Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Eva

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2013 }

Jen Hadley woke up with a start. It had been such a vivid dream, so clear it could have been real. The woman sat up in bed and heart still pounding, glanced at the red numbers of the digital clock on her husband’s side of the bed. Four in the morning, and Dave was still fast asleep, snoring the way he always did. Oblivious to the world, even on this special day.

For a moment Jen wondered if she should wake him, but what would she say? “Hey, I’ve had a bad dream?” Well, he wouldn’t appreciate being disturbed so early on Christmas morning.

Anyway, it wasn’t a bad dream at all. Quite the opposite. A girl with sparkling green-blue eyes and long blonde hair — she couldn’t have been any older than nine, or maybe ten — standing by Jen’s side, dressed in a short red outfit with white fur at the collar and hem. Long sleeves too, with generous white fur at the cuffs. Jen thought about the dress a moment, because it was hardly a dress as such. It hung open, more like a jacket, revealing a slender pale body with a flat chest but distinctly puffy nipples, and more startlingly at her lower belly was a thin but long black rubber strap on that gleamed in what little light there was. An artificial cock to spear a woman as if she deserved it.

That thought alone had made Jen moan with excitement, even in her dream. Deserved it? How would a woman deserve to be lanced with that thing? So long, so hard, so damned inviting. It would be… well, it would be quite something, wouldn’t it? Jane clutched herself where she sat up in bed and she shivered a little. Not cold, not fearful. Just a thrill running through her.

One minute past four on Christmas morning, the clock told her. In an hour or so her daughter Polly would be up, wanting to go downstairs and open her presents, all stacked neatly under the Christmas tree. Eight year old Polly, so full of life, so looking forward to what Santa had brought. Of course, Polly knew there was no Santa, but it was fun pretending. But then, in the dream… The girl in red and white had said she was Santa, which was silly beyond belief. Girls aren’t Santa. But then the girl hadn’t said that had she, not as such.

“Hi, I’m Santa Clitmas,” the girl had laughed, her voice like liquid gold on silver leaves.

Santa Clitmas. Oh yes, Jen told herself. The sort of crazy ideas that came in dreams, but one that would be easy to explain: it was the strap-on making her think that. Long and hard and ready, so that was why she had imagined the girl in red and white fur saying what she did. Dreams did that, didn’t they? They justified themselves however weird they might seem. But dreams weren’t ever in your own bedroom, were they? This one had been. The young girl standing on the sheepskin rug by the bed. Jen’s side of the bed.

Dreams were never about being satisfied and people being clear. No one dreamt of what they really wanted. Everyone knew that.

Stop it, Jen told herself, hugging herself more. Then she remembered what Santa Clitmas has said in that amazing voice of hers. “You’ve been a good girl, Jen. You deserve what you’ve wanted.” Then the girl in red and white laughed a tinkly laugh and pushed her hips forward so the tip of that smooth black rubber artificial cock was inches from the woman’s face, and Jen had opened her mouth and… For God’s sake! She had taken the smooth shaft between her lips and sucked it, and she could taste something on it that she knew. It was herself, and that was impossible. She’d never had a strap-on near her. Dave’s cock, that was all. All that she had for ten years now and since Polly was born, not so much. Only her husband and that disappointing little thing he was so ridiculously proud of, imagining he was a torrid lover when he was nothing but a selfish––

Jen stopped herself. No, the dream hadn’t been about him, thank heavens. It had been about a girl who knew the woman. But how could she? Had she written a letter to the real Father Christmas and not remembered?

Of course she hadn’t. And who wrote to Santa Clitmas of all people? No, that was quite a joke, if you thought about it. One for the women who wanted satisfaction, probably. Jen thought about it and shivered because she wanted to cry with self-pity. She glanced over at the clock, past her still snoring husband, and saw it was four minutes past four. Surely some kind of magic time, she told herself for a reason the woman couldn’t explain.

Magic, like a young girl with a long strap on. Jen’s shiver this time wasn’t fear or sadness, but a spark of lust in her very depths.

There was a noise at the bedroom door and Jen gave a small gasp, but it wasn’t Santa coming back in waking time. It wasn’t a burglar, either. No need to wake snoring Dave and hear him grumble. It was Polly, standing in the light escaping from her bedroom across the landing.

“I can’t sleep, Mum,” said Polly, quite still in her new green and blue pyjamas.

“I understand, hon,” said Jen with a sigh. She swung her legs out of bed and straightened her short, white nightie and then went to slide her feet into her slippers, which strangely had been moved a little from their usual place on the sheepskin rug. Odd, thought Jen, and felt a pulse in her belly that someone had been there, standing by her bed. Near her face.

“Mum?” Polly asked.

“Okay, Polly. Just getting up. You know sweetheart it’s a bit early, even for Christmas morning.” The woman stood and stretched, aware she felt more alive than she had felt in ages. Not tired at all. Not the least weary.

“I had a dream Mum,” said the girl in the doorway.

“We all get those, sweetheart,” said Jen as she picked up her satin gown and pulled it round her still-slim shoulders. “Nothing to worry about.”

“But this was a girl,” said Polly. She held her hand out for her mother to come to her. Jen gulped, because this was different, the way Polly wanted her. “She wanted me to do things.”

“Dreams are funny,” said Jen, remembering her own dream, feeling that glow in her sex, the taste on her lips and tongue, the way she felt happy beyond belief.

“Not this one,” said Polly, taking her mother’s hand. “This was lovely. The girl wore red with white fur and she had a funny name. Santa Clitmas, she said.”

The mother nearly cried out in alarm. But Jen bit her lip, held herself back. “Honey––” she began.

“Mum, it’s okay. I know she wasn’t Santa. There isn’t a Santa Clitmas. But she brought me a present. It’s in my room.” Polly paused and smiled up at her mother. “She said you’d like it too.”

A wave of something approaching euphoria mixed with fear swept over Jen. She clutched her child’s hand tightly. “Show me,” she managed to say, swaying slightly on her slippered feet.

Of course no one else had been in, no one had slipped into Polly’s room and left her an extra present. The Hadley family didn’t do that. All the presents were under the tree for them all to open in the morning. The big tree laden with baubles and the smiling fairy in her gold and silver dress on top.

Polly’s room was neat, the way the girl kept it. Nothing torn or damaged or invaded. Just the bed cover turned back, and a small present wrapped in gold and silver on the bed. Innocent looking, but not innocent at all.

“Oh God,” said Jen, more to herself.

“Mum, it’s okay,” said Polly. She gripped her mother’s hand tighter. “Come on, we can open it,” said Polly.

Jen nodded. “You open it, honey. You see what…” The woman gulped loudly, again. “You see what Santa Clitmas wants us to open.”

Polly grinned, let go of her mother and went to the bed. Carefully, she unwrapped the present and even before it was fully undone Jen knew what it was. The girl brought out the long black rubber strap-on. One designed to be thrust hard into a willing woman. One with short straps to fit round a young girl’s slender waist.

“Oh God,” said Jen, again, but this time with a hint of expectation and a suggestion of inevitability.

“I think this is what Santa Clitmas wore,” said Polly. “What I have to wear.”

“Yes,” said Jen. “It’s called a strap-on, honey.”

“Mum, can you help me?” As she said it Polly was smiling like she was a radiant being. “I have to be naked, and you do too. Santa said so.”

“Yes, she would,” said Jen. She stepped forward and began to unbutton her daughter’s pyjama top, then slide her pyjama pants down. A flat chest, no puffy nipples yet, but slightly hard as if the little girl was excited, and the child’s hairless vulva.

Jen folded her daughter’s clothes neatly. Then the woman took the strap-on and saw it was beautiful. Perfect: the right weight, the right length. Long enough to hurt in the most thrilling way. With as much care and as much speed as she could manage, Jen put the strap-on cock in place on her daughter’s lovely young hips and buckled the straps in place so the artificial cock sprang from Polly’s hips like a gleaming, proud weapon.

“Mum,” whispered the girl. “I like it. It feels so good.”

Jen put her fingers on the slick column, marvelling at its smoothness and girth and length. Made to measure, it occurred to her. Like someone knew the depth of her desire. “Yes,” the mother agreed. “It looks like it has to be used.” The woman let go of the cock and stripped off her gown and nightie, tossing them carelessly aside. Her own nipples were hard and proud and under her shaved cunt and between her thighs there was a buzz of anticipation.

“You look lovely, Mum,” said Polly.

“And so do you, hon. Beautiful. And better with that strap-on, too. Like… like…”

“Like your owner,” said the girl, eyes alight, her cock dancing in the light.

“Yes, like my owner, like a lover who owns me,” said Jen, not knowing where the words sprang from but delighted how honest they sounded. There would be no untruths here. Not anymore.

“Yeah. She told me that since Daddy doesn’t love you enough, I get to instead. “This”– she indicated the strap-on, now jutting from her body — “is my present… but I get to be your present. Isn’t that sweet?”

“Very sweet. Honey, I have to bend over, right?”

“Yes, Mum. Santa said you would bend over so I can, um… You know, do that thing.”

“Fuck me,” said Jen. “It’s okay for you to say it, honey.”

“Fuck you,” said the girl. “Fuck you hard.”

“Yes,” agreed Jen. “Very hard.”

“Mum… when I’ve done that. I have to make you clean it.”

“Of course you do, dear. I want it in me and I want to clean it when you’re done fucking me.”

“And then she said that I’m s’posed to lie down and let you lick my cunny until I’ve had enough. Then, I roll over, and you lick my bottom hole.”

“I’d love to do that to you,” Jen said, realizing with a start that going down on her beautiful eight-year-old was exactly what she wanted. “I just want to make you happy, Polly.”

“I am,” said the girl. “Will you kiss me? Santa said I should get you to kiss me.”

“With pleasure, baby girl,” Jen cooed. Bending down, she claimed Polly’s mouth with hers.

Jen was startled when Polly brought her tongue into play first, but immediately responded in kind, and their kiss quickly grew hot and passionate.

Finally, mother and daughter slowly drew apart. Polly smiled. “Now bend over my bed, Mum. And no screaming.”

“Not unless you want me to,” said Jen as she did as she was told. Weight on her elbows, backside pushed out on offer, legs apart, her wet cunt dripping with anticipation, her breasts hanging below her and nipples tingling with excitement.

“I love you, Mum,” said the girl as she positioned the long, black cock against her mother’s cunt, gently prising the lips of the woman’s sex apart.

“I want you to fuck me, honey, and make me yours for always,” said the woman, over her shoulder, thrilled to see her daughter behind her so confident, so assertive. “I love you too, Polly.”

“I know. Now hold still, Mummy… And thank you, Santa Clitmas for the best present ever,” Polly said as with one thrust of her young but strong hips the girl sent the long, hard cock into her mother’s waiting cunt. All the way in, hard and deep and Jen gasped and bit her lip and a moan of pleasure in her throat felt a surge of joy in her heart that she had never known before, the way the strap-on’s base slammed into her engorged clit.

Downstairs, the gold and silver fairy on the tree smiled a little bit more while above her ethereal crown, the floorboards creaked just that little bit. Creaked again and again and again until there was definite gasp of someone climaxing like they never had before, and then presently the gentle slurp of a woman lovingly cleaning herself off a black rubber cock, and a little girl laughing happily — then moaning to the touch of her mother’s mouth.

THE END

by StarSapphire

The next morning at work, I received a phone call from Leanne. Thinking she just wanted to talk about babysitting issues, I agreed to have lunch with her. She was already there when I walked into the restaurant.

She looked up at me, a strained expression on her face as I sat down.

Before I had any chance to assess the situation Leanne, in a slightly quavering voice, spoke up. “I know about you and Tanya,” was all she said.

My face went deathly white as I stared at Leanne across from me. “Y–you know? How?” I gasped, totally shocked. It didn’t even occur to me to deny that her eleven-year-old daughter Tanya and I had become lovers.

“You both reeked of sex last night,” she said with a smile. A smile? “Guess you ran out of time and couldn’t shower.”

“Leanne… I don’t know w-what to say… I’m so s-sorry –”

“It’s all right, Carla — I’m not upset.”

“You’re not? B-but –” was all I could manage at the moment, too many emotions tumbling through me.

“No, I’m not. Surprised, of course, but not upset. I’m glad Tanya has found someone nice to be her first lover. I know you care for her, and she speaks so highly of you.”

“I do care for her — and her mother,” I added. “But…”

“Perhaps I should take a very different view of it all,” she sighed, “but when I was twelve I had a sexual relationship with a woman teacher that I loved very much. She ended up hurting me, though. In the beginning though, it was totally marvelous, and I can’t begrudge my daughter the same experience. Just d-don’t break her heart, that’s all I ask.” Leanne lowered her eyes, on the verge of tears.

“Hurt her! Oh my God, Leanne… I adore her! She is the sweetest thing to ever come into my life,” I told her in all sincerity.

“I’m also jealous,” Leanne said quietly, her eyes still downcast.

“You’re — jealous?” I didn’t understand.

“I — I’m in love… with both of you,” Leanne confessed, her shoulders trembling. “It’s making me crazy.” She lifted her face, her sorrowful eyes rimmed with tears. “That is so wrong, isn’t it? Wanting to love my own daughter like that. I’ve been… having fantasies about her for a year or so. Of… kissing her. T-touching her. Undressing her… and everything else.” Leanne looked at me desperately. “But it’s you too, Carla. My God, I’m so in love with you!” And she began to cry.

“With me?” I asked foolishly. “I — I have feelings for you too, Leanne. I have since we first met,” I told her.

“But now you’re with, with Tanya,” she sighed. “It’s just that I seem to be losing you both right now… and it’s very painful for me to let go, you understand?” Leanne was quietly sobbing as she spoke.

“Of course I do,” My heart went out to her. How dreadful to have the two objects of her desire unite and leave her out in the cold. My guilt knew no bounds. For a moment a deep sadness consumed me. How could something so good and fine end up hurting a wonderful woman like Leanne? Someone so beautiful, so desirable?

And then a lightbulb flashed in my mind.

“Does… does Tanya have any idea about how you feel about her?” I asked slowly, my mind racing.

She shrugged. “I don’t think so, but I know she caught me looking down her shirt the other day when she wore that loose white top. Do you remember it?” she sniffed.

“Oh yes…” I replied, my excitement growing by the second, “and I’m afraid I might have been responsible for her wearing it for you.” The realization of how I had completely overlooked the obvious had dawned on me.

“What?”

“Listen, Leanne, I think things are going to work out fine. Let me talk to Tanya about you and me. I think you may be surprised where the conversation goes from there. Will you trust me with that?”

“I guess so,” Leanne replied, looking a bit puzzled. “But –”

“Believe me Leanne, I think everyone’s going to be happy in the end,” I said, hoping against hope that my hunch was right. “Can you take today off work?”

“I already have,” she told me. “After finding out about you and Tanya I knew I wasn’t going to be in any shape to work today. Why?”

“Well, when she gets home from school I’m going to have a little chat with her and if it goes the way I think it will, I’ll phone you to come over. Are you willing to trust me on this?”

A look of hope dawned on her face. “Well, I don’t really have a choice, do I? Okay, if you call me I’ll come.”

I felt I was now on firm ground and totally in control of the situation for a change. Tanya had artfully stage-managed things up to this point, but I thought a more mature hand was now needed.

As we got up to leave the restaurant Leanne looked over at me. “God, you’re so beautiful, Carla,” she sighed. We hugged closely, and I could still feel her tears wetting my blouse.

“And so are you, sweetheart. Just leave things up to me,” I urged. We walked out slowly together and parted.

*****

I left work early so as to meet Tanya when she arrived home from school. Standing in the front lobby, I saw her approaching right on time, this time dressed demurely in black slacks and a red cotton top with a very grown up looking multicolored scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. She spotted me as I opened the door for her.

“Carla, how wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Are we going up to your place, then?” she asked breathlessly.

“Yes, precious we are. You look so pretty today… but honey, we have to talk a bit, okay?”

“Is — is everything all right?” Tanya asked me anxiously.

“Yes, little one, but we need to talk. We’re both lovers now, and that’s what lovers sometimes have to do, okay?”

“Of course,” Tanya replied, clearly pleased that I had called her my lover. We entered my condo and I deliberately steered her away from my the black leather couch, the scene of such intense passion just hours before, and sat her down at the kitchen table. Taking both her hands in mine, I looked her in the eye.

“I know who your secret girlfriend is,” I said.

“You do?” Tanya gasped. “How can you know that? I never told anyone!”

“It’s your mom… isn’t it, sweetheart?” I confronted her.

“How — how did you find out?” Tanya was suddenly close to tears, and I could tell that I’d deeply embarrassed her without meaning to.

“Oh honey, please, it’s okay…”

“I know it’s… it’s wrong,” she whimpered, “b-but she’s so sweet, so beautiful… ever since I figured out I liked girls, I knew that I liked her best.” Her lower lip trembled. “At first I just, just wanted her to k-kiss me… but I kept thinking about, um, more.”

“So… you want to make love with your mom?” I asked her gently.

“Yes,” she whispered, sobbing slightly. “I’m so s-sorry, Carla.”

“Tanya,” I murmured, squeezing her hands, “what if I told you that your mother feels just like you do? That she wants to be your lover, the same way I am?”

Her mouth fell open. “What?”

“Your mom knows about us, honey,” I whispered, drawing her into my arms, “and she is so jealous and heartbroken because she loves us both… loves us like girlfriends. What do you think of that?”

“No way!” Tanya squeaked. “You mean she wants to be lovers with both of us? She — she really wants to, to be with me like that?”

“Yes she does, precious. It means we’d be a kind of family. Is that okay with you, honey? You look a little shocked,” I said in classic understatement.

Clapping two hands against her face Tanya just sat there for a few seconds, eyes staring wide. Then she burst into a huge grin and threw open her arms. “Yes, oh YES! Please, can we all be lovers?”
“In about as long as it takes to speed dial her number, precious. Just wait a minute.”

I quickly got Leanne on the phone and invited her over. She wasn’t aware yet what had transpired, but that would all change quickly.

Soon I heard a soft tapping on my door and a gentle “Hello?” as Leanne entered, spied us in the kitchen and wandered in.

“Mommy… oh Mommy!” Tanya cried, jumping up from the table and running into her mother’s arms.

“Honey, what’s this all about? Hush now and tell me,” I could hear the nervous quaver in her voice, and my heart went out to her. If only I’d known how lonely she had been…

“Carla says you know about us, and that you’re jealous, and you want me too, and, and oh, I don’t know!” Tanya wailed.

Leanne stared at me, wide-eyed, then slowly lowered her gaze to the young girl in her arms.

“Is it true, Mommy?” Tanya asked plaintively, her eyes filled with desire and hope. “Are you really in love with me…?”

Leanne was silent, weighing her words. Finally she quietly said, “Yes, it’s true… I want you, sweetheart. I am so in love with you… only I never thought you could ever want me that way.” Leanne held Tanya at arm’s length and gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes. “Could you ever… love me like that, honey?”

“Of course I do, Mommy!” Tanya exclaimed impatiently, stomping her foot in emphasis. “I’ve always loved you… but now I love you in a different way, like a girlfriend and… well, it’s really confusing, ’cause I’m in love with Carla now, too.”

“So am I, honey. I love Carla very much and she says she feels the same way, but you two need to agree if you want to let me into your relationship… I guess that’s what this is all about.” Leanne looked up at me with a shy smile. “Did I get that right?”

“Yes, you have,” I laughed. “Is that okay with you, Tanya?” I asked her. “Can your mom become part of our relationship, to have and to hold and all that stuff? Just say `I do,’ honey,” I giggled.

“I do!” gasped Tanya and threw her arms around her trembling mother, who now had tears rolling down her beautiful face. I stood looking at the two of them rocking together in a loving embrace, and suddenly realized that we had just created a family, an odd little family to be sure, but a family nonetheless.

Tanya and Leanne stood in my kitchen embracing for several heartfelt moments when they both looked up and stared into each other’s eyes. Silently their lips moved together in a warm kiss that had me tingling. Tanya quickly brought her tongue into play, and Leanne was only too eager to respond in kind. I was thrilled beyond belief to see the twin objects of my desire — mother and daughter — kissing like lovers. They held that precious moment together for what seemed like minutes before they finally broke apart.

“I’ve been practicing,” Tanya giggled, looking over at me.

“So I hear,” Leanne said, looking at me archly.

I blushed as they swayed against each other in the middle of my kitchen. I reluctantly interrupted their reverie, however, by walking over and putting my arms around both of them. “Want to see my bedroom, girls? Let’s get things off to a proper start,” I smiled.

I led them both into my spacious boudoir, where my king sized bed took center stage. They both admired the soft pastel shades of pink I’d had it all decorated in, along with my white furniture… then we all sort of stood there, not knowing exactly how to begin our new life as lovers.

I quickly remedied that situation, glancing over at Tanya and silently indicating that she should begin unbuttoning her mother’s baby blue blouse. As Tanya’s fingers got busy I went for Leanne’s belt buckle, after first removing her sandals. I quickly opened her slacks, then tugged down her zipper slowly, all the time watching Tanya undress her mother above me. Gripping the ends of her black wool pants I began pulling them off. Leanne raised her hips briefly and the job was done, leaving her in pale blue cotton panties, her gorgeous long legs exposed to my eyes for the first time.

Tanya, meanwhile, was slipping off her mother’s blouse, exposing a pair of delicate breasts encased in a white silky bra. “God, Mom,” she sighed happily, “you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to touch your boobs.”

“Here they are, honey,” Leanne whispered as Tanya undid the clasp of her mother’s bra, freeing her breasts to our mutual gaze. “I hope it was worth the wait.”

“Oh, Mommy, they are so pretty!” Tanya squealed. “So, um, can I…?” Her mother nodded a quick yes and, as I watched, Tanya cupped her mother’s breasts in her hands.

I pulled my top over my head and dropped my slacks on the floor beside it. My bra and panties quickly followed. Reaching over, I completed Leanne’s unveiling by quickly peeling her panties off her slim legs and adding them to the growing pile of clothing on my bedroom floor. At this point both mother and child were looking at me like they wanted to gobble me up.

“No fair, Tanya,” I declared. “It’s your turn to get naked!”

She laughed, but soon she was as nude as her mother and I. We were quite a sight, the three of us — two honey blondes, a young brunette and what looked like an acre of beautiful female flesh, punctuated by pert dark nipples and triangles of tangled fur between my legs and Leanne’s… then, standing alone, the pinkness of Tanya’s delightfully bare slit.

The first thing we did was climb onto the bed, Tanya between Leanne and I.

“I think it’s only fair that your mother gets to make love to you first,” I said to Tanya, and Leanne smiled eagerly. I lay on my side and watched them, which was a treat in itself.

Leanne gazed deeply into Tanya’s eyes, then gave her a deep, prolonged kiss. She slipped her thigh between her daughter’s legs, then ran her hand down to cup Tanya’s ass, bringing her daughter’s cunt into contact with her thigh, urging her hips into a deep undulating thrust against the little girl.

Tanya’s eyes grew wide, and she clutched at Leanne’s ass as her mother pumped her body in a steady rhythm, rubbing her dripping cunt against her daughter’s thigh. Their breathing intensified, and Tanya’s hand came searching for mine. I grasped and held it, feeling her rhythmically squeeze as she fast approached orgasm.

Tanya suddenly began to moan and writhe in her mother’s arms as an intense surge of pleasure washed through her. In seconds Leanne followed her daughter, and the two met in a hip-grinding, bone-shaking climax, months of stored-up lust released by their brief friction in a joyous explosion. Finally, they lay quietly entwined, their bodies moist from exertion as I moved in to embrace them both.

“Oh, God… Mommy, that was wonderful!” Tanya gasped. “I love you so much! Thank you, thank you!”

“Mmmmm, honey, that was so sweet,” Leanne cooed into Tanya’s hair. “I love you too, my darling.”

We all lay wrapped together for several minutes, momentarily spent. Then Leanne and I made our first discovery that night of the amazing stamina and recuperative powers of youth.

“Now I want to watch you and Mom make love!” Tanya gleefully interjected into our cozy snuggle.

Tanya rolled off and I scooted over to Leanne’s opening arms, and we met in our first searing kiss. Our tongues melted and dueled incessantly as our hands wandered over each other’s bodies, exploring one another’s breasts, hard taut nipples and supple ass cheeks. Our hips and pussies ground together passionately.

“Oh, Carla, I’ve waited so long for this,” Leanne murmured into my ear. “Now, climb on my face! I want to taste you!”

I looked over at Tanya lying on her side enraptured, a hand busy between her slim, lithe young legs. Then I rolled off Leanne and straddled her face, my knees on either side of her head. I could see her moistening her lips as I lowered my pussy to her waiting mouth.

“Yes…” I purred as her mouth made a searing connection with my cunt, then her lips and tongue began to weave their slippery magic.

Tanya, seeing this act for the very first time, was entranced, climbing up behind me to watch the action over my shoulder.

“Oooh, that’s sooo hot!” she gurgled. “Now I want to play.”

She wrapped both arms around my upper half and began to roughly grope my tits with her strong, small hands. Then I felt her right hand moving down behind me.

Can you feel me touching my pussy?” she whispered. I felt her little knuckle against my lower back, just as I’d done to her. “Can you f-feel Mommy’s mouth kiss your hot, squishy cunt? Is her tongue up inside you?”

I moaned with feral pleasure as these nasty words spilled from Tanya’s childish mouth.

“Oh God, little one! Yes, baby! Don’t you s-stop! Keep talking dirty for me, baby!” I continued to writhe around atop her mother’s face as Tanya’s filthy words filled my ear.

“Come for me, Carla, let Mommy fuck you with her tongue… while I squeeze your b-big boobs!” She was as good as her words, practically mauling my breasts.

I gritted my teeth as I fought back my approaching climax, brought on by Tanya’s stream of obscenities and her mother’s hot, wet mouth feasting on my cunt.

“Oh f-f-fuck!” I gasped. “Here it comes!” And oh, mercy, did it ever.

I felt Tanya shudder behind me as her own feverish ministrations caught up with her. We came together in a great freaky surge of female sexual energy, her mother drenched, I’m sure, in my womanly fluids. My guts churned from the impact of this second soul-racking climax, and I heard Tanya sobbing out her joy onto my back; now drenched with her sweat and mine — along with my little lover’s tears of happiness.

I had never felt so sated in my life. With a desperate moan I rolled off Leanne and lay on my side as Tanya slid down to nestle between Leanne and me.

For a minute everyone was too exhausted to speak but Tanya raised herself up on an elbow. “Wow, Mom,” she laughed. “You licked her pussy!” she exclaimed. “I bet that feels incredible!”

“Would you like to find out?” Leanne slyly asked her.

“Yes, Mommy… are you going to lick my little cunt now?” Tanya asked coyly, a finger stuck girlishly in her mouth as she wriggled her hips in a most provocative way.

“Mmmm, that sounds lovely. But where did you learn all those nasty words, young lady? Not from Carla, I’m sure!” Leanne said in mock seriousness. “I mean they’re okay in the bedroom, honey… but don’t let me catch you saying them anywhere else!”

“But I learned most of them from you, Mommy,” Tanya replied innocently. “Like how pissed off you get sometimes with your boss Arlene, when you call her a fucking bitch?”

“Okay, I give up!” Leanne laughed, “Just don’t do as I do, do as I say — or something like that!”

“Oh, and I got some of those words from the internet,” Tanya added. “When I figured out I was a lesbian, I sorta wanted to, well, learn more.” She giggled. “That’s where I learned to say ‘eat pussy’, and other cool stuff.”

Leanne gave her little girl an evil grin. “If you want to know all about eating pussy, I think we can arrange a few lessons.” She placed a hand on Tanya’s thigh. “Now lie back, honey, and spread those beautiful young legs for me. Mommy’s got a treat for you…”

As I watched in awe, Leanne began to trail her mouth down Tanya’s chest, first capturing each of her child’s nipples in turn, then nuzzling a path down to the belly button, pausing to probe it with the tip of her tongue… causing her now writhing daughter to squeal in delight.

Moving lower, she began to gently lick Tanya’s hairless slit, then carefully delved inside to explore her daughter’s vagina. Tanya moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

After a few minutes of mixed kissing and licking, Leanne finally centered her attention on Tanya’s clitoris, hidden in the tight folds of her labia.

“Oh M-Mommy — that feels s-so good!” Tanya cried out as Leanne continued to go down on her daughter.

Bringing her right hand into play, the older woman eased the tip of her middle finger into Tanya’s tight little hole and began a gentle in-and-out motion as the panting eleven-year-old rocked her hips in response.

Leanne raised her head from between Tanya’s legs, gazing warmly at her daughter.

“Honey,” she cooed. “I’m going to touch your bottom hole, now… is that okay, dear?”

“I — I guess so,” Tanya breathed, then a tiny “Oh!” as it became clear Leanne was exploring her child’s anus. “Ooooh yeah, that feels s-so nice, Mommy. Don’t stop! Mmmmmm, d-don’t stop!”

I stared in amazement as Leanne’s thumb worked into her daughter’s cunt, her finger probed the girl’s virgin rectum, and her lips nibbled and sucked at Tanya’s tiny clit.

Soon delightful shudders and shakes overtook Tanya as Leanne brought her to yet another all-consuming orgasm, pleasuring the girl until she begged “Stop, Mommy… n-n-no more, please!”

As Tanya gasped for breath, Leanne quickly moved up to embrace her, giving her daughter a passionate kiss. I could only gaze in awe at my little lover’s smooth slit, envying her mother for being the first to taste it.

“Oh, Carla,” Leanne sighed. “She tastes sooo sweet!”

“I’ll bet she does. I saved her for you,” I smiled.

“Yeah, and it was wonderful!” Tanya cried. “Do I get to try that on you guys sometime? I mean, I heard about getting licked, y’know, down there before, but I didn’t know it felt so, so good!” She slumped back into the sheets. “I gotta rest some first, though.”

At this point we were all a little worn out, so I suggested we refresh ourselves in the walk-in shower I’d had installed. It had a three way directional spray that Julie and I had installed so as to have lots of room to play. I found it fitted the three of us beautifully, with water coming from multiple directions and enough and space to soap, rinse and caress each other.

Of course Leanne and I could not get enough of Tanya’s young body, our hands exploring every sweet inch of her, but she got the chance to explore ours too. “I want to lick you!” she announced and knelt before me, her face inches from my vulva. Tentatively at first, she extended her tongue to tease my pussy fur, then pressed through the thick curls to the warm pink flesh, licking at the opening to my vagina.

I moaned, utterly enraptured by Tanya’s inexpert but loving efforts, her affection for me felt in every movement of her tongue. She was really going down on me now, feasting on my cunt in an open-mouthed French kiss.

I was so into my little lover’s oral attentions that I didn’t pay too much attention when Tanya’s hand slipped around my hip, her fingers stealing into the cleft of my ass. But it certainly registered when I felt a fingertip wriggling its way into my anus.

Tanya grinned up at me. “Is that okay?” she asked with a bad-girl snicker.

“Oh, yes, precious. Fuck my ass, baby… and d-don’t stop eating my pussy!” I gasped back. Leanne only grinned at the sight, leaning against the shower wall and gently stroking her cunt as Tanya brought me to the boil and spilling over into pure delight with her eager mouth, tongue and fingers. It was all I could do to remain standing, but I managed to keep myself up until my little girl took me to a second climax.

Spent, I slowly slid down the wall until my ass rested on the shower floor. Dazed, I felt Tanya’s lips seeking mine and met her in a gentle but extremely passionate kiss. Then she moved into my lap, and we both watched as Leanne masturbated to a quick climax.

Rinsing and toweling off, pausing again and again to share kisses and caresses, we returned naked to my bedroom.

My God!” exclaimed Leanne as we all crowded together on my bed to snuggle, still feeling tingly and warm from our shower. “How did all this happen, and so fast?”

“Beats me,” replied Tanya, in what sounded like perfect innocence.

Leanne and I shared a quick glance, then both of us stared together at our eleven-year-old lover.

“Hey,” she said. “Why are you guys looking at me?” Why, indeed!

Carry on to Chapter Four!

by StarSapphire

When I came home from work the next day, Tanya was waiting by my parking space. She eagerly waved to me and smiled as I pulled in and got out of the car.

Finding all the right keys and entry cards, we made our way to the elevator and then went up to my condo. I let Tanya in ahead of me as I scooped up the mail that had been delivered that morning. Nothing important, so I hung up my coat and went to join Tanya at my kitchen table.

“Mom has to work late tonight. Thanks for having me over,” Tanya said demurely.

“For you any time, sweetheart. It’s no trouble. I love your company.”

“And I like yours too, even if you are 35 years old!” she giggled.

“Hey, that wasn’t what you were saying last night, little girl, remember?”

“I know. I’m just teasing you. I really liked last night, the way you taught me to kiss,” Tanya smiled across at me warmly. I blushed, remembering my feelings only too well from last night.

To take my obsessed mind away from the sweet young form opposite me, I threw myself into preparing us both dinner. I did up a chicken stir-fry that required lots of chopping and cutting that allowed my thoughts to focus on something else besides Tanya’s young body, decked out in a navy blue pleated skirt and white high collar blouse. No peeks down the front tonight, I thought. Little did I know.

After dinner Tanya helped me wash up, then we resumed our comfortable positions at either end of my big black leather couch, as if no time had passed since last night. She sat facing me with her legs straight out on the couch, while I sort of curled in sideways at my end, Tanya’s feet just touching my shins. She began to wiggle her white ankle socks against me and laughed.

“Can we practice some more now?” Tanya asked with a wicked little grin.

“You mean kissing?” as if I didn’t know.

“Yeah, kissing,” she said and scooted close beside me, her eager face inches from mine.

Looking down at her, I couldn’t resist. I brought my lips forward and met hers in a soft, gentle peck before pulling away.

“Kissing you last night got me all excited,” Tanya whispered slyly.

“I know honey, I was getting a little worked up myself. We were so bad!” I was falling into her trap again, the little fox.

“When I went to bed, you know what I did?” she asked me breathlessly.

“No… what, sweetheart?”

“I touched myself, you know, down there,” she said pointing towards her pussy.

“Yes, I know what you mean, honey,” I replied softly, my heart racing.

Oh my God! Now what should I do? I’d masturbated, too, but I hadn’t thought about the effect our little necking session might have on an inexperienced but all too grown up Tanya. Obviously she was getting turned on, whether she thought that our kissing had “counted” or not.

“I touched myself too, Tanya,” I confessed rather shamefully. Telling an eleven-year-old girl that I’d just masturbated to memories of her kisses was a totally strange and slightly scary experience. “After you left, and then again before I went to sleep. Kissing can be serious stuff, especially to an old broad like me, y’know.”

“That is just so awesome, Carla, that you played with yourself — and you’re not an old broad. You’re sexy and beautiful and I only wish one day I’ll look half as good as you do!” She threw both arms around my waist and embraced me, planting her young, lush lips full against mine.

This kiss lasted a little longer… and yes, our tongues were involved. After our moment of self-disclosure, the resolve I’d had turned to water as my lips slowly parted for Tanya. She followed my lead, eagerly. Finally I had the incredible sensation of slipping my tongue into Tanya’s warm mouth, as hers shyly slid into mine.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first, then our mouths opened wider as we grew more passionate, our kiss becoming increasingly hungry. After several more intense minutes of this, we finally pulled apart and looked at each other.

“God, baby, that was so hot,” I panted. “But w-we have to stop now.”

“Stop? Stop what?” Tanya queried. “This doesn’t count, remember?” She looked at me with a sassy grin. “We’re just practicing.”

With that she began kissing me again… and within seconds we were deeply engrossed in one of the hottest, most meaningful kisses of my life. Just as I thought I’d lose my mind, as our tongues again engaged in loving combat, Tanya pulled away and looked me in the eyes with a sultry intensity.

“Can I… feel you up? You know, like, um, touch your titties?”

“Tanya!” I exclaimed. “That’s going a bit far, don’t you think?” I stared down at her, feeling both lust and shock.

“I just really want to know what it’s like to touch them. They’re very beautiful.” She looked up at me with her angelic little smile and I melted once more.

“Yeah, well, okay,” I stammered, surprising myself. “But don’t you dare tell your mom or anybody else that I let you feel me up, okay? I’m serious!” And I was.

“Of course I won’t, silly,” Tanya said. With that, she quickly swooped in to resume kissing me, and I felt her left hand start to glide up my stomach until she had the palm over my nipple, then she began gently fondling my right breast, then the left. My nipples were instantly hard as I felt the warm pressure of her hand stroking and kneading me.

“Gosh, they feel so nice!” she murmured into my lips as our tongues danced together.

“It feels good for me too, little one,” I murmured into Tanya’s mouth.

Waves of hot pleasure were shooting through my breasts and down between my legs. I was soaking wet as her hand continued to explore each breast in turn, then settled on a steady, soothing massage of my right one. My nipples were aching to be touched and sucked at that point, but I dared not take things any further.

As long as we have our clothes on, it’s okay. It doesn’t count. That’s what I kept telling myself, anyhow.

Then Tanya stopped kissing me again.  “I — I want to see them… your b-breasts, I mean,” she mumbled hesitantly with a finger in her mouth, looking too cute for words. “Pretty please?”

At this point I would have done almost anything for her. My resolve to be good was all but gone under Tanya’s imploring and my rising lust. Besides, it isn’t like being naked after all, I rationalized, I’ll just be topless. No big deal, right?

“Okay, little one, but I have to see yours too,” I commanded her with a catch in my throat, hardly able to wait to see her bare chest before me.

“Oh, boy!” Tanya squealed. “But I haven’t got any. Not really,” she remarked.

“Oh, yes you do. Now come on. Take off your top and I’ll take off mine.”

We both laughed. I began to unbutton my white cotton blouse, then slowly peeled it from my shoulders. Tanya, meanwhile, had unbuttoned hers and was staring intently at my breasts, cupped firmly in a lacy white bra. She slid her starched white blouse off her shoulders and draped it neatly over the arm of the couch.

Her titties were so sexy and adorable as she exposed them to my heated gaze; small little mounds topped with darling pink nipples all puffed out with excitement.

I quickly reached round my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall forward through my arms and into my lap. Tanya stared at my bare breasts intently as I let the garment fall to the floor, forgotten.

“Oh, Carla!” Tanya exclaimed. “They’re so beautiful! Can I touch them?”

“Only if I can touch yours, sweetheart.”

She nodded, and I reached forward to cup her budding mounds with my palms. Tanya reached forward and did the same to me. Her touch was electric on my bare breasts. I watched her as she slowly and lovingly fondled my aching tits. Her eyes were like saucers, her mouth a big O of wonder.

Round and round, her small hands fondled my swollen breasts and nipples as my fingers gently stroked hers into puffy prominence. I yearned to take them in my mouth.

“I want to suck your nipples, baby,” I told Tanya, my voice shaking with excitement.

“Oooh, please!” she squealed.

I leaned forward and down, capturing first one, then the other soft nipple between my lips, kissing, licking, and sucking them to hardness. She purred like a baby kitten as I pleasured her adolescent breasts.

“Now I wanna kiss yours!” she demanded, sitting straight up with her elbows behind her back… looking so incredibly sexy that I nearly came on the spot.

I took the left breast in my hand and fed her my nipple. The touch of her lips was ecstatic, especially as she began to suck gently, her free hand reaching up to caress my right breast.

I was soaking wet now and desperately in need of release. I let her go on sucking and giving me tiny little bites — whether intentionally or not I didn’t know. The pleasure was intense and the sight of her nuzzling my breasts sent warm, rapturous waves down my hot, dripping pussy. I had to do something before I completely lost control.

“Stop, baby,” I urged her. “Sit up and talk to me for a second, okay?”

Tanya reluctantly pulled away. “Okay, but…”

“Honey, remember when you said you touched yourself last night?” She slowly nodded. “Well, I have to do that now. I need to get myself off, babe… and I want you to do it with me.”

I was amazed at what I’d just said. I’d never masturbated in front of anyone before, never mind a girl of eleven, but the idea was burned in my brain.

“R-really? You want to, to touch yourself with me?”

“Yes, baby, I do… and I want to watch you play with yourself while I do it. Is that okay?”

“Oooh, I’d like that!” Tanya gasped. “But we’ll have to take all our clothes off,” she said with a mischievous grin.

I had planned on simply slipping my hand down my pants, but this seemed like a naughtier, better idea. The thought of seeing Tanya naked overcame any resistance I had and I stood up, undid my slacks and slid them to the floor quickly. My wet panties followed.

Tanya stared wide-eyed at my trimmed brown bush as she undid her skirt, stood erect and let it fall. Her little girl’s white cotton knickers came down more slowly as an uncharacteristic moment of embarrassment overcame her. She blushed, lowered her head, then her panties, drawing her knees demurely together.

Oh, what a sight her little pink slit was, topping a pair of wonderfully developed legs that exposed themselves as her panties slowly made their way down and off. We both looked at each other and giggled.

“Sit at that end, honey… and I’ll sit here.” I placed my back against the right arm of the couch and opened my legs. At the opposite end, Tanya did the same. The sight of her fully exposed pink slice, revealed to me as she spread her knees apart, was more than enough to start me off.

My right hand stole between my legs, and I sank a finger deep into my steaming cunt, using the other hand to pleasure my engorged clitoris. Hot waves of pleasure began to undulate through my body as I worked away at myself.

Looking at Tanya, I could see her hand work between her thighs as she stared at my pussy, taking in every movement of my busy fingers. She had that glazed and stupefied look that bespoke intense arousal, and I’m sure I looked much the same as I stared back at her. Her movements were a bit awkward and first, but she soon had a steady rhythm going that seemed to match mine. Soon we were masturbating in unison.

Suddenly Tanya had risen from her position on the couch and was kneeling before me, her face flushed with excitement. “Carla,” she panted, her eyes wide, “I — I want you to do it for me, to play with my pussy. Please, would you do that, Carla? I want to feel you touching me!”

I now realized that we had reached the moment of truth… and there was no turning back if I gave in to her request.

“Tanya, honey… you know that if I touch you there it really counts, don’t you? We’ll be making love for real, baby. And what about your girlfriend? Have you thought about her?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, that’s the problem. She… she doesn’t even know how I feel about her,” Tanya said mournfully. Then her eyes flashed with excitement. “Besides, I love you too, Carla, every bit as much!”

Her plaintive voice touched my heart, but I was still apprehensive, no matter how badly I wanted her. “Oh, Tanya, I love you too… so very much. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You love me?” She screwed up her face and leaned forward, her chin resting on my thigh. “You love me like… your girlfriend, or you love me like a little kid?”

“No, l — well, yes, like a girlfriend, honey,” I confessed. “Almost from the moment I first saw you. You take my breath away every time I see you, Tanya. Kissing and touching you has been like heaven must be. I want to make love to you so badly.”

Tanya practically fell into my arms and the soft warm feel of her pure white skin next to mine was pure bliss… like a culmination, a wish at last fulfilled. Her body was small and soft, still half child, but holding her against me was deliriously wonderful. Lifting up her chin, I gave her a gentle kiss, then told her to turn around and sit between my legs with her back against me. When she had complied, I let my left hand wander over her nipples, then I kissed and licked at her neck and ear.

“So… you want me to play with your pussy, do you?” I whispered, my lips brushing her ear.

“Oh yes, Carla…” she moaned, “and I really like it when you talk to me like that.”

“Like what, precious?” I teased her.

“You know!” She squirmed against me in protest.

“No I don’t, honeybunch. You have to tell me,” I giggled lewdly.

“Yes you do. Saying stuff like `pussy’ and `titties’ and those other bad words!”

“Oh, those words! Why you little minx, wherever did you learn that kind of language?” I laughed.

“Hey, I’m eleven, not five, and I live in the big city and watch television, and I listen to Mom when she’s mad!”

I giggled at her reply, then whispered “Okay,” in her ear. My God, she loves talking dirty! As my right hand snaked down to touch her virgin cunt for the first time, I began whispering to her, my mouth brushing her ear.

“My hand is going down between your legs now, angel… and my fingers are touching your hot little slit.” My middle finger reached her as I said the words and I shivered at the sensation of her cunt taking it inside, opening for me. She felt so delicate, compared to the other women I’d had as lovers. A low moan escaped from Tanya’s lips as I gently fingered her.

I continued. “Now I’m playing with your nipples with my other hand while I’m rubbing your sweet clit baby. Mmmm, Tanya, you’re so wet.” I began a gentle circular motion on her little pink nubbin with my fingertips, my free hand sliding up the young girl’s body to fondle her titties with my other hand.

The sensation of finally possessing Tanya as my lover was overwhelming. So much so that I needed to get off right then.

“Tanya, honey,” I whispered in her ear. Her eyes were closed and her breathing came in sobs as I continued to play with her pussy. “I’m going to masturbate myself while I’m fucking you, baby.” She moaned loudly in response, and her hips began to rock gently back and forth against my hand.

I slipped my left hand between my legs, found my clit and began stroking myself, the top of my hand resting against her back. “There, baby… can you feel me touching my cunt for you?”

“Oh God yes!” Tanya hissed. “Make us both c-come, please! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop. I’m so, ooohhh, so close!”

“Don’t worry, little one. I won’t stop. I’m going to finger your hot pussy now, baby… put my finger in your wet cunt and fuck you with it!” I gently pushed the tip into Tanya’s vagina and felt how incredibly tight she was. Barely inside her, I rimmed the entrance with my finger, and she gasped and shook in my arms. “Come for me, my sweet little lover…” I whispered hoarsely, “come in my arms while I touch your cunt!”

With that, Tanya let go. Her back arched and her hands came down on top of mine, pressing me deeper into her virgin cunt, her cunt that now dripped with her hot sticky juices. Her hips continued to grind against my trapped hand as deep shudders of pleasure shot through her small body.

“Oh my God! Fuck me!” Tanya cried, wailing as her orgasm rose to a frenzied crescendo, crested, then slowly subsided. Her naked body was flushed from head to toe as she lay there, panting for breath.

As soon as she could speak, she turned to me and threw her arms around my body, giving me a fierce squeeze. “That w-was so good, Carla! I can’t believe it! Oh, God, I love you so much, s-so much!” Small sobs began to break from her, and I felt her hot tears against my naked skin as she shook in my arms.

“There there, honey,” I cooed as I held and gently rocked her, placing little kisses on the top of her head. “This was a big moment for you sweetheart. I just hope I made it special for you.”

“You did! You did!” Tanya exclaimed against me, alternately laughing and crying. “I’ve never been so happy before!”

“Me neither,” I replied, surprised to realize that I meant it.

Tanya quickly looked up at me, her tear-streaked face looking so young all of a sudden. “Really?” she asked, looking me directly in the eye.

“Really,” I replied, gazing back at her with all the love I had for her at that moment, which was a considerable amount.

“Oh, Carla! That is so sweet!”

Tanya fell back into my arms, and we cuddled together naked, lying together on my couch, too blissed out to move. We stayed that way for perhaps a half hour… and then Tanya’s head suddenly popped up.

“You haven’t come yet, have you?”

“No sweetheart, but that doesn’t matter.”

“Well, it does to me!” she declared, raising herself up to kneel beside me. “Besides, I want to have a really good look at your pussy… and touch it, too. I haven’t done that yet.”

“I guess you haven’t,” I murmured. Frankly, the idea of Tanya getting me off felt like a very appealing idea right then. “I’m really wet down there, though,” I cautioned her.

“Good! I want to feel your pussy when it’s all hot and squishy. Now let me look!” So saying, she moved down to my hips and stared intently at my wet pussy for a few seconds. Resting her head on my stomach, her fingers began first to explore my damp, tangled pubes, then headed for more exciting terrain… easing apart my sticky labia, then slowly inserting two fingers in my cunt, drawing a soft moan from my lips.

When she had her fingers buried deep inside me, she lifted her face to watch. Her middle two fingers were now rapidly pumping in and out of my hot hole. The feeling was exquisite.

“Hey, I’m fucking you!” Tanya pronounced, proud of her new, wicked vocabulary. It worked for me. “Wow, you are wet… and you smell good, too!” she exclaimed as she continued.

“Oh, God — don’t stop!” I cried. “Fuck me, lover!”

Tanya worked two fingers deep into my vagina while her other hand stroked my slit. Finding my clitoris with her middle finger, she began rubbing me off with a less than perfect stroke… but her novice attempts only heightened the sense of pleasure I felt, knowing it was her first lesbian experience.

Suddenly my climax was upon me — stealing my breath away, shaking my body. “I — I’m coming honey! Oh God YES! FUCK ME! I’m C-COMING!” I gasped.

She did, and I did. Great hot spasms swept through me as my hips bucked up into Tanya’s hard working fingers, still plunging deep into me. My back arched up, and a quiet but powerful keening escaped from my mouth that increased in volume as my orgasm reached its height.

As the sharp, almost painful pleasures of my climax eased, I began taking in deep lungfuls of air, slowly relaxing back into the couch.

“Tanya, darling,” I said softly, “thank you so much! I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.” I  folded her into my arms, kissing her neck.

“Carla, I love you,” Tanya breathed into my shoulder “That was so exciting, watching you come like that!”

“Let’s hope you can watch me come many more times, precious. And I love you too, more than you know.”

I held her tightly in my arms and rocked the two of us into a gentle catnap.

Waking a while later, I picked up my watch from the end table and looked at the time.

“Oh, no!” I exclaimed with a start. “Your mom’s going to be coming for you in less than ten minutes, honey! We have to get up and get dressed!”

We both quickly fought our way into our clothes, then bumped each other aside at my bathroom mirror trying to fix our hair. Exactly on time, the knock came at my door… and we were ready, or so I hoped.

“So… has Tanya been giving you a hard time?” Leanne smiled at me from my doorway.

“Not at all,” I gulped. “She’s been a perfect angel, haven’t you sweetheart?” I queried as she moved up beside me, looking like the perfect little junior miss. My guilt knew no bounds at that moment, as Leanne looked down at her daughter so lovingly.

“Oh yes, we had a great time!” Tanya announced to her mother.

As we said our goodbyes, I noticed Leanne glance back at me with a puzzled expression on her face. Quickly turning away, she and Tanya departed.

Carry on to Chapter Three!

by StarSapphire

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

I only spied Tanya briefly as she entered the condo opposite mine shortly after she moved in. But in that brief moment, she turned and flashed me a brilliant smile — and I was instantly smitten.

Tanya had lustrous dark hair that fell in a gentle wave to her shoulders, big blue eyes, bee stung lips and a pert little elfin nose. She was about 5 foot 1, but had a truly graceful figure for one so short. Her breasts were only gently suggested mounds, but her bottom had a round, squeezable look that set my heart racing. She was exactly my type. That she was only 11 years old shocked me to the core.

I had been spending my days in a depressing routine of work, television, reading and in general, staying out of touch with the human race as much as I could. I had recently left a gay relationship of five years and felt sad and betrayed. My lover Julia had left me for someone else, someone all of 18 years old. Having just turned 35, I felt the pain much more intensely, and longed to be reaffirmed as an attractive, sexy, worthwhile woman. That my reaffirmation would end up coming instead from a lively, self-assured young girl just reaching adolescence still astonishes me.

If anyone were to `rescue’ me, I had actually pinned my hopes on Tanya’s mother, whom I had seen more often. Leanne Grainger was 35 with honey blonde hair and a wonderful figure, standing much taller than her daughter. I’d known of her for years as a local TV reporter and part-time anchor, though I’d never actually met her before.

Leanne seemed as genuinely warm and self-assured in person as she did on air, and my heart did flip-flops whenever I bumped into her. In my present emotional state I didn’t fully trust my gaydar, but I thought I caught that `look’ from her and I quietly pinned up my hopes.

Tanya must have taken on her father’s characteristics except for her face, which was a smaller, more delicate version of her mother’s. In personality she seemed precocious and lively, a little more energetic than her mom, but with all her warmth.

Leanne and I struck up a friendship at the residents’ meeting in our building that took place a couple of weeks after she’d moved in. Being new, the only person she had even a nodding acquaintance with was me, and she invited me to her place for coffee afterwards, I was a bit excited to be spending time with such an attractive woman, even though I didn’t expect anything to happen, really… but if I was excited then, that was nothing compared to how I felt when she introduced me to her daughter Tanya.

“This is Carla, honey. Carla, this is my daughter Tanya.”

As Leanne spoke the words, Tanya popped up from the couch and came over to shake hands. I was a little startled at her eager response, but I gladly took her proffered hand in mine and felt its delicate texture. As I looked into her baby blues a little tremor ran through me… a tremor I immediately knew for what it was: sexual attraction.

I was stunned, unable to speak. What in God’s name was happening to me? I’m lusting after my neighbor’s child!

“T-Tanya, that’s a pretty name,” was all I could blurt out.

“Thank you. It’s my grandma’s name. And you’re pretty too!” Tanya giggled, covering her mouth and looking at me with her laughing eyes.

My knees felt weak. I did take some pride in my features and tried to dress the part. I am all lipstick lesbian, slim, trim and feminine with 36C breasts and the same ass I had in high school, but somehow Tanya’s compliment had touched me deeply.

When I got home later I cried for the first time since Julia had left. Then I felt so overwhelmed by my desire for little Tanya that I masturbated, getting off at least three times to images of her babyish body spread out before me naked… or her head buried between my legs, a fantasy that brought on a wave of shame when it was over.

I spent the next few weeks utterly amazed at having fallen in love so quickly with someone so impossible for me to possess… and swore a solemn oath to myself that I would never attempt to consummate my feelings. I would love Tanya safely from afar. And I did amazingly well.

Leanne worked often odd hours and asked me to mind Tanya for her until something more permanent could be arranged. I was only too happy to oblige, already having no life and now being given the chance to spend several hours a day alone in the company of this little moppet that I desired so much. But I promised myself to be good — and I was. The trouble, as it turned out, came from Tanya.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked me out of the blue one evening.

“Well, uh, no,” I hesitated. “I just left a relationship a couple of months ago, but that was with another woman.” I glanced at her, trying to read her reaction, but she just stared at me as if I’d mentioned it was warm and sunny outside. “We were lovers,” I added, expecting her to be shocked, I suppose. She wasn’t.

“So… you broke up. Was it hard for you?”

“It was, yeah,” I sighed, “but I’m learning to cope… and I’m enjoying being free.” God, I’m a terrible liar.

“Did you love her?”

“Yes, very much. Why are you asking me about this, sweetheart?”

“Well it’s just that, uh, I have feelings for someone that I think is really special too… and I don’t really know what to do. I mean, I’m only 11 and … and it’s a woman. Like your friend.” Tanya was blushing furiously, toying with her fingers. “My mom said she thought you liked girls, and when you said about your lover that, um, she was a girl, I wanted to talk to you about the way I feel. Um, is that okay?”

“Oh honey, of course it is!” I exclaimed. “So… how did your mom know that I liked girls?” This was intriguing.

“I don’t know. She didn’t tell me that, and she wasn’t sure about it anyhow.” Tanya looked up at me, then grinned. “But I’m sure glad she got it right, because I need to talk to someone about how I feel. I really don’t know what to do. About the girl I like, I mean.”

“Are you good friends with her?” I asked.

“Oh, yes. I see her all the time… and she is so beautiful that sometimes I can’t stop looking at her. I want to kiss her. Like, you know, a real kiss.”

“That sounds serious. You’re a very pretty girl yourself, you know. Do you catch her looking at you now and then? That’s usually a good sign.”

“Yeah, I think so. She seems to like my boobs, like I have any!” she laughed. “I’ve even caught her looking down my shirt!”

I, of course, had been doing the same thing to her, and definitely shared her erstwhile lover’s infatuation the view down her top. Has she caught me looking too? I wondered.

“Your boobs are going to be fine, girl. My God, you’re only eleven!” I laughed. “But hey, wear some tops that make it easy for her to look. You might as well dazzle her, honey. If she’s interested, it’ll get her crazy hot… and if she’s not, well there’s no harm done.”

Tanya seemed to contemplate that advice for a moment… then gave me a sly little look. “Cool idea!” she declared, and we both dissolved into giggles.

The next evening Tanya came over and settled into the far end of my black leather couch. She looked ravishing in a pair of navy blue tight slacks and a loose cotton top. She grinned at me and lowered her knees.

“This is what I wore today,” she giggled, pulling at her loose top. “When I bend over like this, you can see right down it to my boobs.” And she did just that, giving me a tantalizingly brief glimpse of her pert young nipples, and a wicked look when she caught me staring. I blushed a deep red.

“Tanya, you are so naughty! So… did you impress her?”

“I think so,” Tanya said with a cute smile. “I’m just all confused right now about her. I mean I want to be with her and kiss her and cuddle her with all our clothes off, but I don’t know what to do after that, really.” She seemed so forlorn all of a sudden. Then she looked up. “Can you help me?”

“Tanya honey, I don’t know,” I replied, my heart going out to her as my own forbidden need to kiss and cuddle her mounted. “What do you think I can do?” I said, placing a hand on her shoulder as she sat next to me.

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “could you… could you teach me how to kiss? I’ve never kissed anyone before. I mean, it wouldn’t count, you know? Just to s-show me how.” A very pleading look was in her eye.

I was taken aback, to say the least. Kiss her? Of course I would, but how could I make it “not count”?

“I — I guess so, Tanya. Here, sit back and close your eyes,” I instructed. I nervously leaned in and brushed my trembling lips against hers. The touch was magic and a shocking current of lust shot through me, right down to my aching pussy. I lingered for a second and fell the full rich texture of her lower lip against mine as I ever so slightly parted my lips, but only enough for a quick taste with my tongue. I pulled back slowly. “There, how was that?”

“Oooh, I loved it… do it again, okay? Only longer this time!”

Tanya moved her face eagerly into mine and our lips met in a much deeper kiss. But I kept my lips closed, not trusting myself to go further with this experiment. My heart pounded like a jackhammer, and I heard Tanya moan gently as we continued. I decided to break it off.

“Doesn’t seem like there’s too much I have to teach you about kissing, you little minx.” I whispered with a grin. I was red and flustered while Tanya looked up at me, all dreamy eyed and out of focus.

“I like kissing you,” is all she said. Then she laid her head against my shoulder and wrapped her delicate pale her arms around me. I gently stroked her lustrous dark hair, my tummy tying up in anxious knots.

“This girl you like is very lucky, little one,” I told her as I gently kissed the top of her head. “I hope you’ll both be very happy together.” Tanya breathed a deep sigh against me and hugged me tighter.

“Me too, ” she murmured into my blouse. “I don’t know how I can just tell her how I feel, though,” she sighed, “It’s… kinda weird.” Then she quickly looked up at me again. “Let’s kiss some more!” she implored. “It’s okay — it doesn’t count, remember?”

“What do you mean ‘doesn’t count’?” I wanted to know.

“I mean it’s just practice, you know? It – it doesn’t mean anything, so we can do whatever we want, see?”

“Not really, but okay. And Tanya, you can’t tell your mom I was teaching you how to kiss. She’d freak out!” I laughed, but meant it all the same.

“Of course not, silly! Besides I don’t think Mom would want to know that I’ve got a crush on another girl, do you?”

“Probably not. But you’ll probably have to tell her eventually that you are… that you like girls, honey,” I cautioned her, recalling with a shudder my own dreadful experiences with coming out. I felt certain that Leanne would be far more understanding than my mother had been.

“I will, but right now I want to practice kissing with you.” Without wasting any time, Tanya leaned across me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and planted her lush full lips square against mine, this time moving them around a little then parting them slightly.

All sorts of crazy feelings were rushing through me at this point. I so wanted to just open my mouth and kiss this young creature like a lover, but I knew there might be no turning back if I did. I was dizzy with excitement and my throat was achingly dry. A deep wet throbbing began in my loins and spread up through my breasts to stiffen my sensitive nipples. I moaned as I felt her hot wet tongue start to push against my closed lips.

“Wait, Tanya!” I cried, pulling back from our kiss. “This is getting too intense.”

“I know! That was so cool, Carla! You’re a great kisser!”

“Honey, we shouldn’t let this go any further. I’m 35 years old, sweetheart, and you’re only 11. Maybe w-we ought not to do this anymore,” I stammered.

In that moment Tanya looked shattered. Despite all her grown up precocity, she was still just a young girl. I thought she might cry.

“Besides,” I said, “What about your friend?” I asked, trying to revive her spirits. “She’s the one you want to be kissing and, um, making it count, right? I’m just your baby sitter. I bet she’s much better looking than me… and now you can teach her how to kiss.”

“I don’t have to teach her,” Tanya said sullenly.

“You don’t?” I asked, puzzled.

“No, she already knows how to kiss.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because… she’s kissed before.” Tanya stared down into her lap. “She’s… older than me, she isn’t a girl.”

“Who is she, Tanya?”

“I –- I can’t tell you yet. But I will. Is that okay?”

“Sure it is, honey.”

“Besides, I don’t care if you’re 35,” Tanya looked up at me seriously. “I’m the one who gets to decide if you’re too old anyway, not you!”

Yeah, but then I get to decide if you’re too young, ” I countered with a poke in her chest.

“But we’re just practicing… so it’s okay, right?”

“Oh, Tanya…” I drew her into my arms, and we kissed.

We were locked in a light embrace for several minutes then, the heat obviously rising between us as our mouths moved softly against each other. This time we pulled away slowly and smiled.

“That was nice,” I whispered to her.

“Mmmm, it sure was,” Tanya replied, squeezing me tightly. We sat cuddled together for the next hour or so, behaving ourselves, watching TV, then snacking until Leanne came by to pick her up.

“Was she any trouble?” Leanne asked me at the door.

“Of course not. She’s a real sweetheart. She can come back anytime.”

I felt so guilty that I couldn’t look her in the eye as Tanya walked past me and into the hall.

“See ya tomorrow!” Tanya called out as she entered her doorway.

I slowly closed my door then leaned my shoulders against it. What on earth am I going to do!? I thought frantically, then shrugged and headed for the shower.

Starting the shower, I took a long look at my naked body in the mirror. My breasts were still firm and full and my skin still nicely toned. I decided to trim my dark brown pubes, then, for a brief moment, contemplated shaving it off completely. How absolutely depraved, I thought with a wry smile.

Getting under the hot water brought back all the steamy emotions I’d been sharing on the couch with Tanya, and it wasn’t long before I had two fingers deep inside my pussy, working myself into a frenzied climax. A slower, deeper orgasm followed in bed after I’d dried myself off and hopped under the covers naked. Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

Carry on to Chapter Two!

by Tony Williams

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2014 }

by Shyla Tease

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

Jenna sat on the chair in the darkness of her bedroom.

She knew she couldn’t be seen. But she could see.

The house next door had bedrooms facing her own. There was perhaps twenty feet separating them, with a low fence between. At night, there were usually lights in those bedrooms, and she had been seeing some interesting goings on ever since the house was occupied.

Watching from the darkness of her own bedroom, Jenna did not deny the excitement it aroused in her.

She had long ago come to terms with her erotic nature.

In the beginning, she had fought against it, thinking it weird and perverse, wicked, lewd. But then after she had suffered horribly, Jenna accepted it. Once she accepted the feelings and emotions that rumbled through her body and mind, she had found a measure of peace. She knew of her desires, of the wanton desires in her mind and body, but she kept them to herself… so far.

And now, the things she saw next door were making those desires burn with a searing flame. At first it had been fun and exciting just to peek, but now it was turning into torment.

The light was on across the fence, as usual. But the room was empty. That didn’t matter; Jenna knew it would be occupied soon. Peeking into the lighted windows did not bother Jenna. Although it had, at first, she learned to accept this part of her sexual nature, too. Now it no longer made her feel ashamed or guilty. She knew she was spying on her next door neighbors, but they should draw the drapes if they didn’t want to be seen, she told herself.

Her eyes lit up as she saw the girl enter the bedroom. As usual, the girl was wearing pajamas. She was very beautiful, maybe 13 years old. The girl had a sweet face, with blue eyes that gleamed. Her hair was blond, a honey color. She also had that creamy tan some girls had in the hot summer months.

Jenna pulled her chair closer to the window. The girl next door stood before a mirror, brushing her hair. She seemed to be humming softly, Jenna noted. As the girl brushed her long hair, she did swaying motions, as if she were dancing slowly to some unheard music. Her tight little ass twisted and writhed in a tantalizing manner, and Jenna felt a tingle start between her thighs.

In the beginning, Jenna had not become very excited watching the girl, but the more she watched, the more interesting it was, and she wasn’t surprised to find her emotions, her cunt, responding to the things she saw.

Watching the girl put the brush down, Jenna knew what was next. The girl opened the top half of her pajamas and slipped it off. The tightness of those perky little tits were creamy and inviting. Jenna ran her tongue over her lips as her eyes strained with smoldering desire. Just barely a handful, she wondered what the girl’s titties would feel like in her hands.

The girl cupped her tits with both hands, gazing in the mirror at them. When she thumbed the nipples, then began to twist them, Jenna could hear a faint moan of pleasure. The windows in that house were usually open, and she could hear the girl’s moans and sighs and whimpers.

When the girl hooked both thumbs into the elastic waistband of her pajamas, Jenna felt a burning in her own cunt. She ran her tongue over her lips with anticipation. The pajamas began to slide down. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not, but it seemed to Jenna those pajamas went down much slower than before. And there was a lot of wiggling and twisting of that ass, too.

With the pajamas at mid-thigh, the beautiful girl turned and presented her naked ass to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at it. She wiggled it and twisted it in a delightfully erotic manner. The creamy cheeks of the girl’s ass were quite lovely, smooth and swelling, flawless in their shape and tightness. It was, Jenna had decided when she first saw that ass, the cutest little ass she had ever seen.

The pajamas went down. Although the girl’s feet were below the windowsill, Jenna could see her whole body from the top of her blond head to her knees. For a moment the girl stood sideways, looking at herself in the mirror. Jenna watched those creamy, succulent tits arch out. They were small, but exquisitely tight and shapely.

Facing Jenna, the girl gazed at her profile, hands on her hips. Jenna stared at the girl’s cunt. The girl had her thighs together at the moment, but the sweet slit could be seen. The hair — if there was hair on that cunt — was very scant and blond.

Now the girl placed her hands on her ass cheeks and arched her hips forward, spreading her thighs. Jenna sucked in her breath. The girl was extremely beautiful in her nakedness, so beautiful that Jenna wanted to reach across the fence and run her hand over that satiny flesh.

The bed was in line with her vision, and she watched the girl go to it. As she did most nights, the girl sprawled on her stomach, bringing a pillow underneath her body. With her legs wide, the pillow under her hips, the girl began to undulate her hips. Jenna could see, since the girl kept her legs wide, the flexing of that sweet ass and the cunt so deliciously devoid of hair.

The girl began banging her cunt on the pillow, fucking it. The soft moans of delight rippled across the fence. Jenna’s pussy was bubbling very hotly as she watched the young girl fuck the pillow unashamedly. Jenna’s eyes glowed hotly as she watched that cute, tight ass flex, bouncing and writhing. She now had one hand underneath her gown, her fingers digging into her firm tits. Her nipples were achingly hard. The tight ass in the well-lighted window began to churn almost in a violent way now, and the moans of passion drifted to Jenna. The girl was thrashing about as if she were in convulsion, her head banging upon the mattress as her ass bounced.

Finally, the girl rolled off the pillow, her legs wide.

The position of the girl was suck that Jenna gazed up between those exquisitely slim thighs. She could see her cute hot cunt. She sighed as the girl began to caress her cunt with one hand, the other cupping a creamy little tit.

What Jenna had just witnessed was an almost nightly event. The girl masturbated often, and usually with all her clothes off. She didn’t seem to ever wear a bra; at least Jenna had never seen one on those succulent tits.

She watched the girl as she sat up, then disappeared from sight. Jenna sighed again and started to get out of the chair. When the young girl appeared again it was with a towel and a bottle of baby oil. The girl laid the towel out and positioned her tight little bum on it and reached for the baby oil and dribbled it on her tummy and slick little pussy. The girl then reached over to the bedside table for her hair brush. The brush had a long curved handle that was quite thick. As the girl rubbed the oil all over her flat tummy and young cunt she brought the end of the brush handle to her cunt lips.

“Oooooh,” Jenna murmured softly as her eyes blazed with desire. The girls cunt took the tip of the brush as she slowly worked it into the tight little cunt. “I’d love fuck her with that!” she whispered into the darkness.

Her cunt steamed and her clitoris became painfully inflamed. The sight of that gorgeous little girl sent spasms of desire flooding her body. Her cunt seemed to suck inward with a flexing convulsion, and she had the distinct sensation of being on the brink of an orgasm.

The blond girl through her head back as she began moving the brush handle in and out of her glistening cunt, she could hear the girl his “Oh fuck yessss.”

Jenna could not hold back the sudden gurgle that bubbled from her the young teen began to shake and her beautiful body convulsed hips rising from the bed. She saw the clear girl cum shot out of her little pussy as she pulled the brush handle out. The thought of tasting the juice from the little girls cunt hole, sent Jenna’s cunt into a spasm. Jenna almost doubled over with the intensity of it.

Her cunt grew tight, and then she realized she had penetrated her pussy with a finger. The lips of her hairy cunt squeezed and sucked at her finger as she clutched her stomach with her other hand, moaning in a wailing sound. Her eyes, almost glazed with ecstasy, remained fixed upon the girls cunt and her beautiful writhing body.

Her desire to have the girl, her sweet neighbor was growing stronger. Her pussy was still oozing. She looked again at the window but the light was out. She sighed. She laid down on her bed, letting eh sweat on her body cool and dry. Drawing her knees up, she tried to go to sleep. But even as she began to drift into slumber, the image of the beautiful young girl pleasuring her hot little body would not recede, the lighted window still burned within her. She cupped a hand between her thighs.

There was a burning throb inside Jenna’s cunt the next morning. Jenna had bathed and pulled on a pair of shorts and halter top.. She had finished with her housework, and now was alone with time on her hands and a throbbing, wet cunt.

She had dreamt of the beautiful young girl next door. She didn’t mind the erotic dreams; she loved them. It wasn’t enough though to just dream and view the girls hot little body from the darkness of her room.

She moved to the front of the house and looked out the window. A smile spread over her face as she saw the girl in the front yard next door. She was almost painfully beautiful in her youthful innocence. Except she wasn’t innocent.

Before Jenna knew what she was doing, she had left her house and stood outside in the hot sunshine, near the flower bed. She stood and saw they needed water. She reached for the hose, but before she picked it up, she heard someone call out to her.

Straightening, she saw the girl coming her way.

“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Jenna said, smiling at the girl whose name was Kyla. “I love these hot days, don’t you?”

Kyla’s friendliness and sweetness drew Jenna. She smiled back. “Yes, it’s wonderful, Kyla.”

Kyla began chattering about insignificant things that Jenna hardly heard. What she was doing was looking at the exquisite girl, her eyes moving from the lovely face, down to the tiny tips of those succulent little tits, then at the naked midriff. Kyla, too, had on shorts that were so tight the bulge of her cunt lips were outlined.

Jenna was drawn to the girl, and her eyes seemed riveted to that tight crotch of those shorts. The throbbing in her cunt was suddenly more pronounced. There was a hot flush on her cheeks, but not from any shame or guilt or embarrassment; it was a flush of intense desire. Kyla was smiling, her eyes flashing, and Jenna had the impression the girl could see into her, into her mind, and understand what she was thinking. The sparkling of electricity seemed to flow between them, and Kyla understood it as well as Jenna did.

“Would you like some cold lemonade, Kyla?” Jenna heard herself ask. She was amazed at the thoughts inside her mind, thoughts she had never had before. And if she had, she always shoved them away, not wanting to dwell upon such thoughts.

“I’d love it,” Kyla said.

Jenna was surprised to find her hand in Kyla’s as they entered the house. Kyla’s hand seemed hot, not sweaty, but simply hot. There was an aura radiating from Kyla, that she had not sensed before. It was an aura that clung to them both, binding them, leading them.

Kyla sat on the couch as Jenna entered the kitchen and filled a tall glass with ice cubes, then poured fresh lemonade. Her cunt was bubbling so hotly that she had to press her fist against it and lean against the counter until some unexpected tremors passed.

Carrying the glass in a shaking hand, she returned to the living room. Jenna gave Kyla her drink remained standing, clasping her hands before her. She could not rid herself of the image she had seen the night before, of Kyla humping the pillow then using the brush on her tight little cunt. Her eyes fell to Kyla’s slender thighs, moved up them to the crotch of those tight shorts again. But Kyla was sitting down, and she couldn’t see the sweetness of those puffy cunt lips outlined.

Her legs shook, and Jenna jumped, startled, when she felt Kyla reach out and touch her thigh. The girl was gazing up at her, sparkling eyes smoldering, her moist mouth parted slightly. Jenna saw the pink tongue so wet so perfect. , The throb in Jenna’s cunt became intense, but she didn’t dare press her hand into her crotch with Kyla sitting there.

A small gasp erupted from Jenna when she felt Kyla move her hand in a caressing motion along her thigh. She felt the fingertips moved along the leg of her shorts. Jenna sucked in a loud breath, then gazed hotly into Kyla’s smoldering eyes. The lemonade was on the floor, forgotten.

As if in a dream-like trance, Jenna slipped to her knees in front of Kyla. They continued to gaze into each other’s eyes as Jenna placed her hands on Kyla’s dimpled knees. She felt the heat of those pretty knees burn into her palm, and her tits rose and fell as the excitement increased. Kyla, too, was breathing faster, her small tits swelling out against the thin material of her cotton blouse.

Jenna moved her hands, sliding them along the outside surfaces of those creamy smooth thighs. She moved her hands up and down, feeling and touching as Kyla sat there, that pleased, almost knowing smile on her sweet face, her eyes glowing with pleasure and anticipation. Still without speaking, Kyla flung her knees apart. With her slender thighs wide, she scooted her ass forward on the edge of the couch. The tight crotch of her shorts revealed those puffy cunt lips again, molding them to perfection. Jenna stared into the girl’s crotch, and her own cunt began to steam more than ever. She drew her hands over Kyla’s smooth and tanned thighs, caressing the sensitive inner surfaces, watching her fingers move closer and closer to that tight crotch.

She felt the girl trembling under her hands, but it was not the trembling of fear; it was the shivering, goose-bumpy trembling of eager anticipation.

Jenna could hardly believe she was doing this. She could hardly believe she was running her hands up and down the satiny surfaces of Kyla’s inner thighs, stroking and feeling, kneeling there in this lewd way. But her cunt was burning with a fire that guided her, forced her onward. The images she had been witnessing through the window each night aided in increasing her desire.

“Ohhhhh!” Jenna suddenly moaned.

Her face darted down and forward, pressing her lips tightly against Kyla’s crotch. Her mouth was wide open, and her tongue lapped furiously against the tight shorts.

“Oooooh, I like that!” Kyla mewled, and Jenna felt the girl wiggle her cunt tighter into her face.

The smooth inner thighs pressed against Jenna’s face, hot and arousing. She moved her hands up those thighs, under them, then closed upon Kyla’s tight ass, lifting that precious crotch.

But licking Kyla’s cunt through those shorts was not at all satisfying.

The shorts buttoned in front, and through a hazy vision, Jenna saw the girl pulling at them with fumbling, eager fingers.

“I wanna take my shorts off!” Kyla whimpered in a hot voice. “I wanna take them off! I wanna get licked… oh, I’d love for you to lick me!”

Jenna helped draw the shorts down, her eyes burning on every inch of exposed skin. She saw the pink slit of Kyla’s young cunt as she pulled at the shorts, bringing them down. As Kyla shoved them from her feet, she shoved her cute ass over the edge of the cushion, her knees wide apart.

Jenna gazed with hungry desire at that sugary cunt she had only seen from a distance until now. Her tongue ran over her moist lips, and she was making soft mewling sounds as her fingers traced those gently pulsating cunt lips. She peeled the lips apart and saw the tip of Kyla’s succulent, glistening clitoris. Rubbing a finger over it, Kyla squealed and lifted her crotch into the air.

With an animal-like groan, Jenna plunged her mouth directly into that succulent pussy. She opened her lips wide as she closed her mouth upon the tasty cunt. Her tongue flipped about the sensitive clitoris of the wiggling, jerking girl. Again Jenna clutched at the ass cheeks, feeling the naked smoothness of them flex in her palms. She began licking her tongue up and down, lapping hard. The taste was exotic to her, sweet.

Kyla’s little cunt was slippery with seeping juices as Jenna twisted her tongue about that swollen, knotted, sensitive clitoris. She pulled it between her lips and sucked harshly, making Kyla arch her cunt tighter against her mouth. Jenna felt Kyla pulling at the back of her head, and when Kyla began to grind her cunt furiously into her mouth, Jenna shook her ass and felt a deep convulsion inside her cunt. The orgasm amazed her, but not because it was so strong. It amazed her because she had come by licking at this sugary, succulent, young cunt.

Jenna thrust her tongue into Kyla’s cunt, delving deeply and wiggling it about, pressing upon that steamy clitoris, writhing against it. Her chin seemed to be thrust between those hot ass cheeks, resting upon Kyla’s puckered asshole.

Kyla squealed and churned her ass, grinding her hot cunt into Jenna’s face. She clutched at Jenna’s head, scissoring her hot, velvety thighs about her face.

“Oooooh, lick my pussy!” Kyla pleaded as she ground hard and tight into Jenna’s mouth. “Oh, I I have never had my cunt sucked and I love it! Ahhh, make your tongue go deep in my pussy real deep! Fuck my cunt with your tongue!”

The words coming from Kyla bounced about inside Jenna’s inflamed mind, sending her into a frenzy of tongue fucking action. She plunged her tongue as deep as she could, flipped it about the wet, satiny walls, then swirled it up to her clitoris.

With her ass swaying and twitching, her cunt bubbling with wave after wave of orgasm, Jenna sucked and licked at the deliciously young cunt like a woman demented.

Kyla was squealing with ecstasy. The convulsions of Jenna’s orgasm squeezed at her tongue in a wet, tight manner. Jenna pumped her tongue in and out swiftly, her hands clutching the bunching cheeks of Kyla’s sweet ass. She kept her tongue moving swiftly until she felt the spasms slow a bit. Then she slipped her tongue free and worked it up over Jenna’s distended clitoris, licking at it with harsh strokes.

When she finally pulled her face out of Kyla’s pussy, her face was smeared with juices. She leaned down and kissed Kyla’s pussy hotly, then sat on her heels and stared at her pretty face, seeing the satisfaction there. Her cunt was still throbbing, burning, despite a number of orgasms she had experienced while eating Kyla’s cunt. Resting her hands on Kyla’s thighs, she licked her lips, tasting the lingering sweetness there.

“That was very nice,” Kyla said with a quiver in her voice. “I’ve never had a woman suck my cunt before.”

“That makes us even,” Jenna smiled. “I’ve never sucked one before, either.”

She leaned forward and hugged the girl, and she was not at all surprised to find Jenna twisting her mouth against her. When Kyla thrust her tongue into her mouth, Jenna sucked at hard.

“My God you are such a good kisser.” Exclaimed Jenna, ” Have you ever had your face between a girl’s legs, sucking her cunt, honey?” Kyla shook her head. “I don’t know any girls that would let me try.” Jenna’s voice was hot and full of lust, . “But you’d like to try sucking a cunt, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, yes!” Kyla squealed. “I’d love to see what it’s like. I think all that hair on a cunt would tickle my face!”

Jenna had the impression she and Kyla were like two small girls, hiding behind the barn, playing show me yours and I’ll show you mine. But it was exciting, she admitted to herself.

She opened her shorts and pushed them down to her knees. “Oooooh, that’s beautiful, Jenna!” Kyla gurgled as her eyes burned directly upon the hair-rimmed cunt. “You sure are hairy! Oh, that’s just fabulous. Can I touch it?”

“After I tongue fucked you, you baby, have to ask that?” Jenna laughed. “Of course you can touch my cunt, Kyla.”

Jenna spread her feet on the floor, throwing her pelvis closer to Kyla. Kyla leaned forward with an eager expression. Her hand came out, fingers moving through the curls of Jenna’s pussy. Jenna played with the soft hair for a long moment, breathing hard. Then she shoved her hand between Jenna’s thighs and cupped her cunt.

“Ooooooh, you’re so hot and wet!” Kyla gurgled as she rubbed her hand back and forth. “You sure have a hot cunt, Jenna.”

Jenna felt a finger stab into her pussy, and she groaned as her hips jerked forward. She clasped Kyla’s wrist with both hands and began to move that rigid finger in and out of her cunt.

“Want me to finger fuck you, Jenna?” Kyla asked, her eyes blazing up. “I will, if you want me to. I’ll make you come with my finger.”

“I thought you wanted to suck a cunt, Kyla?” Jenna asked, arching her eyebrows. “Didn’t you say you wanted to try and eat a pussy?”

“Can I?” Kyla squealed. “Oh, I’d love to taste your cunt, Jenna! Can I really eat it?”

Kyla slipped from couch and sat on the floor, leaning her head back. Jenna straddled that eager young face and stood with the girl gazing up into her hairy cunt. She caressed Jenna’s silken hair, letting her take her time despite the boiling sensation between her thighs. She felt Kyla run her hands up the backs of her thighs, over the swells of her ass cheeks, and all the time those hot, hungry eyes stared at her cunt.

Jenna bent her knees, lowering her pussy toward Kyla’s face. When she felt Jenna’s lips touch her cunt, she writhed, smearing the girl’s face with dripping juices. Kyla gave a muffled whimper of pleasure as she dug her hands into Jenna’s ass cheeks. Jenna felt Kyla’s tongue flick into her cunt, darting in and out. The soft squeals that came, from Kyla were enough to tell Jenna the girl loved it, loved to have her tongue up a pussy.

Then it was time for Jenna to whimper with ecstasy. Kyla had closed her lips about her throbbing clitoris, and she was sucking in a frenzy of hungry desperation.

She twisted her pussy against Kyla’s sweet young face, feeling those lips burn upon her clitoris, that hot little tongue flicking around the tip. Bracing herself by putting her hands on the couch, Jenna was almost squatting into the girl’s face, but Kyla didn’t seem to mind. She clutched at Jenna’s ass cheeks as she sucked in a harsh way upon the inflamed clitoris, her tongue lapping eagerly.

The orgasms began with hot waves of liquid heat.

Jenna twisted her cunt into Kyla’s face as she started coming. Her pussy clutched in a flexing way, the orgasms coming in a series of shuddering explosions that made her shake her ass and grind her cunt into Kyla’s lapping mouth.

She thought her tits would burst through the thin halter, they swelled so much. She closed her thighs about the sweet face of the girl, her cunt bursting with the most powerful ecstasy she could imagine. Soft yelps bubbled from her constricted mouth, and her eyes squeezed tightly as she savored the blissful sensation of coming into this eager young mouth.

She grew weak, her legs feeling like water. She was afraid she would fall. Trying to pull her cunt away from that frantically sucking, licking mouth, she felt Kyla grip her ass, holding the hair-rimmed, convulsing cunt against her face.

But the weakness overcame the strength of the girl. Jenna slipped sideways and sprawled upon the couch, her legs wide and her cunt twitching.

Kyla, however, shoved her face back between Jenna’s hot thighs. But she didn’t lick or suck; she kissed with moist, hot lips about the curling hair, slipping her tongue through the strands.

Jenna could not believe that her fantasy had become reality. She pleaded with Kyla to stop and pulled the girl into her arms. No longer would she have to admire her from afar.

She smiled at the girl. “Let me show you the view from my bedroom,” she said with a satisfied smile.

The End

by Sindy070

Reworked and polished by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita }

***

Mom and I had always been real close since Daddy left us and I guess that I really looked up to her – she was everything I wanted to be when I grew up; I idolized her.

So when Mom started to walk around the house with very little clothing on — even naked, once in awhile —  I thought it was cool and started to copy her. At the age of ten my body had yet to develop, but Mom still seemed to enjoy seeing me wearing nothing but panties. Sometimes she would tell me how cute I was, and what a sexy woman I would be when I grew up.

It was at this time that I started to develop new feelings towards Mom, more than the love I’d always felt for her. I soon realized that what I was experiencing was desire. I had started to masturbate by that time, and found that again and again images of Mom would appear in my mind when I touched myself — usually naked, or close to it. I already knew that I liked girls more than boys, but it was my mother who got me really excited.

This was confusing for me, because I knew that it was wrong to think of her that way, but at the same time it made me feel so happy to picture my mommy when I was touching myself — imagining that she was my girlfriend, or even that we were married.

One evening, Mom told me that she had been talking to a woman who specialized in taking pictures of women and girls, and she wanted to have photos done of the two of us.

“The thing, is, honey… she does a lot of nude photography,” Mom told me as we cuddled up on the sofa, her in a see-through nightie and me in t-shirt and panties. “Would you be up for that?”

“I think so,” I pondered. “Would you be naked too?”

“Of course, baby!” Mom giggled. “It’s only fair!”

So a few evenings later, we were on our way to where this woman Emma lived, as her home was also her photography studio.

I was thrilled to find that Emma was warm, friendly and beautiful in a really nice way. She made us feel welcome and relaxed. I was already excited, but that excitement increased when she showed us some of her work – beautiful pictures of mothers and daughters posing together clothed, then in undies, and then naked. It looked incredible… and had me feeling all warm and tingly down below, like when I touch myself.

“You make such a lovely couple,” Emma told us, “I do hope you’re up for posing in the nude, because I just know you’d look beautiful together!”

“Well, honey, do you want to do this?” Mom asked, turning to me.

“Yeah, I do, Mom,” I answered, “it looks like fun!”

Mom smiled and gave me a hug, and so we went into Emma’s studio, a large white open space with lots of lights and a pile of cushions to one side.

Once Emma was set up, she guided us through a series of poses — standing, sitting, hugging –during which my excitement only grew. There was something in the air that I couldn’t put my finger on, but I was enjoying myself a lot!

“Now, I want to shoot you in your underthings,” Emma told us. “If you like, I’ll strip down myself, to make you feel more relaxed.”

“I think that’s a great idea, don’t you Cindy?” Mom asked me, and I had to agree with her.

As I took my top and skirt off I was watching Emma undress, and I felt my pussy throb as I gazed at her perfect figure, clad in a black lacy top, stockings, suspenders and the tiniest g-string. Mom looked hot too – under her dress she wore a black teddy and hold-up stockings, leaving me in white training bra, pale pink panties and white ankle socks.

“You two look marvelous,” purred Emma as she looked at us standing together. “These are going to be some of my best shots ever!”

As we posed for Emma I was getting that feeling inside again, the one I get when I’m alone in my room and touching myself all over. Emma was putting Mom and I in poses that meant a lot of body contact between us. I was enjoying feeling Mom’s soft skin against mine, especially this one shot where she was cuddling me and my face was pressed against her breasts. I realized that I was getting turned on by posing like this with Mom, and with Emma looking so beautiful and me being in just my undies – I was so thrilled I thought I might burst!

“You two look so good together,” Emma purred. “I wonder if you’d do something extra special for me – will you kiss each other?”

I looked up at Mom and I could see that she really wanted this to happen. I started to realize the direction in which this whole thing was going – and I wanted it too!

Mom and I didn’t say anything – we didn’t need to. As we drew together, I closed my eyes as her face came close to mine. Emma was snapping away as our lips touched… then we were kissing for real, and it was the best feeling ever.

My mother held me tightly, and I just melted into her arms as our kissing grew passionate. My pussy was getting hot and moist and I moaned into Mommy’s mouth when I felt her tongue toying with mine, then kissed her back the same way.

When we finally came up for air Mom and I just gazed into each other’s eyes as Emma moved around us, snapping away and telling how beautiful a moment it had been.

“Do you want more, honey?” Mom asked me nervously.

By that time, my panties were getting very damp, and all I could think about was going even further than just kissing with Mom. I only knew some things about being a lesbian — and of course I’d never done anything with a girl before, being only ten. But it was then that I realized…. I could do actual sex stuff with my mother, right here in front of Emma!

I gave her a sweet smile and said, “Mom, I love you so much… and I’ll do anything, anything you want,” meaning every word of it.

The smile she gave me made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and I knew right then for sure that the two of us were about to go to some very naughty places together – and Emma was here to record it all!

“Emma, please tell us what to do now,” Mom said, turning to her. “I’m not sure …”

“It’s okay, Helen,” Emma said as she came closer to us, stroking my hair, “I’ll guide you through this.”

We brought the floor cushions into the middle of the room and lay down together. Emma had us kiss for awhile, then she got Mom to take down the front of her teddy to show her breasts, and told me to suck on them.

It was incredible, kissing those beautiful titties, then taking her nipple into my mouth for the first time since I was a little baby. Then Emma made it even better, telling Mom to rub me through my panties!

As I gazed into my mother’s eyes while sucking on her nipple, she smiled down at me lovingly and started to touch me down there, pressing the cotton of my panties against my moistening pussy and making me moan happily.

Mom lowered her face and we kissed again as she pushed her hand down the front of my panties and touched me directly. I was in heaven as Emma took photos of Mom fingering me, making me hotter and wetter.

“Take her panties off, Helen,” Emma whispered, “show me her pussy.” A thrill went through my body when she said that.

I lifted my bottom up as Mom eased my panties down and off, then spread my legs wide, wanting to show myself off. Emma came in close onto her knees to take shots of my pussy, telling Mom to touch me and open me up. I felt so wonderfully naughty as Mom showed how wet I was getting to Emma and her camera.

For the next few minutes I was the center of attention as Mom removed my bra and played with my budding breasts and little nipples before joining me in all sorts of dirty poses, exposing my pussy and butthole to Emma. Then it was Mom’s turn to undress some more and I helped her out of her teddy to leave her in just her panties. She had shaved her pussy and her mound was baby smooth. As we kissed again we reached out and played with each other, my fingers exploring her wet folds as she explored mine.

“Helen, I think it’s time, don’t you?” Emma said to Mom, who agreed with her.

“Baby, you know what I want to do, don’t you?” she asked me softly as she stared into my eyes.

“Yes, Mom, I do,” I replied, “and I want you to!” That earned me a big smile and a kiss from Mom!

Mom lay me back down on the floor cushions, spreading my legs wide apart as she knelt between them. Emma was close, smiling down at me between shots and I watched as her hand strayed down to rub herself, her tiny g-string pretty much buried in her shaven pussy.

I watched Mom move right in, smiling up at me as she kissed my juicy slit, making me gasp out loud with pleasure. I heard Emma’s camera clicking as she took pictures of Mom licking me, making me writhe and moan as she did amazing things with her tongue, making me feel better and better.

I watched Emma tug her g-string off, and as she squatted beside us she kept sliding her hand down to her pussy and rubbing it, an unbelievably sexy sight to an aroused ten-year-old girl.

“Mom, I’m gonna come!” I cried out as I felt that pressure rapidly building up inside me.

Mom had lifted my butt up off the cushions as her mouth was glued to my cunt, and I was trembling and shaking as she licked and sucked at me. I came with a cry, my whole body going stiff as I trembled and thrust myself against my Mom’s mouth, my pussy on fire. Mom kept making love to me for as long as I could stand it, but eventually she eased off and lowered me back down onto the cushions.

Mom slid up my body and I hung on to her as I kissed her in loving gratitude, both of us whispering words of adoration to each other. Emma was still taking photos, but when we broke away she put her camera down and came over to join us, now completely naked.

As I lay there recovering from the sex I’d just had, I watched open-mouthed as Emma stood above us and my mother sat up and began to lick her juicy pussy.

It was incredibly exciting to watch. I got up and pressed myself against Mom’s back, watching all the sexy fun as I reached around and played with her tits. It didn’t take long for her to make Emma come – not surprising after what she’d just seen – and I watched as her pussy gushed all over my mother’s face. I had to give Mom a big messy kiss when I saw that, just to get a taste of Emma.

We rested together after that, cuddling and kissing each other. Emma got up and uploaded the pictures, then we went over to see what they looked like. It was so beautiful, going through all the images of Mom and I getting closer and closer, finally kissing, then making love. As you can probably imagine, we got hot and tingly all over again. Then I realized something.

“You haven’t come yet, Mommy!” I told her, “Can I lick you? I want to make you feel good.”

“Of course you can, baby!” Mom cooed in delight, “You can do anything you want to me.”

So Mom lay down on the floor cushions, and as I moved to join her, Emma suggested I get on top of my Mom so that we could lick each other at the same time. I’d never heard of a 69 before, but I did as she said, straddling Mom’s head and resting my body on top of hers as she spread her legs wide.

I looked down at her smooth pussy, her glistening lips sticking out and just begging to be touched. So I reached down to do just that, using my fingers to open her vagina – the one that had given birth to me!

I was exploring Mom’s pussy as Mom was kissing mine. I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the whole world, all pink and wet. I started to lick it, taking delight in the heat and the flavor of my mother’s sex – within seconds, I was hooked!

Emma was taking pictures at both ends as we licked and sucked and explored each other’s cunts, telling us how sexy and beautiful we were. I was trembling all over as I feasted on Mom’s pussy while she did the same to me. We were humping and writhing against each other, our faces dripping with sweet love honey.

Mom started to cry out loud, thrusting her hips up and moaning. I was sucking on her clit as I pushed two fingers in and out of her twitching hole. Emma was encouraging me to get dirty and wild with Mom’s pussy, and I pulled my sticky fingers out and buried my face in the warm, wet flesh, drilling my tongue inside her. That was when Mom began to come, and I was so excited that I came too.

While Emma uploaded these photos Mom and I cuddled up together and shared a long creamy kiss, relishing this new, intense love that we shared for each other. She whispered to me between kisses, telling me how she had ached to be with me for so long, how she was scared I wouldn’t want it, how I could now share her bed. I was blown away by the intensity of it all, and eagerly agreed to everything Mom suggested. We were lovers now, and knowing that made me happier than I’d ever been before.

“I’ve photographed a lot of wonderful mothers and daughters,” Emma said as she lay down to join us on the cushions, “but you two are the sexiest pair I’ve ever seen. Would you be willing to do more work with me and some of my other models?” She ran her hands over our bodies as we looked at each other, stroking us. “I know a few women who would love to be in sex scenes with you both.”

Needless to say, we both agreed. I’d just discovered lesbian love for real, and I wanted lots more of it!

“You know this has to stay secret, don’t you baby?” Mom asked me, hugging me to her. “What we’ve done, and what Emma wants to do — it’s all illegal.”

“It’s not wrong, though… nothing this nice can be wrong,” I said, drawing a smile from the two women. “I won’t tell anyone else, I promise.” I took my mother’s face in my hands, giving her a tender kiss. “I love you, Mom… I love you so much!”

She gave me a dazzling smile. “I love you too, baby,” she murmured. “and I’m so glad that you and I can finally be together, the way I’ve dreamed for s-such a long time…” Her eyes were filled with happy tears.

“I’m glad too, Mom,” I signed, squeezing her tightly. “I want to do everything with you.”

***

That was six years ago. I’m a high school student now, and my mother and I are still passionate lovers. Our secret modeling careers have made us and Emma plenty of money, our photos and films selling for huge amounts to erotica collectors. You’d be astonished at how much some people will pay to see a real mother and daughter make love, especially when the girl is underage.

We’re still operating beneath the radar until I turn eighteen — though once I do, Mom and I are thinking about the possibility of revealing our secret to the world, of being open about our life as lovers. People would freak out, sure, but we’d be huge in the world of adult films… and maybe, just maybe, our example would encourage some mother out there who desires her little girl to do something about it, or give a lesbian teen the courage she needs to tell her mom, “I love you, and I want you.”

For my mother and I, incest has been the secret to our happiness. We adore one another, and dream that other moms and daughters can find the kind of love that we share.

The End

by Tony Williams

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2014 }

I babysit for lots of tenants in my apartment building and I love my job. Two of my charges, sisters of eleven and nine, might be developing crushes on me. They’re pretty precocious, and things are getting interesting.

Once the news got around my apartment building that I was available for babysitting, and the word spread that the kids all liked me and I could be trusted, I became swamped with demands for my services. So popular am I that I upped my prices and have turned it into a full time job. To be honest, it’s the only job I’ve ever had, being less than a year out of high school in a depressed job market. Every evening and several afternoons each week, I’m looking after someone’s kids. It’s a pretty easy gig with the exception of a few little brats, who can be sent to bed early.

My favorite kids are Nickel and Dime, short for Nichola and Dimona. What were their parents thinking when they named the younger one? Wasn’t it obvious that those nicknames would emerge? Happily they don’t mind being called after coins. Their ages reflect the size of the coin, not the value, thus Nickel is the older, at eleven and Dime is nine. You could argue that Nickel is old enough to look after her younger sister, but their mom’s a bit paranoid, ever since the time when the kids got into the locked liquor cabinet, with near-disastrous results.

They are both blondes, slender to the point of being skinny, and utterly gorgeous. According to Nickel, Dime has a huge crush on me and the evidence is emerging that she’s probably right. The younger kid hangs round me like a puppy, gazing up at me adoringly. If Nickel has any special feelings for me, then she’s keeping them to herself. I’ve sat for them half a dozen times and tonight is special, because their mom won’t be home until tomorrow, so I’ll be staying the night and I’ll have to take them to school in the morning. I’ve brought my backpack with a change of panties, my vibrator, my camera and my laptop.

When I arrive, their mom has already departed and has left instructions with Nickel: bedtimes, teeth-cleaning, the usual stuff. Before I can even close the apartment door, Dime has thrown herself into my arms and wrapped her legs round me. I like it when she does this, because I can put my hands under her butt, my fingers close to her crack, and get away with it.

“Toni!” she squeals, “you’re here.” Nickel notices where my hands are but says nothing. I pretend innocence. I can always say I have to support her weight.

“You’ve gotta stay all night,” says Nickel, “and make breakfast for us.”

“Oh, no!” I groan in mock horror. “Twelve hours alone with two naughty little girls. How will I stand it?”

“But we love you, Toni,” says Dime, still clinging like a limpet.

“Yeah,” says Nickel, sarcastically. “Twelve hours of looking at Dime showin’ off her panties. My heart bleeds for you.” Dime is still at that age when an “accidental” display of underwear might occasionally occur, except that she’s developed it into a fine art to the point where wearing a dress seems pointless. She doesn’t even bother to deny it.

“What?” I say, keeping up the game. “You wouldn’t deliberately show off your panties, would you? I wonder what color they are.” I step over the couch and bend forward and as she lets go and her upper body falls down. I grab her ankles and lift her legs as high as It can. She’s now inverted, with her shoulders resting on the couch, her dress up round her chest. “Ah ha! Pink with butterflies on them. They’re precious. I love pink.”

“I thought you said white was your favorite,” says Nickel, with a hint of a pout.

“I suppose you’re wearing white,” I say. “Lift your dress, let me have a look.” I expect her to refuse, after all, she’s eleven, and she’s lost some of her innocence and has a sense of dignity. Nevertheless, she lifts the front of her dress to reveal her white cotton panties.

“They’re nothing special,” she mutters, “just my school ones.”

“White!” I gush. “Perfect. But all panties are special, aren’t they, Dime.” She nods a big grin on her face. “They’re sexy. Showing off our panties is a way of saying we love you.”

“Show us yours, then,” says Nickel to me. I look down at Dime, still inverted, and let go of her ankles. She lies sprawled on the couch, her dress still up round her chest, pink butterflies everywhere. I unfasten my skirt at the side and let it fall. Now all I have on are my white silk tap pants, nice and loose in the leg, and a matching silk camisole, down which you can see my tits if I lean forward.

“Oh, they’re cool!” says Dime, her eyes big.

“Smokin!'” says, Nickel.

“Expensive,” I add, “but worth it, if you guys like ’em. Now you know I love you both.” Nickel smiles, her dress still lifted. “Lift it higher so we can see if your titties are growing,” I ask her. She obliges. “Mmm,” I ponder, “it’s hard to tell. I think they might be. Your nipples are certainly bigger. You’re beautiful.”

“I can’t wait for them to grow,” she says, dropping her dress.

“Not me,” I whisper to Dime. “I like little girls with no tits, girls like you.” I start to tickle her and she squirms and giggles. “Little girls with skinny legs and sexy little belly buttons.” I lean down and kiss her navel, pushing my tongue into it. I lift my head and run my fingers over her chest. “Girls with flat chests and little bee sting nipples.” I pinch them gently. “You’re adorable, Dime. I could fall in love with you.”

All this is a performance for Nickel’s sake. I know I can grab Dime’s attention any time I want, but can I make Nickel jealous? Worth a try.

“Show us your tits, then,” says Nickel. “We showed you ours.”

This evening is progressing much better than I’d hoped. I’d been looking forward to bedtime when with luck I’d get to see the girls undress, but tonight we haven’t wasted a minute. I let Dime go and pull my camisole over my head, shaking my hair free. I lean back on the couch, my arms spread out along its back.

“Tah-dah!” I sing. “Look at these puppies. Pretty nice, huh? My girlfriends like ’em.”

Dime looks up at me, alarmed. “You have girlfriends?” she asks, sounding dismayed. I have to backpedal.

“I’ve had girlfriends, from time to time. There’s no one at present. I couldn’t possible have another girl in my life when you live just down the hall, Dime.” I ‘m laying it on thick, and she loves it. A big smile breaks out on her face.

“So you do love me?”

“I’m showing you my panties, aren’t I, and my tits. I wouldn’t let you see them if I didn’t love you.”

“Can I touch them?” she asks.

“Any time you like,” I tell her and she sits up, puts one arm round my shoulder and places her other palm on my left tit, squeezing gently. “That feels amazing,” I whisper in her ear. “I love having my tits fondled. See how my nipples are getting hard? My tits like you, Dime, just like I do.”

Nickel, intrigued, leans in to look, then squats at my feet. the squat is a lovely pose for a person like me, obsessed with panties. “Are you a lesbian, Tony” she asks. “I hope so, ‘cos boys suck. Girls are much nicer.” She falls on to her butt and leans back, propped up on her arms, her legs splayed.

“You’re right, Nickel. Girls are much nicer. Especially girls like you two. I think we can officially say that you’re both my girlfriends.”

“But you love me more!” protests Dime, taking her hand from my breast.

“No,” I say, “I love you both the same. It’s true that you show your panties off to me more than your sister, and I just love it and I don’t want you to stop, but I love you both equally.” Dime lies down, her feet up on the arm of the couch, her head in my lap. I put my hand on her thigh and slide it upwards, brushing her mound through the pink cotton with my fingertips, then farther up to her nipples, then back down again, this time sliding my thumb down her crack. She closes her eyes. Nickel stares intently as each time I make a pass, my hand lingers longer.

Finally she says, “You might as well take that dress off. It’s just getting rumpled.”

“Lift up,” I say as I pull the dress up over Dime’s shoulders and throw it aside.

“Now you’re the only one fully dressed,” she says to Nickel. “You gotta take your dress off.”

“I agree,” I chime in, and Nickel stands and slides the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall to her ankles. “That’s better,” I say. “Now we’re all equal.”

My hand is now resting on Dime’s abdomen, my fingers on her mound, gently moving. Nickel comes and sits beside me and I put my arm round her neck, my forearm hanging down so that my fingers brush her nipple. She doesn’t pull away.

“It’ll be Dime’s bedtime in about an hour,” she says, ” and Mom said we have to take a bath.”

“You can bathe together in the tub,” I say, my pulse quickening at the thought.

“So we have to get naked,” says Dime, grinning up at me. You’re gonna take my panties off, aren’t you, Toni. Are you gonna sexually molest me?”

“Hmm. Let me see. I might spank you if you’re naughty.”

“Oh, I’m always naughty. I’ve been naughty all day, but no one’s spanked me yet.”

“Then it’s time for a spanking,” I say, hauling her body across my knees and rolling her on to her face. I run my hand over her darling tight little butt.

“Oh, I’m gonna get molested,” she says with a giggle. “Molest me, Toni. Go ahead and molest me.” Nickel is giggling, going along with the pretense. I hook my fingers into the waistband of the pink panties and as Dime lifts her hips, slide them down to mid-thigh.

“Oh, look at that, Nickel. That’s the cutest butt I’ve ever seen. It’s almost a shame to spank it.” I caress her butt, my hand moving in circles, then my fingers slide down into the crack of her butt. My other hand, out of sight from Nickel, goes under Dime’s tummy until my fingers touch her pussy.

“Spank me! Spank me!” calls Dime and I give her half a dozen gentle slaps on her cheeks. She lets out a few fake squeaks of protest. Her butt bounces up and down and now Nickel can see what my other hand is doing.

“You’re touching her muffin,” she says with a grin. “You’re sexually molesting her. You’re a bad girl. We should spank you.”

I grip Dime’s body and roll her on to her back, so that her hips are arched upwards and her head is now in Nickel’s lap. “Look, Nickel,” I say, “wouldn’t you say that there’s no sexier sight than a little girl with her panties down round her thighs?” My hand caresses the younger girl from knee to chest, my fingertips making feather-like strokes.

“How about a little girl with no panties on at all?” says Nickel, looking at me. “Or a big girl, too. A big girl with nice firm little tits like yours, Toni.” I’m over the moon. Is she coming on to me? I pull Dime’s panties off, throw them aside, then help her to sit up beside me. I stand, turn to face them and ever so slowly, slide my tap pants down until my pussy is exposed.

“You’ve shaved your hair off,” says Dime.

“So I can pretend to be a little girl,” I reply. They giggle. I push the pants down farther until they fall of their own accord and I step out of them, bend and pick them up. “You’d look hot in these, Nickel,” I say. “Here, try them on.”

She stands and slides her white cotton panties down, takes mine and pulls them up. They’re a bit to big, but incredibly sexy, nevertheless. I suddenly remember the camera in my backpack. I find it and take several pictures of her as she poses seductively.

“Nickel’s overdressed again,” says Dime.

Nickel obligingly takes the tap pants off, folding them and laying them carefully on the arm of the sofa. “Bath time,” she says.

In the bathroom, I suggest that they share the tub to save water. When the tub’s filled, Dime jumps in first, leaving her sister with the “tap” end. The taps are mounted on the wall and feed a central spout, so as Nickel climbs in, sits, slides down and puts her head to one side, she can lean back comfortably.

“Wash your feet first,” I tell them.

“Why?” asks Dime.

“Then you can use your big toes to do naughty things to each other’s muffin.”

They giggle. “If it’s naughty, will you spank us both?” asks Dime, looking up at me hopefully.

“Absolutely,” I assure them. I leave the bathroom to get the camera and when I come back, the girls are playing footsie with each other’s muffins, laughing and giggling. I take a dozen or so pictures. then I get on my knees, take hold of the soap and lather Dime’s back and chest.

“Do my muffin,” she commands, lifting her hips up in a lewd display. I soap between her legs, letting my middle finger slide in and out, for several long seconds. “Oh, I’m being sexually molested again,” she says. “But it’s nice. You can molest me any time you want, Toni.”

“You little slut,” says Nickel, grinning.

“I’m a slut! I’m a slut!” sings Dime, delightfully.

“I love sluts,” I say. “I’m a slut myself. Your turn now, Nickel.” I repeat my performance with the older girl, lingering on her lovely nipples, postponing the sweet moment when I’ll put my finger inside her. At last, she lies back and lifts her hips completely out of the water. With a lathered hand I stroke between her legs back and forth a dozen times, then push the tip of my finger into her. Her hips lift even more and my finger goes right in. I curl it to touch her G spot and she gasps. I bend down and kiss her on the lips.

I hear Dime say, “You didn’t kiss me. It’s not fair!”

I lift my head and look at her. “Don’t worry, Dime. Soon I’m gonna kiss you all over, on the lips, on your sexy little nipples, on your belly and on your muffin. I’ll even kiss your butt, now that it’s nice and clean.” I stand and look at them as I dry my hands. I take the camera and take several pics of them. “Do the toe thing,” I tell them and click away as they comply. “Jump out, girls,” I say, “it’s my turn now.” I lie back in the tub as both girls kneel and soap me from head to foot.

Nickel is the first to touch my my pussy as I lift my hips out of the water, lathering me thoroughly, running her middle finger up and down my pussy and for a brief moment circling my clit. Dime watches for a while but then says, “Let me do it! Let me!” She grabs the soap, works up a lather, then puts her hand between my legs and follows her sister’s example. My pussy lips are now bright red and swollen with excitement. Her finger goes inside me, as far as it will go, then she pumps it in and out, like she knows what she’s doing. I’m getting extremely excited, but if I’m going to come, then I want it to be in a more comfortable place — like a bed, for example.

“That’s enough for now, Dime, thank you.” I stand and Nickel hands me a towel.

We go into the girl’s bedroom, which has bunk beds, one above the other. They’re pretty narrow, not suitable for what I have in mind. I take their hands and lead them into the guest bedroom which has a queen size bed, big enough for me and two little girls, small enough to put us all nice and close together. “Let’s all sleep together in here.”

“Ooh, yes!” says Dime, enthusiastically.

“I’ve gotta go get my nightie,” says Nickel.

“I’m gonna sleep in the nude,” says Dime.

“Me, too,” I say. “It’s far too hot for nighties. Get into bed, girls, while I go get the camera.”

I bring my backpack from the living room and fish the camera out. The girls are lying side by side, smiling at me. I take a picture. Dime spreads her legs and Nickel follows her example. I take more pictures. “Now,” I say, “if you two little darlings are going to grow up to be lesbians like me, it’s never too early to start.”

“You want us to kiss?” asks Nickel.

“Would you mind? Just for the camera?”

“But we’re sisters.”

“Sisters who love each other,” I say.

“I don’t mind,” Dime pipes up. “You can kiss me, Nickel, anywhere you like. You can kiss my muffin.” My pulse is racing. Nickel looks dubious. “All right, if you won’t,” says Dime, “then I’ll kiss yours.”

“That’s an offer you can’t refuse,” I say.

“All right,” says Nickel, “go ahead, kiss my muffin.” She puts her hand behind her head and spreads her legs as Dime scrambles down the bed to lie between them, and my camera is clicking furiously as she kisses her sister’s pussy, then starts to lick it.

“Have you done this before?” I ask. Dime shakes her head. “‘Cos you seem to be pretty good at it. How does it feel, Nickel?”

“Mmmm,” she sighs, contentedly. “Nice. Nicer than my own fingers.”

Nickel comes up for air. “This is fun. You’re getting wet,” she says. “I guess you like it a lot.” Her head goes back down again.

“I’m sure Dime would like you to return the favor,” I say.

Surprisingly, Nickel smiles and says, “Okay, Sis. Lie back and spread your legs. Let’s see if you’re old enough to get turned on by another girl.” They reverse positions and Nickel goes to work enthusiastically. I guess her excitement has loosened her inhibitions.

“It tickles,” says Dime, “but in a nice way. Don’t stop.” All the time my camera has been firing away. I sit back and watch them, my two little darlings, making love to each other. Dimes face and upper body are flushed. Her eyes are shut and her breathing is rapid. Then she opens her eyes and looks at me.

“Can I lick your muffin, Toni?” she asks. “It looks so different from mine and Nickel’s. I want to make you feel good.” My heart warms.

Nickel looks up at me. “Me, too,” she says, her eyes bright.

“I think that’s enough pictures,” I say, laying the camera down and coming to lie between the two girls. “Now, when I’m alone at night, I can look at them and put my fingers in my muffin and make myself come.”

“You’re gonna masturbate to pictures of us?” asks Nickel, sounding surprised.

“You bet. Any night that I’m not babysitting you guys, you can know that you can still make me excited, even though I might be far away.”

Dime says, “Me first!” and get down between my thighs.

“Lick your sister,” I say to Nickel and I’ll lick you.” We arrange ourselves in a triangle and for the first time, my tongue touches Nickel’s pussy. It’s warm and soft and wet and has an exciting aroma. I feel Dime’s tongue on my lips, then on my clit, and I start to moan. I’m in heaven, loving and being loved by two preteen girls. I’m well on the way to having an orgasm, so I lift my head and say, “Let’s all change ends so we can all lick each other.”

*****

I wake up in the middle of the night. The sheet has been kicked down and we’re all exposed to the hot night air. I look at the naked bodies of my two little darlings and my heart nearly burst with love. They’d made me cum, and not just once. Nickel came, too, but I’m gonna have to work on Dime. She’s willing enough, but perhaps a little to young. Still, I have plenty of time.

Tomorrow, I have to sit little Becky up on the third floor. She’s coming along nicely and she loves it when I undress her and put her to bed, my hands lingering in naughty places, making her giggle charmingly. Her Mom is pretty hot, too, and I think she’s coming on to me, which could prove very interesting. I’m not gonna reject her if she makes a move.

Saturday afternoon, I’m taking Darlene, who’s only eight, to a soccer match. She’s gonna be a heartbreaker in a few years. She has no inhibitions at all, especially when we shower together.

Next week? Let me think. Ah, yes, it’ll be Nickel and Dime again.

I love my job.

The End

by Alice

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