Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

My name is Kim Rutledge, and this is the story of the sexual experience that changed my life.

It was my third week back home from college after my freshman year. I was three months away from being nineteen and liked being grown up. My mom was cool; she’d given up on trying to treat me like her little girl, the way she had in my senior year of high school, so we got along really well nowadays. Even better, my asshole dad was out of the picture. He’d left Mom for this widow with tons of money, and all we ever saw of him was his support checks.

All in all, it could have been a great summer but for one problem: my thirteen-year-old baby sister Cindy had grown into an obnoxious, whiny brat.

She’d been a pretty sweet kid growing up, but something about hitting puberty had driven her nuts. To begin with, she was so goddamn needy – always demanding attention, then having hissy fits when she didn’t get it. It was absurdly easy to piss her off, too. She took offense at anything and everything, always convinced the world was out to rain on her parade. I’d been a bit of a handful in my teen years, sure, but nothing like the drama queen Cindy had evolved into.

Even when she wasn’t in a tizzy about something, Cindy was always hanging around, expecting me to keep her amused — and I no longer had any way to escape her, except in the bathroom. See, my mom had always been into making jewelry, a skill she’d picked up from her dad back when she was a teenager, and while I was away at college she decided to try selling it to bring in extra income. So she started a mail-order business that she installed in Cindy’s old room, and my sister moved into mine. Now that I was home, she and I had to share our personal space — and being her roommate sucked, to say the least.

Worst of all, Cindy’s constant presence put a real damper on my sex life.

I’d thought of myself as bisexual by the time I graduated high school, but a few months of college convinced me that I was a lesbian — and a hot, sexy-as-hell lesbian at that! At my college there were a lot more girls than guys, and most of the females were at least open to the idea of experimenting. I was the proverbial kid in the candy store, fucking one girl after another. I never slept alone in my dorm room if I could help it, and if one of my lovers didn’t want to spend the night, my roommate — a math nerd, but kinda cute — was nearly always happy to get naked and share my bed.

I’d counted on being able to sneak girls into the house late at night, but having to share a room with Cindy put the kibosh on that but good. I could always go out and meet a girl somewhere else, but it was tricky — we only had one car, and Mom needed it too much of the time. Even when I was able to go out, Cindy made a big fat deal about me having fun without her, hitting me with all kinds of nosy questions about what I was up to. It was exhausting, coming up with cover stories about why I needed the car and why Cindy couldn’t tag along. I wanted to keep my sexuality a secret for the time being, and my sister was making that a lot more difficult.

Hell, with Cindy constantly underfoot, it was hard for me to get enough privacy to masturbate! And on top of that I had to deal with her bitchy, irritating demeanor all the time. It was too much, damn it. Something had to give.

So I ran the problem around and around in my mind for a few days…and suddenly, out of the blue, I came up with the greatest idea ever — a plan that, if successful, would not only fix Cindy’s obnoxious behavior, but make my summer a hell of a lot more exciting!

The next morning, I put on one of my casually slutty outfits — a pair of denim shorts cut off just under my pussy and a tank top I’d made out of one of my old gym t-shirts from 8th grade by cutting the sleeves off and the collar out. I added a gold ankle bracelet my mom gave me a year or so ago. Dressed like that, I knew I could have at least a few girls looking twice as I sauntered past.

That day, though, it wasn’t about heading over to the mall to shop and flirt with the cute girls there, much as I enjoyed that. No, this was the first phase of Operation Adjust Cindy’s Attitude.

Phase Two began with me tracking down my baby sister. Not that it was hard to find her — Cindy was in our room, sprawled in the middle of her bed in skimpy panties and an old faded t-shirt that was about four sizes too big for her. It was, in fact, my dad’s old t-shirt, one that I’d worn for a nightie all through high school and that had mysteriously disappeared right before I packed my stuff to go to college. She was thumbing through some stupid teen magazine with that bored pout of hers that never failed to rankle me.

For the moment, however, my plan was to make nice.

“I’m going to the mall,” I told her. “You can come if you want, but be ready to go in five minutes.”

Her eyes narrowed, wondering why I was inviting her to join me when I usually used any excuse I could to ditch her. I knew, though, that she’d want to tag along too much to ask questions.

“Sure!” she exclaimed. She tossed the magazine into the wall with a page-fluttering thud and scrambled to her feet, giving me a quick flash of her bare legs and panty-covered butt.

Annoying as my little sister was, I had to admit that she was already totally cute, sure to grow up into an absolute sex bomb.

I drank a Coke in the living room while counting off five minutes, then strolled into the garage. God, Cindy was already there.

“Are we goinnnng?” she shrilled, shifting from one sneakered foot to the other as she stood impatiently by the car.

“Yes, yes, yessssss!” I snapped at her, pretending to be annoyed, pulse quickening at the thought of the fun I planned to have soon when I turned the tables on my bratty sister… my bratty, sexy little sister.

As soon as we got in the car, Cindy reached for the radio, which was set to the college station I like. I slapped her hand hard — a sharp little CRACK sound echoing in the garage — and said, “Put your seatbelt on.” Cindy pouted, but sullenly tugged the shoulder harness down and fastened it across her waist. I buckled myself in and started the car.

Three blocks away from the house, Cindy made a face at the Sonic Youth track that was playing. “This sucks,” she declared, and reached for the radio again.

This time I slapped her face with a deft backhand that left a red mark on her cheek. The CRACK was louder this time.

Cindy was stunned. Neither of my parents had ever hit us, not even spankings when we were little. She sat frozen, gaping at me, mouth wide open. I’d just wheeled the car onto the main drag when she finally got her voice back.

“YOU CAN’T HIT ME!” she screamed, in that fire alarm voice that always set my jaw on edge. “Y-you — I’M TELLIN’ MOM YOU DID THAT AN’ YOU’RE GONNA GET — mmmmppphh!”

That last came because I’d leaned over a few inches, which my lap belt allowed me to do because I’d fastened it loosely, and clapped my hand hard over Cindy’s mouth. At that point, I executed a quick right hand turn, wrenching the car into the Jiffy Lube parking lot. Switching off the ignition, I shoved her away from me. At that point, she was too startled to make a peep.

“Now, listen up, you little shit,” I told Cindy, keeping my voice low and even, “I got you out of the house so we could have a little chat about your behavior. You’ve been an absolute bitch to me and Mom, and you’re driving us both nuts. I’m not gonna tolerate this bullshit from you for one more day. Maybe Mom won’t discipline you like you deserve, but I’ll take a goddamn belt to your ass if you don’t shape up. You hear me?”

Cindy gave me a wounded look, her lower lip jutting out. “That’s not fair,” she whined. “You and Mom are always ganging up on me. You don’t even try to understand how I feel about…”

“There you go again!” I snapped, cutting her off. “Nobody’s ganging up on you, damn it. See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You carry on like the whole world revolves around Cindy Rutledge. If you don’t get every single thing you want, exactly when you want it, you complain and whine and whine and complain until everyone around you is totally miserable — especially Mom. Listen, I’ve had enough of your bratty behavior. Enough!” I smacked the back of her headrest, hard.

Cindy was gaping at me, eyes huge. “What… what is it you want m-me to do?” she whispered, now looking seriously scared — which was at least part of what I wanted. Now I had to calm her down before she started sniveling.

“Listen,” I said, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes with the back of my hand. She flinched at first, then submitted, closing her eyes and pouting. “I’m not gonna be mean to you if you don’t make me. I love you, even though you’ve been an utter pain in the ass ever since I got home.” While I spoke, I started up the car again, exiting the parking lot. “I swear, sometimes you make me wish I was still back at school instead of on vacation.”

That really struck home. Cindy sank down in her seat, looking miserable. “I’m — I’m sorry if I’ve been so awful to you and Mom… I didn’t know I was, really. W-what can I do to be better?”

I took a deep breath. Here goes. “I’ll make a deal with you. We can be close again, you and me, just like we used to. But there’s gotta be some serious attitude adjustment on your part. No more temper tantrums, and a lot less griping and getting all bent out of shape about every little thing. If you get yourself together and try to act like a civilized human being, then we can be friends, you and me. Just like we used to be, okay? But if you keep being a little bitch, then I promise you this: I’ll make your life a living hell. So… what’s it gonna be?” By then, I’d reached the entrance of the mall.

Cindy sniffled a few times, nibbled at her lower lip in a way that made her look eight years old, then finally said, softly, “I want us to be f-friends again.”

“Good,” I said, pulling into a dark corner of the mall’s left-hand parking garage, where you could get a couple of hours of privacy if you wanted. I’d used it for a make-out and drinking spot back in my high school days, because nearly everyone else parked on the right-hand side. I switched off the ignition and turned back to my sister. “If you really mean that, then yeah, we can be tight again. I’ll help you, the way big sisters are supposed to, and teach you about grownup stuff you need to know… things you can’t go to Mom about. Understand?”

Cindy stared at me, then sniffled and blinked. “Teach me what? You mean, you want to teach me about, um, sex?” She was toying with her hair nervously. “Y-you think I’m ready for that…?”

I smiled, casually placing a hand on her bare thigh. “Baby, you’re ready to have sex with anyone you want. You are old enough now — and it’s the greatest!” Then I paused, my next remark very calculated. “Well… I don’t know, maybe you think sex is kinda gross…”

“Um, no, no,” Cindy said, hastily, blushing a little and looking away. “I mean, I’m not a baby, I know about this stuff. It’s just…” She looked up at me shyly. “I haven’t done anything — I mean, not much.” She hesitated, then smiled. “So… will you show me how to, to be sexy?”

I grinned, but only inwardly. I had her in the palm of my hand now…

“Hmmm,” I said thoughtfully. “Well, I’ll try, I guess.” I gazed at her, tapping my teeth with my fingernail like I was thinking about what I might teach her first. Of course, I knew exactly what I wanted. “Let’s see. Do you know how to kiss?”

“Well… kinda.”

I reclined my car seat back as far as it would go. “Okay, sis… come share my seat and show me how good you are at it.”

Her eyes grew wide. “You want me to kiss you?”

I shrugged and tried to look exasperated. “If you don’t want to…”

“It… it just seems a little weird,” she mumbled, blushing hotly, though her eyes told me that she found the idea of kissing her big sister an intriguing one.

I started toying with her hair. “You don’t have to only have sex with boys, you know,” I whispered. “Fooling around with other girls can be even better.”

She stared at me in disbelief. “Have you, um, had s-sex with other girls?”

I nodded, a wicked smile on my lips. “I have,” I murmured, “and I loved it.”

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then giggled. “Okay!” she squealed, squeezing into my seat next to me.

It was a tight fit, but that only heightened the mood. I placed a hand on Cindy’s cheek and drew her face to mine, my lips parting…

Two minutes later, Cindy broke away and sat back. “How was that? I mean, I’ve only practice kissed with Jane, but she thinks I’m pretty good.”

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer, my nipples were hard as bullets and my pussy a swamp, but I kept my voice cool. Damn, my little sister had one hot little mouth!

“That was… pretty nice,” I said. “You are a good kisser, babe — but you could be even better.” I opened my door. “Come on, let’s get in the back, there’s a little more room to stretch out. I want to show you some other stuff.”

Cindy got into the back without any protest. In fact, she seemed downright eager. I lay back on the seat and pulled my little sister down on top of me with a growl of lust.

She came to me eagerly, her lips meeting mine again and her tongue immediately darting into my mouth.

We both moaned as our kiss grew deep and passionate. I was on fire, more aroused than I’d been in weeks. So far, this crazy plan of mine had succeeded beyond my wildest hopes. I’d figured it would be about a week or so before Cindy would let me make out with her, much less take the initiative herself! I slid my hands up under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing and undid her small bra. We continued to French kiss as my hands found her apple-sized breasts and fondled them. Her nipples quickly stiffened to the touch.

Cindy broke away, panting, then clumsily shrugged out of her t-shirt and bra. The car windows were tinted and there was no one parked anywhere near us, so I wasn’t worried about being seen. Without a word I drew my sister back down to me, taking her left nipple into my mouth. Cindy moaned in surprised delight as I nibbled and sucked at the tip of one breast, then the other.

To my surprise, I felt her hands moving clumsily about the waistband of my denim cutoffs, seeking the button. I squirmed around to give her better access, and she had them unsnapped and halfway down my legs in a flash.

“I wanna see your pussy,” she gasped, her voice loud in the close confines of the car.

“You can have my pussy any time you want it, babe,” I told her breathlessly, running my fingers through her hair, then letting her kiss them as I trailed them over her lips. “You and your friend Jane did a little more than kissing together, didn’t you?”

“No, we didn’t,” Cindy insisted, licking over my palm to kiss my wrist, then trailing her tongue in a tantalizing way down the underside of my arm, “but I’ve seen lots of pictures of girls doing it with each other on the internet, and I always wanted to try it.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m getting to do it with you, though! Pretty wild, huh?”

“Yeah,” I purred, moving in to claim Cindy’s mouth in a brief but hungry kiss, “pretty fuckin’ wild.”

She tugged my tank top up and stared at my bare breasts, moved in to lick my left nipple, then took it between her lips and sucked gently. “You’re so pretty,” Cindy breathed as she switched to my other erect nipple. She suckled me for another few seconds, then raised her face, her eyes burning into mine. “So… have you done this with a lot of other girls?”

“Oh, a few,” I admitted, running my fingers through her soft hair. “But this is extra special, sis, because I love you so much.”

It was true, too — the idea of committing incest with my sister had me nearly trembling with excitement. I couldn’t believe I’d never thought of making a move on her before. After all, I’d wanted to make love to my mom for a least a year, ever since I had a dirty dream about her after realizing I liked girls. She still looked really good at thirty-eight, and hadn’t been with anyone since Dad bailed on us. I knew that I could rock her world in bed.

Now I’d made a hot little discovery — a sexy little lover who’d been sleeping in the bed just across the room from mine for two weeks! And to think that just a couple of days ago, I’d all but given this summer up as a lost cause…

“I love you too,” Cindy purred. She kissed me again, urgently, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. “Can I really make out with you any time I want?” she asked breathlessly, between kisses.

“Baby,” I told her, touched by her enthusiasm, “we’re gonna be sleeping in the same room until September. We can fuck all night, every night… and anytime Mom’s at work, we can fuck on the couch downstairs, too.”

“Oh yeahhhh,” Cindy said, sounding very pleased at that prospect. Then she blushed a little bit, looking down at her hands. “So, um… can Jane maybe come over an’ play with us? She might be kinda weird about it at first, but I know she’d like it.” Her eyes were alight with excitement.

God, could this be the same irksome little bitch who I’d fantasized about boiling in oil that very morning? This scheme of mine was going better than I could ever have imagined! “Sure, we can do that,” I told Cindy with a kiss, “and I’d love to help you seduce your friend, sweetie.”

“Cool!” she squealed.

We kissed again, and then that went on for a while, and eventually I panted, “I want to take your cherry, babe. How about it… wanna get fucked by your big sister?”

“Oh, wow…” Cindy said, pausing to think about that. “Well… yeah! Sure, you can fuck me. How are you gonna do it, Kim?”

I hugged her to me tightly, licked around her ear, and whispered “With a dildo, silly. I’ve got more than one, though. Let me ask you this — d’ya want me to use my strap-on cock on you, or the one I hold in my hand?”

“Oooh, strap it on and do me like a boy,” Cindy grinned wickedly. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be my first, Kimmie. It’s like I’m your girlfriend now, huh?”

“Mmmm… you’re my best little girlfriend, sugardoll,” I whispered in Cindy’s ear as I slipped her shorts down and began to finger her pussy. “We can make love for awhile right here, but then we’ll go back home and get together tonight after Mom goes to sleep. You deserve to be in a nice warm bed for your first fuck.”

“Oh God, that sounds amazing,” Cindy breathed. Then she looked at me with adoring eyes, bashfully nibbling her lip. “Kimmie, can I lick your pussy now? I’d like to…”

My reply was to part my legs, letting my little sister see everything. “Be my guest.”

I sighed happily as she kissed down my neck and to my nipple, taking it into her hot mouth and gently sucking. “Oh, yeah, Cindy-girl… make me feel good.”

She made her wicked way down my body, tantalizing me with her lips and tongue, finally kneeling between my thighs. I reached down to open my cunt with two fingers, offering myself to Cindy. She slowly dipped her head to plant a soft kiss on my pussy.

I moaned as my baby sister pressed her mouth to my cunt and began to eat me, her hot tongue lashing my vulva until she found my clit. I gasped as she nuzzled it, then began to lick.

“Mmmyummmm!” Cindy purred as she lapped at me, clearly digging her first taste of cunt.

“Oh, baby,” I groaned, arching my back and grinding my pudenda into her face. “Ohhh you hot little bitch mmm sweet lover oh my GOD you are so good at that oh jesus FUCK I’m coming…!”

I went off like a hand grenade, coming in my little sister’s face as she continued to pleasure me. Finally my pussy got tender and I couldn’t take any more, so I squeezed her shoulder to get her attention. “Hold on for a second, sis.”

She drew back, her mouth and chin shining with wetness. I brought my knees up to my breasts, parting my buttocks for her. “Okay, Cindy — now lick my asshole.”

“Uh, wow,” Cindy said as she lifted her eyes up to mine, “I never thought of doing that before.”

“No,” I said, “I bet not… but trust me, it’s so fucking good. You’ll see, when I do it to you.”

Cindy blinked at me a few times without speaking, then put her face back between my legs and worked her way a little lower. I felt her licking a path through my ass crack. “Yum,” she purred, and then I felt her tongue start to swirl around my rosebud.

I love to get my ass licked, especially just after I’ve just come. “Oh yeah baby, that’s good,” I crooned as I felt my baby sister’s wet tongue bathe my anus.

Cindy ate my ass out for a few minutes while I fondled my tits… and it felt wonderful. Finally I slid my legs off her shoulders and sat up. “Okay, baby sister,” I said, “it’s your turn.”

She smiled at me and I kissed her deeply, tasting my sticky self on her mouth. I maneuvered us around so I had my knees on the floor of the car and she was on the seat, her legs over my shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my face to her lightly downed pussy.

I used my fingers to play with Cindy’s moistened labia while I tongued and nibbled her clit, then ran my tongue up and down her cunt for a long while before taking her clit between my lips and sucking at the tiny pink nubbin. I slowly wriggled a finger deep into her rectum and began sliding it in and out while I ate her. Cindy was going out of her mind with pleasure within minutes, finally gasping for me to stop.

“Slut,” I told her good-naturedly, kissing my way up her body and plunging my tongue into her eager mouth. As she sucked at it, I pushed her back and turned her so she was lying lengthwise on the seat, then got on top of Cindy, settled my cunt against hers and began to grind myself against her in a hot lesbian fuck. My sister moaned and squirmed beneath me, which only added to the friction we were generating.

After a few minutes of crazily pumping our bodies together, I found myself going off again. A few seconds later Cindy panted crazily as she came, too.

“That’s pretty good sex for a seventh grade virgin,” I told her, running my tongue up her neck to her ear and nibbling at the lobe. “Now let’s get dressed. I have to buy you some hot new clothes before I take you home and fuck you for real.”

“Okay,” Cindy said agreeably, turning her face to kiss me. “I love you, Kimmie.”

“Love you too, my sweet fuck toy,” I told her. I tossed Cindy her shorts and she squirmed into them while I put on mine.

Once in the mall, I took my sister to Burdine’s to find a couple of outfits for her — a couple of sleeveless blouses, very tight, with some V-shaped necklines that buttoned up the front, and some short skirts that hugged her ass tightly. Cindy was positively in a daze by the time we left the shopping area and were walking back to the car. My arm was around her shoulders, and hers circled my waist as she snuggled her head into the side of my right breast.

“People’r gonna think we’re weird if they see us, I bet,” Cindy murmured to me as we walked, and indeed, some people were staring out of the corners of their eyes at the sight of two hot teenage girls walking along embracing like lovers in the mall. “I don’t even care, though.”

“Me neither — let ‘em stare,” I said. “Do you love me, sis?”

“Course,” she sighed, snuggling into me a little more as we walked. “I’m your girlfriend, you said so,” Cindy responded dreamily. “You’re gonna fuck me too, and I can’t wait!”

We exited through the doors that led out into the parking garage. I stopped, bringing Cindy to a halt, and glanced around. Seeing no one in the vicinity, I shoved her over behind a kiosk that juts out of the left wall, showing a map of the mall on its front side for people who are lost.

“I wanna lick you again,” I growled, pushing her up against the wall, running my hand down Cindy’s stomach and into her shorts to cup her sweet little cunt in my hand and caress it…while crushing my mouth to hers in a ravenous kiss that left my head spinning like a yo-yo.

“Aaaaaanything,” Cindy moaned, panting, as I kissed my way down her neck, nuzzling the hollow of her throat, “you can do what you like to me, sis, an’ I’ll do anything you say, I’m yours, oh Kimmie that’s so gooood…”

“Turn around,” I told her, “and play with your pussy. I’m gonna lick you from behind.”

She obeyed immediately, and I yanked her shorts down to her knees, knelt behind her, parted those soft cheeks and began to lick her sweet little asshole.

I sensed, more than felt, my sister masturbating while I ate her ass. Both my hands held her bottom open, and my face was buried in the dark cleft as I swirled my tongue around Cindy’s sweet back channel, enjoying the taste and texture of my thirteen-year-old sister’s virgin anus.

I have no idea how long it took; I wasn’t aware of anything but her rosebud pulsing around my tongue as I licked at her, until I finally heard “Ohhh GOD Kim I’m commminggggg!” and felt Cindy tremble in ecstasy as she went off for the third time in an hour.

As her pleasure crested and ebbed, I lovingly planted a few soft kisses on Cindy’s cheeks, pulled her shorts back up, and got to my feet again. As for my sister, she was sagging against the wall with what I’d have to call a well-fucked expression on her face. I picked up our shopping bags with one hand and gave her perky little butt a pat with the other.

“Come on, sugardoll,” I told her, “Time to go home.”

Cindy sighed happily, then threw her arms around my neck, startling me with a tight, very warm hug. “Mmmm Kimmie, you’re the best!” She drew back a little, gazing adoringly up at me. “Thank you for showing me how to kiss and eat pussy, and for making me feel so good and letting me be your girlfriend!”

“Pleasure’s mine, sweetie,” I said. At that moment I couldn’t resist; she was looking up at me all big-eyed, so adorable and hot, so I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed tenderly. Cindy moaned and opened her mouth wide to receive my tongue.

We stood in front of the car, tenderly kissing for a long while. God… was I falling in love with my baby sister?

“I am gonna fuck you so good tonight, girl,” I whispered, nibbling her earlobe.

*****

That night was incredible, too. I remember climbing on top of Cindy, my lubricated cock fastened about my waist, her thighs parted for me. We kissed hungrily as I placed the tip at the entrance of her cunt, whispered, “I love you, baby,” and fed the length of it into her until I reached Cindy’s hymen.

She gasped in pain when I broke her, a few tears rolling down her cheeks — but she wouldn’t let me pull out, clutching me to her as she adjusted to being filled so completely. Finally she said, “Okay, I… I th-think you can fuck me now.”

I began to work my cock back and forth, going slowly at first. “Oh, Kimmie,” she moaned, “that f-feels amazing…”

Within minutes Cindy had both legs wrapped round me as I plowed her. When my sister came, she bucked so hard that I was nearly thrown off the bed. I’d never seen anyone get off so intensely before.

Once she recovered, my sweet little sister got me up on all fours and ate my pussy and asshole until I exploded in her mouth.

We snuggled together, kissing and making out for a long while, then drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Two years later, Cindy and I are still lovers. We occasionally fool around with other girls, but our main interest is in each other. She and I are both scheming about how we might get our mother into bed with us, so who knows — there might be more to this story one day!

The End (?)

By JetBoy

Suddenly Polly pulled away, peering up at the older girl. “Hey, Beth,” she chirped, “can we do some more sex things now? I want to play with your butt!”

“My butt?” Beth replied, startled.

“Well… yeah!” Polly answered, now blushing. “I… I think that ladies’ b-bottoms are the beautifullest things in the whole world! An’ I bet yours is ‘specially beautiful.” She gazed pleadingly at the teen, biting her lower lip. “Please, Beth, can I? Pretty please?”

Beth smiled, touching her young lover’s cheek. “Of course you can, sweetheart,” she crooned. “but first, I just have to do this.” She claimed Polly’s mouth in a tender kiss, teasing the girl’s lips with the tip of her tongue.

With a tiny but impassioned moan Polly immediately responded, her own tongue meeting and mingling with Beth’s. They kissed for a long while, savoring the soft liquid sounds their mouths made.

Finally Beth broke away, transfixing little Polly with a smoldering glance. “Okay then, Pollybelle…” she murmured, raising herself to a sitting position, then sliding onto her tummy, making her movements as sultry and sensual as she could. “Here’s my butt, all warm and ready for you.” Thrusting her ass up, she gave her hips a slow grind, thrilled at the awed look on Polly’s face.

All but hypnotized by the sight of those firm, shapely globes, the child absently moistened her lips. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Like what you see, lover?” Beth purred, spreading her thighs further apart, wanting Polly to get a good look.

“Gosh, yes…” the girl breathed, hesitantly reaching out to touch the pale rump. “It’s so pretty.”

“Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” sighed Beth.

“C-can I kiss your bottom, Beth?” Polly shyly inquired, her hand resting on the older girl’s buttock.

Beth’s eyes flashed eagerly. “Oooh yeah, babe… I’d love you to!”

Polly slowly approached, nervously moistening her lips before placing a gentle kiss upon Beth’s left cheek.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” the teen moaned. “Keep doing that, Polly… don’t stop!”

Emboldened, little Polly drew even closer — grasping Beth’s hips, pressing her face into the smooth flesh as she gave her babysitter’s bottom one kiss after another, deepening those kisses as her excitement grew.

“Fuck!” Beth gasped, heartbeat thundering in her ears, overwhelmed by the eight-year-old’s instinct for sex play. Polly was practically making love to her ass, showering it with open-mouthed kisses.

Then she felt two little hands spreading her cheeks apart, sensed Polly’s warm breath caressing the crack of her ass. She tensed, her mouth hanging open. No fucking way, Beth told herself. She wouldn’t do that, not yet.

Polly stared hungrily at the treasures nestled between Beth’s parted legs. The pussy she already knew, and seeing how wet it was made the sight even more thrilling. Then there was another opening, the tight pink cleft just above Beth’s sex. That’s her butthole, Polly realized. She breathed deeply, taking in the thick, musky perfume of her older lover’s anus.

The impulse was there to kiss that puckered hole — maybe even lick it a little bit. Bet that’s something only bad girls do, she thought. Then again, she’d licked Beth’s pussy, and that had been the best!

Besides, Polly was coming to realize how much she liked being bad…

Unable to resist, the child pried Beth’s bottom open, even further than before, and plunged her face between the pale globes, pressing her lips firmly against the tender rosebud.

“Oh, jeez, Polly!” Beth cried, her breath coming in excited gasps.

Polly drew back to lick her lips, brow furrowed in concentration as she weighed the taste of the older girl’s bottom, deciding it was pretty good — not gross at all! The flavor was mostly like Beth’s pussy, but also sort of different.

Wanting another taste, the little girl bent to take an experimental lick, trailing her tongue through the teen’s butt crack, delighted to see how that made Beth shiver.

“God, Polly,” Beth moaned. “You… have… no idea how g-great that feels.”

Eager to bring pleasure to her new girlfriend, Polly pried Beth’s cheeks even further apart, burrowing between them to lick deeper, harder.

Beth pressed her face into the pillow’s squashy softness, her head reeling. For all the wild lesbian fantasies she’d indulged in since deciding her sexuality, this moment easily topped them all — getting her asshole licked by a beautiful little girl of eight.

That sweet fire was stoked and glowing between her legs once more, and Beth hastened to feed the blaze, thrusting a hand beneath her belly to masturbate. Polly’s enthused sucking had left the teen’s clitoris incredibly tender, so Beth just lightly teased it with the tip of a finger — gentle, barely-there touches that had her seeing stars.

Polly was really getting into rimming her babysitter, adorning Beth’s anus with passionate tongue kisses as if her butthole was a sexy mouth. It was a cooler game than any she’d ever played before.

Gosh, Polly thought, she really loves getting her bottom licked. Wonder if she’d do that to me?

Meanwhile, Beth’s brow was furrowed in concentration as she grasped for her pleasure, summoned it forth, felt it build — the throbbing of her sex made stronger by the backdoor oral action she was getting from Polly. The little girl was trailing her wet, warm tongue up and down Beth’s crack, and it felt utterly divine.

“Oh, yeah!” Beth blurted, feeling sweet release drawing nearer. “Oh, fuck — fuck!” It was close now, very close; all but breathing down the teen’s neck…

Then Beth’s body jerked violently, head rearing back as a hard jolt of an orgasm shook her slender frame. “Ohhhhhggggod Polly YES!” she screamed, pushing her ass back into the child’s face. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tSTOP!”

Hanging on as best she could, Polly kept her face buried between Beth’s buttocks, determined to do all she could to make her new girlfriend feel wonderful.

Now Beth was beyond words. Great waves of pleasure crashed through the girl as if her body was a gong being hammered, stroke after exquisite stroke. The universe was reduced to fingers and clit; tongue and anus.

Hand busy between her legs, Beth drove herself further and higher until there was a sudden breaking through, leaving her floating in a gauzy void of glowing warmth. Her limp upper half collapsed onto the bed, face hitting the cool pillow with a smack.

Undaunted, Polly continued to rim the older girl, licking her hole until Beth pulled away. Rolling onto her back, the older girl extended her arms, gasping, “C’mere, babe.”

Polly crawled into the teen’s arms, where Beth rewarded her with a deep, hungry kiss. Tilting her head, the child met and matched her lover’s passion, meeting Beth’s thrusting tongue with her own. Finally, their lust sated, they gently broke apart.

“Oh, Pollybelle,” Beth whispered, reaching to brush the little girl’s bangs from her damp forehead, “that was incredible. I had no idea you were going to — to lick my bottom like that.”

“I… I didn’t know I was gonna do it!” a dazed Polly replied. “It just s-sorta happened.”

“Well, I’m glad it did. You made me feel great, sweetie… fantastic!” Beth cradled the child, nuzzling her face. “I adore you, Polly…”

“Um, so… can we maybe do this again sometime?”

Beth grinned wickedly. “Ohhhhh, yeah. You’re my girlfriend now, remember?” She left a line of soft kisses along Polly’s jawline, then licked around the edge of her ear, making Polly whimper. “I’m gonna do everything with you, my sexy little cutie… I’ll show you all the ways that two girls can fuck.”

“You used that word before!” gasped Polly, amused. “That’s a bad thing to say, too — isn’t it?”

Beth gave the girl a wry grin. “Yeah, it is, Pollybelle… but it’s also what we just did, you and me. We fucked.” Dipping her head, she traced the child’s lips with her tongue, then met her eyes again. “Say it for me, babe… tell me how you love to fuck me.”

Blushing furiously, Polly whispered the words Beth wanted to hear. “I love to f-fuck you, Beth…” then burst into gleeful giggles, thrilled by her boldness. “I do, I really, really do!” She cuddled into her babysitter. “Okay, say it to me some more!”

Beth drew away, transfixing her young lover with a smoldering stare. “Polly, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than fuck you. I’d lick that sweet pussy of yours until you almost faint, it feels so good. Then I’d lick your ass, the same way you did to me.” As she spoke, Beth’s hand slid down Polly’s tummy to curl around her smooth pubis.

“Know what, sweetie?” she cooed. “I can’t wait. I’m gonna fuck you again — right now!”

Polly relaxed completely in Beth’s embrace, her head lolling on the teen’s shoulder as she gazed, dreamy-eyed, at the ceiling. “Oh. Ooooh, Beth… that’s soooooo nice!” she gasped, a sweet shudder coursing through her willowy frame as nimble fingers grazed her clitoris.

Beth’s lust had renewed itself as if by magic. With her right hand she masturbated the eight-year-old, while the left caressed Polly’s flat chest, brushing her tiny nipples to stiffness, whispering a litany of lust and desire into the child’s ear while pleasuring her. “My sexy little lover… God, it gets me so fucking hot to touch you like this, Pollybelle. I just wanna kiss you, taste you… make love to every inch of your beautiful, beautiful body. Oh, Polly, I love your pussy — so warm and wet and slippery.” She paused to nip playfully at Polly’s earlobe, and the girl mewed with delight. “Y’know what I’d like to do now, babe? Put my finger inside you… Would you let me do that, Polly? Can I slip my finger into that juicy little pussy of yours? I promise I’ll be gentle — and you’ll love how it feels. Can I, Polly? Pretty please?”

“Uh… uh-huh!” and a quick nod was all Polly could manage, out of breath as she was.

With that, Beth began to trace the little girl’s vaginal cleft with a finger, allowing the tip to slowly work its way inside. Polly’s slit was moist enough to allow for smooth penetration, and the child’s blue eyes widened in mixed pleasure and astonishment as the probing digit entered her, a millimeter at a time.

“Does this feel good?” Beth cooed, cradling the nude nymph.

“Y-y-yes!” gasped a shivering Polly.

Beth’s finger was now touching the thin membrane of her lover’s hymen. She dared not permit herself to take the child’s virginity, not just yet — but there were other ways to give her pleasure. Beth began to move her finger about in tiny circles, stimulating the walls of Polly’s vagina, then commenced to work it in and out, in and out.

“Oh, Beth… oh my gosh, Beth!”

Grinning wickedly, the teen allowed her other hand to glide down the little girl’s baby-soft tummy to between her thighs, seeking out the nubbin of Polly’s clitoris. Locating the tiny bump, Beth lightly tweaked it between two fingers.

A hoarse cry erupted from Polly’s throat, her thin frame seizing up as she exploded into orgasm. Beth held on tightly to the twitching girl, concentrating on pumping her finger in and out of Polly’s cunt without breaking the hymen.

The child’s rapture quickly mounted to an unimaginable height, punctuated by a tiny shriek. Beth continued to masturbate her until Polly lay limp and trembling in her older lover’s embrace.

Beth cradled the flushed girl, showering her with soft kisses and whispering, “Sweet little girl… my precious baby, I love you…”

Sighing contentedly, Polly curled up like a kitten, letting Beth cuddle her. “Love you, too,” she whispered.

They lay together for a long while; finally, Beth roused herself. “C’mon, Pollybelle… we’ve got to get ourselves cleaned up before your mom gets home.”

Yawning, Polly slowly sat up. “Mmmmm… okay.” Then she grinned. “Wanna take a bath with me?”

Beth tousled the child’s now mussed hair. “I like the way you think, cutie-pie. Let’s go!”

Minutes later Polly and Beth were in the tub, happily washing one another. It took far longer to get clean than it ordinarily might have because the girls were having such a lovely time at it, pausing again and again to exchange kisses.

Finally they emerged from their bath, bodies gleaming wetly. Grabbing a towel, Beth began to rub down the giggling girl — then she stopped herself as an idea made itself felt.

“Hey, Polly?” she murmured, “I wanna try something. Put your hands on the edge of the bathtub and bend over.”

“Okay,” piped Polly, who happily obliged. Beth feasted her eyes once more on her new lover’s bare bottom, now glistening from their bath. Kneeling behind the child, she moved in to place a tender kiss upon the left buttock, then the right.

A tiny squeak of delight escaped Polly’s lips when Beth pressed her face into the softness of the little girl’s rump, adorning the warm, still damp flesh with open-mouthed kisses.

“Oh, gosh,” moaned Polly. “Ooooooohh… oh, Beth!”

The teen’s heart thumped crazily as she made love to the eight-year-old’s pert little ass. Then she carefully pried the smooth globes apart, absently moistening her lips as she stared at her ultimate prize — the jewel of Polly’s anus.

Closing her eyes, Beth ran her tongue through the dark pink cleft, licking lustily at the child’s rosebud.

Polly responded with a giggle that trailed off into a blissful sigh… then as Beth’s tongue traced circles around the anal pucker, the little girl began to whimper with delight. “Oh, wow… that, that f-feels wonderful…”

Almost absently, Polly placed a hand upon her mound and began to touch herself.

Beth’s very soul was aglow with happiness. To be on her knees before this beautiful child and licking at her butthole seemed like a glimpse of heaven. No matter what happens, she thought, even if we get caught, I swear it’s worth it for this.

Then she realized with a start that Polly was masturbating.

Jesus, the teen marveled. Can she actually come a third time? Beth had no idea if such a thing was even possible — but she quickly realized that the child was doing her level best to make it happen!

What the hell, Beth decided. Let’s go for the gold.

She began to fondle Polly, exploring as much of the eight-year-old’s body as she could reach while continuing to rim her. Pressing even deeper into Polly’s crack, she gave the young girl’s anus a wet French kiss, her lips sucking and slurping at the tiny opening.

Polly was quivering now, her breath coming in quick bursts as if she were running. Beth’s hot mouth was doing wonderful things to her butthole — and there were lovely hands gliding everywhere, touching her legs, tummy, arms, bottom. She rubbed eagerly at her slit, very much wanting to make those big, wonderful feelings happen again. By this time she was thrusting her ass back into Beth’s face, eager for more of her teenage lover’s oral attention.

As Beth gave the child what she wanted, her hands were busy caressing Polly’s flat chest. Finding a tiny nipple, she teased it, then took the bud between finger and thumb to give it a pinch.

That was enough to send Polly into orgasm, her choked cry ringing out in the humid bathroom.

Beth clutched the little girl as she came, her tongue still busy between those pert cheeks. Finally, the teen raised her head as she felt Polly sway. Taking hold of the eight-year-old’s waist, she carefully lowered the child to the floor, resting her against the bathtub in a seated position.

Reaching up to touch the flushed girl’s cheek, Beth grinned. “You okay, kiddo?”

Bangs plastered wetly to her forehead, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath, Polly slowly nodded. “Okay… yeah, I’m okay.” She gave Beth a dazed smile. “Oh, Beth… y-you’re so good to me. I love you.” Seizing the older girl’s hand, she clumsily kissed it once, twice, three times.

Beth drew nearer to the girl, straddling her outstretched legs. “I love you too, Pollybelle.” Tilting her head, she claimed Polly’s mouth in a tender kiss. The child responded immediately, her tongue darting between Beth’s parted lips.

As they kissed passionately, Beth’s head swam. My God, it’s true. I’m in love for the first time in my life, and it’s with a girl who’s still in second grade. What a crazy situation!

Gently breaking away, Beth sighed happily. “Well, come on, babe… we need to get dried off and into some clothes.” She stood, then extended a hand to Polly, helping the little girl to her feet. “Actually, I guess it’s time for you to put on your pajamas, huh?”

“Yeah,” replied Polly, raising both arms as Beth resumed the task of drying her.

Minutes later, the girls were back in Polly’s room, getting dressed.

“Listen, sweetheart,” Beth began, slipping into her jeans, “I feel really great that you’re my girlfriend and all, but you know we have to keep this a secret, right?”

“Mmmm. Yeah, I guess so,” murmured Polly, wriggling her arms through the sleeves of a flowery pajama top.

Beth knelt before the child, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Seriously, Pollybelle. You can’t tell anyone about us. Not even your best friend, and definitely not your mom. If people find out, we’ll never be able to make love again, not ever. Understand?”

Struck by the sober expression on Beth’s face, Polly whispered, “I won’t tell, Beth. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Good,” the teen nodded, her smile returned. “Now go brush your teeth, and let’s get you into bed. I’ll read you a nice story.”

“Okay,” chirped Polly, padding into the bathroom. “But… can we maybe kiss some more, too?”

Beth laughed. “Oh, we’ll kiss, all right. Just try to keep me away from those yummy lips, cutie!”

Soon, Polly was tucked snugly into bed with Beth stretched out next to her, holding an open storybook and reading. “After the feast, the Laziest Man fell into his bed like a log. But a strange thing happened to him. Though his eyes closed, he did not really sleep.”

Polly poked Beth’s shoulder. “Another kiss, please…” she giggled.

Marking her place with a finger, Beth closed the book, then leaned into the happy child. Their mouths met, and the two lovers shared a soft, sweet and very romantic kiss, tongues playfully engaging.

After a moment, Beth broke away with a smile for her childish lover, found her place, and took up the thread of the story once more. “Though his eyes closed, he did not really sleep. In his mind he kept hearing peals of silvery laughter. Limply — for he never moved fast — he pulled the blanket over his head, but the laughter continued in his brain. And for the first time in his lazy life, he became awake.”

“Another kiss,” Polly sighed dreamily, again nudging her babysitter.

“You forgot to say ‘please’,” retorted Beth as she dipped down to swap another sensuous French kiss with Polly. This time when they parted, the little girl found herself yawning hugely.

“Hey!” Beth mock-pouted. “Are my kisses boring you? Maybe I shouldn’t give you any more!”

“Noooooo!” protested Polly. “M’sorry, Beth… I don’t wanna be sleepy, but — I kinda am anyhow.” She yawned again. “Ooooh… damn it!”

Beth laughed. “Don’t cuss like that around your mom! She’ll think I taught you how.” She tousled the child’s hair. “It’s okay, sweet stuff. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Getting in trouble, getting spanked… learning how to make love, then a nice hot bath… you came three times, y’know! That’s a lot for a little girl.”

Puzzled, the drowsy child peered at Beth. “I… came?”

“You did,” Beth cooed, drawing Polly into her arms. “Remember that great big intense feeling you got when we were doing sex stuff? They call that ‘coming’. It’s also called an orgasm. Ever hear that word before?”

Polly shook her head. “Uh-uh. So if you’re coming… where are you coming from?”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Beth chuckled. “You just come. That’s all.” Polly yawned again. “Oh, my… I know a little girl who need to get some rest.”

“Guess so,” mumbled Polly. “Can you kiss me one more time, then keep reading ’till I’m asleep? I like to hear you talk.”

“Sure thing, babe.” Her lips found Polly’s, and the girls kissed lovingly, tongues mingling. Parting, Beth whispered. “I love you, sweet Pollybelle. Sweet dreams.”

“Love you, Beth,” Polly breathed. “G’night.”

Opening her book, Beth again resumed the story. “And for the first time in his lazy life, he became awake. As the hours passed, he became more and more awake. In fact, the Laziest Man did not sleep a wink that night.”

She read on for a few more paragraphs, then paused to glance down at Polly, smiling when she saw that the child, unlike the Laziest Man in the World, was fast asleep.

Carefully rising from the bed, Beth bent to touch her lips to Polly’s forehead. She studied the peaceful face of the little girl, then turned off the bedside lamp before quietly exiting the room, turning back for one last glance. The child’s face was positively angelic, lit by the faint illumination from her night light.

*****

About two hours later, Judy Ryan entered the silent house, keys in hand. She peered into the living room. Beth, seated on the sofa, glanced up from her history textbook.

“Hi, Mrs. Ryan,” the teen murmured, putting down her pencil and stretching. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Oh, it was wonderful!” Judy replied. “We really felt the spirit. How’s Polly? She behaved herself, I hope.”

“Like an angel. I put her to bed a couple of hours ago. Last time I checked, she was fast asleep.”

“Good,” Judy nodded, setting her purse down on the coffee table. “Listen, Beth. I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier tonight… you know, that you didn’t understand about morals. I wasn’t saying that you were a bad person — you’re just young, and haven’t seen what a… destructive place the world can be.” She paused. “I was pretty upset about Polly, what I caught her doing. I’m sorry if I took it out on you.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” Beth mildly replied. “My feelings weren’t hurt.”

Judy seated herself in the easy chair. “It’s so hard, raising a child in this day and age. Especially a little girl.” She sighed. “So many wicked influences, everywhere you look. It’s the biggest trial of being a parent, you see — protecting your young one from corruption.” She gave a weary smile. “I’m luckier than most, I guess. Lord knows Polly makes mistakes, but she’s still a good girl at heart.”

“She’s a great kid, Mrs. Ryan,” Beth nodded. “Of all the children I babysit, she’s my favorite.”

“Well… that’s really sweet of you to say,” Judy replied.

Beth leaned forward. “Say, Mrs. Ryan… I know you have to work late all through the week, so Polly has to be alone for awhile after school–”

Judy’s gaze hardened slightly. “There’s nothing I can do about that. It’s my shift; there’s no way for me to get home any earlier.” She folded her arms, frowning at the teenage girl. “Why do you mention it?”

“Well… since Polly and I get out at the same time, and Green Springs Elementary is only a couple of blocks away from the high school, I thought that I could maybe, y’know, meet her after school and bring her home, maybe even stay with her for a little while.”

Judy’s mouth opened, then closed. Finally, she spoke, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I don’t understand. Are you looking for more babysitting work? Do you need to earn extra cash for something?”

Beth shook her head. “No, no… you don’t have to pay me, Mrs. Ryan.” Careful, now. Don’t make her suspicious. “It’s just that… I pass Polly’s school on my way home, and you live so close by anyhow…” She pointed at her history textbook. “If it’s okay with you, I’d just study in here until you get home. To be honest, your house is way quieter than mine. My brothers…” She rolled her eyes. “They’re always kicking up a huge racket. I’d get a lot more of my schoolwork done here.”

Absently stroking her chin, Judy considered the teen’s proposal, finally nodding. “That does sound good. I’ve never liked Polly having to be at home by herself.” She leaned forward. “You have to let me give you something for your trouble, though. How about ten dollars a week?”

“Well… I could use the money,” Beth admitted, trying to conceal her growing excitement. “Okay, Mrs. Ryan. It’s a deal.”

“So — you’ll be here this Monday, then.”

“Sure,” Beth replied, gathering her things and rising. “I really should get going. It’s past my bedtime.”

“All right,” murmured Judy, reaching for her purse and fishing inside for her wallet. She extracted a few bills, paused, added another, then handed the money to Beth. “Thanks again for staying so late — and for everything else.”

The teen gave Judy a sunny smile. “My pleasure, Mrs. Ryan.” They moved toward the front door. “Oh, and if it’s okay with you, don’t tell Polly yet about me coming home with her. I’d like to surprise her on Monday.” A ripple of sexual heat wafted through Beth as she pictured the child’s ecstatic response to the news.

“I won’t,” Judy nodded as she opened the door. “I’m sure she’ll be happy about it. Polly thinks the world of you.”

“Oh, the feeling’s mutual. Like I said — she’s my favorite. Good night!” With a brief wave, Beth set off for home.

Judy gazed thoughtfully at the lithe, attractive teen as she vanished into the night. Well, well, she reflected, how about that? I found myself someone to look after Polly in the afternoons — and for a heck of a lot less than I’d usually have to pay.

She nodded, pleased with herself. She’s a decent enough girl, I guess… bet she’s not a virgin, though. Young women these days — they just don’t believe in purity anymore.

She wandered back inside, closing the door behind her. Hope she attends a decent church, at least. I’ll have to find some way to bring the subject up.

*****

Beth sauntered down the street toward her home, its porch light visible in the distance. Her eyes were dancing with thrilled delight, a wicked smile on her lips.

My, my, my, she told herself. Isn’t that something? Goody-two-shoes Judy Ryan, paying me ten bucks a week to fuck her little girl.

The End

*****

This story is an adaptation and major expansion of “Comforting Molly,” a very brief vignette by Leslita writer Tom. I loved this story, immediately feeling an urge to play with it. Originally, it was going to be a short piece I expected to have finished in two weeks tops; instead it grew and grew into what you see here. My sincere thanks to Tom — first, for inspiring me to create with his words; second, for generously permitting me to share the result with you.

By JetBoy

Seventeen-year-old Beth Gosford was sprawled out on her bed and idly doodling on a notepad when she received a phone call from Judy Ryan, a thirtyish divorced mother who she did babysitting work for every now and then. Beth was smart, dependable and usually got along well with the kids she looked after, so her sitting services were much in demand.

“Hi, Beth,” came the voice over the line. “Judy Ryan here. I know this is really short notice, but my sister just called — she got a pair of tickets to the Gaither Family Homecoming show. I’ve been dying to go, and the show is tonight. Could you babysit Polly for me…?”

“Sure, Mrs. Ryan. I wasn’t doing anything tonight, anyhow,” Beth replied. “I’d be happy to look after her.”

She meant it, too. Polly was one of her favorite kids to sit for, a bright, adorable girl of eight.

“Oh, thank you so much. I’ll expect you around seven,” Judy said cheerfully before she hung up.

Beth took a quick shower, had dinner with her family, then grabbed her history notes and textbook before walking over to the Ryan house, a few houses up the street.

When Beth rang the bell Mrs. Ryan opened the front door, mouth set in a deep scowl, and led Beth into the kitchen without a word.

As she entered, the teen stopped dead in her tracks. There was little Polly standing with her face in the corner, naked from the waist down. The child was crying and her bottom was bright pink from what was clearly a recently administered spanking.

“Sit down, Beth,” Judy said. “I told Polly that as an added punishment, you’d get to see what a bad little girl she is.”

Beth was aghast. “Wh-what on earth did she do?” she asked.

Judy folded her arms grimly. “I walked into the bathroom half an hour ago and found this little brat with the handle of her toothbrush up inside her bottom, touching herself between the legs. I asked her what on earth she thought she was doing, and do you know what her excuse was? She told me ‘It feels good’.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Well, I threw that toothbrush straight in the trash, put her over my lap and spanked her behind, right there and then.” She glanced over at her shivering daughter. “Now she gets to stand in the corner with no pants on until I say otherwise.”

“B-but, Mrs. Ryan… surely she didn’t do anything that bad,” Beth protested. “She may be pretty young, but it’s perfectly normal for girls to — to experiment with touching themselves. Don’t you think you might be, well, overreacting a little?”

Judy’s eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s a filthy habit,” she declared. “Even if she were older, it’s still self-abuse, it’s wrong… and I won’t tolerate such behavior in my home.” She shook her head. “You just don’t understand the importance of good morals, most girls your age don’t… but mark my words, young lady, you’ll change your tune fast when you have children of your own.” She gazed sternly at the uncomfortable teen, then with a weary sigh, her features softened slightly. Turning to her daughter, she said, “Okay, Polly, that’s enough for now, I suppose. Come on, let’s go upstairs and lay down.”

Judy took little Polly’s arm and escorted the miserable, half-naked little girl up the stairs, leaving Beth fuming in the kitchen.

God, what a bitch! the teen thought, clenching her fists in angry frustration. I knew she was a narrow-minded Bible-beater, but not as bad as that! Jeez, poor Polly…

Just then the doorbell rang. Beth hesitated, then moved to answer it, but Judy hustled downstairs, coat draped over an arm, clutching a purse. “That’s my sister. I’m off… I’ll probably be back late, all right?”

Beth took a deep, calming breath. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay with Polly as long as you need me to.”

“Good,” Judy replied with a tight-lipped smile that made Beth’s anger surge again. “Oh, and no television for her tonight. I let her out of the corner early, but she’s still being punished. Understand?” The teen nodded. “Good. See you later.” With that, she was gone.

The teen huffed angrily as she sourly contemplated the closed door. How could she treat such a sweet little girl like that? God, it’s no wonder Mr. Ryan dumped her for his secretary. Bet she’s a fucking ice cube in bed.

She imagined how ashamed Polly must feel at that moment. Then another thought drifted through Beth’s mind. How flawless, how perfect Polly’s bare bottom had been, even when reddened by her mother’s punishing hand.

Beth had known for at least two years that she preferred girls to boys, and had just recently resolved all the questions she had about her sexuality with her one and only girl/girl experience, stolen during a visit to her Aunt Madge in Tupelo while her parents had gone on a week-long couples retreat. She’d been permitted to go out on her own one night for a hamburger and a movie; instead, Beth had caught a cab and instructed the driver to take her to a lesbian bar, one she’d searched out on Madge’s computer in the middle of the night while her aunt was asleep.

There she had quickly hooked up with a cute baby dyke named Patti, a petite, playful girl with a crewcut who was only a couple of years older than she was. Patti had escorted Beth back to her cramped apartment, where the girls spent two hours indulging in hot, sweaty lovemaking.

Beth was eager to learn, and Patti was all too happy to assume the role of teacher. They began with kissing, progressed to fondling, then advanced to naked exploration in Patti’s bed, culminating in juicy oral sex. Beth was incredibly nervous when she went down on her new friend for the first time, but quickly got into it, deciding that she loved the taste of pussy as she used her mouth and tongue to bring Patti to a shuddering climax.

Once she’d caught her breath, Patti reached into her night table and, with a dramatic flourish, produced a vibrator that she switched on and applied to Beth’s vulva, teasing the girl’s clitoris until she was panting through her third orgasm of the night. Finally, Patti had positioned herself on all fours and had Beth fuck her from behind with the still-sticky toy.

By the time Beth emerged from Patti’s car two blocks away from Aunt Madge’s house, bidding the older girl goodbye with a parting kiss, there were no more doubts in her mind — she was a confirmed lesbian.

Since then, she’d only revealed this secret to her best friend Samantha, simply because she had to tell someone — and Sam was the only person in the whole world Beth could trust with the truth about herself.

But knowing the truth only made Beth’s life more difficult, at least for the time being.

If the word got out about her liking girls, she knew her life would be ruined. It was far too risky to be openly gay in the conservative Mississippi town where she lived. She hadn’t even been able to tell her parents. She planned to come out to them when she started college in the fall, more than a thousand miles from home — and if Mom and Dad couldn’t handle it, that was their damn problem. It wasn’t as if she had any intention of moving back to this hellhole after she graduated, after all.

But Beth had another, more dangerous secret, one she dared not reveal to anyone, even Samantha. Not long after first discovering her attraction to other females, she began to catch herself staring at underage girls, sometimes even children — sensing a strange hunger that had perplexed her at first, until she recognized those feelings as sexual desire.

One night, Beth decided to let her imagination run wild, to give in just once to her deepest, darkest cravings. As she lay naked in bed, Beth caressed her arms and thighs while picturing herself cuddling little girls, kissing their faces, their mouths. She dreamed of slowly undressing a cute prepubescent moppet, baring her childish body until she was nude.

As she pressed a hand tightly between her thighs, fingering herself in a lustful frenzy, the panting teen saw herself licking at the girl’s smooth slit, giving her the precious gift of sexual pleasure. Making her feel wonderful, unimaginable things.

It was a vision that made the seventeen-year-old come like nothing else ever had — and the guilt she felt afterward wasn’t enough to purge her of those forbidden cravings. Eventually Beth learned to accept her lustful feelings for little girls, all the while wishing there was some way to make her fantasy come true, just once.

Even little Polly had sometimes been a participant in Beth’s fantasies. But then again, Polly was an especially beautiful child, with lustrous blond hair, bright blue eyes and a sweet nature that made looking after her a delight.

Now Polly was in bed upstairs, miserable and in need of comfort. Did she put her panties back on? Beth wondered, or is she still half naked? That image was enough to propel her into action, and she quickly mounted the stairs, already formulating a plan.

First, Beth went into the bathroom and rifled through the cabinets until she located a bottle of hand lotion. Then she knelt down by the wastebasket, poking about inside until she found the pink child’s toothbrush. She took it to the sink and carefully cleaned the handle, slipping it into her pocket before she entered the girl’s bedroom.

Polly was lying on her tummy, softly crying into the pillow. And yes, her bottom was still bare. Beth felt a flash of arousal that made her lightheaded.

She sat down on the bed, next to Polly. “Poor baby,” she murmured sorrowfully, “your mom really went to town on you, didn’t she?” Unable to resist, she bent down and gently kissed each reddened cheek of the child’s buttocks.

“I didn’t m-mean to be b-bad,” Polly stammered through her tears.

“Shhhhh, sweetie… don’t cry. I’ll make your bottom feel all better,” Beth soothed.

Polly sighed and quieted herself, sniffling every now and then.

Beth squirted some lotion on her palm, rubbed it briskly into her other hand, then placed them both on the warm, soft globes and moved them about, gently working the soothing cream into Polly’s buttocks.

“Oh, that does feels better,” the little girl sniffled after a few seconds. “Th-thank you, Beth.”

“I’m happy to do it,” the teen cooed, rubbing the child’s bottom more firmly now. “And you’re not bad, Polly… no matter what your mom says. There’s nothing wrong with touching yourself that way.”

“Really? There isn’t?”

Beth smiled. “No, sweetie — it’s just a part of growing up, and learning all about your body. Tell me, have you done that before, with the toothbrush? Or was today the first time?”

“No, not today,” the child mumbled. “Most times, I play with the toothbrush after school, when Mommy’s not home from work yet.” She paused, sniffled. “I use’ta just d-do stuff to my tinkle… but then I found out I liked to play with, um, my bottom, too.”

“I see,” Beth replied, a certain warmth growing beneath her belly. “So you put a finger in your butthole, huh?”

Polly giggled at her babysitter’s crudity. “Yeah! It felt really good. Then… I dunno, I just sort of got the idea to use the long part of my toothbrush.” Her punishment suddenly forgotten, the little girl warmed to her subject. “First I took all my clothes off, then I p-put it in my… my butthole!” She laughed, then drifted into a wistful sigh. “Guess I shouldn’ta done that when Mommy was here, huh?”

Beth paused in her rubbing of Polly’s buttocks. “Listen to me, sweetheart. Your mother was wrong to get angry at you like she did. You were just making yourself feel good, that’s all.”

She felt the child tremble. “B-but Mommy says that God g-gets mad if you touch down there…” Polly whimpered.

Beth seethed inside, striving mightily not to lose her cool. “Don’t listen to her, Polly — not about that. She’s wrong. God wouldn’t have given you a part of your body that feels good if he didn’t want you to use it for that, would he? That would be a totally mean thing for him to do. Like… like giving a kid a big beautiful toy and telling him ‘You can’t play with that toy. All you can do is sit and look at it’.” Bending down, she placed a tiny kiss on Polly’s tear-streaked face. “God’s not mean, though, is he? God wants you to be happy.”

“I… I guess so.”

“It’s true, sweetie. You shouldn’t stop touching your — your pussy. If your mother doesn’t like it, just be careful not to let her catch you.”

God, I can’t believe I’m telling her this, she marveled. But I don’t care — Mrs. Ryan’s being a total cunt. Imagine teaching a little girl to be ashamed of masturbation!

“Is that what you call it?” the girl hesitantly asked, “Your p-pussy?”

“That’s the word big girls use,” Beth murmured. “Don’t ever say it around your mom, though — she’ll get mad.”

“Okay,” Polly replied. “Um, so… do you ever touch your, um, pussy?”

Her lotion-slicked hands gliding all over the little girl’s bare bottom, Beth leaned down until her lips were brushing Polly’s ear. “I sure do, honeybunch,” she whispered. “Pretty much every day. And it’s a lovely, beautiful thing.” Straightening herself, the aroused teen began to massage the child more boldly, her fingers traveling between Polly’s buttocks and inner thighs, almost but not quite touching her intimate places.

Polly sighed blissfully. “Mmmm, that feels really good.” She lay quietly for a moment, then softly said, “Beth?”

“Um-hmm?”

“C-could I maybe… touch my pussy right now? Would that be okay?”

Beth’s lust soared at the thought of this half-naked child masturbating while she watched. “Of course you can, sweetie,” she cooed, trying not to give away how excited she was.

Polly slid a hand under her belly and between her legs, cupping her bare slit… and as Beth stared in happy disbelief, began to fondle herself — tentatively at first. Gasping in surprised pleasure, she breathed, “Oh, golly… it feels even better now!”

Beth was alive with sexual heat, her own sex practically dripping. Polly’s bottom was so warm and soft under her fingers, and all Beth could think about was what else she’d like to do besides just rub it…

Knowing she was crossing a line but unable to restrain herself, Beth reached for the lotion bottle and drizzled some of the creamy liquid on her finger. She used her left hand to gently spread the girl’s buttocks apart. The pink pucker of Polly’s anus came into view and winked hotly at her — almost as if it were blowing a kiss.

“I’ll bet you’re a little sore here too, honey,” she said. “You ought to put lotion on your bottom hole before you stick anything into it. Promise me you’ll do that next time?”

“O-okay,” moaned Polly, her body moving restlessly about on the bed as she rubbed at her slit.

“I saved your toothbrush, Polly,” Beth continued, taking it from her pocket. “I even washed it off for you. Now I’m going to show you the right way to play with it.”

Beth applied the lotion to the little girl’s anus with her fingertip, spreading it all over the puckered opening.

“Oh, Beth… that feels so funny!” Polly squeaked. “But k-kind of nice, too.”

Beth continued to gently massage the child’s rosebud until it was coated with lotion, then took the toothbrush from her pocket and quickly lubricated the handle. Placing the tip against the tiny hole, she slowly pushed her way into the girl’s rectum.

Polly gasped, then whimpered, too dazed with pleasure to speak.

“See, baby — it feels so much better when it’s all nice and slippery, don’t you think?” Beth purred.

“Oh yeahhhh… that feels w-wonderful!” Polly moaned. “It’s like what Mommy does when I get sick, an’ she takes my temper’ture… b-but way better!”

Beth grinned wickedly. So, goody-two-shoes Mrs. Ryan is the one who got her little girl into ass play without even knowing it, huh? The irony of it delighted her. Meanwhile, the sight of Polly responding to her anal probing turned the lesbian teen on something fierce. The child’s rectum had now taken nearly all of the pink toothbrush handle.

Taking a quick glance at Polly’s busy fingers while they rubbed at her slit, Beth was delighted to see they were visibly moist — further proof, if she needed it, that the child was turned on and ready for anything. And Beth knew exactly what pleasure she wanted to share next with her underage friend…

Carefully extracting the toothbrush handle from Polly’s butthole, Beth put it to one side and rolled the excited little girl over onto her back. Polly paused in her self-exploration, unsure of what was going to happen.

Leaning in, Beth gently moved the girl’s hand to one side and examined her bare sex. “Hmmm… you seem to be a little sore here, too, angel,” she crooned, lightly grazing the smooth cleft with a fingertip, making the child shiver.

Heart pounding, Beth bent down to plant a kiss on the little girl’s sex. Startled, Polly gave a nervous giggle, then her voice trailed off into a moan as Beth kissed it again, more firmly this time.

The lust-filled teen had never imagined that she’d ever get the chance to do such a thing to a little girl — but here she was, nuzzling Polly’s pussy, feeling its moisture against her parted lips.

Throwing caution to the winds, she took a lick at the child’s vagina. Then another.

“Oh, wow!” Polly cried, her fingers tangling in the teen’s flowing auburn hair while Beth bathed the quivering eight-year-old’s vulva with her tongue, going down on her like a lover would.

Yeah, she told herself, that’s it… I’m gonna be her lover.

“Beth… omigosh, Beth, that’s so — so…” Polly panted, squeezing the older girl’s face between her thighs.

Beth savored the warm honey of the little girl’s cunt, loving the tart flavor. Sex candy, she thought with a smile.

But Polly’s pleasure was growing too intense for Beth’s comfort. True, she wanted to make her little lover come, if it was possible to — only without frightening her.

Beth raised her head. “I’m going to make you feel really nice, Polly — better then you ever have when you touch yourself. Just don’t be scared, okay? I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“It’s okay!” blurted the wide-eyed child. “I’m — I’m n-not scared.”

Beth moved once more between Polly’s trembling thighs. Bringing two fingers into play, she sought out the tiny tip of the child’s clitoris, then covered it with her mouth.

There was silence for a brief moment — then a choked cry burst from Polly’s throat as the older girl suckled at her clit. The cry rose to a wail, the wail to a scream.

Now Polly was snatching frantically at the sheets, head thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Beth couldn’t remember ever having been so excited in her entire life. I’m making her come! she silently shouted. I can’t fucking believe it, I’m making her come!

She took the mewling child to ecstasy’s peak, then drew back, resisting the impulse to bring her off a second time. Instead, Beth soothed the little girl’s sex with tender kisses as Polly drifted down from her climax.

Finally, the girl lay quietly, motionless but for the rise and fall of her chest.

Beth let Polly rest, rising to her feet and tugging the t-shirt she wore over her head and off. Stripping off the rest of her clothes, the now naked teen joined Polly in bed, drawing the flushed moppet into her arms.

“Mmmmm, Beth,” Polly sighed, hugging the older girl tightly. “I love you…”

“I love you too, sweetie,” the babysitter cooed.

Suddenly Polly’s eyes popped open in astonishment. “Beth?” she gasped. “Omigosh — y-you don’t have any clothes on!”

“That’s right,” Beth replied, “I took ’em off. You know why, Pollybelle? ‘Cause I want to be naked with you.”

“Uh… how come?” asked the girl, her brow furrowed slightly.

“How come?” echoed Beth. “Because it feels nice, silly!” She began to move her body against Polly’s, touching as much of the child as she could. “Don’t you like how this feels?” Her thigh was gently pressing into the girl’s warm vulva.

Polly’s expression slowly changed from puzzled to awed. “Mmmmyeah… I see what you mean.”

Beth extended her tongue to lick at the edge of Polly’s ear, then whispered, “Why don’t you take off your top, babe? Then we won’t have any clothes on at all! Won’t that be fun?”

“Okay!” chirped the girl, who sat up and struggled out of her Bugs Bunny t-shirt, then defiantly hurled it across the room. “Oooh, look at me now!” she cried gleefully, spreading her arms wide to present herself. “Yaaaay — I’m naked!”

“Good for you-hoooo!” Beth giggled, applauding. “Now c’mere, cutie” — she gave Polly a sexy come-hither look — “lie back down with me, and we’ll cuddle some more.”

Polly happily nestled into her babysitter’s arms, resting her cheek against the older girl’s bare breast. They lay together quietly for a moment, then the child lifted her head. “Beth?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Could I, uhhh… can I do something to make you feel good now? Like you did to me.”

Beth turned her head to gaze at Polly. The child was smiling sweetly, so eager to please. “Sure you can,” the teen replied, “but how ’bout I teach you something first? Something really nice!”

“Okay… what is it?”

Beth nuzzled the little girl’s face. “How to kiss.”

Polly gave a brief snort of laughter. “Duh… I already know how! I kiss Mommy every night when she tucks me in.”

“Not like that, Polly,” Beth retorted. “I mean a real kiss — y’know, like they do in movies, and on TV.”

“But… girls don’t kiss girls like that, do they?” asked Polly, a quizzical look on her face.

“They do if they love each other, babe… and I love you. Let me show you what it’s like.”

She lightly pressed her mouth to Polly’s in a barely-there kiss, then another. She parted her lips slightly, allowing them to linger for a moment, then drew away for a few seconds before kissing the child a third time. Her tongue emerged to flick playfully at Polly’s lower lip, and the startled little girl inhaled sharply.

Beth broke away, giving Polly a soothing smile. “Relax, sweetheart. Just let it happen.”

“Sorry, Beth,” the girl mumbled, giving her babysitter an sheepish smile. “G-guess I’m a little scared.”

Wrapping both arms around the naked child, Beth gave her a hug, patting her bare back. “It’s okay, Polly… I’m kinda nervous too. Know why?” Relaxing her embrace, she gazed at Polly, heart racing as she confessed her deepest desire. “It’s because I want to make love to you.”

The little girl’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Really?”

“Yeah, really!” Beth laughed. “Actually, I’ve been making love to you all along, sweetie. When I touched your butthole, and pushed the toothbrush in for you… and when I, y’know, licked your pussy, that’s what I was doing.”

“Making love…” Polly breathed. “So — that’s why you wanna s-show me how to kiss, huh?”

“Yep. I want us to be girlfriends, Pollybelle. Would you like that?”

Slowly, the child nodded, a dreamy look in her eyes. “Uh-huh… I would, Beth. I — I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“Well, then, I’ve only got one thing to say…” Beth placed a hand on Polly’s boyish chest and began gently stroking her.

Polly shivered as the teen’s fingertips brushed her nipples. “Wh-what’s that?”

Beth gave her young companion a bad-girl grin. “Less talking… more kissing,” she purred, moving in to claim Polly’s mouth with hers. The child stiffened for an instant, then melted into Beth’s embrace.

When Polly relaxed, her lips parted slightly — and Beth seized the opportunity, circling the opening with the tip of her tongue. This time the little girl responded, whimpering as she gave herself up to this new pleasure, allowing herself to be kissed like a lover.

When Polly’s tongue began to timidly engage with hers, Beth coaxed it forth, encouraging the child. Soon the babysitter and her young charge were sharing passionate kisses, Polly’s arms twined lovingly around Beth’s neck.

After a few minutes Beth gently drew away, giving the little girl an enormous smile. “Jeez, Polly,” she cooed, “you’re really good at this.”

“Am I?” Polly replied happily.

“Oh, yeah… Now I think you’re ready to make love to me for real. Just like I did to you.” Slipping out of their embrace, Beth rolled onto her back, gazing expectantly at the child.

Polly sat up, nibbling her lip as she stared down at the naked teenager. “Uh… can I kiss your b-boobs?”

“You don’t need to ask, babe,” Beth replied. “We’re girlfriends now, remember? So you get to kiss me, touch me — anywhere you want!” Reaching for Polly’s hand, she gently drew the child closer. “Why don’t you lie down next to me, and I’ll help you get started.”

Polly dutifully stretched out beside Beth, who drew the little girl on top of her in a hug, rocking to and fro for a moment before letting her go. “Here, Pollybelle,” Beth murmured, offering her young lover a breast. Polly’s eyes drifted shut as she parted her lips to accept the taut nipple, then began to timidly suck.

Beth allowed her legs to drift apart, and Polly’s thigh slipped between them, the girl pressing into her teen lover as if by reflex. Feeling the warm wetness of Beth’s sex against her skin, a surprised Polly lifted her head.

“Uh… did you just pee?” she asked.

“No, silly,” Beth giggled, pausing to kiss the tip of Polly’s pert nose. “I’m just excited, ’cause you’re sucking my nipple and it feels so good. That’s what happens to women when they make love, y’know — their pussies get wet.”

“Oh, okay. I get a little wet down there when I touch it. But not nearly as much as you!”

Beth laughed. “You will baby, when you’re older.” Taking the child’s hand, pausing to kiss Polly’s fingertips, Beth guided it between her legs, watching her prepubescent lover’s eyes widen as she touched a woman’s sex for the first time.

“Gosh,” Polly whispered in awe, “it feels so, so — hot down there!” She grinned bashfully. “Um. C-can I take a look at your p-pussy?”

“Oh, honey,” Beth replied chidingly. “of course you can. Like I said — we’re lovers, you don’t have to ask those kinds of things!”

Polly blushed. “Well… Mommy says it’s rude to stare, so…”

Beth touched the child’s lips with a fingertip, shushing her. “Forget what she says, Pollybelle. When it’s just you and me together, and we have all our clothes off — we get to make our own rules, okay?”

“Sure,” piped Polly, nodding her head. “That sounds pretty good.”

Grinning, the teen lay back down, parting her thighs. “You can still check out my pussy, if you want. Go ahead — lie down and take a really close look.”

Getting up on all fours, Polly crawled into the space between Beth’s spread legs and lay down, her nose only a few inches from the teen’s vulva. She gazed wide-eyed, enthralled by the sight. Beth had chestnut-hued pubes, neatly trimmed into a thin triangle framing the glistening pink flesh of her vagina. Polly’s nose detected the thick, musky scent and she inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma as she would that of an exotic flower.

“Beth?” whispered the little girl, “I think… I think it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” She reached out, hesitantly touching the dark curls, then probed within, her fingertips exploring the warm wetness of her older lover.

“Mmmmmmyeah, that’s really good, Polly,” Beth purred, spreading her thighs even wider.

Growing bolder, Polly allowed her fingers to roam, gliding up and down the rosy cleft. The child absently nibbled at her lower lip as she caressed Beth’s cunt, growing more and more excited as the teen began to moan.

“Oh yeah, honeybunch,” Beth panted, encouraging her young lover. “I love that. Uh, Polly… can I ask you to do something else for me? Something that’ll make me feel even better?”

“Sure!” blurted Polly, thrilled to be playing such sexy games with her favorite babysitter.

Raising herself onto both elbows, Beth gazed adoringly at the nude child. “Would you kiss my pussy, Pollybelle — like I did for you? I know it seems kinda gross, but it’s not, really it isn’t.”

Polly peered thoughtfully at the older girl’s glistening sex, then nodded her head. “Okay.”

Every atom of Beth was pulsing in anticipation as she watched Polly slowly draw closer. She felt blond hair tickle her inner thighs, sensed the warmth of the girl’s breath.

Then angel-soft lips were brushing the teen’s slit as little Polly placed a brief, cautious peck there. The child paused, pondered, and moved in to kiss Beth there once more, this time allowing it to linger.

“I love you, Polly,” Beth whispered, clutching her breasts.

Polly didn’t reply, caught up as she was in the rich scent and flavor of pussy. It tasted different, that was for sure — but kind of nice, like some strange, yummy vegetable she’d never had before. She nuzzled the juicy flesh, Beth’s fluids coating her lips.

This is so fucking incredible, Beth marveled, placing a trembling hand on either side of the girl’s head to encourage her — not that she needed any. Polly was now sucking at her older lover’s vagina, practically nursing at it.

An image of the eight-year-old nymph innocently taking nourishment from a woman’s cunt flashed through Beth’s mind. If I was her mother, I could have raised her to do this, she thought. First baby nurses from my breasts, then from my pussy. Wow, what a freaky idea!

She shivered, imagining it: her very own daughter Polly as a toddler, naked and lying on her belly between Mama’s legs, burbling happily at the sight of Beth’s juicy cunt. In her mind she saw herself, gently guiding the baby’s face into the glistening pinkness.

It was at that very instant that Polly’s tongue brushed the tip of the teen’s clitoris, and Beth cried out in mixed surprise and rapture.

Quickly taking a deep breath, she gasped, “Oh yeah, Pollybelle, yeah! K-keep doing that, right there.” With trembling fingers, Beth indicated where she needed to be pleasured most.

Polly was quick to obey, taking the tiny spear of her babysitter’s clit between her lips to suckle. She slurped happily at Beth’s pussy, heart swelling with pride at how grown-up this made her feel. How cool was that? She could do sex stuff now, just like a big girl!

Mouth slack, staring at the ceiling, Beth sensed the onrush of her orgasm, welcomed it.

Beginning as a prickle of warmth in her belly, it quickly mounted into a rush of raw heat that swept heedlessly through Beth’s slender form like wildfire — raging, roaring, out of control. She was trembling violently, making tight fists with both hands, fingernails biting into her palms. “Oh, God!” she gasped. “Oh, Polly… yes! Ooooooohhhhhhh! F-fuck yes, baby — mmmm, suck m-my pussy… ohh! Uhh! OHHHH!” Her shaking hands moved to cup the little girl’s head, cradling Polly’s face to her sex.

As for Polly, she was in love with making love. Everything about this was awesome — the heat and wetness of Beth’s pussy, its rich and mysterious flavor, the older girl’s sobs and cries of pleasure and, best of all, the knowledge that she, eight-year-old Polly, a little kid still in first grade, was the one making her beloved babysitter feel so good.

And now… now we’re girlfriends! Polly reflected, the very idea giving her a delicious shiver.

She suddenly imagined herself and Beth on Valentine’s Day, nestled together on the living room couch, exchanging cards reading I LOVE YOU, making that vow real with a hug and a sexy kiss.

Then she saw herself in church, standing next to Beth before a smiling Reverend Sloane, both girls in white wedding gowns of taffeta and lace, holding hands as the minister joined them in marriage.

Thinking about it made her heart thump wildly. Right then, nothing seemed more magical than the possibility of becoming Beth’s wife, of loving her forever and ever. Though kissing her pussy is pretty great, too, Polly admitted, still nursing at the older girl’s clitoris.

Her romantic reverie was interrupted by Beth’s hand, giving her shoulder a tight squeeze. “Th-that’s enough, babe,” gasped the teen. “I’m kinda s-sensitive down there now.”

Lifting her face from Beth’s sex, Polly raised herself into a kneeling position, giving Beth a quizzical look through her mussed hair. “Umm, did I — did I do okay?”

Beth couldn’t help but emit a joyful laugh at the sight of the prepubescent girl, her lips and chin glistening with wetness, wondering if she’d made a decent job of her first attempt at oral sex.

Polly’s expression went from dazed to hurt in an instant — and Beth hastened to reassure the child, reaching out to take her hand. “You did better than okay, babe. In fact, you were fantastic!” she cooed, tugging gently at Polly’s arm to draw the naked nymph into her embrace.

Polly, all smiles again, snuggled into her babysitter’s arms. “I love you, Beth,” she sighed, gazing at the older girl with adoring eyes. “I really, really, really love you!”

Beth’s heart thumped wildly as the realization struck her: she now had a lesbian lover of her very own, and it was a little girl of eight! She didn’t know whether to feel exuberant or terrified. Right now, I’ll settle for happy, she told herself, hugging Polly’s closer, burying her nose in the child’s sweetly scented hair. “I love you too, angel,” she whispered.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

My lover Sera and I are relaxing together after a very satisfying fuck in the dormitory room we share. Her strap-on cock rests on the end table, still glistening from a very intense workout inside my body.

She smiles winsomely and murmurs, “Hey, Kris… tell me about your mother again.”

“What about her?” I play it coy, lifting an eyebrow.

Sera scowls. “You know. Tell me about — about how it was. Between you and her.”

“Jesus,” I laugh. “You never get tired of hearing that, do you?” I glance at her breasts, still showing signs of the playful love bites I’d left on them.

Sera flashes me a bad-girl grin. “It gets me hot.” She slowly runs a hand up my thigh in a way that was clearly intended to stoke my passion all over again. It’s working, too.

I place a hand upon Sera’s, halting her in mid-stroke. “Sure, babe… I’ll tell the story, but please — stop doing that, or I’ll never make it to the end.”

She holds up both hands in surrender, smiling wryly. “Ho-kay… I’ll be good, promise.”

I lean in to kiss her luscious mouth, then whisper, “You can fuck me again when I’m done.”

Sera’s eyes seem to penetrate my soul. “Mmmm… bet I’ll totally want to fuck you by then, too.” She lies back, cupping her breasts.

I study her thoughtfully. “Remember when I first told you… about me and Mom?”

“Do I ever!” she grins. “I also remember how nervous you were.”

I nod. “That’s true. I’ve never told anyone about her, you know. I was scared that you might, well, freak out. Maybe even get pissed off at me.”

Sera laughs. “Not even close. Hell, I was so fucking turned on that I couldn’t get you naked fast enough.”

I gaze deep into her eyes. “So, after that night… did you ever imagine yourself making love to me, back when I was that young?”

She mulls her words for a long moment, then finally says, “Yeah… I kinda did. I don’t know, it’s not like I’m into little girls. But the thought of being with you, the same way your mom got to be… well, yeah, I admit it, that gets me excited.” She peers at me. “Does that seem creepy?”

“No,” I smile, placing a hand upon her thigh. “I love you for it.”

Sera’s face is dreamy with desire. She slips into my arms, and we kiss hungrily. Lost in my passion for her, I reach down to cup my lover’s ass, pressing my thigh between hers. She is already wet, ready for me.

But then she pushes me away, a determined look on her pixie-like face. “No, not yet. You have to tell me the story… then we fuck.”

I wince. “God, you are brutal.” Rolling onto my back, I sigh, “But I always do what you want, don’t I? Hell, I might as well be back at home with Mom.”

Sera licks her lips. “You love it, though.” She reaches out to take the tip of my breast between two fingers. “And you should know better than to talk back to me like that…”

Her fingers pinch my nipple hard, and I gasp, seeing stars. Jesus, I felt that right down to my clit. In fact, it had nearly been enough to make me come. That’s why I was so smitten by Sera — she could play my body like a virtuoso.

I stare at her, unable to speak, hoping that she would give my other nipple the same treatment.

Instead, she rolls onto her back, placing both hands behind her head. “Enough fun and games, baby… it’s story time.” Her voice is low and seductive, but something in Sera’s tone makes it clear — this time, she means to be obeyed. “C’mon, honeypie, tell me about your mother. How it was.”

So I tell her.

*****

I’m sprawled across my bed, doing addition problems for school tomorrow. A seemingly typical third-grade girl, a few weeks away from her tenth birthday. I concentrate, then write a few numbers in my workbook. Eight and five makes thirteen, carry the one…

That’s when you walk into my room, wearing a white see-through nightgown. My homework is suddenly forgotten as I see the look in your eyes… that special look, the one that says Mommy’s in the mood for loving.

Slowly I rise to stand before you, heart hammering in my chest, the math book and my pencil falling to the floor.

Your eyes burn into mine as you take my hand, holding it for a moment, your thumbnail lightly scratching against my palm… then the breath is wrenched from me when, with a sudden hard tug, you pull me against your body, taking my gasping mouth in a kiss that quickly becomes hot, urgent.

I wrap trembling arms around your waist as you thrust a probing tongue between my lips, your stiffened nipples pressing against me through the gauzy material of the nightie… then you break away. Your lips, now moist from kissing, curl into a knowing smile.

“Hello, my sexy little angel… how are you?” you say softly, a fire banked deep in your eyes.

“Better… now that you’re here, Mommy,” I answer shyly.

You draw me to you for another probing kiss, all the while rubbing your full, round breasts against my flat chest. Your tongue explores my mouth as you reach down for the hem of my Strawberry Shortcake top, then pull it up and off, carelessly letting it drop. I feel your fingers brush my nipples, making them tingle. This magic you perform upon my little-girl body never fails to excite me, and I moan into our kiss.

You abruptly pull away, leaving me tottering on quivering legs as you stand before me… my strong, beautiful mother. Oh, Mommy, I adore you.

“Undress me, child,” you demand.

With shaking fingers I slip the straps of the nightie down over your shoulders, baring the creamy orbs of your breasts. You shrug the garment to the floor and step from it, leaving you nude but for a pair of black panties that are tied together at your right hip.

I reach for the string to undo the knot, but you stop me with a firm hand on my arm.

“Not yet,” you say. “Kiss my nipples first… lick them.” As you speak, you clutch the back of my head and pull me into you, drawing my face into the jasmine-scented warmth of your breasts.

There is no need for you to force me to pleasure you, as my mouth is already watering to taste your rosy nipples, yearning for the thrill of feeling them respond as I suckle them… but somehow your roughness always makes it better, makes me need you all the more.

I kiss wildly at the soft flesh of your breasts… then your grip relaxes, and I can now suck a taut nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue in circles around the pink bud before I switch to the other, repeating the process. Then I run my tongue over the pert tips of your breasts one at a time, licking them with all the love in my heart.

Suddenly you push me roughly onto the bed. I lie there trembling, wanting you so badly I can taste the very need within me, tart and sharp.

With a knowing smile, you slide my shorts down and off to reveal tiny pink underpants, the ones you love to see me wear. Then stepping back, you undo the tie that fastens your panties and toss the skimpy garment to one side, leaving your body completely bare. A whimper escapes my lips at the sight of your naked beauty… and the lush thatch between your thighs that I worship.

Kneeling next to me, you slide your hand inside my panties, seeking my wetness… and finding it. Though I am still a little girl, you are always able to make me moist and sticky down there.

The tip of your finger slowly slides along the length of my babyish slit. I gasp from your touch, clutching my little hands into fists … and you slip that finger into my vagina as you climb on top of me, taking my lips in a crushing kiss. The weight of you upon me is exquisite. I suck at your tongue as it explores my mouth, my body rocking in time to that probing finger, now making little circles inside me.

I desperately wish you would go deeper into me, crave that with every atom of my being. But you are always careful to only penetrate me so far and no further, not wanting to break my hymen — something I didn’t even know I possessed until you described it to me. When I timidly asked you why it had to be that way, you only smiled and said, I’m saving that for your twelfth birthday, sweetheart.

As your finger wriggles about in my body, I imagine that longed-for day, a little more then two years from now. I know what fucking is, and how a man’s penis fits inside a woman… but for me it will be different, better. I have you, my wonderful, sexy mommy, to fuck me. You even have a penis of your own to wear, that I will take deep, deep inside my body. I shiver deliciously at the thought of it… my hips now moving in tempo with your finger as you work it in and out, in and out.

Then I whimper in sweet agony as you withdraw from me, delaying my pleasure. You bring the moist finger to my lips.

“Suck it,” you order… and I do so, loving the taste of me on you.

Rising to your feet, you murmur, “Good girl,” then reach for the waistband of my pretty pink panties, sliding them down my quivering legs… leaving me naked but for my socks.

Slowly, you kneel between my thighs and lightly kiss what you know is yours, fully aware of how excited I get when, without warning, you become gentle… and I wait for the hard, forceful loving that, sure as night follows day, is soon to come.

A tiny cry escapes me as your lips tenderly brush against my throbbing vulva… and then you suddenly claim my pussy with your mouth as if you wish to consume me whole, licking, nibbling and sucking at my bare slit. I buck my hips crazily in response, my breath hissing through clenched teeth, helpless from the pleasure you give me. I moan and squirm beneath you, my fists beating the bed as the sensations flickering through me grow in intensity.

In the midst of ecstasy my lips silently form the single syllable: cunt. You taught that word to me; it can’t be found in the Golden Books or Easy Readers that line my bookshelf… but the hard sound that names the warm, secret place between my thighs is a note of sweet music to my ears. I mouth the word again: cunt.

Your mouth glides up to the very top of my slit to take the tiny clitoris between your lips… that most mysterious part of me, the fleshy key that unlocks the magical place inside my body where all the nicest feelings are. I freeze, head thrown back, all but forgetting to inhale… then you nibble gently at the pink pearl.

An incandescent flash of white fire roars through my slight frame, and I can feel my back arch in response as an orgasm consumes me whole. “Oh Mommy yes! I’m c-coming!” I scream.

I am lost to you. My body is yours to command, and you take me over a rollercoaster of ecstasy that seems to wrench me this way and that. Every time the pleasure seems to diminish, a kiss or lick from your loving mouth has me gasping in renewed delight. Finally you raise your head from my sticky sex, licking your red, red lips. Through a blissful haze, I hear you laugh lightly at your conquest.

Lying down beside me, you pull me to you and kiss me roughly, letting me taste myself on your lips. My tongue emerges to circle your mouth. Finally you pull away, smiling at me in a significant way.

I know that look, know what it means… and I shiver in anticipation.

“My, my, what a little firecracker my daughter is,” you purr. Then your tone shifts, becoming hard. “But I didn’t give you permission to come, did I?”

I blush and look away. You grab my chin, forcing my face up to yours.

“Don’t look away from me,” you say, with that quiet, dangerous tone that makes me feel all trembly inside. “You know you’re my little plaything. My love toy, to do with as I see fit.” My heart races as I shakily nod my head. “Say it!” you snap.

“Yes, Mommy,” I say, voice thick with excitement, “I am your toy…”

“Good girl,” you say, reaching down to pinch my left nipple. I let out a moan of pain… or pleasure, it’s hard for me to say which.

“Turn over, my sweet, and lie over Mommy’s lap… she has to punish you now,” you murmur. I’m tingling from head to toe, thinking of what is to come.

I squirm around to assume my position, stretched across your naked thighs, burying my face in the cool haven of the sheets. I lie there submissively, sex tingling as I ready myself.

“Now, baby… Mommy’s going to spank your cute little ass,” you tell me. “You’ll get five smacks for coming without my permission… and five more because it pleases me to see your beautiful bottom turn red.”

“Oh no, Mommy! Please… that’s too much!” I sob, not meaning it for a second.

“Silence, child,” you hiss. “You know that your cunt will be dripping when I’m done.”

Then you begin.

The feeling of your hand against my bare bottom is incredible, each slap an explosion of pure pleasure. I wail out loud with each stroke, as if I really were in agony. You continue to spank me, taking your time, making every blow count. My nipples are so hard they ache, and I feel my buttocks jiggle with every smack of your hand. I’m clutching the blankets tightly, biting my lip until the spanking is over, trying not to let myself come again.

Finally the last delicious blow is struck… and I lie there, spread across your lap, sobbing with delight and trying to make it sound more like pain.

“Shhhh, baby,” I hear you say, and feel you tenderly caress my sore bottom. “What a good girl you are,” you croon as your hand slips between my slightly parted thighs. You were right, of course… my cunt is dripping. “Mmm… that’s Mommy’s little love.” I moan and move against your fingers as they explore the folds of my pussy, finding clear evidence of wantonness.

My need for orgasmic release has renewed itself, as if you hadn’t just brought me off minutes ago… but I know my duty, precious Mommy. I can sense what you need, what you want. You’re now ready for me to bring you off, your sex aching for the touch of my mouth.

First, though, I must ask permission to please you…

“Please, Mommy,” I meekly implore, “please, may I have a treat?” God, I so desperately want to show you my love. The rich scent of your sex thickens the air… it tantalizes me, drives me wild.

You turn me over on my back and crawl up to kneel above my face. You straddle my head and lower your pussy to within inches of my mouth… but you stop just out of reach of my lips. I cry out in frustration, my mouth watering for you.

“Beg me,” you simply say. And I do.

“Oh please,” I gasp. “Please let me taste your pussy, Mommy. I’ll be such a good girl, I’ll do anything you say! Please, Mommy, I adore you… I want to love you so much.”

Satisfied, you lower your cunt to my already open mouth… and I press a kiss into your wet heat, thick pubes tickling my nose as my lips part and my tongue emerges to slip inside you.

“That’s it, lick Mommy’s pussy. Oh, yes. Just — ooh — like a good little girl,” you gasp.

I make love to your flower, rolling my tongue around inside. Then I trail my way up to the clitoris, teasing it with a few light licks, then back down to lap at your cunt… which now flows freely, the creamy fluids coating my lips and chin.

I eat you for a long while, slaking a thirst of mine for your pussy that seems to have no limit. The taste of you is ambrosia, the warmth of your sex against my mouth a lover’s caress. I wish I had the strength to pleasure you for days on end.

After a few minutes of my oral loving you are about to come, I can feel it. But before that can happen you stop me, then turn around and face the other way… positioning yourself so that your apple-round ass is right above my mouth. Your hands reach down to part your cheeks, revealing the cleft of your anus. “Now my asshole, child,” you breathe.

Without hesitation I dive in, licking and kissing at your crack, my tongue gliding up and down between your buttocks. I know that you are enjoying my attentions when you start to moan loudly, pressing your bottom into my face.

“Ooohhh… p-put your fingers inside me!” you demand.

I reach around your body, my hand blindly seeking, then finding your cunt… and I wriggle two digits into you, deep as I can get them to go.

“Fuck me, little one!” you moan, your hips already starting to pump against my thrusting hand. I happily oblige.

My tongue presses into the sweet star of your anus in a hopeless attempt to enter your rectum. I can never fully penetrate you — your asshole is too tightly clenched for that — but you love the way it feels when I try.

I recall how shocked I was the first time you ordered me to lick you there, even though I had already tasted your pussy before and loved it. Of course, my hesitation only made you all the more determined to have your way… so you pushed me onto my back, then pressed your ass into my face, parting your buttocks to reveal the dark pink jewel, awaiting the caress of my tongue.

Needless to say, I quickly came to love rimming you. Something about it seemed so wild, so downright nasty, that it thrilled me more than any of the naughty games we played. I remember the next day at school, when I sat surrounded by other girls in their plaid skirts and Mary Janes, filling in our coloring books with stubs of crayon… wondering how they would react if I suddenly told them, I put my tongue in Mommy’s bottom last night.

My fingers pump in and out of your pussy, my tongue circles your rosebud, and your body trembles atop mine while I pleasure your two holes until, once more, you are very near to orgasm… but again you withdraw from me, climbing off to kneel by my side.

I can only imagine how I look at this instant… your nine-year-old daughter lying dazed, lips parted, the whole lower half of my face wet with your vaginal fluids. I can only hope that the sight pleases you.

Then you bend down to whisper to me, your lips brushing my ear. “I want to fuck your sweet little ass now, child… get up and on your knees.”

I quickly assume a kneeling position, presenting my bottom to you. My buttocks are still warm from spanking, and I shiver as you gently stroke them with your long, elegant fingers. They slip in between to tease my anal cleft, and I sigh blissfully as how nice that feels.

But you have other plans for my ass… and I hold myself stock-still as you carefully mount me, draping one leg over me to rest your cunt against my bottom. I can feel your pubic fur grazing my cheeks, tickling my anus… and I wait with bated breath for you to fuck me, like you promised.

My face is pressed into the pillow as you begin to move, working your wet sex into my butt with small strokes that gradually grow larger as you find your rhythm. I love the weight of you upon me… love the feeling of your hot flesh crushing into my outthrust ass… love the warmth of your thick juices, oozing into my crack, then slowly trickling down my quivering thighs… love the sound of your breath hissing through clenched teeth as you take me.

“I’m fucking you, little girl,” you pant, slipping a hand around my body to stroke my nipples to aching stiffness. “Do you like being fucked by Mommy?”

“Yes,” I gasp, “yes, Mommy. I love it — love when you fuck me.” Another word I never knew until I learned it from you… and now that little word is what I live for. I savor the taste of it on my lips, stammering, “Fuck me, M-mommy… fuck me more!”

Instead, your body comes to a rest, and the moist fire of your sex is taken from me. I might be disappointed, if I wasn’t aware that you had yet to climax… instead, my excitement only continues to simmer as I wonder: what game does Mommy want to play now?

“On your back, girl,” is all you say. I quickly comply.

You tower above me, a vision of strength and beauty. As ever, I’m smitten with adoration by the sight of you… desperately eager to give you anything, everything you want.

You caress my cheek, and a surge of pleasure wafts through me at this token of affection. “I want to try something new, little one,” you murmur, transfixing me with your gaze. “All you have to do is lie there.”

You move up to the head of the bed and slowly straddle my head. I raise myself from the pillow, lips parting as I move in to place an open-mouthed kiss upon your cunt… but you stop me, firmly grasping my shoulder.

“No,” I hear you say. “Don’t move… stay completely still — that’s what I want.” I lie back again, detecting the fierce need in your voice. “I’m going to fuck your face, child… If you behave, and let Mommy have her way with you, perhaps she will give you a special treat.”

I lie quietly, heart thudding in my thin chest. I wasn’t sure exactly what you were about to do to me, only that you didn’t want me to move. But oh, sweet Mommy… if you only knew how hard it was to lie beneath you, gazing up at the glistening pinkness of your cunt, nestled within the tuft of brown curls, breathing deeply of your luscious scent and needing to take you in my mouth, but not permitted to do so…

Then your hot, wet flesh descends onto my face, pressing against my closed lips. I hear you gasp as your hips shift, and you rub yourself languidly along the line of my jaw. Your essence coats my mouth and chin, moistening my cheeks as you wield your pussy like a paintbrush.

A shudder of pleasure runs through your body, sparking a similar reaction in me. I open my eyes to gaze up the magnificent height of you, head thrown back, frantically clutching your breasts. Now you are grinding your cunt into my face, fucking me just like you said you would — there really is no other word for it.

Your vagina is so wet that it squishes as you rock against my mouth, and my nostrils fill with the rich aroma of your sex. The scent intoxicates me, makes my head reel.

As you ride me, I can hear you speak. “Oh, yes, little girl… let Mommy fuck your precious little mouth… my little fuck toy… feel h- how wet my cunt is for you… oh, God yes, my baby lets m-me fuck her so — so good… oh, yes. Oh. Oh — my — f-f-f-fucking GOD–“

And suddenly you start to convulse and buck atop me, coming all over my face. I’m soaked from you, lips dripping with the warm wine from your vagina. I can barely breathe… but I don’t care. I want you here, sitting on my face, using me as an instrument of pleasure, blessing me with your climax.

Your pleasure hits an unimaginable peak, and a choked scream escapes your lips… then you slowly relax on top of me, slumping to one side but still perched upon my face. “Kiss me,” you whisper, “kiss my pussy, angel.”

I understand what you need from me now — gentle loving, nothing too intense — so I nestle between your thighs, tenderly kissing your sex. Soft, little-girl kisses.

Then my face is suddenly bathed in coolness as you raise yourself from me, then bend down to kiss my mouth, humming with delight as you lick the wetness from my lips. You sit up to gaze down upon me… and my heart soars as I take in the pleased expression on your face.

“Well done, little lover,” you purr, crawling between my spread legs. “You were a good girl, so here is the treat Mommy promised.”

You lower your face to me and take my cunt into your mouth, pressing your tongue inside. I’d been so occupied in pleasuring you that I had almost forgotten how desperately my own body was crying out for release… but you knew, didn’t you, Mommy?

With your wonderful mouth you honor me, give your child the sweet, sweet gift of a mother’s love… and suddenly I am coming so hard that I actually black out for a few seconds.

When I come to, I’m cradled in your arms. The fever of your violent lust is now broken, and now all is warmth and tenderness between us. My mother, my lover. My goddess.

“I love you, Mommy,” I whisper.

You roll over, drawing me into your embrace. “I love you too, my beautiful little girl,” you sigh, caressing me all over. Your mouth seeks out mine, and we gently kiss.

We spend the rest of the night cuddled together… and in the morning, I awaken to the sight of your adoring eyes, gazing into mine. You reach out to touch the tip of my nose, then we hug one another tightly. No words are needed.

We share a bath, lovingly washing away the evidence of last night’s loving from each other’s bodies… then pad hand in hand into the kitchen to make breakfast, the two of us still naked.

Ninety minutes later, you drive me to my third grade class. We exchange adoring glances and whispered endearments the whole way to school… but I know that you are also dreaming of the hot, sexy games of passion that we will play this evening.

*****

“Jesus,” gasps Sera, her head hitting the pillow next to mine, “you nearly suffocated me, babe!”

“Sorry, c-couldn’t help it,” I pant. “That… that thing you do to my clit, where you pinch it with your lips… Jesus, it sets me off like a, a fucking volcano!”

Sera rests her chin just above my breasts, hitting me where it counts with those bedroom eyes. “Oh… that just shows how much I get into hearing you talk about your mother, sugarbuns. Brings out the nasty little girl in me.” She licks her lips, now sticky with my essence.

I lazily stretch my limbs. “Mmmmmm… good, ’cause I do loooove that nasty little girl.”

She studies me thoughtfully for a moment, then softly says, “And you two still fuck one another — you and your mom.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “Well… sort of. I’m still Mommy’s plaything, after all — she fucks me.”

Lying back, Sera places both hands behind her head, staring dreamily at the ceiling. “God, I don’t know why thinking about that gets me so damn hot.” She snickers. “I wouldn’t fuck my mother with a dog’s cock. ‘Course, she’s a hoity-toity society cunt.”

“Is she good looking, at least?” I query, rolling over to nuzzle the soft hair that grows under Sera’s arms, now somewhat moist from her workout between my legs. God, she smells great.

She shrugs. “After about half a million bucks of cosmetic surgery, she looks like a voodoo doll to me. Hey, stop tickling!” She shoves me away from her armpit, then nods toward the snapshot of Mom propped on my desk. “Your mother is way sexier than mine could ever be… I’d let her do me any old day.”

I grin. Time to spring the surprise I’ve been saving up since this morning…

“You really mean that?” I murmur.

Sera sits up, lifting an eyebrow as she studies me intently. “Well… yeah. Sure. Why d’ya ask?”

I lie back, languidly placing a hand over my cunt. “I called Mom this morning, just after class. Told her about you and me.”

“Um… so, what did she say?” Sera is trying her best to keep her voice cool and casual, but I’m not fooled — I can sense her rising interest.

Oh, she wants to meet you,” I purr, teasing my slit with a fingertip. “She said, and I quote, ‘I want to get to know this little friend of yours. Bring her home with you this weekend’.”

Her mouth drops slightly open as she digests this little tidbit of information, then she hesitantly asks, “Um, when you say she wants to ‘get to know’ me — you mean…?”

“Come on, Sera.” I fire back. “You know exactly what I mean. My mother wants to fuck you.”

I wish I had a camera at that moment, to capture the thunderstruck expression on my lover’s face. “Ho-lee shit,” she whispers. “So… well, what does that involve, exactly?” She sees the exasperated expression on my face. “Look, Kris. You can’t just — just drop that in my lap with no explanation. I mean…” Sera pauses, fumbling for the right words… not something she has to do often, believe me. “Okay, let me put it this way. What do I need to know before going home to do the nasty with you and your mother?”

“Well, you’ll have to leave that take-charge personality of yours behind,” I murmur. “In my home, there’s only room for one top bitch, and that’s Mom. She calls the shots.”

Sera mused, then nodded. “Okay… sure. Hell, it sounds kinda interesting, being a bottom for a change.” She gazes evenly at me. “I might have to be a little… hard on you, after we get back. Can’t have you forgetting who’s top bitch in our relationship.”

I’m feeling a low throbbing, deep down in my cunt. “Seems fair,” I meekly reply.

Sera lies back, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. “Anything else I should know?”

I edge closer to my lover, already thinking about going down on her again. “Yeah. Whatever clothes you have that make you look the youngest… pack those. Mom’s way into the little-girl look. And, um, speaking of which… you need to shave your pussy.”

She sighs. “Yeah, I s’pose that makes sense.” Twisting her neck to peer at me, she points at the tuft of hair in her left armpit. “Do I have to lose this, too?”

“Dunno,” I shrug. “Guess you can leave it for now… Mom might order you to shave it off, though. And don’t even think of telling her no if she does.”

“Damn… your mother is one serious dom, huh?”

“Serious as a heart attack, babe.”

Sera props herself up on an elbow, facing me. “There’s one thing I want to know. How sure were you that — well, that I’d go along with this little lesbian orgy?”

“Pretty sure,” I answer.

She nibbles her lower lip thoughtfully. “Well… what if I’d said no? Told you that your mother could go pound sand up her ass?”

I laugh. “Oh, I’d get you to come along somehow… I have to bring you home, she said so!”

Her eyes narrow. “You have to?”

“Yeah.” With that, I reach for Sera and roll onto my back… pulling her on top of me, where she belongs. Gazing deep into my lover’s eyes, I slowly lick my lips. “Mommy’s orders.”