Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2015 }

NOTE: While editing and preparing the chapters of “Amber” for Juicy Secrets, we hit a stumbling block. Around the story’s midway point, without any hint of explanation or introduction, the viewpoint of the narrative shifts from Amber’s mother to Amber herself. Unable to figure out how to continue the original story in a way that made sense, we decided to end it right there. After further discussion, however, we made a second decision — to post Amber’s continuation of her own story as “Amber II,” which you are about to read. Enjoy!

I was off to do a sleepover with my friend Deanna. Her mother, who I’ll call Mrs. C, was doing the driving.

“Hi, Mrs. C,” I said, as I climbed in the back with my book bag.

Deanna twisted around with a grin as Mrs. C said, “Hi, Amber, do you have everything?”

I liked Mrs. C. She wasn’t as upbeat as Mom was, but Deanna got along really well with her. I’d had other friends whose parents were total assholes, sort of like my dad at the end. I shook that thought away too, and chatted with Deanna as we drove to her house.

Having someone as a friend who was interested in getting good grades was really nice. I hadn’t spent time with Deanna until I began really putting effort into getting A grades, and had noticed we were spending the same time studying after class or at lunch. She had actually approached me first, and we had really hit it off.

Spending the night at her place was a first, but we were doing a group report together and wanted it to be perfect. I had every intention of getting all A’s because I wanted every Saturday possible to do things to Mom… better not think about it or my panties would be wet quick.

Mrs. C was a little like Mom – slimmer, I think, because of how she ate rather than exercise. Mom worked out a lot and it really showed. Her ass was so… nope, not thinking that.

Mrs. C had sandy hair and her breasts were bigger than Mom’s, but she smiled the same and seemed to really care for Deanna. I had never paid attention before, but now I noticed how my friends and their parents got along. I could see how much it mattered to Mom that I was happy.

I was a little surprised later when Deanna and I were working at the kitchen table and I had leaned over to grab something, when I realized that Mrs. C was checking out my ass. I was wearing tight shorts, the same as Deanna, so my butt looked really good. Huh, I wondered if Mrs. C liked girls? I had been totally shocked to find out Mom did, then to find out her and Aunt Jess… Well, mindblowing didn’t cover it.

I hadn’t really paid attention before, her being Deanna’s mom and all, but now it kind of gave me a kick to think she was interested in seeing me naked. I was checking her ass out later, and I think Deanna caught me doing it, so I quit.

We had pizza, which was awesome since Mom didn’t order out much. Deanna had me laughing hard enough to snort Coke up my nose, which caused her mom to laugh until she choked on her food. We were all giggling over almost laughing ourselves to death. Later, Deanna gave her mom a kiss on the cheek good night, which made me miss Mom really badly for a moment.

I pulled out a big t-shirt when we went to her room and slipped it on over my panties in the bathroom. Deanna was doing the same when I came back in, and didn’t say anything as she slipped out of her clothes before putting it on. I was a little happy to see her breasts were no bigger than mine, sad to say. It really aggravated me that total skanks at school could have great breasts, and all I had was two little pimples. Mom just smiled whenever I said that, and she really made them… uh, no.

Deanna was my height and just as skinny, making us look a lot alike most times, but her hair was much lighter. She had boy-cut panties like Mom had, something I had really developed a weird fetish for. I had looked that up, fetish, after I heard one of the girls at school saying her boyfriend had a fetish for coming on her tits. Eww.

“What caused that face?” Deanna said, as she hopped on the bed cross-legged.

I did the same. “Remembering when Kim said her boyfriend had a fetish. It was gross.”

Deanna giggled loudly, “The tits thing?” then giggled again.

I curled my nose up. “Yeah, God, that sounded disgusting.”

“Just think,” Deanna said, with another embarrassed giggle, “one day you’ll be giving your husband head every day.”

“The hell!” I said. “He’ll be giving me head every day.”

Then we both started laughing. Deanna’s mom poked her head in, then smiled at the two of us laughing and giggling on the bed before saying “What’s so funny?” that got us both almost hysterical as we stuttered and couldn’t come up with an answer.

Mrs. C got that knowing look that Mom got now when I was too embarrassed to say something, and she said, “Oh, one of those things.” She grinned then and said, “Well, no sneaking boys in the window.”

I laughed again when Deanna said, “Aw, Mom, then what are we going to do for fun?”

Mrs. C laughed as she shut the door, saying, “Sorry, Deanna, just girls tonight.”

We calmed down after a while and laid on the bed talking. Her mom had the same restrictions on her internet that my mom did, so it hardly seemed worth going online. She had a bigger bed than mine, and it was nice not having to feel squished in. I had thought about having Mom do… Uh, no, not thinking about that.

We kind of drifted to sleep with the light on about an hour later. I was lying on my back and having a half dream about spanking Mom when I woke myself up, the excitement pushing me until I came.

I was seriously embarrassed to see Deanna leaning up on her elbow watching me with a raised eyebrow. Hell, I hoped I hadn’t said anything, and I could tell my panties were wet. Mom thought it was awesome how much I came, but it was a real pain right now.

I put my hand over my eyes, “What?”

“What do you mean, ‘What?’” Deanna whispered. “Holy shit. You just had a wet dream, Amber. God, it looked hot.”

I peeked at her from under my fingers. “It’s embarrassing. Quit staring at me.”

She giggled, getting a nervous giggle back from me as she pulled on my arm until I uncovered my eyes. I knew it drove Mom crazy when I did that when I was embarrassed, but it was almost impossible to stand having someone looking at me at those times.

“No way, girl,” she said, “I’ve never had a wet dream before. You have got to tell me about it or I’ll go crazy. Hell, I thought only boys did that.”

Now I really blushed, trying to keep from hiding again as I said, “No way. God, I can’t believe that happened. I’m such a spaz.”

Deanna got a serious look. “No, really, I think it’s awesome. I’d love to be able to do that. I’ve never had an orgasm, and here you are having one in your sleep. It’s not fair.”

I giggled again at the offended tone, but then realized what she had said. “Never?”

Now she looked embarrassed, looking down as she said. “Well… no. I’ve never dated, and I know everyone watches porn on the internet, but I don’t.” Now she kind of looked a little mad as she said, “How the hell are you supposed to find anything out if your mom blocks everything?”

That got a surprised giggle again, causing her to give me an offended look, then she laughed herself at my expression.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I laughed. “It’s just… my mom has the same thing. It really pisses me off sometimes.”

We laughed for a minute at the thought of how mean our moms were because they wouldn’t let their sweet daughters watch porn, when Deanna gave me a questioning look and said, “Can you… like, come when you’re awake?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Oh!” She looked down thoughtfully, before saying, “By… well, by yourself?” She blushed as she said the last part.

I gave her a questioning look. “What, you think I’m bonking some guy? Of course, by myself. Don’t try to tell me you don’t masturbate.”

She giggled, then shrugged and said, “Well, yeah, of course, but… well, I’ve never really had an orgasm. It’ll feel sort of nice, but nothing like what I just saw you do.”

I covered my face again. “God. My friend is a Peeping Tom. I can’t believe you watched that.”

That got a full-on gigglefest going, but she returned to the subject when we stopped.

“Tell me, Amber. Come on, we’re friends, right? How do you do that?”

I was tempted to put a pillow over my face, but I remembered how frustrated I was before.

“Well… well, you just, you know, have sexy thoughts about someone, then sort of, you know…” I whispered the last part, “touch yourself.”

She looked so much like me that I almost laughed, her eyes distant as she pursed her lips in thought.
“Yeah… that doesn’t work,” she said thoughtfully. “I try to think of having guys do stuff, but it doesn’t really work.”

I nodded to myself, kind of picturing what she meant. I was doing the same thing, picturing a boy because it was wrong to do anything else.

“Well…” I said, thoughtfully. “What about when you’re not trying? What gets you hot during the day?”

She blushed, almost making me nod as I realized she did look just like me when Mom asked those kinds of questions. I could see what her problem was.

When she didn’t say anything, I said, “Well, what is it? You want me to tell you, you have to tell me.”
She lay back and put her hand over her face as she mumbled. “Well… it’s the… well, you know…” She trailed off, then whispered, “gym teacher.”

I almost giggled, but held it back. Ms. Teller was the gym teacher and she was hot. I had the hots for my teacher, and Deanna had the hots for the gym teacher. Ms. Teller was really tall, with big boobs, and was super fit. I could get behind wanting some of that.

“Okay,” I said matter of factly. “I can see that, she’s hot. So that’s who you think about?”

Deanna turned her head to look at me in surprise to say “But, she’s… well… a she.”

I did laugh then and said. “No! Really? Was it the big boobs that gave it away?” We both got to giggling again, and she relaxed a little.

“You don’t think that’s bad?” Deanna asked quietly.

“Nah. It’s a crush. We get them and it doesn’t mean we’re all lesbians or something.”

“Oh. You think about… well, girls?”

“Sure,” I said truthfully. “I was actually dreaming about one, but I’m not going to tell you who it was, so don’t ask.”

“Oh,” she muttered again. We laid there for a while as she thought about it, then said, “That’s good, I was afraid I was… well, gay or something.”

I leaned up on my elbow to look at her seriously. “It wouldn’t bother me if you were, Deanna, but we’re only fourteen for Christ’s sake, we haven’t even dated. It’s probably too early to decide that, at least until you’ve been on a date.”

“I guess,” she said slowly. “You don’t think… mas… masturbating while thinking about girls will make you gay?”

I giggled, “If so, I’m going to be so gay one day.”

She laughed out loud, then covered her mouth as she turned to face me, laughing hard enough to cry. I had never had this much fun with a friend before, even if it was about embarrassing stuff.

We laid there for a while, sort of chatting sleepily, when she said, “How do you… you know… do it?”

I blinked awake and looked at her hard, realizing for the first time that she might be pushing for something. It seemed silly now after talking about masturbating and lesbian crushes, but it hadn’t occurred to me that she might want to do some stuff.

“It’s hard to explain, Deanna,” I said. “It’s, like, something you get one day, then always know how to do.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “I’ve been, well trying for a long time.”

I leaned up on my elbow again and looked at her. She gave me a quizzical grin until I said, “I can show you, if you promise not to hate me or think I’m weird.”

She blinked, then said, “Well, I wouldn’t think that anyway, but how would showing me do anything?”

“I could do to you what I do to myself, then you’ll understand and be able to do it,” I said softly.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “Really? You would do that for me?”

I shrugged and said, “Yeah. I guess. If it will help.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, then said “I’d like you to do it, and I promise I won’t hate you.”

Thinking for a moment, I finally nodded and slid over. “Lay on your side and close your eyes.”

Putting an arm over her, letting my hand rest on her stomach, I propped my head up so it was next to hers. “I’ll describe a sexy scene, then touch you as I do it. Just relax and picture what I’m saying. If you come, do it quietly, I don’t want your mom to wake up.”

She nodded eagerly, then waited with her eyes closed.

“Ms. Teller has you stay after school one day, wanting to talk with you about your grades and effort in class. She leads you to her office and shuts and locks the door when you go in. She’s wearing her gym outfit, those tight shorts and that blue t-shirt that shows her tits.”

I start rubbing Deanna’s tummy, sort of sliding the t-shirt up as I do it.

“She has you stand in front of her as she looks up at you from her chair and tells you that you need to work harder if you want better grades. You tell her, ‘Yes, ma’am’ and ask what you need to do. Ms. Teller leans forward and puts her hand on your hip and asks if you’re willing to do some extra credit work.” My hand sort of slides under the t-shirt to start stroking her skin, getting a soft sigh from her.

“When you nod, her hand runs down and strokes your ass for a moment,” I say as I do just that, letting my hand touch her ass, then slide around to rest on her belly button.

“You can see Ms. Teller’s nipples through her t-shirt as she asks if you’re willing to do anything she says. When you say ‘Yes’, her hand moves to your front and cups your pussy.” Deanna moaned harshly as my hand slid down and cupped her mound. Her panties were damp already, so I figured she would manage an orgasm tonight.

“Her hand sort of massages your pussy through your shorts as she watches you, then she asks if she can do anything to you. When you nod, she stands up and moves behind you, cupping your breasts as she kisses your neck.” I do both, sliding my hand up to squeeze her breast, and planting a soft kiss on her neck. Deanna is panting quickly, letting out another moan as my hand squeezes her.

“Ms. Teller slides her hand down, then slips it into your shorts and panties, then you feel her fingers touch your wet pussy lips.” I do the same, slipping my hand into her panties and letting a finger slide between her soaked outer lips.

Deanna came at that point, letting out a quiet, but high pitched whistling sound. Her pussy did like mine and squirted my hand as she pushed her pussy against it. I held her tight, and she groaned a little louder as she squirted again and her body sort of undulated against mine.

She was gasping when it was over, letting out little moans every now and then. I let her lie back, and began licking my fingers clean as she watched. She tasted really good, sort of like me. Mom tasted totally different, but I really loved how she tasted… uh, better not go there.

When I was done, I lay down next to Deanna, watching as she sort of panted for a while, then I must have fallen asleep.

I grimaced when I woke up and realized the room smelled like sex, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that. Deanna was smiling at me, and when I opened my eyes said, “Wow, that was great, thanks.”

I shrugged and said, “Sure. It was fun, and you sure make a mess.”

We kind of staggered out of bed and looked at the mess we had made. She shrugged like I had and said, “Mom’s already at work, so we have a couple of hours to clean up.”

“Work?” I was surprised that she worked on Saturday.

Deanna looked a little sad. “Yeah. When Dad died three years ago, Mom went back to work. It was pretty hard at first, but she says if she makes VP this year, she can spend more time with me.”

“Wow, that sucks.”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “I feel bad for Mom, and try to help, but she’s been working sixty-hour weeks for the last year. I offered to get a job, but she just cried and hugged me.”

I nodded, picturing what she meant. Mom would have done the same thing. “You think she’ll get married again?”

Deanna got the strangest look and said, “No… no. I don’t think so.”

When I raised an eyebrow she blushed and looked down for a moment.

“Well… you know I asked about… you know, being a lesbian?” I shrugged and nodded. “Well, I saw… well, Mom and a… a woman… sort of, well, kissing one night. So wondered if I might be… well…” Then she petered out.

I shook my head. “I don’t think it works like that. Your mom might just be having sex with a woman because it’s nicer or something. She had you, so she must be okay with guys. It’s probably just that she gets horny and doesn’t want to deal with guys.”

Deanna giggled, then said, “How did you get so wise all of a sudden?”

I grinned. “My Aunt Jess is gay, and I didn’t know it until recently. My mom tried to explain how it works like that sometimes and how it might take a while to figure out.”

“Wow, really?” Deanna said. “That’s so cool that you can talk about that.”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “Mom is the best.”

When we stripped down she saw my shaved pussy and got bug-eyed. I shrugged it off, but could tell she really wanted to know why I had it like that. I told her to look around the gym showers one day, half the girls were shaved.

“Why?” she asked.

I gave her an intent look, trying to force her to think about it. She really was innocent about things because she was totally lost. I sighed and mumbled, “No hair to get in your… teeth.”

She blinked in surprise, then stared at my pussy for a moment. That got her to blush when she realized I was watching her. “Sorry… sorry,” she mumbled. “It’s just… just not something I thought you… you know… had ever done.”

I looked at her seriously, trying to decide what to say, finally pulling her down on the bed to sit as I said, “Will it bother you if I had?”

She looked at me for a moment, before she realized what I meant, and I could tell by her expression she was hurt that I even thought that, “No, of course not.”

“It’s hard to tell, and I don’t want you hating me,” I said, “but I’ve had, well, sex with… you know… a girl.”

“Oh,” Deanna breathed softly. “Oh, my God,” she muttered, then looked at me. “Here I’ve been worried you would hate me if I said I liked girls, and you were worried I would hate you.” Then she giggled.

I had to laugh too, and we did that for a little while until Deanna said, “Would you… can we… I mean…”

She was blushing fiercely, but I could see her nipples standing up and realized what she was asking. I canted my head at her, wondering if it would be wrong. “Do things together?”

She nodded quickly, then looked down again.

“I don’t really want to have a girlfriend, Deanna. I’d rather be friends.”

That got her to look up quickly as she said, “Oh, no… I don’t want to be like that. I just wanted to… well, do it with someone, you know.”

I looked at her for a moment, then leaned in and gave her a kiss. She didn’t react until I was about to pull back, then she put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me back. I don’t think she had ever kissed anyone like that, but really got into it. When my tongue moved between her lips she jerked a little, then leaned in and opened her lips. After a while she started using hers to taste me back.

When I leaned back her face was flushed and her pupils were dilated. Her lips were a little swollen from all the kissing, but she was panting with excitement.

“Shower,” I said, holding out my hand.

She nodded, taking my hand and letting me lead her to it. I stopped in front of the sink and stood behind her as I pulled her t-shirt off. She looked at us as I leaned in and let my hands reach around and begin caressing her stomach and breasts. They were just as small as mine, but really nice feeling in my hands.

We both were still covered with our own cum, so when she was moaning softly, I stopped and stripped before stepping into the tub. I waved for her to do the same, admiring the wispy blonde hair around her pussy as she did so. With the shower started I took the gel and began using my hands to wash her clean.

When I ran a finger down her ass crack, she squealed, then let out a loud groan. I lathered and rinsed her pussy clean, then turned her to face me. I gave her a kiss, then slid to my knees in front of her as she gasped, then pushed my face into her pussy. She squealed again in shock, but that very quickly turned to loud moans as my tongue moved between her lips. I wanted to do this quickly since I didn’t know what time her mom would be home and it was Saturday. Mom would be waiting. I groaned at the thought.

I did everything Mom had taught me, licking and probing, sliding my tongue along her clit, but didn’t use any fingers. Deanna lasted all of two minutes before putting one hand on the wall and the other on my head and came. She let out a long yell of “Yes” and squirted my face and mouth. I did like Mom and swallowed what I could, but kept my lips lightly on her clit. She continued like that for a surprising amount of time before sliding to a sitting position in front of me.

I kissed her, letting her taste herself, then helped her to her feet. “That’s what it’s like. I have to get home, but we can do that whenever you want.”

She was smiling in a dazed fashion, but helped wash me, paying special attention to my breasts and ass.
Mom picked me up at nine, and I was ready to go, my breasts very clean, and Deanna looking very bright-eyed. I was starting to get twitchy, trying to keep my mind off… things.

I gave Deanna a hug when I left and she whispered “Thanks,” in my ear.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By StarSapphire

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

For Ronda S.

Judy looked down at her sleeping daughter and admired the soft outline of her pretty face. Ronda’s short dark hair framed her delicate features and set them off gently. A duvet cover hid her twelve-year-old body and cloaked her up to her pert little chin. Sighing, Judy backed out of Ronda’s bedroom and went to her own room to think awhile.

Lying on top of her bed Judy recalled the form of her daughter in her mind. Ronda was a beautiful young girl who was tall for her age, as Judy had been. She was also maturing fast and had developed some respectable breasts for her age. Judy’s own were a full `C’ cup, and Ronda looked to match her soon. She had her father’s smoldering Mediterranean features and her mother’s body, Judy thought. She wondered too if, like her mother, Ronda was gay.

Judy’s hair was sandy blonde and fell in thick waves either side of her open Nordic face. She had the full red lips, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes of the classic western ideal of beauty, that contrasted sharply with her daughter’s exotic good looks. Ronda had dark flashing eyes that signaled her every mood and clear, finely sculpted features just like her father. They both look like wild Gypsies, Judy mused.

Judy was slightly uncomfortable at the thought of Ronda’s father. Tony had been a high school boyfriend who had persuaded Judy to go ‘all the way’ when they graduated. He had done his thing, then left for college when Judy discovered she was pregnant by him. He’d offered to marry her — but Judy, in the meantime, had finally acknowledged her sexuality to herself and refused his offer.

Coming out was hard for Judy, and Tony was understandably hurt, but he faithfully provided what support money he could and made no fuss about custody or Judy’s sexuality. Over the years, he stayed in Ronda’s life and never tried to be anything but a great father, for which Judy felt endlessly grateful — and endlessly guilty. She thought Tony and Ronda deserved more. She was not aware that both were quite content with their relationship as it was and loved Judy deeply.

Judy knew she was going to masturbate again. Lately she had been plagued by sexual desires that burned into her soul and left her breathless each night. The fantasy was always horribly the same — she was having sex with Ronda. Hard as she tried to banish these thoughts from her mind the more they would intrude. She knew that wanting her daughter was dangerous, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it. She would admire her lithe form around the house, the curve of her small tight backside or the swell of her budding young breasts, and be swept up in another sexual fantasy.

She imagined Ronda naked in her arms, her small breasts and nipples pressed against her own as she kissed and caressed her in her mind. As she toyed with the sight and feel of Ronda, her hand stole down to cup her own breast and the other worked its way under her slacks and panties to fondle and stroke herself. Judy rapidly brought herself to her first climax of the night. God, it’s happening again, she thought.

Quickly stripping naked, Judy had a hot, fast shower and knew that her first orgasm had released only her immediate tension. She could now take her time and try to play with a different fantasy and banish these incestuous desires for Ronda from her imagination. She lay back on her bed and began to play with her nipples, feeling them harden to her touch as they sent little charges of sexual energy down through her pussy. She was already wet, she knew that before touching herself. Her fingers swam in her own juices as she began to slowly caress her slit.

Judy luxuriated in the feel of her freshly shaved pussy, stripped of its normal growth of tangled pubic hair. Gazing down at herself, she marveled at how much she looked like a young girl down there as she traced lazy circles around her clitoris.

Judy had shaved her pubic hair for the first time just yesterday, obeying some inner urge she didn’t fully understand. She’d taken the lather and razor and carefully removed every trace of the light brown curls that normally grew there. She felt cold at first — then exposed, worried that someone, another woman, might spot her bareness and wonder about her. Then she’d relaxed and enjoyed the unfamiliar feel of cool air between her legs as she spread them wide atop her bed.

Today this wide open, exposed feeling took Judy back to one of her strongest memories, her first sexual experiences with her seventh grade teacher Suzanne G. Relieved to be rid of Ronda in her mind, at least for the moment, Judy eagerly replayed this torrid erotic encounter instead.

Suzanne was a 34 year old French woman who Judy, much to her astonishment, had found startlingly attractive. She developed a terrible crush on Ms. G. and would gaze longingly at her short dark hair, tall trim figure and large breasts in class. She was naturally confused about her feelings. Why was she so attracted to another female, and one so much older? Am I gay? Judy worried, fretted and pined in silence.

Sensing Judy’s interest in her, Ms. G. was much less befuddled by her own desires. In fact, Suzanne G. quite liked young girls.

She invited Judy home for tea one spring afternoon near elementary school graduation and wasted little time in coming to the point with the pretty schoolgirl. She had often noticed Judy staring at her body and returned the attention. Judy’s tall youthful form, her wavy blonde hair and her perpetual look of innocent wonder captivated Suzanne’s heart — and her libido.

“I notice you looking at me in class,” Suzanne said abruptly after pouring them both tea.

Judy turned a deep shade of scarlet, afraid she’d done something terribly wrong. “Oh gosh! I –I’m so sorry, Ms G…!”

“Oh no, my sweet! It’s all right that you look at me. I enjoy you watching me! It is a true compliment,” Suzanne hurriedly explained. “You are rather beautiful yourself, and I enjoy looking at you too,” she said to her warmly as her eyes traveled up and down Judy’s tight adolescent body. “You are becoming quite the young woman,” she added, gazing at Judy’s small but prominent breasts.

With relief, Judy blushed at the compliment and the frank stare. “Ms. G…” she began.

“Please, call me Suzanne. I would like us to be friends,” Judy heard Ms G. say, not quite believing her ears but noticing instantly the look of gentle lust that came over her teacher’s face. Friends? Oh gosh, she realized, she feels the same way about me! Judy felt a flush of excitement rush through her taut young body.

“Yes. Okay, S-Suzanne,” Judy began. “Um, I think you’re the most beautiful p-person I’ve ever seen!” she gushed, amazed at her own boldness. “I just didn’t, uh, don’t — know how to tell you that. I want you to know, though. I think about you a lot, especially… oh gosh!” Judy gasped, immediately regretting being so forthright. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying!” she cried out in frustration.

Suzanne laughed warmly and came over to put her arm around Judy, who was close to tears. “Hush, darling,” was all she said, then lifted up Judy’s face with a finger and gently kissed her on the lips. Judy sighed, hoping for more, but Suzanne pulled away and sat down again across from her.

“We could have a very special friendship, Judy my sweet,” Suzanne said. “But you understand that, as a teacher, there are people, like your parents, who would not like that.” A shudder of blissful anticipation passed through Judy as she grasped the full nature of Suzanne’s intentions. “They might even put me in jail for the things I’m thinking about doing with you!” she laughed as a wicked little glint came into her eye.

With amazing gratitude, Judy at once understood Suzanne’s message and hurried to reassure her. “I’ll never tell anyone!” she promised. Certainly not her parents who, unlike this exotic French woman, seemed so distant and uncaring, “I — I love you Ms., I mean, Suzanne,” she confessed finally, relieved that it was out there. “Please, I won’t tell anyone!” she’d begged as her excitement rose in anticipation.

What happens now? Judy wondered. She didn’t have long to wait.

“Then come, my pet, ” was all Suzanne had said. Taking Judy by the hand, she led her to the bedroom.

When they arrived beside Suzanne’s bed she turned to face Judy, who stood there in a state of nervous excitement. “You like my breasts,” she announced boldly. “I see you looking at them all the time.  I’ll show them to you if you like.” She began to unbutton her pink pastel-colored blouse. “You too, my sweet,” she ordered. “I want to see you, too.”

Judy took in Suzanne’s warm smile and the glazed look of excitement in her eyes, then slowly peeled her white polo shirt over her head, revealing her white cotton sports bra to Suzanne’s hungry stare. She could instantly feel the teacher’s eyes burning holes through the garment. Then her breath caught as Suzanne removed her blouse and allowed Judy to see her big breasts, encased in a white lacy bra. She admired their fullness and deep cleavage.

Judy clasped her hands to her face as she gazed at Suzanne’s chest. “Oh my gosh!” she whispered. She felt embarrassed that her own small, immature breasts were so inadequate in comparison.

“You like them, my pet?” Suzanne asked with a coy smile. Judy could only nod her head in dumb response. “Your breasts are exquisite too, darling Judy. You are so beautiful!” Suzanne exclaimed, relieving Judy’s fears somewhat. But she continued to wonder what Suzanne found so attractive about her. She felt awkward and shy in the presence of such a beautiful, mature woman.

“Please, let me see the rest of you,” Suzanne asked her gently. Judy complied uneasily. She removed her bra over her head then waited in agonizing anticipation for Suzanne’s response. “Oh my dear girl, your breasts are perfect! Such darling pink nipples, oh my!” she enthused. Judy let out her breath, feeling much less afraid.

It was Suzanne’s turn. She quickly undid the front clasp of her brassiere and let it drop open, revealing to Judy a pair of heavy, womanly breasts crowned by large, dark brown nipples. The girl’s throat went dry and her mouth watered at the sight.

Judy looked down at her own breasts — small, but firm and round. Her pink nipples were fully erect. She brought her fingers up to gently brush them over the hard tips. Suzanne stood looking in awe as Judy lightly stroked herself.

Standing there topless before Suzanne was strange and arousing for Judy, and she delighted in her teacher’s reaction. A look of excited wonder was on Suzanne’s face as she took in the sight of Judy’s firm young tits on full display. By then, Judy’s feelings of physical inadequacy had completely vanished. She thrilled in the sight of her mature lover’s visual feasting on her bare breasts, and displayed herself proudly and unselfconsciously.

Suzanne moved toward her and Judy melted into her arms as their lips finally met again. Their kiss lengthened and deepened. Suzanne’s heavy breasts pressed into Judy’s as she forced her tongue past Judy’s lips and into her mouth. Judy responded, feeling the first full rush of sexual excitement in her young life. She eagerly tangled her own tongue around Suzanne’s, then moved it in to explore her mouth in turn.

Judy felt Suzanne’s hand move to cup one of her small breasts, and sighed deeply as she realized where the two of them were going. She felt her nipple nestling in the palm of Suzanne’s hand and thrilled to the aching pleasure it brought to be so intimately caressed. She surrendered herself to the older woman’s embrace and willed Suzanne total access to her lithe young body, to do with as she pleased.

“Take me Suzanne. Please, take me…” Judy murmured between kisses as her hands hurriedly began removing her summer shorts and underwear.

“Oh yes, my sweet. I will,” Suzanne assured her while assisting Judy to complete her undressing. Her own black skirt and white panties quickly joined Judy’s clothing on the boudoir floor. Judy had just a wisp of blonde pubic hair at the top of her small pussy but, to Judy’s astonishment, Suzanne was shaved clean…

Judy’s fingers were working fast and deep on herself as she relived that spring afternoon twenty years ago. She could feel her orgasm approach as she recalled lying spread out on Suzanne’s bed, completely open to her teacher’s inspection. After their first passionate kiss, they had fallen together onto Suzanne’s bed. After Suzanne’s adoring inspection they had made passionate, joyful love for the rest of the afternoon.

Years later, Judy recalled Suzanne’s lips and tongue on her small hard nipples, then the fullness of Suzanne’s own breasts when she held, kissed and caressed them. She remembered the taste of her teacher’s long dark nipples, the feeling of Suzanne’s mouth working its way down her body to finally engulf her throbbing cunt between her full red lips, her tongue wetly bathing and battering Judy’s small, hard clit into her first ever orgasm. Then she recalled the taste, aroma and the slick smoothness of Suzanne’s delectable pussy as she haltingly performed her first act of oral sex on her exotic French lover…

A slow shuddering climax rolled through Judy’s body as the hot passionate memory of her first sexual experience played through her mind. Her fingers plunged deep inside her dripping pussy in hard, wet thrusts as she felt the warm tremors and aftershocks of her orgasm slowly subside. She brought her fingers up to her lips and smelled the hot musky aroma of her arousal before licking them clean. With a groan, she rolled over onto her side in final release.

They had remained lovers over the next year, but their relationship ended when Suzanne took another teaching job several hundred miles away. Judy was bereft and deeply hurt, but managed somehow to put those feelings behind her. Suzanne had left behind yet another broken heart. She moved on to break many more as her young lovers aged beyond her desire for them.

Judy tried to cope with her grief by being `straight’ and denying her sexuality for the rest of her school life, which did not add to her happiness. Coming out to Tony had been a major relief — until now.

*****

Ronda was in a state of uncomfortable confusion. She was fully aware of her mother’s sexuality and had no problems with it. Judy’s two former lovers were good people and still friends with both Judy and Ronda. Her feelings about her own sexuality were less clear. She seemed to like boys and girls equally, which puzzled her. But what bothered her most was an awkward, surprisingly strong attraction to her own mother.

Lately, Mom wasn’t helping the situation. She would appear in the mornings clad only in a short terrycloth robe that showed off her long elegant legs and deep cleavage, making Ronda dizzy with desire. Judy’s touches would linger or her hands would sensuously stroke Ronda’s hair when she spoke to her about something personal. It was driving the poor teen crazy.

Ronda’s sexual experiences to date had consisted of kissing and a bit of petting with her best friend Cheryl when they were younger, and playing `doctor’ with a neighbor boy when much younger still. In neither case did she have an orgasm, and she didn’t really know what one was. But for all of her naivete, she had always been aware of a strong sexual need inside her. She just didn’t know exactly how to satisfy those desires, but Ronda did know who she wanted to satisfy them. It was her sexy, beautiful mother. These feelings left the girl understandably tentative and uncertain.

Unlike Judy, however, Ronda was more used to taking charge. She had her father’s strong will and determination, and preferred to take the initiative in life. She knew her mother was more passive and would never dream of instigating any sexual contact between them on her own. At the same time, Ronda could see what she thought were clear signals from Judy that suggested an intense sexual interest, but she shuddered to think of the consequences if she was wrong. She decided to be bolder around her mother and to see how far things went.

Ronda started by dressing more provocatively than her mother around the house. Wearing only a long white t-shirt, she would wander in to breakfast, sure that Judy could see her nipples through the thin cotton of her top. The hem just covered her backside and allowed Judy to see Ronda’s long slim legs in full detail. She even tried `flashing’ her mother by crossing her legs and allowing her a brief looks at her bare pussy.

Ronda caught Judy looking at her a few times and noted the blush that came to her mother’s cheeks after catching sight of her scantily-clad daughter. She was pleased by the response but wished she could do more to tantalize her.

The girl had always admired the way her mother looked, and was envious. At 32, Judy was in the prime of her life and it showed. Her figure was that of a younger woman. Her long blonde hair was always well kept and attractive, and Judy’s minimal use of makeup enhanced her natural good looks superbly. Her wardrobe was always classically stylish rather than fashionable, and showed off her figure to its best advantage. Her mom never looked less than her best, thought Ronda. Even in a terrycloth robe she was stunning.

Ronda decided to be a little more pro-active.

Continue on to Part Two

By Single Mom

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

My name is Virginia Henny, and I teach sixth grade in a small farm community in northwestern New York State. Sharon McKay was one of my students. I should tell you that I am twenty-eight, divorced with no kids, and was not dating at the moment, so I had no one to rush home to. Not that I couldn’t date, but because I didn’t want to. I was considered pretty, even beautiful by some, but I simply was not ready for a relationship.

Sharon McCay was tall for her age. (Eleven years old and almost 5 feet tall) She had long blonde hair, jade green eyes, and a cherub’s face with a bee-stung lower lip. Unlike most eleven-year-olds who were straight from the waist down, she had a narrow waist, flaring hips,and long tapered legs that rose up to meet a magnificent ass.

It was after school on a snowy December afternoon and I was sitting at my desk grading test when Sharon came into the classroom in tears. It seems that she had been in the girl’s lavatory and missed the school bus home. I made several attempts to call her mother, but to no avail, so I had her take a seat in the classroom until I had finished grading test, and then if her mother hadn’t returned the message that I left on her answering machine, I would drive her home.

I had no idea that it was snowing as hard as it was, or I would have left sooner and finished grading the test at home. As it was, when we arrived in the school parking lot to leave, my big Chevrolet Suburban SUV was in snow up to the running board. I had Sharon climb in the front seat while I started the engine so as to get some heat and turn the defrosters on while I swept and scraped snow from the windows.

After I got the car windows cleaned off, I climbed in the car to find her sitting in the center seat, not the right hand passenger seat. I thought that was odd, but I didn’t say anything because my immediate concern was getting us out of the parking lot and on the road.

In any case, I managed to get out of the parking lot and onto the crowned black top road in front of the school, which was plowed, but still slippery with a thin coat of snow and ice on it. fortunately, my Suburban is big and heavy, and I was able to proceed without a problem. Until I reached state road 15. The school district did a far better job of maintaining its parking lots and roads than did the city or state.

I made a right turn onto State Road 15, and knew right off that I was going to have a problem. The suburban fishtailed coming out of the turn, and Sharon almost jumped into my lap. She grabbed my thigh with both hands for support and hung on for dear life. I tried to comfort her by putting my right hand on her left thigh just below the hem of her skirt. “It’s okay, baby,” I said, gently patting her thigh. She didn’t startle or pull away when I put my hand on her thigh, so I left it there for longer than I should have, I think.

I hadn’t driven much more than about five miles when the sky opened up and it began snowing so heavily that my visibility was down to practically zero. The only good part was that there was no traffic on the road, so that I could straddle the center crown and not worry too much about where the side of the road ended. I had traveled this road enough to know that the apron was wide and covered with gravel, so I would know if I was drifting off of the blacktop.

Sharon was hanging onto my right leg for dear life, and I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were white. We traveled about another five miles when I decided that I would pull off on the apron and wait for the county to send out the snowplows. Living in northwestern New York, I knew enough to keep a blanket, a pillow, a flashlight, and some road flares in the compartment in the back of the SUV. (I didn’t carry a jack since the SUV was far too large for me to even attempt to change a tire, so I had long ago replaced it with road service and a cell phone.)

The suburban holds about 40 gallons of gas and was near full, so I knew that between the blanket and running the heater occasionally, we wouldn’t freeze to death.

Sharon and I both climbed over the seats and into the back of the SUV. Once back there, I folded the second row of seats down, giving us even more room in the back. Although I’m not sure why I thought we would need more room, there was already enough space for me to stretch out full length, if it came to that. (I never thought that we would have to spend the entire night in the SUV, but figured that the worsening storm just might change all of that.)

As I removed the emergency supplies from the jack compartment, I realized that I had left my cell phone on my desk at school, so I wouldn’t be receiving any phone calls from Sharon’s mother, or anyone else. The car hadn’t yet began to cool off, so we spread the blanket out over our waist, legs, and feet and sat with our backs resting against the back of the front seat. I desperately wanted a cigarette, but thought it best not to smoke in the closed car, and I wasn’t about to open any windows because the wind was blowing in strong, loud gusts, and the snow was swirling around. I realized then that this was no ordinary snow storm, but an old fashioned Northeast blizzard. Sharon seemed a little apprehensive over our situation, so I thought that if we talked a little, it would take her mind off of the storm, so I asked about her family.

She told me that it was just her and her mom, that she had no father or siblings. She told me that she didn’t have a real aunt, but that her mother did have a “friend,” that she called “Aunt Joyce.” who came around a lot.

“Aunt Joyce?” Was her mother gay? I didn’t want to touch that one, and fortunately I didn’t have to because she began asking me questions.

I told her that I was alone also, and that I had no children, but that I did have a real sister who sometimes visited me.

“You don’t got a boyfriend?” she asked.

I shook my head, “Not at the present time,” I told her, “but maybe some day when I feel better about men.”

“So you could get a girlfriend,” Sharon suggested, leaving little doubt in my mind that Aunt Joyce was indeed a girlfriend.

Not wanting to disparage lesbians to the daughter of one, I simply said, “If I ever meet one that I liked, I might do that.”

“Well, don’t you ever get horny?” she asked.

When I finally recovered from the shock, I asked, “What do you mean by horny?” Not quite sure that we were talking about the same thing.

“You know. Like when you get all wet down there and stuff.”

I couldn’t believe that an eleven-year-old was talking about ‘getting wet down there.’ Was I so old that I couldn’t remember being eleven? How old was I when I started getting wet down there? Did eleven-year-olds get wet down there? I imagined so, since I remember masturbating long before I was eleven.

Sharon was obviously waiting for an answer, and I wasn’t sure how to answer. The obvious thing to do was to tell her that we shouldn’t be talking about these things, and changed the subject. “Are you cold?” I asked her.

She slid down from the back of the front seat and onto the floor of the SUV, then pulled the blanket up to her chin. “Uh-huh,” she said, then turned on her right side and pressed up against my left thigh. When she slid down, her short skirt had ridden up, and I could feel wet panties pressed against my left leg. I was being vamped by an eleven-year-old, and didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t believe that I was letting this continue, but I was powerless to stop it. “We really shouldn’t run the car too much, because we have to be careful of carbon monoxide leaking into the car,” I said, not wanting this to stop while I got up.

“So couldn’t we both just get under the blanket and keep warm that way?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, but simply slid down to the floor of the car and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I felt my own skirt ride up to the top of my thighs with a little help from myself I’m sure. Sharon threw her left arm over my waist and I could feel her pubic mound pressed against my naked leg, accompanied by a wetness being left by her panties as as she slowly, almost imperceptibly moved against my thigh.

“Honey?” I moaned in a mild protest.

“Huh?” she grunted.

“You really should lie still,” I said in a near whisper.

“How come? I won’t tell nobody, I promise.”

Well at least it was an admission of what she was doing, and not a flat out denial or pretense of innocent touching. The “I won’t tell.” was consent if she were old enough to consent, and the “How come.” was a child like statement of innocence. I only wished that I could be as honest with myself and my own feelings as she was being, but no adult wants to admit that she is being vamped by a mere child.

I could hear the storm blowing so hard that even the big suburban was rocking a little. I knew then that we would be spending the night here. I felt somewhat secure knowing that we had a full tank of gas and a warm blanket, and I wanted to convince Sharon of that. I reminded her that we had plenty of gas for heat, and a warm blanket, and that we were as snug as a bug in a rug. Her response was to hold me tighter and to snuggle up against me.

The question was, could I resist her obvious flirting all night long? We were both lying with our heads on the one pillow that I had in the car, and when I turned to face her, our faces were a mere inch apart. As I stared into that cherubic face, I couldn’t resist kissing her on her lips, but as an adult would kiss a child, as a mother would kiss her daughter.

She had obviously participated in, or witnessed a great deal of open mouth kissing, because before I knew what was happening, we were kissing as two lovers would kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth and I was fumbling under the blanket, trying to remove her panties. She soon became frustrated with my fumbling, broke off the kiss and brazenly tugged her own panties down and off. I wanted desperately to pull off the blanket and look at her naked body, so I leaned over the front seat, started the car and turned both front and rear heaters on full blast. When I got back under the blanket, she was totally naked.

So what now? She’s naked, and she’s waiting for me to get naked, I’m sure, but . . .  she was an eleven-year-old child. I was being led around by an eleven-year-old, a student. That would hardly go over big in court. “Your honor, she seduced me.” When the judge got done laughing, he would sentence me to twenty years in jail.

Finally, she tired of waiting for me to do something, so she ducked under the blanket, tucked her fingers under the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my legs and off of my feet. I didn’t resist or protest, but simply lay there as if frozen in place, not sure that I believed what was happening. She then climbed on top of me, pushed my skirt up over my waist, positioned herself for maximum contact of our clits, and began to thrust her hips, grinding our clits together, moaning and breathing heavily.

Suddenly, it was a case of the student teaching the teacher, and I was a willing student. She began slowly rubbing her clit against mine, staring down at me with a lost look on her face. She was right here fucking me, but with a faraway look in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening, as I couldn’t. Slowly, her pace increased in both strength and frequency. Her eyes went wide, her jaw hung slack and a look of wild passion distorted her face. And mine.

I increased my own pace, thrusting and rubbing, catching her rhythm, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her pussy hard against mine as we ground together. Writhing like two warm snakes with limbs entwined, both moaning, both making the sounds of a cat with it’s motor running. I was an adult, and she was just a child, but under the covers, everyone is eighteen.

Suddenly, she stopped her snake-like writhing on my pussy, sat up, leaned forward and began to unbutton my blouse, the tip of her tongue protruding from between her lips in total concentration. I lay there, staring up at her in total submission.

When she had opened the last button, she told me, “Sit up.” I obeyed, wanting her to see my breasts, to fondle them, to suck on my hard nipples. She pushed my blouse down over my shoulders and arms, then told me to lean forward, which I did so that she could reach behind me and unsnap and remove my bra, expertly, using only one hand. I could tell that she took great pleasure in baring my breasts as she cupped them, fondled them, and kissed my stiff nipples. Once again, there was no doubt in my mind that she had been here and done this before.

After she removed my skirt and we were both totally naked, she knee-walked back up to my pubic mound and slowly, in a tempting, seductive manner, raised her hands behind her head, laced her fingers, and lowered herself to straddle my pussy, where she began to thrust and grind like a pole dancer in a strip bar, staring down wide eyed into my contorted face to check my reaction.

As I peered down between my breasts, I could see her outer labia come open and her clitoris protrude from its hood, rubbing against me with each thrust of her hips. I felt powerless to do anything but lay there and let her do to me as she wished.

Suddenly, I wanted more. I wanted to drink from her wet pussy, lick her and suck her, and tongue-fuck her tight asshole.

I grabbed her hips and tugged her up to my face. She turned to face my feet and lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth, lips, and tongue.

She was on hands and knees, straddling me, her head between my legs, her tongue working on my own pussy. She soon began to shake and tremble, and I could taste her cum as it ran out of her and into my mouth. As I drank from her, I rewarded her with a mouth full of my own cum, which she swallowed eagerly.

Before finally falling asleep, I asked her who taught her to do all of that, and if it had been her mother? She shook her head no, and said it was her Aunt Joyce, whose place she stayed at after school until her mother got home from work and picked her up.

We were awakened at daylight by the sound of snowplows on the road. A knock came on the car window, and we hurriedly got dressed, putting our underthings in the jack well to save time. I rolled down the window and saw several men shoveling the SUV out. A man asked if we were okay, and with faces covered in dried cum, we assured him that we were.

When we arrived at Sharon’s house, we were greeted by a beautiful woman who was a grownup version of Sharon. She had called the school and was told that Sharon had missed the school bus and was being driven home by her teacher. Judy, Sharon’s mother, had spent the night on the phone with the police and pacing the floor. She gave me a big hug and thanked me for taking care of her daughter, and invited me to come for dinner and cocktails some evening. Which I accepted.

The End

By Tater Tot

Tuesday night came and Amber was really wound up. I was afraid she was going to jump me the way she was staring at my ass, although it sure made me feel good about my body. Nothing like having a teenager lusting after you to perk up the old ego.

She was in bed waiting when I came out of the bathroom, getting a giggle from me and a blush from her.

“God, Mom,” she said, “come on!”

She was fairly panting, her hands twitching restlessly as I slid in behind her. I pulled her close and pushed my pussy against her ass, getting a soft sigh from her. Putting my arms around her and snuggling close, I said, “What should it be tonight?”

“Can you… would you… you know, you and… well,” she mumbled.

That got a chuckle from me, and I said, “You mean Jess?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Putting a hand on her tummy, I rubbed it softly as I said, “Okay, I’ll tell you about the last time she stayed here.”

The poor girl was panting hard as I said, “Well, she’d been copping feels all night. Pretty much every time you weren’t in the room she had a hand on my ass or on my breasts. When you went up to bed, we were still watching TV. She waited to hear your door shut and then she pretty much attacked me.”

Amber had her eyes closed and let out a long moan at that.

Grinning, I continued, “She knelt in front of me and flipped my t-shirt up and started licking my panties. She wrapped her arms around my legs and lifted me up a little, so excited she was nibbling and biting me. She was so turned on it made me extremely horny, and it was only a couple of minutes before I came in my panties, muffling a scream in a pillow.” My bottom hand cupped Amber’s breast while the top slid down between her very wet lips.

Amber was grunting softly, her body clenched tight as she held back an orgasm. Kissing her cheek, I said, “I was still panting when she pulled me up and dragged me to the bedroom. Now you have to understand that Jess likes me to take charge most of the time, so when we got to the bedroom I pushed her face down on the end of the bed and snatched her panties off. Her ass was on the edge, fully exposed, when I knelt down and started tongue-fucking her asshole.”

Poor Amber came with a harsh scream, crying ‘No!’ in a piercing voice as her body spasmed and her hands grabbed the sheets.

When it continued, I was really surprised, her body relaxing, then arching back up again as her pussy squirted cum like a man, quick jets of it against my fingers. She was making deep grunting noises as she slowly calmed down, her pussy spasming against my hands for a couple more seconds. When her ass touched the sheets, she started sobbing, but it only lasted another few seconds before she fell asleep.

I was staring down at her, dumbfounded at how intense that had been. God, to be able to do that. Sighing, I slid down and began licking her clean as I fingered myself to an intense orgasm, picturing her going wild in my ass on Friday.

When she woke up, we were facing each other, and I watched her sleepy eyes realize where she was. The disappointment came quickly as she said, “Oh man, I never heard how it ends.”

I pulled her to me as I giggled uncontrollably, holding tight as she eventually started giggling with me. I gave her a quick kiss as I slid back and said, “Sorry, kiddo, but I would seriously pay big money to come like that.”

She looked interested at that and said, “Really? I was trying so hard not to.”

I shook my head and said, “God, baby, what you did last night would be the envy of every woman I’ve ever known.”

That got a gleam in her eye as she said, “Cool. But I would still like to make it all the way through once.”

Laughing again, I gave her a kiss and slid out of bed to start the day.

*****

When Thursday came around, Amber came home and did school work until dinner, then started to get twitchy. It made me wonder what she did on the nights between, did she lie in bed and masturbate all night?

She actually waited for me to get in bed before coming in, but then threw her clothes off prior to sliding in with me.

We snuggled close as I asked what it would be tonight.

“I wanna know what happened next with you and Jess,” she said quickly.

I chuckled and thought for a moment, then said, “Would you like to have me use my finger on your ass while I tell you?”

She groaned softly and said, “Uh… yes.”

Rolling over, I reached in the drawer of a bedside table and pulled out a small tube of lube before rolling back to her. I adjusted her so she was facing me, sort of lying face down on my body so my hands were stroking her sweet little ass cheeks.

I put a bit of lube on my finger before starting, then said, “Jess was bent over the end of the bed, her ass sticking out as I held her down. She’s so small that her knees didn’t hit the floor, just sort of draped over the end. Her tiny little ass was sticking up, begging to get fucked.”

There was a long, breathy moan from Amber as I paused. Then I said, “I knelt behind my sister, leaned forward, and stuck my tongue in her ass.”

My finger touched Amber’s asshole and started a gentle push. Amber grunted when the tip slipped in.

“I tongue-fucked her for a minute. Then I told her, ‘Lay there like a good little girl while mommy gets ready to fuck your little ass.’ While she laid there on the bed and moaned, I put on my strap-on dildo and got the lube.”

My finger was sliding past the first knuckle as Amber buried her face in my neck, grunting continuously. Her hips were grinding her pussy into my thigh as I spoke.

“When I came back, I said to Jess, ‘What does my little girl want me to do?’ She said, ‘Fuck me, mommy, fuck me hard.’ I knelt down and pushed my lubed finger hard into her asshole, making her bury her face in the sheets so her yells of pain and pleasure wouldn’t wake you up.”

My finger was past the second knuckle when I started thrusting into Amber, her tiny little ass making it so tight and hot. Her hands were holding my shoulders as she ground her pussy hard into my thigh and made continuous ‘no’ sounds.

“I added a second finger in Jess’s ass, making her moan in excitement, getting louder as I started thrusting my fingers hard into her ass, fucking her with my hand.”

I began making quicker, harder thrusts with my finger into Amber’s ass, making her sob loudly as she rode my thigh, fucking me now. Her excitement was incredible as I felt her juices smear my leg and she made louder and louder moans into my neck.

“When Jess was nice and open, I took my fingers out and grabbed her hip and her hair, pulling her head back, and I said, ‘Mommy’s going to rape her little girl’s tight little asshole,’ then I shoved the cock in deep.”

My finger was pushed all the way in when Amber let go. Her hips ground into me hard and her body bucked wildly as her head arched back with an extremely loud scream. I actually worried a neighbor might hear and I flinched a little since she was so close to my ear.

Her pussy sprayed my thigh as she pushed against me, making the oddest sensation as it squeezed between us. She was frozen in that pose, her pussy spasming and squirting, so I pulled my finger out a bit then shoved it in again. She convulsed at that, her head pushing hard into my neck as she groaned through clenched teeth and her ass clenched around my finger.

She made a continuous series of ‘uh-uh’ sounds on my neck until she finally relaxed against me, totally out of it. I pulled my finger out and stroked her ass for a while, kissing her shoulder lightly as she sprawled across me. I eventually slid her down beside me. Amber was as limp as a rag doll. I looked down at the juices coating my leg. I definitely needed to be giving her more fluids.

I spent a little while molesting her while she slept, sucking her tits, licking her pussy, and playing with myself. I came hard while licking the juices off her body.

*****

I woke up first and watched my girl sleep for a while. It was Friday, her birthday, big things happening today.

I got up and had a good shower while she slept, cleaning really well inside and out. I woke her up when I was done and told her she was running late. I giggled a little as she stumbled dazedly to her bedroom to take a shower. Then I got dressed.

I was in the kitchen when she finally got ready. I had heard her running around upstairs, then the sound of her scrounging up her book bag. I made sure to be posed when she came in.

Amber stopped in the door when she saw me, her eyes getting big. She dropped her book bag and said, “What… I mean…”

I was standing by the counter, white knee high socks on, lacy white boy cut panties, and a half t-shirt that showed the bottom of my breasts.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I whispered.

“Oh god,” she mumbled, “oh god, Mom, that’s not fair. I have to go to school. Oh god.”

“I think you should stay home today,” I told her softly. “In fact, I think you should take your sweet mom to the bedroom and shove a cock deep in her ass.”

She grunted like I had punched her in the stomach.

Amber’s eyes were wide with shock as she stared at me, then tears welled in her eyes as she stumbled over to me, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her hands were shaking as she wrapped them around me, grabbing my ass cheeks and shoving her face in my crotch.

She was sobbing as she rubbed her face in me, mumbling words I could only half make out, “Yes… mine… Mom… oh god… oh god…”

Her hands started to get a little frantic on my ass so I reached down to pull her up. Her eyes were absolutely wild as I hugged her to me and whispered in her ear, “Shh, baby, calm down. I’m yours all day today and tomorrow. Shh, it’s all right.”

Her shaking slowed down a little, so I said “Let’s go to the bedroom, okay?”

She nodded a little jerkily, then took my hand to lead me to the bedroom.

I stopped her at the foot of the bed, then lay down on it, displaying myself to her. She stood above me in her school uniform, staring at me with hot eyes, looking from my breasts to my pussy.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” I said.

When she began doing it too quickly, I said, “Slowly…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again to start slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She watched my eyes as she pulled it back and let it drop, exposing her small breasts and no bra.

“Play with your breasts, Amber,” I whispered.

Her breath caught for a second, then she reached up with both hands and palmed her small breasts. They were too small to cup, but had large aureola and her nipples stood out.

“Pinch your nipples,” I said seductively.

She tilted her head back and her eyes half closed as she took both nipples in her fingers and pulled outward a little on them. She groaned a little as she watched me through her half-closed eyes.

“Slide one hand down and slip it under your skirt,” I said, then watched as her right hand moved down her stomach and slipped slowly under the waistband of her skirt.

“Good baby, that’s good,” I said softly. “Now run a finger through your pussy. Get it nice and wet.”

Her eyes closed for a second, then I could see her arm move down and up a couple of times.

“Take it out and suck your pussy juice off your finger,” I said.

She moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her knees bending a little as her hand came out, finger glistening. Her finger slipped between her lips and she moaned really loudly, her hips thrusting a little forward.

I watched her for a second, then said, “Take your skirt off.”

When she opened her eyes and moved her hands down, I let mine slide down and let my finger start tracing along my own pussy lips.

Amber was staring again as her hands unsnapped the skirt and let it drop. Her white panties had a large wet spot in the front and her hand slipped down to rub them the same way I was. I don’t think she was even aware she was doing it.

Sliding to the end of the bed, I moved off to kneel in front of her, looking up at her face. She was breathing frantically, her hands shaking and fluttering beside her as I placed my hands on her ass and leaned my face closer. Our eyes were locked as I stopped an inch from her panty-covered pussy lips. “What do you want?”

Her hips were twitching toward me as she grunted out, “Tongue… uh, now, Mom.”

Maintaining eye contact I leaned in and pushed my tongue hard against her wet panties. She threw her head back and grabbed me, grinding my face in her pussy as she gushed into her panties. She was making a long series of grunting sounds as she did it, then just sort of melted to the floor. Her body lay back with her legs bent under her, displaying her completely.

I reached up and slid her panties off, then lay face down and wrapped my hands around her thighs before starting to lick her outer lips. She grunted in a relaxed way as I started. I took my time and enjoyed myself, sucking her tight outer lips for a while, tugging with my lips and bathing them with my tongue.

Eventually I moved inward, licking and probing her inner lips with my tongue, amazed at how wet she was. She was oozing cum as she moaned above me, keeping my tongue busy lapping it up. I had been at it about five minutes when she started winding up again, her hand resting on my head.

I slid a finger forward and gently pushed in, not deep, just planning to stop when I hit her hymen. I didn’t, it was gone. I almost panicked, but got it together and kept enjoying her, figuring it was too late to worry about now. Sort of shrugging to myself, I let my finger move deeper, taking advantage of the opportunity. She was so tight I didn’t think someone had fucked her, so she’d probably done it herself accidentally. I let my finger slide in and out gently for a while, having to really control it since she was clamping down so hard. I had been holding her down with my other arm for a while as she thrashed and mumbled.

When my finger was moving a little more freely in her drenched channel, I started curling it upward slightly, trying to find her g-spot. As my finger searched, I let my tongue move through her pussy lips, probing for and finding her small, mostly hidden clit. It was serendipity that I hit her clit and g-spot at the same time.

Amber yelled and yanked my hair a little as she tried to arch up. Her body was incredibly tense as she tried to fight off the orgasm. I let my finger start stroking over her spot as I gently let my tongue press against her clit.

She twitched and made short screeching protests, yanked my hair a couple of more times as she strained to control it, but eventually let it overtake her. She wrapped her legs around my head and tried to force me up as her shoulders lifted her body and her head arched back. Her mouth was wide open but no sound came out as she began gushing cum across my face. She held that tense pose through three squirts, then drew a deep breath and screamed. Her hands were on the carpet now as she arched back again.

The scream made me jump slightly it sounded so animalistic, but I was distracted as she sprayed me down again. I was pretty sure she’d peed on me a little this time, but accepted it as what it was. I stayed with her, but took my finger and lips off her tender spots.

When she relaxed, I scooted up to pull her onto my lap as she started sobbing. I rocked her and kissed her cheek and lips until her eyes came back into focus.

“God,” she mumbled, “God, Mom, that was so good.”

I grinned a little at the drugged tone of voice, the sound reminding me of when I was recovering from an operation and the pain meds had given me a nice buzz.

As she came around a little more, I guided her up and left her standing there, and went to get the smaller dildo and oil. She was round-eyed when I came back and sat on the bed in front of her. I was grinning as I strapped the tool on my daughter.

Slipping the t-shirt off, and my panties down, I turned around and crawled slowly onto the bed, my head turned, giving her a come-hither look. I put two pillows under my hips, then spread myself out, ass in the air, arms and legs in an X shape.

Looking over my shoulder at her, I said, “Sodomize me.”

She got that glazed look to her eyes as she slowly climbed up behind me and knelt between my legs. I put my head down and relaxed as I felt her hand rub softly over my ass.

Soon she leaned down and kissed my ass cheeks gently, making a soft moaning noise as she held her lips there. Her mouth stayed on my butt for a time, kissing and licking my cheeks, before hesitantly slipping between them. She was skittish about tonguing my asshole, but eventually let it swirl around, getting a deep groan from me.

Amber was breathing very heavily, her breath blowing across my ass in hot waves. My pussy was dripping by now, the anticipation pushing me hard. When the oil dripped onto my ass I really moaned, then tightened up as her finger began running up and down, spreading the oil. She eventually stopped over my asshole and began slowly probing.

When her finger slipped in she gasped and muttered, “Oh god… uhh… ooh,” in a wispy breath. Her hand stayed there for a moment, then began pulling out and pushing back in. I was grunting as she finger-fucked my ass, and she was groaning loudly in excitement.

“Two,” I said.

Her mouth came down and bit gently on my ass cheek as the second finger went in, staying there with her mouth on me as her fingers resumed fucking me.

“Fuck me, baby,” I grunted softly. Through my moans, I quietly instructed, “Rub oil on the cock, then put it against my asshole. Let me push back onto it.”

Amber gave a soft sobbing sound as she crawled over me, then stopped as I felt the cock touch my butt cheeks. She slowly guided it to my asshole, shaking and sobbing as she said, “N-now, Mom.”

When I pushed up enough for the head to slip in, her hand came down so she was propped above me in a push-up position. I began pushing steadily upwards, the smaller dildo making this much easier. I had planned to use the regular one, but was afraid she would get so excited it might hurt me.

Her hips touched mine as I fisted the sheets and said, “Fuck me, baby, rape my ass.”

She made a deep growling noise and started pulling out just a bit and pushing back in, gradually getting a feel for it.

“That’s it, sodomize your mother. Fuck me hard. Shove that cock in my ass,” I grunted into the sheets where I had my face buried.

Her hair was swishing over my back making me think she was looking down at us as she panted and moaned above me. The cock would push in, forcing my ass open, driving deep inside me until her pussy hit my ass. I could feel her cunt dripping on me as she fucked me. I was so freaking excited I could hardly breathe, the thought of Amber above me, sodomizing me on my bed forcing tears from my eyes as I mumbled and yelled below her.

I came hard, driving my knees in and hunching my back to force my face into the mattress. I let out a muffled scream and pushed my hips hard into the mattress. Amber froze above me, not making a sound, and it wasn’t until I felt her juices running down my ass that I realized she was coming above me. She just locked up and froze with the cock in my ass as I slowly relaxed below her.

She eased down on top of me, still buried deep in my ass as she licked my shoulders for a while. I was surprised when her hips began making shallow thrusts, and even more surprised when she pushed up on her hands again and began driving into me. Her loud grunts and growls were in time with her hips slapping my ass. Her juices had run into my asshole and were making loud squelching noises as the cock plundered my ass.

Amber soon was making short screaming noises, yelling words that I couldn’t understand. I lay there, trying to adjust to the aggressive pounding she was giving me, then shocked myself by coming with a scream. It was different when she came this time, dropping on top of me, clutching her hands to my shoulders as she sort of humped my ass and her head rested against my neck. It went on for quite a while as she flooded my ass with her fluids.

She eventually relaxed and just lay there, until I realized she was out like a light. Groaning a little, I managed to roll her to the side, wincing when the cock pulled free. My ass was pretty tender, though that was to be expected. I had told her to rape my ass, so I couldn’t complain when she did.

Hell of a start to the day.

I took the strap-on off her, then staggered into the bathroom, my ass sore from the pounding. After cleaning up, I went back to the bedroom.

Amber was sprawled out where I had left her, mouth partly open, arms and legs splayed out, her whole lower body glistening with fluids.

When I sat down on the bed, her eyes blinked open. I pulled her into a hug, then patted her butt.

“Well, honey,” I told my daughter, “that was probably the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.”

She looked up, blushing, but with a proud look in her eye as she said, “Really?”

I nodded and said, “Uh-huh. I take it you liked it too?”

Amber said, “Oh my God, yes. It was… it was… God, I don’t know.”

THE END

Dear Readers: This ending no doubt seems a bit abrupt, and indeed, it isn’t actually where Tater Tot chose to conclude the story. What happens is that the narrative perspective suddenly shifts, without any warning or explanation, from the mother to the daughter. Needless to say, this decision by the author is somewhat befuddling. After talking it over, however, we decided to continue with the story (our edited version), but publish it as “Amber II“.

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2009 }

It was a hot morning in the middle of September, and I was standing there alone in the kitchen, waiting by the door in my bathrobe. It was still summer but vacation was over. My mom felt funny about leaving me alone at my age, but because I was almost twelve, she thought it would be okay. Besides, she didn’t have much personal time left at work.

I had told my mom I had a stomach ache and she let me stay home from school, even though my big sister Rhonda kept saying I was a little faker. I guess Mom believed me, because every time I told her I felt sick before that, I really was sick.

I honestly don’t know if I felt bad about lying about it for the first time. There were too many other things going on in my head. I was nervous and I was shaking and I felt like I was going crazy, and it was all because I was in love.

Yes, that’s what I said. I know you’re probably laughing at me right now and saying that a girl of eleven can’t be in love. I am no expert. I’m simply a young girl looking out the window on a rainy day and remembering, and I can tell you how I felt. And it was no quick fall, like with some girls. I know some idiots in school now, fifteen or sixteen years old, who start going out with a guy yesterday and suddenly today they are in love.

No, it was no quick fall, but there was a quick “something,” I can tell you that. Maybe part of it was because of growing pains, trying to get people to stop treating me like a little girl, and all the emotions running through me. Another part was that my best friend Heather had just moved away, leaving me just plain lonely and sad. But there was definitely a part of the quick something I wasn’t prepared for…

*****

It was one beautiful June morning, not long after my best friend had moved away, that I stepped out in the backyard in my t-shirt and shorts. I was wearing a pair of big, dark sunglasses and listening to music through headphones from my MP3 player. It had rained during the night and the grass felt wonderful between my toes. I swept the excess water off one of the lawn chairs and lay down, closing my eyes.

I don’t remember how long I lay there, but the headphones were suddenly yanked from my ears.

“Hey, Mouse-Fart!” Rhonda yelled at me. That’s my sister and one of her many cute pet names for me. “God, can’t you fucking hear?”

“I was listening to my music, do you mind?”

She was in her red bikini — no doubt wanting to sunbathe, but there were two chairs, so why bug me? She was a beautiful girl, my sister, with blond hair and blue eyes like me, and a great body, but she’s always had issues of territory and of trust, and has always been combative in one way or another.

“What kind of music? Is it Sesame Street, or Hannah-fucking-Montana?”

I was used to her being mean to me. It sometimes felt like I wanted to hit her, but she was bigger than me, and I knew it wouldn’t end up very well, so I just let it go.

“Go somewhere else so we can lay out,” Rhonda said.

“Who’s ‘we’?”

Rhonda stepped off to the side, I saw the girl who had been standing behind her and something happened to me. I didn’t know what it was. There was a warm feeling in my tummy and then tingles that ran all over me.

I took off my sunglasses and stood up from the lawn chair, nearly stumbling, glad that my sister didn’t take the opportunity to make a joke about it.

“Jasmine, this is my little sister Allison,” Rhonda said. “Allison, this is Jasmine. Her family moved into Heather’s house. My sister and Heather were best friends for a long time.”

“I’m sorry your friend moved away,” Jasmine said to me, “but it’s nice to meet you, Allison.”

Her voice was gentle like the breeze. She was about five feet, three inches tall and her skin was dark, golden-brown colored. Her hair was long and black and filled with wavy curls. She wore a yellow bikini and her body was absolute perfection with firm round breasts, a flat tummy and shapely legs, but none of that mattered at the time as much as her face. It was her face that captured me from the start, and the way she looked at me with her beautiful dark, sparkling eyes, and the way her full red lips spread into such a gentle smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” I said.

“I don’t really want to kick you out of your own back yard,” she said.

“Oh,” Rhonda said, “she doesn’t mind, do you, Ally?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” I said, and quickly ran into the house and climbed the stairs, going to my room, closing the door. I was breathing very heavily. I threw my MP3 on my pillow and fell back across the bed. All I could think about was her face and her voice and yes, her body did creep in there too, and what the hell was that all about? It was total confusion.

*****

Three months later I stood by the kitchen door, looking up at the clock, not knowing if I wanted it to slow down or to speed up. This day had been planned, and I’d followed the plan so far, and it had worked, right down to my mother being short on personal time. Of course, my tummy really did seem to have a knot in it as the time approached, even a hint of nausea.

I saw someone through the window. It was Jasmine, wearing a yellow t-shirt and red athletic shorts. My heart began pounding as I stepped to the kitchen door and pulled it open.

“Hello, Ally,” she said to me, stepping in and hugging me. “I’ve missed you. How are you, sweetheart?”

Jasmine’s embrace was warm and secure, but I was still trembling when she let me go. I closed the kitchen door and turned around. She must have sensed my nervousness because she reached out and touched my face, caressing it softly.

“Oh, Ally, are you all right with this?”

“Yes,” I said.

She put one arms around my neck and leaned over me, looking into my eyes. She kissed me. She had kissed me several times over the latter part of the summer, and although they’d been sweet kisses, each more passionate than the last, they had been given under much more covert circumstances. When you are fifteen, you don’t want to get caught making out with your best friend’s little sister. The kiss calmed me.

“Ally, I have to tell you something,” Jasmine said to me, looking down into my eyes and holding me. “I’ve only been with one girl before and we didn’t do much of anything, so don’t feel nervous with me, okay?

“If you don’t feel like doing anything more than talking and kissing, maybe a little touching, that’s fine. I just don’t want you to be scared. You’re still a very young girl and you have plenty of… time.”

With the last sentence, dared by the words very young girl, I quickly backed away and untied my robe, allowing it to dangle open. It exposed enough to show that I was naked underneath, completely naked, and I looked to Jasmine’s eyes for her reaction.

“Well,” she said, “it looks like you’re serious.”

“I love you,” I said, “and I want to be with you.”

I didn’t know how I managed to get that out. I think it was pure guts. I knew I did desire her in that way, to touch her and be touched by her. After all, how many nights had I lay in my bed in the dark thinking about her and masturbating? Too many to count.

I took Jasmine’s hand and told her to slip her shoes off at the door. She smiled at me and took them off and then, hand-in-hand, I walked her to the stairs and we climbed them. We wound up in my mother’s bedroom, where I told her to sit on edge of the bed. I took a deep breath and removed my robe completely. I moved close to her and watched her dark eyes move over my body.

I had very small breasts that rose in little points from my chest, and a very small tuft of golden pubic hair at the tip of my crack. I had a slender waist and my hips had begun to widen a bit in the past few months. My legs were not very long, but they were tanned and athletic.

“You have a beautiful body, Allison,” she said. “I want to kiss you all over.”

I let her pull me close and hold me and I leaned down and this time I kissed her. After the kiss ended, I wanted to hear her say the words, so I asked her.

“Are you in love with me, Jasmine?”

“Allison, you are very special to me, but… give me some time.”

I kissed her again. I kissed her passionately. I wasn’t disappointed. For me, Jasmine was a dream come true, everything about her — seeing her for the first time, understanding through Jasmine what I felt about her in the beginning… and realizing she felt the same way about me.

*****

I was sitting in the backyard one night by myself, crying quietly. Jasmine came out the back door to grab her bike and go home when she heard me there in the dark. She found me sitting in the grass and sat down next to me, then asked me what was wrong.

I tried to tell her it was nothing, but she said, “When a girl is sitting in her back yard crying, something is definitely wrong.”

“Okay,” I said, “but I can’t tell anybody about it.”

“Well, maybe not your mom or your sister, but I’m impartial and non-judgmental. You can tell me anything. And I won’t rat on you, either.”

“No,” I said, “I can’t tell you…”

“Well, there are some things I can’t tell other people and I know how that is, Allison. It’s terrible to have secrets. You know the worst one? Not being able to tell someone what you feel about them because you’re afraid of what they might think. That’s a tough one. It would be funny, you know, if both of us had that little secret… wouldn’t it?”

Jasmine put her arm around me there in the grass and kissed me lingeringly on the cheek, then once again further back, closer to my ear, and I didn’t shrink away.

“That’s my secret, Allison. I like girls… and I really like you. Can you keep my secret?”

I wiped my eyes and looked up at her, smiling. “Yes,” I sighed, “I can.”

That night was the first night I masturbated to thoughts of Jasmine without guilt or hesitation, and it was to be followed by many more.

*****

I felt her lips begin to kiss me about the neck and her fingers move up and down my body. She touched my small breasts and flicked at my nipples. It caused a tickle at my throat and sent tingles straight down below.

“Why don’t you come lie down?” she asked me.

I climbed on the bed. I was still shaking, mind you, still uncertain — though this beautiful girl, almost the age that I am now, was doing everything to make me feel good. Before very long, I was completely hers.

I loved her kisses on my mouth, the neck and shoulders, and then lower down, finally kissing my little breasts. I could feel her fingers on my thighs, caressing them, and I reached up to run my fingers through those tresses of black hair. She began sucking on my nipples, getting them hard, and I realized her breathing was heavy and her crotch was half-riding my thigh. God, that excited me!

I reached out and grabbed her hips, encouraging her to grind against my thigh. She sat up and grinned at me, all red-faced.

“I want to see your breasts,” I said, and watched Jasmine pull her t-shirt off over her head, then unhook her bra and take it off, showing her beautiful breasts to me. The nipples were dark, and they were already stiff.

“Can I touch them?” The question felt foolish as soon as I asked it, but she didn’t treat it that way.

“Please,” Jasmine said. “Please touch them. And play with my nipples.”

I reached up and took them in my hands, feeling her nipples between my fingers. All the while, she continued to grind against my thigh, her movements growing more and more tense. Then she straddled me and began rubbing herself against the base of my belly. I continued to gently pinch her nipples as she ground faster and faster, finally seizing up and crying out into the quiet of the house, then falling forward against me, moaning quietly and breathing heavily against my neck.

“Oh, Allison,” Jasmine sighed.

“Yeah,” I said.

“That was beautiful. Have you ever had one of those? You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes,” I told her, “I’ve had them by myself.”

“Oh, I know. That was my first one with another person,” she smiled, kissing me. “You know what it’s called? It’s called an ‘orgasm,’ sweetheart, and when you have one you call it ‘coming.’”

She looked down into my eyes and then lowered her mouth to mine, her lips caressing my lips. She did this for a long time, then slipped her tongue into my mouth and began kissing me passionately. As she did so, she lifted herself off my belly for a moment and gently pushed my legs apart, coming to rest between them. My body was tingling everywhere as she pressed herself against me, grinding her hips. Her mouth broke away from mine and she gazed down at me with a look in her dark eyes I’d never seen before.

“I’m going to make love to you, baby,” Jasmine said. “I’m going to make you come.”

“Yes,” I said.

“I’m going to do something I’ve never done to a girl before, so if I do something wrong — if it hurts… if you want me to stop…”

“Yes, Jasmine,” I told her.

“Close your eyes, my sweet Allison.”

I closed my eyes and felt her warm breath on my face, her soft kisses on my cheek and then my neck, down along my throat, around to the other side of my neck. Her fingers caressed along my arms and her mouth began to move over my shoulder, causing sensations of pleasure I couldn’t contain, and I gave off a little moan.

Instinctively, I took my fingers from Jasmine’s hair and threw my arms around her neck as she kissed her way across my collar bone and to my other shoulder, and I moaned again, feeling her lips and tongue move along my tender flesh.

I was in heaven.

My mother had left her window just slightly open, and I could hear the birds chirping outside, feel a light breeze come in across my legs. It was getting to be the middle of the morning and the sunlight was shining in through the curtains, and I could see it on the inside of my eyelids as my teenage lover began to slowly kiss her way further down my pubescent body. It was a beautiful day outside, but it was a beautiful day inside because I was with my girl. Had I not dreamed of this day? But what had I dreamed? Kisses and embraces and yes, perhaps to be naked with her and touch her, but there was so much that was unknown to me.

Of course, now it was happening, and I didn’t have to worry about the unknown. Jasmine was beginning to kiss my nipples, sending that tickle to my throat and those sweet shocks down to my little button, and all I could do was hold on and go with what was happening. I wasn’t afraid.

I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I had my first orgasm, but I was probably eight or nine. I’d been touching myself innocently in my bed at night for months, probably over a year, just as a means of feeling good. One night the feeling grew stronger than before and went over the top. It came quickly and went just as fast, but the pleasure was intense, and I remember the muscles twitching in the bottoms of my feet.

Over time, as I got older, my orgasms became different, grew longer, and I learned better how to touch myself, to draw out the pleasure.

That’s just what Jasmine was doing to me, drawing it out. My clitoris was already swollen. I could feel it down there. She was sucking at my tiny red nipples, gently grazing them with her teeth. They were hard, sticking out from my little cone-shaped breasts. I opened my eyes long enough to look down at them and see Jasmine look up at me, then I rested my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes again as she placed her hands on my little breasts, pinching my nipples, and began kissing her way down my abdomen.

I knew then what she was going to do. I had heard of it. I wanted her to do it. I was wriggling, trembling there on the bed, arching my hips against her breasts.

“Excited, aren’t you?” she asked me softly.

“Oh… yes…” I said breathlessly.

“You are beautiful,” she said, “so beautiful and precious…”

She continued to kiss her way down. She kissed my tummy and came to my “private place,” but she didn’t go for that right away.

“Oh, Allison, what a lovely little pussy,” she said, “but I’ve got to kiss those wonderful legs first.”

She began to kiss and nibble my thigh and I had to take my fingers from her hair as she moved further down, along my leg and down to my foot, sucking my toes. It tickled at first, but then it felt very good, and when she moved to the other foot and did the same thing, it didn’t tickle at all.

Jasmine kissed her way along my leg and up the inside of my thigh, causing me to tingle all over in anticipation. I could feel her fingers spreading my pussy lips. It was then that I first felt her tongue touch my clitoris. She began to lick it very gently and I could feel it right down in my toes. I had nothing to compare it to, for no one had ever done it to me before, but as she continued it only felt better. I was tensing my legs and ankles and flexing my toes, holding my breath and releasing it and moaning softly as the sensations grew within me.

I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to have an orgasm with her or not. That all changed when she flattened her tongue against me and began to wiggle it from side to side. The sensations in my little clitoris doubled and I reached down, locking my fingers in her hair, grinding my hips, pressing my entire pussy against her mouth. I could hear her breathing hard and she grabbed my butt, cupping both cheeks. I could feel it coming. I was reaching for it. At the same time I was tensing up, trying to draw it out from force of habit. I was finally defeated. Jasmine’s tongue flicking quickly from side to side over my clit was simply too much for me and I let go of her hair, threw my arms back over my head, arched my back and held my breath one last time. That was when I felt it, and I couldn’t help but close my legs and lock Jasmine’s head in a vice grip.

The cry that filled the house was my own, a wild animal-like cry that I couldn’t have held in had I wanted to. The pleasure, the intensity of the orgasm was just too great. My butt was off the bed and I was frozen there, my clitoris pulsating against Jasmine’s mouth. I was moaning and shaking and breathing hard. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life, and it wasn’t ending quickly.

When it finally did fade, my Jasmine, freed from the grip of my thighs, moved up and smiled at me, her mouth and chin moist with my juices. I was still catching my breath.

“Oh, Allison,” Jasmine said to me, “that was so hot.”

“No kidding,” I said. “I never… came like that before!”

We lay there for a moment, snuggling quietly while I recovered, and then I rolled over on top of her and, without asking, proceeded to return the favor. I didn’t really know how to go about it except to imitate what she’d done, and go with what I was feeling. I kissed her on the mouth, those beautiful lips, and then on her cheek, her neck…

I didn’t take as much time as she had. I definitely spent awhile fondling her breasts and sucking on her hard nipples. There was something so natural and beautiful about that. She moaned and ground her hips up against me.

I reached down and tugged at her shorts. She lifted her butt off the bed and I stripped her completely naked. I expected to see a lot of hair, but there was just a small black strip at the top. Because she had kissed my legs all over, and because her legs were so tanned and beautiful, I decided to do the same.

It was not long before I was gazing at her pussy, spreading it open with my fingers. I had looked at mine in the mirror before, and Jasmine’s was very different. God, it was beautiful! It looked like some exotic flower. The lips were dark and perfectly shaped, and when I spread them apart, the inside was a bright pink. Jasmine was already breathing hard with anticipation when I lowered my tongue to her pussy. Her body immediately reacted to the touch.

I found the hard spot high within the lips and I began to swirl my tongue against it.

“Oh, Allison, my sweet girl,” she whimpered at me, “that feels so good.”

It thrilled me to hear those words. It excited me to excite her. As she began to tremble, I grasped her body with my hands, wanting to feel every bit of her pleasure. I was riding high. I tried all different ways of licking her and found the best one. It drove her wild.

“Oh, yes, lick it, baby,” Jasmine cried, clutching at my hair, grinding her hips against my face, and then she grabbed the back of my head with both hands as her legs stiffened. She whimpered and gasped, “I’m coming, Allison!”

I held on as she bucked against my face and moaned, reaching down between my own legs to rub my clitoris. It was almost instantaneous. Just as her orgasm subsided, I went off quietly. Moments later, I climbed up and lay down beside her.

Her dark eyes looked into mine with surprise. “That was something,” she said. “You’re quite a girl.”

“So are you,” I told her.

“I do love you…” Jasmine whispered as we rested in one another’s arms. I looked at her, and tears filled my eyes as we kissed.

We made love again that day, then we took a bath together and washed each other, and we talked about our lives. I spoke of not having a father, and not being able to remember him. I talked about how my mom treated me like her little girl, and how Rhonda liked to call me names and push me around.

Jasmine talked about having a black father and a white mother and how some people looked at them, and how some people treated her because she was mixed. She talked about how hard it was being different, no matter what it was that was different about you. As for Rhonda, she didn’t think I should take her treatment of me to heart. After all, we were sisters and we would be for life.

After we’d aired out my mother’s bedroom, clearing it of the female scents we created there, and cleaned up, I put on my nightgown and bathrobe — my stay-home-sick costume — and we spent our few last moments together in the kitchen, kissing and embracing by the door.

“I love you, Jasmine,” I told her.

“I love you, Allison,” she said. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Very soon.” And she left. I closed the door and leaned against it, smiling with a warm feeling deep inside. Whether it was two days or two weeks before I could be alone with her again, this day I had been in heaven. It had been a dream come true, even if part of the dream had at first made me a little hesitant or uncertain.

I know, I know, there are some of you who will say I was only eleven, and what did I know of love? And who was she, this fifteen-year-old girl, to get sexually involved with a girl of eleven, a child?

She was disturbed, you say, this Jasmine girl, and no matter what pleasure she gave me, she took my innocence. That is a lie. The taking of innocence is a slow process. It is teaching someone how to hate, how to lie, to cheat, to steal, to kill. I was a child, and you cannot take the innocence of a child.

*****

When Rhonda got home that afternoon, about twenty minutes later, she came in to see me eating a bowl of soup at the kitchen table. She set her books down and she reached over and petted my messy hair.

“Sorry about being such a bitch this morning, Ally,” she said. “So, did you puke?”

“Yeah,” I said, “but only once. It was this morning.”

“You know, Jasmine was absent today. She must have been sick, too.”

“Well,” I said, “I hope she’s okay.”

I turned my head and grinned, innocence intact…

The End

By Young Flower

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

The airs of autumn are now dancing from the subtly lit trees. Leaves change to the color of auburn, her color, as they come swift to the ground. I walked to school in a way that most kids never would, and I walked alone.

The trees bent high, shading the grass, and frosting it in the slightest. I had my friends to wait for me at school. They waited and waited, only to fling rocks at me, or shove garbage down my shirt. My friends would then laugh at me, and call me ugly. And then to nail the lid of my coffin shut, they would tell me they weren’t my friends.

I know why they hated me, and I will never forgive them for it. It was my chubby face. It was my bad tennis shoes that I wore all summer. It was the fact that my hair resembled a dead badger. Even though it is wrong of me to blame them, I cannot forgive them for these things.

My mother and father were deeply religious. I envied them for it, and wished that I could see the beauty in God and earth that they did. I did not believe, sadly, and was confused throughout the age of ten. I did not see it the way they did, and for that I felt somehow condemned to a life destined for hell eternal.

Gabriela is my name. I shall sign the devil’s book Gabriela C. Driftwood, and then shall stare envious as my parents relish in the supreme lifestyle of the high and mighty, who will look down with pretentious eyes and pity this soul, who could not understand Leviticus.

I crossed the schoolyard, and was tackled by two boys. One had in his hands a seed pod from a tree, which when broken open would produce the itchiest most painful welts possible. It was shoved down my back and instantly began itching. I started to scream at them, but they laughed and ran off into the building. I dropped my bag and began scratching my back. My eyes were watering from the pain, and when I went to rub them off, had rubbed the seeds into my eyes. I began sneezing, and fell to the ground out of pain. Nobody came for a solid hour.

I simply lay there crying my guts out, when finally the custodian came and rescued me, bless his bald head.

I sat in the nurse’s office, with my shirt off and my small breasts fully exposed to the empty room. The nurse had given me a wet cloth to wipe the seeds off. I felt so embarrassed by my exposure that I had locked the door, against the nurse’s wishes. I was to come out after the wiping was finished and then return to my class, after revealing who my bullies were.

I did not want to tell them. I never did, and was ridiculed even by the teachers that if I did not say, that I would be marked absent from my first class. It was no care for me, because at that moment I had decided to stab myself with the sharp knife in my parents’ kitchen drawer.

I was going to end it all that day, and there was nothing anybody could do about it. My parents would be at work until five. I would write my suicide letter, and leave it on the edge of the bed. I would kneel on the bed with the blade facing into my guts, and I would jab it deeply in. There would be pain for a moment, but then there would be silence, and then… who knows.

I walked into my class and saw someone sitting in my seat. This added to my anger. The teacher noticed this, and told the girl, “No, no, Sam. It’s the seat next to you that’s empty.”

She gasped, and stood up, then moved to the seat next to mine. I sat down with a downhearted look on my face, and paid no attention to the studies, whatever they were. I looked over at my seat partner every once in a while. She was so pretty. Her clothes were mismatched, and her hair was in even worse tatters than mine. But it was the color of her hair that got me. It was a wonderful red, like bright apples, and she had sweet dimples, and even glasses. It was an absolute shock to me when she looked over at me.

I pretended I hadn’t noticed, but inside my heart raced madly. I did not look up again for the next half hour till the recess bell rang. I wandered around the schoolyard, and soon found my hiding spot where nobody could find me. It was perfectly hidden with a thick wall, and here I could think.

It was at this wall where I learned the true art of philosophy. I would begin asking myself questions, but sadly had no one to answer them. The philosophy they teach in college is fake. This I know, because years later I would walk out of such a class. Ah! but you ask, “What of my death that day?”

There would ultimately be no death that day. For at the exact moment my mind was prepared to make it final, Sam burst around the corner, grinning at me through her glasses.

“Hi!” she chirped, “I’m Sam.” She sat down next to me, laying her backpack on its side. “What’s your name?”

“Gabriela,” I choked on the first syllable.

“I saw you walking to school this morning. My dad drove me in his truck,” she said.

“Oh.”

“I have to walk home today, though. Dad’s working late again. He has to keep working, he says. Otherwise we lose our home.”

“I’m sorry. Doesn’t your mom work?”

“My mom died when I was little. Actually I don’t remember her. Dad said it was something like cervic cancer or something like that.” She looked at my face. “Hey, you’ve been crying. You okay, Gabriela?”

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

“It wasn’t cause I sat in your seat, was it?” She seemed worried.

“No,” I laughed.

If any irony fits, it would be the delight I had in finding her in my seat. Any other soul would have been thrown to the fire of hatred. “I was crying cause some jerks shoved itching seeds down my back.”

“Oh, those things are horrible.” She laughed a little. “Hey, can I walk home with you today? My dad’s working late, and I hate being alone for so long.”

“Oh. Um, my mom says I can’t bring any friends over to my house. I’m not s’pose to.”

“Well, let’s tell her you’re coming over to mine, then.”

“Okay.” I assumed Mom wouldn’t care much about that.

“Meet you here after school,” she smiled.

In class I began to fantasize what a friend would be like. I loved her already, but couldn’t bring myself to see it immediately. I jotted things down, as if taking notes. What I was really doing was drawing little hearts.

I found her again after school ended, standing right at the spot, as if unmoved from it since we parted. “Hi Gabby,” she said.

It was an affectionate nickname that, before this moment, I did not possess. I felt my spirit lifting upwards. We walked down the street talking. The feeling I had was powerful, and I could not figure exactly what it was. It was love. There was little doubt there. But there was a whole other emotion I had never felt.

Her house came into view. It was trailer house just on the edge of the park. She fumbled with the keys for a minute, trying to unlock the door. Once inside it occurred to me in an instant that her dad was a true sportsman. He had a beautiful painting of a horse bearing a weary hunter, or soldier, on its back, drifting off to a sunset somewhere.

Sam dropped her backpack. “Okay, so what do you wanna do?” she asked.

“Do you have any movies?” I asked.

“A few of them, but I don’t wanna watch a movie right now.”

She looked around the room. “Hey, you wanna see my dad’s magazines?”

“Magazines?” I asked.

I really did come from a sheltered life. I was under the impression that her father collected National Geographic. We went into his room, and she pulled up the mattress to reveal about seven different magazines, each with nude women on the covers. She opened one of them (one that she must have looked at hundreds of times over.)

“This one’s weird. See, it’s got two girls having sex.”

She showed it to me. Sure enough, they were having sex. Their tongues dripped all over each other in such grotesque fashion as what I never imagined. It was exciting, though, as I imagined the two of us in that sort of pose together.

“Hey, you wanna try something like that?” Sam grinned. We were obviously on the same track.

My mind was blurry, and at first I wasn’t sure how I was going to answer her. I nodded at first, and then said, “Okay, but we hafta leave our clothes on.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once inside she closed the door and stared into my face. I was lost in her warm brown eyes. She moved in close to me and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No,” I told her. “Why, what’s it like?”

“I dunno… this is my first time, too. Do you love me?” she asked seriously.

“Yeah,” I said feeling the cool breath of her mouth on mine.

We moved in a little closer, and began kissing softly at first, but soon we grew braver, and began using our tongues to part our lips. Her glasses steamed up after a minute, and she giggled, taking them off.

“Let’s sit on the bed.” She set her glasses on the nightstand, and helped me down on the bed.

We began kissing again, deeper each time, and wrapping our bodies together. Finally she reached under my shirt, rubbing my bare back softly, still kissing deeply and kinda slobbery. My hands pushed her lower back against my crotch. After nearly five minutes of this she suggested, “Do you wanna take off your clothes now?”

I was still so scared to do this in front of anybody. It was wrong! It was going to send me to hell! But I was so caught up in the moment that I nodded, and immediately took my shirt off. I got brave and started playing with the seam of her pants. My fingers worked their way in, and soon found the button to undo them.

I tugged her zipper down, and watched as her pants fell straight down, and were kicked to the floor. Her panties were pink and had Strawberry Shortcake imprinted on them. I started playing with them, and soon found my hand inside touching Sam’s little nub.

“Mmm,” I said, bringing my face forward for another deep kiss.

Her hands made their way into my pants and touched me. I’ve never felt anything so amazing since that afternoon. It was as though everything in the world was perfect. I felt a cool wave of sweat, and we completely removed each other’s clothes.

It didn’t take long from this point, because almost instantly I felt myself moving to something intense. It was indescribable when, for the first time, I had an orgasm. Every part of me went stiff for a minute as I came in waves. Sam was coming too, and I could feel the dampness turn to wetness between her legs.

We sat there living the moment of our first love session.

“Oh my god,” Sam said, panting, wiping her hair back. She smiled at me, and leaned in for another sweet kiss. “I love you, Gabby.”

I heard her words in a trance. No one, not my parents, nor my teachers, nor any boy had ever said words to me like that.

“I love you too, Sam.”