Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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by Joe Dornish

As Kiki was away, Mum invited Henri to stay with us for the weekend while Lilly was staying over at Evie’s. The two little ones were inseparable and now pretty much lived together, shuttling back and forth between each other’s houses.

On Friday night after we’d had dinner, Mum smiled at Henri and me and said, “Come upstairs, girls.” There was nothing unusual about going upstairs to fuck Mum, even with Henri there, but the matter-of-fact way she asked had me wondering if something was up.

She invited us to sit on the bed, then she handed me a small plain plastic carrier bag with some boxes inside.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Have a look and see.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Mum had got me not one, but two vibrators!

One was a small, gold-coloured bullet with a ring you put your finger in to hold it steady. The button on the end started it off, and the box said it had fifteen different settings!

The other one was a proper vibrator. It was long and pink, smooth all over and didn’t look at all like a penis. It was so incredibly cute. It looked rather large at first glance, but when I studied the packaging it said, 5-Inch Beginner’s Ultravibe, so I figured it wouldn’t be too long to go inside me. Also in the carrier was a purple velvet drawstring bag and a box of sanitary wipes.

After I’d finished squealing with delight and hugging Mum half to death, she said, “Before and after you use these, or indeed any sex toys, give them a good clean with the wipes. Let me know when you run out and I’ll get you more. It’s important to do this, sweetie, so you don’t get an infection.”

“Okay, Mum,” I said, examining my new treasures. I switched the bullet vibrator on – bloody hell, it was powerful! I jumped so hard, I nearly fell off the bed, and Mum and Henri burst into laughter. I felt a right muppet, though I suppose it was pretty funny.

“The best way to tell how a vibrator will feel on the clit is to touch it to the tip of your nose,” said Henri.

Okay, that sounded like she was having me on. “You’re making that up,” I told her.

“No it’s true… here.” Henri took the bullet from me. She put it to her nose, then squirmed and giggled. “Oh, my, yes. That’s going to send you straight to the moon, Poppy.”

“Huh. I thought you were taking the piss.”

Henri giggled. “Well, Pops” – she had recently started calling me Pops, which I quite liked – “had I thought of a good joke, I’d have played it on you, so your thinking was on the money.”

So adorable. I leaned in to give Henri a passionate kiss, then I looked back and forth between her and Mum. “Well, are you two planning to help me use these things, or what?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Henri said, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

“Erm…a little overdressed, aren’t we?” Mum pointed out.

I quickly got naked, as did Mum and Henri, then lay down with one of them on either side of me. I was nice and comfy, nestled between two beautifully bare women. Spreading my legs, I switched the bullet to its lowest setting, then cautiously touched it to my clit.

“Jesus FUCK! Oh, my… What the… Oooooohhhhh!”

It hit me like a truck. I was in shock, like I’d fallen in freezing cold water and couldn’t catch my breath. I was panting like a marathon runner from the second the toy touched me. Less than a minute later I came so hard I thought I’d peed myself, but was too shagged out to look and see. When I recovered, Mum gave me some chocolate and a Coke.

“Pretty intense, huh?” grinned Henri.

“Intense? Fuck, that was like… a nuclear orgasm.”

“Nuclear orgasm… I Iike that,” giggled Mum.

“I can’t wait to see how you get on with this one,” Henri said, passing me the pink vibrator.

While I got used to the feel of the toy in my hand, Mum told me, “I, er, have a small confession.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Have you noticed that I’ve been using my fingers on you a lot lately?”

I paused to think. “Now you mention it, yes.”

“I was sort of preparing you, I guess – making sure you were ready for, well, something bigger.”

“Oh, Mum… you should have said, I wouldn’t have minded! I totally trust you.”

Mum took me in her arms. “My dear sweet Poppy, I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” We snuggled for a bit.

“Hey, Pops,” Henri said, pointing to the pink vibrator, which I was still holding, “want me to use that on you?” I think she was impatient to get back to the sex.

“Erm, well… thanks, Henri, but I really want to learn how to use this myself. Next time, okay?”

Luckily, her feelings weren’t hurt. “It’s your party, lover,” she said with a cute wink.

I switched the pink vibrator on at its lowest setting – just a continuous buzz really. Mum and Henri both agreed that the more unusual settings are fun to experiment with, but for actually getting off they preferred a steady vibration rather than a funky pattern. Lying back, I took a deep breath. “Okay, here I go…”

It didn’t feel as strong as the bullet, but maybe that was because this time I was prepared for it. I’d already come once, so my pussy was nice and slippery and the smooth vibrator slid easily into my hole. I just put the tip in at first, like Mum told me I should.

The feeling was immense. I mean, whole-body-tingling, head-spinning incredible. And I’d only put about an inch of it inside! I pulled it out, took a few seconds to catch my breath, then slipped it back into my vagina, going a bit deeper this time.

The size wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but the toy’s vibrations were so intense that it was making me sort of crazy, like a party was kicking off in my body. I felt like I was about to come, and I didn’t want to just yet. A moment later, I took it out.

Mum frowned. “You okay, sweetie? Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s just so, so powerful.”

She patted my thigh. “You don’t have to do it all in one day, sweetie.”

“No, I want to, but – but maybe, um, I do need a little help, after all.” I looked up at Henri.

“Here, pass it to me,” said Henri. I did, and she switched it off. “Okay, spread your legs.”

I opened myself up for her and she slipped the toy in my pussy. It entered me with no trouble. “Speak up right away if it hurts, okay?” she told me.

“Uh-huh. It feels fine, now it’s turned off,” I said.

“Your first orgasm with a vibe is always going to leave you super sensitive for a bit. I’ll try bringing you to the edge with it switched off, then I’ll turn it on and see how that feels.”

“Oh my God, that sounds good,”

I felt as safe in Henri’s hands as I did my mother’s. I trusted everyone in the Mad Eleven, of course, but Kiki and Henri were already like family to me. Using a slow slightly up and down movement Henri pushed the vibrator further and further into me. Mum was lying alongside, rubbing her cunt while she watched Henri fuck me with a toy for the first time.

Quite soon after she started, Henri grinned up at me and said, “It’s almost all the way in. Take a look.”

Propping myself up on both elbows, I peered between my legs. The five-inch vibe was buried deep inside me, just the very end sticking out where Henri was gripping it. I loved the way it looked, how it spread my pussy lips apart.

“God, that’s s-so fucking hot,” Mum gasped, and then she began to come.

I thought a little dirty talk might make her orgasm even better, so I started right in swearing, “Mummy, look, Henri’s fucking my cunt, can you see?”

“Now try it yourself,” Henri said, releasing the end of the vibrator. I took it in my hand and started pushing it in and out of myself – carefully at first, but within a few strokes I was going harder and deeper than Henri had done. It made me feel so amazingly sexy. I’m doing it. I’m fucking myself!

“Oh yes, sweetie… do it, baby girl… fuck your p-pretty little cunt,” Mum was panting, riding the wave of her climax.

I only went faster, plunging the toy in and out, in and out. It didn’t hurt at all – in fact, it felt better than ever! Henri was kneeling next to me and masturbating, her pussy so close to my face that I could smell it.

“It’s spread me open…it’s filling me up completely Mummy…I’m fucking my self mummy…mummy.”

My orgasm kinda crept up on me, I think I dirty talked myself into coming! I was ramming the thing in and out hard and staying right on the edge. Then I felt Henri touch my thigh.

“Let me.”

She took over and the difference was immediate. Maybe it was the angle, or her wrist technique, or that it was someone else fucking me, but I came straight away, and she didn’t even turn the vibrator on!

My orgasms often vary in how they feel and how intense they are. Sometimes they are like blissful sighs, other times they pound me mercilessly. The orgasm I got from the vibrator was in the mid-range, as far as intensity goes, but it felt very different somehow, much more inside me.

I know that sounds obvious, but as a girl of ten, it hadn’t occurred to me that there were varieties of sexual ecstasy. When the bullet sent my clit into overdrive, it was an electric sensation that raced through me, but centered between my legs. This climax, though, started deep inside and radiated outward in waves that got faster and faster as I came. It wasn’t better or worse, just different. After I’d recovered I explained all this to Mum and Henri.

“You should try the bullet and the vibe together,” said Henri. “The last time I did that, Mum said I practically screamed the house down.”

“Shit, I bet that’s incredible.”

“I’m sure you’ll be trying it on yourself soon,” said Mum. “Now, there’s something else I’ve got for you.”

She got to her feet, and I sat up cross-legged and watched as she took a small suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe, the sort you would take on a plane, then set it before me.

Mum indicated a small set of dials at the top of the suitcase. “The combination is 9876. Do NOT give it to Lilly, understand?”

“Yes, Mum.”

“Good girl. Now, sweetie, this is my toy case… and now it’s yours, too. You can keep the things I just gave in your room, if you like – but don’t leave them lying about, pop them in the velvet bag and in your bedside drawer. However, if you’re in the mood for something a little different, you’re welcome to go through these.” She twiddled the dials to the proper combination, then opened the lid of the case.

My eyes nearly fell out of my head. The sheer number and array of toys that Mum had in there was amazing. I didn’t know where to look; it was crammed full. While I gawped at the contents, Henri said, “Next time you come over, I’ll show you our toy chest. I know Mum won’t mind… in fact, I bet she’ll want to try some of her gear out on you.”

Mum chimed in. “Poppy, If you think this is impressive, just wait till you see Kiki’s toy collection. It’ll blow your mind.”

“I can’t wait to see them, but right now my mind is kind of blown by what you’ve got here! What’s this for?” I held up a purple thing that was C-shaped, like a sort of horseshoe with bulbous tips at each end.

Mum pointed at the different bits. “That part goes inside you, and this end rests against your clit. You can control it with an app.”

I took a second to process that. “So… I could put this in you and control it on my phone?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s crazy! I could be, like, miles away, huh?”

“You could be in Australia, and it wouldn’t make a difference,” Henri said. “I’ve had control of it while your mum wore it to work. Now that was fun!” said Henri.

“You’re kidding me!”

Mum went red. “Stop it, Henri, you’re giving her ideas. And no, Poppy, don’t even think about it, I creamed my knickers in a board meeting, I had to tell them I was unwell and excuse myself,” said Mum, her expression quite serious. Henri was in fits of giggles, and by the time Mum finished we were both in hysterics.

“It’s not funny,” Mum protested, making us laugh even harder, then she gave us a sheepish smile. “Okay, I suppose it is.”

The one in the bag that really caught my eye was a huge realistic looking penis, complete with balls. It was thick and half as long as my arm. When I picked it up it was surprisingly heavy, too.

“That might be a bit optimistic,” joked Henri.

I scoffed. “Don’t worry, this isn’t going anywhere near my pussy. I’m just surprised they make them this big.”

“That’s one of your mum’s favourites.”

“Get out! I thought this was a joke one! Mum, you can’t honestly get this whole thing inside yourself… can you?”

Mum blushed a bit. “You’d be surprised. It’s actually not my favourite, but when I’m in the mood it has its uses. To be honest, I’m not sure if I’ve ever taken the whole thing. See that suction cup on the base? I use that to stick it to the bathroom floor, then I ride it while I use the bullet on my clit.”

“Okay, now I’m impressed,” I said truthfully.

Mum reached into the suitcase. “This is the one we spoke about, Henri.” She took out a dildo, shaped a bit like a penis but not as realistic as the big one. It was purple with sparkly bits.

Henri studied it carefully, then passed it back to my mother and nodded. “Perfect.”

Mum handed it to me. “What do you think of this?”

“It’s bigger than my vibe.”

“Thicker, too,” said Henri.

“Keep it with your other ones,” Mum told me. “When you’ve used the pink one a few more times, you can move up to this. I don’t want you using anything bigger, okay? I’m trusting you to do as I ask. There are lots of things in here for you to try, but this is the size limit for now.”

“Okay, Mum. I think this is more than big enough. I’m not even sure I’ll try it. I’ll hang on to it, though.”

Who was I kidding? I had good intentions, but I also knew that curiosity was sure to get the better of me. I’d have that purple vibrator in my pussy before the week was out.

“Whatever you want, sweetie. Go at your own speed. Now, there’s one more type of toy I don’t want you to use just yet.” She produced a small silver thing with a beautiful pink gem at one end.

“This is a butt plug, and yes, this bit goes in your bum, and the gem stops it from slipping all the way in.”

She handed it to me. It was far heavier than I expected and cold, and about the width of two, maybe three of my fingers.

“It’s cute, but looks big. Does that go in easily?”

“With lube and practice, it does. It can be fun, but you’re too young. You can experiment with your bum as you get older, but for now let’s stick to just tongues and fingers in there, okay?”

As much as I liked the idea of a cute pink gem decorating my bottom, it did look much too big. “That’s fine with me Mum. Still, there’s loads of other stuff here that I’d love to try.” I picked up the remote-controlled horseshoe.

Mum grinned. “You like the idea of this one, eh?”

“Maybe, not sure.”

“Here, take this.” Mum handed me a bottle of lube. “Even if you’re already wet, a little lube can make these toys feel even better.”

“Okay, I’ll try it.”

We spent ages rooting through Mumls case, looking at all of the different sex toys she had. The rabbit looked interesting, and I remember thinking that I’d like to try it at some point. Right then, it looked a bit scary. The other one that got me thinking was the double-ended dildo, which I really liked the idea of ever since I saw the two girls in that porn film fucking with one. It was too big for me right then, but I was already looking forward to using it on Mia one day.

When I had seen everything I wanted, we put the case away. Mum and Henri were both brilliant. They patiently answered every question I threw at them, always treating me like an adult.

“Now then, young lady… since you got me all worked up, I think the least you can do is let me come in that pretty little mouth of yours,” Mum said, then she practically threw me on the bed.

I quickly got into position, then Mum straddled my face. That sweet, familiar scent filled my nostrils as she lowered her cunt to my eager tongue.

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easily,” I heard Henri say to Mum. She stood on the bed with a foot on either side of my head and offered her arse to my mother, who eagerly delved between Henri’s cheeks to  lick her bumhole.

The three of us fucked for at least an hour. Mum was much more demanding of me than she usually was, but in a good way. She had me every way she wanted, whereas normally she lets me do whatever I want. It was a lovely change of pace, letting Mum take charge.

The only other thing of note that happened that weekend took place when Henri went home on Sunday afternoon. As she left, when Mum wasn’t within earshot, she whispered to me, “If I was you, I’d practise with the purple vibe,” then winked. I was planning on using it at some point anyway, but after Henri said what she said, I decided to take my new toy for a test drive that very night.

When Lilly got home, Mum sat her down and explained to her that I was now experimenting with sex toys, then went on to tell my sister that she was too young to use them herself, not until she was a few years older. That made Lilly very upset, like I knew it would, Telling a seven-year-old she can’t play with toys while her big sister can is a very good way to start World War Three. “At least let me try,” was her main argument, but Mum stood firm.

Finally, I spoke up. “Mum? Lilly may be too young to put anything inside her, but could she maybe try using the bullet on her clit? That wouldn’t hurt her, I bet.”

Mum gave me a look, but I suspected that we’d just found our compromise. She thought about it for a moment, then said, “Fine, I suppose… but just a bullet, nothing else.”

Lilly was bouncing in her seat. “Yay! Can I have a go now?”

“Not now,” Mum replied. “But if you’re a good girl, we can try tonight.”

“Erm, how about if Lilly sleeps with you tonight, Mum? Then you can show her how it works, have fun, then  fall asleep right after. I’d like to try my toys on my own tonight.”

“This is going to cost me a small fortune in batteries,” Mum muttered, rolling her eyes.She couldn’t fool me, though – I knew she was already looking forward to being with Lilly.

***

I tried the larger purple dildo that night and was surprised how easily my pussy took it. Mind you, I didn’t go mad with it – just put the end in and played around with it so I could get used to the feel of it inside. After a while I felt confident enough to go deeper, and I ended up getting the toy nearly all the way into my vagina.

It was a lot of fun. I liked the way I felt full and stretched, and how it looked when the dildo was half in and half out. It was an incredibly naughty feeling, even when Mum had given me permission.

***

I was having lunch with Mia on Monday when Beth came over, a dreamy cast to her eyes.

Mia spoke up first. “Hi, Beth! So… how was your weekend?”

“Omigod. It was totally amazing. I’m sooo in love with Kiki.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” I said. Tell us everything!”

“Well, we got to Bath, then checked into this stunning five-star hotel. She told the lady on the desk that I was her daughter!” She giggled.

“Did you have a double bed?”

“Yeah, but it’s a suite, like the best room they have. It’s more like a little apartment but without a kitchen. There are two separate bedrooms and a lounge-type area. Oh my God, the bathroom! It had a huge sunken tub. Here, look…”

Beth got her phone out and showed us the pictures she’d taken of the hotel room and the places they went to in Bath. Clearly, Kiki had spoiled her for the entire weekend. They did a lot of shopping. Beth was wearing a beautiful ring that Kiki bought her and, apparently, she had tons of new clothes, shoes and sexy underwear too. It reminded me that I’d not tried on all the things Kiki had gotten for me. I was waiting for a special occasion, but listening to Beth talk about all her new clothes made me want to wear mine.

Besides the shopping, they ate in the best restaurants, saw a play and visited the Roman Baths. And of course, they had lots and lots of sex. Kiki is as generous with her love as she is with her money, and Beth was being showered with the benefits, an enviable position to be in. It never occurred to us to question a sexual relationship between a twelve-year-old girl and a thirty-four-year-old woman. In our little world, it was simply a natural, beautiful love to be celebrated.

Then I told Mia and Beth all about my weekend, but in comparison to Beth’s holiday of luxury and love, my tales of new toys seemed downright tame. At least that’s what I thought.

A few days later I got home from school, only to be confronted by Mum with, “Have you heard about the ruckus you’ve created, young lady?”

“Me? What have I done?” I was utterly confused. Honestly, I’m a well-behaved girl most of the time.

Mum smiled when she answered me, though, which calmed my anxiety somewhat. “What you may not know is that we adults had a little chat about sex toys and porn at Kiki’s.”

“When Kiki called you all into the kitchen? We wondered what you were talking about.”

“Here’s the thing: all the moms in the Mad Eleven have discussed how and when we should introduce sex toys to you kids. Emma and I were hesitant, but Kiki and Nicole said we should at least consider it. The upshot is that the four of us were trying to work out a plan… then little Miss Poppy announces that she wants sex toys and she wants them now, thank you very much.”

“Oops, sorry!” I say, unable to restrain a nervous giggle.

Mum ruffled my hair. “Don’t be sorry, you’re just being yourself and exploring new things. Keep being you, sweetie, because you’re very special.” Then she kissed me on the forehead. “Anyway, you told Mia and Beth about your toys… and now Beth, Mia and Evie are all up in arms, badgering their mums for vibrators of their own. Then Evie found out Lilly’s been using my bullet vibrator… and that was it, she went mental. It hasn’t helped that Lottie’s got sex toys of her own, and she’d been teasing Mia and Evie about it. So Evie just told her mum that she is on strike, and won’t be doing her chores or homework until she gets to use a bullet like Lilly does.”

“Ah. Erm, yeah, that’s a tough one. Don’t know what to tell you, Mum.”

“Thanks, you’re a great help,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Hee hee, I do my best.”

“Speaking of toys, how are you getting on with that purple dildo?”

“Oooh, I love it. Uh… I do get to keep it, right?”

“Of course. By the way…would you like one of the more realistic-looking ones?”

I had been distracted recently with my new toys and everything that was going on within our Mad Eleven group so I hadn’t picked-up on Mum’s odd questions over the last few days. She kept asking about dildos and what I liked or didn’t like about them. At first I thought she was just being curious and watching out for me, which I’m sure she was. But now I feel there is more to it all and something told me I was about to find out what.

“Erm, no, it’s okay, I’m not interested in the real looking ones.”

“Sweetie, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course, Mum. You know you can ask me anything.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to… but is there any chance that you might want to explore sex with a boy one day?”

That shocked me, and no mistake. “What? I – what the fuck, Mum? NO. Definitely not. I’m a lesbian, Mum, why on earth would I want to…”

Mom hastened to calm me. “It’s okay, calm down! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted you to know that if you were interested in boys that way, it was perfectly okay. I still love you, nothing will ever change that…”

“Mum… Mum, STOP. Listen to me,” I said, then paused to make sure she got the message.

“Thanks for looking out for me,” I continued, then kissed her, “But I’ve got zero interest in boys. This stuff with the dildos is not about me dropping hints. I’m just doing what you told me to do, having fun and exploring. I’m a lesbian and I can’t ever see that changing, but I promise that if I start fancying boys you’ll be the first to know. But so far… urgghh, no thanks.”

She gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry to be nosy, sweetie. I just want to make sure you don’t close off any avenues that later in life you may regret.”

“Are you talking about kids?”

“Partly. In general, though, I’m trying to encourage you to keep an open mind. I’m so glad you’re happy and confident in your sexuality. It’s a wonderful thing, especially at your age. All right, I promise not to pry any more,” she added, raising one hand as if she was swearing an oath.

I had to laugh. “That’s okay, you can pry. I don’t always understand it sometimes, but I do know that you want what’s best for us. Can I ask you something now?”

“Sure.”

“Is that how it happened for you? I mean, you were a lesbian first, then found out you liked men?”

“No, it was the other way round. Like you, I had sexual urges at a very early age – three or four years old, believe it or not – but it was always boys I was attracted to. The idea of girls never really occurred to me until I started puberty at about eleven. My hormones kicked in, and instead of losing my virginity to a boy in a nice romantic encounter as I’d imagined,  I had fantastic crazy sex with another girl. Shortly after that I had sex with a boy for the first time and it was awful; too quick and he had no idea what he was doing. After that, boys rarely featured in my love life, but I did very occasionally have it off with a man.”

“Like with my father?”

“No. He’s special and very dear to me. He was bisexual back then, and slept with women as often as I slept with men… which was hardly ever. He’s been married to a lovely man for some time now… they live in a cottage in the Cotswolds.”

“I never knew that he was married to a man.”

“There’s lots you don’t know about your father. I could tell you more, if you like.”

Did I want to know more about him? Perhaps the dark silhouette of a random man in my mind was enough for now.

“Um, maybe another time?”

“Okay, sweetie, whenever you’re ready.”

***

I was over the moon when Mum told me that the adults had arranged for the Mad Eleven to meet five times in the next six months. The next full gathering of our little society was to be my birthday. In the meantime, I spent most of my free time with Mia, but we squeezed in a few dirty little orgies here and there.

By then, Beth was practically living at Kiki’s, as was Lottie, who’s relationship with Henri was going from strength to strength. They even talked about going public at school, but thought better of it.

As for Mum, she spent a lot of time with little Evie. It was quite funny, actually – if Mum hadn’t seen Evie for a few days, she would call Nicole and tell her she needed some ‘Evie time’. Nicole would then arrange for Mum to have sex with Evie. Sometimes Mum would have her over for the night.

Us kids were often invited over for some sexy fun with the other adults. For instance, one day Emma told Mum she had an urge to fuck me and Lilly together. We were happy to oblige, and why wouldn’t we be? It was great fun, we were both ecstatic that this gorgeous lady wanted us, and I was always ready for sex with my little sister.

It worked the other way, too. I wanted some time with Nicole and Lottie again, so I asked Mum about it. and the following night they came over and fucked me silly. The littlest ones, Lilly and Evie, were in high demand, but they got what they wanted, too. Lilly wanted to spend a night with Kiki, so Mum arranged a sleepover for them. Of course, Kiki was thrilled to oblige. Lilly came back the next day, bubbling over with the details of her wild time with Kiki and Henri. So it wasn’t like us kids were being loaned out and passed around or anything. We all loved being invited to stay with the others in our group, adults and kids, and we got our wishes granted just as much, probably even more than the adults did.

***

Mia stayed over one Friday and we were going through my drawers when she came across the unopened hold-ups Kiki bought me that day at the mall.

Her eyes lit up. “Wow! You have stockings?”

“Kiki got them for me. I’ve never tried them on, though. I’ve got a couple of thongs, too.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” I fished through the drawer and found the small lace thongs. One was white, one black.

Flashing me a saucy grin, Mia said, “Shall we try them on?”

It’s funny – when I was in the lingerie shop with Kiki and she bought these things for me, it thrilled me to bits, but I sort of forgot about them afterwards because so much has been happening in my life, especially to do with sex. But Mia’s excitement proved to be contagious, and I couldn’t wait to play dress-up with her.

We stripped off and got into my sexy underthings, then modelled them in the wardrobe mirror and for each other. I fell in love with them straight away. Mia tried the tan hold-ups with the white thong, and I tried the black thong and stockings. Needless to say, we both got very aroused and fell on each other, our mouths meeting in a deep, heated kiss.

Within a minute or two, my cute girlfriend and I were having sex. The feeling of the nylon on our legs as they slid together was delightful. I clutched Mia’s stockinged leg to my chest as I ground my pussy into hers. We didn’t even take the thongs off, just pulled them to the side like we saw the ladies in the porn film do and fucked like crazy.

Soon after, smelling of pussy and with wet patches in our knickers, we paraded in our undies for Mum and Lilly in the living room. They soon forgot about the film, and the four of us ended up naked and spread out on the carpet, enjoying each other.

Adult Dress-Up, as we soon came to call it, played a big part in our sex lives after that, including the fishnets I promised myself I’d save for a special occasion. When Mum saw me in those and nothing else, she instantly undressed and ravished me on the kitchen floor. Afterwards, I told her that I’d really love to have some more sexy lingerie, but she said I’d have to wait until my birthday.

***

One Saturday evening, Mia and I were feeling particularly naughty. We knew Kiki and Henri were at home, and fancied going over to surprise them. The plan we came up with was so outrageous, I didn’t think for one moment Mum would agree… but as I was to learn, it pays to at least ask.

I’d been practising walking around in my heels for a while now and had broken them in nicely. They were now comfy and I didn’t snap my ankle when I walked, which was a bonus. I’d only ever worn them around the house, though, and longed to give them a proper outing. When Mia first saw my heels, she pestered her mother until she got her own pair and we’d been practising wearing them together, much to Mum’s delight. She really liked spreading Mia and me on the kitchen table and going down on us while we were wearing them.

So we came down to see Mum in the kitchen wearing nothing but our heels, hold-ups and thongs. I was in the black one, which was my favourite. I gave my mother a big smile. “Um, Mum?”

She folded her arms. “Why do I get the feeling that you two little vixens are looking for trouble?”

“Well… I don’t think you‘ll go for this, but you always said I could ask. So…you know I want to go out and really try my heels, right?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Could Mia and I walk over to visit Kiki and Henri, and maybe spend the night with them?”

“On your own?” She looked out of the window. It was only seven o’clock, but in late October in England, that meant it had been dark out for a couple of hours. I knew the route like the back of my hand. it would take about fifteen minutes, maybe twenty in our heels.

“Yeah, just the two of us. We’ll call you when we get there, so you know we’re safe.”

Mum frowned. “I don’t know, sweetie… perhaps if it was daylight, but…”

“And we’re going like this.”

“You’re what?”

“With our coats on, of course,” I hastened to add.

“But under our coats,” said Mia, “this is what we’ll be wearing. We’ll take them off right before Kiki opens the door. Um, to surprise her.”

“Ah, I see. Well, you’ll certainly do that! I’ve no doubt that Kiki will love this, but I’m not sure about you girls walking there on your own. How about if I drop you off?”

“Mum, the whole point is to go for a walk in our heels.”

“Hmmm. Let me speak to Nicole first, I’m not saying yes without your mum agreeing, Mia.”

When Mum went to use the phone, Mia and I couldn’t stop grinning at each other. We couldn’t believe she was even considering this. Now there was a chance it might actually happen, and we were beside ourselves with excitement.

After a moment, Mum came in and set the phone down on the side. “Well, get your coats on, then.”

“You’re kidding!” I gasped. “Really?”

“I’m not kidding, and you can go. But there are conditions. Make sure you both have your phones on. Go straight there and don’t stop to talk to anyone. If you’ve not called me to say you’re at Kiki’s in thirty minutes, I’m coming looking for you. If I’ve not heard from you in forty-five minutes, I’m calling the police. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mummy.”

“Thank you, Heather!” Mia exclaimed.

“You’re welcome. Have fun, then! Oh, and Poppy… I want a detailed account of what happens when you get back tomorrow”

Wrapped up in our coats and scarves, we each gave Mum a hot tongue kiss, then set off, the pair of us clip-clopping down the road in our heels. Mum took a picture of us as we left.

God, it felt good to be out with no adults, dressed like this. We looked like a pair of underage hookers, but strutted down the road like we owned it. The cold crept under our coats, reminding us constantly of our lack of clothing underneath, but that did nothing to dim our spirits – or our growing arousal.

As it happened, we saw only two people: a man walking a dog some ways off in the distance, and a woman with a young boy of about seven. She gave us the strangest look, then I nodded and said, “Good evening,”

“Good evening,” she politely replied. When they were out of earshot, Mia and I burst out laughing. What that woman must have thought about seeing a pair of preteen girls in heels and nylons out on their own in the dark like that, I’ll never know.

We were starting to really feel the cold after a few minutes, as well as needing to pee, so Mia and I picked up the pace for the last stretch of our little journey. When we got to Kiki’s, I gave Mum a quick ring to let her know we’d made it there safely, while Mia keyed in the four-digit code for the gate. We got to the front door and rang the bell, which was sure to confuse Kiki and Henri, as they hadn’t buzzed anyone through the gate. Mia and I dropped our coats and scarves on the ground and stood shivering at the door in stockings, heels and thongs. Thankfully, Kiki opened the door quickly, Henri right behind.

Needless to say, she was delighted. “Oh, my stars! You little devils! What are you doing here?”

“We thought we’d surprise you!” Mia cried.

“You certainly did that,” said Henri. “Now come inside, before you freeze to death,”

Kiki bundled us indoors. We got big hugs from her and Henri. I was eager to have fun. But right then, there was another urgent need to deal with.

“Erm, sorry Kiki, but we’re desperate for the loo…” I told her.

She clasped both hands together as if in prayer. “Oh, my… God must truly love me, for she has delivered me two half-naked little beauties with full bladders. Come along, my darlings – we mustn’t waste such an opportunity.”

As we followed her toward the bathroom Kiki said, “Hen, darling, would you be a dear and grab my small vibe?”

“Sure, but erm… I’ll help you with that if you like.”

Pausing in mid-step, Kiki asked her daughter, “Are you sure, darling?”

Henri nodded. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

Henri was not into watersports – not on the receiving end, anyway. She was happy to pee on someone though, especially her mother. But offering to bring Kiki off herself would put Henri in the firing line. This lovely offer she was making for her mother was not lost on me. I think Henri realised this was one of those rare opportunities that pop up now and again, and wanted to be involved. Then again, maybe it was just a love offering to her mother

While Kiki and Henri stripped down, Mia and I finished undressing. I had no intention of getting pee on my best shoes! Once everyone was naked, we laid Kiki down on the bathroom floor. This particular loo is what Kiki calls the Wet Room. It’s designed like the huge gym shower at school, tiled from floor to ceiling, with a drain in the room’s centre. You could get up to just about anything there, then wash away the evidence. And the room has underfloor heating, so the tiles are kept nice and warm.

With Kiki spread out on the floor, Henri knelt down and began to lick her mum’s pussy. “All right, girls,” Kiki told Mia and me, “just let go whenever you’re ready to. Don’t be afraid to soak me completely.” I stood above her head, while Mia was facing me astride Kiki’s belly.

It took a minute or so for us to start peeing. I held mine back until Mia let go. My stream went further forward than I thought, some of it splashing on Mia and Henri, so I moved back a step and squatted over Kiki’s face. Her mouth was open and searching for the stream, gulping down as much as she could. Mia was moving her hips back and forth over Kiki’s body, bathing her as well as she could.

Henri was getting quite a lot of crossfire while she went down on her mum, but she refused to stop until Kiki came so hard that she screamed. Kiki usually isn’t very loud when she climaxes, and it was the first time I’d ever seen such a visceral reaction from her.

Before long we were done peeing, but Kiki’s orgasm seemed to go on for ages. So Mia and I rubbed our cunts all over her body, and I got her to lick me while Henri ate her until she came again. Kiki was so shagged out afterward that we practically had to carry her into the shower.

We got ourselves cleaned up, then Mia and I got back into our undies and stockings. (We wanted to make the most of them that night.) The four of us went to the kitchen to relax for a bit with drinks and snacks, then Mia and I was rewarded for our surprise visit with a night of incredible sex. We got to see Henri and Kiki use the double-ended dildo on each other as a special treat. It was way too big for Mia or me to take, but we borrowed some of Kiki’s other toys to pleasure ourselves with while we watched mum and daughter fuck. It was a wonderful night.

Two days later Mia and I each got a huge bouquet of flowers, delivered to us at our homes with thank-you cards. That was Kiki and Henri all over – thoughtful, generous and loving.

After that first get-together of the Mad Eleven, encounters like these kept the mood going as we drew closer and closer to my birthday. Each week my friends – or lovers, if you like – were all buzzing about some new and exciting idea that had come up in the planning of my party. No one wanted to tease me, so for my sake there wasn’t much chit-chat about it when I was around.

A week before the party, all I knew was that I needed to be up, dressed and ready to go by 10 AM. To make matters worse, Mum had asked me not to have sex or masturbate for three days before the big day. Okay, she didn’t actually order me to not have an orgasm during that time, but she said that going hungry before a big meal always makes it taste better. Then Mum said that she wouldn’t be allowing herself to come, either. That was enough to convince me, but gosh, it was a lot harder than I expected. Who knew that sex could be so addictive?

On to Chapter Eighteen!