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Melissa’s Lover

  • Posted on November 4, 2018 at 2:27 pm

Author Unknown

 
My name is Melissa, and I am the only child of a late thirty-something couple who live in an idyllic little village in Buckinghamshire, England. The story I want to tell you begins as I was returning home after a prolonged absence, though its real origin dates further back.
 
The journey was long, the train seats lumpy and uncomfortable, but that was not the reason why I was unable to concentrate on reading the book brought along to while away the time. My thoughts lay with my lover, on how we would greet one another after a month apart. I was burning with anticipation for what I knew would soon happen between us.
 
I had been away at university, so far from home that it was impractical for me to return at weekends, but now the big day had arrived, and we had arranged that my lover would be waiting expectantly for me at the station — hot and wet with the same desire as my own, I hoped.
 
We talked on the phone often, of course… but that isn’t the same as actually being together, touching, kissing and making love whenever the moment was right. Since we had been apart we had indulged quite openly in phone sex, which we both agreed was the next best thing.
 
I remember vividly the time I brought myself to a climax with the phone itself, my lover listening to the wet noises it made as I ground the speaking end of the receiver into my pussy. What had possessed me to do that? Just that I was lonely in a strange town, missing my lover and wanting to do anything I could do to excite that most precious person.
 
When the phone rang at 9 PM every evening I instinctively knew it was my lover, and eagerly lifted the receiver to take the call which we both knew would start slowly but build gradually… until we both had noisy orgasms, me with my panties down to my ankles.
 
To look at my lover and myself together, nobody could imagine that we could talk so dirty, that such lust was possible between us. But it was, and we both cherished every moment that could be seized to spend with one another.
 
Now the train was entering the station, and I stared impatiently through the window to see if my lover was waiting. She was!
 
Heart racing, I grabbed my bags and rushed down the steps into her arms.
 
“Mmmm, I missed you, darling,” Anita murmured, taking me in her arms. “I love you so much, Melissa.”
 
My tongue was in her mouth and my reply inaudible, but I think she understood how I felt, and by the looks we received from other passengers it was obvious they also understood. I would have danced naked over red hot coals to see my lady, so the few funny looks we received bounced off like drizzle from an umbrella.
 
“I’ve missed you too, Anita darling,” I cooed. “And I’ve been dreaming about this moment for weeks.”
 
Anita, as I call her, was a stunner in any language and by anyone’s standard, tall, slim and brunette with slightly larger than boyish breasts. She was 37 then but she looked at most to be 25 and could easily have passed for my older sister. But she isn’t my sister, she is my lover.
 
At that time I was 19, and quite attractive from what others said. I too am tall and slim, and have a similar figure to Anita’s. That’s great because everything fits where it should when we make love. My breasts are small, but for me this is an advantage rather than not. Nature made me tall and slim and I do my best to keep things that way, by regular training with Anita at our local gym.
 
Anita drove us to her home in a peaceful part of the village where she lived with her husband who, though I love him to bits, was mercifully away on business for a week or so, unknowingly giving us the time and space to be alone. Anita only found she was bisexual when we began our affair, our very deep and private love affair. She has no sexual desire for any other woman but me, though, and I feel the same toward her. We are deeply in love, but she is married, and neither of us want to hurt her husband by breaking up their relationship.
 
As she drove, my hand wandered, wandered, wandered, until it reached that warm, moist and well trimmed place nestled between her smooth thighs. She must have been expecting me to do just this, because she wore no panties.
 
She moaned as my fingertips brushed her soft pubes. She moaned and steered though half closed eyes as I sought entry to her cavern of love. Her thighs were hot and quivered at my touch, but she was far hotter in between.
 
“Best not, Melissa darling,” she said through clenched teeth, “any more and I might crash!”
 
Such was my desire for her that day I hadn’t taken the traffic, light as it was, into account. Slowly and teasingly I withdrew my hand, ensuring those fingernails raked her thigh as I pulled away, making her shudder with delight.
 
I sucked my wet fingers, savouring her tantalising scent and taste. Her aroma was unique and I would have picked it out blindfolded from a hundred others… a blend of pure, mature woman, moist with sexual desire. It was a scent I remembered so well and loved so much, a scent to grow drunk from, a scent for special occasions, a scent born out of love.
 
“Mmmmm,” I murmured half to myself, “I love you… can’t wait to get you naked.”
 
But at that point Anita was pulling into her driveway, and a quick flick of her wrist turned the engine off. We gazed at each other from only inches away before our mouths met… and for the first time in a month, we enjoyed a frenzied bout of hot kissing, touching each other’s bodies all the while.
 
“Let’s go inside,” she said, “before we get too carried away and someone sees us.”
 
Hardly likely, I thought, as the nearest house was at least 100 metres away.
 
We unloaded my bags and lugged them inside, dropping them on the floor and slamming the door shut as we frantically tore at each other’s clothing. Some of it came off there and then, other bits and pieces lay in a trail which marked our passage upstairs to the main bedroom, a top here, a skirt there, my panties on the top step.
 
“I need a shower after a journey like that,” I said.
 
“We can shower together, darling,” was the reply from Anita, “just like we used to, remember?”
 
Did I remember? My God, yes! Some of our more adventurous scenes were played out in the shower. I couldn’t wait!
 
She started the water, I took Anita by the hand and we entered the shower. We soaped each other under the dreamily warm jets, and it was immediately obvious to me that Anita wanted me at least as much as I did her.
 
She came first from my ministrations with soap and the high powered water jet, climaxing with an intensity that had her gasping, her whole body rigid and trembling in a long, long double orgasm which left her slumped against my body, sliding gently to her knees as it subsided.
 
She shuddered and moaned in that position for a while, her hands clutching the globes of my bum, head down as the water still cascaded over us both.
 
“Glad to see me, then?” I ventured. If I thought she was sated by that first long orgasm I was wrong, wrong, thankfully, so very wrong. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and never was this more true than that day.
 
She nodded and whispered her love for me, raising her head at the same time. I think it was then we both realised that her face was only inches from my own sex. She moved hesitantly towards the hottest part of my body and I desperately wanted her to inhale my aroma, to drink deep of my well, to sample the ambrosia of love that was brimming out of me and was for her alone.
 
Turning off one jet so that it didn’t spray in Anita’s face, I turned on another which played down her beautiful back. The water ran smoothly down her body and formed a little river through the parting of the globes of her magnificent ass, a place where I hoped my tongue would soon play like the water before me.
 
Anita had by now caught her breath and was nuzzling my sex with her nose, driving me insane with the very tip of her tongue, flicking it in and around my hot, wet labia. I may say that my cunt was wet, extremely wet, and not just from the shower. I flowed with love from that place, and my lover was quick to take advantage of the aromatic stream of my womanhood.
 
She licked, she drank and she teased me until the delightfully ecstatic building up of sexual excitement took me past the point of no return and my orgasm exploded in her face, drenching her with my sticky essence.
 
She rose and we kissed. I smelled myself on her and tasted my own pussy, licking her lips like a cat will lick a kitten… loving it, savouring the sexual electricity that emanated from us both.
 
We washed properly then, giggling like two schoolgirls as we did so. We dried each other, and then went to bed on that still sunny afternoon in May.
 
Anita had obviously planned the moment, as she had placed a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, anticipating where we would shortly be after we arrived at her house.
 
I poured for us both, took a drink and then a second which I held in my mouth, then leaned down and dribbled into Anita’s slightly open sex. I raised her thighs then and sucked out the bubbly mixture of champagne and her thicker, sexy, highly charged love potion. While the alcohol content may have been low, that drink was by far the most potent of any I have ever tasted. We were both in heaven, and we knew it.
 
We talked for a while, kissing and fondling as lovers do until I said, “Would you like a massage.”
 
I saw in her eyes that a naked massage from her younger lover was exactly what she wanted after all this time apart. Turning her onto her tummy, I sat on the globes of her bottom and began to work on her neck and shoulders. Naked massage is a wonderful thing, even more so when one knows it will end in mindblowing sex with a beautiful woman.
 
I look upon these massages as both giving and receiving pleasure at the same time, always making sure that when I moved the movement was blissful to me just as the tender touching was to my partner — and so it was on this occasion.
 
When working my way down her body I had to continually change position, and as I did I left a scented trail of myself on her skin. So when my fingers finally reached the lovely roundness of her ass, I chose to bend down and lick it off.
 
It must have been the touch of my tongue on her bum, or maybe the fact that my fingers were entering her pussy from the rear, but I heard her gasp and she parted her gorgeous thighs still further to afford me better access to whichever entrance I wished to invade. Invade? Possibly that’s too strong a word, but Anita made it plain that her private places was completely available to me.
 
I took advantage of her offer and chose to enter both. My wicked fingers were already exploring her very wet vagina, but after a few minutes of this mutual pleasure I wanted more. I raised her thighs until that lovely bum was pointing invitingly upwards.
 
Her hands reached behind and did the work for me, spreading her buttocks and revealing her dark, puckered anal entrance. My whole body trembled with emotion and excitement when I gazed down at her, taking in at a long glance the creamy texture of her skin, the roundness of her parted cheeks and the glorious invitation which lay deep between them.
 
I dipped down, my tongue gliding up between her cheeks to taste her. She gasped as I licked her, then moaned happily. “Mmmmmm,” Anita crooned as she realised what my intention was, “Oh yes, yes, darling,” she moaned as my tongue played around that delicate, sensitive cleft, slightly darker than the rest of her body.
 
I tingled from head to toe as my tongue took on a life of its own, pleasuring my lover from the rear. The combination of my anal play and my fingers still moving inside her was enough to drive her over the edge and into sweet oblivion again. Lucky Anita, I thought, but I knew that very soon she would be returning the favour.
 
Lying completely prone now with her face to one side so she could breathe, I heard my lover whisper, “Melissa, that was so wonderful. I love you so very much.”
 
“I love you too,” was my only reply before we began to play our love games again. More words than that were unnecessary — this was not a time for talk.
 
She turned over then, fully exposing her fount of love for my inspection, and rarely have I seen such a wonderful sight. Her pubes were trim, jet black like my own, wet and matted with her womanly secretions. Her luscious pink labia glistened temptingly, and she must have sensed my next move. which was to bury my face in that rosy flesh.
 
“No, darling,” she breathed quietly, “come to me,” indicating that I should straddle her body so that she could enjoy with me as I explored her.
 
She lay underneath me then as I knelt above her, facing down upon her toned belly, the cleft of her sex more and more visible as my hungry mouth lowered down to it in the sixty-nine position.
 
I fully expected Anita to draw my hips down to her face so she could tongue me as I had done her, and as I was about to do again. She, however, had other ideas — and her dexterous fingers lightly brushed my inner thighs, making me hiss with pleasure.
 
Though our only lesbian experiences are with each other, I guess our feminine intuition comes into play as we instinctively know what turns the other on. More to the point, we both know where and how to touch or lick, and precisely when to do it.
 
She knew exactly where to lightly touch me, to make me quiver with excitement, and in the doing she made my cunt drip with the thick, sweet wine of our love which, had I been in another position, would have merely leaked onto my thighs, but which she told me later had dripped onto her eager, upturned face.
 
Fingers entered my vaginal opening, made easy by the lubrication there. One finger, two, and then a third pleasured me as her thumb massaged my engorged clit. And then, just having become used to the tightness of her fingers inside me, she placed a fourth upon my anus. I then felt a slight push and gasped — Anita had entered my bum with that well lubricated finger. Another push took it into deepest recess of my rectum.
 
Could heaven ever be this divine? I asked myself as my lover revolved that digit deep inside me. In and out, round and round she turned it, driving me mad with desire. I wanted this to last forever — but Anita had other ideas, and after a few minutes of blissful anal penetration she withdrew completely from there and from my vagina.
 
Strong firm hands grasped my bottom as she drew me down to her face, licking and sucking the overflowing moisture from around that special place, her tongue now inside, then out and teasing the sensitive area around my anal passage before deciding to concentrate on my clit.
 
I dove for her cunt as soon as her mouth touched mine, hearing her pleasure-filled moan, my nose buried in her wet vagina, tongue mercilessly working on her clit. She was burrowing her mouth into me and sucking at my throbbing vagina, a wonderful combination that brought me to a crescendo very soon. At the same time I sensed Anita’s own climax as her body tensed and began to shake.
 
We both came together just seconds later – it seemed to go on forever, rolling, climbing, both finally zooming away to that fluffy white cloud of ecstasy before I felt that gentle swaying falling motion, much like a leaf dropping gently from a tree.
 
We rolled apart and I turned my pussy-wet face to my lover, crawled up to her and we kissed, licking each other’s juices from our faces, finally lying quietly in each other’s arms, utterly content.
 
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear.
 
“I love you too, my darling,” replied my mother.
 
*****

How long had we been lovers, my mother and I? As it turned out, she had wanted me for at least a year before our first time together. She did the “decent thing” — her words, not mine — in waiting until I was of legal age to take me as a lover, so I suppose it really began just over a year ago when I turned eighteen.

Other people would call our relationship incest, but we call it love… and it’s as natural as breathing.

It happened one Sunday afternoon when Dad was playing golf. It was a dismal winter day, and we had the heat turned on to take off the chill. We were snuggled together on the couch watching an old romantic film on TV. It was a sad movie, and my mother began to dab her eyes with a tissue near the end. I took her hand and held it tightly in my lap, snuggled even closer to her and kissed away the tears.

The light kisses I gave willingly to my mother somehow changed into mouth to mouth kisses as she turned her face towards mine. Her hand began to caress my thigh, sending tingly shivers down my spine.

Light kisses became heavier kisses, then suddenly became hot and hungry French kisses, our tongues exploring one other’s mouths, mingling and dancing together. I knew then that I wanted this woman, my mother, to be my lover… and it was on that happy Sunday afternoon that I truly realised her feelings for me were the same, feelings that had been kept under wraps for too long, feelings of desire, of lust.

Our kisses that afternoon were without end, our caresses soft and sensual, though which of us initiated the sex proper I still can’t remember. It seemed to be a mutual decision, with each of us trying desperately not to push the other too far, but both wanting the same thing. I guess we seduced each other.

Her hand touched my breast through my top, making me dizzy with pleasure… then the same hand stole beneath and unclasped my bra. I remember how my heart pounded as I began to unfasten hers, freeing her breasts to my touch. We continued to kiss lovingly as we teased and tickled each other’s breasts, our nipples erect and aching to be touched by loving fingers.

Our tops came off simultaneously and we gazed adoringly at each other’s breasts, then both reached out to fondle one another. I still recall the thrill of feeling my mother’s nipples growing hard against the palms of my hands. Then she lowered her head and took my nipple into her warm mouth, her tongue teasing the tip. I cried out loud at how good that felt.

Wanting to pleasure my mother the same way, I brought her face up to mine for a hot, wet kiss, then quickly dipped down to lick and suck at her beautiful breasts. I’d never done such a thing before, but the way Anita sighed and moaned made me know that my instincts were true. We took turns kissing, touching and licking each other’s breasts, sharing pleasure until we were both quivering with desire.

Hands slipped under skirts and found warm, wet mounds from where our desire emanated — hot damp places, confined by our thin panties, which we easily bypassed in our frenzy of lust.

Our fingers entered each other at almost the same moment, bringing gasps of delight from us both. If this was a sin, then sinners we both were, reveling in this newfound hunger for one another.

Our skirts were quickly removed, leaving two brunette women nearly nude, both wondering who was going to take off the other’s panties first. Finally, after sharing a few more hot, wet kisses, I reached for the waistband of her lace knickers, and Anita took hold of mine. We both slipped down the other’s panties until they fell to the floor and, stepping out of them, each took a pace back to appraise the other.

The vision in front of me stood at nearly 5’6, with the firm breasts of a teenager and the honed belly of an athlete. Her long shapely legs ended in a neatly trimmed pubic triangle through which I could see her slightly parted labia pouting sexily, glistening enticingly with dewdrops of moisture, making me bite my lip in anticipation of tasting her there.

I stand nearly as tall as she and my pubes are jet black, just like her own, trimmed to expose the delicate pinkness of my slit. People have said that if we were not mother and daughter we could nearly pass as sisters. I am as proud of my body as my mother is of hers, and though I shouldn’t say this, we did make a beautiful pair.

Her eyes flicked over my body and it was evident that she liked what she saw, her tongue licking at her lips like a cat anticipating cream, her hands running through her lustrous hair in that particular way we women have when aroused.

We slowly moved toward each other and stood face to face, enraptured in each other’s eyes, hands wandering over soft skin, fingers moving restlessly, searching and exploring the other. Then we slid to the floor as one, kissing hotly, our lust intoxicating us both as we lay side by side, our bodies writhing and thrusting together in anticipation of the delights to follow.

We fingered each other gently at first — then faster, deeper and harder as our passion grew, our hands making delightful wet sounds between each other’s thighs. We became braver and more daring, and it wasn’t long before I felt a wet finger enter my anus for the very first time. I loved it! It was sheer bliss, and if I loved it then I knew that my mother would too.

She moaned softly as I entered her darkest place, sliding a finger into her as she had done to me. She gasped with joy when I began to pump that wicked finger in and out of her asshole… then faster, deeper.

Few words were uttered when we made love that first time… they weren’t needed. Our love was communicated through our kisses and our fingertips.

We learned to identify each other’s aroma then, even though subconsciously we must have been aware of it for ages… and ever after that day whenever we have been apart I have been able to recall the heady scent of my mother’s cunt at will, recall the sight and feel of her as plainly as if she were in bed with me. In my mind, we are together then, and in my dreams we make love all night long, leaving me relaxed and fresh to face a new day.

I remember how my heart pounded so hard I thought it might explode when Anita lay between my thighs, her warm breath caressing the cleft of my vagina. My body was taut as piano wire as I ached for her touch, then I cried out as the tip of her tongue brushed my moist labia. She teased me mercilessly with light, barely-there flicks for a small eternity, then her hot mouth enveloped my flower and she began to lick me, harder now. A high-pitched sound began to fill the room, and I suddenly realized that it was coming from my lips.

I felt ready to climax at any moment — but she stopped licking me then, and I whimpered from a pure, desperate need for her loving. My excitement soared, though, when her hands parted my buttocks and her tongue touched my delicate puckered entrance, playing there, just playing until the tip of it entered and wriggled around. I moaned… and then I felt her fingers on my clit. That was all it took.

When I came it was as if the ceiling of the world had crumbled, revealing the infinity of the universe. My body shuddered as white-hot bolts of pleasure crashed and sizzled through me. I wanted to scream, but my voice had been stolen somehow, and I could only gasp for breath.

My mother lifted me up into paradise, then ever so gently brought me back down to the soft carpeted floor of our living room where I finally lay in perfect contentment — her face resting on my thigh, her fingers lightly brushing my moistened pubes.

Did I just say that I was feeling perfectly happy? I lie; I was content but for one thing — I had yet to pleasure my wonderful mother, to make love to her as she had to me.

I quickly sat up and pushed Mom onto her back, making her squeal with excitement. My mouth claimed hers in a torrid kiss, my hands covered her breasts.

My lover and I feasted on each other’s mouths; lips and tongues merging in a fervent dance of desire. Her kisses completed me, laid my soul bare.

Mom murmured wordlessly as my hand slipped between her parted thighs… and she cried out ecstatically as I plunged two fingers into the wet heat of her cunt, then began sawing then in and out of her.

When I make love to my mother, I like to take my time, drawing our pleasures out for hours, exploring every inch of her beautiful body. That first time, though, I somehow knew that Mom needed to be taken right then, hard and fast. Extricating my probing fingers from her sweet cleft, I squirmed down between her thighs and planted my mouth onto her cunt, my tongue pushing into her. She cried out again — and I responded by brushing her clitoris with my thumb as I ate her.

My mother nearly screamed as an explosive climax took her, bucking and rocking so hard that her head thumped against the floor in time to the orgasmic waves searing through every fibre of her body. I refused to stop making love to her, though, wanting Mom to know how much I worshipped her cunt. Finally she thrust my head away, gasping for me to stop.

Mom and I lay entwined together for a long, sweet while, whispering words of love, pausing again and again for long, sensuous kisses.

Finally we dressed, and talked as we did so. We felt no guilt at what we had both so willingly done, but I was concerned about the effect this would have on my father if he ever became aware of our love. I adore him, and would not want to hurt him for anything. I broached the subject to my mother to elicit her views.

“Mark and I have a very happy marriage,” she replied, “and we are both broadminded people, as you well know.” I nodded my assent. “But,” she continued, “you and I, my darling girl… we have crossed a line today. If your father knew what we have just done it would mean a total family split and the ruination of all our lives.”

“I thought that too,” I said, “but even so, I don’t want us to stop being lovers. I never knew it before, but I’ve been waiting for this day for ages.”

My mother, took my hand and looked me in the eye and said, “Darling, I’ve waited too, you know. I was nervous at first… but now that we’ve made love together, I will never give you up.”

We were both quietly elated that our new and very secret relationship was to be ongoing, the two of us indulging in our forbidden romance whenever and wherever possible.

It was still only 6 PM and we had finally dressed and fixed a light meal when Dad rang to say they were playing another round of golf… and to ask my mother if she minded him staying until about 9 PM or so. I passed the message onto her and saw her smile as she took the phone from me and said she didn’t mind.

“Melissa, darling?” my mother murmured after setting down the receiver.

“Yes, Mother?” I said eagerly, ready to do anything with her.

Her lips nuzzled my ear and she whispered, though there was no one else to hear her speak.

“Have you ever been fucked, my sweet?” she asked.

“I have… but only a few times.”

Her warm, soft arms encircled my body. “How would you like to be fucked by your mother?”

I raised my face to hers, and kissed her, letting my obvious excitement answer her question.

She took my hand and led me to the master bedroom, and those quivering sensations of anticipation returned as we passed through the door, shedding clothes until we stood naked once more. Placing a hand on the door frame, I posed for her.

She giggled like a school girl and turned to her bedside cabinet to take something out, bending provocatively as she did so to give me another long look at her glorious ass. If ever there was a woman custom built for erotic sex then it was my mother, and if ever there was a girl that was made for a lady like her, it was me.

She turned round slowly, holding a gorgeous latex strap-on cock in her hand that had to be at least ten inches long. “I never thought I’d ever get to use this,” she murmured, “I only bought it because… ” her eyes shone with happiness, “because, my darling daughter, I fantasized about fucking you with it one day… and you using it on me.” She reached out to touch my face, now on the verge of joyous tears. “I love you so much, my precious angel.”

I turned my face to nuzzle her hand. “I love you too, Mother,” I sighed, then grinned wickedly, “and I’d definitely love for you to fuck me. But I’d really like to try it out on you first.”

Mom laughed happily, her eyes flashing with excitement as she helped me get the harness fastened around my waist. “Look at this,” she murmured, and pressed a spot near the base of the cock that suddenly had all ten inches vibrating in her grip. “That’s just on low power,” she purred. “Just imagine what it’s like turned to high and inside you.”

I imagined… and liked what I imagined. “Aren’t you going to lie down so I can fuck you?” I asked cheekily.

“Of course darling,” she replied, and lying on the bed she spread herself, opening her cunt for me. I positioned myself between her thighs. She was so incredibly wet that the vibrator slid into her like a knife into warm butter. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my back, wordlessly urging me on. I began to pump in and out of her, and her hips quickly found a rhythm that matched mine.

The sight of my mother panting beneath me as I fucked her turned me to jelly. I thrust that throbbing cock in and out, in and out of her, gradually going harder, deeper. A wicked thought idea popped into my head, and I slipped my fingers between the globes of her shapely ass. “Oh,” she whispered, “Ooooh, that’s nice.”

I placed the tip of my finger against her puckered hole, then slid it deep into my mother’s anus with a single stroke.

“Oh my God!” she gasped as I fucked her in both openings. It was seconds before she came and came a second time, screaming my name, writhing and bucking as I pleasured her, finally subsiding into a trembling, moaning state of bliss with that rubbery latex cock still buzzing inside her cunt.

She told me it was one of the best orgasms ever, and then she said it was my turn next.

I took the position she had occupied only seconds before and closed my eyes in anticipation with parted thighs and bum raised high to help her. It was still warm when she put it in me, slowly at first but firmly, sliding it deeper and deeper until I thought it would touch the inside of my tummy. Her hands clutched my buttocks as she began to pump against me, her thighs brushing the back of my legs with each stroke. Ohhhh, it felt so good buzzing and twisting inside me!

I was so keyed up that it was only a minute or so before my mother’s fucking took me over the edge into sweet oblivion yet again. I gasped and cried out and finally passed out through sheer enjoyment, slumping onto my side.

“Come on, my love,” I heard Mom say through a warm, enveloping haze of pleasure, “Your dad will be home in a few minutes.” It seemed only seconds ago that we had been making love for the first time, and here I was naked in my parents’ bed at nearly 9 PM!

She kissed me once more and reminded me that I was still wearing the scent of her luscious cunt. Dad might smell it too, I thought, and reluctantly washed it away, though I left a hint of her on my fingers to get me through the night.

Mother and I are still lovers, and we have no intention of quitting. She is the light of my life, and I of hers.

The End
 

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Thunder Island, Chapter One

  • Posted on October 31, 2018 at 1:25 pm

by Wickedsmile

I saw the island lie in the bay. It had already been an hour since I had seen the last car, a rusty pickup with a gun rack, pass us by in the other direction. The solitude of the countryside was already getting on my nerves, but this was madness.

My mother and I were about to take up residence in the black hole of the world, convicted to stay there until I was old enough to be set free, which was five years in the future if I wanted to go to university — or when my mom decided to sell me to the highest redneck bidder.

“Do you like it?” Mom asked me with a big smile.

I swallowed in a remark about drowning myself and staying here as a ghost who would warn any thinking city girl like myself to stay far, far away.

Still, the sight was quite beautiful. The island had a slight cone shape and big trees grew on it. From where we were at that point I had no idea the island itself would be.

Some bird with a vicious design flew over the water and casually plucked a fish from it. The fish contorted, unable to escape the sharp talons and I sympathized with it: it had also nowhere to go.

Then another sign of civilization, quite literally: three miles to go to Salmon Creek, population: 1,230. Civilization? My last high school had more students, damn it! I saw myself playing banjo and harassing people with canoes and chewing tobacco.

But Mom seemed happy, or perhaps elated was a better word.

She was a strong woman, but a sucker for stupid men and the last one had crawled out of one of the deeper circles of hell. So when my uncle died, he proved a fairy godfather with an island as our heritage.

I knew Mom needed a break desperately, so I played the game along in the realization that she would be screaming for take away pizza and noodles in no time.

But the glint in her eyes told me that she was falling truly, madly, deeply in love with this place. Maybe some dormant caveman genes had kicked in when Mom was confronted too much fresh air, but mine stayed comatose. They’d need more than a shot of adrenaline and a defibrillator for me to like this place, let alone stop despising it.

So here I am in a truck with the remnants of our lives, I mused, entering the dark ages.

I shifted my ass to prevent it going numb and looked out to see whether I’d missed a rabid bear or some manic lumberjacks lurking in the woods.

“We’ll pick up some supplies in the town and head over to our new home,” Mom said with a wide grin.

I smiled weakly and looked out again.

The town itself lay on the shore and it was…charming, in a quaint sort of way. My eyes that were trained to spot every kind of comfort drew blanks over and over again: no Blockbuster, no Wendy’s, Burger King, Domino’s, I would even have settled for a McDonald’s. There was one hotel with a restaurant, where I suspected the guests were handed out a knife to go and kill your own elk.

And a store, the kind I knew from movies I saw when there was nothing else on: the kind where you could buy anything: guns, fishing nets, parkas and fur boots, but no Prada, Hermes. No music but two kinds: country and western.

We stopped by the shop and the sea wind tugged at my fashionable skirt that suffered a quick death under the hands of Mother Nature. No more skirts here, in a couple of months time I would be eating meat raw off the bone and speak in monosyllables, wearing bear skin and making arrowheads out of flint.

We walked into the store, that confirmed the clichés: yup, there were the parkas, there were the red woolen shirts with black checkers and hey: over the counter there hung the head of a big elk.

A big woman with Native-American features walked up behind the counter and started to talk with Mom. I looked around to try and find something, anything that would be a sign that I wasn’t completely left in the wilderness.

There was hair gel: the kind that could also be used to cure pelts.

“Brooke?” I heard my mother ask. With lead in my shoes I walked towards her.

The woman behind the counter smiled. “My, aren’t you a lovely girl,” she said. I felt like a cheerleader that had just crawled out of a crashed airplane after a miraculous escape from the jaws of death. Still, I nodded politely.

“So, you are the new inhabitants of Thunder Island?”

“Thunder Island?” I asked. Images of the lightning striking pounding the island over and over again started to flood my mind.

The woman laughed. “Legend has it that the island used to be a nesting place for the Thunderbirds.”

Thunderbirds? What — the car, the television series, the flight stunt team of the American Air Force?

“Thunderbirds were messengers for the gods. They had — or have — a wingspan of two canoes and as they flew, their wings beating the air would cause thunder and lightning flashed from their eyes,” the woman explained.

I let that information sink in. Until then, the only mythology that I had been confronted with were stories about prom dates gone horribly wrong or terribly well, depending upon whether the pregnancy was welcome or not. With a sudden sense of fatality, I realized I would have more than ample time to investigate popular folklore. Hmmm, supermodel and folklorist Brooke Ross.

Did I forget to mention that I have something of a penchant for nurturing oddball fantasies?

“You’ll need something warmer for this climate, at least now: spring is treacherous,” the woman said, “on the third aisle on your left is the women’s clothing.”

I couldn’t wait.

Mom went through a checklist for things to have, helped by the woman with things she had overseen or didn’t know were necessary. Item number one: an axe. Item number two: a rifle, just in case a bear got curious.

I stood there with white knuckles, trying to choke the life out of a woolen shirt. I chose some black clothes, not because I wanted to change into Supergoth, but mismatches in colors could be prevented better.

As I lay the clothes on the counter the woman must have seen some of my sadness, because she said: “Your school is thirty miles from here. It is a bigger town, where there is more clothing of your liking.” I just hoped that cotton was introduced there in the nick of time. I reached depths in my sarcasm that gave me enough breadth to cope with the alien surroundings.

We paid for our stuff an headed back for the truck, but not after we were invited to come over to the woman’s house later for a welcoming picnic. I just hoped that strangling bears wasn’t the highlight of the evening. Still, her hospitality seemed genuine and I knew better than to look ungrateful.

We drove along the coast a couple of miles until we turned onto a narrow levee that headed straight towards the island. The sea was choppy and licked the stones of the levee. I realized that when the weather took a turn for the worst, there would be no way in hell that we could get away from the island.

I could cry so hard I almost laughed.

When we drove onto the island I saw the house was built on the south side, safely protected from the northern winds by stone cliff four meters high and the trees. The house was made of wood and desperately in need of a fresh paint.

“Mary, the shopkeeper, told me that she knows a few people who could help fix the house,” mom said.

I just nodded and stepped out of the car. We walked towards the house and even Mom seemed to be taken aback by the work that lay ahead of us. The roof, the walls, all were in a state of disrepair, it seemed to most logical to thing to tear it down and build something completely all over again, like a bunker.

But most of all I noticed the silence. Apart from the wind and the sea we heard nothing. And the strangest thing was, that it didn’t freak me out. Actually, I found it quite soothing. Maybe those caveman genes were actually stirring in their torpor.

The house was not a mess, but clearly abandoned with the occupant not being able to clean it all up.

We walked through the cold house. Mom found the door to the cellar and went down and hey: there was electricity.

But no cable, no internet, just heat and light. These weren’t the dark ages, but the stone age.

I pictured myself drawing deer and other wildlife on the walls and started to laugh at myself.

When Mom returned from the cellar, the first thing she said was: “We’re going to have to get you a moped or something of the kind.” She took a deep breath and looked around. On the wall someone had nailed a board with the name of a ship that had probably washed up on the shore.

“God, you must be hating me so much right now,” she said wearily.

I looked her in the eyes sincerely. “No, I don’t, I honestly don’t hate you. It’s… different.”

“Liar.”

We grinned at each other. I walked up to Mom and gave her a hug. “We’ll be cool here,” I whispered.

She hugged me back and I wondered how a strong woman like her could be so vulnerable. And she was strong, because she squeezed the air out of me. “Can I breathe now?” I said with a choked voice.

“Sorry,” she let me go and wiped a tear from her eye. She sighed. “So, I’ll turn on the heating.”

“Let’s go and see the rest of the island, while we let the house heat up.”

She nodded, wiped away another tear and we left the house. Outside we looked at it. The place actually didn’t look that bad: a few planks had to be replaced, the roofing needed some work. I looked back down the levee at the woods and the snow covered mountains and felt myself begin to feel a bit better.

I nodded, smiled and looked at my mom. “We’re going to be okay here.”

She saw that I meant it, and I saw a heavy burden fall from her shoulders. She knew that I wasn’t being polite.

We started walking around and saw that the west side of the island had a small bay that was cut of the barren rock but was hidden from view. We walked up to the shore and saw little fish swim close to the bottom in the clear water. The north side and east side were all rocky and overgrown with ferns, undergrowth and trees that somehow had gotten hold of the soil in between the rocks.

And all around was this great unhindered view of nature. Apart from the town there was no sign of civilization. Just raw nature.

We climbed onto the peak of the island and looked around and I felt in a strange way at home. My ways had taken a turn for the simple kind: it was basic, pure. I liked the sound of it: pure.

I nodded my head in agreement with myself. “I could get used to this,” I said confidently.

And my mom hugged me there and then.

There on the peak of Thunder Island, I fell in love with the world.

****

Then that night, it started to rain.

The roof leaked. We walked around maniacally with pots and pans. Then we turned out the lights to prevent a short circuit, sat on the creaky couch under blankets, enjoying each other’s company and warmth. Mom let me have my first beer and we agreed to have one wall taken out and have it replaced by a single windowpane.

That night I was reborn under the sound of thunder and the flash of light.

The next morning we checked the damage, that turned out to be light. When we walked outside it was quite warm, another sure sign that spring was on the loose. We ate a quick breakfast and just couldn’t wait to go outside.

“So, what would you like to do?” Mom asked me over breakfast.

“I want to go to our bay and have a swim,” I said.

“Our bikinis are in a box somewhere.”

“Who said anything about bikinis?” I responded immediately, a bit surprised at myself. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but something had broken loose inside and it needed to roar.

Mom paused for a moment, weighed the thought. “Yeah, why not.”

We giggled, ripped a few towels from our rucksacks and rushed to the bay. We spread a blanket out, then I practically tore away my clothes.

And then I saw Mom pull off her t-shirt. As she stretched out, I saw her breasts rise up, her toned muscles ripple under her flesh and a monster roared wildly inside of me.

Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat stripe, her lips protruded from their fleshy nest like they were eagerly awaiting a kiss. God, my mother was beautiful.

I shook my head and ran with her into the icy water. My nipples hurt and turned rock hard. Yet in between my legs I felt a throbbing glow.

Mom’s breath was taken away with the cold. I grinned at her, dove down in the water and grabbed at her feet.

When I rose up to the surface, she seized me and pulled me close. Our cold bodies melted together. I couldn’t feel the ocean bottom as she held me. Our breasts rubbed against each other and through the numbness, a warmth spread through my body down to my pelvis.

Suddenly Mom kissed me on the mouth. I let her.

When she broke our kiss, she seemed confused. “Sorry…” she whispered.

I clasped my legs around her and felt the hardness of her belly muscles onto my vagina and my clit, a heat building between my thighs that I had been growing conscious of some time now. “No sorries,” I whispered. “I liked that.”

I seemed to be adding fuel to the fire, so I kissed Mom. Our lips slid together again and I felt that familiar warmth surge through my body.

When we broke our kiss, we just gazed into each other’s eyes.

Mom gave a coquettish smile. “I’m freezing.”

“Me too.”

“Let’s get out of the water.”

Hand in hand we walked out of the water, lay down on the blanket and let the sun warm our bodies. But even then, my nipples wouldn’t soften.

Mom had the same problem too. She turned on her side and looked with her green eyes at me.

I knew she was wallowing in another excuse for our inappropriate behavior. “I love you,” she breathed.

“I love you too, Mom,” I said and meant every word.

She wasn’t observing me, I saw, she was drowning in me. As I was in her.

In the sunlight a droplet oozed from Mom’s vagina, slowly ran down her thigh and left a glistening trail until it reached the towel.

Without a word I touched her vagina and got a trace of that moisture on my finger. I put my finger in my mouth and tasted it. It was salty.

Mom slid over to me and kissed me again, passionately. I let a hand wander over her skin and let the lust wash over me. She pulled me onto her and let our tongues flick in and out of our mouths. I felt her run her hands over my body, felt my honey drip onto her belly.

Somehow I managed to break our kiss and sit upright.

Confused, she looked at me until I grasped my breasts firmly and gave them a squeeze. Mom smiled and sat upright too. She took a nipple in her mouth and sucked. I grabbed her hair and cradled her face to my chest.

Suddenly I became aware of her hands on my bottom, her fingers homing in on my throbbing cunt. Mom looked up and grinned. “My, aren’t you wet.”

When Mom touched my vagina, I gasped. Slowly she moved her slick fingers up and down my slit. I started to moan as she moved her hand a bit quicker and touched my clit. Then she slowly pushed in a finger inside me. I grabbed her tightly and let her finger explore my insides. Then she pried in two fingers, which sent me to heaven.

My moaning became louder, I bit Mom’s neck as the waves increased in strength and rode her hand like a wild animal.

Then I came. It felt like a strong fist squeezed every droplet of ecstasy out of me.

I let Mom go and stared into her eyes while I caught my breath. Struggling onto my knees, I saw that her tummy and the towel she’d been resting on were soaked.

“Come here, baby,” she said and gave a tug on my legs that showed me where to go.

I positioned myself over her face and let Mom grab my thighs as she pressed her mouth into my vagina. Her rough tongue licked my opening and sucked on my clit. I looked down and saw that I was leaking so profusely that my honey was dripping down from her face.

I shrieked and felt my cunt contract while Mom licked me, sucked, swallowed what she could. I lost my balance, but she held me in place. I grabbed my breasts and kneaded them hard, while I felt an orgasm swell up again and pound my cunt until I begged her to stop.

When I opened my eyes again and looked down, Mom’s lower face had a thick sheen of my nectar, but she just licked her lips and smiled. “Yummy.”

I looked back and saw Mom’s legs spread out before me. I just turned around and looked at the engorged lips beckoning me. I enclosed my lips over her mound and let the tangy sweetness of her explode on my tongue.

I went down on my mother with everything that I had, and soon she began to coo and writhe under me. I licked her feverishly, while Mom’s breathing became more coarse and the spasms that rocked her body grew more intense.

And then she came. Warm honey flowed in a steady stream from her cunt, and I drank every drop.

“I can’t take any more,” Mom pleaded, but I wasn’t about let her go with just one orgasm. So I started to suck on her sweet clit again and started to insert two fingers in her vagina.

Mom yelped and tried to kiss my vagina again, but when I nibbled gently on her clit, she moaned and fell back.

I licked and fingered frantically until Mom shook, cursed and yelped until I couldn’t distinguish one orgasm from another. I just made love to her until my jaw and arm went numb.

Mom gave one last cry, then went limp.

I lay beside her and saw her delicious breasts rise up and down as she tried to control her breathing.

“Oh my God,” she said, “that was fantastic.”

We cuddled together and lay naked in the sun, staring at the sky. The only sounds we heard were from the sea lapping at the shore and the occasional cry from a bird.

“We can’t do this again,” Mom finally said. “It was beautiful, and I’m glad we got to love each other this way, but it needs to be a one-time experience.”

It was true and I knew it, so I nodded. She took my hand and tugged me upright.

With shaky legs we struggled towards the sea and cleaned ourselves. We smiled at each other, a bit shyly.

In the days that followed we did our best to suppress our mutual feelings, but we enjoyed the physical nearness of each other, the casual brushes in our confined space inside, the walking hand in hand outside. And the spring was still gaining strength.

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Camping in France, Part Three

  • Posted on September 30, 2018 at 8:57 am

by Wickedsmile

We laughed, talked and listened until the afternoon turned into dusk, then walked back to the mansion, where we helped our hostesses make dinner. They had a big fridge which surprised us, but Isabeau said with a wink that she had no need of food poisoning.

The meal itself was simple but wholesome. The children were allowed to drink diluted wine. We chatted away while our mothers got a healthy blush as the wine bottles slowly emptied.

At one point I looked at Isabeau, who gave me a wink. “Since the night is quite young, does anyone fancy another change of costume?” she said.

We girls froze, then started to giggle. Our mothers looked surprised, and a little suspiciously at us. Then they looked at Isabeau who gave them an angelic smile. “But first we have to do the dishes.”

We cleaned the table and walked to the kitchen. My Mom gave me a curious glance. I just smiled back and looked at Ursula who grinned knowingly at me.

After doing the dishes we all walked up to the floor and into the room we had longed to see again.

Our mothers were flabbergasted. They looked in utter confusion at each other, our hostesses and us. Isabeau started to explain again about how she earned her livelihood. Our mothers were dazzled as they touched the corsets and admired their make.

“You can’t be serious,” Laura said breathlessly. “I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“These things are priceless, I mean…and what do you wear underneath?”

“Your femininity — that should suffice, shouldn’t it?”

Laura exchanged quick glances with Carmen, who shrugged helplessly.

Mom looked at me and gave me a sly smile. She knew. “I would like to,” she volunteered.

Isabeau smiled broadly and took her by the hand. “Let’s see what we have for you then.”

Laura and Carmen were rushed off by Yvonne and Monique. We started window shopping. I paired up with Ursula, while Valerie and Louise started to browse also.

Ursula and I started to get touchy-feely as we tried to find something that was to our liking. Our grins became huge as we commented about which corset would match our bodies or eyes or hair.

Carmen was led into the red dressing room first, shortly followed by Mom and Laura.

I looked to see where Louise and Valerie were. When I saw that they were admiring a particularly luscious corset I gave Ursula a quick kiss on the lips. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. I wrapped an arm around her and held her fast to prolong our kiss.

“Hey, no fair!” Valerie cried.

We looked at Valerie. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’ve got no one to kiss, damn it,” she muttered.

Ursula and I looked at Louise who went all red in the face. Valerie looked at her sister. “Come on, give me a break,” she hissed at us. “I can’t kiss her!”

I was taken aback when Ursula said: “What, don’t you think your sister is pretty?”

“She’s my sister!” Valerie protested.

Ursula was adamant. “Someone has to teach her, right?”

Valerie was getting seriously irked, Louise looked unhappy. We were at a crossroads and this incident threatened to spoil the entire atmosphere.

“It’s okay, sis,” Louise sighed miserably. “You don’t have to kiss me.”

“Can’t we swap?” Valerie asked us.

Ursula was getting angry, I saw her cheeks flush. “I’m with Rose,” she retorted.

“Okay okay, this is getting out of hand,” I said hurriedly with a look at the curtain that led to the dressing room, “we’re in this together now. Neither one of us wants to spoil this evening, right?” The others seemed to relax a bit. “For the sake of peace we’ll swap places.”

“But…” Ursula began.

“Do you want this evening to be ruined? No? Me neither. I’ll go with Valerie,” I said with a voice that was more commanding than I thought that I could sound.

“Okay with me, I fancied Louise more than her before you came,” Ursula blurted out.

We fell silent as we let that confession sink in. Then we started to snicker. “You did?” Louise asked.

“Yeah well,” Ursula said, exasperated, looking at me, “Valerie’s too old for me.”

I burst out in muffled laughter. “What?” Ursula said seriously, but her eyes twinkled. “Oh fuck, come on, Louise,” she said, took her by the hand and dragged her away.

Valerie and I looked at each other. “Well,” she said.

“Come here,” I said and touched her arm.

“I’m not going to kiss my sister,” she said decidedly.

“You don’t have to. Come on, let’s go find the corsets we want.”

It took a while for the four of us to relax completely, but soon we were happy showing each other, Ursula and Louise included, the corsets we had set our sights upon.

Soon our mothers emerged from the dressing room. For a moment I forgot the world when Mom walked out. Then I could tell that the others were equally impressed. Carmen especially seemed a wet dream on legs with her luscious figure and full breasts that hugged the material tightly.

Quickly we were asked to show what we had chosen, and before very long and all four of us had been dressed up by Isabeau and her daughters.

Breathless with excitement, we walked out to show ourselves to our mothers. They were awestruck.

Isabeau and her daughters retreated to dress up too. In the meantime we looked at each other. It could have been me, but from our mothers there shone tiny sparkling stars in their pubes. I became so excited that I could have ravaged any of these women or girls, just to quench the lust that rushed through me.

Mom took me closer and kissed me on the cheek. I felt her shiver and sensed that she wanted to do more. But she somehow managed to restrain herself. I wanted to slip a finger up her vagina and feel her wetness, so I knew just how she felt

When Isabeau and her daughters emerged from the dressing room, it felt like the ground had fallen away from under us. All three had their pubic hair shaved off, their perfect figures were dreamlike with an alabaster quality to their skin.

Isabeau motioned us to follow her to the room, where we underwent the next stage, although I suspected that there were many more to come.

We got to wear these beautiful stockings and long gloves and jewelry. Mom got a black silken choker with a big pearl, that was like a tear that was desperate to slide down between her breasts.

In a dream-like state, we then followed Isabeau to a part of the house we hadn’t seen before. “Welcome to our boudoir,” Isabeau said, and opened a room that was filled with big oriental cushions, a cabinet with drinks and large heavy drapes as she and her daughters lit big crystal chandeliers. All was in red, it was a room that breathed unadulterated sex.

As we lay down and tried to keep our hands to ourselves, she fixed us drinks. Monique and Yvonne lay down by Mom and Laura, Isabeau looked at Carmen a little too often and sure enough: when she had given us our wine she lay down by Carmen who was enthralled with her.

I was getting seriously wet between my legs and crossed them. I saw that the others were getting excited as well. A light perfume of womanhood started to permeate the room and still we guests were too afraid to say anything.

We just sipped our undiluted wine and looked around, feasting our eyes. Our eyes would meet and leave each other with a desperate haste, too afraid to see the lesbian lust that was saturating our souls.

Isabeau and her daughters seemed to be relaxed about it all, a bit too relaxed.

“So what is it that one does in this room?” I finally asked.

Isabeau just smiled. “What do you think?” I was lost for words.

“We come here to admire,” she spoke. “There is a lot to admire here tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”

I just swallowed and saw my mom across the room. Next to me lay Ursula, Valerie and Louise. I just couldn’t take my eyes off any one in the room. I looked at their breasts, legs, faces, hair — their exposed sexes, openly glistening, waiting for a mouth to drink the honey that was oozing onto the pillows.

Isabeau looked at Carmen. “I come here with my daughters to just… enjoy the view. Do you like what you see?”

“Yes,” Carmen whispered.

I looked sideways at Valerie who lay on her side, one leg lay down, the other bent up, in between a promise of heaven. Ursula seemed to brush an imaginary dust fleck from in between her legs. She looked at me hungrily and licked her finger.

“If I didn’t know any better,” I heard Laura mutter, “I would say that you are trying to seduce us. All of us.”

Isabeau looked at her in mock surprise. “Would you like us to?”

“Yes,” Laura said and laid a hand on Yvonne.

Yvonne smiled and traced the outline of Laura’s side with a finger.

We watched how Laura lay back and let Yvonne touch her, her legs spread open a little, her hands clearly hungry to touch naked flesh, any flesh.

“Is it okay if I touch your d-daughter?” Laura asked in a small voice, looking at Isabeau.

Isabeau smiled and nodded. “You may.”

Yvonne spread her legs a little. Laura touched her thigh and ran her hand up and down the smooth flawless flesh. “This is wrong,” she said.

“Why?” asked Yvonne.

“You’re so young.”

“Beauty transcends age. Don’t you find me attractive?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“Monique?” Isabeau asked her other daughter. “Let Laura touch you as well.”

Monique crouched over to her sister. She took Laura’s other hand and placed it on her body. Laura looked hypnotized at her hand that was now cupped over Monique’s breast.

Yvonne bent over and kissed Laura on her lips. Isabeau’s hand slid over Carmen’s body. Carmen started to tremble.

I saw Mom touch her thighs and felt a wildfire burst out inside me. I felt my pussy oozing steadily now. I looked over at Ursula, Valerie and Louise. A droplet slowly slid from Valerie’s cunt, rolling down her leg and onto the cushion.

When I looked back, both Yvonne and Monique were on their knees besides Laura, letting their hands run over the older woman, who had spread her legs for all to see. Her greedy hands touched the girl’s thighs as they smiled at her. Her hands went nearer and nearer to their pretty hairless folds.

Monique found Laura’s mound and opened her lips, Yvonne bent forward and gave Laura’s clit a lick. Laura shuddered, as we all did. Then Monique bent forward and did the same. Then she looked at Yvonne and gave her sister a kiss on the mouth.

Shocked, we watched the gorgeous siblings flick their tongues into each other mouths while Laura rubbed their mounds.

“Oh my God,” I heard Valerie whisper.

Yvonne and Monique must have heard her, because they looked at her in mock surprise. Seeing these sisters sharing passionate kisses made it much harder for me to control the need to fuck myself, so I slipped a finger to my clit, setting it afire with the smallest touch.

I looked helplessly at Mom who looked into my eyes and who also began to finger her clit.

By then, Monique and Yvonne were really making out. I realised that they were doing a show: our eyes were transfixed as we watched the sisters kiss. Yvonne bent forward and took her sister’s right nipple in her mouth. Monique grabbed her sister’s head and clutched it to her chest. Laura had buried three fingers inside Yvonne and was rubbing her clit.

I looked around and saw Louise and Valerie staring at the steamy lesbian action. Isabeau lay behind Carmen on her side and fingered her pussy, a long sleek hand making wavy motions between her thighs. Carmen pressed the hand hard by crossing her legs.

Then we saw Yvonne slide a hand between her sister’s legs and push a finger inside her vagina. Monique threw back her head and gasped. Yvonne started to kiss her sister’s other breast, her tongue emerging to flick at the nipple.

By now I was pushing two fingers inside myself while rubbing my clit. I wanted so desperately to go over to Mom and make love to her, but felt hesitant to do so. It was one border I wasn’t prepared to cross just yet, fucking my mother in front of others. I saw Mom look at me, and knew that she shared my feelings.

Monique rode her sister’s hand and squealed with pleasure. As I looked back, Valerie was touching her own clit. Behind her, Ursula was following suit. She looked over at me and smiled.

Behind her, Louise seemed at a loss what to do. Noticing that, Ursula rolled over, exposing her bare bottom. I felt a shiver of excitement when I saw that Ursula’s bottom was streaked with wetness from her pussy. She whispered something into Louise’s ear. Louise looked at her, half scared, half curious. Then Ursula bent forward and kissed Louise on the mouth.

I looked at Valerie, then at her hand as it was touching her mound. She glanced up at me, and I grinned, drawing closer to her.

If I couldn’t be with Mom, I would just have to give her a hot sex show. I moved my head towards Valerie’s mound. It smelled strong and sweet,

Valerie put a wet finger in my mouth. She tasted like heaven. Shivering, I kissed her clit, while slipping two fingers inside my own dripping cunt, spreading my legs to give Mom a good view.

With the other hand I trailed my fingers over Valerie’s glistening cunt and quickly slid in a finger. I twisted it, which made her moan. She stroked my hair as I licked her, lapping up her juices. Behind me, I heard Louise gasp, and knew that Ursula was giving her the same kind of treatment.

Soon Valerie shrieked and shuddered. I picked up the pace and felt a warm trickle of her honey flow into my mouth. I tried to gulp down every drop, but some dripped down my chin. Valerie writhed and I pushed in another finger, quickening my pace. Valerie quickly came again. Breathlessly she fell back, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

I hadn’t come just yet and looked back at Mom with wide grin. By then Mom had pushed four fingers into her cunt and by the looks of it was inches away from a massive orgasm. Carmen was sitting on Isabeau’s face and touching the beautiful breasts that had popped out of her corset. Monique and Yvonne had their faces buried in between Laura’s legs, taking turns licking her and kissing each other.

It was all too much for me to resist. I beckoned Mom to come over. She crawled to where I lay, looking hungrily at me.

Without caring what the others would think, I kissed my mother on the mouth. Valerie gasped in surprise. Mom’s hands were all over me, groping my small developing breasts, my ass, my cunt, while I touched her clit and tested the wideness of her cunt. Nearly all my fingers were sucked in her hole.

I think I heard Carmen whimper “Oh my God,” and come. From a corner of my eye I saw Laura, Monique and Yvonne look at us. I smiled and slowly pushed my hand inside Mom, who stiffened.

We were the sideshow now. Mom lay back as I fisted her on the spot. I saw my hand disappear in her cunt up to the wrist, then deeper until half of my forearm went inside. Mom’s face contorted as she begged me to fuck her. I pushed my arm in and out.

The other women didn’t seem to know how to react. I pulled down Mom’s corset to expose her breasts and started to suck on her nipples while my arm made the heavenly trip over and over again. Mom bucked and whimpered, then stiffened with a sudden howl. I slowed my pace,drawing my arm a bit further each time till my hand popped free.

Mom lay there in a gasping mess, then she pulled me onto her and kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue inside.

We kissed like lovers for God knows for how long. By the time we managed to break apart, we glanced around at the others who still didn’t seem to know how to react.

“I love my mom,” I explained. “She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I think maybe I’ve wanted to fuck her for a long time.”

“That was hot,” Louise said.

Mom looked up and smiled. “Wanna try?”

“Doesn’t it hurt, her whole hand in you like that?”

Mom laughed. “I loved it. I’d enjoy your hand too, I bet.”

Louise crawled towards us with a big question mark on her face. I just grinned and encouraged her to join us.

Mom spread her legs and Louise began to lick her cunt. Her pert ass stuck up in the air and it was just too inviting to pass up. I moved behind her and saw Valerie watching me. I spread her sister’s ass cheeks and paused to study Louise’s dripping cunt. Making sure that Valerie had a good view, I bent down to get my first taste of Louise.

Louise gave a surprised muffled sound, and then spread her legs a bit further apart to give me greater access. A long thread of juice dripped down Louise’s delicious cunt and I spread her open to show it to Valerie, who had slipped two fingers in her own vagina while massaging a breast through the material of her corset.

“Want to taste?” I whispered.

Valerie let go of herself and slowly crawled forward. She touched her sister’s juicy slit, then brought the finger to her mouth to taste. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and I moved to one side to let things play out. Valerie’s nostrils flared as she followed the flavor to its source and kissed her sister’s cunt. Louise gave a soft shriek as her sister began to suck and and nibble on her. Louise rocked back and forth, still eating my mother who held her face close. Mom looked at me and smiled like an angel before she closed her eyes.

I had to smile. Mere minutes earlier, Vanessa was unwilling to even kiss her sister’s mouth, and now she was going down on her. I didn’t exactly know what kind of spell had captured the lot of us, but loved every second.

I felt two hands move over my breasts and and looking back, saw Ursula smiling hungrily at me. From behind, she slipped two fingers into my pussy. I bent forward and kissed Mom on her mouth. I could hear Louise beginning to come, and wondered if she knew who was making her feel so good.

I let Ursula fuck me until I felt my cunt contract and with a moan, I came. Mom and I broke our kiss.

“Honey?” I heard Carmen say in a far away voice. Ursula looked at her mom, then at me. I grabbed her hand and brought her over to Isabeau and Carmen.

Ursula gazed shyly at her mother, who reached out to take her eleven-year-old’s hand. “Can I kiss you, baby?” Carmen whispered, her face glowing with love.

Ursula nodded. “Yes, Mommy,” she quietly replied.

Isabeau and I watched mother and daughter kiss each other hesitantly, then the kiss grew hot and passionate. Ursula began to fondle Carmen’s breasts as their tongues flickered back and forth.

Isabeau kissed me and guided a hand towards her crotch. It was hot and moist. She pulled down her corset to reveal her magnificent breasts. Without waiting for an invitation I started to kiss the soft flesh and gently bite on her erect nipples. Her clit felt big under my fingers, and when I probed the entrance to her cunt it felt wet and wide. I found that two fingers fit in easily.

Isabeau murmured, “Put your hand in,” and spread her legs a bit further.

I smiled and gently eased my hand into her juicy channel until it was up to the wrist. Isabeau hissed and clenched the muscles of her vagina so tightly, that I couldn’t move my hand until she relaxed a bit. Her fingers ran through my hair.

Behind me Mom was practically ordering Louise to fist her hard, and judging by the sound, Louise had done just that. I moved my fist deep into Isabeau who arched her back and pressed my face hard against her breasts. Like a newborn infant, I hungrily fed on them.

Then Isabeau turned around on my wrist, reaching back to grasp my other hand, she guided it towards her ass. First I didn’t know what to do, but then got the picture. I bent down and licked her asshole up and down to get it moist, then carefully inserted a finger. Like with her cunt, it slipped in easily.

“More,” Isabeau begged me, so I worked three fingers into her rectum. Isabeau yelped and thrust her hips back at me. Nectar was oozing in a steady stream down her thighs. My heart pounded as I started to pry in my hand in. I couldn’t believe that I could penetrate both of her holes, but somehow I managed it.

With both hands inside, I started to fuck her for real. Isabeau bucked and screamed in a long string of orgasms that raged through her until she went limp and fell forward. I carefully withdrew my hands from Isabeau’s body, and she rolled over, panting with a empty look in her eyes. I found her mouth with mine and we shared a gentle tongue kiss.

By the looks of it, the others were also spent. The air was heavy with sex, lesbian lovers both young and adult lying in each other’s arms and sharing kisses each other. But I wasn’t ready yet — I wanted one more thing.

“Ursula?” She was nestled in her mother’s arms, lips moist from her lovemaking with Carmen. Both of them were naked. I felt a pang of regret that I hadn’t got to see them fuck, but perhaps I’d get another chance before our holiday was through.

Little Ursula raised her face, giving me a dreamy smile. “Uh-huh?”

“I need you,” I murmured, lying down on my back and beckoning her to come over, spreading my legs wide for her.

When she was with me, she gave me a kiss. Briefly sucking Ursula’s sweet tongue, I ripped down my corset and let her kiss my budding breasts. “I want you to fist me,” I whispered in her ear.

She looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I need to feel what it feels like… and you have the smallest hands.”

Mom must have understood what it was about, because she crawled from the sweaty tangle of limbs she’d been in with Louise and Valerie to join us. I noticed that Valerie was sharing a tender kiss with her little sister.

Ursula started to fuck me with two fingers. Mom whispered in her ear, telling my eleven-year-old lover what to do. I held up my legs and felt Ursula push in three fingers. At first it hurt a little, and I let her continue to fuck me until I told her “Okay, ready for more.”

Then she added another finger, carefully twisted it to allow my cunt to adjust to the increased pressure. Then I was felt ready for the next step and Ursula slowly pushed her hand into me.

I moaned and felt tears well up in my eyes, unable to tell pain from pleasure. Then I saw Ursula smile and when I looked down, I saw that her hand was buried in my cunt. I felt my vagina stretched to its limit and bit my lip.

Mom bent over and offered me her breasts to lick and suck while Ursula started to move her hand in and out of me. I cried out loud and begged her, “Fuck me… oh God, Ursula, fuck me!”

She picked up her pace, and I started to see stars. Then the orgasm hit me, washed over me, threatened to break my back, rip my belly apart. I became no one, I was the entire universe.

I screamed and came so hard that I passed out. The last thing I remember feeling was a sudden release, rushing through my spine until it slammed into my brain.

When I came to, Ursula’s mouth and chin were glistening with a thick, viscous fluid.

“Wow,” she said.

“What?” I croaked.

“You squirted.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Oh my God, I had no idea I could do that,” I felt ridiculous, but proud.

“It was great,” Mom said, licking her fingers. “You taste so good, honey.”

We looked around at each other, grinning like fools. Isabeau stood up and let her daughters remove her corset, leaving her naked. “Come, ladies,” she murmured, “Let’s go to the river, freshen up and have something to eat.”

We all thought that was the greatest idea ever. We helped each other take off what little we were still wearing walked out naked towards the river where we spent some time in the chilly water to wash away the sweat and body fluids.

Whatever taboo barriers there had been between us, they were gone now. Sisters, mothers and daughters played, teased, kissed and fucked in the river and on the shore.

Valerie and her sister Louise began to make love again, getting into a frantic sixty-nine, and this time their mother Laura joined them. I watched in awe as she spread Louise’s buttocks apart, then began to lovingly lick her daughter’s anus.

We ended up in a collective incest orgy. I lay Mom down in the grass and began to eat her pussy, Ursula sat on her mother’s face, and Isabeau got onto all fours, where her daughters eagerly pleasured both her holes.

Finally we washed ourselves in the river one last time, then made our way back to the house. In the salon we drank some wine, and then went to our rooms where we all fell willingly into a long satisfying sleep, perhaps dreaming of the delights still to come on this wonderful holiday.

The End
 

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Pint-Sized Picasso

  • Posted on September 22, 2018 at 9:57 am

 

by Ebo

(You will find many more excellent works of lesbian erotica at Ebo’s site Black Lingerie. Do yourself a favor and check them out!)

*****

Pint-sized Picasso.

That was how Miranda had come to think of the little girl she was babysitting. It wasn’t exactly accurate, the girl’s style of art light years from old Pablo’s. Still, she liked the alliteration, so it stuck.

Her real name was Tanya and she was eleven going on forty. Miranda loved babysitting her because she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She liked to joke that Tanya was an old lady trapped in a girl’s body. It always drew a sheepish grin from the girl.

It was an easy gig that paid well. She could do her college homework and not have to worry about Tanya burning down the house. She’d babysat a few kids who she couldn’t say the same about.

Her artwork had been unsettling at first, but Miranda could deal with that little eccentricity. The last kid she babysat was a monster. It was a horrible thing to think about a child but this girl had been a sociopath, had scared the hell out of Miranda the three months she had watched her. She still had the occasional nightmare about her.

Tanya was a sweetie, funny and smart. Miranda was having a blast watching her, actually looked forward to seeing her. She was fond of her, had grown attached to her in just a few months.

So, when she discovered the sketches of her naked in the girl’s artbook, she hadn’t freaked out like the last three babysitters.

Well, she had freaked out a little, she had to admit.

Grinning, she remembered that day, when she made the discovery…

She’d made dinner for Tanya and her, called for the girl. When she didn’t answer, Miranda had gone in search of her. She’d found the girl propped up against her headboard, her knees drawn up and her sketch pad resting on her thighs. Humming along with whatever she was listening to on her MP3 player, she was oblivious to her babysitter entering the room.

Her mother had said the girl liked to draw, then looked like she wished she hadn’t brought it up. Miranda had found it odd then, but hadn’t asked about it. With the girl distracted, she thought she might catch a glimpse of her latest project.

Tanya became aware of her before she got close enough to see what she was drawing, quickly closed the book. She looked like the cat who still had feathers in its teeth, couldn’t look more guilty if she tried.

“What are you drawing? Can I see?”

“Mom says I’m not supposed to show anyone my drawings,” she said, looking down at her sketchbook on her thighs, “Especially not my babysitter.”

“Why on earth not?”

“She said the last three quit because of my drawings,” Tanya said, her lip trembling like she might cry, “I didn’t mean to make them quit.”

“Honey,” Miranda said, sitting on the bed beside her, stroked her shoulder reassuringly, “I seriously doubted you made them quit.”

“No?”

“Of course not,” Miranda said, smiling, “So let me see. I can’t imagine anything you could have drawn that would make me stop babysitting you.”

The girl was unsure, looked down at the pad. Miranda took a hold of it and the girl relinquished it after a gentle game of tug of war. She smiled at the girl, gave her shoulder one more squeeze to comfort her, then opened the book.

She was stunned by the half finished sketch, several thoughts scrambling for purchase in her spinning head. First was the fact the drawing was incredibly detailed, so realistic it was like looking at a black and white photograph. The second was that it was a sketch of her sitting naked at the kitchen table downstairs. The girl had captured her likeness so clearly that she thought for a moment she had actually sat at the table naked.

This was ridiculous, of course; she’d never do such a thing.

The girl was looking at her, her big brown eyes like windows to her soul. Miranda could see her vulnerability, her fear in them. She forced her own uneasiness aside, managed a smile for the girl. The smile the girl offered in return was a hesitant one.

“It is beautiful, sweetie,” she said, which was true enough. The drawing was incredibly detailed, wonderfully rendered. She had skills at shading that would make most artists weep with joy to have.

“You like it,” the girl asked, her tone hopeful.

Again, Miranda felt a soft spot for her.

“You are very talented,” she said, which really wasn’t an answer. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the drawing. Hopefully the girl wouldn’t push for a better answer.

“Thanks,” Tanya said, grinning brightly.

“Tanya, honey,” Miranda said, faltered as she searched for the right way to ask what she needed to know, “Can you tell me about the picture?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Why am I naked, sweetie?”

“Are you upset,” she said, tears in her eyes when she looked at Miranda, “Please don’t be mad at me!”

“I’m not mad,” Miranda said, hugging the girl, “I’m… Confused. Can you tell me why you wanted to draw me naked?”

“It is something I like to do,” she said, looking away, “Draw naked people.”

“Does your mom know about your drawings?”

She nodded, still wouldn’t look at Miranda, “She says I should try to draw something else. Says it isn’t proper for a girl my age to draw the things I do. I tried… I really did. I drew birds… and puppies… and flowers, but this is what I really like to draw.”

“Did you draw your other babysitters?”

Tanya looked away, which was answer enough. Miranda was beginning to understand what had happened, why the others quit. Tanya had drawn them and they had found out, maybe saw the drawings. It was a little disconcerting, seeing herself naked as rendered by an eleven year old’s hand. She could see why they would want to leave.

“Honey,” Miranda said, surprised at her own calmness, “You can’t draw people like this without their permission. It isn’t nice.”

“I know,” she said, still not looking at Miranda, “Are you going to leave like the others?”

“Do you promise not to draw any more pictures of me or anyone else without their permission?”

She nodded, didn’t meet Miranda’s eyes.

“That isn’t going to get it done, kiddo,” she said, putting her hand on the girl’s chin and turning her head so she had to look at her, “I want you to promise me.”

“I promise,” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks, “Please don’t quit.”

“I’m going to hold you to that promise,” she said, then grinned, “I’m going to be around to make sure you keep it.”

The girl exploded into her arms, her sketchbook sent flying. Tanya hugged her fiercely, cried against her neck. Miranda hugged her back, stroked her hair affectionately.

*****

The next time she babysat for Tanya, her mother had pulled her aside, “Tanya told me you saw her drawing. I’m so sorry. I-“

“It’s fine,” Miranda said, cutting her off with a smile, “It was a little embarrassing but I’m fine. Compared to the last girl I babysat, this is nothing.”

“I assure you, this won’t happen, again.”

“Tanya made me a promise, no more sketches without my permission. I think she is good for it.”

Her mother had given her a surprised smile, shook her head in wonder, “You are truly a godsend, Miranda.”

Miranda went looking for the girl after her mother left, found her in her room. It was a replay of when she had discovered her drawing habits. She was leaning against her headboard, her knees drawn up with her drawing tablet on her knees. The only difference was she wasn’t drawing. She was just staring at the book, lost in thought.

“Hey, kiddo,” she said, stepping into the room, “Whatcha drawing?”

“I don’t know what to draw,” she said, looked frustrated, “I tried a few things but couldn’t get interested in any of them.”

Miranda felt a twinge of guilt. She knew what the girl wanted to draw but she had forbade it. Tanya was trying to keep her promise and was miserable for it. Still, she didn’t feel guilty enough to let the girl draw naked pictures of her.

“I know it isn’t easy, sweetie,” she said, sitting on the bed, “Doing the right thing rarely is.”

With a sigh, the girl closed her book, set it aside.

*****

“Miranda?”

She looked up from her homework, saw the girl standing across the table from her. Smiling, she marked her place, closed the book, said, “What’s up, buttercup?”

The smile the line drew wasn’t the megawatt grin she used to have. The girl seemed diminished, just a wisp of her former self. In the three weeks since making her promise, she was quieter, didn’t smile as much.

Not for the first time since then, Miranda felt a twist in her heart. She’d taken something from the girl, something she loved and it had left a huge hole in her spirit. It broke her own heart to see her like this.

“Um, I was wondering,” the girl said, shuffling nervously, “You said I couldn’t draw anyone without their permission. I was…”

“Are you asking my permission?”

Tanya nodded, looked down at her feet.

The twist, again, like a knife in her chest. She hated seeing her like this, couldn’t stand it anymore.

“It’s an important part of you, isn’t it, kiddo,” she said, her voice full of sympathy, “these pictures of yours?”

She looked up, her limpid eyes once again saying more than her words ever could. Miranda saw her answer.

“Alright,” she said, folding like wet cardboard, “this one time.”

The girl perked up, her eyes hopeful. Miranda had to laugh at her enthusiasm but held up a hand, “Emphasis on this ONE time.”

Faster than Miranda would have thought possible, the girl rounded the table and she found herself being hugged, again. The girl gave her a kiss on the cheek, said, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Alright, now scat,” she said, laughing, “I have homework to finish.”

“Okay,” the girl said, breathless with excitement.

“And Tanya,” Miranda said, grinning, “if you feel like taking a few pounds off my hips and butt, I’d be okay with that.”

The girl giggled as she ran out of the room. Miranda watched her go, wondered if she’d made the right decision. Right or not, it lifted her spirits to see the brilliant smile back on the girl’s face.

*****

“I found this in Tanya’s room,” Tanya’s mother said, passing a piece of thick paper to Miranda.

She laughed self consciously when she saw her naked body on the page, lovingly rendered with each swipe of the pencil. Again, she was struck at how realistic the picture was, like a photograph. She had to touch it in one corner to make sure the lead smudged under her fingertips.

The girl didn’t take off the freshman fifteen, like I had asked, Miranda thought with a mental grin.

“She says you gave her permission.”

She looked at the woman, then cringed, “I’m sorry. I should have asked you first. It’s just… It broke my heart, seeing her so listless. She seems lost without her art. I don’t know… I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

Her mother looked at her for a long moment, then a sad smile spread on her face, “I know what you mean. It’s been killing me, this last couple of weeks. I missed my little girl. She seems like herself for the first time in awhile. Thanks to you.”

“It isn’t really a big deal,” she said, looking down at the picture.

“It is a big deal. You have a big heart, Miranda. I think my daughter has found a place in it.”

“She is a sweet kid.”

“She is fond of you, too,” her mother said, smiling, “which is why I need to run something by you.”

*****

“Are you all settled in,” Tanya asked, poking her head in the door.

“Almost,” Miranda said, waving her in, “Come in. You can help me finish unpacking.”

Tanya’s mother had offered her a lot of money to act as a sort of live in babysitter, offering her the basement space as a bonus. This was going to be a rental space, so it was completely furnished and ready for a tenant. It was Miranda’s good fortune that she got it instead. She had her own bedroom and bathroom, a small kitchenette. The money she’d save on rent alone would have made it worth it, but the pay hike was nice, too. In return, she’d be a second pair of hands around the house, something any single mom could use.

“I finished the drawing,” the girl said, helping her by removing things from the boxes and setting them on the bed, then flattening the boxes.

Miranda had to shake her head and laugh. She’d given in, again. Twice now, she’d given her permission. This time, it was easier to say yes, which worried her. Didn’t want the Pint-sized Picasso to think she was a pushover.

“Why don’t you go grab it,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me see it,” she said, hanging some of her clothes on a hanger in the closet.

She was largely finished putting things away when the girl got back with her sketch pad under her arm. Miranda sat on the bed and the girl pushed in beside her. She opened the book to the page, gave it to Miranda.

Blinking in surprise, she blushed at the very suggestive pose the girl had chosen for her. She was facing away, half turned backwards so one breast was visible. Her chestnut hair cascaded down her back nearly to her bare buttocks. The smile on her face was a coy one and it was reflected in her eyes. The girl had made her incredibly sexy, erotic, much more sensual than she felt most days.

“Wow, kid,” she laughed, self-consciously running her hand through her hair, “What can I say about this?”

“Too ‘romance novel’?”

Miranda laughed, “It is definitely too something. Your mother see this one?”

“No,” she said, shyly, “This one is just for you.”

“Why this one?”

“So you can see how pretty you are.”

“I think you’ve romanticized me a little,” she laughed, a little uncomfortable.

“It is how I see you,” the girl said, tearing the picture out of the book and giving it to her.

*****

Miranda felt kind of foolish, her face on fire but it was something she had to do. The girl’s words were still in her head, rattling around so she couldn’t concentrate on her homework. She’d finally given in.

She stood in front of the full length mirror on the closet door, looking at her naked body. In her right hand was the picture the little girl had drawn. She tried to see what Tanya had seen, but all she saw was the extra tonnage she’d put on since high school. Sitting on her butt all day in class, stressing over her grades, and eating on the fly hadn’t done nice things to her figure.

Striking the pose from the drawing, she had to laugh. Her butt was bigger than the drawing, her thighs thicker. Not exactly fat, she had some padding on her that the girl had left off. Still, she thought she looked okay. Better than she had expected. Maybe there was hope for her social life, after all.

Looking at the picture once more, she groaned, “It’s time to start working out again.”

*****

“What do you think,” Tanya said, looking expectantly at Miranda.

Miranda managed a smile for the girl, her face hot with embarrassment, “It is very…”

“You don’t like it,” the girl asked, her face falling.

“I didn’t say that. It is just a little shocking,” Miranda said, laughing, “It is a very provocative picture, Tanya. Where on earth did you get an idea like this?”

The girl shrugged, “I just draw what’s in my head.”

Miranda looked at the picture again, thinking, this shouldn’t be in an eleven year old girl’s head. It’d be more at home in Hugh Hefner’s.

In the picture, she was lying on her back, her body twisted in an erotic pose that revealed all of her naughty bits. It was a sensual, sexy picture. It was understated, artistic, but still very sexual.

Feeling like she was in a mine field wearing snow shoes, Miranda tried to find a delicate way of asking the burning questions in her mind. This was the second very suggestive picture the girl had drawn of her. Did the girl think about her like this? Was the girl attracted to her?

Suddenly, Miranda didn’t want to ask her, anymore. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if she said yes. Ignorance is truly bliss. She could ignore it, go on working and living here like she hadn’t noticed it. Right?

Sighing, she said, “Honey, I have to ask you a question. It might be a little embarrassing but be honest with me. Do you like girls… like that?”

The girl blushed, looked away. The way she fidgeted was her answer. The girl was attracted to other girls. Moreover, judging by the last two pictures she drawn, she was attracted to Miranda.

“It is okay if you do, sweetie,” she said, pulling the girl into a hug, “It is perfectly okay.”

“Really,” the girl asked, squeezing Miranda tightly.

“Yeah,” Miranda said, reassuringly.

“You aren’t going to tell Mom, are you? She doesn’t know I like girls,” Tanya said, pulling back to arms length. Her brown eyes looked panicked at the thought of her mother finding out.

“No, I’m not going to tell her,” Miranda said, smiling, “Although, I think she would be okay with it. She seems like a pretty accepting lady.”

This was true. Tanya’s mother had taken her daughter’s peculiar drawing habits in stride. Miranda doubted she’d have any problems accepting her daughter as a budding lesbian.

“I’m… I’m not ready to talk about it, yet.”

“Well, if you want to,” Miranda said, smiling at her, “you can talk to me about it. Anytime, kiddo.”

“Okay,” the girl said, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation they were having. Miranda let it go. She looked at the picture again, shaking her head. The girl was looking at her, her eyes questioning. She didn’t have the heart to tell the girl the picture made her uncomfortable. Instead she said, “You forgot my tattoo.”

The girl’s eyes widened and she said, “You have a tattoo?’

“A little butterfly on my hip,” she said.

“Could I see it?”

Pulling her shorts down on one side, she showed the girl the tiny butterfly. She’d been sixteen, gotten it on a dare from her friends. It made her smile when she saw it, reminded her of them.

“And I have a scar from having my appendix out,” she said, showing the girl.

“I didn’t know about the scar and tattoo,” she said, looking at Miranda.

“Now you do,” she said, smiling.

“Any other details I missed,” the girl asked.

“Probably.”

“I see. You could model for me-“

“Not going to happen, kiddo,” Miranda laughed, shaking her head at the kid’s audacity, “you are just going to have to use your imagination.”

Tanya giggled, ran out of the room…

*****

Miranda shook her head, now. How wrong she had been.

“Why are you smiling,” Tanya asked.

“I was thinking I must look like Kate Winslet in Titanic,” Miranda said, with a nervous laugh. She was stretched out on the living room couch, her arm behind her head. The girl sat in the armchair that faced the couch, her legs drawn up so she could rest her sketch pad on her knees. She was busy drawing Miranda.

She tried not to shiver as the cool air found her naked body.

“Does that make me Leonardo DiCaprio?”

“Have you seen the movie?” Miranda asked, blushing.

“Yeah, but Mom covered my eyes during that part,” she said, then grinned at Miranda, “Doesn’t mean I don’t know what happened at the end of the scene.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath for the same ending here,” Miranda laughed, rolling her eyes, “I still can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“It was the puppy dog eyes, right?”

Miranda laughed, shook her head, “If that was all it took, boys would be walking around with a quivering lower lip all the time.”

The girl grinned, went back to her drawing.

Miranda took a deep breath, tried to relax. This was so bad. She was actually posing naked for a little girl. She should be ashamed of herself and there was a little of that, but mostly she was kind of excited. Not exactly a prude but not very adventurous, either, this was the craziest thing she’d ever done.

Although, she’d never admit it out loud, let alone to someone else, she kind of liked the way the girl drew her. It made her feel desirable, something that has been desperately missed in her life lately. The girl made her feel sexy, attractive.

How sad is my life, that I crave the attention of an eleven year old girl? she thought, miserably.

With college and taking care of Tanya, she didn’t have a lot of time for a social life. Not that she had a lot of luck with dating when she had had the time. Her longest relationship had lasted four months, ended when he slept with her friend.

“What’s wrong?”

Miranda blinked, saw the girl had stopped drawing. She was looking at her with a frown on her face. She’d been lost in her own miseries, had forgotten about the girl. She must have seen something on Miranda’s face.

“Nothing, sweetie,” she said, forcing a smile, “Almost done?”

“Just about,” the girl said, not returning to her work. Her big brown eyes bore into Miranda as she said, “Why are you sad?”

“I’m just lonely, I guess,” Miranda said.

The girl looked at her a moment longer, then went back do drawing. Miranda was glad she didn’t push the subject. She was depressed enough without explaining to an eleven year old why her life sucked.

Her thoughts had sucked some of the fun out of being naked and it wasn’t exciting anymore. Feeling self-conscious, she just wanted it to be over.

The girl sat her pencil down, said, “I’m done.”

Miranda sat up, pulled on her long t-shirt. Her modesty restored, she said, “Can I see?”

The girl came over, but rather than give the picture to her, she slipped her arms around Miranda’s neck, gave her a fierce squeeze. She whispered in her ear, “You aren’t alone. So, don’t be lonely.”

Touched, Miranda hugged her back. After a moment, they broke the embrace and the girl sat on her lap. Her skinny arm was around Miranda’s neck, her body warm as its flank pressed against her stomach. After being naked and chilly, her warmth was welcomed.

“I don’t know if I should show you,” the girl said, looking down at the page of stiff paper in her hand, “you might be upset.”

“What,” Miranda laughed, given her a playful scowl, “Did you start making my thighs fat, again?”

The girl giggled, said, “No. They aren’t fat, anyway. You have nice legs.”

“You always draw me with nice legs, but I don’t have nice legs,” she said, then took the picture, “Let’s see what what you’ve done.”

She blinked in surprise at the image on the paper. As always, it was painstakingly realized, beautiful in its richness of detail. Strangely, the first thought that popped into her head was that it didn’t look anything like the pose she had struck. She was a little embarrassed by the inane thought, considering the startling composition of the drawing.

In the picture, she was laying on her side, facing the artist. She was naked and sexy, as only the girl seemed to see her. In this, it wasn’t much different than any other drawing the girl had done of her. The big difference was she wasn’t alone. Tanya had drawn herself stretched out in front of her, her skinny body as naked as Miranda’s. Miranda’s arm was draped across her stomach in a lazy embrace.

While both of them were naked, it didn’t seem like a sexual pose. While intimate, it was more sweet than sensual. There was love in the girl’s face, an adoration for Miranda in her eyes.

“Tanya,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, “This is…”

“Inappropriate?”

“Probably,” she said, laughing, “I was going to say beautiful.”

“I love you, Miranda,” she said, quietly.

“I know, kiddo,” she said, squeezing the girl tight, “I love you, too.”

The girl hugged her back.

“This,” Miranda said, pulling back and holding up the picture, “We can’t do this.”

The girl’s sigh was a heavy one and she nodded. Her shoulders fell and it broke Miranda’s heart. She hugged the girl, kissed the top of her head.

*****

Miranda hesitated, put her head on the door to Tanya’s room. She tried to talk herself out of what she was thinking about doing. She hadn’t done anything, yet; her only transgressions the ones between her ears. Her thoughts had been running in circles like a dog chasing its own tail all day. If she wanted to be honest with herself, they’d been at it for weeks.

The only difference was she was finding it harder and harder to shame herself into stopping the endless spiral.

She knew it was wrong but she kept posing nude for Tanya, even though the pictures the girl drew rarely had anything to do with her pose. She liked the way her pictures made her feel, needed the attention.

Tanya’s drawings were becoming more and more graphic. They depicted all manners of sapphic coupling between Miranda and her. Sensual and erotic, they began to slip into her thoughts, then her dreams. She would go to the girl in these dreams and they’d finally give into the tensions between them. She began to wonder if Tanya was as cute naked as she was in the drawings. More than once, she’d caught herself staring at the girl, trying to think away her clothes.

Her morality has been eroded to the point that she stood outside the girl’s door, ready to give into the urges that plagued her. Her last ditch attempts at derailing her imminent fall have failed. She’d go to the girl, do whatever she wanted.

Before she could knock, the door opened. A grinning, naked Tanya looked up at her, offered her hand. She took it.

“I had hoped it would be tonight,” the girl said, leading her to the bed, “I’ve waited so long for you to come.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Miranda said, sitting on the bed. She looked at the girl, saw she was as sweet as she had drawn herself. Skinny legs, cute belly, just puffy nipples. Her eyes went to the soft folds of her girlhood, smooth and pink without a hair to be found.

“But you are,” the girl said, crawling onto her lap, “and I’m glad. I want you here.”

“I want to be here, too,” she said, feeling a weight lifted now that she’d admitted it. She smiled at the girl, said, “I want to be with you.”

Her smile was bright and her hug fierce. Miranda hugged her back, let her hand roam up and down her bare back. Her skin was so soft and smooth, tantalizing. Had her skin been so perfect when she was Tanya’s age?

When the girl’s lips touched hers, she felt a tingle of excitement work through her. She parted her lips a little, felt the girl’s tongue touch hers hesitantly. Teasing her into a deeper kiss, Miranda put her hand on the back of her head to hold her there.

“That was nice,” she said, pulling back. Her smile was infectious and Miranda had to return it. She nodded, kissed the girl, again.

“Was that your first kiss,” Miranda asked, when their lips parted. The girl nodded. Caressing her cheek, she said, “It was my first time kissing a girl, too.”

The girl’s lips met hers and their tongues twined. She felt her desire stir to life, her body responding to the girl’s weight in her lap and her caressing tongue. A pleasant heat spread between her thighs and her nipples grew turgid with blood.

“Take off your clothes,” the girl said, crawling off her lap and flopping very unladylike on her back on

the bed. She watched as Miranda pulled her sleep shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties joined it as she stepped out of them. Naked, she joined the girl on the bed.

Her heart was racing in her breast. She was really doing it, sleeping with an eleven year old girl. She knew she should be ashamed but all she could feel was a rush of excitement. No more denying she wanted this. It was time to embrace it.

“You are shaking,” the girl said, her body molding to hers, “Are you cold?”

“No,” Miranda said, caressing her back and shoulders, “I’m just nervous, I guess.”

The girl nodded, smiled reassuringly at her. She put her hand on Miranda’s stomach. It traced lazy circles, making her skin tingle. Then it moved higher and the girl cupped one of her breasts. Miranda couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped her, looking down at the girl’s small hand on her breast. Tanya glanced at her and she gave the girl a smile, nodded her permission. She teased her nipple until Miranda’s back arched off the bed and she groaned.

Miranda couldn’t breath as the girl’s hand left her breast and moved lower. She thought she knew where it was headed, prepared herself. It didn’t do any good- she still gasped when the her fingers found her sex. Squirming, she giggled as Tanya mashed her labia under her fingertips. Actually giggled, something she hadn’t done since she was fourteen or so.

The girl looked at her again and she blushed, “It feels nice, kiddo. I’m just a mess.”

Smiling, Tanya said, “It’s alright.”

She moved between Miranda’s thighs, spread them wide. Miranda felt the girl’s eyes on her body, felt very vulnerable. The urge to squeeze her thighs shut was strong but Tanya wouldn’t let her, her hands holding her legs open as she continued to drink her in with those limpid brown eyes. There was desire in her gaze, a heat that the babysitter could feel on her skin. It built her own spark of passion into a raging fire.

Then the girl touched her, her fingers finding her tender bud. She didn’t giggle this time, sighing instead. Little shivers of pleasure worked through her body. It was a sweet torture, the lazy circles those fingers made.

Tanya ran a finger around the opening of her vagina, looked up at her for permission. Nodding, Miranda sighed as she eased two fingers into her ready sex. In and out, she thrust her fingers, turning Miranda’s sighs to moans, then to little wordless cries of excitement. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, let her body strain toward release.

Her eyes popped open when she felt the girl’s tongue slip between the folds of her sex to caress her clitoris. Propping up on her elbows, she stared wide eyed at the little girl who was greedily licking her bud. It was kind of disturbing but also incredibly erotic. The second reaction should have shamed her but it didn’t. She was too far down the rabbit hole to care anymore.

Reaching down, she stroked the girl’s hair, put the hand on the back of her head to keep her there. Tanya didn’t seem to mind, rolled her eyes up and smiled as she continued her assault on Miranda’s clit with her tongue.

She is pretty good at this, Miranda thought, moaning thickly. Then she frowned, wondering about that. Why was an eleven year old girl good at this?

“How’d you learn to do this, sweetie,” she asked, around a moan.

“I read about it,” she said, grinning.

Her fingers found the secret spot deep inside Miranda and her body went crazy. Back arching and her hips undulating in counter-rhythm to the girl’s thrusting fingers, she had to grab at the sheets to keep from floating away.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” Miranda said. She blushed when the girl giggled at her foul language. She grinned sheepishly, said, “Sorry. It does- oh, God- it does though. Where on earth did you read how to do this?”

“One of my dad’s fitness magazines,” she said.

“Well, God bless them,” she moaned, making the girl laugh.

She felt tension enter her body and an orgasm stirred to life inside of her. Stiffening, she cried out as it took her in its jaws and shook her like a rag doll. It finally released her and she collapsed to her back on the bed, as limp as a wet rag. She smiled dazedly, as the endorphins flooded her blood stream.

The girl grinned at her, her hair mussed and her face wet from Miranda’s pussy. She was a mess and adorable. Miranda sat up, pulled her into a lingering kiss. Pulling back, she smiled at the kid, said, “That was amazing, Tanya. Simply amazing.”

It had been the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, all the others paling in comparison. The girl had driven her body crazy, pushed her to heights of ecstasy she hadn’t known existed.

She maneuvered the girl onto her back, smiled down at her. Their lips met but only briefly, then Miranda began kissing her way down the girl’s supine body. Tanya had worked up a slight sweat in her efforts and Miranda could taste the salt on her skin. The girl sighed and giggled as she moved lower.

When she came to the junction of thighs, Miranda realized she had no idea what she was doing. She grinned when she realized the eleven year old was better equipped for this coupling than she. Still, she laid on her belly between the girl’s spread thighs, ready to figure out how to make the girl cum as hard as she had.

Her fingers massaged the soft folds of Tanya’s girlhood, making the girl sigh. She listened for the change in her breathing, an indicator that she liked what Miranda was doing. Smiling, she lowered her mouth to the girl, tasted her bud with her tongue. The taste was intoxicating and she felt dizzy with excitement. She was going down on a little girl, couldn’t believe it was really happening.

Tanya’s slight hips began to undulate against her mouth as she became excited. Her little breathy moans were music to Miranda’s ears. She grasped her thighs, holding her body to her mouth. She had been worried her inexperience would be a hinderance but she must be doing something right. The girl’s moans became animal sounds of excitement, her body writhing under the assault of Miranda’s tongue.

Her jaw began to ache and her face was wet from the girl’s body’s thrashings. It was getting harder to keep her tongue to the girl’s pussy. She used her fingers for a moment, gave her mouth a break. God bless the boys- and one little girl- who’d done this to her. It was a lot of work.

She set back to it. She noticed the girl hips start bucking wildly, then her stomach clenching and unclenching. The girl’s body was writhing, her head tossing on her pillow. Miranda’s eyes widened as she realized the girl might orgasm. She didn’t know if it was possible for an eleven year old to climax but it sure looked like she was about to. Miranda pushed her closer to that ultimate release, doubling her efforts.

Then the girl cried out, her young body arching off the bed. Her orgasm shook her to pieces and she collapsed in a giggling mess on the bed. She grinned at Miranda, a sated look on her adorable face.

“That was awesome,” the girl said, stretching like a cat in a sunny spot, “My toes are tingling.”

Miranda had to laugh, “I’ll be damned. You had an orgasm.”

“A good one, too,” the girl said, smiling.

“You’ve had others?”

“A couple. Nothing like that though.”

“I didn’t even know a girl your age could have one,” she said, thinking she’d never would have left her bedroom as a kid if she had.

She shrugged, grinning.

Miranda crawled up her body, gave her a quick kiss, then flopped onto her back beside her. The girl pressed against her flank, her lithe little body molding to her like a second skin. Miranda smiled, put an arm around her shoulder.

“This isn’t going to be a one time thing, is it,” the girl asked, looking at Miranda.

“Do you want it to be?”

“No.”

“Then, my Pint-sized Picasso, I think we better keep this as our little secret.”

The End

 

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Camping in France, Part Two

  • Posted on September 20, 2018 at 9:35 am

by Wickedsmile

Still numb with the fading ecstasy from the orgasm I’d just given myself, we sneaked back to the tent. Mom lit the lamp and we sat down on our chairs. I was spent.

“Nightcap?” Mom asked and opened a bottle of wine.

I nodded. She looking at me in an odd way and I realized I was doing the same too. She poured me a cup of wine.

“I hope I didn’t spoil your private moment, but I, well I just had to watch, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said, knowing that her being there had made the experience better. But how could I tell her that?

The first raindrops started to hit the tent. Another thunder rolled through the valley, much louder now. We were in for a thunderstorm, I realized. I hoped that that the tent would hold under the forces of nature. Mom looked repentant and took a sip from her wine. I took a sip of mine and wrestled with its alien taste.

I thanked God that the rain and thunder drowned out the uncomfortable silence that hung in the tent like a moist summer heat that just wouldn’t go away. Through the fabric of the tent I saw the lightning flash.

Eventually we finished our wine, turned down the gaslight and went back to bed. The storm raged on in full force and tugged at our tent.

We couldn’t sleep because of the noise and stared at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” I heard my mom say.

I sighed. “It’s okay, Mom. Honest, I’m not upset! Really, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” I heard her say. She turned away from me and started to cry.

I touched her shoulder. “It’s okay, Mom, I won’t tell anyone,” I said, safe in the knowledge that we wouldn’t be heard above the noise of the storm that raged overhead.

“I feel like a pervert,” she cried.

“Yeah, well, not many mothers touch themselves with their daughters,” I conceded, “but it was a lot of fun. And I really liked to watch Valerie and Carmen have sex,” I added. “It was just an accident. It was just coincidence that you were there with me. I mean, I wanted to masturbate anyway.”

My mom let out a laugh in between sobs. “Oh, honey.”

I continued. “I’m cool about it, so why aren’t you? I’m not offended, it happened, it won’t happen again. Listen, we’ll just draw up a schedule. You’ll take a peek tomorrow, I will the day after that and so on until we, um, get lucky.”

Mom started to laugh in earnest. I touched her shoulder reassuringly. “If this has to end up a strange holiday, so be it. It’s not going to be a standard vacation, anyway.”

“No, it’s not,” my mom said, having regained her good mood. “Ursula is a pretty girl.”

“Yeah, she is,” I conceded, “but she’s mine,” I added in a mock-dangerous voice.

The temperature had dropped because of the wind and rain that pelted the tent. I felt my nipples stiffen.

Unexpectedly, my mom rose up and hugged me. Surprised, I let her and noted that I felt her big breasts press against my body. It didn’t feel bad at all… actually, I was glad that we seemed to be able to get close this way, in a non-sexual way, just… close.

I put my arms around her and we sat there for a while until we decided to go try and get some sleep. We zipped the sleeping bags together and turned in once more, while the storm raged on unabated.

I awoke from uneasy dreams, because I thought I’d heard someone call out our names. I jumped up and hit my head on the roof of the tent. Mom also woke up. We stumbled out of the sleeping compartment, Mom zipped open the tent and, astonished, we saw a fairy tale figure stand before us.

It was Monique, who stood in a long dress with a black cape on with a cowl over her head and an antique storm lamp in her hand.

“It is not safe here, the water from the river is rising,” she said hurriedly, I had trouble following her. Mom and I looked out the tent and saw in the near dark how the river raged way too high up the bank.

“Take what is necessary. You can stay at our house until the storm passes,” Monique said, “but be quick. Yvonne is waking the others.”

“Who…?” my mom started, perfectly befuddled.

I hurried back and said: “No time, Mom — we gotta pack some stuff!” Mom got into gear and started rummaging through our stuff in the dark.

We shut the tent and walked with Monique to the tents of the others who were also emerging under the light of Yvonne who also seemed like another stray fairy tale princess.

They led us through the forest where the trees groaned under the tempest. We ran scared until we came to the mansion, where Isabeau held open the door for us and ushered us in with her majestic voice.

There we were, dripping wet with what belongings we could grab in the panic.

“You girls, with me upstairs,” Isabeau commanded us. “I will have you take a bath and then I will give you something dry to wear before you catch a cold.”

Our mothers were too impressed by her to protest, so we followed her. The house was full of lit candles and we were back in the fairy tale again.

“What about our tents?” Valerie asked.

“You will see tomorrow. Tonight, your safety and health are more important,” Isabeau said, and that was the end of the discussion.

We were led to a long corridor on the first floor, which I remembered from before. “These will be your rooms for the night. You will find there the proper attire and have a bath. And yes, we have hot running water.” Isabeau turned to Laura. “I think you will find the bed will be big enough for you three. I wouldn’t want any of you to sleep alone in any of these rooms; its history might prove too much for you.”

“What kind of history?” Carmen asked.

Isabeau smiled darkly. “Now isn’t the time for such stories. After you’ve finished, I’m expecting you down below for a glass of wine to soothe the nerves. Tonight you are my guests, tonight the fear stays outside.” With these words she pointed our rooms out to us and walked away with her daughters.

Mom looked at me incredulously. I shrugged, and opened a bed room door.

Our mouths dropped open when we saw the room and its lush interior. On the bed we saw two linen sleeping gowns. “Oh, my God,” Mom gasped.

I opened a door that turned out to be an empty closet. The other one led to a luxurious bathroom that was built of marble. In the middle stood a big bathtub on lion’s feet. It was already filled with water. Sweet scented steam rose up from the surface. I beckoned Mom, whose eyes threatened to pop out of her head. Through the walls we heard the cries of wonder from Valerie, Louise and Laura — no doubt seeing their own sleeping quarters for the first time.

“Who’s first for the bath?” I asked.

“The tub looks big enough for two… if you don’t mind?” Mom asked hesitantly.

I shrugged. I was feeling the chill and was painfully aware that my body had started to react strongly to the sudden heat of the bathroom. My nipples ached because of the temperature shock, and I was worried that I might catch a cold. Although the thought of having to recuperate here didn’t seem so awful.

“Come on, then,” I said and stripped away my wet t-shirt. Mom nodded and followed suit. I noticed her large breasts bounce a little when she managed to wrestle herself out of the soaked top. I pulled down my panties and looked at my pubic hair. Mom had a neat trimmed stripe of hair above her vagina that exposed her lips. I saw her blush as she realized that I was staring there. I started to blush too and and walked to the bath.

Mom slowly sat down in the steaming water. Her breasts softly bobbed up and down just beneath the surface.

I just lay back and let my mind roam.

Being yanked out of my familiar surroundings I started to view myself in a very detached way. The memories of today stormed by as I lay with my head resting on the smooth curved porcelain edge of the tub.

I’d always known that I was different. I remember a niece of mine, who was a couple of years my minor, who had once said in that insipid high voice that she wanted to marry her daddy, because Daddy was the greatest, yadda yadda. I remembered realizing that I wasn’t supposed to feel that same way about Mom.

I knew I was different, the way I felt about my mother, and other women I knew… and that it wasn’t something to be proud of. I wouldn’t get a benign smile and words like: “She’s so young, yadda yadda yadda.” I would get a look of fear and disgust. I would get words like “pervert,” and “queer.” So I shut up.

“What are you thinking of?” I heard Mom say.

I mumbled something. I felt the soft flesh of her legs touch mine and enjoyed it way too much. Forget Ursula, this was way too nice. But I had to keep quiet about it.

“I feel like I walked into this fairy tale,” Mom whispered breathlessly, probably because the hot water drained away her will to stay awake.

I just held my eyes shut, too afraid that they would take a long slow stroll over her naked body. Maybe I was just jealous of the guys with whom Mom had flirted with so openly, I thought.

Jesus, I was seriously twisted. The thought of slowly slipping below the water’s surface and drowning seemed so attractive at that moment.

For how long we relaxed in the tub I don’t remember, but a discreet knock on our door brought us back to reality.

Reluctantly I opened my eyes and looked at Mom, who seemed dazed; she had probably fallen asleep. “Coming,” I called out. My arms felt numb with fatigue as I hoisted myself out of the water.

“That felt way too good,” Mom sighed as we dried ourselves. She pulled the plug out of the tub. The vulgar noise of the water running away slightly lifted the dreamlike state we were in. We walked back into the bedroom and pulled on our gowns, which were an instant joy to wear. They were wide and long.

Mom seemed to hesitate. “What?” I asked.

“I’m wondering whether I want to wear panties underneath these,” she said in a shy voice I certainly didn’t recognize. “I would feel like a barbarian.”

“I am sure we won’t be the only ones,” I said.

We giggled and left the bedroom naked under our gowns.

In the lush salon where we had had lunch that same afternoon it seemed like a eighteenth-century slumber party. All were dressed in long gowns that hid their bodily features, but the atmosphere seemed amazingly sensual.

Outside the wind howled and the rain lashed against the windows. But that world was shut out by heavy velour drapes, a cozy fire burned in the hearth.

Everyone held a wineglass in their hands and was looking tired and happy. Isabeau even seemed to have shed that majestic distant look and her eyes burned with charm and grace, like an ice queen after a hero’s kiss.

“Lovely gowns,” Mom said and accepted a glass of wine that Yvonne poured in for her.

“Flemish linen,” Isabeau said. “I have it woven by traditional method.”

She moved to make a place for Mom, who seemed enchanted. I got a glass of wine from Yvonne who smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back and sat down next to Carmen who was also seemed in a daze. I looked around the room and everyone seemed to be so relaxed that it almost became eerie. I looked at Ursula who sat on a big pillow near the fireplace. We exchanged shy glances. She looked so beautiful in a robe that flowed around her body like water.

I managed to pretend that I was looking in my glass wine — the sweetest drink I had ever tasted — but I really just wanted to check whether my hard nipples were visible through the fabric of my gown. Luckily the linen was so thick, that all I could see was an amorphous hill that stretched across my chest.

I looked up, straight into Isabeau’s eyes. Lost in the moment, I drowned there and then. She had taken hold of me and I felt naked under my gown. But not intruded upon. Isabeau smiled broadly and looked at my mom, who made a remark about the house.

We exchanged some small talk, but soon everyone was groggy. Louise had fallen asleep against her mother and Ursula was yawning.

“Maybe it’s time to go to bed,” Isabeau suggested. She stood up and, much to everyone’s surprise, picked up Louise who seemed feather-light in her arms. We walked after her and I could have sworn that every woman’s eyes were transfixed on her ass as it made a slow graceful hypnotizing dance beneath the linen.

Mom and I entered our bedroom and killed the lights. The room was pleasantly warm and we both seemed to be undecided whether to go to bed in the nude. It was so dark that I just heard my mom sigh, by the rush of linen as she cast it aside. I also took off my gown and slipped into bed.

“What a day,” I heard Mom whisper.

I turned on my side and laid a hand on her belly. “It was a weird day.”

We both giggled. She laid a hand on mine. “I love you, Rose,” she whispered.

“I love you, Mom,” I answered.

I heard and felt her move beside me. A warm breath flowed over my forehead before she kissed me there. I raised my head and kissed Mom on the lips. She didn’t move and let me kiss her.

Finally she broke our kiss. “That felt nice,” she whispered.

I felt a world of relief for her not chiding me. I tried to stare through the absolute dark when she kissed me. I felt her lips press upon mine and it felt like heaven.

A hand drew me closer to her and we were lying against each other. Her hand stroked my back and slowly I dared to touch her side. She pressed my face closer and our kiss grew more passionate. I felt the tip of her tongue on my lips and opened my mouth. Her tongue slipped in. I felt her hold me tighter as our breasts pressed against each other. I touched her tongue with mine. She gasped and we let our tongues swirl around in my mouth.

Suddenly she pulled me on top of her. I broke our kiss and I looked into the dark where her face must have been, I just couldn’t see it.

“Are you okay, honey?” she asked.

“I’m okay, Mom,” I whispered. I lay a shaking hand on her breast and felt the soft flesh and hard nipple. She lay her hands on my bottom and gave a squeeze as she pulled my body tighter to her. Mom’s breath was becoming shallow, as was mine.

I felt my clit rub over her belly. Slowly I started to grind my pelvis into her. I felt that her tummy was becoming slippery with my juices.

Hungrily she raised her head to kiss me. I felt one hand move down my crack and touch my vagina. I let out a moan.

“Is that okay, honey?” Mom asked in between kisses.

“It’s okay, Mom.” I whispered hotly.

She started to rub my slit, while another hand found my budding breasts. Slowly she pushed in a finger inside me. I let out a moan, was silenced with a wet kiss. I pushed back my ass and felt Mom’s finger slide in deeper, then sat upright and felt the finger slip in entirely. I was in heaven. Mom continued to fondle my small breasts as I rode her finger. whispering sweet words of love.

I felt my muscles contract around her finger, then she touched my clit with her thumb. I grabbed Mom’s other hand and pressed it against my breasts, forcing her to squeeze them tightly. She fucked me until the pleasure mounted and I shook. I let out a loud hiss and came.

I straddled her belly and let the waves subside, then slowly sank down on her chest and kissed her. “That felt great, Mom.”

She kissed me and said nothing, but hugged me.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked her.

“I c-couldn’t…” Mom said weakly. I smothered her with a deep kiss.

“I have this fantasy,” she confessed in a hushed voice.

There was no room for embarrassment anymore. When she was finished, I smiled and dismounted her, then pushed her legs up until she held them up for herself. I kissed my way up her thigh until my lips found her cunny.

I tasted of my mother and fell in love with the taste. I heard her gasp as my lips toyed with her clit and lips. I stuck my tongue inside her and felt arch her back. Slowly I pushed a finger inside her vagina. I slid it in and out. She was very wet, I licked her juices from my finger and tried two fingers that fit snugly.

“Yes, Rose, fuck me please,” she whispered.

I tried in three fingers that went in easily, then four. Mom was whimpering softly. Boldly I pushed in my entire hand, Mom froze, then relaxed, then froze again. “Oh yeah, honey, fuck me please,” I heard her whisper.

I sucked on her clit as I fucked her slowly. Mom bucked and continued to whisper sweet words of devotion.

“How long have you wanted this, Mom?” I asked her.

“For I can’t remember how long. Oh my god, forever.”

I licked her clit again and Mom let out a moan, still aware of the thin walls. “Make a fist inside me, baby, come on,” she whispered.

I clenched a fist and started to push all the way up to my wrist. Mom made a noise.

As I picked up the pace my mom started to confess in a harried voice every sin she had thought of committing with me. How she had wanted to kiss me, fondle me, lick me, fuck me. I buried my fist in her cunt over and over again, going deeper each time. Her slick walls gripped my arm. Then she stiffened and let out a animal groan that rose to a scream, coming like I’d never seen anyone do.

Finally she went limp and lay there gasping for air.

I slowly extracted my arm, crawled on top of my mother and kissed her on the mouth. “Some vacation, huh?” I said.

*****

The next morning was a fairy tale again with a rough edge reality mixed in. After a sumptuous breakfast we walked back to the camping to assess the damage.

With bleak faces we saw the mess the storm had left. Our tent was ripped to shreds, the tent of Laura and her daughters was crushed by a tree and Carmen and Ursula’s tent had been blown away and hung in a tree, six meters above the ground.

The owner of the camping grounds stood by helplessly as we salvaged what they could. Carmen just cried, Mom shrugged, and Laura seemed to count her blessings that we had found refuge with Isabeau.

By noon most what had been salvaged lay in the trunks of our cars, the rest lay in the dumpster of the camping ground. A little lost, we looked at each other, until we saw the elegant figures of Monique and Yvonne appear from the woods.

“Our mother insists upon you accepting her offer to stay at our mansion for the remainder of your vacation,” Monique said.

There were some weak utterances of light resistance before a swift surrender. The mothers were told how to drive toward the mansion, the group of daughters chose to walk there. I walked next to Ursula, and we held each other’s hands.

We were all too scared to ask Monique and Yvonne for how long we would be welcome, and far too dissociated to care what the answer would be; all we wanted to have was a holiday, tell the folk home that we were all right and have some fun.

I looked guiltily at Ursula, who was blissfully unaware of what had transpired between me and Mom last night. She just seemed to be happy to be around me.

When we arrived at the mansion, our mothers waited outside the front door, the cars parked somewhere discreetly so as to keep the 20th century hidden. If it wasn’t for our modern clothing and haircuts, the illusion would have been perfect.

I felt Ursula give my hand a slight squeeze and smiled back. Mom didn’t seem to mind us holding hands as we walked in.

Isabeau stood in the welcoming hall with hands clasped together. With just a raised eyebrow she caught our attention and we watched her expectantly.

“For the coming time you are invited to stay in our house as guests. It means that any mention of you having to pay for your stay will be considered an insult.” Our mothers started to protest. Isabeau raised her hand and our mothers fell silent. “That was your five seconds’ time to complain. Now you will hear my terms: as you have probably noticed my daughters and I prefer to indulge in manners that might seem antiquated. But it is the way we like to live; it is a way of life we feel ourselves most comfortable with. Which means that in return for your stay, we would like you to dress like us.”

We gave each other a look of surprise. Our mothers looked at us, saw our eager faces and gave a collective nod.

“Excellent,” Isabeau said with a smile and turned towards the stairs, “then let us leave the future behind.”

Upstairs, she commanded us to stash our suitcases in the cupboards and walked us towards where we thought the changing rooms were. We girls were very apprehensive, as we didn’t know what the reactions of our mothers would be, but we entered a different room where faceless manikins wore the most lavish garments I had ever seen.

Isabeau smiled and put her hands together. Her daughters flanked her as she said: “Please, feel free to find something that suits you and your taste. If you need anything, just give us a call.”

Ursula and I giggled and started to wander around. I noticed her and Valerie and Louise looking out for those corsets, but we saw none. I took a closer look at a dress and saw that its fit was much looser.

I turned to show Ursula but found myself looking at the angelic face of Monique. “I think you will find that these will also be to your liking.” Without a moment’s hesitation she pulled out a black dress with silver embroidery. “Have you ever worn Chinese silk? This dress might look too warm for the season, but it won’t be.”

She deftly removed the dress from the puppet and guided me to a dressing room that had walls of blue velour and a big mirror. There, Monique smiled and helped me undress.

“Where are the, um, corsets…?” I asked.

“Somewhere else, we thought it wiser not to let your mothers see those just yet,” she whispered and fell silent as Carmen walked in with Yvonne.

Carmen and I exchanged coy glances as we dressed. I got to wear a loose undergarment under which I wore nothing. Over that came the dress itself, adorned with tassels and strings. Monique smoothed the fabric over my body with the easy intimacy of a dresser. She smiled at me and said: “There you are,” and she turned me towards the mirror.

In the mirror I saw Carmen half-dressed looking in awe at me. I giggled, not knowing where to look — at myself, or Carmen.

Monique guided me out of the dressing room and picked up Ursula, who stood waiting by a silver dress.

“Wow,” Mom said with her jaw on the floor.

Isabeau nodded approvingly and walked my mom, who had a dress similar to mine, into the dressing room.

By the time everyone was dressed we had a very hard time staying serious. We made courtesies to each other and giggled like school children. Fortunately our hostesses didn’t seem to be offended and participated in our frolicking.

“What do we do now?” Mom asked.

“We will have a picnic,” Isabeau said. “It is way past noon and the sun is shining.”

She walked towards the kitchen and had her daughters pack in a few baskets with wine, bread, meat, fruit and cheese.

We went outside and sat down in the grass.

Somehow we felt the desperate need to leave our mundane lives behind; our stories didn’t match our dresses, we wore a skin that wasn’t ours anymore. We didn’t speak of school, of life in the suburbs, the jobs of fathers, but about beauty, songs, memories that we cherished, personal challenges, dreams and fears.

Sometimes I listened to my mom talk and looked and listened with the eyes and ears of a stranger. Sometimes she looked at me and smiled broadly at me and I felt my skin tingle, she never seemed so close to me. Then I remembered what had occurred between us last night and fought with my confused feelings.

I can’t remember giving nor receiving more compliments in my entire life than that precious afternoon. While we slid into a mode we had never experienced before and we started to get comfortable in the dresses and mood of the ambiance, we started to see each other in ways we would have not done before.

Carmen’s heavy breasts filled her dress in an enticing way as she lay on her side, popping grapes in her mouth as she took her time in appraising her daughters’ physical traits. As she gave remarks about the long slender neck of her youngest or the way the ankle of her oldest melted into the calf, we happily tagged along with like she was showing us the canals of Venice or the intricacies of the frescoes of the Sistine Chapel.

“What I like about my mom,” I started when Carmen was done, “is that I don’t have to have an excuse when a boy says that I’m pretty. I can point to my mom and say that I inherited her looks.” Mom blushed.

“What else do you like about your mother?” Isabeau asked.

For a moment I felt thunderstruck. Did she know? Or suspect? I thought quickly, but came to a quick conclusion that I had to pick up the gauntlet. Mom seemed to want to disappear into thin air as I took a quick guilty glance at her.

I took a deep breath. “When I grow up, I want to look like her. My mother is a beautiful woman with her long hair, brown eyes, her cute nose and sweet smiling mouth. She has a great ass, long legs…” I blushed and looked away, almost embarrassed. Then I found myself looking at Ursula who smiled at me. “Okay, someone else,” I said.

“Okay, my turn,” Louise said, “what I like about Valerie….”

And so the game continued during the afternoon. Even our hostesses joined in and gave each other frank remarks about their physical traits, which surprised us a lot. They just seemed to feel a little too comfortable and made passing remarks about things one could only see when the subject was naked.

On the other hand… being seamstresses, they probably had seen each other nude many times. Thinking about that made me want to see the others without their clothes, all of them. I think that we all felt that way, that desire was so thick in the air that you could taste it on the tip of the tongue.

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Camping in France, Part One

  • Posted on September 12, 2018 at 9:52 am

by Wickedsmile

My mom was enthralled with the idea; me, I had my reservations.

The divorce of my parents had been messy. Both parties had been trying to use me as a messenger to run vitriolic messages between hostile fronts. And now Mom was suggesting a camping vacation in France, just the two of us.

I hated the idea. Weeks before we were about to leave, I prayed for that one sniff that would be the portent of a full-out fever, but none came. None of the airlines went on strike. No tropical storms. Even the fucking terrorists kept quiet.

Every time Mom would ask me whether I was looking forward to our “quality time,” I would force a smile upon my lips that would make Stalin proud.

So, one day, the sun rose up, Mom woke me and in the morning mists of a certain-to-be sweltering day we left in her car, and eight hours later we were at the campsite.

Another great strategic move by my mom was that we were having our vacation at the end of the season, so when we arrived it was quiet, very quiet. A mere five other tents stood there.

Mom parked her car and there we were: a small godforsaken campsite near a godforsaken village. At least the scenery was magnificent; lush forests, a slow moving river that snaked between high mountains.

Still, I was sulking about the whole bloody affair when I heard loud laughter coming from the water’s edge.

I looked a bit closer and saw a couple of girls and women frolicking in the water. A girl pointed at us and waved; she was a few years my minor, that much I could see, but my glasses prevented me from seeing any more. Getting a new prescription was on my mother’s to-do list for a couple of months now.

Mom gave a short whistle and we started to scout for a spot for our tent, like that was a challenge. We settled for a place in the shade under some birches. We managed to pitch our tent with a minimum of effort and disagreement, thank goodness.

By the time we sat down on our folding chairs before our tent, a small procession of females walked by. There were two grown women, about the same age as my mom, one girl of about sixteen or seventeen and two kids about my age.

They greeted us with wide friendly smiles and waved. We waved back and greeted them in French with our heavy Dutch accents. Mom and I were very bad at mathematics, but we did have a knack for languages even though we’d never been able to master a language completely. While Dad would resort to broken English in whatever country he was in, Mom and I would master quickly the basics of a language and build our dictionary from there.

The women and girls stopped and we engaged in some polite conversation. Soon, Mom and the older women were talking like they had known each other all of their lives, and I chatted as best as I could with the girls. First there was Valerie, who was seventeen with her sister Louise, who was thirteen. Then there was Ursula, who was eleven.

Valerie had long auburn hair and a body to die for. She was tanned and wore a brown two-piece. Louise wore a cobalt blue one piece and had a broad smile. She probably had gone through a growth spurt because the one piece had become a little too small. As she sat down, I saw the fabric show her pubic lips and the crack in between them. Louise seemed to be oblivious of that and spoke in a bright, somewhat hurried voice, that made it hard for me to understand her.

Ursula was a shy kid in a green one-piece with flowers. She laughed timidly at the jokes that Valerie and Louise made, the ones that I had a hard time understanding. I found myself liking her in a big way.

They pointed at their respective mothers. The mother of Valerie and Louise was a tall beautiful woman named Laura, and Ursula’s mom was a lithely built woman with heavy breasts named Carmen. Apparently, they’d met in a parking lot, where Laura’s car had a problem with the cooling. Carmen had a spare cannister with cooling liquid and had helped out Laura and her kids. Having talked a while, they had decided to continue the journey together, and that was how they had ended up here, two days earlier.

At one point, the girls invited me to join them in the water. I was self-conscious at the time, but Ursula seemed to be just as apprehensive as I was, so I gathered up my pride and changed in the tent. When I walked out, I was scared, like I would get the usual comments about me being skinny, or whether I ate enough — but the girls were cool and beckoned me over to the river.

Mom had already pulled out the first bottle of wine and was chattering away with the other women.

We ran into the water, and suddenly I had was having the best first day of a vacation since I couldn’t remember when.

Valerie was a very strong girl. She suddenly picked me up out of the water and hurled me away. I screamed and hit the water. I hit a sudden strong current, fought like hell and came up. Valerie looked at me, terrified, but I was out of the undercurrent.

“I’m cool,” I shouted. Valerie sighed out of relief and picked up Ursula who gave a shriek, before Valerie tossed her and she landed close to me. She emerged laughing from the water, quicker than I did.

“You’re fast, the current is very strong,” I said.

She just smiled and did a backstroke to the river bank with long powerful strokes I thought had to be impossible with that kind of body. The top bit of her body lay just above the surface and I could count her stomach muscles. Her breasts were small bumps of flesh that were crowned with rock hard nipples. Fascinated I stared at her swimming away, when I suddenly realized that the current was dragging me along.

I started to swim as hard as I could, but the current was just too strong. I panicked and wrestled harder.

I looked at the bank, where the other girls looked at me alarmed and jumped in after me. I tried to scream, but got a big gulp of water instead. I coughed and swam in a fury.

I looked back in a craze as if a giant waterfall would be the undoing of my young life, but saw nothing but a long winding river. And somehow I noticed a big old house by the water with a jetty. Since I couldn’t swim upstream I managed to decide to go for the jetty.

Thankfully I climbed up the jetty and started to cough my lungs out. The other girls climbed up the jetty too and asked me whether I was okay. I nodded and spat the water out of my lungs.

When I felt better I looked up and saw this beautiful mansion that came straight out of a fairytale. It had warm soft pink walls and the roof was riddled with chimneys. We all stared in absolute wonder at this building.

A door swung open and a woman emerged. I tried to focus, but saw her only when she was a few meters away. She was an anachronism out of a perfect past. She wore a dress that was very narrow at the waist and spread out. Her face was that of a fairy queen with slightly hooked eyebrows, piercing brown eyes and a face that was chiseled by an artisan.

Valerie started to apologize for our being there, but the woman smiled and warned us about the treacherous currents. She walked up to me and touched my face. “How are you?” she asked.

I think I blushed and nodded, tongue-tied.

“Come, I will show you a path to the campsite,” she said with that serene smile and led us to a hardly distinguishable path in a forest that separated her estate and the camping.

“That’s a beautiful house you live in,” Ursula said.

“Maybe you all should come by soon, there is quite a lot I could tell you about it,” she said immediately. “I have two daughters and they would love to meet you. As much as I would.”

We felt like we had been invited to an audience with the Queen of France. Frantically we nodded. Louise had the nerve to ask whether we could come by the next day, which was greeted with another nod and a delightful mysterious smile. She made me feel strange inside.

She bade us farewell and waved at us, as we struggled through the undergrowth towards the camping, where Mom and the other mothers were getting giddy on wine.

Since our mothers had decided that it was no use trying to fix a meal in their state, they too told us that we would go and eat in a local inn, where the food would be good and cheap. We didn’t tell them what had really happened, but that this nice lady had invited us to visit her mansion. At first the mothers were suspicious, but after our pleas they allowed us to go and visit her tomorrow.

While we were eating and Mom, Laura and Carmen were drinking wine, I talked with the girls. I couldn’t help but think about the lady of the mansion and stare at Ursula’s chest. She made me feel warm in a way I’d never experienced before. She caught my eye and smiled. I felt my ears burn again and smiled back. I felt a tingle in my cunny.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I pulled down my panties and very apprehensively felt my cunny. It was wet and when I touched the little bump that was just above the folds of my lips I felt a strong electrifying sensation. I gasped and touched myself again. This was too weird. I stopped, tried to concentrate on peeing.

When I came back, I was definitely confused.

Ursula just smiled sweetly and let Valerie and Louise do the talking.

*****

The next day was sweltering hot. My mom and the other mothers decided to stay and continue their small talk. We put on our bathing suits. I wrapped a silken cloth around my waist. Louise wore a skimpy two piece that was also one size too small, Valerie emerged from the tent in a tank top and string. Ursula wore her mother’s white blouse that hid her body down to her knees. Somehow I felt disappointed, but shook it away.

We followed the trail back to the mansion and stood before the front door. There was an old doorbell that you had to pull. We lost our nerve, until Valerie pulled the doorbell. We heard the bell ring clearly and soon the lady appeared.

She opened the door, bade us welcome and beckoned us in. We shuffled inside and stood amazed at the richess of the hall. Paintings of faces long forgotten hang on the walls next to priceless tapestries.

The lady stood before us. “My name is Isabeau de Collignon, this has been the house of my family since the seventeenth century and I welcome you.”

She led us through magnificent halls where we got lost in a fairy tale of intrigue, art, war, love and death. We lost track of time and found ourselves in a salon with beautiful fauteuils that were richly embroidered. She motioned us to sit down and clapped in her hands.

Two girls walked in with silver platters with food and drinks. They were princesses. Even Valerie and Louise went silent as the girls laid the platters on the marble table and made a curtsy.

“These are the apples of my eye, that is Monique,” the taller girl with platinum hair and bright blue eyes nodded, “and that is Yvonne,” the other girl, no less beautiful than her sister, gave us a smile. We felt ourselves like cavemen when we nodded back.

The lady padded on the couch and the girls sat beside her. We were afraid to speak or eat.

Before the silence became uncomfortable, the lady said, “Please help yourself.”

Hesitantly Valerie took a sandwich and took a bite. Her face cleared up when she had her first chew. “This is good,” she said with her mouth full. Isabeau smiled and nodded approvingly.

The rest of us took note and attacked the platter. Soon Valerie and Louise switched to their usual mode and started to talk. I couldn’t help but admire the dresses of Isabeau and her daughters. I looked sideways and saw that Ursula was also lost in admiration.

“You like the way we dress, don’t you?” Isabeau asked us. I was taken aback and nodded.

“Strange as it may seem, we cater for a public who enjoys this style of dressing. We are seamstresses. You wish to see more?”

We nodded. Isabeau smiled and waited for us to finish our lunch. Then she and her daughters led us to a wing of the mansion.

“My ancestors were tailors to kings and queens. After the French Revolution we were in severe danger of going bankrupt, but then Napoleon crowned himself emperor and we were saved. We made the wedding dress for his first wife,” Isabeau told us.

We were led into an atelier, where we saw dresses that made us gape.

“What’s that?” Louise asked and pointed at a life-size doll with a peculiar piece of garment.

“That? That is a corset,” Isabeau said matter-of-factly.

“What does it do?”

“It enhances the female form.”

“Huh?”

“Come,” she said and led us towards the doll. The doll was the size of a young woman, I realized, a very young woman. I looked at Isabeau.

She seemed to read the question in my eyes. “Like I said, we cater to an exclusive audience. This is being made for a Japanese princess. I can’t tell you more.”

We stood and admired the handiwork. The embroidery was very fine. We realized that this would cost us more than we could imagine.

“Can you breathe in this thing, this corset,” Louise asked.

Isabeau laughed. “Yes, you can. I am wearing one, like my daughters.” She took a moment’s pause. “Would you like to try one on?”

Louise shrugged. “Sure.”

“Come with me, I will show you some corsets we have upstairs.”

We were led along to the second floor and stepped into a room, where there were nothing but corsets.

“Some of these are more than hundred years old and oh, my, the stories they could tell,” Isabeau said with a naughty smile.

She gave Louise a long look and led her towards a black corset, then shook her head and took her to a emerald green one. “This matches your eyes better.” She clapped in her hands. “Monique, would you be so kind?”

Monique started to unfasten the corset and motioned Louise to follow her to a room that was hidden behind a heavy red curtain.

We looked at each other and suddenly found ourselves wandering past the other corsets. There must have been a hundred of them. Yvonne and Isabeau started to talk with us and show us the models and the intricacies of the handiwork.

The red curtain opened and Monique and Louise walked in. Louise had a red face and it took no more than a passing glance why; apart from the corset, she was naked.

“Monique didn’t think my panties fitted with the corset, so I, um….”

We stared at her bald pussy that had a small neat brown tuft of fur above. “Aw, come on guys, stop gawking,” she pleaded.

“Wow,” Valerie said, “you look amazing.”

It was true, Louise looked stunningly beautiful and… sexy. I felt that tingle again and suddenly didn’t know where to look. The room seemed to be saturated with sex and I wasn’t prepared for that.

“Who’s next?” Isabeau said suddenly.

“I’d like to,” Ursula said and stepped forward.

Isabeau smiled and walked up to her. “I just might have the thing for you.”

Yvonne and Monique walked up to me and Valerie. We looked at each other, blushed deeply, but we knew that we wanted to look sexy like that too, although we were not too sure about being so very naked.

Monique took me softly by the hand and led me to a corset I had laid my eyes on. It was black velvet with pearls. “You like that one, don’t you?” she asked softly.

I nodded.

She removed the corset and led me into the room that was all red, the seats and couches, the walls, the ceiling. While she loosened the laces, she smiled at me: “You know what to do now.”

I took off my clothes as casually as I could. Valerie and Ursula also walked in. Valerie giggled nervously as she took off her clothes. Ursula looked at me as she undressed.

Monique bowed down before me and was so close I was afraid she could smell me or see me get moist, because I was feeling my cunny get very warm. She appeared not to notice and asked me to step into the corset. When I did, she hoisted it up and started to lace me in.

“I’m sorry, but I have to do this. Your breasts will fit in better,” she said and lifted my breasts up one by one. The pressure on my torso felt good somehow and my breasts were pushed so a nice hill of flesh made a nice distinct curve. I giggled and looked at Ursula who had her breasts lifted up too.

“Look, I have titties,” I said.

Ursula smiled broadly and looked down. “Wow, me too.”

We looked at Valerie and were smashed away. “Wow,” we said simultaneously.

Valerie had turned into a goddess of sex. We saw that that she had a neat narrow strip of hair above her cunny.

“Breathe in,” Monique whispered in my ear. When I did, I felt her pull the laces tighter. My breasts went up some more and I giggled.

Louise walked in and was flabbergasted by the sight of our nudity.

Monique asked me to breathe in again and pulled the laces tighter. “You’re fine, I won’t go much further.”

“Thanks,” I said and felt exquisite, feminine, sexy. “How do I look?” I asked the others. They clapped and smiled.

Yvonne stepped away and pulled away another curtain to unveil a large ancient mirror. We stopped laughing, we couldn’t believe what or who we were seeing. Gone were the trying and tiring years of pubescence, we had become women.

Isabeau looked appraisingly at us. She clapped her hands. “This calls for a feast,” she said. “Come along, girls,” she said and led us towards another room, where there were these old fashioned dressing mirrors with light bulbs in the frame, along with huge boxes with make up and jewelry. We were told to sit down and given a make over by our hostesses.

By the time they were finished I had become a femme fatale with pearl earrings. The awareness of me being naked down there subsided and I enjoyed the sensation of being free and restrained, both at the same time.

Monique and Yvonne started to unwind and began to exchange jokes and stories with us. Then they left to return with black stockings, which they helped us to put on and clasp to the corsets. Then Isabeau left to return with long velvet gloves, which we put on.

She invited us to stand up and looked at us. We looked at each other and had smiles that just wouldn’t go away.

Isabeau led us back to the room with the big mirror and we stood there for God knows how long, appraising ourselves, each other. Ursula had a small tiara in her flaming blond hair and I could have sworn that the tiara was studded with real diamonds. Fortunate though we were to wear the priceless things, we had been turned into women and we could look back to this moment and smile a smile that no one could ever rob us of.

And I started to look differently at my newfound friends, differently in a way that I had not known before. I looked at them and drowned in the way they looked. I allowed myself to let my eyes wander over their bodies and suck in each tiny detail, up to the tiny folds of their pubic lips, slender legs and the curves of their breasts that had become welcoming mountains of joy. I started to wonder what it would be like to touch them and feel their flesh under the fabric.

I looked at Isabeau and saw her stare hard at me — not hostile, but interested.

A resounding bell brought us back to earth. Isabeau sighed, and the spell was broken. “It’s almost six o’clock, your parents are going to wonder where you are.”

“Aww,” we said and let our hosts undress us.

They accompanied us to the door, while we begged them to receive us the next day. They smiled and assured us that we were more than welcome.

Our mothers didn’t even seemed to have missed us and listened to our tales, with us leaving some details — specifically the one that we’d been half naked in corsets. But the four of us mentioning that there were no men put their minds more at ease.

Since no one had bothered to remember to go the stores we dined again at the inn. Mom bought a couple of bottles of wine at the inn and we walked back to the camping.

“I had great fun today,” Ursula whispered to me and looked at me.

“Me too,” I said breathlessly. I touched her hand and she took it.

We heard Valerie and Louise whisper something. When I looked back I saw them hold hands too.

“Shall we sit by the river bank?” I proposed.

“Sure,” the others said. We told our mothers where we would be and sat down in the grass in the near dark.

“Today was lovely,” Valerie said.

We agreed. My hand searched and found Ursula’s hand who gave an assuring squeeze. I looked at her and felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

“Rose likes Ursula,” I heard Louise say. Disturbed, I looked at her, but she wasn’t teasing me.

A dark rumble engulfed the river valley. “Come on, Louise, let’s give the girls some privacy,” Valerie said and took her protesting sister by the hand.

Ursula looked away shyly as we sat on the river bank. Not knowing where to look, we watched the river that was studded with diamonds glimmering in the moonlight.

“You looked amazing today,” I started not knowing what else to say.

“You too. I thought you looked hot,” she said and smiled nervously.

We slid a bit more towards each other and she rested against my arm. Hesitantly I touched her arm.”You made me want to touch you,” I said.

She sniggered. “I’m sorry, I am a bit nervous. I have never done this.”

“Me neither,” I whispered.

She turned her head towards me and gave me a peck on my lips. I bent my head forwards and gave her another kiss. She smiled and pressed her lips harder upon mine. I wrapped an arm around her as we started to kiss some more. I felt her skin under my trembling fingers. She moaned a bit and touched my lips with her tongue, as if asking for an invitation. I opened my mouth a little and felt the tip of her tongue touch mine. I took a deep breath and kissed her hard on her mouth. I felt the tingle down below return.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close to her until I felt her small breasts touch mine. We got into a wavy motion that sent shivers down my spine. I felt a sudden need to feel my cunny, but managed to restrain myself.

Ursula broke her kiss and looked at me. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Then she hugged me and kissed me some more. I sensed that she didn’t want go any further, so we sat there silently for a while, admiring the view.

When we got thirsty we walked back to the tents where the others sat down. Mom just raised her eyebrows but said nothing, for which I was very thankful, and poured me my first glass of wine.

The rest of the evening was spent small talking, but sometimes I saw the other girls and women look at me and Ursula bemusedly.

When we finally went to bed, Mom just asked: “Did you have a good time today?”

“Yes, I did, Mom,” I answered, afraid that she was going to interrogate me.

“Good. Sleep tight, honey.”

I couldn’t sleep. The heat of the day hadn’t subsided and I felt the strong urge to kick off the sleeping bag. Mom too didn’t doze off so easily.

“I can’t sleep,” I whispered.

“Me neither,” she whispered back.

“Maybe we’d better lie down on one sleeping bag,” she whispered.

I crawled out of my sleeping bag as my mother unzipped hers and lay it down on the mattress. We lay down again and looked at the ceiling of the tent.

“That’s better,” she said.

“Mom? I like Ursula.”

“That’s great, honey, she’s a very pretty girl.”

That message went down well, almost too well. “We kissed.”

“You’re not the first to have kissed a girl, honey,” my mom stated flat-out.

“Huh?”

My mother turned on her side towards me. “When I was a girl, about your age, I met this English girl, I can’t remember her name anymore, but we made out a couple of times. When we went back home, I was heartbroken.” She laughed softly. “So you just have a good time, okay?”

“Okay, thanks Mom.”

She touched my cheek and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I love you, honey,” she said and lay down on her back again.

I stared at the ceiling, but still couldn’t get to sleep. The memories of kissing Ursula haunted me.

I heard my mom breathing rhythmically. Slowly I slipped a hand into my panties and felt beyond my pubic hair and down to my cunny. It was very sensitive and hot. I felt the tiny button, which I knew protruded a little above my lips and felt a sudden shock.

I was horny, damn it!

It was hot and damp inside my panties. I felt my pubic lips and felt that they were sticky with a wetness I had never felt before. I looked sideways but saw little else than my mother’s breast heave up and down in sleep.

I crawled out of bed and walked outside, not knowing where to go for any further explorations of the intimate kind. The stars had disappeared, I saw. Far away the horizon lit up in a flash. I began to wonder whether we would be spared a thunderstorm.

I heard noises come from the river and curious I walked through the moist grass that dampened my footsteps.

In the river I saw Valerie and Carmen frolic. With a shock I saw that they were naked. And that they were taking more than a casual interest in each other. Playfully they kissed and touched each other in the moonlight. I knelt down and watched fascinated how they kissed and touched each other. I felt hot again and tugged my panties aside to feel my hot moist lips.

“What are they doing, honey?” I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear.

I wanted to shriek, but a hand clasped my mouth and a body pressed against mine. Ashamed, I looked back and saw my mom smile at me. “It’s okay, honey,” she whispered. Her breath was hot and sweet. She touched my shoulders. “Let’s watch.”

We watched the women fondle each other underwater. I saw their mouths glued together and their breasts heave. I felt uncomfortably horny, but my mom was behind me. I desperately wanted to touch myself, my hand still lay on my aching lips, I was sure a drop slid down my fingers down on the damp grass.

“I feel the same way, honey,” my mom whispered hotly in my ears, “this brings back so many good memories.”

I was in shock, thinking of my mom as a sexual being, a bisexual one at that. It scared me, but I was also intrigued.

Valerie and Carmen were becoming noisy, their moaning pounded in my ears. Fascinated, I saw them kiss and twist in the water.

I thought I felt my mother move in a strange way, I was too scared to look at what she was doing behind my back, but I surely felt her breathing pick up pace. She whimpered and bumped against my back, I felt her big soft breasts press against me.

“It’ll be our little secret,” she moaned breathlessly.

By now Valerie and Carmen were enjoying each other just a little too much. Hesitantly I started to rub my clit and was instantly seized by a pulsing series of waves of joy that rocked my lithe body. Unable to keep my balance, I rested on one hand, while the other worked hard on my pussy lips that were dripping wet. I could have sworn that Mom was touching my shoulder, but I was too far gone to react to that, other than imagine her touching me somewhere else.

With a stifled moan, I felt a surge rock me and I came hard.

Panting, I rested one arm on the ground, my knees dug in the grass, head spinning. When I looked up, Valerie and Carmen dragged each other to the river bank and lay there kissing and hugging.

Once again, I felt my mother’s hand on my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go back to the tent.”

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Beneath the Mistletoe

  • Posted on September 6, 2018 at 9:30 am

Note from JetBoy: What with all the fiction we’ve got that features underage girls, it strikes me that we could use a few more stories with grown women who end up in forbidden lesbian relationships. Here’s one. I made some major changes in the plot here, which will be explained further down. Do enjoy!

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You know, I’d heard all the mother-in-law jokes before I got married… but honestly, from the moment we met, I got along famously with John’s mom. In fact, I found Cora to be as supportive and sweet as my own mother had been.

John and I lived in Seattle, while his mother had a farm in Michigan. We both taught high school, and on our salaries we could barely afford our single annual trip home at Christmas time to see Cora.

I didn’t mind going at all. My folks had passed away while I was in college and John and his mother were all the family I had. Besides, Cora was a wonderful woman, and we both looked forward to going home and spending time with her in the big farm house where she lived.

John and I had met in college, fell in love and were now living the typical young couple’s life in Seattle. Seattle and its annual rainfall is an acquired taste, but we enjoyed living there and after a few years were looking for a house to buy and had begun to talk about having kids. A high point of the year, however, was splurging on plane tickets and flying into Detroit and driving to John’s childhood home for Christmas. Cora always had the house decorated with a huge tree and Christmas trim all through the house. We almost always have snow and, well, it just seems that it’s like we’re living in some old classic Yuletide movie.

It was on our fourth Christmas trip home that things became different between John’s mother and me. It began with just a little silly incident, but even then, I knew that something special had happened even if I didn’t understand it at the time. It’s funny how a quiet, intimate moment can change your life forever…

That December was a Christmas out of a storybook. It had snowed off and on since the morning of the twenty-third and now the woods and farmland around us looked like a winter wonderland. Inside my mother-in-law’s warm and cozy house I could sit and watch Cora for hours, amazed at her energy and her imagination and her kindness while she did all the little things that made the old farmhouse a real home. John’s dad had passed away many years earlier, but Cora had never remarried. She was such a lovely, vivacious woman that I often wondered why.

She and I were in the kitchen on Christmas Eve — Cora making an apple pie for tomorrow’s dinner while I watched at the kitchen table. Cora moved around the kitchen effortlessly with the energy of a teenager and I have to admit, a figure any real woman would admire.

Cora had blonde hair that she wore short, and was dressed in a flannel shirt and tight blue jeans, the seams stretched by her shapely, generous bottom. That shirt did nothing to conceal her voluptuous breasts, which swayed beneath the warm wool material. Her big brown eyes sparkled with laughter as she worked, and I remember wishing that I had her fair, flawless complexion.

As she put the finishing touches on the pie, she gave me a quick glance and a smile and asked, “So, Diana — are you and John going to make me a grandmother anytime soon?”

I giggled and took a sip of hot chocolate from the mug in front of me. “We’re talking about it. We’d like to find a house first — neither of us want to bring up kids in an apartment, especially the little cracker box we have now.”

Cora nodded and said, “I understand that — a family needs a house.” She turned away from the counter and smiled at me. “Well, it makes me happy just to know you two are at least thinking about children, by now I’m sure you know how to make them.” She winked at me naughtily while I felt my jaw drop.

“Why, Cora Holland — I can’t believe you said that!” Sometimes I think John’s mother made jokes like that just to see my reaction. I grew up in a strict, conservative home where just uttering the word “sex” could get you spanked.

Cora walked across the room with a hot pitcher of cocoa and topped off my mug and while pouring two more mugs full, said, “Well, it’s true… and this old house has seen a fair sight of babymaking. That big old poster bed you’re sleeping in used to belong to John’s grandparents… and they conceived ten kids in that bed, including John’s daddy.”

While I tried to get my mouth to work, Cora leaned down and kissed the top of my head and said, “You two should get some practice in while you’re here — who knows, the old Holland family luck might kick in!”

I could feel myself blushing and managed to get out — “Cora, you’re awful!”

My mother-in-law just laughed in reply and was about to say something else when John called from the living room, “Hey, are you girls ever coming in here? It’s getting late and we haven’t even listened to the old records yet!” There was a pause and Cora and I looked at each other and together perfectly lip-synced silently as my husband hollered, “It’s tradition, y’know!”

Cora rolled her eyes and shook her head as she said, “That boy and his traditions.” She picked up the two mugs of hot chocolate and motioned towards the hallway. “I guess we better go before your husband has a cow.”

I laughed as we walked down the narrow hall, “Well, you raised him, you know.” I said in a bantering tone as we approached the narrow entrance to the living room.

It was a wonderful evening as we talked and listened to Christmas albums — Cora and John entertaining me with stories from their family history, especially John’s getting into mischief as a boy. While John stuck to cocoa, his mother and I opted to break open nice bottle of wine I’d brought with us and by midnight, we’d pretty much finished it off.

As the chimes on Cora’s old grandfather clock began to chime the arrival of Christmas, Cora stood and stretched, her breasts straining against her heavy sweater as she raised her hands over her head. “Oh my, I know some children that need to get to bed before Santa shows up!” she said in a mock-scolding tone.

I stood up and had a stretch myself, my own heavy breasts bulging out against my sweater. I gathered up the cocoa mugs to carry to the kitchen, not paying attention as I moved towards the doorway… and wound up colliding with Cora as we both tried to get through the entrance at the same time. We both stopped and began to apologize, facing each other, our breasts pressed together.

John, on his way to the bathroom, laughed and said, “Uh-oh… you gals need to kiss!” We both looked at him and then looked above us to see what he was pointing at. Above us was a large sprig of mistletoe that Cora had hung over the doorway for the holidays. John snorted with laughter as he left the room.

Cora laughed and leaned in a bit, her breasts mashing against mine. “Merry Christmas, daughter in law,” she said in a happy voice, and we gave each other a soft kiss on the lips.

It felt lovely, and I wrapped my arms around Cora, a mug in each hand. I didn’t understand why, but my heart was racing.

She drew back, gazed deep into my eyes and whispered, “Oh, my… that’s the nicest kiss I’ve had in ages.”

We both laughed and I don’t know, maybe it was the wine — maybe it was anticipating a little lovemaking with John that made me feel so naughty, but I leaned in and with my mouth open, moved to kiss Cora again, another like the first one… but to my surprise, Cora’s open mouth met mine, and I gasped as I felt her tongue spear between my open lips.

Now, I’ve kissed a girl before. In fact, my college roommate Jenny and I had enjoyed more than a little girl-on-girl loving on those lonely nights when we were between boyfriends, but it didn’t prepare me for the jolt of pure excitement that surged through my body as I French-kissed my mother-in-law for maybe fifteen seconds, our tongues dueling fiercely.

When we parted, I was slack-jawed with amazement. Cora smiled back at me and softly said, “You’re a very good kisser.” She moved into the hallway then, her breasts brushing heavily against mine… and while my nipples had become rock hard, I was equally sure that I could feel hers, even through the heavy sweater.

Acting like what we’d done was no big deal, my mother-in-law called out for me to just leave the mugs in the sink, she’d clean up in the morning. I stood for a moment in shock at what had just happened, then I heard John shuffle back into the room. “Ready to turn in?” he yawned.

And upstairs we went.

*****

The next morning, I got up and pulled on a modest babydoll negligee — obviously braless, my breasts opaquely covered by the silky material, the nipples obviously outlined and protruding against the cloth, and matching panties. John gave me an appreciative stare as he pulled on a sweatshirt and boxer shorts.

I glanced at myself in the mirror as I followed my husband, The light green negligee ended at mid thigh, showing off my sexy legs and accentuating my breasts. With my bed-tousled head of carrot-red hair, I did look sexy — and I found myself wondering if Cora would think so… as if I was dressing for her. Deep down inside, somehow I knew that I was, too.

We joined Cora in the kitchen. Maybe a year ago I wouldn’t have seen her as anything but John’s middle-aged mother — a pretty woman, but whom I would never think of as a sexual creature. Now, it was hard to take my eyes off her as we ate breakfast. Cora was wearing an old, well worn, light blue flannel gown that molded itself tightly to her body, clinging to her heavy breasts and her full butt. Interesting… there were no panty lines that I could see.

We sat down together and ate a Christmas pancake breakfast. Afterwards, while John headed upstairs to shower and get dressed, I helped Cora clear away the dishes.

As we washed and dried, Cora glanced over at me and smiled coyly. I smiled back at her, and then we both broke out laughing. We hugged, our bodies pressed tightly together. I marveled at how good and warm she felt and again, thoughts of her body flashed in my mind even as we continued to laugh. It seemed obvious that both of us were enjoying the sensation. We drifted apart, laughed quietly, then turned back to the dishes.

I glanced up at the mistletoe hanging just a few feet away, thinking how exciting that moment had been last night — and how lovely it would be to do it again…

I didn’t mean for it to happen, but Cora saw me gazing at the mistletoe. She set down the plate she was holding and reached for my hand. “C’mere,” she murmured, guiding me over to stand beneath the small green sprig hung above the doorway. We stared at each other.

She leaned into me and we kissed — no simple peck on the cheek, but with mouths open, my tongue welcoming hers as our lips pressed together and sealed. Her tongue danced and snaked around mine, making me shiver. Her arms came up and her hands clamped down on my shoulders, pulling me firmly against her. Under the thin clothing, I could feel my nipples grow harder, sensing the soft fleshiness of her breasts. A wicked heat began to stoke between my legs as I felt her own nipples through the thin satin of my nightie.

We kissed a lot longer this time, much more than the few seconds of the night before. Forty-five seconds, maybe even for a minute before we finally parted, our lips separating wetly with a delicious smack.

We stared at each other wide-eyed, very much aware of the energy between us.

“Wow!” I whispered, barely able to speak. I had to face it — my husband’s mother and I had just shared a lover’s kiss!

“Yeah,” Cora replied in a very husky voice. “You know, there’s a lot to be said for tradition.” Then she realized she still held me in an embrace and her face flushed bright red and she exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, look at the time. I’ve got to get started on Christmas dinner!” Cora beat a hasty retreat towards the stairs, calling out, “I’m going to get dressed and get started in the kitchen — Diana, I could use some help in a bit, if you don’t mind!”

John came down a couple of minutes later, and I made small talk with him, trying to conceal the intense excitement I felt.

When Cora returned she was dressed in a long, denim skirt and a matching denim blouse, enough buttons left undone to reveal the upper swells of her breasts. This time I was absolutely certain that she was braless — her nipples were clearly visible through the material. She grinned at us and said, “C’mon you two — things to do. John, I need some wood chopped for the fireplace and Diana, get yourself dressed… I’ll need your help in the kitchen.”

John headed outside to the woodpile while I hurried up the stairs. I quickly showered and dressed myself in jeans and a flannel shirt, with no underwear at all. Like Cora, I left my shirt partially unbuttoned to show off my cleavage.

Over the next few hours, Cora and I stayed busy preparing one of her classic Christmas dinners, complete with a Christmas goose, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, dressing and other foods — enough to feed a small army. The entire time, I think both my mother-in-law and myself were keenly aware of the sexual tension that had arisen from our kissing, but neither of us made mention of it — it simply hung in the air between us, a living, powerful, but silent thing.

Interestingly, despite Cora having a kitchen large enough to be the envy of women everywhere, we always seemed to be crowded. Cora was constantly brushing by me, her breasts rolling against my back or against my front, thighs pressed together as we would work side by side, peeling potatoes or washing dirty pans. Before long, I was doing the same, going out of my way to rub myself up against Cora’s body.

As the kitchen began to heat up from the baking, I began to regret wearing a flannel shirt… then I got inspired and yanked my shirt out of my jeans, undoing the lower buttons. Then I tied the tails of the shirt up into a knot, exposing my stomach and accentuating my breasts, which were now contained by only two buttons. I was quite aware of the view I was now providing my mother-in-law.

Cora took a long look at me and sighed. “Show-off… If I had your figure, I’d be doing that too, Diana.”

I laughed and replied, “Cora, you’re a beautiful woman and I love your figure. Don’t be afraid to show what you got!”

My mother-in-law rolled her eyes and then said, “I’m already daring enough, walking around without a bra on.” She cupped and hefted one breast. “But I don’t sag much for my age and size and I just refuse to wear one around the house.”

Suddenly, feeling very daring, I walked up to her and said, “You have a great body, Cora — you shouldn’t be shy about it.” My mother-in-law jumped a little as I slipped fingers into the waist of her denim dress and began yanking her shirttails out. I slowly unbuttoned the lower buttons on her blouse, feeling her body heat, then rolled her shirt up and tied the shirttails together like mine, revealing her round stomach and drawing more attention to her magnificent breasts.

I put my hands on Cora’s bare waist and murmured almost shyly, “I think you’re the sexiest mother I know, Cora.”

Cora blushed and I could feel a slight flutter under her skin and then we both laughed at our flirting and went on with the cooking. I meant what I’d said. I thought Cora walking around in the long denim dress and her tied up shirt, revealing her full, round belly and barely constraining her breasts made her look like some sort of motherly goddess.

As we finished cooking, we were both very touchy-feely — reaching out to touch one another as we passed, at least when we weren’t rubbing our bodies together. Once as I was peeling potatoes, Cora came up from behind, her arms wrapping around my bare waist, her chin resting on my shoulders and her huge, soft tits pressing into my back. It was a very erotic moment for me — a lovers’ moment.

Later, as we were finishing up, Cora scooped up a finger of warm gravy and asked for my opinion. I giggled as I approached her and she slipped her finger into my open mouth and I sucked the potatoes off. I looked into her eyes with the same gaze I gave her son whenever I sucked his cock and I could see the arousal on her face as I let her finger slip from between my lips.

After I brought out the sweet potato casserole, I spooned out a little bite and blowing on it to cool it off, transferred it to two fingers and repaid Cora with a request for her opinion. My mother-in-law sauntered across the room and took my hand and slowly slipped my fingers between her ovaled lips and sucked them clean, her cheeks hollowing as she moved up and down on my fingers. Cora looked at me with obvious bedroom eyes. I could feel the juices trickling from my cunt down my inner thighs and I went weak in the knees.

Cora let my fingers slip from her lips and then gently kissed them and turned away with a wink, not saying a word. She busied herself with getting the goose plated while I tried to compose myself, wondering what I was about to unleash.

Christmas dinner was wonderful — way too much good food and probably a little too much wine. The sexual tension between Cora and myself was thick in the air and more than once, I was sure I could detect the scent of my aroused pussy in the air and thought that I could smell Cora’s arousal as well.

We all ate until we were stuffed, looking at each other owlishly, sleep threatening to overtake us. John announced that he needed a nap, and asked me if I wanted to join him. I was about to say no, wanting to stay downstairs with Cora, but then she asked me, “Can you give me a hand pouring the gravy into this Tupperware container?”

I joined her at the table, and she whispered, “Go upstairs with him… then when he falls asleep, meet me down here.”

My heart racing, I helped Cora with the gravy, then John and I climbed the stairs to our bedroom, where we stripped to our underthings and crawled beneath the sheets. Sure enough, John was asleep within minutes… and I knew that he’d be dead to the world for at least an hour.

I put back on the negligee I had worn downstairs this morning, this time wearing absolutely nothing underneath. I didn’t bother with brushing my hair, rather enjoying the bed-tousled sluttish look.

As I stepped out into the living room, I saw my mother-in-law, who now had on her flannel nightgown. She smiled at me with eager eyes and murmured, “This has been wonderful, Diana… I don’t know when I’ve had a lovelier Christmas.”

“I don’t know when I enjoyed dinner so much, Cora — especially making it,” I replied.

As I drew closer, she reached out and took my hand. “Well, normally I hate having anyone else in my kitchen, but I loved making dinner with you.” Then she winked that sexy wink of hers and said, “Of course, if we’d taken any longer, I don’t know if we would have ever gotten finished.” She rose, still holding my hand, and led me toward the kitchen. Just as we reached the door, she paused… and a shiver raced through me as I realized where we were now standing.

I stepped closer to my mother-in-law and slipped my arm around her waist. The lust and need in Cora’s eyes reflected my own desires, and we wrapped our arms around each other and met in a passionate open-mouthed kiss.

I knew this kiss wouldn’t be counted in seconds, maybe not in minutes — it was a sweet, lusty kiss that could go on forever as far as I was concerned. Cora’s tongue danced and darted in my mouth, teasing my tongue one second, then rolling deliciously against it the next. Little sighing sounds came from both us as we kissed and kissed and kissed.

I felt Cora’s hand move to my shoulder and tug one shoulder strap down until my right breast sprung free and then Cora was cupping my heavy tit, her palm lightly teasing my hard, thick nipple. I whimpered as our kiss ended, already aching for more of her mouth.

My mother-in-law ducked her head, gently nuzzling and kissing my neck… and then as I felt her hot breath on my throbbing nipple, she looked up and whispered, “Can I kiss you here? Please?”

I ran a hand through her hair and guided her to my nipple and in a shaky voice, replied, “I would never tell you no, Cora. I… I love you!”

I moaned as I felt my mother-in-law’s tongue roll over my nipple and her mouth close tightly around it and begin to suck. I felt orgasmic energy begin to swell inside me, rolling out in steadily stronger waves from my cunt until every bit of my body was aflame with pleasure.

As delightful as Cora’s mouth was against my breast, I reached down and cupped her face in my hands and drew her upright, again pressing close to kiss her passionately. My hands dropped and began gathering up the material of Cora’s nightgown until I found the hem and slowly I began working the tight fitting material upwards, revealing bit by bit, my mother-in-law’s voluptuous body, feeling the softness and the heat of her on my fingers.

Our bodies pressed together as we kissed, my thigh pressing between hers and I felt her wetness amidst a jungle of pubic hair, confirming my suspicion that she wore no panties. Our lips parted as Cora raised her arms and I pulled her nightgown over her head, flinging it to one side.

I forcefully resumed my deep kissing of Cora, pushing her against the doorway arch as my hands began to roam over her now completely naked body. I squeezed and fondled her generous breasts, so much bigger than my own, then ran one hand down, splicing fingers through her curly mat of hair and then finding the hot, wet flesh blossoming like a spreading wildfire.

Cora moaned happily into my mouth, her tongue becoming a mad thing as I slipped a finger between her labia, finding her wet and slick and incredibly hot. My mother-in-law’s hands fluttered helplessly on my shoulders as I began to roll my finger around inside her burning cunt. I slipped another finger into her, and my thumb began brushing overhead, searching out and finding her swelling clitoris.

I wrapped an arm around Cora as her knees began to buckle. Using pressure with my fingers, we slowly stepped out from under the mistletoe and edged our way towards the couch, each step drawing groans from Cora as my fingers played inside her and our tongues danced like lovers.

When I felt the back of her legs bump up against the couch, I ended our kiss, smiling at my mother-in-law as I slowly squatted down, my tongue rolling over her breasts, pausing to lick each nipple roughly and drawing an excited squeal as I playfully bit her left nipple. I kissed my way down her belly, my fingers never leaving her hot pussy and as I began to nuzzle into her thick forest of dark blonde pubes, I used my free hand to urge her to sit.

Cora eased down onto the couch and I went onto my knees, spreading her legs, nudging them wider with my shoulders and free hand. “Ohhhh my God!” Cora sobbed as I added a third finger to her pussy and began to roughly fuck her back and forth. Her labia were spread wide, a wet, gleaming carnal flower in a wilderness of dark hair. I leaned in until she could feel my breath on her glistening flesh. I inhaled her scent — savoring its aroma, her arousal strong and thick in the air.

“I love you, Cora,” I said, looking up at her from between her thighs. “Let me show you how much.”

I leaned further in and pressed my lips into her quivering flesh, rolling my tongue around her clitoris again and again and then running down one lip and crossing to the other while I finger fucked her. As my hand pushed into her, I lapped her erect clit, swollen up with passion and need and gently locked my lips around it and began to suck at the inflamed tip.

My mother-in-law started like she had been shocked, her body convulsing as my loving attention triggered a massive orgasm. Her hands dropped onto my head, fingers gripping thick strands of my bright red hair and pulled me more firmly against her. I felt her legs lift and come to rest on my shoulders.

I added another finger and began to spin and twist my hand as it fucked Cora’s cunt. When I looked down, I could see her thick juices flowing forth to coat my hand. I licked and sucked and explored with my fingers, finding the places that practically levitated my mother-in-law right off the seat cushion. My chin began to drip with her juices as I ate her out. She was so wet I could feel it squirting from her with each outward movement of my hand, feeling Cora’s hot essence trickling down to my elbow.

Cora moaned hysterically above me as her pelvis bucked and twisted against my mouth. On the periphery of my vision, I could see her heavy breasts rolling and bouncing as she writhed from the sweet torture of my mouth and fingers, coming again and again.

As her orgasm crested and eased off, I slipped my fingers from her pulsing cunt and showed her the glistening wetness that covered them. “You’re delicious, Cora — I’m glad I saved room for dessert!” I cooed before sucking my fingers clean.

Then I buried my face in her spread pussy, showing her the true reason God gave women tongues. Her cunt felt like a furnace — it was so hot and she was so tasty — her sweet aroma filling my nostrils. I practically tried to face fuck her in an effort to bury my tongue as deep in her body as possible.

I feasted on Cora’s sweet cunt, dividing my attention between tonguing her delicious wet flesh and teasing her throbbing clit with occasional stops to nibble and suck on her labia. Cora’s body began to tense up again as another orgasm claimed her.

I climbed up to straddle Cora’s lap, feeling the intense heat of her pussy beneath my own dripping cunt. I looked into my mother-in-law’s eyes as I moved to kiss her. Our tongues rolled together, mingling and darting back and forth. We both kept our eyes open, staring at each other.

I saw love and lust and more in Cora’s big brown eyes, and knew right then that this couldn’t be a one-time thing between us. She and I had discovered something new and beautiful to share. From this day forth, my mother-in-law and I would be passionate lovers.

When our kiss ended, I rose, shedding my negligee as I did so, standing completely naked before my husband’s mother.

Cora looked at me almost shyly. “Diana, I’ve never… tasted a woman before, but I’ve been dreaming of licking you… will you let me?”

Tendrils of desire raced through my veins, culminating in a furnace of lust between my thighs. “Mmmm — being the first pussy you taste would be my pleasure, Cora,” I exclaimed as I got to my knees, swinging one over her face and straddling her. I slowly lowered my pussy towards Cora’s waiting mouth, gasping as I felt her eager tongue move against my dripping wet flesh. Just the knowledge that I was letting my husband’s mother go down on me was enough to send shattering waves of pleasure through my frame.

Cora reached up, her hands getting a firm grip on my thighs, pulling me down so that I was literally sitting on her mouth. I cried out in delight as my mother-in-law began to feast on my cunt. Clearly, Cora was an amateur, but what she lacked in know-how, she more than made up with enthusiasm.

Her tongue, just as devilish inside my pussy as it had been in my mouth, feverishly whirled and danced and licked my wet, quivering flesh. Cora’s nose probed into my asshole, adding an extra something to the experience.

I struggled to keep myself coherent, but the pleasure my mother-in-law was bestowing upon me with her tongue and lips was too intense… especially after she discovered my clitoris and began teasing it. The first time she ran her tongue roughly over the exposed pink tip, I thought I would pass out from a convulsion of pleasure that crossed into that grey area where ecstasy and pain are close… but then Cora modified her touch and now gently licked and sucked me till I was a gooey ball of lust, orgasm after orgasm shaking my body like a rag doll.

I knew that Cora’s face was being bathed in a flood of my juices as my pussy quivered and spasmed in ecstasy. And just when I thought I couldn’t possibly come again, I felt Cora’s mouth retreat towards the top of my cunt, focusing on my clit and the folds of flesh around it and then something pressed into me. My eyes popped wide open and I gasped with pleasure as my mother-in-law slid a finger deep into my asshole.

I seemed to spend an eternity wallowing in sweet, incestuous delight, aware of nothing but Cora’s soft, sweet body and the tongue that never seemed to tire of licking me.

Then suddenly I was coming again, a firestorm of lusty pleasure igniting inside my pussy to sweep me away, sending burning rivers of pure heat surging through me until I thought my heart would explode. I could hear myself panting hoarsely, gritting my teeth, and then I was sucked out of existence and everything went away…

When I came to, I was locked in a glorious soul kiss with Cora, the taste of both our cunts evident with every swirl of our tongues. Cora cuddled me, her generous breasts nestled against mine as she kissed me lovingly, then bent to nuzzle my neck. “Are you okay, Diana?” she lifted her head to whisper.

I nodded, fighting tears and replied, “Oh God, yes!” I kissed her deeply, then gazed into her shining eyes. “It’s like — like nothing I’ve ever known from making love before. It was like a…a….” I was at a loss for words.

“Like a religious experience?” suggested Cora. “I understand that. From the time you kissed me last night, I’ve felt like I’ve been filled with some holy spirit, its power growing inside me and steering me to this moment. Lying here naked and fucked by my daughter-in-law, I feel like I’ve been to a church revival and saved of all my sins!”

And our mouths met again.

There under that Christmas tree Cora and I took a vow for this to never end — it was a new beginning for us both. Lying in my mother-in-law’s arms, feeling the wetness of her pussy against my thigh and the warmth and softness of her breasts, I felt as I had on my wedding day — that I was part of a greater whole than I had ever imagined!

Five years later, Cora and I are still lovers. I’m still married to John, and do love him lots, but the secret relationship I share with his mother is the true passion of my life. We fuck every chance we get… and John is delighted at how well the two ladies in his life get along. He knows nothing of our love affair, and that’s how Cora and I want it. She is the light of my life, and I would be lost without her.

The End

Afterword from JetBoy: In the original version of this story (see below for the link), the son joins in the fun and games as well for an incestuous threesome. As you might guess, this aspect of the story held no appeal to yours truly, so I simply trimmed him out of the narrative as a sexual partner. If I did the job correctly, you won’t have noticed his absence.

 

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The Girls on the Train

  • Posted on September 4, 2018 at 10:03 am

 

Author Unknown

I’d had a long shift at the hairdressing salon, and when the tube train arrived, I sank gratefully into my seat. It had been a scorching hot day, but I thankfully there were only a couple of girls in the compartment and the air-conditioning was working, so it wasn’t too stuffy in there.
 
I stole a look at the girls; one was about fifteen, the other ten, maybe eleven years old. They were clearly sisters. The younger girl saw me looking and gave me the sweetest smile, enough to make me shiver.
 
I’d better explain. I’m a lesbian and always have been, but I’m also a woman with a deep, dark secret: my passion for young, even underage girls. No one knew of my hidden desires, and I’d never had a chance to make them happen. Strong as my passion was, I was far too timid to make a move on a little girl. Still, at least I could watch them and fantasize.
 
I relaxed into my seat, rummaged in my bag and got out a book out to read for the journey, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. I kept on stealing glances at the two girls. I noticed the elder one occasionally glancing in my direction, so I smiled at her and she smiled back at me, then they went on talking in whispers to each other.
 
After about ten minutes the tube train pulled into another station and a guy got on. He was wearing a long raincoat buttoned right up to his neck. What a weirdo, I thought, dressed like that in this heat. He must be melting in that coat.
 
The train pulled away from the station and he remained standing by the door. There was something vaguely unsettling about him. I glanced at the two girls and, judging by the looks on their faces, they felt the same way.
 
As soon as the train entered the tunnel the guy started to rummage around in the pockets of his raincoat, I was actually starting to get nervous because we were the only passengers in the compartment.
 
He moved to stand in front of the two girls, studying the map of the underground system on the wall. Then suddenly the younger girl’s eyes went as big as saucers, and the older girl tried to shuffle along in her seat as if she was trying to get away from something.
 
“Is everything okay?” I asked them.
 
They guy suddenly spun round… the front of his raincoat was open and his cock was out, and he was rapidly stroking it.
 
I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I grabbed my bag, stood up and drove it hard between that creep’s legs. I had a couple of heavy books in there, so it knocked the wind right out of him.
 
He doubled over, then turned round and stumbled away, his face ashen. He fumbled the door open and fell into the corridor, landing flat on his face. He picked himself up and shambled away, fast as he was able, which wasn’t very. .
 
I went over to the girls. They were both shaking and the older one had both arms round her sister, hugging her. Moving over onto the seat opposite them, I asked, “Are you okay? There’s nothing to be frightened of any more, he’s gone.”
 
The older girl looked at me, and I was startled to see that she wasn’t shaking with fright, but laughter. “Oh, I’ve seen him before,” she said in a lovely French accent. “He’s always doing that.” Her expression changed to one of concern as she turned to her little sister. “Poor Angelique… this is the first time that she has seen him.” She gave a little giggle and went on, “That was so funny, the way you got rid of him, I think he was even more scared than Angelique.”
 
“Is she your sister?” I asked.
 
“Yes. We are on our way home from visiting a friend.”
 
“I’m happy to have been of some help. Um… my name is Jackie.” I awkwardly held out my hand.
 
She took my hand in hers, giving me a dazzling smile, “I am Sophia. It is good that you were here, Jackie.” Her hand felt cool in mine and her grip was firm, I had to force myself to let go.
 
I patted little Angelique, who was still trembling, on her knee. “It’s fine now, sweetheart. He’s gone, and I don’t think he’ll be bothering you again.”
 
Angelique turned towards me and there were tears in her eyes; the poor child had gotten quite a scare. I scooted over, sat next to the girl and put my arm around her shoulder, hugging her to me, trying to reassure her as best I could. She snuggled up to me and laid her head on my shoulder, while Sophia smiled at me as if to say, Everything’s going to be all right now. Her arm was twined around her baby sister’s shoulder from the opposite side and I could feel the back of her hand touching the side of my breast. I wasn’t certain, but I thought I could feel that hand move, pressing against me.
 
I glanced at her. Sophia’s eyes were half-closed and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Looking down, I realised I could see down the front of her t-shirt. God, she was showing off a nice bit of cleavage, her breasts rising and falling — and since she wasn’t wearing a bra, the shape of her nipples could be easily seen through the her top.
 
I couldn’t believe it; she seemed to be getting turned on, which had a very similar effect on me. My heart skipped a beat when Angelique snuggled closer to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
 
My hormones started to get the better of me, so I shifted position slightly, causing my breast to rub lightly upon Sophia’s hand. This time I was certain — she pressed back against my breast. I stole a glance at her, my pulse racing crazily at what I saw in this young teenager’s eyes.
 
Without breaking my gaze from Sophia’s I planted a light kiss on the top of Angelique’s head. She surprised me by turning her face to mine, kissing me softly on the cheek. She whispered, “Thank you for making that man go away. He was horrible.”
 
“That’s perfectly fine, darling,” I smiled and kissed her on the top of her head again. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
 
I extended my arm over Sophia’s shoulder to hug both girls to me. This time there was a definite move by Sophia’s hand — I could feel her fingers brushing against my nipple. I looked at her again; she was staring at her own hand as it pressed against my breast. She teased my nipple again, and a whimper escaped my lips. My panties were starting to get very damp, and I was praying that no one else entered the carriage for the rest of the journey.
 
Then Sophia kissed her sister on the cheek, then Angelique turned her head and their lips met and they began to kiss with a quickly growing passion. I stared at them open-mouthed. This wasn’t a sisterly kiss; it was full mouth-to-mouth contact, their tongues flickering back and forth.
 
When I felt Angelique’s hand start to stroke my side through my dress, my mouth went dry and my insides turned to liquid.
 
Sophia whispered something to her sister in French and I heard my name mentioned, making me wish that I’d taken more notice of my language lessons at school. Angelique nodded, and they both turned to look at me, strange smiles on their faces.
 
Then Angelique stood up and sat down on the seat opposite while her sister edged along the seat so she was sitting right next to me. Sophia brought her mouth close to my ear, her warm breath caressing my face, and whispered in her delightful French accent, “We wish to thank you properly for what you did. You are a very beautiful woman, and you make I and my sister, how do you say it… hot.”
 
She then kissed me lightly on the corner of my mouth and I felt a tingle, almost like an electric shock, go right through my body. I glanced at her little sister out of the corner of my eye; Angelique was watching us intently. God! This was getting out of control; my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst.
 
I knew that the right thing to do at that moment was to grab my bag and flee; take myself out of this crazy, very dangerous situation. It was too much for me to resist, though. I hungered for this lovely young girls, ached to lose myself in their sweet embrace.
 
I wrapped both arms around Sophia and leaned back against the window, pulling her along with me, I had no control over my body anymore. I was going to have this sweet young teen — and her little sister, if the child was willing.
 
We kissed full on the mouth and I felt her tongue slip between my lips, searching out my own tongue. Still kissing me passionately, her hand started to undo the buttons of my dress, then it slipped inside, cupping the curve of my breast, then fondling it. My nipples were so hard they were almost sore.
 
Slowly I began to caress her back and sides, and she moaned into my mouth as her hand found its way beneath the cup of my bra. I felt her fingers rolling my nipple between them, then cried out loud as she gave it a playful pinch.
 
Almost involuntarily, I moved my hand around to her chest, cupping her breast in my palm. She moaned again, pushing herself against me, squirming her way between my thighs.
 
I’d almost forgotten about Sophia’s little sister; all I could think of was what she this luscious French teen doing to me, her tongue in my mouth and the feel of her hot young flesh beneath my exploring fingers.
 
By now, my dress was undone right down to my waist, although I couldn’t remember her unfastening any more buttons, and she pushed it aside to expose my bra. I felt a sense of loss when Sophia removed her mouth from mine, but when she started to kiss my neck, then the upper curve of my breast, I stopped her just long enough to struggle out that silly bra and drop it to the compartment floor.
 
Dipping her head, Sophia took my nipple into her sweet mouth, I cradled her head and held her to my chest, urging her onwards, My mind was in a whirl — I was being seduced by a fifteen-year-old girl and her even younger sister. My breathing became ragged as she took my nipple in her mouth and began to suckle me, her other hand moving to my other breast and gently rolling the stiffened bud between her fingers. This girl was experienced far beyond her years.
 
I relaxed further and looked across at Angelique, she was almost reclined on the seat watching us, and her hand was beneath the hem of her skirt. My God, this child was masturbating, rubbing her slit through her yellow underpants. She moistened her lips with her tongue and smiled, then slid off her seat and knelt on the floor beside me.
 
While Sophia lightly nibbled the tip of my breast, Angelique fastened her mouth over the other nipple and began to suck it. I placed my hands on the backs of the two girls’ heads, stroking their hair as they made love to me.
 
In a mood to explore, I ran one hand down little Angelique’s back and fondled her taut bottom, caressing it. She allowed her legs to part slightly, so I trailed a finger down the crack of her ass until it touched her anus.  She squealed into my breast as I toyed with the tight pucker, then slid down to her baby-smooth sex.
 
When I teased the opening of Angelique’s vagina, she opened her legs even further to grant me access. She was almost as wet down there as I was. The little girl gasped again when my finger slipped smoothly into her tight little cunt.
 
Then I felt two hands slowly start to run up both my inner legs as lightly as butterflies, making the muscles in my thighs quiver. My body throbbed with helpless lust as those hands made their way higher. I closed my eyes, letting Sophia take me.
 
I felt a hand lightly touch the front of my panties, it begin to rub me there and my legs opened without a thought. Then that hand was joined by another slightly larger hand and a finger worked its way inside the leg of my panties, seeking and finding my cunt.
 
Angelique lifted her face from my nipple to my lips and kissed me, her tongue insinuating itself into my mouth and searching out my own tongue. My head spun as I kissed this little girl like a lover.
 
I felt my panties being pulled to one side, and spread my legs wider. One hand begin to rub my clitoris, while the other ran a finger up and down my pussy lips before slowly easing its way inside. I was kissing Angelique and moaning into her mouth, so close to coming.
 
I lay back fully on the seat with one hand between Angelique’s legs, my finger slowly working its way in and out of her cunt, surrendering completely to these two girls — who, I realized, were both masturbating me at the same time. Sophia began to finger-fuck me in earnest, while her sister was rubbing my clit.
 
My breathing became ragged as an orgasm welled up inside me, soon spilling over. Tearing my mouth from Angelique’s, I shuddered and cried out loud as it hit me. It was as if my whole body had been transformed into pure white light.
 
Then I felt Sophia’s warm mouth cover my pussy, her tongue replacing her finger inside me, licking me and sucking, tasting and drinking down my womanly essence.
 
We lay in a tangle of flesh until my orgasm began to subside. My breathing slowly began to return to normal and I said to Angelique, “Wow darling, that was just incredible… where did you learn to do that?”
 
She giggled and replied, “My sister and I, this is how we are… ever since I can remember. Sophia and I, we are in love, and we like to play with pretty ladies like you.”
Just then the tube train slowed down and started to pull into a station, Sophia quickly stood and said, “Oh no, this is where we get off!”
 
I just lay on the seat, not caring if anyone got on the train or not, as the two young girls gave me one last quick kiss and disappeared through the doors. I’ve traveled that route dozens of times since then, but I haven’t seen the two girls again, much to my regret.
 
Still, I haven’t given up hope of running into Sophia and Angelique someday. I want to make love to them next time, to taste their juicy cunts and give them the same pleasure they gave me.
The End
 

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Getting to Know the Girl Next Door

  • Posted on August 29, 2018 at 9:43 am

 

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.

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Little Girl Lost

  • Posted on August 25, 2018 at 9:36 am

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: No idea where this one came from. I didn’t make as many changes to this one as usual — it was already pretty damn great.

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My name is Andrea and I live with my family in a small apartment in a neighborhood called Morningside Heights.

It was the summer of my eighteenth year. As everybody knows, summer in New York City is hot and sticky and miserable, and this summer was especially bad.

On this Saturday afternoon in July it was hotter than ever. We have a couple of window air conditioners in our apartment, but it’s not enough. Still hot. That day, my cousin Melanie and her mom came over. Mel’s 23 now and works as a waitress. Over a year ago, when I was 16, Melanie showed me a lot of stuff that two girls can do to give each other pleasure. I guess you could say she corrupted me, but I’m not complaining. She opened up a whole new world to me and I love playing with girls now, but I’ve only been with one girl besides her. It’s not easy to find girls who want to try lesbian sex. And I need to be careful because I don’t want my parents to find out.

Melanie is a very sexy girl. She has dark hair like me, but her eyes are dark brown and mine are light green. She’s also a lot more filled out than I am. Where I’m pretty thin and have smallish breasts, she’s a lot more rounded, womanly, and has big 36D boobs. Part of me still thinks that the things we’ve done together are wrong—she is my cousin, after all! It’s supposed to be wrong because we’re family, but it feels sooooo good I can never say no to her.

It was too hot in the apartment to cook dinner, so we decided to have a picnic in Central Park. The park is only six blocks away and everybody heads there in the summer to get away from the hot streets. We were done eating and Mel and I were sitting on a blanket a little ways from where our parents sat. They were drinking beer while we girls had ice cream we bought from a vendor in the park.

As usual, Melanie was wanting to get in my pants. I was wearing loose gym shorts and she kept sliding her foot up my leg and trying to get it all the way up inside my shorts. “Andy baby,” she said, “you know they’ll be going out later, and then we can fuck.” Part of me wanted to tell her no, but another part knew that I wouldn’t. I could feel my panties getting wet just thinking about making love to my sexy cousin.

About that time I noticed a girl walk by on the path. She was about thirteen or so, blonde and very pretty and looked lost. I was wondering about her when she came over to where Mel and I were sitting. She explained that she had just got to the city that day. She was on vacation with her family but they had got separated during a street festival. The battery in her cell phone was dead and she didn’t know which hotel they were staying in. The sun was going down and she was starting to get scared. Could we help her?

I was thinking, Wow, she’s got beautiful blue eyes and such a kissable mouth, then my mom came over and asked what was up. We found out her name was Elizabeth, Elli for short, and she was twelve. Her family was visiting New York from their home in Ontario. We gave her some food and a cold drink.

Elli was wearing shorts and a halter top and her body was really cute. I caught myself looking at her legs and I thought, You perv! This poor girl needs our help and all you can think about is sex! I couldn’t help myself, though… something about this cute young teen had me tingling all over.

It was all arranged in a few minutes. Elli would come back and stay with us until we could find her family. I told her to help herself to the shower and gave her one of my t-shirts to put on, and threw her clothes in the washer. Melanie was right—our parents said they were going out for a while and we should make Elli feel at home. I showered too and put on a white tank and a pair of pink string bikini panties.

We watched TV until Elli said she was really tired. All that time I must have been staring at her face, thinking how beautiful she was. Her lips were very full and reminded me of a much younger Scarlett Johansson. Melanie was winking at me and making suggestive gestures when Elli wasn’t looking, but I tried to ignore her. I was feeling protective towards this girl, maybe because she was younger than me, and all Mel wanted was to fuck.

I decided that Elli would sleep with me in my bed and Melanie would take the couch. Mel definitely wasn’t happy about that, but that was just tough.

When we got in bed Elli and I talked. I asked about her life and before long the whole story poured out of her. She’d just gotten a boyfriend for the first time, and just recently she let him make out with her. But the very next day the bastard had ditched her and told his friends she was a slut. Elli started to cry, and I automatically put my arms around her, letting her cry on my shoulder. I kissed her damp blonde hair and then kissed the tears from her cheeks.

I swear I didn’t mean for it to happen, but after many kisses my mouth found her lips. They were salty with tears but sweet at the same time. I felt her body stiffen. “Relax,” I said. “I’m going to make you forget all about that creep.”

She said, “I don’t know…I’ve never…”

“Shhhh,” I said, putting my finger to her lips. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. If something doesn’t feel right just tell me to stop.” I kissed the top of her head again. Her hair smelled wonderful and I pressed my nose against it. Then I kissed her ear and nibbled on it gently and licked all the way around it. When my tongue went in her ear I heard her gasp and felt her shiver. I figured I was doing something right.

I kissed her lips again and this time she responded. The tip of her tongue came out and I licked it. In seconds we were locked in a deep passionate kiss, our tongues swirling around together and probing each other’s mouths. “Oh god, Andrea,” she said. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”

“Don’t fight it,” I said, and kissed her some more. We kissed like that for a while: it might have been an hour or it might have been five minutes. She kissed better than anyone has ever kissed me. I was on top of her, her leg between mine. My pussy was craving attention, and I very slowly started to rub it against her leg. She didn’t tell me to stop.

I was afraid to take it any further and drive her from my bed, but I wanted her so bad. Very cautiously I moved my hand up until I could feel her budding breast through the t-shirt. I thought, Please let her be okay with this.

I felt her nipple stiffen under my fingers. She kissed me even harder and the urgency of her kiss told me that she was mine.

I lifted the hem of her shirt and she helped me take it off. I realized then that I hadn’t given her any clean panties to wear, and she was naked under that shirt. The only light in the room came from the neon signs and streetlights outside the window, and in that shifting light I gazed in wonder at her body. It was so beautiful I just had to touch her all over. My hands wandered across her stomach, her arms, shoulders, memorizing every curve. Finally I reached her cute little tits.

Elli sighed with pleasure as I sucked on one, then the other pink nipple. I was in heaven. This lovely girl was naked in my bed and she wasn’t pushing me away. After a while I kissed my way down her tummy, and I felt her tighten up. I went on past the place I wanted most and kissed her thighs. When I reached the moist cleft at the top of her thighs, I stopped and pushed her legs apart. Her mound had a small patch of sparse blonde down and looked scrumptious. I could see her moisture seeping out, and I could just make out her delicate scent. My little lover’s pussy was like a ripe juicy peach just waiting to be eaten.

I looked up into her face and she was looking down at me. I could see the mixed emotions in her eyes. She looked a little apprehensive and a lot excited. Mostly she just looked good. “God, you’re beautiful,” I said as I lowered my face to her cunt. I kissed her puffy outer lips then ran my tongue all the way up her wet slit from bottom to top, circling her clit. She moaned her encouragement. I plunged my tongue into her fuckhole as deep as it would go, tasting the nectar that flowed from her. She was delicious.

I licked a finger and slid it inside her, feeling around for that special spot. When I found it she whimpered. I worked a second finger inside her and began to lick all around her clit without quite touching it. “Oh god Andrea, please….” she said.

I pulled out my fingers and held them to her lips. “Taste yourself,” I said. “It’s so good.”

Elli only hesitated for a second, then took my slippery fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. “Please… don’t stop licking me,” she said hesitantly.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, licking her clit with the flat of my tongue as I finger fucked her.

“Oh yes,” she cried. “Yes…yes…oh god yes…YES! YES! YES!”

I had my hands under her ass, holding her pussy to my face as she came, hips bouncing, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. It was a beautiful sight, and made my cunt throb with need. Her orgasm went on for a good long time and I knew nobody had ever made her come like that before. Her cream was flowing and I drank it up. As her tremors died down I continued to lap at her slit. My cheeks and chin were wet with Elli’s sweet juice and I liked it.

Just then there was the sound of someone clearing her throat. I looked towards the door and there stood Melanie. “Well, well,” she said. “Is this the kind of help our little waif needed, then?”

I just lay there looking up at my older cousin with a young girl’s sweet juice dripping from my chin. Elli reacted by trying to cover herself with her hands. She blushed bright pink. Of course she didn’t know that Melanie was also into girls. Big time.

Mel just laughed. “Don’t bother trying to hide now,” she said. “I’ve already seen everything. Besides, you have a great body. You should be proud of it.” She closed the door and walked over to the bed. I didn’t move and Elli looked like she would die of embarrassment. Melanie stroked Elli’s smooth blonde hair then ran the tip of her finger down one arm until she reached my new lover’s hand—the hand that was covering her pussy. Gently she lifted the hand to her mouth and sucked on the terrified girl’s finger.

“Mmmm,” she said. “Tastes good. Andy, you are a naughty girl for keeping her to yourself. I guess you haven’t learned how to share.”

“I… I didn’t plan this…”

“Yeah, right,” my cousin said. “I could see you wanted her from the second you two met. Now it’s my turn.” Melanie crossed her hands in front of her and lifted her t-shirt over her head and off. I think I actually heard Elli gasp a little. Melanie does have the most amazing titties. They’re big and round yet they hardly sag at all. The nipples are bigger than mine but about the same color —- not brown and not pink but somewhere in between. The rest of her body is really nice too, a narrow waist with a slightly rounded belly and a great ass. And smooth skin without a blemish anywhere.

I could see Elli checking her out and it made me a little jealous. Mel knelt on the bed next to me between Elli’s wide open legs. She said, “You know your face is all wet.” I must have turned three shades of red but Mel just looked at me hungrily. She turned me over on my back and kissed me, and I know that she could taste Elli’s cunt on my mouth. Our tongues danced together for a minute and then she licked up the sauce on my chin and around my mouth. “Mmmmm,” she said. “Yummy.”

Then she swung one leg over my head so her knees were straddling my face. She said to Elli, “You know what I call your friend Andrea?” Elli didn’t know what to say. She just stared as Melanie lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth. “I call her my little fuck doll.” Looking down at me she spread herself open with her fingers. “Yeah, lick me, little fuck doll,” she said. I was so hot, and the smell of Mel’s pussy seemed to make me drunk. I would have done anything she wanted right then.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her cunt. She lowered herself some more until she was pressed against my mouth. “That’s right, little fuck doll. Lick it.” And I did. I licked her juicy cunt and Melanie started to move her hips, riding my face. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could, making her squeal. Then Melanie started to talk really dirty to Elli.

“Oh god, Blondie,” she said, “do you like watching your little friend eat my cunt? Did my cousin do a good job on your sweet pink pussy? It sure looked like she did. I was watching and you two were so hot together. She made you come real good, didn’t she? Yeah, she’s a good little cunt licker. That’s right. My little fuck doll.” Her dirty talk made me so hot that I had to reach down and rub my pussy while she humped against my mouth.

She moved her hips faster and I just held my tongue flat against her clit. “Are you getting hot for it again, Blondie?” my cousin asked. “Is Andy your little fuck doll now too?” Then I heard her softly say, “Come here Blondie. Come here and squeeze my titties.” I could feel the bed move as Elli changed position, then I could see her above me, her hands on Mel’s big boobs. “Mmmm, that’s right,” Mel said. “Now kiss them. Kiss and suck on my nipples.” I could only watch as Elli’s sweet face moved closer and she took one of Mel’s nipples in her mouth.

Melanie’s hips moved faster and faster as I closed my eyes and tried to keep my tongue on her clit. Her girl juice poured into my open mouth. She was moaning now and I could tell she wasn’t far from coming. When I heard Mel say, “Yeah, pinch my nipples,” I looked up again. My cousin and my new friend Elli were kissing like lovers and their hands were all over each other. “Oh God yes, eat my pussy, little fuck doll,” Melanie pleaded. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my face even tighter against Mel’s cunt.

I wanted Melanie to come, and I knew just how to make it happen. I plunged one finger way up inside my sopping pussy and got it good and wet. Reaching between Mel’s round butt cheeks, I found her little puckered asshole and worked my finger in circles until the tip popped through her tight ring and into her anus.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, flooding my mouth. She fell forward against Elli as her legs trembled around my head. Her honey was still flowing and I licked it up.

After a minute or two Melanie rolled off me and snuggled up against Elli. I was jealous, but what could I say? Hey Mel, I seduced this girl first, so she’s mine! Instead, I just lay there watching them fondle each other, and stroking my pussy slowly with my fingers.

Then Melanie did something that made me instantly forgive her and love her all over again. She said to Elli, “Have you ever tasted another girl’s pussy?” Elli shyly shook her head no. “Then kiss Andrea. Kiss my little fuck doll,” Mel said. “I bet her mouth is full of my pussy cream.”

Not only was the taste of Mel’s pussy in my mouth, half my face was still coated with her slippery girl juice. Elli came to me on her hands and knees. She smiled sweetly and my heart melted. “Thank you,” she said, and kissed me. It was a delicate sort of kiss at first, but soon grew heated when her tongue dipped into my mouth. I heard her say, “Mmmm,” and I got the feeling she liked the taste of Melanie’s pussy. When she licked my cheeks I was sure of it.

“It’s good, eh Blondie?” Melanie asked. “Now suck on her tits,” said my favorite cousin, directing Elli’s lovely head toward my breasts. The sweet lost girl looked into my eyes as she licked one of my aching nips and then sucked it into her mouth. I groaned with pleasure. She moved to the other breast as I ran my fingers through her hair and told her she was gorgeous. Elli went back and forth between my tender buds, all the while looking up at me with her wide blue eyes.

“Okay, enough of the lovey-dovey,” said Melanie. “Taste my little fuck doll now, Blondie. I want to see you eat your first pussy.” Elli took a last loving lick on each nipple before turning south. I grabbed her wrist.

“You don’t need to do this,” I said.

Elli raised her head and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. “But I want to,” she said, then moved down my body planting sweet kisses along the way. At last she was between my legs. Melanie was right, of course. I’d craved this ever since we met Elli in the park.

“Oh sweetie, oh baby,” I murmured as she kissed the tops of my thighs. She explored my sensitive labia with a fingertip, making me shiver.

“Your pussy is beautiful,” she said, before raising her eyes to mine once more. Then, as Melanie and I both watched as if in a trance, she slowly brought her mouth down on my seething cunt. She first covered it with kisses before the tip of her tongue appeared, snaking into my folds of quivering pink flesh.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered.

“Oh, yeah!” Melanie said triumphantly. “Little girl eats her first pussy!”

We watched my new lover’s expression change from trepidation to joy, as Elli moved from tentative exploration to full-on cunt sucking. She was good. I could have guessed from the way she kissed that she would be good, but not this good. It was like she’d been born to it. The sexy blonde waif ate me just the way I like it, licking slowly from the bottom of my pussy to the tip of my clit and circling my little pink love button. When my hips began to move she fell in with my rhythm as if we’d been lovers for years. It was wonderful.

It felt soooo good that I wanted her to do it for hours…but I also needed to come. “Put a finger inside me,” I said. Elli sucked on a finger to wet it, then slipped it into my molten hot cunt. “Oh yes,” I gasped. “Just like that.” The pressure was building and I moved my hips more urgently but she stayed with me. “Try two fingers,” I said.

“Andy, you are such a horny little slut,” Melanie said. I looked over at her and saw that she was fingering herself as she watched. Then I looked down at Elli’s pretty face as she ate my pussy. Her tongue tickled my clit as her fingers worked deep inside me.

But it was her eyes that pushed me over the edge. So wide and blue and seemingly innocent, and they looked up at me with such longing. I could see that this was something that she really wanted—that she wanted me. I screamed as the first spasms ripped through my body. It was so intense that I actually started to cry.

“Oh god, oh Elli, oh fuck, oh baby, oh Elli…” I blubbered. It was the best orgasm of my life and it seemed to go on forever. Like an out-of-body experience, I felt I was floating over the bed somewhere. And that wonderful girl kept her tongue pressed on my clit the whole time. As I finally came down from my sex high, Elli slowly eased her fingers from my dripping quim while lapping up my juice.

When I’d got control of my limbs again I pulled her up so I could kiss her. “Elli, you’re incredible,” I told her. She smiled and her lips were wet with my fluids. We kissed softly. I held her in my arms and squeezed her tightly.

“No, you’re incredible,” she said, and kissed away my tears. We giggled and kissed some more and I could have spent the whole night that way. But Melanie was ready for more, and she didn’t let us rest for long.

“It’s time for Blondie to learn some new games,” Mel said. Then she lay on her back, pulling Elli toward her. “So is this really the first time you’ve been with a girl?” asked Melanie of our new friend. Elli nodded. “Then you’re in for a treat. It’s a two-for-the-price-of-one special.” The blonde hottie was positioned so that she knelt over Mel’s face, exactly the way Melanie had straddled me a little earlier. I could see that Elli was still feeling a bit shy about the situation — she was blushing as she lowered her juicy peach to Mel’s face — but she didn’t refuse, either.

I knelt in front of Elli and hugged her, our boobs squished together. “Are you sure you’re okay with all this?” I asked.

“Yeah… ah… I think so,” she answered as Melanie began to lick her pussy. We laughed and then I kissed her. She sighed into my mouth as Mel’s tongue explored the recesses of her pretty slit. It made me hot to watch her face as my cousin licked her clit. I moved down to her perfect breasts and sucked on them. Her nipples were pink and stiff and I loved them. I could only imagine what she must be feeling with one mouth on her pussy and another on her tits.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes…” she answered hesitantly.

“Just relax,” I said. “You’re going to love this.” And with that I pushed her shoulders down until her breasts were pressed against the mattress and her ass was high in the air. Mel never stopped licking her pussy — she probably knew what I was going to do next. I crawled on top of Melanie, stopping to suck her amazing breasts. They were slightly flattened from lying on her back, but still round and full. Mel paused long enough to kiss me, sharing Elli’s tangy flavor. Then she went back to licking the blonde girl’s clit while I leaned in between her thighs and pushed my tongue as far as I could up her fuckhole.

“Oh god,” Elli moaned as her pussy was double teamed by me and my twenty-three-year-old cousin. I lifted my head after a few moments. It was a beautiful sight. The blonde Canadian’s perfect round bottom thrust high in the air, my cousin’s tongue on her clit, and Elli’s face, turned to one side, contorted with pleasure. My attention was drawn to her ass. Her butt cheeks were so smooth and round, and between them lay the most perfect pink puckered asshole.

Did I dare? The girl was enjoying herself, no doubt. Just how far could I push her boundaries? Did she ever play with her butt? I could only guess. She hadn’t said no to anything yet. It was just too tempting—I had to find out. I spread her cheeks apart with my hands and ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass.

Elli moaned. Encouraged, I licked her rosebud, swirling my tongue in a circle. “Oh, fuck,” she cried. That sealed it. I knew her ass was mine. I stiffened my tongue into a point and tried to squeeze it through the blonde girl’s tight little sphincter.

Elli wailed, “Oh fuck yes! Yes! Oh my god! Oh Andy, do it! Yes!” She screamed even louder as the tip of my tongue slipped into her anus. Melanie paused in her cunt licking to watch.

“Oh Blondie, what’s the little fuck doll doing to you?” she asked.

“She… she’s licking me…”

“Licking you where? Where’s her tongue? Tell me.”

“My butt… her tongue is in my butt.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes… oh God, yes…”

Melanie pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining. I could taste Elli’s pussy in her mouth and she… well, you know. “You’re such a dirty fucking slut,” she said to me.

I took Elli’s hands and pulled them behind her so that they rested on her ass cheeks. “Spread your ass for me,” I said. She did. Then, as Melanie went back to licking her pussy, I began to rhythmically spear her asshole over and over with my tongue.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed. “I’m coming! Oh god, I’m coming!” It gave me great pleasure to make my sweet Elizabeth climax.

Melanie and I kissed as Elli caught her breath. “We’re so bad,” I said.

“Uh huh,” Mel answered. “I think Blondie wants more.” She held two fingers between our mouths and we kissed around them, getting them wet. Then she sank those fingers into Elli’s vagina and went back to licking her clit. Elli sighed. Moving her hands back to her butt cheeks, I ordered her to keep them spread. I licked up and down the crack of her ass, then paused to wet one of my own fingers in my mouth. Then, while continuously adding more spit to keep it lubed, I slowly eased the finger into Elli’s tight anus. I licked around my finger as I began to work it in and out of the blonde girl’s bottom. Meanwhile Mel fucked her pussy with two fingers and licked her clit.

It was too much. Her orgasm was unimaginable. I’m sure our neighbors could hear her screams and her body was wracked with convulsions that went on for more time than seemed possible. I have never seen anyone come so hard in my life.

When we were finally done with her, our little blonde was reduced to a trembling shuddering curled-up ball of delectable flesh. Her face was flushed, and a light sheen of sweat covered her entire body. Melanie and I looked down at her and gave each other high fives.

When at last Elli could relax from the fetal position, she lay on her back looking up at us, still breathing hard.

After a moment, she gave us a shaky smile and said, “Um… do we really need to find my parents right away?”

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