Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Kinkychic

It was a few weeks later that I awoke to the sound of cannon-fire coming from the direction of the harbour. A boom like distant thunder told me the fort had shot off one of the big 36-pounders, but there were also many smaller explosions.

I jostled Mother as we ran out the door. It was barely dawn, the sun not yet above the horizon. People seemed to be running in all directions, some eager to see what was happening, others fleeing, determined to get as far away as possible.

Soldiers poured from buildings, fastening their uniforms as they ran. Many looked to be still quite drunk from the night before. It would have been comical if it had not been so frightening.

“What do we do, Mother?” I asked her.

“We should go to the old harbour wall to find out if it’s safe to stay,” she replied. “But wait here a minute.” She ran back inside before returning, stuffing her large purse and a pistol into her bag. The purse contained all our savings.

When we climbed the steps to the top of the wall we saw two frigates and another smaller ship, all clouded in smoke from their rapid fire of cannon. The smaller ship was engaging the light Spanish galleys. The frigates were firing at the fort.

“I don’t think we should be here,” I said. “It’s not safe. I’m frightened. May we go, please?”

“No, it’s all right. They’re only firing at the fort. We’re safe enough here.”

I was not entirely convinced, and I crouched lower. “Who are they, Mother, can you tell?”

“I believe that’s the British flag, but I can’t imagine why they’re here. They must be mad – those ships have no chance against the fort’s big guns.” As if in agreement with what she had said, the fort fired two guns at the same time. The nearest frigate seemed to almost lift out of the water before very nearly rolling over. Even at this distance, I could see huge pieces of timber flying high in the air, and one of the masts beginning to fall.

We turned to look downriver toward the sound of musket-fire. Two more ships were there, and a large body of British marines were moving toward the city walls.

One of the Governor’s guards appeared alongside us, looking off toward the British. “Fools,” he said. “They are going straight into the swamp. We will pick them off like rabbits, if the alligators don’t get them first.”

Even I could see the two frigates were trying to pull out of range of the big guns. They did succeed, but slowly, and not before being hit by several more huge balls. Many sailors must have died on those ships today – and to what purpose? They had achieved nothing. Their shots had only bounced off the massive walls of the fort.

The guard had been over-hasty in his assessment, though. The marines we saw were but a diversion, and many more were now attacking the city from the other side. The sounds of battle intensified as musket and small cannon fire seemed to come from all directions.

“What do we do, Mother? Where should we go?”

“We go to the Palacio. It’s built on higher ground, and has a cellar that does not flood, so it’s warm and dry. Come, we must hurry.”

When we reached the sanctuary, Mother hammered on the side door, but there was no answer. I saw Bill peering down from a balcony, and I waved my hand and shouted to him. A minute later the door opened, and he ushered us inside.

There were quite a few girls in the cellar, though many had elected to go to their homes. I also saw the pretty girl who always smiled at me. Perhaps I would have a chance to talk to her while we were sheltering here. I still did not know her name, and I resolved to ask Chantelle as soon as the opportunity arose.

Our madame greeted us with obvious relief, then asked, “What is happening? Do you know?”

“It is the British,” Mother told her. “I knew there would be trouble when Spain agreed to give all of Louisiana back to France. I just didn’t expect it so soon.”

Bill said he would go and try and find out more. We bolted the doors behind him, then sat and waited.

When he returned, he told us that it was indeed the British. They were attacking on three sides, but he doubted they would succeed. The striking force was larger than the defending garrison, but the invaders were struggling with the nightmare of the swamps, and the garrison soldiers were well protected behind their walls. They were holding the British off, even though the larger part of the garrison was made up of Cuban troops, who were not generally counted among the best of fighters. He said the frigates had learned their lesson the hard way and were out of the fight.

Chantelle suggested we should go back to the salon as there did not appear to be any serious or imminent danger. Bill climbed to the roof with a spyglass and said he would give us ample warning if he saw anything that need concern us.

The wine was passed around, even some port and sherry. Mother didn’t bat an eyelid when I took a glass. I had been accepted as an adult now, a professional along with the rest.

The piano player graced us with a lively tune, and soon we all were singing. I had declined when the sisters at the convent asked me to join the choir, but I often practised with them. They told me I had a good voice and could hold my notes well.

A tune I knew well began, and I sang along with the rest. Gradually, the others dropped out. I had my eyes closed and was so entranced by the music that I did not notice. Then another voice broke in, very close to me. I turned to look and saw the girl whom I’d been wanting to meet. She had come to stand beside me, her voice blending harmoniously with my own.

She held my hand as we sang the last verse. There was complete silence for a moment as everyone regarded us. Then Chantelle began to applaud, and soon they were all clapping, cheering, and whistling as only bawdy-house girls can.

The piano player began another tune. But the girl pulled my hand. “Will you come and sit with me?” she asked. “I still don’t know many here yet.”

My mother smiled as I went and sat with the girl. She fetched my wine over, gave me a wink, and went back to her seat.

Mother’s look had clearly implied there was more to the girl’s attentions than a simple desire to talk. This was new to me. I had never before been approached in such a demur fashion. I studied the girl carefully as she told me her name. “I’m Veronica,” she said. “No, I’m sorry, I mean Violette. I always forget to use the Frenchie name Chantelle gave me. I know you’re Francine. I hoped we would meet, but I don’t see you often.”

I took an instant liking to her. I loved her soft American drawl, and I had already fancied her smile.

“I don’t work like the others. I only come in occasionally, when a lady wants me. There’s only been four so far, and I never work evenings, only in the afternoon.”

Her eyes opened wide. “You… you only go with women?”

“I have never been with a man,” I said. “That’s in my contract, and I won’t be asked. Why – does that shock you?”

“No, I’m not shocked, just surprised,” she said. “I didn’t know we could do that. The lady who fetched your drink – is she your mother, or perhaps your sister? You do look much alike, though I believe you’re a little prettier.” She hesitated but then continued. “I think you’re a lot prettier, really.” Her face reddened, and she hastily looked down at her hands.

I looked at her more intently. I knew what she was attempting, the meaning behind her words. She was clearly too shy to just come right out with it.

A glance around told me that no one was paying the slightest attention to us. I picked up her glass and passed it to her. “Shall we drink to us then? Would you like that?”

“You do mean it, don’t you? I do so hope we can be friends.”

“Oh yes, I mean it,” I said. “I have many friends here, but no one special. I think perhaps you could be that person.”

“I thought that you were just a child, but you’re not, are you? You’re so clever, so perceptive and adult in your way. I would love to be your friend.”

Bill came back into the salon. “I guess it’s safe now, ladies,” he said, “but it’s ain’t over yet, so it bein’ best you all stay here.”

I took Violette’s hand again. “I haven’t bathed today,” I said. “I was awakened by the fighting. Shall we go to the baths?”

The Palacio was one of the few properties with the luxury of running hot water. I ran a bath, and I added a generous amount of salts.

Considering that we were two girls in the same profession, I was surprised at how shy we both became. This was quite different, as we weren’t performing a service for pay.

Although she was older, I saw that she wouldn’t lead, and I began to undress – not in the slow, teasing way that I had been taught, but still slowly enough to keep her eyes on me as I worked for her approval. I saw it there on her face. She wanted to touch me, but she held herself back.

“Are you not going to come in with me?” I asked. “I’m sure it would be so much nicer if you did.”

She barely hesitated. She had come to a decision. Soon she stood naked in front of me. I saw a girl not much older than myself. The main difference was how much more developed she was than I. Her breasts were larger than mine, but still firm and high in their beauty. Her mound was clean-shaven, and her pussy had wonderfully compact lips.

She coloured slightly as I studied her. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she stammered. “Do you like me?”

I held out my hand. “Violette, you’re perfect. Come.”

We settled into the bath and faced each other in the warm water. Her legs were outside of mine, and my toes brushed her pussy. We glanced at each other, then we both burst out laughing. It broke the ice, and soon we were throwing handfuls of bubbles at one another. All the while, my toes pressed between her legs.

We played and tussled until suddenly our faces came close, and we sat looking into one another’s eyes. Violette was breathing quite heavily, my toes having done their job. My lips inched towards hers. It was a kiss I shall remember for the rest of my life. We had both become practised experts in the art, but now we simply melted into each other, surrendering to one another in a true joining.

When at last we came up for breath, we looked at each other with a mixture of amazement and awareness that we had found something special. I wanted this girl – not simply to make love to her, but to have her as my love.

But I had no idea how to express what I felt. All I could say was, “Violette.”

“Francine,” was her reply.

“Shall we fuck?”

Her smile was already a part of what I loved about her. Now I saw it again. She looked so happy, and my heart surged with a longing I had not experienced before.

Water splashed over the side of the bath when she dived on me. A maelstrom of grasping hands, writhing bodies and loving kisses followed. Hands groped at breasts, pinched nipples, rubbed clits.

I was no stranger to lust, but now I wanted this girl with all of my being, to give myself to her completely. But just as powerful was the desire to to fuck her, to make her mine, to show her just what I could make her feel.

One minute, she was on top of me. Then I’d wrestle her over as I forced myself onto her. It was a frenzy of arousal. We were oblivious to the water sloshing over the floor as we wrestled.

Violette’s body suddenly went tight, and even her hand had stopped moving. “Franc…” She could not even finish saying my name, and I knew she was coming. She recovered in a moment, though, as her professional pride intervened, and her fingers resumed their heavenly duties, caressing my clit even as her orgasm inflamed her. “Darling Francine!” she moaned. “Come with me!”

I was used to holding back, but now I strived for release, to be one with my lover. I pulled her to me with my free hand, and I began to shake as my mind focused on what she was doing to me. It was so nearly the perfect climax, the two of us screaming, shouting and coming in unison.

The water grew placid as we lay in each other’s arms, panting furiously, as still we kissed. It may be hard to fathom just how I could suddenly feel so much love for a girl I had only just met, but this was the world we lived in – a hard world where you either took hold of what you wanted or lost it forever. My passion for this girl had blossomed in an instant, but it would last for our lifetimes.

On to Chapter Five!

by kinkys_sis

I loved my job, my chosen profession as an English teacher, and yet I was also coming to dread it.

I had become afraid of my feelings and the way they would flare up at the most inconvenient times, distracting me just when I needed to act the part of the straitlaced professional. It was becoming hard to concentrate on teaching the girls in front of me. I mean, only teaching them.

So it might sound strange to say I was relieved and excited when I finally got a class of my own — I was now a full-fledged teacher with a group of eager young students — but I honestly thought my new, heavier responsibilities would keep my emotions in check. Everything was going to be fine.

It was Jenny who ruined the plan. It wasn’t her fault. It was entirely mine. A twelve-year-old girl, keen to learn, and a budding writer. Though still inept in the art, she was brimming with ideas, and she so wanted to write.

At first, it was her imagination that caught my notice. Stories just seemed to pour from her. I would assign a two-page essay and she’d write five, and even then, she wouldn’t finish the story in the time available.

There was, however, one big problem. Well, two really. Her punctuation was dreadful, and her grammar wasn’t much better. It seemed she used to hate English and hadn’t bothered to learn very much. That is, until she discovered that she liked to write stories. She herself soon realised that what she had written often didn’t make much sense when it was read aloud. She knew it was the lack of punctuation that was making everything seem wrong. She was mortified.

My heart almost bled for her. I recognised a talent waiting to break free, but being held back by her shortcomings. I had to help. It was my job, after all.

When I did, her progress astounded me. She began to improve at a phenomenal rate. It didn’t matter how much homework I gave her. She just took it in her stride. Then she wrote a fantasy story. The story itself was good, but oh my God, the grammar was perfect. In fact, it was too good. I got suspicious. “Jenny,” I asked her, “did your sister help you with this story?”

She almost started to cry when she confessed that she’d begun to put her stories through Grammarly.com. Not to cheat, she hastily added. It’s just that it’s the best way to find out what she was doing wrong, and it gave her time to sit and think about it.

I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I decided to let it ride for the moment. I would set her a test where she couldn’t use Grammarly, and see whether she really was learning.

It was about that time that I first realised just how much I was thinking about her. She had almost cried and it had tugged at my heart. I knew she wasn’t trying to cheat anyone. She really wanted to get it right.

I leaned over her desk, looking at her written words, my hand resting on her arm. The jolt hit me like an electric shock. I snatched my hand away, glad that she hadn’t appeared to notice. My mind was in a whirl as I walked back to my desk. What the hell had just happened? I’d only touched her arm briefly, and yet my body was tingling, and I was breaking out in a sweat. I’d never experienced anything like it, and it left me feeling confused and frightened.

That evening I sat and thought about what had happened. Finally, I knew that I couldn’t deny that I was developing a bond with this girl. It wasn’t simply helping with her writing. What was it? A sort of friendship? Maybe I’d found a kindred spirit? Then I thought about how I had felt when I touched her. Oh God! It was sexual — my body had reacted to her.

I was horrified at the realisation. A twelve-year-old schoolgirl, for God’s sake. I had never before felt a sexual attraction for anyone, and now, to suddenly find that I was falling for one of my students, I felt terrible. It couldn’t be possible.

I swallowed the large brandy I had poured myself, then poured another. I sat and thought. Thought what? My mind kept going in circles, but it always came back to her.

The third brandy didn’t help much either. I sort of languished in my chair. She’s so beautiful, I thought. It was with a shock that I realised I had been thinking about her face, her legs, her figure.

I didn’t get aroused very often, but I was now. I lay back, and somehow, one hand found its way between my legs, pressing as I thought about her. I raised my hips to meet the pressure and heard the glass, which I had forgotten I was still holding, hit the floor.

I pressed harder in response to the sensations between my legs, my other hand clutching at my breasts. A thought briefly flickered through my mind. “What the fuck are you doing?” But then I didn’t care. Her image swam before my eyes, a dawning awareness of the way she looked at me and the thrust of her little breasts as they poked up so clearly through her blouse.

I don’t recall exactly how or when my knickers ended up at my feet, or how my skirt got to be around my waist. I began to feel my climax building as I thought about her and rubbed my clit faster. “Oh God, Jenny, I need you so badly!”

I awoke sometime later, stiff from the awkward position I was in and chilly from being half undressed. My mind fought through the drunken haze and then caught up. Oh God! What had I been thinking? Yet, the more I thought about it and about her, the more I knew it was too late.

Over the next few weeks, I would find any excuse to touch her. Nothing overt, just little casual touches to her arm or fingers. But then came the day that my hand rested lightly on her arm as I explained a point to her. I froze when she placed her hand on top of mine. I tried to pull my hand away, but she held me there, squeezing my fingers. She smiled up at me for a second, then let me go.

The following week, I had her move her desk. I brought her to the front of the room and over to one side, explaining that I needed her nearer so I could keep a constant check on her work. None of the other students had any reason to think it at all odd. Most admired her writing, and they loved to hear her stories read aloud. They understood I was trying to help, especially after I said I intended to enter one of her stories in the inter-schools writing competition.

For a moment, my mind was miles away. Everyone was busy with their own work, and I had a few minutes to myself. Then I glanced up and immediately wished I hadn’t. Jenny was sitting with her legs open, and I clearly saw her panties. I snatched my eyes away, looking up at her face. She was writing away, seemingly oblivious to her display.

The next day, I found myself constantly glancing her way, and was disappointed that there was no repeat of the previous day’s panty show. Once, she noticed me looking at her, and her slight smile made me gulp as I struggled to keep a straight face.

Five minutes later she was again buried in her work. Then I saw her legs slowly spreading. I was transfixed as I waited, pretending as best I could not to be looking. There! Snug red panties, so very pretty.

I checked to see if she was aware of my gaze, but other than the tiny smile on her face, she showed no sign that she knew the effect she was having on me.

Hidden behind my desk, I let a hand drop and pulled up my skirt. Then I slowly rubbed myself through my knickers whilst imagining they were hers.

With a shudder, I forced myself to stop before I lost control. I realised with shock that although her head was bowed toward her desk, she’d raised her eyes and was looking directly at me. Her legs opened wider, and she slid her butt forward on her chair, giving me a much clearer view. Suddenly the bell went for the lunchtime break. She snapped her legs shut as she gathered her stuff together, but she was now looking into my eyes, still with that faint smile.

That evening, I was in an awful muddle once again. I knew I was captivated by her, but I also knew she was fully aware of what she was doing. She had set me up today with those tight red panties. Was she simply teasing me, or was she trying to show me that there could be more? The realisation that she had seen my reaction to her little game only aroused me further. Did she know I had actually been rubbing myself?

Shit. I hoped it wasn’t just teasing. Her smile, though, had told me that she wanted me to look at her. It was a warm and inviting smile, with nothing at all cunning about it.

It didn’t take long to climax. Just the thought of moving those panties aside — Did she have any hair yet? How thick were the lips? Or was there nothing but a tight little slit? I suddenly had a picture of her touching her clit and wondering whether I was doing the same thing, and that’s when I came. A wonderful, mind-blowing orgasm.

I had to wait for three days before I had her in my class again. It seemed like an eternity, and I felt flushed whenever I thought of her. I was losing control of my emotions, allowing myself to drift into dangerous territory. I resolved to put an end to it before it got completely out of hand — but not just yet. I was enjoying it too much.

I tried to be patient, but this morning she seemed indifferent to me. Eventually, I managed to concentrate on the papers I was supposed to be marking. I was moving on from one paper to the next when a quick glance stopped me dead. Her hand was resting casually in her lap, but her fingers were lazily stroking the front of her panties. Today, they were a gorgeous light pink, and just as tight as the red ones. The only difference was that this time I could see the little camel-toe outline of her slit.

My mouth went dry as I struggled to breathe. Those little fingers slowly teased me as I watched them lightly caress her pussy. Hastily, I reached down between my legs and followed her lead. She gave the slightest nod of her head — she must have known I was touching myself. The mere thought of her awareness almost drove me over the edge. I withdrew my hand, then, making sure no one was watching, I put a finger to my lips and gave it a quick suck. Fascinated, I watched her do the same. Then she closed her legs and resumed her work.

Thursday seemed to take forever to come around. I was a bundle of nerves as the kids piled into class and noisily took their seats. Jenny walked toward me holding her essay book, but rather than face me across my desk, as protocol demanded, she walked around and stood beside me, laying her book down in front of me. “Could you check this for me, Miss Rebecca? When you have time, that is.” Her thigh was pressed against my leg. Without thinking, I gave the back of her leg a quick, light caress. She leaned in harder, clearly inviting me to do more. I found my hand drifting upward before I realised the enormity of the situation. Reluctantly, I took my hand away and picked up her book.

I saw her beautiful smile again as she took her place at her own desk. Oh God, did she just wink at me?

It wasn’t long before, back at her desk, she slumped forward in her seat and spread her legs again. It was becoming a habit with her. I was writing some notes on the blackboard, and suddenly I was struggling to speak. I could see her slit, staring at me. No panties, just a bare pussy. She obviously saw me struggling. She raised her hand, and I was just able to croak, “Yes, Jenny, what is it?”

She asked some simple questions about the assignment, which gave me enough time to get hold of myself. I finished at the board and returned to my seat. I called on Sarah to read her piece to the class and picked up a pen, pretending to be making notes as the girl read aloud.

I saw Jenny’s hand drop between her legs again, but this time she wasn’t just teasing herself. She was pressing her finger into her slit, stroking upwards, and slowly. Then she moved in circles at the very top. “Fuck!” I thought. “She’s rubbing her fucking clit!”

For the first time, I didn’t stop myself. I actually had a controlled orgasm right in front of my whole class. It was quite clear that only Jenny was aware of what was happening as she discreetly worked her pussy. Then she gripped her desk, coming as she stared into my eyes. I saw her lick her lips, and I very nearly copied her before I managed to get a grip on myself.

All weekend, I tried to think of a way to move our relationship forward without putting either of us in danger. But there was no answer. Whatever we did, it was going to be dangerous. I was shocked to find that for myself, I didn’t care, but for Jenny, it was different. I had to think of her.

Monday came around. Jenny gave me a quick smile as she took her seat. I waited, as usual, but today I waited in vain. She showed me nothing. By the time class was over, I was devastated. What had happened? She still smiled at me, but that was all.

Thursday was no different, and I went home that afternoon feeling empty and worried. What had I done? How could I ask her what was wrong? What had changed so suddenly?

I often scribbled notes in the kids’ workbooks, and finally, after three weeks of working myself into an awful state, I wrote in Jenny’s, Punctuation so much better this time. Look forward to more of the same… Why? Would she understand?

This morning she looked a little sad, and even a bit worried. Clearly something was troubling her.

One at a time, I called the students up to my desk, and I quietly went through a few points with each one. When I called Jenny, I pushed a note out to her that read, What’s happened? Did I upset you?

She bent over and wrote, as if she were correcting something in her book, No. My sister said you could get in trouble. But I love you.

My heart pounded at what I read. She loved me! Yet I understood very well what she was saying. I gave her a nod as she took her seat again. That, I thought, was the end of our romance.

Several weeks later, after I had accepted the situation, I was gathering my things at my staff locker when I saw the paper sticking out from the pages of a book. It was an envelope with just the word Private written across the front. Of course, I recognized Jenny’s handwriting. Guiltily, I glanced around, but no one was paying me any attention. I packed my briefcase as fast as I could and headed out to my car.

I wanted to rip open the envelope then and there, but I told myself to wait until I got home. I drove out of the school gates and made my usual right. Jenny lived in the other direction. Today I saw her standing partly hidden by a tree. She blew me a kiss as I went by. I thrust out my arm and waved at her. My heart was bursting. Did I have my love back again?

As soon as I got home, I dumped my stuff on the floor, searched for the envelope, and ripped it open. My first thought was disappointment. It was a story, several pages long. Then I read the title — “The English Teacher’s Note”. Could it be about me?

I sat down and started to read. Fuck! How did she know this stuff? Where had she learned so much about sex? She knew more than I did. How was that even possible?

***

The English Teacher’s Note

 It was last term when I first thought my English teacher had the hots for me. Those little touches on my hand and my arm. The extra smiles that no one else got. The suddenly higher grades. and then the extra help with my dreadful punctuation.

She never gave anything away or did anything that anyone might notice. It was the day I got my workbook back at the end of term. Shit! An A+. How the hell did I get that? But most of all, it was the note.

Nothing much in itself. All it said was, “Have a lovely holiday, and keep studying. I’m here to help.” But it was a note. She never left a note for anyone. So why me?

Miss Rebecca was stunning. She was the best-looking teacher at school. I guess she was about twenty-eight or nine, but certainly under thirty. But the main thing was her figure. I mean, like the figure of an eighteen-year-old, and so hot.

Most of the teachers dressed like frumps. Don’t they always? But not Miss R. Hot? She was to die for. And to be honest, I could have. Died for her I mean. I so totally had a massive crush on her.

All I had to do was look at her and my panties got damp. Soaking, if I thought about her too long. Sometimes I had to excuse myself so I could go and dry them out in the girls’ room. And quite often, I’d bring myself off with a good rub while I was there.

I first saw the note when I collected the rest of my stuff from my locker. It was poking out the side of my English book. I stood and stared at it, thoughts tumbling through my mind. What did it mean? Was she telling me something? She couldn’t be, could she?

When I reached the front doors, I saw her walking to her car. I dashed out the front gates, and around the corner, the way I knew she would turn. I hurried to the stretch further up the road where no cars were parked.

I saw her car coming, and she glanced my way. Plucking up my courage, I waved at her. I couldn’t breathe as I waited to see if she would stop. She wasn’t going to. Oh God no, I could see that. But then suddenly she swerved to the kerb and came to a stop alongside me.

She lowered the window and leaned across towards me. “Jenny, whatever’s the matter?”

“Oh, er… nothing’s the matter, Miss,” I stammered out. “It’s just I got your nice note, and I was wondering, if I had problems with my work in the holiday, can I give you a call? If it’s not too much trouble?”

“Oh is that all? Well, of course, you can. I’d be only too happy to help.” She reached her hand out, and laid it on mine where it rested on the car door. “Do you have my number? No, of course you don’t.” She didn’t let go of my hand, but fumbled around with her other hand until she produced a card. “Here, now ring me if you need help. No, ring me anyway. You can tell me how you’re getting on.”

She gave my fingers a squeeze. “Promise me, alright?”

“Yes, Miss, I promise.”

“Rebecca,” she said.

“Miss Rebecca.”

“No, just Rebecca.” Then let go of my hand, gave me a wave and one of her gorgeous smiles, and drove away.

“Oh my God, she told me to call her Rebecca.” I looked at my hand, still feeling her touch. Shit, I could have wet myself.

Two days quickly passed by. I was itching to phone her, but thought I should wait a few days. Now, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to call.

She must have been sitting close to her phone, because she answered straight away. “It’s me, Jenny,” I said. Then I thought that sounded a bit stupid.

“Hello, Jenny. I wondered whether you would call. What can I do for you?”

That’s odd, I thought. She must know why I was calling. “Well, I wanted to show you something I’m working on. I need some advice.”

There was a long pause. Had she hung up? “Can you just tell me about it, and I’ll see if I can help in any way.”

“Not really, M… I mean, Rebecca. I want you to see it. Can I bring it around to your house?”

Another long pause, like before. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jenny. Perhaps you could post it to me.”

I was crestfallen. “If you say so, Rebecca.” I could have cried. I’d built my hopes up so high. “But I wanted to be there and see you read it. It would mean so much to me. I … er… I think you’ll like it. Oh, please say I can bring it around.”

I prayed while she was thinking. Finally, she spoke. “I shouldn’t, but okay. Can you make it around this afternoon? Say after one.”

“Oh, Rebecca, thank you,” I nearly shouted. “Yes, I’ll be there at one!” 

I checked my stories. Which one should I take? In the end, I picked out two – “Auntie Kate” and “The Mall”.

She looked even more beautiful than ever when she opened the door. “Hello, Jenny. My! Dead-on one.” She looked up and down the street before she stepped back and asked me in.

I followed her to what was obviously her study. There she pointed me towards the sofa before she sat at her desk.

“So, what have you got that it’s so important that I must see?”

For a moment, I pondered, choosing my words. “Rebecca, have you ever heard of Sapphic Delights?”

“I can’t say I have, no. It sounds as though it’s something … well, lesbian.”

“Oh it is. It’s a wonderful website, and I’ve been writing stories to post on there. I used Grammarly to check my spelling and all. The problem is that I only have the basic version. It corrects my spelling and punctuation okay, but then it warns me I have loads of grammatical errors. But without the paid-for version, I don’t know what they are. So you see… ” I trailed off.

“I see. I wondered how you had improved so much. So, you’ve been writing lesbian stories, have you?”

Now I felt uncertain of myself. “Er, yes I have, Rebecca.” I thought I could see her come to a decision.

“Did you bring one with you?”

I handed her “Auntie Kate”. “It’s er… it’s very naughty, M … Rebecca. I hope you don’t mind.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, I loved it when she did that. It was so sexy. Then she began to read. She didn’t pause until it got to, I guessed, the part about Kate’s car. She glanced up at me, but went right back to reading.

Then it got to where Kate and I were inside, and things were getting steamy. I knew that’s what she was up to because I saw her fidget, and her face reddened a bit. But she didn’t stop reading.

When she was finished, her hands were shaking as she stared at the paper in her hand. She looked back up at me. “Jenny, you wrote this? Honestly?”

“Yes, Rebecca,” I muttered.

“But I don’t understand. How do you know all these things? I mean the detail is so graphic. It must mean that you have experienced them.”

I nodded my head, and whispered. “Yes. Oh God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”

“It wasn’t that you just wanted me to help you with this, was it?”

With my eyes glued to the floor, I whispered, “No, Rebecca. I wanted to see you. I know how you look at me, and the way you touch me sometimes. I thought maybe… Oh God, I’m so stupid. I got it all wrong, didn’t I?”

She glanced back at my paper. “I didn’t know people your age wrote stories like this. I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but it’s so bloody hot. And no, you haven’t got it wrong. I’ve been fighting with myself for months, worrying and wondering if I should dare say anything. Now you’re here, and I’m scared again. Just like the Kate in your story. Hold on. I see why you brought this story. You’re trying to tell me something, am I right?”

I knew then she was wavering. She might still send me away. I got up from the sofa and stood in front of her. 

Shyly, I reached out a hand, and my fingers touched her lips. “Rebecca, you don’t need to say anything, I’m here for you. If you want, I’ll go, but I know you don’t want me to.”

Her lips pursed, and she kissed my fingers. She took my hand in hers. “Jenny, I can’t— ”

“Yes, you can.” I leaned down until my lips met hers. Her eyes went as wide as saucers, gazing into mine, but she didn’t kiss me back. Whispering again, “Rebecca, come on,” I said.

With a groan, her eyes closed, and then her lips moved. Oh God, at last, my love was kissing me!

She raised a hand towards my front, but stopped halfway and let it drop again. I grabbed it and pulled it back, pushing it up under my top. My arms went around her neck, pulling her closer.

Her hand moved, ever so slightly, feeling my flesh. Slowly, it inched higher, stopping just below my budding boobs. She clutched at my skin, but she was too scared to go further.

I pulled my face back. “Don’t stop, please. Touch me, Rebecca. I want you to.”

We stared at each other. “Now!” I said. Her hand moved again, and it covered my boob. She glanced at where her hand was hidden, and when she felt my hard nipple, she looked back up.

“Oh, God, so beautiful,” she said. Her fingers pulled at my nipple, and I let out a moan. Her other hand was lifting my top. “May I?” she asked. I reached down to help her, and then the top was over my head.

Her eyes fastened on my front. “Fuck!” she breathed. Then she leaned in until her lips covered one of my boobs. I’ve had my tits sucked loads of times, but now it was my Rebecca, and that made a huge difference. My panties were wet with my longing for her.

I felt for the catch of my skirt, and in a second it dropped to my ankles. She must have felt it go because she pulled back a little, looking down at my little panties. She ran a hand over the material, but suddenly stopped and gasped. “Jenny, you’re dripping wet. God, is that for me?”

“Always. You make me so wet.”

She touched the front of my panties again, feeling the wetness oozing from me. Then she lifted her finger and looked at it, shining in front of her face. She brought it to her lips and tasted it. That was when I knew she was mine. She wouldn’t — she couldn’t — turn me away now.

I slid my hands into my panties and pushed them slowly down. I stopped just as my little slit began to show. She glanced up at me, and she looked hungry. I smiled. I felt so evil. “You want to see? Tell me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, Rebecca?”

Now she smiled, the worry gone from her face. “I want to see your pussy, Jenny. I want to love it.”

My panties fell to the floor, and once more she groaned. “Jenny, I’ve dreamed of this moment. I’ve cried with worry and wanting, but now you’re here, and offering your beautiful jewel to me.” Her face moved in, and she kissed my slit — not just once, but over and over, eagerly, urgently.

She pushed my legs apart and felt the dribble on my inner thigh. “So wet, my God!” Then she was licking the inside of my leg, slowly getting higher, until her mouth was right below my pussy. She looked up. Her tongue rose to my slit. A long slow lick from the bottom up to the top. “Mmm,” she said. 

“Rebecca,” I said, “take your clothes off, too.”

She stood up, then took my hand in hers. “Come with me.”

It was a lovely bedroom, but I really didn’t care. I just wanted to see Rebecca’s naked body. I thought she might put on a show for me, but no. I was barely settled on the bed before she was finished undressing. All I could do was stare open-mouthed at her beauty. My sister, Mary, is gorgeous. Rebecca was the same. Yes, there were differences, but not in the beauty stakes.

She laughed. “Cat got your tongue, has it? And you’re drooling. Well?”

I was almost lost for words. “Oh my fucking God,” was all I could manage.

“Hey, language, Little Miss. Teachers can swear like that, not pupils.” She was laughing again.

“I’m not your pupil now, Rebecca.”

“Oh my, cheeky with it as well.” But she walked over to me, and I pulled her into my arms.

She kissed me with wild abandon, rolling over and bringing me on top. My wildest dreams were coming true.

Her hands gripped my bum, pressing me to her. Her fingers explored between my cheeks, and I lifted slightly, easing them open to her touch. My tight little hole tickled when she probed, and I heard her groan again, this time from deep in her throat.

I pushed a hand between us until I could take hold of her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers., squeezing and pulling. I was instantly rewarded as it stiffened and grew. I was desperate to suck her. I kissed her everywhere on the way, lovingly caressing her neck with my lips and tongue. The swell at the top of her breasts was so soft and warm. My mouth found the nipple. I drew it in between my lips while I screwed my eyes toward her face. She was watching my every move. Lightly, I bit. Her eyes clamped shut and her head tilted back.

Moving down so I could get to her breasts had also slid my pussy down. Our mounds came into contact. I ground into her as soon as I felt her there. She, in turn, ground herself into me. But the touch I really wanted was not there yet. Sis had taught me well, though. I pushed my knee between her thighs and slid my pussy up and down her leg. Feverishly, we began to hump, rubbing our clits together. 

I would have come straight away if I’d continued, but that wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was to eat her out and watch her face while I made her come.

She moaned when I took my thigh away, but just as quickly, she sighed when my fingers went to her pussy, opening her up and moving the petals aside. I didn’t have to spread her hood open. Her clit was already showing. I gave it the slightest touch with my tongue. “Oh, God, yes!” she exclaimed. “Please!”

I drew her clit between my lips, and she surged to meet me. I gave her a firm suck. “Oh fuck!” she said. I held my urges back, softly teasing her, loving her. Her face was all screwed up. Agony? Ecstasy? I wasn’t sure, but it was wonderful to watch.

Now I bunched my fingers, easing gently inside of her hidden love nest. She opened her eyes. “Jenny, oh God, Jenny, fuck me please.” Then she closed them again, and I began to do just that.

Her pussy met my thrusts, and her muscles clenching and releasing over and over. I sensed that she was stuck at one level, climbing higher only very slowly. The desperation on her face was evident.

I curled my fingers, searching, feeling for the one place I hoped she had. Suddenly she squealed and went rigid. I had found it. Gently I probed, and she began to tremble. Her hands snatched at the bed covers, drawing them tightly to her body. Her head thrashed from side to side, and she was shaking, shaking so very hard.

I gave her clit a long hard suck, and she screamed out loud. Her body twitched violently every few seconds, and I could tell that she was having a rolling orgasm, riding it as I drove her on.

Her face contorted one more time, and she simply collapsed. Her body was completely loose. Only her hand moved as she trailed her fingers through my hair.

Her eyes opened when I withdrew my hand. She watched me get to my knees. I raised my hand to my lips and teasingly sucked each finger as provocatively as I could. I saved the last one and, leaning forwards, pushed it between her lips. Her eyes opened wide, but she still sucked on my finger.

She lifted her arms, inviting me to her. When my face was right up to hers, she spoke. “Jenny, God. I never imagined. How did you do that? I wanted you, oh how I wanted you, but that was… I never experienced anything like it.”

“Shh.” I whispered, and put my lips to hers. This was a kiss of beauty, gentle and oh so loving.

We rolled onto our sides and lay there gazing into each other’s eyes. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “That was my first time. With someone else, I mean. You, Jenny, are my first lover, and it was so much more than I could have dreamed. All this time, I’ve been lusting for you. Sometimes I was ashamed of myself because of it, and all the time you knew. You knew I wanted you, but you couldn’t tell me.”

My heart was soaring with happiness. “Rebecca, I’ve loved you for ages. But I didn’t know how you felt — until I got your note.”

She kissed me again then said. “It’s my turn now. Let me love you.”

The End

***

The more I read, the more turned on I got. I put the story down for a moment and stripped off my skirt and knickers. There was no way that I could read any more without touching myself. I got to the end before I had climaxed, so I started over from the beginning. It was so erotic, so divinely hot, and soon I was coming.

For a second I worried about the sofa. I was so wet I knew I must be making a mess. Oh, sod the fucking sofa. There was no way I could stop. My Jenny was talking to me, and I did so need her right now.

I had never felt so satisfied, happily dreaming about Jenny and what she had written. I loved the bloody little genius, and now she was offering herself to me. Well, maybe not offering. Maybe she was demanding that I become her lover, consequences be damned.

Then I saw another small piece of paper. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was a phone number.

I sat for more than an hour, picking up the phone and then putting it down, over and over. Then suddenly, it was ringing, vibrating in my hand. “Unknown Caller,” the screen told me. I almost clicked it off, but some sixth sense told me not to. Hesitantly, I said, “Hello, may I help you?”

There was no answer, I was about to turn it off, when I heard the quiet and shaky voice. “Miss Rebecca, will you talk to me please?”

“Is that you, Jenny? What can I do for you?” What a stupid question, I thought.

“Did you read my story? I know I shouldn’t have sent it. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

She was crying. I couldn’t bear the sound of it. My heart melted.

“Jenny, I’m shocked. Your story is very graphic, but it’s also … so beautiful. Is it really how you think of me? I mean, of us?”

There was a long silence. “Jenny, are you still there? Speak to me, don’t be scared.”

She began to talk, slowly at first, then gradually gaining confidence. “Miss — may I call you Rebecca? Rebecca, I love you. I have for so long, and you never noticed. I had to make you notice, and then when you did, I got scared. I didn’t want to get you into trouble, so I stopped. But I missed you so badly. I saw the way you wanted me. I wrote that story ages ago.”

She paused, and I almost spoke, but she began again. “I know all about sex, and I want to do it with you. Please tell me it’s what you want, too.”

For the briefest of seconds, I hesitated, but then I answered. “Jenny, you know I want you. What you don’t know is just how much. God, I’ve been in hell since you stopped flirting with me. I love you so much more than you could possibly know. Somehow, I’m going to find a way so I can show you. Will you let me?”

“Oh my God, Rebecca, I’m so happy. Will you… let’s play with ourselves while we talk. I want to come with you right now.”

“Can I tell you something, Jenny? I just did have the most wonderful come when I read your story, but yes, I can come again while we talk. Just one question — are you really going to do to me what you say in your story? Do you really want to suck my pussy?”

It was a new and confident Jenny who spoke to me now. “Rebecca, yes I’m going lick your pussy, and I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. It’s all I think about — ever since I first saw you. I just wanted to find out how to make it happen. Now I think I have… I have, haven’t I?”

“Jenny, stop talking so much. How many fingers have you got in your pussy right now? Oh, fuck Jenny, I’m going to come already. Please come with me. God, I’m coming!”

Afterward, I pondered for ages. Did I really want to take this further? And if so, how could I do it safely? I had to be careful, if only for Jenny’s sake. Yes, she could come to my home, but only once or twice. Any more than that, and we’d draw the attention of some nosey-parker.

Her story had inflamed me. It made me realise Jenny wasn’t just a schoolgirl playing games. She certainly wrote like someone who knew about sex — far more than I did. God knows where she had learned it all, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted her to teach me. In fact, I longed for her to teach me. She was becoming my every waking thought. My pussy was in a constant and wet state of arousal.

What if I booked a room in a city hotel? That could work, but then I thought, maybe it would seem a bit sleazy, and I wanted it to be so nice for her.

Could I take her away for the weekend? How would she possibly be able to get her mother to agree to that, what reason could she give that would be acceptable? No, that was a non-starter.

Of course, it was Jenny who solved the problem. She rang to say that she and her sister, Mary, were going on a picnic outing, and could I join them? I had met Mary once at a parents’ evening, but clearly, Jenny was saying something more. The suggestion was that Mary would be an accomplice in our liaison. I wasn’t about to say no.

Then I thought, could it be? No, surely not — had Jenny picked up her sexual experience from her own sister? I didn’t want to dwell on the thought, but if it helped me and Jenny to get together, I wasn’t about to question it.

I parked my car where Jenny had suggested, then followed the pathway on foot. I hadn’t realised that this place even existed — an oasis of beauty hidden away from all but the very few who bothered to look for it. I had no idea where I was headed. I simply followed the path as it went down through the trees and glades.

It was Mary I saw first, holding hands with a beautiful young girl I didn’t recognise. Then, out of nowhere, Jenny came flying at me. “Rebecca, you came!” Her arms were about me, pulling me tightly to her as she beamed that smile into my face. “I knew you would, and here you are.” Her look was a mixture of relief and joy. She saw me glance at Mary and her friend. “Oh, don’t you worry about them. Just kiss me. I’ve wanted it for so long.”

I looked down at her, my dream in my arms, and yet now I was suddenly frightened again. She saw my worry, my hesitation at finally crossing that line. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t let it worry you. You know you want to.”

I saw her lips slowly lifting up to mine. My desires took over, and I surrendered to her. Our lips met. Softly at first, that first exploration. Then passion took over, and we kissed for real. I simply melted. Her mouth was so experienced, yet so hungry, that my doubts evaporated.

When eventually I opened my eyes and pulled back, I realised Mary and the strange girl were watching us. I was embarrassed, a twenty-eight-year old woman kissing a girl aged only twelve, and in front of witnesses. But I saw Mary’s smile, and then the other girl spoke. “Oh my God, that was just so sexy,” she said. “I’ve never seen Jenny being kissed by anyone but Mary or me, and you’re so beautiful. So, at last, you’re Rebecca. I can see why Jenny has the hots for you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I felt myself flushing as I glanced at the three of them, two youngsters and an eighteen-year-old. Mary seemed to sense my discomfort. “Rebecca, this is Jenny’s best friend, Katie, and she’s my girlfriend,” she said. “I’m so glad you came. Jenny has been a total bloody pain in the arse worrying whether you would. But you’re here now. Please relax. We want you here. Forget who and what you are. Just be Jenny’s girlfriend.”

Mary and Katie took hold of each other’s hands again and walked off down the pathway. I turned and saw Jenny looking at me pleadingly. “Please, Rebecca, you’re here now. That means you wanted to be, and I’m here for you.” She held out her hand. For a second more I hesitated, and then I reached out and our fingers entwined. We turned and followed the other two.

My worries were suddenly gone. I felt light-headed, feeling her hand in mine. Happiness flooded through me. I stopped walking and pulled her back. “Kiss me again,” I said, “just to show me this is real.”

Never before had I ever been kissed like that, with such skill, her tongue delving between my lips. It drove me mad with desire. I wanted to rip her clothes off right there, but she stopped my hands as they pawed at her. “Not yet, you’ll see,” she said, and she pulled out of our embrace. “Come on … my love.”

I allowed myself to be dragged along. “My love,” she’d called me.

From behind, I almost couldn’t believe that she was only twelve. Her legs were long, but they weren’t thin and gawky. In fact, they were more shapely than my own. Then I was looking at her shorts-clad arse, the way her cheeks rotated and her hips wiggled as she walked. It wasn’t put on. It was simply natural, and so damned sexy.

The whole time we walked, Jenny chattered in a way I had never heard from her before. She had always held herself aloof from all the other bubbly, giggly girls, acting more like a grown-up. But today she was one of the gigglers, just like her peers. Her obvious delight at my being here was infectious, and so lovely to hear.

Then Mary broke away from the path, pushing her way through the undergrowth. Jenny and I, following, came to a small glade, a gap in the trees where the sun broke through, where there were wildflowers and soft grass. It was enchanting.

Jenny turned to face me. “So, here we are. What do you think of our secret place?”

Mary spread two blankets as I looked about. “Oh Jenny, well, it’s… well, it’s wonderful.”

We unpacked Mary’s picnic hamper and the bag I’d brought — sandwiches, cheeses, chicken drumsticks, crisps, and of course the wine.

Nervously, I sat down on one blanket, not quite sure what to do or what was expected of me. I was hungry, but my stomach was churning. Jenny kneeled down next to me. “Rebecca, please try and relax. You’re so tense. You don’t need to be. I’m here for you, and it’s what you want. At last, we’re together.” Then she glanced at the other two. “Oh, I know what it is. Well, don’t worry about them. You’ll see.”

Katie gave Jenny a wink and a sly grin before she turned to Mary. “Come here, you,” she said. “You haven’t kissed me yet.”

I’d never seen two girls kiss. Did I say “kiss”? This was so completely sexual, their lips moving together, their mouths opening, devouring each other. And their hands? So quickly exploring, touching each other everywhere.

And, oh my God, they were undressing as they went. I thought I shouldn’t be watching like this, but I couldn’t look away. Their tops were gone, tossed aside. Katie wasn’t wearing a bra, but Mary was, though it wasn’t much of one. Katie eased the straps down her arms until it fell away from Mary’s breasts, and then a beautiful pair of boobs was flattened against Katie’s small buds as they embraced.

I nearly jumped as I felt the contact. Jenny had come behind me. It was her lips on my neck, and then she whispered in my ear. “Does that turn you on?” Her hands came around front, cupping my breasts, and squeezing gently. “Love me, Rebecca. Please.”

I groaned as I turned my head, searching for her lips. Slowly she eased me back as we kissed, and then her body was on top of mine. My little angel was really in my arms at last, her body pressed to mine. I felt her warmth on me as my fingers drifted through her beautiful long hair. How often I had admired it! Now she was here, and I was clasping her to me.

Her kisses and the touch of her hands aroused such wonderful feelings. How long had I dreamed about this moment? And yet. I wanted us to be alone. How could I show my love freely in front of Mary and Katie?

Once more, Jenny sensed my hesitation.. “Rebecca, look at them, watch them. They’re so into each other. They don’t care if we see them. Why should we be any different?”

And I did watch. God, I’d never seen the like. I’d never watched porn, and I had no experience of my own. But those two — their hands exploring, groping, their passion so clearly building. Katie arched her back, and just as I thought, “Fuck she’s going to come,” she began to shake, slowly at first. Then she went mad, and she cried out. The thought that a twelve-year-old could come so hard made me look back at Jenny.

“Do you come like that?” I asked.

“Why don’t you find out?” she said.

Her lips descended on mine once more. I knew already that I loved her kisses — tender one moment, passionate the next — and I didn’t resist when she plucked at my clothes. Her hand found its way in and over my tits. She very deftly lifted and pushed my bra up, and then, at last, she was squeezing my naked breast.

I had caressed them myself many times, but now it was the young girl I adored who was touching me, her expert fingers arousing new feelings of sheer pleasure. My nipples grew stiff and erect, and I forgot my shyness, reaching down to pull my top free. Jenny saw what I was trying to do and sat up on her knees. She had her own top off even as I was still struggling. For a moment I stopped, my eyes glued to her budding breasts, the little beauties I had waited to see for so long.

Finally, my bra came off with my top, and Jenny smiled down at me. “Fuck,” she said. “You have great tits.”

She reached for them, but before she could take hold, I grabbed her and rolled her off me onto her back. She lay there, grinning up at me. “That’s nice,” she said. “Do what you want.”

Self-consciously, I put a hand to one of her little tits, softly caressing it, watching the pink circle harden and crinkle. I lowered my head, and she gave a little jump at the first contact of my lips. “Yes,” she said quietly. Then I had her in my mouth, sucking my young lover’s nipple.

I felt her pushing her hand between us. Naturally, I thought she was going to touch me there. But instead, I felt her fumbling and realised she was unfastening her shorts and trying to push them down her legs. Without any thought, I helped her pull them  partway down. Then she took my hand and drew it between her legs. That’s when I found she wasn’t wearing panties. My hand went straight onto her hot, damp slit.

“Play with my pussy,” she demanded. “God, I want it so much!”

I had to look. I had only seen it from afar, watching in delight and frustration as she’d matrubated under her desk. I wanted to see my own fingers touch her there and open her up. I eased myself further down her body and marvelled as I traced a finger along her slit. She smiled and blew me a kiss when I glanced up for a moment, and I went back to admiring her sex.

I pressed lightly, and my finger sank into her. Until that moment, I hadn’t realised just how wet she was. I went in so easily, searching for, and finding, her vagina, penetrating her warmth. I couldn’t believe it: I was exploring my baby’s pussy. Then I felt her pushing up, pressing against my touch. “Fuck me,” she said. “Don’t be gentle. Use all your fingers.”

The words would have shocked me before, but now they just inflamed my desire. Her hands came down, and her fingers spread her lips. She was about to show me her clit. And there it was, larger than I expected. Actually, it was bigger than my own.

She was expecting me to do something — something I’d never done and wasn’t sure I knew how to do. But, taking a deep breath, I bent my head over her, pausing for a moment as I got close. The thick scent made me dizzy. God, it was beautiful. I leaned in and kissed her, right on her bud. She squirmed and mewed with pleasure. My lips parted, and I savoured her taste. Not very different from my own, though much stronger.

I only had a vague idea of what I was doing, but my instincts told me to keep fucking her pussy whilst my lips and tongue played with her clit. Her hips had begun a rolling motion, and I moved with her, timing my licks and thrusts.

Absorbed as I was, I heard Mary give a slowly building wail. Jenny reached out to her, and they held hands. Jenny’s body stiffened, and she clutched my head as she lifted her bum off the ground.

Her moan was music to my ears. My wonderful young love was about to come, and I was the one bringing her to it. The moan became a squeal that ended in my name: “Rebecca! — Oh shit it’s so damn fucking good!” She screamed my name again and began to shake. Her body fell back to the ground as her knees came up and my head was in her vise-like grip as she came and came.

Her legs fell away, and the hand tangled in my hair released its grip. My jaw was stiff. I rubbed it, looking up at her in awe. Such a magnificent climax, I thought, as I crawled up to cuddle her. Her face was a picture of happiness. I kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love you, baby.”

She only half opened her eyes. “I know you do, and I love you. I have for so long.”

I sensed the eyes upon us, then saw both Mary and Katie with huge grins on their faces. “You know you’re part of the family now?” said Mary. She moved towards us and began to unfasten my skirt.

“Mary, what are you doing?”

“Just getting you ready for Jenny, that’s all. Because it’s your turn now, and besides, I’ve been waiting to see your ass.”

I felt myself turning red, my cheeks burning, but I looked at Jenny when I felt her hands on my breasts. Suddenly I didn’t care who saw, whether they watched or not. I just wanted my Jenny to love me.

For a while, I was aware that they were watching, but then they turned back to each other, as Jenny made the most beautiful love to me. She knew how to take me to heights of passion and hold me there, driving me mad for release, yet keeping it just out of reach.

I was ready to beg for her to stop, when she suddenly moved up a gear. My climax was almost instantaneous, earth-shattering in its intensity. I had no idea that I could feel this way as the orgasms came, one on top of the other. I had read that some women see stars or flashes of light. I saw it all and more.

I was spent, and yet filled with such wonder. My angel was the supreme mistress in the art of lovemaking, and twelve bloody years old! It was as true as it was unbelievable.

For a while, all I could do was hold her in my arms, until she whispered. “Are you hungry yet?”

We ate our picnic lunch and drank some wine, all of us naked. I could feel the bond that now existed between the four of us. So it was with no shyness or reserve that I joined Jenny again when she asked if I wanted dessert. She showed me ways of making love that I had never imagined. I wasn’t even shocked when she first touched my tight rosebud before she kissed me there, and her tongue aroused such lewd thoughts and feelings that I returned the favour without conscious thought.

***

When I got home after a somewhat shaky drive, I poured myself a stiff brandy, and sat and pondered on the day. I imagined I could still feel her touch. My body was still tingling. God, I wanted her again.

My phone rang, breaking into my thoughts. It was her. “Are you thinking about me, sexy?” she asked.

“Jenny, you can’t begin to know what I’m feeling right now.”

“Well, I hope it’s your lovely pussy that you’re feeling. I’m feeling mine.” I was searching for the right answer, but she wasn’t finished. “Rebecca, a serious question. Are you okay with what happened? No regrets?”

I gasped. “Regrets! Oh my God no, Jenny. I’m so very, very happy.”

“So, you want to see me again, and I don’t mean in class?”

“Tomorrow, same time, same place?” I answered.

“Oh, yes, please.” She paused a moment before adding, “Just you and me this time.”

The End

Go here for a guide to the women and girls who populate “Sweet Poppy.” To get a thumbnail summary of the plot, please check out the Chapter Links.

by Joe Dornish

After Emma drove me back home, dropping me off with a hot kiss and a cheerful “See you tonight!” I raced inside to find Mum and Lilly waiting.

“So what happened? Tell us everything!” Lilly demanded, bouncing in place.

So I filled them in about the totally awesome sex I’d had an hour earlier with Emma’s sister Chrissie and her twin daughters. Mum said she couldn’t wait to meet little Lola and Lexi, which I knew meant she was desperate to fuck them. I knew she would feel that way, ‘cos girls that age really turn my Mum on… and the idea of sex with identical five-year-old twins had to be driving her crazy with lust. I made a mental note to try and get her into bed with them as soon as I could that evening.

I’d been thinking about Mum’s love of especially young girls. I knew she had sex with Lilly as often as with me, maybe even more. And Evie came over at least once or twice a week, where she’d make love in the afternoon with my sister, then spend the night with Mum. Lilly was totally okay about sharing her girlfriend with our mother, especially since she usually spent those nights in my bed. And every now and then, all four of us would have a sleepover in Mum’s room, where we’d fuck until everyone passed out.

Wanting to chat with Mum, I went into the kitchen where she was ironing clothes.

“Can I ask something, please?”

She smiled at me. “Of course, sweetie.”

“You have a big thing for Evie, right.”

“Yes,” she said, folding a shirt, then reaching for another.

“Is that your favourite age?” Then I realised what she was probably going to say, so I quickly added, “I know you like all girls and women, and each one is beautiful in their own way… but I was just wondering about, y’know, the way you feel about little girls.”

“Well…” She put the iron down, and a gush of steam came blowing out. “I suppose I am especially into the little ones… Evie’s age, yes, perhaps a couple of years younger, even. It depends on the girl, though.”

“I don’t follow.”

“As you rightly say, all children are lovely, but that doesn’t mean I have sexual feelings for every little girl I see. Look, I’m a lesbian, you know that. But that doesn’t mean I’m attracted to all women… just as I’m sure you’re not interested in every single girl at your school. Though I have to admit that quite a few girls around four, five or six have what it takes to get my knickers damp.”

“Is there an age that’s too young for you to like that way?”

“Until recently, I would’ve said that a child needs to understand what they are doing, enough so they can consent to it. She should be able to stop whenever she likes, and understand the importance of keeping secrets. That’s a lot for a young mind to take in, too much for children under four.” She paused, then shrugged. “At least that’s what I thought. But when you hear Kiki talk about Henri… well, it makes you think.”

“What did Kiki say, then?”

“In a nutshell, Henri went straight from nursing at Kiki’s breast to playing with her pussy – even licking it. Nothing Kiki could do would stop the child from going for her cunt, even before she could walk or talk. Baby Henri loved to touch herself, too… even more than playing with her toys.

“Mind you, Kiki did nothing to encourage that kind of behaviour. In fact, it was a couple of years before she got the courage to admit to herself it was okay and healthy. And by that time, they were lovers.”

Needless to say, I was hugely impressed. “Wow, that’s so cool. Little Henrietta was a lesbian, even as a baby!”

“Pretty much. Henri is a normal fourteen-year-old in every other way. Don’t forget, she’s been having proper sex since she was three or four. It’s the only way of life she knows. Henri’s had far more sex than I have, by a long shot.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely. And she’s our Mad Eleven sister, so I know she won’t mind me telling you this.”

Mum loved referring to everyone in our little club that way. I liked it too, the idea of being sisters with all these beautiful women and girls. She was right, too: there were no secrets in the Mad Eleven because, well, what deeper secret could there be than having sex with your own children?

“By the time she was about ten, Henri had become a very experienced lover. Lesbian lover, that is. To my knowledge, she’s never been near a boy… but who knows, that could change.”

“I doubt that,” I said. “Boys are always sniffing after her, but she can’t be bothered. I mean, there’s this one fella that other girls are always crushing on… he kept asking Henri out, and she finally told him to sod off! So, um, what was Henri like when she was younger?”

Well, Kiki tells me it was always Henri who pushed the boundaries and thought of new things for them to do. Apparently, she went through a phase of wanting sex outdoors.”

“Hmmm… now that sounds like a lot of fun.”

“I thought you might say that. Anyway, they nearly got caught fucking in a car park. That put them off public sex – for a while, anyhow.” She laughed, shaking her head. “When I first had sex with Henri, I couldn’t believe how experienced she was! This cute butter-wouldn’t-melt girl fucked me absolutely senseless. She was twelve then, nearly thirteen.”

Mum paused for a second to take a sip of water while I waited impatiently to hear more. I love these stories; they’re far better than any silly soap opera.

“When I started seeing Kiki regularly, Henri was getting especially adventurous, coming up with all sorts of new ideas for things she wanted to try.”

“Like what?” I asked eagerly.

“At first, it was just new positions and toys and stuff like that. But then… well, Henri’s tastes can be a little full-on, honestly.”

“Yeah, you’ve lost me, Mum.”

She sighed deeply, “Sweetie, this is super personal stuff. Perhaps I should let Henri tell you about what she likes. I’m a bit concerned that you’re too young for some of this.”

“Oh, Mum… can’t you tell me anything? You know Henri will if I ask her, right?”

“I’m not sure she would, Poppy, but you can try her out if you like.” She thought for a moment, then said,  “Fine. One thing she enjoys is roleplay.”

“What’s that, then?”

“It’s like a game where you pretend to be someone different. A bit like when kids play mums and dads, but sexual.”

“So… like make-believe?”

“Sort of.”

“But that doesn’t seem like it would be, y’know, especially wild. Sounds like fun to me!”

“It is fun, for sure. But sometimes when adults pretend to be other people, it can be a bit scary if you don’t know what’s going on. Young kids might think it’s real and not pretend, even if you tell them it is.”

“What kind of stuff is scary, though? That’s the bit I don’t understand.”

Mum shook her head. “You’re too clever for me, Poppy. If I tell you about one thing, and one thing only, will you promise to leave it there? For now, at least.”

“Well, I guess… but if it’s silly, the promise doesn’t count, agreed?” I extended my hand.

Mum laughed and shook it. “Agreed. Here it is. Henri likes to pretend she’s done something especially wicked, and then she wants to be spanked for it.”

That threw me. I could only stare.

“I can see your mind going at a hundred miles an hour, sweetie. Come on, ask away.”

“Erm, why?”

“Ha! I can trust you to always ask the right question. You’ll make a good barrister one day. Believe it or not, spanking can feel very nice. It’s as much a mental thing as a physical one. Have you ever fancied a teacher, even when she’s telling you off?”

I giggled. “Um, yeah, sort of.”

“It’s sort of like that, really. When you’re older, you’ll understand it better… but for the foreseeable future, that kind of thing is strictly out of bounds for you.”

I had no idea what ‘that sort of stuff’ was – other than spanking, which didn’t sound like fun at all.

“Yeah… it’s okay, Mum. Honestly, I’m not sure I want to know anymore. Um, there is one other thing I wanted to ask. It’s about Chrissie.”

“What’s that, then?”

Mum seemed genuinely interested when we spoke about stuff like this. I never got that feeling of being fobbed off or patronised by her. She was as much a friend to me and Lilly as she was a mother – or a lover.

“When I was with Chrissie and the twins, it seemed to me that Chrissie didn’t want to use the word ‘child’. She sort of hesitated before she said it.”

“Was it in a sexual context?”

“Yes.”

Mum nodded thoughtfully. “Emma told me about Chrissie and the twins when we arranged your visit to see them. Here’s the thing: she’s not been having sex with her daughters for very long. She’s fine with letting them be intimate with each other, but really struggled with the desire to make love to them herself.”

“She sure seemed happy about doing stuff with them today, though,” I pointed out. “And the girls, they totally loved it!”

“Sweetie, it’s not always easy for a woman to come to terms with… with liking little girls that way. It’s even harder to do something about it. And when the child you fancy is your own daughter, well, it can lead to some very confused feelings.”

Mum’s tone had changed. Now she wasn’t looking at me… just staring at the wall.

I took her hand in mine, “Mummy, you know Lilly and I love you to the ends of the earth. You’re the best mum ever. We’re both so, so happy right now. Know why? Because you were brave enough to take that first step, to help us become your lovers.”

Mum started crying, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. Wiping her tears away was useless, they just kept coming.

“Sweet Poppy,” she sobbed as I held her.

Once she’d calmed down and blown her nose, Mum said she needed to hear that, then told me I have a way with words. I’m not sure what she meant. All I do is say what I feel, really.

Shortly after that, Lilly came downstairs asking about lunch. Mum made us sandwiches, then she took me and Lilly upstairs for ‘birthday sex’, which meant whatever I wanted. Mind you, I did want to take a nap and get rested up before the party, but I wasn’t about to turn down sex with Mum and Lily. I wasn’t that tired!

So the three of us stripped off and got down to it. I had Mum and Lilly fuck me the way I wanted, one of them licking my pussy while the other ate my bum, and had an amazing orgasm. Then Lilly and I teamed up on our mother and had our way with her until she came buckets. I noticed how confident Lilly has become with anything to do with sex; she’s quite the little lover now (says me, the lesbian expert).

After we’d had our fill of fun, Lilly and I snuggled up and fell asleep together, while Mum went back downstairs… to finish getting stuff ready for that night, I guess. She gently woke us both up just before five o’clock. When she told me I only had an hour and a half to get ready, it all became very real, and I was bubbling over with nervous energy. After what seemed like years of waiting, my birthday sexfest was about to happen!

After a shower, I put on some music and did my hair. Mum came in as I was nearly finished. Her hair and makeup were done, but she was still naked. She was wearing a bit more makeup than normal, and bright red lipstick that matched her nails. God, she looked positively delicious. I wanted to kiss her, but forced myself to stay focused.

She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Need some help getting ready, sweetie?”

“Yes, please,” I answered, making a face at my reflection. “I can’t decide. Hair up or down?”

“Either looks good, but if it’s up it’ll stay out of the way when you’re having sex. Here, this is the invitation Kiki sent to everyone. I thought you’d like to see it.”

She handed me a black envelope with the invitation inside. The fancy gold lettering stood out against the black card.

 

The Mad Eleven request the pleasure of your company for the birthday celebrations of

Miss Poppy Webb

The theme is ‘Dare to Bare’!

Wear your sexy best!

But be warned, we’ll be going out in public!

Please arrive no later than 6:30, for cocktails and lots of fun and games!

 

On the back were Kiki’s address and contact details.

“Dare to bare? What’s that mean?” I asked.

“It means, daughter dearest, we’re going out dressed like a bunch of tarts. That’s all I can tell you.”

That did nothing to calm my growing anxiety, but I tried not to let it show. “What are you wearing, then?”

Mum gave me a smile that made my heart flutter. “Not much, believe me. You’ll see it before we go.”

I wanted to ask more questions, but decided it was best to get ready instead. I was glad to have accepted Mum’s help, as the straps and hooks on my lingerie were fiddly and needed adjusting.

I was just about to step into the knickers, but Mum shook her head. “Put those on over the suspender belt, love. If you wear them underneath, you won’t be able to take them off without undoing everything.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Thanks!”

We put the suspender belt on, fixed the straps to the right height, then Mum had me sit on the bed. One at a time, she rolled each silky smooth stocking up my leg to the top of the thigh and attached them to the straps dangling from the belt. It was incredibly sexy, having my naked mother dress me in such skimpy underthings.

Standing up, I needed a bit more adjusting, but was pleased that everything fit so nicely. The stockings were soft and sheer, so much nicer than my usual ones. Next, I put on the black lace shorts, arranging them so the pearl string hung right over my slit. The shorts sat on what little hips I have, feeling nice and snug. The choker with the chains went on next. I loved how the thin gold chains fell down my chest and went around to my back.

Mum did my makeup for me. Lilly and I had painted each other’s toes and fingernails bright red the night before, so that was taken care of. Mum put more make-up on me than usual, using lipstick that matched my nails, a touch of liner around the eyes, even a hint of mascara.

I got into my little black dress, brushed my hair again, then let Mum put it up in a bun for me. I slipped into my heels and paraded up and down.

“My God… you look stunning,” Mum said, resting a hand on her chest.

Gazing into the mirror, I took stock of myself. I looked older, maybe thirteen or so, dressed in a way that was completely inappropriate to be seen in public. My dress was so tight you could practically see the line of my slit through it, and the hem barely covered the tops of my stockings. The scoop neckline showed a hint of the gold chains that were also slightly visible through the dress.

I smiled at my mother’s reflection, “I think I’ve got the slutty bit sorted out, Mum. I won’t be able to bend over without flashing everyone!”

She laughed. “I think we’re all in the same boat there, sweetie. Christ, you look hot. If we had time, I’d fuck you silly right now.”

“Pity we’ve not got the time.”

“A pity indeed. Come on, let’s get your sister ready.”

Lilly was playing in her room. She was amazed at how grown-up I looked and said I was “totally the sexiest birthday girl ever!” She got a big kiss for that, then had to wipe my lipstick off her cheek. Funny, but since we’ve been fucking, my sister and I have got on brilliantly. If Mia wasn’t my girlfriend, I think Lilly would be my next choice.

Compared to Lilly, I was dressed rather conservatively. She wore the tiniest pair of shorts I’d ever seen. Mum called them ‘hot pants.’ They were bright gold and about three sizes too small for Lilly, by the look of it. They were too tight to wear knickers underneath and hugged her pussy so closely you could see the groove of her slit. Half her bum was exposed, too. On her upper half, she had a skimpy gold vest covered in sequins with thin spaghetti straps.

Mum held up a pair of strappy gold kitten heels. I helped Lilly put them on and she strutted about for us. She wobbled a bit at first, but took to them soon enough. “Where’d you find these, Mum?”

“I got them from that place that sells your ballet outfits. They’re dancing shoes, like the ones they wear on Strictly.”

I had to applaud. She was positively yummy! “Wow, Lils, sexy stuff! You look great.”

“Thanks! Now you, Mummy. Show Poppy your dress.” Lilly turned to me, grinning. “Wait till you see this!”

From the back of her wardrobe, Mum pulled out a dress I’d never seen before. It still had the clear plastic dry cleaner bag protecting it. Mum pulled that off and held up a red halterneck dress that looked even smaller than mine.

“Would you believe I got this over fifteen years ago, when I went to Ibiza? I planned to wear it clubbing, but chickened out. In fact, I’ve never worn it. I’ve put on a lot of weight since then, so I’m having second thoughts now.”

“Oh, pish posh, Mum. You’re still a major hottie. Now put it on, let us see you in it!”

She wriggled into the dress, then put on a pair of tall red heels. Nothing underneath, of course. I hadn’t realised the entire back was cut out so low you could see the top of her bum crack. It was skin-tight, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the hem? Well, short doesn’t cover it. In fact, that dress didn’t cover much of anything.

Mum tugged it down far as it would go, then studied herself in the mirror she said, “I think my minge is showing.”

Lilly giggled. “No, it’s covered up, Mum… but only just.”

“Well, I’ve got nothing else that I can wear, so it’ll have to do.”

“Have to do? Mum, I don’t think you realise how much you’re turning me on right now,” I told her.

Without warning, Lilly thrust a hand under my dress and felt my pussy. “She’s not lying, Mum, those pearls are all wet.”

Mum and I burst into laughter “What? She is wet!” Lilly protested.

“We had better get going,” Mum announced, reaching for her handbag. Come along girls, we’ve got one hell of a night ahead of us!” She led the way downstairs, and we dutifully followed.

Looking at the outrageous way we were dressed, I was having a hard time believing we were going out in public, but that’s what the invitation said. As the car pulled off I was nervous… but also utterly thrilled.

***

By the time we got to Kiki’s, I was in an excited tizzy, my tummy doing somersaults. Kiki opened the door and made a big fuss over me with lots of birthday kisses.

As I expected, she’d gone all out on her ensemble for the evening. Her dress, if you could call it that, was black and made of completely see-through fabric, like a stocking that covered her body. Underneath was a tiny g-string and a lace bra that failed to conceal her nipples. Her outfit was completed by a pair of black Christian Louboutin stilettos and a gold necklace.

As we entered, everyone clapped and cheered and shouted “Happy Birthday!” I was covered in kisses and drowned in hugs. We were the last to arrive. The whole Mad Eleven was there, plus Chrissie with those adorable little girls Lola and Lexi.

There was one person I hadn’t met, though. A girl who I’d guess was in her late teens, with jet-black hair, smouldering dark eyes and a curvy, hourglass figure. She was wearing a thin, dark green silk dress with black lace around the top and bottom. It was short and flimsy and her ample breasts jiggled nicely under the thin material. Then I realised that it wasn’t a dress, but a negligee!

Nicole saw me looking at the stranger and came over to introduce us. Nicole, by the way, was falling out of a little black dress about the same size and fit as my mummy’s and her legs were sheathed in sheer tan stockings.

“Poppy, I’d like you to meet Celeste.”

We said hello and she kissed my cheek – then kissed the other one, which threw me a bit. We almost bashed noses!

“I am sorry, ma chérie. In France, we kiss both cheeks,” she said in the world’s sexist accent.

Then it hit me. Celeste was the French au pair who stayed with Mia’s family for a while. I remember Mia telling me how everyone in the family had made love with her. Gosh, I was smitten straight away, and found myself hoping I’d get the chance to have sex with her later.

“Erm, that’s fine,” I told her. “I mean, more kissing is always better, right?” That made everyone laugh.

Moving across the room, Henri handed me a drink. “Here, this is for you, love. Mind you, there’s only a little bit of booze in there.”

It was red, had lots of fruit and a cute little umbrella in it, and tasted just like fruit juice. I wondered if there was any alcohol in there at all. Henri was wearing a tiny checked mini-skirt with a bra top and heels. That was it.

“You look stunning,” she said, caressing my bottom.

“Thanks, so do you,” I replied. “In fact, everyone looks brilliant.” They did, too. A roomful of beautiful women and girls, all dressed in their skimpiest, naughtiest things and ready to play.

There were too many people to tell you what everyone was wearing… this story would go on forever! A few did stand out, though. Just like my little sister, Evie, Lola and Lexi all wore hot pants. The twins were in black and white but opposite – so one had a white top and black shorts, while the other was reversed. Evie had on blue shorts and a red top. They all wore those cute little kitten heels.

Emma was in a mini dress with a high neckline and long sleeves with see-through mesh across the front that just missed exposing her vagina and breasts, but enough was revealed to make it clear she was nude underneath. But Mia… gosh, I nearly fainted at the sight of her! She was wearing a tight dress similar to mine, but in white. Underneath she had on white hold-ups, but her dress didn’t cover the lace tops, she left them on full show. White heels, a pearl necklace and stunning make-up finished off the look. She came over when the fuss of my arrival had died down and we kissed passionately.

“I love you,” I told her, loud enough for the others to hear, and they all went “Aww…”

Mia blushed and handed me a small envelope. “Happy birthday,” she told me with a shy smile.

I opened the envelope and read the card. It was very sweet, one she’d made herself with little hearts drawn everywhere. There was another small envelope inside. I opened it, and out fell a card that said, Valid for one navel piercing.

Mis saw the look of confusion on my face. “Our mums said we can have belly button piercings! We’re going to get them done together, next week!”

I felt myself light up inside. “You’re kidding me! Really?”

Mum was standing beside me, “Nope, we’re not. I’ve found a place that’s very nice, one where they won’t ask questions about your age.”

I was taken aback – what an amazing gift! Hugging Mia again, I whispered how grateful I was. She knew I desperately wanted to have my navel pierced. I’d nagged my mum for ages about it. Mia told me later that she and her little sister worked together to persuade Mum. I can only imagine what that involved!

Kiki came over to me holding a medium-sized present, with Henri next to her holding a smaller one. Kiki raised a hand, and everyone fell silent to hear her speak.

“First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for coming, then let all of you know how goddamned sexy you all look! Well done, ladies, you’ve outdone yourselves.” There was a round of applause and cheering and Henri did a loud wolf whistle. The atmosphere was electric, with everyone excited about what was to come.

“Tonight, our fledgling Mad Eleven club has some very special guests in attendance. There’s Celeste, and Chrissie with her beautiful twins Lola and Lexi. Welcome, ladies!”

Everyone clapped again. The twins got shy and hid their faces against their mummy’s legs.

“We are here,” Kiki continued, “to celebrate the eleventh birthday of a very special young lady, our very own sweet Poppy.”

The cheering and applause were loud and went on for ages, along with lots of wolf whistles. Nicole shouted “Our very sexy Poppy, you mean!” I felt myself blush, but blew everyone kisses.

Kiki resumed. “Like many women and girls around the world, we all appreciate the delights of lesbian sex. However, we’ve found that there’s an extra special bond that takes place when mothers, daughters and sisters come together to make love. We also understand that one can experience and enjoy sex even as a child… and when women and little girls come together as lovers, it’s especially delicious!”

There was lots of clapping with everyone nodding in agreement – especially Mum, who seemed on the verge of joyful tears.

“Children become curious about such things whenever they’re ready to, not when some law says they should!” Kiki declared. “There’s no shame in accepting the precious love and affection a child can offer. Whether you’re six or sixty, you are ready when you are ready!”

We all cheered, and Nicole shouted, “Well, I’m ready!” which made everyone laugh.

Kiki turned to me. “I think it’s safe to say that without Poppy, there would be no Mad Eleven club… and we’d not be here tonight. We owe a debt to this young lady.” Holding her cocktail high, she said, “To sweet Poppy.”

Everyone loudly echoed, “TO SWEET POPPY!” and drank. Wow, I was super embarrassed by then. Kiki wasn’t finished, though.

“Before we carry on, I know how my darling Poppy loves to show off her sexy little body in public… hence our theme for tonight. I, for one, would like to get a peek at what she has on under that dress. What do you say, ladies?”

The room was filled with cries of “Yes!” and ‘Take it off!”

Henri approached me and said, “Arms.” I lifted them up and she pulled the dress over my head, then handed it to Mum.

There were gasps around the room. My face flushed even hotter, and my legs quivered a bit. I’d never imagined I’d be stripped to my lingerie in front of everyone so early in the evening. And since my black lace knickers were open at the crotch, my slit was on full display. It felt a bit awkward, but I was very turned on, too… and that sensation was getting more intense. I wondered if they would ask me to get completely naked next, thinking that I’d be okay with it.

“There now, that’s better,” said Kiki with a wink. “Okay, time for more gifts. This is a small one from me and Henrietta.”

“But I thought the party was my gift from you?”

“It is, but I couldn’t resist giving you this as well. Go ahead darling, open it up.”

I peeled the paper off the smaller of the two presents. It was a long pale blue jewellery box with a name I didn’t recognise on the top, ‘Tiffany’s’. I opened it up and started to cry straight away. Somebody handed me a tissue and I wiped my eyes.

Kiki and Henri had got me a gold necklace. Attached was a poppy made from lots of little bright red gemstones and clear ones around the outside, all inlaid in gold. Kiki took it out and put it on for me.

“There now.” She nodded approvingly. “That looks more beautiful than I imagined.”

It was, too. But before I could offer thanks, Henri handed me the larger package.

“This is from everyone here, especially your mum and Lilly.”

When I got the paper off, all I saw was a brown box with writing on it. Then I read the word LAPTOP.

“Oh my God!” I squealed. “You got me a laptop?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I can’t… how did… I’m just – oh hell, I don’t know what to say! Th-thank you, everyone…I’m so…”

I felt so special, so loved at that moment. It was too much. The tears started again – only this time, most of the adults were crying, too, and so was Mia. In fact, she was weeping more than I was.

A cuddle with Kiki, then Mia soon had me smiling again. Then Nicole came over and playfully pinched my nipples, which made me laugh.

Once our jovial mood had been restored, Kiki placed a chair in the centre of the room and asked me to sit in it as everyone gathered around. Standing next to Kiki, Henri was holding a small velvet drawstring bag. Like the one I use for my vibrator, only fancier.

“No birthday party would be complete without a few games,” Kiki began. “This is something that Henri came up with, called ‘Draw a Name’. It’s simple enough – the birthday girl starts us off by drawing a name from this bag. Whoever gets their name picked gets to make Poppy come right here, in front of everyone. Then that person gets to take a turn. She sits in the chair and picks a name from the bag. Whoever that gives her an orgasm, and so on.”

“What a marvellous game!” Mum exclaimed.

“I hope I get picked,” Evie said, giving me a look that made my heart throb.

Putting my hand in the bag, I drew a small piece of folded paper, which I handed to Kiki.

She smiled when she saw the name. “Perfect.” Looking up, she said, “Celeste… will you come forward, please?”

Our special guest shyly approached me. As she drew closer, I caught sight of the slip of paper in Kiki’s hand. To my surprise, the name on the paper wasn’t Celeste, but Kiki! She caught me looking, then winked and blew me a kiss. God, I loved Kiki so much at that moment. So unselfish of her, going all out to make our newcomer feel special. I’m sure she also knew that I was eager to be pleasured by Celeste. I blew a kiss back to Kiki, promising myself that I’d be fucking her silly that night.

Celeste was standing before me, hands clasped together. “This is a very nice way to get to know you, Poppy! Please tell me – how would you like to be made to come? Shall I use my tongue?”

“Oh, gosh, er… yes, please!”

Celeste knelt in front of me and spread my legs wide, licking her lips as she studied my exposed cunt. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “I would love to please this pretty pussy for many minutes, but our time is short, so…”

Then she attacked my clit with her tongue. Leaning back in the chair I gripped both arms tightly, settling in for what promised to be a wild ride. I looked for Mum, and saw she’d pulled her dress up and was rubbing herself with one hand, caressing little Evie with the other. Some of the others were masturbating, too.

Celeste took no prisoners. Her tongue was like a machine that brought me off quicker than I’d ever come before. Of course, getting fucked with an audience of scantily dressed women and girls only added to the thrill of it all.

Once she’d brought me to a squealing climax, Celeste stood, smiling as she licked her lips. “That was lovely, Poppy. I am glad to have been the first to make you come. Tonight, I hope you have many more.”

“Thank you, it was wonderful. Er, could we do that again later, please? I’d like to return the favour.”

“Of course! I would like this very much,” she said, giving me a deep, hungry kiss before rejoining the others.

I sat there with legs spread, my sloppy cunt on full show. “Doesn’t Celeste get to pick a name from the bag now?” I said.

“Not yet, darling,” Kiki told me. “It’s nearly time for us to go. We’ll play this again later on, though.”

Mum handed me my dress. “Put this back on, sweetie.”

I shrugged into it. Mum fussed with my hair a bit, kissed my cheek, then went over to Lilly to help adjust the spaghetti straps on her tiny top.

I managed to steal a quick moment alone with Henri before we left, and asked her, “Can you help me with something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I’d like to set Mum up with the twins and Evie and Lilly, so she can have some private time with them all. Making love to four little girls at once… God, that would make her sooooo happy! I want it to be a surprise, so I can thank her for being the best mum in the world.”

“That’s a smashing idea, Pops. I’ll have a chat with Mum and sort it all out. Probably for when we get back from dinner – how’s that sound?”

“Perfect!”

When we emerged from Kiki’s house, two black limousines were waiting for us. They were the longest cars I’d ever seen, much too big to get up the driveway, so we clip-clopped our way down to them and piled inside. I was in the front car with little Lexi (who chose to climb into my lap), her aunt Emma, Lilly, Evie, Celeste and Mum.

The interior of the limousine was incredibly posh, like a small luxury flat. There was a TV inside, even a bar with chilled champagne! Of course, Mum insisted on opening one of the bottles, so we could toast my birthday yet again. Even the kids got glasses of bubbly, only theirs were topped up with lemonade. That left us in a warm, mellow mood, so we settled in for a cosy chat.

Emma had some very interesting news for us: after dropping me off that morning she went back home, where she made love to her nieces for the very first time. Of course, she’d wanted to be with Lexi and Lola for a while, especially after they became sexually involved with their mum, but couldn’t quite bring herself to make that first move.

“When you made love with the girls this morning… God, it made them so happy,” Emma told me. “And after the amazing time I had at Kiki’s place, I couldn’t stop thinking about my nieces that way. I spoke with Chrissie that night and she told me that I didn’t have to be afraid of my feelings for Lola and Lexi… that they wanted me to enjoy them, to love their beautiful little bodies.” She gave a happy sigh. “So, this afternoon, after I dropped you home… that’s exactly what I did!”

“And it was soooooo nice!” Lexi cried, squirming in my lap.

Mum smiled sweetly at the adorable five-year-old. “I’d love to hear about it,” she said, absently cupping her left breast.

So Lexi, with occasional help from Emma, began to tell us about how she and her twin Lola spent the afternoon in bed with their beloved aunt. Lexi was very articulate for her age, and the adults talked to her just as they would to each other. It made me feel good to see that in our little private society, a girl of five was just as important and interesting a member of the group as someone like Kiki.

By the time their story reached its conclusion, my knickers were damp… but so were everyone else’s. Lexi said, “That’s all,” then gazed up at her aunt with adoring eyes. “I love you, Auntie Emma,” she whispered.

“I love you too, sweet child,” Emma softly replied. Leaning in, she claimed her niece’s mouth in a sensuous kiss. The sight of their tongues engaging only got me wetter.

Before I knew it, our half-hour journey had flown by, the two limousines were pulling up to the curb of the restaurant. Mum mentioned on the way there that Kiki had booked a large private function room away from the main restaurant, so we would have complete privacy. As you can imagine, I was excited to hear that!

We climbed out and made our way to the entrance, where a doorman with a shiny top hat opened the doors and ushered us inside. I was impressed to see Kiki give him a twenty-pound note. The restaurant was inside a very posh-looking hotel, so we had to walk through the lobby and over to the desk. Kiki spoke briefly to a woman behind the counter, who nodded, then vanished.

We were being very quiet and trying not to attract attention, but it was futile. The main bar was just across from the reception desk, with a steady stream of people coming and going, and the way we were dressed was bound to get us noticed. We were all tits and legs, with so much bare skin on show that it looked like a stripper convention… only one with little girls participating. Some of the women gave us disdainful looks, and more than a few of the men were staring in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

It felt like forever, but soon a smiling hostess appeared, leading us over to a lift that led to a large room on the first floor. There was one long table set for us with fine linen and more knives, forks and glasses than I’d ever thought possible to use in a single meal.

We had the most marvellous dinner, with six – no, seven courses. Each course consisted of plates with beautifully arranged tiny bits of food, every one a work of art. I can’t tell you what most of the dishes were, but I tried everything and enjoyed nearly all of it. I was sitting between Mia and Nicole, with Emma and Lilly close by.

Emma asked Mia and me about our relationship, grown-up stuff like how we first knew it was real love. She wanted to know how we dealt with jealousy, if it was a problem when one of us had sex with someone else. We both giggled, then I told her that actually, it turned us on to see each other having fun. We have a rule, though, that at the end of the night we always slept together, or at least tried to – sometimes, you have to nod off right where you are.

Emma laughed, and Nicole said, “Quite a few adults could take a leaf out of your book, girls.”

While we dined, I’d been eyeing up some of the waitresses. Kiki, you see, had requested that only women serve us that evening, and they were all young and beautiful. Once the dessert dishes were taken away, they cleared the table completely, then wiped it down with little brushes.

Kiki stood and tapped her glass with a fork. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.

“Ladies, we made special arrangements for this evening’s meal, and the staff went all out to accommodate us. I think they did a stonkingly good job of it, too.”

She began to clap, then everyone stood up and applauded the eight pretty girls. They all looked pleased; some of them even blushed. Kiki gave one of them an envelope and said something I couldn’t hear. The girl nodded, then they all left the room. I noticed a couple of the girls giving us wistful looks, as if they wanted to be part of whatever it is we were doing.

There was only one door into the room, and when the waitresses left, Kiki bolted it shut from the inside. “Now that we’re alone, we have just enough time for one quick round of Draw a Name.” Producing the bag, she held it out to Celeste. “Would you do the honours?”

“Oui,” she murmured and picked a piece of paper from the bag that Henri held out to her.

Celeste peeked at the paper, then smiled. “Christine,” she said.

We all cheered and clapped and said rude things. I shouted, “Lick her pussy!”

After a brief word with Celeste, Chrissie climbed up onto the table and stretched out on her back. The cheering got louder as Celeste kicked her heels off, then pulled the pretty green dress over her head. I wasn’t surprised to see that underneath, she was completely nude. She had lovely wide hips, a thick but neatly trimmed patch of black pubes, and full heavy breasts with brown nipples. Her skin was an olive tone, and I noticed as she got up on the table that her underarms were unshaven. Gosh, she seemed so sexy and exotic to me. I was determined to have sex with her at least once more that evening.

Squatting above Chrissie, Celeste slowly lowered her cunt to the older woman’s mouth. She had her arms extended out to the sides for balance, and Mum took one hand for support so Celeste didn’t topple over. She gently rode Chrissie’s face as we all looked on. There was a little laughter and chatter around the room, but it was much quieter than before.

I had a perfect view of Chrissie’s tongue as she trailed it through her younger lover’s pussy, licking her over and over again, making happy humming noises that made it clear how much she enjoyed this. Celeste was swaying back and forth, dreamy-eyed with pleasure. I was fingering myself while I watched the sex show – not to make myself come, but because it felt nice.

When Celeste had her orgasm, we all cheered and clapped, then helped them both down. Looking around the table, I guessed that some of the others had been masturbating too.

I was snogging with Mia when Kiki told us it was time to leave. We marched through the lobby again, heads held high, making a godawful racket as we laughed and giggled our way out to the waiting limos, ready to take us back to Kiki’s place.

It was only 9 PM, and the party was about to get started for real.

On to Chapter Twenty!Sweet Poppy, Chapter 20

by Kinkychic

“So, my little one, you think you are ready?” Chantelle said.

“Yes, Madame,” I replied.

“Well, so do I. I shall soon have a pleasant surprise for you.”

She had been keeping me to herself for close to a month, and I was eager to begin my career in earnest.  I had grown impatient with learning to walk, speak, dress, and undress. Such things are secondary to the task of pleasuring women, and that, I believed, was not so complicated.

When the day arrived, however, I felt quite apprehensive. Chantelle would not tell me who the client was, only that she was a married lady with a liking for young girls and socially quite prominent, so that absolute discretion was essential. She did add that she thought I would like the woman, although, because I was expected to behave in a professional manner, my personal preferences were not at issue.

Our tête-a-tête was scheduled for the afternoon. I had on a new dress, undergarments and slippers, and my hair had been styled by one of the girls. The mirror revealed a stunning first-time whore. I was as ready as I would ever be.

It was with some trepidation that I softly knocked on the door. I heard the word “entrar,” so I knew my employer was Spanish. I opened the door and walked into the room – and almost immediately forgot everything I’d been taught. Not only was this woman astoundingly beautiful, but I recognised her at once. She was none other than the Governor’s wife, the Contessa. Prior to this moment, I had seen her only at a distance, and only a few times, at civil functions on the Plaza.

She waved a hand at me. “Parar ahí.” I stood before her, recovering my poise as she studied me, and assuming a subtle pose. Then I turned slowly about, all the while holding my head in place, fixing her with my gaze. Her eyes gleamed, and she smiled. “Magnifica, tan hermosa.”

I had passed my first test. She had called me beautiful. “M… may I speak, Madame?”

“Si. Sorry, I mean yes, you may. You will forgive me when I speak Spanish, but my English is good also.”

I could easily have spoken in Spanish to her. It was, after all, my second language, but Chantelle had told me to play the game and speak only in English. “My name is Francine, and I thank you for the compliment, but I am lucky. Madame is beautiful as well.” I meant every word. She must have been over forty, but she had that unique Spanish beauty heightened by a poise that comes only with breeding and culture.

I saw that she was delighted with my compliment. It was only when she clicked her fingers that I noticed the young girl who stood behind her. “Champagne for my guest please, Sofía. Then you may leave us.”

The girl gave me a quick, and as I would describe it, conspiratorial smile. Perhaps she was already well acquainted with her mistress’s inclinations. She poured me a flute full of the sparkling wine, topped off the Contessa’s glass, and with one last, mischievous smile at me, quietly left.

The Contessa gestured for me to sit beside her on the long chaise longue. She took my hand in one of hers. “Please be comfortable with me, and you may call me Anna. We are to be friends so you will speak as you please. There is no need to ask.”

She studied my face now I was closer to her. “Chantelle tells me you are not yet twelve. Can this be true? You look too beautiful to be so young.”

“Yes, it is true, Madame… Anna.”

The colour rose in her cheeks, but she was not blushing. She was burning with lust – lust for me. It crossed my mind that even as confident as she tried to sound, she herself was perhaps just as nervous as I. The realisation gave me courage. I put my glass down and slowly took hers from her hand, smiling my most beguiling smile. “Then perhaps you will kiss me, Anna,” I said “It is what you want most, I think.”

Her lips trembled slightly just before they touched mine. I kissed her with all of my newly taught skills, and I could feel the tension leaving her as she responded. My hands began to explore her. I caressed her arms, her back, and finally, the exposed tops of her breasts.

The bodice was too tight for my hand to slip inside. I broke the kiss and gently turned her away from me, reaching for the catches that ran down her back. As I unfastened them, I whispered in her ear, “An easier dress to remove would be more suitable next time, Anna. This one is making me wait too long to touch you as I long to do.”

She nodded just as my hands slipped inside her dress. I reached around her body and cupped both of her breasts, which were still well covered. She leaned back against me as I massaged and squeezed the firm globes. Her nipples responded to my touch, and her breathing quickened. Then her own hands came up and pressed mine through the dress.

She tilted her head to the side as I nuzzled her neck, little kisses here and there. She repeated my name as her passion mounted, and I was happy that I, a mere girl and a commoner, was mistress of this grand lady. It was what I had trained for – most of the time, at least.

I asked her to stand, and I pulled down her dress. There were several petticoats to be removed before I saw her drawers and the snow-white stockings held in place by pink ribbons.

She leaned back against me as I resumed my exploration of her breasts. She tried to turn around but I held her firm. “Not yet, my love.” I felt the soft skin of her tummy, tickled the dent of her navel, and continued down until I was inside her most intimate garment. A thick tangle of hair covered her pussy, which I tugged and twirled between my fingers.

She spread her legs, inviting me to descend even lower, but I resisted, teasing her. At last I turned her to face me, my lips once more seeking hers. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and her own came to meet it. Her arms enfolded me, and her hands tore at my clothes.

I pulled away and smiled at her. “You would like to see me – my young body?”

Forgetting herself, she hissed a breathless “Si!”

“Then you shall,” I said.

I led her to the bed and gently pushed her down. I had my first client, and it was a lady of distinction, never mind one so beautiful. I would give her an exhibition she would remember all her life. I was now thoroughly enjoying myself. I felt so very wicked, so very desirable, and yet dominant – and I sensed this was just what she hungered for.

Her expression, as she watched, revealed how she wanted me. Her lust was in the open. She even gasped several times as I gradually exposed myself to her.

When, at last, I stood naked before her, lazily fingering my pussy, she gave a whimper and extended a hand to me. I raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Anna? Do tell me what you want. I am but an innocent young girl, and I require instruction.”

“My God, Francine, stop teasing me! Never have I seen such a beautiful young body. You have driven me mad. I want you here in my arms. I want you to make love to me.”

I approached her slowly, with a most seductive gait. I put a finger to her lips, expecting her to kiss it, but instead she took it wholly into her mouth and sucked, tasting the flavour that lingered from my pussy.

I pushed her back until she lay flat on the bed, then climbed on top of her, my sharp little breasts pressed to her own, more ample spheres. Though I brushed her lips with mine, I did not stop for a kiss. Rather, I chewed at her neck and ears. When I reached her throat, she pushed her head deeper into the pillow and dug her fingers into my back.

I slid down until my face was buried in the valley between her breasts, my hands at either side, pressing them to my cheeks. I sucked her flesh, leaving a mark before moving on to her nipples. The brown rings that encircled them were pronounced and stood up from the surrounding whiteness, inviting me to take them into my mouth.

Her fingers hurt me, her nails gouging my back, but that only told me that I had her exactly where I wanted her.

She was a bit more ticklish than I, writhing and clenching her stomach as my tongue roved over her. I kissed along the waist-line of her drawers, my hands caressing her legs, one after the other. I felt the silkiness of her stockings, and then the soft, milky flesh of her thighs.

Pulling at the front of her final garment, I eased it down until I could bury my face in her thatch of hair. She raised her bottom just enough for me to remove it entirely. She was now quite naked, but for her stockings.

Her fingers clutched at the bedclothes as she watched me slowly lower my head. I stopped and waited. “Francine!” she begged.

I extended my tongue until the tip just grazed her lips. She raised her hips to me, but I pulled my head away, permitting only that feathery contact. I saw her pleading look, but still, only with the merest touch did my tongue travel along the ridges of her pussy.

She must have realised that I would continue to tease if she tried to force me. She relaxed slightly, leaving me to set the pace.

I spread her open with my fingers, breathing her heady aroma as I focused on her glistening hood. I glanced up as I extended my tongue, witnessing her anticipation. The thought crossed my mind that her clit was larger than Chantelle’s before, with a long soft, suck, I took it into my mouth.

She shrieked aloud, then let go with a stream of foul language, the likes of which I would never have expected from such a lady. Her hips pushed up to meet me, shaking as my tongue flicked at her. But I wanted to prolong her agony. Once more I pulled away and, taking hold of her legs and raising them high, I kissed and licked my way back down. My tongue skittered over her pussy as I went, but I continued downward until the twitching rosebud of her bumhole came within reach. I pressed into her centre, trying to enter, but only partially succeeding.

I left a finger there, continuing to press as I returned my attention to her pussy. My lips played with her clit once more, and the fingers of my free hand eased between her lips, delving deep inside.

Chantelle had taught me where to search for a place she said some women had. Chantelle had it, and so did I, and, I now discovered, so did Anna. She let out another shout when my curled fingers found the spot. Her body went rigid, her buttocks lifting from the bed.

My tongue fluttered upon her clit, and the finger at her lower hole pressed even harder. Slowly, it eased inside. I felt the increased heat and the urgent clutches of her ass as I probed more deeply.

Now I was ready to take her over the edge. Her rigidness changed in character. She trembled and shouted again, calling out my name as she began to shake. I kept her climax going, one orgasm rolling into another. Finally, she collapsed, moaning quietly.

Drawing myself up beside her, I kissed her cheeks and her eyes as my fingers lightly caressed her breasts.

It was an age before she opened her eyes to look at me with an expression of wonder. She traced my lips with a finger, and in a very quiet voice, not really directed at me, she said, “So clever – so impossible from such a young angel.”

At last her eyes came into focus, and she was with me again. “I wonder if you know how special you are,” she said. “Chantelle told me that I would be your first and that I should be gentle with you. How wrong she was! There is no need to be gentle with you. You are beyond anything I could imagine. So very, very clever.”

She put her hands to my shoulders and pushed me back. “Now, I want to explore your magnificent young body, and show you how much I already love you.”

I lay still as she marvelled at my small breasts, aroused my pointed nipples, and stared at my clit after opening my pussy lips. She even deigned to ask my permission before dipping her tongue into me. She asked me to turn over and rise to my knees. I spread my buttocks wide as her lips explored my ass, her tongue teasing my hole just as I had done with hers. When she got me slippery enough, she pressed a finger into me. Another followed, but she was gentle, taking her time, waiting for me to expand enough to accept her.

She put her other hand to my pussy and began to fuck me. I reached down to my clit, massaging it between two fingers.

It was the first time that I had been brought to an orgasm while I was bent over on my knees. It was also the first time I’d had my ass fucked as I came.

We lay together for ages, idly chatting. She asked me if it were true that other than Chantelle, I’d never been with anyone else until today. She said she didn’t count Chantelle, as she was my teacher, and thus she considered herself to be my first lover. I noticed how she avoided using the term “customer” or “client” at any time. She also said that she had noticed that I was still a virgin.

Suddenly, she asked if I knew who she was.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’ve seen you at the ceremonies in front of the Governor’s residence.”

“And you aren’t at all awed by who I am?”

“I am more awed by how beautiful you are,” I said. “And more honoured that I was able to please you.”

“You, my Francine, have more than pleased me. It is I who am honoured to have met you and I hope that you would do me the honour again when I am next able to be here.”

She kissed me one final time before pressing three guineas into my hand. “You will go now, Francine, and please send Sofia in to help me dress. You will remember today is our secret. No one must ever know that I have been here.”

I stared in astonishment at the gold in my hand. I went to answer her, but she brushed my cheek and said, “Go.”

I gathered my clothes and went to the door, giving her one last smile over my shoulder and raising a hip in farewell. She laughed with delight as I went out.

My mother was as astonished as I had been when I placed two guineas on the table. “And Chantelle has taken her share? She must have been a very rich person.” Hastily, she added, “No, I’m not asking who it was. It’s something we don’t do.” Then she remembered herself. “What about you? Are you all right?”

“Never better,” I said. “My first client was wonderful – a real lady and so very lovely. I know I’m going to have fun, and be paid to pleasure such fine ladies, with no worries about men. It’s all just too marvellous.”

“We work as a family now,” Mother said, taking my hand. “I’ve overcome my doubts, and I can see how happy you are, and now you will have money to spend. I can see that your liking is for women. It’s something I don’t share, but I respect your choice, so long as you’re content.”

I did not have to think. I already knew what I wanted. “Mother, I need only a little money for clothes and things. The rest is for the home, our home. Some new furniture and carpets, things to make us more comfortable. I want to pay my way.”

My mother fetched the wine, and we touched glasses. “A team, my sweet – that’s what we are now,” she said. She looked happier than I had seen her in many months.

On to Chapter Four!

by Karin Halle

The following day was warm and sunny, and after an easy stroll through the woods, the two women and the young girl reached a location that Grace had discovered in the days of the war. It was a rocky clearing at the top of a gentle climb past widely strewn, sheltering boulders. Here they found a compact field of grass, where they would be invisible unless someone had followed in their footsteps and peered down at them from the boulders.

“It’s like … I don’t know,” Alice said in wonder. “And so warm.”

“The stones around us absorb heat,” Susannah lectured. “Undress, Alice.”

Alice looked from Susannah to Grace, finding that both adults were already removing their clothes. Alice had been instructed to wear britches and a blouse, since they would be hiking and climbing. The teachers were similarly clad. Such garb also made undressing easier, Alice discovered, and for a moment, she envied the boys in her class.

In only seconds, all three were naked, basking in the warming rays of the sun, and in their freedom.

Grace took the child by the hand and led her to a large rock with a flat surface, where Susannah was busy spreading a blanket she had brought along in a kitbag. Grace laid Alice on the blanket, which was already growing warm from the rock.

Taking her place at Alice’s side, Grace murmured, “I so wanted to do this yesterday, and it took all my strength to resist. But now, dear Alice, it is our turn to love each other.”

She leaned over the girl and kissed her, softly at first, but with increasing passion. A hand found one of the girl’s small breasts and pressed gently, concentrating on the pebble at its summit. The nipple responded, growing slightly as Grace squeezed.

Alice shot a glance at Susannah, who smiled at her.

She is going to watch, Alice thought. Her heart fluttered. How amazing is this freedom! How wonderful that these two women, neither of them much older than herself, can be so confident in their love for each other that they can sit and watch – not just watch, but enjoy watching – as they make love to a tender young girl!

Alice’s other nipple began to grow even before Grace turned her attention to it – and it grew more rapidly when Grace took hold of it.

Satisfied that Alice’s little breasts were adequately stimulated, Grace ran her hand down her pupils’ torso. In the middle of the most passionate kiss she had ever imagined, Alice managed to gasp. Grace’s hand brushed the red puff of her maiden-hair, which shone bright as a penny in the sunlight, and the girl’s eyes flew open

Grace’s feathery touch was almost as wonderful as Susannah’s. This is unbelievable, Alice thought, yet it is truly happening.

When at last Grace penetrated her with two fingers, Alice was transported.

Miss Grace, she quickly discovered, had a style of her own when it came to pleasuring women. While Susannah had started gently and continued thus, Grace preferred a firmer, almost manly course. Soon her thrusts grew powerful, awakening Alice to another new experience. If asked, she would have preferred Susannah’s technique, perhaps because of her deep love for the younger teacher, but the urgency of Grace’s fingers, she found, provided delights of its own.

It was rare in the days that followed that Alice made love with Grace alone. But when she did so … she could not deny the power of Grace’s touch. With those strong fingers pumping her, Alice climaxed more quickly than she did when Susannah fucked her so lovingly. Their differing styles made for variety, although Alice could never understand how Susannah, so delicate and gentle, could truly enjoy being fucked roughly.

When Alice began to climax, Susannah hurried over and gently teased the girl’s nipples, kissing her and whispering loving and naughty words into her ears.

After, Alice lay in her bliss, gazing up at the clear, bright sky. Turning her head to one side, she saw trees that were still green and lush. Turning the other way, she looked into the captivating face of her darling Susannah – and, when her eyes went lower, the equal perfection of Susannah’s naked body.

Grace finished licking the nectar from between Alice’s thighs and then lay beside her to share what she held in her mouth. So exquisitely sinful, Alice thought, to taste myself on Miss Grace’s lips. 

With their open mouths crushed together, Alice hugged Grace to her. She ran her hand down Grace’s back, but immediately broke the kiss and sat up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Grace asked urgently.

“Your … your back!” Alice stammered. “What is that?’

Smiling in understanding, Grace rose and turned her back toward the little girl.

“Oh my sweet Lord Jesus!” Alice gasped.

Grace’s back was covered by an irregular pattern of scars – some were raised, like cords, while others were merely discolourations of the flesh. Alice reached out and placed her fingers – just the very tips – on Grace’s back. She was aghast at what she felt.

“Have you been … beaten?” she whispered.

“No, sweet child. When I arrived here, it was from a wrecked ship, and I was thrown upon the rocks, which gashed my back.”

“Oh, Grace, that’s so awful.” Alice, almost in tears, blinked her eyes.

“I think you’re wrong about that,” Grace said. “They are a reminder of my salvation, for which I constantly thank God and my beloved Susannah. She kisses them, you know, because she too gives thanks that the Almighty saw fit to bring me here, and in that way brought us together. I think of them more as birthmarks than scars.”

Grace put an arm around the girl’s shoulders. “And I’ll tell you something else – something that Susannah likes to sometimes do. I lie on my front and she straddles my back, so that her private place touches the scars. She will then rub herself against them, rolling forward and back. When her honey begins to drip onto my back, I slip my hand to my core … with a little judgment, we can time our releases to occur together.”

Alice shook her head, almost in disbelief.

“You are so … accepting.”

“They are a reminder that we need always to be thankful for the good things that happen to us, and to overlook the bad things. And I have much to be thankful for … and that includes the opportunity to make love with you, a sweet little girl!”

She kissed Alice on the tip of the nose.

Shaking her head, Alice said, “But how do you know about these things, Miss Grace? I mean, about loving women.”

“My sister taught me.”

Incredulous, all three gaped.

“You have a sister! What is her name?” Susannah asked breathlessly.

Grace opened her mouth to answer, before she realized she remembered nothing more.

“Was she aboard the vessel with you?” Alice queried.

Grace looked blank, then her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, poor Grace!” Alice exclaimed.

“Just then, only for a moment,” Grace choked, “I saw a face, but before I could see it properly, it faded away. Just like a dream … gone.”

The tears ran from three pairs of eyes. The day of freedom in the woods was over.

***

When Alice’s mother died the following spring of a fever Doctor FitzHerbert could neither treat nor diagnose, the child was left an orphan, but Susannah and Grace came to her salvation. They gave her the room in Susannah’s house that had once belonged to Susannah and her brother, and then to Susannah and Grace.

Alice sold most of the few possessions from her mother’s house and moved in with the teachers. She offered them the few dollars that she had raised, along with some $22 that represented her mother’s life savings.

“I can never adequately repay you,” she told them.

“Repayment is not required,” Susannah explained. “We are content as we are, with our life together. Your presence in our home will be an addition to our contentment.”

Alice’s presence also brought more than contentment – the three often shared the large bed, although each periodically slept in the smaller bed to allow the others to enjoy time together alone.

In 1868, Alice turned sixteen and “graduated” from Port Clinton Academy, as Susannah and Grace called their little school.

Not long after that a letter arrived, addressed to “Miss Susannah Croft and Miss Grace Elgin, Port Clinton Academy, Port Clinton, Illinois.”

The letter stated that it was from the “Townsfolk of Highwood” and explained that a teacher was required by the local school to replace one who had married and left the town. Before leaving, the bride had recommended that the town contact Susannah and Grace and offer the position to one or the other.

In a joint reply, Susannah and Grace declined the invitation with great thanks, and suggested Alice Finucane as an alternative.

“Alice has recently graduated from our school and, though she is young, she has many fine qualities to commend her. She has some experience already as a teacher, having led our more junior pupils in their lessons. She is both knowledgeable and wise, both patient and demanding, and possesses the gift of inspiring children to learn.”

A mere nine days later, a letter arrived addressed to “Miss Alice Finucane, Port Clinton Academy.” The letter contained an offer of the job and a small amount of money to cover relocation costs.

Alice was thrilled, if somewhat apprehensive about assuming such responsibility at her age. But of even greater concern was the prospect of leaving Susannah and Grace.

Susannah, naked as was her habit when inside her home, sat Alice, also naked, down on her lap.

“You know, my sweet, that despite being only seven years older than you, I think of you as my daughter.”

Alice happily fondled Susannah’s breasts as she listened.

“And the fondest wish of any mother is to see her child develop to her full potential, to know what she wants from life and to set about achieving it. And to appreciate her life, whatever it might be.”

Grace, who was also naked, added, “I am content with my life, and I think I can say the same for Susannah. But you must find your own place … perhaps in time you will return here, although there is no future in Port Clinton. This town is dying.”

“Perhaps you will visit us,” Susannah said dreamily. “There will always be a bed here for you, or a place with us in our bed.”

“You might even bring a husband and children,” Grace speculated, then added with a wicked grin, “or maybe you might bring with you a wife. We could always make room in our bed for you and her.”

Reluctantly, Alice took her leave the following day. Her departure was just as sad for Susannah and Grace, and they comforted each other long into the night. Alice’s absence left a void in their little home, which became a source of sadness for both young women.

Creative and devious as always, Grace hit upon a solution after a few weeks.

“Gwendolyn Hughes,” she suggested.

“What about her?” Susannah asked. Gwendolyn was a pupil in their school, aged twelve.

“Do you know that she walks for an hour and a half each day to reach school, and obviously for another hour and a half to go home each night?”

Aware of that fact, Susannah said, “So?”

“We should suggest to her parents that Gwendolyn might live with us during the week. I’m sure that her parents would approve – they have six other children, and such an arrangement would allow young Gwen a lot of additional time for her lessons.”

“I know what lessons you have in mind for her, you scheming woman!” Susannah said.

Their invitation to Gwendolyn was issued the next day, and was accepted promptly and gratefully by both the eager young girl and her unsuspecting parents.

***

In time, it became obvious that Port Clinton was, as Grace had foreseen, dying.

Eventually, Susannah and Grace faced the inevitable. They closed the Port Clinton Academy and relocated to Highland Park, where they re-established their school as the Elgin Academy for Young Women.

By then their enterprise had been successful for many years. Susannah and Grace were never wealthy but they enjoyed their life together, and the satisfaction of training young women to be their best selves.

When the increasingly strict supervision of schools became too burdensome, they closed the school in 1902, at which point they vanish from the historical record. Nothing is known of their final years.

But their legacy lived on in the many young women they taught to find independence and contentment in one another’s arms, and who passed the lesson on to those who followed.

The End