon be enjoying, having sex with an attractive woman and her little girl. She was already impatient, glancing at the clock over and over.

Finally, hungering for a glimpse of her newest guests in the altogether, Susan went up to the pool to make sure her two guests were enjoying themselves. She found Carolyn and her mother splashing each other and having fun, and nodded, satisfied. She didn’t get close enough to see anything, and the water mostly hid them anyway, but knowing they were both naked was almost satisfying in itself.

Patience, Susan… you’ll see all of her soon enough.

An hour later she checked up on them again, and found Carolyn’s mom lounging in a chair while a couple of guys were flirting with her daughter.

“Everything okay?” she asked, indicating Carolyn with a nod of her head.

“Oh, she’s loving the attention. Everyone wants to know what she’s doing here, but she won’t tell them, of course. I’m pretty sure she’s been, uh, politely propositioned a few times. And naturally, my daughter just had to go ask the lifeguard if she got asked to people’s beds a lot.”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” answered Susan. “Not that I keep track of that sort of thing.” Her eyes darted back and forth. “As long as you two are enjoying yourselves.”

The woman nodded. “It wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be.”

“What, sharing a pool with a bunch of naked swimmers? Nah, clothes are overrated. Once they come off, they’re all equal, so who cares? Anyway, I have to get back to work if I’m taking the night off. See you later!”

At about four-thirty, Susan changed into her maid outfit and waited for the call to bring up dinner. She couldn’t concentrate on her spreadsheets and kept bouncing around the office. Getting up, looking at the clock, checking her hair, sitting down again. Finally, the call came in, and Susan went to collect the cart to bring to 319.

“Room service,” she called, knocking on the door.

Carolyn’s mother opened it a crack. “Oh, I thought it was going to be — wait, it is you!”

“It’s me! May I come in?”

“Of course.” She opened the door wide. “But why are you–”

“Your daughter did express her preference for a maid, did she not?” she asked with a grin. “Well, here I am!”

“I have my own maid, I have my own maid!” singsonged Carolyn, jumping up from the couch.

Susan glanced back and forth between the two. While her mother had put her clothes back on, Carolyn was totally naked, and Susan liked what she saw.

“Yeah, she wouldn’t get dressed again. Walked back here in a towel, and my little girl has been naked ever since,” explained her mother. “As it’s a sort of special occasion, I allowed it.”

“I’m not complaining,” Susan assured her, finding it hard to take her eyes off the girl. Her skin was smooth and flawless — hardly tanned, because summer had really only just begun. Her chest had only the merest bumps leading down to a slightly narrowed waist and a sweet pink pussy. And those legs, those slender, beautiful legs! Susan couldn’t wait to run her hands over them.

“By the way, how old are you, Carolyn?” she asked, closing the door behind the food cart.

“Ten. I’ll be eleven in a couple of months.”

“Be sure to invite me to the party!” Susan joked. “So, what do you think?” She gave a twirl, and Carolyn clapped appreciably.

“The service is great here, and the maids are all so pretty,” the girl then said, pretending to write in a small notebook. “Note to self: figure out if I should recommend this place to all my friends, or try to keep it a secret. What to do…”

Susan laughed. “Come eat before it gets cold.”

Carolyn skipped over to the table, and her mother clucked her tongue “At least put some clothes on before you eat.”

“Why?”

“Think about it this way,” Susan explained. “How is your mother going to slowly strip you naked after dinner if you aren’t wearing anything?”

“I guess that all depends on your staying here for the night… doesn’t it?” she slyly hedged, looking at her mother.

“Oh, she can stay,” her mother agreed, giving a helpless shrug. “God, what would your father say about… about any of this?”

“Yay! Thanks, Mom. I love you!” Carolyn hugged her mother, then ran off to the other room.

“Thanks, Carolyn’s mom!” Susan said, her heart already beating a little faster.

“It’s Jane, actually,” the woman sighed. “I’m mostly doing this for her. She’ll never stop nagging me until I give her what she wants.”

Sure, just keep telling yourself that.

Moments later, after Susan had set the table for them all, Carolyn reappeared in a mostly strapless dress and seemed almost shy for the first time. Her arms were bare and the dress was held up by a simple black cord that went around her neck and into the front. The top part was a light blue, ruffled in alternating layers, three black and white polka dots, three with a darker blue stripe pattern. She had on dark stockings, but had gone barefoot, and a thick white hairband held her tresses back.

Jane looked her daughter over. “Oh, that’s what you had in the bag you wouldn’t show me. Very sexy.” Then she looked back to Susan. “Now I feel underdressed.”

Susan only smiled. Don’t worry, we’ll be taking it all off soon.

“Yeah, Mom, I wanted to dress up for you. Do… do you like it?” she shyly asked, coming over to where Susan sat.

“I sure do,” Susan answered. “You’ve beautiful, no matter what you wear.”

“Thanks!” Her face lit up and suddenly Carolyn was her old self again, twirling to show off, all but bouncing in her seat.

They sat down to dine, but all were too excited to eat very much. Mother and daughter both complimented her on the food, though.

Finally Susan cleared the plates away and put them back on the cart, and both mother and daughter were at a loss as to what to do.

Susan laughed, grabbing one hand from each of them. “Come on, you two. Don’t chicken out on me now!” She started leading them towards the couch.

“It’s just it happened so naturally the last time,” protested Jane.

“Yeah, I’m sorta nervous right now,” admitted Carolyn.

Susan noticed that the child was trembling a little. “Hey, me too. It’s always different and always new, and you two are the newest. Jane, you sit here.” Susan let go of her hand and gave her a little push, sitting her down on the couch. “Carolyn, you stand right here. That’s it. Stay.”

Letting go of the girl’s hand, Susan plopped down next to her mother, who glanced her way. “Not me, Jane! Susan protested. “Look at her. Look at your daughter. Look at how beautiful she is right now, in that dress that she secretly packed in order to look her best for you.” Jane did. “What was she thinking as she put it on? Was she excited, was she nervous? Was she feeling your fingers slowly caressing those bare arms, up to that strap, then pulling it over her head? Was she imagining her tingling skin, revealed inch by inch as you slipped it off her? And those legs, those lovely legs of hers. Can she feel you tugging those stockings off? Can you see yourself doing that?”

“Yes,” Jane answered softly.

“Carolyn, look at your mother, imagining all those things about you. But she doesn’t have to imagine, does she? You’re right there in front of her. You’ve kissed her, held her in your arms, touched her, tasted her, loved her, gone to sleep in her arms. Are you thinking about kissing her again, right this minute?”

“Yes,” the child whispered, a dazed expression on her face

“Get a little closer,” Susan continued. “That’s it. Take your mom’s hands, just like that. Feel them, are they warm? Is she nervous? There’s no need to be, look into each other’s eyes. Yes, a little closer. See the love you both have for each other? Carolyn, you were actually inside your mother’s body for nine months. Right inside her! You can be that close again, she’s right there. You’re almost touching now, you’re so close. No more need for thought now, just close your eyes, both of you, and love one another…”

Daughter and mother melted into each other’s arms, their lips coming together softly, eagerly.

Susan smiled, watching for a moment, then getting up and turning the light down. There was only the faintest glow illuminating the two lovers, and Carolyn was now kneeling atop her mother’s legs, dress pushed up around her thighs, as the two hungrily kissed again and again.

Susan came back to them, kneeling down to gather Carolyn’s hair and move it to one side. “You two look so amazing like that,” she whispered into Carolyn’s ear. “You just keep that up.” She gently took the hairband from atop Carolyn’s head and set it aside, then gently ran her fingers across the child’s scalp and down, following that soft waterfall of hair. It was just as nice to touch as Susan had hoped, and she breathed in the light hint of shampoo that still lingered there.

She trailed her fingers across Carolyn’s back and down her bare arms, savoring the feeling of that smooth skin, then went up and into the girl’s armpits, wiggling her fingers and causing Carolyn to laugh into her mother’s mouth and squirm a little while she was tickled.

Susan bent and gently kissed the girl’s neck, still rubbing her arms up and down, up and down. After a moment of that, she took hold of Carolyn’s dress, tugging it up and off. Her smooth, bare back was revealed, and Susan’s fingers traveled up and down that beautiful skin, finding the edges of her shoulder blades and spine, then slipping around front to caress her budding breasts and tiny nipples.

Carolyn sighed with pleasure, and allowed herself a moment of feeling her mother’s body pressed into hers, along with her lips, enjoying the hands of this wonderful stranger.

She broke off kissing her mother. “Keep undressing me,” she whispered, and backed off the couch again until she was standing. She turned to face Susan and put both hands on her face, then gently guided the woman to her waiting lips.

Susan was thrilled. This girl’s lips were small and soft, but full of passion as the two began exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Susan felt her wiggling, and opened an eye to see her mother running her hands down the length of her daughter’s body, nails and fingertips gliding across the soft nylon stockings.

Jane’s hands traveled up and down Carolyn’s body several times as the child kissed Susan, but finally on the way down the girl’s her mother put both hands inside her panties, cupping her little girl’s taut bottom. That made Carolyn squirm a little, but her mother didn’t let it last as she took her hands out and grasped the waistband of those pretty panties, drawing them downwards.

The girl was now naked again, and Susan took a step back to look at her in the dim lighting. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, wanting to do so much more to this nymphlike creature.

Carolyn just smiled in reply. “Mom next,” she said, turning back to Jane and pulling her to her feet. “You take the top.” She went for the button on her mother’s jeans, and instead of going around, Susan pressed her body close to Carolyn’s, reaching for the bottom of her mother’s shirt.

“Arms up,” she said with a grin, and Jane complied. With her shirt now nearly off but still across her arms, Susan leaned past Carolyn and stole a kiss from her mother, who seemed a little surprised but accepted it.

“That was a mean trick,” Jane complained when Susan broke it off. But she was smiling as she said it.

“Do it again!” commanded Carolyn, tugging her mom’s jeans down.

“Yes, mistress,” complied Susan, encircling Jane’s waist as Carolyn stepped out of the way. They drew close together, their lips meeting once again as Susan’s fingertips lightly brushed her back on the way up to the clasp of her bra. She unhooked it but kept kissing her, feeling the difference between her new lovers. In the span of a minute, I’ve kissed both a mother and a daughter. Now I want to see how different they taste. She helped steady Jane as the woman stepped out of her jeans, and Susan reluctantly broke off their kiss, taking the bra with her.

“Together?” asked Carolyn, taking one side of her mother’s panties.

“Together,” agreed Susan, taking the other. They were pulled down, and Susan finally got a good look at a naked Jane.

“Oh, very nice,” she purred, her eyes tracing the swell of her breasts, down past her belly button and to her baby-smooth pussy.

“You shaved!” exclaimed Carolyn excitedly. “You’re the greatest, Mom! Oh, that’s going to be so much better. I can’t wait to lick you!”

“Enough about me,” Jane admonished, a finger in the air. “Isn’t there something wrong with this picture?” Both looked over at Susan.

“Yeah!” Carolyn squealed. “Strip the maid!”

Susan held her arms out to the side and allowed her uniform to be taken off by the two, mother and daughter working together. Susan now stood as naked as the others, thrilled at being admired by her new lovers, just as she had admired them earlier. She looked good, and was proud of her body. “Come on, you two,” she said, grabbing each around the waist. “Why stare when you can touch? Here, let me show you how soft our beds are.”

The three stepped past the clothes that were now strewn everywhere, making their way to the bedroom. Carolyn slipped out of Susan’s grasp and jumped onto the bed, lying down on her back. She threw her arms open dramatically.

“Take me, both of you. I’m yours forever!” she giggled.

The two older women crawled towards her, Susan to the left and her mother to the right, and each ran a hand from the girl’s cute little toes up her leg and across her chest.

Carolyn shivered and closed her eyes. “More.”

Glancing at each other, the women crawled to either side, then began slowly kissing their way up Carolyn’s legs, gently biting and licking her smooth, flawless skin.

“Oh, that feels sooooo good,” Carolyn cooed. “Keep… keep going, please.” They didn’t need any urging, kissing their way up to the young girl’s moist pussy, but giving it only the merest of kisses on the way up. “No, please!” she pleaded, spreading her legs wide. “Kiss me there!”

Jane looked questioningly at Susan, who nodded. “Okay, you go first… but I want to lick her too, so no fair making her come right away!”

Susan continued to kiss her way up Carolyn’s body as the girl’s mother began to gently lick her pussy, causing Carolyn to moan wordlessly. Susan swirled around a nipple with her tongue, then sucked it as hard as she could, then gently using her teeth to tease the erect bud. After a moment, she shifted to the other nipple, all the while stroking Carolyn’s body wherever she could reach. Finally, she returned to the girl’s pretty mouth, gently kissing her and muffling her moans.

Carolyn returned the kiss, her tongue joining in the loveplay, then broke away from Susan, gasping, “Switch places now, please? I’m so close. I want to kiss Mom when I come!”

With a final peck, Susan yielded her place to Jane, slid between the little girl’s thighs and fitted her mouth to Carolyn’s pussy. She alternated between plunging her tongue into the child’s vagina as far as it could go, then lightly flicking her clit and sucking it over and over. She wanted to keep Carolyn on the edge as long as she could, wanted to savor this beautiful girl to the full, to drive her out of her mind with pleasure.

It seemed to be working. Carolyn’s cries, now muffled by her mother’s mouth, grew more frantic. Her skin was slick with sweat, and Susan’s tongue thrust in and out of the ten-year-old’s moist opening.

Finally Susan relented, focusing on the young girl’s button until she drove her over the edge. She felt the orgasm surge through Carolyn’s body, pulsing and raging as the child allowed herself to let go. Susan used tender kisses to ease her down gently, finally withdrawing and sitting back on her knees, smiling at the panting girl.

“That was… the best,” gulped Carolyn, getting her breath back. “You’re both so, so amazing!”

Susan lay down on her side next to Carolyn, nestling close to her as Jane snuggled into the other side of her daughter, their legs entwined as they allowed the girl to recover. The women couldn’t stop smiling at each other as they both continued to tease little Carolyn’s nipples, fingers meeting and brushing together on her flat chest.

Finally, Carolyn extracted herself from between the two women and commanded Susan and her mother to “scoot together,” which they did, lying on their backs, bodies touching. They clasped hands as Carolyn began to fondle them both, teasing their pussies with her fingers.

Susan shivered with pleasure, feeling those tiny fingers explore her cunt — now lightly touching, now hard, now plunging inside her and wiggling delightfully. She had both eyes closed, listening to Jane giving little gasps of pleasure, and suddenly Susan knew why when she felt Carolyn’s mouth cover her slit, and a moan escaped her lips as the ten-year-old’s tongue and fingers began pleasuring her together.

Back and forth Carolyn went, shifting between her mom and Susan. With the light touch of her fingers keeping them excited and her mouth taking them steadily higher, Susan felt as if she would explode into tiny bits if she didn’t get her release soon.

Soon. Oh, don’t stop. Oh God, no, right there, yes.

The women looked toward each other at the same time, and something they saw brought them together in a kiss that quickly grew hot, their tongues eagerly tangling and twining.

Carolyn lifted her head to gaze at her grownup lovers as she continued to gently finger their pussies, her heart glowing with happiness. Her mom was so beautiful, and watching her kiss this other woman, hearing the sounds of pleasure that she was making happen, smelling her, tasting her… She’d never loved her more than at this moment. That her mother had agreed to allow a stranger into this, just for her, and to have it working out so well…

“Please, baby,” her mother cried. “Make me come!”

Grinning, Carolyn attacked her mom’s pussy again with lips and tongue, driving her over the edge while she increased the intensity of her other hand between Susan’s legs, causing both women to stiffen and fill the room with sounds of rapture as they went over the edge together.

Finally they collapsed, eyes glazed, and Carolyn slowly withdrew her fingers. Susan and Jane were both looking up at her, smiling contentedly, and she slowly bought those wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Susan managed.

“Thanks! Um, I’m gonna kiss my mom for a bit, if that’s okay.”

Susan smiled. “Long as I get a turn.”

Turning to Jane, Carolyn kissed a pathway up her mother’s body, finally settling on top of the woman and wrapping both arms around her. “Hi, Mom,” the young girl said, “I love you.”

“Oh, my sweet baby girl,” Jane whispered, tears in her eyes, “I adore you. Why did I try to fight this? It feels so good, so right, us being lovers. I’m yours, darling.”

They kissed, and while they did, Carolyn felt Susan start playing with her hair, arranging the long tresses to fall to either side, so that her backside was uncovered. Then she felt fingers gently trailing up and down her back, across her bottom, down her legs. The child gave a little shiver when she felt Susan’s touch lingering between her legs, like a promise of pleasures to come.

Carolyn and her mother kissed for some time, still coming down from the high of their lovemaking, then the little girl switched over to Susan.

Susan felt the weight of this wonderful girl on her body as their lips came together. She drew Carolyn closer, her hands on her firm little butt, then gliding up to caress her back and shoulders. Now it was her turn to be tented under the canopy of that wonderfully soft hair, which her mother began to arrange just as she had done. It surrounded her, brushed her skin, made her more aware of this tiny angel in her arms.

How could it have taken so long for me to explore the delights of love with a little girl? Susan asked herself. I can’t let this be the last time, I absolutely can’t.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as she made out with Carolyn. Did they kiss for minutes, or hours? It seemed like both, and when Carolyn broke away, Susan felt it wasn’t enough. Never enough, she thought, as this beautiful girl looked down at her and smiled. “You and Mom next. I want to watch.”

But I want more of you.

Patience, there’s still plenty of time.

Susan turned to Jane as she crawled to the side, the two of them coming together. How different, she thought, as their breasts pressed together. But nearly as nice, honestly. As they shared hungry kisses, she felt Carolyn’s hands touching them both, running back and forth across their bodies.

“Let me taste you,” Jane whispered, breaking the kiss. Susan nodded, and both women scooted down the bed a little more toward the center, where Susan turned around and dipped her head between Jane’s legs.

“Oh, yeah, that’s so cool!” exclaimed Carolyn as her mother and Susan each began licking and nibbling at the other. Jane’s cunt was hot and juicy, and Susan, arms wrapped around the mother’s legs, was able to caress the edges of the woman’s labia and spread them, inserting a finger as her tongue danced about the erect clit. Carolyn slipped a pillow under her mother’s back so Jane would be more comfortable, then she watched from various angles as the two women swiftly brought one another to orgasm.

Putting Carolyn back in the middle, Jane and Susan recovered while stroking, nuzzling and caressing the young girl until she was squirming frantically, begging them to stop teasing her.

Soon the three lovers arranged themselves in an oral circle, mouths to cunts. This time it was the child’s mother who lay between Carolyn’s legs, while Susan positioned herself so she could be licked by the ten-year-old, while bringing the girl’s mother to a wonderful high with her lips and tongue. Somehow, they all managed to come one last time.

Exhausted, Susan got up and turned the lights out, while mother and daughter slipped under the sheet. Susan joined them so that Carolyn was nestled in the middle, and the three lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms, feeling warm, secure, and very satisfied.

***

The next morning, after a bit more fun and a long hot shower together, Susan invited the pair to stay again, telling them, “You can spend as many nights here as you want here for free, as long as I can join you both in bed.”

“Thank you, Susan,” Jane said. “We had a lovely time with you, and we’ll definitely be back. You helped me understand my true feelings for Carolyn, and I’ll be forever grateful for that.”

“Yeah — thanks, Susan!” Carolyn squealed. “Now me and Mom are really in love, and it might not’ve ever happened without you. I can’t wait to come back, so we can do stuff with you again!” She threw her arms around Susan, hugging her tightly.

Susan escorted her guests down to the lobby. They exchanged warm kisses, then Jane and Carolyn left, turning to wave goodbye as they went. Watching her new lovers cross the parking lot to their car and get inside, Susan turned to go upstairs to her office, a smile of perfect contentment on her lips.

The End

 

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