Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Nellie of Sweden

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2010 }

My sexual awakening happened when I was eight years old. It was my fifteen-year-old cousin Erica who introduced me to the pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. We kept having sex with one another until she died a little over four years ago in a tragic car crash.

I’m almost 43 now and I live alone. Of course, I long to meet a woman or girl to share my life. Hopefully, a mother with a little girl (or two or three for that matter) who shares my lust for preteen girls. Especially those girls between three and eleven. The younger they are the easier they are to seduce, but on the other hand… The older ones get a lot hornier when you at last get to the point when she lets you touch her privates.

The story I want to tell you now is about my first time as the older one in a sexual relationship.

I was about twelve when I realized, or maybe more truthfully, admitted to myself my lust for little girls. My body had started to change and assuming a more woman-like form. My breasts had started to develop and some thin blond hairs grew on the little velvetbun between my legs and in my armpits. By the way… the word “velvetbun” was Erica’s nickname for my genital area. It’s a word I still like and also use sometimes when I occasionally get lucky and get my hands on some sweet little girl. Cute, don’t you think?

Anyway… I started to fantasize about younger girls, mostly very small ones. Girls that had not yet become schoolgirls! So one day I got a bright idea. I advertised at the mall near my home and in smaller shops that I was a keen babysitter, and soon the phone started ringing and people wanted to hire me.

The very first job I got was to babysit little Camilla, a three-year-old beauty who looked like a little doll. I really was anxious to get inside her panties. Camilla was cute as a princess, but not a very nice child. She was spoiled rotten and got very angry whenever I didn’t let her have her way. She cried and screamed and I almost gave up my babysitting career the first night. But when she got tired, she was a little easier to handle.

I suggested that I would read her a story, and she ran away to get her favourite book. Then she sat down in my lap and I started reading. She soon leaned back with her little curly head to my shoulder and I dared to put my hand on her leg. I read to her and slowly moved my hand upwards under her nightgown. She put her pacifier in her mouth and seemed to relax even more.

But when my hand reached the upper part of her thigh she suddenly stiffened and yelled very loudly, “NOOO!!!”

I immediately took my hand away but managed to stay calm. “What? Why did you scream like that?”

“Not touch my pee-pee,” she said. “Mummy says to scream ‘no’ if someone touches my pee-pee.”

“But I didn’t touch you there,” I said. “I only touched your leg.”

“Almost,” Camilla replied.

“Well sorry… I didn’t mean to,” I said.

I felt ashamed being caught by a toddler that way and decided to give up the idea of trying anything with her. And when her mother got back, I told her everything and reassured her I didn’t mean to come too close to her daughter’s forbidden area. And luckily enough, she believed me.

During the next few weeks I got only two babysitting jobs, and those were for little boys, so nothing happened. But some weeks later that year, I got my chance for something more.

The year before, my family had moved to our own house and I finally had my own room. I also got a new best friend. Our next door neighbour had two daughters and the older one was my age. Her name was Rebecka and we soon became best chums. Her little sister was five and carried the name Linnea, which in my opinion is one of the prettiest names for girls.

But Linnea herself wasn’t very pretty. She was skinny and tall for her age and if I should describe my impression of her in one word the word would be “grey”. She had a very plain, almost boyish face and her hair was… well, it was sort of grey. Later she grew up to be a lovely lady, but as a five year old she was… well plain and grey, but had good manners and a nice personality.

It all started with a tragedy that could have ended much worse, but it was still a tragedy.

One night in the beginning of the summer we woke up from a lot of noises and discovered that the Karlsson’s house was on fire. We rushed out, of course, to see if anyone needed help. Rebecka and her parents were carried out to ambulances that waited in the street. Becka’s mother was shouting and waving her arms.

“My baby, my baby! Please save my baby! Where is Linnea?”

The firefighters and the policemen just shook their heads and said they hadn’t found her, and the ambulances drove away with blinking blue warning lights. Then I suddenly saw something. In the very back of the garden stood a little figure. I ran over there as fast as I could and found Linnea, unharmed physically but crying from fear and shock. I lifted her up and she clung tightly to me.

My mother saw us and told me to take her inside our house. Then she told the police that I had found the youngest girl and that she was okay. A paramedic came in, gave her a quick exam and then said she was all right.

Linnea seemed better now, and I asked her if she was tired. She nodded her head and grabbed her little teddy bear, so I put her to bed in my room. I told her that her family was going to be fine, and luckily enough it turned out I was right. She fell asleep almost at once and I went out to find out if her parents had been told she was alive and well.

A little while later I climbed down into bed with her and she didn’t notice. I couldn’t really sleep after everything that had happened, so at first I thought I’d watch some TV. But then I suddenly realized I had a little girl in my bed, exactly what I’d been dreaming about!

Linnea slept on her back with her thumb in her mouth and the teddy bear in her other hand. I put my hand gently on her left knee. She didn’t react at all, so I moved it slowly upwards. My heart was pounding so hard that I almost thought she would awaken from the sound of it. Linnea kept sleeping like a baby, and I was very alert in case she should wake up.

Holding my breath, I cupped my hand gently over her little-girl pussy. My own vagina was soaking wet. Linnea still didn’t wake up, but she gave a small moan. Then she sucked her thumb again and kept sleeping.

I looked at her face and right then, I suddenly saw her special beauty. The grey little mouse was lovely, at least at that moment.

Gently I stroked upwards with my hand and it slipped inside the top of her pajamas. Again I held my breath anxious to notice any sign that she was waking up as I slowly moved my hand down and inside her underpants. Linnea sucked more eagerly on her thumb, but kept sleeping as my hand gently caressed her baby-smooth sex.

My heart was pounding hard and I decided to stop before she woke up. She’d been through enough for one day, and I thought that patience was the best way to get what I wanted from Linnea. I soon fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Linnea seemed a little confused. “Why am I here?” she asked. “Did I walk in my sleep again?”

“No,” I said. “Don’t you remember what happened at your house last night?”

She did when she had some time to think, and she started crying a little. “Mummy,” she sobbed.

I took her in my arms and held her close. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “Mummy’s gonna be fine and so is Daddy and Becka! They’ll be back home soon. Till then, you can stay here with me. Would you like that?”

She nodded her head and hugged her teddy bear. Then she smiled all of a sudden. “Look,” she said. “Teddy is okay too!”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Yeah, Linnea, that’s good,” I said. “You were a brave girl and rescued Teddy, didn’t you?”

She looked at me and smiled. “You’re nice,” she said. “I like you, Nellie!”

I gently placed a little kiss on the tip of her nose and replied that I liked her too.

“Wanna play the bed game?” she said.

“Dunno… what’s the bed game!”

Linnea giggled a little. “It’s a secret game only for big girls,” she said. “No grown-ups can know about it!”

“Okay, but who taught you how to play it?”

“Becka… but you mustn’t tell her I told you! She says I can’t tell anyone, or else the police might take us.”

I had a hunch what she was talking about and felt my heart begin to pound. I was overjoyed that Rebecka seemed to be more like me than I had even dared to hope for.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll play. Will you teach me how?”

“Promise first! You can’t ever tell anyone about it! It’s a girl secret.”

“I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die!” I said, making a military salute.

“Good. Okay, first, we take our jammies and nightgowns off.”

YESSSS! I thought. She doesn’t even need to be fooled into undressing — she’s suggesting it herself!

“Fine,” I said with a smile.

She took off her pyjamas very quickly, then I crawled out of my nightgown and panties. Now we were completely naked.

Linnea looked at my small tits. “Becka’s are bigger… but yours are nice too,” she said in her childish, honest way.

“So are yours,” I replied.

Linnea giggled again. “Silly! I don’t have any boobies yet! I’m only five.”

“Flat is pretty too,” I said. “But let’s play now! Show me how to do it.”

“Okay… lie on your back and close your eyes,” she said. “And then you move your legs apart.”

I did as she said — trying my best to hide my excitement, afraid that heavy moaning and such would scare off my potential little lover. Then I felt Linnea climb on top of me. She started to move as if she was fucking, with her little pussy pounding against mine. I placed both my hands on her tiny little butt and helped her keep a steady rhythm.

“Feels good, huh?” Linnea said after awhile.

“Yeah, it sure does!” I said.

Then she wanted to switch places with me. Of course, I didn’t mind that at all. But before humping this sweet little girl, I just had to explore her with my hands.

Linnea gave out a little scream and laughed out loud when I touched her cunt. Her pussy was very warm and her slit felt a little moist.

“You’re crazy, Nellie,” she giggled. “No one has ever touched me like that!”

“Doesn’t Becka?” I asked in a surprised tone.

“No… we just hump each other, like I did to you.”

I let my index finger trail along her moist slit. She shivered when I gently rubbed her tiny clitoris.

“Okay, Linnea… what do you think feels the best, this or the humping?”

Her eyes were wide. “Um… this.”

“Is it even better than when you do it yourself?” I asked.

Linnea looked very embarrassed. “What? I don’t…”

I cut her off. “Oh, yes you do! But it’s okay, everybody does it. Even me! There’s nothing wrong with that.”

I gently placed a fingertip at her tight little opening — but I couldn’t insert it, she was too tight. So I just kept rubbing, because Linnea seemed to love that. And that gave me the courage to try and take our little game to the next level.

I gently kissed the child’s mouth, and Linnea gave me a pleased smile. “That’s so nice!” she said. “Becka never kisses me.”

“Doesn’t she? I wonder why…”

She pouted. “It’s ’cause our granddad once spanked us for kissing. And Becka also got spanked for touching herself once. He said that if a girl touches herself or other girls that way, God will make her hands fall off!”

“Oh, good grief… That’s not true!” I said. “God doesn’t mind when we do things that feel good. Why should he? God wants us to be happy, and if touching each other makes you happy then it can’t be a sin.”

She seemed to believe me, because she relaxed and smiled. So I decided to see if she was willing to take another step.

“You know what, Linnea?” I said. “There are a lot of things two girls can do that are even better than this. I can teach you some, if you want me to.”

She laughed and looked into my eyes. “Better than this? You make me feel all tingly already. What else is there?”

“Well… for starters, I could teach you about how lovers kiss! Open your lips a little.”

She did as she was told and I kissed her again, this time slipping my tongue into her warm little mouth. I remembered my own first French kiss and told her to do as I did, just as Erica taught me to do four years earlier.

“Oh, Jesus,” she said when I broke the kiss. “That made my pee-pee tingle even more. I liked that, Nellie!.”

“So did I, sweetheart,” I whispered. “But don’t call it ‘pee-pee’, Linnea! That’s a word for babies. Big girls like you and me have pussies. Or cunts, if you like.”

“That’s a dirty word,” Linnea said, shocked.

“No, it isn’t! Some people get upset from hearing it, that’s true… but I don’t know why. With me, you can say ‘cunt’, any time you like! I think it’s a beautiful word. And I really like your cunt!”

My own cunt was soaking wet and my nipples so hard that they hurt. I leaned in to kiss Linnea again, and she willingly accepted my tongue in her mouth.

“Okay, Linnea,” I said. “Now it’s your turn to close your eyes and spread your legs.”

“Yeah, hump me,” she said with a happy voice.

And I did just that, rubbing against her for a while. She really seemed to enjoy it. Then I took a break and kissed her some more. First on the mouth, then her neck and shoulders. Moving down even further, I licked her nipples.

Linnea giggled. “That tickles,” she said.

“Bad tickle or nice?”

“Nice! Please do some more!”

I sucked at her little pink nipples, and when they were both nice and pointy, I moved down to kiss her flat tummy, tickling her navel a little with my tongue, making Linnea laugh and peek down at me. “Close your eyes!” I reminded her. “That’s the rule, right?”

“Oh, yeah… sorry!” Linnea replied.

She shivered and sighed when she felt my mouth caress her soft pussy lips. I let my tongue stroke her slit a few times, then took a few longer, deeper licks. She was moaning loudly when my tongue found her little pink clit. Meanwhile, I made another try at finger-fucking her. I carefully pressed the tip of my index finger against her almost totally closed opening, and this time the child’s pussy sort of opened up a little, enough to admit the intruder.

I tried to be as gentle as I could, paying thorough attention to Linnea’s body’s response. She was so tight, so tight — but little by little, she opened up for me, and my finger slid deeper and deeper inside her. It felt as if this little girl’s cunt was sucking at my finger. So tight, yet so willing! I could feel my young lover’s pulse through the tight pussy walls that squeezed my finger. And I loved the feeling.

I licked and sucked and fingered her as tenderly as I could, and soon enough Linnea was moaning with pleasure.

“God, Nellie,” she whispered. “The tickles are coming — and so fast, too!”

It took a moment before I understood what she meant, but I realized that she’d already experienced orgasms, and knew a little more than I had during my first time.

Suddenly she moaned again — and this time, I felt her coming. I felt it inside her pussy, and in her body as it stiffened and relaxed over and over again.

Finally, lying limply next to me, she giggled. “Oh, Nellie, you made even better tickles than Becka does!”

“Thank you, Linnea,” I whispered. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Um… do I have to kiss you that way too?” she wondered.

I stroked Linnea’s hair and smiled at her, shaking my head. “No, you don’t have to! Only if you want.”

Linnea hesitated, looking a bit unhappy. “It’s only fair that I do it to you,” she said. “But… it seems kinda gross. And, I mean, I’ve never done it…”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Like I told you — don’t do it unless you want. I won’t think any less of you, I promise!”

She looked at me without speaking for a little while. “Maybe next time,” she eventually said. “You see, I want to… but I don’t dare. Not yet, anyway.”

I just smiled and kissed her again, knowing that sooner or later she’d come around and do the same to me that I’d done to her.

Linnea sat up and stretched. “Nellie… I’m really hungry! Do you have cereal and milk?”

“Yeah, I’m sure we do,” I said with a smile. “Wanna go downstairs and find something to eat?”

We put our nighties back on and went downstairs to the kitchen. My dad was there, reading the morning paper.

“Oh, it’s two sweet little ladies,” he said with a smile. “Good morning!”

We said good morning back to him, then I set the table for us and took out the cereal from the cupboard and milk from the fridge.

Linnea was a little shy around my dad. Every time he looked at her, she blushed and giggled. Then Mum came down too and she walked up to where I sat at the table and put a hand on my shoulder.

“You did very good last night, young lady,” she said. “So good, I’ll give you double allowance this week!”

“Oh, thank you, Mum,” I said. “Can I maybe have it today?”

Mum went to get her purse and gave me the money. I looked at Linnea and smiled. “Wanna go to the store with me and get some candy?”

Linnea really did shine like the sun when she smiled right then. “Yes, please. Wow, I’m gonna trade Becka for you if your parents will take her! She never shares any candy with me,” she said. Mum and Dad laughed.

I was so happy I had found a little lover… and suddenly she didn’t look grey and plain anymore. Now that I looked at her with love, she was the cutest thing you can imagine. And that was when I got an idea how I was going to make Linnea want to give me the same pleasures that she got from me. I’ll tell you about that next time!

Continue on to Part Two

By Amanda

Checkpoint number two. Mindy was sitting next to me on the bridge, busy sending the logs through the comm link while I was explaining the presence of an undocumented child aboard my vessel to a doc officer who’d decided a bio scan was in order.

“…I told you, she was a stowaway.”

“Why didn’t you report her at the previous checkpoint?” He asked me for the third time.

“Because I didn’t find her until after I was through.”

“That is inaccurate Captain, we found the child prior to entering the first checkpoint,” Mindy corrected. I tapped the mute key on the comm.

“I know this Mindy. I am ordering you not to answer any questions about the girl until further notice. Nothing Mindy, except her name.” The Betty nodded her understanding and I unmuted the comm.

“We’ll be taking her in to custody.” The doc officer finally announced.

My heart froze. That was the last thing I’d wanted to hear. Technically he was allowed to take her, but because she was on my ship, etiquette dictated that I could decide what to do with her between the moment of finding her and when I reached my final destination. What made me most nervous was I hadn’t made any entry in the logs about her. It was my hope that he would not take the time to go through my logs as carefully as he’d gone through everything else.

“Please, Officer Miles, come aboard and let’s discuss this.”

“Federation law is very specific,” he shot back at me. There was a pause, a long pause. “Prepare to be boarded,” he finally said.

I was not normally relieved when dock officers boarded my ship, but in this case, I felt it gave me some hope of keeping the little girl. Either way though, I could see that I would be in this docking bay for quite some time to come.

Twenty minutes passed before the doc officer appeared at the airlock portal. I tapped the soft key on the console and the door released with a loud hiss. The officer stepped onto the ship. “Permission to board, Captain?” It was not a request. Federation law provided that I had no choice but to let him on.

“Of course,” I answered with a polite smile.

“Doc officer James Miles.” He offered his hand and I shook it.

“Captain Melchovic.”

“Well captain, you asked me here so I assume you’re going to plead for me to leave the girl in your care?” I nodded my head. “Federation Law says she’s a prisoner, and due to her age, she’ll be returned to her family.”

“If you’d talk to her, you’d see that she doesn’t want to go back.”

“Look, I know the rule of thumb so to speak, on stowaways. Most captains either put them out an airlock or work them as slave labor until they get where they’re going. I don’t want either happening to a kid.” The officer said in a less firm tone.

“Neither would I. I’m going to take her to Europa and we’ll get her back to her mother from there.” I tried to assure him.

There was a long pause as he seemed to contemplate his options. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let the girl decide what she wants, but either way we have to contact her family to let them know she’s all right.”

“Thank you,” I gasped. Relieved that he wasn’t being a hard-ass about the situation.

“Get her and meet me back here. We need to go into the dock and sign some paper work.”

I hurried up to Star’s room, then ushered her back down to the airlock, a fifteen-minute trek even with me rushing the girl. When we finally got back down to the airlock, we found Officer Miles sitting down, smoking a cigarette. I didn’t mind very much that he was, I simply found it rude that he didn’t bother to ask.

The officer dropped his cigarette on the floor and crushed it with his heavy boot. He then smiled at Star and took her hand, leading her to the airlock. I tried to follow but he stopped me. He then closed the door and began talking to Star. I knew what he was asking her. Had I hurt her, had I raped her, had I forced her to work and so on. I wondered to myself about the rape. We had not slept together since our picnic, and Star had grown a bit distant. I wondered if perhaps I’d gone too far too fast.

After what seemed like an eternity, they both entered the ship again. Officer Miles did not seem happy but Star was smiling.

“Well, I don’t approve of the relationship the two of you have, but since you’re not breaking any laws there’s really nothing much for me to say. Thus we’re going to go put in a call to her mother.”

We walked through the airlock and down a long hall before coming to an office. The dock officer gestured to a pair of chairs in front of the desk before taking his own seat. He tapped the pad in front of the computer console then opened the top drawer of his desk and withdrew a PIC scanner. He leaned across the desk and scanned first my PIC, then Star’s. A moment later he was placing an ultrawave call to Mars.

I wondered what time it would be back on Star’s home planet. It didn’t matter though because her mother answered.

“Hello I am Federation Dock Officer James Miles. We have your daughter here with us. Apparently she stowed away aboard a ship and is now about three quarters of the way from Mars to Europa.”

“They didn’t put the little bitch out an airlock?” I heard a gruff, sleepy voice come back across the connection.

“Ma’am we need to know when you’d like to have her shipped back?”

‘Shipped back!’ I thought to myself. He had said he would let me keep her until Europa if she wanted—if she wanted. I wondered if she had told him she didn’t want to stay with me.

“I don’t want to go back!” Star shouted, sending a wave of relief through me.

“And I don’t want her,” came the woman’s reply, having heard her daughter. “Let her slave away on a ship, maybe then she’ll appreciate what I did for her.”

The dock officer looked upset. He was silent for several moments. “Ma’am I cannot take custody of her without your authorization. I am sending a document through to you now, please review it then put your print on it.” He finally said. He tapped the soft keys on the pad and several silent, agonizing moments passed before the computer chimed, signaling an incoming file.

“There, she’s your problem now.” The woman abruptly closed the connection.

“Well, what a lovely lady,” the officer scoffed. “She has deferred temporary custody to the Federal Transit Authority, and since I am the officer in charge, I am willing to turn over that custody to you. Star seems happy on your ship and has told me that she wants to stay with you. But this is only temporary custody. You have ninety standard days to file for full custody or she will be sent back to her mother.” The officer pulled a tablet from his desk, tapped a few lit softkeys and presented it to me. I read over the document it was displaying before pressing my thumb against the interface pad.

“She’s all legal now?” I asked.

“You have to enroll her in school, provide for her, basically for the next ninety days she’s the same as your own kid. I’m leaving the pad with you, the print has been recorded. It will provide the information you need to file for permanent custody. I don’t suspect you’ll have any trouble getting it.” He looked at Star, “I’m sorry kid, you really got a bad deal when it came to moms.”

“I have Kirstin now, I don’t care about her anymore,” Star said with a smile.

We walked slowly back to the ship and closed the airlock. I felt good, very good. Star really did want to stay, and now, at least for a little while, I didn’t have to do anything shady or illegal to keep her.

We made our way up to the bridge and called over the comm for clearance from Officer Miles to get under way. He cleared us immediately and within a half hour we were heading in to open space.

I walked Star down to the galley and called over the intercom for Mindy to join us. I also asked our engineer, but I knew he wouldn’t come.

“Captain, I will prepare the evening meal,” Mindy said as she stepped in to the galley.

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup,” I told her. “So, Star—you’re really sure you want to stay with me then?”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled.

“You know you’ll have to go to school now, right?” She nodded her head. We’ll get you enrolled tomorrow morning. “You know I only have you like this for a little while. We’ll have to actually get a federal court order for me to keep you forever.”

“I know. I heard. I was sitting right there, remember?” She sounded annoyed, and rightly so. I was treating her like she wasn’t the bright little girl she was.

“Sorry.”

We sat quietly waiting for Mindy to finish cooking. When she finally served the meal Star tore into the food like she hadn’t eaten in a week.

“Star,” I said, trying to get her attention. “You know, we haven’t been spending much time together since our picnic. Did what we did, well did it bother you?” I asked.

“No,” she crammed the sandwich in to her mouth.

“You’re sure?” I said. She nodded her head.

“I was embarrassed. You saw me naked,” she said around her food.

“Oh.” I tried to sound matter of fact. “Well, it’s okay, you know. I mean, you saw me naked too. Besides, you shouldn’t be ashamed of your body.”

“I know, I’m just shy,” she said, eyes on her plate.

Jupiter is huge. You really can’t appreciate how big it is until you see it looming before you while you’re still four days out. It’s massive, taking up three quarters of the forward view port. By the time we were within standard radio range of Europa, it would be all you could see out the port. I reached over and tapped the operations softkey, then slid the powerlevel indicator for the forward magnetic deflector all the way to full. The deflectors normally ran about one third power, enough to deflect normal cosmic radiation around the ship, but Jupiter radiated at a much higher level. By the time we reached Europa we would be operating the shield at one hundred twenty percent of maximum.

I set up the automatic monitor to keep raising the shield level as rads increased, overriding it and allowing it to exceed the design limit. The shields would hold like this indefinitely, as long as there was fuel to turn the engine, but in all truth, I really needed to upgrade my mag deflectors. It was on the to-do list and now with the kid on board it seemed to be gaining in priority. Maybe I would accept the twenty four to thirty six hour delay and do the upgrade while I was in port.

Time to think about it later, I had four days before I’d arrive at the Europa docks. It would be another two waiting to get loaded and if I was lucky I might be able to get the shield updated during that time.

One day out, I switched from ultra wave to standard radio and began a search on the local network for someone that could upgrade my shields. It took me an hour to find someone that could do it while I was docked.

From the bridge I went to Star’s room and asked her to come along with me while I inspected the cargo. I thought it would be nice to spend some time with the girl but I also wanted her to help clean up the mess she had made in the living quarters before I found her.

The cargo hold was fifteen hundred feet deep, nearly one half mile long and another twelve hundred feet wide. It would take more than just a moment to get down to the living quarters which took up less than a standard city block. My ship was not very big however, not until one attempted to maneuver in Europa station. My ship was a Vigo class cruiser, the largest type allowed in the docks. Anything larger had to orbit above Europa and ferry passengers and smaller goods via shuttle.

Large cargo could be docked the old fashioned way. Not a major problem really, until it came to refueling the nuclear engines, or hydrogen cells. While in the docks, the docking apparatus included fuel lines. Refueling was automatic. For the really big stuff, ships as large as thirteen miles by eight miles wide by three deep, the fuel had to be ferried out and it was costly. The nuclear fuel tanks on the big ships were often larger than my whole ship. A break for us smaller haulers, since it made cargo deliveries to one of the Terran System’s oldest ports far too expensive for the large vessles. About the only Jupiter class or larger ships that ever went to Europa were passenger liners.

There was always talk of expanding the upper levels of the Europa ports to accommodate the largest vessles but as yet, no docs had been printed. Honestly it was not in the large hauler’s interest to work within the Terran system. Short runs to Mercury, Mars, Earth or Neptune and Uranus simply did not yield high enough profit to be worth taking. The large haulers were designed for intersystem travel and that was what they were best at. Sixty person crews, luxury accommodations, bettys for each person. It all cost the same amount whether the ship took the fifteen day jump to Century Station, or the fifteen day trip to Uranus. Even the fuel cost was similar since the slipstream did not require the engines to burn once it was entered.

“Quite a mess you made here, sweetie,” I said as we stepped into the room she had spent the earliest part of the trip in. “Well, let’s get to work. I lose pay if these things aren’t perfect when I deliver them.” That wasn’t exactly true. There was no damage to the unit, it was just wrappers and such. It would fall under normal cleaning.

“I’m sorry,” Star said, looking ashamed.

“It’s okay, angel. We’ll just clean it up and no one will ever know.”

We got to work. There wasn’t much to do. We were finished within twenty minutes and headed back up to the bridge. “How do you like classes?” I asked her while we rode the lift. I was lucky, most smaller ships did not have lift systems that could move throughout most of the ship. Mine did. It had been a passenger vessel so such minor conveniences could be expected.

*****

Europa—originally it was established as a research station in the later part of the twenty first century. They bored into the ice, eight miles to the ocean below. The world, at the time just Earth, hoped to find smart little fish swimming around, communicating and using some kind of technology. No such luck. There were however thermal vents at the bottom of the sea around which whole ecosystems had developed. Europa had life, under intense pressure and heat.

Europa Station, as the ports and main hub were most often referred to, had many things. Two shopping malls, hundreds of bars and Betty houses, repair shops, drugs, and a zoo. The zoo featured animals from Earth mostly, but there was a section dedicated to those creatures found under the ice of the little Jovian moon we now orbited. There was also a museum with thousands of exhibits. Star and I were headed this direction. We would muse as the little crab-like animals, jelly fish and squid-like creatures from Europa, and then I would take her to see the extra-terrestrial fossils—skeletal remains found under the Martian surface. They were strange animals. Mostly six legged for those rare ones that moved on land, or odd little snake-like fish creatures I suppose most like eels. It seemed evolution had not had much time to get the fish out of the sea.

We had the time to see all of it. Our cargo had shipped out early on another transport, and we would have to wait an extra two days, four total, in port for another load to be ferried to the station from the planet below. Pissed does not cover the emotion I felt when Europa Ice and Water informed me that my pre-arranged load was gone. I felt a little better when they agreed to pay a six hundred cred per day penalty for having me sit.

The better part of the day was spent with Star and I starring wide eyed at all the strange creatures. Animals from Earth that existed nowhere else in the solar system except this zoo. Animals from Europa crawling around the high pressure tanks. We saw mummies from ancient Earth and fossils from Mars. We even spent an hour taking a virtual tour of the city of Los Angeles as it was in the mid-twenty-first century before it was inundated by the sea during an tectonic shift, and Tokyo, the Japanese city wiped out by an early twenty second century tidal wave. Hundreds of thousands of artifacts adorned a cavernous one square-mile room. There simply wasn’t enough time in a single day to see everything the Zoo and Museum had to offer.

We rode a transport from the zoo back to the ship. Once aboard I walked with Star to her room. There at the door I paused. I didn’t want the day to end, even though I was exhausted from all the walking. I knelt down and looked her in the eyes. “Did you have fun?” I asked. She nodded furiously. With a smile I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back, her lips parted and her little tongue awaiting mine.

“Can we do it again?” she asked me.

“Of course angel.” I stood and walked with her in to her quarters. The lights automatically came on when the door opened and the room was brightly illuminated. “Computer, lights to half,” I said. The computer chimed, indicated that it had understood the command. The lights dimmed. “Think you won’t be so shy now?” I asked. Star smiled up at me.

We made our way to a sofa that stood in the middle of the front room of her quarters. She had left the video system on. I tapped the softkey on the viewer’s interface pad and it shut off.

I sat down on the sofa and pulled her backward into my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I sure have wanted to hold you like this for a long time now,” I told her.

“I like it,” she told me.

I turned her around on my lap and we began kissing—softly—gently. I loved the feel of her soft little lips against my own. I unzipped her jumpsuit—the only item of clothing she owned—and slid it from her shoulders. I made a mental note that we would go shopping first thing in the morning for her.

Star seemed less shy, less embarrassed. I don’t know if it was that I’d already seen her, that she felt more comfortable with me, or if the lower light made her feel better, but she did not make me strip before she could be coaxed out of her clothing.

Once I had her undressed I went to remove my own clothes but she pushed my hands away and began fumbling with my zippers. I took a little longer when all I wanted to do was hold her naked body against my own, but it was worth it to feel her warmth pressed against my skin.

I caressed her entire body. I gently pinched her nipples, kissed them, lapped at them. I rubbed my hands over her back, her bottom and hips. I loved the way this little girl felt. She was softer than any lover I’d ever had. She felt so lovely, so delicate I could hardly contain myself.

Finally I eased my hand between her legs and began to massage her clit. She closed her eyes and let her head fall against my shoulder as I rubbed my fingers over her clit and slid them inside of her wanting sex. She was wet. I wanted to pulled my fingers from her vulva and lap her honey from them, but I continued to rub her, continued to stimulate her, to make her moan and huff.

Little Star gripped my arm tightly and pulled herself against me. She moaned, whined and squealed as an orgasm ripped through her little body.

When it was over Star fell back against the arms of the sofa and dozed. She was too tired to go on, the day had been too much for her. I ached to feel her touch but I didn’t have the hart to wake her.

I slid my hand into my panties as I looked down at her sleeping face. I ran my fingers over my clit and slipped them into myself. I was soaked, my fingers were instantly wet as were my underwear.

I rubbed myself, wanting to draw it out as I looked down on my beautiful little lover but I was already on the verge of climax. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I trembled and convulsed with each wave.

Finally spent, I slipped in behind my darling Star and draped my arm over her waist. “I love you, little angel,” I whispered as I drifted into sleep.

The End

By Puella Amante

Evelyn peeked out through the curtains on the big bay window in her parlor. It was a beautiful summer morning. The sun was shining brightly from a brilliant blue sky.

The drive at the side of the house was worn down to bare earth in the tire tracks, but between those tracks, there was a thriving, humped-up strip of healthy green grass.

The woman watched Mr. Bellows amble up the drive and ignore the stone walkway leading to the wide wooden steps on the large front veranda, heading instead down the side of the house toward the back door.

On that fateful day 14 months earlier, before leaving to board the train that would take him to the Pacific Theater Army Processing Center in San Francisco — Evelyn hated to remind herself of that day — Harold had taken an entire hour to remind her of each of the things she would need to take care of in his absence, consulting a meticulous list he’d written out, which was now pinned purposefully to the wall next to the pantry door in the kitchen.

Mr. Bellows, the black man making his way around her house, featured prominently on that list.

“I’ve spoken to him at length,” Harold had explained. “He’s a good man. You’re to get in touch with him if you need help with anything.”

Mr. Bellows was a handyman in the purest sense of that term. And unlike Evelyn, he was a very good driver, so it was only through this kind, elderly black man, that the woman had any use for the 1939 Plymouth P8 Deluxe Coupe that for the most part stayed cooped up in the double-door shed at the side of her house.

Mr. Bellows regularly drove Evelyn to and from her job at the Woolworth’s store, and every Friday afternoon, as arranged, he would come by, start up the Coupe and drive down to the general store on Main Street with Mrs. Johnson in the back seat so Evelyn could replenish her food and house supplies.

And it was on those Friday afternoons that Mr. Bellows checked the car battery and the oil, and kicked the tires to be sure the car was properly maintained and kept in running condition.

But today was Wednesday morning, not Friday afternoon. And Mrs. Johnson would not be joining him in the Plymouth. She was sending him to pick someone up at an address across town.

Mr. Bellows committed the address to memory without making eye contact with the woman. He’d never learned to read.

Evelyn was nervous as she watched the big car back out of the drive and head off down the street. He wouldn’t be gone long — 20 to 25 minutes perhaps.

She straightened her skirt and looked around the room, trying to calm herself.

She’d woken early that morning, nervous, anticipating, uncertain what to wear. She’d chosen something simple — a very nice, cotton, short-sleeve blouse with buttons down the front, and a modest and plain skirt that fell to just below her knees.

Beneath that modest exterior, Mrs. Johnson had chosen more daring attire, pulling those pretty things out from the bottom of her underclothes drawer that had lain hidden there for the past fourteen months, those lacy things that she’d worn to please her husband.

She actually felt a pang of guilt as she put them on, slowly, delicately, as if she was carefully wrapping a very special gift for a close friend, tucking her lovely breasts into the lacy brassiere, seeing how it barely contained them, connecting the tops of her silky stockings to the straps of her garter belt, and finally, pulling those skimpy bloomers on.

She gasped nervously as she surveyed her sexy image in the full-length mirror on the back of the door to their bedroom. The black lingerie looked so bold on her. She looked positively wicked.

Harold loved her like this — intense, brazen, shameless.

She knew she would be there, like this, for her husband when he came home. She would love him. She would cherish him. She’d be everything he wanted.

But right now, on this day, she needed this for herself. She needed to look good. She needed to feel good. For the first time in fourteen months, she was going to let her sexuality out of its cage.

She’d been a bundle of nerves since Saturday, alternating between intense physical longing and a deep dread, a fear that she was about to do something that might go completely wrong for her. She wanted it so much. It was almost a physical ache. It scared her.

Evelyn was a virgin when she married Harold of course, but sexual feelings had come to her early in life. She’d felt an uncomfortable enthusiasm for those games she played so willingly with other children — those ubiquitous show-me games.

The memory of a delicate scent tickled her as she stood there in the parlor of her big house. That scent triggered a memory of another time and place.

It had been so long since she’d thought of it, years, many years in fact.

It was a warm summer day and she was hidden away in a hot and stuffy backyard woodshed, playing one of those games with another girl. There was a palpable nervous intensity in that shed. There were no giggling boys this time, just the two of them — two girls, playing a very naughty game.

It was Evelyn who pushed the game further than usual, not just pulling her bloomers down to give her friend a quick show, but taking them right off, extending the play.

There was something exceptionally wicked and exciting about doing that with another girl, sitting up on the wood pile, leaning back, lifting her dress, spreading her legs wide, letting the girl see her like that, even reaching down and pulling her lips apart so the girl could look between them, showing her everything.

And then her young friend returned the favor.

That ancient, childhood memory came back to her now like it was yesterday, being there in the shed, looking at the soft folds of her friend’s immature little cunt, seeing it naked, the shape of it — so much like her own, but different too. It seemed puffier, and the little bump between her lips was bigger and sticking right out.

Without even thinking, she had leaned closer for a better look. It was then that the scent had come to her, a sweet-sour girlish scent.

Something clicked inside the woman, stirred by that sweet memory, an uncomfortable association that resonated within her… understanding. She squeezed her thighs together unconsciously. Everything about this made her nervous.

Throughout her teenage years Evelyn had been a proper girl, dutifully saving herself for the man she would marry.

And when marriage came at nineteen, Evelyn was finally able to embrace her sexuality. She quickly came to love sex. It became a very fulfilling part of her young adult life, having a lover, coming together regularly and often to share uninhibited intimacy and urgency, taking care of each other.

But all of that was gone now.

She had every intention of being a good wife for Harold and waiting patiently for his return from the war. And in the mean time, she thought she’d been quite successful in locking up her adult sexual passions, her desires, her feminine needs. She had very deliberately folded them all up and placed them carefully in a big wooden chest, packing them away for safe-keeping, like precious possessions that she would not be needing for a very long time.

But someone had found that chest and opened it, rummaging through the contents, and now Evelyn Johnson was standing in her parlor, filled with sexual passion and urgency, consumed by it, like fourteen months of unfulfilled need had suddenly overwhelmed her all at once.

She was fully aroused. Her adult cunt was warm and moist, and humming softly to her, conspiring against her better judgment, sensing imminent release, anticipating a workout.

Evelyn shook her head, trying clear it. She was still struggling with the lewd and frightening reality of what she was about to do.

It might have been understandable to anyone, even the most pious of people, that a healthy young woman like Evelyn, left all alone, might have needs, desires, passions that might make her think about straying, and imagine seeking release from a source other than the most current version of her now-stale fantasies of her absent husband.

Although an unfaithful act would be completely inexcusable, any reasonable person might easily say, ‘Yes, I can see how she might be tempted.’

And after so many months, tempted she was.

In fact, it had progressed well beyond temptation at this point.

The deal was actually sealed. Before this day was done, 28-year-old Evelyn Johnson was going to be unfaithful to her dear husband. He was away fighting in the war, and she was going to cheat on him. She was going to fall purposefully and willingly into an illicit, physical encounter with a stranger, someone she had just met, someone who was coming to visit her. She had planned the whole thing. She was going to have sex with another person.

But it wasn’t the milkman, or the baker, or the man next door, or her priest, or her husband’s brother who was coming to visit her that day. In fact it wasn’t the need to be penetrated deep and hard that had driven her to extract her lacy under things from hibernation and put them on. It wasn’t the want of love from a big strong handsome man that had fired up her sexual passions and lured the 28-year-old into infidelity.

It was something completely different, something out-of-the-ordinary, something soft and cuddly. It was a cute little bundle of girlish femininity.

Evelyn had just sent her driver to pick up a pretty little nine-year-old who she’d spent some time with in the change room at the Woolworth’s store the previous Saturday.

Something happened to Evelyn in the change room that day. A very naughty and wicked little fire began to burn inside her as she stripped that little girl nearly naked and helped her try on a dress. Being alone with that pretty little girl, taking her clothes off… it felt good, it felt very good. It felt better than she’d felt in a very long time, and she wanted more.

When Evelyn came out of the change room, she gave the little girl’s aunt some money in exchange for having the youngster come to her house one day a week, to help her with the cleaning and chores.

Evelyn’s adult cunt purred softly, whispering sexy things to her.

She had plans for that little girl, and contrary to what her aunt might believe, none of those plans involved housework.

She had nervously mapped the whole thing out like a master criminal planning the perfect caper, leaving nothing to chance.

She was certain she knew how to approach the girl. She was going to move slowly and cautiously. She was going to give young Rebecca the comforting gift of adult attention and approval, and genuine friendship. She was going to offer the girl that special kind of unconditional, parental-style love. She was going to make friends with that poor, lonely little waif. She was going to pull the girl to her bosom, and cuddle her, and hug her, and kiss her in a very motherly way.

And then, when the time was right, once the girl’s guard was down, Evelyn was going to gently offer the nine-year-old a very different kind of love, a warm, grown-up, feminine kind of love.

Those motherly hugs and kisses were going to become measurably more intimate. She was going to let her slender adult fingers take very deliberate and increasingly sexual liberties with the girl, finding the chinks in her thin armor, sneaking under her clothes, touching her, inching closer and closer to those tender, private places, flirting with her, flattering her, whispering soft words of encouragement, calming her, caressing her, molesting her, seducing her.

It was almost unthinkable. It was like she’d fallen asleep one day, and woken up in another world.

Evelyn was a happily married woman. She had never before imagined being unfaithful to her husband. And yet here she was…she had just issued instructions to her driver, her handyman, telling him to go and fetch a pretty little girl, and bring her back to the house… for sexual purposes.

And the things she was planning to do to that child… well, let’s just say that Evelyn had no intention of limiting herself to a few nervous hugs and discreet little touches.

She was going to take her time, but Evelyn was an extremely motivated adult woman. And she was in an elevated state of sexual arousal. She was in heat and she was determined that she was not going to be denied her delicious little prize that day. Everything was going to go according to plan.

Her instincts had taken over. This had become a predator-prey situation in its purest form. She was going to be on that little nine-year-old like a hungry lioness on a defenseless lamb. She was going to lure that unsuspecting little girl into her lair, coax her gently out of her clothes, and then devour her — slowly, intimately, sexually.

After fourteen months of complete sexual denial, Evelyn was consumed by a powerful hunger. She needed to feed, and there was only one thing on the menu — a sweet, immature little girl, with a completely hairless, tasty little cunt between her legs.

Whatever else happened, and whatever the consequences later, Evelyn Johnson had made a solemn promise to herself — before the day was done, she was going to put her adult tongue in that little girl.

It was pretty much all she had thought or dreamed about since Saturday. It was more than a fantasy. It was a consuming passion. The woman was driven by a lewd, lascivious and absolutely irresistible desire to make love to the nine-year-old girl that she’d stripped nearly naked in the change room at the Woolworths store where she worked four days earlier.

She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to control her intense arousal. It was intoxicating. She had to consciously force herself to calm down and take her time. She didn’t want to rape the girl.

Evelyn crossed the room, her eyes unconsciously drifting, looking for anything that might distract her and clear her dark thoughts.

She stopped to look at a very familiar spot on the wall. It was cutout of a poem that had been hung in a very decorative, carved wooded frame. It was a bit of an heirloom, but not one that was worth any money really. It had come to her from her grandmother.

There was a prominent bold heading across the top, with an eight-line poem underneath. It read:

Harper’s Weekly, September 17th, 1887

Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is loving and giving
Thursday’s child works hard for a living
Friday’s child is full of woe
Saturday’s child has far to go
But the child that is born on Sabbath-day
Is bonny and happy and wise and gay

Her eyes lazily scanned each line, and then drifted back up.

Evelyn’s adult cunt flushed as she let herself twist the third line of the poem into a lewd thought. ‘Wednesday’s Child…hmmm, would she be loving? Would she be giving?’

Evelyn was certain that she would.

The woman’s heart leaped when she heard the squeak of the Plymouth’s springs, as her car bumped up over the small, dirt hump at the end of the drive. She sailed quickly across the floor to the front window and peered out through the curtains, watching the big car come to a stop near the stone path up along the front of the house.

Evelyn stepped quickly to the front door and opened it. She stood there holding the screen door open as Mr. Bellows stepped out of the car and walked around to let the girl out of the passenger side.

The woman watched expectantly, hopefully, as the girl stepped tentatively around the front of the car, looking nervously up at the big house.

There was a moment of hesitation when their eyes met, then recognition.

Evelyn felt a flush of warmth sweep over her as the girl smiled and quickened her step, bounding up the stone path to the front veranda, leaving Mr. Bellows alone by the Plymouth.

“I’ll just leave the car here then ma’am, and I’ll be back at four to bring missy home?” the man said.

It wasn’t really a question, though it was worded like one. He was simply confirming the arrangement and the woman’s expectations of him.

“Yes, thank you Mr. Bellows,” Evelyn said.

The girl was stepping lightly up onto the veranda as Evelyn watched the black man amble down her drive, walking away from the house.

She glanced quickly around at the other houses, unconsciously checking for nosy neighbors. No one seemed be taking notice of the girl’s arrival.

Their eyes met once more as the girl arrived at her door.

“Hello, Rebecca,” Evelyn said sweetly, almost overwhelmed and completely disarmed by the charming beauty of the little angel on her doorstep.

There was something different, like a shiny newness in the girl, that made her look even prettier than Evelyn remembered.

“Come in, c-come in,” Evelyn stammered, opening the door wide.

The woman very nearly swooned as the pretty little lamb stepped willingly into her lair. Evelyn paused to take a deep breath as she turned to close her front door. The metallic slap of the deadbolt lock falling into place seemed ominous and final.

It was almost too good to be true. She had the entire day to make it happen. She had a pretty little girl all alone with her in her home…an innocent, juicy little peach that was ripe for plucking.

Evelyn closed her eyes and forced her lurid fantasies into remission, driving those lewd thoughts from her mind, composing herself before turning to face the child.

“My goodness,” she blurted clumsily. “You look absolutely lovely today, Rebecca.”

The girl grinned and blushed.

She looked so different from their first meeting, four days earlier on the floor of the Woolworths store downtown. She had seemed so unkempt, so waif-like that day, with her unkempt hair and her unwashed look — like a beautiful but tarnished piece of silver.

But today, her natural beauty was shining through. She looked fresh and clean, lovingly groomed. Her hair was pulled into ponytails and tied with red ribbons on each side of her head. Her high-trimmed bangs highlighted the charmingly girlish look of her lovely face.

And the dress was nice — not new, of course, and perhaps even a hand-me-down, but lovely nonetheless. It was a typical girl’s summer dress, a short-sleeved, pale green button-back thing that flared out in a wide skirt that hung to just above her knees.

And those little knees were naked, inviting the woman to imagine those equally naked, soft girlish thighs hidden under the material of that summer dress.

Rebecca’s tall white knee socks were tucked into a pair of scuffed-up canvas sneakers that had probably been white at one time, but could now only be described as dirty grey.

“Here, let’s take these shoes off,” Evelyn said, kneeling in front of the girl, tugging at the laces on her sneakers.

The woman had a very defendable reason to remove the girl’s shoes. She truly did not want Rebecca traipsing around her house, or walking on her Persian rug, wearing a pair of dirty sneakers. But, as she removed the girl’s shoes and turned to place them on the mat by the door, the reality of that moment was not lost on Evelyn. She was intimately conscious of the fact that these little shoes were only the start.

The woman’s eyes browsed up the girl’s body, hesitating momentarily at a spot just below her waist. The pale green dress hung loosely on her, disappointingly hiding all evidence of shape or form underneath, but she paused anyway, letting herself anticipate the inevitable unveiling of Rebecca’s undergarments, allowing herself to imagine the shape, the color and the texture of the pretty little bloomers the girl had chosen to put on that day, allowing herself to imagine what it was going to be like to take them off her.

Their eyes met. The girl looked so expectant, so compliant. But there was a hint of vulnerability and nervous uncertainty there as well.

Evelyn smiled, reassuring the girl. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said warmly, rising to her feet, taking Rebecca’s hand in hers. “We’re going to have so much fun today.”

Evelyn led Rebecca into her parlor and sat down on the big, high-back sofa, leaving the girl standing in front of her, still holding onto her hand.

The woman actually twitched, feeling a nervous ticklish sensation flicker its way across her adult cunt as she looked at the charming little nine-year-old standing in front of her.

Evelyn responded instinctively to a momentary impulse, and moved prematurely, parting her knees, inviting Rebecca to step between them, wrapping her arms around the girl, giving her an innocent little hug, hoping that she hadn’t erred by moving too quickly.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m so glad you came today,” she whispered softly, urgently, confessing her desire, apologizing for it.

Evelyn bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, disappearing into a wonderfully warm sensation as she felt the little girl’s arms wrap around her, and hug her back.

“Mmnnngh,” Evelyn sighed softly, turning her head to nuzzle the girl’s neck, pressing her adult lips onto soft naked skin, kissing her, breathing in a very pleasant, clean scent.

“Mmmm, you even smell irresistible!” Evelyn blurted.

“Um, I had a bath last night,” the girl replied clumsily, as if an explanation was required.

Evelyn pulled back a little and looked into Rebecca’s face. “Oh, did you?” she asked.

The girl nodded. “Aunt Millie didn’t want me to, ’cause I usually have a bath on Saturday,” she explained. “But I cried, and then Uncle Ted said I could have a bath if I wanted one.”

It was Evelyn’s turn to blush. “Oh, really,” she said, smiling warmly at the girl.

The woman had been completely disarmed. Here she had been thinking, and planning, and scheming of the ways she was going to take advantage of this defenseless little girl, and seduce her, and molest her, and use her sexually.

Was it possible that this little girl’s understanding of what was going to happen to her that day was that sophisticated? Could she possibly have sensed how intimate her contact with the adult woman was going to be, to the extent that she was willing to risk a confrontation with her aunt so that she might be able to bathe, and prepare herself for that intimacy?

“And who did your hair this morning?” Evelyn asked.

“I did,” the girl replied, blushing lightly.

“Because you were coming to see me?” Evelyn asked.

The girl’s blush deepened as she nodded her reply.

“Well, it looks beautiful,” Evelyn said. “You look beautiful. And I’m so flattered that you that you did this for me. But I’m curious, what did your aunty think about you looking so nice this morning?”

“Well, she looked at me kind of funny,” Rebecca answered. “And she asked me why I was all dolled up.”

“And what did you say?” the woman asked, remembering the momentary suspicion on Rebecca’s aunt’s face at the Woolworths store on Saturday, when Evelyn came out of the change room with the girl.

Rebecca shrugged.

“Sweetheart, this is very important,” she cautioned the girl. “Remember what I said to you on Saturday. We can have a lot of fun together. We can be special friends for each other, but it has to be our secret. We can’t let your aunt find out. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded.

“Tell you what,” Evelyn said, pulling the girl into another hug. “We can fix this. You can tell your Aunt Millie that I gave you an apron to wear today, so you wouldn’t get your dress dirty. And I’ll send a note back with the driver telling her that you shouldn’t dress so nice when coming to work here. Okay?”

“Okay,” the girl responded.

“And next time, don’t ask to take a bath the night before,” Evelyn continued. “You can have a bath when you get here, if you want.”

The woman almost added… ‘we can have one together’… but cautioned herself against such an intimate reference so early in the game.

“I just have to remember to turn the hot water on before you come,” she added.

The girl pulled back a bit from their embrace. “You can turn hot water on?” she asked quizzically.

Evelyn smiled. “Yes,” she explained. “We have an electric tank that heats the water when we turn it on.”

“Oh,” the girl replied. “My Uncle Ted has to heat up the water on the cook stove out in the summer kitchen.”

Evelyn smiled. She was absolutely struck by the beauty and naivety of this young girl, so soft, so innocent, such a lovely face, such wondrous eyes, such a pretty little mouth.

“I am so glad you came to see me today,” the woman whispered softly, reaching brush a couple of strands of hair off her cheek, watching the girl blush and lower her eyes shyly. “You are so pretty…like a lovely little princess.”

She could sense a little bit of nervousness in the girl’s body, but no serious anxiety, no tension, no fear.

Evelyn leaned forward and touched her lips to Rebecca’s forehead. The girl murmured softly, but made no attempt to pull away.

Evelyn kissed her forehead again, and then inched downward, kissing the tip of her nose, making the girl blush.

Things were happening far too quickly. The girl had just stepped into her house moments before, and Evelyn was already entering the danger zone.

This wasn’t how she’d planned it. This was supposed to be a slow seduction. But she couldn’t stop herself, she wanted this little girl, she wanted to hold her, she wanted to hug her, she wanted to touch her, she wanted to kiss that pretty little mouth.

The woman’s heart was thumping nervously in her chest as she discarded any thoughts of caution and gave in to her immediate desire, making her move on the girl, right then and there.

Evelyn Johnson murmured softly, closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly to one side, and boldly grazed her adult lips down onto the nine-year-old girl’s sexy little mouth — pursing them lightly, kissing her, giving her a series of tender little love-pecks.

And these were not innocent, motherly kisses. These were urgent, insistent, tenderly-placed lover’s kisses.

Her plan was out the window. The woman had no idea where she was going next. She was acting on impulse alone, seizing the moment, reveling in it, feeling her adult cunt flush with warmth as she gently planted a series of tender little kisses on Rebecca’s lips.

And as it happened, she did not have to make the next move. The girl made it for her, murmuring softly, snuggling in closer, slipping her slender arms further around Evelyn’s back, offering the woman a nervous, responsive hug.

It was an extremely subtle gesture, almost unnoticeable… a little murmur of contentment, a timid, girlish attempt at an embrace.

But for the sexually charged woman, it was a signal, a message, received loud and clear. The girl was responding to her. She was receptive. She was willing.

The nine-year-old might not completely understand the significance of those intimate signals, but in effect, Rebecca had just given a grown woman permission to sexually molest her. She might as well have whispered that consent directly in Evelyn’s ear…’It’s okay. You can have me if you want. I’ll be a good girl for you.’

Evelyn moaned softly and pressed her adult lips directly onto the nine-year-old’s mouth, initiating a long, sensuous, closed-mouth, lip-rubbing kiss, moving gently, holding it, making it last.

The girl squirmed tentatively and snuggled even closer, letting the kiss happen.

There was no pretending now.

Evelyn Johnson, a sexually mature 28-year-old, married woman, was all alone in her parlor with a pretty nine-year-old girl. She was sitting on the edge of her sofa with that little girl between her knees. She had her wrapped in a lover’s embrace and was kissing her passionately on the mouth.

No one could possibly have mistaken what was happening in that room for anything even remotely described as innocent.

And there was absolutely no resistance in the girl. Evelyn was in heaven. Her adult cunt was buzzing softly, flushing, lubricating, anticipating a workout with the youngster.

She slipped her lips off the girl’s mouth, tracing a line of tender kisses across her cheek to her ear, taking a moment to catch her breath, whispering softly.

“Mmmm, I want you Rebecca,” the woman confessed in a gaspy whisper. “I want to take care of you. I want to love you.”

The woman moved her knees instinctively, spreading them wider, making more room for the girl between them, coaxing her into an even closer embrace, letting the nine-year-old’s body push the hem of her skirt right up into her lap.

The result was immediate and electric.

The woman’s body jerked excitedly as one of the girl’s soft thighs pressed up against the very center of her adult sexuality.

Evelyn flinched nervously as she felt her body respond, switching to auto-pilot, pressing back, her pelvis twitching, moving instinctively, rubbing from side to side.

It was brazen. It was bold. It was unforgivable. She was rubbing her adult cunt up against a nine-year-old girl’s thigh.

Evelyn felt the girl’s body tremble lightly at that extremely intimate contact and then melt, relaxing completely, submissively, giving in to the woman’s bold sexual aggression.

The cat was out of the bag, and so were Evelyn’s hands, moving, flirting downward, touching the girl, feeling her.

“Oh, fuck, I want you so much,” the woman gasped as she cupped Rebecca’s girlish bum in her hands and gently squeezed those cute little cheeks through the thin material of her little summer dress.

She pulled back looking into the girl’s lovely face, seeing confusion and nervousness, but not a hint of fear. The girl’s lips were parted. She was breathing deeply. Her eyes were half-closed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Evelyn whispered. “I shouldn’t use bad words in front of you.”

She hesitated. The girl looked so innocent, so submissive, so willing.

“It’s just that I can’t help myself, I want you so much.” Evelyn added, leaning down to touch her open lips on the girl’s, letting their warm breath mix.

“I want you so fucking much,” Evelyn whispered, using the word again.

She needed the girl to understand the grownup, sexual nature of the things they were doing, the things they were going to do, and oddly, using that word seemed an appropriate way to do that. It was something intimate, something very naughty that she could share with the girl.

It is important to remember that Evelyn Johnson was not a vulgar woman. She was a proper lady. She never swore, not even in anger. The only time that word ever rolled off her tongue was in the privacy of her bedroom, in the heat of passion, when she whispered that intimate obscenity and others to her husband, conspiring with him in the animal intensity of their sexual arousal.

And now she was using that word with a little girl, for the exact same purpose — for intimacy, and to engage the girl in a secret sexual conspiracy. She was using the word ‘fuck’ to teach a nine-year-old girl about sexual intimacy, to help her understand it.

But she was also holding back.

If the Evelyn had actually been speaking the completeness of her mind in that moment, confessing all of her intimate desires to the girl, then in fairness, she should have added the following:

“I want to lick that pretty little cunt of yours. I want to tongue-fuck you, sweetheart.”

Because that is exactly what the wickedly horny, sexually deprived woman was thinking as the fingers of her right hand slipped down the back of the girl’s legs, flirting their way past the hem of her little dress, finding soft, naked, girlish skin, touching it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” she whispered softly, letting her breath slip between the girl’s open lips, following that breath with the bold tip of her adult tongue.

Rebecca squirmed in the woman’s arms. It all felt so strange, so wicked, and it was happening so quickly.

She knew that funny things were going to happen during her visit with the lady she met at the Woolworths store. She knew the lady wanted to do things with her, things that grown-ups aren’t supposed to do with little girls.

She should have said no. She should have told her Aunt Millie that she didn’t want to work for this lady. And if her aunt insisted, she could have pretended she was sick that day, or she could have told her aunt and uncle that the lady had kissed her and touched her inappropriately that day in the change room.

But nine-year-old Rebecca didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, she talked her uncle into letting her have a bath the night before. And that morning she chose a pretty dress to wear, and fixed her hair up in ponytails with two bright red ribbons.

She knew what the lady wanted from her, and it was a little scary because she’d never done anything like this before. She’d been warned about grown-ups who like to do things with little girls.

But she liked this lady, and she’d made a decision. She’d decided to ignore those warnings.

She didn’t know all of the things that were going to happen to her that day. She had absolutely no sexual experience at all.

And several times over the last four days, when she allowed herself to imagine what might happen in the woman’s home, Rebecca had pictured herself standing in a big room, not unlike the room she was in at the moment. She saw herself just standing there frozen, helpless, embarrassed, unable to move, as the woman slowly and methodically removed her clothes, all of them, unwrapping all of her girlish secrets, stripping her as naked as the day she was born, leaving her defenseless and completely available for whatever it was that those grown-ups like to do to little girls.

So there was absolutely no doubt.

The little girl knew what she was getting herself into when she walked into the woman’s home. She knew that at some point during her visit, she was going to be stripped naked and sexually molested by Mrs. Johnson, and no one was going to come to her rescue.

It made her incredibly nervous and a little scared to think about being bare naked with the lady, and doing naughty things with her, and keeping it secret from her aunt and uncle.

But strangely, it also made her feel flattered and special, and mischievous and tingly in an excited sort of way, knowing that the pretty lady wanted her, had chosen her.

So in a general sense, she may have known what she was getting herself into, but nothing in her young life had prepared her for what she was experiencing at that moment. Her body was trembling, her mind was racing, and her fingers were clenching nervously as she struggled with the alien sensation of having an adult woman’s tongue pushed into her open mouth, circling around, playing with hers, exploring.

And the sound and feel of the woman’s heavy breath and her soft whimpers were oddly familiar. It reminded her of those strange sounds that she sometimes heard coming from her aunt and uncle’s bedroom late at night — nervous, anxious, sexual sounds, sounds that made her feel funny between her legs as she lay there under her blankets.

“Mmmmnth.”

It was the girl’s turn to whimper as the slender fingers of the woman’s right hand slipped up under the back of her dress, up onto the material of her bloomers, touching her bum, feeling it, gently squeezing her cheeks, feeling her up, molesting her.

There was not even a hint of resistance in the girl. There was no effort to protest or retreat from the intimate touch of the woman’s hand.

Evelyn’s left hand joined in, working quickly, hiking up Rebecca’s dress in front, draping it over the material of her own skirt in her lap.

For the woman, it was like the temperature in the room had just gone up several degrees. Down there between her legs, she could now feel the soft naked skin of the girl’s thighs brushing over the tops of her stockings, and above that, touching her own naked skin, and above that, making contact with the warm crotch of her sexy black bloomers.

Evelyn’s pelvis squirmed delightfully, celebrating the intimacy of that contact, brazenly rubbing her adult cunt up against Rebecca’s naked leg.

They were at the threshold.

Continue on to Part Three

By Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2006 }

I am Kirstin Melchovic. I captain the Nova Princess, a freighter I converted from a passenger vessel after taking over the mortgage on it. Five years of my life had been poured into the ship making runs from Earth to Mars or Europa even out as far as Century Station in the Proxima Centauri system. Mostly, though, I ferry ice between Europa and Uranus. I hardly ever took passengers, being that I had only my own state room, my engineer’s quarters and four rooms I’d kept just in case. Besides the flight was not very comfortable since most of the ship had to be kept below freezing to preserve the ice.

My ship was large enough that I could carry sufficient ice to restock a station’s fresh water for at least six months with current recycling technology. Of course like all things the ice routes would eventually dry up due to better treatment facilities and I’d have to find a new type of cargo to haul.

Two hundred years ago on Earth there were people that ferried goods around the various territories in what must have been large vehicles for the times. They were called truck drivers in North America, and basically that was really all I was.

My life was really simple. Gerald my engineer kept to himself back in the engine room. I might only see him once or twice in a month. I entertained myself with ultrawave programs or virtual reality and I liked the solitude. I’d had a few lovers. Once upon a time I’d had a girl in every port, but in the ten years I’d been serving on and now commanding freighters I’d lost interest in women as a whole. Not that I’d gained interest in men, no — and if I had, Gerald was right there. No, he had to content himself with the Betty he’d pulled out of the scrap heap on Mars. For me, things just never seemed to click with any of my girl friends.

After salvaging her, Gerald had wiped the Betty’s memory. Most of them had a huge storage capacity and the lion’s share of it was filled with ways to pleasure us humans. Not ‘Mindy’ as he called her. She had the basic hooker program running, it was in her ROM after all, but he’d nearly filled her drive with engineering information and ship maintenance. Leave it to a gearhead to turn a Betty into an engineering assistant.

I didn’t mind the extra hands, though. I didn’t have to pay her, and her AI wasn’t as plastic as most bots. She could cook and had some basic conversation built in so once in a while I’d have dinner with her. I even slept with her one night, taking my engineer’s suggestion that I ‘get laid’. It was way too artificial for me. Not only that, even though she could really scream and squirm, I knew she wasn’t actually able to come.

As I said, pretty simple. Boring to some, but just right for me. You really don’t want too much excitement during space travel, as it usually means something like a matter of life or death is happening.

My troubles, if they really could be called that, started after picking up two containers from the Demos observatory over Mars. The observatory really had no facilities to speak of, just enough living quarters for the astronomers. But it had a huge port, as it had originally been used as a base station for getting goods off of and onto Mars.

The containers were actually living quarters modules headed for Europa and since I was due to pick up a shipment of ice there I thought, why not get paid for the trip? Once the containers were loaded, the Dock Captain called over standard radio to clear me for launch, and I was on my way.

Everything from here on would be done on ultra wave radio. It took a lot of power from the ship, but faster-than-light communications was critical even in intra-system travel.

Ten days out and at a speed of around one hundred eighty six miles per second, Mindy said something that puzzled me. I was in the mess having dinner and she was cleaning the kitchen when she turned around, tilting her head to the side. “Will the girl eat with you tomorrow?” she asked. I’m sure the lift in her voice was supposed to sound like she was confused, but she could neither mimic the expression or the tone. Questions meant that something did not compute, though.

“What girl?”

“Female, approximate age ten, hair blond, four feet three inches tall. Eye color could not be determined.”

“Did you see a girl at the station?”

“The young female is traveling with us in the cargo hold. She has requested that I do not reveal her whereabouts but I must know if I need to prepare more food.”

“Mindy, damn it, when were you going to tell me about this?” I snapped.

“I was not, Captain, as the female requested. However, she stated that she is hungry and I must now prepare her food in accordance with directive two.”

“Directive two?” I didn’t really understand robotics.

“I can by no act or omission of an act allow harm to come to a human.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I got out of my chair, heading for the cargo hold. “And for fuck’s sake, Mindy — ask Gerald to explain ship’s protocol to you.”

“As you wish, Captain.”

I made my way down to the hold as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to scare the child. I crept through the first set of living quarters, checking closets, bathrooms, everything. If the kid had been there she hadn’t left any sign. I went in to the second set container and in the first room I found a small sleeping bag and a pile of trash, mostly candy wrappers and chip bags. The kid was missing but she’d been there.

I snuck through the container until I came to the last room in the set. As quietly as I could I entered the room and went to the closet. With a deep breath I opened the door.

I almost didn’t see her huddled in the shadowy corner of the small closet. There she was though, pretty much as the Betty had described her.

“What’s your name?” I asked crouching down to be at eye level with her. The girl just stared at me, shaking either from the chill in the air or fear. “Hey kid, what’s your name?” She almost seemed like she didn’t understand the question. “Nombre?” I was getting annoyed at this point. “Hey! Your name kid!” She jumped when I shouted.

“S-Star,” she stuttered.

“Well Star, you’re in some real deep sewage, you know that don’t you?” I was only half telling the truth. Legally I could have put her out the airlock but that wasn’t me, especially not with a child. There was something more going through my head. What could be so terrible to a child that she would stowaway on a ship, especially with the risk involved. The risk of being found, or worse, being on a ship that doesn’t maintain life support in the hold. My ship was a conversion, it wasn’t possible to dump the air in the hold. I wish it was, it’d save a lot of power. And who knows what might have happened to her if she’d boarded a deep-space vessel. Some of the crews of those ships didn’t have women. Some didn’t even have Bettys on board.

“Why are you on my ship?” I asked the girl as we sat down at the table in the mess.

“One ship’s good as ‘nother,” she said.

“No, not really. You’re lucky to be alive. What if I sealed the hold and blew the atmo in there? You’re blood’d boil and your head would pop.” I folded my arms across my chest. The girl was dirty but even under the dirt I could see how pretty she was.

“What’re ya gonna do with me?”

“I don’t know.” I answered honestly. “I suppose put you up in quarters and ship you home when we get to Europa.”

“No! I don’t wanna go home! Please anything else. You can give me to the police or even keep me here, I can be real helpful, but don’t make me go home, pleeease!” she was begging.

“What’s wrong with home?” I asked. Hearing the desperation in her voice piqued my curiosity.

“Dad died ’bout three years ago. Now mom just drinks or smokes Tril all the time ’n she fucks people to get money. We been thrown outta three places ’cause she couldn’t pay the rent ’cause she spent the money on drugs. She even said I’m older now and it’s time I earn my keep. She said she gonna make me do what she does to get money. I don’t wanna do that, I hate all those gross men. They’re all dirty from the mines, and drunk and they’re mean.”

It might have been a lie. The girl might be making this up but, but she might not. Legally I was kidnapping her if I didn’t turn her over to the authorities when I got to Europa. The Federation had a strangle hold on the system. Everything was charted, cataloged, monitored and taxed. But the tighter they held on the easier it was to slip things by.

My ship was equipped with a transponder that had encoded within it’s signal, my license number, cargo and passenger manifest and crew compliment. Highly secure, trusted at all the major checkpoints, and very easy to replace with a jacker. A completely programmable transponder that would say whatever I wanted it to. A good jacker, like the one I had, could cost a year’s pay but was undetectable even with microscan. Basically even the best forensics couldn’t tell the difference between a real transponder and one that had been replaced, not yet anyway. My transponder was nearly always legal, but it wasn’t to tough to reprogram it to show the kid as my daughter.

The hard part came in her PIC. Personal ID chips were harder to tinker with, mostly because the data was encrypted with one thousand twenty-four bit encryption. It didn’t matter much, I seriously doubted I’d even need to add her information to the jacker. They rarely did bio scans at check points. Most of the time they were just in a hurry to get you out of the docks.

My departure scan was on the net by now though so it was better not to change anything at all, otherwise I risked raising the eyebrows of some over paid, over weight federation transport officer. Most of them could care less what you were hauling as long as it wasn’t undocumented explosives or weapons. But there was always that one, the new gung-ho guy trying to make a name for himself.

“Why should I believe anything you’ve told me?” I asked the kid. She sat silently for several minutes before she turned in her seat and pulled her shirt up over her back. Her back showed several bruises as well as some much older scars, even one that seemed like she might have been cut with a blade. I still didn’t know if she was telling the truth but it was obvious that the kid had been through something rough in her life.

The girl pushed her shirt down as she turned back to face me. “Mom was high about a week ago and she tried to make me fuck this man, I told her no. She beat me bad. But I got away, I ran. I hid in Old Town on Mars until I caught a ship up to the station and then I found you.”

I sat quietly for several minutes, contemplating the girl. I found myself wishing I’d installed cryo chambers. It’d be nice to be able to just put the kid in one and let her sleep all the way to Europa. “We’ll you’ve met our Betty, Sorry, Mindy.” I finally said. “Gerald is the engineer. You could be on the ship for a year and never see him. I haven’t seen him since we left Earth docks about a month ago.”

“You’ll let me stay?” she asked sounding a bit excited.

“You know I can’t. I can get you to Europa, maybe even get you in with some people that can help you but I have a ship to run here. I can’t have a kid around.” Something in me went out to the girl though. If I turned her over to some of the shady people I knew on Europa she might well end up in just as bad a situation as she’d come from, and there was little doubt she’d be turning tricks by the time she was sixteen. I knew a forger though, someone that could rework her PIC for her. We could legitimize her being on my ship. A niece or cousin or something. She could even attend class via the ultrawave.

I couldn’t believe what was going though my head. This kid, this stowaway already had me thinking of ways to keep her on my ship. Expensive ways at that. Reworking a PIC could easily cost more than I’d make on my next run. There was something about her though. Like I’d said, she was pretty, and there was something in her eyes. I felt for her, I felt myself draw to protect her.

“If I stay I can cook and clean and stuff.”

“I have Mindy for that, and I don’t have to feed or pay her,” I told the kid.

“I’ll do anything, just don’t send me back,” she pleaded with me.

“Fine — for now. We’ll figure this out when we get to Europa.” Legally speaking I should turn her over to the law at the next checkpoint. Stowing away was a serious crime. She was a kid though and in all reality couldn’t understand how serious what she’d done was.

“First things first. I guess I need to get you a room, and you are in dire need of a shower.” I led the girl out of the mess and to the elevator. We went to the upper deck, the passenger’s area. I gave her a small state room and left her there while I made my way down to the engine room.

“Captain!” Gerald said with some enthusiasm as I stepped into the room. “Mindy said I need to explain ship’s protocol to her. What’d she zero on?”

“Well, we had a stowaway.” Gerald raised his eyebrows.

“And she knew?” I nodded my head. He looked embarrassed. But this was a situation even I wouldn’t have thought to explain to a robot. “You put ’em out the airlock?”

“Course not.” I snorted.

“Man? Woman?”

“A kid.” I answered. Gerald rolled his eyes.

“Well I ain’t no fuckin’ babysitter,” he said.

“I just wanted you to be aware in case you saw her around.” I left him there and headed up to the bridge.

My bridge. More than my stateroom, was my heaven. The ship basically flew itself once you set the course. I just loved to sit up there and watch the stars.

I was absorbed in my thoughts and the stars just outside my portals when the comm chimed. I rolled my eyes and tapped the transmitter. “Yeah?”

“I’m lost.” I heard Star’s little voice come back over the comm.

“Okay, what does it say on the bulkhead above the comm pad?”

“Four twenty seven G.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.” I closed the comm link and stood up out of the pilot’s seat I normally occupied when I was in the con. I went down to the passenger deck and found Star sitting on the floor patiently waiting for me. “I guess I need for you to follow me around for the next couple days until you learn your way around.” I held out my hand and helped the girl to her feet. I showed the girl where my quarters were as well as Mindy and Gerald’s.

Once Star was sure she could get from her room to mine I took her up to the bridge. I’d never allowed a passenger on to the bridge before. I don’t know why it was that this kid showed up and suddenly there were no rules anymore but that is what seemed to be happening.

Now clean, her blond hair still wet fell around her face. I found myself staring at her. She stood looking shyly up at me with her shining blue eyes. She was actually a beautiful little girl. “Are you hungry?” I asked. The girl nodded her head. The more I looked at her, the more nervous she seemed to be getting. I pressed the softkey on the comm panel and waited to hear the chime. “Mindy, can you bring some sandwiches up to the bridge?” Several seconds passed before Mindy said she’d be up in a few minutes.

“Are you married?” Star asked, obviously trying to break the ice.

“No. Never met a girl that seemed to be able to stand me long enough for that.”

“I had a girlfriend once.” Star said absently. “We kissed a lot. It was nice I guess.”

“Really?” I said trying to sound interested.

“She was kinda like a boy though, like she had a short spiky hair cut and she always kinda dressed like a boy.”

I smiled to myself as she described the little butch girl. I thought it was cute. I was actually not having to feign interest so much. I found myself growing interested in the child. I was about to ask her some questions about her girlfriend when Mindy came through the hatch holding a plate with several small sandwiches on it.

“She’s pretty for a robot.” Star said looking up at Mindy.

“Cybernetic artificial humanoid,” Mindy said dryly. “I am made up of human flesh grown over an endoskeletal structure with a syntho-organic neural net as my central processor.”

Star starred blankly at her for a moment before taking a sandwich off the plate. “Okay. You’re pretty for a Cyber human thingy.”

“Thank you, and if you are interested I am programmed in multiple same-sex techniques.”

“Mindy!” I tried to sound angry but I was laughing too hard. It was no surprise that a Betty, especially one that had been on board a ship for most of her life, or existence, or whatever they call it, would not know what a child was outside of the most crude understanding. “Mindy, she won’t need that type of service from you.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Just leave the plate. You can go.”

Mindy left me there alone with the girl. I ate my sandwich quietly, watching the child. I had not even known her a day but I was feeling a bond with her already beginning to grow. Whether or not everything she said was true was becoming less important. What was important was that I wanted to do something for her. I wanted to take her in. It just seemed funny to me how quickly it was all happening.

*****

Fifteen days out and we were holding behind a passenger liner. The Federated System Liner Queen Elizabeth was passing through the first of two checkpoints between Mars and Europa.

A flash of light indicated the liner’s engines reigniting. Within a few seconds it began to move forward slowly. It was hard to see much detail. In space, lines could be hundreds of kilometers long. The passenger liner, huge ship that it was, was hardly visible to me at a distance of five kilometers, the minimum safe spacing dictated by Federation law.

The comm popped and chimed. “Nova Princess, proceed to dock two fourteen A.”

“Acknowledged,” I responded. “Star, you need to head for your quarters,” I said to the girl.

Star nodded and silently headed through the hatch and toward her room. It took about twenty minutes to get to the checkpoint. I eased into the dock and waited for the docking ring and gang plank to attach to the ship.

The metallic thump echoed through the ship. Any second now a dock officer would be calling on the comm.

“Captain Nova Princess, state your cargo and destination.”

I hit the responder button on the comm. “Living quarters to the Europa colony.” This was a formality. If he was following normal protocol he’d already received this information from the transponder.

Several seconds passed. “Please transmit current logs.” Something else he would have gotten automatically from the transponder. He was just trying to catch any discrepancies.

I turned the pilot’s seat around and slid it to the computer console where I called up the logs and sent them through to the dock officer across our comm link.

“Logs received. Thank you Nova Princess. Disengaging docking apparatus.” I sat back in the seat and closed my eyes. I had to admit I was nervous. It was extremely rare to be boarded, but well, Murphy’s law and all. “Captain Nova Princess, you are free to go, dock officer Reading out.”

I turned my chair back around and engaged the reverse docking thrusters. I felt sweat on my brow as I backed away from the dock and turned the ship back out toward open space.

Once we were under way again I left the bridge and headed down toward the rooms to retrieve Star. I didn’t like the Martian run very much. It was the only one in the system with two check points. The one we had just passed and a second where it intersected with the Jovian route from the inner planets. That was the one that worried me. Lots of smuggling went on between Earth and the moons of Jupiter. The officers tended to be a little more attentive to details.

“Star,” I said quietly as I tapped her door. A moment passed and the door slid into the bulkhead and I found myself looking down into her pretty face. “Would you like to go up to the observation lounge? We could take some sandwiches and have kind of a picnic.” I offered. The little girl nodded her head.

We prepared some food and went up to the observation lounge. It was a huge glass bubble, a room with several lounge chairs that allowed one to sit back and just stare up at the stars. We sat down on the floor and quietly ate our sandwiches while looking out at the majesty around us.

“Does this ship fly faster than light?” she asked me, her eyes fixed on Orion.

“I have a slip stream drive. We can get up to L seven.”

“Seven times the speed of light?”

“No, light speed times itself seven times.” I moved closer to the girl. Over the past few days we’d become quite close. I liked her. She was a sweet kid but there seemed to be more to it. It was a bit frightening. I was beginning to think that I was attracted to her.

Just a hundred years ago the mere thought was a terrible taboo but things change. Especially since the invention of the first Bettys. These days about one in five of them was a child. It was still seriously looked down on but pedophiles had rights, some of them even enjoyed relationships openly.

If I really was feeling what it was I thought I was then it was not the end of the world. But I really didn’t want to be a pedophile.

“Do you like being here?” I asked the girl. As much as I didn’t want things to be the way they were, I felt an overwhelming urge to pursue it.

“It’s pretty,” she said, still captivated by the stars.

“It is, but I mean do you like being on the ship?”

Star looked me in the eyes. She smiled and tilted her head shyly. “I love it.” Star leaned close to me and put her head against my shoulder. “I love you.”

I tried to smile but my mouth had gone dry. I sipped at the synthetic wine I had brought with us. I was trying to think of a way to approach the girl. I wondered to myself how they did it, how did people start these types of relationships?

I moved around until I was in front of the girl. I put my hands on her knees and smiled down at her. “I like having you here,” I told her, sounding shaky. I was nervous. She’d run from a situation where she would have been forced into prostitution. I didn’t want to make her run from me.

Without any idea what the right way to do this was, I just leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. I only held the kiss for a moment before I sat back to judge her reaction.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked me.

“Because I like you.” I pushed a lock of hair from her face. “It’s not like with your mother though. I mean you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Star didn’t say anything, she just leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. I pulled her close, stroking her back. It was really nice, sitting there holding her, surrounded by stars.

Finally relaxing a little I moved her back and kissed her again. Longer this time, parting my lips and flicking my tongue against her lips. Star sat back smiling. “I like kissing you,” she said.

“Me too.” I wanted so much more from the little girl now. I wondered how far she’d be willing to go. Gently I caressed her body, running my hands over her chest, down to her hips and curling my hands around to hold her ass. The feeling of someone so small, such a tiny lover excited me more than I wanted to admit.

I had to be gentle with her. I did not want to frighten her or take things too far too fast. Above all I had to make sure that she had time to say no.

Gently I caressed her tiny body through her clothes. It was an unbelievably powerful experience. This little girl was awakening things in me I did not know had existed.

Suddenly I realized that it all made sense. All the women, all the girlfriends, things had never worked out because they were not what I wanted in my heart. This was it though. This was what I wanted. Having this little girl at my side, touching her, making love to her, this was what I had been seeking all along.

I paused, looking down at her, trying to smile. Timidly I reached out and tugged at the zipper holding her jumpsuit closed. I looked down at her flat chest. Her young flesh was beautiful. My eyes traced down her body to her belly. It was so perfect, so smooth and flat.

With Star’s help I pulled the jumpsuit off of her. She lay before me wearing only a high cut pair of panties, underwear that seemed strangely mature for a girl her age. The child swallowed hard as she studied my reaction to her. “You have to take off your clothes too,” she said, sounding nervous.

I nodded my head. To put her at ease I lifted my shirt over my head, then slid the shorts and thermal leggings I normally wore off. Now I sat in front of her in nothing but my panties. I reached for her panties and tried to pull them off but she resisted.

“You first,” she said. Again I nodded. I’d forgotten how self-conscious Martians could be. The colony had originally been settled by Mormons. Christianity was a distant and nearly forgotten religion now but at least on Mars some of its moral trappings were strong. I leaned down and kissed her mouth before sliding my panties off and tossing them to the side. Star looked relieved. Seeing me naked, she lifted her bottom and allowed me to take her underwear off.

I began slowly, kissing from her lips down her throat and over her chest. She had only the slightest softness in her tiny breasts. Still everything felt so right. Having this pretty little girl as a lover was more natural than any other affair I’d had.

I found myself hesitating, nervous, as I kissed her protruding hip bones. I was aching to taste her young sex but I was afraid she would stop me, that she would lose her nerve.

Finally I found my courage and made my way down her body, coming to rest between her legs. I glanced up at her over her mound. She was looking down at me, smiling. With a smile I pushed forward, pressing my tongue against her clit and sucking it into my mouth. I felt the girl tense, she pulled her knees up slightly and sighed. As I lapped at her tiny clit and caressed her body, teased her nipples, lavished in the feeling of her soft skin she moaned and writhed.

I felt a tiny hand in my hair and noticed that she had begun to buck her hips. She seemed to gasp with each breath, begging for more.

Suddenly She arched her back and pushed her soft sex towards me. I sucked hard on her clit, then slid a finger inside her, causing her to gasp and tremble. I could feel her walls spasming around my finger, and she jumped with each one. It was more erotic than anything I’d ever experienced, feeling a child climax at my touch.

Eventually she relaxed and lay back against the deck. She took long deep breaths, her eyes blank and fixed on the stars outside. I lay next to her, gently stroking her stomach, circling around her cute little belly button.

“Should I do that to you?” she asked. I wanted her to, oh did I want her to, but I just smiled and shrugged. I didn’t want to rush her, we had another twelve days out and I was already finding myself thinking of ways to keep her on the ship.

Star sat up and with a silly grin and kissed me. The little girl began kissing down my neck, working her way toward my breasts. I could tell that she was working up her courage. If she was even half as nervous about this as I was then I don’t know how she was managing to concentrate.

Star finally reached my sex and paused, staring at me. She glanced from my vulva to my face and turned away blushing. “I did this to my friend once,” she confessed, “but this is different.”

“You don’t have to do anything angel,” I assured her.

“I know, but I want to.”

Finally the little girl closed her eyes and leaned in, reaching out with her tongue and touched my sex tentatively. Slowly she became more courageous until finally she was lapping at my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout my body.

Sex had always been something I could have taken or left. I had had many women in my life but I enjoyed something else in the relationships. This was different though. I wanted to hold her, to cuddle her close to me. I wanted to kiss her and feel her little body against mine, but unlike with any woman I’d ever been with, I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to feel her body tremble with orgasm under my fingers. I wanted her to touch me the same way, to lick me, kiss me, to push her tiny fingers in to my waiting body.

The orgasm was building within me. She had slid several of her fingers inside of me and was working them in and out while lapping at my clit the best that she could.

It raced from my loins throughout my body. I nearly screamed, panting, moaning as I orgasmed, once, twice, and to my great surprise a third time before little Star pulled her fingers from my body and slid up to lie next to me.

We dozed next to one another for some time. Now and again I would find myself suddenly awake, looking out at the stars with my little lover pushed hard against me. Her warmth comforted me.

In one such of these wakeful moments I found myself contemplating what it would take to get the girl’s PIC reworked. I knew I had the money, that wasn’t the issue, but finding the right person to do it, someone who could make it undetectable, that was the trick.

Continue on to Part Two

By Tater Tot

Amber came down ready for school and started in on breakfast, sorting through her schoolwork and making sure it was all there. She gave me a kiss on the cheek on the way out, something she hadn’t done in years. I held my hand to it as I watched her head to the bus.

I got back from work a little later than normal, and she was already doing homework. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and started supper. She was finishing just as the spaghetti was ready, so she set the table while I got everything out.

“Mom,” she said in a thoughtful voice as we ate, “what you said last night…”

I waited, then said, “What was that, honey?”

She made an embarrassed face. “About, you know… me, um, doing it to you in the butt?”

“Fucking my ass, you mean,” I replied. “You can say the words, Amber. So… what did you want to know about it?”

“Well, is that something you would enjoy?” she asked with a slight blush.

I laughed and slurped up a noodle before saying, “Yes.”

She twirled pasta for a time, still thinking hard, then said, “How would I know… I mean what’s too… well, when is it too rough?”

“Good question,” I said. “You need a safe word.”

She looked up and said, “A what?”

“A safe word,” I repeated “it’s something you say to tell your sex partner that they’re getting too rough and need to stop. Using a safe word allows you to be able to say, ‘No,’ in a way that you’ve both agreed on.”

Her lips were pursing in thought as she contemplated all that. She started nodding to herself slowly, then said, “Do you have a safe word?”

“Santa,” I said.

She looked up at me for a moment, then comprehension hit and she said, “Oh, so if we were… well,” then in a whisper, “fucking, and it got too hard, you would yell ‘Santa.'”

“Yes,” I replied seriously. “And you would have to stop immediately, no matter what. Your sex partner has to know they can trust you if you’re doing things that can be painful.”

More deep thought. “Then why do stuff like that?”

I grinned and said, “You like being rough, don’t you? Pushing me down, or grabbing my hair and forcing my face into your pussy?”

She blushed and looked down again, but I waited and she eventually glanced up to see me waiting without a smile. “Yes,” she whispered.

“That’s normal,” I said. “People enjoy being aggressive, and people like being submissive. It excites me to have you using me as your sex toy. And it excites you to use me that way. We just need to make sure we understand when to stop.”

The blush faded as she listened. “Okay,” she said slowly. “I’ll always stop if you say Santa.”

“That’s my girl,” I said, then started cleaning up the dishes.

After dinner, Amber sat with me again, but we just watched TV and talked about school and regular things.

*****

Kathy’s husband was back, so Friday was another horny day. Masturbating just wasn’t cutting it any more, though it kept me sane.

Amber was focused on schoolwork, but by the end of dinner was getting twitchy. I didn’t acknowledge it, just let the night run like normal.

She was naked and in the bed as soon as I got there. I laughed and pulled her close, saying “A little early, aren’t we?”

“God, Mom,” she panted, “I can’t wait anymore. Please start now, please!”

I laughed again and turned out the lights, pulling her close again. “What’s tonight going to be?”

“Can we… can we do something I heard about?” she asked hesitantly.

I paused, then said, “Maybe, but I don’t want this to be like a reward night.”

“I know, Mom,” she said, “but I heard about something called a 69, and wondered if you would do it with me.”

Crap. Way too horny to turn that down.

“What do you think that is?” I asked.

“Well… it’s when two girls… well, they lick… um, each other at the same time,” she stuttered out.

“I see,” I said, “So you want to lick my pussy?”

Amber caught her breath, then said in a whispery voice, “Y-yes.”

“And you want me to lick your pussy at the same time?” I asked.

“Uh… y-yes.” she grunted.

I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Do you want to be on top licking my pussy, or should I be on top licking your pussy?”

No decision necessary. Amber swarmed up my body, spun around and buried her face in my pussy as she pushed hers down onto my face. Her hands wrapped around my hips, her fingers digging into the crack of my ass as she thrust her tongue in deep, then started licking frantically.

The little sex fiend came all over my face as soon as my tongue hit. Her lips continued to worry my pussy as she ground against my face, spraying me. When she regained control, she got back to driving her tongue in deep, then found my clit. Within a couple of minutes my juices were running down my ass and I was moaning into her cunt. I came a couple of minutes later, groaning loudly as her tongue lapped me like a dog.

I was nursing her pussy, feeding on her juices. I brought a finger up and let it get good and wet before drawing it up the crack of her ass. She was totally concentrated on my mouth now, barely licking me, but holding tight and tossing my hips around in her excitement. When my finger reached her asshole I let it start to slide in. Amber pushed her face deep into my pussy again and grunted “Mom!” in a muffled voice.

When I got past the sphincter and pushed in to the second knuckle, she came with a scream. Her head pulled back and she ground her hips hard into my face as she squirted directly into my mouth. I kept my finger in her ass and moved it in and out as I tried to hold on to her. She screamed again and started bucking on my body like she was in a rodeo. I had to pull my finger out of her ass or it would have broken.

She eventually calmed down and I licked her clean, but she was fast asleep again so didn’t notice. I pulled her up in bed and snuggled her in.

*****

I had a couple of scratches on my ass where Amber’s nails had dug in, and I could feel them when I woke up. Gotta get her to trim those nails, I thought.

I let her sleep a couple of minutes late, but woke her up on my way to the kitchen. She was rushing a little when she came down for breakfast, but stopped to make sure all her homework was sorted correctly.

“Mom,” she said after she sat down, “what you did — you know, with your finger in my butt — isn’t that kind of dirty?”

I ate some cereal before saying, “No, honey, not really. Most of the time if you keep yourself clean, it’s not an issue. If you know you engage in anal sex, you make a habit of washing carefully down there.”

“Oh,” she said quietly, then said, “I liked it.”

“I know,” I said with a grin, getting one back.

I called Kathy as soon as Amber left for school, but the hussy was out of town. Self-abuse time.

*****

At dinner, Amber asked, “Is it… do we… well, is…”

“Reward tomorrow?” I asked.

“Well, yeah,” she said.

“Sorry, honey, as much fun as that sounds we’ll have to wait until next week. But we can do a regular session tomorrow night,” I said.

She looked incredibly disappointed, but just said, “Okay, Mom.”

I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, saying, “You’re the best, kiddo.”

*****

Saturday night she was in bed when I got there, making me laugh and getting a grin from her as she said, “It’s been forever, Mom!”

I laughed again, turning off the light and snuggling up behind her. Kissing her cheek, I said, “Do you have something special you want to hear about?”

“Can you… well, about… us fucking?” she said, whispering the last part.

“Okay, honey, let me think… okay,” I said, then started. “We are driving back from Grandma’s house and you’re sitting close to me, playing with my pussy,” I said, immediately getting a moan from her. I am seriously starting to envy this girl, I thought with a grin.

“You’re very excited, and had told me not to wear panties so you could play with my pussy on the way back,” I said quietly, letting my hand slide down to her pussy. She was making short grunting noises, her hips humping forward and back in her excitement. “You tell me to turn off at the next exit, then make me park in the back of a dark parking area. I shut off the car while your hands start squeezing my breasts.” I let my hand come up and fondle her breasts for a second, then slide back down. “You’re panting with excitement as you tell to unbuckle, then slide over to the middle of the seat. You push my head down and make me kneel on the seat, my ass pointed toward you. ‘Amber, someone will see,’ I tell you, but you just flip my skirt up, then reach up and grab my hair. Leaning forward you whisper, ‘Beg me to fuck you, Mom.'”

Amber went off like a rocket, one hand grabbing my wrist and holding my hand on her pussy, the other my hair as she lay on her back again, her hips arching up. She pulled my head against her, then let out a loud scream as she sprayed my hand. I bit her nipple since I was there, getting a louder scream and having her body slam down and back up very quickly. She pulled so hard on my hair that my head was forced sideways as she made whimpering noises and her pussy spurted softly twice more. God, it was a huge orgasm. The girl was going to get dehydrated if I wasn’t careful.

My hand was dripping when I finally got free, so I licked it clean as I looked down at Amber, now asleep with the most satisfied look on her face. I shook my head and spent a while licking her clean as I fucked myself to an intense orgasm.

*****

I woke up first the next morning and held her for a bit, enjoying the closeness. She eventually twitched awake and turned on her side to look at me. She took a moment, then said, “I was hoping to last longer so I could find out what happened in your story.”

She sounded so disappointed that I had to laugh, this time just getting a sheepish grin in response. “Sorry about that, honey… but I would pay good money to have orgasms like you do!”

“Really?” she said brightly. “Cool!”

I laughed again, fluffing her hair and pushing her to get the day started.

She was heading over to a friend’s for the afternoon, and gave me a kiss on the cheek again on the way out.

We had fun the rest of the weekend, making popcorn and watching a movie that night.

*****

Report cards were coming out Friday, and Amber could hardly contain herself.

Tuesday and Thursday were a repeat of Saturday, with me starting a story about her fucking me and Amber having an overwhelming orgasm before I could finish. At least on Thursday, I’d gotten the story to the point where she had me bent over the hood of the car and had just stuck her strap-on cock in me before she came with a scream. Both nights she was pretty violent in her orgasm — yanking my hair, even biting my shoulder at one point. Never drawing blood, but very aggressive and dominating.

Friday morning, Amber was very excited, so I laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek as I set her breakfast down, saying, “You’ll need to calm down, or you’ll never be able to concentrate in school today. Tonight is a calm night, so no need to get to wound up.”

“I know,” she said “I’m just excited. God, I can hardly wait!”

I looked at her seriously for a second, then put my finger on her lips and said, “Take a breath and calm down, sweetheart. You get yourself so excited that I worry you’ll do something at school that will make people suspicious.”

She shook her head and said, “It’s not like that, Mom. I’m good at school, but I get… horny,” she blushed and looked down before saying, “when… when I’m with you.”

I giggled. The idea that I could make someone that horny was too much for my ego to let go. “Okay, honey, but I did want to talk to you about that.”

She perked up and listened as I said, “You get so aggressive when you orgasm that I worry what you’ll do when you’re fucking me,”

The ‘fucking me’ part got her excited, of course, but then she realized what I said and her face fell. “Really?” she said in a disappointed voice. “I didn’t… I wouldn’t… well… I’m sorry,” she said sadly.

Amber looked so down that I had to pull her in my lap and hug her, saying “It’s not that bad, baby, but I wanted you to be aware of it. If you have a cock in my pussy or ass it can hurt if you’re too rough.”

Damned if she didn’t moan when I said that! My daughter really was getting to be a little nympho when it came to sexing her old mom.

“Okay, Mom,” she said after panting for a moment. “I’ll be really careful and you can let me know what’s okay.” She ducked her head and blushed as she said, “But I really… well… sort of liked…”

“You really wanted to throw a hard fucking to your mom,” I said, knowing it would make her nuts with desire, but she would have to just handle it.

Sure enough, she closed her eyes and groaned. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“We’ll work it out, baby. Now you need to get to school!” I said with a laugh

That afternoon Amber danced into the house, massively excited, so I knew someone had all ‘A’s. She jumped up and hugged me tightly as she yelled and screamed. I laughed and fought her off, eventually getting her calmed down.

Her energy didn’t wane and she followed me around all night, making me laugh a couple of times when I caught her staring at my ass. When she was just sitting on the couch with me, unconsciously grinding her ass down into the cushion, I laughed and said, “We’ll never get to sleep like this. If I were to find a naked girl in my bed, though, I might be convinced to eat her pussy for a while.”

With an excited squeal, Amber jumped up and bolted from the room, racing upstairs.

That night, she came three times in thirty minutes whan I ate her, screaming and yelling louder than normal, but not pulling my hair or scratching. She damned near drowned me in cum by the end of it, though, requiring me to take a quick shower to wash it out of my hair. She was totally passed out, draped across the bed with her ass resting in the large wet spot she’d made.

She keeps this up, I’ll have to replace the mattress, I told myself.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Puella Amante

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

It is 1943, and it has been more than a year since Evelyn Johnson’s husband went away to the war…

Evelyn could hear them even before they pushed through the big double doors at the front of the store, a lot of chatter, female voices, excited, expectant.

Saturday mornings in the Woolworths were never very busy — a few ladies in for yarn or other mending stocks, snotty-nosed kids with no money to spend, the teenagers didn’t show up at the soda fountain until well after the noon hour. So it broke the monotony, having a group like this come in.

“White trash,” Evelyn thought with some distaste, as they swept through the door in a chattering mass. “Probably not a nickel between them.”

But she welcomed the distraction and maneuvered, in her practiced way, to intersect their path down the center isle of the store.

There were four of them, a woman and three girls who looked to range between maybe 9 and 14 or 15 years of age.

Evelyn did her best to sound polite as she walked up. “Is there something I can help you with?” she asked quickly looking over the girls, then making direct eye contact with the woman.

“Why, yes,” the woman answered quickly. “My sister going to be wed and my two girls here are going to need dresses. We’ve money to spend and we’re looking for something nice.”

Then, as if it were a bothersome afterthought, the woman added, “And something for the young one here too, but nothing fancy there, mind you.”

“I understand completely,” Evelyn responded.

She felt a little flicker of something spark up inside her as she turned to size up the youngest of the three girls for the first time. She was a tall, slender girl, but clearly no more than 9, maybe 10. She had short-cut bangs across her forehead that made her look almost boyish, and shoulder-length brown hair that undoubtedly had not seen a brush or comb that day.

The poor girl looked and obviously felt out of place. She blushed and retreated from Evelyn’s gaze, lowering her eyes. She was the poorest dressed of the group as well. Her light cotton smock was thin and threadbare in places.

The girl was definitely pretty but that wasn’t immediately obvious on this Saturday morning, with her peasant dress and her unbrushed hair. She was just another poor little waif from Podunk.

Evelyn turned her head and called out.

“Oh Mrs. Thurston,” she said, waving to her assistant. “Mrs. Thurston, can you help this lady…” she hesitated, turning to the woman.

“Mildred, Mildred Tanner,” the woman filled in.

“Ah, Mrs. Tanner, she’s looking for dresses for the girls here,” Evelyn continued. “If you can help her with the older girls, I will find something in the children’s section for this little one.”

The group dispersed, with Evelyn leading the youngest girl off to the children’s section. She sized the girl up quickly with her eyes, and remembering the woman’s words, “nothing too fancy there, mind you” she selected a couple of appropriately sized dresses off the sale rack, and then led the youngster into the change room in the corner.

She could hear the woman, Mrs. Thurston, and the other two girls gabbing away down the back of the store as she closed the door to the change room, which doubled as a bit of a broom closet and storage room. There was a hook on the wall and a chair in the corner. Evelyn yanked the chain on the bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling, then hung the new dresses on the hook, sat down on the wooden chair and reached out for the young girl’s hand.

“And before we get started, why don’t you tell me your name,” she prompted the girl.

“Um, Rebecca,” the girl responded in a nervous whisper.

“Ah Rebecca, that’s a nice name,” Evelyn said. “And how old are you, Rebecca?”

“Nine,” the girl murmured softly.

“And is that your mam out there?” the woman asked.

“No, that’s my Aunt Mildred,” the girl replied. “My ma died last year.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Evelyn said, squeezing the girl’s hand gently in hers. “And those gals are your cousins?”

Rebecca nodded.

“And what about your pa, where’s your pa?” Evelyn asked.

“Um, he’s in the army,” the girl said.

“Oh I see, so you have to live with your aunt until he comes home?” the woman said.

The girl nodded again.

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” Evelyn asked.

Rebecca shook her head no.

“Well, do you know what?” the woman asked with a warm smile.

“What?” the girl asked.

“You and I have something in common,” Evelyn said. “Because my husband is away in the army too and I miss him.”

The girl smiled.

“And you know, I think girls like us need to take care of each other until our men come home, don’t you,” Evelyn said softly, smiling at the youngster.

She hadn’t really meant anything by the statement. It was simply said in kindness, but as the words left her mouth, Evelyn found herself surprised at the level of intimacy they suggested.

Both of them blushed.

“Well, here,” Evelyn said, turning Rebecca around. “Enough girl-talk, let’s see if one of these pretty dresses will fit you.”

The girl was like putty, allowing the woman to position her, standing there obediently as Evelyn’s adult fingers plucked at the buttons on the back of her thin summer smock, undoing each of them.

Evelyn watched with detached interest as the material of the girl’s dress parted, exposing the naked skin of her back — soft, white, unblemished skin.

“There we go,” Evelyn said softly. “We’ll just get this off of you, and then we can try on something new.”

The woman reached out and slipped both her hands under the open flaps of Rebecca’s dress, laying her palms gently onto the soft skin of the girl’s back, moving them upward and out, letting the backs of her fingers sweep the shoulder straps of that smock down onto the 9-year-old’s upper arms.

The woman flinched unexpectedly. Had she done that on purpose — put her hands on the girl? She didn’t think so. But here she was with her fingertips still registering the soft, warm skin of the girl’s upper arms, touching it, feeling it.

She gasped nervously as the material of the smock loosened on its own and then fell, dropping into a heap on the floor around the girl’s ankles.

At 28 years old, Evelyn did not have children of her own. They had been thinking about it, but then the war came and her husband, who was a doctor, was called to service.

So, though Evelyn did not have any experience dressing and undressing children, certainly it couldn’t be a difficult task. But something about this situation, taking this little girl’s clothes off, didn’t feel quite right.

The woman bent over to help the girl lift her feet out of the circle of her dress on the floor, and in doing so her cheek grazed by the loose material of Rebecca’s faded white bloomers, close but not touching. There was something, a soft girlish scent perhaps, wisping through her, evoking something, what — a memory?

Evelyn turned her head slightly, her eyes drawn irresistibly to Rebecca’s body and to the threadbare material of her bloomers, just inches away, seeing the things she could see — the girlish softness of her tummy, the precocious roundness of her young bum… so close. The woman closed her eyes momentarily as she found herself imagining the things she couldn’t see — cute, soft, naked things.

There was a ticklish feeling growing inside her, a tantalizing, lewd, unnatural feeling, a feeling that adults are not supposed to experience while they’re undressing a child.

She struggled to regain her composure as she lifted the girl’s discarded smock and turned to hang it over the back of the chair she was sitting on.

When she turned back, the girl was facing her, standing there naked but for those faded white bloomers, her arms crossed modestly in front of her, her little hands placed over the tiny circles of her girlish nipples, hiding them from the woman.

Evelyn’s adult lips parted, releasing a soft, nervous gasp.

Those eyes, those big, sad, brown eyes — it was like looking into the girl’s heart, seeing her loneliness, seeing her fragility.

“It’s okay,” she whispered softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

It was a strange thing to say, but seemed appropriate.

“Don’t be shy, let me look at you,” she whispered, reaching out for the girl’s hands, tugging gently, coaxing them downward off her young chest.

The girl let her hands fall obediently to her sides, letting the woman see her like that, standing there in her underwear, letting Evelyn see the undeveloped flatness of her girlish chest and the tiny pink circles of her naked little nipples.

The woman felt a completely unexpected flush of warmth between her adult legs as she looked at the little girl standing in front of her, letting her eyes browse their way down that nearly naked body, coming to rest on those faded white bloomers.

It was strange. Her adult cunt was waking up as she looked at the girl. She found herself oddly, silently cursing the girl’s underwear, wishing it away.

She didn’t understand where it was coming from, but she was actually struggling with an almost overwhelming temptation to continuing undressing the child, to reach out and gently peel away that last thin veil of girlish modesty.

Evelyn was experiencing an unexplainable and irresistible desire to see this lonely little waif, this poor, fragile little white girl, in her most vulnerable state. She wanted to look into those lonely eyes and see the girl’s confusion and uncertainty as she realized that she’d just been stripped naked, and that she was all alone with a complete stranger, with no one to protect her, with all of her girlish charms exposed and available.

Evelyn’s eyes focused intently on the front of the girl’s bloomers, trying to see through them. She found herself forming a very naughty mental image, imagining the puffy shape and the creamy texture of the 9-year-old’s immature little cunt, so soft, so pretty, and so close, barely hidden there under the thin, faded material of her underwear-like a sexy little treasure waiting to be discovered.

How long did she stare? She didn’t know. But it was long enough for her adult cunt to respond to that very naughty mental image, heating up, releasing a preparatory flush of warm lubricant into her vaginal canal, anticipating… anticipating what?

Evelyn was shocked. It was almost unthinkable, but there was no denying it. She was a very attractive, very married, healthy, 28-year-old woman. She was in the cramped change room of the local Woolworths store where she worked. She was all alone with a pretty little 9-year-old. She had just removed the girl’s thin summer dress, and now she was thinking about stripping the girl naked.

But what shocked Evelyn to the core of her being, what seemed so completely unnatural, was that through it all, she had become very aroused –sexually aroused. Under the light material of her own summer dress, hidden inside the confines of her own underwear, she could feel the ultra-sensitive knob of her womanly clitoris, swollen with blood, stiffening up. The lips of her mature vagina were flushed and wet. Her adult cunt was humming softly, whispering to her, suggesting some naughty things that a grown woman might do if she found herself all alone with a very willing and very naked little girl — lewd, wicked, things…sexual things.

Evelyn was in heat, and the object of her sexual desire was standing there nearly naked in front of her, defenseless and available.

She let her eyes flirt slowly back up the child’s body, making no attempt to hide her desire. She wanted the girl to know. She wanted to look into those big brown eyes and communicate the lewd intimacy of what she was thinking, what she was feeling, what she wanted.

Their eyes locked, and something passed between them. The girl blushed nervously and looked away.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Evelyn reassured her. “I don’t mean to frighten you. It’s just that you are a very pretty girl, as pretty as a princess, and you deserve to be treated like one.”

The girl seemed puzzled, like she was trying to understand something, but she looked back at the woman, blushing nervously at compliment.

“And if you were my girl,” Evelyn said in a serious whisper, “I would buy you much prettier dresses than these.”

Evelyn reached out and tenderly placed her fingers on the girl’s cheek, brushing her hair back off her face. Rebecca blushed but made no attempt to shy away from the woman’s touch.

“Do you know what?” Evelyn asked.

Rebecca shook her head.

“I think we are going to become wonderful friends,” the woman said softly. “But first we need to talk your Aunt Millie into buying you a dress.”

As she helped Rebecca into one of the pretty new dresses, Evelyn could not resist the temptation to touch. It was simply too easy, like taking candy from a baby, and it felt so irresistibly good — letting the tips of her slender feminine fingers flirt with the 9-year-old’s body, tracing up the soft naked skin of her young thighs, grazing lightly over the thin texture of her underwear, dancing over the curve of her cute little bum, touching it, feeling it, slipping up over the naked skin of her flat chest, making fleeting contact with one of those tiny pink nipples.

Evelyn felt the girl’s body twitch nervously with each purposeful touch of her fingers. She was definitely giving in to her naughty desires, taking advantage of the situation, taking intimate liberties with youngster’s body, touching it, but she was also testing the girl, and herself.

She could sense Rebecca’s shyness and her nervousness, but there seemed to be no reluctance in her, no tendency to retreat from the intimate touch of her adult fingers.

The woman teased herself with the idea of going further, of maybe “accidentally” slipping her adult fingers into that space between the little girl’s legs, pressing them up against the material of her underwear, feeling the puffy shape of that tiny little cunt, rubbing it gently…

Evelyn managed to snap herself out of her fantasy before she went too far. Her mind was racing. Her irresistible desire for the girl had almost overwhelmed her, and that was dangerous. The truth was, as much she desired this little waif, she had absolutely no idea how Rebecca might respond to a sexual advance from her. ‘Her mother’s dead,’ the woman thought to herself. ‘Her father’s away in the war and may never return. Her vulgar aunt has her own daughters to worry about. This pretty little waif is probably starving for the touch of someone who cares, someone who could make her feel pretty and special, someone who would love her.’

But how? It was true, she had the 9-year-old stripped nearly naked in the change room but there simply wasn’t enough time. Could there possibly be another way, somehow, somewhere else?

Evelyn reluctantly pulled up the zipper on the back of the pretty new dress, turned the girl to face the full-length mirror on the back of the door, and knelt behind her on the floor, ever-conscious of the fact that in few minutes, this little darling was going to walk out of the store, and out of her life.

“Beautiful,” Evelyn whispered in the girl’s ear, smiling warmly.

And the girl did look good, in spite of the unbrushed state of her hair. It was a cheap dress but it was a nice one, with a pretty floral pattern, and it fit perfectly.

The two of them examined their reflections in the mirror — an unkempt but pretty little girl, with a very attractive grown woman kneeling behind her, both of them smiling, getting to know each other.

Evelyn put her hands on Rebecca’s shoulders, leaned down, and planted a tender kiss on the bare skin of the girl’s neck. The girl blushed.

“Okay,” Evelyn whispered. “Let’s take this to your aunt and see if she approves.”

Mrs. Thurston appeared to have scored on her front. The woman was smiling and her two daughters were each holding onto new dresses.

The woman looked the 9-year-old up and down, with a skeptical, disapproving look.

“How much?” was all she said.

“Ah, this is a dress from our sale rack in the children’s section,” Evelyn explained. “It’s on sale for two dollars and 49 cents.”

“$2.49,” the woman exclaimed. “You must have something cheaper.”

Evelyn forced a smile onto her face. “Mrs. Tanner, may I speak with you privately?”

The woman looked surprised, but nodded.

Mrs. Thurston took her cue and led the two older girls away, over toward the cash register.

“Perhaps it’s more than you intended to spend, but the dress really does suit the girl,” Evelyn said. “I wonder if I might have a solution for you.”

“I’m listening,” the woman replied skeptically.

“Well you see, my husband is away in the war,” Evelyn explained. “I am alone in a very large house and with not much time on my hands because it’s necessary for me to work here, to make ends meet financially.”

The woman nodded, waiting with a hint of impatience for the part of this story that might be of any interest to her.

“Well, as I said,” Evelyn continued. “It’s a very large house and I’m simply beside myself trying to hold down this job and tend to my duties at home, the cleaning and such.”

“Oh I don’t hire out,” the woman blurted. “My husband wouldn’t have it.”

“Oh no, I wasn’t thinking of you,” Evelyn explained, turning to point at the 9-year-old. “I was thinking of the girl here, I think she would be of some help to me. I can pay you appropriately, of course.”

“Really?” the woman responded with a level of cynicism in her voice.

“Yes,” Evelyn continued. “It would only be one day a week, maybe two if I need to do a big cleaning, enough to allow me to keep up with things. I could pay you a dollar each time. That way you would quickly recover the cost of this dress. In fact I could pay for the dress myself now, in lieu of the girl’s future work, of course.”

“Really, you’d pay a dollar a day for this girl?” the woman asked.

“Yes,” Evelyn replied.

“For her?” the woman added skeptically.

“Yes,” Evelyn assured the woman. “For her.”

“You wouldn’t want one of my older girls instead?” the woman asked.

“No no, this one will be fine,” Evelyn replied. “She has a nice temperament, providing she’s not shy from housework.”

“Oh she does her share, and then some,” the woman said. “No lazy brats in my house.”

“Well, good, it’s set then,” Evelyn said, pleased that the negotiation had gone her way.

“Now I ain’t got the means to deliver her,” the woman added. “You’ll have to come and get her, and bring her back.”

“If you’ll write out the directions, I’ll send someone by,” Evelyn said. “I’m off on Wednesdays, perhaps she can start then. I can send someone by to collect her in the morning?”

“Okay,” the woman said.

“And I’ll pay for this dress now and once it’s paid off, I’ll begin paying you cash directly for the girl’s time,” Evelyn said.

“Fair enough,” the woman replied. Then turning to Rebecca she added. “Well, looks like you bought yourself a dress, girl. You’re gonna work for this here lady, maybe a couple days a week, but don’t be thinking that’ll cut back on your chores at home. You’ll have to add it on. Do you understand that?”

The 9-year-old nodded nervously.

“Well, it’s done then,” the woman said.

Evelyn gave Rebecca a very warm smile as Mrs. Tanner reached into her purse, pulled out a small slip of paper and a pencil, quickly scratched out her address and handed it to Evelyn. Then the woman turned abruptly on her heels and walked away, heading for the cash register.

“Come on then, Rebecca, we’ll have to get this new dress wrapped up for you,” she said, taking the girl’s hand, leading her back down the isle towards the change room in the children’s department

The two of them faced each other as Evelyn reached around to undo the zipper on the back of the girl’s new dress.

“I don’t want you to fret about coming to work for me,” she assured the girl. “Are you okay with that?”

The girl nodded shyly.

Evelyn couldn’t resist watching as she pulled the front of the new dress down off the 9-year-old’s chest, exposing her cute little nipples once more.

Her heart was racing. She was still intensely aroused but some anxiety was sneaking through her defenses, confusing her, scaring her. What the hell was she doing?

She felt a warm blush pass through her as she lowered the pretty new dress and helped the girl step out of it.

Could she really go through with it? My God what if she got caught? What if someone found out?

The nervous possibilities snapped through her mind. Evelyn quickly considered each of them and concluded that there was only one way anyone might find out, and that would be if the girl told someone.

She looked into Rebecca’s eyes, seeing only innocence. Would she tell? Would she tell her aunt? Probably not, it looked like her aunt was a bit of a tyrant. Was there someone else she might tell? Maybe but probably not, there was a distinct loneliness about this little girl which Evelyn found very attractive, but it also suggested the girl probably didn’t have anyone, a special friend, who she shared secrets with.

And Evelyn knew that if she was actually going to do this, if she was going to lure this girl into her home, coax her out of her clothes, and then lovingly seduce her, if she was going to teach this pretty little 9-year-old how to be a very good and eager lover for an adult woman, then it had to be kept absolutely secret.

“Rebecca,” Evelyn whispered.

“Yes,” the girl responded.

“I’m going to tell you something,” the woman said softly. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

Evelyn kept her focus on the girl’s eyes.

“Do you promise?” she asked.

The girl nodded shyly and then whispered, “Yes.”

“Okay, well, how do I say this?” Evelyn started. “Um, you understand that I’m giving your aunt money so she will let you come to my house once in a while?”

The girl nodded.

“Well, I told your aunt it’s because I want you do housework for me,” Evelyn whispered. “And that is not quite true.”

Now the girl looked completely confused.

Evelyn smiled, and continued. She had to know if she could trust the girl.

“The reason I want you to come to my house,” Evelyn said, reaching out to brush a few strands of hair off the 9-year-old’s face. “Is because, I want to spend time with you.”

Rebecca’s lips morphed into a shy but confused grin.

“Well, I like you, and I want us to become friends,” Evelyn explained, letting her fingers slip down off the girl’s cheek, onto the bare skin of her neck.

The woman leaned forward touching her adult lips onto Rebecca’s forehead, giving her a tender little kiss as she lifted her left hand, grazing the tips of her fingers lightly up the back of the girl’s thigh, tracing up over the curve of her bum, up over her underwear, coming to rest on the small of her back.

“I want us to become very close friends,” the woman whispered softly in the girl’s ear.

As she said that, Evelyn lowered her right hand, slowly dragging her adult fingers down onto the 9-year-old’s flat chest, finding one of her naked little nipples, touching it.

She pulled her head back to look into the girl’s eyes as her fingers tenderly toyed with the tiny pink circle of that little nipple. There was nervousness there, and confusion.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered softly. “I promise I will never hurt you. I just want to spend some time with you, so we can get to know each other.”

As she spoke, Evelyn slipped the fingers of her left hand downward on the girl’s lower back, bumping into the thin waistband of her underwear.

The girl seemed okay. She certainly wasn’t pulling away from her touch. But Evelyn had to make sure the 9-year-old understood what she wanted from her. As dangerous as it might be, she had to give the girl a taste.

“If you come to visit me at my house, we could do fun things together, just the two of us,” Evelyn offered in a suggestive whisper.

Rebecca gasped softly as the woman gave her a sample of what she was talking about.

Evelyn traced the tips of her slender feminine fingers along the waistband of Rebecca’s underwear, finding a bit of a hollow spot, tucking down under the thin cotton material, fanning out, reaching downward as far as the waistband would allow, inching onto the gentle rise of the girl’s 9-year-old bum, flirting with her soft naked skin, touching her.

The girl’s body trembled, responding nervously to the intimacy of the woman’s touch.

It was a bold move but she had to do it. She had to make sure the girl understood.

Evelyn let the fingers of her right hand fall off Rebecca’s chest, reaching down for one of the girl’s tiny hands, cupping it in hers, lifting it to her lips, kissing the backs of her girlish fingers.

“It’s okay,” Evelyn whispered, smiling, trying to reassure the girl. “It will be fun, I promise.”

As she spoke, the woman lowered the 9-year-old’s hand, bringing it down onto her upper chest, laying it flat, palm down.

Evelyn’s heart was thumping as she covered the girl’s hand with her own and slowly coaxed it down onto one of her adult breasts, holding it there, squeezing her fingers in a gentle massaging motion, letting the girl feel the softness of her bosom, and the intimacy of that touch.

“It’s just that I’m so lonely with my husband away in the war, and you must be lonely too, with your ma and pa not here to care for you,” Evelyn said softly, continuing her gentle seduction of the 9-year-old, enticing her, luring her. “I would absolutely love it if you would come to my house once in a while so we could spend some time together.”

Rebecca was visibly nervous, but Evelyn continued with her delicate attempt to seduce the girl. She needed to know.

“We could do lots of fun things,” Evelyn whispered playfully. “We could play house together. You could be my little girlfriend and I could take care of you. I could show you some things that girlfriends can do together — special things to make each other feel good. But it has to be our little secret. You can’t tell your Aunt Millie about those things. You can’t tell anyone. Do you understand?”

The girl blushed and hesitated, lowering her eyes nervously.

Rebecca was a shy, quiet little girl, but she was not stupid. To the extent that her limited experience and knowledge allowed, she understood what was happening.

She understood that this pretty lady who worked in the Woolworths store had enjoyed taking her dress off, that she liked seeing her body, and touching her. And she could tell that the lady really wanted to take her underwear off too, so she could see her like that, naked.

And she kind of understood what all of that meant.

It meant that this nice lady was one of those adults that her ma had warned about a few years earlier, one of those adults who like to do naughty grown-up things with little girls. But Rebecca had always thought that it was bad men she needed to be careful of. She never imagined that a pretty lady might want to take her clothes off and do naughty things with her.

It made her nervous when the lady looked at her, and when she touched her, but it wasn’t scary, really. It didn’t feel bad. And the lady was being nice to her. Rebecca could not believe that this lady would do anything to hurt her.

Evelyn interrupted the girl’s thoughts.

“It would be so nice, Rebecca,” the woman whispered, coaxing the girl, reassuring her, taking away her reasons to say no. “You could be my lovely little princess and we could take care of each other. I would love that so much, but it has to be a secret. Do you understand?”

Rebecca knew that the lady wanted her to say “yes,” and she knew what that meant, but it all seemed so strange, so naughty. She didn’t know what to do.

The 9-year-old let herself imagine what the lady’s house might be like. She pictured a big house, full of nice, rich things. Then she blushed as she imagined herself in that house, in a big room with nice curtains on the windows, standing there, feeling the lady’s determined fingers tugging on the string-tie on the waistband of her bloomers, loosening it, coaxing her underwear down, stripping her naked.

Rebecca was very nervous. This didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel normal. She knew the woman was trying to get her to do something bad.

But there was a naughty little flame of nervous excitement flickering away inside her, tempting her, teasing her with the idea that it might be fun, going to this nice lady’s house, being a good girl for her, giving her what she wanted.

For a brief moment a strange image came to her, an odd memory from Sunday school, a biblical image of a person trying to decide between right and wrong. The person had a tiny angel on one shoulder and a tiny devil on the other.

Rebecca could hear the voice of that angel whispering to her. “Don’t do it, grown-ups are not supposed to do those things with children.”

But Rebecca could also hear the voice of the little devil whispering softly in her other ear. “But you like this nice lady. You liked it when she took your dress off, and touched you. And you’re going to like it when she takes your underwear off aren’t you? You’re going to be a good girl for her.”

For one brief moment, Rebecca fell into temptation, and that moment of weakness sealed her fate.

She nodded quickly, nervously, without making eye contact with the woman.

Evelyn saw that little nod. She smiled, leaned forward and touched her lips once more onto the girl’s forehead, giving her a couple of little kisses, then lower, kissing the tip of her nose.

“I’m so happy,” the woman whispered. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

Their eyes met. Evelyn could clearly see anxiety and nervousness there. But as she looked into Rebecca s face, the girl managed to put a hint of a smile on her young lips.

It was a very shy and nervous smile, but there was also acceptance and consent there.

The woman gasped as a flush of warm blood pulsed through her adult cunt. The girl was willing. She was going to have her.

She watched Rebecca’s eyes gently close as she lowered her lips onto the girl’s mouth, giving her one tender kiss, then another, then a whole series of gentle but urgent lip-touches.

Evelyn actually moaned softly as she felt the girl respond tentatively to her tender kisses-nervous girlish fingers moving awkwardly on her adult breast, squeezing it gently, cooperating, trying to give the woman what she wanted.

It was an unbelievably erotic moment.

Rebecca was an innocent little 9-year-old girl, but here she was, responding to the sexual advances of an adult woman, cooperating in her own intimate seduction.

Evelyn’s arousal hit an incredible peak as she allowed herself to accept and internalize the fact that she actually had a pretty little 9-year-old girl in her arms, she was kissing her young lips, she had her adult fingers tucked down the back of her underwear so close to the soft naked cheeks of her cute little bum, and the girl was responding to her, holding onto her adult breast, squeezing it nervously through the material of her dress,

Evelyn’s adult nipples stiffened up inside her clothes. She cursed that dress and the fact that she was wearing it. And she cursed the thickness of her brassiere underneath. She wanted so much to be naked with her little princess.

She wanted to reach down and loosen the little string-tie on the front of Rebecca’s underwear. She wanted to be able to move her whole hand down inside the back of those faded white bloomers. She wanted to feel the soft naked cheeks of that cute little bum. She wanted to squeeze it gently in her hand and pull the girl’s body up against hers.

Evelyn reluctantly ended the kisses and leaned her forehead against Rebecca’s, panting softly.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so happy I met you,” she whispered lovingly to the girl. “But we have to get you dressed, quickly, before your aunt becomes suspicious.”

They scrambled to get that old smock back on and buttoned up. Then Evelyn kissed the girl’s lips again, quickly, urgently.

“I will see you on Wednesday, my little lover,” she whispered.

The girl nodded and blushed shyly. Then they opened the door and walked back out into the store together.

Rebecca’s aunt had already paid for her daughter’s dresses.

Evelyn quickly slipped Rebecca’s new dress into a paper bag and handed it to Mrs. Tanner.

“There you go ma’am,” she said. “I’ll take care of the bill on this one, as we discussed.”

For one nervous moment, a flash of suspicion flickered in the woman’s eyes as she reached out to take the bag from Evelyn. Those eyes then snapped to the girl, the little 9-year-old girl that Evelyn had been wickedly kissing and touching in the change room moments earlier.

Mrs. Tanner seemed to be trying to figure something out, something that didn’t add up, something that didn’t make sense, but then she discarded the thought and turned back to Evelyn.

“As you like,” she said with a bit of don’t-care attitude in her voice.

Then the woman turned and led her girls down the isle of the Woolworths and through the front door, out onto the sidewalk.

Evelyn walked to the door and stood there, watching them through the big glass window as they collected outside. For one brief moment the 9-year-old looked back, seeing her standing there. Evelyn smiled and they gave each other a very brief little wave, then the family headed off down the sidewalk.

Evelyn watched them walk away, her eyes focused intently on the 9-year-old, watching the way the girl’s loose summer smock responded to the movements of the girlish body underneath it.

She glanced quickly back into the store. Mrs. Thurston was busy at the cash counter, facing the other direction.

Evelyn slipped sideways a little, moving her body behind the wooden doorframe so she couldn’t be seen from the street. Then with her left hand, she pressed the material of her dress into the space between her thighs, accessing her adult cunt, pressing up against it, rubbing it tenderly as she locked her eyes back on Rebecca, watching the 9-year-old move, knowing that in four days, she was going to strip that little sweetheart absolutely naked.

Five minutes later, 28-year-old Evelyn Johnson was sitting in the toilet stall of the little washroom at the back of the Woolworths store. She her skirt hiked up above her waist and her bloomers pushed down around her ankles. She had both her hands tucked between her wide-spread legs. She was masturbating shamelessly — vigorously rubbing her clitoris with her left hand as she finger-fucked herself with her right.

She had her head back. Her eyes were closed, and she was brazenly licking her lips as she imagined what it was going to be like to have her mouth pressed up between Rebecca’s soft white thighs — kissing that delicate, puffy little 9-year-old cunt, exploring it with her adult tongue, licking it, tasting it, finding the cute little nub of her girlish clit, teasing it, sucking it, making her little princess squirm and whimper softly.

Continue on to Part Two

By Tater Tot

I could tell Amber was horny as we were leaving the restaurant, twitching and glancing at me on the way to the Tahoe. Sliding into the front instead of sitting on her side, she took the middle seat, buckling next to me before saying, “Are we still doing my reward?”

I grinned, starting the Tahoe and said, “Yes, honey, anything you want.”

Her hand slid up my thigh and pushed against my pussy as she looked out the window, not meeting my eyes. She was breathing heavily as she ground her fingers into me, hips grinding down into the seat as if she was humping it. “Will you… will you do… can I…” She was panting now, shocking me at how aroused she was, wondering what she wanted that excited her so much.

Leaning over a little, I whispered in her ear and said, “Tell me what you want me to do. You can say anything, do anything you want to me.”

“Park where no one can see us!” she gasped out, her hand still groping my pussy as I pulled to the end of the lot and parked facing away from everyone.

When I parked, Amber took her seat belt off and slid over, frantically saying, “Sit here, sit here.” She was pulling her panties off as I slid over. She climbed on my lap and wrapped her hands around my head as she started humping herself into me, groaning, “Your fingers, f-fuck me with your fingers!” The curse words caused her to stutter, but she was so excited she couldn’t stop moving.

I slid my hand up and gasped at how wet she was. I pushed my middle finger against her bare slit and let it work its way inside as she fucked herself on it. Holding my hand in my lap, she rode my finger like a cock, pushing down slowly, then up again. I could feel her hymen and made sure not to break it as she started groaning, her juices flowing down my finger. She buried her hands in my hair as she started fucking me, grunting and growling for a minute, then startling me by tilting my head back and crushing her lips against mine. Her tongue started pushing into my mouth in rhythm with her motion on my finger.

Amber’s body was becoming frenzied as she humped my hand, her mouth raping mine as her tongue thrust as deep as she could force it. Her hands were pulling my hair as she leaned over me a little, her lips breaking free as her head went back. Her eyes were closed now as she pushed up and down, but her hands were starting to yank my head back and forth. “Fuck me, Mom!” she grunted. My hand was soaked, her pussy dripping in excitement as it loosened up some, allowing her to ride me more freely.

When she came, it was with a scream and a hard pull on my hair as she forced my head back hard and buried her face in my neck. Her pussy was squirting and spraying my hand and lap as she ground down on me, making my wrist hurt as she pushed it into my lap. The final spasms were intense as she forced her pussy forward, riding out the last of her orgasm.

She lay against me for a while, then leaned back, releasing her hold on my head and letting me withdraw my hand. Her eyes were relaxed and she had an intense look of satisfaction on her face as she looked at me. “Was that okay?” she said.

I leaned up to give her a quick kiss and said, “Anything.”

She gave me a serious look, I think realizing for the first time that I meant it. She nodded to herself before saying, “Lick your fingers.”

I grinned as I brought my hand up and started licking the copious amounts of pussy juice of it. She was leaning back against the dash, straddling me with both legs bent under her as she watched. Her eyes were very thoughtful as she climbed off me, both of us looking down at my drenched skirt. She let me slide back over and start the Tahoe and drive home.

She stayed next to me, her hand moving against my pussy again, eventually pushing up and into my panties. Her fingers slid up and down for a while, my very wet pussy making it easy on her. Then she pulled it out, leaving my skirt hoisted up, and pushed her fingers into my mouth as I drove, watching my face as I sucked them.

When I didn’t say anything she started breathing heavily again — getting off, I think, on the power she had. She turned toward me slightly and reached over to grasp one of my tits, squeezing it as she watched my face. I groaned but kept driving, concentrating on the road as she concentrated on me.

She unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on my blouse, then slid her hand in, cupping my breast. “Say something naughty,” she said hesitantly.

“Fuck me,” I said, “squeeze my tits, fuck my pussy, make me your bitch!” the words running out in a stream. She gasped, her hand clutching my breast convulsively.

Waiting a moment, she hesitantly said, “Fuck.”

I moaned and said, “Yes, fuck me!”

She pinched my nipple, getting a strong twitch from me. She leaned toward me, her hand grasping my breast again as she said, “I can do anything and you won’t be mad?”

I nodded and said, “Nothing you do today will be held against you.”

Her breath was coming in gasps as we pulled into the garage. She took her hand off me as the garage door closed and we took our seat belts off, staring at me in a frantic sort of way. When we got out she was shaking slightly as we walked into the house, and I wasn’t very shocked when she grabbed me and kind of forced me to the floor.

Her eyes were absolutely wild as she kissed me in a frenzied way, then slid down between my legs, flipped my skirt up and grabbed my panties. She was half screaming as she jerked them down, fighting them off my legs and diving into my pussy. Her mouth fastened to me, her tongue pushing inside as her hands held my hips. She was throwing me around as she worried at my pussy, yelling and growling as she brought a hand up and shoved a finger in. I gave a short scream that she ignored as she began pounding into me, basically raping me on the floor.

I was coming almost from the first touch, and after the pain faded, began to orgasm with an intense yell, thrashing as she fucked me mercilessly. When my pussy stopped spasming she growled and climbed over me to straddle my face, grabbed my hair and shoved her pussy against her lips, yelling “Eat me, Mom!”

I ate.

It took her a while to calm down, her pussy spraying me constantly as I went down on her for at least a half hour on the floor. My mouth and tongue were sore as hell when she collapsed beside me, almost asleep as she lay there with her arm around me. My skirt was flipped up and my pussy exposed, blouse open, my face covered in her juice as we lay there.

I had definitely been sexually abused. I grinned at the thought, and saw her give a soft smile with her face relaxed.

“Was that okay?” she mumbled.

“Perfect baby. Absolutely perfect,” I said.

We eventually staggered to the bathroom where I filled the Jacuzzi tub and we both slid in to relax. I held her in front of me as we slouched down, letting our abused bodies enjoy the soothing water.

“Why do I make… well, why does my pussy… I don’t know, squirt?” she muttered.

I giggled and said, “Because you’re lucky. I wish I could get that excited!”

Her head was lying back against me, her eyes closed as she continued “So… so I’m not… you know… peeing?” I could see the blush when she asked.

I leaned down to kiss her cheek and said, “Of course not, it’s just cum. You just orgasm harder than most… and a lot more often, too. I love it.”

She gave a small smile, then thought for a while before asking, “Is this what sex is like?”

I laughed and kissed her cheek again before saying, “This has been much better than I’ve ever had before. I’ve came more today than I even thought I could.”

That got a slow smile, and I saw that she was drifting toward sleep when I got Amber out and dried her off before we slipped into bed.

It was morning when we woke up, and she looked so disappointed that I had to laugh. She started to look hurt, then realized why I was laughing. Giving me a shy look she just shrugged and said, “Was it… are we…”

I gave her a kiss and said, “Yesterday is forgotten.”

She grinned back at that and slid out of bed. She grimaced a couple of times as she stretched and said “My…” she blushed and said quietly, “my pussy is sore.”

I laughed and got out of bed to kneel in front of her. She gasped loudly when I kissed her poor pussy, but then stood up and said, “Well, you were a little rough on it, but it will be easier over time.”

She was a little red-faced and panting, so I said “Sorry honey, didn’t mean to get you excited. Tuesday.”

“Oh, Mom!” she whined, but then shrugged and gave me a shy smile as I waggled my eyebrows at her. “Okay,” she said as she headed to her room.

Sunday was catch-up day for me, so while I made breakfast I put together my shopping list and run-around items. Amber was thoughtful as she ate her pancakes, looking so cute that it was all I could do not to love on her some. I caught her looking at my ass every now and then, but just smiled and continued working.

When she was finished, I sat down with my coffee to run through some ideas with her. Her schoolwork was so much better that I was thinking she could really end up doing well if she kept up the effort. A little incentive plan, maybe.

“Amber, honey,” I said, waiting until she looked up to continue. “I’m really pleased with how well you’re doing in school, and I thought we could make the rewards a little more formal.”

She perked right up at the word ‘rewards’, and said, “Really? Like what?”

“Well, grades are due in two weeks and your school releases them every six. I was thinking that for every ‘A’ you got, you could have one do-anything Saturday,” I said

That got a gasp, then she slowed down to think about it. Her lips did her pursing thing as she looked at me and processed everything. “So… I have six classes… does gym count?” I nodded yes. “Okay, so six classes. That would mean if I had straight ‘A’s, I would have every weekend until the next report card… right?” she asked slowly.

“Right,” I said.

She gave me a squinty look and said, “We go to Grandma’s next month for the weekend, what about then?”

I laughed and ruffled her hair, getting a shy smile as I said, “Maybe you’ll go to law school when you graduate. Let’s say that any weekend we have things to do, you can be the boss when no one’s around and it lasts all weekend.”

She gave that some deep thought and finally said, “But we have to be careful no one knows, Mom. People would think bad about us.”

I gave her a serious look and said, “Yes, honey. And if you’re ever uncomfortable, you let me know. We’ll never do anything you don’t like.”

She blushed deep red and said, “I like it.”

“Me too,” I grinned. “First report card coming, do you think you’ll get all ‘A’s?”

She bobbed her head, thinking, then said, “Probably. I’m going to get all ‘A’s from now on, and I wasn’t too bad before.”

The ‘from now on’ comment made me smile, but I just said, “Well, I thought that if you did, I would get a strap-on and let you use it on me.”

She gasped in shock, then looked extremely excited, twitching her ass on the chair and said, “What! Oh, my God!”

“And…” I said, holding up my hand, “And if it’s all ‘A’s, on your birthday the next Friday I’ll let you fuck me in the ass if you want.”

I think she almost passed out right there. Her eyes got huge, and she stopped breathing for a second, then restarted with a gasp. “God, oh my god,” she muttered over and over. She was terribly flushed and almost crying, she was so aroused.

I had to take pity on the poor girl, so I waved her over in front of me. She was shaking and staring, her hands twitching as I reached up and dropped her skirt. Her panties were already wet and getting wetter. I yanked them down and lifted her on the table, putting my face in her pussy as she wrapped her legs around my head.

When my lips hit her pussy, Amber screamed loudly and squirted me down good. I was giggling at how incredibly aroused she was. A simple touch, and she was still thrashing and coming. I kept licking as she relaxed a little, panting like a dog, then moaning as I pulled her lips apart with my fingers and licked deeply. She let out a loud “Yes!” when I stroked over her clit.

I started tongue-fucking her, pushing into her super-tight channel, tasting her and drawing more juice out. It amazed me how wet she got, it was non-stop. She was clawing at my hair, her hips bouncing wildly and her head tossing side to side as she screamed and yelled unintelligible words into the kitchen.

When she came again, it was pretty violent. She jammed my face in hard, her legs locking around me and letting her use me as leverage to push her pussy up against my face. She was held up by her shoulders and my shoulders when she began gushing and spraying. I ended up drinking a lot of cum and breathing when I could. I clamped my mouth over her and breathed through my nose, swallowing as quickly as I could.

When Amber was done, she totally collapsed, making me catch her as she started sliding off the table. I slid her into my arms and held her on my lap. Fuck, she’d passed out. I was seriously envying her ability to have orgasms.

She was too heavy to carry now, so just held her until she came around. She was still glaze-eyed when I guided her to the bedroom and let her lie down. I stroked her hair for a moment, then let her rest.

I got a shower and dressed, leaving Amber a note telling her that I would be out doing some errands. I called Kathy on my cell and asked her what she was doing, getting a giggle in return as she told me Don was out of town and she was pretty bored.

I said she sounded like she really needed a deep massage, and to be ready when I got there.

She was standing in panties and nothing else when I arrived, so I whipped off my t-shirt and bra as I reached out and wrestled her to the ground. She was giggling and laughing as I dove in and started licking her pink panties. I was as excited as Amber as I worried at Kathy’s pussy, then yanked her panties off to really get inside. She was moaning and yelling pretty quickly, seriously aroused by my passion.

When she came, I just stayed with her, sliding a finger in and stroking her g-spot, making her really scream and thrash. It was one of her best, even getting the smallest of spurts when she orgasmed a second time.

Kathy was crying a little as I crawled up to kiss her lips, letting her lick her taste off mine.

“God, Susan, that was fucking incredible,” she panted.

I smiled and just licked her lips as she recovered, then leaned down and whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Kathy.”

She grinned as we stood up, then she dragged me to the bedroom to put on her strap-on.

I made her work at it — riding her, then bending over and having her do me from behind. She actually came as she knelt behind me, slamming the cock in hard and screaming curse words. I just came until I was too tired to come any more.

*****

Amber was dedicated. School work had priority over everything, and Monday and Tuesday she stuck to it. I think she had to spend some serious alone time with her pussy on Monday night, but I said nothing until Tuesday night, as per our agreement.

She came in the bedroom naked again and jumped under the covers with a giggle and some hard breathing. I shut the light off and snuggled up behind her, my hand rubbing her stomach as I laid my head by hers.

“What would you like the fantasy to be about?” I asked.

“I can choose?” she gasped.

“Yes, baby,” I said with a chuckle.

“You!” she said loudly, then calmed and said, “Tell me something we do.”

I let my hand rub her stomach a little longer, then said, “Okay, now this will be naughty.”

She was already breathing heavily as I started speaking. “We’re at Grandma’s house, and you come in and I’m already under the covers. You decide since we’re alone that you want to be bad, so you quietly pull out your cock and put it on.” She gasped loudly, then made a moaning sound, making me hold in a laugh.

“You slip into bed, then cuddle up behind me, reaching around to grab my breast.” I let my hand slide up and cupped hers as I said, “You squeeze it hard as you whisper in my ear, ‘I want to fuck you, Mom.'”

Amber let out a loud groan, my hand squeezing her breast, the story really getting her hot. God, I envied the girl.

“I whisper back, ‘Not here, Amber,’ but you push your cock against my ass and say, ‘Now, Mom, you promised.’ I don’t say anything, so you push your hand down and slide it in my panties, finding my cunt is already wet with excitement.”

I did that to Amber, sliding my fingers through her drenched pussy lips, getting a long moan and a thrust of her hips.

“You push me forward and climb on my back, one hand on my cunt and the other on my breasts as you grind your cock into the crack of my ass,” I whispered to Amber as my hands did what I’d just said.

“You slide back and reach up to pull my panties down, and I whisper, ‘Please, no, honey, your grandmother will hear.’ You slide back up, grinding your cock into my ass as you say, ‘Then I’ll need to make sure you stay quiet.’ You grab my hair with one hand and pull my head back, then shove my wet panties into my mouth.”

Amber came with a harsh grunt, holding my hand tightly against her pussy as she thrust against it, wetting my fingers and the bed below as she moaned through the orgasm. I waited, just massaging her breast and pussy, then when she relaxed again, picked up the story.

“‘I’m going to fuck you, Mom,’ you whisper in my ear. You push my head down and force my hips up so my ass is sticking in the air, then holding my hips you lean down to lick the juice from my crack, letting your tongue push slightly into my asshole.” I had to stop as Amber made a loud “Oh!” sound and humped hard against my hand, but didn’t come. Thank God, because if she started orgasming every five minutes she would wear me out.

“Leaning up again, you push forward and line your cock up with my pussy. Then, reaching one hand down to grab my hair, you guide your cock in with the other, shoving hard when you get it started. I make a loud grunt as you force your cock into me, the soaked panties in my mouth making it quieter. Then I moan as you begin fucking me, driving your cock deeper every time, pulling my head back as you lean forward over my body, fucking me hard.”

That did it. Amber lay flat on her back and let my fingers rub her hard as she grabbed the sheet with her hands and thrust her hips in the air with a hard scream. I could see her pussy squirt as she convulsed, each spasm corresponding to another gush of her honey.

She was sobbing again when she relaxed, turning to clutch me tightly as she calmed down. She fell asleep like that.

She was looking at me when I woke up, so I smiled and said, “Sleep good?”

“The best!” she said with a grin. “You’re the best, Mom, that was so awesome.”

I gave her a push and a pinch on the butt to get her moving.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Tater Tot

I was holding Amber in my arms when we woke up. She turned to look at me, then giggled as she saw my juice covered face. Laughing, I said “Well, kiddo, you have the strongest orgasms of anyone I’ve ever met.”

She looked surprised as she said, “Really? Cool!”

I laughed and said, “Really.”

We giggled for a couple of minutes, then got up to get cleaned up. I met her downstairs as I started breakfast and she sat at the table with some juice.

“That was awesome, Mom,” she said as she watched me.

I tossed a smile at her as I said, “Why, thank you.”

“So what’s my other reward, cause that was great!” she said excitedly.

Chuckling, I put together a couple of plates, then sat down. She must have been starving, because she started shoveling food in as I said, “Rather than picking something myself, I thought I would let you choose to do anything you want.”

She blinked in confusion, then thought as she slowly finished eating. When she was done, she frowned and said, “Anything what?”

Smiling, I said, “Anything, but you have to remember that we have to be careful that no one finds out about what we’re doing.”

Her confusion was still showing as she said, “Um… I don’t get it,”

Reaching out, I took her hand and said, “You’ve worked really hard at school, and you’ve been the best daughter in the world this week, so for the rest of the day I’m letting you choose if you want me to do things to you, or you do things to me. Here, in the car or anywhere.”

Her eyes popped open in surprise as she stared at me. She blinked a couple of times as she processed that, then I saw her mind start running through the possibilities.

“So… so you would… you would do what you did last night… well, like all d-day if I wanted?” she stammered out.

Laughing, I said, “All day if you want, though my tongue will get pretty sore.”

She blushed, but then grinned for a second, before thinking some more. She eventually said, “And you would let me… you know… do, well do things to you?”

Leaning forward, I said, “Anything you want.”

Amber was starting to breathe heavily as she looked at me, trying to decide what to do.

“So,” she said slowly, looking at me from under her eyelashes, “if I wanted you to… well, if I said to…” she whispered the rest, “take your shirt off, you would?”

Reaching down, I pulled my t-shirt off to reveal my breasts, no bra blocking the view.

She gasped, staring at them. They were small, but larger than hers, a full handful and still without very much sag. My nipples were starting to harden as the excitement built.

“Wow,” she muttered to herself. Her mind was really going now as she stared at my breasts, getting excited at the possibilities. “Wow,” she muttered again, then looked up at me with a smile as I laughed.

I was sitting with my top off, just a pair of shorts on as she contemplated what we’d be doing. She was squirming in her seat as she tried to overcome a lifetime of assuming that you couldn’t boss Mom around.

“Can you… well… can you stand over here?” she whispered.

I said, “Yes, mistress,” and walked over to stand in front of her, smiling as she blinked at what I’d just said.

She looked up at me and said hesitantly, “Touch your nose.”

I giggled as I touched my nose, knowing she was testing her boundaries. This would get pretty good as she found there was no limit to them.

She licked her lips as she said, “Touch your lips,” which I did.

“Touch… touch your breast,” she whispered.

She gasped when I put my hand on my breast, cupping it slightly.

“Wow,” she mumbled again, then shook her head and said, “Both hands.”

Her voice was stronger on that one and she smiled a little as my other hand came up to cup my other breast. She nodded to herself as she said, “Can I… can I touch them?”

I pulled my hands away and leaned down a little. She flushed as her hands came up to cup my tits, drawing a soft moan from me. She glanced at my face as I did, then looked back at where her hands were holding my breasts. She squeezed them a little, then fondled them for a time before taking her hands back, her face flushed and her breathing heavy.

“Okay,” she said to herself, looking at my breasts as she thought. “Take your pants off,” she whispered.

Smiling, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop, revealing my shaved pussy and no panties.

She gasped loudly as she saw my pussy, shocked that it was bare. “What… I mean how…?”

“I shave it, honey,” I said with a chuckle

She was blinking rapidly as she stared at my slightly damp pussy lips. They were much bigger than hers, protruding outward. “Why?” she mumbled, lost in her contemplation of my cunt.

“It’s more fun when someone has their mouth on you. It’s easier for them to lick you without getting hair in their mouth,” I said.

“Wow,” she mumbled yet again, drawing another chuckle from me — one she didn’t appear to notice. Her hand came up, slowly reaching forward, then stopped as she looked up at me. I said, “Absolutely anything you want to do.”

She took a deep breath and moaned slightly as she looked back at where her finger touched my pussy lips. I grunted and my hips twitched, causing her to pull her hand back and look up at me. “It felt good,” I said.

She licked her lips and looked back at my pussy, but didn’t reach up.

Not looking at my face, she said “I don’t know what you mean by ‘anything’, Mom. Can I pinch you?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Spank you?” she asked.

“Yes,”

Her breathing was fast and hard as she said, “Lick you?”

“Yes.”

“Will you… will you do me now?” she mumbled.

“Anytime, anywhere,” I said with a grin.

She stood up and dropped her shorts and panties before sitting on the table and saying, “Now… now, Mom… hurry!” as her hands shook.

I sat in the chair and thrust my face into her pussy, licking hard and fast as I held her hips and she put her legs around my head. She was leaning back on her hands, her head thrown back as she moaned and squealed, humping my face as my tongue drove inside her channel, then dug hard as it slipped along her pussy.

I could feel where her clit was trying to push free, so I reached up to spread her pussy wide, allowing it to just barely protrude. When my tongue hit it, she screamed like a banshee and sprayed me down again, clamping her legs powerfully across my head, squeezing me hard. I let my tongue tap her a couple of time as she threw her thin body around on the table.

I was a total mess when she finished, my face and hair covered in juice. When she relaxed, I pulled her into my lap and held her as she let her head roll back and her eyes stare into nothing. It took about five minutes before she recovered, then she gave a small sob as she hugged me tightly.

“That was so good,” she said quietly into my shoulder.

I just rocked her to me until she was ready to stand up.

She struggled onto her feet, then held the table until her legs stabilized. She looked down at me for a moment, then said, “Can we go to the living room?”

I stood up and walked in, her following and casting questioning looks at me. She sat in the middle of the couch and nervously chewed her lip as she looked up at me. “Anything,” I said with a smile.

She nodded, still nervous as she said, “I… I want to… to give you a… a spanking” she said with a catch in her voice.

I nodded and laid down over her lap, my hips across her legs. She was breathing heavily again as she looked down at me, then her breath caught as her hand rested on my ass. Mine did too. She started rubbing it in circles slowly — gauging my reaction, I think. I sighed in enjoyment, finally enjoying her touch. Her other hand came down to stroke along my back while her right still went in circles. She paused for a second, then gave me a light swat on the butt. Holding her hand down and saying “Is… is that okay?”

“Hard, soft, or whatever. Anything you want. My body is your toy to play with,” I said quietly.

She gasped again, her hand clenching slightly before rising up and giving me a slightly harder swat. She did this a couple more times, getting harder on each one until the last probably left a handprint. She stopped then and let her hand rest there as I moaned slightly in excitement. When her hand slid down my thigh I gave a louder moan, waiting tensely. She let it run up and down for a while, then started sliding up hesitantly, letting me know what she was building up the nerve for.

It took her a couple of tries before her fingers touched my pussy, then immediately pulled away. She froze for a second, then did it again, letting her fingers stay longer. After three touches, she left them there, drawing a long moan from me. That seemed to excite her as she started running her fingers lightly along my pussy, almost tickling me in their light touch. I was very wet, and I could feel her spreading the juice around.

Her fingers hit my clit, drawing a gasp from me, causing her to freeze for a second. When I stayed still she touched it again, then let her finger trace it before saying, “Is this your clitoris?”

I gasped out a “Yes!”

She was just exploring, so I couldn’t get to an orgasm as her fingers touched, traced, and poked me. She froze again when her finger strayed into my channel. I waited tensely as she reached a decision, then pushed my head down and moaned loudly as she started sliding it in. She didn’t ask any questions this time, just pushed in as deep as she could go, then pulled it out. She started doing this, sort of thrusting slowly in and out for a while, then stopped as I was getting close to an orgasm. I don’t think she realized it, just decided to try something else.

She put a second finger in and continued thrusting. I was grunting and moaning when she hit three fingers, my pussy dripping now as her continued rhythm pushed me to the edge. I groaned when she stopped, panting heavily, but followed it with a high pitched ‘Ahh” as she forced four fingers in. Her hands were small and thin, so it didn’t fill me, but it was awkward. Her thumb was pushing on my ass crack as she started fucking me with four fingers. My hips were grinding down on her legs as I grunted with each thrust. My head went back sharply when I finally came with a loud “Yes!” I don’t squirt, but I’m sure I came in buckets as the spasms swept from my pussy to my head and back again.

“Wow,” Amber muttered as she watched me orgasm.

I eventually stood up, then sat down next to her, totally relaxed. She was idly letting a finger run through her slit, thinking deeply about things.

“Shower?” I asked. She nodded, so we went into the bathroom and started getting cleaned up.

Amber was watching me closely as we washed together in the shower, still thinking about things. “Will you shave me too?” she asked.

I grabbed the shaving cream and a razor. Pulling up the stool, I knelt down as she sat and let me spread cream on her. It didn’t take long, since she didn’t have much hair, but it was very pretty when we were done. She gave me an uncertain look, then nodded down at herself. I grinned and grabbed her ass to hold her as I ate her to a mild orgasm. It was much better bare.

She looked tired and relaxed as we lay down on the bed. I looked at the clock and saw it was only 10AM.
We slept for an hour, then I woke up to feel her touching my breast. I was lying on my back with her on my right side, her right hand lightly touching it as I woke up. She pulled back when I opened my eyes, looking a little uncertain. “Anything,” I said with a smile.

Amber nodded and let her hand come back up and rub across my nipple. I laid there quietly as she touched and explored my breasts. She was staring, fascinated by what she was doing as her hand pinched my nipple, hearing me moan slightly. Eventually she leaned up a little, her face close to my breast, her eyes looking a question at me.

“Anything,” I whispered, then watched as her mouth came down to lick my breast. I half closed my eyes and groaned loudly at the feel of her delicate lips. She lost track of time as she licked, kissed, sucked and nibbled on me. I was grunting and sweating by the time she’d had enough. My pussy was soaked and I was dying to come, my hips rising and falling slowly.

She eventually pulled back, looking at me as I twitched in front of her. She sat up with her legs crossed, looking down at me, her hands twitching uncertainly for a moment, then said “I… I’m not…”

I was breathing heavily as I sat up and took her hand. Looking her in the eye I said, “Today I’m not your mom. Today I’m your slave. Nothing you do today will be held against you. You want to spank me hard, you can. You want me to pull my panties off and masturbate in front of you, I will. You want to shove your hand in my pussy, you can. You want to lick me or even fuck me, you can.”

She was panting a little when I finished, but said “Can… can you show me how…how to lick you?”

I grinned and flopped back, spreading my legs, saying, “Spend some time doing it first, then I can tell you what feels good.”

Amber slowly knelt between my legs, then moved forward until she was propped on her elbows with her face above my pussy. I was moaning when her lips came down to kiss the top. She just kissed for a while, looking closely as I ground my ass into the bed. I was excited beyond belief to see her pretty face between my legs.

When she started licking around it, then let her tongue touch inside, I came with a sharp scream. Thrusting my hips into her face, my pussy spasmed hard as a surge went from my cunt to my head. I lost track of things for a moment, then blinked until I could see her looking up at me from between my legs. When she saw me looking she said, “Wow.”

She went back to licking when I calmed down, her tongue more forceful now that she knew what felt good. She found my extended clitoris, but realized after a couple of times that it was very sensitive. Her tongue got tired after pushing into me as deeply as possible, so she put a finger in, watching as it penetrated me. She pumped it for a while, watching my ass push up and down in rhythm with her thrusts before spending time seeing how many fingers she could fit in me. Her hands were so small and thin that she could probably fit her whole hand, but I didn’t say anything when she stopped at four. Getting fist fucked by my daughter was something for another day.

I was tossing my head back and forth, waves of pleasure surging through me as she worked, when she said, “What would feel good now?”

I moaned loudly, my pussy swelled by her fingers pumping in me, then said, “My clit, let your tongue lightly stroke it!”

Her face came down, her tongue touched me, and I surged against her with a half-scream, but held off the orgasm. I was gasping loudly, thrashing uncontrollably as she licked slowly across my inflamed clitoris.

When I finally came, it was one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had. My hands clenched the sheets and my hips pushed up to arch off the bed as I screamed her name. Her fingers slipped out, but she kept her tongue on me as my pussy dripped juice and I moaned and cried through the waves of pleasure pulsing from my pussy. I eventually flopped back down, my eyes half closed and sweat matting my hair to my head.

She climbed up and laid down next to me as I panted, watching me with a look of interest on her face. “Did you like that?” she asked.

I laughed, turning to give her a hug as I said “Oh yes baby, I loved that. You’re a natural”

She gave me a shy smile, so I gave her a brief kiss and said, “I’m hungry, do you want lunch?”

She nodded quickly, saying, “Yeah. I’m starving!”

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Tater Tot

The next morning Amber didn’t act embarrassed, just thanked me and got ready for school. I admired her tight ass as she walked to her room.

Amber went straight to her homework again that night, spending another hour studying and completing assignments. When we sat down in front of the TV later, she asked, “Mom, you said you had a girlfriend, didn’t you?”

I smiled and said, “Just after high school.”

She thought about that for awhile, then said, “Why?”

I shrugged and said, “I’d always enjoyed looking at girls, but liked boys too. When I broke up with my high school boyfriend, and Sara broke up with hers, we just sort of…” I shrugged again and said, “got horny.”

Amber giggled and said, “You got horny?”

I laughed and said, “We had a couple of drinks, got to bad mouthing guys, and somehow decided to try kissing. That led to touching, then licking, then all kinds of things. We found we enjoyed being together. We actually dated for a while, but drifted apart during the second year.”

She blushed as I mentioned kissing and licking, but was watching me, fascinated by what I was saying. She did her nodding thing as she thought about what I had said, then asked “Are girls better than boys?”

I smiled and said “Not better, different.”

“How?” she asked.

“Masculine and feminine,” I started. “Men are naturally aggressive and everything is built around their cocks. They want to stick them in a girl — mouth, pussy, or ass, they don’t care. They can be loving, but not really tender. A woman knows your body, understands the things you want in life, and what you want out of sex. But they don’t have a cock, and they can’t come inside you. Having a man press his cock deep inside your pussy or ass is satisfying in a way that I can’t explain. But a man can’t tongue your pussy in just the right way, and they don’t touch you the way a woman can. Also, if you’re a dominant person, it’s easier to be that way with a woman.”

That was a lot for her to take in, so I sat quietly as she processed it all. She nodded and tilted her head a couple of times before saying, “Do people really, you know, like to get, you know… f-fucked in the ass?” She blushed and stuttered her way through that, embarrassed to say such a bad word in front of me.

Nodding, I said, “Oh, yes. I love it myself, though it’s not for everyone. It’s about preparation and practice.”

“Does it… what does it feel like?” she asked.

Smiling I said, “I can’t really explain the physical feeling, but it is more about surrendering your body to someone. Bending over and letting someone sodomize you is terribly naughty, so it’s very exciting to do it. You’re also giving the other person control of you, letting them take your most private things.”

“Have you… you know… used a… dildo?” she whispered the last word, bright red in the face.

I giggled and said, “You mean on someone else?”

She nodded quickly, not really meeting my eye, so I said, “You probably mean a strap-on, and yes. I’ve had them used on me, too.”

That got a giggle, though she couldn’t turn any more red.

We finished watching TV, but she stopped to hug me and said, “Thanks, Mom,” before going up to bed.

I called Kathy before bed and asked what she was doing tomorrow. When she said, “Nothing,” I asked if she needed a deep massage, drawing a laugh and quick yes from her. Looked like I was going to be using a strap-on the next day.

I got Amber off to school and went straight to Kathy’s. I had her bent over the couch, fucking her hard within fifteen minutes as she screamed and moaned. I fucked her three times over the next couple of hours — missionary, rear entry, then to be weird, on her side. She was coming constantly, totally worn out before I had enough. I came just as much, getting off continuously as I pictured her as Amber. I was turning into a very naughty person.

She kissed me passionately when I left, saying how much she enjoyed the more aggressive Susan.

That night when Amber came into my room, I sat up and scooted against the headboard, telling her to sit in front of me after she took her clothes off. I turned off the light, then wrapped my arms around her as I started.

“You were babysitting for Mrs. Jones when she came back early, and asked if you wanted to watch some TV with her before you went home. You sat on her big couch, between her legs as she wrapped her arms around you. When the movie started, you could feel her hands come around and cup your breasts.” That was when I reached up and fondled her breasts. She immediately reacted with a long moan, startling me a little at its strength.

I played with her breasts for a while, saying, “She doesn’t say anything, just touches you, eventually unbuttoning your shirt and your bra as you sit passively between her legs.” I’m enjoying the feel of her small, firm little tits, letting my hands cup and squeeze them, periodically pinching the nipples as she continues to moan and gasp loudly.

“She lets one hand slide down and slip into your pants and panties, a finger sliding between your wet pussy lips.” My hand did this, my middle finger slipping in between her labia. When she gave a sharp squeak and came on my hand, I was shocked. I pressed my finger in tightly, holding it to her as she humped forward against it until a small spurt of her wetness splashed my hand. It went on for quite a while before she relaxed and let her head roll back on my shoulder.

I continued, saying, “You come on her fingers, soaking your panties and causing her to draw her hand out and bring it to your mouth to lick clean.” I brought my hand up and let the middle finger slide into her mouth, drawing another deep moan from her as she sucked it clean.

“When you’re done, she lets it slide back down and starts rubbing you some more.” I followed my own direction, letting my fingers spread her pussy lips slightly and slide between them, the friction building her excitement again. Her pussy was soaked, making it very slick as I said, “After a moment, she starts pushing her finger in, slowly, letting you get used to it.”

Amber made a soft sobbing, groaning noise as my finger tip slid inside her. Her channel was very tight and hot, making it slow going as I gently thrust in and out. I made slow progress, letting my palm and other fingers press in and out as my finger gained an inch or two over the next few minutes. I didn’t say anything as we were doing this, just enjoyed her loud moans and sighs.

When I was up to my second knuckle, I began a rhythmic thrusting — pulling out, then gently pushing back in. Amber started making short “Uh-uh,” noises as I pushed in, her hands clenching on my thighs as her hips twitched forward and back. This went on for another couple of minutes before her body clenched tightly and her head rolled back, Amber letting out a long drawn-out groan as her pussy splashed on my hand again. I could feel her channel clench and release my finger as the orgasm ripped through her.

She fell asleep in my arms before I could even pull my finger out, totally exhausted from orgasms. I smiled as I lay down next to her, licking my fingers clean as I fingered myself to an orgasm.

*****

Amber was pretty happy when she woke up, saying, “Thanks, Mom,” as she dashed off to get ready for school. I laughed as I got up and went to make breakfast.

I had laundry and household stuff to do, so no girl sex with Kathy that day.

Amber was bright eyed and excited when she got home, but didn’t tell me why until that night when we were in the den. She handed me a stack of papers when she sat down, her eyes shining in excitement. Two tests, a report, and a couple of quizzes, all with A’s. I clapped my hands in excitement, giving her a hug and telling her how happy I was.

She gave me a big smile and said, “So, do I get a reward?”

That got a laugh from me and I said, “Of course.”

When I didn’t continue, she said, “Mom! So what is it?”

Giving her a hug, I told her, “For work this good I’ll give you two. One tonight, which I pick. And one tomorrow, which I’ll let you pick.”

She grinned for a second, then looked confused, saying, “What? Pick what?”

I gave her a mysterious smile and said, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Mom!” she said in frustration, but then laughed and gave me a hug before saying, “But I get one tonight?”

Hugging her back, I told her, “Oh, yes.”

Amber was already naked when she came to my room that night, getting a grin from me as I slipped the sheet down and had her lie next to me.

Her eyes were big and curious as she laid down, excited to see what we were going to do that night.

Taking her hand, I began, “I’ve been showing you how to pleasure yourself, and how your mind and the fantasies we have make it so much better, but tonight I’m going to show you what a girlfriend or boyfriend can do, and how it changes the way things feel,” I told her.

She blinked in confusion, trying to puzzle out what I meant as I turned out the light and leaned down over her. When my face was just above hers I said, “Tonight I’m going to be your girlfriend and we decide to make out.”

Amber gasped at that, staring up as I leaned down and put my lips on hers. She moaned into my mouth as her hands grabbed my shoulders. I kissed her lightly, softly touching her lips with mine, doing this for a short period before letting my tongue slip out to trace her lips. She groaned again, then sighed as my tongue slipped into her mouth. I spent some time at this, tasting and tracing her mouth and lips, letting our tongues wrestle.

Eventually I let a hand come up to fondle her breast, drawing out a deep groan between our mouths. After playing with her breast for a time, I started kissing her face, down her neck, then onto her breast. When I took her nipple in my mouth, the little vixen came. Her hands grabbed my head, pulling me against her chest as she thrust her hips up high, bowing her body until her head fell back and she gave a loud screech. She froze like that for a minute — then slowly relaxed, letting my head go. Holy hell, she came just from me sucking on her tit!

I smiled as I went back to work, thinking she was really going to be excited in a minute. Her hands were lying loosely beside her as I spent time exploring her breasts, enjoying their small size and perkiness. When I started kissing my way down her tummy, she said “Oh!” very loudly, tensing up, making her tight belly even tighter.

I kissed above her pussy, then leaned back a little, lying down between her legs to look at her. She had a light patch of hair around her slit, but it was damp and flat now. Her pussy was drenched and her small lips slightly puffy as I let my breath touch her.

Amber was moaning continuously, tossing her head side to side, her hands fluttering over her body as she let her hips push up toward me. Her pussy was flowing freely, causing her juices to run down her ass crack. I let my fingers spread her pussy lips, getting another “Oh!” from her. I had to use the other hand to hold her hips in place as I brought my mouth down and licked a path up the length of her pussy.

Her legs wrapped around my head and her hands grabbed my hair as she flat out screamed, her body arching up into my face. She squirted in my mouth and across my face — something I’d heard of, but never saw. I had to close my eyes, but kept my mouth open, feeling very wicked as I drank my daughter’s essence down. Amber was sobbing wildly as her body whiplashed under me, nearly breaking my fingers before I got them out of the way. I held on as her hips slowly stopped moving and her legs released me. My face was soaked as I scooted up to hold her in my arms as she sobbed a couple of more times before falling asleep.

I masturbated to a strong orgasm as I licked my daughter’s thighs and pussy clean. She never twitched.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Tater Tot

I didn’t wait for Amber to be embarrassed in the morning, just gave her a slap on the butt and said, “All right kiddo, time to get ready for school.”

She hopped out of bed pretty quickly and gave me a shy smile, but didn’t blush and act like a spaz. I grinned as I headed down to get breakfast together while she got cleaned up and dressed. I only worked Tuesday and Thursdays as the divorce settlement had left us in good shape, so had time to do things I wanted. At thirty-two having free time was a true gift, so I spent a lot of time at the gym or playing tennis with friends.

Amber gave me another shy smile when she came in, but we didn’t say anything about what had happened. I wasn’t surprised to see her looking at my breasts when she thought I wasn’t looking, and I in return was looking at her pert little ass. I almost laughed as she was heading to the bus as I thought about how weird it all was.

I was horny and had plans for that afternoon. My tennis partner was a young woman at the club named Kathy that had started a couple of weeks after me and had needed a partner. She was twenty-one and shy at the time, so I had been nice enough to offer. We had hit it off pretty well and one thing led to another and we had ended up having sex. It was her first time with a woman, so I had had a lot of fun showing her what to do. Now we got together periodically when one of us wanted to, mainly when her husband was traveling.

We had fun playing tennis for an hour, then headed to the showers. No one else was there, so as soon as we stepped into the showers I pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, my hands coming up to fondle her breasts. She struggled a little, but froze and gasped as I dropped to my knees and shoved my face in her pussy. Kathy put her hands on my brown hair as I started licking and kissing her, getting wet very quickly. I was moaning myself as I brought a hand up and slipped a finger in her wet cunt, sliding my tongue up and down, then over her clit as I plunged it in and out.

The public nature of what we were doing must have really excited her, because it was only a couple of minutes before she came, covering my hand as I licked her until she stopped thrashing. Getting up, I grabbed her face and tongue-fucked her mouth, having her taste herself for a moment before pushing her to her knees and holding her head to my soaking pussy. I had one hand on the wall and the other on her head as she grabbed my ass and let her tongue do what I had taught her.

I was hornier than I thought, coming explosively within a minute, grinding her face into my pussy as I rode out my orgasm on it. I collapsed to my knees and started licking her lips clean as I panted.

“Horny much?” she giggled.

“God, yes,” I said. “I needed that.”

She helped me up, then kissed me and said with a grin, “Any time.”

We laughed and fondled each other in the shower until another member came in.

*****

I had had an idea earlier and spent the rest of the day thinking about it, trying to decide how far I wanted to go with my daughter. When Amber came home and dropped her book bag in the corner like normal, probably not planning to do homework as usual, I decided, What the hell.

When she sat at the table, I sat down across from her and watched as she ate the sandwich I’d made, getting shy looks from under her bangs as I tried to decide what to say.

“I was thinking about what we did last night,” I started, getting a blush from her, but pushing on. “You enjoyed it, and I think it was good for you to learn these things without having to get porn off the internet or waiting for some girl or boy to teach you.”

She lost the blush and looked interested, my straightforward tone causing her to listen as if it was a normal conversation.

“I was thinking we could continue that, letting you learn about yourself and how sex can be, if you’re interested,” I said to her. She did look interested, blushing and opening her mouth to lick her lips as she nodded. I smiled and added, “You would need to do your schoolwork and study hard, but if you did we could continue doing that on Tuesday and Thursday night and on the weekends. Would you like that?”

I raised an eyebrow, watching as she squirmed in her seat. I think she was disappointed it wouldn’t be that night, but she said, “Sure, Mom, that would be great.”

I pointed at her book bag, then gathered her dishes to clean as she got to work. It was great not to have our normal fight over Amber getting homework done. “If you start bringing home A’s, maybe you could earn special rewards,” I said without looking at her.

My pussy was worn out that night as I thought about those special rewards — as I’m sure hers was.

The next day Amber came in and went straight to her school work, putting in a good hour before heading to her room and spending time on the phone. I was surprised when she came down and sat with me to watch TV, but it was nice to spend time with her for once. She was periodically squirming and red-faced, but I didn’t laugh, just smiled in anticipation.

Later, I was sitting in bed in my sleeping t-shirt when Amber came in in her pajamas, stopping by the side of the bed, blushing and nervous. I smiled and laid on my side again as I said, “Why don’t you take those things off? It will be easier if you’re naked, honey.”

She blushed brightly, but didn’t hesitate to shed her things. I watched closely, enjoying the sight of her slim young body and small little breasts. She had a small growth of hair around her pussy I could see before she slid under the covers.

I turned off the light and snuggled close again. Reaching over her, I let my hand rest on Amber’s belly as I got into my previous position with my head beside hers.

“You stay after school again,” I began. “Ms. Thomson wants you to get some more special instruction. She locks the door again and has you stand in front of her. Her hands run around your body as she asks, ‘Are you ready for some more instruction, Amber?'”

I let my hand run across her belly, down her hip and around to her ass, cupping it gently as she mumbled, “Yes.”

I grinned at that and let my hand run back around, then reached up to cup her small breasts, getting a loud gasp from her. “Ms. Thomson starts playing with your pretty breasts, telling you how firm they are. She unbuttons your shirt and pulls it open, takes your bra down, then leans forward to take a nipple in her mouth.” I tweaked her nipple as I said that, getting a loud groan from her. My hand went back to palming her small breast — not quite a handful, but with very hard nipples.

“Ms. Thomson plays with your breasts for a time, kissing and licking them, pinching the nipples, moaning about how pretty they are and how she loves to taste them.” I pinched, squeezed and tweaked her breasts for awhile, then moved my hand down as I said, “She starts to kiss her way down your stomach, stopping to play with your belly button, then slides your skirt off, leaving you standing in only your panties.”

My hand cupped her hip as she started to make squeaking noises, her hips undulating slowly. “She drops to her knees in front of you and licks the front of your wet panties,” I said as my hand slid across and onto her very wet pussy. Amber made a loud moaning noise, surprising me at how excited she was after only a few minutes.

“‘Shh,’ she says, ‘we don’t want anyone to hear.’ Then her hand comes up and slides your panties off, leaving you standing in the classroom naked, her kneeling in front of you. Her face moves forward and her tongue licks your pussy, sliding between your lips, tasting your delicious flavor.” My hand slid up and pushed along her pussy, getting a loud groan and a hard thrust of her hips. She was gasping, breathing fast and heavy.

“She licks up and down, sliding her tongue in a little as it passes over your channel, her hands cupping your ass as she pulls you against her face.” My finger pushed against her opening every time I passed it, putting pressure there, but not yet entering. I did this for a couple of minutes as I continued. “Ms. Thomson is moaning as she tongue-fucks you, very excited to have her mouth on your tight little pussy. Between licks, she says, ‘I want to fuck you one day, Amber’.

I let my finger enter slightly as Amber came once again. It was even stronger this time, drawing a short, high pitched scream as she pushed against me and her hand reached down to hold mine against her pussy. Her hips humped me for a moment, each thrust in time with a small surge of wetness. I was impressed, this was a very strong orgasm.

She released my hand as she sort of sagged against me, breathing heavily. Once again I licked my finger clean, enjoying her young flavor as she watched me through half-closed eyes. And once again I masturbated to a strong orgasm after she fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 3