Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Passing Cloud

Trembling with excitement, I crawled even closer. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to embarrass myself with my inexperience, but I couldn’t miss out on this fantastic opportunity.

I tentatively reached out and put my hand on her thigh, just above the knee. She inhaled deeply, then said, “Can you all see? Come closer if you want.” She lifted her hips slightly as if to emphasise the point and then, to me, said, “Move your hand up, further, right to the top. I’ll tell you what to do.”

The other girls shuffled closer. Kathy focused the torch between Maria’s outstretched legs. Maria moved her hand to her vulva and carefully spread her labia. It was a revelation to me when I saw how wet her pink slit was. I could clearly see the neat lines of her lips, and the bud of her clitoris. I thought it was perfect.

Kathy also showed her appreciation, whispering, “Oh, look at that. Oh God. That’s brilliant.”

As instructed, I moved my hand along Maria’s thigh. Her skin was smooth and soft. I caressed it gently as I inched towards her beautiful cunt. I said the word in my head: cunt. It somehow enhanced the moment for me.

Maria spoke to me again. “Put your finger here.” She pointed to her clitoris.

I carefully placed my fingertip on the glistening point.

“Rub it,” she instructed. I noticed her voice had changed. It was softer, yet breaking somehow, as though she was having difficulty speaking. I understand now. I didn’t understand then. It didn’t stop me from doing what she said, though.

Gently, carefully, I tickled that beautiful bud with the tip of my finger.

I kept doing it when she started to move her hips around, and carried on as she lifted them up, pushing her cunt towards me. She took hold of my hand then, stopping my movements. She sighed heavily again and clamped her legs tightly together. “Ooooh, that feels really nice,” she breathed. “Better let the others have a go, though.”

She kept her legs tensed together for another few seconds, then sat up, more composed. “Sit here,” she instructed me. As I moved to sit next to her, she opened her legs again, affording the other three a clear view of her sex.

“Who’s next?” she grinned.

With what, in retrospect, can only be described as a leer, Nancy volunteered, “Me!” and scurried into place between Maria’s thighs. Without any preamble, she put her hand straight onto Maria’s vulva. I saw her fingers slide into that wet slit and watched breathlessly as she worked her hand along the entire length. Up and down. Long slow rhythmic strokes.

Kathy and Jude edged closer, bringing the torch between Maria’s thighs and highlighting the lascivious detail in sharp relief. Nancy was clearly enamoured. As she caressed and probed between Maria’s thighs, she was constantly murmuring, “That’s lovely. Feel that. God, it’s so wet.”

Maria, still sitting up but leaning back on her hands, turned her lovely face towards me. I could see in the subdued light, on the periphery of the torch beam, that her cheeks were a little flushed, her eyelids heavy.

She looked so beautiful.

To Nancy she said, “Don’t stop,” then to me, closer, her lips almost touching my cheek, “It’s your turn now, Sis. While they’re doing that, take your knickers off. Let me see.”

I felt a moment’s hesitation about exposing myself in front of the others, but that passed. I had already, in my mind, committed myself unreservedly to Maria and so, in an excited rush, I pulled my little pants down and off. I gripped them in my fist as I sat beside her, and my heart raced again as she put a warm hand on my thigh and started to push my skirt up.

Her lips were still close to my cheek, and I could feel her body moving in time to the steady rubbing of Nancy.

I heard Jude say, “Let me have a go!” Nancy, reluctantly I thought, gave way to Jude, but then saw Maria lifting my skirt and, with a grin, moved over to sit the other side of me. Kathy saw too, and shone the torch in my direction just as Maria lifted my skirt above my waist.

I squirmed in the glare of light, turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut, but when Maria whispered. “Open your legs, Sis,” I did just that. I lay back and wantonly spread my thighs as wide as I could.

Maria leaned over me. I could feel her breath on my face when she spoke. “What a pretty little cunt. Let me feel.” She in turn was still being attended to by Jude, and it seemed that in leaning over me, she’d spread herself open just as wantonly as I had.

Jude, in awe, whispered, “Oh Maria, that’s fantastic. I can see everything.”

I sensed the light move back to Maria as her fingers started to play with my vulva. She stroked my slit gently, and I raised my hips a little to allow her easy access to all of it. She murmured appreciatively, “That’s right. Lift up. Keep your legs open.”

In the background, my sister Kathy exchanged places with Jude. She said to Maria, “Is that all right? Can I touch you here?”

Maria, maintaining her stroking of my slit, turned to Kathy. “Do what you want. Put your fingers inside if you like.”

I heard Kathy give a little appreciative, “Oh, yes,” as Maria turned back to me.

Maria probed a little between my tight lips, rubbing and tickling. It felt so, so good. Then she found a particular spot which, as she touched it, made me gasp — and my hips jerked in a reaction I couldn’t control. I felt, rather than saw, her smile. “Is that nice?” she asked, concentrating her attention on that one spot.

I managed to reply, “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Please!”

Then Maria turned to Jude and Nancy. “You can feel my tits if you want, while Kathy’s doing that.”

Jude replied, “Me first!” and I heard her scrabbling across the mats to indulge.

Nancy, in control of the light, first played the beam between Maria’s legs so she could watch Kathy’s fervent fingering, then scanned up her body to gaze in envy at Jude, stroking Maria’s lovely breasts, and then to my stretched thighs where Maria was giving me her delightful attention.

For me, though, heaven was descending. The feeling between my legs was getting more and more intense. I couldn’t speak. I know I was lying almost rigid now, my mouth agape, eyes staring into nowhere. All I understood was that my darling Maria was giving me such pleasure, such a feeling — like nothing I had ever known or imagined. On and on, she moved her fingers until I couldn’t feel them anymore. Not like fingers. Not like a part of someone, just a wonderful, wonderful feeling. Growing, growing, and then, and then…

I heard myself cry out. I couldn’t control it or stop myself. My back arched violently. My hips thrust high into the air. I was pushing upwards with all my strength — stretched, convex, heaving, balanced on my shoulders and heels. Great waves of ecstasy tore through my tiny body. I heaved, I moaned, I stared wildly at Maria, who was smiling at me as her fingers continued to play.

“How does it feel?” she gently asked as my first orgasm ripped me, bared me to my soul.

I tried to reply even as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. My mouth opened and closed. Guttural noises issued. I tried to smile my pleasure, my joy — but another wave hit me, and another, and my back arched again. My hips trembled and heaved.

My first orgasm. I remember it so well. It makes me wet even now to think of it, to think of Maria, my first love. My first lover.

I don’t remember much about us getting dressed and moving out — back into the ‘real’ world of sunshine and innocence — but we did. We all managed to compose ourselves and go about our normal business. Although I know I spent most of that afternoon in a dream state, rerunning those events again and again. The wonderful feeling that had almost overwhelmed me left a residual warmth and tingling between my eager young thighs, and a fantastic state of well-being throughout my whole body.

The main thing, though, was the turmoil in my mind. It wasn’t confusion, or apprehension. I wasn’t upset in any way, I just wanted more: more of that fantastic physical sensation that my lovely Maria had given me, more of those subtle longings that had so excited me as I watched her strip, as I inspected her nakedness, as I touched and stroked her secret places.

The walk home with my sister was strangely subdued. It was as though the sudden extreme intimacy we had shared ‘under the stage’ should be confined to that place: a secret, not something that should be brought into our routine lives.

Later that night, however, as we lay in bed in our shared room, Kathy whispered in the darkness “You know, today…”

“Yes…” I responded.

“When Maria did that to you…”

“Yes?”

Did it really feel that nice?”

I paused before answering, reliving the moment again in my mind. “It was fantastic,” I eventually replied.

Another pause, then, “Will you show me what she did, Sis? I saw her hand between your legs, rubbing… and then you started jerking around and I couldn’t really see what she was doing.”

“I’m not sure,” I replied, “she tickled me in a special place, right on my button. It felt different.”

The room was quiet. I could hear Kathy breathing, she was obviously waiting for me to carry on.

Finally I whispered, “Do you want me to do it to you?”

In a small voice — it seemed unusual for my big sister to sound so meek — she replied, “Okay.”

It was a warm night, so I quickly slipped out of bed and quietly padded across the room to where Kathy was waiting. I was wearing pyjamas, but I could see, as I sat on the edge of her bed, that Kathy was wearing a nightie. Well, not actually wearing it. She had pulled the bedclothes to one side and drawn her nightdress up to her chin, so in effect my elder sister was lying there naked.

I looked at her body, gleaming in the half light. Her skin seemed pale, almost blue. I let my eyes wander the length of her torso. I noticed the slightest hint of budding breasts and then, further down, her slit — hairless, like mine. She looked young, much younger than Maria, even though they were nearly the same age.

Nevertheless, I realised that I was enjoying looking at my sister’s body. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way before (not until earlier today), but there I was, about to do things to her which I really didn’t understand, things that were so personal and intimate that I had to catch my breath as I thought about it. The same feeling started to grow in my ‘cunt’ as it had earlier with Maria.

I was aroused.

I gently placed my hand on her belly. She flinched, but didn’t move. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted and expectant.

As I started to move my fingers across her skin, I realised with a thrill that I could do what I wanted to this naked girl’s body. It didn’t even matter that it was my sister. It was as if I was watching this scene, slightly detached from it, and could therefore study it more intensely. I savoured the freedom with which my fingers roamed across her belly, up to her chest, tracing the lines of her ribs as she wriggled her torso under my gentle tickling.

“Don’t move,” I gently instructed. To my delight, she held still, her back slightly arched and tensed.

“It tickles,” she murmured, her eyes still tightly closed.

“It’s supposed to,” I lied, enjoying this power over my big sister, relishing her strange compliance. “That makes it better. See how long you can stand it.”

So I started this new little game, a game within a game. I don’t know where it came from, but the excitement and arousal I was feeling grew suddenly much more intense as I delighted in being in control, of bringing a little sumptuous torment to my naked, submissive sister.

With the lightest of touches, my fingers played all over her exposed skin. My right hand wormed its way to her nipples, my fingers working rapidly — tickling, tickling. My left hand, working in a similar way, crawled lustfully down to her thighs, tickling again along that sublime little crease that lies in a little girl’s groin, formed by her vulva and thigh.

I stroked along the soft skin on the inside of her thighs and, with the faintest of caresses, like a breath, touched her lightly on her tiny, tight slit.

She opened her eyes then, as a little gasp escaped her moist lips. “Oh!” She stared blankly for a brief moment, as though concentrating on something invisible; something in her mind’s eye. Then, with a sigh, she closed her eyes again.

I whispered, “Open your legs, Kathy.”

She instantly stretched her thighs wide, drawing her heels up almost to her buttocks. Her hips were slightly raised. “That’s it, that’s it,” I said. “Like that. Now don’t move.”

I ran my finger along the length of her slit and bent my head closer, so I could see better what I was doing.

Kathy’s raised hips and stretched legs revealed her to me completely. For the first time, I could see my sister’s anus in complete detail. Strangely, this excited me even more — such a personal, private place. I wanted to touch her there as well, but thought it might be too intrusive and so held back.

I concentrated on her slit.

On her ‘cunt’.

That word again.

Parting the smooth lips with my finger, I continued to rub her. I felt warm wetness as I sought out her ‘button’ and started to play with it.

It wasn’t long before we had set a rhythm. It just seemed natural. The fingers of my left hand caressed her clitoris in time with the undulations of her hips, while my right hand squeezed and stroked her nipples — first one, then the other.

It wasn’t long before Kathy appeared to be approaching the state that I’d reached earlier in the day. Her hips were raised higher, the movements more pronounced. She licked her lips, her breathing more rapid. She started to moan — a strange helpless mewling, like a kitten.

I giggled, couldn’t help it, then carried on with glee, a broad grin on my face. I was doing this to my sister, giving her this fabulous feeling just as Maria had done for me. Maybe Kathy would worship me afterwards, like I did Maria.

I kept going, faster.

Kathy started to heave, and her moans became louder.

Still grinning, I hissed, “Ssshh. Don’t make so much noise!” Remembering how Maria had questioned me in my helplessness, I cruelly asked, “How does it feel? Do you want me to stop?”

But unlike me, Kathy managed a reply. “Don’t stop. Keep doing it. It feels… it feels…”

Then she exploded. I was aware that I was seeing this from the other side. She was completely helpless, completely in my power as she convulsed and heaved beneath me. She clamped her thighs hard on my hand, but I still managed to work on her clitoris — tweaking it and rubbing it as, through lips pressed tightly together, her stifled moans inflamed my lust.

She flung her legs wide as I continued, then squeezed them back together, then wide apart again. Her head rolled from side to side and her hands twitched and flapped as her orgasm slowly, slowly  subsided. Eventually she calmed down.

I removed my hand — trailing a warm and sticky track across her belly as I did so.

She pulled her nightdress down, lay on her side and drew her knees up to her chest. We were both silent for a few moments. Her breathing grew quieter. She turned her face to look at me. A shy smile appeared.

“Next time you should take your clothes off, too,”

She couldn’t see as my hand moved under the bedclothes, slipped inside my pyjamas and felt my wet vagina. She didn’t know that my mind was awash with images of her and Maria, of naked young bodies, slick wet slits, smooth, wide-open thighs. She couldn’t see how, that night, I masturbated for the first time.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Passing Cloud

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2012 }

It was many years ago that I attended primary school. My sister Katherine, who is three years older, was at the same school. We walked there together every day. In those days it was safe to do so. Unusually, I think, we got on well. She looked after me, and I respected and admired her. We were forced apart in classes by our respective ages, but always met up at lunch times. Her regular friends tolerated me at first, but after a while it just became accepted that I was part of the group and so I became affectionately known as “Little Sis,” and then simply “Sis.”

Childhood drifted slowly by, lazy hazy days of navy knickers and knee socks, laughter and innocence.

Then she arrived.

I was seven and my sister ten when we found out that a new girl was starting after half term in my sister’s class.

It was lunchtime of that first day, back when I met her. She had instantly become the focal point of Kathy’s group, and as I joined them in the playground she stood out like a beacon.

Her name was Maria B.

Half Italian, she had long, black lustrous hair; large, deep brown eyes; full red lips, and she was half a head taller than any of us. I was tiny by comparison, and looking up at her she seemed more like a woman to me than a girl — especially since, and I stared in wonder, she had breasts. Looking back, I suspect they weren’t as huge as my idealistic memory suggests, but at the time they seemed enormous. Ten years old with breasts! I was fascinated, entranced and, quite simply, smitten.

She noticed me staring at her and her eyes widened, a broad smile showing her gleaming teeth lit up her face and, with a rich, exotic accent she said, “Hello, little girl. Who are you? You are so pretty.”

Her tone was so kindly, her expression so warm, “smitten,” immediately became “in love”. It is true to say that from that moment, and for the next year and a half, until she moved on and out of my life, she was the centre of my universe. I worshipped and adored her, followed her around, tried to copy her mannerisms, even attempted to talk in her accent. She was my goddess and I would do anything for her. Imagine my delight, then, when I was invited to be one of her “special” friends.

A few weeks after that first day, as I was walking home with Kathy, my sister suddenly said, “What do you think of Maria?”

Surprised by the question, I stammered a little in my response. “I… I like her. She’s really nice.”

“She likes you, you know,” she paused. “She says you’re sexy.”

My heart leaped in my chest, my stomach churned, I felt myself flushing red… but not with embarrassment. I knew what sexy meant. Even at age seven. Little girls talk, you know, and they aren’t stupid.

“She says you can come under the stage tomorrow, around dinner time.”

Now I understood what “under the stage,” meant. In the school main hall at one end was a timber stage (typically used when the Head was holding assemblies or for plays and pantomimes and the likes) enclosed all round with boarding, but with an access door into a crawl space where gym equipment — mats and other apparatus — was stored. So going “under the stage,” meant precisely that. What I didn’t understand, however, was the implication.

So I said, “What for?”

Kathy came closer to me as we walked along and, leaning over, whispered in my ear, “Promise you won’t tell anybody?”

“Yes. Promise.” I was all curiosity now.

So Kathy continued, “Last time we did gym, we put the mats back under — me, Maria, Nancy and Jude — and Miss Kirk,” (the sports mistress), “left us to lock up. So we were in there for a few minutes on our own. We could see all right, ‘cos the door was open a bit and we were just messing about and laughing, and then all of a sudden Maria just said, ‘who wants to see my tits?’ Just like that. She just came out with it.”

I was at once shocked and excited. Shocked that my beautiful heroine could be so rude and forthright, yet excited to think about what else might be happening in that murky secret place ‘under the stage’.

“What did you say?” I asked in hushed awe.

“Well. We all said we did. Who wouldn’t want to see them?” she replied.

“So did she show you?” I gasped.

“Yes. She just lifted her blouse, pulled her bra up and let us have a good look.”

I was speechless for a moment as I tried to visualise this wonderful little tableau.

Eventually I asked, “What are they like?”

Kathy answered simply, “fantastic!”

Suddenly I was wracked with envy, so jealous that my sister had been so intimate with the girl that I adored that I felt close to tears. All was put right, though, when Kathy went on, “She reckons she can get the keys tomorrow morning, and we can sneak under and spend all dinner time there. And if you come too, she says she’ll strip off and let us see her with nothing on.”

I gasped in amazement. “Really? Nothing at all?”

“That’s what she said.”

My mind was racing now as it played strange erotic games. Between my little-girl legs, something was stirring. A welcome warmth.

Kathy continued, however. “And she reckons she’s got hair,” she nodded towards my crotch, “you know, there.”

Again my mouth opened in wonder. I thought of my own tight little hairless vagina. How childish I must seem to someone like Maria. I felt pathetic and inadequate, but filled with a fervent desire to see Maria naked; to see her breasts and pubic hair. I couldn’t imagine any more detail, but I was determined not to miss this opportunity.

“Anyway, she says you’re sexy,” Kathy carried on. “She likes your face and your bum, she says, and she wants you to come too.”

I was overjoyed and could hardly contain my excitement as I eagerly nodded, “Yes, I’ll come.”

But Kathy hadn’t finished yet, saying, “And she told me to ask you if you’ll take your knickers off for her. She said she wants to give you a feel.”

Now this was different territory indeed. I hadn’t even considered anything like it, even in my fantasies. My dreams of Maria had been romantic idylls at best — although I mostly saw myself as some sort of unworthy servant — being treated kindly, maybe stealing a kiss here and there.

I had never been touched intimately by anyone, other than my mother at bath time (so I knew a little of sexual pleasure — but that’s another story), and I was nonplussed by this development.

Confused but excited, I asked Kathy, “Why? Wouldn’t she rather do that to you or one of the others?” I thought about Jude and Nancy. They were both pretty. And sometimes they’d said things which suggested they’d already done something similar. Jude in particular, on one occasion, had said she’d been ‘fingered’ by her brother. I didn’t really understand fully at the time, but got the drift, I think.

“No,” Kathy replied. She sounded almost despondent. “Maria says she likes them little and smooth. What should I tell her?”

Suddenly elated, I grinned at Kathy and said, “Tell her she can do anything she wants!” and then I skipped all the way home.

That evening passed in a silent frenzy of anticipation. Although I slept soundly (as far as I can remember), the next morning — especially during lessons — my mind was in similar turmoil. I can remember my inability to concentrate and was, unusually, berated by the teacher for, “obviously not listening.”

Eventually it was dinner time, and I literally raced to meet my sister and the others (one other, especially).

To my absolute and utter delight I saw, as I raced around the corner of the main hall, the little group complete. Kathy, Jude, Nancy and, dominant in her statuesque beauty, Maria.

She saw me running towards them and beamed at me. Her beautiful lips uttered words I’ll never forget. “We’ve been waiting for you, Sis. Do you want to see what I’ve got to show you?”

Beaming back, I nodded vigorously, and so Maria took my hand (I was almost in ecstasy now) and, glancing around to make sure no-one was watching, opened the side door to the hall.

We slipped inside and headed straight for the stage.

I didn’t know how she’d got hold of the keys, and didn’t ask. I was just glad she had as she unlocked the low door and, glancing cautiously round again, ushered us inside.

Locking the door behind us, we crawled into the middle of the space under the stage. Equipment was scattered around, but there was a reasonably sized area of open space where the gym mats lay. We flopped down on them and slowly allowed our eyes to accustom themselves to the low light.

Jude said, in a slightly disgruntled tone, “It’s a bit dark.”

“It’s a good job I brought this, then,” said Maria, and from her shoulder bag pulled out a large metal torch.

Jude giggled as Maria switched it on and flooded the space with a strong beam. Reaching across me (her breasts tantalisingly brushing my shoulder), she handed the torch to Kathy. “You hold it, Kathy.” My heart was racing. “Point it wherever you like while I do it.”

The next few minutes were some of the most memorable of my life. I watched in stunned fascination, my hand unconsciously pressing on the ‘hot spot’ between my legs, heart racing as the gorgeous Maria, my love, my mistress, at ten years old the queen of my universe, took off her clothes.

First she unfastened the buttons of her blouse and peeled it off — a little awkwardly in the confined space — and she was soon sitting there in her bra. I remember it was white, that’s all. Transfixed by the sight of her partly undressed, I stared at the swell of her breasts standing out in the sharp light of the electric torch. She paused for a few seconds, pushing her chest out.

“All right?” she asked. “Can you see okay?”

Invisible nods and a couple of choked affirmatives, spluttered in the dark outside of the torch beam, encouraged her to continue.

I saw her fingers hook underneath the front of her bra, noticed a little smile appear on her face, and couldn’t help myself gasping in delight as she lifted it, stretched and pulled it over her head, then sat back and caressed, squeezed and then cupped those beautiful firm orbs in her hands as she held them out for us to inspect.

Again she asked, “Is that all right?” Again, frenzied nods and strangled yeses.

She knelt up then, and started to work on the buttons of her skirt. My eyes, which had been desperately following the movement of her breasts, inspecting the glorious detail of her erect brown nipples, were now drawn to the activity of her busy fingers.

In seconds she had loosened the waist of her grey pleated skirt and dropped it to the mat. Sitting back down, she lifted her legs together and drew the skirt off. She quickly slipped her shoes off as well so now she was wearing only her white knee socks and a pair of white pants — really rather brief for a girl of ten, I now realise.

She knelt up again so we could see her better.

Cupping her breasts again, she said, “If you want, when I’ve taken my knickers off, you can take it in turns to have a feel.” I swear I nearly fainted with excitement.

Sliding her hands across her abdomen like some sort of elfin striptease artiste, she hooked her thumbs in the waist of her pants and, glancing up into the torchlight, said “Ready?” and then slid them down to her knees.

She quickly sat again, lifted her legs and slipped them off.

She was naked now apart from her socks, which she kept on. Instead of kneeling up, though, she stretched out on her back, opened her legs and said in a low voice, almost a murmur, “Shine the torch on my cunt. Have a good look.”

I knew the word. I knew how rude it was. I was surprised to hear it, but it seemed right. It made the moment more ‘rude,’ more ‘dirty,’ more erotic. Oblivious now to the other, older, girls, I leaned forward until my face was just inches away and stared in unbridled joy at the patch of hair between her thighs. It was the most excited and aroused I have ever been, and I loved it. I loved her.

She said, “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” I replied.

She stretched her legs even wider and said, “You can have first feel if you want.”

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Dirty Girl Sara

I felt like I had been dreaming when I woke up and felt Sara’s supple hot flesh against me. For so long I had fantasized about making love to my daughter and showing her the pleasures of girl-love but I never really thought it would happen. I had always loved women, marrying only for the image and benefits of the contract.

Always in the back of my mind I would dream about having sex with girls, seducing them, making love to them, teaching them, touching them, feeling their bald pussies bucking against me as I made them cum and feeling their small innocent tongues lapping at my pussy juice. It was a hunger that could never be fully quenched. It was a fire that could never really be put out. I always wanted more.

But most of all I wanted my daughter. To me she seemed like a perfect angel, sweet and innocent and developing into a beautiful young woman. I would lay awake at night fingering my pussy to multiple orgasms imagining her mouth on my breasts and the taste of her young pussy while I made love to her. Every time I looked at my daughter, I lusted after her wishing it was her who was climbing into my bed every night and keeping me warm instead of my own fingers and toys.

And then last night it happened. I had needed to go to the toilet while Sara was in the shower and when she got out one thing led to another. I fingered her right then and there with her skin so slick and hot from showering. She had never orgasmed before, and knowing that I was her first only made it more exciting for me. I brought her to the heights of her pleasure four times last night with my tongue and with my fingers.

She had been an avid learner, obeying my every lesson, licking where I told her, sucking the way I instructed and doing everything so perfect. She loved bringing pleasure to me as much as she loved what I did to her. Finally after several hours of exploring each other’s bodies, and multiple orgasms, she fell asleep in my arms.

And now all I could think about was the ten-year-old girl that she tutored in school, wondering what she had in mind. I couldn’t wait to find out. I taught eighth grade at one of the local middle schools and I also volunteered at the Catholic girls school. I think subconsciously I took those jobs to be around young girls all day and into the evening.

Still dreamy, I opened my eyes and grumbled when I looked at the clock. We were going to be late. I shook Sara awake and felt myself get juicy when she smiled up at me, all sleepy-eyed and pouty. I leaned down and kissed her warm lips and jumped when she responded so passionately. She wrapped her arms around me and before I knew it we were making out like long lost lovers, our hands roaming all over the other’s body, teasing and touching while I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she willingly sucked on it.

With a mind of its own, my thigh opened Sara’s legs and pushed against her already wet sex and she willingly dry humped my leg while we made out. She moaned and rocked herself against me as her body responded. Her nipples were hard against mine which were aching for attention. My whole body cried out for sex.

I never knew I could be so insatiable and I only wanted more knowing it was my sexy, loving, nympho daughter I was going to have sex with. Within seconds were having passionate lesbian sex in a ’69’ as she straddled my head and pushed her sex into my face.

“Suck my pussy, Mommy,” she whined. “I need to feel you licking me. Please lick your baby girl’s cunny. Make your little girl feel good. Ohhhhhh, yeah, Mommy. Make me feel good. That feels so good. Stick your tongue between my pussy lips, Mommy.”

She lowered herself down and started running her tongue between my soaking wet lips in a maddening teasing fashion while her fingers strummed my clit. I was aching for more.

I spread my legs and humped upward, my body begging for more. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Suck my pussy, Sara! Make me cum or you’ll be in trouble! Fuck your mother, you little lesbian mother fucker.”

She squealed with laughter and then stuck her head between my legs and started sucking me in earnest.

“That’s a good girl,” I cooed. “Mama takes care of good little girls.”

I pulled her down and licked and sucked on her pussy. Then I pulled away and licked my right index finger before opening her firm butt cheeks, exposing her virgin ass which flinched inward.

“What are you doing, Mommy?” she asked in a surprised voice when she felt my tongue teasing her brown asshole.

“Mommy’s teaching you,” I said, as I licked around the rim of her ass and then slowly pushed one of my fingers into her. She moaned and I nearly came when I felt her tight sphincter squeeze my finger.

“That’s a good girl. That’s a good girl. Relax and enjoy it, baby.” I went back to licking her pussy while I finger fucked her ass, and before I knew it she was rocking back and forth pushing my finger deeper into her dark bowels.

In minutes we were both cumming. My lips were latched onto her clit while my finger drove into her ass. She exploded in my mouth, drenching me with her girl juice. I came almost at the same time while she strummed my clit and stuck her tongue deep in my pussy.

That was just what I needed in the morning.

She rolled off of me and we both giggled looking at each other.

“Did you like that, baby?” I asked as I kissed her, tasting my juices on her face and lips.

“I loved it, Mom!” she said excitedly.

“Good,” I smiled. “It’s supposed to feel good. Sex is supposed to feel good. Now that you like having my finger in your ass we’ll try it some more later. Maybe we’ll use toys back there.”

“I’d like that,” she sighed. “I never knew I would love sex so much, Mom. I mean, I’ve masturbated and I’ve touched myself. But last night when you made me orgasm, my god, I felt like I never wanted to stop. After that you just kept making me cum and cum and cum and I just wanted more and more. It was like a thirst I couldn’t quench.”

I chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Now you know how I feel. I masturbate three to six times a day at least. At night, after you go to bed, I’ll lay here on this very bed and play with myself through five or six orgasms. I have a huge dildo that stretches my cunt and I love how it fills me up. I have lots of toys that I use and I’ll just lay here and cum and cum and cum, baby.”

Sara laughed. “Well, maybe now that you’ve made me into your lesbian lover, you’ll let me help Mama quench that thirst. Maybe you’ll let me help you cum.”

“Ohhhh,” I said, filled with love as I looked at her, all cute and innocent, embarrassed to have asked that. “Of course baby. Now that we’re lovers you can touch me anytime you want. And I’ll touch you anytime you want baby. I want you make you feel good.”

Sara kissed me on the mouth and looked me in the eyes. “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too.”

Thirty minutes later, I was looking in the mirror, and couldn’t help but smile at what I saw. I was wearing a black skirt that stopped just short of the knees and a white blouse. I wore a gold necklace which set off my fair skin rather well and a gold ring on my right middle finger. Underneath, I was dressed rather naughtily with black silk stockings and garter belt. My black thong and low cut bra were matching and I wondered what the other teachers at school would have thought if they knew how I was dressed. My red hair was swept up off of my neck and I wore just a touch of makeup to add color to my fair skin.

All in all I was a picture of wholesome America… except for the fact that I was a wanton nympho who craved young girl flesh.

Sara was dressed too, and when we kissed before we left for school we almost ended up having sex again in the kitchen. She was wearing a plaid skirt and tight sleeveless sweater with her red hair down over one shoulder. She didn’t wear stockings but she had a better tan than I did and with better-formed legs, I thought. She was the picture of wholesome innocence, which was the exact reason why I wanted her body so much.

It took a lot for me to not lay her down on the floor and fuck her right there but we walked out the door, me with shaky legs and Sara with a grin on her face because she knew what was going on inside me.

We got into the car silently and I started to drive her to school. She turned to me and grinned an evil smile. “You wanna fuck me, don’t you, Mom?”

“Yes!” I said louder than I planned to.

She laughed. “I know. Me too. I got wet just seeing you dressed like that, knowing that when I get home tonight we’re gonna have wild sex again.” She grinned and then got quiet again. “Mom? Tonight I want you to fuck my ass. In the shower I played with myself and fucked my ass with my finger but it wasn’t enough. I want you to stretch me back there.”

I nearly squirted in my clothes in the car. “Okay honey,” I said through gritted teeth. Sara couldn’t know the amount of sexual tension I was feeling just then. “I’d love to do that.”

Five minutes later, we were at her school. Sara leaned over and kissed my cheek and then hopped out. I watched her shake her ass as she walked away. I could feel my pussy oozing as she turned around and smiled and waved before walking into the school. I knew I would need to take care of business before I got to work and drove like a madwoman to a shopping center that hadn’t opened yet.

I parked behind the stores and slid my seat back, looking around to make sure nobody was around. I hiked my skirt above my waist and pulled my thong to the side, exposing my wet pussy. I could feel my muscles quiver. My fingers moved expertly to my clit and strummed it while my pussy leaked its juice. My other hand moved down and I began to finger-fuck myself to quicken the orgasm, moving my fingers in and out of my wet hole while I played with my clit.

All the while my eyes were closed and I was picturing myself fucking my young daughter and the student that she was tutoring. In no time I was orgasming like crazy fantasizing about a little ten-year-old mouth on my clit while my daughter rode my face. I fucked myself through three orgasms, all mind-blowing and all to the same fantasy.

Finally, I sat back in the car, gasping, trying to catch my breath while I licked my fingers clean. I pulled some wipes out of the glove compartment and cleaned myself off before pulling my skirt back down and taking a deep breath. I silently hoped that would hold me over until I got home. If not I was going to be in trouble for the rest of the day.

The first part of the day I was able to control myself reasonably well. None of the teachers even suspected what I was thinking, though one looked at me with a grin when she saw how I was dressed. She was cute and in her early twenties. Cheryl had just graduated college and started teaching fifth grade.

By lunchtime I was sweating it. I knew I was in a bad job with my proclivity to want to fuck every nubile and attractive student who came by. I thought about dodging into the women’s room and masturbating again but didn’t want to risk it. That was a sure way to lose my job. I would just have to tough it out.

By one in the afternoon, things had settled down and I was thinking I was in the clear. I was teaching eighth grade English and the class seemed to be going okay when I looked up and saw Angela out of the corner of my eye. She was a cute girl, just budding into a young woman with small mounds for breasts. She was wearing a short skirt and when she crossed her legs it rode up to her mid thigh.

Her hair was a light brown that she kept back in a pony tail and the sweater she wore was just a little too tight to be innocent in my mind. I could picture her on my desk with her legs spread while I tasted her sweet nectar making the young girl cum for the first time. She was thirteen and I wondered if she had ever thought about girl-love before.

I almost lost my train of thought but kept trucking on. Angela was one of my problem students who couldn’t seem to grasp the lessons. I pushed the thoughts from my mind and continued to teach. This was my last class before a free period when I would have a chance to tutor students who needed extra help, or grade papers and such.

It took a lot of effort but I made it through the lesson and finally the kids were streaming out to go to their next class. Before I knew what I was doing I called out Angela’s name as I sat down at my desk.

She had a fearful look in her eye as she stood before my desk. I didn’t know what I was going to say now. It was like my pussy had a mind of its own and it was calling the shots. But there she stood, looking all cute and innocent in her skirt with her hands folded before her while she bit her bottom lip in fear.

“I can see you need some help in class,” I said as I looked over some of her work.

“Yes, Ms. Smith. I’m having trouble understanding everything that we’re talking about,” she admitted with a look of embarrassment on her face.

“It’s okay, child. We all need help every now and then,” I said with a reassuring smile as I moved the chair out and leaned back, crossing my legs, watching her. Her eyes dropped to my legs but then she looked up again, blushing a little. My heart skipped a beat. “Would you like some extra tutoring?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Smith, I would. I think it would help, and I appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

I looked around. “Come sit over here at this desk,” I said, pointing to a desk in the corner that could not be seen from the door. It was the most private area in the room. She looked at me, kind of wondering why I had picked there but didn’t say anything as she walked over and sat down.

I sat next to her in a classroom seat, making my skirt rise up to the tops of my stockings, exposing my garter straps. I pretended not to notice this, but I could see that she could see. She seemed curious and a little excited by seeing that. I grinned to myself, thinking that this was just what I needed today. Silently I wondered if Sara might like her too.

About ten minutes into the tutoring, I placed my hand on the small of her back, and she didn’t move so I felt emboldened. I moved closer to her and as I would lean across, touching her hand to turn a page, I would feel her flinch. I smiled inwardly to myself at this. I knew I would be making my move soon.

“So, how are things at home?” I asked.

“Oh,” she said. “They’re okay I guess.” She shrugged. “You know how it is sometimes.”

I smiled knowingly. “Yes, I do know how it is sometimes. My daughter is about your age.”

“Oh really?” she asked, perking up. “What’s her name?”

“Sara,” I said with a smile. “She’s growing up so fast now,” I said with a sigh. “Sometimes I think she’s growing up too fast.”

“That’s what my mom says.”

“Sara’s asking about boys and… well… you know, sex, already.”

“Is she?” she asked, disbelievingly, but I could see through it and knew that she had been thinking about that too.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “She’s even asked about girls.”

“Girls?” Angela asked with a confused look.

“Yes, girls. Sometimes girls kiss and touch each other, and she’s asked me about that.”

“Really?” She bit her lip again the way she always did when she was thinking about asking something.

“Have you ever wondered about girls?”

“No,” Angela answered too quickly. “Well, I mean, I’ve never asked anyone about it, but yes I’ve thought about it.”

“How so?”

She seemed embarrassed, and I put my hand on the small of her back again and massaged lightly, reassuringly. “Have you ever touched another girl?” I asked.

She didn’t answer.

“I remember when I was your age, we’d have sleepovers and sometimes we would practice kissing each other. Other times, we’d touch ourselves in front of each other. Have you ever done that?”

“Well. Sometimes. We show each other… you know… our private areas. At the last party we practiced kissing and everyone laughed at me because they said I was too into it,” Angela said with a shrug.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I said with a reassuring smile.

I started to tremble a little. “You know it’s very natural for girls to be curious about things like that. So, you know what it’s like to kiss a girl your age…” I smiled, “would you like to know what it’s like to kiss a grown woman?”

“But won’t we get in trouble?” she asked.

“Only if you tell someone.”

I put my arm around her. I could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly as she breathing excitedly. “It has to be our little secret, okay?”

She nodded, with a huge smile on her face.

“Okay then.” I looked around as if checking to make sure nobody was watching, and then I smiled at her. “Now close your eyes and purse your lips.”

Angela did so, sweetly enough to make me want to jump her right there. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. I could feel her tremble and hear her breathing ragged as my lips touched hers. I pulled back an inch and then gave into temptation and ran my tongue along her lips, lightly touching them. She moaned and I smiled to myself.

“All right,” I said in a husky voice. “Now open your lips a little and push your tongue forward ever so slightly. That’s it. Now just keep your eyes closed and do what feels natural to you. Let the pleasure lead you.”

I pressed my lips to hers and she opened her mouth and I pushed my tongue in. She jumped when she felt our tongues touch, and moaned as I put my hands on her shoulders and started to explore her mouth with my tongue. Her tongue touched mine again and before I knew it we were kissing passionately, our tongues intertwining and dancing with each other.

After a few minutes, we were both breathing heavy and my thong was soaking wet as I pulled away and looked at her. She was blushing red and gasping for breath. I smiled at her. “How did you like that, Angela?”

“I liked it, Ms. Smith,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes were shining and she was staring at me.

“Good. How did it make you feel?” I asked as I moved closer to her. I could feel the heat of her skin through her clothes as I pressed my thigh against hers and wrapped my arm around her back and held her close to me.

“It made me feel funny,” she said, embarrassed.

“A good funny or bad funny?” I asked as I rubbed the small of her back.

“A good funny. I could feel my panties getting wet and I felt this funny feeling deep in my belly. It felt really good but I’ve never felt that way before.” She blushed and looked away shyly.

I smiled at her, and she jumped when I put my hand on her thigh. I could feel the heat through her skirt as she slightly shook. “That’s normal, Angela. That’s called arousal. When you’re kissing or touching and it feels real good, you get wet between your legs. Did your nipples get hard?”

She nodded her head. I reached up with a trembling hand and run my palm over them. Yes, they were hard. She shivered and moaned. “Did that feel good?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” she said in a whiny voice with a look of need in her eyes.

“Good,” I said softly. “It’s supposed to. Would you like to see what else feels good?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith.”

I brushed her hair away and ran my tongue up her neck to her ear, lightly nibbling and kissing. She whimpered at the sensation as I nibbled on her ear and lightly ran the palm of my hand over her nipples. They were as hard as little diamonds in her thin bra. She was so aroused just from my touch as she clenched her thighs unconsciously.

I gently pushed her legs apart and massaged her warm inner thigh just below her panties, carefully not to touch her there. No, I would take my time and savor deflowering her. She moaned and gasped as I kissed her neck and toyed with her nipples and hot skin until she was panting.

Looking into her eyes, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately, snaking my tongue into her mouth which she openly accepted and wrapped her arms around me as we pressed our bodies together. After a few moments, we broke apart and looked at each other. I could feel myself dripping as my nipples ached for attention.

“You are a very pretty young girl,” I said to her. “You have the makings of a fine woman, Angela. I think you’d make an excellent pupil for my special lessons. Lessons which will open your eyes to much more than the school books here.”

I bent down close to her ear and she shivered as I said, “Much more than you ever fantasized about in that pretty little teenage head of yours.” I then licked her ear and she whimpered, shaking. I looked at her again. “Would you like special lessons?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” she said, looking down.

“Good.” I checked my watch. It was time to go home for the day. “I drive a black Ford Fusion. Wait for me there.”

Angela got up and gathered up her books on shaky legs. She was still blushing as she walked to the door and then turned around with an uncertain look on her face. I smiled and nodded my head, prodding her along. A small smile crept across her face as she turned and hurried away.

I rushed around to clear off my desk and prepare it for the next morning. My own legs were quivering and I was exploding in excitement barely able to contain myself. I rushed out the door with my briefcase and nearly bumped into Cheryl who was walking by. I felt a shimmer of guilt and fear as she looked at me with a knowing expression but then brushed it aside. The corner of the room was well hidden; there was no way she could have seen what had been going on. As I walked away I could feel her eyes burning into my back.

A few moments later, I was at my car and I smiled warmly at Angela who had been waiting there, nervously playing with the hem of her skirt. She returned the smile and we both got in and I drove away. She looked over at me but didn’t speak. I didn’t know quite what to say so I remained silent as well.

“Do you like younger girls?” Angela asked in a soft, meek voice as we approached the secluded park where I planned our rendezvous. I thought for a minute before responding.

“Well, Angela. I won’t lie. I’m very attracted to younger girls. You have softer bodies, more enthusiasm with learning about girl love and you’re fresher.” I smiled at her. “But you’re special, Angela. You have the face of an angel and to be quite honest, I’ve fantasized about you for a long time.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised at the statement.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “I’ve always been attracted to you. You have the cutest face and your lips have always seemed to kissable to me.”

“Wow,” she said, basking in the attraction and attention. I don’t think anyone had ever told her that. She beamed from ear to ear, blushing in a combination of fear, expectation and excitement.

Within a few minutes, I backed the car into a secluded part of the park where I was sure we would not be interrupted. We were miles from the walking track and the biking trails and we were under a bunch of trees away from the road. We would be sure to have privacy here.

I looked over to Angela and she seemed fidgety, unsure of the situation, maybe even a little fearful. I smiled and laid my hand on her arm reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Angela,” I said with a smile. “Do you remember how good you felt back in the classroom? When I was kissing you and touching your breasts?”

She nodded.

“Imagine that, only a hundred times better. There’s so much pleasure in girl love. You only need the right teacher to open that door for you.” I moved closer to her and silently started massaging her warm thigh through her skirt, looking at her. She responded with excitement, not fear, which encouraged me.

“I can tell you like it, Angela,” I said with a knowing smile. “I can tell you want more.”

She nodded her head and stifled a sob of need as she looked at me.

“I love young girls, like you,” I said, moving my hand up higher under her skirt, feeling the heat of her skin. “So innocent, so fresh, so ready to learn. Your bodies are so supple and ready for the pleasure of girl love.”

I leaned in and licked her neck and she moaned, opening her legs subconsciously. “Mmmmm,” I said as my fingers passed over her panties. My heart was pounding. “Your panties are wet. I can tell you like it. I’m going to teach you things you never thought possible. I’m going to make you love sex so much. You’re not going to be able to get enough.”

Without warning, my hand started massaging her pussy through her panties and she moaned, gasping as I expertly strummed her clit while my mouth sucked and licked her neck and ear while she squirmed. I held her down and she responded to me, humping my hand that was sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“Pull up your sweater,” I commanded in a husky voice.

She wordlessly obeyed, showing me her erotically plain white bra with hard nipples poking through the fabric.

“Mmmmmm. So nice looking,” I whispered as I moved my other hand to her tits and passed the palm over them, feeling their hardness. “So firm, so young. So ready to be played with and toyed.” I massaged her tits through her bra and tweaked her nipples, causing her to squirm even more.

“Ms. Smith,” she squealed. “What’s happening to me? I feel like I’m going crazy. Oh my god, I’ve never felt like this before.” She was trying to climb out of the seat but she couldn’t away from my hands which were manipulating her young nubile body. The scent of both of our sexes permeated the car as she moaned and gasped toward her first orgasm.

“Hush, child,” I said soothingly. “What you’re feeling is completely natural. Close your eyes and relax. Just let your body feel it, baby. You’re gonna love it.” I rubbed her clit with more force now as I licked her neck, savoring the feel of her plush skin. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and sensitive as I pinched and pulled on them while she approached her first orgasm.

“Ms. Smith!” she cried out with a horrified look on her face.

I kissed her hard on the mouth and then whispered. “Let go, baby. Let go. Cum for me. Cum for me, baby!”

And she did. Her eyes closed and her whole body shuddered and spasmed while she moaned into my mouth. She was so ripe and fresh I could feel her sex pulsing as she experienced her first orgasm.

She continued to shake and moan with her eyes closed as I relaxed my work on her clit.

“Mmmmmm,” I purred. When Angela opened her eyes I was grinning at her and I kissed her softly on the mouth, trailing my tongue along her sweet red lips while she caught her breath. I nibbled on her ear and smiled as she shivered, the sparks shooting through her body.

I slowly slid her panties down her hips and past her knees while she silently watched, pliantly obedient to my need as I stripped her nether region. I grinned up at her and said, “You asked my before if I liked younger girls.”

I looked into her eyes. “The truth is I love younger girls. I can’t get enough. You look so fucking sexy in your little skirts and tight fitting tops with your pert young tits. You make my pussy so wet just watching you in school. I love young girls. It’s like a hunger for me.” I kissed her hard on the lips. “And I’m hungry right now.”

She moaned loudly and lifted her ass off the bucket seat when she felt my tongue on her clit but I couldn’t be stopped. She tasted so sweet as I ate her pussy with a frenzy. My face was coated her with her juices as I sucked and bit on her clit, sucked on her pussy lips and tasted every inch of her. She groaned when she felt my tongue push deep inside her love hole and wriggled around while my finger strummed her clit. In no time at all she was gushing, orgasming again while I firmly held her ass cheeks in place. I sucked up all of her sweet nectar as she experienced her second orgasm.

Languidly and slowly, I licked now, toying with her clit as I moved a finger inside her cunt and massaged her inner walls. She was like a ball of clay, silently enduring the pleasure that I brought her. My pussy was nearly gushing like a river as her cunt muscles tightened on my fingers while I fucked her. In and out my fingers went as her pelvis moved to meet every thrust while my lips sucked on her clit.

She was moaning again as another orgasm rolled over her I sucked and fucked through it until she lay against the seat, spent and tired, whimpering quietly, unable to move. I moved away from her pussy and licked my lips, savoring the taste. She opened her eyes and looked at me, dazed, confused, and I smiled.

“Lick my face clean, baby,” I told her. “Taste your own pussy on my face while you kiss me.”

She did so and it felt so good to feel her young tongue on me, lapping up her own pussy juices. I ended it with a kiss, snaking my tongue into her mouth which she readily accepted and wrapped her arms around me.

“How did you like it?” I asked with a grin.

“I loved it, Ms. Smith,” she replied, breathlessly.

“I knew you would.”

I smiled and leaned back in the seat and unbuttoned my blouse and then undid my front clasp bra, freeing my aching breasts. She stared at them and I smiled. I moaned and arched my back while my fingers lightly toyed with them. My nipples were so hard and so sensitive. I turned to her. “Do you like them, Angela?”

“They’re beautiful, Ms. Smith.”

“I’m glad you like them. I love my breasts.” I rolled my nipples between my fingers, sending shivers down my spine right to my pussy. “You can touch them.”

It felt wonderful to feel her hands on my tits, weighing them, massaging them.

“Play with my nipples, I said urgently, as I hiked my skirt up past my hips and pulled my panties to the side. “That’s it baby. Now pinch my nipples. Yes, like that. Roll them between your fingers. Harder. Harder. Harder! Yes. Pull on them. Mmmmmm, you’ve got me so wet, Angela.”

I smiled wickedly to her while my hand lightly run up and down my pussy, getting it nice and wet while my hips moved in slow sensual motions.

She watched, mesmerized. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Angela whispered. I chuckled and moved down in the seat.

“Lean down and suck on my nipples baby. Lick and suck them,” I told her. “While you’re sucking on my tits, look down and watch how I play with myself baby. I want you to see how to pleasure yourself. That way tonight, when you’re lying in bed, you can touch yourself like this and make yourself cum over and over again.”

Wordlessly, she leaned down and tentatively licked my right nipple.

I moaned as the moistness of her tongue hit my nipple and I pulled her head down, moaning. In a second, her lips were wrapped around my tit and she was sucking on it like a hungry baby. “That’s a good girl. Suck mama’s nipple. Be a good girl and feed from mama.” The nasty talk seemed to egg her on as she sucked harder and harder.

Her eyes trailed down as I started to finger myself. Maneuvering so I could use both hands while she was playing with my tits, I got down to serious business. My pussy was sopping wet and I was in dire need of pleasure.

Without wasting a moment, I thrust two fingers into my waiting hole and moaned loudly as I felt my muscles contracting around them, gripping them. The sound of wet sex could be heard as I fucked myself hard and fast, driving my fingers into my cunt. I started to play with my clit with my other hand and soon my ass was off the seat while I fucked myself through my first orgasm.

“Mama’s cumming! I’m cumming! Watch me cum! Oh, yes suck my tits while I cum!” I exploded with cum juice running down the crack of my ass while my cunt tightened on my fingers and my clit exploded with every stroke. It felt so wonderful with her small girlish lips sucking on my tits.

“That’s a good girl,” I said as I continued to play with myself, forcing the orgasm on, feeling the waves of pleasure continue to flow through me, all through my body. “Such a good student. I knew you’d be this good. I could tell, baby. So sexy and so beautiful. So sweet tasting. Your lips feel so good on my titties. Mama’s gonna be good to you. Mama’s gonna take care of you baby.”

My second orgasm came without warning and it rolled through me for I don’t know how long until finally I lay spent on the car seat, the fabric soaked with my pussy juices.

When I opened my eyes, Angela was looking at me, her eyes gleaming. “Wow,” was all she said.

Then, in a meek voice, as if afraid of being denied, she asked, “Can I taste your pussy juice, Ms. Smith?”

I smiled and help up the two fingers that had seconds before been deep inside my cunt. She sucked the sticky juices hungrily, lapping them up and sucking on my digits. It felt so good.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I said as I looked at my watch. It was almost five and I knew I needed to get home. I saw her begin to pout as I moved my thong back over my pussy and rearranged my skirt to cover my legs.

I smiled at her. “This is just the first lesson, Angela. The lessons will become more enjoyable if you want to continue to learn.”

“Yes, Ms. Smith!” she nearly yelled. “I’ve never felt so good before. I can’t even describe it. My god, the pleasure was so intense. I want to have sex all the time now.”

I chuckled. “Good.” I started to button my blouse back up. “You can touch yourself the way I did any time you want. You can strum your little clit or you can finger-fuck yourself. Either way feels very good. Experiment with it. Do both at the same time, or maybe play with your young breasts while you masturbate. It all feels good. You can even stick on your fingers into your tight little ass.”

“Really?” she asked. “My ass?” She didn’t believe it.

“Yes, your ass,” I answered with a chuckle. “It feels real good. It’s so sensitive. It feels even better when your playing with your clit or your pussy and you’re fingering your ass.”

She looked at me disbelieving and I just laughed softly.

The whole drive to her house was spent talking about sex. I explained to her the different ways to play with herself. I even taught her to squeeze her thighs together and relax them until she experienced a mini-orgasm. With a mischievous grin she told me that she would try that at school. I smiled at her and could feel my pussy starting to moisten again. I also told her how to masturbate in the shower with a massaging shower head or different things that she could use to fill her pussy up. Angela drank it all up and I knew she wouldn’t ever be able to get enough.

Finally we were outside her house. “Just tell your parents that I was tutoring you after school.”

She nodded and smiled.

“Remember Angela,” I said to her, “this is our little secret. Nobody can ever know about it.”

She nodded, looking me right in the eye.

“If I find out you’ve told anyone about this, I will be very very upset.”

She is so pliable, I thought, as she looked at me and nodded. “Yes. Ms. Smith. I promise.”

I watched her walk into her house, and then pulled away for the drive home. Sara was waiting for me.

THE END

By Dirty Girl Sara

Part of me couldn’t believe that I was taking my daughter to bed but the rest of me was excited and shaking with sexual need as I led her to my bedroom. Once inside the bedroom I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Within a minute we were both breathing heavily and pressing our bodies against each other. She was rubbing her clit against my leg, the hormones and sensations teaching her what to do. I could feel her slick wet pussy against my thigh.

Finally I broke away from her and stepped back for a moment. She watched wide-eyed as I undressed, first unbuttoning the white blouse and letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes glowed as I unclasped the front hook bra and let my tits fall free. They were a large C-cup, still firm and milky white like the rest of my fair skin.

“You like them?” I asked as I jiggled them in front of her.

“They are awesome!” she said.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed when she saw me playing with my nipples, making the nubs hard as rocks and then lifting my right tit to my mouth and sucking own nipple. That was a trick I learned as a teenager when I first developed breasts and had helped me through long masturbation sessions on my own. God, I love nipple play!

“You like that?” I asked, grinning up at her after releasing my nipple with a wet smacking sound. Sara’s eyes were ablaze as her fingers rubbed her pussy between her wet lips.

My breathing was heavy, with every muscle taut with sexual tension, and I could smell my sex. All she did was nod her head. Not wanting to wait anymore, I unzipped the black skirt from behind and let is slide past my hips and down my legs. I turned and bent down, showing her my black thong. I could hear her breathing heavily from the bed, where she had laid down.

I licked my lips and locked eyes with her as I stood up and walked over to the bed, stripping out of the thong, leaving me only in the black high heels and black silk stockings. I wanted her so bad! I trembled as I pushed her back onto the bed and started kissing her.

Within a minute, we were writhing and feeling each other as we kissed, our tongues lashing at each other, the passion and tension building. Sara was dry humping my leg, though it wasn’t too dry anymore. I could feel her wet pussy juices on me. I returned the gesture and was rubbing my cunt against her thigh, teasing myself but finding no relief.

“Touch me baby,” I whispered as I humped her. “Explore Mommy’s body.”

She followed my commands, touching my tits, tentatively at first. After I found her wet pussy and started fingering her clit, she stopped being gentle and started groping them, pinching my nipples and pulling on them, massaging the huge globes.

“That’s it baby. Play with Mommy’s tits. It feels so good.”

I could hear her whimpering and moaning as my fingers flew over her clit, the hard little nub never touched like this before. She was humping my hand as her cunt leaked juice all over me. I leaned down and took one of her small nipples on my mouth and sucked hard, biting it lightly feeling her respond even more as I stimulated her nipples. I moved to the other nipple and did the same, getting it nice and hard, the little bumps on her chest.

God I love young pussy! Unable to hold back, I growled low and pushed her down against the bed and spread her legs wide. I took a good long whiff of her pussy and could feel my pussy tingle just from the smell.

“Mama’s gonna make you feel so good,” I said, before I licked her from anus to clit. My tongue slipped between her tight hairless folds and her girl juice tasted so good.

“Mommy!” she squealed as she tried to close her legs — but I wouldn’t let her as I forced them wider apart. I’m sure her twelve-year-old pussy had never felt anything like this before. I slipped my tongue between her lips and pushed my tongue into her tight hole and could feel her muscles clinging to my tongue as I rocked back and forth, tongue-fucking her. She was moaning and grunting now.

I had only a one track mind now and didn’t think about anything else as I worked to bring her off for the first time by a woman’s tongue. I slipped my tongue out of her sex hole and up to her clit and tickled it before tonguing it harder and harder, teasing it and then sucking it. I teased it with my tongue as I sucked hard on her clit. She tried pushing her ass of the bed to get away but I held her tightly as I could feel her body edging toward orgasm.

My face was covered with her pussy juice as she squealed and squirmed, moving her body in an ecstasy that she had never felt before. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!” she said over and over again as her breathing became very ragged and her cunt opened up. She started to tremble and then shake as she let out a loud scream and her cunt exploded all over my face, showering me with her girl juice. I eagerly licked it all up as she whimpered and shook as the orgasm washed over her.

I didn’t stop licking as her the orgasm dissipated. She was moaning still as I licked her clean, unable to get enough. She tried to get away but I held her to me as I sucked and licked her toward another orgasm. I slipped my finger deep into her pussy and fucked her while I sucked her clit and she screamed through a mind-blowing orgasm, coating my face with her juices.

Finally, I released her clit from my lips with a smack and looked at her. She lay there shaking, moaning as she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes were closed and I could see her rock hard nipples that looked like tiny pebbles. I crawled up next to her on the bed. But now it was my turn.

I kissed her hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She could taste and smell her own pussy juice which must have excited her even more. Within a second, she was lapping my face with her tongue, cleaning me like a little kitty cat. It felt so good, her young innocent tongue on me.

“Mama needs relief,” I whispered to her in need. “Make Mama feel good.”

“What do I do?” she asked, scared.

I opened my legs and led her hand to my wet pussy. “Go down between my legs, baby.” I used my fingers to open my lips. “See that thing above my love hole baby? It sticks out? That’s my clit. Just stick your tongue out and lick it.”

The rush of her tiny, innocent tongue touching my clit almost threw me into orgasm. “That’s it darling. Now lick it, use the flat of your tongue. Oh, shit baby! That feels so good. Lick Mama’s clit. You’re making Mama feel so good. Now suck it. Harder! Suck Mama’s clit harder.”

It felt so fucking good to have my twelve-year-old daughter sucking my clit. She got into it more and more, and before I knew it she was flicking her tongue across my clit while she sucked on it. “Now use your fingers. Take two fingers and stick them into my pussy! Oh, god! That’s it baby! Finger-fuck your mother. Finger-fuck me baby.” I moaned and started playing with my tits, pulling on my nipples and massaging my heavy tits.

“Mama’s going to cum! You’re going to make Mommy cum!” I couldn’t hold back any longer and before I knew it, I was shaking as the orgasm rolled through my body, my cunt exploding. “Oh baby! Mama’s cumming! Use that tongue baby! Lick Mama’s juices! Lick Mama’s juices.” She obediently lapped up my cunt juice as it oozed from my pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” I breathed as my whole body shook in orgasm. “Such a good girl. You made Mommy feel so good.”

I ran my fingers through her hair. “Oh baby. Keep on licking Mommy.” She didn’t stop as she went back to licking and sucking my clit. “Do you like it baby? Do you like, sucking Mommy’s clit?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said between licks. “I love the way it tastes. It makes me tingly all over licking you. I feel funny down between my legs knowing that I’m making you feel so good.”

“Pussy, baby. You can call it a pussy,” I said with a smile as her tiny fingers and tongue brought me slowly to another orgasm.

“Pussy. I love licking your pussy. It tastes so good.”

Then she was back at it, licking and sucking me while her fingers plunged deep into my pussy. Before I knew it, I could feel another orgasm approaching and I lifted my hips off the bed while she her lips latched onto my clit and she sucked, even biting it. My fingers pulled and twisted my nipples.

“Fuck, baby! Lick Mama’s pussy. I love your little tongue licking me. You’re so fucking hot and beautiful baby. I’ve dreamed of you licking me like this for so long. I would finger my cunt all night long, making myself cum over and over again while I fantasized about my sexy young daughter sucking on my clit.”

She sucked even harder and it drove me over the edge and before I knew it I was squealing in orgasm as she lapped up my cunt juices. Her fingers played with my clit while she licked me between my lips, sucking up all my juices.

“Oh baby, stick a finger up my ass, baby,” I moaned, reaching down and spreading my cheeks for her. She hesitated in shock, but just for a moment as she went back to licking me. Her finger violating my ass was enough to start another orgasm that lasted a full ten minutes as she assaulted my ass and pussy. It felt so good to have my sphincter stretched as she fucked my ass with her finger. “Yea baby. Fuck my ass. Fuck Mama’s ass. Mommy’s still cumming.”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I yelled as I exploded uncontrollably and ejaculated, shooting pussy juice all over her face. She was shocked and a little scared. “You made Mama cum baby! Oh god baby that felt so good!”

After a few moments of regaining my breath, I felt Sara’s warm body slide up to me and I embraced her, holding the little girl tight to me. Her skin was hot and slick with sweat. She moved against my and I purred into her neck before I kissed her.

“Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be this good, baby,” I said with a grin on my face.

“I know, Mom. It was awesome,” she giggled. She kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

God, she could make me tingle and I could feel my pussy getting wet again.

“Now I want to do it all the time,” she sighed. “I love the way you licked my cunny and played with me. I’ve never felt so good.”

“I’m glad baby,” I said as I turned to her to me, looking serious and mother-like. “But it has to be our little secret. Okay? You can never tell anyone what we do. I love you so much and it feels so natural, but some people would never understand. The love we share has to remain a secret.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she said with a knowing smile. She snuggled up to me and laid her head on my left breast.

“Can Mommy tell you a secret?” I asked with a grin.

She looked up and smiled, nodding her head.

“Mommy has always loved little girls.”

She looked at me, waiting.

“Ever since I was in college and a student teacher, I would imagine seducing them and making love to them, being their first, and teaching them. Girls as young as nine years old, I would dream about their bodies, their hairless pussies, never touched before and their flat chests with pebble nipples. I would imagine their innocent tongues licking me and tasting my pussy. Many nights when your father would be having sex with me, the only way I could orgasm would be to close my eyes and fantasize about some of the girls in my classes that I taught.”

“Have you fantasized about me?” she asked.

For the first time in a long time I blushed beet red. Sara giggled when she saw this.

“Some of my wildest fantasies were about you baby,” I said.

Sara moved up on the bed and out of the corner of my eye I could see her lightly touching her pussy, running her finger up and down her still slick lips. I moved her hand away and slowly pleasured her, lightly rubbing her clit and massaging her pussy lips. It felt divine, the soft supple innocent flesh of my twelve-year-old daughter.

“I would imagine coming home and finding you with your friend, play-kissing each other, and then teaching both of you the joys of girl-love. In my fantasy I would sit by and direct you girls on how to kiss and touch each other and I would touch my pussy while you licked each other and had sex in different positions. Afterward, you both would crawl over to me and lick my pussy. You’d be licking and sucking on my clit while your friend would be licking my lips and fingering me.”

I moved even closer to her so she could feel the hot breath as I talked softly into her ear. Her whole body shivered as I touched her pussy.

“In another fantasy you walked in on me while I was masturbating and you would be embarrassed but curious. You’d stay and watch while I finished pleasuring myself. You would get real close to my pussy and watch as I came, getting my bed and my toy all wet with my juices. I would see you all excited and then I would make my move, silently touching you and pulling you to me and then making love to you. I would teach you how to touch yourself and how to make love to another woman. We would explore each others bodies all night.”

“God, Mommy. That is so hot,” Sara gasped as her hips started moving. “I love hearing about you wanting to fuck little girls. I never thought I would say this but it really turns me on.”

“Good baby,” I said with a chuckle. “Like mama, like daughter. It looks like my baby is all hot and wet again. Do you want Mommy to make you feel all better?”

“Yes Mommy,” Sara said in a little girl voice. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck your baby girl and show her girl-love.”

She pressed her lips to mine and opened her legs as I pushed two fingers into her pussy and started fucking her. Her hips moved in motion with my fingers as my thumb found her still sensitive clit and massaged it while I fucked her. We kissed and kissed while I fucked her, her tongue dancing with mine, hungrily searching my mouth.

In no time flat, she was cumming on my fingers, her young pussy gripping my fingers as I fucked her through another orgasm. She clung to me and was moaning and nearly screaming as her orgasm raced through her body. It finally abated and I slipped my fingers out of her. I put them to her nose and she looked me in the eye while she sniffed her own pussy juice. Wordlessly she licked them clean, sucking all of the pussy juice off them.

“Mama needs some lovin’ too,” I said, and pushed her head down. From all the dirty talk and playing with her, my pussy was already sopping wet. She needed no encouragement as she slipped down my body and started sucking my clit in earnest and finger-fucking me. I opened my legs and felt my orgasm rushing toward me as I pulled and twisted my nipples until finally I yelled and screamed out in pleasure as her tongue and fingers drove me over the edge.

Sara licked and sucked me clean and then moved up my body and cuddled on my left breast again.

“Mommy,” she said without looking up, “I tutor a beautiful little ten-year-old at school.”

I smiled to myself and kissed her head before drifting off to sleep, wondering what sexy things Sara and I could do.

Continue on to Part Three

By Dirty Girl Sara

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2011 }

I know that I should know better but I just couldn’t help myself.

Ever since I was a college student, my eyes had wandered to girls. Not just any girls, but young girls. When I was working as a student teacher, my eyes would be drawn to young budding girls who were just sprouting hair between their legs and their breasts were nothing but small bumps on their chest. Their innocence only made me want them more.

Over the years I even seduced a few and brought them to my bed, savoring their soft innocent flesh and tasting their young ripe pussies that had never been touched before. Their little nipples would get hard and their bodies would squirm beneath my tongue and lips as I would do all kinds of wicked things to them.

The first time I’d been tame, controlling my sexual wantonness. She had been twelve with straight hips that hadn’t flared yet and bright red cheeks with the cutest smile. Her hair was sandy blonde and she had blue eyes. I still remember the taste of her fresh pussy the first time I licked and sucked on it.

She squirmed and moaned and begged me to stop, thinking she would die. After her first orgasm she begged me never to stop. She was a student and for a period of three months, until the end of the year, we had almost daily “lessons” in the private classroom at my house. Not only did she love having her pussy licked, once she learned how she couldn’t stop licking and sucking on mine. I can’t recall the number of times I came from her small young tongue and her fingers inside me. Her pussy had been bare of any hair and she barely had any breasts but she was a real sex machine.

The second and only other regular affair had been with a sixth grader whom I befriended at our school. She was a real treat and she had been easy to get into my bed. Having more confidence now, I lived out my fantasies with her and remember fucking her little cunt raw with a strap on dildo until we both passed out from exhaustion. Later on I lay between her legs and licked her sore red pussy, tasting all her juices as she moaned and whimpered in bed.

That relationship was a little more risqué. She would masturbate me and suck on my nipples while we drove in the car and many times we would have sex outdoors or in public places. The thrill of nearly getting caught only made our orgasms all the more explosive. I taught her how to lick and suck pussy and also how to fuck and she had been an avid student. We included one of her friends that she had seduced and before long we were having regular sapphic orgies, myself and two barely teen girls.

But then that all stopped when I got married. I never told John about my fantasies, or he would have flipped out. He was a good man and took care of me. He always told me how beautiful I was and I was never without anything I wanted. He really was a good man. But his cock just didn’t do anything for me.

With my lack of desire for male companionship, and him always gone away on business, our relationship quickly turned platonic after Sara was born. I was twenty-three then and John twenty-eight. When I did have to open my legs for him, I would close my eyes and fantasize it was one of my young lovers fucking me with a strap on dildo or her young tongue licking my clit. I was normally able to cum but it wasn’t because of the hard cock inside me.

Which was kind of odd because I still loved cock. I would fantasize of a big hard cock fucking me while I pushed a thick dildo in and out of my wet pussy sometimes. Maybe it was just him because I loved cock as much as I loved young girls.

Neither of us really said the marriage was over. It just sort of slowly came to a halt. I wasn’t terribly surprised or upset when he left and he didn’t seem to care. That was eleven years after Sara was born, and by then we both had other lovers. John had a coworker at his company who could keep his bed warm and his cock hard. Mine were younger but legally-aged girls who knew how to please and touch a woman. He knew I was bi and he didn’t seem to mind very much.

When he left, it was almost as if nothing had happened. Two weeks in Singapore and then a month in Hong Kong with barely a weekend before a long trip to Germany began to take its toll. Sara barely knew her father and didn’t even bat an eyelash when I told her that Daddy left to live somewhere else. The nearly pubescent girl merely shrugged and asked when dinner was going to be ready.

With John gone, though, my desires came back a hundredfold. John had been the primary reason why I stopped my erotic escapades with my students. Now that he was gone and I was going back to teaching it was like candyland for me. Without the worry of an overly conservative husband to catch me, and being around all these young girls who lived in a culture where sex appeal and hip clothes was the place to be, it was too much for me to control myself.

Soon I was masturbating almost all the time, fantasizing about seducing and fucking my young students, putting them on the desk in front of me and just sucking their cunts until they came in my mouth. Or holding them down and fucking them with my strap on doggy style while they whimpered and cried for me to stop. Or feeling them humping my leg while they sucked on my tits.

There were so many fantasies and so many girls. I started carrying a small vibrator in my handbag for the ride home and would experience several orgasms before I walked into the house on shaky knees. In the mornings my pussy would get wet just thinking about all the fantasies and ripe young flesh that would be there.

It was no wonder what happened next.

“Honey!” I called through the bathroom door. “I need to pee. Is it okay for me to come in?”

“Sure, Mom,” Sara answered over the sound of the shower.

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the steamy bathroom, then raised my skirt above my hips and pulled my thong to the side like I always did before sitting on the toilet to pee. I needed to go so bad I didn’t even think about my daughter seeing me like this. As I finished peeing, my eyes trailed to the steamed glass and I could see her form, making my pussy tingle. She really was a beautiful girl. I could feel that familiar tingle between my pussy lips as I imagined what she looked like naked.

We had always been open about our bodies and Sara didn’t even blink when she got out of the shower, exposing her lovely developing body to her mother. She couldn’t possibly even begin to wonder at the fantasies as I was having about her sexy form. Her hair was red like mine but she kept hers short, cut just at her shoulders. Her eyes were green, which I’m sure made all the guys goggle over her. Her skin was a fair color, almost pale but beautiful nonetheless, glowing. Her legs were long and well formed, especially her calf muscles from all the running and cheerleading that she did.

What really caught my eye were her private parts though. I tried to do so casually but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My nipples were getting hard at her budding tits and the large nipples on the small bumps on her chest. Between her legs, Sara was just beginning to develop some hair, bright red like what was on her head. Her hips were luscious, barely starting to flare. She was so young and innocent looking, just the kind of girl I liked to fuck.

Sara bent over in front of me to dry off and I nearly died of excitement as she inadvertently stuck her ass right in my face. It was all I could do to keep from licking her. Her cunt was so pink and ripe-looking my mouth was watering.

After a minute, Sara turned around and was still drying herself. My mouth was dry now from nervousness and my hands slightly shaking.

“Wow, Sara,” I said trying to sound nonchalant about it. “You really are turning into a pretty girl.”

“Thanks,” Sara said with a perky smile.

“Beautiful, in fact,” I said, growing more bold.

“Oh, Mom,” she said as she blushed, “you have to say that because you’re my mother.”

I shared a laugh with her. “No, really, Sara. You are a beautiful young woman.” After a second I added, “I would tell you that even if I you weren’t my daughter.”

Sara smiled at me and I warmly returned it, hoping my wanton need wasn’t apparent to her.

“Put the towel down and let me look at you,” I said. She had a kind of funny look on her face and I tried to disarm her, not making a big deal about. “Oh, it’s okay, honey, really. It’s just us girls.”

“Okay,” my twelve-year-old daughter said, looking away and turning beet red. Unsure of herself, Sara dropped the towel and faced me, looking down. I smiled to myself. My cunt was glistening in juice just imagining the sex I could have with her.

“Turn around,” I said in a husky voice, Sara not recognizing the sensuality in the tone as innocent as she was. She compliantly did so, showing me her whole body, her ass and her pert young tits. God I wanted to eat her up and fuck her good.

“See,” I said in a strange voice, “you are beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mom,” she said not sure what else to say. The moment started getting weird and I knew that I had a rendezvous with my vibrator very soon, so I got up off the toilet and wiped myself.

“Wow, Mom, you’re thingy doesn’t have any hair,” she said in an amazed voice. I stopped where I was, bent over the toilet and chuckled.

“That’s right, Sara, Mommy doesn’t have any hair there because she shaves it,” I smiled wickedly.

“You shave it?” she asked, unable to believe it. “But why?”

I shrugged. “Some women like it to be bare. And you can call it a pussy,” I said with a smile to her. “What do you call it?”

Sara blushed even brighter red, and I smiled and touched her shoulder to let her know it was all right. Her skin was warm and smooth. “I call it my cunny or my kitty,” she said, turning away, embarrassed.

She was so cute and adorable, I thought to myself.

“But why do you shave it, Mom? Why do you like it shaved?”

“Well,” I said, thinking. “It makes it more sensitive.”

She looked at me like she didn’t understand.

“Do you know about sex?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. I was silent waiting for her to continue. “Well, I know that boys put their thing, you know their dicks, inside a girl’s cunny. It’s supposed to feel real good.”

“That’s right,” I said with a smile. “And it does feel good. When a girl shaves her pussy, it can feel even better. Without any hair you can feel more. A touch can be more intense, stronger without hair on your cunny.” I grinned at her. “Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?”

“Sometimes,” she said, blushing again.

“It’s okay, honey,” I said hugging her to me. “All girls are curious about their bodies. Sometimes girls even touch themselves to see what sex could feel like.”

She looked uncomfortable, almost like she wanted to run away.

“Here, sit on my lap,” I said and pulled her down to me. We faced the mirror and I gently pulled her legs apart, exposing her pink cunny with just a tiny bit of red hair above her clit.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Sara asked, alarmed when she felt my fingers on her.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” I said in a low, sexy voice. “Mommy’s going to show you something.”

I then, silently, pulled her lips apart. “See that honey? That’s where a boy puts his dick when you have sex. Sometimes, though, a girl can touch herself there and feel extreme pleasure.”

I smiled when she squirmed on me and moaned lightly from my touch. I could feel her pussy juices already.

She was within my grasp. My heart pounded at the thought of virgin young cunt.

I ran my finger between her moist pussy lips and between the folds I could feel her clit. Just a light touch and she gasped and clutched me as she moaned. “Oh, Mommy! What was that?”

“That was your clit, baby,” I said with a grin. “That is why Mommy shaves her pussy. It feels so much better. How does that feel, baby?”

“It feels funny,” she said as her breathing quickened and her hips moved.

“A good funny?” I asked, tickling her clit, playfully.

“Yes, Mommy. A good funny feeling. It feels awesome!”

“Good, baby. Let Mommy show you how good it can feel.”

Holding her to me, I started to rub her clit, running my fingers between her lips every once in a while to keep them lubricated. Within a moment she was ready to cum, squirming on me. I licked and sucked her supple flesh, her neck and shoulder, which drove her even crazier.

With my fingers rubbing tight little circles over her clit she came, screaming out loud and holding onto me. I didn’t stop playing with her pussy. I kept up fingering it harder and faster as the orgasm washed through her.

“Mommy, stop! Please! It’s so sensitive!” she begged but I didn’t pay her any mind. I kept on rubbing her pussy-juice-soaked clit as she tightened up again. “Oh, Mommy! I can feel it again! It’s coming again! I feel like I have to pee! Oh, Mommy!”

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered as I kissed and licked her neck. “Let it go. Let it feel good, baby. Don’t fight it.”

“Oh, Mommy!” she shouted as another climax rocked through her as she clung to me, gasping for breath and squirming on me. “Oh, Mommy,” she whimpered as I held her tight to me.

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered over and over again, massaging the small of her back, soothing her. “That’s a good girl.”

After a moment, she had caught her breath and lay against me, drained from her first sexual experience. I kissed the top of her head. “How did that feel baby?” I asked

“It felt kind of weird at first,” she said looking up at me. “It felt like I was going crazy, out of control, or something. But then it felt really good.” She smiled. “Oh my god, it felt good.” Sara paused and looked at me. “What happened?”

“That was an orgasm baby. That was your first orgasm.”

I turned Sara’s face to mine and kissed her on the lips, gentle at first. Then as I held her, I slipped my tongue past her teeth and in a second we were locked in a kiss, our tongues playing with each her. Her breathing was becoming ragged again as her arousal increased and my body was downright aching.

“Do you want to watch Mommy play with her pussy?” I asked, breathing heavily.

Sara nodded silently. She looked awed and wide-eyed as I slipped her off my lap and slid down to the edge of the toilet seat and spread my legs wide, letting her see everything.

“See my pussy baby? See how wet it gets? You did this, darling. Your young sweet body made Mommy so wet.” I moaned as I slipped a finger between my pussy lips and felt my cunt muscles clutching my digit. With the finger nice and wet, I moved to my clit and started rubbing hard little circles around my love button.

“Oh yea baby. Watch Mommy play with her pussy. Hear how wet I am? Hear me baby? Hear how wet Mommy’s cunt is? Watch me play with me clit. Oh baby it feels so good when I play with my clit. It feels so fucking good!”

I was moaning loudly now as my hips rocked upwards as my fingers flew over my hardened clit. I could feel my orgasm building. “Mommy’s gonna cum. Mommy’s gonna cum for you baby. Watch me cum! Watch me cum! Oh, oh oh! Here I cum!”

My whole body shook and my eyes rolled back as I felt the mind-blowing orgasm take me over. I almost fell off the toilet as I lost control. I fought to continue rubbing myself, knowing that the orgasm would last longer if I could keep rubbing my clit. I wasn’t disappointed as it kept going and going, sapping me of my energy and sending me to another world.

After a few moments, I was half off the toilet and my eyes opened to see Sara staring at me, in shock at what she had seen. I silently caught my breath, slowly rubbing my clit and running my fingers between my pussy lips. God that was an awesome feeling, only heightened by my twelve-year-old daughter watching me.

As I looked right in her eyes, I lifted my fingers to my lips and licked them clean, sucking all of my pussy juice off of the wet digits. She watched in awe.

“Mmmmmmm,” I said, smiling. “Tastes good, baby.”

“Do girls taste their pussy juice?” she asked.

“Yes baby, they do,” I said with a smile. “Some girls actually like it.”

I gasped lightly and shuddered as I stuck my finger deep into my pussy and then held it up to her lips. “Taste it, baby. Taste mama’s pussy juice. You’ll love it.”

Not sure of what to do, she licked it lightly, kind of embarrassed.

“It’s okay, baby. Lick and suck on it.” She followed my instructions and soon was sucking my fingers like nipples, cleaning them off.

“How did you like it?” I asked.

“It was weird,” she said. “I never tasted it before.”

I lifted her to my lap and spread her legs wide open and she watched as I fingered her, running my fingers between her lips before pushing two fingers deep into her virgin cunt.

She moaned and threw her head back. “Mommy!” Then she opened her eyes and dutifully sucked my fingers clean, tasting her own cunt juice.

“That’s a good girl,” I smiled and held her close to me. “How do you like girl-love?”

“I like it,” she said. “How long have you liked girls?”

“A long time,” I answered. “Even longer than I had been with your father. I’d always liked younger girls, ever since I was in college. So sweet and innocent, so virginal. I could hardly control myself. Oh baby. You’re gonna love girl-love so much.” I smiled and licked my lips. “Do you want me to teach you how to love a woman?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she answered earnestly, shuddering at the thought.

“Good. Mommy will teach you everything you need to know to please another girl.” I pushed her off my lap and held out my hand for her. “Now let’s go to my bedroom.”

Continue on to Part Two

By My Girls

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2008 }

The party was in full swing. The drinks were flowing, the food had been eaten, and the frivolities had begun. A few of the adults had had one too many and their different personalities had surfaced. Some a little boisterous (especially the men) who were accentuating their masculinity with talk of cars, sports, and any other thing that could prove their worth as a testosterone full blooded male. The women were giggling and talking the usual banter of how useless men where and other trivial things about their children, school, shopping, and other boring activities. Me myself and I stood by in a corner watching them all enjoying yet another cigarette. I do enjoy these family gatherings which happen about once a month and this was no different to any other. The usual suspects were here. Mum, Dad, Aunties, Uncles, Cousins, and Nieces all accompanied by their spouses or boyfriends and girlfriends. The neighbours had turned up and a few close friends who all lived nearby had come round. With the talk of free drinks and food whetting their appetites, who would refuse such offerings?

The garden was full as was the kitchen and I could hear the clink and clunk of plates and glasses as the hosts tried in vain to keep the bombardment of what seemed the never-ending build up of cutlery and drink bottles from cluttering up the surface areas. I pressed the butt of my cigarette hard to extinguish the end and as the last tiny plume of smoke had wafted into the slight breeze I looked up and gazed round the garden to look at everyone enjoying themselves.

My niece was sitting with her baby boy, playing with the child’s new expensive learning tool, much to his amusement. He was watching and listening with little attention at all the new lights and electronic jingles. Bored in seconds, he began to try eating all the attachments that he could grab. His mother took them away explaining to the twelve-month-old that they all fitted in the same shaped holes on top. Too young to understand, he was more thrilled with the nonexistent tastes of the plastic multicoloured cubes, stars, and triangles that now sparkled in the sunlight, covered in his saliva. I find babies slightly amusing as I smiled to myself deciding what to do next.

I wandered with empty glass in hand into the kitchen, excusing myself, walking behind the congregation of women as I headed toward a half empty bottle of red wine that stood unattended at the end of one of the counters. I poured and filled my glass to almost full and sipped from it. The taste was sharp and a little dry which seemed to arouse my taste buds, awakening them, sending a shock to my brain. My slight bored state was gone as I sipped again enjoying the fruity drink. I gazed around once more seeing all the women engaged in full conversation. Now I know doing this myself, our chats seem far greater and somewhat important — but thinking in reality terms, how us women engross ourselves completely in mundane and boring conversations. So I walked back toward the garden. A few smiles from my mother and others was welcoming, but a non intrusive ‘Hello are you ok?’ I answered with a slight nod.

As I stepped up the small steps to the raised lawn, my gaze wandered looking for a free chair. All were taken. As usual there were never enough to go round so I decided to have another cigarette and just enjoy watching everyone chat. I inhaled a large intake of smoke and squinted as the sharp hot smoke rasped the back of my wind pipe and I exhaled quickly to stop the pain. Suddenly I heard a loud high-pitched giggle emanate from inside the house and when I looked to the large French windows, I saw a little girl come tearing out running toward the back of the garden and jump behind the large doll house in the corner of the lawn. I turned back to the entrance and saw my little friend Beth come quite plainly outside and she began to search around. Hide and seek was the game, and looking at Beth I knew that she was totally uninterested in the game.

Before I go further, I’d just like to clarify certain things about myself and who will be involved in this small tale.

Myself for starters. My name is Henrietta. A bloody awful name I know. I found out I was named after King Henry the eighth… strange but true. My brother was actually named Henry but being the youngest at thirty-seven-years-old and my mother being a history teacher, you would think she could have come up with a better name than that one. I have long mousey blonde hair and I’m certainly not the most blossoming bloom around. I have blue eyes which I guess is my best asset as many a man and woman have stated. My attributes are nothing to be boasted about, as my breasts are an ample ‘D’ cup but are somewhat saggy to say the least. As is my backside and that is more than ample. I have never had a serious relationship and I am still an in-the-closet lesbian. I am certainly comfortable with my sexuality as would be my parents, but I have never felt in the right situation to come out. My parents have said during conversations they wouldn’t give a second thought if myself or my brother told them we were gay, and that should be enough for me to come out. I’m not sure about the rest of the family, and I guess that when my old-fashioned grandparents are gone then I might decide to tell all. Not wanting to give the oldies heart attacks and finish them off before their time. I suppose my parents may have guessed as they are not exactly stupid. All things added together while growing up and no boyfriends to speak of, tells them everything they would need to know. I know they will wait till I feel comfortable to announce what to some but not many will be a revelation of my chosen sexuality.

Bethany, or Beth as she is known, is such a beautiful girl and I will try my utmost to portray her beauty as best I can.

Beth is nine years old. She is a short girl for her age and looks no older than six except for her mannerisms which are, I would say, a little further advanced than her tender age. I have known her since she was three years old. I absolutely adore young girls and ever since I met her I can honestly say I am in love with her. She is so adoring and charming. Nobody in their right mind could not ever love this child. Please read into this what you will. Yes I do love women, but a child is such a treasure trove of innocence and enjoyment that they just epitomise the whole wondrous world of what a female is. Their fresh young perfect bodies. The smell of such bodies, all sweet and clean giving their innocent charms even more of a boost. Their childish colloquialism and overzealous appetite to learn is what makes them deserve respect and tender love as to not corrupt what we all had once ourselves.

Beth is all this and more. Over the years she has blossomed, not even having to try. She gained and lost all her puppy fat in one year at age four which was rather very cute on her small body, but has become even more beautiful. Unlike her sister, who takes after the father, she looks so much like her very attractive mother. I know one day she will have no problem finding a suitor, whether male or female. The latter would be my choice, and what love I could give and show her. She has long brown hair usually tied into a ponytail but today she is wearing it down, and how it compliments her slightest of bronzed complexion. Beautiful full green eyes which could melt anything and without question get anything she wanted. Her mother is wise to this and Bethany knows she can’t use this wonderful attribute on her. It was that beautiful look that first made my heart melt and fall in love. Many a child has looked at me and sent a flutter through my heart, and especially send an electric pulse to the very tip of my clitoris, but Beth was different. My heart almost stopped and I felt that same pulse. Rather than jolt me, the wonderful feeling flowed through my whole body making my tummy fill with butterflies. It was as if Beth had climbed inside me, and I could feel her tiny body making love to me. It was the most overpowering feeling I had ever had, and I know if not for having my period that day everyone else would see a dark patch fill my crotch area. It was that intense and mind blowing I am surprised I didn’t buckle and fall flat on my arse.

As for her body, it is perfect. On this particular day she was wearing what to everyone is perfection. Laced school white knee high socks. A pair of pink and white trainers which had seen better days, and a lovely short triple-pleated white skirt. A white sleeveless top which accentuated her tummy which was smooth and showed a little bump and that to me is so adorable. Her bare arms and the smallest of flesh of her legs was alluring. It gave me goose bumps wanting to see more of her body. The vest was tight and I could see the slightest of roundness where when her young body approaches adolescence will produce those ever so delicious tender but firm small young breasts. On that upper chest I could see the smallest hint of her tiny nipples which one day someone would lick and suckle on them. Such a lucky person that would be and maybe one day a treasured young child would suckle milk from her and I would hope it would be a girl and become as beautiful and as pretty as this perfect child, Bethany.

The other child in question is called Samantha. A girl I had never met before as her parents had just decided to pop round to show off their newborn, a sweet young twelve-week-old girl called Chloe. Samantha was four years old, and as I soon found out was quite a handful. A boisterous and tempered little girl. She was at first courteous and sweet, but when the sugar from a small piece of cake and a coca cola had kicked in, she became a whirlwind of activity and somewhat tedious at times. Wanting to play and annoying most of the adults, and to Beth’s dismay she was singled out. Samantha was small bundle of joy most of the time according to her mother, who was an attractive young twenty-four-year-old. But since the birth of her baby sister, Samantha had become, as most mothers can understand, jealous of the attention the baby was getting. I did get the chance to talk to her before she began to whiz around in excitement and although she was not really a part of this tale, she is pretty enough to write about.

She was a skinny girl and had long bright blonde hair with a small streak of pure white hair sprouting from the front of her fringe. This made her stand out from most other children. It was tied back and the long strands that had escaped the hair clips and hung around her face made her look stunning. A very pretty girl with blonde eyebrows and eyelashes and wonderful inquisitive watery blue eyes. The sun had sprinkled fair freckles upon her face which complemented her very pale skin. Her pale complexion did not make her look ill but with her attractive blue eyes the whole face was as pretty as could be. A cute smile with light pink thin lips made her face light up with beauty. I looked her up and down and she had no shoes on and her smooth skinny legs disappeared under a cotton blue dress which like Beth’s had no sleeves and hung quite loosely over her body. The slightest bending down and I could see her smooth flat chest and a glimpse of her pea sized nipples, which was very hard to look away from. I’m sure people noticed, but then again I did notice them looking also. I had the pleasant opportunity to see her (as children do) playing around on the floor and get a glorious sight of what seemed strange. A tight fitting pair of white flannelled panties. What was more tantalising was that I could quite clearly see under the thickness of the material the beautiful moulding of her young sweet pussy. The delights of which I dream about. The tender puffy mounds that encase that ever so young and virgin hole which must smell and taste divine. That perfect young part of a child that is to be tenderly loved and treated so gently to eventually find it willing to accept something that could make her feel so loved and so good. It would be the ultimate satisfaction for both involved.

With Beth in my sights I was happy to watch her strolling around the garden in an attempt to look interested in the game of hide and seek she was playing with Samantha. Beth knew exactly where she was, but so tired of the younger child she made no real attempt to find her, even though the girl was giggling with delight thinking Beth could not see her. Beth looked at me and smiled and I smiled back with such joy that she had finally acknowledged me.

Oh yes, that’s something I had forgotten. As I said, I had known Beth and the family since she was three years old. We saw each other about once a month at these family and friends gatherings. Sometimes with the children in tow and sometimes just us adults. Over the years, Beth was such a shy young thing always staying by her mother’s side or when a baby was around she would be attentive to the child’s needs by keeping it occupied and playing at being Mummy. We had said hello and goodbye, but she always seemed to lower her head at me and slide herself behind her mother’s back. Even the little peck on the cheek seemed to repel her even more, to such an extent that I stopped after a couple of times. This continued until today. When she walked through the front door I again said “Hi” and she gave me the most wonderful smile and as always it made me heart melt and my wanton love for her was replenished to the maximum. This time she was not holding her mummy’s hand and as she approached I bent down and she willingly accepted a kiss from me. I was not thinking much at this point as I greeted everyone else, but this warm smile she gave me in the garden did make me feel she had now accepted me as a friend and someone not to shy away from.

Thankfully young Samantha’s attention was eventually diverted when one of my drunk aunties decided to take an interest in her. Not in that manner. She was just drunk and obviously feeling young again, she decided to comply by chasing her. My auntie’s somewhat large body trudging around the garden after a small screeching girl was rather amusing to all. We all thought at any moment she would collapse with a heart attack. It took an intervention by Samantha’s mummy to stop the shenanigans.

During the next few hours I wandered in and out of the house replenishing my glass with wine and keeping an eye on Beth to capture as many sweet smiles as I could from her.

The sun was lowering, and with the air getting a little colder everyone moved inside the house. I myself seemed to be chain smoking by this time as young Beth was mostly in the garden playing on small slide that was attached to the side of the Wendy House.

I sat down outside, facing the house, when I felt a soft tap on my head. I turned to see Beth smiling at me.

“Hello,” I said to her.

I could see a little mischievous look in her eyes, and we began to start tapping at each other. Beth would try and hit me and vice versa. I stayed sat down as she stepped back and forth to slap my back. I turned a few times, catching her legs and bottom. She ran behind a chair and we playfully made fun of each other as she tried to approach without me noticing. As I lit another cigarette, she was sneaking up behind me. I caught a glimpse of her in the French windows and swung round with my arm and hand extended. I slapped her, and as she screeched in playful delight my brain registered where I had just hit her. Right on top of her little cunny mound. I was dumb struck as my hand still registered the fleeting touch and feel of her soft peachy mounds. God it was only a millisecond but oh so worth it. Beth of course thought nothing of it. As I tried and tried again to hit her there, not trying to be obvious, I failed again and again.

After a few minutes I stubbed out my cigarette. Beth to my delight took hold of my hand as I stood and we went inside the house. We wandered into the living room, and as I passed her mother she gave me a pleasing smile. She seemed happy that Beth was smiling and did not look as bored as she was earlier and seemed pleased that I was with her.

My mind was playing havoc with my emotions. Well, I should say Beth was. I had just spent over an hour playing games with her and now she had hold of my hand. For some reason the boredom of the day seemed to bring her out of her shell After all she is a little older and there was no one of her age bracket at the party. Beth had obviously noticed my interest in her and I was happy for that.

I reluctantly let go of her hand as I so needed to go to the bathroom. Not just for a pee but with that tiny spark I felt when I hit her cunny and the small clasp of her hand around mine had me literally wetting myself. I had to relieve myself quickly.

I hitched up my skirt and pushed my large panties down quickly. As my buttocks touched the cold plastic rim of the toilet I let out a little moan as it sent a little shiver through me. Then another moan as I relaxed my bladder and the strong stream of piss began to flow. As I looked down to watch my pee flowing from my hairy cunt I checked my tampon towel encased within my panties. Thankfully I knew it was near the end of my period and there wasn’t even the slightest hint of that awful smelling blood in it. Only the white pad was full of clear liquid that had seeped from within. Thank god as I’m sure the smell and sight of it dripping down my leg would have caused me the utmost of embarrassment. As the last few spurts of pee were ousted, I could not help but reach down and slide my finger between my lips. I retrieved some of the golden delight and sucked it from my finger. I love the taste of my own urine. It is the most wonderful tangy beverage I enjoy. The only better piss is that which comes straight from the source of another woman’s pussy. As I closed my eyes to enjoy my own offerings, my hand slipped down again to console my wet pussy aching for relief that this young sweet child had caused. As I rotate my index finger around my swollen clit, I feel the warmth of love for her flow through me and my mind begins to fill with images of her beautiful smiling face. Oh Beth you are so beautiful. Such perfection you posses. A child that has no rivals and one that holds my heart. I would die for her. I have felt love from a woman before, but sweet Beth has captured without knowing it my whole being and undying soul. I would do anything to hold her, to love her, and to make love to her.

My brain was going crazy trying to comprehend my love for this child . Coupled with the most intense warm flow of sexual passion running through my whole body, I was ready to explode and certainly this time I would squirt my come to the other end of the room.

FUCK! I had taken too much time, as a knock on the door broke my concentration. ‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,’ I thought, as my pissed aunt called out asking if anyone was in here.

“Won’t be a minute, Auntie,” I hollered. Mildly fucked off to say the least. Almost there. Almost there. I could have died.

I so reluctantly wiped my sodden pussy and I sucked my finger before I washed my hands and opened the door for her. For a sober person I think the smell of my divine sex in the room would have them coming in seconds. A rather wicked thought that even my aunt could not enjoy the smell of my cunt as I’m sure any other would gladly do so.

Jesus fucking ‘h’ Christ I was pissed off. Horny as hell and interrupted halfway from heaven thinking of my utmost dream — making love to the small child I adored and loved.

I put on a smile as I re-entered the living room. Everyone glanced at me and I got a sudden rush of paranoia and went red with embarrassment. I could have sworn they all knew I had been masturbating, but it was just my imagination. Even though Bethany’s mother did give me a quizzical look and a smile as I went red.

The only available seat was a large footstool so I hiked up my skirt a little and sat down. Within a second little Beth had plonked her tiny bottom on my lap. God, could today get any better? Or worse, after what has just happened?

I wrapped my arms around her and clasped my hands together. She is so small and tiny. So warm and she smells so divine as I inhaled a whiff of scent from her hair. I knew fine well my pussy was going to explode if I didn’t get the chance to finish myself off. Minutes ago all it took was a fleeting touch and a her small hand in mine to get me going, and now I had her in my arms and her small pert bottom sat right on my swollen crotch. Her small arms reached around my neck and with her face right in front of me I couldn’t help myself. With no thought of reluctance or anyone looking on, I instantly puckered my lips and kissed her. It was only a peck but Beth did not seem at all surprised. She smiled as I pulled away and no one took any notice of my small stolen kiss. I was writhing a little as my clit enlarged even more. Could my cunt swell any more? I had never felt such a sexual passion like this before. Love and passion are two completely different things, but add them together and you have a recipe for total euphoria or total abandonment and destruction of what is most dear to you. I wanted the first as I could not imagine losing Beth.

I was so in love with Beth that I could not stop giving her small kisses on her cheek and she did not seem to mind.

“Is she bothering you?” her mother called over.

Beth looked over to her, and I replied, “No, no, she’s absolutely fine. She’s no trouble.”

As I spoke Beth had swivelled around to look at her mother with a little displeased look as if to say stop making a fuss. That’s what I thought she meant anyway. My little fantasy was that she wanted to be with me and learn how to kiss and enjoy my tender loving arms caressing her tiny body.

I was so close to the truth in a sense.

When Beth swivelled around her short legs had straddled my right leg . My skirt had been pushed up a little further and I quickly pulled it between my legs to cover my crotch. All eyes were thankfully averted. I did however notice a most pleasing warmth on my leg. I couldn’t believe it. Beth had either inadvertently or by choice hitched up her skirt and here she was. This young nine-year-old child straddling my leg with her young, smooth, warm bald pussy with only a fraction of a millimetre of material stopping me from feeling her beautiful vagina against my skin. I held her again this time my hands rested upon her belly. I could feel her ribs through her t-shirt, and the slow expansion of her torso as she breathed. My head rested on her left shoulder so I could peer around the room watching everyone and hoping they would not think anything untoward was going on.

All I wanted to do was kiss her neck, rub my hands all over her chest, and touch her tiny nipples. I could however smell her. The sweet scent of apples in her hair, and how fresh her skin smelt. A smell I had never really experienced before. It is a unique smell a child has. Every one is different but still all are divine. I am told it disappears as we get older, which is such a shame as it is to me the most perfect smell (bar one other) in the whole world.

I sat there with my mind swimming with sexual images and feelings of overpowering love for Beth that I didn’t notice what she was doing at first.

Beth had began to gently and slowly rock her tiny hips. My eyes widened as I could not believe what she was doing. The innocent image I had of this child had just gone out the window. Was she actually doing what I thought she was doing? This sweet innocent child. This sweet perfect child. She was actually rubbing herself, her sweet warm vagina, on my leg. I was mortified and so fucking full of bliss that my consciousness could have made me faint with the sexual impulses running through me right now.

I sat with my arms around her and I knew she knew what she was doing, but I could not believe it. The slow almost unnoticeable rocking over my leg was almost too much to bear. A room full of people, and here a child was fucking my leg. A young sweet innocent nine-year-old girl was getting herself off right in front of her own parents and family friends. On my leg for Christ’s sake.

I felt the warmth get even hotter and hotter, and as I held her tighter and tighter, I hoped to god she wouldn’t moan out loud. I could feel her tiny body quivering with pleasure as her tiny pussy smeared her gooey juices over my bare skin.

Then it happened. I felt her body stiffen and I could almost feel the euphoria within her.

I remember the feeling I had when I first came. Was this her first time? Surely not. She must have done this before. Maybe like myself. Humping a pillow or even a favourite cuddly toy.

Those new sensations. The giddiness of excitement. How new and overpowering it was.

I had my first orgasm when I was her age. Nine years old. I was at a sleepover and there were four of us all masturbating together. The eldest was called Tiffany and her older sister had showed her how to finger herself and she was showing all of us how to do it.

That first time was so special. I remember the pain of pushing a finger inside myself, but it was such a nice feeling. So tight, warm and gooey inside. The smell of four girls in one room made it even better. Most of the time we couldn’t stop but really harshly rub our tiny clits as it gave us the most stimulation.

The euphoria of that night will always remain strong inside me till I die.

Beth will be having those same sensations. The loss of any thoughts in your head. The dizziness. The feeling of your whole body relaxing yet it tenses up as it flows through you. It is such a mammoth feeling. It is like nothing you can describe. Call it euphoria, heaven, or something else. It cannot be equalled by anything else. Its pleasure is unimaginable. It starts in your head and then your toes. Welling inside as it creeps down from your head and up from your toes. Reaching inside caressing every nerve inside you. As your whole body is consumed it opens you up and then the release is, is. Oh god the release is, well so…

You girls know what I’m talking about. Sorry guys, you’ll never know what us girls feel and don’t even get me started on the multiple side.

I feel Beth’s little girly cum all over the top of my leg and I love her for it. I know from now on she can sit on my lap whenever se wants to. I want to slip my hand between her legs and taste her divine come. I can smell her and she is the sweetest-smelling child I have ever had the pleasure of.

Beth will never know of my undivided, undying love I have for her. She will never know of my desires for her or the passion she gives me. I love her so much, but as I look over her shoulder I see her mother.

Eyes that at first scare me, but then I see a certain glint.

She knows…… she knows.

THE END

By Nellie of Sweden

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

Back in 1997 I worked for a worldwide company in Sweden, and in the early summer my boss told me he wanted me to attend the annual company convention in Helsinki. My employer would gladly have paid for a plane ticket, but I’m a little afraid of flying so I decided to make it a combination of business and pleasure. I took a few extra days off for shopping and sightseeing and mostly to get the extra time to travel by boat from Stockholm.

While waiting in line to board the ferryboat I noticed a young mother some distance in front of me. She had two princess-like daughters who looked about 10 and 7. All three of them were wearing similar dresses and had blond curly hair. Just seeing them got my imagination going, and I had to tell myself no a lot of times.

Suddenly the little one turned around and looked straight at me. When she saw I was watching her, she gave me a pretty smile and I of course smiled back. Then she looked up at her mother and said something, and the woman turned her head and looked at me too.

Aboard the MS Cinderella I soon found my cabin and settled in. I took the small champagne bottle from the minibar and poured myself a glass. For a while I just sat there enjoying my champagne and the fantastic view passing through Stockholm’s wonderful archipelago. My thoughts wandered away and I remembered the little smiling princess from earlier. I imagined her on the bed in my cabin slowly taking her clothes off, caressing her sweet little hairless pussy and calling me Mummy when asking me to make love to her.

But dreams are just dreams and my stomach reminded me there is a reality too. I was starving, so I put my makeup on and a nice dress and went out to find the dining room. A nice old fashioned Scandinavian smorgasbord was just what I needed right then.

After I had taken my first tour around the gigantic smorgasbord and filled my plate with lots of delicious food, the “pretty three” (as I called them in my mind) appeared. They were shown to the table next to mine and it pleased me a lot getting such a nice view during my dinner.

The mother had her back at me and the older girl sat on the side of the table that I couldn’t see. But the youngest girl was sitting right in front of me and I had to control myself not to be too obvious.

When I’d had enough of the salmon, shrimp, herring, and everything else I got myself a cup of black coffee and leaned back in my comfortable chair resting my eyes on the little minx a few meters from me.

Suddenly she gave me a conspiring smile and this time I didn’t look away. As in a trance I watched her smiling and sticking out the tip of her tongue looking a little naughty. I almost didn’t believe my own eyes when I saw her slowly pulling her dress up showing me her lovely thighs. I couldn’t help myself from staring, and the little girl smiled even wider as she slowly she parted her legs.

She spread them slowly, bit by bit until I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I blushed like a schoolgirl and turned to look at her face again. She put a finger across her lips to tell me that this was our secret, hers and mine, and I smiled and nodded my head.

Then they all went to the table of desserts to get ice cream and stuff and when they came back the girls switched places so the older girl was in my sight. I looked at her and she noticed a couple of times. But she didn’t smile or do any of the things her baby sister had done. Instead she leaned towards her mother and said something. All three of them talked for a while, and then the mother got up and came over to my table.

“Is there a problem?” she said. “My daughter says you’re staring at her! Why?”

I was so embarrassed I could have died and I felt my face turning deeply red. I stuttered, almost couldn’t talk at all.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t…”

The young pretty lady suddenly smiled and sat down. She put her hand on mine and looked straight into my eyes.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she said in a much softer tone of voice. “But Evelina is a bit shy sometimes to strangers. Not at all like her little sister Elin — she can’t even spell the word shy.”

“No… I noticed,” I said, quite relieved that she wasn’t mad at me.

“I’m Annika,” she said. “And we’re in cabin 589 if you’d care to visit us later. And…. I didn’t catch your name…”

“I’m Nellie,” I said. “And I think you have a lovely pair of daughters! I envy you, to tell you the truth.”

“So… you don’t have kids?”

“No, I don’t! But I really love children!”

Annika smiled. “Yeah, I’ve noticed! Especially girls, huh?”

I blushed again and before I had the time to answer she got up to return to her girls. But first she smiled and squeezed my hand.

“589,” she said. “Don’t forget!”

Forget? How could I forget THAT?

Annika and her daughters soon left the restaurant and I sat there alone for a while before returning to my cabin.

Going there, I passed 589. Actually it was rather close and just seeing the magic number made my heart beat faster and harder. I heard laughter and giggling from inside and decided that I would go there as soon as I had calmed down a little and made sort of a plan on how to act when I got there. I had to get my hopes down because I realized that I could have misunderstood the things Annika had said.

I took a quick shower to rinse the sweat off my body. In case something really would happen, I wanted to smell nice.

Less than an hour later I knocked on the door with the number 589 and Annika opened. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe. She had showered too.

So had the girls. They were in their pj’s on the big double bed. Evelina’s were light purple colored and Elin’s were girlish pink with a rabbit on her tummy

Their cabin was much bigger than mine, a so called luxury cabin. I sat down in a little sofa by the window and Annika gave me a drink. Elin smiled at me and came toward me in her pretty little pj’s.

“Hi, I’m Elin,” she said. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Cornelia,” I said. “But everybody calls me Nellie.”

“Are you gonna play with us tonight?” she said. “Mummy sometimes invites nice ladies to play with her and us.”

“Well… I don’t know…” I stuttered, surprised over her bluntness.

“Elin, take it easy,” Annika said. “Give Nellie some peace and quiet!”

Elin looked at her mother.

“But Mummy… she likes me! I know she does. I saw it at the restaurant. Didn’t I, Aunt Nellie? Didn’t you smile when I showed you my… you know…”

“Oh, Elin,” Annika said. “You didn’t do THAT again, did you? How many times do I have to tell you not to show your privates to strangers? It might be dangerous, you know! Not everybody is nice!”

“Aunt Nellie is,” Elin said with a big smile. “Aren’t you, Aunt Nellie?”

“Well… I sure try to be,” I said.

Annika sat down beside me and gave me a new drink. She turned to look at me and started talking slowly.

“Elin noticed you watching her, so I let them switch places just to check you out. I’m sorry we fooled you a little there but I have to be sure about people before I let them come close to us. Evelina also saw you watching her and she didn’t mind at all. I only said that to see how you would react. It usually takes me a few minutes to find out the character of the person I’m speaking to. But with you it was a little different! I was almost sure you were like me even before talking to you. Sometimes you just know!”

I slowly nodded my head and smiled at Annika. “Yes! I couldn’t agree more! It’s hard to explain, but sometimes you just know.”

Annika smiled and put her arm around me. Evelina looked at us from the bed and smiled. Elin started to jump up and down in front of us.

“Kiss her, Mummy! Kiss her lips! She wants you too, I can tell! Right, Aunt Nellie?”

I couldn’t help laughing, but Annika looked into my eyes and smiled.

“Do you?” she whispered.

I didn’t say anything. I just put my arm around Annika’s neck and parted my lips a little. She smiled again and then she pressed her soft lips against mine and her tongue into my open mouth.

Little Elin went absolutely crazy. Jumping up and down, dancing and singing.

“They’re kissing, they’re kissing,” she sang and I saw Evelina looking a little embarrassed over her sister’s behavior.

Annika put her hand on my left breast and kissed me once more. She opened two buttons on my blouse and her hand came inside caressing me through the lace bra. Little Elin started to climb up on us and wanted to take part in the making out.

“Move away a little, Mummy,” she said impatiently. “I want to kiss her too.”

Annika laughed a little.

“Hey there, you little brat,” she said. “Are you sure Nellie wants to? Maybe I was wrong about her. Maybe she only likes grown women and not little brats like you.”

Elin looked a little offended but then she looked at me. “You’re never wrong about those things,” she said and then turned to me. “Can I, Aunt Nellie?” she said. “Would you kiss me too?”

I smiled at the little angel-faced darling sitting on my lap. “I would be happy to,” I said. “But on one condition!”

“What?”

“Please stop calling me Aunt! Just say Nellie, please!”

Elin smiled and nodded her head yes. Annika caressed her hair gently pushing her closer to me.

“Come on, baby,” she whispered. “Show Nellie what a great kisser you are.”

And she was! She sure was! Our tongues danced around for what felt like an eternity. In my mouth and in Elin’s. My nipples were rock hard and between my legs there was an ocean of pussy juices. I couldn’t help moaning a little. The little girl made me hotter than I’d ever been and I sighed happily when I felt a little hand coming inside my blouse and down inside my bra.

“Elin… not so fast,” Annika said.

I assured her it was completely OK with me and Annika smiled again.

“It’s OK for you to touch her too,” she said. “Isn’t it Elin?”

“Yes, Mummy!”

We continued kissing and I gently stroked Elin’s back and took her firm little butt in my hands and squeezed it. She moaned a little and whispered in my ear.

“Inside, please! Put your hands inside!”

Holding my breath from excitement I let my hands slip down Elin’s pajama bottoms. Her legs were already spread wide apart since she was sitting across my legs.

My fingertips could feel the softness of Elin’s puffy pussy lips and the moisture in the little slit between them.

“Yessss,” the little girl moaned when I gently tickled her hard little clit. “Oh, I love that! Please don’t stop, Aunt…. Sorry, I mean Nellie!”

One of Annika’s hands joined mine in Elin’s pajama pants and she caressed my hand.

“Give her a finger,” she whispered. “She loves to be finger fucked in both holes. But only one to start with… after all, she’s only seven!”

“No, I’m almost eight,” Elin said in the same offended tone that she used earlier. “I’m a big girl!”

“Yes, you are,” I said. “A big lovely little girl and I really love your body!”

I kissed her again and then I heard a little sound from the bed. Evelina! I had totally forgotten about her. She had taken her pj’s off and now was wearing only a pair of silk panties. Her hand was inside them, masturbating, and her face was red.

“Mummy,” she said. “Can’t you let Elin play with Nellie herself? I’m lonely here…”

Annika got up and went over to the bed. She opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Naked she went to bed with her oldest daughter.

“Please forgive me, my darling Evie,” Annika said. “Let Mummy make it up to you! I’m so sorry!”

She took Evelina in her arms and they started kissing. I watched them over Elin’s tiny shoulder as I slowly pushed my smallest finger inside her tight little child vagina. Elin moaned out loud as my finger gently penetrated her little love canal. I finger-fucked her for a while and then switched fingers so she had my index finger in her little cunt and the next one in her asshole. My other hand concentrated on her clitoris which was swollen and hard. Elin was completely wild from excitement and I could feel she was getting close to orgasm. I fucked her a little harder and whispered in her ear. “Yeah, baby! That’s it! Come for me, baby! Let yourself go!”

Elin screamed out loud when she reached her climax and I had to hold my mouth over hers so people wouldn’t hear us in the neighbor cabins. Afterwards she just collapsed in my arms and couldn’t speak or move for minutes. Then she gave me a soft kiss and hugged my neck.

“I liked that,” she said. “You are just as good as Mummy! Most women aren’t, you know. Some are too careful to really make me cum and some others are too rough. Like… almost raping me, you know?”

I laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Thank you, baby,” I said. “I think I know what little girls like you want and like because I’ve been one myself!”

Elin looked confused.

“Yeah, but… hasn’t everybody? Grownups, I mean?”

“Yes, every woman has been a little girl, but not all of them have experienced sex when they were seven or eight like you and me!”

I told her of how I was seduced by my beloved cousin Erica when I was just her age. Then I looked up again to see what went on in the bed. Annika had taken Evelina’s silk panties off so they were both naked, Evelina on her back with her legs wide open and Annika’s hand caressing her soaking wet pussy. I could see a little puffiness under her pink nipples. She was about to start growing breasts of her own. But her pussy was still sweet and hairless just as I like them best. Annika removed her hand from Evelina’s pussy and started to suck her own fingers, one by one, making mmmm-sounds.

“Eat me, Mummy! Please eat my pussy, Evelina whispered. I’m so wet and hot from watching Elin being fucked by Nellie.”

I got up from the sofa and came towards the bed. I looked at Evelina with a smile.

“Would it be OK if… if I did it instead of Mummy,” I asked.

Evelina blushed slightly and giggled a little. “Yeah… I guess,” she said.

“Hold on a little,” Annika said. “Somebody isn’t naked yet! Girls, let’s undress her!”

She and Evelina got up from the bed and Evelina came into my open arms and I kissed her. She was also a fantastic kisser, just like her sister and her mother.

Hands were all over my body and my clothes almost flew away, item by item. Annika pushed her daughters aside for a bit and came to kiss me herself.

“I hope you don’t regret coming here,” she said.

“You know I don’t! You’re wonderful, all three of you!”

“Thank you! Now it’s your turn to try what we call ‘The Larsson Treatment.'”

A little hand came down my panties just as she spoke. It was Elin who wanted to feel my pussy.

“Mummy,” she yelled, “Nellie hasn’t any hair at all!”

Annika smiled and looked at me. I realized she wanted me to ask about ‘The Larsson Treatment’ so I did, and she smiled even wider.

“Get on your back and spread those legs and the Larsson girls will show you. And if you want something to eat… well, today we have eleven-year-old girl pussy! How does that sound?”

My knees were trembling and I was glad to lie down. As soon as my head had landed on the pillow Evelina came and put one knee on each side of my head and her lovely pussy just over my mouth. I started licking and sucking and at the same time Annika and little Elin started to kiss my tits and Annika’s hand caressed my soaking wet pussy with one hand. Mother and daughter kissed their way down my body licking my stomach and inner thighs. They were talking to each other all the time, telling each other what they felt about my body and what they were going to do to me next.

Soon they were both between my legs taking turns licking my pussy and fingering me in both holes. Now and then they stopped and I both felt and heard them kissing each other down there while I ate the marvellous pussy of 11-year-old Evelina, making her orgasm again and again.

At last Evelina fell off me and collapsed beside me, just like I did myself the first time I sat on somebody’s face. I held her in my arms and we kissed and cuddled. Her mother and sister had turned to making love to each other instead of to me and Annika tried to do a 69 with Elin. But the difference in height between them made that position impossible, so she just threw Elin on her back and ate her out.

After a while we all rested on the king-sized bed, Annika to the right and Elin beside her. Next to Elin it was me and Evelina at the left side of the bed.

“Well, Nellie,” Annika said. “What are you going to do in Helsinki? Or will you go back directly on the same boat?”

“I’m going to a company convention,” I said.

“OK… sounds fun,” she said with a laugh. “We’re going to a hotel outside town. Just for having fun! We’ll stay for three days and then go back home. I would really love it if you would come with us! I bet there will be other conventions! But maybe you prefer conventions instead of … The Larsson Treatment!?”

We all giggled like crazy, and at that moment I decided that even if it would cost me my job I was going with them.

We fell asleep soon after that and when we awoke the next morning we were getting close to Helsinki. We had breakfast together and then I want out on deck and opened my purse to find my cell phone.

“Martinsson,” came a voice at the other end.

“Hi Gustav, it’s me, Nellie! I’m almost in Helsinki now, but I’m afraid I won’t be attending the convention today. I’ve had some stomach problems and almost haven’t slept.”

“Well, of course you must take care of your health first of all! I do hope it’s nothing serious!”

“No… it’s probably just something I ate! But I think I’ve found a treatment that might work! The Larsson treatment!”

THE END

By Rebecka

There were no flares left. The last one had gone into the snow fifteen minutes before. Wrapped in the blanket up to our necks, we awaited the inevitable. Both of us knew, though neither would say, that Mr. Sanford wouldn’t be back. At least, not until after the storm. I had my arm around Agnes’s waist, she mine. We were very sad. She laid her head on my shoulder.

“We’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course we will,” I said. We’d only a minute before emerged from our cocoon. As I’d told Agnes earlier, the bus was no colder than the temperature outside — frigid, but bearable under the blankets. We could stay like this all night, if need be. That was fortunate, because it was looking like we would. Other than my worry about Mr. Sanford’s fate, however, I wasn’t particularly bothered. I tightened my grip around Agnes’ waist.

“I’m kinda glad we’re on this bus,” she said. “Except, for, you know…”

“I know.” I turned my head and kissed her hair. Our recent adventure beneath the blankets had left my jaw sore and my tongue aching wonderfully. Agnes had complained about the same thing. As kissing sessions went, it had been a marathon.

Under the blanket our coats were open, and our bras undone; I had unbuttoned Agnes’ shirt. If my right hand weren’t presently keeping the blankets closed, it would be caressing her breasts. I enjoyed what her left hand was doing to mine. It kept me pleasantly distracted.

“Can I ask a question?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said happily.

“Tomorrow, when they come for us…?”

I raised my head from hers. “What?”

“What?” I asked again when she refused to answer. Finally, she spoke.

“Don’t let it go back to the way it was before.”

I craned my head around to look at her face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know that the cool chick always panics the next day. You’ll be embarrassed by me, or terrified people will think you’re a freak, or afraid your friends will dump you.”

“Agnes–” I started to interrupt.

“Hear me out. I’m afraid you’ll fall into a sexual-identity crisis and deny anything ever existed between us. Not just to your friends, but to yourself. And you’re not the only one, El. I’m afraid it’ll happen to me, too. I know everyone thinks I’m a lezzie already — don’t lie, you know it’s true — but I’m really not. I’m just like you. For the most part, I’ve always been attracted to boys, but the instant I met you I lost interest in anyone, male or female. There is no one else but you. And I know, I must be totally freaking you out,” she said, laughing bitterly.

Instead of answering, I wrapped both arms around Agnes and drew her to me as tightly as possible. I knew she was right. I had recently watched a movie where that exact thing had happened. Two young girls, our ages in fact, one popular like me, the other one shy and friendless like Agnes, came together by chance, just like Agnes and I. Though nothing had happened between the two but soul-baring and a bit of innocent necking, the next day my counterpart succumbed to sexual-identity freak-out. I didn’t want that happening to Agnes and I. I wouldn’t let that happen to Agnes and I.

Releasing her, I made a crossing gesture over my chest. “I, Ellen Olson, do solemnly swear that I am now best friends for life with Agnes Ahlerg and that, short of converting to Judaism, I will do nothing to ostracize her from my life, for as long as she wants me, or we can stand being around each other. First one to cheat on the other with a boy, though, and the deal is off,” I prevaricated.

She laughed. She kissed me. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” I reciprocated. The words sounded completely truthful leaving my mouth. I wondered if I meant them. I had no doubt she meant hers.

Our moment of silence was interrupted visually. Outside in the snow, Mr. Sanford’s final beacon of hope sputtered, flared and died into darkness. I winced, feeling Agnes wince beside me. I looked forlornly at the spot as the final entrails of smoke were whipped away by the wind. Without the reflected red glare, the inside of the bus seemed nearly lightless. I wondered if it was enough light to alert anyone to our presence or guide them home. I doubted it seriously. Worse, the sense of doom deepened in the absence of light.

I shivered convulsively. Agnes clutched me tightly.

“I’m glad I have you,” she whispered.

“I’m glad I have you, too. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be stranded with on a volcanic island.”

“Lost, this isn’t,” she countered.

“It’s not even Lost in Space,” I said, striving for buoyancy. “Where’s a coconut when you need one?”

Agnes giggled and kissed my throat. Shifting, I let her know it was time to re-cocoon ourselves. Lifting the blankets over our heads, we worked, and then reworked the folds until they were acceptably tight, and then settled inward against each other. I let my right hand steal into her open shirt and claim a prize.

“I wish we could lay down,” she said.

“So do I,” I sighed wistfully. “Then I could take off your clothes and make mad, passionate love to you.”

“We can’t do that here?”

“You want a ruptured disk? Or a hernia?” I suddenly became aware that I had to pee. “Dammit,” I murmured.

“What?”

“I have to go pee.”

“So do I. I’ve had to for hours.”

I blinked at her in the darkness. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, I really don’t want to think about baring my backside and chancing peeing myself. Can you imagine?”

I had peed myself before — more rightly, the back of my jeans and my panties — and had no desire whatsoever to repeat the disaster, not in freezing cold weather. It wasn’t like I had clean ones to put on.

“I guess we could do it off the stoop into the snow. I could hold you steady, and you me. That might work.”

“Or maybe the back of the bus?” I suggested.

“That’s an idea,” she replied, her tone sounding hopeful. “At least we wouldn’t have to worry about falling into the snow. That would be horrible.” I could mentally see her face pinching; a backward drop, not only into freezing cold snow, but also into our own pee. Wonderful. I liked the back of the bus idea even better.

“Let’s go,” I said, throwing back the blankets. “You have any tissue in your backpack?” I looked for mine, remembered that it was halfway down the bus.

Unscissoring my legs, I got up stiffly and stumbled my way down the isle where I grabbed my bag from beneath the seat. I really had to pee. My bladder was bursting. Rooting around the inside, I came up with a crumpled McDonald’s napkin. Continuing the search, I came up with another stray, and then a third. I held up my treasure, grinning.

Walking down the isle with her backpack in one hand, a plastic package of tissues in the other, Agnes grinned back.

“A regular Girl Scout,” I observed. “Always prepared.”

Joining me, she dropped her backpack on the seat alongside mine, and we continued down the isle toward the back, both undoing our belts and jeans as we went. I didn’t like the idea of peeing on the carpeting, but there was nothing we could do about it, and besides, it would keep pee from rolling up the isle as it might do otherwise, were the flooring rubber. The truth was, I didn’t give a shit if someone complained — they weren’t stuck on the bus in the middle of a snowstorm. Let them suspend me.

I wiggled my jeans and panties down to mid-thigh, watched as Agnes uncomfortably did the same, not bothering to hide my curiosity about her womanhood. To my intense surprise, I saw that she was completely clean-shaven, not a suggestion of black visible. That I hadn’t expected.

“You shave?” I blurted out. “In the wintertime?” The last time my own pubes had been touched by a razor was Labor Day. I was suddenly self-conscious about the sparse, yet noticeable blond hair between my legs. I crouched and pinched my legs together, hiding myself. To my chagrin, it was suddenly difficult to pee. Evidently, Agnes experienced the same difficulty, because it was suddenly very silent on that bus. I prayed I wouldn’t pass gas and embarrass myself further.

A deep redness rose up Agnes’s throat and commandeered her face. She grinned helplessly, adding to her embarrassment. “What?” she objected, trying to deflect my perceived teasing.

“Nothing,” I said, shoving away the image of me spreading Agnes’ legs, kissing her wetness, licking her. My heartbeat surged and suddenly, I found it very difficult to breathe. It was the first time I had actually envisioned ourselves having sex. Though disturbing, I realized I wanted it very much. I wondered if she wanted me.

“I can’t pee.” Her voice was exasperated.

“Me neither.”

“I’ve peed before. I never had any problem any other time. Well, not like this, anyway,” she amended. “I was embarrassed, but that was because I thought guys might see me.”

I smiled inwardly. “No reason to be embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed. Are you?”

Looking out the corner of my eye, I saw her grinning. A moment later, a scatter of urine peppered the carpet between her legs, quickly strengthening into a torrent, like she hadn’t gone in a week. My own bladder let loose then and pee gushed out of me like out of a fire hose. Fragrant steam rose from between our legs. We both started giggling, both nearly losing our balance because we shook so hard. I had to put a hand down behind me to catch myself; Agnes rocked forward protectively and put down both of hers. We couldn’t stop laughing.

“Stop!” I wailed.

“You stop!”

Wiping myself and dropping the tissues on the floor, I struggled erect and worked my clothes back over my hips. I straightened my panties, still laughing uproariously, zipped my jeans and attempted to up do my belt. We staggered forward up the isle, bumping and poking each other until we reached the seat behind the driver’s seat and sat down. Pretzeling our legs beneath us, we helped each other re-envelop ourselves in the shroud. We were still laughing uproariously.

“I love you,” she told me again.

“I love you, too.”

With no resistance, I slid Agnes’ shirt back over her shoulders, pulled it down her arms and dropped it in her lap. She shrugged and removed her bra herself, holding it her hands. I knew without sight that her nipples were achingly hard and begging to be touched. I let her know that I wanted out of my sweater and between the two of us, got it over my head. To save room, I pushed it out beneath my leg and let it drop to the floor, something I would regret later when I had to put it on again. Who says wool doesn’t get cold?

Agnes pushed the straps of my bra back over my shoulders, slid them down my arms and handed it to me. “God,” she whispered. “Please don’t let anyone find this bus… not just yet, anyhow.” I wondered if there was a way to turn off the emergency lights, felt guilty for even thinking something so selfish. “I really meant what I said earlier. About us laying down?”

I heard her sigh. She moaned a moment later when I placed my hands over her breasts. She took mine, fondled them lovingly. We played with each other’s nipples as we kissed.

As it turned out, we were able to lie down… after a fashion. Two blankets below us to insulate from the coldness of the vinyl seats, two above, though it took constant vigilance to make sure they covered us completely. Most of the time our feet stuck out in the isle, unprotected, and there was no ignoring the air turning our calves, feet and toes into flesh popsicles. At some point Agnes made the suggestion that we shed our shoes and warm our feet against each other before they fell off from frostbite. This was not as easily accomplished as you might imagine; not with jeans down around our ankles.

“I’m not getting completely naked,” I objected, even as I struggled to lever the heel of my shoe off my right foot.

Grunting, Agnes tried to unlace her boots. The idea of being completely naked with her between the blankets had me extraordinarily horny. I felt like a balloon; blown up to the bursting point, ready to explode at the least increase of pressure, no matter from inside or out. My heart thudded and blood pounded in my ears. I was breathless from so much kissing. My tongue and jaw muscles ached terribly. Incredibly, I knew what Agnes felt like inside. I shivered, just thinking about it. With her help, I had located and played with her clitoris, and she with mine. It was our first time ever. I had tasted her. She had haltingly tasted me. We had tasted ourselves, together. I liked her flavor better than mine. I wanted to taste her from the source, but so far, that hadn’t been possible.

“Wait!” I said, huffing.

“What’s wrong?”

“I got a cramp. I think I got a cramp.” I waited a long second, hoping the muscle spasm would go away, but it didn’t. “Shit,” I said when it only grew worse. Flexing my foot only made the damned thing worse still, just as it always did when I got a cramp. I never imagined being naked with someone could be so much trouble.

“Wait,” Agnes said. “Fold your legs up between us.”

Doing as she suggested, I turned completely on my side with my back against the seat back, drew my knees up to my chest and let Agnes attack my calf with her fingertips.

“The other one, Agnes!”

Grunting impatiently, she switched calves and attacked the bunched up muscles with painful intensity. I grit my teeth and sucked in air. “Don’t stop!” I cried. “That’s helping!” Little by little, her strong fingers kneaded the pain and tightness out of muscles until finally, with a grumbling acceptance, the cramp let go. I breathed out in grateful relief — and then gasped.

“Agnes!”

She had just run her fingertips down my butt crack and located my clenched asshole. “What are you doing?” Every muscle in my body tensioned.

She began to rhythmically circle her fingertip on my small button. “I do this to myself,” she whispered. “I’ve always liked it.”

I liked it too, though I was too embarrassed to tell her that. “You are such a naughty girl,” I said.

“Do you like it?”

“Would you like me to do it to you?”

“I’d like that very much,” she said throatily.

I was discovering a whole new Agnes here, wasn’t I? I wondered what else I’d find out about her. I gasped again, as the tip of her middle finger slipped in my hole up to the first knuckle.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s…very different,” I admitted. I knew guys liked to mess around with a girl’s asshole, loved to plug it up with their cocks if given the opportunity, but Agnes was the first girl I’d known to admit an interest in having it done to her. Usually, at least among my friends, anal — or the thought of it — was endured, not than enjoyed. Her finger entered me up to the second knuckle, and I shuddered.

“Unless you tell me to stop,” she said. “I’m gonna keep going.” Even as she threatened this her finger slid in another half-knuckle. She was not merely invading me, but intent on exploring my insides. I felt the finger pressing against the wall of my rectum, forcing my vagina against my bladder and compressing it. It made me want to pee.

“I amend what I said before: You are really naughty.” I bent forward and kissed her on the lips. Her finger continued its inward journey until stopped by the palm of her hand. She continued to lever it forward into my privates. I think she had my uterus this time. At least the pressure was gone from my bladder. I felt the blush deepen in my face. What an experience.

“I can stop, if you don’t like this,” she whispered.

“Please don’t.”

I imagined her doing this to herself, realizing after a moment that the only way possible to finger yourself so thoroughly was on your hands and knees, in a doggie position. The thought of her doing that, with the middle finger of her free hand up her vagina was too much for me. I audibly moaned. Of course, the finger inside me redoubled its efforts to map my insides. I moaned again, bent forward and put my forehead against her shoulder. I marveled at the energy level between my legs. I began to moan continuously, little jolts of electricity clenching my muscles, making me jerk, making me mumble pleading little noises.

Without me really knowing it, Agnes removed my shoes and socks with her free hand, worked me out of my jeans and panties and then removed her own. She clutched me to her, still doubled up, and used the fingers of her left hand to totally destroy me with her attack on my panic button. I was conscious of making a horrible noise in my chest and begging to have this torture stop. I fought, oh God did I fight against the orgasm she relentlessly was pushing me toward, my first at the hands of another person. Finally I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“AhhhhhhhhgodddddddddddAgnesssssssss!”

Wave after wave piled up and crashed over me. I wound my arms around my knees and clamped them to my chest. I tried to gasp, but air refused to enter my lungs. The fingers between my legs stopped momentarily, and then the one on my clitoris went crazy while the one up my behind remained absolutely still. Impossibly, Agnes made my orgasm even more intense.

“Noooooooooooooo!” I moaned. “Stoppppppppp!”

But there was no stopping Agnes. She had her finger finely attuned to my horrible convulsions — and every time I thought I’d died, and crossed over the threshold to Heaven, she would ruthlessly yank me back to the world of the living again. I had my mouth open and hitched in miniscule breaths, choking to get them out again. My eyes were riveted shut, my every muscle spasming. She absolutely refused to let me stop coming.

“Please! Please! Please!” I begged. “Agnes…Please!”

I began to caterwaul uncontrollably and suddenly her finger was away from my clit, she ripped the finger of her other hand out of my rectum, wrapped her arms around my back and clung to me fiercely. She laughed evilly as the convulsions slowly but inexorably drained out of my body.

Five minutes later, shaking like a jellyfish, I wrenched my head off her shoulder and looked at her cross-eyed. “You are such a bitch!”

Exhausted, I collapsed against her and let her cuddle me like a baby while she laughed both herself, and me to sleep.

And this was how they found us, five hours later.

*****

The whole school knew, of course. But our ordeal, plus the death of Mr. Sanford, somehow moderated the mess. We took a lot of looks in the next week, and whispering behind cupped hands, but surprisingly, the student body seemed almost understanding about it. No one acted surprised at all that Agnes became my new best friend, nor did any of my girlfriends object to her presence at our lunch table, and later, within the group itself. Like Dana Hillborne, she was transformed by their attention. Agnes flowered into a very beautiful, if somewhat domineering young lady.

This was five years ago. Though everyone knew, we chose not to come out to our parents until the first year of college. We attend Minnesota State University at Mankato. Rather than chance being separated into different dorm rooms, with the help of our parents we took a two-bedroom apartment in one of the off-campus student housing centers. (Two bedrooms, to keep up appearances.) We are two months into our first semester of higher learning.

“Oh, you’ve made surprising headway,” Agnes says. Her hair, worn short for the last three years, is nearly back to the length it was our first night together. I so much like it better long. Mine is the same as it ever was. Looking up and over my shoulder, I let her kiss me. I let her run a hand down the front of my shirt and fondle my breast. I moan with pleasure into her mouth.

“Did you miss me?” she asks.

“I always miss you,” I say, returning to the computer screen. It’s a Macbook, just like hers. We both have Apples.

“Wow, thirty-three pages. You are being long-winded, aren’t you, sweetie.”

“A lot happened that night,” I remind her. I watch in the reflection of the glossy screen as she strips out of her top and reaches up behind her back. I grin as the bra falls away from her tiny breasts. My nipples harden automatically.

“A lot of private stuff, yeah. How much are you putting in?”

“All of it. Everything that I can remember, anyway.”

“And some you made up?”

“I can’t think of anything I made up,” I counter. “There wasn’t a lot to make up about that night. We did just about everything.”

“We did, didn’t we?” she says, smiling in reflection.

I love it when she smiles. She has the prettiest smile. It’s one of the things I love about her most. And no, I haven’t agreed to convert to Judaism. Not yet, anyway. Although I’m thinking about it. I’m wondering how my mom would react to me becoming Mrs. Agnes Ahlberg.

THE END

By Rebecka

It was half an hour later. Agnes and I sat side by side on the seat directly behind Mr. Sanford’s driver’s seat, wrapped in all four blankets, staring out the doors. Strangely, they hadn’t iced up the way the windows had. I didn’t understand it; I was just grateful.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I asked. The words came out barely recognizable. Both Agnes and I were erupting in uncontrollable spasms of shaking. I had my hands jammed in my pockets, and my chin buried in the zipped up collar of my coat. My legs were freezing inside the thin lining of my Levi’s; my toes were numb.

“Sure he is,” Agnes replied unconvincingly. “He’s probably reached a house, called the police, and is on his way back right now.”

Outside, the second flare sputtered and died. Without thinking, I stood up, yanked open the doors and dropped down into the well. We were starting on our second half hour. How long could someone, even well bundled up as Mr. Sanford was, survive in this cold? On the good side, I could still see where he’d plowed through the snow, which I hadn’t been able to fifteen minutes before. The wind blew just as hard, but there was less snow obscuring my vision. Unfortunately, the temperature hadn’t improved at all.

“Mr. Sanford?” I hollered. I heard nothing but the howling wind. Digging the flare out of my pocket, I freed the lid and struck the top across the button. Even before it had begun to properly spew fire, I pitched it into the flare crater, scrambled back up the steps and wrenched closed the door.

“Jesus Christ, it’s cold outside!” I jammed my hands back in my pockets and sat down beside Agnes. She immediately flung the blanket around my shoulders and secured it in the front. For the hundredth time, I cursed my stupidity in not bringing my gloves. No, what I cursed was my laziness in not looking for them this morning.

“Thanks,” I said through chattering teeth. As I had been for the last half hour, I was intensely aware of our close proximity…and the discomfort it caused us both. Agnes had remained quiet throughout the ordeal, speaking only in reply to a comment or question. It was driving me crazy. What was also driving me crazy was the growing certainty that I liked being wrapped in a blanket with her.

“What if he really doesn’t come back?” I moaned. I forcibly pushed aside the scenarios running in my mind about Mr. Sanford wandering around in circles, stepping into a hole and breaking his ankle, collapsing exhausted and frozen into a snow bank.

“Don’t talk like that,” Alice chattered back. “He’ll be fine. We just have to believe that.”

What I believed was just the opposite. But then I’d always been a pessimist. I always saw the worst possible outcome.

“Are you and Paul, like the real thing?” she asked unexpectedly.

I blinked, and then shrugged under the blankets. “Don’t know. Guess so, I guess. We like each other.” The truth was, Paul was more steady company for me than a boyfriend, and I was more a body to feel up and attempt to stick fingers and a prick into, though so far I’d successfully resisted the latter, much to Paul’s chagrin. So far, however, he’d come closer that anyone else to claiming my virginity.

“What about you?” I asked, not cruelly, but in an attempt to keep her talking. “Anybody special?”

She rolled her eyes. “Right. That’s gonna happen here.”

“What about before you got here?” I asked. She was only a year or so older a resident of Minnesota than I was. If Agnes had stood a chance of scoring a boyfriend anywhere, it had to be Florida.

She shrugged. “It was better there than here. At least there, I had some friends. Here I’m the only Jewish girl in the whole damned school.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You really think that’s the reason? I’ve never heard anyone mention your religion before at all. I didn’t even realize you were Jewish. Not that it matters. It’s not like you’re black or Hispanic or anything.” I grinned. There were no blacks in our class, and only one or two Hispanics. In my old school in Atlanta, I had been in the minority.

“What do they talk about then?” she asked wryly. “My big nose?”

“No. About you being a lesbo.”

She was shocked wide-eyed, her mouth opening in protestation… until I laughed.

“Bitch! I can’t believe you said that. It’s not true, is it?”

Continuing to laugh, I shook my head. “Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

She was red to the roots of her hair. “I’m not a lesbo. I’ve never been with a girl before. I don’t like girls.”

“You like me,” I interrupted.

“That’s different,” she said, pouting. “I just thought you’d be a nice person to talk to.”

“I’m not?” I wondered.

Her face redden even more. She mumbled, “I don’t know. I’ve never talked to you before.”

“We’re talking now,” I reminded her.

“Only because.”

“Only because is as good a reason as any,” I said. “Why not take advantage of it?”

She hunched under the blanket and leaned away from me. I took my hands out of my pockets, grabbed the overlapped ends of the blanket and pulled them tighter together. It forced her back against me.

“Maybe I like talking to you,” I said. “Have you considered that?”

She hunched her shoulders even more. “You didn’t seem to earlier.”

“I kinda got taken by surprise,” I said. “I never for a minute suspected you had any interest in me.”

Her face was now scarlet. I could actually — or imagined I could — feel the heat radiating off it. Slowly, I moved my left hand in search of her right, found it and forced my fingers between hers, entwining them together.

“I think maybe I like you having an interest in me, Agnes.”

Startled, she inched her head around. “What?”

I told her about my revelation of earlier, of discovering that I had suppressed my own interest, had experienced jealousy and insecurity, even about the battle of the voices.

She blinked at me slowly, guardedly.

“Do you think I’d lie about something like that? Under the present circumstances?” I scooted in tighter against her, found her other hand in the folds of blanket and gripped it also, though through a layer of blanket. I drew my legs up beneath me and sat on my feet; Agnes did likewise.

“These seats are really cold,” I said. “Let’s tuck the blankets under us.” Though difficult, with only one hand each to accomplish the task — the others desperately clutched the blankets together in the front — we somehow managed.

“Better,” I muttered. I dreaded when the flare burned out again and I’d have to get up and replace it. It couldn’t be more than twenty degrees in the bus. The cold was absolutely glacial. Breath billowed out whitely with each exhalation, almost looking crystalline. My teeth refused to stop chattering. Agnes was shaking like a tree in an earthquake.

“Maybe we should put our heads under the blanket,” she suggested.

“What a great idea,” I agreed, shouldering the blankets up and over my ears. Though we had to hunker over almost double, the blankets were just large enough to enshroud us like a cocoon. Right away I could feel a difference in my cheeks and nose, which embarrassingly, wouldn’t stop dripping. I sniffed loudly.

“God, I hope we don’t get frostbite.”

Agnes shook her head. “We should be okay as long as we have these blankets around us. The warmth of our breathing should bring the temperature up. I already feel warmer, don’t you?”

I hadn’t noticed any lessening of my shaking. It was like every muscle in my body had a needle stuck in it with an electric wire attached. I imagined this was what being electrocuted felt like. I found her hands again and gripped them tightly. “If we get out of this,” I said. “From now on, you and I are eating lunch together every day.”

She coughed out a laugh. “That’ll go over big with your friends.”

“Fuck my friends. They’re not trapped here with me on this bus. They’re home, safe and sound with their iPods and cell phones and boyfriends. Totally oblivious.” I turned to look at her in the darkness. “I’d like you to send me every one those emails, Agnes. I want to read all of them. I don’t know if I’ll reply to any of them — there were so many — but I’d like to know what you wrote.”

Agnes groaned.

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“You have no idea what I wrote in some of those emails, Ellen.” She hesitated saying my name, and I realized it was a first for her. “I really poured out my heart. Even if we were best friends forever,” she said anxiously, “there is no way I would have sent more than one in five of those emails. Mostly, they were my electronic diary.”

“So?” I objected. “I’d let you read my diary.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Diaries are private. Too private.”

I was quiet a moment. I wondered if I could even imagine the things she had written, or whether I wanted to. Maybe I was better off not knowing. On the other hand, I had never done anything worthwhile enough to start my own diary. An indicator of my shallowness?

“Can I tell you something?” I said.

“What?”

“I’ve never had a real girlfriend before. Someone I could share secrets with. Most of the people I hang around with are more interested in their nails or the skirt they bought last weekend or their hairdos than they are in listening to a friend’s problems… or even in being friends. The people I hang around with — including myself — are more plastic than Barbie.” I snorted. “Barbie is Mother Teresa compared to some of us.”

It was Agnes’s turn to be silent. I felt her obvious embarrassment, her uncertainty of how to respond to a confession like that. “Forget I asked. It’s not important,” I told her.

She was quiet a moment longer, and then asked in a hesitant voice: “Would you want to see the latest ones, or see them in order?”

I grinned in the darkness. “From the beginning, please. I’d like to see how your infatuation with me has progressed over the last five months.” I giggled, to make sure she knew I was joking. I heard her giggle back.

“Okay. That sounds cool.” I could hear the continued embarrassment in her voice, the uncertainty, but also a tinge of hope.

Responding to a command disguised as an impulse, I leaned sideways and attempted to find her mouth. When the reality of what I was doing hit her, I heard a gasp. She jerked away, but then, very slowly, leaned back toward me again. Made clumsy by the darkness, our mouths finally found each other. As soon as they touched, I closed my eyes and held my breath. Her lips were so soft, their touch so timid. My shoulders reacted to a shiver. I drew her closer while I bent my head farther sideways and increased the pressure on her lips. I knew with certainty that she had never been kissed before, not like this, not by someone attracted to her. My heart pounded. I felt incredibly squirmy, as though my body might at any moment wrest control from my mind and attack the object of its desire. As many boys as I’d kissed, not one had lit a match to my insides like Agnes was doing. It felt like a flare had erupted.

“Oops,” I said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. My lips screamed at me in protest. “I forgot about the flare. I need to check it.”

I could feel Agnes’ rapid breath on my cheek; practically hear her heart beat in her chest. She had begun to shake again, but in a different manner than she had previously. The way I was now shaking,

“Thank you,” she whispered, and not about the flare.

I kissed her quickly and pulled the blanket down so that I could check outside. Sure enough, the flare had gone out. I was startled how frigid the air had become outside our little cocoon. Digging in my pocket, I extracted the third and final flare from the open package, shrugged out of the blanket, stumbled to me feet and dropped down into the well. Agnes grabbed the lever through the folds of blanket and worked the doors open even as I freed the plastic cap and struck it across the chemical button. It took two tries. This time, instead of pitching the flare out into the snow, I held it above my head and scanned the nightmarish landscape. Despite Mr. Sanford’s assurances otherwise, it looked like the backside of the moon.

“Mr. Sanford!”

Listening, I heard nothing but the shriek of wind and the hissing, popping flare. The wind had not diminished since the last time I’d looked outside but, though I wasn’t positive, it appeared that most of the snow in the air was being torn from the tops of snowdrifts and from the bare braches of trees. I gauged the visibility at twenty yards, roughly twice what it had been before. Encouraged, I yelled again, waved the flare back and forth over my head and, after listening carefully and squinting against the wind, pitched it forward into the crater. I was surprised when Agnes joined me in the well.

“Do you see him?” she asked.

“No,” I had to admit, dully. “The snow is letting up, though.”

“I can see that. How deep do you think it is?”

I liked having her standing there with me; the cramped floor space meant we had to be in contact. To my surprise — and pleasure — she wrapped the blanket around me and held it closed with her arms around my lower rib cage. Even through the thickness of her parka and mine, I could feel the pressure of her small breasts against my back. That, and a smile I couldn’t restrain, made my face redden.

“Three feet, maybe,” I mumbled. Reaching up, I located her hands in the folds of blanket and gripped them. I drew her to me; she nuzzled her cheek next to mine, her chin over my shoulder and I shuddered, and not from the cold. I shivered twice as hard when a moment later she kissed my neck just below the jaw line, to which I responded automatically by squirming and trying to squeeze her out, giggling. My face grew fiery hot.

“Stop that!” I protested.

“You can’t be afraid someone will see,” she said teasingly.

“I’m not! I’m ticklish!” I giggled when she kissed me again, then spun about inside her arms and wrapped my arms around her waist. I looked directly into her chocolate-brown eyes. It hadn’t occurred to me before that we were the same height. She leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed her back.

“Mr. Sanford would die if he came back to this,” she said, mischievously.

“More like, he’d die to see this,” I argued. “Men get off on girls kissing girls.”

“More like, you giving a blow-job to your boyfriend would get him off.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. And I’ve never given him a blow-job.”

Despite the levity, my face reddened again. Purposefully or not, Agnes knew how to make me squirm. It seriously made me squirm wondering where this was going, and just where it would end up. As much as I’d like to believe myself a courageous person, I couldn’t see us walking down the school corridors, hand in hand, smiling contentedly. She read my thoughts — or my expression.

“Were you serious about being friends? I don’t expect you to suddenly declare yourself to the world as being in love with me.” My face blistered again. “I’ll be happy just to be talked to,” she went on, smiling shyly, “maybe invited to your table once in a while for lunch. I don’t expect you to humiliate yourself. I’ve seen too many movies to expect everything just to fall in place. Considering that you want things to fall in place.”

Despite my embarrassment, I maintained a connection between brain and tongue. “I wouldn’t be standing here with my arms around your waist unless I was genuinely attracted to you, Agnes. It took something like this tonight to make me step back and take a hard look at myself. I’ve never been happy with guys. I’ve known that for a long time, but never allowed myself to see past the disgruntlement to figure out where it was coming from. I’m not even sure that’s a word, but I can’t think of one better to describe how I’ve been the last four years. Ever since I grew boobs. Ever since guys started pestering me. You know how girls talk about nothing but guys and sex?” I grinned at her dour expression. “Well, I’ve never been into guys like all of my girlfriends are. My enthusiasm was just a little bit made up. I just wouldn’t let myself admit what I really was interested in.”

I bit my lip. Had I just told a lie? The truth was, I seemed no more attracted to girls than I was to guys. If I was being honest with myself, could I remember a single instance of looking at a girl and being sexually attracted to her? I didn’t think so. Except for Agnes.

“Maybe…” I said haltingly. “Maybe what I am is not really a lesbian, but someone who responds to only one certain person. That person could be a guy, or someone of my own sex. It wouldn’t really matter, as long as the response is genuine. The truth is, I’ve never responded to anyone until now. I think maybe you’re my person, Agnes. You may be my soul mate. Does it feel that way to you?”

I didn’t know what her response would be, but it couldn’t have been better than Agnes closing her eyes, leaning in and kissing me like I was a princess. The air evacuated my lungs without me breathing, my knees turned to Jell-O and everything inside me melted, like chocolate. It honestly felt as though Agnes was holding me up. I was beyond pliable.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned weakly. Agnes ran her hand up my back and cupped the back of my neck. I moaned again. I was trembling, trembling pitifully. On their own authority, my hands moved up her sides and located and took possession of her firm, small breasts. Now Agnes began to moan. The flare had once again ignited in my gut and I swear I had the horrible, maddening desire to be naked inside that blanket with her, for her to be naked.

I fought my hands to keep them on the outside of her coat, rather than unzipping it as they wanted to do. Never before in my life had I wanted hands touching my bare breasts like I did now. When our mouths opened and allowed the melding of our tongues, it was the most wonderful moment I had ever experienced. I stopped breathing and I swear my heart stopped beating. How long we remained with own mouths joined and our tongues dancing, I don’t know. The passage of time had no meaning. When finally we did break, we both stood panting, foreheads together, our breathing ragged and irregular. It was a long time before I opened my eyes.

“Don’t you ever kiss anybody else like that,” I rasped out. “Don’t you ever.”

She laughed weakly. “I don’t know how to kiss. At least, I didn’t know I did. I’ve only kissed one boy before, and that was like two years ago; a kiss so he wouldn’t have to embarrass me by shaking my hand. I didn’t know anything could be like that,” she said, laughing. “I think I had an orgasm.”

I laughed, she joined me and we didn’t stop laughing for a full minute. I glanced briefly over my shoulder, both to check the flare, and to make sure we didn’t have an unexpected audience. The truth was, I was so wet between my legs that I might as well have had an orgasm. It was embarrassing. I’d be supremely embarrassed to have her know she’d done that to me. Not ever having experienced an orgasm before, I couldn’t wait to experience one with her. I told her so.

Blinking, she turned red. “Obviously, I never have,” she muttered.

“Not even by yourself?” I wanted to know.

Intimidated, she shook her head.

“Well, I haven’t either. Obviously, I’ve been saving that for you.”

Now she really did turn red.

The flare burned out during our next kiss. Reluctantly, I surrendered her breasts (she had yet to touch mine, unfortunately), dug in my pocket for the unopened package of flares, and struggled ineffectually to get it open. Finally, knowing I had no choice, I turned around (grumpily), freed my hands of the blankets and wrestled the package open. I did so at the expense of two of my nails.

“Motherfucker,” I mumbled irritably. Then I gasped and jumped a little bit as Agnes released the blankets, put her hands over my breasts, and cupped them through my coat. My face turned red with the unexpected pleasure of it. I was amazed how natural her hands felt on my breasts. “I like that,” I said gratefully.

She whispered in my ear: “I liked it when you held mine. Sorry to cheat you. I definitely got the better part of this exchange.”

“Stop it,” I said, going beet red once again. After the scalding it taken in the last few hours, I was surprised I had any face left to burn.

With Agnes meticulously acquainting herself with my chest, I removed a flare from the pack, returned the others to my pocket, broke loose the plastic top without bothering to peel the red banding first and struck the button. I had to make myself search the snowscape for any sign of Mr. Sanford, call his name twice into the emptiness, and listen for any response over the persistent wind. I was really becoming upset, as was Agnes.

Where the hell was he? Why hadn’t he come back? Should we go out looking for him? I voiced this last question to Agnes, who bit her lip.

“Do you think we should?”

“I think, we’d end up just like he did,” I admitted, sorrowfully. I was back to blocking visions of him lost in the snow. I didn’t know how anyone could last five minutes out there, much less forty-four minutes. I was beginning to loose whatever hope I’d had. Depressed, I pitched the flare into the ever-widening crater.

*****

Back in our little cocoon, we passed the time kissing and making romantic small talk. I told her about my miserable love life, she told me about her non-existent one. We played with our inside set of hands; the outside set were instructed not to release the overlapped blankets under penalty of death. Inside our little cocoon, it became warm enough so that we both stopped shaking. In an unguarded moment, I made a chancy admission.

“I’d like to lose my virginity to you, Agnes.”

I felt her stiffen, her breath stopping momentarily. “Really?” she whispered.

“If we were in bed, I’d be all over you. I’d give you a great big hickey right here.” Awkwardly unzipping her coat six inches with my left hand, I touched the side of her neck, right between her jaw line and shoulder. On impulse, I leaned in close and attached my mouth to the very spot. I waited for her reaction.

“My mom would kill me.”

“Maybe, but I bet she’d celebrate too,” I said laughing. I felt the tempo of her breathing quicken, grow deeper, her heartbeat accelerate. Consciously or not, her head tiled away from me, invitingly and I reattached my mouth to her neck. I sucked lightly, letting my teeth touch her skin.

“I want you to do it,” she said raggedly. “But I also know that tomorrow everybody in school is going to be talking about Bus 9899 and how Agnes Ahlberg and Ellen Olson were the only two students on it when it crashed. Everyone, you boyfriend included, will know where this came from. They won’t think that Mr. Sanford gave it to me.”

Fuck, I thought irritably. “Then I’ll just have to put it somewhere no one will see it.”

Releasing the blankets, I found the tab of her zipper and pulled it halfway down her chest. She gasped, and then gasped again when my fingers sought out the upper two buttons on her blouse and released them. Pushing aside the collar, baring her shoulder, I placed my mouth alongside her bra strap and began to suck, sinking in my teeth and drawing her flesh into my mouth. She groaned, and then groaned louder as my right hand stole inside her parka, freed another button on her shirt and slid inside. Her breast was even smaller than I’d thought; unable to cup it, I simply laid my hand over it and enjoyed the warm firmness of her flesh.

Releasing her grip on the blankets, Agnes placed both hands on my waist; the unsecured blankets fell away, exposing our heads. Without releasing her shoulder, I twisted to look momentarily out the door and then returned full attention to her hickey and breast. My own right breast, found through the thickness of my coat, filled her hand. A moment later, her hand slid up beneath the waist of my coat, under my sweater and up to my bra-covered breast. I protested when the hand didn’t stop there but released the front catch on my bra and released me.

“No!” I complained, releasing her skin. In the reflected glare of the burning flare I could make out an oval bruise, darkening nicely. I fought to get my hand under her bra but was an instant behind her own hand. She laughed as she claimed first prize.

“Bitch! I was first.”

“You were slow,” she taunted.

“I was preoccupied,” I corrected. She had my nipple between her fingertips and was rotating it gently back and forth. It obediently hardened for her. I curled my fingers and found her own little fingertip. It was nice and hard, and surprisingly big. I could tell from sense of feel that her areole was small, the size of a quarter, maybe, and delightfully rough. I tweaked her nipple playfully; she tweaked mine. We both said “Ouch” together and laughed. To my chagrin, she reached up her back and popped the catch on her bra. It loosened over my hand and I fondled her nipple with complete freedom.

“If someone were to see us now, I’d be very embarrassed,” she said.

“Me too,” I agreed. Ignoring the cold, I unzipped her coat and pushed the left side over her shoulder. As she protested weakly, I finished unbuttoning her shirt, and opened it also, forcing it over her left shoulder. I raised her bra, exposing her breast to both the cold, and my hungry gaze. The blankets had settled around our waists, leaving us completely exposed to view.

“You’re not going to take off my shirt,” she said with some alarm.

“You’re right. I’m not going to.” Placing my left hand in the middle of her back, and my other against her left shoulder, I pushed and pulled at the same time, forcing forward the left side of her chest. Grinning, bending over, I placed my lips around her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She groaned pleasingly. If I were a boy, I’d have a raging hard-on. Instead, I had flutters in my belly and a sopping wetness between my legs. Again, I felt the dread of acute embarrassment. Never had I been so wet. Never had I known such wetness was possible. I was a wetness factory. I desperately hoped that Agnes suffered the same problem.

Releasing her nipple, I kissed it gently on the tip and ran my tongue around the border of her areole. It was very dark, the exact size of a quarter, and perfectly round. Tiny bumps gave it a moonscape look. Between the cold and my attention, it had shriveled and hardened in a way I knew must ache terribly. I knew that because my own nipples ached terribly. Leaning back, I observed my handiwork.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how aroused I am,” she whispered huskily. Forcing her shirt back over both shoulders, while at the same time lifting her bra out of the way with my thumbs, I completely bared her petite breasts to any eyes capable of observing them. She was tiny, smaller even than my twelve-year old sister. Why that should excite me was a puzzle. I guessed it was one reason for her inferiority complex. I’d feel inferior with breasts that small, too. But maybe it wasn’t the size that mattered; maybe it was because they were mine, never having been seen before nor touched. My property, as mine were unquestionably hers.

“You’re embarrassing me,” she said, reddening as I ogled. “Imagine if Mr. Sanford walked up to the door right now.”

I continued admiring her breasts. “I’m sure he wouldn’t complain.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t congratulate me, either,” she said, wryly. “The flare just went out.”

“Fuck,” I sighed in the sudden darkness. I looked over my shoulder, back at her breasts, over my shoulder again and then far off into the darkness where an hour before, Mr. Sanford had disappeared. I had two flares left. I needed to light one. Mr. Sanford might even now be trudging the final twenty yards to the bus, blinded by my inactivity.

Releasing her shirt and bra, I grabbed the blankets and pulled them up around her shoulders. “Get the door?” I asked.

“Sure.” Rising, she shuffled to the lever and grabbed it through the protection of the blankets. My teeth were chattering, and the air stealing through the V of my unzipped jacket had gooseflesh erupted all across my chest and my nipples hard as diamonds. I wouldn’t doubt they’d cut glass. I didn’t want to try. Reaching inside my shirt, I closed the clasp on my bra and zipped my coat all the way up to my chin. Once warm in our little cocoon again, Agnes could free me and do as she pleased. The thought excited me terribly.

Igniting the flare, I held it high and waved it back and forth, yelling for Mr. Sanford at the top of my lungs. Agnes joined in, and I felt sure that if Mr. Sanford were somewhere out there stumbling around, we’d surely catch his attention. A futile five minutes later, I pitched the flare across the snow and backed up the steps into the bus. Agnes closed the doors again. We spent another silent minute watching without hope. We both knew the score. Mr. Sanford had either frozen to death, gotten hopelessly lost, or was unable to find his way back through the raging storm. Both the wind and snowfall had wound up to their prior intensity and reinstituted the white-out. Unable to stand it anymore, I guided Agnes toward the bench and we sat down.

“We’re alone, aren’t we?” she asked.

“Until they find us,” I said morosely.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. Putting my arms around her shoulders beneath the blanket, I drew her to me; she laid her head on my shoulder and whimpered softly.

“I don’t want to die, Ellen.”

“We’re not going to die, Agnes. Once we wrap ourselves up in the blanket, we’ll be fine. Remember: it can’t get any colder inside the bus than it is outside. When we cocoon ourselves, we might as well be camped around a toasty campfire. Believe me,” I said, laughing. “If there were marshmallows here, we could roast them over each other’s red-hot coals.”

Giggling, she nodded enthusiastically. “What you did to me a little while ago? I thought I’d spontaneously combust, I swear I did. My heart was pounding like a heavy metal drum set. This is my first time doing anything. No one has ever even seen my breasts, not even my mom. Well, except at school, that is,” she said, her humor failing. “God, I hate gym.”

Steering the conversation away from this uncomfortable subject, I said: “You know, my brother has pictures of me in the nude.”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

I nodded dejectedly. “Little prick. I took pictures of myself one afternoon after school, last October. We all did. My group at school. Really stupid, I know, but…” I shrugged. “You know how girls are.”

She smiled, dryly.

“Anyway, the agreement was that we’d email them to everyone in the group, to prove that we did it, password protected, you know, so that no one but us would get to see them. We all promised never to show them to anyone else, under penalty of death. Worse actually; anyone who broke the rules and let someone not in the group see them…” I drew my finger across my throat. “The rest of us would strip her naked in the Whole Foods Supermarket in town and make her run up and down the isles naked.” I giggled. “I’ve done that before you know: in my bra and panties.”

She looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Another girl thing,” I said. “You better get used to it if you plan to hang with me. We do some pretty stupid things.” I grinned, devilishly. “Some pretty exciting things too. I could see you Isle Running. You’d be a natural, Ag.”

She guffawed, her face reddening. “And why would I ever want to do that?”

“Because I do?”

She looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure your friends are ready for me to go ruining their fun, Ellen. I’d look ridiculous, running up and down an isle in my underwear. Any guy who saw me would fall down on his butt, laughing his head off. I’m not exactly a Victoria’s Secret model.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” I chided. “You’re a lot better looking than you think you are. And sexier, too. You know Dana?” I asked, referring to Dana Hillborne, the latest addition to our group.

Agnes nodded carefully.

“She was a lot like you, until last spring when Tricia and Bodie invited her to a party. Shy, unsure of herself, doubtful. Now she’s as stupid and reckless as the rest of us. And accepted,” I added significantly. “Once someone invites you into the gang, you become one of us.” I waited out her hesitation. “If that makes you uncomfortable, I’m fine with a gang of two. You and me. I don’t need stupid and reckless to make me happy.”

She blinked, tears brimming her eyes. “You’d do that for me? Really?”

My own eyes teared. “I’d do just about anything for you. Believe me.”

Embarrassed, she looked away, trying unsuccessfully to fight her grin. To keep from embarrassing herself further, she said: “Tell me about your brother. How’d he find your pictures? Did he find all of them? Or just yours?”

I winced. “I kept all the other photos in their protected files, but hid mine in my user folder, in a folder labeled — are you ready for this? Naked Pictures of Myself!” I laughed caustically. “Can you imagine my brother’s face? Can you imagine anyone being that stupid?” I laughed again, and now she joined me. “I was so humiliated a month later when I snuck into his room and signed onto his laptop and found a picture of myself posing topless. He had set it as his goddamn desktop! I about died. I actually shrieked, the moron that I am, and thank God there was no one else in the house. Thank God, he wasn’t in the house! Can you imagine him catching me?

“Anyway, they were all there, in a folder on his desktop called Ellen Nude. He wanted me to find them, of course. He purposely disabled the sign-on screen so that I could get right to the desktop without any problem. He knows what a snoop I am. He skunked me, and he knows it.”

Trying to hide her mortification, Agnes said: “How do you feel about it, knowing he’s seen you nude? Doesn’t it bother you?”

“It does,” I admitted. “And it doesn’t.”

She looked at me, mystified.

“You don’t have any brothers,” I guessed. “If you did, you’d know.” Changing the subject again, I asked: “Have you ever snapped yourself nude?”

Her eyes widened in horror. “No way! Are you kidding me?”

I shook my head. “The first time I get you alone, I’m making you do a striptease. Right down to your birthday suit, little girl. Not just that,” I went on, ignoring her look of panic, “But I’ll dress you first in this really sexy, slutty schoolgirl outfit: white shirt, black mini skirt, black thigh-highs, really sexy bra and panties. Do you even own a pair of thigh-highs? A thong? How can you not own a thong? I have a drawer full of them. Well, I used to,” I said, shrugging. “They’re out of fashion now.”

Without looking first, I arose and undid my belt, lowered my zipper and ran my jeans down to mid-thigh. Although her eyes bugged out, and she blinked disbelievingly, she didn’t try to make me stop. I looked down at my beige panties and said: “I mostly wear hip-huggers now. Or boy-shorts. Boy-shorts are so cool.” I unzipped my parka and pulled up my sweater, revealing the matching bra I wore underneath. Her eyes grew bigger and her mouth formed a perfect O. I just had to laugh at her. “What are you wearing?”

She shook her head empathically.

“I showed you mine,” I objected. Slowly, I wiggled back into my jeans and pulled up the zipper. To my surprise, my sweater had remained pushed up over my bra, and I purposely thrust out my chest before pulling it back down and smoothing it over my tummy. My heart was going a million miles an hour. I wanted so badly for Agnes to get up and mimic me. I was ready to beg.

Gulping loudly, still continuing to shake her head back and forth in denial, even as she got awkwardly to her feet, Agnes let the blankets slide off her shoulders to the seat cushions. Then, hesitantly she touched the buttons of her shirt. At some point over the past fifteen minutes, she had also refastened her bra, closed the buttons on her shirt and tucked in her tails. I could see her breathing with difficulty. I could see the thud of her heartbeat in a vein in her neck. I smiled, remembering the tattoo I’d left right beside her bra strap. Her eyes followed mine.

“You better hope no one sees that,” she grumbled. “You went a little overboard, didn’t you? It looks like a black hole. It’s threatening to devour my entire shoulder.”

I laughed. “I’d be a lot more worried about the next one I intend to give you, Ag. That one will be a lot more visible than the one on your shoulder…and a whole lot more compromising,” I added, laughing wickedly.

I moved toward her, two very deliberate steps, raising my hands. She retreated, running up against the seat cushion. “Ellen,” she warned, her voice cracking into the falsetto range. “Don’t you dare!” She squat down to retrieve the blankets and wrapped them around herself protectively. “I’m warning you! Stay away from me!”

Grinning, I slowly drew the two sides of the blankets aside, and stepped into her personal space.

Continue on to Part Three

By hornykate

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2012 }

My fascination with my daughter Jenny’s panties started two years ago. She was eight, and in those days I’d regularly get a pair of her panties from the wash basket and take them to bed, and there I’d smell, lick and suck on the gusset until I quietly but intensely orgasmed. Sometimes after I came, I’d inch them into my cunt and fall asleep with them partially inside me. Once I actually worked them into my anus (but only once!).

I think I may have been developing an obsession (!), and for two years I’d been thinking of how to move things on without putting the fear of God into her. After all, she’s my daughter and I love her with all my heart. But, maybe irrationally, I didn’t want Jenny to learn about sex at the hands of some young spotty adolescent who wouldn’t appreciate my little girl as he manhandled her secret parts.

And then one night, something happened.

I’d gone to bed  with a pair of Jenny’s panties, as normal. I’d chosen a particularly cute pair, always turned me on more.

I’d hardly started with my routine when the door slowly opened and in came little Jenny. There was no reason for her to come to me. It’d happened before in times of stress; thunderstorms, bad dreams, the usual. But tonight? All was calm, as was she. And there she was, in my bed, in her little makeshift pyjama set — a sky blue T-shirt with matching loose-fitting shorts.

I asked if she was okay, and she whispered “yes,” then after awhile she was asleep.

I felt I was in new territory. I was in new territory. I couldn’t very well start masturbating with Jenny’s panties while she was so close to me… but I was feeling so horny.

I spoke to her again, no response. I put my hand on her leg and gently shook it, no response.

I kept my hand on her leg, just above the knee. She had quite thin legs, typically gangly, on the verge of filling out and becoming womanly. I stroked her leg in a motherly fashion (I told myself) but my touches were increasing in proportion to my heart rate.

Her legs were already slightly parted, but then they eased open slightly more. Was she asleep? This was so risky.

I softly whispered her name again. Nothing.

I was now stroking the inside of her left thigh, the one nearest to me, slowly moving my hand higher, to what end I hadn’t figured out. Where was I going? What was I doing? Then the magical moment when my fingers slipped beneath her shorts and I felt the wisps of soft pubic hair. When did I last see her naked? Why was I surprised that she had pubes? It was like stroking a peach.

By this point I’d eased her left leg over my right. I felt like I was falling down a ravine as my fingers gently touched her virgin cunt. And there was my second surprise. She was wet. She felt wet and open. I softly, gently continued my caressing, amazed at my own temerity, at my willingness to seduce my own daughter.

“Mummy?”

I froze. I stopped. Stock still. Like a statue. The only part of me that continued moving was my thumping heart.

“That feels nice, Mummy.”

I didn’t feel any sense of relief at her words. I think I was still in shock.

“Don’t stop, Mummy, please.”

Had she been awake all this time? It didn’t really matter, she was clearly awake now.

“Baby,” I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

But I still hadn’t moved my hand. And then I felt Jenny’s hand on mine.

“Don’t stop,” she said again.

So I carried on stroking her wet little cunt. Her arms came above the bedclothes and pushed them down, until we were completely uncovered. I’d moved my hand so I was inside her shorts from the top, this felt more comfortable. I was cupping her little sex while my middle finger was caressing her clit. Her breathing deepened, as did mine.

I had to talk, we couldn’t continue this in silence. I had a feeling that if we carried on in silence, then went to sleep in silence, we’d wake up in silence.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked.

“Yes, it feels wonderful,” Jenny said.

“Don’t worry, Mummy,” she continued, as if she was reading my mind. “this is our secret.”

My finger was now inside her cunt. Her whole sex was so wet, I almost couldn’t believe it.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered, “I want to lick you, would you like that?” She just nodded.

“Tell me.” I said. “Tell me you want me to taste you.”

“I want you to taste me, Mummy, I want you to lick me.”

She was lying on her back, I eased her T-shirt up to reveal her little tits. They were small but evident but as she lay back, they were as flat as a two year old’s. I licked her nipples, and kissed down her stomach.

“I want you so much,” I told her as I moved even lower down her body. “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“Surer than anything,” she said and I metaphorically leaped into the ravine as I put my head between her legs.

I kissed her on her inner thighs, tracing the hard sinews that joined her thighs to her pelvis, and I was shaking as I took the first taste of my beautiful daughter. She spread her legs as wide as she could and a whole world of possibilities opened up before us.

*****

We woke in the morning, not to silence but to smiles and a hug. I’d gone down on my ten year old daughter and made her come twice. The thought made me wet.

I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her little body and we held each other. Her pyjamas had disappeared in the night, and we lay naked in each other’s arms.

I eventually went for a shower, and then downstairs to make breakfast. There were still chores to do. She was off to school, though I’d decided to skip work. I would’ve been useless anyway.

It was when she came into the kitchen that the reality of what we’d done really hit home, for she was in her school uniform and she looked, once again, like my ten year old daughter. Just a little girl.

She seemed fine, but I was fast becoming a mess. I held it together til she’d gone (a friend’s mother came to pick her up) but once I was alone, I cried. It wasn’t a cry of despair, or sorrow, or even happinness. I don’t know why I cried, I just did. It was as though I’d hit my mental funny bone, and I didn’t know whether to laugh OR cry.

I got through the day, but as the time went on I became increasingly anxious. Would Jenny be okay when she got home? Would she be thinking about me? About our night together?

Eventually the door opened and closed. Jenny walked into the living room where I sat, tense as a carriage spring. And she came and knelt in front of me. We looked at each other, just gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Is everything okay, baby?” I asked, in what sounded like a hoarse whisper.

“Everything’s wonderful Mummy.” A slight pause. “Isn’t it?”

Then I did what I should’ve done last night, but surprisingly didn’t. I kissed her. Imagine a hot summer’s day when the heat makes everything seem silent and still, and you see a butterfly alight on a flower. That’s how delicate our first kiss was.

“My heart’s beating so fast,” I whispered between kisses.

“So’s mine,” she whispered back.

So I put my hand on her little chest and felt her heart through her school blouse, then kissed her more deeply. I opened my mouth and she did the same and then we were kissing like lovers. Our tongues touched, nervously, like debutantes at the first dance. I’d stopped feeling her heart now, but was instead stroking her breasts, her small, beautifully formed breasts. I could feel the fabric of the training bra we’d only recently bought. My mouth left hers and I began kissing her cheek, her neck, then I was kissing and licking her ear and she was literally panting. I whispered her name in her ear. I kept saying it.

“Oh Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I want you so much, baby. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

“How long, Mummy?” All this was in soft tones.

“Dont hate me for this baby, but since you were eight, I’ve wanted you.”

“Oh, Mummy. I want you, too.” While we’d been kissing, Jenny’s hands had been resting on my knees, and she now slowly began easing my skirt up my legs. Then I felt her right hand stroking my thigh, higher and higher, til she was caressing my inner thigh.

“Touch me.” I whispered, and she did. Her fingers began stroking my cunt through my panties, which were soaked.

“You’re wet, Mummy.”

“It’s how you make me feel, baby.”

She moved her head to whisper into my ear, “I’m wet too, Mummy. And that’s how you make me feel.”

We kissed again, both of us moaning and whimpering into each other’s mouths. I slid my hand beneath her short pleated skirt and, with little ceremony, into her little panties. And she was wet. I slid a finger inside her and I could feel on my hand that the insides of Jenny’s thighs were slippery with her juices.

She had by now worked her way around the front of my knickers and had a finger in my cunt, sliding it in and out.

“Taste me.” I said, “put your finger in your mouth and taste me.”

And she did. Then she did it again, and again.

“I like how you taste, Mummy,” she said.

We kissed again, tongues meeting. I wanted to drink her saliva, I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted to drink her piss, I wanted everything. I wanted to devour her, completely, I felt so boundlessly in love with her.

That afternoon on the sofa in the living room, we did taste each other. I went down on her, and, at her insistence, she went down on me. It’s a sin, I know. It’s wrong, I know. But looking down at my ten year old daughter, head between my open legs, as she licked my cunt, it wasn’t a sin. It wasn’t wrong. It was the most right thing in the world. I didn’t want to dominate her life, I didn’t want to abuse her. I wanted to teach her. I wanted to love her. I wanted us to love each other. And we do. We feel complete.

And I still take her panties to bed.

The End