Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary (well, it USED to be brief…) of what has transpired thus far. (To get a additional breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, which leave her feeling flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

In the days that follow, Nettie seems to be emerging from her torpor. In addition to her burgeoning interest in heavy metal, she becomes absorbed by Jason’s medical textbooks.

At band rehearsal, Mal’s and her fellow group members toy with a concept: focus on Eighties pop. At the same rehearsal, they also make plans to perform live, and even manage to work up a cool original song. The entire band is thrilled.

Mallory has a frank discussion with her mother Sharon about sexuality and desire. She admits to listening to her masturbate herself through the wall, then gets Sharon to confess that she has overheard Mallory touching herself as well… and it arouses her. Somehow, Mal persuades Sharon to stay in her room instead, then mother and daughter masturbate together.

The next morning, Sharon is feeling guilty and uneasy, even though she admits to wanting what she and Mallory did the night before. Mal manages to ease her mother’s conscience a bit before they both leave for school.

Mal and her friends run into trouble at school when a lout named Floyd teases Nettie about her sister’s death until she cries. An enraged Julie attacks him, then Mal, Cindy and Emma join in the brawl to keep the much larger Floyd from hurting their friend. Luckily, the principal breaks up the fight, then goes on to suspend Floyd for bullying.

Later at home, Mallory joins Sharon on the couch. They snuggle, then end up grinding their bodies together until they both climax, still in their clothes. This time, mother and daughter share their first passionate kiss.

A concept is discussed and agreed on for the band’s presentation, one that draws on the Eighties film Back to the Future. They continue to make preparations for their upcoming gig.

While visiting her new lesbian friends Katerina and Tracy, Mal’s mom Sharon is stranded there overnight due to snow flurries. Upon returning home, she tells Mallory that her friends both had their first gay sexual experiences as young girls, and thinking about that excites her. This leads to Sharon asking her daughter if she’s had sex. Mal’s reply is yes, she’s quite experienced with girls, but won’t name anyone she’s been with other than Julie. Sharon admits she’s beginning to think of herself as a lesbian, and Mallory picks that moment to come on to her mother. They share a heated kiss, but Sharon isn’t ready to have sex with her daughter just yet. Instead, they strip naked and masturbate together.

Shortly thereafter, Mal and Julie get Megan and Jamie together for a hot foursome, which is a rousing success. A couple of nights later, Sharon tells Mallory she’s decided to leave the church. They share a passionate kiss, but Sharon pulls away and tells her daughter they can’t do anything more just yet, as her period has started.

Mal waits as patiently as she can for several days. Finally, that Saturday, it happens — Mallory and Sharon make love for the first time. 

Only one melancholy note mars Mal’s otherwise wonderful weekend: Nettie nearly makes it through the birthday party Jason, Lisa and the girls have arranged, but she breaks down completely once most of the guests have departed, still mourning her sister.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

Mom had supper ready after I got home from the party. She asked how the party went, and I told her it had gone well, which was true. I didn’t mention Nettie’s breakdown afterwards, though.

We ate, then Mom took a shower. Me, I wandered into my room, took Jamie’s guitar from its case, and sat down to work on “Authority Song.” The left-hand chord changes are getting easier, but my strumming still doesn’t feel as smooth and relaxed as I’d like.

After a few minutes, I heard Mom enter. “How’s the practice going, sweetheart?”

“Ohhhh… I’m still having trouble with the right hand,” I said, holding up the guitar pick still clenched between thumb and index. ”Too much tension, I guess.”

“Hmm. Maybe you need to unwind a bit,” she murmured. My heart skipped a beat when Mom’s soft, warm lips touched my neck.

Oh. My. GOD. I didn’t drop Jamie’s guitar, but it was a close thing. Turning around in my chair, I gaped at Mom, who stood before me in a terrycloth robe, her legs and feet bare. Holy crow, was she going to…

She was! My mother slowly undid the tie around her waist, opened the robe, then shrugged it to the floor, standing before me completely naked.

I could only stare, my heart beating loud as thunder. It was such a magical sight that I came close to crying. My wonderful mom was taking the initiative, offering herself, waiting for me to love her.

I’ve got no memory of putting the guitar aside, or getting out of the chair. All I remember is being on my knees before Mom, burying my face in the softness of her belly. The scent of pussy was making my mouth water. I started to kiss my way down my mother’s body, desperately needing to taste her.

She stopped me before I could, though. Taking hold of my arm, Mom pulled me to my feet. We gazed at each other for a moment, then came together in a kiss that heated up within seconds. She took the lead this time, her tongue teasing mine.

When we broke apart, Mom whispered. “I’ve been thinking about this all day long, Mallory. Wanting this… wanting you. I know it’s something we shouldn’t be doing, but I – I don’t care about that any more.” She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it, her eyes never leaving mine. “Will you let me make love to you?”

Her words made me want to be bold. I reached out to touch her cunt, and she let out a tiny whimper. “You don’t have to ask, Mom,” I said. “Do what you want with me.”

With that, I reached for the hem of my t-shirt, but Mom said, “Let me, sweetie.” She began to undress me.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. From the moment I started working on getting Mom into bed, it was obvious that I’d be taking the lead. That’s how it had been with everything we’d done so far. Now Mom wanted to be the one in charge, and that got me even more excited than I already was!

I’ve had a lot of sexual experiences for a girl of twelve, and they’ve all been amazing, but getting stripped bare naked by my own mother was the most thrilling of all. She took her time with it too, slowly tugging my t-shirt up and off, then pausing to look at me, standing there topless. I saw the desire in Mom’s eyes plain as day as she reached out to stroke my nipples, then she bent down to give each one a lick.

“Oh… oh, Mom!” I gasped, struggling to keep myself from trembling. “I love you…”

“I love you too, Mallory,” she said, going down on one knee, grasping the waistband of my sweatpants. “So much that… well, it’s hard for me to put it into words. But I’m going to show you how much you mean to me. Right now.” With that, she slowly pulled my sweats down, then helped me step out of them.

Her eyes went straight to the front of my panties, the only thing I was still wearing. I didn’t have to look to know they were flat-out SOAKED. “Wow,” she said, testing their wetness with the tip of her finger. “Is this for me?”

By then, I’d mostly gotten past most of my surprise, feeling just relaxed enough to join in the game. “It is for you, Mom,” I told her, “and there’s a lot more where that came from.”

“I can’t wait to find out,” she said, helping me out of my drenched undies. Now we were both naked, facing each other, ready for anything.

Mom brought my panties to her face, pressing them to her nose and mouth. “Mmmm… you smell divine.”

By then, my legs were quivering like crazy, barely able to support me. I guess Mom could tell how dazed I was, because after pausing to put my panties down on the desk, she guided me over to the bed, helping me to lie down.

Kneeling before me, Mom carefully opened my legs so I was totally exposed, then got down on her belly. She looked at my pussy for a moment, then slid a finger through the opening without going inside, like she was tracing a line.

I shivered. “Oh… oh, Mom, yes.”

“You’re so beautiful, Mallory,” she murmured. “I always thought so, but now… now, I see you in a different way. I know a mother shouldn’t have sexual feelings for her own daughter, but I do. I’m not going to lie to myself about that, not any more.”

Gazing into her eyes, I said, “Do you want to fuck me, Mom?”

She was startled, but recovered right away. She knew exactly what I wanted to hear from her. “Yes,” she replied. “Yes, sweetheart. I do want to fuck you.”

DAMN, that turned me on. But I didn’t say a thing, just spread my thighs even wider. Without taking her eyes from mine, Mom slowly bent down and gave my pussy a slow, gentle lick. Then another.

“Oh,” I moaned as those sweet, familiar feelings washed over me. “Oh.”

She kept licking, only not as lightly as before… then she brought her mouth into it, giving me deep tongue kisses. Her tongue was flashing in and out of my cunt like lightning. And the whole time, Mom watched me.

I didn’t want to come right away, but my excitement was just too intense. Mom’s nose brushed my clit in the midst of her licking, and I went off like a shotgun, bouncing on the bed as my orgasm knocked me this way and that. She kept eating me, though, until I made her stop.

There I was, sprawled out on the bed, a sweaty wreck gasping for air. Mom was kneeling upright between my legs, smiling at me. My wetness coated her lips.

A hard wave of lust surged through me. Just like that, I forgot about being tired and out of breath. There was a sweet, sexy woman before me, and I needed to fuck her more than anything in the world.

Pushing myself into a sitting position, I wrapped both arms around my mother’s waist, tilting my face up to hers, and she kissed me. The taste of my pussy on her mouth drove me even crazier, if that was possible. I sucked her tongue, then licked my flavor from Mom’s lips and chin.

I broke away. Moving to one side, I patted the bed. “Lie down, Mom… it’s your turn.”

“How can I say no?” she replied, stretching out next to me with a happy sigh.

I was totally hot for my mother, but I also wanted to take it slow and really explore her body. The other times we did it, there was always the chance that she would start feeling guilty or ashamed and make me stop. But not this time. I had Mom where I wanted her… and she was ready for whatever I had to give.

I was hungry for more of her kisses, so I got on top of Mom and covered her mouth with mine. She was quick to respond, and we spent a long time making out. One thing I’ve learned from the different girls and women I’ve had sex with is that there are LOTS of ways to kiss, and I tried them all with my mother.

After that I wandered around Mom’s body, getting to know it. I played with her breasts for awhile, fondling and kissing them, sucking and lightly biting her nipples. Then I left a trail of kisses that led down to her tummy, pausing there to bury my face in its softness and breathe in the scent of her skin.

Of course, I could also detect the aroma of Mom’s cunt, which was dripping wet by then. She was trembling with excitement, expecting me to start licking her out. But I wanted to spend some time on her legs, so I bypassed Mom’s pussy in favor of her thighs.

“Mallory…” she protested. While I was having my way with her, my mother kept whispering her approval, flavored with words of love. But by then, I guess she was REALLY worked up and aching to come.

“Soon, Mom,” I told her. “Just let me play a little longer, and I’ll lick you until you scream your head off.”

Mom sighed and rolled her eyes. “I didn’t raise you to be a tease, young lady.”

I could tell she was kidding… mostly kidding, anyhow. Rather than reply, I started kissing and nuzzling her legs, going down Mom’s thighs to her knees and lower. Once I reached her ankles, I was about to start working my way back up, then I decided to pay a little attention to her feet. Why not? Bringing her left foot to my mouth, I began to kiss it.

Mom’s eyes widened, and she began to squirm. “Oh! Oh, m-my God….”

Whoa… she was really enjoying this! I’d read somewhere that a lot of people were into that kind of thing, but hadn’t given it a lot of thought. Still, if that’s what Mom wanted, I was ready, willing and able to satisfy.

So I started really making out with her foot; kissing it all over, caressing it, rubbing it against my bare chest. Mom was moaning and groping her tits, pinching her nipples. “Yes, Mallory, YES,” she gasped.

I needed to give her other foot some love, so I grabbed it and went to work. Then I had a sudden urge to get really freaky, so I took Mom’s big toe into my mouth and sucked it.

“Oh, GOD!” she cried, her body giving this massive jerk.

Then she pulled her foot away and sat up, staring at me. “Mallory, I c-can’t take any more. Please, you have to, to help me… finish. I need it, I really do. PLEASE, sweetie!”

As if I’d have told her no! “Okay, Mom,” I said with a smile, patting her shoulder. “Lie back down.”

She arranged herself, her legs wide open… and her cunt was, too. It hypnotized me, drew me to her like a gesturing hand, inviting me to taste. Stretching out between those soft, silky thighs, I covered her pussy with my mouth, kissing it with all the love in my heart. All the lust, too!

She was so juicy! I mean, the whole lower part of my face was dripping after just a few kisses, like I’d been feasting on a ripe peach. Wanting more, I pushed my tongue into her, then licked around and around the opening to Mom’s vagina.

What I really wanted was to spend something like an hour or two making love to my mother in every way I knew, but her need to come was so intense, I was afraid she might have a stroke or something if I made her wait any longer. So I took a few more big, sloppy licks, then traveled up to her clit and started sucking it.

That was when Mom went off. WOW! She was thrashing around, her hands opening and closing, whipping her head from side to side. I just hung on for dear life, trying to stay with her until she was done. She didn’t scream or anything like that. It was more like a humming sound, not even very loud.

My plan was to make Mom come a second time. Oh, yeah, it was totally me showing off. Wanting to impress her, you know? But after a minute or so, she gave my shoulder a little squeeze. “That’s enough, sweetheart,” she said. “Come cuddle with me.”

I crawled into Mom’s arms. We hugged, then I gazed into her eyes. “Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” she replied, “and that was amazing. Your father never made me feel like that. To tell the truth, I don’t think he cares much for sex.” She sighed. “I swear, you’re the only worthwhile thing I got out of marriage.” With a smile, she added, “Worth it.”

“Thanks,” I replied, smiling back. “Um, Mom? You don’t have to get back to studying right away, do you?”

“No, I’m pretty much caught up,” she replied. “Is there something special you want to do?”

Touching my lips to Mom’s shoulder, I hugged her close. “Just this.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” she said. “I’d be delighted. Your bed is kind of small, though. What say we move this cuddle party to my queen-size?”

So we went to Mom’s room and got cozy in her bed.

“Mom,” I said after awhile, “can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure, sweetie.”

“It’s about me and Julie,” I said. “Remember I told you how we have an agreement not to have sex with someone else, unless we’re both there? And you get to be an exception to that for now.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Well… I love making love to you, but I think we both have to agree that it’s not forever. I have a girlfriend, and you’ll be dating again sooner or later. Know what I mean?”

“Yes, sweetheart, I do know. I’ve thought about it some already. If you feel like you can’t keep doing this without being unfaithful to Julie, I’ll understand. I’ll always be glad, because it’s set me free. I know what I am now, and I can be myself without feeling ashamed.”

I hugged her hard. “That’s great, Mom. I don’t think we have to stop just yet. But let me ask you something else. It’s kind of important. Do you think Julie’s hot?”

“Oh, of course she is. I can totally see why you’d want her for a girlfriend…” Mom’s voice trailed off, her eyes suddenly huge as the true meaning of my words sank in. She stared at me for a moment, then said, “You’re kidding.”

I placed my hand between Mom’s legs, gently cupping her pussy. “Absolutely not.”

***

We went to church this morning, the last time Mom plans to attend. Church always feels awkward to me these days, because when I’m at Home One I go with Dad, and Mom sits by herself in a different row of pews. Then when I’m at Home Two, I go with Mom, and Dad sits by himself in a different row of pews. Well, after today I’ll only be doing church half the time. That is, until I break the news to Dad that I don’t believe anymore. Not looking forward to that conversation AT ALL… but if I don’t say anything, he’ll expect me to attend every week with him.

By the way, Mom and Dad are close to finalizing the divorce. I’m not sure what kind of settlement agreement they’ve come to or anything like that, but I’m pretty sure they’re almost ready to sign papers.

After church we returned to the apartment, and thirty minutes later, the entryway buzzer sounded. We buzzed Julie in, and after the apartment door was safely closed behind her, I took my girlfriend into my arms and passionately kissed her in front of my mother for the first time.

Our tongues met as we held each other tightly. Then I lowered my hands, cupping Julie’s ass cheeks, giving them a playful squeeze. While my mouth was engaged with Julie’s, I glanced over at Mom.  She had both hands folded in front of her, fingers interlaced and working restlessly, her cheeks flushed.

Breaking off our kiss, Julie turned towards Mom. “Hi, Mrs. Kalvornek,” she said, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“I…” Mom seemed at a loss for words. She gave her head a hard little shake, then said, “Um, at this point, I think it’s okay for you to call me Sharon.”

Disengaging myself from Julie’s embrace, I took her hand and guided her over by the sofa, where Mom was standing. I reached out for Mom’s hand and brought it to Julie’s, linking them together. Mom seemed unsure what to do next, but Julie had things under control. Twisting her hand around, she interlaced her fingers with Mom’s, then stepped forward, tilting her chin upwards.

That snapped Mom out of her daze. She leaned in, letting her lips brush Julie’s. My heart was racing like crazy as Julie wrapped her free arm around Mom’s waist, trailing open-mouthed kisses across Mom’s cheek, then along her jawline. When Julie’s questing mouth reached her chin, Mom dipped down to capture her in a heated kiss.

This sudden boldness seemed to drive Julie wild with lust. She seized Mom’s ass with both hands, pulling their bodies tightly together as she the kiss deepened, their tongues flickering in and out of each other’s mouths. Julie’s restless, grasping hands went lower, kneading the back of Mom’s thighs, then gathering the blue fabric of her church dress and hoisting it up to waist level.

Then Julie slid her hands right into Mom’s panties, caressing her luscious ass. Mom, getting into the spirit of things, returned the favor, thrusting her hands right down the back of Julie’s pants! They were pretty tight, but I could see Mom’s fingers kneading and groping Julie’s butt as best she could.

My hands were shaking with excitement as  I undid the buttons on the back of my dress, pulled it over my head, and threw it over my shoulder. I shoved my panties down and off, kicking them away, then let myself fall back into the recliner. My body was hot and throbbing, ready for action, but something amazing and special was happening, and for the moment I just wanted to sit and take it all in. My eyes were glued to the mind-blowing scene in front of me as I lightly massaged my labia with the tip of a finger, creating a very light friction on my clit. Little jolts of pleasure surged through me with every stroke.

Now Julie was nuzzling and kissing my mother’s neck. Mom’s head was thrown back, little whimpers escaping her lips. Julie had pushed Mom’s panties down, exposing her glorious ass. I could see Julie’s fingers glide along the edge of Mom’s butt crack.

I was so caught up in the action that I didn’t notice when Julie turned her head towards me. “Enjoying the show?” she teased. Her fingertips never ceased their roving.

I grinned. “You have NO idea.”

Mom flicked her eyes in my direction. “You know you can come join us, sweetheart.”

“I know, but I’m having fun just watching,” I said. “Maybe we should take this into your bedroom, though.”

“Yeah, let’s,” said Julie. “I need to lie down… my legs are getting shaky.”

“Works for me,” Mom said. Withdrawing her hands from Julie’s pants, she tried to take a step, and almost toppled over. “Whoops!” she said, giggling like a schoolgirl. No wonder – Mom’s panties were still halfway down her thighs.

“I got this,” Julie proclaimed, dropping to her knees. Her head disappeared under Mom’s dress, and I had to stifle a chuckle at the memory of her doing the exact same thing with Megan Frost’s skirt not that long ago. I could see the shape of her head moving up and down, the dress riding with it. I couldn’t hear any kissing sounds, so I figured she must be doing some licking.

Whichever it was, Mom sure seemed to be getting high on it! She was swaying back and forth, her breath shallow and uneven. Meanwhile, Julie had taken hold of the waistband of Mom’s panties and was sliding them down until they fell to ring her ankles.

Julie’s head reappeared from beneath the dress, and she grinned up at Mom. “It’s kinda dark under there,” she said, “but I can see good enough to know you have a beautiful pussy!” She paused. “Er… is it okay for me to say that?”

Mom let out a shaky laugh. “Honey, you can say anything you want.” She extended both hands to Julie. “If we’re gonna fuck, let’s call it what it is.”

Her eyes widening in surprise, Julie took Mom’s hands in her smaller ones, letting Mom help her to stand. “Um, okay.” Suddenly grinning, she added, “C’mon, then – let’s go fuck!”

Carefully stepping out of her panties and high heels, Mom led Julie towards the bedroom, tossing a glance over her shoulder towards me. “Coming, sweetheart?” Whatever nervousness she’d felt earlier seemed to have vanished completely.

Launching myself from the chair, I followed the others to Mom’s room, closing the door behind me. Mom had an arm around Julie, the other reaching in my direction, drawing me into a three-way embrace. Julie turned to engage me in a frenzied kiss.

Mom was taking down Julie’s pants, then stuffed a hand into her leggings, using the other to fondle my bare ass. I gave a happy sigh as she moved in to nibble my earlobe, then Julie’s.

Fed up with being the only one naked, I began tugging on the bottom of Julie’s shirt. She broke away from Mom and stepped back, arms raised high as I tugged it over her head. As I flung the shirt off into parts unknown, Mom settled to her knees, tucking her thumbs beneath the waistband of Julie’s rainbow leggings. She turned her face up to meet my girlfriend’s eyes. “May I take these off?”

Julie nodded so hard I thought she might dislocate her neck. “Oh God… yes, please!”

Mom tugged the multi-hued garment down, taking the panties along with it. I immediately noticed something different: the light coating of hair on Julie’s mound was gone.

“Whoa! Did you shave?” I blurted.

She grinned at me. “I figured since this was a special occasion, I’d give it a try. You like?”

Coming closer, I slid my fingers down to Julie’s belly, then ran them across her smooth-shaven mound, caressing the silky lips. The heat in my body went up a notch when I found moisture along the edge of her slit. “I do like,” I said. It came out husky and low.

Mom was still kneeling at my side, her eyes at the level of Julie’s belly. She brought one hand to caress Julie’s left hip, then trailed it around the back, giving her ass cheek a playful squeeze. Her other hand covered mine while I was still teasing Julie’s slit.

Mom’s fingers slid past mine, making contact with my girlfriend’s cunt. She went in further than I had , two fingers slipping between the folds to explore. “Oh, honey, you’re so wet,” she breathed.

“Bet I am,” a dazed Julie mumbled. I was still teasing her outer lips with a finger, stroking just above the hidden clitoris. Switching to a circular motion, I applied a hint of pressure. Julie went up onto her toes, sucking her breath in between her teeth.

“Fuck her, Mom,” I said as my fingers finally slipped between the gooey labia, directly engaging Julie’s clit. I buried my face in her neck, planting little kisses and love bites.

Mom’s hand moved, and I could tell she’d slipped at least one finger inside, because Julie was gasping for breath, little whimpers occasionally escaping, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. I stroked Julie’s clitoris in that medium-fast rhythm she tends to favor, still giving her neck tender kisses and the occasional playful bite. Mom matched my pace, her hand brushing against mine with every thrust.

Wanting more, I kissed my way down to Julie’s chest licking and sucking her nipples. My girlfriend’s whimpers were turning into moans.

Suddenly Mom moved my hand to one side. Gazing up at Julie, she said, “I want to taste you.” Julie could only nod, her face flushed with passion. Mom tried to go for it from her kneeling position, but the difference in height made the angle too awkward. She rose to her feet and swept Julie up, taking two steps forward to deposit her on the edge of the bed. Julie spread her knees wide apart, feet touching the carpet..

I’d seen my girlfriend naked more than a few times, but I never tire of seeing her opened wide like this, the interior of her pussy on full display. Julie knew exactly what she was up to, wearing a bad-girl smile on her face that said it all. God, I was wet, so much I felt it oozing down my inner thighs.

As for Mom, she was practically hypnotized by the sight of Julie’s cunt. Getting back down on her knees, she traced the smoothly shaven slit with the tip of her index finger. “Beautiful,” she whispered. “My God… I can’t believe how beautiful girls are.” Once more, Mom eased two fingers into Julie’s vagina, then dipped down to take the inflamed clit between her lips.

“Oh! Oh, Sharon, th-that’s SO good… don’t stop!” Julie cried, moving her hips in time with Mom’s steady strokes. As for me, I got onto the bed and went right back to what I’d been doing, teasing Julie’s nipples with my teeth and tongue.

“Kiss me, Mallory,” she pleaded.

I brought my face to hers and lips engaged, Julie’s tongue darting into my mouth. Her arms encircled my shoulders, holding as if she was afraid I was about to flee the room. No fear of that!

The kiss didn’t last long. Julie abruptly broke away, mumbling, “Oh fuck… oh, fuck… oh, FUCK…” She brought a hand to my head, pressing my cheek tightly against hers. Then she nearly deafened me with a scream, her body jerking wildly.

After about a minute, she lay still. Her grip on my head loosened, and I looked up to see Mom resting her head on Julie’s belly, dreamy-eyed, a huge smile on her juicy lips. I beckoned to her, and she clambered onto the bed on the opposite side of Julie. I slid my hand around the back of Mom’s head and pulled her to me in a lust-filled kiss, reveling in the taste of pussy on her lips.

Breaking apart we both looked down at Julie, who was smiling up at us. “Mallory must have taught you good,” she said, “cause you’re great at that, Sharon!”

“Um, thanks, Julie,” Mom replied with a shaky laugh. “It’s true – Mallory really knows what she’s doing!”

“Well, now it’s time for me to show MY stuff,” Julie said. “I wanna taste you, Sharon.”

Mom got off the bed without a word, the blue dress coming over her head and off, followed by her bra. Now naked, she made as if to get back on the bed, but Julie held up a hand. “Stay right where you are!” She scooted off the bed and knelt at Mom’s feet.

With their positions reversed, the proportions worked out better. Julie was exploring my mother’s lower half – licking the creases of her legs, placing a few feather-light kisses on her mound, then back down again before Mom could get too excited.

Mom’s eyes were glazed with desire, and she was getting unsteady on her feet as Julie caressed her thighs. “Young lady,” she got out, putting on a stern expression. “you’re as bad a tease as your girlfriend here.”

Julie grinned up at her, looking anything but apologetic. But I guess she decided to show some pity, cause then she buried her tongue between Mom’s pussy lips, working it up and down.

“Ohhhh!” Mom wailed. Julie brought a hand into play, deftly sliding two fingers into Mom’s cunt, making her cry out even louder.

Mom looked as if she might keel over at any moment, so I got up from the bed and wrapped both arms around her from behind. I cupped her breasts, then fondled them lovingly, occasionally  pinching her nipples. Acting on impulse, I began nibbling my way along her shoulder blades, up one and down the other. I’m not sure why it occurred to me to do that, but it seemed to kick Mom’s pleasure up a notch. She was mumbling, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” over and over, rising up onto the balls of her feet and then going back down again. I just kept doing what I was doing.

Then Mom was on tiptoe, crying out with every breath. “Oh! Oh, oh oh, OH OH OHHHH fuck oh fucking GOD!” She doubled over, hands clasping Julie’s head, tearing herself out of my arms. I wasn’t done with Mom yet, though. Going down on my knees, I nuzzled and kissed her ass, burying my face in those lovely soft cheeks as she bucked in the throes of what must have been one amazing orgasm.

Suddenly Mom staggered past a still-kneeling Julie and collapsed prone on the bed, gasping for breath as if she’d just run a marathon.

By then I was a throbbing, tangled-up ball of lust, and the sight of my naked mother stretched out on the bed, flushed a rosy pink, legs spread enough to display her cunt… well, it made me kinda crazy. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled the back of Mom’s thigh and began to grind my pussy into her with furious abandon. God, did it ever feel good!

Then Julie was at my side, pulling me towards her, toppling me off Mom and onto the bed. Apparently one pussy wasn’t enough to satisfy her hunger, because she shoved her face between my legs and started licking me with everything she had.

“Oh, fuck, Julie!” I blurted.

Mom rolled onto her side, face propped on her elbow, taking in the show with a sleepy little smile on her lips. It occurred to me that this had to be the first time she’d ever watched someone else have sex.

That was my last coherent thought. Powerful sensations overtook me, crashing down from above like the wrath of God. My hips pumped furiously, my breath hissing through gritted teeth. And when Julie slipped a finger into me, I came a second time, hot on the heels of the first. My thighs came together, locking Julie’s head between them as I thrashed and howled, beating the bed with my fists. Finally, it subsided, and I went completely limp.

Floating back down to Earth, I became aware of a choked cry on my left. I let my eyes drift open, and there was Mom lying back, frantically masturbating, her hand a blur between her legs. Her breasts were heaving, sweat shone on her face, and her moans were getting louder.

Julie came up from between my legs and moved in to take Mom’s left nipple into her mouth. I reached over to take the other one between finger and thumb, giving it a squeeze. Mom exploded in her second orgasm of the afternoon, a single long wail ricocheting off the walls.

We were pretty much wiped out after that, so the three of us settled down in bed… Mom in the middle, me and Julie framing her like bookends.

“My God, that was incredible,” Mom said. “This last week… honestly, I don’t even have any words. I can’t see myself going back to men ever again.” She sighed. “I’ll tell you what I didn’t see coming, though: this… this attraction I have for young girls. You two, of course. But also, um, others. It worries me.”

I sat up. “Don’t you feel that way about women, too?”

“Well, sure… but it’s different. I’m not sure I can put it into words, how it’s different. But I notice girls more than women right now, I think. My God, this sweet young thing I saw at the mall the other day! About thirteen or so, with bright red hair, wearing this pretty green dress that really showed off her legs…” She fell silent for a moment, then continued. “I’ve always liked looking at pretty girls, but it never felt like a sexual thing. Guess it was, though.” She glanced at me, then Julie. “That’s messed up, huh?”

“Well, I don’t think so,” Julie said, going up on an elbow. “You can’t help who you like.”

“Yeah, Mom,” I chimed in. “If you followed that girl at the mall into the bathroom and tried to – to have sex with her, that would be bad, but there’s no way you’d EVER do something like that.”

“Tell you what, Sharon,” Julie added, her eyes dancing with mischief, “the next time you’re out shopping and some underage girl gets you all hot and bothered, come home and get Mal to give me a call. I’ll rush right over, then the two of us will make you forget all about those mall brats.”

“Oh, absolutely,” I said. “We’re probably better than they are at eating pussy, anyway.”

“Yeah, we know what we’re doing!” Julie announced, then we exchanged a high-five.

By then, Mom was giggling like crazy. “God, you two are awful.” Reaching out for us, she added, “But I love you both.”

We settled back into her embrace, and Julie nuzzled Mom’s cheek. “Aw, that’s sweet. I love you too, Sharon.” She winked at me. “AND you, by the way.”

“Cool,” I murmured, taking her hand. “Looks like everyone’s in love.”

We didn’t talk very much after that, just cuddled together for a long time, happy as can be. I could have spent the rest of the day lying there, but Julie had to get home, and Mom needed to study for a test on Monday. So we took turns cleaning up in the tiny shower, got dressed and shared some very steamy goodbye kisses.

“Same time next week?” Julie said just before opening the front door.

“Oh, absolutely,” Mom replied, giving her a pat on the butt.

After that, Mom got into her textbooks, while I took out this diary and wrote about what happened today. It took awhile, but I finally finished an hour after dinner. Think I’ll put in some more practice on the guitar, then turn in. Bet I sleep like a baby tonight…

***

Soon to come: Chapter Thirty!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far: Holly, an experienced lesbian at age thirteen, is vacationing with her mum on an ocean liner, the Jade Princess. The trip is boring at first, but quickly livens up when Holly gets acquainted with two gay crew members – Anna, a barmaid, and Julie, a cashier in one of the ship’s gift shops — as well as a girl her own age: shy, geeky Jessica. Holly flirts with or fucks all three at various points, with the promise of more to come. Suddenly, what promised to be a dull vacation has become a most enjoyable experience.

The next day, Holly leaves the ship with Jessica to visit a quiet beach with a few other tourists. There, the two girls slip away to couple for the first time, but soon afterward, the area is invaded by Somalian pirates. Jessica makes her way back to the jeep, but cannot persuade the driver to wait for Holly, who is left behind. 

Holly manages to get hold of a gun and defends herself as best she can, but to no avail — she is taken, transported to the pirates’ camp, and thrown into a cage. One other prisoner is already there, a beautiful young black woman named Makeda who, as it transpires,  is the direct descendant of the Queen of Sheba and successor to the throne. They are immediately attracted to one another, and make love on the spot before falling asleep.

The next day, Makeda’s people raid the pirate camp to free their queen. Naturally, Makeda insists on Holly being brought along. After a trek of several days, they reach Makeda’s village. There is some resistance to the queen taking a white, female lover, especially from a tribe elder, but Makeda is adamant that her wishes be honored.

Holly and Makeda love each other very much, but Holly knows she must return to her family, who have no idea where she is. Makeda is devastated, but agrees to let her lover go. Shortly thereafter, a helicopter takes a heartbroken Holly away.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by kinkys_sis

Chapter Four: Band-Maid

The journey to the coast was long and hard. The truck lurched and jolted continuously, mile after mile, but I hardly felt it. My heart was desolate.

We arrived at an airport, where I was told a plane was standing by to take me to South Africa. I felt somewhat conspicuous – a white girl in native clothing – but nobody seemed to pay me any mind. The cruise ship was now berthed at Cape Town, awaiting my return.

But first, I had questions to answer. I spent hours with the police while they pieced my story together. At first, they doubted my account of how the pirates had died at the beach. They didn’t believe a young white girl was capable of defending herself against armed thugs. The barman, though, had seen our security guard die, so I was the only one left to fight. There were no other witnesses, so in the end they shrugged and accepted my story.

The native clothing I wore was harder to explain. I think the police suspected that I was holding back details about my rescuers, but in the end, they stopped pressing me for information. I’d committed no crime, and they had no legal justification to detain me any further.

 ***

It was early evening when we landed. My mother, along with some of the ship’s officers, was waiting for me at the airport. Her happiness at my return wasn’t enough to compensate for the strain she’d endured. We both cried as we hugged. When we pulled apart, she was taken aback by my strange attire, but her only comment was that I looked different. Beautiful, yet … more grown up, somehow.

We had to fight our way through the gaggle of reporters clamouring for a story. The non-stop flashing of their cameras nearly blinded me. A wedge of policemen cleared the way until we were safely pressed into a stretch limo that seemed to be half a mile long.

When we drew up alongside the gangway, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Hundreds of cheering and waving passengers pressed against the ship’s railings.

The captain stood waiting to greet me. “We applaud your safe return, Miss, but I’m afraid the story of your adventures and your heroism preceded you,” he said. “If you’re tired and would prefer to be alone with your mother, I’m sure everyone will understand. Otherwise, should you choose to honour us with your presence, there will be a reception in the main lounge in about half an hour.”

I hadn’t expected anything like this. Nor could I understand why the captain was bending over backwards to be so nice to a young girl.

“I’m fine with that, sir,” I said, “but if the reception could be in an hour instead, that would be even better. I need a shower and a few words with my mum.”

“Yes, quite. An hour it is, then.”

While I’d been away, it turned out that Mum had met my friends Jessica, Anna and Julie. They’d been worried about me. It was Julie who explained that the cruise line was afraid of being sued for having failed to take better care of its passengers and almost getting a young girl killed. That’s why they were trying so hard to be nice to me.

“Mum, it wasn’t the fault of anyone on the ship. The driver panicked, and he worked for some tour company, not the cruise line. The security guard was very brave. He died trying to help me. I can’t blame the captain for anything.”

The reception was a rather boring affair. I decided to wear my native dress, which I’d become quite attached to… though by the time I returned to the ship, it very much needed to be washed.

Everyone wanted to hear about my ordeal, and I quickly grew tired of answering the same questions over and over. The captain suggested I might give a brief speech describing my adventure. I was happy to do that, though I obviously made no mention of Makeda or my relationship with her.

Anna handed me a glass of what looked like lemonade, but a sip told me it was some sort of bubbly white wine. I had no idea what it was, only that it was delicious.

Jessica told me there was a surprise coming up. She blushed furiously when I replied, “What – you, Anna, Julie and me are gonna get naked together?”  No doubt about it, I was back in my own world again!

She rolled her eyes. “Is that all you ever think of? No, you told me before about the kind of music you like. I passed that along to Julie, she told the entertainments officer, and he found a band appearing in Capetown. They’re here just for you. I think you’re gonna like them.”

The entertainments officer looked a little apprehensive from where he stood in front of the stage curtains. “I realise the band we have for our special guest might not be everyone’s cup of tea,” he said, “but it is Miss Holly’s evening, so I trust you will permit the break from our regular entertainment.” He raised an arm. “We have a band that I understand our guest of honor is familiar with. Please welcome, all the way from Japan–” he glanced at an index card held in his left hand – ”um, Band-Maid.”

Band-Maid!? I was quivering with excitement as an usher hustled me towards the stage. The curtains opened, and I squealed in astonishment. Oh, fuck! I’d downloaded every note of their music, so seeing them live on this side of the world was the thrill of a lifetime.

Saiki, the lead singer, pointed down at me. “For Holly!” she screamed out. “What favourite song?”

“‘Freedom’,” I yelled, “or ‘From Now On’. Shit! Anything you feel like playing, I’m down with it.”

“‘From Now On’ very noisy, but for you we play little bit. You like Kitana?” she asked, pointing at the lead guitarist.

Did I like Kitana? God, she was only one of the most awesome rock guitarists in the world, and one of the sexiest. Many’s the time I’d fingered myself to hot, sweaty fantasies where the two of us fucked each other silly. It was rumoured that she was into girls, which only made me lust after her even more.

My heart pounded as Kitana strutted across the stage towards me. Bending to look closer, she covered her mic and exclaimed, “Fuck, you hot, girl!”

She pointed her guitar at me and yelled out, “Yeah! For Holly!” Then she began to play.

She was incredible, even better than I remembered. Her fingers were a blur, and her eyes never left me. She loomed just above, moving her body to the music, giving me the occasional peek at her knickers. Kitana’s sudden grin told me she knew I was looking up her flying skirt.

They only played about a third of the song’s instrumental passage before ending it with a mighty crescendo. I wondered how many in the audience noticed the way Kitana sucked her finger and pointed it at me. By then, I knew those lesbian rumours had to be true.

I wasn’t sure whether Kitana was really attracted to me, or if she was just being a tease. I mean, was that actually something she did – hit on girls in the audience? Then, Saiki broke into “Freedom,” and Kitana backed away.

A couple of numbers later, Miku ran over, leaned down and spoke to me. “I see you singing the words. You know ‘Choose Me’?” I gave a quick nod, and she reached down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up onto the stage. “You sing with Kitana. She like you!”

The girls often sang in a tight huddle – I’d seen it in their videos. Now they did just that, with me wedged in the middle. What no one could see, at least I hoped not, was what Kitana was doing – pressing her body into mine as I sang. I pushed my bum back in response. There was amusement in her voice when she spoke in my ear, “When I see you before, you look more at my knickers than at my guitar. You like look at my knickers, I think.” Then she grabbed my arse cheek and gave it a playful squeeze.

The whole band moved in one fluid motion as we rocked to the rhythm, and I did my best to move with them. I was facing Kitana as I sang. Her eyes bored into mine, watching me closely as she pressed her hand against my pussy. She grinned when I thrust my hips forwards, grinding into her fingers.

What a fucking turn-on! I was getting my pussy rubbed in front of more than a few hundred people, and they weren’t aware of it.

The song was nearing its climax, though I hadn’t quite got there myself. But Kitana suddenly pulled me low, giving me a brief but very hot tongue kiss. “You want we play after show?” she asked.

I didn’t get the chance to answer. Saiki grabbed my hand and pushed me to the front of the band. “You sing now!” she shouted at me.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was Kitana feeling me up. I didn’t care. I gave the song everything I had, singing for all I was worth. So, okay, the guitars probably disguised my unskilled voice, but I thought I pulled it off well enough.

Back on the lounge floor, Mum and the girls hugged me. “We’ve got a rock star here, guys,” Julie said. “Our sexy little friend’s been holding out on us.”

It must have been her tone of voice when she said sexy, but Mum glanced at Julie with a puzzled look on her face. Then she seemed to dismiss whatever thought she’d had with a shrug.

To my surprise, Band-Maid actually went down quite well, considering how many older people were in the audience. They certainly received a hearty round of applause when they finished.

As the curtain began to close, I saw Kitana point at the side entrance of the stage. I got the signal.

Turning to the others, I said, “I’ve been invited backstage, Mum, guys. I’ll see you all in a while.”

I paused when I got to the doorway. It suddenly felt wrong. It would be like cheating on Makeda. But no, she’d told me to lead a normal life. Well, for me there was no better way of getting back to that than accepting what Kitana was offering.

All the Band-Maid members cheered when I entered their small dressing room. Each one of them hugged me in turn. Kitana made sure she was last. They had to know she liked girls. And they’d most likely seen the way I’d responded to her on stage.

Sure enough, everyone was smiling when I stepped into Kitana’s waiting arms. She wasn’t shy in front of the rest of the band, either, pulling me into a hard kiss.

The rest of the girls whistled, and Kitana gave them the finger. She broke the kiss. “We rock on stage. You like if we rock some more?” she asked as she reached up to squeeze my tits.

She laughed as I began to unfasten my buttons. The rest of the girls went off to the shower room, giggling.

“You ever fuck any of them?” I asked her, watching them go.

“Some. But I never before get to with pretty young girl like you. I was told you very brave girl, fight hard. I like hard. Now we fuck.”

The African covering that I had chosen to keep on for the evening dropped to the floor, leaving me nude. Her eyes took in my bare body, then darted up to my face. “Nothing under pretty dress, just sexy body. You bad girl… I like.”

She shrugged out of her dress to reveal a sheer black bra and matching panties. It was barely a moment before they were gone, too. I didn’t know it then, but I would learn with time that almost all Japanese girls have masses of black hair adorning their pussies. Kitana was no exception. She waited patiently while I ran my fingers through her soft curls.

She laughed. “You do this to other girls before, I think.” Then she pushed me backwards onto the sofa. She didn’t get on top as I expected she would, but went down on her knees, burying her face between my legs. “Lovely pussy for Kitana to lick,” she murmured, using her fingers to open my cunt before thrusting her tongue deep inside. It searched and caressed, savouring me. Finally she pulled away, but just a little. Her fingers opened me even wider, and I could feel her warm breath on my clit. “Is beautiful,” she said. Then she was sucking me there.

Kitana went crazy. She played my cunt like she played her guitar – fast and furious. It was a wild, exhilarating ride that quickly had me reaching orgasm. She read me well, lapping at my clit even faster as I came. My body rose and tightened, then went rigid as waves of pleasure crashed down, one after the other. She raised her face, but kept pumping her fingers. I was only vaguely aware that she was looking up at me, but I did hear her say, “Yes girl, you come for Kitana. You come good!”

She crawled up my body until our mouths met. Her kisses were hot and sticky on my lips, and she kept whispering, telling me how sexy I was, how good my pussy tasted. I hugged her tightly for a few minutes until my heartbeat slowed to a steady pace.

Kitana gave a delighted squeal when I suddenly rolled her over. I looked down into her smiling face just as I pushed myself between her legs. She spread them wide, so our pussies were grinding together. “Now it’s your turn,” I told her.

Suddenly I thought of Makeda and hesitated, unable to stop the tears that came to my eyes. Thankfully, Kitana didn’t notice.

I hugged her tighter, squeezing her tits between us, then cupped one. “Harder,” she said when I twisted a nipple between my fingers.

Our hips were pressed together, her slit touching mine, but Kitana wanted more. “I can’t feel your pussy hard enough,” she said, shaking her head. “We need cross legs.”

I knew just what she meant, despite her shaky English. It was one of the sex positions my sister and I liked best. I swung myself around, our legs criss-crossed, and our pussies met. Kitana sort of glared at me. “Fuck hard, baby girl,” she said. “Show me you tough like they say. I like hard fuck.”

So I started rubbing against her with everything I had. My pussy would be sore the next day, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I had a broken heart to fuck away. Life went on.

We ground our pussies hard and fast. Kitana shouted at me in Japanese. God only knows what she said. Who even cared? Her hips pumped like crazy, legs lifting her higher, taking me along for the ride. She shrieked louder than she ever did onstage, and we shuddered as we came.

Lying there in a sweaty daze, we were treated to a round of applause. I opened my eyes to find the other four band members gathered round, all smiling. Yukio, the bass player, bent and kissed me, then spoke in my ear, “You fuck Kitana good. Not many do that with her. She like you, Holly.” Nuzzling my cheek, she added, “Maybe we meet again, and you hang with me. Sometime I like girls, too.”

After a couple of minutes, Kitana and I got up. I would’ve liked to spend more time with her and the band, but they had to leave soon. There was a gig waiting for them in Johannesburg the next day, and a couple of helicopters were standing by, ready to take Band-Maid and their crew north. So Kitana and I exchanged one last kiss, She hastened off to the shower, and I returned to my cabin. I was tired, and it had been a long day, capped by my encounter with Kitana.

 ***

I stood in the shower a long time, the tingling blast of the water slowly reviving my aching body. Then I wrapped myself in a towel and padded back into the cabin. The travel bag Makeda’s people had given me still sat where I’d left it on the bed.

I couldn’t be bothered to unpack sensibly. I simply upended the bag and dumped it out. Not that there was very much in it. Just my bikini, the old shirt I’d made my escape in and – wait, what was this? A small pouch-like bag I’d never seen before.

I teased the tight knot apart and opened the neck of the bag. The overhead light instantly sparkled on the contents. Slowly, I tipped them into my hand. There were too many to hold, spilling onto the bed. At least a hundred diamonds, bright red rubies, deep blue sapphires and other assorted jewels gleamed at me. I sat there, just staring down at what I knew had to be a fortune in precious stones. How much, I had no idea. Then I saw the little note.

Quickly unfolding it, I read the contents, tears welling in my eyes. It said:

Wealth cannot alone bring happiness, but it can help if used wisely… and I know you are wise.

You captured the heart of a queen. A queen who will never forget you. I hope you will never forget her.

But, my white angel, you live in a different world than mine. Do not let the love you feel for me ruin your life. Cherish the memory of our union, but tuck it away in a closed space in your heart. Something to think of from time to time, but not to dwell on too deeply.

I am told you will come again. I believe that and cherish the thought of the joy we may share again. It will, perhaps once again be brief. It matters not. I wait until that day.

Makeda, your Queen.

My fingers trailed through the pile of jewels. Among them was a small paper package tied with a tiny white ribbon. I gasped at the sapphire it contained. The stone was as big as the ball of my thumb, expertly faceted, and – appropriately, I thought – shaped like a teardrop. The little note it was wrapped in said, This one is for you to keep. Let it be a reminder of the one who will always love you.

I hung the DO NOT DISTURB sign on my door. I needed to be alone. Just me with the memory of my queen, thinking about everything we had shared.  

***

The years rolled by. Now I was twenty-one. I’d completed my studies, passing out of Oxford with an honours degree in economics. At my instruction and while I continued my studies, my mother and sister, supported by the gradual sale of my jewels, had established a charitable organisation dedicated to economic development in the poor countries of the world. I abhorred anything to do with political manoeuvring, and did my level best to avoid it. My sole aim was to help those countries that made a genuine attempt to improve the lives of their people. I’d considered joining one of the larger international charities, but the wages they paid themselves were obscene. I soon decided it wasn’t for me.

My mother, my sister and my sister’s partner Steff worked tirelessly in many different areas that needed our assistance. We became one of the largest wholly private aid organisations in the world.

But I was tired. Tired of the turmoil in a world that seemed to shun any offers of genuine help and sick to death of the many factions that made life a misery for ordinary people. ISIS, jihadists, Hamas, Hezbollah, the many warring factions in Africa and so many more. How could they not see the suffering they brought to so many?

“Holly, you need to take a break,” my sister often told me. “You can’t take the problems of the world on your shoulders. Give yourself a vacation, for . We’ll look after things.”

I knew she was right. But how could I take a break? It wasn’t my way. There were always new situations that needed to be dealt with.

“Sis, seriously. You can’t solve everything on your own. Our organisation is running nicely, and we don’t need you here twenty-four-seven. If you burn yourself out, you’ll be no use to anyone.”

She was right, of course. I really had been letting things get to me, and now there was the problem in Israel and Lebanon to deal with. I was also concerned about the situation in Sudan, and how it had spilled over into Somalia and the surrounding areas.

It was now almost nine years since I’d left Makeda, my Ethiopian queen, but she’d never been far from my thoughts. As had become my habit, I unconsciously rubbed her sapphire, which I wore on a white-gold chain around my neck.

My sister’s words had struck a chord. I would go to Makeda. It was time. I wanted to be away. Would my queen still want me, or would I be an embarrassment to her now? I had to know.

Even my mother had somehow known this day would come.

 ***

I sent a message, not really expecting a reply. Yet there it was: Madinga will be there to meet you. Your queen awaits. 

Madinga looked many years older than I remembered. He greeted me as he would any royal subject. Yet, I swear I saw a tear in the corner of his eye. “My queen waits for you after so many years,” he said. “You have grown from a beautiful girl into a majestic woman. My queen will be…” He stumbled over whatever he wanted to say.

“Madinga, I am here. It’s enough, is it not?”

“Yes,” he replied with a nod. “For our Makeda, it is more than enough.”

We set off. Many heavily armed soldiers escorted our convoy of trucks. “These are dangerous times,” Madinga told me. “Only safe place is in our mountains.”

The countryside became more familiar as we ascended. My heart beat faster with each mile. Would she still love me? She could have a husband and children by now. I might have asked Madinga, but thought it better to wait and see for myself.

We entered a clearing where hundreds of warriors lined the way. They began to chant as we passed. It became quite deafening. Finally we drove into the centre of the crowd. The lorry stopped and I waited for the dust to settle.

And there she was, standing high above me, her loyal lion Nasi at her side. He sat rather than stood as he always used to. Nasi was getting quite old for a lion.

Makeda raised her hands to the heavens, and all went quiet. She shouted down at them. The many hundreds of voices roared in response. A long line of ostrich feathers had been laid out, forming a pathway to the queen. “You have returned home,” she said. “Come to me.”

I walked the line of feathers. Makeda held her hands out to me as I approached the steps before her. I carried the spear I’d been given to take home. It was now housed in a beautiful walnut case.

Just as I reached the stairs, the old priest stepped forward, miraculously still alive and no longer hidden away in his mountain church. He grasped my hand, holding me back. “You see,” he cackled, “I said you would come, just as long as you left first.” He let go of my hand, laughing to himself as he disappeared into the crowd, which parted to make way for him.

Makeda didn’t seem to have aged a day. She was as beautiful as ever. Reaching out to me, she smiled at the pendant on my breast. “My Holly. How I have waited.” She pulled me tightly into an embrace. We cried together, a release of emotions long suppressed.

It was the chanting that eventually caused us to turn to face the crowd of warriors. Holl-ee, they shouted, over and over. They had not forgotten me.

A small boy, holding Makeda’s skirt, stared up at me. “My son, the future king,” Makeda said. “The father is dead, there is no one else … only my dream.” Her words trailed away.

I had always been good at making quick decisions, but the one I made now surprised even me. “Makeda, I have come to ask this question: do you still want me to stay?”

She threw herself at me. “Do you really mean it? Are you to stay here with me… you and I, together at last?” I felt Nasi’s rough tongue lick my hand. He remembered me, too.

I smiled at Makeda through my tears. “Yes, my queen.”

We retired to her rather grand hut. She held me at arm’s length, and again she asked, “Do you still want me … just as I want you?”

“Makeda, there hasn’t been another, not for several years now. I am starved for love. I need to be fucked … fucked by the only one I ever truly loved.”

The Queen of Sheba gave me a long, searching look. “It is true. I see it in your eyes, you have truly come back to me. Are you to stay this time, or is this but a short visit?”

“I will stay! Now, will we make love again, yes? Just as we used to.”

And so we did. Frantically at first, caught up in the joy of being together once more. Then tenderly, an expression of the love we shared but had been denied for so long.

We gloried in each other’s bare bodies, fucking until we could fuck no more, then clinging together. Finally we slept.

 ***

Madinga led the small party of warriors, with Makeda and I travelling in the centre of the group. The steps carved into the sandstone were well trodden but clearly defined, leading us from one level to another. They curved many times as we descended into the heart of the mountain.

As we progressed, it grew darker. Madinga offered me an arm, quietly urging caution. We proceeded more slowly. After more torches were lit, I saw why. We had emerged into an enormous cavern, large as the nave of any cathedral.

Along the way, the geology had changed. No longer were we surrounded by walls of sandstone. This was solid rock, ancient as time itself. Pools of water appeared.  They looked shallow but in reality were many feet deep, a fact disguised by the clarity of the water.

Giant stalagmites and stalactites were on all sides, gleaming with dampness on their surfaces. I was puzzled. “If it’s only dry sandstone above us, where does the water all come from?”

“Many underground rivers and lakes in this area. They drain from the mountains to the north. It is possible to travel many miles down here, but we go only a short way,” Makeda answered.

“Go careful, this rock very easy to slip on. Many deep water holes and tunnels,” Madinga warned. He pointed to the far side of the cavern. “We go there.”

Soon we stood facing a mighty cliff, where an enormous crack had rent the stone face, wide enough for us to climb into, making our way deeper into the mountain. Again, the type of rock was changing.

“We now are in diamond, sapphire and ruby place. Gold is in different mine, but not far away,” Madinga said, pointing to an area of compacted but softer soil. “Look there, you find.”

I picked up several stones. “These look just like any other rocks to me,” I said. “I can see some crystal, but surely not diamond.”

One of the natives took several stones from me. After a quick check, he threw most of them aside, but two he held out to me. “Diamond,” he said.

I had no idea how he could see the difference. Madinga examined them. “Not so good, these. Is most likely yellow, but is diamond.”

I guess I’d been expecting to see easily discovered piles of glittering stones, but it didn’t take long for me to realise it was hard work, with only the occasional gemstone found.

Then a native shouted out excitedly. A line had appeared where he had used a bar to split away a harder section of stone. I could clearly see the red and blue tinges to the chips he collected from the resulting rubble.

Makeda grinned at me. “Sapphire. Good sapphire, maybe a few thousand dollars American after it is cleaned and cut.”

So it went. After a few more hours, we returned to the settlement, carrying a few hundred kilos of the mountain’s hidden treasures. For me, it was enough that I’d seen the famous mines, though I’d been impressed more by the sheer enormity of the caverns than in the actual search for precious stones.

***

Makeda and I quietly ran our business empire from the mountains of Ethiopia. We strove to do good, to work on behalf of peace. It was a futile exercise. Man did not want peace. I was beginning to understand that he never would.

But one hidden mountain retreat did know love. A retreat where one who knew where to look could find a black queen, a foreign white woman, strange and ancient Christian churches – and King Solomon’s mines.

 THE END  

 Afterword: If my readers find some elements of this story (particularly Chapter Two) a bit far-fetched, here’s a couple of short but quite true anecdotes.

Our grandpa grew up in East Africa, where his father worked. The family lived in Uganda, but Grandpa went to boarding school in Kenya. This was at the time of the Mau Mau uprising. Two incidents occurred when he was only ten or eleven years old.

Some of his fellow students lived locally, and he used to spend some weekends at the farm of his best friend’s family. One weekend he was on punishment and could not go, and on Monday came the news that the whole family had been massacred. Grandpa would have been there but for a twist of fate, the result of his own naughtiness.

The second incident occurred when the train taking him back to Uganda for the summer holiday was attacked by the Mau Mau as it was slowly making its way up a steep gradient. There were African Askaris (police) in each carriage, and the Askari next to my young grandpa was shot. Grandpa took up his gun and fired wildly at the attackers. He never knew for certain whether he actually hit or killed anyone, but the likelihood is he did. His father had taught him to shoot when they went hunting – for food, not for sport.

He told his parents it seemed like the natural reaction after they’d killed his best friend. He still says he felt better for it.

So, given the circumstances, youngsters can take up arms. They do, in many countries of the world.

I hope our descriptions of life aboard a cruise ship are reasonably accurate. Neither of us has ever been on one.

As for Band-Maid. Kitana (not her real name, which I changed to suit the JS rules) is a brilliant guitarist, even if she does look silly in her outfits. Is she gay? We have no idea, but what we do know is, there are a number of pics where she is clearly interfering with another band member’s clothes, and several in which she has her head underneath another’s skirt. She obviously likes lifting skirts … we can only come to one conclusion!

The story thus far: Kimberly Harcourt-Brown is a ten-year-old lesbian who has only ever had sex with her mother Arabella. As the story begins, she is being taken on a mystery getaway by her mum. Not long before their arrival, Kimmy finally gets the details of their trip. It seems that back when Arabella was at university, she and her four roommates/lovers made a vow of sorts: they would all strive to have daughters at around the same time, then teach them the ways of lesbian love when they were still little girls. And just before the girls entered their teen years, the four mothers would bring them to Grafton Lodge, a luxurious house they owned jointly, for a weekend of sexual abandon. Kimmy hasn’t seen any of her mum’s mates since she was too young to recall them, but she is still beside herself with delight.

Upon their arrival, the girls spend time getting to know their mothers’ friends, as well as each other, before meeting at the swimming pool. As the day passes, they learn which mums are attracted to which daughters, and who will share whose bed. It works out quite nicely, and no one is left without a partner. Kimmy is smitten by Lily’s mum Fiona, while Arabella has eyes for Lottie’s little girl Emily. Much flirting takes place.

That evening, after supper, a wicked game of hide and seek is proposed, one in which the ultimate objective is to pair each woman and girl with the bed partner they want most. The game results in tons of fun, the kind that churns up a lot of teasing, arousal and outright lust. Eventually, everyone is paired off, but did Kimmy get the lover she hoped for?

Cast of Characters:

Arabella (Bell) and daughter Kimberly (Kimmy) (10): Brunettes

Fiona (Fi) and daughter Lily (9): Redheads

Claire and daughter Izzy (11): Brunettes

Charlotte (Lottie) and daughter Emily (10) : Blondes

by Joe Dornish

A loud crashing noise rudely wrenched me out of my slumber.

I immediately sat up. “What, where…!”

A pair of soft arms twined around me. “Shhhh…it’s okay, my sweet. You’re in bed with me, remember?”

Fiona’s soft words and tender kisses quickly eased the shock. I nestled back into her bare body, once more blissfully content. “What was that noise?”

“A door banging, I think. Some of the others have gone downstairs.”

I gave a long, satisfying yawn. “Mmm. What time is it?”

“Half past ten. You slept for about half an hour.”

“Is that all? It felt like longer. Did you sleep?”

“No, sweetie, I was watching you sleep. It’s a lovely sight.”

“I need to wee,” I said. Fiona let me go, then I got up and padded into the bathroom.

While washing my hands, I heard Mum’s voice. I came out to find her standing in the doorway, wearing a fluffy white robe, probably naked underneath. She was chatting to Fiona who was still in bed.

When Mum saw me, she smiled. “Hey, honey… did you have a nice time?”

I went over and hugged her, “Yeah, it was brilliant.”

“Fiona told me you wore her out,” she said, tucking an errant strand of hair behind my ear.

“She did the same to me. My legs feel like jelly,” I said, then yawned again.

Mum laughed. “Oh, I’m tired too, believe me. Emily had so much energy I could hardly keep up with her.”

“Oh, gosh, I forgot about you and Emily. How was it?”

“Marvelous fun. She’s adorable… and a very good lover. I was just telling Fiona that we’re going to make hot chocolate before we go to bed. You can join us or stay here, whichever you’d prefer.”

I looked across at Fiona, “Shall we have some?”

“Who could possibly say no to hot chocolate?” she said with a broad grin.

“Not me! Okay, Mum, we’ll be down in a sec.”

Mum kissed me on the forehead, then left, making her way downstairs. I plonked myself in Fiona’s lap and wrapped both arms around her. “I really, really enjoyed myself,” I said.

Fiona hugged me and stroked my hair, “Me too, Kimmy, me too.”

“Do you think when this weekend is over, we could see each other again? Maybe you could come down to our house and visit?”

“I’d love to… and you are welcome to come and visit me and Lily anytime you wish.”

“Ooooh, yes! I’d like that a lot.”

“Right, then. Shall we go get some hot chocolate before it’s all gone?”

“Yes, definitely.”

In the bathroom there were two robes, one adult-sized and one child-sized. We put them on and went downstairs. The chattering of voices drew us to the kitchen, where we were the last to arrive.

Lily came running up to her mother and gave her a big hug. “I had sex with Claire, Mum! It was totally awesome, too,” she declared with a big grin.

Fiona kissed her and said, “When we go to bed you can tell me all about it. Maybe even show me some of the things you did.”

Like everyone else, Lily was in one of those fluffy white robes. Mum and Claire were at the island in the kitchen pouring out the hot chocolate, while everyone else stood around and waited patiently. They all seemed to have an after-sex glow about them, with messy hair, pink cheeks, silly grins and the occasional yawn. We were each handed a cup of lovely hot chocolate and went through to the lounge to drink it, although we were given stern warnings not to spill any.

I sat on a two-seater sofa and Izzy, who hadn’t bothered to tie her robe shut, plonked down next to me.  Of course, she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath. I was beginning to wonder if she just liked to have people see her naked.

“So how was it with Fiona?” she asked, quite matter-of-factly.

“Soooo good… It was brilliant! I didn’t manage to see what happened with anyone else. Did you get to be with Lottie?”

“Yeah, we had loads of fun. She’s bloody amazing.”

There was an awkward silence for a minute and then I said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Have you, er, started your period yet?”

“No, not yet. You?”

“No. There’s a girl in my class called Ashanta, she’s got hers already.”

“I can’t wait to get mine,” said Izzy.

“Really? I’m dreading mine. Ashanta says she always feels total crap. Why are you so keen to get yours?”

“Because Mum says that a year after I get my period, I can go on the pill.”

“The pill?”

“You know, the birth control pill.”

“Why would you need the birth control pill?”

“So I can have proper sex with my brother James. Like mum does.”

There was so much to unpack with that statement. I didn’t know where to begin.

“Wait, your mum has sex with James?”

“Uh-huh, she’s bisexual, and so am I. Right now Mum will only let me and James have oral sex, which is fun and stuff… but I really want to do a proper fuck with him.”

I was stunned; didn’t know what to say. Maybe it’s because I don’t fancy boys in that way, but I never imagined that a mum might have sex with her son.

Izzy studied me thoughtfully. “Does that shock you?”

“Yeah, a bit. But not in a bad way. I mean, it’s fine, you’re having fun and stuff.”

She giggled. “Yeah, we have lots of fun. He’s always horny, though.”

“What, is he, like, hard all the time?”

Izzy laughed, “No, not all the time. But a lot.”

“Oh, I see, sorry. I haven’t got a brother, I wouldn’t know.”

“Do you like boys?”

“Not that way. What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Being with a boy.”

“I’ve not had proper sex with him yet, we just do oral. But it’s fun, he comes loads.”

“Ooughh, it sounds icky.”

“It is a bit messy, but I like it. And Mum loves it when he comes inside her, she says it feels–”

“Kimmy? Izzy?” said Claire from across the room, “What do you two think?”

We hadn’t a clue what she was talking about, Izzy and I were too engrossed in our own conversation.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear… what was the question?” I asked.

Mum answered. “We’re talking about what to do tomorrow, sweetie. There are a few nice little villages near here, and one of them has a market on this weekend. We could spend the day looking around them and doing a bit of shopping, or we could hang around here and just laze by the pool.”

“Shopping sounds good to me,” I said.

“Me too,” said Izzy.

“Then it’s unanimous… we’re going shopping!” said Claire.

I wanted to carry on talking to Izzy about her brother, but instead we got pulled into a conversation with Emily and Lily about Taylor Swift. Apparently Emily and her mum Lottie were both huge fans, and were going to America to see her in concert.

As we finished our hot chocolate there were lots of yawns and stretches around the room, so it was agreed that we should turn in for the night. Hugs and kisses were exchanged all round, then we made our way upstairs.

Back in our room, I told Mum about the conversation I’d had with Izzy. “Did you know that Izzy and her mum have sex with her brother James?”

“I did know that, yes.”

“Izzy told me about it tonight. She can’t wait to have proper sex with him. Her mum only lets them do oral, she said.”

“They need to be very careful. Claire is right to make them wait, you know. It would be a catastrophe if she fell pregnant.”

“Yeah, that would be bad. But Izzy says the stuff they can do right now is fun.”

“Is that something you’d like to do?”

“What, with a boy? Urghh, no thanks!”

“Kimmy, it’s okay if you do, it’s perfectly natural.”

“Mum, seriously. NO. THANK. YOU.”

“Okay, you’ve made your point. But remember, you’re still very young, you may change your mind as you grow older. Take Fiona, for instance. She’s pretty much a lesbian, but not completely, because every now and then she sees a man she really fancies. She doesn’t fight against it or try to hide it, she just accepts that’s who she is. As you go through puberty, you may find yourself open to new and different things. Embrace who you are, don’t try to fit yourself into a box. Boxes are for products, not people.”

“Okay, I promise to keep an open mind, but honestly, I can’t see myself liking boys anytime soon. Not that way, at least.”

“Knowing exactly who you are and what you want can be a good thing, too. But whoever you grow up to be, I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too, Mum,” I said and we hugged, then I did a big yawn. “Can we go to sleep now? I’m really tired.”

“Yes, sweetie. I’m tired too.”

I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

***

The sound of running water woke me up, I rubbed my eyes and yawned, then I heard the toilet flush in the en-suite bathroom. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was ten to nine, which for me was a lay-in. My alarm normally went off at seven.

Mum came out of the bathroom in all her glory. Okay, glory might not be the right word, she had messy bed hair and sleepy eyes. She looked glorious to me, though.

“Morning sweetie, did you sleep well?”

“Morning, yeah, I slept very well. Are the others awake yet?” I said, sitting up in bed.

“I heard noises downstairs, so somebody’s up,” she said, climbing back into bed next to me.

I stretched again, then noticed a certain warmth in Mum’s gaze. It was a look I recognised right away. Deciding to tease her a bit, I began to get to my feet. “Think I’ll just go downstairs,” I said, knowing full well what Mum wanted.

Before I got two steps, Mum seized my arm. “Oh, no you don’t, young lady! You and I have unfinished business.”

“Why, whatever do you mean, Mother?” I could barely hold back my giggles.

“You know exactly what I mean, girl.”

“Hmmm,” I said, frowning, “Unfinished business? Nope, I can’t think of anything at all.”

“Then let me lay it out for you, darling daughter. You are not getting out of this bed until you’ve given your mum a screaming orgasm.”

“A screamer, eh? I’m not sure I’m up to that. Would a soft whimper do?”

“Oh, you little minx!” she said and went straight for my ticklish spot.

I was instantly reduced to a shrieking wreck, incapable of doing anything other than curl up and beg for mercy as we thrashed about on the bed.

“OKAY! I give in!”

The duvet cover had fallen off the bed, and now Mum was straddling me, her pussy enticingly close to mine. She moved down an inch or so, rubbing her body against mine as she moved in for a kiss. And just like that, we’d gone from a playful tussle to a carnal embrace.

As our hips ground together, I could feel her wetness on my mons as our tongues engaged in a sexy dance, then she broke away, gasping, “I need to come, baby, make Mummy come.”

It made me crazy hot when Mum talked to me like I was still a very little girl, the age I was when we first became lovers. I was on fire with lust, ready to fuck her until she screamed. I was about to wriggle out from under Mum so I could roll her over, get between her legs and put my tongue to her pussy, but Mum had other ideas. She got onto her knees, then inched up the bed until she was straddling my face. Okay, I could work with that.

Mum didn’t waste any time. She lowered herself to my mouth, and I began to lick her wet folds, sliding both hands around to fondle her bum. But she tilted her hips slightly, presenting her clit to me. Like me, it seemed she wasn’t in the mood for a teasing build-up.

When Mum spoke, I could hear her fierce need for release. Her voice quivered with it. “Oh yes, baby, that’s it, j-just there. Fuck me, baby girl, fuck your mummy…!”

Wow, okay, Mum was swearing. That was new. Not that I minded… quite the opposite, actually; it turned me on even more than I already was. I couldn’t easily reach between my legs, though, so my own orgasm would have to wait.

The shock of my quite proper mum using such rude words threw me off my stride for a moment, but I quickly got back to the job in hand, taking her clit between my lips to suck as I groped her arse. She was moving her hips back and forth, making it difficult for me to stay on target, but I managed it well enough. Her juices were flowing into my mouth and coating my lips and chin, which I love. Mum’s pussy always tastes SO good!

I hadn’t been making love to Mum for more than a minute or two when her orgasm came crashing down. “Oh, fuck yeah, ohhh Kimmy, yes…ah…ah…AHH…!”

At one point I thought I was going to drown, or suffocate, or both. But I managed to draw enough breath to carry on pleasuring Mum as her juices made a mess of my face. She was gripping the headboard for support and bellowing so loudly that I was sure anyone in the other bedrooms could hear her. I was picturing the others listening to us fuck, and it thrilled me to bits.

As Mum’s moaning died down, so did the urgency of her grinding. Finally she went limp and rolled off me, collapsing on the bed in a panting, sweaty mess.

I immediately sat up. “My turn!” I announced.

“Just give me a minute to…”

Before she could get another word out, I’d swung up and over and was straddling her face, just as she’d done to me. Pressing my kitty to Mum’s mouth stifled any more of her protests.

Then I had a thought that made me grin. Copying her words, I said, “I need to come, Mummy, make me come,” in my best little-girl voice, Feeling brave, I added, “Fuck me, Mummy… fuck me!”

“Mmmmmm,” was her only reply. Granted, she did have a mouthful of my pussy right then…

Mum’s arms are longer than mine, of course, which means she can reach around me easily. Her hands were clutching at my arse, holding me in place as she flicked and circled my clit with her tongue. Like always, it felt glorious. But I wanted more… and on the previous night, Fiona had opened my eyes to a new pleasure.

Grabbing the headboard for support, I said, “Put your finger in my bottom, Mummy,”

At first I didn’t think Mum heard me properly. She reached right around between my legs and started playing with my kitty from behind, slipping a finger inside me. I was about to tell her what I wanted again, but then I felt her withdraw, then that finger found its way to my rosebud. Then I understood – Mum was just getting it  wet first. My eyes drifted shut, and I did my best to keep still as Mum’s tongue danced on my clit and her finger gently probed at my bum hole, then slipped inside. God, it felt wonderful.

At that point, an image of Fiona popped into my head. I drifted into a fantasy where she was behind me with her finger in my bum while I rode Mum’s face, both of them making love to me at the same time. It was such a deliciously hot idea that it took me racing over the edge.

I lost control, letting my weight fall on Mum’s face as my body shook and I whimpered in ecstasy. The wave tore through me, pushed on by my mother’s merciless tongue and probing finger. The feeling was so intense it went beyond bliss to something approaching pain, but I was still loving every second. Soon, though, I couldn’t take any more and with a final whimper, I went limp as a wet flannel on top of Mum.

I was in a perfect daze, but I could feel her cuddle me while my face was buried in the pillow next to her head. It took me a moment to realise that Mum’s other hand was still on my bum, her finger still buried inside me. As she slowly eased it I out, had the very unexpected sensation of a little mini climax, like an aftershock following an earthquake.

“You okay there?” she asked.

“Yes, j-just so – so intense… I… I…”

“Shhh, sweetie, don’t talk, just relax.”

It took a few minutes but I recovered quickly. Mum and I cuddled and kissed for a few more minutes, which was lovely as always. I could have stayed there with her for hours. but my tummy was rumbling. So we got up, exchanged a few more passionate kisses, got into our fluffy white robes and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Breakfast was really nice, we had toast and cereal and yoghurt and fruit, and as it was already very warm we ate out in the garden. Claire and Izzy were the only ones dressed.

“This is so nice,” said Lottie, “Imagine eating breakfast al fresco every day.”

“That would be lovely,” said Mum.

“Eating with Al Fresco?” asked Lilly. “Who’s that?” I was glad she asked, as I didn’t know either.

I think her mum was about to answer, but it was little Emily who spoke up first. She brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face and said, “It means to eat outdoors. Fresco is Italian for fresh, so it’s something like, um, eating in the fresh air.”

“Well I’ve learned something today,” said Claire, “I knew it meant to eat outdoors, but I never knew that fresco meant fresh.”

“So if fresco means fresh, I wonder how that relates to a fresco painting?” asked Mum.

To everyone’s astonishment, Emily answered again. “Frescos are wall paintings. They always get painted on fresh plaster that’s just been put up, and they call that ‘fresco plaster’.”

“Very clever, Emily,” said Mum. “Where did you learn so much about frescos? At school?”

“No, in Italy.”

Stroking Emily’s hair, Lottie said, “We go to Italy every year on holiday. This friend of mine has a villa in Tuscany. We do quite a bit of sightseeing, but I try to make it educational too. Emily has picked up quite a bit of Italian along the way.”

“Oh, that’s right, I remember seeing the photos on Facebook,” said Fiona.

“Right then, ladies. If everyone’s finished eating, shall we get ourselves ready to leave?” said Mum.

Everyone nodded their agreement and began to get up but Claire said, “Before you all disappear, I’ve got a small request. Could everyone please wear a dress or skirt today? I’ll explain why later.”

I couldn’t think why she would want us to do that, but I was planning on wearing a dress anyway so it was no big deal. I had a shower and put on a lightweight summer dress, it was quite short and had a blue and yellow flowery pattern. I wore it with sandals and left my hair down to protect my neck from the sun but Mum insisted on applying sun cream there anyway.

We gathered in the kitchen when we were ready to go. Everyone had complied with Claire’s request. I thought Fiona looked especially good in a denim mini with a white vest top that was quite tight, so it showed off her boobs nicely.

“Okay, ladies,” said Claire, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “I thought we could have a little bit of fun while we’re out today. Now, you kids might not know this, but back in our university days, our beloved Arabella had a nickname.”

Mum went bright red and said, “Oh, heck. I think I know where this is going.”

Claire winked at Mum and carried on speaking, “We used to call her the Commando Queen. In case you don’t know, going commando means not wearing any underwear, which Bell was particularly fond of doing. Bell, my darling, I’m willing to bet you’ve gone commando today. Am I right?”

“Here we go,” said Mum, her face now a bright crimson colour, “Yes, I have.”

“I’d like to believe you, but I’m afraid we’re going to need proof. Come on, then, give us a flash.”

Mum lifted her dress and sure enough, she’d not worn any knickers, her pussy on full display for all of us to see.

“Bravo, Bell. I knew you wouldn’t let us down!” exclaimed Claire, “I thought that in honour of our Commando Queen, we should all go commando today. So come on, everyone… knickers off, please!”

Oh my God, were we going to go out not wearing anything under our skirts? I found myself wishing I’d worn a longer dress. I hesitated, but everyone else was reaching under their dresses and skirts and taking their knickers off, so I did too. It was very funny though, we were laughing and giggling as underwear began flying all over the room.

Fiona said, “My skirt is a bit too short for this sort of thing. I’ll be amazed if I get through the day without flashing anyone.”

“This is brilliant!” said Lily excitedly, her face a picture of joy. No doubt she was hoping for the opportunity to see everyone’s pussy that day. It’s definitely what I wanted!

I’d never gone commando before and, like Fiona, I was a bit worried that I might flash someone without meaning to. But I also have to admit that possibility was exciting and sexy. What if some beautiful woman got a good look up my dress, and it turned her on? I pictured my imaginary lady tucked up in bed later that night, touching herself to the remembered glimpse of my naughty bits. I had to make myself stop thinking about that, putting it aside for the next time I masturbated.

Everyone was strutting around and giggling, getting used to being starkers under their skirts, except for Mum, who was having a great time watching us be silly. Once the hilarity died down, we gathered our things and headed out to the cars on the drive.

We’d barely stepped foot outside the house when a gust of wind blew through and lifted Lottie’s dress up so we all saw her bare bum! She yelped as the rest of us burst into fits of laughter.

“This is all your fault!” Lottie yelled at my mum in mock anger.

“Dear Lord, what have I done?” said Mum, pretending to be remorseful.

Mum and Claire had elected to drive. When we piled into the cars, Fiona and Lily wanted to come with us and Lily wanted to sit in the front, so I was very happy to be in the back with Fiona. And she was right about her very short denim mini. As she got in the car it rode up and I got a quick flash of the bright orange bush between her legs.

“I just saw your pussy!” I said, giggling.

“Oh, heck, really? Well, I suppose it won’t be the last time today.”

“I hope not!” I said.

It was a half-hour drive to the village of Stowington, and Fiona and I held hands all the way there. Holding hands doesn’t sound like much, but it put me in a very dreamy mood. I imagined that Fiona and I were a real couple, walking around a town hand in hand and stopping for a romantic kiss under the shade of a tree that was bursting with pink blossoms. We could do stuff couples do, like go shopping together and bump into some friends and introduce each other as my girlfriend.

Of course I knew it could never actually happen. There’s no way a grownup could ever be the real-life girlfriend of a little girl like me. But dreams and fantasies aren’t confined by the realities of life, so for a short time in that car, Fiona and I were an honest-to-goodness couple. I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I wasn’t expecting it when we arrived at the village.

“Are you okay, Kimmy?” Fiona asked me as we got out of the car.

“Yeah, fine, just daydreaming.”

“Anything nice?”

“Yeah, it was very nice. Um, would it be okay if I held your hand for a bit longer?”

“Of course, I’d like that very much. And you can help me by making sure I don’t flash anyone.”

“Okay, I can do that,” I chirped, caught up in a great mood.

Mum smiled at the sight of me holding hands with Fiona. I often see her doing that, staring at me and smiling when I’m doing normal stuff like brushing my hair or reading a book in the garden when the weather is nice. It must be a mummy thing, because the day before, I saw Lottie looking at Emily in much the same way.

We’d got out in the car park at the end of the village, and as we walked down the road I could see why we’d come there. Stowington was a beautiful place. All the buildings were small, tightly packed and very old-looking, their ancient wooden beams on display. They were built from the local yellow sandstone that everything around there seemed to be made of. It reminded me of Diagon Alley, that place in Harry Potter where the wizards go to do their shopping.

We strolled down a street that was busy with other tourists and looked at the shops. I held Fiona’s hand as long as I could, but with all the people bustling about it was quite difficult, especially as the pavements were so narrow. And then Izzy got very excited when she found a toy shop. She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, yelling, ‘Come on!’  It was a nice shop with lots of old-fashioned toys made from wood. They weren’t really my thing, but I did see a very nice diary that had a dark red leather cover and a little lock and key. I persuaded Mum to buy it for me.

We carried on walking about and I noticed that even though there was no wind Lottie was still walking with her hands by her side so she could keep her dress from blowing up again. More’s the pity. She has a lovely bum, and I was picturing it when Claire came sidling up behind me.

Putting an arm around my shoulder, she said, “Ooh, Kimmy, look at this dress, isn’t it lovely?” guiding me towards a shop window.

There was something odd about the way she was acting, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. The dress was horrible, like something a religious education teacher might wear. As we got close to the window, she was standing right behind me, sort of bending over my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt her hand go under my dress and start feeling up my bum. Okay, now I know what she really wanted!

Holding myself completely still, I said, “Oooh, yes… that is very nice.”

“I thought you might like that,” she said, then slipped a finger between my legs and stroked my bare slit.

If you’d have told me a few days ago that I’d be standing in the street with no knickers on while a woman I hardly knew was touching my kitty, I’d have assumed you were stark raving mad. But here I was, doing just that and loving it.

With her hand still fondling me she said, “Tag, you’re it.”

I frowned. “We’re playing tag?”

I’d not played tag for ages, or it as some kids call it. It’s the game where you run about and the person who is it touches someone and shouts ‘you’re it’ and runs off before they can get tagged back. It seemed like a strange place to play this game. Especially while she was touching me up.

“Yes, we are playing tag, but it’s a very naughty version. You can only pass on the tag by either flashing someone or having a feel of them like I am with you right now. Your mum started the game… she flashed Lottie,” she said and took her hand from under my skirt.

I turned to face Claire, “Wait, this was Mum’s idea?”

“Uh-huh. She’s quite the exhibitionist you know. I think she must have been a stripper in a previous life.”

“Huh, well… you think you know someone and then, bosh! They go and invent a game like this,” I said in a faux posh accent.

Claire started laughing. “Oh, you are funny.” she said. “Anyway, your mum flashed Lottie, Lottie had a feel of Izzy, and Izzy got me just now. So it’s your turn. You can tag anyone you like, even those that have been tagged before. But if it’s someone new, then be sure to tell them the rules. Okay?”

“Okay, I got it.”

“Oh, and be very careful, don’t let anyone not in our group see you doing any of this.”

“I’ll be careful, I promise.”

So this whole thing was Mum’s idea? I’ll admit it, hearing that shocked me. She’s normally very sensible and careful about doing anything even close to sexy or daring in public. I wasn’t complaining though, far from it, I was already looking for who I could tag.

Of course, Fiona was the first person I thought of tagging, but almost straight away a different opportunity presented itself. While Claire and I had been looking through the window of the clothes shop, a few of the others had gone inside, so I followed them and saw Emily at the back of the shop looking at kids’ shoes. I went over to her as she was admiring a pair of white sandals.

“What do you think of these?” she asked.

I looked about to make sure nobody could see us, then said, “They’re nice… but um, what do you think of this?”

Then I lifted up my skirt, showing her my bare kitty. I went bright red in the face as Emily’s eyes went wide and she began giggling.

“Kimmy! Someone might see you!”

I dropped my dress back down then said, “Tag, you’re it!”

She was as confused as I’d been until I told her the rules, exactly as Claire had told them to me. She completely forgot all about the sandals, and dashed off to find someone to tag.

Mum was waiting outside the shop as I left. She grinned and said, “Having a nice time, then?”

I took her arm and snuggled close. “Yeah, especially with that dirty game you started.”

“Ooh, you’ve been tagged, eh? Who got you?”

“Claire,” I looked about to make sure nobody could hear us, then said, “She put her hand under my skirt while we were looking at that dress,” I said, pointing to the horrible frock in the window.

“I thought the way you two were standing there like that was a bit suspect. The way she did it was very good, though – I was looking straight at you and I didn’t see anything amiss.”

“I just got Emily. I flashed her in the shop, so she’s it now.”

“Oh, well done, Kimmy, nice work.”

“Thanks, Mum!”

Okay, this was weird, but good weird. My mum was pleased that I’d just flashed my kitty to another girl in public, having just been touched up by another adult right there in the street. I reckoned that all eight of us would be on fire with lust and dying to fuck by the time we got home.

With the busy hustle and bustle of all the people in the village, and with our group breaking off into smaller groups here and there, I lost track of Emily and who she tagged. I found myself walking behind Lottie and Fiona as we passed a shop that sold ‘smellies,’ as Mum calls them. You know, bath salts and body lotions and the like. Fiona whispered something to Lottie that I couldn’t hear, then turned to me.

“Shall we look in here, Kimmy?” she said.

I was happy to poke around in the shop, but something about the way Fiona asked gave me a feeling that she might be looking to tag someone, and if I was lucky it might be me. So I played along. “Sure, let’s have a look,” I said.

We browsed about, picked up different things and said stuff like, ‘Ooh, that’s nice’ and handed it to each other to have a whiff, the way you do in these types of shops. After a few minutes, we were in a quiet corner and Fiona very unsubtly winked at Lottie, who stood and blocked the aisle from the view of the rest of the shop. I guessed she was probably acting as a lookout.

Then, Fiona bent over as if to grab something from the bottom shelf. Her denim mini rode right up her bum, giving me a glorious view of her pussy which, if I wasn’t mistaken, was glistening slightly. Not content with just a quick flash, she reached between her legs, slid two fingers through her folds and parted them.

Oh my God, what a sight it was. I got so wet I was worried I’d start dribbling down my legs. I was desperate to touch myself, but didn’t dare for fear I might have an orgasm there and then.

In any case, the decision was taken out of my hands when Fiona stood up and quickly pulled her skirt back down. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, then whispered, “Tag, you’re it.”

“Thanks for that. I enjoyed the view,” I said.

As I turned around, Lottie looked over her shoulder and said, “Are you two finished back there?”

Seizing the moment, I said, “No. Don’t move.”

“Why, what are you…” Lottie said, then shivered when she felt my hand slide up her leg. “Kimmy, I… erm… oh, my goodness.”

Fiona put a hand to her mouth to muffle her laughter as I fondled Lottie, who could only gawp at me. She was completely helpless and knew it. If she moved or made a fuss, the nearby shoppers would know something was up. Lottie had to stand there and try to look as normal as possible – not an easy task, given what I was doing to her.

First I let my hand run over her bottom and gave it a good squeeze, then slipped my fingers between her legs to sample her wetness. I would have loved to tickle her clit, but couldn’t quite reach it from that angle. On the other hand, I was able to trace the entrance to her vagina. To my utter amazement, Lottie parted her legs and pushed her bum out, all but inviting me to enter. Unable to resist, I slipped my finger inside.

Oh my goodness, what a thrill that was. I was beaming with delight as I thrust my finger in and out of Lottie’s pussy. I’m fucking her, I told myself.

“I think that’s enough for now, Kimmy,” said Fiona.

She was right, of course. Taking my hand away, I said, “Tag, you’re it,” to Lottie.

Lottie scowled. “Fiona, you’re such a bloody spoilsport. I was enjoying that.” Bending down, she gave me a tender kiss, her tongue briefly flickering between my lips.

When she straightened, I sucked on my fingers and purred, “Mmmm, nice.”

With a wink, Lottie said, “Plenty more where that came from, love,” and made a quick exit from the shop, no doubt looking for someone to tag.

We kept our game going until lunchtime, when the village began to get more crowded. The adults then decided we should stop playing tag in case we got caught. How would you explain something like that to the police?

We had lunch in a pub, sitting in the beer garden under a large umbrella. I had chicken and chips; it was very good. After lunch, we drove to a town called Chippingford, which had a market we could wander through. Without the tag game, Chippingford wasn’t as exciting as Stowington. The market was fun, though. It was huge and had everything from antiques to farmer’s produce.

The best thing about the whole afternoon was that I got to hold hands with Fiona as we browsed around the market. Like before, I pretended we were a couple, strolling around and being in love on our day off.

We sought out things that caught our eye and showed them to each other. There was one stall that sold nothing but postcards, where Fiona and I spent some time laughing at the naughty ones. We spent a few minutes in a place that dealt in imported rugs, something Fiona knew quite a lot about… and she taught me a few things about fine rugs and how entire villages in India, Iran and Pakistan make them. My favourites were the Kazaks, each rug a symphony of beautiful colours.

On one antique jewellery stall, I saw a beautiful silver bracelet that looked like it was Victorian or something from that era. It was very delicate, with a small heart-shaped charm. I wanted to buy it, but couldn’t see Mum anywhere. Besides, it was seventy-five pounds… way too expensive. I spent so long admiring it that I briefly lost Fiona in the crowd, I found some of the others, though, and a few minutes later she caught up, so we continued to stroll around hand in hand.

Compared to the excitement of the morning, our group had a calm but lovely afternoon. Around six o’clock the adults decided that it would be nice if we had fish and chips for dinner. We got them to take away from a chipper stall and ate on these benches by a river that meandered slowly through the town. It was a beautiful end to a wonderful day in the Cotswolds.

On the way home, we rode in the same cars we used to get there, which meant I could share the back seat with Fiona again. We got in the cars, but before we set off for Grafton Lodge, Fiona reached into her handbag and got out a small paper parcel.

“Here,” she said with a broad smile, “this is for you.”

Mum and Emily, who were in the front seat, looked back to see what Fioba had given me. I wondered for a moment if she’d bought a gift for Emily as well.

As if reading my mind, Fiona said, “I got something for Emily, too… this adorable little necklace. She’s wearing it now.”

Glancing up at Emily, I saw a thin gold chain around her neck. I said, “Oh Emily, that’s gorgeous.”

Fiona smiled at me and said, “Go on now, open yours.”

I opened the little package, which contained a small black velvet pouch with a drawstring. I opened it up and poured the contents into my hand.

I couldn’t help myself when I saw what Fiona had given me – I burst into tears and started sobbing.

“What is it?” asked Mum.

I couldn’t speak, so Fiona said, “A bracelet with a heart charm that she liked. I crept back to the stall and bought it for her,” She turned to me. “Shall I put it on for you?”

I nodded, quickly wiping away my tears, fighting to regain my composure as I extended my wrist. It wasn’t easy; she’d caught me quite off guard.

“Oh Fiona, it’s beautiful. Thank you so much,” I exclaimed when she’d put it on me. Then I flung my arms around her and held her tightly.

“You’re very welcome, my little lover.”

My little lover! She actually called me that! The thrill that gave me was almost as good as getting the bracelet. I was so happy that I could have floated home on a cloud.

Glancing at her watch, Mum said, “We’d better get going. The others have already left, and we don’t want them starting without us.”

Mum’s hint at what the evening held in store was entirely lost on me. I was too busy staring at my new bracelet and daydreaming.

Soon to come, the sweet and savoury conclusion to this little tale: Chapter Five!

A brief summary (well, it USED to be brief…) of what has transpired thus far. (To get a additional breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, which leave her feeling flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

In the days that follow, Nettie seems to be emerging from her torpor. In addition to her burgeoning interest in heavy metal, she becomes absorbed by Jason’s medical textbooks.

At band rehearsal, Mal’s and her fellow group members toy with a concept: focus on Eighties pop. At the same rehearsal, they also make plans to perform live, and even manage to work up a cool original song. The entire band is thrilled.

Mallory has a frank discussion with her mother Sharon about sexuality and desire. She admits to listening to her masturbate herself through the wall, then gets Sharon to confess that she has overheard Mallory touching herself as well… and it arouses her. Somehow, Mal persuades Sharon to stay in her room instead, then mother and daughter masturbate together.

The next morning, Sharon is feeling guilty and uneasy, even though she admits to wanting what she and Mallory did the night before. Mal manages to ease her mother’s conscience a bit before they both leave for school.

Mal and her friends run into trouble at school when a lout named Floyd teases Nettie about her sister’s death until she cries. An enraged Julie attacks him, then Mal, Cindy and Emma join in the brawl to keep the much larger Floyd from hurting their friend. Luckily, the principal breaks up the fight, then goes on to suspend Floyd for bullying.

Later at home, Mallory joins Sharon on the couch. They snuggle, then end up grinding their bodies together until they both climax, still in their clothes. This time, mother and daughter share their first passionate kiss.

A concept is discussed and agreed on for the band’s presentation, one that draws on the Eighties film Back to the Future. They continue to make preparations for their upcoming gig.

While visiting her new lesbian friends Katerina and Tracy, Mal’s mom Sharon is stranded there overnight due to snow flurries. Upon returning home, she tells Mallory that her friends both had their first gay sexual experiences as young girls, and thinking about that excites her. This leads to Sharon asking her daughter if she’s had sex. Mal’s reply is yes, she’s quite experienced with girls, but won’t name anyone she’s been with other than Julie. Sharon admits she’s beginning to think of herself as a lesbian, and Mallory picks that moment to come on to her mother. They share a heated kiss, but Sharon isn’t ready to have sex with her daughter just yet. Instead, they strip naked and masturbate together.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

March 11th, 2007 (continued)

Saturday morning I got Dad to drive me into town… wait, let me back up here. I should mention that Dad and I are spending more time together now, mostly in the evenings. Just talking, or playing cards. I’m starting to realize that Mom and Dad are better people apart than they are together.

Anyway, Dad dropped me off at Jamie’s place. Julie met us there about half an hour later, and we got a look at the old turntable Jamie had told us about. She’d already cleaned it up and taken the bottom cover off. Julie fooled around inside of it with a multimeter, and seemed satisfied with what she found.

We plugged it in, and it seemed to spin okay. So Jamie installed the new cartridge she had for it, then got out some tools for measuring angles and weights and a bunch of other stuff to make it play records properly. Finally she set it on a bench next to her stereo, wired it up, and then used a level to make sure it was sitting right.

“If your cartridge is dragging left or right because your turntable isn’t level, it can really screw up your records,” she said.

Even after all that careful testing, she started out with an old, scratched up record from her grandpa’s collection, this guy named Johnny Burnette. Jamie lowered the tonearm to the vinyl, we all waited with anticipation… and we only got sound from one speaker.

“Shit,” said Jamie.

It took Julie all of ten minutes to find the problem. “The wire that feeds your left-channel signal from the cartridge is bad,” she declared.

Jamie flopped backwards onto her bed, exasperated. “This is going to be such a pain in the ass,” she groaned.

She wasn’t wrong about that! We had to take the cartridge back off, remove the tonearm, pull out the offending wire… and none of that was even the worst part. What drove us crazy was feeding a new wire up through the arm. It took us almost half an hour, all of us taking turns trying different ways of shoving the wire up in there, with lots of profanity flying back and forth in the process. Much too late, Julie realized that what we should have done was use the old wire to pull the new one through. Duh!

Once we had it all put back together, Jamie had to repeat the entire setup procedure. Finally, thoroughly annoyed and pissed off, we plugged it all back in, leveled it again, and tried the same record. Success! The vinyl was scratchy and tired, but we had clear sound from both channels. We were now free to turn our attention to other things.

Mind you, when we planned this get-together, I had a lot more in mind than just getting a turntable working for Nettie’s party! After bolting down some grilled cheese sandwiches Jamie’s mom made for us, I called up Megan Frost. “We’re ready for you,” I told her.

Megan has her own fairly lavish mini-apartment in her mom’s basement, but she still thought Jamie’s attic sanctuary was pretty damn cool. All the same… well, Megan is Megan, and she didn’t waste a whole lot of time admiring the scenery.

She took Jamie’s hand, led her to the love seat, and they sat. “So,” she said, “are we all on the same page about why we’re here?”

Less than thirty seconds later, she and Jamie were locked in a passionate embrace, their mouths crushed together in a hungry kiss. Julie and I sat on the edge of the bed, watching and sharing excited grins as we waited for our cue to join the fun. Megan slipped a hand under Jamie’s shirt while trailing kisses down to her chin and lower.

Watching the action on the love seat was setting my body on fire! I fought the urge to launch myself onto Julie, tear her clothes off and ravage her right there. Our plan had been to let Megan get Jamie started, then join in, so I took a deep breath, squeezed my legs together and stayed as still as I could. As Megan nuzzled her way across Jamie’s neck, nibbling and kissing, we could see her hand under the back of Jamie’s shirt, deftly unclasping her bra. Lifting her head, she looked across the room to Julie and me. She flashed a wicked grin, then beckoned us to her with a finger.

Still holding hands, we rose and crossed the room together. I settled into Jamie’s lap, and Julie nestled into Megan’s. I began kissing Jamie’s collarbone and neck. Her Hendrix t-shirt was getting in the way of places I wanted to go, so I tugged on the hem. Jamie leaned forward, allowing me to get rid of the offending garment. Her bra, already unfastened by Megan, fell into her lap.

Julie, to my left, was divesting Megan of her sweater, followed almost immediately by the bra. Moments later we were both showering affection on the breasts of the older girls, who had gone back to swapping tongues. Jamie’s whole body was trembling beneath mine. I dropped to the floor between her legs, and undid her jeans with clumsy fingers. Jamie raised her hips, feverishly working to help me get them off, her panties coming along for the ride.

She dropped back to the couch, legs wide. God, she has such a beautiful pussy… I had to take a moment to admire it. Julie was reaching up under Megan’s skirt, pulling her panties down and off, then her head disappeared underneath.

“Ohhhh, shit!” Megan exclaimed, arching her back.

Jamie stared down at me, eyes glazed. “Come on, Mal… PLEASE.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice! Starting at the knee, I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh. “Oh, my God,” she moaned. Just before I reached Jamie’s glistening slit, I saw Megan bend down to kiss her again.

I thrust my tongue between her labia, licked my way up to her clit, and began to apply the feather-light circular motions that always seem to drive her wild. Sure enough, Jamie responded immediately, grinding herself into my face.

I slid a finger into her dripping cunt, then a second, and started moving them in and out. I fucked Jamie hard and fast but eased up on her clit, not wanting her to come right away. It wouldn’t take much longer, though. She was writhing and shuddering, riding my jaw with such force that it was hard to keep licking.

I was as deep into Jamie’s cunt as I could go with two fingers, so I decided to try a third. I wriggled it in with the others, then heard a scream of pleasure from above. Casting my eyes upward, I saw Jamie and Megan making out like crazy, kissing each other everywhere their lips could land.

Megan came first, screaming and arching her back like a cat, finally blurting, “No more, no more, for fuck’s sake!” Julie emerged from under Megan’s skirt, a big grin plastered on her gooey lips.

Though out of breath, Megan was quick to recover, peppering Jamie’s neck with kisses and love bites. Moments later, Jamie was coming, her cunt pulsing rhythmically, bathing my face in warm, thick fluids.

Julie and I exchanged a look, then we both stripped naked in record time before climbing into the older girls’ laps. We pressed our mouths to theirs, letting Jamie and Megan taste their own pussies. I was sort of rubbing myself against Jamie’s belly, needing to come so bad that my cunt actually ached.

She reached between my legs, but I stopped her hand before it reached its destination. “Want me to show you something really fun?” I said.

Moments later Jamie and I were on her bed, heads at opposite ends, our pussies mashed together. I was half-crazed by this time, grinding against her for all I was worth, crying out with every surge of pleasure. Jamie was going “huh, huh, huh, huh,” her hips thrusting in almost perfect time with mine. Julie was still in Megan’s lap, squirming as the older girl’s finger circled furiously on her clit. Her mouth was working soundlessly, her body bathed in sweat.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, but I kept up the pace, hoping Jamie would come a second time if I kept going. Suddenly she was howling, ramming her cunt into mine, and that tipped me over the edge once more. I screamed, I thrashed, I think I actually cried a little bit. Then I blacked out.

When I came to, I was stretched out on the love seat, cradled in Julie’s arms. Sounds of pleasure were coming from somewhere close by. My eyes focused, and across the room I could see Jamie and Megan on the bed, licking each other’s sweet pussies. I had to sit up and watch them, though I was still holding onto Julie.

Jamie’s ass was facing us, so we got this AMAZING view of Megan putting her tongue to work. It was like seeing a master painter with her brush! Jamie is still kind of new to sex with girls, but I guess her instincts were good, cause Megan seemed to be totally getting off on what she was doing.

They managed to come together, and THAT was an amazing thing to watch. Megan and Jamie were squirming around, shaking the bed, their voices muffled as they moaned into each other’s cunts. Jamie went limp first, then Megan did the same. They lay together quietly for a moment, then Jamie spun around, falling into Megan’s arms, and they met in a juicy kiss, swapping the flavor of their pussies and loving it.

Julie squeezed me tightly. “God, that’s so fucking hot.” Turning my face to hers, she kissed me, her tongue darting between my lips.

I was all turned on again and ready for more, but a glance at the clock on Jamie’s nightstand told me it was time to go home. Julie also needed to get going, but Megan wanted to hang out with Jamie, so they didn’t bother getting dressed. Me and Julie used the bathroom to get ourselves cleaned up some before I phoned Dad to come pick us up.

Not much more to tell. This morning Dad and I went to church, and now here I sit. It’s okay being here at Home One, but I miss Mom something fierce. I can’t stop thinking about our last time together, when we got naked and shared that sexy kiss. I must have made myself come half a dozen times since that night, remembering how her mouth felt against mine.

It’s a good thing I got to have sex with my friends yesterday, cause that helped take the edge off. Still, I keep wishing I was with Mom at Home Two right now.

Time to think about something else. Okay, I still have most of the afternoon to kill, and the guitar I borrowed from Jamie is sitting next to me on the bed.

I wonder: if I spend the rest of the day practicing that lick from the INXS song, will I be able to master it before bedtime? There’s only one way to find out!

 

March 13, 2007

Ouch. That’ll teach me to spend seven straight hours practicing guitar before my calluses form. I did indeed nail that INXS lick on Sunday… but oh my God, the price tag! I haven’t even touched the guitar for two days, and my fingertips are still raw as hell. Still, I’m proud of myself for getting that part down, what with being a complete guitar noob. It’s not that much, just three notes, but it’s a bit of a stretch for the left hand, and my timing has to be super tight and precise. I’m hoping my fingers will heal up enough that I can practice tomorrow. I haven’t even STARTED on the Poison song yet!

I showed up at Home Two yesterday after a week at Home One with Dad, excited to see Mom again, but also feeling kinda anxious. Of course, I was eager to pick things up where we left off, but a little worried about her having a whole week to dwell on what we’d already done. What if her conscience got the better of her, and she decided to put the brakes on taking things any further? I didn’t even want to think about it.

I always get home well ahead of Mom on Mondays, so I had a nice dinner ready when she arrived. As usual, we got each other caught up on our week as we ate, but didn’t say anything at all about You Know What. As usual, Mom looked really good in a pretty dress that showed off her legs, and I kept picturing myself helping her take it off.

By the time we were done with dinner, I was shaking inside with these hot, crazy feelings. There was only one thing  to do: take the bull by the horns and go for what I wanted. So as soon as Mom settled into her big easy chair in the living room, I made my play. Plopping right into her lap, I twisted myself around and went straight for a kiss.

This time, there was no hesitation on her part. Our mouths came together, our tongues engaged. Her hand came to rest lightly on the back of my head. I cupped her face in both hands, deepening the kiss.

Mom suddenly pulled away, cheeks flushed and out of breath .“Hold on, Mallory… I can’t do anything tonight.”

Cold disappointment washed over me, but I did notice that she specified “tonight”. Did that mean another night was an option?

I was way disappointed, but tried not to let it show. “How come?”

She made a face. “I have my period.”

“Oh.” I thought for a moment. “For how long?”

“It just started today, I’m afraid. If we’re lucky, it’ll be gone by Friday night.”

I grinned, noting well that she’d said if we’re lucky. “And then, maybe…?”

“And then we’ll see. Fair enough?”

“Fair enough.”

She kissed my cheek. “Wanna help me with the dishes?”

“Sure,” I replied.

Mom washed, I dried. We worked in silence for a moment, then she said. “There’s something I need to tell you, Mallory.” She paused for a moment, then said, “I’m leaving the church.”

My mouth dropped. I did NOT see that coming.

Mom continued. “I — I tried to keep my faith going after splitting with your father, but the feeling just… well, it isn’t there anymore.” She sighed. “Don’t get me wrong, I do still believe in God, but not the version of God they’re selling at that church.” Handing me the last dish, she turned off the faucet. “I’d like for us to attend one more service, and that’ll be my last.”

“Okay,” I replied, then made a face. “Guess I still have to go when I’m staying with Dad, huh?”

Mom nodded. “Maybe it’s time for you to tell him your beliefs have changed. He’ll have to find out at some point. Probably best to get it over with.”

Putting that last dish away, I went to Mom and gave her a hug. “Thanks for telling me,” I said. “It isn’t easy, losing your faith like that.”

She held me close. “You know what really did it for me? Getting to know Katerina. She’s not a Christian, and she’s one of the best people I know. But I tried to keep my distance from her at first, just because she’s gay.” I heard a tremor in her voice. “I d-don’t want to be like that.”

I pulled away before she could break into tears. “You aren’t like that, Mom. You’re trying to be the best version of yourself that you can. Heck, lots of grownups don’t even bother.” Hugging her even closer, I added, “It’s probably not something I should say, Mom… but I think you’ve come a long way over the last few months. I feel like we’re friends now.” And maybe more than friends, I thought.

“Thanks, sweetie. That means a lot to me,” she said. We held each other for another minute or so, then Mom broke away. “I’d better get started on my homework.”

She spread her school stuff out on the dining table and started reading while I practiced on my keyboard. Even hitting the keys with my raw left-hand fingers hurt, but I was able to get through it. I didn’t even try the guitar. And here I sit twenty-four hours later, in pretty much the same boat.

 

March 17th, 2007

Saturday morning, early. It’s going to be a busy day, what with Nettie’s birthday party. Not that I’m overwhelmed, mind you. Today, I feel like I could grab the world by the tail and swing it over my shoulder.

I’ll get to that part later. First, the other stuff that’s happened. Saving the best for last…

I played guitar at rehearsal for the first time Thursday night. The worst of the soreness in my fingers was gone by then, and I’d spent a little time Wednesday evening practicing the motif I have to play throughout the INXS song. Thursday in rehearsal, I nailed it. Great!

But we ended up adding yet ANOTHER song with Ralph vocals that we need two guitars for, and I haven’t even started on “Fallen Angel” yet! The new one is called “Authority Song.” But Jamie says it’s easier than “Fallen Angel,” and it uses some of the same chord shapes. So we’re going to work on “Authority Song” first, which seems like the easiest way to learn them both.

The guitar is SO different from a piano. It takes both hands working together precisely to play a single satisfactory note. On the piano it just takes one finger, and while I can play a wrong note on the piano, it’s pretty hard to play a bad one. I mean, every time you hit a key, you get the same thing. On the other hand, there’s a million ways to make a note sound bad on the guitar, and by now I think I’ve been guilty of all of them. You can bend it out of tune, or muffle it by not pressing down hard enough, and that’s just for starters.  Let’s just say that I have a LOT more respect now for people like Jamie or Jason who can play guitar at a virtuoso level.

Okay, that’s the other stuff that happened. Here’s my huge, massive, ENORMOUS news. I’m still excited, so much that I can barely sit still to set the words down.

For the first half of this week I was waiting for Mom’s period to end, wanting to get back to the sexy things we’ve been doing… but I’m still not sure how far she’s willing to go. The last time we discussed it, she said “we’ll see.” Coming from a parent, that could mean anything.

So a few days ago, I’d decided to back off and let Mom have some breathing space. I was really hoping that next time, she’d make the first move. Problem was, we’d made it to Friday night, NOTHING had happened, and I was wondering if giving her time to think had been a mistake. I managed to hold up my end of the conversation at dinner, even though Mom was wearing a tight sweater that had to be a size too small.

Once we’d washed, dried and put away the dishes, Mom bent to kiss the top of my head. “I’m going to take a shower, sweetheart. Be right back,” she said.

By then I was so frustrated I wanted to scream. It didn’t help that my head was instantly filled with images of Mom naked beneath the steaming water, rubbing soap all over her body. Seriously, I was on the verge of taking everything off, slipping into the bathroom and getting in that tiny shower cubicle with her… but I couldn’t work up the nerve. If I pushed her too hard, it could ruin everything.

Wandering over to the sofa, I plunked myself down with a heavy sigh. The situation wasn’t hopeless, though it now seemed pretty obvious that I’d have to make that first move myself. But what if she was having second thoughts, and didn’t want to have sex with me anymore? This was how Mom dealt with a lot of her problems back when she and Dad were still together – she simply pretended the problem didn’t exist. I hated the idea of her falling back into these old evasions, especially considering she’d been so honest with me since the divorce.

My train of thought was interrupted by footsteps behind me. Twisting my head around, I saw Mom padding toward me wearing a bathrobe. A short one. Jesus.

“Mallory,” she said, “Did you have anything you wanted to do together before bedtime? Play a game or something? Otherwise I’m just going to lie down and read for awhile or something.”

Okay, I decided, enough is enough. It was time to find out where this was going… if anywhere. “Can I come snuggle with you while you read?” I asked her.

She hesitated for the briefest instant, then said, “Sure, if you want,” and left the room. Thinking back on it now, I think she knew exactly where this was going.

As I entered her bedroom, Mom was settling in, propped against the headboard with some pillows for padding. I nestled in by her side, getting cozy. She was still warm from the shower. I reached out to touch her cheek, then caressed it.

She closed her eyes, wearing a sleepy smile. “You know,” she murmured, “I’m not going to get much reading done if you keep doing that.”

“Works for me,” I whispered into her ear.

Her eyes popped open, and she turned to me. “Mallory… what did you really have in mind when you said you wanted to cuddle?”

Instead of a reply, I brushed a thumb across her lips, and they parted slightly. Then she pulled away, frowning. “We – we’re in dangerous territory here,” she said. “I’m almost to a point where I don’t even care if this is right or wrong.”

I reached out to touch Mom’s face again, caressing her chin. “Do you want me to stop?” Like before, I trailed my thumb across her lip.

Mom shivered. “No,” she whispered. “No, damn it. I don’t want you to stop.” Then she took the tip of my thumb into her mouth, lightly nibbling it.

This was insanely erotic. I was on fire, my body tingling with the wanting of it, but I knew better than to rush things. I trailed my fingers down over her chin and onto her neck, to the top of her robe and further. Down, down I went, moving ever so slowly between her heaving breasts, then to her belly. Finally, my hand rested on the slipknot holding her robe shut. I tugged at one end, gradually easing the knot loose.

As my hand slipped inside, I brought my lips to within millimeters of her ear. Extending my tongue, I delicately flicked her earlobe. Mom shivered.

I was caressing her tummy with my fingertips, causing the robe to fall open. I wanted to take a good look, but first I moved in a little closer, catching her earlobe between my teeth, giving it a playful nip. Mom inhaled sharply, then whispered, “Oh… oh, Mallory…”

Wrapping an arm around her, I let my fingertips flicker up and down Mom’s side, trailing my lips across her cheek. Mom turned to me, meeting my mouth with hers.

As we kissed, slowly and tenderly at first but with a rising intensity, I let that roving hand of mine come up to cup her breast. Gently running my finger across the stiffening nipple, I finally bought my thumb and index finger up to give it a tweak. Mom gasped into my mouth and began kissing me wildly and without restraint, thrusting her tongue between my parted lips. I was quick to match her passion.

She tore her mouth away, then kissed her way down to my neck, nuzzling and biting. I was gasping for air, excitement leaving me breathless.

Mom’s arm was around me now, her hand fumbling for the bottom of my shirt. I got to my knees, yanking the shirt over my head and hurling it across the room. Mom pulled me down so my chest was positioned over her face, then found a nipple. She delicately flicked it back and forth with her tongue, then took it into the warmth of her mouth. “Oh… fuck!” I moaned. She didn’t pause to scold me, either.

Freeing myself from Mom’s grasp, I wriggled my way downward, tearing her bathrobe open with a sweep of the hand to reveal her tits.

I buried my face in her chest, planting open-mouthed kisses across every square inch of one boob while stroking the other one. Then I switched sides. Mom’s breath came in ragged hitches and tears, her hips pumping up and down. Finally I sucked her right nipple into my mouth, teasing the left with my finger and thumb. After a minute or so, I switched sides again.

She cradled my face to her breasts, whispering, “Oh, m-my baby girl… that, that feels so good.”

Then I was going lower, kissing and loving every inch of Mom’s body until I was nuzzling her belly, my  tongue swirling in her navel. Mom’s hands entwined themselves in my hair. “Mallory… oh God, Mallory,” she groaned.

I kissed lower, down to the top of her left thigh, shifted to the right, then moved in between. I trailed my tongue along the softness of her inner thigh, eliciting another moan. The scent of Mom’s cunt was thick and strong, and I took a moment to breathe it in.

Just as I was a bare inch or two from licking her, Mom’s hand was on my head, halting my progress. “M-M- Mallory… what’re you doing?”

She knew perfectly well what was about to happen, but I guess she needed to hear me say the words. So I lifted my head, gazed straight into her eyes and murmured, “I’m gonna eat your pussy, Mom. Just lay back and relax.”

I could see a rapid play of emotions on her face; fear battling it out with desire. Then her head fell back to the pillow, and she relaxed her grip, her fingers gently ruffling my hair. That’s when I knew for absolute certain that she was mine.

I was about to bury my tongue in her, but paused, wanting to take a good long look at my mother’s cunt, so close that I could feel its warmth on my face. The heavenly aroma of arousal tickled my nostrils. Mom has innie lips, just like me, and all I could see were her smooth labia, pressed tightly together despite the spread of her legs. I could see a trace of moisture where they met.

I had to see inside. With a trembling hand, I let my fingers trail across those sweet pussy lips for the first time. Mom gasped, pressing her hips forward. I ended my caress by gently prying her open.

It was a glorious sight. I took it all in; her distended clitoral hood, her dark pubes, now matted with juice, her dripping hole. I ran my thumb through the opening, coating it with her fluids. Mom shivered. I came out of that vagina, I thought, and that was enough to hike my arousal up another couple of notches.

Taking a slow, deep breath, I moved in the last few millimeters to bury my face in the pussy that gave me birth. Mom gasped and shivered.

First I took a moment to explore, licking the inside of her lips, slipping my tongue into her hole, then thrusting it in and out. Little whimpers and mewls of desire were floating down from above, so finally I took pity on her and flicked my tongue across her clit.

I licked gently, then faster and with greater force, feeling her out, learning what she responded to. Soon I settled into a rhythm, my tongue darting back and forth, rapidly but with a feather-light touch. Mom was moving slowly and rhythmically, raising her hips high, then grinding her ass deep into the mattress. I could hear her breath, hissing through gritted teeth.

Wanting to drive her completely crazy, I began to tease Mom’s hole with my fingers, then slipped two of them inside. I worked them in and out, in time with her movements, while my tongue continued its light, fast assault. With the hand that wasn’t fucking her cunt, I grabbed an ass cheek and squeezed, fingers extended deep into the crack and rubbing her there.

My legs were clamped tightly together, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to dance through my midsection. I began squeezing and flexing my thighs, feeding that fire between my legs, making it rage.

Suddenly Mom started howling, the motion of her hips going from slow and steady to fast, wild and totally uncontrolled. I went with her, my fingers flying in and out, slamming them home with every thrust.

“Oh God, Mallory,” Mom wailed. “Oh God, oh heavens, you’re making me come, Mommy’s g-going to… Aaaaahhhhh!”

Her orgasm was a brute force, her pussy clenching my fingers, Mom pummeling my face with her violent hip movements. Suddenly she froze, went completely silent and motionless for about ten seconds, then finally collapsed.

Me, I was still frantically squeezing my legs together, gasping with each flex of my thigh muscles. I raised my face from Mom’s dripping pussy. Our eyes met, and she knew right away what was happening.

I guess Mom forgot about being out of breath, cause she sat right up and raised me from between her legs and flipped me over on my back, depositing my head on the pillow. She scrambled to her knees, pulled off my leggings, then let her trembling fingers do a slow glide down my belly. “Oh, yes…” I breathed.

Mom hesitated for a moment when she got to my panties. Then instead of taking them off, she lightly brushed the front. When she drew her fingers across the saturated fabric concealing my pussy, I almost lost it.

“Please, Mom,” I moaned.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered. “I can feel it right through your panties.” Her fingers were moving back and forth across my pussy lips, but too gently to give me the release I craved.

“Mom!” I couldn’t believe this. Was she actually teasing me?

She let out a shaky laugh, then tugged my underwear down and off. She carefully spread my legs, then paused to take a good long look at my pussy. I bet she hadn’t seen it up close since I was a toddler.

“So beautiful,” she whispered. I was trying to keep still, but it wasn’t easy. Finally, she looked up, her eyes meeting mine. “Do you want me to…”

“Just do something, Mom!” I shrieked.

Her indecision seemed to evaporate in an instant. She dropped to her belly, parted her lips, and began teasing my thighs with her tongue. I was moaning and thrashing, half mad with desire, so close to coming but still not quite there. I thought I might actually burst into tears.

She hesitated just before she reached my cleft. She looked up, a hint of that old uncertainty back in her eyes. “You know I’ve never…”

“You don’t have to,” I gasped. “You could use your hand, or I can, just please, I really need…” Okay, that’s what I said at the time, but if Mom really had decided not to lick me, I might have strangled her.

Lucky her, it never came to that. Her tongue found my thigh again, and she slowly traced that last inch or so up to my dripping, aching, needy cunt.

She licked the outside of my pussy lips, delicately tracing, trying it out. Yeah, she was totally teasing me… but I made myself remember the first time I ate pussy and held onto my patience with both hands. It wasn’t easy, though.

Finally she split me open with her fingers, much as I had done to her. “Oh, my,” she breathed. “You’re incredibly sexy, sweetheart. Why did it take me so long to notice?” Shaking her head, Mom let her fingers trace my hole, then slipped one inside.

“Ohhhh God, yes!” I blurted. “P-put another one in, Mom, please…”

“Are you sure?” she said, furrowing her brow. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t! I can take it, Mom, I swear I can…” By then I was practically raving, saying anything I could think of to get my mother to fuck me the way I wanted.

A tiny moan escaped my throat as I felt that second finger enter me, and yet again, I almost came. Once she had both fingers inside, she began to slide them in and out, moving slowly at first. I bucked against her hand, trying to bump my clit against it.

Finally… finally! Mom pressed her tongue against my clit, flicking it as she plunged her fingers as far into me as they could go. That was it for good ol’ Mallory. I came howling, my pussy clenching her hand until I passed out from the sheer bliss of it.

The next thing I remember was Mom shaking me frantically. “Mallory? Mallory! Oh, my God, …”

Opening my eyes, I gave her a weary smile, and she went limp with relief. “Oh, Lord, I’m not sure what happened! You… you fainted, I suppose.”

I giggled. “Yeah, that happens sometimes when I come really hard. There’s even an expression for it… the little death. I’m fine, Mom.”

“Oh… okay. I’ve heard of it, but never really thought it was real.”

We lay there snuggled together, talking about this and that. It’s funny; we didn’t say anything about what had just happened. Not sure why… just didn’t feel the need, I guess. After a little while the silences grew longer and longer. And soon after that, Mom was asleep. I wasn’t too far behind.

 

March 18th, 2007

At least Nettie’s party went well while it lasted. She had two people from her class over, and Emma, Cindy, Megan, and Jamie were also in attendance. Jamie came a little early and got the turntable hooked up and level, then put on a record by a band called Mercyful Fate. Not really my thing, but Nettie perked right up.

We did all the usual birthday stuff… cake, presents, and some games. Mom and I had gone shopping a couple of days before, and got Nettie a couple of Monster High dolls, which seem to be her current favorite toy. She appeared to have fun.

It wasn’t until all the guests had left but me that things went south. Nettie settled onto the couch, sat quietly for a moment, then burst into tears accompanied by long, loud, heartbreaking sobs.

“Oh, sweetie,” said Lisa, crossing the room quickly and taking the weeping girl into her arms, “what is it?”

“It’s Anna’s birthday, too!” Nettie wailed. “She doesn’t get any more… any more b-birthd…” She covered her face with her hands, dissolving into even bigger sobs. Julie and I looked on in dismay. Jason sat on the edge of his recliner, his brow furrowed. Finally Nettie’s sobs dried up, but not because she was done crying. She’d fallen asleep.

Lisa carried her to her bedroom, then returned. There were tears on her cheeks.

“We should have seen that coming,” said Jason.

Lisa collapsed into her chair, sniffled, then ripped a tissue from the box and blew her nose. “Yes, we should have.”

“Maybe we should have asked if she wanted to celebrate Annamarie’s birthday, too,” said Jason, “and I did think of it. But she hasn’t said a single word about her sister since she came here, not to my knowledge, anyway. I wasn’t sure it would be wise to bring it up.”

“I had the same thought.” Lisa’s voice was firmer now. “Maybe if we’d discussed it, we’d have come to a different conclusion.”

“I dunno,” said Jason. “The therapists told me we should let her bring Anna up when and if she’s ready… to not force the issue. But they didn’t warn me we might get a sneak-attack like that one.”

“I think we should talk to her about it tomorrow,” said Lisa, “now that she has brought it up. Ask her if she’d like to have a cake or something for her sister. To celebrate her life.”

Jason was stroking his chin thoughtfully. “That’s not the worst idea. We just have to be prepared for her to dissolve like that again.”

Lisa nodded. “Not every decision we make will be the right one,” she said. “I think there’s going to be times where the only way to know will be to try it and see. Poor girl.”

Julie and I went upstairs not long after that. We talked about Nettie for a little while, but eventually the conversation turned to less depressing topics, so I was ready to wow her with my big surprise. I hadn’t had a single opportunity all day to tell her what happened with Mom.

When I gave her the lowdown, Julie raised her clenched fists above her head and exclaimed “YES!”

I grinned. “I was hoping you’d feel that way. Now I have a question for you.” Julie simply raised her eyebrows.“You’re my girlfriend,” I said, “and we have an agreement about other people. You said my mom could be an exception. But for how long? Now that I’ve done it…”

“I get you,” Julie replied, “and I have a question for you. Can you get me in on it? I’d LOVE to hook up with your mom. She’s way hot!”

“I think it’s very possible,” I replied.

“Tell you what,” said Julie. “I’m okay with the two of you hooking up until you either get me into the picture, or figure out that it’s not gonna happen. Then we talk again.”

I kissed her passionately. “I love you so much, Julie.” A plan was already forming in my mind.

On to Chapter Twenty-Nine!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far: Holly, an experienced lesbian at age thirteen, is vacationing with her mum on an ocean liner, the Jade Princess. The trip is boring at first, but quickly livens up when Holly gets acquainted with two gay crew members – Anna, a barmaid, and Julie, a cashier in one of the ship’s gift shops — as well as a girl her own age: shy, geeky Jessica. Holly flirts with or fucks all three at various points, with the promise of more to come. Suddenly, what promised to be a dull vacation has become a most enjoyable experience.

The next day, Holly leaves the ship with Jessica to visit a quiet beach with a few other tourists. There, the two girls slip away to couple for the first time, but soon afterward, the area is invaded by Somalian pirates. Jessica makes her way back to the jeep, but cannot persuade the driver to wait for Holly, who is left behind. 

Holly manages to get hold of a gun and defends herself as best she can, but to no avail — she is taken, transported to the pirates’ camp, and thrown into a cage. One other prisoner is already there, a beautiful young black woman named Makeda who, as it transpires,  is the direct descendant of the Queen of Sheba and successor to the throne. They are immediately attracted to one another, and make love on the spot before falling asleep.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by kinkys_sis

Chapter Three: The African Queen

Makeda and I slept in one another’s arms, locked in our little cage. Neither of us was aware of the slowly moving shadows creeping into the pirates’ camp.

I awakened with a start when a strange hand clamped over my mouth. At once, I knew it was the queen’s rescuers. Her dark form stood above me, a short stabbing-spear in her hand. Makeda signalled at a black shape and pointed at me, speaking briefly in a strange language. An indistinct figure reached out and smeared mud on my face. I could just make out the painted lines on his.

A spear was passed to me as we crawled through the open cage door. A spear! What the fuck did they expect me to do with a spear? I’d been useless at javelin throwing in school.

Shadows flitted from one blanket mound to the next. I didn’t want to think of what was happening to all the sleeping forms.

Then came the report of a rifle. We’d been discovered. Frantic voices shouted, guns roared, and screams rent the air. It was chaos. I had no idea what was happening. I saw a spear strike and bury itself in a chest – one of the pirates, hopefully.

I peered through the darkness, but couldn’t find Makeda. I wasn’t scared for myself, but my new lover – where the fuck was she? I lurched forwards, holding my spear before me with both hands. The flickering flames of the dying fires barely showed me what was happening.

Then I saw her. She was facing the giant leader of the pirates, her short stabbing-spear pointed towards the rifle he held loosely at his side.

He sneered at her when she threw the spear, and the barrel of his rifle beat it out of the air. Then he turned the gun back towards her with a laugh borne of madness, and just as the long, thin shadow formed a right angle to his body, I threw my spear as hard as I could.

“Die, you bastard!” I screamed.

The spear took him in the throat. He managed to turn and look at me, his shining eyes wide in the darkness, then fell so hard the ground shook. His rifle went off when it landed, and a stream of bullets zipped wildly by us.

Silence descended, save for a few groans from the dying men.

I felt myself trembling. This was something beyond anything I could ever have imagined. I could smell the blood all around. Then arms took hold of me, held me, and Makeda was whispering, “Calm yourself, young one. Hold onto me, feel my strength. We have won.”

 *** 

Our trek lasted several days, Makeda and me on horseback, the rest trotting along on foot. The queen’s warriors led the way higher into the mountains, scouting far and wide to ensure we were safe from an unexpected attack. From whom, I had no idea. But these warriors, clearly devoted to their queen, helped me regain my composure. I felt safe.

Makeda lay with me every night. We made love many times, less frantically than we had at first. We explored each other, learning what the other needed. Our lovemaking became something special.

Eventually, we arrived at a village of thatched huts with pointed roofs. The place was far larger than I’d expected. Hundreds of warriors gathered to greet us.

Makeda walked ahead of our small column as a complete silence descended. All were kneeling with heads to the ground. All but one.

He was an old man who had stepped from a hut. He could have been a thousand years old as far as I knew – so wrinkled and so bent he could barely hold his head up to look at us as he leaned on a crooked stick. Suddenly he screeched in a weedy voice and raised his staff towards me.

I tried to hide, but instead got pushed forwards. Again, the old man screeched. Hands took hold of me, lifting me high. I cried out, but no one seemed to listen as I was passed from hand to hand high above the crowd.

I was lowered onto a beautifully patterned carpet in front of a raised dais. A hush descended. There wasn’t so much as a whisper as the gathering of warriors waited.

Makeda came forth, now resplendent in her royal regalia. The jewels in her crown sparkled in the bright sunshine. She was every inch the queen. A huge and magnificent black-maned lion ambled at her side.

She spoke briefly, pointing at the old man. For the first time, there was a hardness in her voice. He tried to stand tall as he croaked in reply. There was a growl from some of the warriors. The old man turned and screamed at them. Makeda clapped her hands and spoke harshly. I understood nothing, but whatever she said brought immediate quiet.

She spoke only a few more words. The old man turned and shuffled away.

Makeda again addressed the gathering. The responses echoed from the surrounding mountains. And so it went, over and over, until finally, she pointed at me with a few short words. This time the roar was deafening. Spears beat on shields for what seemed an age. Makeda stood looking down at me, until she raised her arms. All was hushed again, and she addressed me in English.

“I told them, this girl, this magnificent warrior, came amongst us and saved the life of their queen. She is to be granted anything she wishes. We are hers to command.” She extended a hand, inviting me to join her.

In something of a daze, I climbed the steps and stood beside her. I was frightened of the lion, whose yellowy eyes gazed at me with what I was sure was hunger. Makeda bent and whispered to him, then told me, “Give him your hand, let him know you as I do.”

The lion sniffed me. He grunted once, then licked my fingers.

“Anything,” Makeda repeated. “Whatever you wish, it is yours.”

I was totally bemused. What did I want? What should I say? There was one thing I needed most of all. “My mother. She needs to know I’m safe. My phone is useless. There’s never been a signal.”

The queen looked intently at me. “We offer you anything in our kingdom, yet you think first of your mother. You could have wealth beyond your dreams. You could rule a kingdom with me. Yet you think only of others. You are truly blessed and worthy.”

I took her hand. “Makeda, I love you, really, and I’d love to stay with you. But I don’t belong here, and I have a family far away – a sister whom I love, my mother and many more. You understand, I’m sure.”

“Yes, my beautiful white girl, I do understand. We shall send messages to both Djibouti and Mogadishu. We’ll advise them you are alive and well. If it is your wish, we will see you safely delivered to wherever they say. It is not what I wish. I want you here with me. You could be the queen of a queen.”

My heart ached within me, and I hung my head. Makeda knew my answer. She called out to her warriors, and then repeated in English, “You will honour this white woman. She will be forever in our history. A true warrior, equal to any of us.”

 *** 

“Do you truly wish for nothing? If I cannot keep you here with me, then what reward can I give to you?” Makeda asked me after we entered her spacious hut.

“My love, there’s nothing I need. I don’t want for anything – only my family, and to kiss you.” Suddenly, a silly thought hit me, and I laughed. “Perhaps you could tell me where King Solomon’s Mines are?” I saw her stiffen. “Hey, I was only joking. It’s like the stuff of movies, a legend. No one really believes it.”

“You wish to see the mines of Solomon? It is not one mine. As the words suggest, there are several. It is not a legend. It is a fact. Did you not see the many jewels in my crown? But it is a fact we keep secret. There is wealth beyond imagination. We could crash the jewel and gold markets of the world if we revealed our mines. Diamonds, sapphires, more jewels than the world has ever seen. But we choose not to. We have no wish to have the rest of the world fighting over our hidden wealth.” She gripped my face. “But you, if it is your wish, we will show you when you have promised me that you will never reveal our secret.”

Oh my sweet holy fuck! I didn’t need that kind of responsibility. As much as I would have loved to see them, I thought it best to refuse. “Makeda, whatever I think today is not what I might think in twenty or thirty years’ time. I can only honour your trust by saying no now.”

“You are as wise as you are brave, my beautiful white girl. Is there no way I can convince you to stay with me?”

I was tempted. I really did want to stay. I was in love with this beautiful black girl, and her love for me was so clear to see. It was breaking my heart, the thought that I might break hers.

I had one other question: what had occurred between her and the old fellow? Now that we were alone, it seemed safe to ask..

“He is a wise old man, and we usually listen to what he says,” Makeda replied. “Today though, he openly defied me. He was right, of course, but I couldn’t accept what he said. He told me that I had wronged our people by taking a female lover before I had a husband. He didn’t want me to commit my future to you. Our royal line stretches back almost three thousand years. He said I was not fit to be queen if I was prepared to break that line. I fear he spoke the truth.”

“Well,” I said, “it’s not a problem now. I won’t be staying.”

For the first time, I saw Makeda’s inner strength let her down. Her lips trembled, and the hands that held mine shook. In a quiet, faltering voice she told me, “I thought I had everything as queen, until you came to me. My world was made complete and I knew what true happiness was. Now it is to be snatched away. I shall not mourn your going. Instead, I shall celebrate what you have given me. That way, my heart will mend.”

I tried to stop my tears but failed. “I’m so sorry, Makeda. Perhaps I should go as soon as possible.”

She smiled now. “It will be at least three days before it can be arranged. You and I will make love one last time … if it is what you wish.”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

There was a tap on the door, and a young girl entered. There was a brief exchange. “They have our bath ready for us,” Makeda said. “It has been days since you last washed, yes? Longer for me. You will share it with me?”

I touched her cheek. “I would share anything with you. For three days, at least.”

I was still only wearing that long shirt, torn and hopelessly soiled, but two native girls removed it in the most ceremonious manner. Then they took off Makeda’s finery, piece by piece, with the same solemn air, and when we were both settled in the bath, they withdrew with a humble bow.

I could feel the warm water softening my skin and lifting the dirt away. There were loofahs there for us, and Makeda and I soaped and sponged one another until we glowed.

The girls reappeared, as if by instinct, carrying thick towels elaborately patterned in green and gold. They waited with lowered eyes while we dried each other. Makeda spoke quietly to them and, taking the towels, they went away giggling.

I feasted my eyes on her beauty. I had, by now, seen any number of beautiful, naked girls. Yet none could equal the regal beauty of this African queen. I saw the smile in her own eyes and the pride she took in my obvious desire for her.

“Come to me. Love me.” Her nipples hardened before my eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

I heard the oddest sound as I stepped forwards. Nasi, the lion, was purring where he lay in the corner, his eyes, somewhat disconcertingly, following my every movement. Yet, I sensed approval as I reached out to his queen who seemed so much more mature than I, but who, really, was still a girl.

We made the most beautiful and gentle love. She caressed me everywhere. I had thought I knew everything there was to know about pleasuring a girl, yet somehow she took me places I never imagined existed. Perhaps it was because of the love I felt for her. We embarked on an orgy of climaxes, one after another.

In the early hours, we lay together, utterly spent. I was painfully aware of the time. A tear rolled down my cheek. She leaned down to me and kissed the wetness. “I will never forget you,” she whispered. “There will forever be a place here for you, should you ever return.”

I said nothing as she rose from our bed. She turned to look at me, and I saw her tears. Then she was gone, Nasi loyally following along. He also turned to look at me one last time. I swear I saw a sad look on his face. Then he, too, was gone.

She had made the break. Makeda didn’t come to me again. I was hurt by the suddenness, yet I understood. I knew it was hurting her even more than me.

 *** 

After some time, I rose from our love nest and washed my face with clean water from a large clay bowl. I looked around for something to cover myself, and found clothes laid out neatly at the foot of our cot. They were made of a soft and richly coloured material, not unlike those Makeda had worn. I had no idea how to wrap myself in them. I did the best I could, but with every step I took, they threatened to unravel and fall to the ground.

A little nervously I inched from the inner room, only to be greeted by giggles from one of Makeda’s girls. She came and rewrapped me until she was satisfied with her efforts.

When I left the hut, I found there were only a few of Makeda’s followers about. Some glanced my way, but paid me little attention.

One of them pointed to a larger hut than the rest when I inquired after Makeda’s whereabouts. I heard a number of voices coming from within. It sounded as though they were engaged in some weighty tribal business.

While Makeda sat in conference, I took myself off for a look around. The trees ended after a short distance, and the ground rose steeply towards the towering sandstone cliffs. The old man was sitting on a large boulder with his legs tucked under him, staring up at the cliff.

I hadn’t meant to speak out loud, but without thinking, I mumbled to myself, “What he’s looking at?”

Still facing away, he spoke. “My home, child.” His shaking hand pointed up high.

I was taken aback. “You speak English.”

He turned his gaze on me. “I speak many languages when I choose to.” He pointed again. “My home is up there. I hadn’t been down for a long time and now, I don’t think I can get back up. The way is difficult, and I am too old. I will die soon. I wanted to spend my last days there to meditate in peace. You see that hole? That is my home.”

I couldn’t see how it was possible to get up there, but clearly there must be a way. “Perhaps I could help you.”

He turned his face back towards me. “You have reason to despise me, yet you would help. Makeda was right. She said there was goodness in your heart. I myself have not had the chance to express my gratitude for you saving my queen’s life. We owe you much.”

“The queen is being too kind. I can be very selfish sometimes. And saving her life – that was just a lucky throw.”

“Still, I am sorry for what had to be said. There are few guardians of the royal family left today. Our responsibility grows heavier in this modern world. Now child, come. Help an old man.”

Not only was the ascent difficult. It was long and winding. Narrow paths clung to the cliff face, with few handholds. I couldn’t imagine how the old man had managed on the way down.

The hole that formed the entrance to his home was considerably larger than it had appeared from way down below. The home itself turned out to be a small church adorned with vivid tapestries and wall-to-ceiling paintings. The altar held a huge book that smelled faintly of mould. The priest, for that was what he told me he was, said it was an ancient Bible, different from any we knew in the West, and much older.

There were many such churches carved into these mountains, he told me. Some were well-known, others still a secret from the outside world. Some guarded the way to the legendary mines. One path led deep into the earth, far below the sandstone levels where we were standing, he said.

I stopped him, lest he tell me more. “I told Makeda I did not wish to know where King Solomon’s Mines are. What I do not know, I can never reveal.”

He held my hand and touched my forehead. “Go child, with my blessing. Your future is bright. I can see it, but I am pleased you have realised it is not here.”

***  

Makeda’s second in command, whose name, I learned, was Madinga, took my hands in his. His English was not as good as Makeda’s, but I understood him perfectly well. He told me I had brought great happiness to their queen. Not only had I saved her life, but I had given her love and pleasure, if only for a short time.

Then he surprised me. “The holy man said you will come to us again. He knew not when, but it will happen. Know you are always welcome. We will await your return, young warrior.”

He held out a spear. “This spear saved Makeda’s life. This spear you threw. Someday you bring it back.”

He stepped aside, but had one last thing to say. “You a true warrior, yet still a child. You go and enjoy your growing old. Do not let your mind dwell on the dark things you see here. Think only of the love of my queen, and perhaps … one day…”

The whole time he was speaking, Makeda remained in her hut.

***

Two days later, I gazed down at the fading landscape as the plane climbed higher. The roar of the engines sounded like a scream to me, like Makeda kneeling on her mat as she shouted out her anguish.

On to Chapter Four!

Note from JetBoy: Bee, known to our readers as kinkys_sis, mentioned this in an earlier comment, but I don’t think that many of our readers have seen it, so I am passing this along to the general populace of Juicy Secrets. Her sister Maria, who has contributed some lovely stories of her own under the moniker kinkychic, has been diagnosed with cancer. She is currently undergoing tests to find out how serious it is, but the preliminary results aren’t good. Please keep them in your thoughts.

Maria, Bee… please stay strong for us, and don’t give up hope. It ain’t over until it’s over. 

We love you both.