Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2015 }

NOTE: While editing and preparing the chapters of “Amber” for Juicy Secrets, we hit a stumbling block. Around the story’s midway point, without any hint of explanation or introduction, the viewpoint of the narrative shifts from Amber’s mother to Amber herself. Unable to figure out how to continue the original story in a way that made sense, we decided to end it right there. After further discussion, however, we made a second decision — to post Amber’s continuation of her own story as “Amber II,” which you are about to read. Enjoy!

I was off to do a sleepover with my friend Deanna. Her mother, who I’ll call Mrs. C, was doing the driving.

“Hi, Mrs. C,” I said, as I climbed in the back with my book bag.

Deanna twisted around with a grin as Mrs. C said, “Hi, Amber, do you have everything?”

I liked Mrs. C. She wasn’t as upbeat as Mom was, but Deanna got along really well with her. I’d had other friends whose parents were total assholes, sort of like my dad at the end. I shook that thought away too, and chatted with Deanna as we drove to her house.

Having someone as a friend who was interested in getting good grades was really nice. I hadn’t spent time with Deanna until I began really putting effort into getting A grades, and had noticed we were spending the same time studying after class or at lunch. She had actually approached me first, and we had really hit it off.

Spending the night at her place was a first, but we were doing a group report together and wanted it to be perfect. I had every intention of getting all A’s because I wanted every Saturday possible to do things to Mom… better not think about it or my panties would be wet quick.

Mrs. C was a little like Mom – slimmer, I think, because of how she ate rather than exercise. Mom worked out a lot and it really showed. Her ass was so… nope, not thinking that.

Mrs. C had sandy hair and her breasts were bigger than Mom’s, but she smiled the same and seemed to really care for Deanna. I had never paid attention before, but now I noticed how my friends and their parents got along. I could see how much it mattered to Mom that I was happy.

I was a little surprised later when Deanna and I were working at the kitchen table and I had leaned over to grab something, when I realized that Mrs. C was checking out my ass. I was wearing tight shorts, the same as Deanna, so my butt looked really good. Huh, I wondered if Mrs. C liked girls? I had been totally shocked to find out Mom did, then to find out her and Aunt Jess… Well, mindblowing didn’t cover it.

I hadn’t really paid attention before, her being Deanna’s mom and all, but now it kind of gave me a kick to think she was interested in seeing me naked. I was checking her ass out later, and I think Deanna caught me doing it, so I quit.

We had pizza, which was awesome since Mom didn’t order out much. Deanna had me laughing hard enough to snort Coke up my nose, which caused her mom to laugh until she choked on her food. We were all giggling over almost laughing ourselves to death. Later, Deanna gave her mom a kiss on the cheek good night, which made me miss Mom really badly for a moment.

I pulled out a big t-shirt when we went to her room and slipped it on over my panties in the bathroom. Deanna was doing the same when I came back in, and didn’t say anything as she slipped out of her clothes before putting it on. I was a little happy to see her breasts were no bigger than mine, sad to say. It really aggravated me that total skanks at school could have great breasts, and all I had was two little pimples. Mom just smiled whenever I said that, and she really made them… uh, no.

Deanna was my height and just as skinny, making us look a lot alike most times, but her hair was much lighter. She had boy-cut panties like Mom had, something I had really developed a weird fetish for. I had looked that up, fetish, after I heard one of the girls at school saying her boyfriend had a fetish for coming on her tits. Eww.

“What caused that face?” Deanna said, as she hopped on the bed cross-legged.

I did the same. “Remembering when Kim said her boyfriend had a fetish. It was gross.”

Deanna giggled loudly, “The tits thing?” then giggled again.

I curled my nose up. “Yeah, God, that sounded disgusting.”

“Just think,” Deanna said, with another embarrassed giggle, “one day you’ll be giving your husband head every day.”

“The hell!” I said. “He’ll be giving me head every day.”

Then we both started laughing. Deanna’s mom poked her head in, then smiled at the two of us laughing and giggling on the bed before saying “What’s so funny?” that got us both almost hysterical as we stuttered and couldn’t come up with an answer.

Mrs. C got that knowing look that Mom got now when I was too embarrassed to say something, and she said, “Oh, one of those things.” She grinned then and said, “Well, no sneaking boys in the window.”

I laughed again when Deanna said, “Aw, Mom, then what are we going to do for fun?”

Mrs. C laughed as she shut the door, saying, “Sorry, Deanna, just girls tonight.”

We calmed down after a while and laid on the bed talking. Her mom had the same restrictions on her internet that my mom did, so it hardly seemed worth going online. She had a bigger bed than mine, and it was nice not having to feel squished in. I had thought about having Mom do… Uh, no, not thinking about that.

We kind of drifted to sleep with the light on about an hour later. I was lying on my back and having a half dream about spanking Mom when I woke myself up, the excitement pushing me until I came.

I was seriously embarrassed to see Deanna leaning up on her elbow watching me with a raised eyebrow. Hell, I hoped I hadn’t said anything, and I could tell my panties were wet. Mom thought it was awesome how much I came, but it was a real pain right now.

I put my hand over my eyes, “What?”

“What do you mean, ‘What?’” Deanna whispered. “Holy shit. You just had a wet dream, Amber. God, it looked hot.”

I peeked at her from under my fingers. “It’s embarrassing. Quit staring at me.”

She giggled, getting a nervous giggle back from me as she pulled on my arm until I uncovered my eyes. I knew it drove Mom crazy when I did that when I was embarrassed, but it was almost impossible to stand having someone looking at me at those times.

“No way, girl,” she said, “I’ve never had a wet dream before. You have got to tell me about it or I’ll go crazy. Hell, I thought only boys did that.”

Now I really blushed, trying to keep from hiding again as I said, “No way. God, I can’t believe that happened. I’m such a spaz.”

Deanna got a serious look. “No, really, I think it’s awesome. I’d love to be able to do that. I’ve never had an orgasm, and here you are having one in your sleep. It’s not fair.”

I giggled again at the offended tone, but then realized what she had said. “Never?”

Now she looked embarrassed, looking down as she said. “Well… no. I’ve never dated, and I know everyone watches porn on the internet, but I don’t.” Now she kind of looked a little mad as she said, “How the hell are you supposed to find anything out if your mom blocks everything?”

That got a surprised giggle again, causing her to give me an offended look, then she laughed herself at my expression.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I laughed. “It’s just… my mom has the same thing. It really pisses me off sometimes.”

We laughed for a minute at the thought of how mean our moms were because they wouldn’t let their sweet daughters watch porn, when Deanna gave me a questioning look and said, “Can you… like, come when you’re awake?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Oh!” She looked down thoughtfully, before saying, “By… well, by yourself?” She blushed as she said the last part.

I gave her a questioning look. “What, you think I’m bonking some guy? Of course, by myself. Don’t try to tell me you don’t masturbate.”

She giggled, then shrugged and said, “Well, yeah, of course, but… well, I’ve never really had an orgasm. It’ll feel sort of nice, but nothing like what I just saw you do.”

I covered my face again. “God. My friend is a Peeping Tom. I can’t believe you watched that.”

That got a full-on gigglefest going, but she returned to the subject when we stopped.

“Tell me, Amber. Come on, we’re friends, right? How do you do that?”

I was tempted to put a pillow over my face, but I remembered how frustrated I was before.

“Well… well, you just, you know, have sexy thoughts about someone, then sort of, you know…” I whispered the last part, “touch yourself.”

She looked so much like me that I almost laughed, her eyes distant as she pursed her lips in thought.
“Yeah… that doesn’t work,” she said thoughtfully. “I try to think of having guys do stuff, but it doesn’t really work.”

I nodded to myself, kind of picturing what she meant. I was doing the same thing, picturing a boy because it was wrong to do anything else.

“Well…” I said, thoughtfully. “What about when you’re not trying? What gets you hot during the day?”

She blushed, almost making me nod as I realized she did look just like me when Mom asked those kinds of questions. I could see what her problem was.

When she didn’t say anything, I said, “Well, what is it? You want me to tell you, you have to tell me.”
She lay back and put her hand over her face as she mumbled. “Well… it’s the… well, you know…” She trailed off, then whispered, “gym teacher.”

I almost giggled, but held it back. Ms. Teller was the gym teacher and she was hot. I had the hots for my teacher, and Deanna had the hots for the gym teacher. Ms. Teller was really tall, with big boobs, and was super fit. I could get behind wanting some of that.

“Okay,” I said matter of factly. “I can see that, she’s hot. So that’s who you think about?”

Deanna turned her head to look at me in surprise to say “But, she’s… well… a she.”

I did laugh then and said. “No! Really? Was it the big boobs that gave it away?” We both got to giggling again, and she relaxed a little.

“You don’t think that’s bad?” Deanna asked quietly.

“Nah. It’s a crush. We get them and it doesn’t mean we’re all lesbians or something.”

“Oh. You think about… well, girls?”

“Sure,” I said truthfully. “I was actually dreaming about one, but I’m not going to tell you who it was, so don’t ask.”

“Oh,” she muttered again. We laid there for a while as she thought about it, then said, “That’s good, I was afraid I was… well, gay or something.”

I leaned up on my elbow to look at her seriously. “It wouldn’t bother me if you were, Deanna, but we’re only fourteen for Christ’s sake, we haven’t even dated. It’s probably too early to decide that, at least until you’ve been on a date.”

“I guess,” she said slowly. “You don’t think… mas… masturbating while thinking about girls will make you gay?”

I giggled, “If so, I’m going to be so gay one day.”

She laughed out loud, then covered her mouth as she turned to face me, laughing hard enough to cry. I had never had this much fun with a friend before, even if it was about embarrassing stuff.

We laid there for a while, sort of chatting sleepily, when she said, “How do you… you know… do it?”

I blinked awake and looked at her hard, realizing for the first time that she might be pushing for something. It seemed silly now after talking about masturbating and lesbian crushes, but it hadn’t occurred to me that she might want to do some stuff.

“It’s hard to explain, Deanna,” I said. “It’s, like, something you get one day, then always know how to do.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “I’ve been, well trying for a long time.”

I leaned up on my elbow again and looked at her. She gave me a quizzical grin until I said, “I can show you, if you promise not to hate me or think I’m weird.”

She blinked, then said, “Well, I wouldn’t think that anyway, but how would showing me do anything?”

“I could do to you what I do to myself, then you’ll understand and be able to do it,” I said softly.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “Really? You would do that for me?”

I shrugged and said, “Yeah. I guess. If it will help.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, then said “I’d like you to do it, and I promise I won’t hate you.”

Thinking for a moment, I finally nodded and slid over. “Lay on your side and close your eyes.”

Putting an arm over her, letting my hand rest on her stomach, I propped my head up so it was next to hers. “I’ll describe a sexy scene, then touch you as I do it. Just relax and picture what I’m saying. If you come, do it quietly, I don’t want your mom to wake up.”

She nodded eagerly, then waited with her eyes closed.

“Ms. Teller has you stay after school one day, wanting to talk with you about your grades and effort in class. She leads you to her office and shuts and locks the door when you go in. She’s wearing her gym outfit, those tight shorts and that blue t-shirt that shows her tits.”

I start rubbing Deanna’s tummy, sort of sliding the t-shirt up as I do it.

“She has you stand in front of her as she looks up at you from her chair and tells you that you need to work harder if you want better grades. You tell her, ‘Yes, ma’am’ and ask what you need to do. Ms. Teller leans forward and puts her hand on your hip and asks if you’re willing to do some extra credit work.” My hand sort of slides under the t-shirt to start stroking her skin, getting a soft sigh from her.

“When you nod, her hand runs down and strokes your ass for a moment,” I say as I do just that, letting my hand touch her ass, then slide around to rest on her belly button.

“You can see Ms. Teller’s nipples through her t-shirt as she asks if you’re willing to do anything she says. When you say ‘Yes’, her hand moves to your front and cups your pussy.” Deanna moaned harshly as my hand slid down and cupped her mound. Her panties were damp already, so I figured she would manage an orgasm tonight.

“Her hand sort of massages your pussy through your shorts as she watches you, then she asks if she can do anything to you. When you nod, she stands up and moves behind you, cupping your breasts as she kisses your neck.” I do both, sliding my hand up to squeeze her breast, and planting a soft kiss on her neck. Deanna is panting quickly, letting out another moan as my hand squeezes her.

“Ms. Teller slides her hand down, then slips it into your shorts and panties, then you feel her fingers touch your wet pussy lips.” I do the same, slipping my hand into her panties and letting a finger slide between her soaked outer lips.

Deanna came at that point, letting out a quiet, but high pitched whistling sound. Her pussy did like mine and squirted my hand as she pushed her pussy against it. I held her tight, and she groaned a little louder as she squirted again and her body sort of undulated against mine.

She was gasping when it was over, letting out little moans every now and then. I let her lie back, and began licking my fingers clean as she watched. She tasted really good, sort of like me. Mom tasted totally different, but I really loved how she tasted… uh, better not go there.

When I was done, I lay down next to Deanna, watching as she sort of panted for a while, then I must have fallen asleep.

I grimaced when I woke up and realized the room smelled like sex, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that. Deanna was smiling at me, and when I opened my eyes said, “Wow, that was great, thanks.”

I shrugged and said, “Sure. It was fun, and you sure make a mess.”

We kind of staggered out of bed and looked at the mess we had made. She shrugged like I had and said, “Mom’s already at work, so we have a couple of hours to clean up.”

“Work?” I was surprised that she worked on Saturday.

Deanna looked a little sad. “Yeah. When Dad died three years ago, Mom went back to work. It was pretty hard at first, but she says if she makes VP this year, she can spend more time with me.”

“Wow, that sucks.”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “I feel bad for Mom, and try to help, but she’s been working sixty-hour weeks for the last year. I offered to get a job, but she just cried and hugged me.”

I nodded, picturing what she meant. Mom would have done the same thing. “You think she’ll get married again?”

Deanna got the strangest look and said, “No… no. I don’t think so.”

When I raised an eyebrow she blushed and looked down for a moment.

“Well… you know I asked about… you know, being a lesbian?” I shrugged and nodded. “Well, I saw… well, Mom and a… a woman… sort of, well, kissing one night. So wondered if I might be… well…” Then she petered out.

I shook my head. “I don’t think it works like that. Your mom might just be having sex with a woman because it’s nicer or something. She had you, so she must be okay with guys. It’s probably just that she gets horny and doesn’t want to deal with guys.”

Deanna giggled, then said, “How did you get so wise all of a sudden?”

I grinned. “My Aunt Jess is gay, and I didn’t know it until recently. My mom tried to explain how it works like that sometimes and how it might take a while to figure out.”

“Wow, really?” Deanna said. “That’s so cool that you can talk about that.”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “Mom is the best.”

When we stripped down she saw my shaved pussy and got bug-eyed. I shrugged it off, but could tell she really wanted to know why I had it like that. I told her to look around the gym showers one day, half the girls were shaved.

“Why?” she asked.

I gave her an intent look, trying to force her to think about it. She really was innocent about things because she was totally lost. I sighed and mumbled, “No hair to get in your… teeth.”

She blinked in surprise, then stared at my pussy for a moment. That got her to blush when she realized I was watching her. “Sorry… sorry,” she mumbled. “It’s just… just not something I thought you… you know… had ever done.”

I looked at her seriously, trying to decide what to say, finally pulling her down on the bed to sit as I said, “Will it bother you if I had?”

She looked at me for a moment, before she realized what I meant, and I could tell by her expression she was hurt that I even thought that, “No, of course not.”

“It’s hard to tell, and I don’t want you hating me,” I said, “but I’ve had, well, sex with… you know… a girl.”

“Oh,” Deanna breathed softly. “Oh, my God,” she muttered, then looked at me. “Here I’ve been worried you would hate me if I said I liked girls, and you were worried I would hate you.” Then she giggled.

I had to laugh too, and we did that for a little while until Deanna said, “Would you… can we… I mean…”

She was blushing fiercely, but I could see her nipples standing up and realized what she was asking. I canted my head at her, wondering if it would be wrong. “Do things together?”

She nodded quickly, then looked down again.

“I don’t really want to have a girlfriend, Deanna. I’d rather be friends.”

That got her to look up quickly as she said, “Oh, no… I don’t want to be like that. I just wanted to… well, do it with someone, you know.”

I looked at her for a moment, then leaned in and gave her a kiss. She didn’t react until I was about to pull back, then she put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me back. I don’t think she had ever kissed anyone like that, but really got into it. When my tongue moved between her lips she jerked a little, then leaned in and opened her lips. After a while she started using hers to taste me back.

When I leaned back her face was flushed and her pupils were dilated. Her lips were a little swollen from all the kissing, but she was panting with excitement.

“Shower,” I said, holding out my hand.

She nodded, taking my hand and letting me lead her to it. I stopped in front of the sink and stood behind her as I pulled her t-shirt off. She looked at us as I leaned in and let my hands reach around and begin caressing her stomach and breasts. They were just as small as mine, but really nice feeling in my hands.

We both were still covered with our own cum, so when she was moaning softly, I stopped and stripped before stepping into the tub. I waved for her to do the same, admiring the wispy blonde hair around her pussy as she did so. With the shower started I took the gel and began using my hands to wash her clean.

When I ran a finger down her ass crack, she squealed, then let out a loud groan. I lathered and rinsed her pussy clean, then turned her to face me. I gave her a kiss, then slid to my knees in front of her as she gasped, then pushed my face into her pussy. She squealed again in shock, but that very quickly turned to loud moans as my tongue moved between her lips. I wanted to do this quickly since I didn’t know what time her mom would be home and it was Saturday. Mom would be waiting. I groaned at the thought.

I did everything Mom had taught me, licking and probing, sliding my tongue along her clit, but didn’t use any fingers. Deanna lasted all of two minutes before putting one hand on the wall and the other on my head and came. She let out a long yell of “Yes” and squirted my face and mouth. I did like Mom and swallowed what I could, but kept my lips lightly on her clit. She continued like that for a surprising amount of time before sliding to a sitting position in front of me.

I kissed her, letting her taste herself, then helped her to her feet. “That’s what it’s like. I have to get home, but we can do that whenever you want.”

She was smiling in a dazed fashion, but helped wash me, paying special attention to my breasts and ass.
Mom picked me up at nine, and I was ready to go, my breasts very clean, and Deanna looking very bright-eyed. I was starting to get twitchy, trying to keep my mind off… things.

I gave Deanna a hug when I left and she whispered “Thanks,” in my ear.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By StarSapphire

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2005 }

For Ronda S.

Judy looked down at her sleeping daughter and admired the soft outline of her pretty face. Ronda’s short dark hair framed her delicate features and set them off gently. A duvet cover hid her twelve-year-old body and cloaked her up to her pert little chin. Sighing, Judy backed out of Ronda’s bedroom and went to her own room to think awhile.

Lying on top of her bed Judy recalled the form of her daughter in her mind. Ronda was a beautiful young girl who was tall for her age, as Judy had been. She was also maturing fast and had developed some respectable breasts for her age. Judy’s own were a full `C’ cup, and Ronda looked to match her soon. She had her father’s smoldering Mediterranean features and her mother’s body, Judy thought. She wondered too if, like her mother, Ronda was gay.

Judy’s hair was sandy blonde and fell in thick waves either side of her open Nordic face. She had the full red lips, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes of the classic western ideal of beauty, that contrasted sharply with her daughter’s exotic good looks. Ronda had dark flashing eyes that signaled her every mood and clear, finely sculpted features just like her father. They both look like wild Gypsies, Judy mused.

Judy was slightly uncomfortable at the thought of Ronda’s father. Tony had been a high school boyfriend who had persuaded Judy to go ‘all the way’ when they graduated. He had done his thing, then left for college when Judy discovered she was pregnant by him. He’d offered to marry her — but Judy, in the meantime, had finally acknowledged her sexuality to herself and refused his offer.

Coming out was hard for Judy, and Tony was understandably hurt, but he faithfully provided what support money he could and made no fuss about custody or Judy’s sexuality. Over the years, he stayed in Ronda’s life and never tried to be anything but a great father, for which Judy felt endlessly grateful — and endlessly guilty. She thought Tony and Ronda deserved more. She was not aware that both were quite content with their relationship as it was and loved Judy deeply.

Judy knew she was going to masturbate again. Lately she had been plagued by sexual desires that burned into her soul and left her breathless each night. The fantasy was always horribly the same — she was having sex with Ronda. Hard as she tried to banish these thoughts from her mind the more they would intrude. She knew that wanting her daughter was dangerous, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it. She would admire her lithe form around the house, the curve of her small tight backside or the swell of her budding young breasts, and be swept up in another sexual fantasy.

She imagined Ronda naked in her arms, her small breasts and nipples pressed against her own as she kissed and caressed her in her mind. As she toyed with the sight and feel of Ronda, her hand stole down to cup her own breast and the other worked its way under her slacks and panties to fondle and stroke herself. Judy rapidly brought herself to her first climax of the night. God, it’s happening again, she thought.

Quickly stripping naked, Judy had a hot, fast shower and knew that her first orgasm had released only her immediate tension. She could now take her time and try to play with a different fantasy and banish these incestuous desires for Ronda from her imagination. She lay back on her bed and began to play with her nipples, feeling them harden to her touch as they sent little charges of sexual energy down through her pussy. She was already wet, she knew that before touching herself. Her fingers swam in her own juices as she began to slowly caress her slit.

Judy luxuriated in the feel of her freshly shaved pussy, stripped of its normal growth of tangled pubic hair. Gazing down at herself, she marveled at how much she looked like a young girl down there as she traced lazy circles around her clitoris.

Judy had shaved her pubic hair for the first time just yesterday, obeying some inner urge she didn’t fully understand. She’d taken the lather and razor and carefully removed every trace of the light brown curls that normally grew there. She felt cold at first — then exposed, worried that someone, another woman, might spot her bareness and wonder about her. Then she’d relaxed and enjoyed the unfamiliar feel of cool air between her legs as she spread them wide atop her bed.

Today this wide open, exposed feeling took Judy back to one of her strongest memories, her first sexual experiences with her seventh grade teacher Suzanne G. Relieved to be rid of Ronda in her mind, at least for the moment, Judy eagerly replayed this torrid erotic encounter instead.

Suzanne was a 34 year old French woman who Judy, much to her astonishment, had found startlingly attractive. She developed a terrible crush on Ms. G. and would gaze longingly at her short dark hair, tall trim figure and large breasts in class. She was naturally confused about her feelings. Why was she so attracted to another female, and one so much older? Am I gay? Judy worried, fretted and pined in silence.

Sensing Judy’s interest in her, Ms. G. was much less befuddled by her own desires. In fact, Suzanne G. quite liked young girls.

She invited Judy home for tea one spring afternoon near elementary school graduation and wasted little time in coming to the point with the pretty schoolgirl. She had often noticed Judy staring at her body and returned the attention. Judy’s tall youthful form, her wavy blonde hair and her perpetual look of innocent wonder captivated Suzanne’s heart — and her libido.

“I notice you looking at me in class,” Suzanne said abruptly after pouring them both tea.

Judy turned a deep shade of scarlet, afraid she’d done something terribly wrong. “Oh gosh! I –I’m so sorry, Ms G…!”

“Oh no, my sweet! It’s all right that you look at me. I enjoy you watching me! It is a true compliment,” Suzanne hurriedly explained. “You are rather beautiful yourself, and I enjoy looking at you too,” she said to her warmly as her eyes traveled up and down Judy’s tight adolescent body. “You are becoming quite the young woman,” she added, gazing at Judy’s small but prominent breasts.

With relief, Judy blushed at the compliment and the frank stare. “Ms. G…” she began.

“Please, call me Suzanne. I would like us to be friends,” Judy heard Ms G. say, not quite believing her ears but noticing instantly the look of gentle lust that came over her teacher’s face. Friends? Oh gosh, she realized, she feels the same way about me! Judy felt a flush of excitement rush through her taut young body.

“Yes. Okay, S-Suzanne,” Judy began. “Um, I think you’re the most beautiful p-person I’ve ever seen!” she gushed, amazed at her own boldness. “I just didn’t, uh, don’t — know how to tell you that. I want you to know, though. I think about you a lot, especially… oh gosh!” Judy gasped, immediately regretting being so forthright. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying!” she cried out in frustration.

Suzanne laughed warmly and came over to put her arm around Judy, who was close to tears. “Hush, darling,” was all she said, then lifted up Judy’s face with a finger and gently kissed her on the lips. Judy sighed, hoping for more, but Suzanne pulled away and sat down again across from her.

“We could have a very special friendship, Judy my sweet,” Suzanne said. “But you understand that, as a teacher, there are people, like your parents, who would not like that.” A shudder of blissful anticipation passed through Judy as she grasped the full nature of Suzanne’s intentions. “They might even put me in jail for the things I’m thinking about doing with you!” she laughed as a wicked little glint came into her eye.

With amazing gratitude, Judy at once understood Suzanne’s message and hurried to reassure her. “I’ll never tell anyone!” she promised. Certainly not her parents who, unlike this exotic French woman, seemed so distant and uncaring, “I — I love you Ms., I mean, Suzanne,” she confessed finally, relieved that it was out there. “Please, I won’t tell anyone!” she’d begged as her excitement rose in anticipation.

What happens now? Judy wondered. She didn’t have long to wait.

“Then come, my pet, ” was all Suzanne had said. Taking Judy by the hand, she led her to the bedroom.

When they arrived beside Suzanne’s bed she turned to face Judy, who stood there in a state of nervous excitement. “You like my breasts,” she announced boldly. “I see you looking at them all the time.  I’ll show them to you if you like.” She began to unbutton her pink pastel-colored blouse. “You too, my sweet,” she ordered. “I want to see you, too.”

Judy took in Suzanne’s warm smile and the glazed look of excitement in her eyes, then slowly peeled her white polo shirt over her head, revealing her white cotton sports bra to Suzanne’s hungry stare. She could instantly feel the teacher’s eyes burning holes through the garment. Then her breath caught as Suzanne removed her blouse and allowed Judy to see her big breasts, encased in a white lacy bra. She admired their fullness and deep cleavage.

Judy clasped her hands to her face as she gazed at Suzanne’s chest. “Oh my gosh!” she whispered. She felt embarrassed that her own small, immature breasts were so inadequate in comparison.

“You like them, my pet?” Suzanne asked with a coy smile. Judy could only nod her head in dumb response. “Your breasts are exquisite too, darling Judy. You are so beautiful!” Suzanne exclaimed, relieving Judy’s fears somewhat. But she continued to wonder what Suzanne found so attractive about her. She felt awkward and shy in the presence of such a beautiful, mature woman.

“Please, let me see the rest of you,” Suzanne asked her gently. Judy complied uneasily. She removed her bra over her head then waited in agonizing anticipation for Suzanne’s response. “Oh my dear girl, your breasts are perfect! Such darling pink nipples, oh my!” she enthused. Judy let out her breath, feeling much less afraid.

It was Suzanne’s turn. She quickly undid the front clasp of her brassiere and let it drop open, revealing to Judy a pair of heavy, womanly breasts crowned by large, dark brown nipples. The girl’s throat went dry and her mouth watered at the sight.

Judy looked down at her own breasts — small, but firm and round. Her pink nipples were fully erect. She brought her fingers up to gently brush them over the hard tips. Suzanne stood looking in awe as Judy lightly stroked herself.

Standing there topless before Suzanne was strange and arousing for Judy, and she delighted in her teacher’s reaction. A look of excited wonder was on Suzanne’s face as she took in the sight of Judy’s firm young tits on full display. By then, Judy’s feelings of physical inadequacy had completely vanished. She thrilled in the sight of her mature lover’s visual feasting on her bare breasts, and displayed herself proudly and unselfconsciously.

Suzanne moved toward her and Judy melted into her arms as their lips finally met again. Their kiss lengthened and deepened. Suzanne’s heavy breasts pressed into Judy’s as she forced her tongue past Judy’s lips and into her mouth. Judy responded, feeling the first full rush of sexual excitement in her young life. She eagerly tangled her own tongue around Suzanne’s, then moved it in to explore her mouth in turn.

Judy felt Suzanne’s hand move to cup one of her small breasts, and sighed deeply as she realized where the two of them were going. She felt her nipple nestling in the palm of Suzanne’s hand and thrilled to the aching pleasure it brought to be so intimately caressed. She surrendered herself to the older woman’s embrace and willed Suzanne total access to her lithe young body, to do with as she pleased.

“Take me Suzanne. Please, take me…” Judy murmured between kisses as her hands hurriedly began removing her summer shorts and underwear.

“Oh yes, my sweet. I will,” Suzanne assured her while assisting Judy to complete her undressing. Her own black skirt and white panties quickly joined Judy’s clothing on the boudoir floor. Judy had just a wisp of blonde pubic hair at the top of her small pussy but, to Judy’s astonishment, Suzanne was shaved clean…

Judy’s fingers were working fast and deep on herself as she relived that spring afternoon twenty years ago. She could feel her orgasm approach as she recalled lying spread out on Suzanne’s bed, completely open to her teacher’s inspection. After their first passionate kiss, they had fallen together onto Suzanne’s bed. After Suzanne’s adoring inspection they had made passionate, joyful love for the rest of the afternoon.

Years later, Judy recalled Suzanne’s lips and tongue on her small hard nipples, then the fullness of Suzanne’s own breasts when she held, kissed and caressed them. She remembered the taste of her teacher’s long dark nipples, the feeling of Suzanne’s mouth working its way down her body to finally engulf her throbbing cunt between her full red lips, her tongue wetly bathing and battering Judy’s small, hard clit into her first ever orgasm. Then she recalled the taste, aroma and the slick smoothness of Suzanne’s delectable pussy as she haltingly performed her first act of oral sex on her exotic French lover…

A slow shuddering climax rolled through Judy’s body as the hot passionate memory of her first sexual experience played through her mind. Her fingers plunged deep inside her dripping pussy in hard, wet thrusts as she felt the warm tremors and aftershocks of her orgasm slowly subside. She brought her fingers up to her lips and smelled the hot musky aroma of her arousal before licking them clean. With a groan, she rolled over onto her side in final release.

They had remained lovers over the next year, but their relationship ended when Suzanne took another teaching job several hundred miles away. Judy was bereft and deeply hurt, but managed somehow to put those feelings behind her. Suzanne had left behind yet another broken heart. She moved on to break many more as her young lovers aged beyond her desire for them.

Judy tried to cope with her grief by being `straight’ and denying her sexuality for the rest of her school life, which did not add to her happiness. Coming out to Tony had been a major relief — until now.

*****

Ronda was in a state of uncomfortable confusion. She was fully aware of her mother’s sexuality and had no problems with it. Judy’s two former lovers were good people and still friends with both Judy and Ronda. Her feelings about her own sexuality were less clear. She seemed to like boys and girls equally, which puzzled her. But what bothered her most was an awkward, surprisingly strong attraction to her own mother.

Lately, Mom wasn’t helping the situation. She would appear in the mornings clad only in a short terrycloth robe that showed off her long elegant legs and deep cleavage, making Ronda dizzy with desire. Judy’s touches would linger or her hands would sensuously stroke Ronda’s hair when she spoke to her about something personal. It was driving the poor teen crazy.

Ronda’s sexual experiences to date had consisted of kissing and a bit of petting with her best friend Cheryl when they were younger, and playing `doctor’ with a neighbor boy when much younger still. In neither case did she have an orgasm, and she didn’t really know what one was. But for all of her naivete, she had always been aware of a strong sexual need inside her. She just didn’t know exactly how to satisfy those desires, but Ronda did know who she wanted to satisfy them. It was her sexy, beautiful mother. These feelings left the girl understandably tentative and uncertain.

Unlike Judy, however, Ronda was more used to taking charge. She had her father’s strong will and determination, and preferred to take the initiative in life. She knew her mother was more passive and would never dream of instigating any sexual contact between them on her own. At the same time, Ronda could see what she thought were clear signals from Judy that suggested an intense sexual interest, but she shuddered to think of the consequences if she was wrong. She decided to be bolder around her mother and to see how far things went.

Ronda started by dressing more provocatively than her mother around the house. Wearing only a long white t-shirt, she would wander in to breakfast, sure that Judy could see her nipples through the thin cotton of her top. The hem just covered her backside and allowed Judy to see Ronda’s long slim legs in full detail. She even tried `flashing’ her mother by crossing her legs and allowing her a brief looks at her bare pussy.

Ronda caught Judy looking at her a few times and noted the blush that came to her mother’s cheeks after catching sight of her scantily-clad daughter. She was pleased by the response but wished she could do more to tantalize her.

The girl had always admired the way her mother looked, and was envious. At 32, Judy was in the prime of her life and it showed. Her figure was that of a younger woman. Her long blonde hair was always well kept and attractive, and Judy’s minimal use of makeup enhanced her natural good looks superbly. Her wardrobe was always classically stylish rather than fashionable, and showed off her figure to its best advantage. Her mom never looked less than her best, thought Ronda. Even in a terrycloth robe she was stunning.

Ronda decided to be a little more pro-active.

Continue on to Part Two

By Single Mom

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2007 }

My name is Virginia Henny, and I teach sixth grade in a small farm community in northwestern New York State. Sharon McKay was one of my students. I should tell you that I am twenty-eight, divorced with no kids, and was not dating at the moment, so I had no one to rush home to. Not that I couldn’t date, but because I didn’t want to. I was considered pretty, even beautiful by some, but I simply was not ready for a relationship.

Sharon McCay was tall for her age. (Eleven years old and almost 5 feet tall) She had long blonde hair, jade green eyes, and a cherub’s face with a bee-stung lower lip. Unlike most eleven-year-olds who were straight from the waist down, she had a narrow waist, flaring hips,and long tapered legs that rose up to meet a magnificent ass.

It was after school on a snowy December afternoon and I was sitting at my desk grading test when Sharon came into the classroom in tears. It seems that she had been in the girl’s lavatory and missed the school bus home. I made several attempts to call her mother, but to no avail, so I had her take a seat in the classroom until I had finished grading test, and then if her mother hadn’t returned the message that I left on her answering machine, I would drive her home.

I had no idea that it was snowing as hard as it was, or I would have left sooner and finished grading the test at home. As it was, when we arrived in the school parking lot to leave, my big Chevrolet Suburban SUV was in snow up to the running board. I had Sharon climb in the front seat while I started the engine so as to get some heat and turn the defrosters on while I swept and scraped snow from the windows.

After I got the car windows cleaned off, I climbed in the car to find her sitting in the center seat, not the right hand passenger seat. I thought that was odd, but I didn’t say anything because my immediate concern was getting us out of the parking lot and on the road.

In any case, I managed to get out of the parking lot and onto the crowned black top road in front of the school, which was plowed, but still slippery with a thin coat of snow and ice on it. fortunately, my Suburban is big and heavy, and I was able to proceed without a problem. Until I reached state road 15. The school district did a far better job of maintaining its parking lots and roads than did the city or state.

I made a right turn onto State Road 15, and knew right off that I was going to have a problem. The suburban fishtailed coming out of the turn, and Sharon almost jumped into my lap. She grabbed my thigh with both hands for support and hung on for dear life. I tried to comfort her by putting my right hand on her left thigh just below the hem of her skirt. “It’s okay, baby,” I said, gently patting her thigh. She didn’t startle or pull away when I put my hand on her thigh, so I left it there for longer than I should have, I think.

I hadn’t driven much more than about five miles when the sky opened up and it began snowing so heavily that my visibility was down to practically zero. The only good part was that there was no traffic on the road, so that I could straddle the center crown and not worry too much about where the side of the road ended. I had traveled this road enough to know that the apron was wide and covered with gravel, so I would know if I was drifting off of the blacktop.

Sharon was hanging onto my right leg for dear life, and I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were white. We traveled about another five miles when I decided that I would pull off on the apron and wait for the county to send out the snowplows. Living in northwestern New York, I knew enough to keep a blanket, a pillow, a flashlight, and some road flares in the compartment in the back of the SUV. (I didn’t carry a jack since the SUV was far too large for me to even attempt to change a tire, so I had long ago replaced it with road service and a cell phone.)

The suburban holds about 40 gallons of gas and was near full, so I knew that between the blanket and running the heater occasionally, we wouldn’t freeze to death.

Sharon and I both climbed over the seats and into the back of the SUV. Once back there, I folded the second row of seats down, giving us even more room in the back. Although I’m not sure why I thought we would need more room, there was already enough space for me to stretch out full length, if it came to that. (I never thought that we would have to spend the entire night in the SUV, but figured that the worsening storm just might change all of that.)

As I removed the emergency supplies from the jack compartment, I realized that I had left my cell phone on my desk at school, so I wouldn’t be receiving any phone calls from Sharon’s mother, or anyone else. The car hadn’t yet began to cool off, so we spread the blanket out over our waist, legs, and feet and sat with our backs resting against the back of the front seat. I desperately wanted a cigarette, but thought it best not to smoke in the closed car, and I wasn’t about to open any windows because the wind was blowing in strong, loud gusts, and the snow was swirling around. I realized then that this was no ordinary snow storm, but an old fashioned Northeast blizzard. Sharon seemed a little apprehensive over our situation, so I thought that if we talked a little, it would take her mind off of the storm, so I asked about her family.

She told me that it was just her and her mom, that she had no father or siblings. She told me that she didn’t have a real aunt, but that her mother did have a “friend,” that she called “Aunt Joyce.” who came around a lot.

“Aunt Joyce?” Was her mother gay? I didn’t want to touch that one, and fortunately I didn’t have to because she began asking me questions.

I told her that I was alone also, and that I had no children, but that I did have a real sister who sometimes visited me.

“You don’t got a boyfriend?” she asked.

I shook my head, “Not at the present time,” I told her, “but maybe some day when I feel better about men.”

“So you could get a girlfriend,” Sharon suggested, leaving little doubt in my mind that Aunt Joyce was indeed a girlfriend.

Not wanting to disparage lesbians to the daughter of one, I simply said, “If I ever meet one that I liked, I might do that.”

“Well, don’t you ever get horny?” she asked.

When I finally recovered from the shock, I asked, “What do you mean by horny?” Not quite sure that we were talking about the same thing.

“You know. Like when you get all wet down there and stuff.”

I couldn’t believe that an eleven-year-old was talking about ‘getting wet down there.’ Was I so old that I couldn’t remember being eleven? How old was I when I started getting wet down there? Did eleven-year-olds get wet down there? I imagined so, since I remember masturbating long before I was eleven.

Sharon was obviously waiting for an answer, and I wasn’t sure how to answer. The obvious thing to do was to tell her that we shouldn’t be talking about these things, and changed the subject. “Are you cold?” I asked her.

She slid down from the back of the front seat and onto the floor of the SUV, then pulled the blanket up to her chin. “Uh-huh,” she said, then turned on her right side and pressed up against my left thigh. When she slid down, her short skirt had ridden up, and I could feel wet panties pressed against my left leg. I was being vamped by an eleven-year-old, and didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t believe that I was letting this continue, but I was powerless to stop it. “We really shouldn’t run the car too much, because we have to be careful of carbon monoxide leaking into the car,” I said, not wanting this to stop while I got up.

“So couldn’t we both just get under the blanket and keep warm that way?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, but simply slid down to the floor of the car and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I felt my own skirt ride up to the top of my thighs with a little help from myself I’m sure. Sharon threw her left arm over my waist and I could feel her pubic mound pressed against my naked leg, accompanied by a wetness being left by her panties as as she slowly, almost imperceptibly moved against my thigh.

“Honey?” I moaned in a mild protest.

“Huh?” she grunted.

“You really should lie still,” I said in a near whisper.

“How come? I won’t tell nobody, I promise.”

Well at least it was an admission of what she was doing, and not a flat out denial or pretense of innocent touching. The “I won’t tell.” was consent if she were old enough to consent, and the “How come.” was a child like statement of innocence. I only wished that I could be as honest with myself and my own feelings as she was being, but no adult wants to admit that she is being vamped by a mere child.

I could hear the storm blowing so hard that even the big suburban was rocking a little. I knew then that we would be spending the night here. I felt somewhat secure knowing that we had a full tank of gas and a warm blanket, and I wanted to convince Sharon of that. I reminded her that we had plenty of gas for heat, and a warm blanket, and that we were as snug as a bug in a rug. Her response was to hold me tighter and to snuggle up against me.

The question was, could I resist her obvious flirting all night long? We were both lying with our heads on the one pillow that I had in the car, and when I turned to face her, our faces were a mere inch apart. As I stared into that cherubic face, I couldn’t resist kissing her on her lips, but as an adult would kiss a child, as a mother would kiss her daughter.

She had obviously participated in, or witnessed a great deal of open mouth kissing, because before I knew what was happening, we were kissing as two lovers would kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth and I was fumbling under the blanket, trying to remove her panties. She soon became frustrated with my fumbling, broke off the kiss and brazenly tugged her own panties down and off. I wanted desperately to pull off the blanket and look at her naked body, so I leaned over the front seat, started the car and turned both front and rear heaters on full blast. When I got back under the blanket, she was totally naked.

So what now? She’s naked, and she’s waiting for me to get naked, I’m sure, but . . .  she was an eleven-year-old child. I was being led around by an eleven-year-old, a student. That would hardly go over big in court. “Your honor, she seduced me.” When the judge got done laughing, he would sentence me to twenty years in jail.

Finally, she tired of waiting for me to do something, so she ducked under the blanket, tucked her fingers under the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my legs and off of my feet. I didn’t resist or protest, but simply lay there as if frozen in place, not sure that I believed what was happening. She then climbed on top of me, pushed my skirt up over my waist, positioned herself for maximum contact of our clits, and began to thrust her hips, grinding our clits together, moaning and breathing heavily.

Suddenly, it was a case of the student teaching the teacher, and I was a willing student. She began slowly rubbing her clit against mine, staring down at me with a lost look on her face. She was right here fucking me, but with a faraway look in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening, as I couldn’t. Slowly, her pace increased in both strength and frequency. Her eyes went wide, her jaw hung slack and a look of wild passion distorted her face. And mine.

I increased my own pace, thrusting and rubbing, catching her rhythm, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her pussy hard against mine as we ground together. Writhing like two warm snakes with limbs entwined, both moaning, both making the sounds of a cat with it’s motor running. I was an adult, and she was just a child, but under the covers, everyone is eighteen.

Suddenly, she stopped her snake-like writhing on my pussy, sat up, leaned forward and began to unbutton my blouse, the tip of her tongue protruding from between her lips in total concentration. I lay there, staring up at her in total submission.

When she had opened the last button, she told me, “Sit up.” I obeyed, wanting her to see my breasts, to fondle them, to suck on my hard nipples. She pushed my blouse down over my shoulders and arms, then told me to lean forward, which I did so that she could reach behind me and unsnap and remove my bra, expertly, using only one hand. I could tell that she took great pleasure in baring my breasts as she cupped them, fondled them, and kissed my stiff nipples. Once again, there was no doubt in my mind that she had been here and done this before.

After she removed my skirt and we were both totally naked, she knee-walked back up to my pubic mound and slowly, in a tempting, seductive manner, raised her hands behind her head, laced her fingers, and lowered herself to straddle my pussy, where she began to thrust and grind like a pole dancer in a strip bar, staring down wide eyed into my contorted face to check my reaction.

As I peered down between my breasts, I could see her outer labia come open and her clitoris protrude from its hood, rubbing against me with each thrust of her hips. I felt powerless to do anything but lay there and let her do to me as she wished.

Suddenly, I wanted more. I wanted to drink from her wet pussy, lick her and suck her, and tongue-fuck her tight asshole.

I grabbed her hips and tugged her up to my face. She turned to face my feet and lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth, lips, and tongue.

She was on hands and knees, straddling me, her head between my legs, her tongue working on my own pussy. She soon began to shake and tremble, and I could taste her cum as it ran out of her and into my mouth. As I drank from her, I rewarded her with a mouth full of my own cum, which she swallowed eagerly.

Before finally falling asleep, I asked her who taught her to do all of that, and if it had been her mother? She shook her head no, and said it was her Aunt Joyce, whose place she stayed at after school until her mother got home from work and picked her up.

We were awakened at daylight by the sound of snowplows on the road. A knock came on the car window, and we hurriedly got dressed, putting our underthings in the jack well to save time. I rolled down the window and saw several men shoveling the SUV out. A man asked if we were okay, and with faces covered in dried cum, we assured him that we were.

When we arrived at Sharon’s house, we were greeted by a beautiful woman who was a grownup version of Sharon. She had called the school and was told that Sharon had missed the school bus and was being driven home by her teacher. Judy, Sharon’s mother, had spent the night on the phone with the police and pacing the floor. She gave me a big hug and thanked me for taking care of her daughter, and invited me to come for dinner and cocktails some evening. Which I accepted.

The End

By Tater Tot

Tuesday night came and Amber was really wound up. I was afraid she was going to jump me the way she was staring at my ass, although it sure made me feel good about my body. Nothing like having a teenager lusting after you to perk up the old ego.

She was in bed waiting when I came out of the bathroom, getting a giggle from me and a blush from her.

“God, Mom,” she said, “come on!”

She was fairly panting, her hands twitching restlessly as I slid in behind her. I pulled her close and pushed my pussy against her ass, getting a soft sigh from her. Putting my arms around her and snuggling close, I said, “What should it be tonight?”

“Can you… would you… you know, you and… well,” she mumbled.

That got a chuckle from me, and I said, “You mean Jess?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Putting a hand on her tummy, I rubbed it softly as I said, “Okay, I’ll tell you about the last time she stayed here.”

The poor girl was panting hard as I said, “Well, she’d been copping feels all night. Pretty much every time you weren’t in the room she had a hand on my ass or on my breasts. When you went up to bed, we were still watching TV. She waited to hear your door shut and then she pretty much attacked me.”

Amber had her eyes closed and let out a long moan at that.

Grinning, I continued, “She knelt in front of me and flipped my t-shirt up and started licking my panties. She wrapped her arms around my legs and lifted me up a little, so excited she was nibbling and biting me. She was so turned on it made me extremely horny, and it was only a couple of minutes before I came in my panties, muffling a scream in a pillow.” My bottom hand cupped Amber’s breast while the top slid down between her very wet lips.

Amber was grunting softly, her body clenched tight as she held back an orgasm. Kissing her cheek, I said, “I was still panting when she pulled me up and dragged me to the bedroom. Now you have to understand that Jess likes me to take charge most of the time, so when we got to the bedroom I pushed her face down on the end of the bed and snatched her panties off. Her ass was on the edge, fully exposed, when I knelt down and started tongue-fucking her asshole.”

Poor Amber came with a harsh scream, crying ‘No!’ in a piercing voice as her body spasmed and her hands grabbed the sheets.

When it continued, I was really surprised, her body relaxing, then arching back up again as her pussy squirted cum like a man, quick jets of it against my fingers. She was making deep grunting noises as she slowly calmed down, her pussy spasming against my hands for a couple more seconds. When her ass touched the sheets, she started sobbing, but it only lasted another few seconds before she fell asleep.

I was staring down at her, dumbfounded at how intense that had been. God, to be able to do that. Sighing, I slid down and began licking her clean as I fingered myself to an intense orgasm, picturing her going wild in my ass on Friday.

When she woke up, we were facing each other, and I watched her sleepy eyes realize where she was. The disappointment came quickly as she said, “Oh man, I never heard how it ends.”

I pulled her to me as I giggled uncontrollably, holding tight as she eventually started giggling with me. I gave her a quick kiss as I slid back and said, “Sorry, kiddo, but I would seriously pay big money to come like that.”

She looked interested at that and said, “Really? I was trying so hard not to.”

I shook my head and said, “God, baby, what you did last night would be the envy of every woman I’ve ever known.”

That got a gleam in her eye as she said, “Cool. But I would still like to make it all the way through once.”

Laughing again, I gave her a kiss and slid out of bed to start the day.

*****

When Thursday came around, Amber came home and did school work until dinner, then started to get twitchy. It made me wonder what she did on the nights between, did she lie in bed and masturbate all night?

She actually waited for me to get in bed before coming in, but then threw her clothes off prior to sliding in with me.

We snuggled close as I asked what it would be tonight.

“I wanna know what happened next with you and Jess,” she said quickly.

I chuckled and thought for a moment, then said, “Would you like to have me use my finger on your ass while I tell you?”

She groaned softly and said, “Uh… yes.”

Rolling over, I reached in the drawer of a bedside table and pulled out a small tube of lube before rolling back to her. I adjusted her so she was facing me, sort of lying face down on my body so my hands were stroking her sweet little ass cheeks.

I put a bit of lube on my finger before starting, then said, “Jess was bent over the end of the bed, her ass sticking out as I held her down. She’s so small that her knees didn’t hit the floor, just sort of draped over the end. Her tiny little ass was sticking up, begging to get fucked.”

There was a long, breathy moan from Amber as I paused. Then I said, “I knelt behind my sister, leaned forward, and stuck my tongue in her ass.”

My finger touched Amber’s asshole and started a gentle push. Amber grunted when the tip slipped in.

“I tongue-fucked her for a minute. Then I told her, ‘Lay there like a good little girl while mommy gets ready to fuck your little ass.’ While she laid there on the bed and moaned, I put on my strap-on dildo and got the lube.”

My finger was sliding past the first knuckle as Amber buried her face in my neck, grunting continuously. Her hips were grinding her pussy into my thigh as I spoke.

“When I came back, I said to Jess, ‘What does my little girl want me to do?’ She said, ‘Fuck me, mommy, fuck me hard.’ I knelt down and pushed my lubed finger hard into her asshole, making her bury her face in the sheets so her yells of pain and pleasure wouldn’t wake you up.”

My finger was past the second knuckle when I started thrusting into Amber, her tiny little ass making it so tight and hot. Her hands were holding my shoulders as she ground her pussy hard into my thigh and made continuous ‘no’ sounds.

“I added a second finger in Jess’s ass, making her moan in excitement, getting louder as I started thrusting my fingers hard into her ass, fucking her with my hand.”

I began making quicker, harder thrusts with my finger into Amber’s ass, making her sob loudly as she rode my thigh, fucking me now. Her excitement was incredible as I felt her juices smear my leg and she made louder and louder moans into my neck.

“When Jess was nice and open, I took my fingers out and grabbed her hip and her hair, pulling her head back, and I said, ‘Mommy’s going to rape her little girl’s tight little asshole,’ then I shoved the cock in deep.”

My finger was pushed all the way in when Amber let go. Her hips ground into me hard and her body bucked wildly as her head arched back with an extremely loud scream. I actually worried a neighbor might hear and I flinched a little since she was so close to my ear.

Her pussy sprayed my thigh as she pushed against me, making the oddest sensation as it squeezed between us. She was frozen in that pose, her pussy spasming and squirting, so I pulled my finger out a bit then shoved it in again. She convulsed at that, her head pushing hard into my neck as she groaned through clenched teeth and her ass clenched around my finger.

She made a continuous series of ‘uh-uh’ sounds on my neck until she finally relaxed against me, totally out of it. I pulled my finger out and stroked her ass for a while, kissing her shoulder lightly as she sprawled across me. I eventually slid her down beside me. Amber was as limp as a rag doll. I looked down at the juices coating my leg. I definitely needed to be giving her more fluids.

I spent a little while molesting her while she slept, sucking her tits, licking her pussy, and playing with myself. I came hard while licking the juices off her body.

*****

I woke up first and watched my girl sleep for a while. It was Friday, her birthday, big things happening today.

I got up and had a good shower while she slept, cleaning really well inside and out. I woke her up when I was done and told her she was running late. I giggled a little as she stumbled dazedly to her bedroom to take a shower. Then I got dressed.

I was in the kitchen when she finally got ready. I had heard her running around upstairs, then the sound of her scrounging up her book bag. I made sure to be posed when she came in.

Amber stopped in the door when she saw me, her eyes getting big. She dropped her book bag and said, “What… I mean…”

I was standing by the counter, white knee high socks on, lacy white boy cut panties, and a half t-shirt that showed the bottom of my breasts.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I whispered.

“Oh god,” she mumbled, “oh god, Mom, that’s not fair. I have to go to school. Oh god.”

“I think you should stay home today,” I told her softly. “In fact, I think you should take your sweet mom to the bedroom and shove a cock deep in her ass.”

She grunted like I had punched her in the stomach.

Amber’s eyes were wide with shock as she stared at me, then tears welled in her eyes as she stumbled over to me, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her hands were shaking as she wrapped them around me, grabbing my ass cheeks and shoving her face in my crotch.

She was sobbing as she rubbed her face in me, mumbling words I could only half make out, “Yes… mine… Mom… oh god… oh god…”

Her hands started to get a little frantic on my ass so I reached down to pull her up. Her eyes were absolutely wild as I hugged her to me and whispered in her ear, “Shh, baby, calm down. I’m yours all day today and tomorrow. Shh, it’s all right.”

Her shaking slowed down a little, so I said “Let’s go to the bedroom, okay?”

She nodded a little jerkily, then took my hand to lead me to the bedroom.

I stopped her at the foot of the bed, then lay down on it, displaying myself to her. She stood above me in her school uniform, staring at me with hot eyes, looking from my breasts to my pussy.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” I said.

When she began doing it too quickly, I said, “Slowly…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again to start slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She watched my eyes as she pulled it back and let it drop, exposing her small breasts and no bra.

“Play with your breasts, Amber,” I whispered.

Her breath caught for a second, then she reached up with both hands and palmed her small breasts. They were too small to cup, but had large aureola and her nipples stood out.

“Pinch your nipples,” I said seductively.

She tilted her head back and her eyes half closed as she took both nipples in her fingers and pulled outward a little on them. She groaned a little as she watched me through her half-closed eyes.

“Slide one hand down and slip it under your skirt,” I said, then watched as her right hand moved down her stomach and slipped slowly under the waistband of her skirt.

“Good baby, that’s good,” I said softly. “Now run a finger through your pussy. Get it nice and wet.”

Her eyes closed for a second, then I could see her arm move down and up a couple of times.

“Take it out and suck your pussy juice off your finger,” I said.

She moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her knees bending a little as her hand came out, finger glistening. Her finger slipped between her lips and she moaned really loudly, her hips thrusting a little forward.

I watched her for a second, then said, “Take your skirt off.”

When she opened her eyes and moved her hands down, I let mine slide down and let my finger start tracing along my own pussy lips.

Amber was staring again as her hands unsnapped the skirt and let it drop. Her white panties had a large wet spot in the front and her hand slipped down to rub them the same way I was. I don’t think she was even aware she was doing it.

Sliding to the end of the bed, I moved off to kneel in front of her, looking up at her face. She was breathing frantically, her hands shaking and fluttering beside her as I placed my hands on her ass and leaned my face closer. Our eyes were locked as I stopped an inch from her panty-covered pussy lips. “What do you want?”

Her hips were twitching toward me as she grunted out, “Tongue… uh, now, Mom.”

Maintaining eye contact I leaned in and pushed my tongue hard against her wet panties. She threw her head back and grabbed me, grinding my face in her pussy as she gushed into her panties. She was making a long series of grunting sounds as she did it, then just sort of melted to the floor. Her body lay back with her legs bent under her, displaying her completely.

I reached up and slid her panties off, then lay face down and wrapped my hands around her thighs before starting to lick her outer lips. She grunted in a relaxed way as I started. I took my time and enjoyed myself, sucking her tight outer lips for a while, tugging with my lips and bathing them with my tongue.

Eventually I moved inward, licking and probing her inner lips with my tongue, amazed at how wet she was. She was oozing cum as she moaned above me, keeping my tongue busy lapping it up. I had been at it about five minutes when she started winding up again, her hand resting on my head.

I slid a finger forward and gently pushed in, not deep, just planning to stop when I hit her hymen. I didn’t, it was gone. I almost panicked, but got it together and kept enjoying her, figuring it was too late to worry about now. Sort of shrugging to myself, I let my finger move deeper, taking advantage of the opportunity. She was so tight I didn’t think someone had fucked her, so she’d probably done it herself accidentally. I let my finger slide in and out gently for a while, having to really control it since she was clamping down so hard. I had been holding her down with my other arm for a while as she thrashed and mumbled.

When my finger was moving a little more freely in her drenched channel, I started curling it upward slightly, trying to find her g-spot. As my finger searched, I let my tongue move through her pussy lips, probing for and finding her small, mostly hidden clit. It was serendipity that I hit her clit and g-spot at the same time.

Amber yelled and yanked my hair a little as she tried to arch up. Her body was incredibly tense as she tried to fight off the orgasm. I let my finger start stroking over her spot as I gently let my tongue press against her clit.

She twitched and made short screeching protests, yanked my hair a couple of more times as she strained to control it, but eventually let it overtake her. She wrapped her legs around my head and tried to force me up as her shoulders lifted her body and her head arched back. Her mouth was wide open but no sound came out as she began gushing cum across my face. She held that tense pose through three squirts, then drew a deep breath and screamed. Her hands were on the carpet now as she arched back again.

The scream made me jump slightly it sounded so animalistic, but I was distracted as she sprayed me down again. I was pretty sure she’d peed on me a little this time, but accepted it as what it was. I stayed with her, but took my finger and lips off her tender spots.

When she relaxed, I scooted up to pull her onto my lap as she started sobbing. I rocked her and kissed her cheek and lips until her eyes came back into focus.

“God,” she mumbled, “God, Mom, that was so good.”

I grinned a little at the drugged tone of voice, the sound reminding me of when I was recovering from an operation and the pain meds had given me a nice buzz.

As she came around a little more, I guided her up and left her standing there, and went to get the smaller dildo and oil. She was round-eyed when I came back and sat on the bed in front of her. I was grinning as I strapped the tool on my daughter.

Slipping the t-shirt off, and my panties down, I turned around and crawled slowly onto the bed, my head turned, giving her a come-hither look. I put two pillows under my hips, then spread myself out, ass in the air, arms and legs in an X shape.

Looking over my shoulder at her, I said, “Sodomize me.”

She got that glazed look to her eyes as she slowly climbed up behind me and knelt between my legs. I put my head down and relaxed as I felt her hand rub softly over my ass.

Soon she leaned down and kissed my ass cheeks gently, making a soft moaning noise as she held her lips there. Her mouth stayed on my butt for a time, kissing and licking my cheeks, before hesitantly slipping between them. She was skittish about tonguing my asshole, but eventually let it swirl around, getting a deep groan from me.

Amber was breathing very heavily, her breath blowing across my ass in hot waves. My pussy was dripping by now, the anticipation pushing me hard. When the oil dripped onto my ass I really moaned, then tightened up as her finger began running up and down, spreading the oil. She eventually stopped over my asshole and began slowly probing.

When her finger slipped in she gasped and muttered, “Oh god… uhh… ooh,” in a wispy breath. Her hand stayed there for a moment, then began pulling out and pushing back in. I was grunting as she finger-fucked my ass, and she was groaning loudly in excitement.

“Two,” I said.

Her mouth came down and bit gently on my ass cheek as the second finger went in, staying there with her mouth on me as her fingers resumed fucking me.

“Fuck me, baby,” I grunted softly. Through my moans, I quietly instructed, “Rub oil on the cock, then put it against my asshole. Let me push back onto it.”

Amber gave a soft sobbing sound as she crawled over me, then stopped as I felt the cock touch my butt cheeks. She slowly guided it to my asshole, shaking and sobbing as she said, “N-now, Mom.”

When I pushed up enough for the head to slip in, her hand came down so she was propped above me in a push-up position. I began pushing steadily upwards, the smaller dildo making this much easier. I had planned to use the regular one, but was afraid she would get so excited it might hurt me.

Her hips touched mine as I fisted the sheets and said, “Fuck me, baby, rape my ass.”

She made a deep growling noise and started pulling out just a bit and pushing back in, gradually getting a feel for it.

“That’s it, sodomize your mother. Fuck me hard. Shove that cock in my ass,” I grunted into the sheets where I had my face buried.

Her hair was swishing over my back making me think she was looking down at us as she panted and moaned above me. The cock would push in, forcing my ass open, driving deep inside me until her pussy hit my ass. I could feel her cunt dripping on me as she fucked me. I was so freaking excited I could hardly breathe, the thought of Amber above me, sodomizing me on my bed forcing tears from my eyes as I mumbled and yelled below her.

I came hard, driving my knees in and hunching my back to force my face into the mattress. I let out a muffled scream and pushed my hips hard into the mattress. Amber froze above me, not making a sound, and it wasn’t until I felt her juices running down my ass that I realized she was coming above me. She just locked up and froze with the cock in my ass as I slowly relaxed below her.

She eased down on top of me, still buried deep in my ass as she licked my shoulders for a while. I was surprised when her hips began making shallow thrusts, and even more surprised when she pushed up on her hands again and began driving into me. Her loud grunts and growls were in time with her hips slapping my ass. Her juices had run into my asshole and were making loud squelching noises as the cock plundered my ass.

Amber soon was making short screaming noises, yelling words that I couldn’t understand. I lay there, trying to adjust to the aggressive pounding she was giving me, then shocked myself by coming with a scream. It was different when she came this time, dropping on top of me, clutching her hands to my shoulders as she sort of humped my ass and her head rested against my neck. It went on for quite a while as she flooded my ass with her fluids.

She eventually relaxed and just lay there, until I realized she was out like a light. Groaning a little, I managed to roll her to the side, wincing when the cock pulled free. My ass was pretty tender, though that was to be expected. I had told her to rape my ass, so I couldn’t complain when she did.

Hell of a start to the day.

I took the strap-on off her, then staggered into the bathroom, my ass sore from the pounding. After cleaning up, I went back to the bedroom.

Amber was sprawled out where I had left her, mouth partly open, arms and legs splayed out, her whole lower body glistening with fluids.

When I sat down on the bed, her eyes blinked open. I pulled her into a hug, then patted her butt.

“Well, honey,” I told my daughter, “that was probably the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.”

She looked up, blushing, but with a proud look in her eye as she said, “Really?”

I nodded and said, “Uh-huh. I take it you liked it too?”

Amber said, “Oh my God, yes. It was… it was… God, I don’t know.”

THE END

Dear Readers: This ending no doubt seems a bit abrupt, and indeed, it isn’t actually where Tater Tot chose to conclude the story. What happens is that the narrative perspective suddenly shifts, without any warning or explanation, from the mother to the daughter. Needless to say, this decision by the author is somewhat befuddling. After talking it over, however, we decided to continue with the story (our edited version), but publish it as “Amber II“.

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2009 }

It was a hot morning in the middle of September, and I was standing there alone in the kitchen, waiting by the door in my bathrobe. It was still summer but vacation was over. My mom felt funny about leaving me alone at my age, but because I was almost twelve, she thought it would be okay. Besides, she didn’t have much personal time left at work.

I had told my mom I had a stomach ache and she let me stay home from school, even though my big sister Rhonda kept saying I was a little faker. I guess Mom believed me, because every time I told her I felt sick before that, I really was sick.

I honestly don’t know if I felt bad about lying about it for the first time. There were too many other things going on in my head. I was nervous and I was shaking and I felt like I was going crazy, and it was all because I was in love.

Yes, that’s what I said. I know you’re probably laughing at me right now and saying that a girl of eleven can’t be in love. I am no expert. I’m simply a young girl looking out the window on a rainy day and remembering, and I can tell you how I felt. And it was no quick fall, like with some girls. I know some idiots in school now, fifteen or sixteen years old, who start going out with a guy yesterday and suddenly today they are in love.

No, it was no quick fall, but there was a quick “something,” I can tell you that. Maybe part of it was because of growing pains, trying to get people to stop treating me like a little girl, and all the emotions running through me. Another part was that my best friend Heather had just moved away, leaving me just plain lonely and sad. But there was definitely a part of the quick something I wasn’t prepared for…

*****

It was one beautiful June morning, not long after my best friend had moved away, that I stepped out in the backyard in my t-shirt and shorts. I was wearing a pair of big, dark sunglasses and listening to music through headphones from my MP3 player. It had rained during the night and the grass felt wonderful between my toes. I swept the excess water off one of the lawn chairs and lay down, closing my eyes.

I don’t remember how long I lay there, but the headphones were suddenly yanked from my ears.

“Hey, Mouse-Fart!” Rhonda yelled at me. That’s my sister and one of her many cute pet names for me. “God, can’t you fucking hear?”

“I was listening to my music, do you mind?”

She was in her red bikini — no doubt wanting to sunbathe, but there were two chairs, so why bug me? She was a beautiful girl, my sister, with blond hair and blue eyes like me, and a great body, but she’s always had issues of territory and of trust, and has always been combative in one way or another.

“What kind of music? Is it Sesame Street, or Hannah-fucking-Montana?”

I was used to her being mean to me. It sometimes felt like I wanted to hit her, but she was bigger than me, and I knew it wouldn’t end up very well, so I just let it go.

“Go somewhere else so we can lay out,” Rhonda said.

“Who’s ‘we’?”

Rhonda stepped off to the side, I saw the girl who had been standing behind her and something happened to me. I didn’t know what it was. There was a warm feeling in my tummy and then tingles that ran all over me.

I took off my sunglasses and stood up from the lawn chair, nearly stumbling, glad that my sister didn’t take the opportunity to make a joke about it.

“Jasmine, this is my little sister Allison,” Rhonda said. “Allison, this is Jasmine. Her family moved into Heather’s house. My sister and Heather were best friends for a long time.”

“I’m sorry your friend moved away,” Jasmine said to me, “but it’s nice to meet you, Allison.”

Her voice was gentle like the breeze. She was about five feet, three inches tall and her skin was dark, golden-brown colored. Her hair was long and black and filled with wavy curls. She wore a yellow bikini and her body was absolute perfection with firm round breasts, a flat tummy and shapely legs, but none of that mattered at the time as much as her face. It was her face that captured me from the start, and the way she looked at me with her beautiful dark, sparkling eyes, and the way her full red lips spread into such a gentle smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” I said.

“I don’t really want to kick you out of your own back yard,” she said.

“Oh,” Rhonda said, “she doesn’t mind, do you, Ally?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” I said, and quickly ran into the house and climbed the stairs, going to my room, closing the door. I was breathing very heavily. I threw my MP3 on my pillow and fell back across the bed. All I could think about was her face and her voice and yes, her body did creep in there too, and what the hell was that all about? It was total confusion.

*****

Three months later I stood by the kitchen door, looking up at the clock, not knowing if I wanted it to slow down or to speed up. This day had been planned, and I’d followed the plan so far, and it had worked, right down to my mother being short on personal time. Of course, my tummy really did seem to have a knot in it as the time approached, even a hint of nausea.

I saw someone through the window. It was Jasmine, wearing a yellow t-shirt and red athletic shorts. My heart began pounding as I stepped to the kitchen door and pulled it open.

“Hello, Ally,” she said to me, stepping in and hugging me. “I’ve missed you. How are you, sweetheart?”

Jasmine’s embrace was warm and secure, but I was still trembling when she let me go. I closed the kitchen door and turned around. She must have sensed my nervousness because she reached out and touched my face, caressing it softly.

“Oh, Ally, are you all right with this?”

“Yes,” I said.

She put one arms around my neck and leaned over me, looking into my eyes. She kissed me. She had kissed me several times over the latter part of the summer, and although they’d been sweet kisses, each more passionate than the last, they had been given under much more covert circumstances. When you are fifteen, you don’t want to get caught making out with your best friend’s little sister. The kiss calmed me.

“Ally, I have to tell you something,” Jasmine said to me, looking down into my eyes and holding me. “I’ve only been with one girl before and we didn’t do much of anything, so don’t feel nervous with me, okay?

“If you don’t feel like doing anything more than talking and kissing, maybe a little touching, that’s fine. I just don’t want you to be scared. You’re still a very young girl and you have plenty of… time.”

With the last sentence, dared by the words very young girl, I quickly backed away and untied my robe, allowing it to dangle open. It exposed enough to show that I was naked underneath, completely naked, and I looked to Jasmine’s eyes for her reaction.

“Well,” she said, “it looks like you’re serious.”

“I love you,” I said, “and I want to be with you.”

I didn’t know how I managed to get that out. I think it was pure guts. I knew I did desire her in that way, to touch her and be touched by her. After all, how many nights had I lay in my bed in the dark thinking about her and masturbating? Too many to count.

I took Jasmine’s hand and told her to slip her shoes off at the door. She smiled at me and took them off and then, hand-in-hand, I walked her to the stairs and we climbed them. We wound up in my mother’s bedroom, where I told her to sit on edge of the bed. I took a deep breath and removed my robe completely. I moved close to her and watched her dark eyes move over my body.

I had very small breasts that rose in little points from my chest, and a very small tuft of golden pubic hair at the tip of my crack. I had a slender waist and my hips had begun to widen a bit in the past few months. My legs were not very long, but they were tanned and athletic.

“You have a beautiful body, Allison,” she said. “I want to kiss you all over.”

I let her pull me close and hold me and I leaned down and this time I kissed her. After the kiss ended, I wanted to hear her say the words, so I asked her.

“Are you in love with me, Jasmine?”

“Allison, you are very special to me, but… give me some time.”

I kissed her again. I kissed her passionately. I wasn’t disappointed. For me, Jasmine was a dream come true, everything about her — seeing her for the first time, understanding through Jasmine what I felt about her in the beginning… and realizing she felt the same way about me.

*****

I was sitting in the backyard one night by myself, crying quietly. Jasmine came out the back door to grab her bike and go home when she heard me there in the dark. She found me sitting in the grass and sat down next to me, then asked me what was wrong.

I tried to tell her it was nothing, but she said, “When a girl is sitting in her back yard crying, something is definitely wrong.”

“Okay,” I said, “but I can’t tell anybody about it.”

“Well, maybe not your mom or your sister, but I’m impartial and non-judgmental. You can tell me anything. And I won’t rat on you, either.”

“No,” I said, “I can’t tell you…”

“Well, there are some things I can’t tell other people and I know how that is, Allison. It’s terrible to have secrets. You know the worst one? Not being able to tell someone what you feel about them because you’re afraid of what they might think. That’s a tough one. It would be funny, you know, if both of us had that little secret… wouldn’t it?”

Jasmine put her arm around me there in the grass and kissed me lingeringly on the cheek, then once again further back, closer to my ear, and I didn’t shrink away.

“That’s my secret, Allison. I like girls… and I really like you. Can you keep my secret?”

I wiped my eyes and looked up at her, smiling. “Yes,” I sighed, “I can.”

That night was the first night I masturbated to thoughts of Jasmine without guilt or hesitation, and it was to be followed by many more.

*****

I felt her lips begin to kiss me about the neck and her fingers move up and down my body. She touched my small breasts and flicked at my nipples. It caused a tickle at my throat and sent tingles straight down below.

“Why don’t you come lie down?” she asked me.

I climbed on the bed. I was still shaking, mind you, still uncertain — though this beautiful girl, almost the age that I am now, was doing everything to make me feel good. Before very long, I was completely hers.

I loved her kisses on my mouth, the neck and shoulders, and then lower down, finally kissing my little breasts. I could feel her fingers on my thighs, caressing them, and I reached up to run my fingers through those tresses of black hair. She began sucking on my nipples, getting them hard, and I realized her breathing was heavy and her crotch was half-riding my thigh. God, that excited me!

I reached out and grabbed her hips, encouraging her to grind against my thigh. She sat up and grinned at me, all red-faced.

“I want to see your breasts,” I said, and watched Jasmine pull her t-shirt off over her head, then unhook her bra and take it off, showing her beautiful breasts to me. The nipples were dark, and they were already stiff.

“Can I touch them?” The question felt foolish as soon as I asked it, but she didn’t treat it that way.

“Please,” Jasmine said. “Please touch them. And play with my nipples.”

I reached up and took them in my hands, feeling her nipples between my fingers. All the while, she continued to grind against my thigh, her movements growing more and more tense. Then she straddled me and began rubbing herself against the base of my belly. I continued to gently pinch her nipples as she ground faster and faster, finally seizing up and crying out into the quiet of the house, then falling forward against me, moaning quietly and breathing heavily against my neck.

“Oh, Allison,” Jasmine sighed.

“Yeah,” I said.

“That was beautiful. Have you ever had one of those? You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes,” I told her, “I’ve had them by myself.”

“Oh, I know. That was my first one with another person,” she smiled, kissing me. “You know what it’s called? It’s called an ‘orgasm,’ sweetheart, and when you have one you call it ‘coming.’”

She looked down into my eyes and then lowered her mouth to mine, her lips caressing my lips. She did this for a long time, then slipped her tongue into my mouth and began kissing me passionately. As she did so, she lifted herself off my belly for a moment and gently pushed my legs apart, coming to rest between them. My body was tingling everywhere as she pressed herself against me, grinding her hips. Her mouth broke away from mine and she gazed down at me with a look in her dark eyes I’d never seen before.

“I’m going to make love to you, baby,” Jasmine said. “I’m going to make you come.”

“Yes,” I said.

“I’m going to do something I’ve never done to a girl before, so if I do something wrong — if it hurts… if you want me to stop…”

“Yes, Jasmine,” I told her.

“Close your eyes, my sweet Allison.”

I closed my eyes and felt her warm breath on my face, her soft kisses on my cheek and then my neck, down along my throat, around to the other side of my neck. Her fingers caressed along my arms and her mouth began to move over my shoulder, causing sensations of pleasure I couldn’t contain, and I gave off a little moan.

Instinctively, I took my fingers from Jasmine’s hair and threw my arms around her neck as she kissed her way across my collar bone and to my other shoulder, and I moaned again, feeling her lips and tongue move along my tender flesh.

I was in heaven.

My mother had left her window just slightly open, and I could hear the birds chirping outside, feel a light breeze come in across my legs. It was getting to be the middle of the morning and the sunlight was shining in through the curtains, and I could see it on the inside of my eyelids as my teenage lover began to slowly kiss her way further down my pubescent body. It was a beautiful day outside, but it was a beautiful day inside because I was with my girl. Had I not dreamed of this day? But what had I dreamed? Kisses and embraces and yes, perhaps to be naked with her and touch her, but there was so much that was unknown to me.

Of course, now it was happening, and I didn’t have to worry about the unknown. Jasmine was beginning to kiss my nipples, sending that tickle to my throat and those sweet shocks down to my little button, and all I could do was hold on and go with what was happening. I wasn’t afraid.

I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I had my first orgasm, but I was probably eight or nine. I’d been touching myself innocently in my bed at night for months, probably over a year, just as a means of feeling good. One night the feeling grew stronger than before and went over the top. It came quickly and went just as fast, but the pleasure was intense, and I remember the muscles twitching in the bottoms of my feet.

Over time, as I got older, my orgasms became different, grew longer, and I learned better how to touch myself, to draw out the pleasure.

That’s just what Jasmine was doing to me, drawing it out. My clitoris was already swollen. I could feel it down there. She was sucking at my tiny red nipples, gently grazing them with her teeth. They were hard, sticking out from my little cone-shaped breasts. I opened my eyes long enough to look down at them and see Jasmine look up at me, then I rested my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes again as she placed her hands on my little breasts, pinching my nipples, and began kissing her way down my abdomen.

I knew then what she was going to do. I had heard of it. I wanted her to do it. I was wriggling, trembling there on the bed, arching my hips against her breasts.

“Excited, aren’t you?” she asked me softly.

“Oh… yes…” I said breathlessly.

“You are beautiful,” she said, “so beautiful and precious…”

She continued to kiss her way down. She kissed my tummy and came to my “private place,” but she didn’t go for that right away.

“Oh, Allison, what a lovely little pussy,” she said, “but I’ve got to kiss those wonderful legs first.”

She began to kiss and nibble my thigh and I had to take my fingers from her hair as she moved further down, along my leg and down to my foot, sucking my toes. It tickled at first, but then it felt very good, and when she moved to the other foot and did the same thing, it didn’t tickle at all.

Jasmine kissed her way along my leg and up the inside of my thigh, causing me to tingle all over in anticipation. I could feel her fingers spreading my pussy lips. It was then that I first felt her tongue touch my clitoris. She began to lick it very gently and I could feel it right down in my toes. I had nothing to compare it to, for no one had ever done it to me before, but as she continued it only felt better. I was tensing my legs and ankles and flexing my toes, holding my breath and releasing it and moaning softly as the sensations grew within me.

I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to have an orgasm with her or not. That all changed when she flattened her tongue against me and began to wiggle it from side to side. The sensations in my little clitoris doubled and I reached down, locking my fingers in her hair, grinding my hips, pressing my entire pussy against her mouth. I could hear her breathing hard and she grabbed my butt, cupping both cheeks. I could feel it coming. I was reaching for it. At the same time I was tensing up, trying to draw it out from force of habit. I was finally defeated. Jasmine’s tongue flicking quickly from side to side over my clit was simply too much for me and I let go of her hair, threw my arms back over my head, arched my back and held my breath one last time. That was when I felt it, and I couldn’t help but close my legs and lock Jasmine’s head in a vice grip.

The cry that filled the house was my own, a wild animal-like cry that I couldn’t have held in had I wanted to. The pleasure, the intensity of the orgasm was just too great. My butt was off the bed and I was frozen there, my clitoris pulsating against Jasmine’s mouth. I was moaning and shaking and breathing hard. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life, and it wasn’t ending quickly.

When it finally did fade, my Jasmine, freed from the grip of my thighs, moved up and smiled at me, her mouth and chin moist with my juices. I was still catching my breath.

“Oh, Allison,” Jasmine said to me, “that was so hot.”

“No kidding,” I said. “I never… came like that before!”

We lay there for a moment, snuggling quietly while I recovered, and then I rolled over on top of her and, without asking, proceeded to return the favor. I didn’t really know how to go about it except to imitate what she’d done, and go with what I was feeling. I kissed her on the mouth, those beautiful lips, and then on her cheek, her neck…

I didn’t take as much time as she had. I definitely spent awhile fondling her breasts and sucking on her hard nipples. There was something so natural and beautiful about that. She moaned and ground her hips up against me.

I reached down and tugged at her shorts. She lifted her butt off the bed and I stripped her completely naked. I expected to see a lot of hair, but there was just a small black strip at the top. Because she had kissed my legs all over, and because her legs were so tanned and beautiful, I decided to do the same.

It was not long before I was gazing at her pussy, spreading it open with my fingers. I had looked at mine in the mirror before, and Jasmine’s was very different. God, it was beautiful! It looked like some exotic flower. The lips were dark and perfectly shaped, and when I spread them apart, the inside was a bright pink. Jasmine was already breathing hard with anticipation when I lowered my tongue to her pussy. Her body immediately reacted to the touch.

I found the hard spot high within the lips and I began to swirl my tongue against it.

“Oh, Allison, my sweet girl,” she whimpered at me, “that feels so good.”

It thrilled me to hear those words. It excited me to excite her. As she began to tremble, I grasped her body with my hands, wanting to feel every bit of her pleasure. I was riding high. I tried all different ways of licking her and found the best one. It drove her wild.

“Oh, yes, lick it, baby,” Jasmine cried, clutching at my hair, grinding her hips against my face, and then she grabbed the back of my head with both hands as her legs stiffened. She whimpered and gasped, “I’m coming, Allison!”

I held on as she bucked against my face and moaned, reaching down between my own legs to rub my clitoris. It was almost instantaneous. Just as her orgasm subsided, I went off quietly. Moments later, I climbed up and lay down beside her.

Her dark eyes looked into mine with surprise. “That was something,” she said. “You’re quite a girl.”

“So are you,” I told her.

“I do love you…” Jasmine whispered as we rested in one another’s arms. I looked at her, and tears filled my eyes as we kissed.

We made love again that day, then we took a bath together and washed each other, and we talked about our lives. I spoke of not having a father, and not being able to remember him. I talked about how my mom treated me like her little girl, and how Rhonda liked to call me names and push me around.

Jasmine talked about having a black father and a white mother and how some people looked at them, and how some people treated her because she was mixed. She talked about how hard it was being different, no matter what it was that was different about you. As for Rhonda, she didn’t think I should take her treatment of me to heart. After all, we were sisters and we would be for life.

After we’d aired out my mother’s bedroom, clearing it of the female scents we created there, and cleaned up, I put on my nightgown and bathrobe — my stay-home-sick costume — and we spent our few last moments together in the kitchen, kissing and embracing by the door.

“I love you, Jasmine,” I told her.

“I love you, Allison,” she said. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Very soon.” And she left. I closed the door and leaned against it, smiling with a warm feeling deep inside. Whether it was two days or two weeks before I could be alone with her again, this day I had been in heaven. It had been a dream come true, even if part of the dream had at first made me a little hesitant or uncertain.

I know, I know, there are some of you who will say I was only eleven, and what did I know of love? And who was she, this fifteen-year-old girl, to get sexually involved with a girl of eleven, a child?

She was disturbed, you say, this Jasmine girl, and no matter what pleasure she gave me, she took my innocence. That is a lie. The taking of innocence is a slow process. It is teaching someone how to hate, how to lie, to cheat, to steal, to kill. I was a child, and you cannot take the innocence of a child.

*****

When Rhonda got home that afternoon, about twenty minutes later, she came in to see me eating a bowl of soup at the kitchen table. She set her books down and she reached over and petted my messy hair.

“Sorry about being such a bitch this morning, Ally,” she said. “So, did you puke?”

“Yeah,” I said, “but only once. It was this morning.”

“You know, Jasmine was absent today. She must have been sick, too.”

“Well,” I said, “I hope she’s okay.”

I turned my head and grinned, innocence intact…

The End

By Young Flower

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2005 }

The airs of autumn are now dancing from the subtly lit trees. Leaves change to the color of auburn, her color, as they come swift to the ground. I walked to school in a way that most kids never would, and I walked alone.

The trees bent high, shading the grass, and frosting it in the slightest. I had my friends to wait for me at school. They waited and waited, only to fling rocks at me, or shove garbage down my shirt. My friends would then laugh at me, and call me ugly. And then to nail the lid of my coffin shut, they would tell me they weren’t my friends.

I know why they hated me, and I will never forgive them for it. It was my chubby face. It was my bad tennis shoes that I wore all summer. It was the fact that my hair resembled a dead badger. Even though it is wrong of me to blame them, I cannot forgive them for these things.

My mother and father were deeply religious. I envied them for it, and wished that I could see the beauty in God and earth that they did. I did not believe, sadly, and was confused throughout the age of ten. I did not see it the way they did, and for that I felt somehow condemned to a life destined for hell eternal.

Gabriela is my name. I shall sign the devil’s book Gabriela C. Driftwood, and then shall stare envious as my parents relish in the supreme lifestyle of the high and mighty, who will look down with pretentious eyes and pity this soul, who could not understand Leviticus.

I crossed the schoolyard, and was tackled by two boys. One had in his hands a seed pod from a tree, which when broken open would produce the itchiest most painful welts possible. It was shoved down my back and instantly began itching. I started to scream at them, but they laughed and ran off into the building. I dropped my bag and began scratching my back. My eyes were watering from the pain, and when I went to rub them off, had rubbed the seeds into my eyes. I began sneezing, and fell to the ground out of pain. Nobody came for a solid hour.

I simply lay there crying my guts out, when finally the custodian came and rescued me, bless his bald head.

I sat in the nurse’s office, with my shirt off and my small breasts fully exposed to the empty room. The nurse had given me a wet cloth to wipe the seeds off. I felt so embarrassed by my exposure that I had locked the door, against the nurse’s wishes. I was to come out after the wiping was finished and then return to my class, after revealing who my bullies were.

I did not want to tell them. I never did, and was ridiculed even by the teachers that if I did not say, that I would be marked absent from my first class. It was no care for me, because at that moment I had decided to stab myself with the sharp knife in my parents’ kitchen drawer.

I was going to end it all that day, and there was nothing anybody could do about it. My parents would be at work until five. I would write my suicide letter, and leave it on the edge of the bed. I would kneel on the bed with the blade facing into my guts, and I would jab it deeply in. There would be pain for a moment, but then there would be silence, and then… who knows.

I walked into my class and saw someone sitting in my seat. This added to my anger. The teacher noticed this, and told the girl, “No, no, Sam. It’s the seat next to you that’s empty.”

She gasped, and stood up, then moved to the seat next to mine. I sat down with a downhearted look on my face, and paid no attention to the studies, whatever they were. I looked over at my seat partner every once in a while. She was so pretty. Her clothes were mismatched, and her hair was in even worse tatters than mine. But it was the color of her hair that got me. It was a wonderful red, like bright apples, and she had sweet dimples, and even glasses. It was an absolute shock to me when she looked over at me.

I pretended I hadn’t noticed, but inside my heart raced madly. I did not look up again for the next half hour till the recess bell rang. I wandered around the schoolyard, and soon found my hiding spot where nobody could find me. It was perfectly hidden with a thick wall, and here I could think.

It was at this wall where I learned the true art of philosophy. I would begin asking myself questions, but sadly had no one to answer them. The philosophy they teach in college is fake. This I know, because years later I would walk out of such a class. Ah! but you ask, “What of my death that day?”

There would ultimately be no death that day. For at the exact moment my mind was prepared to make it final, Sam burst around the corner, grinning at me through her glasses.

“Hi!” she chirped, “I’m Sam.” She sat down next to me, laying her backpack on its side. “What’s your name?”

“Gabriela,” I choked on the first syllable.

“I saw you walking to school this morning. My dad drove me in his truck,” she said.

“Oh.”

“I have to walk home today, though. Dad’s working late again. He has to keep working, he says. Otherwise we lose our home.”

“I’m sorry. Doesn’t your mom work?”

“My mom died when I was little. Actually I don’t remember her. Dad said it was something like cervic cancer or something like that.” She looked at my face. “Hey, you’ve been crying. You okay, Gabriela?”

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

“It wasn’t cause I sat in your seat, was it?” She seemed worried.

“No,” I laughed.

If any irony fits, it would be the delight I had in finding her in my seat. Any other soul would have been thrown to the fire of hatred. “I was crying cause some jerks shoved itching seeds down my back.”

“Oh, those things are horrible.” She laughed a little. “Hey, can I walk home with you today? My dad’s working late, and I hate being alone for so long.”

“Oh. Um, my mom says I can’t bring any friends over to my house. I’m not s’pose to.”

“Well, let’s tell her you’re coming over to mine, then.”

“Okay.” I assumed Mom wouldn’t care much about that.

“Meet you here after school,” she smiled.

In class I began to fantasize what a friend would be like. I loved her already, but couldn’t bring myself to see it immediately. I jotted things down, as if taking notes. What I was really doing was drawing little hearts.

I found her again after school ended, standing right at the spot, as if unmoved from it since we parted. “Hi Gabby,” she said.

It was an affectionate nickname that, before this moment, I did not possess. I felt my spirit lifting upwards. We walked down the street talking. The feeling I had was powerful, and I could not figure exactly what it was. It was love. There was little doubt there. But there was a whole other emotion I had never felt.

Her house came into view. It was trailer house just on the edge of the park. She fumbled with the keys for a minute, trying to unlock the door. Once inside it occurred to me in an instant that her dad was a true sportsman. He had a beautiful painting of a horse bearing a weary hunter, or soldier, on its back, drifting off to a sunset somewhere.

Sam dropped her backpack. “Okay, so what do you wanna do?” she asked.

“Do you have any movies?” I asked.

“A few of them, but I don’t wanna watch a movie right now.”

She looked around the room. “Hey, you wanna see my dad’s magazines?”

“Magazines?” I asked.

I really did come from a sheltered life. I was under the impression that her father collected National Geographic. We went into his room, and she pulled up the mattress to reveal about seven different magazines, each with nude women on the covers. She opened one of them (one that she must have looked at hundreds of times over.)

“This one’s weird. See, it’s got two girls having sex.”

She showed it to me. Sure enough, they were having sex. Their tongues dripped all over each other in such grotesque fashion as what I never imagined. It was exciting, though, as I imagined the two of us in that sort of pose together.

“Hey, you wanna try something like that?” Sam grinned. We were obviously on the same track.

My mind was blurry, and at first I wasn’t sure how I was going to answer her. I nodded at first, and then said, “Okay, but we hafta leave our clothes on.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once inside she closed the door and stared into my face. I was lost in her warm brown eyes. She moved in close to me and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No,” I told her. “Why, what’s it like?”

“I dunno… this is my first time, too. Do you love me?” she asked seriously.

“Yeah,” I said feeling the cool breath of her mouth on mine.

We moved in a little closer, and began kissing softly at first, but soon we grew braver, and began using our tongues to part our lips. Her glasses steamed up after a minute, and she giggled, taking them off.

“Let’s sit on the bed.” She set her glasses on the nightstand, and helped me down on the bed.

We began kissing again, deeper each time, and wrapping our bodies together. Finally she reached under my shirt, rubbing my bare back softly, still kissing deeply and kinda slobbery. My hands pushed her lower back against my crotch. After nearly five minutes of this she suggested, “Do you wanna take off your clothes now?”

I was still so scared to do this in front of anybody. It was wrong! It was going to send me to hell! But I was so caught up in the moment that I nodded, and immediately took my shirt off. I got brave and started playing with the seam of her pants. My fingers worked their way in, and soon found the button to undo them.

I tugged her zipper down, and watched as her pants fell straight down, and were kicked to the floor. Her panties were pink and had Strawberry Shortcake imprinted on them. I started playing with them, and soon found my hand inside touching Sam’s little nub.

“Mmm,” I said, bringing my face forward for another deep kiss.

Her hands made their way into my pants and touched me. I’ve never felt anything so amazing since that afternoon. It was as though everything in the world was perfect. I felt a cool wave of sweat, and we completely removed each other’s clothes.

It didn’t take long from this point, because almost instantly I felt myself moving to something intense. It was indescribable when, for the first time, I had an orgasm. Every part of me went stiff for a minute as I came in waves. Sam was coming too, and I could feel the dampness turn to wetness between her legs.

We sat there living the moment of our first love session.

“Oh my god,” Sam said, panting, wiping her hair back. She smiled at me, and leaned in for another sweet kiss. “I love you, Gabby.”

I heard her words in a trance. No one, not my parents, nor my teachers, nor any boy had ever said words to me like that.

“I love you too, Sam.”

By Tater Tot

I woke up to Amber’s fingers tracing my lips, then opened my eyes to see her facing me, lying on her side with her finger lightly touching my mouth.

“Was that good?” she said.

I giggled. “Good? That was fucking awesome!”

She blushed, then giggled herself.

Her eyes sort of glazed over as she thought about things so I said, “What did you think, then?”

She got a slight blush again as she looked at me, finally saying, “I really… well… I loved it.”

“What did you love about it?” I asked.

Her eyes drifted down as she said, “Well… you know when you were… when you sort of sucked…”

“When I sucked your cock?” I asked with a smile.

That got a strong blush as she nodded.

“Was it because I was on my knees in front of you?” I asked.

My daughter thought about that, then nodded and said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You’re very dominant, so you’ll probably like seeing your lovers in submissive positions,” I told her. She gave me a quizzical look. so I added, “In the car coming back from the restaurant, remember? You were dominating me, using me for your pleasure. When we got home, you forced me down to the floor and rode my face. You like to have power and control over your lovers.”

More blushing, but at the end she said, “Is that bad?”

“Absolutely not,” I said firmly. “It makes you excited, and it gets me excited to be submissive for you.”

Her mind ran through that for a while, then she said, “Should I do… be submissive for you, sometimes?”

I smiled. “If I’m feeling aggressive and you want to go along with it, sure. Do you think you’ll want to fuck me often?”

Amber gave me an incredulous look and said, “Yes!”

Smiling, I rolled over and pulled open the side table drawer to get a book. Sitting up in bed, I slid against the headboard, waving her to come sit against me. She slid in, her back against my breasts, the sticky cock still fastened around her hips. I held the book in front of us. It was a picture book version of the Kama Sutra, but for lesbians.

When she saw it she gasped and her hands clenched on my thighs. “Oh my God,” she breathed, then just stared as I opened the book and paged through it. I had my head resting on her shoulder, cheek to cheek as we went through various positions for oral, some of them quite flexible looking.

The section for strap-on sex had Amber asking me to pause me once or twice. She was really interested in most variations of rear entry. The anal got the loudest groan, though. They had a picture of a woman face down in bed, a pillow pushing her hips up, her hands and legs spread out in an X shape. She had knee-high socks on and nothing else. Her partner was deep in her ass, propped up on both hands, her back arched in orgasm.

That got Amber super hot. She touched the page, her fingers drifting over the face of the woman on top — who looked like she was having an intense orgasm.

“Like that, huh?” I asked with a grin.

She moaned a little, her hands shaking again as she breathed, “Yeah.”

I whispered in her ear, “For your birthday I’ll wear the socks, and you can have my ass just like that.”

Holy fucking hell, my daughter orgasmed right then! I held her as she jerked and moaned, so jealous of how little it took to make her come.

When she calmed herself, I said, “Show me some other ones you like.”

Amber wasn’t quite as shaky as she took the book and paged through it, pointing out things she thought would be ‘neat.’ She liked when a girl was standing and getting head from a kneeling girl, though I would have guessed that. The one where the girl was bent over, her head being forced down, her ass sticking straight up as her partner fucked her from behind was also predictable. I wasn’t expecting the one where the two women were facing, fucking while one sat in the other’s lap.

“Why do you like that?” I asked.

She didn’t say anything for a moment, then said. “I like to see your face when you come.”

I smiled and slid out from behind her, setting the book aside. When Amber was sitting up, I straddled her and eased my rapidly dampening pussy back onto the dildo. Amber smiled when I was fully penetrated and looking into her eyes. I leaned forward to kiss my daughter as I put my hands on her shoulders and started moving my hips up and down. She began to grope my breasts as I rode her.

Leaning in, I kissed her again, enjoying her lips for a while. My breasts became the center of her attention as she let her hands play with them, then her mouth. I was moaning loudly as she nibbled and sucked Mommy’s nipples.

Amber’s cock was really driving deep, forcing my channel open on every thrust. I held my pace down, keeping the orgasm away as long as possible. Her mouth was doing insane things to me as I pushed up and down, my head thrown back. As I got closer, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, my head beside hers and started talking between grunts as I sped up my thrusts. “Fuck your mom, baby… fuck me hard… oh God… it’s so deep… take me… I want you to bend me over and… uh… and fuck… fuck… my ass!”

That last came out as a scream, my head going back again as the word ‘ass’ emerged piercingly loud. Amber came at the same time, burying her face into my breasts as her hips shoved upward and held me there.

It was quite a while before I let my head fall forward — and looking at the clock, I realized we had been doing that for thirty minutes.

We cuddled again — talking, feeling sleepy.

“Those were new panties I wore for you. Like them?” I asked.

“Oh God, Mom,” she said, “they were so hot!”

I giggled and hugged her tightly for a minute.

“I get so excited when I’m looking at you,” she said softly. “Sometimes… sometimes I… well, it’s like…”

“You want to rape me?” I asked.

I could almost feel the blush as she whispered, “Yeah.”

I kissed her cheek and said, “I understand, sweetheart. I’m happy I get you so aroused. You know my safe word, and you can do anything you like to me on the reward weekends. I’ll try to go along with whatever you want.”

We were quiet for a long time, then she asked, “Can you… would you tell me about the other… umm…”

I smiled. “Other women I’ve been with?’

‘Yeah,” she said, a little shamefaced. “If you… well, don’t mind.”

I giggled and said, “Not at all, baby. You might be shocked, though. Are you sure you want to know?”

She didn’t say anything for a time, then, “Well, I’m… I’m having sex with my mom, after all.”

That got a laugh from me. “True enough.”

Settling down some, I said, “Well, I told you about college, but I wasn’t completely honest about before that. I first had sex with a girl when I was twelve.” Amber gasped, but didn’t interrupt. “Your Aunt Jess and I were being babysat by a neighbor girl who was sixteen at the time. She came to our room one night and snuggled in with me, just like we are now. She began kissing me, telling me how pretty I was and how much she liked me. That first time she just kissed me and touched my breasts, but the next time she babysat me, she went further.”

I waited until Amber blurted, “How much?”

Smiling, I continued. “That night, she eventually took my pajamas off and licked my pussy. It was my first orgasm. After that, whenever she stayed with us she’d play with me… and soon I learned to go down on her, too.”

Amber just lay there breathing heavily for a while, then said, “Aunt Jess never saw?”

I stroked her arm for a moment, then said, “Eventually Tina — that was the babysitter — included her.”

Amber turned to me, shock all over her face. “Aunt Jess?”

I laughed and gave her a quick kiss. “Yes, your Aunt Jess. Tina would take turns with us, but eventually she had Jess and I doing things to each other. It really turned Tina on to see my own sister giving me head.”

Amber’s eyes were big enough to look like they might pop out. “No way,” she said.

Reaching up I tweaked her nipple, getting a giggle as I replied, “Yes way. I’m not sure if Mom figured it out, but one day Tina just never came back. Jess and I kept playing, though.”

The aroused look on Amber’s face was so cute as she thought about all that, then she asked, “Was it… did you do like… well, like us?”

I stayed up on my elbow, running my hand along her naked body. “Some. I was the dominant one, though. Jess really likes being submissive in sex. When we came home from school I would make her do things — boss her around, though I really didn’t think of it as dominance and submission. Just two little girls playing sex games.”

My finger was sliding up and down Amber’s labia as she moaned and said, “Like what?”

“Well,” I said, “after school I would make her get on her knees and lick the front of my panties until I came, or have Jess pull hers down to her knees and play with her pussy in front of me. Sometimes at night, I would sneak into her bed and make her lick me, or I’d finger her to an orgasm. It was really exciting to do that with Mom just down the hall. Jess would get as excited as you when I held my hand over her mouth and finger fucked her.”

Amber came with a soft moan, her hips moving up and down slowly as my finger toyed with her clit. I think that pushed her over the top, because she fell asleep immediately.

She was dead to the world when I got up Sunday morning, so I let her sleep. It was almost nine when she wandered into the kitchen in her pajamas, her hair looking wild and her face still sleepy. She came over to give me a kiss on the cheek as she wandered around getting cereal together in a leisurely fashion. When she was finally sitting and spooning cereal she sort of awakened enough to look at me.

“I love you, Mom,” she said quietly, bringing immediate tears to my eyes.

I actually sobbed as I hugged her and said, “I love you too,” about a dozen times. She was a little confused when I sat back down wiping my eyes, so I added, “You’ll understand one day, baby, but the best thing a mom ever gets is when her children say that and mean it.”

Amber got her thoughtful look, almost making me laugh as she contemplated my words. Finally nodding, she said, “Okay.” That did make me smile.

As I turned to get more coffee. I caught her giving me appraising looks every now and then, so I looked up with a grin and said, “Picturing me and Aunt Jess?”

Oh, yeah, that blush was big. She ducked her head in embarrassment, but then peeked up at me from under her bangs when I laughed. “It’s okay, honey,” I said with a giggle. “I’d do the same thing.”

She got her blood back down after a while and said, “What made you and Aunt Jess stop, then?”

I arched my eyebrow at her and said, “What makes you think we did?”

That got a full-blown, drop-jawed look of shock. “What!?” she yelled. Then, quieter, “But… so, when Aunt Jess was here in April, you…?”

Laughing again, I said, “Fucked like rabbits?”

Big time blush. Waving my daughter over, I cuddled her in my arms and said, “Yes, honey, we did. Your Aunt Jess is gay, and she’s never really found anyone. When she comes over, if we can, I spend time with her, make her feel loved and sexy.”

“Wow,” Amber whispered to herself as I held her. “Right down the hall while I was sleeping.”

God, this girl got me to laugh. I kissed her cheek a dozen times for making me so happy and said, “Yes, baby — right down the hall while you slept.”

I was surprised she wasn’t aroused, but I think the enormity of it was going to take awhile to sink in. She smiled as I kissed her cheek, then went back to her cereal. I did dishes, while she pulled out her book bag to work on a report.

*****

On Monday, I got a call from Kathy after Amber had left for school. She was wondering what I was doing, so I laughed and said, “You, if you’re free.” We were both giggling by the time I hung up.

So I got myself cleaned up for a visit. Kathy was waiting when I got to her house, wearing pretty pink panties and nothing else. Oh yeah, this mom was getting laid.

I pulled her in for some serious kissing, then guided her back to the couch as she gasped and moaned into my mouth. Pushing her back, I knelt in front of her and moved in to start licking those wet pink panties. I did that until she was flowing heavily, then slid them off to dive in again.

My tongue was licking and probing as I sucked her lips in and, periodically, her clitoris. She was throwing her hips around and making loud squeaking noises every time I sucked her clit. Pushing a finger in slowly, I used it to fuck her as I licked her. She came with a surprised “Oh!” and gave me a small spurt of juice as she came.

I didn’t even slow down. Spreading her knees so they were bent up on the edge of the sofa, I put one hand over her hip and started running my fingers along the top of her pussy, then lightly across her clit. My tongue pushed into her channel as I pulled my finger out and swirled it in the juices running down her ass. My tongue was pushing and curling in her as my finger traced down her crack and rested on her asshole. She cried “Susan!” in a startled yell when I slowly pushed it in. Her juices had her well lubricated as I penetrated Kathy’s anus, ignoring her yells and moans. Her hips were lifted as my finger began slowly fucking her ass, my tongue probing her pussy.

I let my other hand rest on her clit as she started coming. Her head tilted back hard with a scream as another good spurt shot from her pussy into my mouth and her ass clamped hard on my finger. I rode it out as she yelled again, then gave a long series of whimpers and moans before relaxing.

I took my finger from Kathy’s ass and licked it clean before sliding up to snuggle with her on the couch. Kissing a tear from her cheek, I brushed the hair off her sweaty face and waited until she recovered. Her heart was still racing as I held her close.

“God,” she mumbled. “God, Susan, no one ever did that to me before. Jesus, that was exciting!”

I laughed and snagged a kiss.

After that Kathy had to get a taste of me, then we used the dildo on each other in her bedroom. It was quite enjoyable, and she was hugging me tightly when it was time to leave.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Nellie of Sweden

Linnea and I rode my mother’s bicycle to the store to buy candy, and Linnea was amazed how much money I spent. But I had a good reason. I had a plan for making her want to do the same sexy things to me that I’d done with her.

Before we started the ride home, I gave her a few pieces from the fully stuffed paper bag, just to tease her appetite for sweets. She didn’t know then that those were the last ones she’d get for free. From then on, she would be asked to do things to get more.

When we got home, we met my parents in the door.

“Oh, there you are,” my mum said. “Dad and me are going shopping. Do you want to come with us or stay here?

“We’ll stay at home,” I replied before Linnea had a chance to say anything.

“Are you sure? We won’t be back for at least three or four hours.”

That was even better. That’d give me plenty of time to seduce my little new-found lover.

Mum and Dad went away and I watched the car disappear around the corner. Then Linnea looked at me and smiled.

“What do you want to do now?” she said. “Do you have any dolls that we can play with?”

I smiled and put my arms around her. “No, I’m sorry but I gave all my dolls to charity about a year ago. But… you can be my doll and I can play with you! Like we did this morning. If you want to… We can play the bed game, but in a different way!”

“How?” Linnea asked. “How, Nelly?”

I giggled a little and gave her a conspiratorial look. “Let’s play the candy bed game,” I said.

Linnea laughed. “How do you play that?”

“I’ll show you! C’mon. Let’s go to my room and get naked!”

Linnea giggled too, then we ran through the hall into my room and started to undress. When we both were down to just our panties, Linnea gave me a worried look. “What if someone comes in?”

“Who would that be? Just me and you here, and my mum and dad won’t be back for a long time. I promise!”

I took her in my arms and started to caress her little panties off. She blushed a little when I put my hand between her slim legs and rubbed her soft little pussy. Oh my, I wanted her so badly.

Then I put a little piece of candy between my lips and told her it was hers. “But you can’t use hands or fingers to get it. Just your mouth!”

Linnea understood at once this new way to play her game, and took the candy with her lips. She laughed and seemed to enjoy this way of playing. So I put another piece on one of my nipples. She laughed even more but then she leaned over me to get it with her lips.

My nipple stiffened immediately. I pointed at it with my finger and said to Linnea, “Here, look what you did! You made my nipple want some more! Now you have to suck it a little to get any more candy.”

Linnea laughed again, but she did as I asked. Then, when I asked her to suck a little harder, she did that too. I put candy in my navel and on the lower parts of my tummy. And then, at last, I put a piece of her favourite sweet on my vulva, right over my slit. She hesitated for a second or so, but then she leaned down and took it with her lips. I made sure to moan loudly, to make her understand how much I liked that.

I don’t know if it was that moan, or if Linnea just found out that she liked to give me pleasure the same way I’d done to her earlier, but suddenly she looked at me with a glimpse of naughtiness in her eyes.

“Did you hide more candy in there?” she said with a smile, and then we both giggled.

“No,” I said, “but check for yourself if you don’t believe me! Remember, though — just lips and tongue! No fingers.”

I shivered all over from excitement when Linnea opened my legs wide and took her place between them. I watched her lean over me and felt her warm breath on my naked pussy. She looked up at me and I bit my lip to avoid screaming from excitement. Linnea stuck her tongue out and I felt it against my swollen pussy lips, one quick lick from my opening and up over my rock hard clit. Then she backed off and looked at me again. Without a word I put one of her favourite candies on my wet pussy, just over the clit.

“Take it, baby,” I moaned. Take it, you deserve it…

And that was really all it took. Linnea had overcome her fear of tasting me and now she sucked and licked and kissed me so that I couldn’t be still. I got her to come on top of me in a sixty-nine position, and we started to eat each other out.

No more candy needed now! Linnea was as wet as I was, and she quickly learned how to please me. My orgasm was so intense that I almost fainted, and Linnea climaxed just after I did.

Afterwards we were cuddling and kissing, and I was amazed how fast she’d learned to French kiss. I held her close in my arms and Linnea seemed really happy.

“I love you, Nelly,” she whispered. “I wish you were my sister, too. Becka is nice but you do nicer things. I love it when you kiss my pee-pee.”

“Mmm… I love you too, baby! You’re a great kisser and a great pussy licker.”

“Have you… have you done this with Becka?”

I shook my head. “No, I haven’t! Do you think she would want me to?”

“Yeah… but after I’ve done it to her first. I’m gonna tell her to close her eyes and take her by surprise the next time we play the bed game.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, maybe it won’t be so long until you can play with her again. Mum said that she will be home tomorrow or the day after. And guess what else she said?”

“What?”

“That your family will be staying in our house while yours is being repaired after the fire! We can’t give you all your own rooms, but there’ll be one for you and Becka, then one for your parents. And I would love to play with both of you, if you’ll let me!”

Linnea smiled, and I saw that in her mind she was imagining all kinds of naughty things we could do together in the very near future.

*****

Three days after the fire, my friend and Linnea’s big sister Rebecka was released from the hospital and came to our place. Linnea was glued to her at first, and anyone could see that she really had missed her older sibling. Their parents came to our home too, and they were all grateful that my family could take them in. But our house was very big, so it was no trouble at all.

Becka and Linnea shared the room next to mine, and that first night I was lying in my bed, listening really hard to try to hear anything that indicated sex games between the two sisters.

At first there weren’t any sounds at all, so I sneaked out of bed and crept out into the hallway, then put my ear to the keyhole of the door. And now I could hear them whispering in there. I couldn’t hear what they said at first, but I heard giggling as well and guessed that they were cuddling and kissing.

But suddenly I heard a short scream from Becka, then a little laugh.

“Linnea! Are you out of your mind?” she said, giggling. “Mum and Dad would spank you dead if they’d seen that.”

Linnea said something I couldn’t hear. In my mind I drew a picture of Becka, naked on her back with her legs wide open, and Linnea on her hands and knees eating her sister out.

Then I heard Becka again. “Oooohhhh, Yessss… yes, Linnea! Don’t stop, baby!”

I tried to look through the keyhole, but it was too dark on the other side.

Suddenly I got the feeling I was observed, and when I looked up I saw my own sister Miki, standing there smiling.

“And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” she said.

I blushed from embarrassment and looked at my feet for a second or so. “They’re making love,” I finally whispered, pointing at the door.

“So what?” Miki said. “You and I do it all the time, so why shouldn’t they?”

I put my hands over my mouth to try to cover my amusement. Miki reached out to me. “C’mere, you little brat,” she said. “Come to bed with me and I’ll help you put out the fire in your pussy!”

By then, I remembered that the last time my cousin and lover Erica stayed the night in my room, she’d left a strap-on in my drawer, and now I wanted to use it with Miki.

“My bed, Miki,” I said. “Please, let’s do it in my room! I’ve got something to show you…”

Inside my room, Miki silently closed the door and turned the key to lock it. Then we suddenly heard noises from Becka’s and Linnea’s room. It was Becka giving up a little scream, then giggling from both of them.

We listened for a moment, then Miki looked at me with her eyebrows raised. “So… what is it you wanted to show me?”

“Be patient,” I said. “All in good time, as Daddy always says!”

I pulled my pyjamas off and Miki removed her tank top and panties, then we fell into each other’s arms and started kissing.

“Would you like to fuck me?” I said.

“Sure, sweetie,” Miki whispered. “I’ll girl-fuck you all you want. You know that!”

I reached down in the drawer and found the strap-on. I pulled it out and showed it to my sister. “With this, Miki,” I said with a smile.

Her eyes were sparkling from surprise and excitement. “Wow, Nellie… I’ve never seen one of those! It’s so big…” She put her hand around the plastic penis and blushed a little. “Is it Erica’s?” I nodded my head. “Does she… use this on you?” she asked, and I nodded again.

“Doesn’t it hurt? I mean… I was fourteen when Jimmy Peterson took my cherry and his dick was much smaller than this… thing. And still, it hurt like hell. I thought my pussy would explode! And you’re only twelve…”

I laughed at my sister and pulled her closer for a kiss.

“Erica fucked me with this when I was eight,” I said. “You know, the summer before the first time you and I made love.”

Once again we heard a little cry from the other room, this time sounding like Linnea. We both grinned, excited by the fact that another pair of sisters were making love on the other side of the wall.

“Put it on, Miki,” I said. “Put the cock on and be my boyfriend for a while.”

She stood up beside the bed and held the strap-on in her hands, trying to figure out how to put it on. Quite soon she found out, and I giggled a little when she came back to bed.

“Okay, little girl,” she said. “Spread your legs for me… Big bad Uncle Mike is going to fuck you!”

We don’t have an Uncle Mike, she just used a male form of her name. And I played along. “No, please, Uncle Mike! Don’t put that big thing inside me… it’s way too big! You’ll rip me apart!”

“Spread and shut up, you little slut,” Miki said. “I’m gonna fuck you and that’s it! If you don’t shut up I’ll stick it in your ass instead, and that probably hurts even more!”

“Oh, no! Please not in my ass… fuck my pussy instead, Uncle Mike!”

Miki put a pillow under my ass and then started to penetrate me. I pretended to be scared and hurting at first and I could see in Miki’s eyes that she was very excited by this little game. She pressed the dildo all the way in, as far as it would go. Then she looked at me again. “Does it still hurt?” she said with her “male” voice.

I replied with my “innocent-little-girl” voice. “No, Uncle Mike…. I like to feel your thing inside me. Fuck me more!”

She fucked me harder and harder and her fingers rubbed my clit while the big strap-on dick went in and out of my soaking, swollen pussy.

My orgasm was so intense I couldn’t help but scream right out, but the second after that I realized that maybe Becka and Linnea could hear us, so I covered my mouth and held my breath.

Then we both heard loud laughter from the other room, and we understood that they had heard us and knew what was going on in my bed.

Miki kissed my mouth and smiled at me. “Well, Nel, darling, it seems we have another pair of lesbo-sisters as neighbours! Do you think…?”

“What, Miki?”

“Do you think Becka and Linnea would like us to play together, all four of us?”

We kissed again, a long hot kiss before I answered. “I don’t know for sure, but I can tell you I’ll do everything I can to make it happen! Linnea is wonderful to have sex with, and I can’t wait to try Becka.”

“Yeah, she sure is cute,” Miki said. “Nice boobies.”

“Shall I go and ask them? I mean… if they just had sex, they’re already horny enough — and then there’s less risk that they’ll say no.”

Miki hid her head under my pillow, laughing loudly when I got up. I went out in the hallway totally naked and opened the door to Linnea’s and Becka’s room. It was dark, but I could see them lying in bed together.

Becka gave me a grin. “What do you mean by raping my baby sister?” she said with a laugh. “I think I just might have to punish you!”

They giggled like crazy, and I did too.

“I didn’t,” I protested, but with a smile. “She wanted me to do everything I did! And now, since we’re all playing the same game… why don’t we play it together? All four… in my room!”

For a moment I was afraid they wouldn’t dare, but suddenly Becka stood up, naked and beautiful and took Linnea by the hand, helping her out of bed. I reached out to Becka, longing to kiss her and felt her naked body against mine, and when we embraced each other I could tell that she had longed for it as much as I.

So I smiled at Linnea and said. “C’mon, sweetheart! You can have my sister, if you let me have yours for awhile.”

With my arm around Becka’s shoulders and Linnea’s hand in mine, I went back to my room. Miki looked at us and blushed at first, but the embarrassment passed quickly when she got her hands on Linnea’s little-girl body.

Becka and I kissed and cuddled and she whispered that she’d wanted me from the first time we met. Soon we were in a sixty-nine position on my bed, and Linnea was on her back beside us getting her pussy eaten by Miki.

“Oh, God, this is crazy! But I love it!” Those words were said by Becka over and over again in a bed full of bare girl pussies and firm young breasts, where tongues and fingers explored each other’s wet entrances.

We kept making love until almost 3 o’clock in the morning, when we finally collapsed and went to sleep.

And the best part was that it would be weeks and weeks before their house would be ready for them to move back again!

The End

By Puella Amante

Evelyn pulled her head back and looked into the little girl’s face, into those nervous, submissive young eyes.

It was time.

The woman’s right hand moved, two slender fingers slipping down over the curve of the girl’s cute little bum, pressing the material of her bloomers down into that little valley between her cheeks, curling upward, letting Rebecca feel the deep intimacy of that touch.

Those eyes, those soft, lovely waif-like eyes, so innocent, so trusting, so completely filled with resignation, suddenly went wide with surprise as the woman’s bold adult fingers made contact with her little bum hole, touching it, pressing against it.

“It’s okay,” Evelyn whispered, calming the girl. “I’m not going to hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt my little princess.”

The woman leaned forward and kissed the girl again, moaning softly as she probed the little girl’s mouth with her adult tongue, circling around, going deep, staking her claim on the nine-year-old.

Her right hand moved again, seeking a new level of intimacy, flirting up over the girl’s bum, finding the waistband of her bloomers, feeling a warm flush of excitement sweep over her.

Unlike the old-fashioned tie-up bloomers Rebecca had been wearing in the change room the other day, these had a stretchy elastic waistband.

The girl gasped nervously as Evelyn’s fingers tucked down the back of her bloomers, slipping onto the soft naked skin of her young bum, feeling it, touching it.

It was happening. They were crossing that intimate bridge together, hand in hand.

Evelyn ended their kiss, dragged her lips across Rebecca’s cheek, and gasped softly in her ear as she celebrated the wickedly pedophilic sensation of actually having her adult hand thrust down the back of a little girl’s underwear.

She had her. She had an innocent, submissive little nine-year-old girl all alone in her home. She had her cute, naked little bottom in her hand. She was touching it, feeling it, squeezing those sexy little cheeks. And there wasn’t an ounce of resistance in the little waif.

Evelyn whispered boldly in Rebecca’s ear. “There we go, now we’re getting somewhere,” she cooed softly “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

She felt the girl tremble and then nod tentatively.

The woman nuzzled her ear. “Say it,” Evelyn whispered, slipping her middle finger down between the cheeks of the girl’s bum as she spoke. “Tell me you’re going to be a good girl for me.”

“Awwwhhh,” the girl gasped, feeling the nervous cheeks of her bum flex and twitch uncontrollably as the tip of the lady’s finger touched the tight circle of her little bum hole, pressing against it.

“Say it,” the woman whispered, pressing against the ring of the girl’s anus — not really making a serious attempt to push inside, but suggesting that she might, feeling the girl’s cheeks squeeze together defensively, feeling her lift up onto the tips of her toes as she struggled with the strange sensation of having the lady’s bold finger pressing up against the entrance to her young bum.

The girl almost swooned. She’d never imagined this. She’d never imagined the lady touching her like this, down there.

“I’m g-gonna be a good girl for you,” the nine-year-old gasped desperately, giving Mrs. Johnson what she wanted, as if voicing that admission might somehow relieve the intense embarrassment she was feeling at the intimate touch of the woman’s bold finger on that very private part of her young body.

Evelyn relaxed, letting the girl calm down, pulling her finger out from between Rebecca’s cheeks, drawing back from their embrace, looking into the girl’s eyes.

The girl was gasping nervously. She looked like a child who’d fallen into deep water, wide-eyed and anxious, struggling to keep her head above the surface.

Evelyn grinned. And that grin was completely genuine. It was the satisfied, confident grin of a woman in complete control, a woman who was going to get everything she wanted.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” she said in a reassuring whisper as she quickly slipped her left hand under the girl’s dress in front. finding the waistband of her bloomers there, tugging it downward, tucking underneath, letting her bold adult fingers slip inside there, flirting their way down the soft naked skin of the girl’s lower tummy, down onto the puffy softness of her immature little mound.

With some amusement, Evelyn watched Rebecca’s eyes and mouth open wide in surprise as the woman shamelessly maneuvered two of her fingers down over the young girl’s vulva and tucked them between her legs, finding the delicate, puffy, hairlessness of her cute, naked little nine-year-old cunt, touching it for the first time, feeling it.

“Oooh, that’s it,” the woman cooed softly. “There it is. There’s that sweet little honeypot.”

“Oooohhh, oooohhh,” the girl moaned — not so much in response to the physical sensation of what was happening to her, but more as a nervous emotional reaction to the tender touch of the adult woman’s slender feminine fingers on that very private area of her young body.

No one had ever touched her like that before.

“There we go,” Evelyn whispered, leaning in to lightly peck at the girl’s lips with her own. “That’s a good girl, just relax. Let it happen.”

Evelyn was absolutely glowing inside. All of the uncertainty she’d been feeling about that day had melted away. It was 10 o’clock in the morning. There were six hours to enjoy this tasty little bundle of prepubescent femininity, and she planned to make use of every minute.

And the girl seemed so resigned to the whole thing, so compliant, so willing!

Nine-year-old Rebecca had allowed herself to be lured into the woman’s home, then into her arms. The girl had conspired in her own seduction, simply by choosing not to resist. Through her actions and inactions, she’d given an adult woman permission to sexually molest her. And now she was paying the price for that little bit of childhood daring.

The lady had her fingers down inside her bloomers. Mrs. Johnson was touching her cunt. She was playing with it, rubbing it gently.

The girl whimpered softly but offered no protest whatsoever as Evelyn’s slender middle finger slipped between her puffy little lips, finding new intimacy, exploring, flirting down over the bump of her girlish clit, and lower, into that soft, warm, pink area below, finding the tiny forbidden circle of Rebecca’s tight little cunthole — touching it, circling around the edge of it, slipping into the center, pushing lightly, insinuating.

Evelyn put her mouth on the girl and tongue-kissed her as she played with her little cunt, murmuring contentedly, reveling in the incredible feeling of being in a deeply intimate embrace with another human being for first time in fourteen months, feeling her cunt buzzing with excitement as she toyed with the nine-year-old girl in her arms.

Evelyn slid her middle finger back up and circled the precocious little bump of Rebecca’s girlish clitoris, playing with it, caressing it, rubbing it gently, first on one side, and then the other, feeling it flush and stiffen under her delicate touch. And then it came… an unexpected series of tell-tale twitches and soft, nervous gasps. The girl was actually responding to the touch of those bold adult fingers between her legs.

Evelyn opened her eyes, leaving her lips in place on the girl’s mouth, feeling their warm breath mix. The girl’s eyes were closed. She was breathing sharply in a series of soft gasps that seemed timed perfectly with the nervous little twitches of her body.

The woman smiled. She knew exactly what she was seeing, though she hadn’t planned for this. She was absolutely delighted. She had seduced an innocent, prepubescent child, a flat-chested little girl. Rebecca had obviously not even begun her journey towards sexual maturity. So Evelyn fully expected that the pleasurable part of this experience was going to be a one-way street. She had no reason to expect that this child might actually become physically responsive or sexually aroused.

Of course she had no real experience to draw from with girls this age. She’d never attempted to have sex with a child before. She had never even considered the possibility that a nine-year-old might be capable of sexual arousal.

Evelyn murmured softly. She’d chosen her new lover very well indeed.

The fact that this little nine-year-old was actually capable of experiencing pleasure through the sensitive bump of her cute little clitoris was a completely unexpected bonus for the woman. It was going to make kissing, licking and sucking that little love-button so much more enjoyable and rewarding, for both of them.

Evelyn had not formed an intimate relationship with her own clitoris until she was fourteen or fifteen years old. She remembered the wonderfully addictive sensations she discovered as a young teenager — lying in bed at night, listening to her older brother’s deep breathing from where he slept across the room, nervously tucking her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself, masturbating for the first time.

Discovering those secrets about her body had been life-changing for Evelyn.

And now, as an adult, it was absolutely exhilarating to realize that that she was going to introduce a much younger girl to those wonderful, feminine sensations. She was going to help a little girl discover the intoxicating secrets of her cute little cunt for the first time.

This was such a wonderful and unexpected development.

It meant that she could educate this pretty little waif from across the tracks, teach her to absolutely crave the pleasure of having her sweet little kitty licked. And the girl would love her for it.

Evelyn’s heart was thumping in anticipation. She was going to light a fire inside this little girl, a hot sexual fire. She was going to spend some quality time with her determined mouth on Rebecca’s immature little cunt. She was going to spread her young legs wide, open her up and tongue her tight little nine-year-old fuck-hole. She was going to suck on her cute little love-button. She was going to make this little girl squirm.

Evelyn was absolutely aching. She wanted that little cunt. She longed to taste it.

But first she needed to get the girl naked — and intense as her desire was at that moment, she still wanted to take her time. She wanted to make this last, to savor everything.

Evelyn slipped her finger out from between the little girl’s legs and withdrew her hand from Rebecca’s bloomers, lifting it up, bringing the warm, wet tip of that finger up to her mouth.

Rebecca’s scent was strong, intoxicating, and undeniably vaginal, but different, not like an adult vagina. Slightly more pungent, perhaps, and sweet at the same time…delightfully girlish.

Rebecca’s eyes drifted open, and Evelyn let the girl watch as she very deliberately slipped the moist tip of her middle finger between her lips and brazenly sucked the girl’s flavor into her mouth.

“Mmmngh,” Evelyn murmured, whispering softly to the girl. “I’m so glad you came to visit me today.”

The woman hesitated, and then added, “I think… I think I love you. And I suspect that I knew it from the moment I first saw you in the store. I’ve thought about you every day, and I couldn’t wait for you to come and visit me.” The girl blushed.

“And I have another confession to make,” Evelyn continued. “It’s kind of embarrassing. Do you want to hear it?”

The girl blushed again and nodded nervously.

“Well…when I thought about you, it’s just that you’re so sweet and pretty… and sexy,” the woman whispered, leaning in close, hesitating momentarily, letting the boldness of her confession sink in. “All I could think about was being a very special girlfriend for you, being close to you, being naked with you, making you feel good.”

Rebecca was gasping softly, nervously.

Evelyn slipped her lips over the girl’s cheek and whispered in her ear.

“I wanted to see you naked the other day in the change room,” the woman continued. “I wanted so bad for you to take your bloomers off and let me see you like that. But we didn’t have enough time.”

The two of them were deep in the heart of the seduction now, both of them knowing it was going to happen, holding hands together, tiptoeing delicately towards the next level of intimacy, negotiating it.

The girl murmured softly, letting the woman’s naughty words flirt with her.

In truth, Mrs. Johnson’s bold words and their intimate meaning did not come as a complete surprise to the nine-year-old. Rebecca was young, but far from stupid. She had sensed almost immediately in the change room, as her dress was coming off, that the pretty saleslady would like to see her completely naked. She had felt the furtive touches of the lady’s hands on her young body, touches that went too far and stayed too long to be innocent or accidental.

In fact, although her approach was playful and somewhat cautious, the saleslady had not made a serious intent to hide her desires that day in the change room. She’d made it clear what she wanted from Rebecca.

And the girl had thought about all of those things many times since Saturday.

But more importantly, she had sensed that deep inside the woman was actually very lonely, and Rebecca knew all about loneliness — the kind of loneliness that makes you feel sad all the time.

The woman’s soft whispers found her. “But we have enough time today, Rebecca,” Evelyn whispered enthusiastically. “We have enough time right now.”

The nine-year-old whimpered softly, feeling a nervous anxiety bubbling up inside her as the woman continued.

“Do you think you could do that right now princess… take your bloomers off for me?” the woman asked. “And let me see how pretty you are?”

The woman pulled back to gaze into the youngster’s eyes.

It was working. She was seducing the girl emotionally, peeling away her inhibitions, taking away her reasons to say no.

The girl seemed completely under her spell. She watched as the nine-year-old blushed, lowered her eyes, and nodded her head submissively.

“That’s a good girl,” Evelyn whispered, praising Rebecca. “Here, why don’t you come up here on the sofa,” the woman suggested, helping the girl, lifting her, coaxing her up on the cushion beside her. “There we go, now lie back for me.”

Evelyn maneuvered Rebecca down onto her back, then lifted the girl’s legs and positioned them so that one was tucked behind her down the back edge of the sofa, and the other lay across her lap. The hem of the dress lay draped across Rebecca’s thighs like a loose veil across her girlish femininity.

“Now,” Evelyn cooed softly, grinning playfully, letting her eyes drift flirtatiously down the girl’s body. “Do you have something to show me, Rebecca?”

The girl blushed nervously and squeezed her eyelids closed.

The nine-year-old was clearly struggling. It was difficult for her. It was all happening so fast, all of the naughty things she’d imagined, and more. The woman had already touched her in those places.

She had no choice. She’d made the decision to come and visit that day, knowing full well that these things were going to happen. And she’d already promised the woman that she was going to be a good girl for her.

Evelyn’s gentle, confident voice came to the girl like a whisper in the fog, reassuring her, guiding her, encouraging her. “Come on Rebecca, be a good girl and lift up your dress for me,” the woman whispered. “Let me have a look at you.”

The nine-year-old trembled nervously, hesitated, and then did as she was told — reaching down with both hands for the hem of her summer dress, lifting it, pulling it up, all the way up to her waist, exposing her baggy white bloomers. Rebecca knew that she was breaking a cardinal rule of childhood — making herself sexually available to a grown-up, offering herself to the pretty lady who worked at the Woolworth’s store.

The woman smiled. “There we go,” Evelyn reassured the girl. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The girl opened her eyes and shook her head.

Evelyn turned on the sofa, kneeling between Rebecca’s legs, letting the girl watch as she quickly unbuttoned the front of her blouse and tugged it out of the hem of her skirt. She opened her blouse wide to reveal the shape of her modest adult breasts, tucked so delicately into the material of her lacy black brassiere.

“Okay, sweetheart, I’m ready,” Evelyn whispered playfully. “Now let me see that little pearl of yours. Show me your cunt, Rebecca.”

The girl whimpered softly and squeezed her eyelids closed again, finding comfort in the darkness. The woman was talking so boldly, talking about that private place between her legs, using that rude word that she’d heard her uncle say when he’d been drinking.

That very naughty four-letter word crystallized in Rebecca’s young mind, cataloging its way into her consciousness, registering with that tender area of her girlish body — her “cunt.”

Suddenly and without warning, a tiny sensation flickered over the sensitive little button down there, tickling her, causing her to twitch nervously.

Evelyn could see the tension in the girl. She knew this a difficult moment. But it was necessary. She could easily reach out and strip the girl’s bloomers off and have her way with the child right then and there. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want to rape this little girl, and have her leave the house feeling scarred and violated.

Evelyn was a healthy 28-year-old woman who was absolutely starved for intimate companionship and sex, having been separated from her husband for many long months. She didn’t want to abuse anyone, especially a child. She simply wanted to have an affair, a secret, deeply intimate, mutually gratifying, illicit love affair.

The fact that she had chosen a pretty little nine-year-old girl as a lover was simply a reflection of a previously unexplored sexual preference that was deeply rooted in her past, in her childhood — a preference for girls, young girls, pretty, flat-chested, innocent little girls with cute, hairless slits between their legs.

If the war hadn’t taken Evelyn’s husband from her, perhaps she might never have acted on or explored this delicate side of her sexuality. But the war did come and take her husband away. And she’d waited dutifully, faithfully for him for over a year.

Then one day, she found herself undressing a little girl in the change room at the Woolworth’s store where she worked. And now she had that little girl in her house, lying on her sofa, the hem of her pretty little summer dress pulled up to her waist.

No, it would not be a good idea to act impulsively and quickly strip the girl, just to get a look at her pretty little cunt. No, she wanted this child to be a very cooperative lover. She wanted Rebecca to pull her own underwear down and expose herself, willingly. She wanted the girl to be an active participant in her own seduction.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy,” Evelyn whispered, encouraging the girl. “Let’s have a look at you.”

The woman watched Rebecca’s closed eyelids flutter nervously. She watched the nine-year-old’s fingers twitch. She watched her slender little hands move slowly, nervously to her waist. She watched her two little thumbs tuck down under the elastic waistband of her underwear.

Then she watched intently as the pretty little waif she’d met in the change room at the Woolworth’s store pushed the front of her underwear down, stretching the waistband all the way down to her upper thighs, unveiling the puffy softness of her girlish mound, exposing the lovely innocence of her immature little cunt for an adult woman.

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart,” Evelyn cooed softly.

It was beautiful. She could clearly see the delicate line of the nine-year-old’s slit, and the precocious bump of her immature clitoral hood.

“That is so pretty,” she whispered, reaching tentatively for the girl, touching the tips of her fingers down on the puffiness of that hairless little mound — circling around, feeling the delicate softness of her young skin, then turning, slipping down between the girl’s legs, finding the wonderfully soft lips of Rebecca’s adorable little cunt, touching it, feeling it, rubbing it lovingly.

Evelyn smiled as she watched the girl’s young mouth drop open and release a series of desperate little whimpers.

These were clearly the nervous gasps of child experiencing the strange sensation of having a lover’s fingers between her legs, touching her, rubbing her. But Evelyn knew the nervousness would pass.

There was absolutely no resistance in the girl. She was dutifully holding the front of her bloomers down. There was a series of twitches in her young legs, but she made no attempt to bring them together. She simply laid there and let the adult woman play with her cute little cunt.

Evelyn leaned right down over the girl and kissed Rebecca’s mouth as her fingers continued their intimate little dance between the nine-year-old’s legs.

The girl pursed her lips, shyly returning the kiss.

“Push your bloomers down, sweetheart,” the woman whispered softly between kisses.

Rebecca moved quickly, almost urgently, to give Evelyn exactly what she wanted, lifting her bum up from the sofa, pushing her bloomers as far down her thighs as they would go, deliberately stripping herself naked, signaling to the woman that everything was fine and anything was possible, letting the woman know that she was willing and available.

Evelyn caught that signal loud and clear, and went at the girl passionately, tongue-kissing her deeply, aggressively. Then she focused her efforts between the girl’s legs, seeking and finding the delicate bud of the nine-year-old’s clitoris with the tip of her middle finger, circling that tender little button, flirting with it, teasing it.

In a few brief moments of passion, the woman worked expertly to breathe life into Rebecca’s tiny clit. Under Evelyn’s delicate touch, that precocious little button had stiffened right up. It was poking brazenly out of its little cave, communicating directly with the woman, saying Here I am, come and get me.

“Mmmmnggghh,” the girl’s desperate whimper muffled by the presence of Mrs. Johnson’s tongue in her mouth.

Evelyn moaned softly as she felt the girl’s arms wrap tightly around her neck, as she felt a series of tell-tale twitches in the girl’s pelvis, as she felt the girl’s hips begin to move hesitantly, as she felt the girl’s knees spreading outward, seeking to give the woman’s fingers even more room between her legs.

Evelyn was immensely pleased. All of her aspirations, all of her dreams, all of her desires were going to be fulfilled. She had the little girl right where she wanted her. Rebecca was going to be a perfect little lover — hot, sexy, and uninhibited.

She withdrew her tongue from the girl’s mouth, following up that long passionate kiss with a series of feather-light pecks.

“Oh, you are so lovely,” Evelyn whispered between kisses.

The girl responded with a nervous squeak.

Evelyn drew back and gazed at the girl’s lovely face. “Do you like it when I do this to you, sweetheart?” she whispered as the tip of her middle finger continued to circle the child’s clitoris.

Rebecca’s eyes opened.

Evelyn almost swooned. It was like she was looking into the girl’s heart. She seemed so fragile, so vulnerable, so innocent, so available.

“It’s okay, you can tell me, it will be our special secret,” the woman whispered. “Do you like it when I play with your pretty little cunt, Rebecca?”

“Yesss,” the girl gasped, giving a quick nod.

Evelyn smiled. What a brave little girl, she thought.

“Well, I’m going to make you feel even better than this,” the woman promised. “But first, here — get up on your knees.”

The woman’s fingers slipped out from between Rebecca’s legs as the two of them rose up onto their knees on the sofa, facing each other.

“Now I want you to take off my blouse, princess,” Evelyn whispered.

The girl looked up into her eyes questioningly, as if she wasn’t sure quite where things were going.

“It’s okay,” the woman reassured her. “Just take my blouse off.”

The girl reached out and hesitantly followed Evelyn’s instructions, placing her hands on the woman’s shoulders, pulling the unbuttoned blouse down from Eyelyn’s shoulders.

Evelyn shrugged her hands out of the armholes and then tossed the blouse aside.

The girl seemed fascinated by Evelyn’s breasts.

The woman reached out for one of the nine-year-old’s hands — lifting it, kissing the backs of her fingers, then guiding it onto her chest. “Go ahead,” she whispered. “You can touch them if you want. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

The girl managed a shaky grin as she explored the shape of Evelyn’s breasts with her hand.

“Now it’s my turn,” the woman said softly as she reached down and placed her hands on the backs of Rebecca’s girlish thighs, slipping them up beneath the hem of the girl’s dress, finding the ring of her bloomers, still wrapped around her upper thighs.

The girl never blinked an eye as the woman pushed her underwear all the way down.

Evelyn smiled as the nine-year-old lifted her knees one by one and allowed the woman to remove her underwear completely.

“Your turn again,” Evelyn said as she stood on the sofa and turned her back to the girl. “Undo my skirt for me, princess.”

The girl was still on her knees as she responded immediately to follow the woman’s instructions, reaching out to pop the button on the thin waistband of Evelyn’s light summer skirt, then tentatively tugging the zipper down in back, watching nervously as the black lace of the woman’s garter belt and underwear came into view.

Evelyn moved, slowly and deliberately, letting her body move seductively as she inched the skirt down off the curves of her lovely ass, unveiling it for the girl, letting her see it, all dressed up in sexy black lace.

“Um, that must feel good on your skin,” the girl whispered, almost as a question, as Evelyn let her skirt fall around her ankles on the sofa.

“What?” Evelyn asked, turning her head to look back at the girl.

“Ahh, your bloomers, and those other pretty things,” the girl responded nervously.

“Oh, they feel wonderful on my skin,” Evelyn whispered seductively as she slipped her hands around and tucked them down under the curve of her bum, then moved them slowly up over her cheeks, caressing herself, letting the girl watch her do that.

Evelyn smiled as she gazed back at the girl. The nine-year-old’s eyes were focused intently on her ass, watching, looking.

“Would you like a feel?” Evelyn asked, reaching back for one of Rebecca’s hands, guiding it to her bottom, letting the little girl feel the texture of her lacy underwear, letting her feel the shape of her womanly ass.

“It feels good to be touched… all over,” Evelyn whispered suggestively as she slowly turned to face the girl, holding her hand in place, dragging it over the curve of her bottom, around her hip, and onto the softness of her tummy.

“It feels especially good down here,” the woman whispered as she guided the little girl’s fingers down over her mound and tucked them between her legs, pressing them boldly up against the crotch of her sexy lace panties, letting the girl feel the shape of her cunt.

The girl’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, but she made no attempt to take her hand away.

“Oh that’s it,” Evelyn whispered passionately. “Right there. It feels so good right there.”

The woman gently pumped her hips in a slow fucking motion as she pressed the little girl’s timid fingers up against her mound.

“Unnghh, yes, that’s it,” the woman moaned softly. “Rub my cunt for me, princess. Mmmm, that feels good. We’re going to have so much fun together, Rebecca.”

Evelyn was tempted to grasp the girl’s hand and tuck it right down into her underwear. She wanted to feel those tiny little fingers directly on her cunt. She wanted to push them inside her. But that would have to wait.

Reluctantly, she extracted the little girl’s hand from between her legs and dropped to her knees on the sofa once more.

And there they were, a 28-year-old woman and nine-year-old girl, kneeling on the sofa, facing each other. Both of them nervous, anticipating the naughty things they were going to do together.

Their playful undress-me game had left the woman wearing nothing but her lacy black lingerie, her garter belt and stockings, skimpy little bloomers and her sexy brassiere.

The girl, on the other hand, still appeared to be fully clothed in her pretty little summer dress. But underneath that dress, Rebecca’s pretty little cunt and her cute little bum were completely naked and available.

Evelyn reached out and pulled Rebecca close, wrapping both arms around her, letting her hands roam up and down the girl’s body.

The girl whimpered, twined her own arms around the woman and melted up against her.

Evelyn kissed the girl’s lips, then pushed her tongue into her mouth as her left hand slipped down to the back of Rebecca’s knees and inched up under the back of her dress, then up the back of her thighs and onto the soft naked cheeks of her bare bum, squeezing it, caressing it, pulling the girl up against her.

The woman then let her middle finger flirt its way down the line of the private little valley between the cheeks of the little girl’s bottom, seeking even greater intimacy with the nine-year-old.

Breaking their kiss, Evelyn whispered a soft instruction.”Spread your legs a little, princess.”

The girl murmured softly and did as she was told, inching her knees apart on the cushioned seat of the sofa.

“A little more, Rebecca,” the woman whispered. The girl’s legs parted even further.

The woman had the freedom she was seeking. She pushed her tongue back into Rebecca’s mouth and then boldly, without hesitation, she tucked the tip of her middle finger between the child’s cheeks and touched the tight circle of her tender little anus, pressing up against it, letting the little girl know exactly how intimate they were going to be with each other.

The girl’s bum twitched as the woman tongue-fucked her young mouth, pressing her finger up between Rebecca’s cheeks.

Evelyn’s bold finger found the center of that tight little rosebud and pressed, pushing against it, feeling the little muscle tense briefly and then relax, opening up just a little.

The girl’s mouth fell away as Rebecca dropped back. This was almost too much for the child. She’d never imagined this, being wrapped in Mrs. Johnson’s arms, feeling a warm hand up under her dress, feeling the tip of the woman’s slender middle finger pressing against her bum hole.

Evelyn smiled as the girl’s eyes rolled up, her head dropped back and her mouth went slack.

“Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh,” the girl moaned. Then suddenly, the nine-year-old’s anus relaxed completely and opened up for the woman.

“There we go,” Evelyn whispered softly, calming the girl. “Just relax, my love, let it happen.”

Several years ago, Evelyn’s husband, in moment of hot passion, had shown her that giving someone you love access to that very private place could actually be a very pleasurable experience. Now she was sharing that knowledge with a pretty little girl.

She pushed in, seeking intimate depth, feeling the warmth of the girl’s young body embrace her probing finger, feeling that tight ring gripping her second knuckle. She paused momentarily before pulling out so that only the tip remained inside. And then she slowly pressed back in again — boldly, lewdly finger-fucking the nine-year-old’s bum, feeling the girl squirm in her arms, hearing her nervous gasps.

Evelyn smiled. Nothing could be finer on this warm Wednesday morning. She had a pretty little waif in her house. She had the girl’s bloomers stripped off. She had her slender middle finger pushed up the girl’s bum. And she had the rest of the day to do all of the things she’d imagined doing with the little girl she’d met in the change room at the Woolworth’s store.

Evelyn leaned forward and nuzzled the girl’s neck, kissing her way up to her ear, whispering passionately to her. “Mmmm, you are so sexy, such a pretty girl,” the woman gasped softly as poked her tongue out and flirted with Rebecca’s earlobe. “Mmmm, I want to fuck you, sweetheart.”

Those strange words shocked Evelyn even as they were leaving her mouth. They were the kind of words her husband often used when he was on her. Harold liked to be aggressive in bed, and he liked Evelyn to be submissive.

But now she was the aggressor, and her own submissive little lover was a nine-year-old girl. And as it turned out, the role of aggressor came naturally to her.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Evelyn whispered. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. And you are going to be a good girl for me while I do.”

Rebecca gasped nervously as Evelyn demonstrated her intent with the tip of her tongue, french-kissing the little girl’s ear.

“Do you understand?” Evelyn asked.

“Yesss,” the girl whimpered submissively.

“Good,” the woman cooed as she slipped her middle finger out of the girl’s bum. “Now, let’s get this dress off of you.”

The girl leaned against Evelyn as the woman’s fingers worked on the buttons down the back of her dress. When she was done, Evelyn coaxed the girl out of her arms, and gently tugged the front of her dress forward and down.

Both of them were breathing deeply — Evelyn out of pure arousal, and Rebecca out of excited nervousness.

The woman smiled as the dress fell away and dropped around the girl’s on the sofa.

It was odd, Evelyn had not expected this. The girl was wearing a little white cotton undershirt, the simplest kind, with thin shoulder straps. It was a little small on her, the bottom hem barely reaching her navel. It was perfect. She looked like a little angel.

“My God, you are beautiful, Rebecca,” the woman whispered. She leaned down and helped the girl tug the dress under her knees and pull it off.

“There we are,” the woman murmured, drinking in the lovely sight. “Now I want you upstairs. I want you in my bed. Come with me.”

Evelyn stood and reached for the little girl’s hand, holding it in hers, coaxing her up from the sofa, leading her across the room, guiding her up the wide stairway that led to the second floor of the big house.

It was pretty dim in the parlour, but the big ceiling light was on in the hallway beside the staircase. So if someone happened to be walking across the front porch at that moment, and just happened to look in the big front window and focus past the thin sheer curtains, they would have seen a very strange thing indeed — a grown woman dressed in the sexiest of black lingerie, walking up a flight of stairs, holding hands with a very pretty and nearly naked little girl.

The End 

Sadly, Puella never completed this story. Nearly ten years after this last chapter was originally posted at Leslita, it’s doubtful that we will ever see another from her. Nonetheless, we think what there is of the story is good enough to justify posting at Juicy Secrets.

Still, we wonder — might there be some bold soul among us with the will and the writing chops to attempt a new installment of this lovely tale…? 

By Tater Tot

Amber had somehow migrated against me during the night, cuddled under my arm. She woke up and twitched a little, waking me up.

She kind of rolled over sleepily, yawning with half shut eyes as she gave me a smile. I could see when she remembered what day it was as her eyes popped open and she gasped loudly before saying, “Oh my God, it’s Saturday!”

I laughed and snuggled down in the bed some and said, “Yep, Saturday. Good day to sleep in.”

“Mom!” she said loudly.

“What?” I said, “you don’t want to sleep in?”

“Is it a reward weekend, Mom?” she said in her best lawyer’s voice, getting a grin from me.

“Well… I suppose it is,” I said.

That was pretty much it for Mom. Amber leaped on top of me and started kissing my face, then held my head as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her pussy was grinding against mine as she moaned into our kiss.

She broke away, her eyes wild, panting for breath as she sort of stared down at me. She stayed like that for a second, then growled — an honest to god growl! — and slid sideways off me. Grabbing the sheet she flipped it down and off, revealing me, naked beneath it. She growled again, sort of clinched her arms around me and tried to stuff one of my breasts in her mouth.

Her excitement was infectious — it made me so hot, watching her lust after me. My eyes were half-closed and I was holding the sheets tightly as she molested my body. Her mouth worried at my tit as her hands ran feverishly up and down me. She was making grunting, panting noises as if she was unable to catch her breath. Her hands were shaking and fluttering above me as if she couldn’t decide what to do first. She finally gave a sobbing sound and slid down to devour my pussy. She wrapped her hands around me and dove in, her tongue licking frantically as she whimpered and moaned.

I was close to coming when the little vixen came first. Not even touching herself, just so aroused by it all that she came.

When she quit moaning and humping the bed I said, “Please, now, lick me, eat me baby. Please.”

She did, really getting off on what I was saying. Her tongue drove deep and then started licking across my clit, pushing me into an orgasm. I shoved my hips up hard as she ground her mouth against me. That calmed her down for some reason, and she just ate my pussy until I exploded then slowly licked me clean.

She slid up next to me and lay beside me, looking at my face as she let one hand play with my breast.

“How do we do this today, Mom?” she asked softly.

I turned to face her, still panting slightly from the orgasm. Reaching up to run my hand down her face, I said, “I would recommend we make it special. You get so excited, but this will be our first time and you’ll want to make it something you remember. We’ll have a lot of opportunities to act out your fantasies, but you and I will only get one first fuck.”

She was thinking, twitching her lips as she looked at me. “Yes, I want that too. What should I do?”

Smiling I said, “Why don’t we have breakfast, then we can get cleaned up. We can shave each other again and you can abuse your slave in the shower, so you can take the edge off. Then I’ll put on something sexy for you. I’ll get the cock out, and you can fuck me and make me your lover.”

I thought she would go nuts hearing me talk like that, but she just listened and nodded. She didn’t say anything for a while, then said “Okay, that sounds good.”

We got up and I tossed on a long t-shirt, and she put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I made breakfast while she contemplated things. My t-shirt only came to the bottom of my ass, so Amber spent most of the time with her eyes where my cheeks peeked out. I grinned as I started getting aroused from the attention. I stayed in shape to feel good about myself, and having my tight ass admired felt good.

When we finished, Amber helped me clean up, but her hand finally came around to rub my ass. She wasn’t much help after that, but at least let me finish up. When I set the towel on the sink, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around to grasp my breasts, panting in my ear. She didn’t say anything, just stood like that for a moment, her hips slowly grinding against my ass. She was breathing hard while I stood there quietly, but she finally just stepped back and let me go.

Her hands were shaking slightly as she tugged me to the shower — not really being aggressive or bossy, just impatient to get on with it. When we got there I slowly reached down and pulled the t-shirt off, letting Amber enjoy the sight. She shucked her clothes in a frenzy of motion, then waited for me to get the shower started.

She shaved me first, trembling slightly, but gentle with her hands. I did her next, watching as her head rolled back and her eyes closed. She was soaked with juice, making the shaving cream a bit thin.

After I rinsed her I sat back on my knees and waited. When she hadn’t felt my touch for a moment, she opened her eyes with a moan and looked down at where I was kneeling. She gasped a couple of times, then said, “Eat me, Mom.”

I ate her. She held my head and humped my face as my tongue worked. She came with a splash and a shrill scream almost immediately. She was twitching strongly as she continued to hump my mouth, then started yelling, “Eat me, Mom, lick me harder, harder… uh… now… now… oh God…” she was deep into it as my tongue drove in and out, licking periodically.

I placed a finger at my daughter’s opening and gently pushed it in, still fighting how tight she was. I eventually started thrusting slowly as I moved my tongue to licking and sliding across her clit.

Amber really fought to hold off her orgasm this time, twisting and tightening her body as she kept saying, “Eat me, Mom,” over and over. Her breaths were so short and harsh that it was hard to understand her. Eventually it turned into a kind of keening cry, her whole body one solid, clenched muscle as her hips pushed up from the bench. Her legs locked tightly around my head as she sort of levitated upward.

When she came for the second time it was with a massive convulsion, as if every muscle in her body relaxed, then tightened again. She let out a harsh gasp as her pussy squirted me, then when she tightened up and released once more, she gave out a high pitched scream of overwhelming ecstasy. Her cunt seemed to spray me like a hose.

When Amber finished, she collapsed like she had in the kitchen. Her eyes were half open, but totally blank.

I helped my daughter from the shower, seated her on the toilet and tenderly dried her, then myself. We made our way to my room and got into bed. I seated myself against the headboard, and Amber lay down with her head in my lap. I brushed her hair with my fingers as she rested.

A few minutes later, her eyes fluttered open. “So good,” she mumbled.

I let my fingers run down her face and caressed it while she watched me. “Will it be like this with someone else, Mom?” she asked.

“I don’t know, honey,” I said, “a lot of it is between you and your lover.”

She sort of nodded at that, obviously understanding what I meant.

Amber eventually got out of bed, and I did the same. I asked her to give me a few minutes to dress, then got out something nice for her. I put on a black choker, black fishnet stockings, and an awesome pair of sheer black boy shorts. When I was dressed, I called her back in.

She walked in, then stopped abruptly when she saw me standing there, looking down at the floor and trying to look sweet and innocent. I looked damn good, if I say so myself. Next to Amber’s thin youthfulness I looked heavier, but wasn’t really much larger than when I was in college. Exercise every week had kept my muscle tone, and I was proud of my flat stomach. My ass was larger, but not from fat. My breasts were the full handful compared to her mouthful, but were still fairly firm.

“My God,” she whispered. “Oh my God.”

I smiled and went to the dresser, pulling out the top drawer and taking out the strap-on. It had a cock about seven inches long and about the same thickness of most of my lovers. I had bought it to try and keep her expectations realistic when it came to men. It had adjustable straps, and the back had a short stub that slid into the wearer’s cunt and pressed her clit.

I knelt in front of her and murmured, “Ready to use this?”

She just nodded, so I put the cock on her. She groaned as I slid the stub inside her, which went in very easily since she was almost dripping with excitement. When it was fastened around Amber’s waist I looked up at her, the cock pointing between us. She was breathing heavily, a flush of arousal forming on her chest.

I smiled as I lifted the cock and started licking it. Amber made a loud “Oh!” sound as she stared down at me. I played with it like it was real, licking and kissing for a while, then taking the head into my mouth. Amber started making soft grunting noises as I slowly took the cock as deep as I could, then slid it back out. I did this a couple of times as she began moaning. After a few pushes into my throat, I drew back and looked up at my daughter.

“I want you to fuck me, Amber,” I said softly.

She tilted her head back and moaned, but then looked back and said, “Yes. Now.”

I stood up and hugged her tight as we kissed.

Her hands were shaking as I led her to the bed and laid back on it. She stood looking down at me, trembling and shaking in excitement, a tear on her cheek as she stared at my body. She crawled up and knelt next to me, running her hands along my breasts and stomach, finally reaching out to caress my panty-clad pussy.

She slid down and knelt between my legs, looking up at my face as she touched my pussy, letting her fingers trail along it for a while. I started moaning after a minute, her touch causing my body to tighten.

She eventually leaned down and kissed my pussy, pausing just to breathe for a moment. Then she started rubbing her face on the crotch of my panties. After a minute of two she started licking, her tongue pressing in firmly and drawing from top to bottom. I was twitching and moaning the whole time, sweat starting on my forehead as the incredible feelings swept upward from my cunt. She was worshipping my panties, tasting and caressing them, lost in some kind of daze.

She eventually moaned loudly and leaned back, drawing my panties down and off. She was kneeling between my legs, back straight as she lifted the panties to her face. Closing her eyes, she held them against her mouth and came.

Her eyes were a little dazed as she looked at me, letting my panties fall away, but she leaned forward, kissed me hard, then pulled away, panting frantically as she said “I want to f-fuck you Mom,” the curse word still causing her problems.

I smiled and reached down to guide the cock into position as she put her hands on either side of my head. When it was resting just slightly inside, I put my hands on her neck and said, “Fuck me, Amber.”

She had to work on the angle at first, but slowly fed the cock into me, her making whimpering noises the whole time as she looked between us to see the cock going in.

When our pussies bumped, she came yet again with a sharp cry. Her eyes closed for a second as I felt her juices splash me. I was moaning in excitement myself, so hot from realizing this girl was orgasming just from the feel of her strap-on entering me. The feel of her cock was driving me wild as I looked up at her.

Once she’d recovered a little, Amber started drawing out slowly, then pushing back in. I tilted my head back slowly as she fucked me — holding off my orgasm, letting it build up. I wrapped my arms around her neck at some point, holding on as she started thrusting harder and faster.

She was saying, “Oh, God,” over and over, her head back as she tensed up. Her stamina was surprisingly good, since I knew how hard it was to hold yourself up like that. Her hips were really pounding me after about five minutes. She was mumbling, “Mom… oh god… yes… ohhh,” a constant stream of words.

My hips were pushing up against her on every down stroke when I came. I’d been in the middle of drawing in a breath when it hit. I froze, my body clenching tightly as I felt the orgasm race outward from where her cock was pushing into me. My eyes were closed and I was barely aware of her scream, mingling with my own.

I pulled her down on me as my hips bucked wildly for a moment, becoming slightly aware of Amber’s hips still pushing into me. She was screaming and squealing into my neck, smothering the sound against me. It pushed me into another small orgasm, making my pussy feel like it was turning inside out.

I hazed out, just lying there, sweating and panting as she lay on top of me. I think she had fallen asleep, or passed out. I eventually got enough of my muscles to work that I could roll her off, wincing at the way the cock twisted as it withdrew from me.

I rolled over, wrapping myself around her and zoned out.

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