Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Ebo

Frustrated.

That was the one word that summed up Dana’s frame of mind as she sat on her bed with her back against her headboard. At the moment, she was mostly frustrated by the blinking cursor on the blank word document she had opened on Penny’s old laptop, but there was more to her frustration than that. She didn’t want to think about the other reason she felt stymied because it was the main reason she hasn’t even been able to produce a single sentence for her new story. Her mind kept wanting to wander and she couldn’t focus on thinking up a plotline.

She stared at the blank page a moment longer, then sighed and closed it out. She wasn’t going to get any writing down tonight.

She opened her email, saw the unread message from Penny. The mouse pointer hovered over the message for a second, then she changed her mind. Closing out her email without reading the message, she shoved her computer under her bed.

In the dark, she stared at the wall across from her and could just make out the shape of her TV. She thought about turning it on, finding something to distract her, but she doubted anything worth watching was on this time of night. Still, any distraction from her thoughts would be a good thing. She didn’t reach for the remote.

With nothing better to do, she let her mind turn to her father, the real source of her frustration. He had come back from his trip with some incredible news. The account he had been slaving over had finally closed, and he had received a huge bonus. Like six figures worth of bonus. He had taken them out to dinner to apologize for all the time he had been spending at the office and for neglecting his family. He promised to make it up to them.

Dana had been elated at the time, thought she had her father back. He had started spending time with her, again. Well, as much as a thirteen-year-old girl wanted to spend with her father. At least he wasn’t dialing it in anymore.

It wasn’t until he started coming home on time every day and spending his evenings with her and Penny that she began to see the downside of his closing the account. He was always around, so she couldn’t get any alone time with her stepmother. Which meant she wasn’t getting any.

For the first thirteen years of her life, she hadn’t realized what she had been missing, but after that magical three days with Penny, she longed to be back in the woman’s arms, to feel Penny’s body moving against hers. Craved it.

Worse, he had shown up with flowers a few times and taken Penny out to dinner. Dana never thought she’d be jealous of her father, but seeing Penny all dressed up and on his arm made her green enough to put a pine tree to shame.

She kind of felt bad about it, but she almost wished her father would go back to neglecting them. It was weird, but she was annoyed that he was being a good husband and father. Mostly because she was horny all the time now, and had no outlet for her pent up frustration. She really didn’t want him to go back to spending all his time at the office, just wanted a chance every now and then to lie down with Penny.

Making matters worse, Penny was always around. Just right there, but she might as well be miles away. The more time passed, the more beautiful her stepmother became. It was torture, seeing her look so good. Her legs seemed longer, more shapely; her backside rounder and tighter; her breasts fuller. Dana caught herself staring at the woman more than once, and it was only pure dumb luck her father hadn’t caught her yet.

Sighing, Dana shook her head. She was a horny, sexually frustrated mess. Worse, it was almost two in the morning and she had school tomorrow. She needed to get to sleep, but was wide awake.

Dana moved lower on the bed, put her head on the pillow and pulled the covers over her. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. It had been a long day and she hadn’t slept well the last couple of days, yet she couldn’t fall asleep. She tossed and turned and couldn’t get comfortable.

Sighing, she gave up. Fishing the laptop from under the bed, she opened it, wincing as the sudden glare stung her eyes. After she adjusted, Dana opened Penny’s email:

Hey Kiddo,

I know we haven’t had much time together since your father came back from his trip. I feel your eyes on me sometimes and miss that weekend we had. Sometimes I think about sneaking out when your father falls asleep to be with you, but he’s such a light sleeper. I doubt either one of us could keep quiet enough. At least, I know I couldn’t. I get too excited when I’m with you to be quiet.

So, I have to close my eyes and fantasize. I always see you in the little black dress I bought for you, your hair pulled up. You looked so sexy in that dress. My heart always beats a little faster when I think about you wearing those heels, how lovely your legs looked…

Maybe you could send me a picture… Something to refresh my memory? -Love, Penny

Dana had to smile at the request. The smile widened as another thought popped into her head. She might surprise her stepmother with more than just a photo of her in the dress. She wonder what Penny would think if she sent her something a bit more x-rated. A shiver of excitement worked up her spine, just thinking about taking some very revealing photos and sending them to Penny. If only she could be there to see her reaction when she opened them. Grinning, she decided to do it tomorrow, assuming she didn’t chicken out between now and then.

Thinking about what Penny had said in her email about sneaking out to be with her, Dana got the first stirrings of an idea for a story. She had meant to send Penny a reply email, but the idea took hold of her attention and wouldn’t let go. For the first time all night, Dana felt like she could write. Maybe not a story to share with Leslita, like she’d intended to work on, but one just for Penny’s eyes.

She closed out her email account, then opened a Word document. She stared at the blinking cursor that had mocked her earlier, but this time she had no problem finding the words to make it move. She typed:

On padded feet, I crept down the upstairs hallway to the closed door of the master suite. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I put my hand on the knob and twisted. The door opened silently, thanks to the WD40 I used on the hinges earlier, and I let out my pent up breath in a sigh of relief. So far, the plan was right on track, but that had been the easy part. What came next was where the night could go sideways in a hurry. Pausing in the hallway, I took a minute to gather my courage, get my racing heartbeat under some semblance of control.

Peering through the open door, I saw the darkness in the bedroom was ruined by the glowing green numerals on the alarm clock. I could just make out the bed and the other furniture, but not much else. I moved slowly so I didn’t bump into anything. Nothing ruined a stealth mission like this one like barking your foot on something in the middle of the floor or, even worse, bumping into something and sending it crashing to the floor. It seemed to take forever but I finally made it around the bed to my stepmother’s side without raising a cacaphony.

I had been silent as a jungle cat on the prowl, the two people sleeping in the bed in front of me oblivious of my presence. Once again, I thought ‘so far, so good’.

Sinking to my knees, I found my stepmother’s shoulder in the gloom and gently shook it. She started awake and I put my finger to her lips to keep her from speaking. I could see the question in her eyes as they found me in the gloom. I was relieved when she didn’t speak, sensing that I wanted her to stay quiet. I leaned in and kissed her, just a quick brush of my lips against hers.

Whispering in her ear, I said, “Come with me.”

She glanced over her shoulder at my father, who was asleep on his side and snoring lightly, then turned back to me. Smiling, I offered her my hand. She hesitated, took it, then eased out of bed without disturbing her husband.

I couldn’t resist pulling her against me and kissing her deeply. As my hands roamed over her back and down to her buttocks, I realized that she was very naked. I thrilled to the feel of her smooth skin under my fingertips.

Finally breaking the kiss, she whispered in my ear, “What are you doing here? What if your father wakes up?”

“Grab your robe,” I said, smiling at her, “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise,” she parroted. Maybe she saw my smile or her curiosity got the better of her, but she fumbled in the dark for her robe, slipped into it. Tightening the belt around her waist, she turned back to me, gave me an expectant look.

I offered my hand again and she took it. Leading her through the quiet house, I felt my pulse quicken with excitement. This was really happening. When the idea first entered my mind, it had been a nice little fantasy, a distraction. As more time passed, it stopped being just a fantasy and I started working out the logistics of it. When I realized it was actually possible, it became an obsession. Then tonight…

Dana took a second to collect herself before continuing with the story. It was coming to the good part and her hands were already shaking a little. A pleasant heat blossomed between her thighs, thinking about what was about to happen in the story. Grinning, she started typing again:

“Where are we going?” my stepmother asked, her voice still low even though we were passing through the kitchen and well out of earshot of my father.

“You’ll see,” I said, holding back the nervous giggle that wanted to escape. Opening the backdoor, I led her out onto the deck. And there it was, my little surprise.

She laughed and pulled me into her arms when she saw the flickering candles around the deck chair, the bottle of wine with two glasses on a small table next to the lounger. She kissed me then, and I felt a little dizzy with need. It had been so long since I’d tasted her kiss, felt her arms around me.

“Oh, kiddo,” she said, smiling at me, “this is such a bad idea.”

“I know,” I said, sighing, “but I’ve missed you so much. I had to do something.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” she said, letting go of me and padding over to the lounger. The way she moved with such unstudied grace caught my attention. I watched as she stretched out on the chair, motioned for me to join her. How I wanted to go to her then, to be pulled into her arms and see where the night would lead from there.

Instead, I made myself go to the table, pouring us each a glass of wine. Handing one to my stepmother, I stretched out next to her. The first sip of wine set a pleasant warmth in my belly and helped ward off the chilly night air. My stepmother’s body pressing against my flank helped, too.

“A toast,” I said, holding up my glass, “to bad ideas.”

“Too bad ideas,” she said, laughing and clinking her glass to mine. After a sip of wine, she kissed me, deeply. Breaking the kiss, she rolled onto her back and looked up at the starry sky. She had a smile on her face when she turned back to me and said, “The wine… the stars above… the candles… this is kind of romantic.”

“Just trying to set the mood,” I said, grinning at her.

Then her lips were pressed to mine and I let her into my mouth. I could taste the wine on her breath. Her kiss was more intoxicating than the red liquid in my glass. More addicting, too. I couldn’t get enough.

My fingers found the knot in her robe, undoing it. She looked at me with those eyes, those beautiful eyes of hers as the robe fell open. My eyes fell to her lovely body, made even more so by the soft caress of the candlelight on her bare skin. She looked so soft and inviting lying there that I couldn’t keep my hands off her. They wanted to know her the way the flickering candle did.

Her hands were under my t-shirt, her touch setting a fire between my thighs. It only burned hotter as she urged me to raise my hands up so she could remove the shirt completely and toss it aside. Her lips found my straining nipple and teased it until my back arched and I couldn’t hold in the groan that wanted to rip its way from me. She moved to the other nipple, wrenching another groan from me.

She moved lower on the lounger, then her fingers were in the waistband of my panties. I lifted my backside up from the cushion and she slipped them down and off. I shivered, but not from the cold. It was kind of thrilling, being naked outside. The glowing candles in the dark were like a beacon, would draw anyone’s attention if they noticed them. I shivered again at the thought of getting caught.

My stepmother spread my legs wide, moving between them. I bit my lip as she teased my bud with her thumb, then lowered her mouth to my girlhood. The hot, wet flick of her tongue sent pleasure working its way through my body. It felt too good to keep quiet, and another moan slipped from me. It mingled with the serrations of the crickets, then was gone, only to be replaced as another one was teased from me.

Time passing had dulled the memory of how good this felt, but my stepmother’s able tongue brought it all back to me. The weekend we had spent together in my bedroom, all the ‘research’ we had done… I smiled up at the moon at the memory of lying with her that first time. Then the second time, and the third, and the fourth…

We might have overdone it that first time. I was sore on Monday morning, but it was a good kind of sore, made me smile every time it reminded me why I was uncomfortable.

My stepmother was making it difficult to reminisce, her tongue on my bud demanding my attention. My hips were undulating on their own, pushing my girlhood against her mouth. She rolled her eyes up at me and I saw the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It was kind of sexy, knowing she liked what she was doing to me almost as much as I was enjoying it…

Dana had to stop for a second, her hands were trembling so much. The heat between her thighs was almost unbearable, she was so turned on by this story. Shaking it off, she got herself under control enough that she could continue writing.

…my body was writhing on the lounger, driven into a frenzy by my stepmother’s caressing tongue. It had a mind of its own and I couldn’t control it, not anymore. All I could do was hold on for dear life. My knuckles were white as I squeezed the chair arms hard enough to leave indentations in the molded plastic.

Already I felt my body gathering tension unto itself, my stomach tightening and relaxing. My cries were no longer drowned out by the insects. I was getting loud, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. She had me in the throes of ecstasy, ready to topple me over into bliss. Then she did just that, one last cry cut off as my body shook. Then I felt light as a feather on a breeze, my body alive with wonderful sensations. I felt like I was drifting, drifting…

I was brought back as my stepmother’s weight settled beside me. I turned into her, kissed her deeply…

Dana had to stop again. Her hands were shaking so badly that she kept hitting the wrong keys, her feverish thoughts moving faster than she could type. She reread what she’d written, saw a bunch of misspelled words and some missing altogether. Proofreading the scene only made her more aroused.

Her hand slipped from the keyboard and onto the crotch of the panties she wore. She had to laugh at how wet the thin cotton had become. The story had her so excited that she sighed at the gentlest brushing of her fingertips. When she put pressure on her bud, it forced a moan from her parted lips.

Pulling her panties off, she tossed them aside, then that hand slipped between her thighs again. Closing her eyes, she let the story play out in her head. It didn’t end with Penny and Dana kissing, but continued to play out in her private darkness. Her fingers worked feverishly as she saw herself roll Penny onto her back and spread her legs wide so she could lie between them.

The rest of the story seemed to write itself as the fantasy played out in her mind’s eye…

…In the silver light of the moon and the flickering orange light of the candles, her womanhood was a tempting sight, looked as sweet as any peach. I nuzzled the soft folds with my nose, inhaled her musky scent, then left little kisses on those blushing lips. She sighed as my lips found her bud, the flick of my tongue making her hips jerk.

She said my name in a breathy whisper, her fingers in my hair. I loved when she said my name like that, loved the way her hand slipped behind my head to encourage me. Her excitement only stoked my own.

My hands roamed freely as I returned the favor for what she’d done for me. They found her lean body fascinating, couldn’t get enough of her. She was so lovely, perfect. I could feel the flex of her muscles under the skin as her body began to writhe under my attention.

Her fingers tightened in my hair as what I was doing to her had her moaning and sighing. Smiling, I rolled my eyes up at her. Her face was pulled into a rictus of pleasure, her mouth slack. Her eyes were closed as she basked in the lovely sensations I was awakening inside of her…

Dana’s was biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to keep quiet. Her fingers mashed her clit in a frenzy, moving so fast that they were almost a blur. Her hips were bucking wildly, her stomach tightening. With her eyes squeezed tightly closed, she let the fantasy continue to play as she pushed herself closer and closer towards an orgasm…

…I felt her body begin to gather tension, knew she was about to come. I didn’t let up, used my mouth to finish her off. With a sharp cry, she came in my face. Her whole body stiffened, lifted up from the lounger. Then all the tension Penny had built up fled her all at once and she collapsed to the chair, a trembling mess…

Dana gasped as her own body locked up, thighs clenching on her hand. Her orgasm shook her loose and she sat there panting for breath. Brushing her hair from her sweaty forehead, she leaned back against the headboard, sighing contentedly.

Eventually, she looked at the laptop, at the half-finished story. Glancing at her alarm clock, she saw it was already ridiculously late. Shaking her head, she said, “Might as well finish it.”

She hurriedly typed out the vision that had played in her head, put her little fantasy onto paper before it could fade from memory. She came to the part where her own orgasm had derailed her train of thought, then grinned as she thought of the perfect way to end the story:

…I stretched out beside her and I am welcomed into her arms. I laid my head on her shoulder and let my eyes close. I heard her breathing slowly and knew she had fallen asleep. Smiling, I let the darkness come up and take me, too…

Dana had to smile at that ending. She had loved the couple of nights she’d spent with Penny, falling asleep with the woman’s arms wrapped around her. She was a little jealous of the character in her story, wished Penny was here now. She ached to be in her stepmother’s arms again.

She saved her document, then closed out the program. Turning off the laptop, she shoved it under the bed. She got under the covers, pulled them tightly around her. Closing her eyes, she imagined Penny holding her. She was smiling as she drifted off to sleep.

***

Stepping off the bus, Dana saw her father’s car in the driveway and shook her head. She really hoped that he got a new account to slave over soon. Going inside, she found him sitting on the couch. A bunch of papers were spread out in front of him and he was typing away on his laptop. Dana’s heart started beating a little faster when she saw the mess.

Had it finally happened? Had he started a new account?

“Hi, Dad,” she said.

“Hey, sweetie,” he said, looking up and smiling at her.

“New account?” she asked, holding her breath.

“This?” he said, noticing his mess. “No, no. I’m just paying the bills.”

“Oh,” she said, then hoped he didn’t notice the disappointment in her voice. “Have fun with that.”

She left her father to his bills, heading upstairs to change. No sooner did she step through the door, that she noticed something out of place. She wasn’t particularly anal about how she kept her room, but it was so glaringly obvious, she couldn’t have missed it.

One of her pillows had been moved to the center of the bed and she hadn’t left it like that. Frowning, she closed the door and went to it. She lifted it up and saw a gift-wrapped oblong box had been hidden underneath. Picking it up, she read the little note attached:

Merry Christmas from Santa.

She knew it wasn’t from the jolly old elf, but from a sexy stepmother. Dana could guess what was inside by the shape of the box and the fact her stepmother had hidden it, but tore the wrapping off in a hurry, anyway.

Sure enough, it was a vibrator, a green one if the picture on the box was accurate. Green was her favorite color. She opened it and saw that the toy was indeed green.

Stuffing the box back under the pillow, she ran downstairs to find Penny. She found her in the laundry nook, folding towels. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, but still managed to look amazing standing there.

Dana wrapped her arms around the woman from behind, hugged her tightly. She had caught her stepmother off guard, but Penny recovered and said, “I take it you found the gift.”

“Thanks,” Dana said, laughing.

Penny laughed and said, “You’re welcome.”

Her stepmother was warm and soft in her arms, and she didn’t want to let her go. She could smell her shampoo and the floral scent of the fabric softener on her shirt. She sighed, wished she could take Penny’s hand and lead her upstairs.

“I can’t wait to try it out,” Dana said, releasing the woman. She looked over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, then gave her stepmother a deep, lingering kiss. She was grinning when she finally pulled back, said, “Sorry. Had to do that.”

“Wow,” Penny said, looking a little dazed by the kiss. She gave Dana a warm smile, said, “I should buy you gifts more often.”

“Oh, hey,” Dana said, thinking of something, “check your email later. I’m sending you a few things.”

“Oh?” Penny asked, raising her eyebrows questioningly.

“Just don’t open them when Dad’s around,” Dana said, winking. She left with that little bomb dropped, feeling Penny looking after her.

Dana was grinning as she headed back upstairs. She had put herself back in Penny’s head, where she wanted to stay.

Closing the door behind her, she went to her desk, digging through the drawers until she found her digital camera. She turned it on, letting it startup while she stripped out of her school clothes. Naked save for her panties, she figured out how to set the timer on the camera, then set it up facing her closet door. She checked the viewfinder, saw that as long as she was in front of the door, she’d be in the frame.

She giggled excitedly as the panties came off, too. Pushing the button to start the timer, she ran to her spot. She saw the red LED on her camera blinking, scrambled to find a pose. She wanted to kick herself for not thinking of one ahead of time. Not knowing what else to do, she put her hands on her hips, tried to imitate every supermodel she’d ever seen in a magazine. No sooner had she struck the pose did the flash go off. She had been looking right at it and spent a minute blinking at the little blue and green dots dancing in front of her eyes.

Going to the camera, she pulled up the picture she had just taken. It wasn’t bad, definitely showed off her body. Still, she wanted something a little… more. She decided to try a few poses in the mirror before taking another shot.

Stepping in front of the mirror, she twisted her body this way and that, trying to find something that would get Penny excited. She just couldn’t seem to summon the confidence supermodels seemed to exude. Her breasts were just too small, her hips too narrow and her legs a little too skinny. At least those were her thoughts as she tried pose after pose.

Then she stopped and thought about it for a moment. She was being too hard on herself, overthinking it. It was pretty obvious Penny found her attractive in spite of her skinny legs, narrow hips or small breasts. Or maybe because of them. That made her grin, made her feel sexy, desirable.

“She likes me the way I am,” Dana said, still smiling at her reflection.

She went back to the camera, hit the button to start the timer. She moved confidently to her spot in front of the door. Turning her back to the camera, she peeked back over her shoulder at it. She turned her body so one of her breasts would be visible, then put her sexiest smile on her lips. Learning from her first photo, she didn’t look directly at the flash.

When the flash went off, she ran over to check the image. She was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a really good picture. It made her feel sexy, looking at it. Her confidence restored, she set the timer again.

She put an arm across her breasts and a hand between her legs in a pose of false modesty, gave the camera a serious look she hoped would be sexy. She had always liked this pose when she saw it online, thought it was erotic. She didn’t know if she was pulling it off or not, but hoped she was.

The flash went off and she went to the camera, checked the picture. She giggled when she saw it, decided that Penny would love it. She thought she’d managed to nail the subtlety of the pose.

Dana took three more pictures, using a different pose in each. There was a clock ticking in her head, and she soon decided that she’d pushed her luck about as far as she dared. She didn’t want to get caught standing around without anything on. She didn’t have a good reason to be naked at four-thirty in the afternoon.

Slipping into some yoga pants and a t-shirt, she turned off her camera and put it up in the drawer. She’d use her data cable to transfer the pictures to an email to send to Penny after everyone was in bed.

She had a lot of time to kill until then, so she plopped down on her bed, putting her back to her headboard. Glancing at the door, she pulled her new vibrator from under the pillow. It was shiny and bright in her hand and she wished she could try it out right now. Taking the pictures for Penny had been kind of exciting, and she thought it would be nice to feel its tip vibrating against her bud. Sighing, she knew she couldn’t.

Still, she turned the knob and it came buzzing to life. Grinning, she realized Penny had already put batteries in it for her.

Turning it off, she giggled and said out loud, “How thoughtful.”

***

Glancing at her alarm clock, Dana finally felt comfortable with pulling her laptop out of its hiding place. She dug it out, then got her digital camera. Sitting on her bed, she booted up both devices, then connected them with her transfer cable. She got a naughty shiver working up her spine as she opened her email account. She attached the five photos she’d taken earlier, plus the story she’d written last night. Dana figured that would keep Penny entertained for a while.

Grinning, she wrote a quick message:

Hey,

Just a couple of things for your eyes only. If you should feel the urge, I wouldn’t mind a couple in return. I miss seeing you naked. – Love, Dana

Sending the email, she wondered if Penny would see it tonight and what she would think of the photos. Then she wondered if she’d actually send something in return. Dana hadn’t been joking when she said she missed seeing her stepmother naked.

Setting the laptop aside, she got up and went to her dresser. She pulled the bottom drawer all the way out and set it aside. Reaching into the void it left, Dana felt around until she found her new toy. She put the drawer back in place, then walked over to her bed. Turning the vibrator on its highest setting, she tossed it on the mattress, then went to her bedroom door. She stepped out into the hallway, then closed the door behind her. She held her breath and listened intently. Even listening for it, she couldn’t hear the buzzing of the vibrator.

Grinning, she went back into her room and slipped out of her panties, then crawled onto the bed. Pulling her laptop close, she opened her saved videos. Since she learned Penny had an account on her favorite porn site, she’d downloaded a bunch of her favorite scenes. Scanning through the list of titles, she didn’t see anything that jumped out at her. She closed out the folder then went to the site itself. As usual, she typed ‘stepmother/stepdaughter’ in the search bar. She grinned when she saw a few she didn’t recognize.

Clicking on the first one, she picked up the vibrator, turned it back to the lowest setting. She hadn’t been able to hear it on high out in the hallway, she still didn’t want to try her luck. Besides, the low setting seemed like it would be more than enough.

The video started and she pressed the vibrator against her bud, shivering as the buzzing worked through her body. Her eyes turned to the laptop and she watched the video with interest. She was excited to see that it was a role-playing scene. She liked the ones where the actors pretended to really be mother and daughter. The awkward beginning, then the slow build-up of excitement and the ultimate surrender were all very erotic.

She had written several stories along the same lines, where the stepmother would seduce the stepdaughter or, in two of her stories, the other way around. It was a plotline she liked to explore, the blurring of the lines between parent and lover. The fact that her own relationship with her stepmother mirrored those stories only made them more thrilling.

Her new toy was doing wonderful things to her, the vibrations so strong she swore she could feel them all through her body and not just against her bud. Biting her lip to hold back the moans that wanted to escape, she made a mental note to thank Penny again.

As her hips began to move, she never looked away from the screen. The scene had progressed from the story part to the sex part, the characters’ clothing rapidly disappearing. While the teen had a nice, tight body, it was the stepmother who really drew her attention. She had that same lithe and lean cut to her figure that Penny did.

Shaking her head, Dana thought, So I have a thing for older women. Never mind that the teen is technically an ‘older woman’, too.

She had to turn the sound down as the two on the screen started to really get into it, but Dana still left it as high as she dared. She liked to hear the breathy excitement, the moans and the sighs, the words of encouragement or affection. There was just something sexy and intimate about the sounds of lovemaking.

The older woman moved atop the teen, straddling her hip. Dana’s pulse quickened as she realized what was about to happen. She loved tribbing scenes, loved the tangle of two bodies as they flexed and ground against each other. There was just something sensual about it, almost artistic. Like a beautiful dance.

The vibrator was making it hard to keep quiet. Her own little noises of enjoyment were drowning out the sounds the women on the screen were making. She was trying to keep her voice down, but just couldn’t anymore.

She felt the first stirrings of an orgasm as it came awake in her young body. Like an animal awakened from hibernation, it raged through her. The climax had its way, then left her a trembling, gasping mess. The vibrator fell from her slack fingers. Closing her eyes, she basked in the lovely feeling of her post-orgasmic body, reveled in the sensation.

After a moment, she found the buzzing toy, turned it off. She turned to her laptop, clicked on the ‘download’ button under the video. Grinning, she thought, Another good one for the collection.

For a second, she wondered if very many thirteen-year-old girls had porn collections. She kind of doubted it. Sex was slowly finding its way into conversations at school, but she still figured she was way ahead of the curve.

Wondering if Penny had checked her email, yet, she opened her email, saw she had a new message from Penny. Grinning, she opened it and read:

Wow. I don’t know what else to say. The story was amazing, so hot. And the photos… God, you are so beautiful and sexy. Did I ever tell you that? Such a lovely young woman you are becoming. I could sit here and look at your picture for hours, but I should get back to bed before your father notices I’m gone. I’m sure I’ll have very pleasant dreams tonight, visions of frolicking on the back deck in my head. -Love, Penny

Smiling, Dana clicked in the Reply box and typed:

You are welcome. You owe me a sexy story and some naughty photos in return, if you want some more from me.

This way to Chapter Seven!

by Regina A

It’s a long, impossible day at work, and my boss Kathy seems hellbent on playing the bitch with me. But I behave myself, and by the end of the day even earn a grudging compliment from her. She even lets me go early!

I look again at the directions that Mary e-mailed me. Looks easy enough, although traffic is a nightmare. But finally, I reach the exit on 66 and make my way to her street. I look around as I pull up in front of her house. Hmmm, it’s a nice area.

Quickly, I check my makeup, wishing I’d put something sexier on that morning; I’ve got on gray slacks and a white blouse. Certainly nothing special. But I’ve a strong suspicion that I won’t be wearing clothes for long.

I try not to run up the walkway, and ring the bell. In seconds, I see Mary’s face peeking through the side window, and then she’s opening the door. I catch a glimpse of the short, floral-pattern kimono she’s wearing, but then she pulls me inside and we are kissing. It’s a very hungry kiss, and it goes on for a while. I finally pull shakily away, gazing into her grinning face. Then she leans forward and kisses me again, and I yield to her completely.

I feel her fingers fumbling at the button on my slacks, then the zipper descends and her hands are pushing down the front of my panties. Her fingers find my wet slit and begin to fondle me furiously.

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” comes from my throat, or something to that effect. It’s been way too long since someone did this to me and she knows just where to touch. I look at her and she’s grinning.

“I want you to come for me, baby. Just let it go. I can tell you want to. We’ll take things slow after that.”

I realize that I’ve been holding back, not wanting to be selfish in my pleasure, but Mary’s given me the permission I need. I lean against her for support, spreading my legs so that she can curl her fingers and thrust them inside me. It only takes a few seconds and then I am coming, screaming with joyous release as she continues to knead my pussy.

I’m weak in the knees, and she senses that. She helps ease me down to the plush carpet, and I lie there, totally spent, as she skins off my pants and panties. Weakly, I manage to unbutton my blouse as she stands over me like an Amazon warrior. Then she undoes the sash on her kimono and lets it fall open, and I gasp as I look up at her.

Mary’s beautiful, that’s my first thought, but not in a conventional sense. There are certain women who just have something about them. I don’t know how to describe it exactly. She’s a bit too plump, I suppose, to fit society’s screwed up notions of honest beauty, her bottom a little too round and full, her breasts not quite in proportion to the rest of her but capped by those puffy nipples. Mostly what I think as I’m gazing up at her from the floor is, this woman’s body is built for sex.

She leaves the silk kimono on but open, and then kneels and sits on my belly, sliding around a bit so I can feel how wet she is. She helps peel off my blouse and bra and then gives me a soulful look, gazing deep and serious into my eyes as she takes hold of my nipples. I groan as she begins to roll them between her thumb and forefinger.

“Remember what I wanted to do this morning?” she asks. At this moment, I don’t, but I am mesmerized by her. I just nod. She leans down and captures my left nipple in her mouth.

“Ahhhhhh,” I hear myself moan, as I feel her working it stiff with her teeth and lips. She stretches the nipple taut, then holds it somehow with her lips while using just the end of her tongue rapidly on the sensitive end of the tender nub. It feels unbelievably good. She does the same with the other.

“God, I want you,” I hear her murmur, and the feeling is mutual. Dimly, I’m aware of a turning of legs and torso. The end of her robe drifts across my face, and then she resettles. Her pussy is there, wet and inviting, as she slowly lowers herself onto my mouth. I can feel her hot breath near the entrance to my own pussy, but she takes her time. She seems fascinated by the bushy black hair on my mound, and I feel her grabbing it in her lips, pulling on it gently. It hurts, but in a good way.

I reach up and take hold of the cheeks of her ass and pull her pussy down tight against my mouth. It smears wetly on my face, and I search for and find her slit with my tongue. I want to make her come the way she did me, and I am rewarded with a moan of passion. I begin to tongue-fuck her, reveling in her tangy juices and wanting more.

She’s working on my clit now. I can feel her insistent tongue going flick-flick-flick on it and almost unconsciously my ass is lifting off the carpet, my body screaming for more. Trying to match her with my own tongue, I take her clit in my mouth and suck it and the surrounding flesh hard and fast, then lash her button with my tongue. Mary begins to rock on top of me, grinding herself on me, and I can tell she loves it rough like this.

My fingers get busy. I let them trail up and down the cheeks of her bouncing ass, then slide them along her sweaty crack. Then, I’m there, my fingers teasing around the stiff rim of her asshole. I hesitate, knowing this kind of thing is not for everyone, but Mary’s throaty moans encourage me to continue, and I begin to push my index finger into her anus.

Like touching a match to dynamite, she’s suddenly thrashing around uncontrollably on top of my face, a gush of juice actually spurting from her pussy. I’m drenched, but deliriously happy that I’ve made her come like that, and I don’t let up. I can feel my own orgasm starting to build even as I slide my finger deeper into her rectum, beginning to fuck her in earnest.

She’s got her tongue deep into me now; I can feel it swirling around inside, drinking me, urging me on. And then we are coming together, me screaming again but this time the scream is swallowed by the wet folds of her pussy, and more juice is gushing out of Mary.

For long minutes, we continue tonguing each other lovingly. I have an enjoyable, shiver-inducing little aftershock, but mostly we are just enjoying the closeness of the moment. Nothing could possibly be more intimate than this.

Finally, Mary climbs off her perch and turns around to face me. That’s when she bursts out laughing.

“What?” I ask. “What’s so funny?”

“You, girl, are an absolute mess. God, I’m sorry. I’m not usually a gusher but, hon, you are something else.”

I laugh, and we kiss each other. I’ve never felt this close to someone this fast, and it feels a little scary. Mary seems to understand, and we lie for a while just holding and stroking each other.

Finally, she stirs a bit. “Are you hungry, darling? I’ve got dinner all warm in the oven.”

Playfully, I reach down and cup her pussy, still moist from our lovemaking. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do, you minx. I’m famished. And I could kill for a glass of wine.”

“No reason to get that rough, baby. Coming right up. After this, that is.”

She rolls over on top of me as I spread my legs to give her room. She works her butt so that our pussies are together tight, then even tighter. It feels wonderful, then she leans down and it feels even better, nipple to nipple, tit to tit, then mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. For several minutes, we’re just two people making love, just sharing that special joy that only comes once, the sweetness of the first time together.

Then, Mary hops up, and pads off to the kitchen. Slowly, I get myself up and gather my things. It seems silly to get dressed, but I can’t help feeling a little self-conscious being completely nude. The feeling evaporates when I walk into the kitchen, though, and gaze at Mary bouncing purposefully around the stove, her lovely tits swaying with her motions. She looks up at me and smiles, and I smile back.

“I could eat you up,” I say, completely honestly.

“Am I missing something?” she replies with a grin. “I thought you already did. Not that I mind if you come back for seconds.”

I walk over and completely make a nuisance of myself, reaching around and cupping her tits in my hands. She turns her face so we can kiss again.

“Keep that up, Carol, and we’ll never eat.”

“I’ll try to behave, lover. But I’ve got all I want right here.”

This feels good with her. Better than good. I release her and let her pour me some zinfandel.

“So what’s for dinner?” I ask.

“Mary’s Luscious Lasagna. Mama’s recipe, and it never fails.”

“Never fails?”

She turns with another saucy smile. “Never fails to bring `em back for more.”

***

Later, we’re catching our breath as we finish another bottle of wine in bed. I look down at my body, trembling and coated in sweat, and I can’t help laughing.

“Now what’s so funny?” Mary’s voice asks from next to me. I look over at her. She’s as wet as I am, and the strap-on cock she’s wearing gleams with my juices, catching the light from the streetlamp outside the window.

“I was just thinking that I don’t think I’ve ever been so well and completely fucked as I am right now.” We both burst out laughing.

“I know what you mean, darling. I think I may have worn us both out with that last one.”

“I… God, I think I love you, Mary. Is it silly to say that so soon? I’ve never felt this close to someone this fast.”

She leans to kiss me, the wet tool pushing up against my thigh. “No, Carol. It’s not silly. I feel it too. Like I’ve been waiting for you all my life.” She pauses, and grins again. “Cue the violins.” We both giggle. After a bit she speaks again, more quietly. “Now that we’ve had a good life-altering fuck…” She has to pause when we both crack up again. “Tell me about you, Carol. What makes you tick? What’s your last name?”

I’m laughing so hard now I’m crying, but eventually I stop. I know what she means. “My last name is Harding, but my maiden name is Regetti. Italian, of course. Let’s see…I grew up in upstate New York, went to college at Cornell, met my husband Rick there. We had one beautiful girl, Paula, who’s sixteen and turning into quite a handful. And, well, Rick…”

And out of nowhere, the tears start falling, and then she is holding me and rocking me, and kissing the salty tears from my cheek, hushing me. I never know where these crying jags come from, but they don’t usually last long.

I manage to blurt out the story of my dissolving marriage, and then I tell her what’s been going on with Paula. Mary turns out to be a good listener, though when I’m done I regret dumping all this on her so soon. I apologize, but she won’t have it.

“Baby, we all come with baggage. It’s part of life. And I wouldn’t worry too much about your girl. She’s just experimenting, and there’s a lot worse things she could be doing. As long as she’s doing well in school, she’s probably happy. Do you think the other girl’s — what’s her name? Jenna? — do you think her mom knows about what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I’m having them over for a pool party and sleepover on Friday. I was hoping Pam and I might have a chance to talk about it. Say,” I suddenly have a thought, and turn to look at Mary. “Why don’t you come over too? I could certainly use the support.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Carol. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Don’t be silly. I want you there. Isn’t that enough? In fact, I’ve got a feeling that you and I are going to be seeing quite a bit of each other.”

She resists a bit longer, but I think it’s just for show. Friday should be interesting, I think, as I drift off to sleep in Mary’s arms.

***

“…and this is my new friend, Mary.”

I see Pam’s eyes widen a bit, as she takes in the sight of Mary on the chaise lounge by the pool. My new lover’s well-tanned curves are only slightly concealed by the revealing white bikini she has on. She’s just taken a dip and the suit clings to her body like a second skin, her nipples jutting out invitingly. Even Jenna ogles her.

“Nice to meet you,” Pam says, leaning down to shake hands. “How do you know Carol?”

“Oh, we just bumped into each other and hit it off,” Mary answers, flashing her teeth and winking slyly at me. I don’t think the other two notice.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” It’s Paula, bounding out of the house in her emerald bikini, her long red hair flashing in the sun. She dives gracefully into the deep end, then surfaces with a shriek at how cold the water is.

“Yeah, that’ll get us in,” Pam calls out with a laugh, but she slips off her terrycloth robe. She has on a demure blue one-piece, but she looks fabulous as always. Pam is one of those perfect blondes that make other women wince in envy. She’s a good friend, though. She follows my daughter into the pool, and Jenna is not far behind. I’m a bit surprised that Pam allowed Jenna to wear a thong bikini, but, heck, we’re among friends, and she certainly carries it off.

“Going in?” Mary asks. I have on my favorite yellow bikini, but only the top is visible, since I am wearing a sarong.

“Not now, hon,” I answer quietly. “I need to mix the drinks.”

“Oh, let me help.” I smile at her, even though I suspect she has ulterior motives.

Sure enough, no sooner do we get inside than she pushes me against the back of the door, kissing me hungrily. I’ve missed her too, and we kiss for several minutes, one eye on the water fight happening in the pool. Then she helps me with the drinks.

“I can see what you mean about Jenna,” Mary says, as we work. “She’s a sexpot. Easy to see where she gets it from, though,” she adds, looking out at Pam, who’s poised on the diving board.

“Straying from me already, are you?” I say, giving her a good hard smack on her ass.

Mary yelps, then protests, “Not a chance. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Just thinking that, y’know, three can be fun sometimes, too.”

I burst out laughing. “With Pam? I don’t think so. She’s been married for fifteen years.”

Mary turns to look at me, a serious look on her face. “You were married.”

I just look at her, not knowing what to say. I look back at Pam. It’s hard to imagine. Certainly, I’ve never had any inkling that she might…

Mary helps me take the pitcher of margaritas out, along with the glasses. After talking it over with Pam, we decide it’s okay if the girls have a little also. We sit and joke a bit, enjoying the late summer twilight. Then I look over at Mary, and something — the drinks? The happiness I suddenly feel?–makes me speak.

“Hey, everyone. Please listen for a moment. I’ve got a little announcement to make.”

Everyone turns to look at me. I get a feeling that only Mary has an idea what I’m about to say.

“I’m sure all of you are wondering why I invited Mary to our little get-together tonight. It’s simple really. I wanted all of you to meet her. She and I…well…we’re a bit of an item. We’re seeing each other.” The others blink at me a bit uncertainly. Time for directness. I take a deep breath. “We’re lovers.”

Mary smiles at me, and comes over to take my hand, and there is an awkward moment of silence. Then Paula speaks.

“All right! Mom, that is great!”

“Yeah, Mrs. H.,” Jenna chimes in. “That’s great for you.” She turns to look at Paula, and a meaningful glance passes between them.

I look at Pam. She looks stunned. Finally, she gives me a shaky smile. “You seem very happy, Carol. I’m happy for you, too.”

There’s an odd tone in her voice. Not insincerity, but… something. She turns and walks quickly into the house. I glance at Mary, and then follow her in. She’s in the kitchen, leaning over the sink. She turns, and I can see tears flowing from her eyes.

“Pam? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Carol. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to be with you in that way. Didn’t you know? Didn’t you have any idea?”

“W-what?”

“Carol, Peter and I have not slept together in at least ten years. After we had Jenna, we started drifting apart, and I started realizing, well, realizing that I was a lot more interested in other women than I’d been willing to admit. Now I know. I’m a lesbian, Carol. I’ve just never had the courage to admit it openly like you did tonight.”

Now it’s my turn to be shocked. I don’t know what to say, so I say something stupid. “Does Jenna know?”

“Yes, of course she does. She’s gay, too. Didn’t you know that she’s been sleeping with Paula?”

I gulp, knowing I can’t hide the truth from her. “Um, I just found that out.”

When I admit how I’d spied on the two of them, Pam, to my surprise, begins laughing. “What’s so funny?” I ask, trying to keep from getting angry.

“Oh, Carol, you dear sweet girl. It would have been a lot more fun if you’d just asked them, instead of going to all that trouble. I can definitely testify that it’s a lot more fun joining them in bed than just watching.”

It takes a couple of beats for the meaning of what she said to sink in. “You mean..?”

She nods. “Forgive me, Carol, but your daughter is pretty irresistible. And Jenna and I have been having sex since she went through puberty.”

I find myself suddenly clutching the sink for support, then feel a steadying hand on my back. It’s Mary. When did she come in?

“Hey,” she says. “Hope I’m not intruding.” I look at her, and I smile, shaking my head slightly. She turns to look at Pam, then takes hold of my left hand and her right. “Pam. Carol. I feel like maybe it’s not my place to suggest this, but…I think maybe we can just cut through a lot of this stuff if we just open up a bit. I’ll be frank, here. Carol and I have something special going, and I’m not about to give that up. But I don’t think I am off base if I invite you — and the girls too, if you think we should — to join us upstairs. I don’t know about you, but margaritas always get me hot.”

Pam bursts out laughing, and pulls Mary to her. They kiss, and I feel the merest twinge of jealousy.

“I like you,” Pam says. Then she leans towards me, we kiss, and my jealousy vanishes. This feels right.

Up we go, but without the girls. Maybe later, but I don’t think I’m quite ready to cross that frontier just yet.

Pam and Mary seem to be acting on some invisible plane of communication I’m not privy to. In tandem, they begin working on me, unwrapping my sarong like they’re opening a present — unsnapping the top, peeling off the bottom. Then their tongues begin working magic on me, Pam on my right, Mary on my left, circling my nipples, closing on them, making love to them. I find I can barely stand, and they help me to the bed.

Another silent agreement has them each choosing a foot to bathe with their tongues, and then, achingly slowly, they begin ascending my legs, licking every inch of me. By the time they get to my thighs, my legs are splayed completely open and I am ready for anything.

Mary moves to my pussy first, while Pam stands and peels off her suit before gracefully straddling my head with her powerful thighs. She smiles down at me, then takes hold of my hair gently, and pulls me up to press my face into her pubic triangle.

And suddenly, I feel I am exactly where I am meant to be, surrounded by the women I love. I drink deeply from the pussy of my oldest friend, while my new friend lovingly eats me. It’s been an interesting week. And I have a feeling that life will only get better.

***

When I awake, I’m alone, and my headaches. I take a few moments to orient myself, memories of the previous night slowly seeping in. I am not surprised to find that my body aches in a number of places. It’s been years since I’ve had sex like that. Pam, in particular, wore me out.

My clearest memory of the night: Pam, fucking me almost savagely with my strap-on, each thrust lifting my behind up off the mattress and making me grunt in response, my screams muffled by Mary’s wet pussy. Somehow, in the midst of this hedonistic ecstasy, I remember Mary raising herself from my mouth for a few moments, long enough for me to glance over at the door to see the two girls — my daughter Paula, and Jenna, Pam’s daughter — watching us. They were naked, and holding hands.

I remember wondering what was going through their heads, as they watched me being absolutely ravaged by the older women. It was the only moment of the night — the rest of which passed in a blur of flesh and pleasure — that gave me pause.

I longed to go to my daughter, to take her into my arms, to ask her gently what she thought of me now. But then, the two girls had walked away, hands still linked. I knew that they were heading off for their own night of pleasure.

Now in the light of a new day, I rise slowly from the bed, groaning at the discovery of new bits of soreness. Gingerly, my fingers reach behind me to explore the tender rim of my anus, which brings back another erotic flash: Mary, fucking my ass from behind while pushing my face down between Pam’s thighs, sodomizing me slow and deep while I cried tears of anguished bliss.

Carefully, I walk to the window and look out at the bright, sunny day. No one is visible out by the pool. I cock my head, listening, but cannot hear a single sound in the entire house. I put on a short terry robe, and set out to explore, suddenly anxious to find where everyone is.

On the landing, all is still. I can hear a breeze blowing through the screen door downstairs, and the distant sounds of the birds from outside. Otherwise, nothing. I move to the stairs, about to descend, when I happen to glance towards Paula’s door. It’s shut.

I hesitate, knowing she is probably in there with Jenna, but something makes me move towards the door. I press my face against it, listening intently, and am rewarded with whispers, some noises of rustling covers. Involuntarily, my hand closes on the knob and I turn it. I’m expecting to see Paula and Jenna making love, so what I see instead makes me gasp.

Jenna is in the room, but with her, instead of my daughter, are Mary and her mother Pam. All are naked, Jenna lying on her back, her head resting on Mary’s belly. Mary has her hands over Jenna’s tits, and I can see the young girl’s hard nipples poking up between her fingers as she massages them. Pam is belly down on the bed, her tongue buried deep in her daughter’s very wet pussy. She keeps shaking her head in vigorous little side motions and each time she does this, Jenna throws her head back in complete ecstasy.

I feel myself getting wet and reach down between my own thighs to rub my slit. The scene is almost indescribably erotic, and part of what excites me, I realize, is the feeling of illicitness that comes from watching my dearest and oldest friend go down on her own daughter. That she’s also done this with my Paula — as she admitted to me last night — suddenly makes me feel the slightest twinge of concern.

But is there anything so wrong about it? The taboo against incest surely is aimed more at preventing child molestation. Should the same censure apply to actual lovemaking between a mother and her daughter? Even asking the question seems absurd. Technically, both Jenna and Paula are underage, but they are certainly knowledgeable and active sexual participants.

But no sooner does this thought enter my head than I begin to wonder where my daughter can be. As if in answer to my question, I abruptly hear a new sound. It is the shower going on in the downstairs spa.

I close the lid to the laptop and move quickly but silently to the lower level. I know what I am about to do, and now I am moving without hesitation, my mind already made up. I am more aroused than I’ve ever been, knowing that I am about to make love to my own daughter.

I enter the outer spa area, where the jacuzzi, sauna, and changing area are. The louvered door to the bathroom is closed over, but not tightly shut, and I can hear the shower clearly now. I drop my robe to the floor and push open the door, letting the steam caress my body. My nipples tingle and I can feel the wetness between my legs as I walk.

Through the marbled glass, I can see Paula’s naked, lissome body, her back arched as she lets the watercourse through her long red hair. A wave of desire sweeps over me, and I open the door at the far end.

As it clicks shut, Paula’s eyes open… and when she sees me, she smiles. It’s all the invitation I need, and I move in closer to embrace her, sighing as the hot jet of water splashes against my hard nipples. I lean down, shielding her lovely face with mine, and then we kiss, a tender kiss, like many we’ve shared before, but somehow different, because we both know where this kiss will lead. She stretches up on tiptoe, pressing her lips harder against mine, and then I let my mouth open, moaning slightly as I feel her tongue enter.

For several minutes, we stand like that, letting our hands wander up and down each other’s back as our tongues dance erotically together. Then I do something that feels as though I have spent my life waiting for: I sink to my knees, lift one of my daughter’s legs to the side of the shower, and begin making love to her pussy with my tongue.

I want to make Paula come, to give her this wonderful gift of sexual release from me to her, and I feel her hand come to rest on the back of my head, pulling me gently against her, tighter, guiding me to the places she wants me to go.

It doesn’t take long. Even with the water splashing down over me, the juice from her climax feels hotter still, and I can tell that I have made her come. I smile up at her, and Paula, my beautiful daughter, smiles back.

She pulls me up, and we kiss some more, suddenly laughing and splashing in the shower now like two happy girls. I take the soap and begin to wash her, letting the soap rub across her nipples, which are poking out like little fingers from her chest. She lets me wash her, and then I help her rinse, then we climb out and dry each other off, pausing only to nip at each other with our eager mouths.

We scamper out of the spa and down the hall to the guest wing. The bed is all made up, since Pam never made it in here last night, and we pull the covers down together and bounce onto the mattress, our hands groping and caressing each other.

I push Paula gently back on the pillow and crawl between her legs. I like looking at her this way, my nostrils filled with the scent of her, my eyes just catching hers over the curl of her red pubis. I push my tongue gently into her, delighting in the sensual feel of it as I part the folds of her pussy. I lap at her, drink her, push myself hard against her so that she smears across my lips. I feel drunk with the utter, unbelievable sensation of eating my own daughter’s cunt.

I lift her legs, pushing them gently back onto her chest. Her taut bottom comes into view, and then she gasps as I lick her anus, curling my hot tongue around the rough rim of it. I seem to have discovered something that Jenna has not yet introduced to my daughter, and I can tell Paula loves it. So I give her more, letting my tongue get her asshole all wet and soft, then pushing inside and letting it swirl around and around, like licking an ice cream cone. She tastes musky and exciting, and I reach up and begin diddling her clit with my fingers.

She’s moaning now, and I begin to rub her nub in circles as I eat her asshole. Soon she’s humping it off the bed, trying to get me in deeper and deeper still. I try not to disappoint my baby.

Then she’s coming again, and this time I want to feel her. I swing my legs around fast, and manage to work into a scissors position, grinding my pussy against hers even as she’s still spasming. I keep thrusting, working Paula hard. She groans loudly as I bring her to another nice climax. This is fun.

***

We sleep for awhile, then, locked in each other’s arms, and I don’t wake for at least an hour, when I find my daughter lying full-length on top of me, her pussy near my lips, eating me. I reach up and hug her ass tightly, pulling her wet hole down to my lips, and we maneuver into a sixty-nine.

We’re still at it when the others find us, entering the room with a chorus of feminine voices:

“Here they are!”

“I thought we’d find them together.”

“Looks like someone started without us!”

They gather around the bed, and I can feel their fingers playing with us, probing, pinching, rubbing, and pulling. I lean out from under Paula, my face wet and grinning. Mary leans down to kiss me, hard, on the lips, then licks some of my daughter’s honey from my face.

“Mmmm,” she coos, “like momma, like daughter.”

I look at Pam. She’s wearing the strap-on again, and I see her move over between my legs. Paula helps her aim, and then she slides the large tool into me, making me groan with pleasure. I see Jenna lean down and kiss Paula passionately, and then the two of them sandwich my clit between their dancing tongues. Pam gets a good rhythm going and Mary reaches in to pinch my nipples.

That’s the final bit of stimulation, and then I am falling off the edge of a high cliff, spasming again and again as a tremendous, powerful orgasm rips through me.

When I come to my senses, Paula and Jenna have rolled over next to me into a sixty-nine, accompanied by Mary, who sinks her tongue into Jenna’s rectum. I look into Pam’s eyes, and she lowers her body onto mine, fucking me gently.

“Welcome to the club, darling,” she whispers, then we share a tender kiss.

The End

by Barbie Doll

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

My name is Barbie, and I love to sexually dominate older women.

I first realized that I was a lesbian at the age of eleven. I lived in a very liberal area where sex was a more freely discussed topic than in most parts of the country… and I was something of a computer whiz at an early age, so I thoroughly explored the world of sexual information available on the internet. It didn’t take me long to figure out that girl/girl sex got me incredibly hot, while porn involving guys didn’t interest me at all. I learned everything there was to know about lesbians before I even kissed another girl.

When I was twelve I finally got another girl my age into bed with me… but even though the sex was fun, I was left somewhat dissatisfied. I thought long and hard about what I wanted, and finally came to two conclusions.

First, my interest was definitely in grown-up women, not in girls my age. Second, the idea of being in control of an older woman was a tremendous turn-on for me. I’d been a very shy and quiet girl before realizing my true sexuality… and that made me want to change, so I did. Completely.

I began to hang out at the mall, wearing the sexiest outfits I could get away with… and when I made eye contact with a hot older woman, I made my gaze as provocative as possible, taking in every inch of her body. I wasn’t trying to hit on them all, just sending out hints to capture the attention and desire of women who might be interested in fun and games with a twelve-year-old girl. I knew there had to be at least a few of them out there somewhere. Sure enough, on one incredible Saturday, I hit pay dirt.

I was sitting on a bench in one of the many rest areas located throughout the mall, watching the shoppers pass by, especially the women I judged to be in the 25 – 40 age range. When I saw one I thought was really sexy, I would try to make eye contact. I always had a bra on when I left the house, in order to avoid any suspicions my mom might have. When I got to the mall, however, I would go to the ladies’ restroom, remove my bra and put it in my purse. With just a tank top or t-shirt on, my nipples stood out quite prominently. Of course, that was the image I wanted to achieve.

That day, I’d been sitting for about half an hour without anything interesting happening. A couple of attractive thirty-something women looked at me, but shortly after I made eye contact with them, they looked away and continued on. I was just about to stand up and take one final stroll through the mall before going home when a lady carrying a couple of shopping bags sat down on the bench directly across from me. She looked to be about thirty-five and was carrying a few extra pounds, but on her, they looked scrumptious. I noticed she didn’t have a wedding ring on her finger. I wasn’t sure, of course, but thought she might be interested. This was my chance to make a move.

I felt not a trace of fear. What was there to lose? Even if she was truly offended, and made a scene, who would believe a twelve-year-old girl had tried to make sexual overtures to a grown woman?

I made eye contact with her and smiled. She smiled back at me. I then pushed out my chest to make sure she got a good look at my titties. We made eye contact again and I slowly licked my lips. I decided the time was right to become even bolder. I was wearing a short skirt, the hem of which was now at least halfway up my thighs. Slowly I moved my knees apart to the point where I was sure she could see my panties. I saw her eyes move downward. Her eyes were glued between my legs, and her face grew slightly flushed at the show I was giving her.

I could feel my pussy getting damp. I’d masturbated at least once every day during the past week, but still felt extremely aroused. I was almost certain that she’d taken the bait, and decided the time was right to go for broke.

I stood up, walked over to where the woman was and sat down next to her. “Did you like what I showed you?” I asked, looking up at her.

The woman replied, “What do you mean?” It was obvious that she was very nervous, unsure of what to do next.

“I wanted you to see my panties. Did you like it when I let you look under my dress?” I asked.

“Is this some kind of set-up?” she asked. “Are you playing some kind of prank on me?”

I could understand her nervousness, and knew I had to reassure her I was serious, or this opportunity would be lost.

“My name is Barbie. I am very turned on by sexy women like you,” I said. “and I think you like young girls like me.”

That seemed to satisfy her that I was for real, because she quickly became more relaxed.

“My name is Angela, and I got very wet when you flashed your panties to me,” she said.

“Would you like to see more of me?” I asked her. “I’d like it if you showed me your body, too. I’ll bet you’re beautiful with your clothes off.”

I suggested we visit the ladies room together, but Angela had a better idea. She told me that she was parked in the mall lot, and asked if I would like to come to her car. I eagerly agreed, and she told me to follow her.

Angela and I moved through the mall and to the parking lot, where her car was waiting. Once we were inside, she drove to the far corner of the lot where no one else was parked. She backed into one of the stalls next to the perimeter fence, explaining that this way nobody could sneak up behind us, and we could see if anyone approached from the front. I wondered if she’d ever done this kind of thing before.

We chatted for a few minutes, during which time Angela told me she was a single mom with a seven-year-old daughter. It turned out that her apartment was only a couple of miles from my home. She was thirty-four years old and her husband had taken off with his secretary two years ago.

Soon there was a lull in the conversation, and I sensed that she was waiting for me to make the first move. That was fine with me. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to me. I pressed my lips to hers, and within a few seconds, I had my tongue in her mouth.

The kiss went on for a long time, neither of us wanting it to end. With my free hand, I began to fondle her breasts. Even with a bra on I could easily feel her stiff nipples, and I began teasing them with my fingers. This got her unbelievably excited.

When we finally broke our kiss, Angela lifted up her sweater and unhooked her bra, giving me easy access to her very large breasts. God, they were perfect.

“Kiss them for me, Barbie — please,” she whispered.

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I licked her nipples, gently at first. By now, my pussy was all but dripping. I became more aggressive, biting gently at her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers.

She began to moan helplessly. “Oh, God, that feels so fucking good. I miss this so much… ever since my little girl was nursing.”

I had a cool, dirty idea, and I said, “Do you want to be my mommy, and have your little girl Barbie nurse from you?”

Angela moaned, her entire body trembling with arousal. “Oh yes, baby. I’ve dreamed about something like this for years, b-but never thought it could happen,” she said.

I nuzzled at her breasts for several minutes before lifting my face to hers. “Would you like to see under my dress again? I’ll show it to you, Mommy, if you’ll let me see you, too,” I said in my best little-girl voice.

“Yes, Barbie, please let me see you,” Angela begged.

With that, I raised my bottom, pulled my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs. This time it was Angela who initiated the kiss. As her tongue invaded my mouth, I felt her hand on the inner part of my thigh.

Her fingers were almost touching my pussy, but then I pulled away from her and said, “No more, Mommy… not until you show me your panties.”

I now felt in complete control of this woman who was old enough to be my real mother… and that was an incredible turn on.

“Of course baby, anything you want,” she responded.

I watched as she lifted her ass off the seat and hoisted her skirt up. She was wearing light blue bikini-style panties, one of my favorite colors. I thought about how sexy this scene would be for anyone who could see us — Angela with her breasts exposed and her skirt hiked up, me with my panties in plain view.

She leaned over and kissed me. We slowly explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. As the kiss lingered, I reached over and placed my hand about halfway between her knee and her crotch. She followed my lead, and I soon felt her hand return to my thigh.

For the next several minutes we teased one another, moving our fingertips up toward, but never quite touching, each other’s pussies. I could feel juices leaking from my slit, and was certain Angela was just as wet as me. I ached to put my hand inside her panties, but I wanted her to beg me for it.

A short time later, I got my wish when Angela said, “Oh God my sweet Barbie, please make your mommy come.”

“Oh my, Mommy,” I purred, “I think you must be a pervert. Do you really want a little girl like me to play with your cunt?”

“Please, honey, make Mommy feel good. I will do anything you want!” she gasped.

This was such a rush for me. I had the sexual power over an older woman that I’d craved so desperately. I decided to take that control one step further.

I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slipped them down my legs and off. I turned them inside out and handed them to Angela. “These are all wet for you, Mommy. I want you to smell them.”

She didn’t hesitate for a second, bringing my panties to her face and inhaling deeply. “Lovely,” she sighed.

“Now I want my mommy to take off her panties,” I said.

Angela raised up, wriggled out of her light blue bikini knickers and handed them to me. I brought them to my face, breathing in deeply just as she had done. I savored the scent of her pussy, then licked the musky smelling crotch. Delicious was the only word I could think of to describe the taste.

Suddenly I had another perverse idea. “Does Mommy really need to come?” I asked her.

“Oh, Jesus, Barbie, if I don’t get off soon I’m going to go crazy,” she said pleadingly.

“Okay, then, show your little girl how Mommy masturbates when she needs to come,” I said.

“Oh please, sweetie, won’t you help Mommy?”

“Maybe I will later, but first you will have to show me how you get yourself off,” I answered.

Angela hesitated for a moment, then moved her hand down between her wide-spread legs. I felt a bit sorry for her, so I reached over and began to squeeze her right breast. As I teased the nipple, she began fucking herself. Wow, that was sooo exciting!

About a minute later, she gasped, “Mommy is coming. Oh God, so g-good!” Her body began to tremble and twitch. It took another full minute before Angela finally went limp and she’d come down from her high.

I kissed her again and told her, “I love my new mommy.”

“Oh, Barbie, I love you too. I’ll d-do anything you ask, only let me be with you again.”

“Now Barbie wants Mommy to make her feel nice,” I said. “If you’re good to me, maybe we can be lovers.”

Angela immediately reached over and began to run her fingers up and down my pussy lips. Moments later I felt her entering my tight pussy hole, then she slowly finger-fucked me. I was in a state of euphoria as I felt my orgasm approach. Then Angela’s finger moved up and teased my clitoris. In a matter of seconds, I exploded in a mind-shattering climax.

Angela remained silent as I slowly regained my composure. I looked over at her and watched as she lovingly licked the finger that had been inside my cunny.

“Did Mommy make her little girl feel nice?” she asked.

“Yes, you did… and because you were such a good mommy, I will make you come the next time we are together,” I told her. She was thrilled to hear that.

Angela suggested we exchange phone numbers, but I thought it might be too risky if my mom or dad answered the phone and I wasn’t home. She agreed with my thinking and wrote her number on a piece of paper for me. I promised to call her in a couple of days and arrange a meeting place where she could pick me up and we could go to her condo where we would be safe. She gave another long French kiss, then drove to where my bicycle was. Before I got out, I gave Angela my panties and she gave me hers.

I got home just in time for dinner. In bed later, I thought about my encounter with Angela and soon my hand was inside my pajama bottoms. I jilled off, then fell into a deep sleep.

***

Over the next three days, I lost count of the number of times I made myself come while conjuring up images of our hot parking lot encounter. I decided to make her wait awhile before I phoned, knowing Angela would be anxiously awaiting my call. In my devious little mind I was sure that the longer I made her wait, the more power and control I would be able to exert over her.

On the evening of the fourth day after we met, my parents announced they were going out for the evening and would likely not be back until quite late. I decided this would be an ideal time to make contact with Angela. Once Mom and Dad were gone, I dialed her number.

As soon as she answered, I said in my best little girl voice, “Is that my sexy mommy?”

I liked her response. “Oh Barbie, Mommy has been going crazy, hoping you would call.”

“Are you really hot for your little girl?” I asked her.

“God, yes, sweetheart, you’ve been on my mind almost constantly,” she answered.

“How many times have you played with yourself since we were together?” I asked.

“I can’t remember, but every night when I get into bed, my hand is inside my panties.”

I asked her what she thought about when she masturbated, and other questions designed to elevate her level of arousal. After several minutes of sexy conversation, she said, “I have to put my little girl Cheryl to bed, sweetheart. Will you call me back in ten minutes?”

“I will, Mommy, but I want you to take off all your clothes first… and get those panties I gave you when I call back. You still have them, don’t you?”

She said, “Yes I do, Barbie. I love to smell them when I’m in bed at night. I’ll be ready when you call.”

When I hung up, my panties were very wet. I loved this sense of power that I had over this lady who was almost as old as my real mommy.

I went to the closet where I had hidden Angela’s panties, placed the crotch under my nose and inhaled deeply. I could still smell the musky odor of her pussy, and it was with some difficulty that I was able to resist the temptation to jill off.

I waited for about half an hour before I picked up the phone, knowing she would be in a frenzy because I hadn’t called back when I said I would. I felt so deliciously wicked.

She picked up the phone after the first ring and said, “Thank God, Barbie. I have been sitting by the phone for the last twenty minutes, waiting for you to call.”

I asked her if she was naked, and if she had my soiled panties as I’d instructed.

She said, “Yes, Barbie. I always want to do what my little girl tells me to do.”

I told her to sniff the crotch of my knickers.

She said, “They smell beautiful.”

“Feel your pussy, Mommy. How wet are you?”

“Oh, Barbie, my pussy is gushing.”

“Okay, now we’re going to jill off together. I want us to try to come at the same time.”

“That sounds lovely, sweetheart. I’m ready.”

Angela came just shortly before I did, but it was a beautiful climax for both of us.

After we regained our respective composures, Angela told me that she wanted to get together again soon. We agreed she would meet me at the mall on Saturday morning, as her daughter would be at her dancing class, then we could go back to her apartment and have a couple of hours together before she had to pick up her daughter at noon.

“I love you, Barbie,” she said.

“That’s sweet. I’m very happy that you’re my new mommy,” I told her. We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up.

I felt exhausted and went to bed after a hot shower. I was surprised to find myself still feeling horny, and masturbated again before I fell asleep.

***

On Saturday morning, I told Mom I was meeting a friend at the mall. When Angela arrived, I was waiting at the agreed-on rest area.

I looked up and saw Angela walking toward me. My cunny was already damp as I thought about what was going to happen.

We didn’t waste any time, and were soon in Angela’s car on the way to her apartment. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, I reached over, put my hand on her thigh and squeezed it lightly.

“Oh, Barbie, that feels so nice,” she said in little more than a whisper. As we continued on our way to her place I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt. Slowly I moved my fingers upward until I was just a few inches from her crotch. “Please, sweetheart, wait until we get to my place,” she said.

I was the one in control, so I ignored Angela’s protestations and kept moving my hand higher. I was expecting to come in contact with her panties, but was surprised to find out that she wasn’t wearing any. My middle finger slipped easily between the lips of her slippery cunt.

“Oh my goodness… my dirty mommy forgot to put on her panties,” I said. I began slowly finger fucking her. “Do you think that dirty mommies like you deserved to be punished?”

Angela just smiled and said, “If you think I need to be punished, you can do it when we get to my place.” That was just what I hoped would happen.

I knew she was close to orgasm, but I didn’t want her to get off just yet. So I removed my finger and, after I sniffed it, brought it to her lips. She greedily sucked the juices off my finger. What a dirty pervert my new mommy is, I thought to myself. Just the kind of parent I always wanted. 

When we arrived at the apartment, Angela was at me like a hungry animal. As she held me tightly and kissed me, her hand found its way into my jeans.

It was time for me to take control of the situation. I broke away from her embrace and said, “Now take off your clothes.” Clearly shaken, she proceeded to take off her blouse, her bra, her skirt and finally her shoes.

I sat down in the closest chair and told her to lie across my lap. She did not hesitate to do as she was told. I looked down and saw this thirty-something woman acting like a docile child who knew she’d been naughty and was deserving of punishment.

Angela had a nice plump ass, and I delighted in running my hands over the soft skin before I pried the cheeks apart and studied her puckered rosebud. Then I brought my hand down hard on her ass, and she began to sob.

For the next few seconds, I spanked her as hard as I could. I could hardly believe how turned on I was by having this woman at my mercy. I continued spanking Angela until my hand was getting sore and her cheeks were a nice rosy red.

“I think you’re a fucking slut, Mommy. Are you?”

“Yes, Barbie,” she answered.

I shoved two, and then three fingers into Angela’s pussy and began to finger fuck her, hard and deep. I continued my assault until I knew she was close to coming. She began to push her cunt against my invading fingers and then I pulled my fingers out.

“Please, Barbie, make me come. I am so close,” she whimpered.

“You can come after you make your little girl feel good,” I told her.

Positioning herself between my legs, Angela pulled down my jeans, then my panties. She proceeded to go down on me until I exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.

Once I regained the ability to move and speak, I rewarded Angela by licking her cunt for the first time. She came in my mouth.

We continued to meet each Saturday morning at the mall, and I grew more and more in control of my sexy new mommy with each hour we spent together.

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by Ebo

Dana woke up to an empty bed, but she could still smell her stepmother’s shampoo on the pillow beside her. Smiling, she pulled it to her face, inhaled deeply the scent of the woman. With an excited giggle, she hugged the pillow tightly, remembered how it had felt to hold the woman in her arms and not just the pillow that smelled like her.

Tossing the pillow aside, she sat up and looked down at her naked body. Nothing much had changed, which kind of surprised her. After last night, she thought she should look different somehow. After all, she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

The thought brought another giggle to her lips and she hurriedly got out of bed. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she admired her reflection. Her legs were still coltishly long; her hips still kind of narrow; her belly flat; her breasts upswept and little more than handfuls; and her backside pert and round. She didn’t look any different than she had yesterday.

Shrugging, she slipped into her robe and headed to the bathroom to begin her morning ritual. She brushed her teeth, then grabbed a quick shower. The hot water washed away the last of the sleep that clung to her and she felt like a million bucks by the time she cut off the water and reached for a towel. With the towel wrapped around her and tucked between her breasts, she wiped the steamy mirror. She looked at her reflection, then reached for her brush. She fiddled with her hair until she had it just right, then glanced at her little makeup kit. Giving in, she put on some lip gloss and just a little eyeliner, then swiped on some mascara. Closing the lid on the kit, she had to shake her head and smile.

Most Saturday mornings, she wouldn’t even have bothered with brushing her hair, let alone putting on makeup. It said a lot about her frame of mind this morning. She wanted to look good for Penny.

Back in her robe, she went to her room to change. Standing in front of her closet, she didn’t know what to wear. She wanted to wear something cute but didn’t want to seem like she was deliberately dressing up for her stepmother. Still staring at her clothes hanging in the closet, she wondered what it was going to be like now, living under the same roof with Penny. If just getting dressed for a lazy day Saturday required this much thought… Things were definitely going to be different now.

Shaking off the thought, she grabbed a t-shirt and went to her dresser for some underwear and a pair of jeans. She got dressed, made one last check in the mirror. She loved the jeans, liked the way they clung in all the right places.

Smiling, she wondered if Penny would notice.

Taking a deep breath, she left her room and went in search of Penny. Her stepmother was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and staring off into space. So lost in thought, she didn’t notice Dana enter the room and step up to the center island. She blinked a few times as Dana waved a hand in front of her face, then grinned sheepishly at the teenager.

“Hey, kiddo,” Penny said.

“Hey. Been up a while,” Dana asked, looking around the kitchen. The dishes that were in the sink had been put up and she could hear the hum of the dryer in the laundry nook. Glancing at the mug in front of her stepmother, then at the half-empty coffee pot, she figured it was at least her second cup.

Frowning, she wondered what had the woman up so early. Dana hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts about what they had done last night. She wanted Penny to be as excited by the turn their relationship had taken. Needed her to be.

“Yeah,” Penny said, smiling at her.

Seeing that smile, Dana really wanted to cross the room and kiss her, to feel those lips pressed against her own, but she didn’t know if Penny would welcome it. Their relationship had changed drastically after last night, and Dana didn’t know the dynamics of the new one, not yet.

Instead, she went to the cabinet and got a glass, then poured herself some orange juice. Glass in hand, she sat across from her stepmother. Taking a sip, she grimaced at the bitter combination of toothpaste and orange juice. She pushed the glass aside and looked at her stepmother.

“I think we need to talk about last night,” Dana said, nervously. Her hands knotted in her lap and she fidgeted as Penny looked at her.

“Yeah, I guess we do,” Penny said, giving her a smile.

“Are you still okay with what we did?” Dana asked, holding her breath. She crossed her fingers out of sight.

Penny snorted, then started laughing, “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

Grinning, Dana said, “Well, I asked you first.”

The laughter dried up and her stepmother looked at her for a long moment. Finally, she sighed and said, “It isn’t an easy question to answer.”

“What do you mean,” Dana asked, frowning.

“Dana, last night was amazing, wonderful,” Penny said, taking her hand across the island, “I haven’t felt like that in a long time.”

“Why am I sensing a ‘but’ coming,” Dana asked.

“It’s just… have you really thought about what we did last night?”

“Um…” Dana said, frowning. She could tell something was bothering the woman and she took a moment to think about what it could be.

Before she could really get a chance, Penny went on, “I cheated on your father, Dana.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her eyes widening. She really hadn’t thought about Penny’s infidelity. So wrapped up in the heat of the moment, she hadn’t really thought about her father. Now, guilt came crashing down.

Putting a hand to her mouth and looking away from Penny, she thought, Oh God, I’m a horrible daughter.

She had slept with her father’s wife, had betrayed his trust. She got this sick, roiling feeling in her gut and she thought she might throw up. The sip of orange juice she had taken soured in her stomach and she grimaced.

Penny squeezed her hand, made her look up. She gave Dana a sympathetic smile. Dana saw in her stepmother’s eyes that she understood. It didn’t make her feel any better.

Her stepmother’s smile became a sad one and she shook her head, “I’ve been sitting here, thinking… how did last night happen? I love your father, Dana. I really do, but I keep circling the thought that if I was happy — truly happy — how could this have happened? It’s not just last night, either. If I was truly happy in my marriage, why would I have been flirting with you in the first place?”

Dana saw the question was eating at Penny, but she didn’t know what to say. She had thought Penny was happy, completely oblivious to the quiet erosion of her marital bliss. Now, she was surprised she had missed it. Little things she had overlooked became glaringly obvious.

“Your father… he’s not the same anymore. He used to be… I don’t know. It’s like even when he is here–” Penny started to say but Dana finished the thought for her.

“He’s not,” Dana said, nodding. She had thought much the same thing on a couple of occasions. He always seemed distracted, wrapped up in his work these days.

Penny looked at her in surprise, then said, “I should have guessed that you’d noticed it, too. He used to be so spontaneous, just bring flowers for no reason. And affectionate. He could be so romantic. But now it’s like…”

“He’s just phoning it in,” Dana said, a little bitterness creeping into her voice. She knew exactly what Penny was talking about. Her father used to surprise her with little gifts or take her to the movies. Just spend time with her. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d done any of those things.

“Yeah,” Penny said, sighing. Some of her frustration had crept into her voice and she had to look away when she noticed Dana had heard it. Looking down at her mug of coffee, she fiddled distractedly with the porcelain handle. When she finally looked back up, Dana saw a loneliness in her eyes, an uncertainty about the future of her marriage. Dana’s heart broke for her a little and she felt tears sting her own eyes.

Taking a deep breath to get herself under control, Dana asked, “Where does that leave us?”

Rubbing the back of her neck, Penny said, “I don’t know.”

“What are you going to do about Dad?” Dana asked.

With a sad little laugh, Penny said, “I don’t know that, either.”

Dana gave her a sympathetic smile and squeezed her hand, which was about all the help she had to give. She didn’t know what she should do, either. Penny must have seen it in her eyes because she gave Dana an appreciative smile.

“What a mess, right?” Penny said, laughing and shaking her head.

“Yeah,” Dana agreed.

From the laundry nook came the buzzer on the dryer. Penny glanced that way, then back at Dana. She looked relieved for the distraction.

She said, “Do you have anything that needs to be washed?”

“Um, probably,” Dana said.

“Go grab it,” Penny said, pushing away from the island. She headed for the laundry nook. Dana watched her walk away, admired the tick of Penny’s backside in the yoga pants she wore. She looked really good in those, Dana thought.

A smile spread on her face as she realized she was staring at Penny. She felt a little pang of guilt, but it didn’t stop her from looking. After all, she found Penny irresistible.

Shaking her head, she went upstairs for her dirty clothes. Hamper in hand, she headed for the laundry nook. She found Penny bent over in front of the dryer, fishing clothes out. She paused just inside the door to admire the view. She loved the way the stretchy material molded to Penny’s round backside, revealed more than it hid. A flush of excitement came over her at the thought of running her hands over her buttocks.

Penny must have seen her out of the corner of her eye, said, “Want to help me fold these?”

“Um, sure,” Dana said, her face red from getting caught. It was a very intimate little space and they were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Dana could smell her stepmother’s perfume, which didn’t help her horniness.

“Why don’t you go ahead and load your clothes, then you can help me,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“All right,” Dana said, opening the lid to the washer. She started picking out like colors, loading them into the machine. When she had enough for a load, she reached up on the shelf for the laundry detergent. It was almost out of reach and she had to get up on tiptoe to reach it. Finally, her fingers closed around the handle, which is when she felt eyes on her. Turning her head, she caught Penny looking at her, realized the woman had been checking her out.

Hurriedly, Penny looked away, her face flushed. Dana couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she pulled the bottle down, twisted off the lid. Her heart was beating faster as she glanced sideways at Penny and saw the woman was very deliberately not looking at her. She was a little ashamed at how much she liked it.

Dana splashed some green liquid from the bottle onto her clothes, then recapped it. She got up on tiptoe again, stretching to put the detergent back on the shelf. She hoped she’d feel her stepmother’s eyes on her. She hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until she felt Penny looking at her, again, and it escaped as a nervous giggle.

Penny gave her a smile, said, “Sorry. You just look really good in those jeans.”

“It’s okay,” Dana said, laughing, “I was staring at your ass in the yoga pants.”

“Language, young lady,” Penny said, grinning.

“Yes, Mother,” Dana said, laughing. She gave Penny a playful roll of her eyes.

“Oh, God,” Penny said, laughing.

Winking at her, Dana closed the washer, twisted the knob to start the machine. As water began to run inside, she leaned against it, looking at Penny. She couldn’t help thinking her father was an idiot for neglecting such a beautiful woman.

Penny caught her looking said, “You better stop that. A look like that could get both of us in trouble.”

Dana smiled and said, “I was just thinking… Dad’s an idiot.”

Penny inhaled sharply, looking at her. Dana’s heart skipped a few beats seeing the desire in her eyes. She knew she was playing with fire, again, but she didn’t care if she got burned.

Maybe Penny saw it in her eyes, the longing. Her hands were shaking as she looked away and tried to fold another shirt. She finally gave up, just leaned against the dryer with her eyes closed. Dana watched her struggle with something, finally giving in. The look in her eyes when she finally turned to Dana made her heart knock around her rib cage.

There wasn’t much space in the laundry nook and the tension between them was building up until Dana could almost feel it pressing against her back, pushing her toward her stepmother. Then her stepmother was pressed against her, her arms slipping around Dana’s neck. The first kiss made her knees a little weak and she was glad she was leaning against the washing machine for support.

Dana forgot to feel guilty, reveling in the warmth of the woman, the scent of her. She found herself responding to the feel of her lean body molded against her own. The kisses became urgent and Dana couldn’t keep her hands from roaming over Penny’s back, down to squeeze the backside that grabbed her attention earlier.

The washing machine finished filling up and started it’s first cycle, startling her a little. It started vibrating against her hip. She shivered a little as the vibrations translated through her whole body.

Penny caught her off guard and she gasped as the woman scooped her up and sat her on the machine. The vibrations were even stronger now and she giggled as it started to feel kind of good. She bit her lip and looked at Penny. The smile her stepmother gave her told her that Penny knew what she was doing. Or more accurately, knew what the washing machine was doing to her. The first moan kind of caught her off guard.

Her hands on Dana’s knees, Penny gently spread Dana’s legs and moved between them until the teenager’s knees were poking out behind her. She leaned in to kiss Dana, teased her tongue into her mouth. Her hands slid up Dana’s thighs, then her flanks to cup her breasts through the thin t-shirt she wore. Dana’s nipples stiffened under the attention, grew tender. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into Penny’s hands. She bit her lip and groaned thickly.

Dana scooted forward more, wrapped her legs around her stepmother’s waist and crossed her ankles. Without breaking the kiss, her own hand found one of Penny’s breasts, cupped it. She felt the nipple stiffen against her palm as Penny’s body responded. Penny moaned into her mouth.

Pulling back from the kiss, Penny held her arms over her head. Grinning, Dana helped her out of her shirt, saw the woman hadn’t bothered with a bra after leaving her side this morning. Her hands found Penny’s breasts again.

Her stepmother’s fingers hooked into the hem of her shirt and Dana let her remove it, toss it aside. Penny’s gaze was hot on her bare breasts and it kind of excited her. She loved when Penny looked at her like that, with hungry eyes. Then her hands were on her young body, teasing another moan from her.

Penny kissed her again and Dana let her tongue into her mouth. She tasted like coffee but Dana didn’t mind, kissed her back passionately. The washer came to the end of one cycle, the vibrations falling off as fresh water started filling the machine. Dana missed the buzzing that had worked its way from the washing machine into and through her but Penny stole her attention from its absence when her hand slipped from her breast, down her belly and onto the slight mound of her girlhood. Even through the thick denim of her jeans, the massaging of her fingers sent little shivers of pleasure through her young body. She had to break the kiss as a moan tore from her slack mouth.

Dana let her own hand slip between Penny’s thighs, making lazy circles against the woman’s sex. She smiled at the change in the woman’s breathing, the first moan slipping from her. Penny’s hips began to undulate, grinding against her hand. Dana saw her face screw up in pleasure.

There was a loud click, then the washing machine really started rocking and rolling beneath her. The strong vibrations washed through her and she couldn’t stop moaning. Coupled with Penny’s massaging fingers, the sensation was almost too intense to bear.

Penny saw how much trouble she was in, gave her a playful smile and said, “Who said doing laundry can’t be fun?”

“Oh, God,” Dana said, with a laugh that was half a moan, “this feels so good.”

“First time experiencing the spin cycle?” Penny asked, her smile widening.

“Yeah,” Dana moaned.

“Really? I used to love sitting on the washing machine when I was your age. Almost as good as a vibrator,” Penny said, then laughed, “My adopted mom used to say these things should come with a warning, ‘Don’t let your daughters sit on the washing machine, they might never get off.’”

“You don’t have to worry about me getting off,” Dana said, then blushed at Penny’s startled laugh.

“You like this, huh?” Penny said, still laughing.

“Oh God, yeah,” Dana said, a moan slipping from her for emphasis.

Grinning, Penny said, “Well, you have about five more minutes.”

Dana thought that was going to be more than enough time. The rattling of the washing machine had her tiptoeing along the edge already and the pressure of Penny’s fingers against the crotch of her jeans had her hips bucking. Her little cries of pleasure were getting louder, no longer drowned out by the noisy machine. She wrapped her arms around Penny’s neck and held on as she felt the tension start to gather in her body. She pressed her face against Penny’s shoulder, gasping as she came. Her fingers dug into Penny’s shoulders as her body went crazy.

She had to hop off the vibrating machine, its shaking and rattling too much for her now very sensitive body. Her legs were a little wobbly and she had to cling to her stepmother.

Laughing in amazement, she kissed Penny.

Penny grinned at her when they finally broke the kiss, said, “I’m not going to have any problems with you doing your laundry anymore, am I?”

“That was intense,” Dana said, laughing.

Penny looked at her for a long moment, then said, “Come on. Laundry can wait.”

“Where are we going?” Dana asked, as her stepmother took her hand and led her out of the laundry nook.

“Your room,” Penny said and Dana could hear the smile in her voice even if she couldn’t see it.

Following Penny up the stairs, Dana watched the tick of her backside. Even after just coming a few minutes ago, she felt herself getting turned on again. The fact that she had a pretty good idea what Penny had in mind only made it worse.

Shaking her head, she thought, Sorry, Dad.

Just outside Dana’s room, Penny turned into the girl, put both arms around her neck. She kissed Dana deeply, let it linger until Dana felt a little lightheaded.

Penny finally broke the kiss, pulled back to arm’s length. With a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, she said, “I’m going to grab something from my room. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Dana said, her voice a little husky from the kiss.

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes while I’m gone?” Penny called over her shoulder as she headed for the master bedroom. Dana watched her go for a second, smiling and shaking her head.

Finally, she ducked into her room, unbuttoning her jeans as she went. She shimmied out of them, then her panties. Naked, she stretched out on the bed. She started on her back, then tried on her side. She wanted to look sexy when Penny came back, but she just felt foolish. She didn’t have a clue how to be seductive.

Penny came back before she settled on a pose, but the way the woman was smiling told her that it didn’t matter. She felt a shiver of excitement work through her.

Her stepmother came to the bed, leaned over to give her a playful kiss. Her face only inches away, Penny smiled and asked, “You wrote a couple of stories about girls finding their mother’s vibrator.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, wishing Penny would kiss her again. Her lips were so close, tantalizingly close.

“I was wondering,” Penny asked, a playful smile just tugging at the corners of her mouth, “how you knew what it felt like. Did you just research it like the rest of your stories?”

Dana gave her an embarrassed smile, said, “Um, not exactly.”

“Really? Do tell,” Penny said, her smile widening.

“I used my toothbrush,” Dana said, blushing when Penny started laughing.

She had an electric toothbrush that had a curiously strong vibration. She had felt kind of foolish at first, sneaking it into her room then pressing it to the crotch of her panties late at night, but, then it had started to feel really good. She shivered thinking about the intense orgasm she had had, then again about the dozen or so times she had taken her toothbrush to bed, again.

“Oh, I’d never have thought of that. Then again, they didn’t have electric toothbrushes when I was your age,” her stepmother said, laughing

“Worked,” Dana said, her face hot.

“I bet it did,” Penny said, grinning and pulling her hand from behind her back, ” but I thought you might have found this.”

Dana started laughing when she saw the vibrator in her stepmother’s hand. She met Penny’s eyes and the woman winked at her. Dana took the toy from her, looked it over. She had never seen one in real life, though it looked curiously simple. All it was was a pink shaft tapered at one end with a black knob on the other. Nothing special. Could it really feel as good as some of the stories she had read made it sound?

While she had been looking at the toy, Penny had straightened up and shimmied out of her yoga pants. Dana glanced away from the vibrator as she felt her stepmother’s body weight settle onto the mattress. Penny moved close and she finally got her wish as her stepmother kissed her deeply, again.

Penny took the vibrator from her slack fingers, twisted the knob until it came buzzing to life. Dana looked from it to her stepmother, biting her lower lip. She asked, “What’s your plan for that?”

“Let’s call it ‘research’,” Penny said, kissing her.

Her stepmother put her hand on Dana’s shoulder, urged her to roll onto her back, never breaking the kiss. Dana shivered when Penny pressed the buzzing toy against her neck, traced it along her collar bone. She had to bite back a giggle as the vibrator slipped lower, made lazy circles around her nipple until it stiffened. Then Penny’s mouth was on her breast, her tongue teasing it until she groaned.

She didn’t notice the toy slipping down her stomach, her attention on what Penny’s mouth was doing to her. She gasped when the vibrator found her bud and her hips bucked and her thighs squeezed around the intense sensation. Penny moved between her legs, gently spreading them wide. The toy was sending shockwaves through her young body and she couldn’t stop gasping.

“Better than your toothbrush,” Penny asked, caressing Dana’s thighs with her free hand.

Dana nodded, couldn’t catch her breath to answer. The toy had her in a state, had her hips gyrating and her stomach clenching. She could feel the vibrations all through her body, not just between her thighs. Her fingers were knotted in the sheets as she held on for dear life.

The toy slipped from her bud and Penny ran it along the inside of her thighs, teasing her. A little flustered, Dana wanted her to put it back. Instead, Penny lowered her mouth to Dana’s girlhood. Her hot, wet tongue felt wonderful on Dana’s tender clit, teased moan after moan from her slack mouth. She forgot all about the vibrator.

At least, until it slipped from her thighs to torture her bud again. Penny’s mouth moved higher, leaving a trail of moist kisses up her stomach. Her skin tingled everywhere her lips touched and she writhed at their caress. Then Penny kissed her, her tongue insistent.

Dana was a little dizzy, too many wonderful things happening to her all at once. Her body couldn’t separate the sensations any longer. They became one mind-blowing feeling that she hoped would never end.

Almost the same instant that thought entered her mind, she felt her body start to gather tension for another orgasm. Penny must have sensed because she pulled the toy away before she could come.

“Not yet,” Penny said, kissing her one more time.

Dana’s hips moved but the toy wasn’t returned. She had been so close, her body frustrated by the lack of stimulus. It craved the vibrations of the toy, the release it promised.

Penny saw it, winked at her. Her lips caressed the curve of Dana’s neck, then her collar bone. Dana felt a shiver of excitement work through her as Penny kept kissing her way lower. She was holding her breath in anticipation by the time her lips brushed just below her navel. Penny kissed her way down the hollow of Dana’s hip, getting closer and closer.

When Penny finally made it to the swell of her girlhood, Dana’s pent up breath rushed out of her in a moan. Penny took her time, the caress of her tongue maddeningly slow. She had Dana right on the edge again, but wouldn’t let her come. Dana rolled her hips against her mouth, all but begging to be allowed to climax without saying the words.

The vibrator pressed just above her bud, the buzzing sending shivers all through her young body. Penny’s tongue didn’t stop its slow torture and the two sensations had her writhing in ecstasy. She was going to come, couldn’t stop if she tried. Penny let her this time, pushed her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Her orgasm was so intense, it nearly folded her in half, rocked her into a sitting position. She hastily pulled the vibrator away, the buzzing suddenly too intense to bear.

Collapsing to her back, she laughed, “Holy shit!”

Penny grinned at her, said, “I’ll forgive the language this time.”

Dana gave her a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry.”

“It’s understandable,” Penny said, leaning in for a kiss.

Brushing the hair from her sweaty forehead, Dana said, “I know what I want for Christmas now.”

Laughing, Penny said, “Not exactly a gift I can put under the tree.”

“I guess not,” Dana said, laughing at the mental image of her father’s face when she opened her shiny new sex toy on Christmas morning.

Penny stretched out beside her and Dana moved against her. She put her head on her stepmother’s shoulder, took the vibrator from her. The toy buzzed in her hand, tickled her palm. She let it trail down Penny’s taut stomach and onto the slight mound of her sex. Penny sighed as the vibrations found her clit and her hips began to move. Propping up on her elbows, Dana watched Penny’s reaction to the vibrator. She found the flex of her body incredibly sexy.

Covering Dana’s hand with one of her own, Penny moved the vibrator lower. It eased inside of the woman and Penny moaned thickly as it bit deep. Dana glanced at Penny, saw the look on enjoyment on her face. Each time she thrust the toy into Penny, the woman would moan, her face pulled in a rictus of pleasure.

Dana got to her hands and knees and leaned down to kiss Penny. Pulling back, she grinned at the woman, then moved between her spread legs. Penny propped up on her elbows as Dana’s mouth found her undulating sex. Her head fell back loosely on her neck as Dana’s tongue teased her bud. Dana had to smile as Penny’s little cries grew louder and louder.

Sensing the woman was ready for it, Dana let her thrusts come faster. Penny collapsed to her back, her body writhing. Cupping her breasts, Penny teased them until she arched her back off the bed.

“God, this feels so good,” Penny said around a moan. One of her hands slipped from her breast, down her stomach, and into Dana’s hair. It slipped around to the back of Dana’s head, knotted in her hair there.

Dana had to smile at the not too subtle hint; Penny didn’t want her to stop what she was doing. She trapped the woman’s clitoral hood with her lips, gently sucked on it. Penny moaned, her fingers tightening more in Dana’s hair. The flick of her tongue had Penny’s hips undulating against her mouth. It was making it hard to keep her mouth to the woman’s sex. Dana used her free hand to trap one of her thighs, held on for dear life.

“Just like that,” Penny breathed, her head tossing.

Her cries became urgent, sharper. Dana sensed the woman’s body gathering tension, saw it in the contraction of her stomach. She pushed her stepmother closer and closer to the edge of release, thrusting the vibrator faster and pressing harder with her tongue.

“Oh, Daannaa,” Penny cried as she climaxed, her whole body clenching up. It nearly shook her to pieces. Dana eased the toy from Penny’s spasming sex, making the woman gasp and her hips jerk sharply. She used her tongue to keep those lovely feelings ebbing through her stepmother, making lazy circles around her bud.

Dana eventually twisted the knob on the vibrator, tossed it on the bed beside Penny. She crawled up the woman’s supine body, leaned in for a kiss. She stretched out on her side next to Penny, snuggled against her. Penny pulled her close, her arm around Dana’s neck. They stayed like that a while, neither one speaking.

Suddenly, Penny gave a little laugh, said, “You know, I tried to convince myself last night was a one-time thing. Maybe I’d get it out of my system and could move on. I think the plan backfired, though.”

“Yeah, I’m irresistible,” Dana teased, grinning at her stepmother.

Laughing, Penny gave her a quick kiss, then said, “You ARE irresistible. So beautiful.”

“You forgot ‘great in the sack’,” Dana said, smiling at the compliment.

“And great in the sack,” Penny said, laughing.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself,” Dana said.

“You’re just saying that,” Penny said, playfully.

Meeting her stepmother’s eyes, she said, “No, I’m not.”

Penny favored her with a warm smile, then kissed her deeply. When their lips finally parted, Penny said, “You are going to be trouble for me.”

“Probably,” Dana said, grinning.

“Well, Trouble,” Penny said, laughing, “I’m starving. Help me make breakfast?”

“Okay,” Dana said, sitting up.

Not bothering to get dressed, they headed back downstairs. Dana got a naughty little shiver working up her spine at walking around the house naked with Penny. It was a little dangerous, exciting. There was always a chance of her father coming home early from his trip or one of Penny’s friends dropping by unexpectedly.

“I’m thinking pancakes,” Penny said, as they passed through the arch and into the kitchen. “Sound good to you?”

“Perfect,” Dana said, her stomach gurgling right on cue. Penny made the best pancakes, so light and fluffy they practically melted in her mouth.

“Grab the big mixing bowl,” Penny said, going to the refrigerator for eggs and buttermilk. Dana found the bowl, set it on the counter, then watched Penny fish the flour out of the pantry. Penny sat the flour down, then said, “Want to make the batter?”

“Um,” Dana said, then shrugged, “I guess.”

Smiling, Penny said, “Grab the measuring cups.”

Dana found them in a drawer near the sink, then Penny walked her through making the batter. It was a little surreal, a weird mix of a mother/daughter bonding moment and lovers playing together. Penny’s arm was around her shoulder, her naked body pressed against Dana’s flank, a constant distraction from the touching family moment. Dana realized it was the perfect summation of their relationship; stepmother and stepdaughter yet lovers, Penny a amalgamation of her parent and partner.

It was a curiously comforting thought and Dana felt doubly loved. It was the love of a parent and child but also that of two people who had been intimate. She was smiling the whole time she folded the batter in on itself.

“That looks perfect,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“Is this the recipe you always use,” Dana asked, her mouth-watering at the thought of the golden cakes the batter would produce.

“Yeah,” Penny said, giving her a squeeze, “the one my adopted mother taught me.”

Laughing, Dana said, “This is kind of weird, right?”

“A little,” Penny said, laughing herself, “never thought I’d be naked when I taught you how to cook.”

Dana felt a burst of warmth for the woman. She still missed her mother sometimes but Penny had a special place in her heart. The woman had always been there to kiss her skinned knees and offer her advice. She turned into the woman, gave her a fierce squeeze. Surprised, Penny took a second to recover, then hugged her back.

“I love you, Penny,” Dana said, still holding on tight.

“I love you, too, Sweetie,” Penny said, her voice thick with emotion.

Releasing her stepmother, Dana gave her a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry. Pancakes make me emotional.”

Dana saw tears in Penny’s eyes, knew she had touched the woman. A little embarrassed, she turned away, said, “Um, now what?”

“Um, find the big skillet,” Penny said, taking a deep breath to get herself under control. Out of the corner of her eye, Dana saw Penny wipe a tear away. By the time Dana had the skillet on the stove, Penny was okay.

Penny walked her through the rest of the process and they sat at the island with a stack of pancakes each. Doused in butter and syrup, the pancakes were delicious. With a healthy sense of pride, Dana relished the taste, thought they might even taste better than usual because she had made them.

Some syrup dripped off her bite of pancake and fell on her breast. Looking down at it, she started laughing and used her finger to remove it. She grinned at Penny, said, “I think this is the first time I’ve ever eaten breakfast naked.”

“Actually,” Penny said, laughing, “it isn’t. Although, it has been a while.”

“You used to let me run around naked,” Dana asked, tsking.

“Let you? Until you were about six, it was a struggle to keep you in clothes. Your dad and I used to call you the Little Nudist.”

Dana had to laugh. She actually remembered Penny chasing her butt naked around the house more than once.

“Come to think of it,” Penny said, laughing, “you were naked the first time I met you.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, laughing, “Dad’s face got so red. He had put me in this cute little dress but it didn’t stay on very long.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, both remembering the past. They made short work of breakfast, then the dishes. Penny leaned against the sink, drying her hands on a dishtowel, watching Dana put the dishes up.

“So what do you have planned for today?” Penny asked.

“Nothing really,” Dana said, putting up the last of the dishes. She turned to Penny with a playful smile on her face, said, “Unless you want to help me with some more… research.”

Laughing, Penny said, “You aren’t all ‘researched’ out yet?”

“What can I say?” Dana said, grinning, “I’m a horny teenager.”

Penny moved closer, put her arms around Dana’s neck, and said, “Well, I guess we could do a little more, then. Research, that is.”

Dana had only been teasing, but she felt herself responding to the closeness of Penny’s body. When Penny kissed her, she kissed her back, tasted the syrup on her breath. As the kiss deepened, the space between them evaporated. They didn’t break it until they both had to come up for air. Gasping for air, they grinned at each other.

Penny took her hand and she found herself being led upstairs, again. They turned into Dana’s room, headed straight for the bed. Tumbling onto the mattress, they ended up in each other’s arms and their lips met, again. They laid like that awhile, their bodies a tangled mess, just kissing and exploring each other.

Eventually, Penny urged Dana to roll onto her back, then moved between her spread thighs. She straddled one of Dana’s hips, lowering onto Dana until their bodies were nested together. Smiling down at Dana, she began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding their bodies together deliciously. Dana watched the roll of her hips, loved the flex of her lean body.

It was only their second time together but they found an easy rhythm, one that drove both of them crazy. Dana found it curious how well they moved together, but the wonderful sensations Penny’s body was awakening in hers made it hard to think about anything else.

Her hands roamed over Penny’s hips and thighs, around to cup her round buttocks. She pulled Penny closer, helped the woman really grind their pussies together. The meeting of their bodies was sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

Putting one elbow down, Dana half sat up and Penny met her halfway for a lingering kiss. She could feel the woman’s excitement in the eagerness of the kiss, though it matched her own. It stoked her own desire until it burned even hotter.

Penny’s pace quickened as she became more aroused, her hips really rocking back and forth. Dana met her counter thrust for thrust, rolling her hips up into her stepmother. Sweat broke out on their bodies from their efforts, lubricating the union of their bodies. They moved against each other with ease.

Their cries mingled in the quiet room, growing louder as they pushed each other closer to climax. Among the moans and sighs were little muttered words of encouragement as they strained toward release.

Meeting Dana’s eyes, Penny held her gaze, wouldn’t let her look away. She saw her stepmother’s eyes widen slightly and knew the woman was going to come. Tension was gathering in her own body. Dana saw the recognition in Penny’s eyes, knew that she knew Dana was going to come, too. She took Dana’s hands, interlocked their fingers at the last second.

Penny cried out as she stiffened atop Dana. A half of a heartbeat behind her, Dana climaxed hard, her cry of ecstasy joining Penny’s. Knuckles turned white as they squeezed each others hands in a death grip.

Gasping for air, Penny sprawled on her side beside Dana. Putting a hand to her forehead, she said, “Son of a bitch.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Oh, sure. It’s okay if YOU curse.”

Penny shook her head and grinned, “You can curse if you need to. God, that was incredible.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed, grinning at her.

Still working on catching her breath, Penny said, “I think I can skip my exercises this evening. That was a workout and a half.”

“Definitely worked off the pancakes,” Dana agreed.

Dana was a little surprised when Penny snuggled against her, her lovely body molding against her side. She smiled when her stepmother laid her head on her shoulder. It was usually Dana who wanted to cuddle afterward but this was kind of nice. She put a hand on Penny’s chin, turned her stepmother’s face up so she could kiss her.

They laid like that awhile, in no hurry to get up. Eventually, Penny said, “I could get used to this… and that scares me a little.”

“Why,” Dana asked, giving her a curious smile.

“Your dad is going to be home Monday,” Penny said.

“Yeah,” Dana said, sighing.

“I’m going to miss this,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“I’m sure we’ll get another chance,” Dana said, with a dry little laugh as she thought about her father’s preoccupation with his work, “sadly.”

On to Chapter 6!

By Muffi

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

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A note from JetBoy: This is a two-part story, and the opening chapter you’re about to start reading was originally posted at Juicy Secrets a year ago. Unfortunately, I somehow neglected to post the second half, damn it all. Today, my blunder has been made right. And since those of you who read this opening chapter last year probably don’t recall its precise details, we have chosen to link to it first. So be sure to jump ahead to Part Two when you get to the bottom. Enjoy.

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I had been sitting with Kirsten for about six months when it happened. I won’t call it “babysitting,” because she’s anything but a baby, and it would really upset her if I called her that. Kirsten was nine the first time her mother asked me if I could watch her on a regular basis after school until she got home from work. She paid pretty well, but that wouldn’t have mattered. Kirsten and her mom live next door to us, and I’ve always liked her, ever since they moved in. She’s a really cool kid.

I always thought that the reason Kirsten liked to hang around with me so much was because she just looked up to me. I’m nearly seven years older, so I guess she saw me as almost a grown up, but also still young enough to be cool. It wasn’t until I’d been sitting with her for about six months that I figured out that she had a really, really intense crush on me.

At first, I was kind of freaked out by that. I mean, I’m into girls, but I never even thought about little girls like Kirsten that way. It was pretty weird to think that Kirsten had a crush on me. Once I figured it out though, I couldn’t get rid of the thought. I mean, I know it’s wrong, but still I kept thinking about her having a crush on me, and what it would be like to teach her some things.

I think Kirsten really liked that I always did stuff that I could include her in, and that I didn’t treat her like a little kid, even though she was one. She still is, really, but I don’t tell her that. Even though she’s ten now, and I’m almost seventeen, I still think of her as a little kid. Not like most little kids though. It’s kind of hard to explain. I mean, I know she’s a kid and all, but when we’re together, I can’t help but think of her as a woman.

I can’t help the fact that I’m in love with her, either. I know that sounds pretty stupid, since she’s so young, but it’s the truth.

Anyway, like I said, I’d been sitting with her for about six months when I finally figured out that Kirsten had a thing for me. I’m not stupid or anything, it’s just that I wasn’t looking for it, you know? It’s not like she was somebody my own age or anything. You can always tell when somebody your own age has a crush on you. It’s just that she’s so young, I didn’t figure it out for a while.

Anyway, on the day that everything finally happened, I’d rushed over to Kirsten’s house and run inside. It was going to rain, and from what I could tell, it was going to be a real big storm. I got inside and found Kirsten there waiting for me. She’d already changed out of her school clothes, and she had on a pair of old cut off denim shorts and a pretty tight t-shirt.

When I came in the door, she came running up and gave me a big hug. While she was holding me, I felt her move one hand up so it was pressed between my shoulder blades. Her other hand dropped down, so her arm was wrapped around my hips and her hand was resting on my butt.

I don’t know why that caught my attention that day. She’s hugged me like that before. But for some reason, that day I was especially aware of that little hand on my bottom, and the way she nuzzled her head in between my breasts.

“Hiya, Jess,” she said. She was leaning back now, grinning up at me.

“Hey, Kirsten,” I replied. “How are ya?”

“Pretty good,” she replied. “No homework tonight! Yay!”

“Lucky you,” I said, with a grimace. “I’ve got a ton of it.”

“That sucks!” she said. “Do you have to get it done right away?”

I shook my head. “Nah, it’s okay. I can do it later on tonight.”

“Cool!” Kirsten squealed. “You wanna watch a movie or somethin’? We can’t go anywhere, ‘cos it’s gonna pour.”

“Sure,” I said. “We can do whatever you want.”

“You wanna pick one, or you want me to?” she asked.

“Uhm, you can pick one out,” I said.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s get some popcorn and Coke first, though.”

She broke away from me, and I started the popcorn in the microwave. While I waited, I watched Kirsten as she got ur drinks ready.

Kirsten’s about four-feet, eight inches tall, and I figure she probably weighs about seventy pounds. She’s kind of on the slim side, but not really skinny. Her hair is really curly and long, almost to the middle of her back. She usually wears it in two ponytails up on the sides of her head. It’s light brown, like the color of caramel. She’s got brown eyes, and a pretty mouth with what I guess they call a “pouty” bottom lip. Her nose is small, and it turns up at the end. She’s really cute.

While she was getting glasses down from the cupboard, I suddenly caught myself staring at her butt. That kind of surprised me. But what really surprised me was how beautiful I thought it was. Not just cute, but beautiful. Then when she turned around, I noticed how I could see her nipples under her t-shirt. They were just starting to get that puffy look that girls get when their boobs are getting ready to sprout. I thought that was just the loveliest thing I’d ever seen. This was getting really weird!

Kirsten must have noticed me noticing her chest, because she smiled at me and kind of pushed it out a little.

“My boobs are starting to grow!” she said proudly. Then she asked, “Jess, do you think mine will ever get as nice as yours are?”

“Of course!” I said. “They’re already looking pretty good.”

“You really think so?”

“Yup,” I nodded. She grinned proudly.

“Guess what else?” she said in a dramatic stage whisper.

“What?”

“I’m getting hair down there, too.” She pointed at her crotch. “I don’t have much yet, but it’s starting to grow.”

“That’s great,” I murmured. “You’re really growing up, huh kiddo?”

Kirsten nodded, blushing and smiling shyly.

The popcorn was done, and Kirsten had the sodas poured, so we took everything and went into the living room to watch a movie.

I was really, really surprised at her choice in movies. She pulled out a DVD and stuck it in, and I was shocked when I saw that it was the movie Boys Don’t Cry. If you don’t know the movie, it’s based on a true story about a transgendered girl who tries to live her life as a boy. In the end she winds up being murdered because she’s different.

I was kind of uneasy about letting Kirsten watch it, but she told me that she’d already seen it with her mom, so I figured it must be okay. It just surprised me because it’s such a grown up movie for a little girl to want to watch, especially since she’d already seen it once.

When the movie was done, Kirsten sat next to me, being really quiet. We switched over to the television, and watched some stupid talk show in silence for a couple of minutes. Then she snuggled in next to me, arranging herself so that my arm was around her, and she was resting against my side.

“Jess,” she said, “is it wrong for girls to like other girls? Like in the movie, I mean?”

“I don’t think it is, no,” I said. “But a lot of people do think that way.”

“But why?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I guess because it’s something they don’t understand.”

She was quiet for a few minutes again. Then she snuggled down even closer to me.

“So you don’t think it’s wrong then? If a girl likes girls, I mean?”

“Of course not,” I answered.

“Would you get freaked out if a girl liked you that way?” she asked.

“Nah,” I said. I was trying to avoid the fact that I’m into girls, actually. That was my big secret, one only a couple of other girls knew. At the same time, I was really aware of the fact that Kirsten’s warm little body was pressed up against mine, her head resting on my left breast.

All of a sudden, Kirsten seemed to be really nervous. She pulled away from me, then turned to face me on the couch.

“Hey,” she said, “you wanna see how my hair is starting to grow down there?”

Talk about being surprised! Part of me was thinking, No way! Don’t even go there, Jess! But another part of me really wanted to see. I was annoyed at myself for thinking that way, because she was just a little girl, after all. But I couldn’t stop thinking how cute she was getting, and… well, damn it, I just wanted to see her naked.

“Uhmm… well, I guess.. if you wanna show me, sure,” I said quietly.

Kirsten got serious then. “You promise you won’t laugh at me?”

“Of course not!” I replied. “Why would I laugh?”

“Cos I don’t really have much there yet,” she said. “It’s just that no one’s seen it, and it’s so cool that I’m finally starting to grow hair on my p-pussy!” She giggled, thrilled to be using a grownup word.

“I promise, Kirsten,” I said, “I won’t laugh at you.”

“Okay,” she said. She stood up from the couch then, and turned so she was standing in front of me. I was pretty surprised to find that my heart was beating like crazy, pounding hard and fast.

I watched Kirsten as she unbuttoned her shorts, then pulled the zipper down. She hesitated for a second, blushing, then she shoved her shorts down really fast, and stood looking at me expectantly.

I almost forgot to breathe.

Her little pussy was gorgeous. She’s one of those girls who has a really puffy, plump little mons that seemed to swell just a bit. She was right — she didn’t have much hair yet, but it was definitely there. Just a few dark, very soft looking strands of silken down that perfectly matched the caramel-colored hair on her head. My eyes slowly traveled up her body until I was gazing into her eyes.

Kirsten didn’t say a word. She just stood there, displaying herself to me… and all I could do was stare like an idiot. Finally, I was able to find my voice again.

“I think it’s beautiful,” I told her.

“You’re not just saying that?” she asked. “You really think so?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sweetie,” I said. “I really do think so.”

She blushed. “I’m glad you think that,” she murmured.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Kirsten reached down and tugged her shorts back up. I found myself wanting to ask her to leave them down, to let me look some more. I didn’t, though. I kept my mouth shut. I mean, she was just a kid. I couldn’t even think of going where my head wanted to take me.

When she had her shorts back together, Kirsten came back to the couch and sat down next to me again. She leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. We just sat there, lost in our own thoughts, staring at the television without paying attention. Then I felt her sigh.

“Jess?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I’m gonna be pretty someday?”

I smiled. I couldn’t resist teasing her a little bit. “Nope,” I said.

I felt her head jerk up, and saw her from the corner of my eye, staring up at me in shock. “No?” she said.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

She didn’t know what to say. I let her stew in it for a minute, then I couldn’t help grinning. “No, Kirsten, I don’t think you’re gonna be pretty someday,” I said quietly. “I think you’re beautiful right now.”

I heard her breath catch in her throat for a second. “You mean it, Jess?” she said. “You really, truly think that about me?”

“Yeah, sweetie,” I said. I shifted myself so that I could put my arm around her shoulders, letting her snuggle against my side again. “I really think you’re beautiful.”

Kirsten moved so that her head was resting against my breast; one hand snaked across my belly as she pressed herself in even tighter to me.

“Jess,” she said softly, “c-can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” I said.

“If I tell you,” she said, “you hafta promise you won’t say anything to anybody else. ‘Specially my mom.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” I said.

“Cross your heart?”

I reached up and drew a cross over my heart with one finger. “Hope to die,” I said.

“And you hafta promise you won’t make fun of me, either.”

“I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

She was quiet for a minute, then she heaved a huge sigh. “I — I like girls,” she said.

I hesitated. I didn’t want to make the mistake of taking what she was saying the wrong way. “Well, of you course you do, silly,” I said. “You’re a girl. That just makes sense.”

“No,” she said, “I mean… Well… you know how all the girls go crazy ’bout the Jonas Brothers? How they all think they’re so sexy and stuff? Well, I kinda feel like that ’bout Hilary Duff and Pink. I don’t think boys are sexy. I think girls are.”

All of a sudden, my heart was pounding in my chest again. Careful, Jess, I thought. Just be very careful here.

“Well,” I said, “so what? I mean, it’s okay to like girls like that. You’re still you. It just means you’re a little different from some of your friends. But not that different. Lots of girls like other girls that way.”

“Really?” she said. “So it’s not like, really weird or anything?”

“No, sweetie,” I said. “It’s not weird. Even if some people say it is, it’s not.”

“Then how come all the kids in school say it’s really sick and stuff?”

“Because they don’t understand it,” I said. “They’re scared.”

“I hate that I can’t tell any of my friends about it,” she said, pouting. “They all talk about the sexy guys, and how some of the boys in school are so hot and stuff, and I hafta kinda play along with it and pretend I think that way, too.”

God, was I familiar with that feeling! I thought about myself, and how I’d had to hide the truth from my friends for so long, until I finally was able to confide in a couple of them. I was counting the days until I started college, which was when I planned to come out… and if any of my friends weren’t able to accept me for who I am, that’s their loss. But Kirsten was just a kid. It’d be harder for her, I knew.

“Wanna know a secret?” I asked her.

I felt her nod her head against my boob.

“I like girls that way, too.” I said.

I felt her head move, and I looked down at her. She was staring up at me. “You do?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I do,” I said. “Think about it. Have you ever seen me with a boyfriend?”

She thought for a minute. “No,” she finally said.

“Well, that’s ‘cos I don’t like boys that way. I like girls.” I shrugged. “You can’t help being who you are, Kirsten. Liking girls is just a part of you.”

She was silent again for a minute. “Thanks, Jess,” she said, finally.

“For what?” I asked.

“For tellin’ me. And for not thinkin’ I’m weird or stupid.”

“You’re not weird, and you’re not stupid,” I said. “You’re just you.”

Again, she fell silent for a while. She was still curled into me, her head on my breast, her arm draped over my belly. I had one arm around her, enjoying the warmth of her little body against mine. I reached up and stroked her hair with my fingers.

“Jess… what’s it like?” she asked.

“What’s what like, Sweetie?”

“What’s it like to kiss another girl?”

“It’s amazing,” I smiled. “You’ll love it, I promise.”

Again that long pause while she considered everything she was going through. I knew this had to be really hard for her.

“Can I tell you somethin’ else?” she finally said.

I just nodded.

“I think about kissing you,” she said shyly.

My heart skipped a beat. “You do?”

She nodded. “I think about that a lot.” She hesitated, then continued when I didn’t say anything. “I’ve liked you for a really long time. Ever since I met you. I think about kissing you whenever I… well…” Her voice trailed off.

“When you what, sweetie?”

“When I t-touch myself,” she said shyly. “You know… down there?”

My heart did another skip. I felt it in other places, too. In the pit of my stomach. Between my legs. Especially between my legs. I felt a warm dampness beginning to build in my panties.

She’s a little girl, Jess, I thought anxiously. Be careful here.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I replied. “I had no idea you felt that way about me.”

“It’s okay,” she said with a sigh. “You don’t hafta like me back like that. I know I’m just a kid, an’ I don’t have any boobs or anything yet. I’d be kinda stupid to think you like me back the same way.”

“Kirsten, it’s not that,” I said. “It’s just…” I trailed off.

In about three seconds, years flashed through my mind. I remembered when I was Kirsten’s age, knowing I was different, not knowing what it meant. Being afraid of what I felt. Thinking I was weird or sick because of the things that I thought about when I masturbated. Wanting something, but not knowing exactly what it was. Most of all, how horribly alone and lonely I felt most of the time, because I thought I was so different from everyone else.

It’s just what, Jess? I thought. What is it, exactly? I didn’t have an answer.

Kirsten was looking up at me, waiting for me to finish that thought. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. Very slowly, I shifted position so that I sat facing her. I reached up with both hands and rested them against the sides of her face, staring into her eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I leaned in closer to her. I saw her eyes widen when she figured out what I was going to do, just before I closed my own eyes at the moment that my lips touched hers.

I kissed her softly, gently. No tongue, no deep passion. Not yet. Just a very long, soft, gentle kiss, sucking lightly on her bottom lip.

I felt her stiffen for a moment. Then she relaxed. I felt her hand move and come to rest on my thigh as she sat, perfectly still, letting me linger in that kiss for as long as I wanted to. Truth is, I didn’t want to end it. I could have stayed there, happily, our lips pressed gently together, for the rest of the night. Finally, though, I had to break the sweetness. I pulled my mouth from hers, gently pulling her head into the side of my neck, my arms sliding down to hold her.

I felt her sigh deeply. “That was nice,” she whispered against my neck. Her warm breath made me shiver.

At that moment, we heard her mother’s car pulling into the driveway. Damn it! I thought.

I couldn’t believe what came from my mouth next. I pulled away from Kirsten quickly, her face cupped in my hands again. I stared into her eyes for a moment.

“Kirsten, would you like to stay with me tonight? At my house, I mean?”

Her eyes widened. “You mean it? Like, stay overnight? Really?”

I nodded. She smiled shyly.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good,” I whispered. “Just let me do the talking, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

The front door opened, and Kirsten’s mom Lisa entered the house. We heard her footsteps as she came into the living room.

“Hi, girls,” she said. “How’s everything going?”

“Oh, hi, Lisa,” I said. “Everything’s fine. How was work?”

Lisa came around the couch, and practically collapsed into the recliner. “Long,” she said. “Reeeeally long. I’m exhausted!”

“Oh, that sucks,” I said. Then I put a sheepish look on my face. “Uhmm… I’m afraid I kinda screwed up tonight, Lisa,” I said. “Kirsten and I got all involved in watching a movie, and then we got to talking about stuff, and we never did get started on her homework. But, I have an idea, if it’s okay with you.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Well,” I said, “Kirsten has a lot of math homework. I thought maybe, if it’s okay with you, she could come over to my house for dinner, and then I can help her with her math. And then, if it’s okay, we could have a sleepover.”

Lisa smiled. “You don’t mind spending your whole evening with a nine-year-old?” she asked.

I grinned. “Nah, I like hangin’ out with Kirsten.”

Lisa shrugged. “Well, as long as you promise me that she’ll get all of her homework done, sure. And I can just grab a quick bite and go right to bed. I could use some extra sleep tonight.”

“Awesome!” I said. “Kirsten, you wanna go get some things together? Get your books, and something to sleep in, and some clothes for school tomorrow.”

Kirsten jumped up from the couch, grinning. “Cool!” she said. She spun around and ran off up the stairs.

“Don’t forget your toothbrush!” I shouted after her.

“Jess, thank you,” said Lisa. “It means a lot that you treat Kirsten like an equal. She adores you, y’know. Are you sure your parents won’t mind you bringing company home?”

“No, they won’t mind,” I replied. “And it’s no problem. Kirsten’s a really cool kid. I like spending time with her.”

“Just make sure she gets to sleep at some kind of a reasonable hour, okay?”

“I will.” I grinned at her. “Prob’ly like midnight. You know what a sleepover is like!”

Lisa snickered. “Yes, I do,” she said. “Midnight is more than satisfactory for a sleepover.”

“I promise, she’ll get plenty of sleep, and I’ll make sure she gets off to school on time tomorrow.”

“Thanks again, Jess,” she said. “I really can use the extra rest tonight.”

Kirsten came bouncing down the stairs, her school backpack on her shoulder, and a tote bag with her clothes and stuff in one hand. She came around the recliner and kissed her Mom on the cheek. “Bye, Mom,” she chirped. “I’ll see ya tomorrow night.”

“Good night, baby,” said Lisa. “Have fun… but get to sleep at a decent hour, okay?”

“I will,” giggled Kirsten.

“Night, Lisa,” I said, standing and following Kirsten to the door. “Get some rest. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, girls.”

On to Part Two!

By Thom

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

by Sindy070

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

After Dad left us, my mother and I moved to a warmer part of the country, where Mum got interested in being a naturist after making some new friends, then I got into it myself. Mum and I were really close and I had no problem in being naked around her – she had an amazing figure that I openly admired and aspired to. I was eleven and still a little girl, really, slim with small budding breasts that only needed a training bra, and barely any hair on my mound. Mum had beautiful curves, full breasts and kept her sex shaven smooth.

My mother came out as gay after the end of her marriage when I was six, so I guess it was only natural that as I was becoming aware of sexuality, especially my own, I started to experience thoughts and feelings towards other girls. I had no interest in boys, but girls – well, they gave me special feelings, and I reacted to them naturally by touching myself to fantasies of kissing and cuddling with them. I was no stranger to the concept of lesbianism, as I avidly read books and magazines that Mum owned, and there was certainly enough of it shown on TV, with women who loved women turning up regularly.

Then one day, Mum told me that someone she knew who owned a health spa was going to devote a weekend to naturist women, and she wondered if I wanted to go with her. We could spend a weekend getting pampered and enjoying a swimming pool, sauna, mud baths, massages and more, while being naked in an all-female environment.

“Mum, it sounds wonderful!” I exclaimed, feeling that familiar little twinge between my legs, “I’d love to!”

“Good girl!” she replied happily, giving me a hug that only made that twinge worse and a kiss on the cheek that had me glowing. “I’ll go ahead and book a room for us!”

That particular Friday finally arrived, and when I got home from school Mum had already got everything packed — not that there was that much to bring! All I had to do was get changed into the pretty summer dress Mum had left out for me, and off we went. Fortunately, it wasn’t too long a drive to what turned out to be a country estate with a huge old house in the middle of some beautiful grounds – secluded and secure, absolutely perfect for getting away from it all.

When we walked into the lobby, I was thrilled to see that the beautiful young receptionist was already naked. She smiled so sweetly at me that I nearly melted. Mum signed the register, the receptionist gave us our key cards, then she gave us directions up to our room.

When we entered, the first thing I noticed was that there was only one bed, even if it was the biggest one I’d ever seen!

“Just one bed, then,” I said, setting my bag down.

“Hey, that’s okay, isn’t it?” Mum asked me.

“Sure, Mum, I don’t mind sharing a bed with you!” I replied, earning a look from my mum that I didn’t quite understand.

“Come on then, we’d better undress, then we’ll go back down and check things out,” she said.

So we unpacked and got naked, wearing only flip-flops as we exited our room. We soon encountered other women and girls, including several couples. We passed dozens of them in the halls and corridors, all naked, most of them quite attractive. Of course, the staff was all female, also nude, and I spotted several girls of my age, along with some a bit older.

It was warm outside, so we went out to the pool, left our flip-flops on the side and dived in. I soon gravitated to a small huddle of girls in the shallow end, They were nice and friendly, making me feel welcome right away.

“Is this your first time here?” a girl named Lucy asked me.

“Yeah, it is,” I replied, and some of the others giggled and shared grins. “Why, is there something I missed?”

“Sounds like it, but you’ll figure things out soon enough,” Lucy told me. “Don’t you know why we’re all really here?”

“No, why?” I asked, wondering what she was on about.

“Look around and see,” she told me, so I did.

There were several couples and little groups of people all around and in the pool, and after a few seconds I realised what Lucy meant. Over there were two women on sun loungers who were sharing heated kisses. Nearby was what looked like a mum applying lotion to her daughter, but she was actually rubbing the little girl’s slit. While in the pool a teenage girl, was being hugged from behind by an older woman who was clearly pleasuring the girl beneath the water.

“Oh, wow!” I gasped, open-mouthed at the sight around me, feeling suddenly very, very excited.

I looked around for my mum, quickly spotting her down at the deep end with another woman, both of them sharing deep kisses. Mum saw me and waved, and all I could do was grin back like a fool, my pussy throbbing with excitement.

“The penny drops!” Lucy chuckled as she saw the look on my face, “and you like it, don’t you?”

“I sure do!” I squealed as my new friend moved in closer to me, her hand brushing my nipples under the water.

“Of course you do,” she purred as her hand slid down to caress my slit. “Your mum has brought you here to have sex with us, and her. You’re gonna love every dirty minute, I promise you that!”

I moaned as Lucy rubbed my clit while the others watched, feeling more aroused and horny than I had ever felt before. As I stood there being pleasured by this beautiful young girl, I realised that Mum and the other women were coming over to join us, and only a small part of me was terrified and ashamed – the rest of me was full of lust, excitement and pleasure.

“I see you’ve met my daughter,” the woman chuckled as they reached us, Mum moving through the group to be by my side, kissing me on the lips as she stroked my breasts.

“Are you cool with this, baby?” she asked me, concern and lust both radiating from her face.

“Yes Mummy, I am!” I replied happily, accepting that was happening and what was going to happen, “I’ve wanted this for so long!”

“Me too,” Mum said, kissing me again with such obvious relief and passion that it drew a sigh from everyone around us. All the while Lucy was still playing with me under the water and suddenly I was coming, my mum holding me tightly as Lucy rubbed my clit as I gasped and trembled.

“Come on girls; let’s give them some privacy, eh?” Lucy’s mum suggested, and they moved away as Mum held me tight and kissed me. It felt so good, so right to be doing this, to be embracing Mum and kissing her so passionately, having just been brought to orgasm in front of her.

“Now I know why there’s only one bed!” I whispered, drawing a smile from Mum.

“I’ve wanted to share my bed with you for so long, but I wasn’t sure you’d want to,” she explained as she held me tight her hands all over my little body. “I thought this would be the best way to see if you were into it.”

“Well, I am, Mum,” I assured her as I found myself stroking her wet breasts, “and I will do anything that you want me to do.”

“I love you!” she said and we kissed again, a full-on, tongues-entwined kiss that promised great times ahead.

I don’t know how long we were kissing, but at some point the girls and Lucy’s mum, Sarah, rejoined us and introductions were made. It was decided that Sarah and Lucy would give us a guided tour of the house and the grounds as they had been there a few times before, so we got out of the pool and went for a stroll, Mum and me going hand in hand.

The grounds were beautiful, with lots of landscaping and sleepy little nooks, summer houses and gazebos, and already there were couples and groups out in the sun and giving in to their most base urges – it was so thrilling to see what was clearly a mum , her two little girls and their grandmother making love on a blanket!

Inside the house there was another swimming pool, sports hall, gym, sauna, mud baths, Jacuzzis, massage rooms – everything a discerning woman could need to relax and unwind, essential for what other entertainment might be taking place!

When Mum said we needed to go back to our room for a bit, Sarah laughed. “I bet you do!” she said as she came with us, “Well, we’ll be next door if you need us.” Their room was right next door to ours which, of course, had been planned all along.

Once in our room Mum picked me up and took me over to the bed, laying me down in the middle and looking down at me, the love in her eyes so amazing to see.

“I just want to picture this moment, Cindy,” she said, looking down at me, “the moment I make love to you.”

As she stood there I spread my legs wide, inviting her in, wanting so much to please her. Then she was there, laid out between my thighs and running her hands down to my mound, running her fingertips over my slit. Then her head dropped and I felt Mummy’s tongue lick me up and down, pressing inside as she opened my cunt with her thumbs.

“Oh yesss, Mummy!” I cried out as I felt that wonderful tongue enter me, delving right into my pussy and making me squirm and moan with unalloyed pleasure. My sex was on fire as Mum explored every inch of me, from my tight vaginal opening to my little clit that she expertly teassed from its hiding place. I was groaning and crying out as Mum licked and sucked me until I had the most amazing orgasm, pushing my pussy into her face. I felt such a huge release that it felt like I was peeing, but I couldn’t help myself and I just rode the wave that swept through me.

When the fireworks were over I looked down at Mum and she was smiling contentedly up at me, her face quite soaked – oh God, I’d just peed on my mum!

“I’m sorry, Mummy,” I gasped. “I– I couldn’t help it!”

“Baby, it’s okay, really,” she assured me as she slid up my body to kiss me, “it’s natural, it’s fun, and I liked it.”

We kissed, a strong and loving kiss that only a mother and daughter can experience, pressing our bare bodies together. I wanted to return the favour, to make my mum come like I had and I told her so.

“Baby, you do whatever you want to do with me,” she told me as she rolled off me and onto her back. “My body is yours!”

I knew straight away what I wanted to do — it was something I’d dreamt about for some time. Cuddling up to Mum, I fastened my mouth to her right breast, suckling on her nipple just like I had as an infant. As I drew a moan of pleasure from Mum I let my hand wander down over her tummy to caress her wet pussy lips, rubbing them before slipping in between, finding her opening.

“Oh, God, that’s good!” Mum moaned as I pushed two fingers as far as I could inside her, “you’re a little princess!” Mum’s nipple was swollen and hard in my mouth as I started working my fingers inside her, soon adding another. Her pussy was hot and juicy, and every time I pulled my fingers out, it made these yummy wet sounds.

“Mummy’s gonna come!” she gasped, “Oh God, harder baby, harder, make Mummy come!”

Like a good girl, I did as I was told, pumping my little fingers in and out of her clutching vagina, and with a wail she came, flooding my hand with her love cream. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard and deep, whispering her thanks.

“I love you, baby!” she panted as I pulled my fingers from her drooling hole.

“I love you too, Mummy,” I replied, and we shared the pleasure of sucking her sweet juices from my fingers.

After we spent a while just kissing and cuddling, Mum said we should clean ourselves up, so we got under the shower in the en-suite, where Mum also decided to remove what little pubic hair I had. I liked that, perching on the edge of the bath as Mum used her razor on me until she was sure she’d gotten rid of every stray hair, leaving me baby-smooth.

I hadn’t realised that there was a connecting door between our room and Sarah’s, not until Mum led me through it into their room, where we got a standing ovation from Sarah and Lucy, who had obviously heard our lovemaking.

“Was it as good as it sounded?” Lucy asked me as we shared a kiss, Mum and Sarah doing the same.

“Better,” I smiled as our naked bodies pressed together, “I came so hard I peed on Mum’s face!”

“Yeah, that was a special moment,” Mum sighed, “I’ll never forget it!”

We all laughed and decided to head downstairs, as we were all starting to feel hungry. The dining room was half full as we made our selection from the buffet and sat down to eat, and I took my time in checking out the other diners. Everyone was so beautiful, happy, and friendly, and I got a lot of nods and smiles from people, particularly the older women, but some stunning teenage girls too – their intentions were clear and that really turned me on, to be lusted after so strongly!

“Shall we see if we can get a massage?” Mum suggested when we had finished eating, “something relaxing to start the evening off?”

“We’ll catch up with you later,” Sarah said. “We’ve just seen some long-lost friends, haven’t we Lucy?”

Lucy nodded, her gaze locked on a table nearby where a woman and her two teenage girls sat, who were motioning and gesturing to her.

“Fine, we’ll see you later,” Mum chuckled, so we got up and made our way to the massage rooms where we were in luck – two sexy masseuses were free. This was my first time and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I followed Mum’s lead and lay face down on the table next to hers, and soon I was enjoying the expert touch of the young woman massaging me. Her name was Emma, she was in her early twenties and was a babe with a pretty face and an athletic body with small pert tits.

Emma worked her way down my body from my shoulders to the small of my back, and then worked up from my feet. It was wonderfully relaxing and also quite erotic to feel her slippery hands on my body, and I smiled across at Mum as she received the same treatment from an equally attractive young woman. Emma’s hands were by now working on my inner thighs and she spread my legs a little bit as she slowly moved up to my buttocks.

I sighed and moaned happily, and Mum blew me a kiss as we gazed at each other. It was really hot, watching my mother get massaged by a beautiful naked woman.

Emma’s strong hands were squeezing and working my firm young ass cheeks and her fingers kept moving across my tight little arsehole, making me quiver with pleasure. Then she started to concentrate on that little pink rosebud, and I gasped as she massaged all around the little hole before just easing the tip of her finger inside me.

“Do you like that, Cindy?” Emma asked me softly as her finger moved in a circular motion in my arse.

“Mmm, yes,” I murmured, so Emma pushed a little more into me, up to her second knuckle, moving it about and in and out – oh God, that was wondrous! Looking at Mum, I could see she was enjoying the same treatment, a look of sheer bliss on her beautiful face. My pussy was getting very hot and wet as my bumhole was fingered, and I wondered what would be next – would Emma make me come like this?

The answer to that was no, because Emma slowly removed her finger and asked me to turn over onto my back, Mum following suit beside me. With more oil Emma stated to massage my shoulders, gradually working down until she was rubbing and caressing my budding breasts, smiling down at me all the while. They may not have been very big, but my nipples were still quite sensitive and under Emma’s touch they were soon very stiff. Then she went to work on my legs once more, and I was trembling with anticipation as she worked her way up.

Soon enough Emma’s fingers were rubbing oil into the skin around my smooth slit, smiling sweetly at me as she enjoyed the feel of my young body and the reaction she got from me. From the sounds Mum was making I knew she was receiving the same wonderful treatment, but I didn’t look – I couldn’t tear myself away from Emma and her pretty blue eyes. As I gazed up at her I gasped as Emma’s fingers rubbed the join of my outer lips, pressing harder and harder until she split them open and dipped a slippery finger inside.

With her spare hand she poured some more oil onto me, right on the top of my slit, and she let it flow down around and into my pussy before working it into me. I was writhing and moaning softly as I stared into her eyes — finding that feeling and not seeing what she was doing somehow added an edge to it. I felt her nimble fingers seek out my little clit; teasing if from its hiding place and making it stand proud, drawing a louder grasp from me and another smile from Emma.

“Do you want to come now?” she asked me as she teased my nub, and I simply nodded.

“Okay, honey,” she smiled at me, and she started to rub and tease my clitoris with expertise. As she did that I felt a slippery finger slide up inside my pussy and I felt it press against something inside that had me crying out in ecstasy. “That is your g-spot,” Emma told me huskily as she moved her finger inside me, creating another burning point of pleasure in my groin.

I was hanging onto the table by now as she stimulated me in such an intense way that I thought I was going to explode, my little body shaking and quivering as Emma brought me to the edge and sent me crashing over. My clit was on fire, and my pussy felt like it was pouring with juice as I came on Emma’s hand.

When I was done, she pulled her finger from me and gave me a long, lingering kiss before joining me in watching Mum reach her orgasm, her girl using four fingers to pound Mum’s pussy into submission.

After thanking them, we did as they suggested and went into the sauna. There were three couples in there, and after saying our hellos, we settled down and did what they were doing – we cuddled and kissed. Our oil-covered bodies slipped and slid against each other in a wonderful way, especially as we started to sweat, and right then, as my mouth worked against Mum’s and our tongues played together I felt such a strong feeling of love and desire for her that I started to cry.

“Hey, baby, what’s the matter?” Mum asked in concern at seeing my tears, “Are you okay?”

“Mom, I couldn’t be happier,” I reassured her as she gently wiped my tears away, “these are tears of joy… of love, Mummy, love for you!”

Mom started crying too, and as we kissed with even more passion the others in the sauna came over and cuddled up to us, caressing us and telling us how beautiful we were. We broke our kiss and turned to these couples, mothers and daughters just like we were, and it turned into some sort of group kiss and hug, all of us understanding how it felt to love that way.

We left the sauna and headed to the showers, as we were feeling a tad sticky and messy now. The communal showers were empty and we stood under the hot water, soaping each other down and kissing as we cleaned ourselves up.

As we enjoyed each other’s touch, who should walk in and join us but Sarah and Lucy, and we paired off, mother to mother, daughter to daughter. Lucy was 13 and was developed more than I was, and I loved being pressed up to her pert little breasts as we kissed and caressed each other.

As we dried ourselves off, it was decided that we would retire to our linked rooms and chill, us girls running on ahead to claim the bed in their room. When our moms caught up with us, we were entwined on the bed and kissing passionately.

“It seems like they’re never satisfied,” Sarah laughed as they watched us making out.

“Well, Cindy has some catching up to do!” my mum chuckled as they headed to the mini-bar and poured themselves some wine. They drank some as they watched us, then they put their glasses down and joined us on the bed, lying down, then embracing and kissing each other. For some time we stayed that way, two mums making out next to their daughters who were getting wet and excited. No sounds were heard but soft moans and sighs of lust and pleasure.

Then Lucy whispered to me that she wanted to eat my pussy, so we moved around into a sixty-nine with me on top. As she licked my juicy slit I pulled her ripe pussy open and plunged my tongue inside, loving the taste of her and the act of doing it — it was my first time to lick a pussy! After a few wonderful minutes, I realised that our mums were watching us — Sarah was on her side facing us and my mum was behind her, reaching over to play with Sarah as they took in the sight of Lucy and me making love.

Lucy was as wet as I was, and it was a thrill for me to know that I was the cause of all this beautiful nectar oozing out of her cunt, licking and sucking it all up as she did the same to me. Having an appreciative audience made it all the better, turning me so much! Lucy and I were writhing and grinding together as we feasted on each other’s pussies, mouths full of honey and pussy flesh, our little slits bright pink, inflamed with passion.

Our mothers cooed and sighed as they watched us share a perfect orgasm, both of us quivering and shaking as we flooded each other’s mouths with our nectar, struggling for breath as we buried our faces in each other’s steaming sex. When we were spent, we fell apart and Lucy moved around so that we could share a sticky, loving kiss.

“Shall we put on a show for the girls, Jen?” Sarah asked my mum.

“Mmm, yes, what did you have in mind?” Mum asked her.

“I’ve brought the double-ender – would you like to fuck?”

“I would love to fuck,” my mum answered with a smile as Sarah got up and retrieved the toy from a drawer.

I’d never seen anything like it before, a double-ended fake cock that must have been at least a foot long, flexible and all shaped and knobbly – wow! Mom and Sarah got into position, sitting open-legged and almost on top of each other as Lucy and I shuffled closer, eager to see everything.

Sarah rubbed one end of the dildo up and down between Mum’s pussy lips, coating it in her juices before slowly working it inside, making Mum groan with delight. It looked so hot to see that big fake cock going into Mummy, but even hotter to watch the other end disappear into Sarah’s cunny, the two women joined by the flexible toy. Sarah held the dildo and started humping the other end into Mum who moaned happily as it slid in and out, glistening with her fluids.

Lucy whispered something in my ear, and I smiled my agreement with her, moving up close to her mum and taking hold of one of her breasts to suck on her nipple. Lucy did the same with my mum, and the four of us were moving together in one happy pile of limbs and bodies, our mums eagerly fucking each other. It was so hot to watch that toy sliding in and out of two hot, dripping pussies.

I was experiencing so many new and wonderful things, and I suddenly found myself thanking my dad for walking out on Mummy – if he hadn’t done, none of this would have happened!

After lots of humping and writhing about, our mums shared a loud, wet orgasm, and when they had finished Mum pulled the wet dildo out of the pussies and offered it up to Lucy and me to lick clean. I took Sarah’s end and Lucy took Mum’s, and as we held it up we licked each other’s mum’s love juices from it. Sarah tasted really good, and I was already feeling the urge to go down on her.

We all fooled around some more, but Mum wanted to retire to our room with me for our first night together as lovers. Sarah said she understood, so she and Lucy bid us good night, and after kisses all round, Mum led me by the hand back into our room.

We got into bed, and what followed was the most amazing experience as we made love for what seemed like hours — sharing kisses, cuddles and caresses, feasting on each other’s bodies and kissing some more until we fell asleep, nestled snugly together. I passed a blissful evening, knowing that Mum and I would be enjoying many more nights like this.

The End

by Tiger Kitten

One evening, while Ana was working late, and the girls had the house to themselves, Lily was watching television on the couch in the living room when her naked sister ran into the room, waving something around excitedly. “What’s this?” she asked.

Lily studied it. She had never seen one before, but knew immediately what it was from talk at school. It was a pink latex dildo.

“Where did you get that?” she gasped.

“I found it in Mom’s dresser,” Piper explained innocently.

“Why were you looking in there?” Lily asked.

“I just wanted to see inside. What is this, Lily?”

“It’s called a dildo. It’s like a man’s penis, but made out of rubber. You’d better put it back.”

“So… you fuck yourself with one of these?” Piper asked, studying the toy.

Suddenly, Lily was struck by an idea. She smiled wickedly, then rose from the couch. She walked over to her kid sister and took her by the hand. “Why don’t we go upstairs… and you can use it on me?” she asked.

Seeing the gleam in Lily’s eye, Piper nodded eagerly. The two bounded up the stairs, hand in hand, and jumped on their shared bed.

Lily immediately scooted to the top of the mattress in a seated position and spread her legs apart to reveal her pussy, which her baby sister stared hungrily. Piper moved into position between her big sister’s legs, still holding the dildo.

“We have to get it slippery first, before you put it inside me,” Lily said. “Let’s lick it.”

She leaned forward and the two girls together licked the pink dildo until it was moist. Lily realized that, in all likelihood, they were licking something that had been inside their own mother’s pussy recently. She didn’t mind, either. In fact, that only made it more exciting.

Lily was a little surprised by how much she wanted to be fucked by Piper with their mother’s dildo… but after all, she hadn’t had a sexual thought about a boy since their days of nudity had begun. She had never before used the household computer to search for pornography, but now she found herself frequently spending her time browsing the internet for sexual material. When she did, it was always pictures of naked teenage girls, often having lesbian sex… or hot pictures of little girls, if she could find them. She’d recently discovered child modeling sites, and frequently masturbated to images of preteens in skimpy lingerie or bikinis, posed erotically like adults.

“Now put the dildo inside me,” she instructed Piper, lying back on the bed. “Do it slowly, though. It might hurt me if you go too fast.”

Piper, ever the obedient sister and dutiful lover, moved closer to her sister’s moist pussy. Sitting cross-legged, unabashedly exposing her own hairless vagina, Piper sat poised with the dildo in hand. She placed the tip between Lily’s labia and slowly pushed the head in. Lily moaned softly at the feeling. Piper continued, gently pushing the dildo inside her sister… farther than her fingers could reach, penetrating Lily deeper than ever before.

Lily was panting heavily, clutching the sheets in both fists as her sister slid the dildo all the way inside her to the hilt, filling her up. Her legs trembling, Lily looked up at the expectant face of her angelic baby sister, her heart swelling with love as she realized that no boy with a real penis could make her feel the way her sister made her feel with a latex one.

“Oh, yes,” Lily moaned, “oh. You’re d-doing great, sweetie… mmm, yes. Now… pull it about halfway out and, and then p-push it back in.”

“Like this?” Piper asked after completing the motion.

“Yes!” gasped Lily. “K-keep doing that.”

Piper obeyed, happily fucking her sister with the dildo, while Lily quickly fell into a rhythm matching that of her sister’s pumping arm, her body quickly becoming slick with sweat from her exertions. Her cunt was dripping wet, the thick juices of her desire trickling down into the crack of her ass.

At Lily’s urging, Piper began to work the dildo faster and faster until she was plunging it in and out of her sister’s pussy as fast as she could. Lily’s body rocked and heaved with each thrust. She held off as long as she could, wanting to savor the sensation of being fucked by her beautiful baby sister.

Suddenly, Lily cried out, throwing her head back as a raging orgasm ripped through her. She let out a loud, satisfied groan, and then immediately cried out again as a second orgasm hit. Piper squealed with delight as she continued to fuck her sister, her arm pumping rapidly. Finally, Lily slumped to one side, exhausted.

Piper withdrew the dildo from her sister and climbed onto Lily’s body. Lily wrapped her arms around Piper and kissed her fiercely. The little girl licked the side of the dildo, tasting the delicious essence of her sister’s pussy that she loved so much. Lily joined her, licking the dildo clean. Then the two girls kissed again.

“Is it my turn now?” Piper asked. “I want to try it.”

“No way, kiddo,” Lily gasped.

“Why not?” Piper demanded, pursing her lips.

“Because it’s too big for you, babe. It was almost too much for me! I know you want to see how it feels inside you, but it could really do you damage inside. I’m sorry, Piper, but you’re going to have to settle for my fingers until you’re old enough.”

“Fine,” Piper pouted.

But it didn’t take long for her mood to change. After all, they had plenty of time until their mother came home – time to play other naughty games. Lily fingered Piper’s pussy until the child squirmed in orgamic delight, then licked her bare slit and her butt crack until she came again. She finally had to admit to her big sister that she could wait a few years before using their mom’s dildo.

Other than the introduction of the sex toy into their games, nothing much was changed that night. Lily and Piper still had the same basic problem of how to conceal their relationship from their mother. It seemed almost impossible. Not only that, both girls felt extremely guilty about keeping such a big secret. After all, wasn’t their new lifestyle supposed to be about honesty? Now they were violating that principle, and both girls were unhappy about it.

In the end, it was Piper who came up with the solution.

“Why don’t we just tell Mommy?” she asked one night.

“Because she’ll make us stop,” Lily explained. “She might get really mad at us, too.”

“Why?”

“Because lots of people don’t think it’s right for two girls to be having sex with each other, especially two sisters… and especially girls as young as we are. We’re both underage, after all… and you’re still a little girl.”

“But… it’s Mom. She’ll understand, won’t she?”

“Maybe she will, maybe she won’t, Piper. We can’t take that risk. Not if we want to stay lovers.”

Piper thought about it. “Then what if we make love with her, too?”

Lily arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, she can’t be mad at us for being lovers if she has sex with us, right? Then we could all make love together… and she wouldn’t be upset.”

“Have sex with Mom?”

At first, it seemed utterly insane… then Lily thought it over. The notion hadn’t really occurred to her before but the more she thought about it, the interesting the idea seemed. Her mother was beautiful and desirable, and as much as she enjoyed making love to her baby sister, Lily also wanted to explore sex with an older woman. Most importantly, Lily loved Mom as much as she did Piper. This would give her a chance to express her feelings for her mother in a new and wonderful way, just as she had with her sister.

Lily smiled as she briefly wondered how she would have reacted to this notion mere months ago. She would have been repulsed and horrified at the thought. But Lily was no longer the same person she’d been. She had not only made love to another girl, but her own sister… and a ten-year-old child at that. She’d already gone so far and broken so many rules that the idea of making love to her mother didn’t even feel wrong. Indeed, it suddenly seemed like the hottest idea imaginable.

“You know what?” Lily finally said, turning to her sister, “I think it’s a great idea!”

Piper squealed with delight. “Cool! So… when should we do it?”

Lily grinned. “Tonight.” She stroked her chin. “I have an idea…”

The girls spent the next half hour plotting their seduction. They were so excited by the thought of making love to their mother that they were both hot and bothered again, but decided to save their sexual energy for later.

An hour or so later, Ana arrived home. Lily was on the couch, reading. Piper was in her room and in bed, pretending to be asleep.

“Did you girls have fun tonight?” Ana asked her daughter.

“Mmm-hmm,” replied Lily.

Ana yawned. “Well… I’m going to turn in. Goodnight, sweetie.”

Lily waited until her mother was up in her room before putting the book aside and walking into the kitchen. She filled a wine glass with her mother’s favorite pinot noir and carried it upstairs.

She knocked on the door and, when her mother told her to come in, she walked in, moved over to the bed and handed Ana the glass of wine. “Here, Mom… I thought this might help you relax,” she murmured.

Her mother only had the blankets drawn up to her waist, so her breasts were on full display. Lily glanced at them appreciatively, allowing her eyes to linger just a bit longer than normal.

“That’s so sweet of you, honey,” said her mother. “Want to snuggle with me?”

This was even better than Lily had expected. Without a word she climbed onto the bed and slipped beneath the blankets. She snuggled up against her mother, who slipped her arm around Lily’s shoulders. Ana sipped her glass of wine as the two relaxed together.

“How was work?” Lily asked.

“Oh, like always… stressful,” grimaced Ana, giving the response Lily was hoping for.

“Are your shoulders sore, Mom? Maybe I could give you a massage,” Lily suggested.

Ana smiled. “Sure, honey… that sounds wonderful.”

Lily crawled from under the blanket to kneel next to her mother. “Okay Mom, lie on your tummy.”

Ana extricated herself from the blankets and lay flat on her stomach with her arms folded beneath her head.

Heart pulsing steadily, Lily knelt beside her mother and began to gently rub the muscles in her back.

Ana was immediately surprised at how good a masseuse her daughter was, not knowing that Lily and Piper had been using massages as a preamble to lovemaking for a while now.

Lily worked on her mother’s back and shoulders for a while, until she was comfortable. Then she placed her hands upon her mother’s firm, but well-rounded ass and began to massage her there.

“Um… what are you doing, honey?” Ana asked, a bit startled.

“I’m massaging you, Mom. Your bottom gets sore too, right?”

“But…” Ana was about to protest, but then gave in. “Well… okay.”

Lily spent a long time rubbing her mother’s ass and the tops of her legs, teasing her with long, slow strokes of her fingertips that occasionally brushed Ana’s inner thighs. When her mom began to squirm slightly, Lily knew that her plan was working. She even thought she was able to detect the faint scent of her mother’s pussy.

In spite of herself, Ana couldn’t help but feel aroused as her daughter’s hands fondled her bottom. It had been far too long since she had made love, to a man or woman — and Lily’s touch couldn’t help but feel especially good. It was with some apprehension that she found herself growing moist between her thighs, and she tried to stay relaxed while hoping that Lily wouldn’t notice.

Then, just when she thought Lily was finished, the girl patted her ass and instructed her to roll over on to her back. Again, Ana began to protest, but once again her resolve failed. She loved being touched by affectionate hands, even if they were only those of her daughter…

Hesitantly, Ana rolled over, onto her back… and Lily quickly threw a leg over her mother’s waist. Now she was sitting on her mother’s pelvic region, facing her. Ana nearly gasped out loud at the sensation of her daughter’s warm, wet sex touching her skin, only a few inches above her own rapidly moistening vagina. My God… what’s going on here? she thought.

Lily started by rubbing her mother’s belly, but didn’t want to linger there when the real prize she sought was further up. As her hands caressed Ana’s tummy, the teen’s eyes lingered on her mother’s bare breasts. Ana studied her daughter’s face and swallowed, wondering how the sudden thought of her daughter touching her so intimately could excite and frighten her at the same time.

At last, Lily reached out and cupped one breast in each hand. Her heart racing frantically, Ana closed her eyes and sighed as her daughter began to fondle her.

Lily lavished attention on her mother’s breasts, feeling them, squeezing them, teasing her nipples to stiffness.

“How does that feel?” Lily whispered.

“H-heavenly,” her mother replied shakily.

“I’ll bet my mouth would feel even better…” Lily cooed, her eyes burning into Ana’s.

And as her mother gaped, the cute teen slowly lowered her face to Ana’s body, lips parting to take a taut nipple into her mouth.

A wave of sudden arousal hit Ana like a shockwave as her daughter sucked at the tip of her breast. “Honey,” she gasped. “We… we can’t…” 

Lily raised her face to her mother’s, transfixing Ana with an adoring gaze. “I love you, Mom,” she whispered. “Can I kiss you? Really kiss you?”

Ana was too stunned to speak… and before she could get out a word, Lily’s soft mouth was upon hers. She felt her naked daughter’s warm body pressing against her own as their lips slid moistly together… then Lily’s tongue slipped between Ana’s slightly parted lips in what could only be described as a lover’s kiss.

Ana’s head spun. This couldn’t be happening… her own daughter could not be coming on to her, it wasn’t right… but the trembling 36-year-old could not deny the sweetness of Lily’s mouth, or how good her daughter’s bare body felt against hers.

No. No. She had to stop this.

Ana pulled back, panting frantically, heart thumping against her ribs as she stared at her teenage girl. “Baby,” she gasped, “what… what are you doing?”

Lily smiled. “Showing you how much I love you, Mom.” Her hand crept up Ana’s body to touch her breast, her fingers brushing her mother’s nipples. “And… how much I want to love you…”

She gaped at her daughter. “B-but, honey… I’m your mother! We c-can’t do this!”

Lily’s eyes seemed to penetrate her soul. “Mom… do you remember the things I said about emotional nakedness? Like, how we bare our bodies to each other… but then we, you know, we also bare our hearts and souls, too?”

“Yes…” Ana replied weakly.

“That’s what I’m doing right now,” Lily murmured, “baring my heart to you. Being naked together… it’s made us lots closer as a family, Mom.” She reached for her mother’s hand, bringing it to her lips. “And… well, I’d like us to be even closer than that.”

“But, honey,” whispered Ana, “It’s not right for a m-mother and daughter to… to make love.”

Lily shook her head. “Lots of people wouldn’t think it’s right that we go naked all the time, but we do, don’t we? And it’s been a wonderful experience, Mom — we all think so.” She squeezed her mother’s hand. “Don’t just say no without thinking about it… please?”

Ana tried to think of a good reason to tell Lily no. Really, there were plenty of reasons — she was her own daughter, she was only fourteen — but her daughter’s words about closeness had touched her deeply. Would it really be so wrong for us to… be intimate? she wondered. We adore each other. It would bring us closer together. And God, it’s been so long since I’ve felt a lover’s touch…

She felt warm from head to toe, and not just from the closeness of Lily. The wine had made her lightheaded. Could we? Could we really…? All she knew for certain was that her daughter was a vision of adolescent sexuality and pure beauty… and how much she adored her.

Lily’s eyes began to mist. “Please, Mom… please let me make love to you.”

Ana made a decision. She took a deep breath.

“Okay, baby,” she whispered.

Lily’s face immediately lit up. “Oh, Mom… I love you so much!” She kissed her mother again, passionately. This time, Ana responded in kind, her tongue darting between her daughter’s lips.

They kissed hotly as Ana wrapped her arms around Lily’s back, hugging her tightly. Hungry for more, she slid both hands down her girl’s body until she was cupping Lily’s firm young bottom. She pulled her daughter’s hips against hers, grinding their pelvises together.

Lily broke their kiss, panting. “God, Mom,” she gasped, “you are s-so fucking hot.”

“So are you, my angel,” Ana whispered, loving the feeling of Lily’s breasts against hers. She suddenly wanted very much to kiss them… so she lowered her face to her daughter’s chest, sucking a taut nipple into her mouth.

“Oh,” Lily moaned, cradling her mother’s head to her breasts. “Oh.”

Ana loved the sweet smell of Lily’s skin, loved the way the girl’s nipples stiffened in her mouth as she licked and sucked at them. She’d never been as thrilled by a new lover as she now was with her daughter.

“Kiss me again, Mom,” panted Lily, and Ana nuzzled her way up her daughter’s body to her lips, claiming the girl’s mouth with a hunger that startled her. For how long had she desired Lily, and not known it?

“Oh, my precious,” moaned Ana as their lips parted, staring at her oldest child. “I… I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Lily raised herself to lick at her mother’s mouth, then whispered, “Mom… how wild are you willing to get tonight?”

Ana gazed thoughtfully at Lily. “Wilder than making love with my daughter?” She smiled. “Try me.”

With a wicked smile, Lily purred “Okay.” She twisted her head toward the bedroom door. “Piper,” she called, “come in.”

Ana’s eyes widened, her mouth a perfect O as her naked eleven-year-old padded into the room, a dreamy expression on her face. Without a word she drifted into the arms of her big sister, and their mouths met in a passionate kiss.

Ana squirmed into a sitting position, stunned by the lustful looks on the faces of her two daughters as they kissed. Finally, she realized what was happening. Her daughters were already lovers… and they had teamed up to seduce her! She was shocked, but not nearly as shocked as she would have been an hour ago.

“What’s going on here?” Ana demanded.

“I told you that I wanted to make love to you, Mom,” Lily explained, “but I didn’t want to tell you just yet that Piper feels the same way… don’t you, Pet?”

“Mmm-hmm!” said Piper with an excited nod.

“Are you two… Lily, what did I tell you?” Ana cried out.

“I know, Mom,” said Lily, “but we couldn’t help it. Piper and I love each other so much that we needed a new way to show it. I mean, isn’t that what nudism is all about — expressing love and trust? How is this any different?”

“Because… because…”

Ana couldn’t think of an answer. She had introduced nudism to the family as a way to bring them closer together… and it had worked. In fact, it had worked far better than Ana had anticipated. Her daughters had taken their relationship to the next level and were expressing their love for one another intimately. And that love was a very real, very tangible thing.

Suddenly Ana realized that, yes… she wanted this too. She wanted to be a part of what Lily and Piper had.

“No one else knows about this?” she asked.

“It’s our secret,” Piper said.

“We swear,” Lily added.

Ana shook her head, smiling wryly. “You two, I swear… you’ll be the death of me yet.” She lay back, then took a deep breath. “Come here, girls,” she murmured.

The two children immediately fell into their mother’s arms. Lily immediately burrowed her face into Ana’s breasts, licking and kissing the soft flesh, then sought out a nipple and began to suckle. Piper gazed shyly into her mother’s eyes. “Can I kiss you, Mommy?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes, honey,” Ana breathed, parting her lips for her baby girl. Piper’s mouth touched hers in a gentle kiss… but when Ana allowed her tongue to tease her daughter’s lower lip, Piper’s own tongue came into play, slipping into her mom’s mouth. Ana responded eagerly… and soon she was hungrily kissing her ten-year-old, with more passion than she had ever had for a man.

Finally she pulled away, her eyes alive with excitement. “I want to watch you girls kiss some more,” she said.

Lily raised her face from her mother’s breasts, turned to her adoring baby sister and kissed her passionately, her tongue wildly thrashing around in her kid sister’s mouth. Piper returned Lily’s affection with equal intensity.

Ana’s pussy began to throb as she watched her two daughters French kissing… then she gasped as Lily reached down to place a hand upon her wet pussy, stroking the moist flesh of her mother’s sex as she and her sister continued to kiss. Ana moaned, awestruck by how her wonderful her daughter’s fingers felt.

“Mmmm, Mom… you’re nice and wet,” Lily said. With that, she slipped down between her mother’s legs and gently pried them apart, enthralled by her first real glimpse of a grown woman’s pussy. She had seen the thick pubic bush of her mother many times in the last few months… but now Mom’s pussy was open and dripping wet, aching for the touch of her mouth. Lily slowly lowered her face to the glistening pink flesh, extending her tongue to take that first delicious lick…

…and Ana cried out loud as her wonderful daughter pressed a hot, hungry kiss into her cunt, followed by Lily’s tongue, pushing its way deep inside the slick channel of her mother’s vagina.

Piper smiled adoringly at her mom, then began to nuzzle Ana’s neck. “I love you so much, Mommy,” she whispered.

“I… I love you too, baby…” Anastacia moaned. “Oooohhh… kiss me, please.”

Piper eagerly claimed Mommy’s mouth with hers, and mother and daughter kissed hotly.

Ana was dizzy with desire, unable to believe what was happening… her oldest daughter was eating her pussy, and her youngest girl’s tongue was probing her mouth! It was incest, and lesbian incest at that… but Ana had never felt so alive, so consumed with desire. Her daughters were the loves of her life, and now that love was becoming sexual. She began to fondle her eleven-year-old, eagerly exploring Piper’s little-girl body with her hands.

With her face buried between her mother’s warm, soft thighs, Lily was in heaven. She easily found her mother’s clit and began to flick it with her tongue, invoking fresh moans from Ana’s lips. Lily inserted two fingers deep into her mother’s pussy in one steady stroke and began to fuck her while licking her clitoris. The fluids that flowed from Ana’s cunt were hot and delicious to the teenage girl… and the womanly scent of her was intoxicating.

Ana slipped her hand between Piper’s thin thighs, stroking her baby girl’s bare slit, amazed at how moist her daughter was. She would soon be tasting her down there… but first, she trailed kisses down to the pink button of Piper’s nipple, licking it languidly.

“Oh, Mommy…” Piper sighed, cradling her mother’s head to her chest, “I like that…”

Ana sucked her child’s nipples — first one, then the other, marveling at how they stiffened to the touch of her lips. Meanwhile, her index finger was slipping through the sticky cleft of her little girl’s pudenda, the tip inching inside, making the eleven-year-old gasp in delight. “Oh, Mommy, yes,” Piper whispered, her own hands clumsily fondling her mommy’s breasts.

Ana was on fire with this new, thrilling hunger she felt for her youngest daughter… she had to taste Piper’s sex now. She released the girl’s nipple from her lips and began to kiss her way further down her body.

Piper realized with a surge of excitement just where Ana was going with her kisses. She loved getting her pussy licked by her sister and couldn’t wait to feel Mommy’s tongue. She quickly scooted up until one knee was on either side of Ana’s face, her hairless pussy right on top of her mother’s mouth.

The scent and sight of her little girl’s pussy so close to her face was a revelation to Ana. She didn’t hesitate for a moment, licking her lips just before raising her head to plant a soft kiss on Piper’s slit… then her tongue emerged to lick at her daughter. Loving the heat, the wetness, the scent and the taste of the girl, Ana’s oral loving of Piper quickly grew intense and passionate.

The little girl was now grinding her crotch against Mommy’s face, leaving a silvery sheen of wetness on Ana’s lips. She could feel her mother’s tongue exploring her bare sex, and the very thought of it made her moan with delight. Ana’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once on her youngest daughter’s body.

Lily, still going down on her mother, glanced up to see what was happening between Ana and her sister… and her heart throbbed even faster with excitement as she saw little Piper straddling their mother’s face. She watched Mom’s mouth pressing kisses into Piper’s sex, saw her licking at the little girl. With her free hand, Lily reached up to fondle the soft white globes of her sister’s bottom while she tongue-fucked her mother.

The sensory overload was too much for Ana — the feeling of her daughter’s tongue in her vagina, the taste of her other daughter’s pussy, Piper’s little hands caressing her breasts. Suddenly her hips began to shake… then her entire body was quivering.

“Mmmm,” she moaned into her youngest girl’s cunt. “I’m gonna come… make me come, yes… I love you girls so much… oh GOD…”

Suddenly her orgasm hit, and it felt like an earthquake had overtaken her body. Ana seized up as wave after wave of pure sensation rocked her. She screamed from the intensity of her pleasure, and Piper climbed off her mother’s face so that Ana could breathe. She ejaculated into Lily’s face, and her oldest daughter drank every drop of her mother’s essence.

Finally Ana’s climax crested and ebbed, and Lily raised her face from between her mother’s thighs. Piper, seeing the wetness on her big sister’s lips, quickly claimed Lily’s mouth in a passionate kiss, swirling her tongue around the older girl’s mouth to get a taste of Mommy’s pussy.

A flushed, sweaty Ana gazed on in awe… seeing her daughters sharing her fluids between them was the most erotic sight she could imagine.  Finally, the girls crawled up to snuggle against their mother’s nude body.

“That was amazing,” Ana murmured, still dazed. “How did you girls get so good at this?”

“Practice,” Lily replied, and they all laughed.

“This is so cool, Mommy!” exclaimed Piper. “Now we can all make love to each other every day… whenever we want!”

“Mmm, sounds wonderful,” cooed Ana.

She turned and French kissed her youngest daughter, exploring the girl’s mouth with her tongue without the slightest hint of shame or guilt. Then she turned towards Lily and kissed her the same way. Then her daughters exchanged a hot, wet kiss of their own.

“I think I need to return the favor,” Ana said. “You two haven’t come yet.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call that a favor, Mom,” said Lily. “We enjoyed it too, you know.”

“I know,” said Ana, smiling wryly, “but it’s not right for a mother to let her daughters give her an orgasm without pleasuring them, too.”

“I never heard that one before,” Lily laughed.

“That’s my new rule, as of today,” Ana said with a smile. “Lie on your backs.”

Lily and Piper lay on the bed, side by side, Lily with her arm around her sister’s shoulders. Ana told them to spread their legs apart and they did, Lily’s right leg crossing over Piper’s left. Ana moved into position so she was straddling Lily’s thigh. She looked at her beautiful, sexy daughters lying there, naked and desirable, and her heart swelled with love for them both.

Ana reached out and placed a hand apiece on her daughters’ wet, hot pussies, then began to gently fondle them. The two girls sighed happily and closed their eyes.

Once they were both nice and wet, Ana inserted two fingers into each daughter’s pussy, marveling at how tight the girls felt, especially Piper. She finger-fucked both of them while using her thumb to make concentric circles around their clits. Her two children moaned and writhed with pleasure as their mother made love to them with her fingers.

In the high state of arousal the two girls were in, it didn’t take long for them to reach orgasm. They turned towards one another, eyes still closed, and kissed passionately like true lovers. Seeing their delicate tongues playfully dancing together excited Ana… and she began to grind her cunt against Lily’s thigh. Lily responded by sliding her leg back and forth, loving the sensation of her mother’s heated flesh against her skin.

Finally, they all came. Piper cried out into Lily’s mouth as she climaxed. A moment later, Lily followed suit, and her entire body trembled as she orgasmed. All the while, the two girls kept kissing, while Ana kept rubbing herself off on Lily’s thigh. As the two girls came down from their orgasms, their mother burst into hers.

When it was all over, they all snuggled together, each one hot, flushed, soaked with sweat and incredibly happy.

“Mom,” said Lily, “I think this is as good a time as any to tell you… I’m a lesbian.”

“Me too!” Piper chimed in.

“After this, I can’t imagine going back to men,” Ana agreed.

The three ladies spent a good while kissing and fondling one another but they quickly grew sleepy. They fell into a sweet slumber, their bodies entwined together in Ana’s bed. Ana, Lily and Piper felt more tenderness and affection for one another than they had ever imagined possible. A mother and her daughters were now lovers… and their future together seemed full of wonderful possibilities.

The End

by Ebo

Dana was stretched out on her stomach on her bed, the fuzzy kitten notebook open in front of her. She tapped her pencil against the blank page, trying to think of something to write. She had finished another chapter of her latest series yesterday and really wasn’t in the mood to for that story right now. She needed something new to keep the creative juices flowing.

It made things easier writing series as opposed to one off stories because she didn’t have to go back and describe the characters or tell their backstories every time, but it also made it harder to write a good sex scene. The last thing she wanted to do was write the same scene over and over. So, finding ways to keep people interested in a host of characters having sex with each for the umpteenth time took some finesse.

She just didn’t feel like messing with that right now.

Thinking about the email she had sent last night to her step-mother, she smiled and wrote ‘The Little Black Dress’ at the top of the page. Like those four words were the key to her writer’s block, the story just started pouring out of her:

My step-mother has this little black dress. It is short enough to show off her long legs and low enough in the back to tell me she isn’t wearing a bra underneath. It fits her like a dream, although I’ve never worked up the courage to tell her so…

Dana blinked at what she had written. It was a huge departure in style from what she usually wrote, not least of all the fact it was in first person. She liked to write in third person. Tapping the pencil against her lips, she thought about erasing it, starting over in a style she was more comfortable with. In the end, she decided to see what happened, to let the story go where it wanted to.

She had learned early in her writing career that she couldn’t force a story to go a certain way. They have a mind of their own, as do her characters. They didn’t always do what she wanted them to. She had read a quote somewhere and she thought it was genius and accurate. Smiling, she thought about it now, ‘A story is like a dog without a leash. For the most part it will stay at your side and go where you want to go, but, every now and then, it’ll see a squirrel and lead you who knows where’.

Maybe this story saw a squirrel, she thought, starting to write again:

…A knock at my door drew my attention and my step-mother poked her head. I waved her in and I saw she was wearing the little black dress I loved so much. Her hair was pulled up and she had earrings in her ears. She looked beautiful.

“Leaving for date night,” I asked, wondering if she could see how flustered how she looked made me.

Sighing, she said, “No. Your father had to stay at work. He just called to cancel.”

“Oh,” I said, thinking my father did that too often.

“Are you hungry? I have a reservation at Micky’s. Want to be my date for the night?”

I know she really didn’t mean ‘date’ but it gave me a little shiver of excitement anyway. Maybe I’m a horrible daughter but I’m totally infatuated with my step-mother.

“Um, sure,” I said, trying not to sound so excited.

“It’s at eight,” her step-mother said, smiling as she opened the door, “wear something cute.”

Then she was gone and I was left to fantasize about our ‘date’…

She paused, frowning. This story was hitting pretty close to home. Her father has been working a lot more lately and he has had to stand her step-mother up a few times. Then there was her character’s infatuation with her step-mother. She shook her head, thinking she had that in common with her character, too.

Re-reading what she had written, she wasn’t sure if she’d publish this story. It was a little too personal. Still, she put the pencil back to the paper and started writing, again.

… I walked into the kitchen and my step-mother looked up and smiled. She put down her cup of coffee and stood up, looked me up and down.

She smiled and said, “You look very beautiful.”

I couldn’t stop smiling as I said, “Thanks.”

“I like your hair up like that,” she fussed over me, making me blush.

“Too bad your dad couldn’t see you like this,” she said, then sighed, her frustration clear. Shaking it off, she smiled at me and said, “This dress needs something. I’ve got just the thing. Wait here.”

I waited in the kitchen as she disappeared from the room. I had to fight the urge to fidget, to touch my hair. I wasn’t used to this sort of thing, playing dress up. I mean, I had to Google how to do my hair like this, for God’s sake.

When she came back, she had a string of pearls in her hands. Smiling at me, she said, “These are my mother’s. They’ll look lovely with your dress.”

“Um, okay,” I said, touched she was going to let me wear the pearls. I turned my back to her, let her slip the necklace around my neck and do the clasp in the back. The pearls were cool where they touch my bare skin but my step-mother’s hand was hot as it rested on my shoulder. I shivered…

Dana had to stop for a second to collect herself. The story was getting to her, maybe even more so than the others she’d written. Being turned on was an occupational hazard of writing this kind of erotica, but, this one was different. Arguably, all erotica was fantasy put on paper but this one was very personal for Dana.

Her hand was shaking a little bit when she started writing again.

…The whole ride to the restaurant, I couldn’t stop touching the pears around my neck. They were so dainty, made me feel pretty.

Ricky’s was a popular restaurant and it wasn’t easy to get reservations. Maybe that was why my step-mother didn’t want to waste them. Either way, I looked around the room at the sharply dressed people, wondered how out of place I must look. These were married couples or people on dates, talking and flirting over expensive glasses of wine. Were they wondering what a thirteen-year-old girl was doing here?

The hostess showed us to our table, informed us our waiter would be along shortly and left us with menus. I wasn’t used to eating at restaurants with real menus, didn’t know what to expect when I opened the stiff bi-fold. I gaped at the prices and the curious names of the menu items. I didn’t see a burger or pizza anywhere.

My step-mother was smiling at me when I glanced up, amused by the look on my face, no doubt. Blushing, I said, “Maybe you should order for me.”

“Okay,” she said, still smiling…

She had borrowed this scene from her own life, an experience she had when her father took her to a fancy restaurant for her eleventh birthday. She had felt as overwhelmed as her character did, looking at the menu. Writing that experience into the story made her smile; it was one of her favorite memories.

…The waiter came and took our orders, then left. My step-mother turned to me, smiling and asked, “So you go to Carver Junior High.”

I frown, give her a curious look, and say, “Yeah. You know that.”

“Come on. Play along. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date with anyone other than your father.”

I got another shiver at the word ‘date’. Taking a deep breath to relax, I said, “Yeah, I attend Carver Junior High.”

“Is that a nice school,” she asked, sipping her water.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying not to laugh. This was goofy. Still, I could tell she really wanted to play this game so I bit back the giggle.

As we waited for our food, she asked me questions she already knew the answer to and pretended to flirt with me. I knew it was pretend, even if my heart didn’t. It was racing in my chest. The game stopped being goofy and I found myself flirting back.

I wasn’t pretending.

The food was excellent, even if I couldn’t pronounce what the dish was called. We continued to talk as we ate, kept up the playful banter. I was a little surprised how far she wanted to take this game but I wasn’t going to be the one to stop. I was finally telling her the things I always wanted and never dared say out loud. And she was smiling that playful smile at me, the one that was doing horrible things to my self-control.

We paid our bill and she drove us home. On the front porch, she dug her keys out of her purse and turned to me. That playful smile was back on her face as she said, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“So did I,” I said, honestly.

“We should have another date sometime,” she said, not unlocking the door. She leaned against it, instead, her body language very flirty.

I looked at her, found it hard to swallow. I managed a smile, said, “I’d like that.”

Then she leaned in and kissed me. I was stunned, gasped in surprise as her soft lips touched mine. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth, teased me into kissing her back.

I’m kissing my step-mother, I thought, my head spinning.

Finally, she pulled back and looked at me. I wondered if I looked as dazed as I felt. She gave me a shy smile and asked, “Would it seem forward if I asked you come inside?”

“Come inside,” I asked, my heart racing. I knew what the words meant, had seen this moment in a bunch of romantic comedies but they just didn’t make sense in this situation. Was she being serious or still playing the game?

The kiss had been real, there was no denying that. My lips were still tingling and I could taste my step-mother’s mouth on my tongue…

Dana had to stop, run her hand through her hair. Her body was responding to the story, a heat blossoming between her thighs.

Am I really going to do this, she wondered, looking at what she’d written, am I going to write a sex scene between my step-mother and I?

A knock at her door made her jump and her step mother poked her head in. Blushing, she closed the notebook and waved her in. The woman saw the notebook, started grinning, said, “Writing a new story?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, wondering if she looked as guilty as she felt. Could the woman tell what she had been writing?

“Can I read it when you are done or do I have to wait for it to post on Leslita,” she asked, smiling

“Maybe when it’s finished,” she said, wondering if she would ever dare to let the woman read this story. She doubted it but a little shiver of excitement worked through her at the thought.

“Fair enough,” she said, then remembered what she came here for, “your dad is working late again, so it’s just you and me. Do you want to go get some dinner somewhere? I don’t feel like cooking.”

It wasn’t quite the same but she still got a little thrill by the similarities between this and her story.

“Okay,” she said, nodding.

“Good,” Penny said, turning toward the door, “wear something cute.”

That line made Dana giggle excitedly. It was almost too much.

When her step-mother was gone, she opened her notebook, found where she’d left off. Reading the last couple of lines, again, she decided to go for it. Bad idea or not, she was going to finish the story.

…She took my hand and smiled that smile that made my brain stop working, said, “Come on.”

I didn’t resist, didn’t want to. I let her lead me inside, up the stairs, past the door to my room and into the master bedroom. The door made a soft thunk as it closed behind me and I turned to look at it. My heart was racing and I thought about fleeing.

Turning back around, I gasped as I saw her slip first one shoulder of the dress down her arm, then the other. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as the dress slipped from her breasts, gathered at her hips. Then she hooked her thumbs in and wriggled free of the dress all together. My eyes followed it down, saw it pooled on the floor around her ankles.

I let my gaze travel up her naked body, drank her in. She was more beautiful than I had imagined, her lithe and lean figure perfect.

“Now you,” she said, biting her lip as she looked pointedly at my dress.

My hands were shaking as I worked the zipper under my arm, my fingers not wanting to work right. I finally manage to work it all the way down and the side hangs open. I hesitated, a little insecure. The woman was a goddess, absolutely stunning and I was just a girl. Would she like me?

Sensing my hesitation, she came to me, helped me out of my dress. It fell to my feet, the soft material caressing my ankles. Her fingers left my skin tingling where they accidentally brushed.

Maybe not so accidentally, I thought as she ran her hands down my sides and into the waistband of my panties. I giggled nervously as she sank to her knees and slipped the underwear down my legs and off. I looked down at myself and saw I was naked save for a single string of pearls.

I shivered as her hot eyes roamed over me and my breath caught in my throat when she smiled playfully at me.

“You are so sexy,” she said, her hands lightly caressing my legs, then my thighs.

I couldn’t breath. More than her words, it was the look in her eyes. The desire that burned in them made my knees feel weak. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that and to have the woman I’ve pined for do it…

I lost my train of thought as she let her hand slip inside my thighs and onto my sex. I couldn’t completely rein in the nervous giggle that escaped me and I squirmed under her touch. She looked up at me for permission to continue and I bit my lip and nodded. Her fingers awoke my senses and I moaned. The feel of her touching my young body was making me crazy.

“Do you like this,” she asked.

I couldn’t speak, only nodded. The delicious sensations washing through me made it hard to think. I closed my eyes and put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. My body seemed to know what it wanted, even if I really didn’t know. My hips were rocking, rubbing my pussy against her hand.

My pussy.

It was a new word for me, added to my vocabulary after over hearing it at school. An adult word for sure. Considering what was happening to me, it seemed more accurate than any of the things I called it as a girl. Well, a younger girl.

The fingers disappeared from between my legs and I opened my eyes to see what was happening. I was a little disappointed they were gone. Then I gasped as my step-mother pushed her face into the junction of my thighs, kissed my tender bud. Her tongue was hot and wet against me and I couldn’t hold in my voice any longer. Little wordless cries escaped my slack mouth.

I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in me, knew I was going to come. Maybe my step-mother sensed it too, because she pushed me right over the edge and into blissful oblivion. My knees almost gave out as my body went crazy

“Come to the bed,” she said, leading me on wobbly legs to the bed. She crawled onto it, stretched out on her back. I stood at the foot of the bed, admired her laying there with her legs spread wide. Summoning my courage, I crawled onto the bed with her, moved between her thighs.

I’d never done this before but I was willing to try and not just because my step-mother had done it to me. I wanted to do this for a while now, be with another girl. Or woman. Anything but my hand in the dark of the night. It felt wonderful, touching myself like that, but I long for the touch of another female.

This was my chance to do all those things I’ve been fantasizing about.

The first taste of her was intoxicating, the sweat on her skin like a drug that made me feel dizzy. Then the musky scent of my step-mother teased my nose and I inhaled deep the woman. Her hips began to roll against my mouth as my tongue teased her bud and her soft moans were all the encouragement I needed.

Her fingers slipped into my hair, around the back of my head, holding me to her writhing body. I smiled, thinking I must be doing something right.

Just as my jaw was beginning to hurt, I sensed a change in her body, saw her hips jerking without grace. My eyes widen as I realized she was going to come. The thought of bringing the woman to an orgasm was exciting and I kept going until I felt her stiffen against my mouth. Her unbridled cry of ecstasy made me smile and felt like doing a victory dance.

I’d made another person come. It might seem a small thing to you but this was my first time and it gave me a huge confidence boost and no small measure of pride.

“Come here,” she said, beckoning me. I crawled up her and she pulled me down atop her. Our lips met and I felt my toes curl as it deepened.

With one more kiss, she smiled at me, “I hate to be like this but you have to go. My husband will be home at any minute.”

I had to laugh, thinking I can’t believe she was still playing the game.

“Call me tomorrow, though,” she said, smiling at me, “I want to see you, again.”

“I will…” I said, thinking I just might ‘call’ her tomorrow. After all, the game must go on…

Finished, she dropped the pencil, ran her hand across her mouth. Looking at the sloppy prose at the end of the story, she had to smile. By then she had been so excited, her hand wouldn’t stop shaking. The story had her a horny mess, as turned on as she’d ever been before.

Reaching behind her, she snagged a pillow, stuffed it between her legs. She ground her body against it as she re-read her story. The flex of her hips  and the feel of the soft material rubbing against her very sensitive bud made her moan and sigh. By the time she made it to the part of the story with her and her step-mother standing on the porch, she was biting her lip to keep her voice down.

Getting to her knees, she picked the notebook up so she could read as she continued to hump her pillow. Her hips were almost a blur, rocking so fast back and forth that she was in danger of starting a friction fire. She couldn’t stop, it felt so good.

As the tension built in the story, so it built in her. It was a little different this time; she thought she was going to come with her step-mother. Her hips jerked and she had to focus on her form, force her hips to keep rocking back and forth. Then her step-mother cried out in the story and she felt her body go crazy with her own orgasm. She dropped the notebook, sank her fingers into the pillow as she shook.

“Jesus,” she husked, brushing her hair out of her face. It stuck to her forehead, now sweaty from her efforts. She shook her head, then crawled off her pillow.

It wasn’t the first time she’d abused the poor thing after finishing a story or reading a good one on Lesbian Lolita but it had never been like that. Her need had been frantic, undeniable. She was still shaking, her orgasm so intense.

Continue to Chapter Three!

by Tiger Kitten

One night, Ana had to go out, so Lily was left in charge of watching her sister until their mother returned home.

Lily decided to take a long bubble bath, something she had not done for quite some time. She went into her bathroom and filled the tub, adding bath beads to generate the bubbles, until the tub was full of warm, frothy water. She lay her head back against the porcelain rim of the tub and closed her eyes, enjoying the luxurious feeling of the water around her body.

“What are you doing?” said a voice, breaking her concentration. It was Piper. Lily hadn’t bothered to close the door, so her little sister had simply walked in.

“What does it look like, silly? I’m taking a bath.” She said it with a smile, though.

“Can I get in, too?”

Lily considered it for a moment. The tub was big enough for both of them. “Sure, honey,” she said. “Come on in.”

Piper scampered happily over to the tub and climbed in, Lily offering her sister a hand so Piper could steady herself while stepping over the lip of the tub. Piper was now standing directly in front of her sister, her bare slit inches from Lily’s face. The older girl’s eyes drifted towards Piper’s sex, and she swallowed hard, suddenly reminded of what her mother had said earlier.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Lily said. “C’mon in.”

Piper did sit down, but not quite as Lily had expected. She had expected Piper to sit on the opposite side of the tub, facing her. Instead, Piper planted herself directly in front of her sister, sitting between her legs, with her back against Lily and her head nestled directly in between her big sister’s breasts.

Lily reached for the plastic cup that rested on the basin around the tub, picked it up, and dipped it in the water. She told Piper to lean her head back and close her eyes, which the little girl obediently did. Lily poured the hot, soapy water over Piper’s head, soaking her hair. Then she did it a second time. After the second time, she poured a cup over Piper’s bare shoulders, wetting the girl’s skin.

Piper opened her eyes and smiled up at her sister, her cheek resting against Lily’s breast. Again, Lily swallowed hard. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind: Do you ever go… any further with her? More than, um, just kissing?

“Lily,” said the child, her face suddenly serious, “can I ask you something, well, kinda personal? Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Okay,” Lily replied carefully. Piper was a very inquisitive girl and Lily was used to her questions, but she’d never asked one with such a preamble.

“Have you ever had sex?”

Lily was taken aback. Still, the question was asked so innocently that she couldn’t be angry at her sister. Instead, she took Piper’s wet hair in her hands and began to idly comb it with her fingers.

“No, I haven’t,” she said. “I’m going to wait until I’m older.”

“Why do some people call it ‘having sex’ and some people call it ‘making love’?” Piper asked.

“Hmmm… well, I think that, when you have sex with someone you really love, it’s called ‘making love’ but if it’s just for fun, it’s just called ‘having sex’.”

“Oh. So, then… have you ever made love?”

Lily laughed. “No, I haven’t done that either.”

“Do you think it will be with a boy or a girl?” Piper asked.

Lily was a bit shocked by the question. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because most girls have sex with boys, right? But some girls have sex with other girls instead.”

Lily considered the question long and hard. She had always imagined her first time would be with a boy, but she had never thought seriously about it.

“I don’t know. I guess with a boy.”

“Why not another girl?”

“Jeez, Piper, I don’t know. I just never thought about it.”

“But would you ever try it?”

“I guess so. Sure, I could. It depends on the girl.”

“Can I tell you a secret, Lily?” Piper asked quietly. “One you can’t tell anyone, even Mom?”

Lily’s curiosity was piqued. Piper didn’t usually act like this. “Cross my heart.”

“You know my friend Tammy?”

Lily nodded. Tammy was a pretty, freckled redhead girl from Piper’s class who had been over to the house a number of times.

“One time, I was over at her house after school, but her mom wasn’t home from work yet because she was late, so Tammy and I played this game she made up called ‘The Husband and Wife Game’.”

“What kind of game was it?” Lily asked.

“Well,” Piper said, “we pretended Tammy was my husband and I was her wife. I put on an apron and went into the kitchen and pretended I was cooking dinner. Tammy got her Dad’s old briefcase, then went outside, then came back in like she was coming home from work, you know?

“She came into the kitchen and tried to kiss me but I wouldn’t let her. She told me that I was playing wrong because husbands and wives are supposed to kiss each other. So I kissed her.”

Lily could feel warmth, even hotter than the water, spreading through her body. She shifted… but that only made things worse, as she became even more aware of the sensation of Piper’s body against hers. Her sister didn’t seem to notice.

“What happened next?” Lily asked.

“Tammy said she wanted to kiss some more, but in her parents’ bedroom. So we went into her bedroom and I lay down on the bed. Tammy climbed on top of me and we started to kiss. At first, I was kind of nervous, but then I started to really like it. She started to kiss my neck… and she was putting her tongue in my mouth. Like we do, but more… intense.”

“Did you two… do anything else?” Lily asked, half-dreading the answer even as her heart raced.

“No,” Piper said, a bit disappointed. “Her mom came home, and we got in trouble for being in her room… but she didn’t know we were kissing.”

“Wow.”

“Have you ever played a game like that?”

“No,” Lily replied, imagining it.

“It was kind of fun. We never played it again, though.”

Lily hesitated, then said, “Um… would you like to play it now?”

“Really?” Piper asked, her face lighting up. “You and me?”

“Sure… if you’d like to.”

“Yeah!” Piper squealed. “So what are we waiting for?”

The two girls quickly climbed out of the tub. Lily toweled herself off and then did the same for Piper, perhaps lingering a bit longer than she normally would have, especially around Piper’s bottom and thighs.

When they were dry, Lily found one of their father’s old briefcases and gave it to Piper. Once they were downstairs, the child went outside, while Lily put on an apron and waited in the kitchen, pretending she was fixing dinner. She was giddy with excitement, as if she were embarking on some unknown adventure.

The door opened. “Honey, I’m home!” Piper called out in a deeper voice.

“Hi, sweetie!” Lily replied. “I’m in the kitchen.”

Lily watched over her shoulder as Piper walked into the room, strutting like a man, and set the briefcase down. She walked over to Lily, who bent down to give her “husband” a kiss. Piper certainly didn’t resist like she had with Tammy.

“How was work?” Lily asked.

“Another day, another dollar,” said Piper in that mock-masculine voice.

Lily stopped. “You know, you don’t have to pretend to be a man. It sounds kind of silly.”

Piper frowned slightly. “But… I’m the husband, right?”

“Well, like you said, sometimes girls… do sex stuff with other girls, too, right? Why can’t we both be wives?”

“So… then we’d be playing ‘Wife and Wife’? Like we’re women… but we’re married too?”

Lily shrugged. “Sure, why not? It’s all pretend, anyhow.” She leaned in to rub noses with her sister. “Besides, you’re much cuter as a girl.”

“Okay!” Piper nodded, blushing slightly at her big sister’s compliment. She paused for a moment, getting into character. Then she said, “What’s for dinner, honey?”

“Your favorite… Kraft macaroni and cheese with applesauce on the side.”

“That smells delicious, honey,” Piper said in a suddenly seductive tone, “but you look good enough to eat!”

Lily gasped, then giggled. “Piper, where did you learn to say something like that?”

Piper scowled. “Shh! You’re supposed to be pretending!”

“Oh, sorry.” Lily cleared her throat, then cooed, “That’s so sweet of you, dear.”

Piper stood beside her “wife”, inspecting the make-believe dinner that Lily was preparing. She placed her hand on Lily’s lower back… then let it drift down to touch her sister’s bare bottom. Lily was surprised how nice Piper’s hand felt, caressing her ass.

“You know, honey,” Piper said softly, “I’m not really hungry right now. Why don’t we go to bed a little early tonight?”

Lily turned to look at Piper, who was still touching her butt. Something in her sister’s eyes made her shiver with excitement. She carefully placed the wooden spoon she was holding on the counter. “All right.”

Taking her little sister by the hand, Lily led her up the stairs to the bedroom they shared. They went into the room and Lily shut the door behind them. Without saying much, the two climbed into bed together.

“Good night, honey,” Lily said, her heart throbbing with excitement. “Kiss me goodnight?”

Lily gasped in surprise as Piper climbed on top of her and their mouths came together. At first, it was the same kind of kissing they usually did before bed, a sweet expression of love for one another. Quickly, though, the feeling of it began to change. Lily felt something more aggressive in her sister’s kissing than she was used to.

To her surprise, Lily reacted by meeting Piper’s fierceness with an intensity of her own. She held the girl tightly against her as the two began French kissing, plunging her tongue into her baby sister’s mouth with abandon.

Soon, Piper was kissing her way down her big sister’s neck. Lily was moaning before she was even aware she was doing it. Piper’s mouth found her sister’s once more, and the two girls kissed passionately for a long while.

“Piper,” said Lily, breaking the kiss but breathing heavily, “can I get on top now?”

“Okay,” Piper said, her face slightly flushed.

They rolled over so that now Lily was on top of her sister, then resumed their increasingly frenzied kissing. The girls were now both glistening with sweat and panting in excitement, their bare bodies pressed tightly together.

Lily’s lips trailed across the little girl’s cheek to her ear, where she sucked on the lobe while Piper gasped in delight. She kissed Piper’s ear a few times, Lily then playfully nuzzled the child’s cheeks, forehead, and chin… moving down to her soft neck, then kissing Piper along her jawline. Piper tilted her head this way and that to accommodate her sister, who planted kisses down to the hollow of Piper’s throat.

By this point, Piper had her fingers in Lily’s hair, purring with pleasure as she cradled her big sister’s face to her little girl’s body. Lily, now tingling from head to toe with an arousal such as she had never known, continued downward. She kissed Piper all over her flat, bony chest, her tongue licking playfully at her sister’s nipples… then she took one between her lips to suckle.

“Oh, Lily,” Piper breathed. “I like that…”

Lily took turns switching from one taut nipple to the next, licking, sucking, lightly biting them to make Piper gasp. It was incredible… but she wanted to explore more of her sister’s body. The child whimpered in frustration as Lily released a nipple from her mouth with a wet sound and continued on her southward journey.

When she reached Piper’s tummy, she teased her sister’s belly button with the tip of her tongue, then nuzzled the softness of the girl’s skin, resting her face there, thinking of the treasure that still awaited her further down… the warm secret that nestled between Piper’s legs.

She managed to stop herself before she went as far as that, though, and worked her way back up to Piper’s mouth, where the sisters shared a hot, hungry kiss.

“My turn,” whispered Piper. Lily just nodded in acquiescence, and their mouths met again, tongues sparring playfully.

Lily rolled over, pulling her ten year old sister on top of her without breaking their kiss. At first, it was a repeat of what Piper had done earlier, kissing Lily all over her face and neck. Then she did what Lily had, journey down her sister’s body until she came to the teenage girl’s breasts. Piper shyly kissed them both… first the right one, and then the left. Then she began to lick and suck her big sister’s nipples, marveling at how they stiffened to the touch of her lips.

Lily was on fire, aroused more than she could have imagined from the feeling of her little sister’s soft, tiny mouth on her breasts. She moaned and sighed, which only encouraged Piper. Her hands began to shyly wander over her sister’s little-girl body, stopping just short of touching her bottom.

Finally the ten-year old moved down further to kiss Lily’s tummy for a while before returning to her round, perky tits. Once again she took her big sister’s nipple into her mouth to suck. This time, though, she allowed her hand to rest on Lily’s other breast. Lily cooed happily at Piper’s touch.

Piper, hearing that, began to caress the softness of her sister’s left breast… her mouth still pleasuring the other. Then she sat up straight, smiling at Lily, licking her lips. She gazed lovingly into her sister’s eyes as she placed her hands over Lily’s breasts, fondling them. Lily whispered, their pretending game now forgotten, “Oh, Piper… that feels so good.” She reached up to place a hand behind her sister’s head, drawing Piper’s face to hers so they could kiss again.

Their mouths and bodies ground together as their passion increased. Lily was now fucking her sister’s mouth with her tongue, her hands sliding down Piper’s back to cup her bare bottom. Piper wrapped her arms around her big sister’s neck, thrusting her pelvis against Lily’s in an unconscious attempt to relieve the sudden tingling the ten-year-old felt between her thighs.

At last, Piper gently broke their kiss… and the two trembling sisters gazed in wonderment at each other.

“Piper…” Lily whispered. “We’re going to have sex, aren’t we?”

“No,” Piper replied. “We’re going to make love.”

Lily sighed happily, smothering Piper’s mouth with her own. There was no longer any trace of the innocent, affectionate kissing they had engaged in on previous nights. This was raw, burning lust that they both felt. Lily desired her baby sister more desperately than anything she had ever wanted in her life… and Piper seemed to feel the same way, clutching tightly to her big sister while their tongues wrangled hotly.

Breaking the kiss, Lily licked a path down her baby sister’s body until she reached Piper’s chest. She began kissing and licking the girl’s left nipple… then moved to the right one, flicking her tongue against the pink tip, pausing to gently bite it. Her sister’s skin was so creamy and smooth that it reminded Lily more of warm milk than flesh. Piper whimpered in delight as her sister pleasured her nipples with her eager mouth.

Lily’s nipple play did not last for very long. She knew that Piper’s babyish breasts were only a brief stop on her way to her ultimate destination. Piper knew that as well. Although she had no real sexual experience, the ten-year-old girl sensed from the sweet ache between her thighs exactly what she needed next from her big sister.

Lily continued downward, brushing her lips across Piper’s belly until she reached the place where her sister’s pubes would begin to grow soon. Now trembling with excitement, Piper parted her thin legs, giving her big sister access to her most private places.

Lily gazed, enthralled, at the pristine treasure hidden between her sister’s thighs. The little girl’s bare vagina was the most beautiful thing Lily had ever seen. Sure, she had seen her little sister naked countless times before… but never had she gazed upon Piper’s flower in all its perfect loveliness with these feelings of desire coursing through her body.

The cute naked teenager savored the heavenly sight of the pussy she was about to taste. The fact that it belonged to a child, and that the child was her sister, made no difference to Lily. If anything, that only made the experience sweeter.

She moved in, her tongue emerging to lightly lick at Piper’s slit.

“Oh, Lily,” her sister moaned, “that feels… incredible.” She pressed her head back into her pillow. “Oh, yes.”

All at once Lily dove in, covering the little girl’s bare vagina with her whole mouth, her tongue pressing into Piper’s slit as if it were a tiny cock. Piper gasped in delight. “So… so g-good!” the child stammered, placing shaking hands in her sister’s hair as Lily pleasured her.

Lily had never performed oral sex on anyone, let alone another girl… but everything came to her naturally, as if she’d been doing it her whole life long. She slid her tongue up and down the narrow slit, then kissed the velvet-soft folds of Piper’s labia, which were devoid of even peach fuzz. Her lips were tingling from the excitement of oral love… and her tongue was coated with the sweetness of Piper’s honey, a taste so compelling that Lily’s only desire, besides the need to please her sister, was for more of Piper’s essence.

All the while, Piper squeaked and cooed, gasped and moaned. Her small body was filled near to overflowing with sensations racing from her vagina to the tips of her fingers and toes. She buried her fingers in Lily’s hair, feeling the warmth and softness of her sister’s tresses while she felt the warmth and softness of her sister’s tongue in her most secret, mysterious place.

Lily feasted upon her ten-year-old sister’s virgin slit. Her heart was pounding, head spinning. Her own pussy was oozing fluids that trickled down her thighs. She was on her hands and knees now, her face buried between her sister’s legs, her ass presented without shame. She had been naked for weeks but never this exposed before. And she loved it.

Drawing her face away from Piper’s pussy, Lily rested her now moist cheek against her sister’s thigh. Slowly, carefully, she slid her index finger into the girl, feeling Piper writhe as the digit entered her body. Lily slid it in deeper, cautiously, but the girl didn’t complain. Lily fingered the child slowly and lovingly, occasionally leaning it to lick up the juices that leaked out from her bare slit.

“This feels so nice,” Piper whispered.

“You taste delicious, baby,” Lily whispered back.

“What does it taste like?”

“You try it.”

Lily withdrew her finger from inside her sister’s cunt and offered it to her. Piper at once took the finger in her mouth, sucking off the juices. She clucked her tongue, tasting it. “It’s okay, I guess… don’t know if I’d call it delicious,” she said.

“Maybe that’s because it’s your own pussy,” Lily offered. “To me, it tastes like heaven.”

“I want to try tasting yours,” Piper said, after a moment’s hesitation. “Can I, Lily?”

Lily reached out to caress her sister’s cheek. “Sure you can. Lie back.”

Piper lay her head back onto her pillow. Lily rose to her knees and shuffled up the bed until she was about next to her sister’s head, then draped a leg over Piper until she straddled the young girl’s face, her legs spread apart. Piper’s mouth was inches from Lily’s cunt, which was glistening with moisture.

Lily looked down her body to see the smiling face of her kid sister, looking up from between her thighs.She reached down and stroked the girl’s cheek.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Yes,” Piper said quietly. “I love you, Lily.”

And with that, she lifted her head and took her first, tentative lick of her big sister’s pussy. An electric current seemed to surge through Lily’s body. The teenager shivered with delight as Piper licked again, this time more boldly… then her baby sister began to feast on Lily’s dripping vagina, making the cute teen whimper as the electricity she felt grew more intense.

It didn’t take long for Piper to find Lily’s clitoris… and when her tongue first touched it, Lily moaned loudly, her body rocked by a helpless shudder of purest pleasure. Piper began to focus on that one spot that had drawn such a response from her sister. Soon Lily’s body was rocking with rapturous delight as her ten year old sister licked and sucked on her clit relentlessly.

With her left hand, Lily began squeezing and fondling her breasts… and with her right hand, she reached back behind her and began fingering her little sister’s bare slit.

With this added encouragement, Piper began to lick and suck her big sister’s cunt more passionately than ever. Her tongue explored every fold of Lily’s vagina and she probed as deeply as she could into her sister’s body. Her small hands clutched tightly at Lily’s thighs, her fingers digging into the older girl. She didn’t understand everything that she was feeling at that moment, but she knew she never wanted to stop.

Lily withdrew her fingers from between her sister’s legs, brought them to her lips and licked the wetness off. Then she carefully slung her leg back over Piper’s body until she was no longer on top of her sister.

“What are you doing?” Piper gasped. “I want to lick you some more.”

“You can,” said Lily, “but I want to lick your pussy, too.”

Piper frowned. “Okay… but I get another turn soon.”

“We don’t have to take turns, kiddo,” Lily cooed. “We can do it together at the same time.”

And with that, Lily lay down on her back next to Piper and instructed the girl on what to do next. Piper straddled her sister’s head, facing Lily’s feet. Lily reached out and gently stroked Piper’s adorable bottom. The girl draped her leg over Lily’s body and positioned herself so that her face was directly above Lily’s pussy.

The ten-year-old wasted no time in burying her face between her sister’s thighs, claiming Lily’s cunt with her mouth.

As her little sister licked wildly at Lily’s sex, the older girl realized she had a small problem. Because she was taller than Piper, her mouth was not close enough to Piper’s bare pussy for her to lick it. However, the little globes of the girl’s bottom were directly in front of her… and the small pink cleft of her sister’s anus was easily within reach.

Parting the little girl’s buttocks, Lily licked her lips, then allowed her tongue to flick lightly through her sister’s crack. Piper moaned, but did not interrupt her licking. Lily licked at Piper’s sweet hole again, this time swirling her tongue around the rim of the child’s anus. She almost laughed out loud at how her life had changed. Just weeks ago, she had been a normal teenager. Now she was licking her ten-year-old sister’s asshole and loving it.

The two sisters were lost in mutual passion – Piper eagerly licking her big sister’s pussy, Lily tenderly probing her little sister’s ass with her tongue. It was heavenly, but Lily knew it could not last much longer. Her orgasm was approaching with the speed and certainty of a freight train. She could already feel her hips beginning to buck as her climax built up to its explosive finish. Wanting her sister to come at the same time, she slipped her fingers between Piper’s legs to caress the child’s clitoris.

Suddenly Lily cried out in ecstasy. Her pelvis bucked and heaved as her orgasm struck like a thunderstorm, shaking her body mercilessly. Somehow, though, she managed to keep pleasuring her little sister… and within seconds Piper moaned as her own climax overtook her… the little girl’s body heaving as Lily teased her clit mercilessly, driving her to heights of pleasure that Piper never knew was possible.

Gradually, the tide receded for them both. Their bodies relaxed, and an exhausted Piper climbed from her sister’s face, exhaling noisily as she collapsed next to Lily. Her sister opened her arms without a word, and the little girl snuggled into her sister’s embrace.

“Are… are you okay?” Piper asked.

“Mmmm… fabulous,” Lily breathed.

“What happened?” the child asked.

“I had an orgasm. So did you, I’d say.”

“Wow… I gave you an orgasm!” Piper said slowly.

“Several of them, I think,” Lily murmured.

Piper laughed and hugged her sister tightly. The two girls embraced, never wanting to let go, wanting this moment and this night to last for all of eternity. But it was late and both girls were tired.

“I love you so much, little angel,” Lily told her sister.

“I love you too,” the girl replied, her eyes warm with adoration.

They kissed tenderly before snuggling up together beneath the blankets and falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

From that day on, the girls’ routine changed. Every night, they went to bed early and made love until they were too tired to continue. Both girls knew what they wanted and they never hesitated in pursuing their desire for one another.

They made love in the morning as well, before their mother was awake. Often, Lily would be awakened by the touch of her little sister’s mouth, delicately suckling her breasts. Or Piper might stir in her sleep as Lily’s fingers lovingly fondled her pussy, then gently awaken, at which point the two girls would greet the new day by making sweet, wonderful love. Each time, they coupled with the reckless enthusiasm of children… but with a depth of true love that only two sisters could feel for one another.

The only problem Lily and Piper faced was keeping their lovemaking hidden from Ana. She did not disapprove of their sharing the same bed but, as Lily told Piper, their mother would be very upset if she found out the true nature of their relationship. So the two young lovers had to be very careful that their sexual noises did not carry outside the room, which put an unfortunate limit on how they could express their passion vocally. They were free to have sex when their mother was not home but sometimes their hunger for one another became too intense to wait until bedtime.

Most often, the sisters would sneak off into the woods for their mid-day lovemaking. One of them would suggest a walk in the woods. Once they were far enough away from the house, their tongues would entangle and their limbs would mesh as they pulled one another to the forest floor. There, beneath the trees, they would finger and lick and caress each other until their appetite was satisfied. The only drawback was that, quite often, their mother wanted to accompany her daughters on their forays into the forest, ruining their plans. Lily and Piper had to settle for what they could get.

Continue on to Part Three!