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Amber, Chapter 1

  • Posted on June 19, 2017 at 1:32 pm

By Tater Tot

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

I rolled my eyes as I stopped in my daughter Amber’s door — a little shocked, but wanting to laugh at the same time. I leaned against the door frame, watching as she masturbated with her left hand. Her eyes were closed and her hand was moving furiously, flat as if trying to scrub herself, with an expression of frustration on her face.

Of course, she chose that exact moment to open her eyes and saw me standing there.

I sighed as she screamed, “Mom!” then turned and covered her face with a pillow.

“Amber, it’s okay,” I said as I walked over to stand by her. She didn’t even twitch. “Amber, honey, turn around, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I said again.

“Go away,” she mumbled into the pillow.

I sighed again, knowing exactly how this was going to go. Stay in her room all night, slink around me for days, then be angry and defensive for weeks. We went through this every time she became embarrassed. I wanted to pinch her just for the reaction, but I decided to give her a reason to be embarrassed instead.

Lying down next to her on my back, I flipped my skirt up, slipped a hand in my panties and started masturbating. I was actually a little wet from watching Amber play with herself, though her technique was anything but erotic. I pictured the time Dan and I had sex in the car, giving him a blow job, fucking on the car hood, then bending over and letting him fuck me in the ass until I had a screaming orgasm. Too bad he was a cheating son of a bitch, he was great in bed.

After a little while I wasn’t even aware of Amber — lost in my memories, riding the waves of pleasure I got from my clit and periodically inserting a finger. I didn’t try to delay it and reached an orgasm in less than ten minutes.

I came with a grunt and clenching of my pussy, then slowly drew my hand out and licked my finger clean as I opened my eyes. Amber gasped beside me, so I turned to see her facing me, wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open in shock.

Laughing, I said, “Yes?”

“Mom,” she gasped, “did you come?”

I twitched an eyebrow at the phrasing, but gave a laugh and said, “Of course, that’s why people masturbate. Why do you do it?”

She looked embarrassed, sad and frustrated at the same time as she said, “I try, but never have,” then turned her head away, blushing.

“Well,” I said, “it might have something to do with the way you’re doing it.”

Her head perked back up, but she was still blushing as she said, “I don’t know how, I tried…” then stopped, blushing harder.

I turned on my side to face her, head resting on my palm as I tried to decide what she was trying to say. “You tried… what?”

Her face stayed turned away as she said, “You know… putting… you know, a finger… well, putting it… sort of in… you know.”

I almost laughed but caught myself, knowing she would just turn away and sulk again. “Putting your finger in your pussy?” I asked.

She turned to face me and gasped, “Mom!”

That did get me to laugh, but I hurriedly said, “We’re talking about masturbating, honey, so saying ‘pussy,’ isn’t a bad thing. We’re both old enough to not be embarrassed by it.”

I could see the “old enough” statement helped, making her feel like an adult, so I continued, “You weren’t using a finger when I came in.”

She looked up from under her eyelashes and blushed some more as she said, “It just hurt to use my finger, and I had heard other girls say they rubbed themselves.” Giving me a frustrated look, she added, “But they can also see internet porn, and I can’t!”

I laughed again, but held up my hand when she started to get angry, saying, “Sorry, but I never thought of having porn blocked being a handicap.” Looking more directly at her I said, “Those girls were talking about rubbing their clits, or pushing against something to simulate sex, not actual rubbing like you were doing.”

She looked interested, then confused before saying, “I tried to find my clitoris, but I think I mustn’t have one.”

I giggled, then stroked her face and said “You’re young, and some girls have theirs hooded.”

Now she was getting thoughtful, something I’d seen a thousand times — give her some information she was interested in, and she would become focused until it drove you nuts. She cocked her head at me for a second then said, “So how do they have orgasms?”

Wow, guess this was the day for serious sex talk. Trying to get comfortable, I said “Well, penetration is one way, though you’ll want to try to be somewhat excited and wet before doing much. I find that kind of orgasm to be more satisfying, but it takes longer. Most girls use clitoral stimulation when masturbating, but it does make you more impatient over time.”

That was a lot of information, and I could see her trying to sort it out. She was pursing her lips in and out as she thought for a while, then said, “So what do you do to get excited?”

I could see she really didn’t get it, thinking it was a mechanical-type thing, how to touch yourself just right to achieve a specific result. “Honey,” I said, then waited for her to look at me. “When was the last time you became excited when not trying to masturbate?”

She blushed ferociously, causing me to blink, then smile as I waited to hear what was so embarrassing. Did she see a boy naked?

When she didn’t say anything, I said, “Baby, we’re talking about sex, I don’t think you have any reason to be embarrassed. What got you so excited? It’s important to know before I can tell you how it all works.”

She was looking around, acting trapped, but finally whispered, “My teacher.”

I nodded, remembering my own teenage crushes, and said, “Which one?”

Her head went all the way down until her face was in her pillow as she said, “Ms. Thompson.”

I blinked, then almost laughed again — but held it, knowing she wouldn’t handle it well at all. “Well, that’s normal. Most of us have girl crushes early on.”

She peeked up at me and said, “Really?”

I did laugh then and said, “Of course, I’ve had quite a few in my life, and still have them time to time.”

Amber blinked, dumbfounded I think, to realize her old mom was talking about lesbian urges. I wanted to giggle uncontrollably at her shock, but held it in again. When she had a moment she said “Wow. Okay… that’s… well, that’s… I don’t know.”

I wiggled an eyebrow at her, then said, “Anyway… the reason I asked is because when you masturbate you should be thinking about something that excites you, a scenario or fantasy that you live as you play with yourself.”

She blushed again at my words, but kept looking at me, thinking about what I was saying. She nodded to herself, then frowned and said, “What were you thinking when you just did… you know.”

Grinning, I said, “Masturbated?”

She gave me a shy smile and said, “Yeah, masturbated.”

“A time when your father and I had a lot of fun,” I answered.

She gave a half-nod again, but sort of sneered. I understood, she really didn’t much like Dan anymore, not that I could blame her. She thought for a while, then spoke distractedly as she thought out loud. “So you fantasize about something exciting, then when you’re excited, you use your fingers to make you more excited until you orgasm.”

It sounded so logical that I grinned, as she reminded me of me when I was at work solving a problem. Then she blushed and glanced at me, obviously remembering what her fantasy was about.

“It’s okay to think about a woman, Amber,” I said seriously. “Thinking about or even having sex with another woman isn’t evil. Just because you do doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian.”

She was still blushing, but she was looking quizzically at me, so I smiled and said, “Yes, your decrepit old mother has fantasized about women, and I had a girlfriend in college.”

That got a gasp of shock as she said, “Mom!” again.

I laughed at the expression on her face, but waited for her to get it together. She eventually pulled herself back and looked at me appraisingly, acting like I was someone she’d never seen before, so I shrugged and said, “So you fantasize about your teacher, then when you’re wet enough, try easing a finger in. Don’t push in too far, just enough to feel it. Try to tie the fantasy into the physical things you’re doing.”

She blushed as I sat up and moved toward the door. Stopping as I stepped out, I turned and said, “Have fun, but remember we’re going shopping tomorrow morning.”

Big blush, but she nodded.

I found myself masturbating to an orgasm that night, picturing Amber doing the same.

*****

We had fun the next day, though I caught her giving me a couple of appraising looks. The conversation had given her a lot to think about — but I didn’t say anything, though I was dying to know if she had her orgasm.

It wasn’t till that evening while I was in bed reading that Amber finally came to talk. She was wearing her pajamas, though they were looking a little young on her fourteen-year-old frame. She was going to have small breasts and they hadn’t grown big enough to really need a bra, as much as she wished they might. The growing she’d done this year had pushed her to five-four and caused her to look a little skinny, all long legs and arms.

I smiled at her and set my book down as she crawled in next to me, kept her face down and muttered, “It didn’t work.”

I slid down to lie next to her and said, “Tell me.”

She kept her eyes down as she said, “I did what you said. It sort of worked, but I didn’t orgasm. At least I never felt anything like people say.”

I shook my head and pushed the hair out of her face, thinking about what to say. How do you tell someone how to orgasm? It seemed natural to me. The talk was actually making me a little horny, which is probably why I suggested what I did.

“Do you want me to help, baby?” I asked.

She looked up at me questioningly, then blushed and said, “Could you? How?”

This was my last chance to stop, and I didn’t take it. “I’ll try to talk you through a fantasy and touch you, so you know how to do it. Once you have an orgasm, you’ll be able to do it yourself.”

She really blushed, but nodded her head immediately. “Well, turn off the lights and crawl in with me,” I said.

Amber jumped up and flipped the lights off, and came back to slide under the covers. I set my book aside and pulled her close to me, spooning her from behind. Placing an arm around her I propped my head on some pillows by her ear and said, “So, honey, I’ll describe a fantasy, then touch you until you become wet. When you are, I’ll use a finger until you come. Okay?”

She was gasping a little in excitement as she said, “Okay.”

Putting my hand on her stomach, I started rubbing in soft circles.

“You’re at school, in Ms. Thomson’s room. It’s after school and you have to stay late to talk about grades. She walks in, then shuts and locks the door before sitting at her desk. You walk up to stand beside her when she waves you forward. She tells you that your grades could be better, and you need to work harder.

“She takes your hand and pulls you closer until you’re standing between her legs, looking down at her. She tells you that she could probably help you with your grades if you want, then reaches around and puts her hand on your ass.” I reach down and rest my hand on her ass cheek, then start rubbing it slowly as I continue. “You’re staring at her as you nod and say, ‘Yes, Ms. Thomson, I would like your help.’ She smiles and brings her hand around to the front of your legs.” I slide my hand off her ass and around to the front of her thigh, squeezing it softly. “She tells you that if you do what she wants, she can make sure your grades get better.”

Amber gave a soft gasping moan as she seemed to realize she had stopped breathing for a second, then started panting a little as I continued.

“You nod again and say, ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Her hand slides up slowly as she stares into your eyes, then finally rests on your pussy.” My hand did that, resting on the outside of her pajama bottoms, pressing into the hot center of her pussy. Amber made a soft groan and twitched her hips forward and back once.

“Ms. Thomson’s hand slides to the top of your pants as she says, ‘Would you like to earn an A this semester?’ You nod again as her hand slides slowly into your pants, easing under your panties.” My hand did the same, sliding in, pushing under the waistband of her panties. “Her fingers touch the top of your wet pussy and she says, ‘Are you willing to work hard and do what I say, Amber?'” My hand reached her wet slit, drawing a loud moan from her as her whole body twitched.

I continued whispering, “Her finger rests against your wet slit as you nod excitedly at her. She smiles as her finger runs up and down your wet pussy, making you so wet and excited. You can see her breasts down her blouse, and how her nipples are standing up as her finger presses against your pussy.”

My finger was sliding up and down Amber’s wet pussy, and continued to do so as I spoke. “Ms. Thomson slides her hand out and unbuttons your pants, sliding them and your panties down, exposing your wet pussy to her, making her lick her lips in excitement. She moves you over to sit on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs as she says, ‘What do you want me to do now, Amber?’”

I stopped talking as my finger moved up and down, pressing harder as her juices flowed. I almost giggled as she mumbled, “Eat me.”

I slid my middle finger in slightly, though she was so tight that it took effort to push up to the first joint as I said, “Ms. Thomson lets her head slide between your legs, and her tongue comes out to push into your wet pussy.”

Amber came at that point, moaning loudly and pushing her hips hard against my hand, humping it a couple of times as she grunted and moaned. She was panting hard when she finally relaxed, so I pulled my hand away, bringing it to my mouth as she turned onto her back and watched me lick my fingers clean.

Her eyes were half closed as she watched, her face totally relaxed. I snuggled her close and said, “And that’s an orgasm.”

She fell asleep almost immediately. I waited a moment, then fingered myself to an orgasm, reliving what had just happened.

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Nothing To Be Ashamed Of

  • Posted on June 17, 2017 at 12:29 pm

By Anne

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

“Hon, your father and I are leaving now. We left some money on the counter if you girls want to order a pizza or something later. Your sister and Jamie are in her room studying. Be good.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom, have fun.”

“Don’t stay up too late, we’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”

After my parents left, I went upstairs to my room. On the way, I could hear my sister and her friend Jamie giggling in her room. Sometime later, I heard the front door open, and I knew that Jamie had left.

“Whatcha watchin’?” My sister asked as she burst through my door.

“Nothing, really. Did you guys get any studying done in there?”

“Not really. Jamie was on about her new boyfriend.”

I didn’t say anything and just stared at the television.

“You hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Me either.” She flopped down next to me on my bed. “I’m bored.”

Again, I ignored her.

“Are you a virgin?”

“What?”

“Have you ever had sex before?”

“I know what a virgin is. Why are you asking me that?”

“Well, Jamie was telling me that she had sex with her boyfriend, and I didn’t want to seem as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.”

“So, you told her you’re not a virgin.”

“Well, not exactly, but I didn’t tell her I was either. I mean, I’m almost 19, and I didn’t want to seem lame or something.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.”

“So, you’re still a virgin too.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So, you’re not?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST FORGET IT! I’M SORRY I EVEN TRIED TO TALK TO YOU! NEVER MIND!”

She got up and stormed out of my room. I heard her slam the door to her bedroom, and turn the radio on loudly. I felt bad for dismissing her the way I had. I guess I just wasn’t used to talking to my sister about anything serious. I figured I should go and make things better.

I walked into her room and turned off the radio. She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, and hugging her pillow.  “What do you want?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

“Well, you succeeded.”

“I know. Listen, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. You shouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“I don’t. Well, at least I didn’t until Jamie told me about her boyfriend, and I just wonder, I mean I want to know what it feels like.” I sat next to her on the bed, and she continued. “I’m probably the only eighteen-year-old virgin on the planet.”

“I’m sure you’re not.” I paused for a second, contemplating what I should say. “It hurts like hell.” Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.

“You’ve done it before?”

“Just once. And it hurt real bad. It wasn’t anything like I expected.”

“Who was it with?”

“Do you remember that guy John I went out with in high school?”

“The guy with the long hair that you met at Ashley’s party?”

“Yeah.”

“Him?”

I nodded.

“Oh my god! He was foul! I can’t even believe that you even went out with that loser.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? He was just different, I guess. Besides, he was kind of cute.”

“Well, if you say so.”

“Alright, maybe not.” We both laughed.

“I can’t believe that you did it with him.”

“Believe me, I’d much rather have forgotten all about it. I wish it never even happened.”

“So, what did it feel like?”

“I told you, it hurt.”

“That’s it? It hurt? Jamie said it’s like the best feeling in the world.”

“Well, I mean some of it was nice, but mostly it was just, I don’t know, but it definitely wasn’t what I expected.”

“What did you like about it?”

“Well… I can’t believe we are talking about this. I don’t know. I liked when he kissed me. He kissed my breasts and…”

“And what?”

“Well, he… you know…”

“He went down on you?”

“Yeah.”

“What did it feel like?”

“It felt good, I guess.”

“Did you have an orgasm?”

“No. He wasn’t really… I don’t know, it was kind of fast, and not really doing it right, I guess. Then he just wanted to stick it in me, and it just hurt from there on out.”

“So, you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Of course I have, just not from him.”

“So, with who?”

“With… well… no one… you know.”

“No. How?”

“Wait a minute. Are you telling me you’ve never… had an orgasm?”

She didn’t say anything.

“Haven’t you ever, you know, played with yourself?”

“Oh my god, you do that?”

“Oh my god, you don’t?”

“No. I mean I… Once It felt… well, I felt… I don’t know, and I touched it, but, I don’t know, I just felt stupid.”

“Oh sweetie. My god, you must be going crazy. There’s nothing to feel stupid about. Everybody does it.”

“Really?”

“Really. I can’t believe you’ve never done it. Don’t you ever think about sex?”

“Yes, all the time.”

“And doesn’t it get you horny?”

“I guess so. I mean, yeah.”

“Let me show you something.”

I walked over to her computer and turned it on. I got online and punched up a web site all about female masturbation. We scrolled through all the different sections. We got to a part of the site where different people would write in and describe their favorite methods. As we read through, I would comment on each one, telling her which ones I liked, and which ones to try.

After a while, I started to feel really comfortable with her. I know it sounds strange, her being my sister and all, but we never talked about this stuff before, obviously. I also noticed that the topic of conversation, and the stories of all these different women pleasuring themselves was getting me in the mood for a little “self love” of my own.

“I can’t believe you’ve done all these things!” She must have said that like ten times. “How about this one?”

“Yeah. I told you, I’ve read this before, and tried most of these things.”

She just laughed, and continued to scroll through the stories. I could tell she was intrigued by what she was reading, and judging by the way she was fidgeting in her seat, I think she was getting a little horny as well.

“Well, I think my work here is done.” I stood up to leave. “Have fun. Let me know if you get hungry; mom left money for pizza.”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I thought I would go back to my room, so you could do your homework!” I laughed.

“Oh my god! I’m not gonna do this!”

“Why not? I think you probably should. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do. You’d better get to it or you might explode soon.”

“Very funny. I’m not doing this while you’re here.”

“Well, that’s why I’m leaving…”

“No, I mean… It’ll be weird. I mean, you’ll be in the next room, and you would know what I was doing, and I… That would be weird.”

“Would you rather I go downstairs then?”

“NO! It won’t make a difference if you walk to Alaska, you’d still know what I was doing.”

“Okay, well, suit yourself. I’ll be in my room, playing with myself!”

“SHUT UP! No, you won’t!”

“Why not? This whole conversation put me in the mood. And besides, I’ve just told you everything I do. I don’t think there’s anything to be ashamed of anymore.”

“So, you’re just gonna go in your room and masturbate, knowing I’m right here?”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. See, now you won’t know for sure, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of!” I laughed again and turned to walk out the door.

“Wait!” My sister got up, ran towards me and hugged me. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Let me know how it goes.”

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. Just as I was about to walk out the door she stopped me again. “Anne?”

I turned to face her.

“What do you think about when you do it?”

“I don’t know. Sex stuff, I guess.”

“Do you ever think about girls?”

“Sometimes, I guess. Why?”

“You do? Are you…?”

“No! I like guys! But I think about women sometimes too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Sometimes I’m a little curious to know what it would be like, I guess.”

She didn’t say anything, and I could tell she was thinking really hard.

“Whatever you think about when you do it is okay. It doesn’t make you weird or anything, and the best part is that it’s just for you to know. That’s why it’s a fantasy.”

“What about me?”

“What do you mean? What about you?”

“I mean… never mind. Forget it.”

“What? Tell me. What about you?”

“Do you ever think about… me?”

I didn’t know what to say. I surely didn’t see that one coming! And the truth was that I actually had thought about her before.

It was the first time I think I ever really admitted it to myself. Ever since last year, we were swimming together at some friends of our parents’ house. She looked pretty sexy in her bathing suit, and I even caught a few glimpses of her tits when her suit slipped down after diving in the pool. Ever since then, images of my sister would sneak their way into my thoughts when I was masturbating, and usually brought me over the edge, harder than ever. I just thought maybe it turned me on because it was something so wrong, and… I don’t know, “taboo.”

I had to face the fact that I did indeed think of her that way sometimes, and I hated myself for it. And to make matters worse, I realized that it was probably not just the topic of conversation that had me turned on so much that afternoon, but the fact that it was my sister who added to my sexual excitement.

I was lost in my thoughts.

“Never mind. That was a stupid question.”

Not really, I thought to myself. God, if she only knew! There was no way I could tell her. She’d probably think I was a freak… But… then why did she ask?

“Why?… I mean, why did you ask me that?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. It was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t! It’s just that… well, when you said you were gonna go do it, I thought about you… I mean, I thought about you doing it… and… it… well, it kind of… I don’t know… I’m sorry. Please, don’t think I’m weird, I couldn’t help it.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all. I guess it’s pretty normal. I mean, we just spent like two hours talking about stuff with each other, I’m sure the idea of it turned you on a little bit. It’s okay, you’re not weird.”

“So, thinking about my own sister while I play with myself wouldn’t be weird?”

“Okay, maybe it is, but then I guess we are both freaks.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you wouldn’t be alone in having those thoughts.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth that I felt my stomach jump. I thought my knees would give out and tumble me to the floor. I grabbed on to the door frame for support, and we both stood in silence for a good minute. “Well, I guess I’ll be in my room if you want me.” We both laughed out loud, and that eased the tension greatly. “Well, you know what I mean.” I turned to leave, but then stopped. “Unless…” I turned around to face my sister who was now sitting on the bed.

“What?”

I walked toward my sister and sat next to her on the bed. I slowly reached my hands up to my breasts, and started to pinch and squeeze my already stiff nipples through my T-shirt. I stared directly at her and watched as her eyes darted hurriedly across my chest. I quickly slid my shirt over my head, and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts bounce freely in front of her. After throwing the clothes on the floor, I resumed teasing my bare breasts.

Her mouth hung slightly open, her eyes finally settled on mine. She followed my lead, and her hands began clumsily stroking her breasts through her shirt.

I slid one hand down and began rubbing myself between my legs through my jeans. I was pressing hard through the thick denim, but was not getting the full effect. I stood up and quickly slid my jeans to the floor. I got back on the bed and knelt just a foot from my sister, naked except for my panties. I thrust my hips forward, arched my back slightly, and let my hands resume their previous positions on my body. I gasped slightly when my hand met my cotton-covered pussy.

My sister’s eyes were still rushing over my body, trying to see everything at once, as her hands, now more rapidly, fondled her breasts almost as if on their own. I could see a small dark spot growing on the cotton shorts between her legs.

I slowly brought my other hand down from my breasts and rolled my panties down, exposing the bare skin just above my pussy. I slid both hands down the front of my underwear, moaning at the familiar feeling of my own touch. I gently stroked my throbbing clit with one hand, as the other sought out my opening and gently slipped a finger inside me. My hips began to move back and forth in rhythm, my eyes never leaving my sister’s.

My mind was spinning with lust as I masturbated for my little sister, who was frozen in her place in front of me. She was obviously enjoying the show. My breasts pressed together between my arms, as my hands busily worked on my aching pussy.

“Take your clothes off and join me. I’ll show you what to do.”

She jumped when I spoke, and her stare moved away from me as if she was caught looking at something she shouldn’t have been.

“It’s okay, hurry.”

She moved slowly as if she were in a trance, and removed her shirt and bra. Her tits were magnificent. Soft and firm, with beautiful light pink nipples pointing straight out. They were at least a full c-cup, and shaped perfectly. She stretched her legs out in front of her, and slid off her shorts. Her feet briefly touched my legs, and we both jumped as if we had crossed over to something we shouldn’t have. She pulled her legs back quickly, and tucked her knees tightly into her chest.

“It’s okay, let me see.”

She slowly slid her legs back out, and let one clumsily slip off the bed. My heart raced as my eyes fell on her neatly shaved pussy. I almost came right there. I quickly pulled my hands out from between my legs and leaned towards her. I pulled her foot underneath me and rested my pussy against her toes. She tried to pull her foot away again, but I held it there until she gave in.

I grabbed her hand and put it over her pussy, and guiding it with my own, I began to slowly move it up and down. She gasped and twitched as her own fingers touched her clit for the first time. Her hand began to move on its own, and I let go.

In an almost curious manner, her other hand grabbed for my breast, and she began to squeeze lightly, and her touch sent shocks through my body. I flinched slightly, and she quickly pulled her hand away.

“It’s okay. You can touch me if you want.”

I grabbed her hand and placed in back on my tit, and her hand began to lovingly caress my nipple. The sensation was indescribable, and I immediately threw my hand back down my panties and started to rub my clit as fast as I could.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and the wet crackling of our fingers rushing over our pussies.

I was nearing my orgasm when I had noticed both my sister’s hands grabbing at my tits. Without thinking, I pulled her head towards me, guiding my tit into her mouth. Her lips clasped around my nipple, and sucked like a starving baby looking for milk. My other hand instinctively made its way between her legs, and sought out her clit. She screamed through a mouthful of my breasts when my fingers glided across her clit. It felt wonderful to touch another pussy.

She threw her arms around me and bucked her hips uncontrollably as I fingered us both to orgasm. I came first, and almost fell right on top of my sister, as my whole body felt like it would collapse from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. My sister came moments later. I held her close to me as her body shook and bucked under my touch. I whispered words of encouragement to her as she came, all the while never releasing my tit from her eager mouth. She finally collapsed in my arms and fell backwards, pulling me on top of her.

My natural instinct kicked in, and I put my lips to hers. She met me with no resistance, and soon our tongues were swirling around one another’s in a frenzy of lust.

Our kissing became more comfortable, more passionate. We began to lick and bite one another’s neck and ears, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. We were both obviously so caught up in the passion of the moment, that we never even had time to think that what we were doing was wrong in any way. We didn’t contemplate our actions, or the repercussions that we would most likely be faced with afterwards. We just let ourselves become consumed with the intense passion and lust filling us, and it was beautiful.

As our kissing grew more intense, we let our hands wander, and explored each other’s bodies. My hips were soon grinding against my sister’s, her hands pushing and pulling me across her bare pussy. She pulled at my panties, indicating to me to remove them. I lifted my ass in the air, and we both slid them down my legs and off. I slowly lowered myself back on top of her, and shivered as my bare pussy pressed down on her neatly trimmed mound. Our breasts mashed together as we both began grinding our hips into one another. Her hands grabbed firmly around my ass, pulling me into her, as she thrust her hips to meet mine.

We fucked hard for several minutes, but we both needed more. I worked my way down my sister’s body, until my lips were inches away from her swollen pussy. I could feel her shaking with anticipation as I teased her waiting pussy, gently running my tongue over her lips.

Momentarily unsure of myself, I gently explored every inch of her pussy with my fingers and tongue. I gently slid my finger inside her, as my tongue focused on her swollen clit. I tried to concentrate on how It would feel of she was doing the same thing to me. As she began to react, I knew I was doing something right, and I grew more confident and aggressive.

The taste of her pussy was intoxicating. I can remember thinking that I never knew how guys could ever do this to a girl, and how gross it must be, but now I understood. I couldn’t get enough of her. I removed my finger from inside her, and fucked her with my tongue, straining to get as deep as I could. The more I tasted, the more I wanted. I let my fingers slide across her clit, and she was soon bucking her hips and moaning loudly. I could feel her tighten around my mouth, and my tongue was soon bathing in a flood of her juice. I struggled to get every last drop, but her legs were soon clasping around my head, and she was pulling me away from her.

“Stop! I can’t take anymore!”

I knew she had become sensitive, and moved away from her begrudgingly.

She struggled to speak between gasps of air. Her chest was pounding into the air, and her head was rolling back and forth. She quickly placed her hand over her pussy as soon as I moved my head away.

“Oh my God, that was fucking awesome.” Her body tensed up, as her legs stretched out in front of her. “It still feels like you’re there.” She squealed as her body shook and she gasped for air.

I knelt beside her, stroking her arm in comfort, as she slowly began to settle down. I couldn’t help but feel proud of a job well done.

“That was amazing. I didn’t know anything could feel that good.” She spoke softly, and her voice was cracking.

“Me either,” I said, smiling.

“Not bad for my first time, I guess.”

She tried to sit up, but I put my hand on her chest and held her down. She didn’t resist.

“Let me do you.”

“There’ll be plenty of time later. Just relax.”

I lay beside her and pulled her close to me. She rolled into me, rested her head on my chest, and began to drift off to sleep. I gently stroked my clit until I came again, trying hard not to make a sound, and soon fell asleep myself.

I woke up a few hours later. The room was dark and I was alone. It took a few seconds for me to remember why I was there and what had happened earlier. As I thought about it, my stomach jumped, and I couldn’t help but smile. I picked my head up to see where my sister could have gone. I pulled myself out of the bed. My muscles ached. I didn’t bother to dress, as I headed out of the room looking to see where my sister could be.

The house was dark and quiet. I realized I was starving, and went to the kitchen to order a pizza. When I got there, I noticed that the money Mom left was missing. I really wanted to be mad at my sister, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to be upset, so I just shrugged it off, and decided to take a shower.

I had just got under the hot water when I heard the front door slam shut. A few minutes later, my sister walked into the bathroom.

“I got dinner. Hurry down before it gets cold.”

She shut the door before I could answer. I was a little put off by her abruptness, and wondered if she was regretting what had happened. As I washed up, I also wondered why I wasn’t. I thought that it was probably to be expected that we would feel ashamed about the things that happened, but I didn’t. On the contrary, I felt amazing, almost invigorated, and I started to feel that maybe she didn’t feel the same way. I hurried out of the shower, to find out.

As I opened the bathroom door, I heard my sister’s voice as if she was speaking to someone, and familiar giggles coming from the kitchen. I instantly felt a wave of relief wash over me as I recognized that she was with Jamie. Most likely, it was the reason for her abruptness. I quickly threw on some shorts and a shirt and headed downstairs.

“Hey, Anne. I went to get us some pizza, but Jamie talked me into Chinese.” She gave me a little smile, assuring me that everything was okay.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I invited myself along,” Jamie said.

“The more the merrier,” I said.

My sister quickly rolled her eyes in my direction to indicate that she had no choice in the matter. I had already figured that out for myself.

Jamie has been friends with my sister ever since they were young. She’s a nice girl, but she’s always been a little… pushy, shall we say? She’s the kind of girl who has always “been there and done that,” and knows everything about everything. Other than that, though, she’s okay.

I sat myself down and dug into a box of lo-mein, as we listened to Jamie go on, seemingly without breathing, about how her boyfriend stood her up that evening to go hang out with his friends. My sister and I pretended to be listening, as we exchanged smiles across the table. Jamie continued, not missing a detail, as I buried my foot in my sister’s crotch under the table, delighting in her obvious lack of comfort. She glared at me across the table, telling me with her eyes to cut it out, and I just smiled back at her with a mouth full of noodles.

“…And I would probably just forget about him, but he’s really good in bed. He’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!”

This seemed to catch our attention.

“Yeah? He’s that good?” I asked.

“Oh my God, he’s amazing!”

“Does he make you come every time?”

“Anne!”

“What? She said he was amazing. I just wanted to know!”

“The other night I came like four times in a row!”

“Four times! Wow, that’s pretty good! How big is he?”

Jamie gestured with her hands to indicate he was about six or seven inches long.

“Not bad,” I said. “Why don’t you loan him to my sister, she could use a good man to fuck her. She’s still a virgin.”

“ANNE!”

“What?”

Jamie was silent for the first time since I’ve known her.

“I can’t believe you!”

I could tell my sister was mad, but not really. I think she also found it tough to get mad at me the way she used to.

“What? It’s no big deal!”

She didn’t say anything, and Jamie took it as an opportunity to jump in.

“You can fuck him if you want. I know he wouldn’t mind. He’s always asking me if you would be into having a threesome.”

“See, there you go.”

“Eeeew… are you serious? He wants to us to have a threesome?”

“Well, of course! He’s a guy! Every guy’s fantasy is to have two chicks at once.”

“She’s right about that, sis!”

“Well, I’m flattered, but I think I’ll pass,” said my sister.  “That would just be too weird.” I laughed so hard, I almost shot noodles out my nose. They both just stared at me. “Besides, I get all the sex I need.”

“I thought you were a virgin?” Jamie asked.

“Well, technically I guess, but I’m satisfied.”

“Playing with yourself in the bathroom doesn’t count, you know. Although it is fun!”

“I’m not talking about that. In fact I don’t do that either.”

“So then how are you satisfied? What, are you gonna tell me you’re a lesbo?” Jamie laughed to herself. My sister raised her eyebrows and shoveled some food into her mouth. “Oh, please! You are so full of shit! I’ve known you forever! I think I’d know if you were a lesbo! Who could you possibly be fucking that I wouldn’t know about? There’s no one we even know who would be into anything like that…”

“Well, if you must know, I fucked Anne just this afternoon, and it was awesome. My sister ate my pussy so good I almost passed out! As a matter of fact, I was planning on returning the favor after we ate.”

I was completely shocked! I couldn’t believe she just said that to her best friend, as if it was the most natural thing in the world!

“You’re fucked up!” Jamie said. “That’s just gross!’

My sister laughed. “You asked!”

“Oh, right! I’m supposed to believe you and your sister fuck each other!”

“First of all, she is not gross, and if you don’t believe me, ask her.”

She grabbed my foot, and I pulled away immediately, banging my knee hard on the table.

“She’s had her foot buried in my pussy for the past fifteen minutes, rubbing my clit with her toes! And I probably would have come if she kept it there!”

She reached under the table and grabbed my leg, almost pulling me out of my chair and stuffing my foot back into her crotch.

Jamie sat speechless once again, as it became obvious to her that my sister wasn’t lying. My sister just kept on eating as if nothing ever happened. I sat in disbelief, staring directly into my container of food, pretending as if nothing was happening. I couldn’t help but smile at the situation, and struggled to keep from laughing. Jamie just looked back and forth at both of us in disbelief, waiting for a sign that we were kidding.

“Oh, please. You are so full of shit! You actually almost had me believing you fuck your own sister!”

“Suit yourself. You don’t have to believe me.”

“Cut it out already! You’re grossing me out!”

No one spoke.

“Okay then. If I’m supposed to believe you and Anne are lovers, then prove it!” Jamie sat back with a knowing smirk on her face.

“I have nothing to prove to you. I don’t care if you believe me or not!”

“That’s what I thought!” Jamie said. “Now, cut it out.”

I looked up across the table at my sister and smiled, as Jamie went back to her food. My sister caught my eye and smiled. I quickly threw myself over the table and planted my lips firmly on my sister’s. We were soon making out, obviously swirling our tongues around one another’s, and putting on a hell of a show. My sister grabbed me firmly by the back of my head, as I reached across and gave her tits a firm squeeze with both my hands.

“Oh, my God!” Jamie said. We ignored her as she quickly jumped up from the table. “That’s fucking gross!”

My sister broke our kiss and turned to face Jamie. “I told you I wasn’t lying.”

Jamie stood there with her mouth open in disbelief.

“You should stick around, and we could have a threesome. I’m sure my sister won’t mind.”

“The more the merrier!” We both laughed.

“C’mon, Jamie. She’s amazing! Let her eat your pussy while I eat hers. It’ll be fun!”

Jamie ran out of the house so fast, we barely saw her go. We both laughed so hard we almost passed out.

“I can’t believe you told her all that!”

“Well, I didn’t expect her to actually believe it! And I really didn’t expect you to attack me! I was only bluffing!”

“So, what are we gonna do now? She’ll probably never talk to you again!”

“I’m not worried.”

“Well, what if she goes and tells all your friends.”

“She won’t. And besides, who’s really gonna believe her?”

“So, what do we do now?”

My sister smiled and pulled me into the living room by the hand and threw me on the couch. She pulled my shorts off, and my pussy buzzed with anticipation. She quickly spread my legs apart and dove her tongue into my pussy. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. She licked and sucked my clit until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed two fists of her hair, and my ass flew off the couch slamming into her mouth as I exploded hard. It felt as if her tongue was in my belly, working to get every last drop out of me.

I opened my eyes briefly, and caught a glimpse of Jamie out of the corner of my eye, standing behind my sister. Her eyes widened, and I noticed that her hand was down in her pants, furiously working between her legs. I pulled my sister’s head up from between my legs, and turned her around in Jamie’s direction.

“That’s so fucking hot… uuugh.” Jamie came, and fell down to her knees, as she continued to rub herself for all she was worth.

My sister and I got up and helped Jamie stand up. She looked at both of us, then smiled as we hurried upstairs to the bedroom.

The End

 

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Tabitha’s Initiation, Part Two

  • Posted on June 15, 2017 at 12:15 pm

In the House

By Amy K.

My aunt and uncle went to bed at about 12:30 am, and sent the rest of us off to our rooms. I, as always, was fortunate enough to be sharing Samantha’s bed. Tabitha, however, was in the room just across the hall from us. We knew that it would take about half an hour for their parents to fall asleep, and in the interest of plausible deniability we had Tabitha wait in her room until then.

Samantha and I passed the time lying in each other’s arms and talking. We quietly discussed our plans for what was to come, and tried to comfort each other’s nervousness with gentle caresses and soft kisses.

At about 1:00 am we could hear my uncle snoring, even from down the hall. As always we giggled at the thought of Samantha’s mom wearing earplugs against the ruckus.

We waited a few moments longer to prepare ourselves for the undertaking, and tried to contain our sudden mutual need to giggle with nervous anticipation. But finally, as Samantha took my hand, and led me to the door, I knew that there was no turning back.

“Ready?” she whispered.

I nodded, and gave my cousin a quick kiss, squeezing her hand reassuringly as I did so. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded, and gulped loudly as Samantha pulled open her bedroom door.

Outside in the hall it was mostly dark, except for the silvery light from the moon outside, shining dimly through the ancient tree that mostly obscured the hall window. Above my uncle’s snoring we could hear the rhythmic sound of crickets, and used the noise to cover our quiet footsteps across the hardwood floor to Tabitha’s bedroom.

Samantha paused just outside her sister’s door, and took a deep breath as she grasped the doorknob. She glanced over at me with a nervous smile, and mouthed the words, “Here we go,” before turning it and pushing open the door.

Inside Tabitha’s bedroom the air was slightly cooler. Glancing around I noticed that both her windows were wide open, and a gentle breeze was blowing at the curtains before moving on to play across the flimsy fabric of Samantha’s nightgown. I smiled as I noticed her nipples stand out against the material, and would have said something if not for the intense look upon my cousin’s face.

I followed my cousin’s gaze, and saw sweet little Tabitha asleep in her bed. The girl seemed so innocent lying there just under a single sheet, the sound of her soft breathing almost as alluring and inviting as the way her almost shoulder length dark red hair framed her young pretty face.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I inquired into Samantha’s ear with a soft whisper as I held her from behind.

“Almost breathtaking,” she agreed wistfully and reached back to caress the side of my face affectionately, “She reminds me a little of you when we’re younger. I almost miss you being so innocent.”

“Yeah,” I agreed thoughtfully, “But I never much liked being naïve. I’m glad you there to teach me. I very much doubt I’d be the same person today without your guidance, Sam.”

My cousin sighed happily and leaned back a little to increase our physical contact. “I love you,” she whispered almost to herself as I slowly ran my hands closer and closer to her breasts.

“I’d be lost without that knowledge as well,” I added, giving Samantha a gentle kiss on the neck, “And yes, I very much love you too, Sam, I really do…”

We both stood there quietly for several minutes holding each other, watching Tabitha as she slept, peacefully oblivious to our voyeurism or the fact that my fingers were slowly and carefully running across her older sister’s breasts until her nipples ached for my touch.

I smiled contentedly as Samantha slouched a little and held her breath. She tilted her head back and towards me, letting me hear her softly breathed exclamations in my ear. Her sweet voice increased slightly in pitch as I finally took both of her hard erect nipples between my fingers and gently rubbed them.

In response my cousin reached back with both hands, lifting up my nightgown to take hold of my ass cheeks and squeezed firmly as I fondled her teasingly. “Harder…” she breathed, but I knew what I was doing.

Samantha’s nipples were notoriously resistant to pressure, and the harder I squeezed them, the more she seemed to enjoy it. But for the moment, I was content to simply rub them gently between my fingers, occasionally applying just enough pressure to twist them and cause her to shiver with excitement. I kept her there for several moments, enjoying the way she kneaded my small firm bottom with her strong fingers. I knew that my cousin was probably getting moist between her legs by now, as I seen her on several occasions come merely by having me fondle her breasts and tweak her sensitive nipples in just the right way. In fact, I was curious to see just how quietly she could come, seeing as I’d neglected to close the door behind us.

I couldn’t help giggle at my own sense of naughtiness, and wondered if perhaps my cousin would take me over her knee on the next occasion that we found ourselves alone together. The thought sent chills through me, and I inadvertently pinched Samantha’s nipples as hard as I could all at once, causing her to gasp loudly and bite down a little painfully on my earlobe.

Her whole body shook visibly for a few seconds as she turned and pushed me up against the wall. In our somewhat awkward position Samantha pinned me in place with her body as she tried not to cry out. I could feel her tongue playing across my ear as she panted softly, as she squeezed my ass harder, and rubbed her own against me in time with her breathing.

I could only push back against her, spreading my legs as best I could, trying to allow her motions to rub against my clit as I twisted and pinched her nipples in random patterns.

“Oh, oh yesss..!” Samantha hissed, suddenly biting her tongue and letting out a short, cute little whine, as the sensations I was invoking became completely undeniable.

“Do — ohh! Do you like it?” I inquired, my breathing becoming almost as irregular as Samantha’s in response to her rubbing her body against mine, while I watched the sleeping form of her sweet little sister.

“Oh! Mmmm, are you ever going to get it, li-! Oooh, little girl!” she managed and brought her hands back up to guide my fingers.

I knew that I’d been neglecting the better part of her nicely shaped C-cup breasts, but my cousin made certain that I made up for my indiscretion by pressing against my fingers, urging me to fondle and knead the entirety of her tits. I teasingly resisted the pressure that she applied to my fingers, pushing back and not allowing Samantha the sensations she truly desired.

My cousin made a low sound of mock disapproval, forcing my fingers down hard against her skin. I giggled quietly in her ear, and gave it a teasing nibble as I let her close to of my fingers on either side of her nipples.

Samantha gasped loudly, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out as I squeezed her nipples as tightly as I could, then twisted them between my fingers. I felt her stagger a little, so I began pressing up and down upon the entirety of her firm breasts in a random pattern so that my cousin would have just a bit more to focus on.

“Mmm. So good…” sighed Samantha, her breathing becoming a steady panting as I continued to coax her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Do you suppose she’s really asleep?” I inquired into Samantha’s ear, causing my cousin immediately reach down with both hands and take a firm grip of my hips as her body writhed in ecstasy.

“Oh, don’t…” she pleaded in a whisper, and I could feel the sweat that was forming on her brow as my cousin tried to kiss me on the lips but only managed to hit my cheek, “You know I can’t handle… ohhh, Amy!”

“I know, my love,” I teased, twisting both her breasts in opposite directions with my firm but gentle grip, “but just think… Little Tabby may have her hands under her nightie and we’d never know! She might be silently playing with her sweet little pussy as she watches her big sister coming… Do you suppose that anything so naughty is possible from someone as sweet and innocent as Tabitha, Sam?”

My cousin’s whole body shook almost violently as she stood like a statue for several moments. I couldn’t even hear her breath as my cousin closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth.

“You okay?” I giggled mischievously, hoping to make her slip up just a little.

Instead, though, Samantha pulled herself away from me suddenly. But, before I could react, she had spun around and had grabbed me by the upper arms, forcing me back and pinning me to the wall that separated her sister’s and parent’s rooms.

I resisted the urge to giggle as Samantha almost roughly brushed my hair out of eyes with both hands as she pressed herself against me. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of her lovely green eyes full of lusty desire before she pressed her lips firmly against mine.

I sighed contentedly into her mouth as my cousin ran her fingers around the back of my head and held me in place as she began pressing her hips against mine. In response, I spread my legs a bit and met her awkward thrust halfway.

“Mmm, I like this!” I panted, our kiss momentarily broken due to our height difference.

Samantha managed to return my sly grin as we simply watched each other for several moments while she moved up and down against my pussy, causing my shirt to ride up. I gasped as I felt my suddenly exposed slit rub up against my cousin’s dark red curls.

“You’re not wearing panties,” she commented, tilting her head to one side questioningly as she continued to move against me.

“I — Ah! I didn’t think I’d need them,” I managed to whisper, grabbing hold of her upper arms for support.

“Good!” my cousin chuckled, “‘Cause neither did I!”

I could feel myself blush at her comment, and suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Samantha, though, had been expecting my usual reaction, and took the opportunity to reach down and grab my thighs. She then bent at the knees, and hefted me up.

I gave her a wide-eyed expression of amazement as she held me up against the wall. My cousin smiled back, pleased to see that I’d underestimated her strength, and resumed rubbing herself against me.

This time, though, our height difference was made up for by my precarious position, so I felt Samantha’s lips press against mine with renewed passion. Her tongue quickly found mine, as I lifted my shirt to just above my stomach to allow for greater skin contact before taking hold of my cousin’s shoulders to assist in her endeavor.

“Oh, man!” I giggled, pulling away for a brief moment, “It’s almost as though you’re fucking me!”

“Yeah, I — I know,” she panted in return, shaking a little as she began pressing harder against me, and picking up speed, “Isn’t it great? Oooh… I should have thought of this sooner!”

I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming as my cousin’s clit rubbed against mine, but managed to reply after a time. “Maybe, Oh! Mmm, maybe we can find your mom’s dildo again sometime,” I offered.

Samantha chuckled a little and kissed me just before lifting her head. “Oh, yeah! Maybe…” she gasped, shaking and shuddering as she held her breath against the sensation that was filling her very being.

“Shh! Not so loud, sil- Oh! I-!” A similar sensation gripped me at that same moment, and I lost my train of thought, as the only thing in the world to me was my beloved. Her firm body moving against mine, bringing us both to orgasm at about the same time.

For what seemed like an eternity, we both held each other tightly, motionless except for the quivering of our bodies. I pressed my lips firmly against Samantha’s, finding her tongue as I whimpered a little, trying desperately not to cry out as she moved ever so slowly against me once again. I found myself digging my nails into her back as my cousin’s breasts rubbed their way across mine, and tweaked my nipples ever so slightly as her coarse pubic hair ran across my clit.

“Mm! Ah-! Stop!” I gasped, turning my head to the side, and nuzzling Samantha’s neck. “I can’t take it!”

My cousin giggled quietly, and slowly let me down. “Mmm… that’s okay,” she whispered lovingly in my ear, and gave it a gentle nibble, “My arms were getting sore.”

“Then I’ll just have to kiss them better,” I giggled, hugging her a few moments longer.

“Well, then I think it hurts in a couple of other places too,” Samantha replied slyly.

I sighed contentedly, and looked up into her eyes. “So tempting…” I whispered, and glanced over at the sleeping form of her sister, “But shouldn’t we keep our little promise?”

“Oh, I suppose so,” Samantha said in mock despair, “A woman’s work is never done!”

“If this is my job, I never want it to end!” I giggled, giving her a quick kiss before slipping out of her arms and creeping over to Tabitha’s bed as I lifted my nightgown up over my head. I then tossed it on the floor, and glanced over my shoulder at Samantha. “Coming?” I inquired teasingly.

My cousin took a deep breath, and nodded as she watched me standing naked in the moonlight next to her sister. I smiled, and glanced down at the little girl’s pretty face. “So sweet…” I murmured quietly, and knelt beside her, “Almost like a little you, Sam.”

Samantha smiled, and nodded. “Kinda,” she replied quietly, and walked over to the end of the bed, where she carefully knelt down, and took the blanket in her hand, “Only much more innocent.”

“Not for long,” I commented, and gave Sam a reassuring smile, “But don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” my cousin whispered, looking a little worried.

“That’s okay,” I assured her, “Enjoy Tabby all you want. I know who your heart belongs to, I know who you really love.”

She smiled and reached over to take my hand. “Thanks,” my cousin said quietly, “Now what do you say we wake Tabitha up the fun way?”

I squeezed her hand and nodded. “You bet!” I giggled, and turned my attention once more to Tabitha.

The girl was asleep on her back, her shoulder length reddish hair still in pigtails. Her breathing was slow and steady, as she slept her dreamless sleep. Glancing over at Samantha, I saw her lift the blanket off the bed before pulling it over her head. Her sister murmured softly in her sleep as Samantha’s soft lips pressed against her slim calf muscle. I knew that she was kissing her way up Tabitha’s legs in the same zigzag pattern that I’d taught her, and that it was only a matter of time before her little sister was awakened due to the sensations.

I quickly decided what I was going to do, and carefully placed my hand upon Tabitha’s left breast. I was barely able to breath as I felt the small firmness just beneath the blanket and nightie. I shook my head, and tried to banish the queasiness that I felt as my heart raced.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this! I thought, leaning down towards the girl’s slightly parted lips.

As I touched my little cousin’s sweet lips for the first time, I felt my entire body ignite with a tingling sensation. I could feel my pussy dampen, my nipples standing at attention as I slowly and carefully extended my tongue. As I tasted Tabitha’s lips for the first time, I had to reach down with my free hand and literally shove two fingers inside myself. The sensation of doing something so wild drove me absolutely crazy.

I pressed my lips a little closer, reaching underneath the blanket to take careful hold of the girl’s small breast. I sighed as I realized just how soft and perky Tabitha’s breasts were, and played my tongue across her teeth before entering her mouth entirely.

It was at that point that Tabitha woke up. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed my wrist and gave me a panicked look.

“Shhh…” I soothed, pulling reluctantly away from her soft lips, “It’s okay, it’s just us.”

Tabitha nodded, and met my gaze a little nervously. “Wha-What’s Sam doing to me, Amy?” she asked innocently as I carefully rubbed her nipple between my fingers as I lightly fondled her breast.

“I’m fairly certain that she’s licking you,” I told the little teenager, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead, “Does it feel good?”

Tabitha glanced down at the large bulge in the blankets that marked her sister’s position. I was fairly certain that Samantha had pushed her sister’s nightie up over her waist and had pulled down her panties before assaulting little Tabby’s pussy with her tongue.

The girl glanced down at where her sister was and nodded. “Yeah, it feels kinda neat,” she replied, and looked back up at me, “Is this what you and Sam were doing earlier today?”

“That among other things,” I giggled, and leaned down to give her a soft kiss upon the lips.

Tabitha looked up at me afterwards, her eyes fluttering a little as her sister worked on her pussy with the utmost care. I gave her a loving smile, and took hold of the blanket. “I think you should see this, though,” I told her, and tossed the blanket off the bed.

My little cousin’s eyes went wide with astonishment as she stared down at her elder sister. Samantha’s hands were holding open Tabitha’s thighs while she carefully and lovingly ran the tip of her tongue across the girl’s labia, seemingly avoiding her clit. The whole time, Samantha made soft contented cooing sounds as she tasted the sweetness of her little sister’s pussy.

“I think Sam likes doing this for you,” I whispered into Tabitha’s ear as her gaze was fixed on her sibling’s performance, “But I’m sure that she’d appreciate it even more if you were to return the favor.”

Tabitha opened her mouth to speak, but her words were swept away as her sister tongued her clit for the first time. I sighed happily as I saw the look that crossed the little teenager’s face, and put my free hand behind her head before kissing her.

She moaned softly into my mouth as her sister coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. None of us really knew what would happen when little Tabby came, so I wasn’t about to take any chances. I pressed my lips firmly against hers and reveled in the chills it sent through me to kiss someone this young so passionately.

I was pleased to find, though, that she was perfectly accepting of my kiss, and only squirmed for a second as she felt my tongue push its way between her lips, then practically melted in my arms. All the while, I continued my playful exploration of her small yet firm breast as Samantha finally slid her tongue inside of her sister.

The girl exclaimed loudly once again as the new sensation filled her, but the sound was still muffled enough not to wake anyone, and I soon found that Tabitha was timidly touching my breasts in a similar way that I was touching hers.

“Mmm, that’s it, sweetie,” I encouraged her, breaking our kiss for a moment, as she caught her breath, “just run your fingers over it. Don’t be afraid to experiment, and don’t be afraid to tell Sam where you want her to go.”

“Uh, um, right there…” she whispered nervously, and pointed with one shaking finger at her clit, “It felt really good there. And when, when Sam put her tongue inside… I like that too!”

Samantha chuckled as she listened to her sister’s quavering tone, enjoying hearing such a sweet, innocent voice confessing such things. “Inside where, Tabby?” she teased, running the length of her tongue over the girl’s pussy lips, and gladly lapping up the moisture that was flowing from inside.

“Mmm, there,” replied Tabitha shyly, putting her index finger dangerously close to her warm opening.

Samantha smiled, and took hold of her sister’s hand. “Oh? You mean here?” she inquired teasingly, and slid the girl’s finger inside of herself.

“Oh, my!” gasped Tabitha, her face turning red with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a smile, coaxing her to sit up as I tossed her pillows to one side, and crawled in behind her.

“Sam—” stammered Tabitha, “You, you’ve put my finger—!”

Samantha made a soft almost purring sound and cut off her sister’s words by circling her clit with her tongue, while she pushed the girl’s finger in farther.

“How’s it feel?” I asked, embracing my little cousin from behind.

“It’s… it feels so naughty!” she replied causing Samantha to giggle out loud.

“Mmm, but does it feel good?” I continued as I took advantage of my position to fondle both of Tabitha’s breasts at the same time, causing her to sigh, and lean back against me.

“Y-yes…” she hissed, her body started to succumb to the feeling.

“Then why not try this?” encouraged Samantha, taking out her sister’s finger, and placing it against her little clit.

The girl gasped as the moisture touched her clit, and I could almost feel the excitement race through Tabitha as she touched herself. “Now rub it like this,” coaxed her sister, rubbing her finger in slow circles over the little nub, “That’s just how Amy likes it!”

I smiled and tried to hide my face with my hair as I blushed. “Really?” inquired Tabitha as her sister let go of her hand and went back to lapping at her pussy, “Me too… OH!”

I had to quickly turn my head a little awkwardly to clamp my lips down up Tabitha’s before she could make too much noise. The girl’s body was shaking and quivering with excitement as I pinched both her nipples through her nightie. I slid my tongue into her mouth and found hers eagerly waiting for me.

All the while Samantha slid her tongue in as far as it would go into the tight virgin confines of her little sister’s pussy, covering it with her mouth. She then began sucking rhythmically as she probed around with her tongue, driving the young girl past the point of reason.

As Tabitha’s body quivered with joy, I brought my legs up, bending at the knees so that I could slide them under hers before re-extending them. In that way, I was able to coax my cousin’s legs farther apart. Samantha took full advantage of this, and brought her face even closer, sending her tongue just a little farther inside her sister. She then opened her eyes to make sure that the girl was still rubbing herself, and indeed she was.

Tabitha was vigorously rubbing her clit, going faster and faster as we pleasured her. I managed to move my lips away from hers so I could watch, and found myself squeezing her breasts a bit more firmly than I had intended. The sight sent chills through me, threatening to bring me off just by watching such a thing.

The girl let out a little gasp, and grabbed one of my hands. She somehow managed to push my fingers together, effectively pinching her hard little nipple with greater force.

“Just like your sister,” I whispered into her ear, but Tabitha barely noticed as she opened her mouth as if to cry out. All that came forth, though, was a little whine, as her body stopped moving for a moment. The girl then gave one hard shudder, and collapsed into my arms panting.

“Mmm, wow…” commented Samantha, propping herself up on her elbows and smiling up at me, her face smeared with her sister’s pussy juices, “That was fun, and it’s good to see that little Tabby has some self control.”

“I think she passed out,” I giggled, trying to keep my voice down.

“Mmm… No…” murmured Tabitha, a happy little smile crossing her cute face, “It just felt… sooo good…”

Samantha grinned broadly and stifled a laugh. “I’m glad,” she replied, sitting up and putting her legs over ours so that she could get closer, effectively sandwiching her sibling between us, “But I think someone needs to clean me up a little!”

“Mmm, definitely!” I giggled, putting my arms around both of them and leaning my face over Tabitha’s shoulder.

“Wh-what are you doing?” inquired Tabitha warily.

“Mmm, just cleaning up your mess, my dear,” I replied, and gave Samantha’s face a long careful lick, thus tasting my younger cousin’s juices for the first time, “Wow, you’re delicious, little girl.”

Tabitha blushed and did her best to look away. “Really?” she inquired shyly.

“Why not see for yourself?” offered her sister, leaning back a little as I habitually ran my fingers through her long deep red hair.

Her sister turned her head a little, and we could both feel her shaking a little in her nervousness. “It’s okay,” I encouraged, “We taste ourselves all the time. Not just each other.”

Tabitha nodded slowly and closed her eyes. She then timidly extended her tongue just past her lips before touching it to her sister’s glistening lips. The girl gave a slow, careful lick, as Samantha shivered at the sensation.

“Ohh…” replied Tabitha as she drew back, opening her eyes in time to see the look of quiet contemplation on her sister’s face.

“So soft…” whispered Sam, and leaned down to kiss Tabitha’s shoulder, “I think there’s more we have to show you…”

“I agree,” I sighed, and gave them both a hug, “But I think Tabby needs a little break. And I kinda wouldn’t mind a short one either.”

Samantha bowed her head smiling. “Sorry…” she chuckled, “I guess I got carried away earlier.”

“Huh?” inquired her sister, “What’d I miss?”

“Oh, just us playing a little before we woke you up,” I explained, “This is to please you, after all.”

She nodded and leaned her head on Samantha’s shoulder. “Thanks, guys,” she muttered. “It was great.”

“It doesn’t have to end so soon,” said her sister, “I’m actually dressed for the occasion, so I’ll head downstairs and fetch us a snack. Then we’ll continue, okay?”

“Okay,” answered Tabitha with a bit of a smile. She then leaned back as Samantha extricated herself and crawled off the bed, “But I can’t believe there’s more!”

Both Sam and I had to quickly stifle our laughter. I buried my face in Tabitha’s shoulder, as her sister covered her face and shuddered a little as she chuckled quietly, but heartily.

“Ah, innocence!” she replied happily and slipped out of the room, “Oh, and don’t do anything naughty while I’m gone. Or else I’ll have to punish you!”

“Promises, promises…” I muttered happily, smiling as my cousin gave me a quick wink before closing the door behind her.

“She, she was only kidding, right?” asked Tabitha as she snuggled against me, moving down just enough so that my head was above hers.

“When you get older, some punishments lose their fear value,” I explained, idly playing with one of her pigtails, “And some even become fun. Like spanking.”

“Mommy or Daddy never spanked me,” she replied casually, “But I’m not so sure I’d want to ever have it happen, though.”

I shrugged. “Perhaps it’s an acquired taste,” I pondered, “I know I enjoy it. Given the proper circumstances, that is.”

“Oh? Such as?” continued Tabitha with genuine curiosity.

“Well, if someone I like does it, when I feel like I’m in the right mood, I guess,” I said thoughtfully, “I’ve never really thought about it too much, but Sam always seems to know when and how I want it. I guess it’s just the bond between us. Although sometimes she teases me with it, and I occasionally have to beg…”

Tabitha giggled loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. “Really?!” she whispered loudly as she turned to face me as best she could.

“Well, not in a serious way,” I told her, trying to hide my blushing with my bangs, “We just tease each other from time to time. It tends to heighten our excitement. But we always seem to know just how far is too far. She’s never actually hurt me in any serious way. Sam’s actually a very kind, loving girl under her pretence of brashness.”

“Big words…” muttered Tabitha, shaking her head as she settled back in, “But I guess it’s part of your ‘bond’.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” I commented, feeling a little strange talking to her about it.

“Amy…” Tabitha asked after a short pause, “You care about Sam, right?”

“Absolutely,” I responded without hesitation.

“But… do you love her?” she inquired with an odd tone.

I gulped down my sudden nervousness, and took a deep breath. “In… in a way,” I replied, “I’ve always cared about her. Samantha’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We’re really quite inseparable, actually. Why do you ask?”

Tabitha nodded. “I was just curious,” she said thoughtfully, “I guess it’s just the way you both seem so happy when you’re together. It’s like my sister’s almost another person when you’re apart, and when you show up, she becomes less… serious, I guess.”

“I guess we’re just made for each other,” I sighed, and gave Tabitha a hug, “We were probably sisters in another life or something,”

Tabitha smiled, and glanced up as the door opened slightly. A moment later, Samantha pushed open the door with her hip and entered carrying a tray laden with milk and cookies. She smiled as she carefully shut the door with her foot, and placed the tray at the foot of the bed.

“Did I miss anything interesting?” she inquired, giving me a sly grin.

“No, we were just talking,” I assured her, accepting a glass of milk from her.

“Oh, sure you were!” she chuckled teasingly, and handed Tabitha a glass before picking up hers and sitting cross legged on the bed before us.

“Oh, I’d better move,” commented Tabitha, leaving my embrace, and sitting to one side between us.

“Brr!” I said in an exaggerated tone as she left, and the cool summer breeze touched my naked skin, “You give off a lot of heat for such a little girl!”

Tabitha blushed and smiled as she bit into a cookie. “I almost forgot you were naked,” she giggled, looking over my body as I put my glass on the nightstand and reached for my discarded T-shirt that passed for my nightgown.

“Oh, gee, thanks,” I chuckled, as I came back up and slid into it, “I guess I’ll just go put my pants on then!”

Samantha covered her mouth and tried to laugh. “You’re crazy,” she muttered quietly, shaking her head as she watched me dress.

“And you love it,” I chuckled as I got settled.

Samantha nodded, smiling contentedly as she munched a cookie. “So, um, what do you think so far, Tabby?” she inquired, making sure to keep her voice low.

“Hm? Oh yeah, that…” the girl responded with a bit of a blush accenting her nervous smile, “I, I liked it. It was fun, and once I get my strength back I’d like to see just what you meant by you having more to show me.”

“That’ll take more than one night,” her sister replied with a reminiscent smile, “But we’ll see what we can do. Was there anything that you had in mind?”

Tabitha stopped in mid sip and put her glass down. She looked a little nervous for a moment and nodded. “Well, actually there is one thing…” the girl admitted carefully, “I would like to try to do you what you did to me…”

“You mean you want to lick my pussy?” inquired Samantha with a sly grin, “Well, I think that we can arrange something.”

“Oh, but she’s so inexperienced,” I said with sarcasm as I leaned forward to whisper, “One of us would have to show her what to do.”

“Are you volunteering, my dear?” my cousin asked, looking more than a little mischievous.

“Well, if you insist!” I giggled, and finished my drink.

“Um, how..?” began Tabitha.

“Oh, I think I know what she has in mind,” her older sister chuckled, “You’ll see.”

“Okay…” the girl responded a little suspiciously and finished off her snack.

“Well then, shall we begin?” inquired Sam in a tone of voice that suggested that she wasn’t asking.

I nodded as she put her glass down on the tray, and moved them both onto the floor. Tabitha gave us both a nervous glance as she noticed that she was sitting between us and shrank down a little.

“Just tell us to stop if it gets too much for you,” I told her as we both shuffled towards her.

Tabitha nodded and inhaled sharply as she felt a hand on both her knees. She glanced down, to see me and her sister running our hands up under her nightie along her thighs. The soft skin, beneath our hands was silk. Both of us knew that there was almost no turning back as ran the fingers of my free hand along the girl’s jaw line, causing her to tilt her head to one side towards me in nervous contentment.

Samantha took advantage of this by giving her little sister a soft kiss upon the neck. The girl sighed softly, and she took it as permission to continue as I turned Tabitha’s head to face me. My cousin continued with a line of slow, passionate kisses up her little sister’s neck as I touched her sweet lips once again.

This time, I felt her soft little tongue escape her mouth to seek mine out. I moaned happily as I saw that she was willing to experiment, and seemed to learn quickly. The little one’s tongue was quite nimble as it probed my mouth until I reciprocated by entwining my tongue around hers as best I could.

Samantha, meanwhile, was running her own tongue along Tabitha’s earlobe, following and tracing the natural curves while her fingers found their way to the girl’s nearly hairless pussy. She playfully made small circles with her index finger through Tabitha’s downy pubic hair before running the tips of two of her fingers down over her sister’s labia.

Tabitha jumped a little in response, and I felt goosebumps rise along her legs. I moved my hand up farther and touched Samantha’s fingers meaningfully. I heard her sigh over Tabitha’s slow steady panting as she did her best not to break off her kiss while her sister gently nibbled her ear.

“Just let yourself go,” whispered Samantha, coaxing the girl to lean forward a little with her free hand before lifting up the back of her nightie.

Tabitha reluctantly pulled away from me and glanced over at her sibling lovingly. She nodded and stood up on her knees. Without a word Samantha and I stopped our exploration of Tabitha’s body, and both lifted the girl’s nightie up over her stomach.

Tabitha looked down at that point, and seemed to be watching expectantly as we held the garment just beneath her small budding breasts. Samantha glanced over at me and smiled knowingly. I nodded in response and continued upwards. The cottony material came up over Tabitha’s head with little effort, as she raised her arms to accept our disrobing technique.

We then paused to consider our actions, and take in that breathtaking moment when we both realized that Samantha’s little sister was kneeling naked on her bed between us. I could almost feel the tension emanating from Sam as she drank in Tabitha’s beauty. There was a look of both envy and admiration on her face as she saw that her little sister wasn’t the little girl she’d been only a few months previously.

Tabitha was indeed growing up to be a girl whose beauty would rival her sister’s. But while Samantha was tall and athletic, Tabitha still had that sweet innocence that can carry a girl through adolescence and still cause men to stop and secretly stare. At that moment, I wasn’t sure which one of the two sisters I wanted more.

The look of hungry awe upon my beloved Samantha’s face made me want to offer myself to her. To be ravaged by my talented tongue and nimble fingers. And the shy willingness in Tabitha’s eyes made we want to do the very same thing to her. But instead, I continued my slow, patient examination of her young body.

I scanned across her torso, and couldn’t help but wonder if the erectness of her reddish nipples was due to the breeze from the open window, or the thrilled anticipation of what was to come. I continued on my way, promising myself that I would take the time to run my hands across the same tender flesh that my eyes were enjoying so much, and paused as I looked down at her thighs, topped by her waiting pussy.

Tabitha was still quite short, so they were nowhere near as long as her sister’s, but I knew that she’d probably tower over me in a few short years. I sighed a little disappointedly at the thought of yet another girl being taller than me, but for the moment, I was content to be with someone my own height.

“Here,” said Samantha, making room and breaking the silence, “why don’t you lie down. It’ll be easiest that way.”

Tabitha nodded, and I made way as she willingly lay her body across her bed in a way similar to the one we found her in. She then spread her legs a little, causing Sam to gasp out loud, her deep green eyes going wide as she caught a better view of her sister’s pussy.

“Wow…” she sighed, and reached for my hand.

I gladly accepted it, and gave it a squeeze. “I hope you save some for me,” I said with a smile, “I’d like to feel Tabitha’s tongue in my pussy tonight as well.”

“Of course,” replied Samantha reassuringly, “Just don’t wear her out with yours.”

“I won’t,” I promised and traded places on the bed with her.

We then turned our attention back to Tabitha, who was looking up at us expectantly. “Wha-what should I do?” she asked nervously.

“Just do to me what Amy does to you. Okay?” explained Samantha, running her hand over her sister’s stomach, and running her index finger in a slow lazy circle around Tabitha’s nipple before giving it a gentle pinch, “But first, there’s something that simply must be done!”

Our eyes met at that point, and I tried not to lapse into a giggle fit as I nodded in agreement. “It just wouldn’t be right otherwise,” I responded, removing my T-shirt before leaning forward until I was partially lying across Tabitha’s body with my face near her left breast.

“Mmm, good positioning idea,” chuckled Samantha, and took up a similar position on Tabitha’s right after tossing her night shirt on the floor.

“What are you guys doing?” the girl inquired with a bit of a giggle as our hands met at her pussy.

“You’ll see!” we both promised in quiet unison as we ran our fingers lightly across her pussy lips and clit.

Tabitha’s eyes fluttered a little at the sensation, and even I found myself getting a wet as it sank in that we were both lying naked across Samantha’s lovely, and quite naked fourteen-year-old sister. Our fingers were even beginning to find moisture as we both leaned down and started running just the tips of our tongues over Tabitha’s perky tits.

The girl then began taking in deep breaths as the feeling quickly became overpowering. Practically as one, we circled her nipples with our tongues and ran them down, and over and back up again over Tabitha’s soft breasts. But as we began to suckle her nipples, biting them gently every so often as our tongues flicked them to full hardness, Tabitha’s voice raised just a little.

I then found my finger part way inside of the tight wetness of her virgin pussy, and her sister tried to follow suit. We soon fell into a pattern of taking turns gently fingering Tabitha. The process only seemed to excite her more as on several occasions one of us would come dangerously close to her hymen as we sucked harder and harder against her nipples and occasionally her entire breast.

It was at that time that Tabitha’s body was overcome with an orgasm. The girl’s small frame shook all over as she grabbed both of us by the hair and bit her lower lip in an attempt not to cry out. I smiled with satisfaction as Tabitha’s breathing became a long serious of gasping moans. She looked down at her sister and me with an intense look in her eyes before throwing her head down and arching her back.

Then, with one long muffled exclamation, Tabitha expelled the rest of her pussy juices across our fingers as her inner walls clenched around them. Samantha and I looked on with interest as the girl slowly came down. We both shuffled farther up, reluctantly removing our fingers and cuddling up against Tabitha as we watched her come down.

“Oh, wow…” she breathed as we both kissed our way up her neck, “That was great…”

“Well, it’s not over yet,” I giggled, “We still have to see how well you can lick your sister’s pussy!”

“Mmm… Sounds good,” replied Samantha with a hungry grin as she gave Tabitha’s ear a gentle nibble, “Are you up for it, Tabby?”

“I think so,” she responded, putting her arms around us and giving us both a hug.

“Well then, what do ya say we get started?” inquired Samantha hungrily, “After what I just saw, I’m just dying to have you return the favor, little girl.”

Tabitha smiled, and blushed profusely. “Did I make that much of a fool of myself?” she asked shyly.

“No, of course not,” I assured her with a kiss, “your performance was far from foolish. It was… beautiful!”

The girl covered her face as best she could and giggled as we licked our fingers clean of her juices. We then got up, and began changing position for what was to come. “What are you doing?” inquired Tabitha as I began positioning myself between her legs.

“As we said,” explained Samantha’s hushed whisper, “Amy’s going to show you how to lick my pussy.”

“Okay…” replied Tabitha a little nervously as her sister turned towards me and got upon her knees in order to straddle the girl’s face.

“Just do to Sam what I do to you, okay?” I told her as I got comfortably situated between her legs.

“Any time you’re ready,” replied Sam, a hint of excited expectation in her voice.

I nodded, and held back my overeagerness as I for the first time ran my tongue from the bottom of Tabitha’s pussy up to her clit in one long, slow lick. Both sisters shuddered as I did so, and I heard Tabitha let out a stifled squeal of delight as I ran the tip of my tongue back down one of her labia.

I glanced up and saw the intense look on Samantha’s face as Tabitha’s tongue traced along her pussy. I smiled with satisfaction as a tingling feeling filled me, and I realized that I was not immune to excitement of doing something so naughty. The feel of her soft, nearly untouched skin was like silk to my touch, and the flavor of her juices that her sister and I had brought forth still lingered. I eagerly licked it up with the utmost of care, making certain to lick my way across every sensitive inch of her pussy before sliding my tongue inside of Tabitha.

The girl copied my motions with surprising control, barely stopping to shudder and pant as she concentrated on her sister’s pussy. Soon after, I heard Tabitha’s short exclamation of surprise as Samantha came quietly over her face. I had to hold the little teenager’s legs in place as she squirmed a little when she found her sister’s juices practically pouring out upon her.

But I didn’t let up. I slid my tongue into Tabitha as far as I could, and Tabitha slid her tongue into Samantha with equal gusto. I then covered her nether lips with my mouth and suckled as I explored her interior, hoping that she would do the same to her elder sister.

In response, we could hear Samantha desperately trying to hold back her cries of joy. Her little sister’s tongue buried inside of her was almost too much to bear, as she began letting out a long series of loud little gasps. My dearest cousin tried with all her might to keep it in, but the experience was just too much as I began to swiftly, but gently rub Tabitha’s clit in a circular pattern that I knew would drive Samantha crazy.

Tabitha moaned as she followed suit, and I almost had to laugh as her sister was forced to come forward, now supporting herself on hands and knees. I raised my head, and replaced my finger with my tongue, and vice versa, enjoying the little shocked sound that Tabitha gave when she found just how much farther her fingers could go than mine.

“Y-You-! OH!” panted Samantha in a harsh whisper, as her body moved back and forth against Tabitha’s fingers and tongue so that she was being finger-fucked by her little sister, “Mmm! You, little-! Ahh!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my face glistening with Tabitha’s pussy juices, and topped with a wide grin.

My cousin gritted her teeth and shut her eyes as the onslaught continued. “I — I can’t-!” she managed, just before crying out softly with another orgasm, “Can’t take much-! Much more! Ohhh!”

I merely giggled and gave Tabitha’s clit a little nibble as I managed to wedge a second finger inside of her tight, but extremely wet pussy. “Much more what?” I inquired, and noticed that Tabitha was coming as well.

The girl had thrown her head back against the pillow, unable to close her mouth as she almost absently drove two fingers in and out of her sister’s pussy with greater and greater force. Soon, she was even matching Samantha’s thrusts, and was rewarded with rivulets of warm, sticky clear liquid running over her slender hand.

“C-coming—!” moaned Samantha desperately, her voice raising several octaves.

“So?” I inquired teasingly, “Don’t you want to see just how much you can really take?”

“Oh! Oh fuck—!” she swore, almost loud enough to be heard through the old thick walls of the farmhouse, “I’ll—! I’ll—!”

“What?” I inquired, slowly twisting my fingers inside Tabitha in a clockwise rotation before lapping up the hot sweet juices that suddenly flowed out around them, “Are you going to punish me, Mommy?”

“Better—! Ah! Oooh… believe it—!” she gasped, “I—! AHH!” My cousin arched her back, her facial expression almost looking horribly pained as she came. Samantha held the pose for several long seconds as her body quivered, before giving a long, hard sigh of relief, and collapsed upon Tabitha.

I smiled to myself, and gave my own sigh of happy contentment. The knowledge that I’d managed to wear Samantha out completely by sheer force of orgasm filled me with a certain perverse sense of satisfaction, as well as intense happiness. I pulled away from Tabitha’s still shaking body, kissing her little legs all the way down to her ankles, and giggling as I felt the goosebumps rise before giving my nearly slumbering cousin a kiss on the forehead.

I got off the bed, and knelt down beside Tabitha. There was a look of exhaustion on her face as she turned to me and smiled. “Wow…” she murmured yet again, and I couldn’t help smile at how cute it was that her vocabulary was still so limited.

“I’m glad you thought so,” I said as I brushed her sweaty bangs out of her eyes and gave her a soft kiss.

She nodded, and glanced back at Samantha who was still laying over top of her. “We… We won’t have to explain this one, will we?” she giggled softly, and experimentally ran her fingers over the firm muscles of her sister’s legs, up to the roundness of ass.

“No,” I chuckled, rubbing Samantha’s back soothingly, “But sometimes it’s fun to fantasize about.”

“Really?” inquired Tabitha, looking a little doubtful.

“Definitely…” whispered her sister, and rolled off of her.

I smiled, and crawled over Tabitha towards her, making sure to let my small perky breast drag along the girl’s now cool to the touch skin. Samantha smiled wearily up at me as I laid myself on top of her. “She’s young, she’ll learn,” I replied wistfully as I stared lovingly into Samantha’s wary eyes, “But tell me. Are you still going to punish me?”

“Oh… if I ever find the strength…” breathed Samantha with a laugh.

“You were serious about that, then?” inquired Tabitha, changing position on the bed so that she could lie beside up properly.

“Mmm-hmm,” murmured Samantha, lazily playing with my straight blond hair, now curling at the ends from the perspiration caused by our workout.

“Oh, I see…” pondered Tabitha, putting her arm around me, and cuddling against us, “So, you punish each other for making one another feel good?”

We both chuckled softly, and Samantha shook her head as I laid mine upon her chest, supported by her firm bosom. “Not quite,” my cousin explained, “But close. Sometimes, it’s fun to have your bottom smacked. Sometimes, we do things to make each other want to spank us… Or something like that… But I think that in this case, Amy here deserves a little punishment for what she did.”

“Why?” inquired Tabitha, her tone showing a definite curiosity.

“Because I wore her out,” I giggled, “Even after she told me she couldn’t take anymore. But I was curious to see if there was a limit to Samantha’s unending stamina.”

“Oh…” replied Tabitha thoughtfully, “Well, then I guess it would only be fair to test your stamina then. Don’t you think?”

I giggled, and gave Samantha a kiss between her breasts. “Oh, probably,” I responded, and leaned up to kiss her on the lips, only to find Tabitha’s hand between my legs.

Samantha gave me a weak, but nonetheless sly grin as Tabitha’s fingers explored their way up my labia and over my ass. I then couldn’t help but give an amazed, yet excited look as I felt Tabitha give me a single hard slap across my ass check.

My cousin grinned broadly and moved her legs apart, causing mine to spread along with them. “There, that’s better,” giggled Tabitha, shuffling down, and squirming to get between both our legs, “That’s better!”

“No way…” I said with a grin, and happily bit my lower lip as I felt Tabitha lick my pussy, “Oooh, oh yeah…”

Tabitha giggled as I sighed happily. For what her little tongue lacked in talent and experience, the girl made up for in enthusiasm. Also, I found I to be such an intense turn on to have such a young little girl licking me that I immediately found myself wet. I had to lean down and gently nibble my older cousin’s shoulder as the sensation filled me.

Tabitha’s tongue was so soft and hot against my skin. The feeling of her hands, gently holding my thighs apart held me more effectively than any bonds ever could. There was nothing in the universe I wanted more than to remain in that moment forever. I let out a little whimper as the feelings began to become too much, and kissed Samantha’s ear in a desperate attempt to express my joy.

“Oh, oh, Sam…” I whispered in little gasping moans into her ear, “I… I love you… I love you so much!”

“I know,” she soothed, rubbing my back as her sister began fingering my pussy from behind, “I love you too.”

My body shivered involuntarily as I heard her soft words, and I actually found myself crying a little as I was overcome by intensity of the moment. “Shhh…” soothed Samantha, holding me tight against her as Tabitha giggled to herself, truly savoring and enjoying the feeling of new found power.

“Mmm… You taste so good, Amy!” she laughed, lapping up the moisture that my pussy gave forth as I felt my pussy contract around her little fingers, “Mmm, gimme more!”

I barely heard her, but knew that the girl was talking in a manner not unlike that of Samantha. She had once shown me that I have an intense fetish for being talked dirty to, and I then found that if it was someone young and sweet like Tabitha, the effect was only intensified.

The girl giggled with excitement as she was met with more juices from my hungry pussy. It was almost as though I couldn’t stop coming, or crying. Samantha continued her soft cooing noises, trying to comfort me, but I was so happy that I just couldn’t stop myself.

“Oh, Sam…” I managed, “It’s so good… so fucking good..!”

Samantha sighed, and nuzzled her face against mine affectionately in almost a cat like way. “I know,” she whispered, “I know, my love… And I’m so glad that this makes you so happy.”

“Oh… oh, it does!” I practically screamed, but was able to clench my jaw as I arched my back.

Unrelenting, Tabitha merely gave both my ass cheeks a firm squeeze with both hands, causing me to moan a little louder as she flicked my clit repeatedly with her little tongue. She then ran her hands down, dragging her fingers across my butt until she brought them together at my pussy. She the started poking and prodding at my labia with her fingertips, teasing me to near orgasm.

“Oh, neat!” she exclaimed, as the girl found that she could just barely manage to slide three fingers inside of me. Tabitha ignored my own exclamation as pussy lips were spread apart, and my inner walls were stretched to their limit.

“Oh! Right there!” I gasped, as she began fingering me with her three middlemost fingers, each time going just slightly deeper than before, covering herself with my juices as I began to come hard.

“Don’t stop now,” instructed Samantha, looking over at the fascinated grin on her little sister’s face, “It’s no fair to bring someone this far, then not let them get off.”

Tabitha nodded, watching me with interest as I brought my arms in. I reacheed out to take hold of Samantha’s breasts before squeezing them for support. She inhaled sharply, and shook her head with a bemused grin.

“I love the way you never let up,” she chuckled, and moaned happily as I twisted both her nipples at once.

Meanwhile, Tabitha had gotten her face closer to my pussy again and was frantically licking my labia as well as her fingers in a desperate attempt to keep up with me. The little teen only succeeded in covering her sweet face with my juices, and made me come even harder.

I almost blacked out at that point, as I could barely feel my body anymore. I squeezed Samantha’s breasts harder, and only fleetingly hoped that I didn’t hurt her too much as my ecstasy took hold. For several long moments I was paralyzed with passion as I climaxed.

It seemed to take an eternity for me to come down. I could almost hear my own panting and gasping for breath as I only half felt Samantha’s multitude of random kisses upon my face. Later I would find out that she came as well, just by watching me. It was nice to know we shared the common fetish of pleasing each other.

“Oh, Sam… Oh, Tabby…” I whispered, my throat feeling sore, “That was… absolutely incredible.”

“Thank you,” giggled Tabitha shyly, and I realized that she was lying beside us once more.

“I never want to move again…” I heard Samantha mumble happily as she held her sister with one arm, and me with the other, “I just hope I have the strength to move later, ’cause I’d hate to get caught like this…”

“Nice fantasy, though,” replied Tabitha, a little exhausted herself.

Samantha and I smiled, barely managing not to laugh out loud. “Yup…” I sighed, “she’s your sister!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” my cousin replied happily, and gave us both a warm, but somewhat awkward hug before the three of us drifted off to sleep.

The End

 

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Moonlight Dancers, Part Three

  • Posted on June 14, 2017 at 12:00 pm

By Ebo

As she followed Vicky down the hallway, Kelly wondered if this was how Alice had felt tumbling down the rabbit hole. It wasn’t Wonderland she was walking toward, but it might prove even more wondrous. No Red Queen or playing card army, no Mad Hatter or White Rabbit, but a beautiful twelve-year-old girl who wanted to have sex with her.

Vicky went to Kelly’s bed, stretching out on her back. At the foot of the bed, Kelly paused to admire the girl lying there. Vicky looked so soft and inviting, tantalizing. Crawling onto the bed, Kelly smiled down at the girl from her hands and knees. Vicky looked up at her, favoring her with that same sexy little smile that had stolen her breath away in the kitchen.

Searching the girl’s face for any sign of doubt about what they were about to do, Kelly asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” Vicky said, reaching up and touching Kelly’s cheek lovingly.

“If you change your mind, tell me, and I’ll stop,” Kelly said.

“You won’t need to,” Vicky said, propping up on her elbows to kiss Kelly.

Losing the last of her self-control, Kelly kissed her back. Kelly’s hand fell on Vicky’s knee, sliding up her taut thigh and onto her stomach. Vicky was so warm and soft, her skin as smooth as silk under Kelly’s fingertips. She felt even better than she had looked from the foot of the bed. Kelly’s hands wanted to know more of the girl, and Kelly let them explore Vicky’s young body. Vicky sighed into Kelly’s kiss, beginning to respond to Kelly’s touch.

When Vicky broke the kiss and went to her back, Kelly kissed the graceful curve of her neck, her collar bone. Vicky squirmed, her breathing getting a little funny as Kelly pressed her lips to the pale slope of one small breast. The girl moaned softly as Kelly teased its stiffening nipple with her tongue, her lips. The moan became a groan as the nipple began to ache sweetly. Vicky’s back arched, pressing her breast against Kelly’s mouth eagerly. Smiling, Kelly moved to her other breast, didn’t let up until she thought Vicky was ready for more.

Kelly moved lower, kissing Vicky in the hollow of her rib cage, then followed the faint muscle line down her taut stomach. She could feel Vicky’s excitement building the lower she went, and she wondered if Vicky knew what was about to happen to her. She knew the girl had some experience in such things, just not what Vicky and Alexis had figure out. Rolling her eyes up at the girl, Kelly kissed the hollow of Vicky’s hip, and the girl giggled and bit her lower lip. Kelly thought the girl was holding her breath, her eyes shining with anticipation. Kelly’s heart started beating faster as she decided the girl definitely knew what was coming.

With her hands on the insides of Vicky’s thighs, she urged the girl’s legs wide open. Kelly’s eyes went to Vicky’s girlhood, and she thought it was the cutest pussy she had ever seen. With the faintest fuzz coming in, it looked like a pale peach, as forbidden of a fruit as any in the Garden of Eden.

Like the biblical duo, Kelly gave into temptation, tasted what was forbidden. This peach wasn’t sweet but salty with sweat from their frolicking under the light of the full moon. Still, Kelly had never tasted such tantalizing flavor on her tongue, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Vicky moaned thickly, and Kelly rolled her eyes up. She smiled at the slack-jawed-eyes-rolled-back look of pure enjoyment on the girl’s face. Vicky’s fingers dug into the sheets as her body began to move with a mind of its own. As her hips began to undulate against Kelly’s mouth, her moans became little wordless cries of excitement.

Kelly listened to the noises Vicky was making and it didn’t take long to figure out what the girl liked and what drove her young lover wild. She had Vicky writhing in ecstasy, her cries filling the air above them. With the flick of her greedy tongue, Kelly teased Vicky’s tender bud, pushed her ever closer to orgasmic bliss.

“Don’t stop!” Vicky said, urgency creeping into her voice, “I’m going to come!”

Kelly had already known, had seen the tightening in the girl’s stomach and thighs, had heard it in her voice. She fought to keep her mouth to Vicky’s thrashing body, to finish her off. With one more cry, Vicky’s body arched off the bed. In an instant of intense pleasure, all the tension fled Vicky’s body and she collapsed back to the bed a panting, trembling puddle of singing nerve endings.

With her fingertips, Kelly gently massaged the soft labia of Vicky’s girlhood, keeping the lovely sensations flowing through her young body. Listening to the girl’s soft sighs, Kelly frowned, something the girl had said bothering her. She wondered where the girl had heard the word ‘come’. Kelly couldn’t remember knowing that word when she was Vicky’s age. She had been much older when she learned it, she thought. She hadn’t known a word to describe that explosion of pleasure the first time it happened to her, didn’t even know the clinical name for it until she had health class in eighth grade.

She was about to ask Vicky about it when the girl’s eyes opened, and she gave Kelly sated, slightly dazed smile. Vicky stretched like a cat in a sunny spot and Kelly half expected her to start purring. Kelly smiled at her and crawled up the girl’s supine body to receive a very appreciative kiss.

“God, you are so good at that,” Vicky said, when their lips finally parted.

“Kissing?” Kelly teased.

Smiling, Vicky said, “That too. You are better than Alexis was.”

Kelly gave her a quick kiss, said, “I have almost two decades on her, so give Alexis some slack.”

“Two decades?” Vicky parroted, her eyes wide.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I was younger than you my first time. That was… twenty or so years ago.”

“Wow, you are old,” Vicky said, laughing.

“Hey,” Kelly said, with fake indignation.

“You are still hot though,” Vicky said, smiling up at Kelly. Looking into the girl’s eyes, Kelly saw Vicky meant it.

“If you can say it without the ‘still’ part, I might forgive you,” Kelly said, playfully. She realized she was flirting with a twelve-year-old. Worse, she really wanted Vicky to flirt back.

Vicky sat up and gave her a toe-curling kiss, smiled at her and said, “You are beautiful and incredibly sexy. I’ve thought so since my first class.”

“Really?” Kelly said, surprised.

Blushing, Vicky said, “Yeah. You were wearing these little yoga shorts and… Well, you have great legs. Oh, and a nice ass.”

“Huh,” Kelly said, taking that in. She had been right- Vicky had been testing her, maybe even flirting a bit. It hadn’t been her imagination or just wishful thinking.

Kelly took a deep breath, said, “In the spirit of sharing, I should admit I’ve found you irresistible since first seeing you. Still, find you irresistible.

Vicky sprung into Kelly’s arms, wrapping her arms around Kelly’s neck and kissed her heatedly. In her exuberance, she toppled them over. Kelly ended up on her back, the girl atop her. Laughing, Kelly hugged the girl to her, kissing her back.

Pulling back, Vicky gave Kelly a sexy little smile, said, “I think you are irresistible, too.”

Hearing those words pleased Kelly more than she liked to admit and she kissed the girl deeply. It pleased her, even more, when Vicky kissed her back as eagerly. Kelly didn’t know what this was, this thing she and Vicky had, but she thought it could be… something. The idea was scary and amazing, completely wrong but felt so right.

She was pulled away from her thoughts when she felt Vicky’s hand slide up her flank to cup one of her breasts. Not ready for it, Kelly had to break the kiss to look at the hand on her chest, then met the girl’s eyes. Vicky gave her a little shoulder shrug, then pushed to her hands and knees. Her lips found Kelly’s nipple and a startled moan escaped Kelly. Amused, Vicky met Kelly’s eyes as she ran her tongue around Kelly’s areola.

She may be twelve, but she is far from inexperienced, Kelly reminded herself, stroking the girl’s hair as she continued to tease her straining nipple.

Her heart started beating faster as Vicky moved lower, her lips leaving Kelly’s skin tingling as she left a trail of kisses on her stomach. Kelly propped up on her elbows, watching Vicky work her way lower. Vicky glanced up at her as she pushed Kelly’s legs up and back, settling between them. Kelly swallowed hard, her heart now racing. The first caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud drew a nervous laugh from Kelly.

So this is happening, Kelly thought, moaning. Vicky was going down on her and, as another moan slipped past her parted lips, Kelly was pleasantly surprised that the girl had a very able tongue. As her body began to move against the girl’s mouth, Kelly thought, she has done this before, probably more than once, considering how she has my toes curling.

“God, that feels so good,” Kelly said, her voice thick with excitement. She saw the corners of the girl’s mouth turn up. That smile got to Kelly almost as much as the lovely things Vicky was doing with her tongue.

Vicky eased her fingers into Kelly’s ready pussy, catching Kelly off guard. There was no hesitation on Vicky’s part, and her fingers found that magic spot deep inside that drove Kelly’s body wild. It wasn’t by accident; the girl knew what she was doing, had done this to another girl. Or perhaps, another woman?

She definitely didn’t balk at the idea of sleeping with me, Kelly managed to think through the haze of pleasure in her brain.

Kelly knew about her friend Alexis, but were there other notches in Vicky’s belt? Kelly could see an older girl- a high school girl, maybe- or even an older woman teaching an eager Vicky the ways to please a woman. She had learned it somewhere, that was sure. The only other option was that Alexis and Vicky had progressed further in the sapphic arts than Kelly and Becky had by this age. Kelly had been a junior in high school before she had put her fingers in another girl or had a girl put her fingers in her.

Her curiosity was piqued, but the lovely pressure on her G-spot and the hot caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud was making it hard to think straight, let alone articulate a question. Maybe she’d ask later, but right now, she just wanted to close her eyes and bask in the waves of pleasure breaking on her like the tide on the shore.

With the excitement of the night weighing on her and the secret desire for the girl building and building this last couple of months, Kelly was too wound up for this to last long. The fact that Vicky was quite skilled only hastened her orgasm. Feeling its first stirrings, Kelly’s eyes sprang open, and she realized that Vicky was going to make her come. All those little daydreams and fantasies she had been ashamed of were coming true.

Kelly met Vicky’s eyes, and Kelly saw the girl knew what was happening to her. The faint smile on her lips told Kelly that Vicky was aware of the tension building in Kelly’s abdomen and thighs. That carnal knowledge in her eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Kelly cried out as she climaxed hard. The explosion of pleasure deep inside shook her to pieces and left her a trembling, gasping mess of happy nerve endings.

“Jesus,” Kelly laughed, trying to catch her breath. She felt as light as a bit of dandelion fluff on a summer breeze, and her toes still hadn’t uncurled.

Grinning, Vicky crawled up and gave Kelly a kissed. Kelly kissed her back, her hands on Vicky’s wet cheeks. She pulled the girl down atop her, putting her arms around the girl. They stayed like that a while, just kissing and enjoying the closeness of their bodies.

Eventually, Kelly said, “Why are you so good at that?”

“I was good?” Vicky said, playfully. The look in her eye said she knew she was.

“Love, you were amazing,” Kelly said, stealing a kiss, “which begs the question…”

Vicky gave a little shoulder shrug, said, “Lots of practice. I spent the night with Alexis ALOT.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Okay. Are there any other girlfriends I should know about.”

“Alexis wasn’t my girlfriend,” Vicky said.

“No?” Kelly asked.

“She was my best friend,” Vicky said.

“The best kind of girlfriend IS your best friend,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

“Um, Alexis and I talked about it,” Vicky said, laughing self-consciously, “I mean I loved being with her and I love her as a friend. It’s just… We thought it would be weird. You know, holding hands and love letters and that kind of thing.”

“I think if you hadn’t moved, you’d have changed your mind,” Kelly said, thinking about how she had discovered her own feelings for Vicky’s mother too late.

“Maybe,” Vicky said, then blushed, “probably.”

“Where there any other friends like Alexis?” Kelly asked.

“No,” Kelly said, then gave Kelly a curious look, “why?”

“It’s just… The thing you did with your fingers… It’s always just been you and Alexis, right?”

Vicky nodded, said, “Yeah.”

“You and Alexis… You’ve done that before?” Kelly asked, meeting Vicky’s eyes. She saw the truth in them before the girl even nodded. Surprised, she said, “Really? Didn’t it hurt?”

“A little,” Vicky said, a playful smile breaking out on her face, “the first time, anyway. After that… Well, you know how it feels.”

“Wow,” Kelly said.

“Why did you want to know?” Vicky asked.

“I thought… Maybe, someone had shown you how. An older girl- like a high school girl… Or an adult,” Kelly said, and Vicky laughed.

“You are my first,” Vicky said, still laughing, “well, adult, anyway.”

“Are you planning to sleep with more adults?” Kelly asked, jokingly.

Vicky gave her a quick kiss, said, “I’ll wait to see how we turn out.”

Her heart racing, Kelly asked, “We? Do you think there will be a ‘we’?”

Vicky kissed her deeply, then smiled as she said, “I hope so.”

Swallowing hard, Kelly admitted, “I do, too.”

While she had meant what she said, Kelly didn’t see how it could be possible. After all, she was probably going to prison in the near future. She had just had sex with a twelve-year-old girl, and she doubted the judge would grant her leniency because Vicky had all but seduced her.

Snorting in surprise, she realized Vicky had seduced her. Was this the outcome Vicky had hoped for when she disrobed in front of her in this very room? Had Vicky told her about dancing under the stars with Alexis to get her naked in her own backyard? The idea of a twelve-year-old girl trying to get her in the mood made her shake her head in wonder.

“Why are you shaking your head?” Vicky asked, her beautiful eyes searching Kelly’s

“I just realized this was my first time being seduced by a middle schooler,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

Vicky laughed, said, “Not surprising. You really made me work for it.”

Caught off guard, Kelly burst out laughing, “So, you were trying to seduce me!”

“Maybe,” Vicky said, blushing.

“Huh,” Kelly said, laughing. She gave Vicky a tender kiss, said, “I don’t remember being that bold when I was your age, but I’m glad you were.”

“You think I was bold?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening, “I was so nervous my hands were shaking.”

“Didn’t show. You were confident and beautiful and… damned if you didn’t talk me into dancing naked in my own backyard. I still can’t believe you got me out there. I guess what I’m getting at… Is this where you hoped to end up?”

Almost shyly, Vicky said, “I had my fingers crossed.”

“That’s…” Kelly said, then realized she didn’t have the words. Laughing, she said, “You are something else, Vicky. It’s no wonder I couldn’t resist.”

“Couldn’t resist, huh?” Vicky parroted, her smile playful.

“No,” Kelly said, wrapping the girl up in her arms and rolling them until she was atop the giggling girl. She gave Vicky a quick kiss as she got to her knees. The girl looked up at her, curiosity in her eyes as Kelly straddled one of her hips. Kelly winked at her as she lowered her weight onto the girl, their bodies nesting together. Kelly laughed when the girl’s eyes widened, then Vicky started to smile when she realized what Kelly had in mind.

“Did you and Alexis figure this out?” Kelly asked, leaning in to kiss the girl.

“Sort of,” Vicky said, running her hands over Kelly’s thighs, “we never did it like this, though.”

“There is more than one way to trib,” Kelly said, then smiled and added, “maybe in a minute you can show me what you figured out.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Okay.”

Kelly rolled her hips back and forth, grinding her body against Vicky’s. Both of them dancers, it shouldn’t surprise Kelly how well she and Vicky moved together, but it did. The first time with a new partner didn’t always go so well. Tribbing was about giving and getting, timing and anticipation between lovers and it took some practice. That wasn’t the case with Vicky. It was a replay of earlier, when they were dancing under the stars. Without explanation, they found an easy rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Smiling, Kelly thought, Maybe we really do dance to the same song in our heads.

Kelly believed there was someone for everyone out there, a yin for every yang. The more time she spent with Vicky, she found herself wondering if she hadn’t found her yin. The girl was rapidly becoming the best candidate to date.

She pushed that thought out of her head because it was way too early to be thinking things like that. She’s only known the girl a couple of months and tonight was the first time anything remotely intimate has happened between them. While tonight was extraordinary and Kelly couldn’t deny a connection to the girl, it was just silly to be thinking like this already.

Silly, right, Kelly thought, but she really didn’t think it was silly. In fact, just thinking about Vicky being ‘the one’ made her heart get all stupid in her breast.

Leaving the future for tomorrow, Kelly decided to enjoy right now. She’d spend tonight with Vicky like she’d never get another chance.

Kelly ran her hands up Vicky’s stomach, cupping her small breasts. She kneading them until Vicky’s back arched off the bed and she groaned thickly. Kelly’s hips never stopped moving, rocking back and forth against Vicky as her hands roamed freely over the girl. Vicky was soft and smooth, yet firm in all the right places. Try as they might, her hands couldn’t find a part of Vicky’s lovely young body they didn’t find fascinating.

Kelly’s hands weren’t the only ones left to wonder. Vicky explored Kelly’s body as eagerly, her intimate touch leaving Kelly’s skin tingling in their wake. Her nerve endings were responding to Vicky’s caresses, crying out for more. Kelly’s heart beat faster, thinking the girl found her body as fascinating as she did Vicky’s.

As they fed off each other’s excitement, their pace quickened. No words were spoken, but they still knew what the other wanted, because they wanted the same thing. Their cries of pleasure mingled in the space between them, growing sharper, louder as they pushed each other toward ecstasy.

Kelly felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside, and she met Vicky’s eyes. She saw Vicky was close, too, right on the edge with her. Kelly bore down on the girl, really grinding their bodies together even as her body started to lose control. She held it together long enough to topple them both over the edge and into bliss, their orgasms barely a heartbeat apart. Even as Kelly surrendered to her own climax, she felt Vicky shaking with her own.

Gasping for air, Kelly managed a smile for Vicky, leaned in for a quick, but heated kiss. Rolling of the girl, she wondered about what had just happened. It was rare, coming together like that. The stuff of romance novels, which made it seem all that more special to Kelly. As she stretched out on her back, Kelly had to smile.

She blinked in surprise when Vicky moved atop her, nudging Kelly’s legs open so she could lay between them. Kelly raised her eyebrows questioningly. Vicky just kissed her and started rubbing her lower abdomen against Kelly.

Oh God, Kelly thought, not sure she was ready to go again, so soon. Still, she wrapped her legs around the girl’s waist, crossing her ankles behind her.

It was all the encouragement Vicky needed. The roll of her hips sent lovely sensations through Kelly’s body. She hadn’t completely recovered from her last orgasm, and the delicious friction of Vicky’s body rubbing against her own had her nerve ending singing, again.

Kelly saw Vicky’s face pinched in pleasure, heard the little wordless sounds of enjoyment escaping her parted lips and she had to smile. The girl was just going for it, had no reservations about being with an adult. Kelly thought if their roles were reversed, she wouldn’t be as confident as Vicky. That confidence excited Kelly, drew her even more to the girl.

That moment of instant attraction she had felt for Vicky that first meeting was rapidly becoming something more, even if it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t have gotten this far.

Those stubborn thoughts about this being more than a mistake and a one night stand kept creeping into her head. She still wasn’t ready to deal with them, so she pushed them out of her mind and focused on the sensual flex of Vicky’s hips, the sensations rushing through her every time their bodies came together. She lost herself in Vicky, reveled in the girl’s lithe body.

It didn’t take long for tension to return to her body since it hadn’t entirely left from before. Kelly heard the change in Vicky’s breathing, her cries becoming urgent. Her heart racing, Kelly thought they were going to come together, again. Once was romantic, but twice…

She couldn’t finish the thought because her body exploded with pleasure as she came. Kelly felt Vicky shaking with her own climax, the girl’s pleasure translating through her thighs, which were still wrapped around the girl.

“Again,” Vicky said, with a breathless little laugh.

“Again what?” Kelly asked.

“We came at the same time,” Vicky said, kissing Kelly.

She noticed it, too, Kelly thought, feeling all warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. She kissed the girl back, tenderly.

“That’s not normal, right?” Vicky asked, when their lips finally parted.

Her voice thick, Kelly said, “I’ve never had it happen once, let alone twice.”

Vicky gave Kelly a shy smile, said, “Has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

Looking into the girl’s beautiful eyes, Kelly thought, God, I hope it does.

————————————————————–

“Thanks for letting Vicky stay here. You are a life saver.”

Kelly smiled at her friend, thinking it should be her thanking Becky, not the other way around. Last night had been one of the craziest, most amazing nights she had ever had. She had rolled out of bed this morning, feeling like a million bucks. She and Vicky had stayed up late into the morning, making love, then had fooled around again in the shower a few hours ago. Kelly couldn’t get enough of the girl. Luckily, Vicky seemed to have the same problem with her.

Looking at Becky, Kelly felt a twist of guilt about what she had done last night. Becky was a friend and Kelly had crossed a whole bunch of lines with what she had done with Vicky.

“It was no trouble,” Kelly said, hoping the guilt didn’t show on her face. Changing the subject, she asked, “How was the meeting?”

“Amazing,” Becky said, excitedly, “it was a huge success! So much so, they made me the head of the project. Big raise, corner office, the works.”

“Nice,” Kelly said.

Sobering up some, Becky said, “The downside… The head office is in Portland.”

“So… More flights out of town?” Kelly guessed.

“At least a couple a month, probably more at first. At least, until we get the project up and running at full capacity,” Becky said, glancing at her daughter, “I’m going to have to find something to do with Vick’s. Staying by herself for a few hours after school is one thing, but…”

Her heart racing, Kelly said, “She’s welcome to stay here.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Last night was an emergency,” Becky said, smiling warmly at Kelly, “I’ll figure something out.”

“Really, it would be no trouble,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl, “Vicky and I bonded last night. She is a great kid.”

“She is,” Becky said, pride creeping into her voice, “Are you sure? I mean, that would be perfect, but… it is up to you.”

“I’m sure,” Kelly said, smiling at her friend. She couldn’t help thinking Becky wouldn’t think it was ‘perfect’ if she knew what she and her daughter had done last night.

And this morning, too, Kelly reminded herself, thinking about how sexy Vicky had been all wet and soapy.

“Great,” Becky said, then glanced at her phone. Groaning, she said, “We’ve got to go, but we’ll get together later in the week and discuss the details.”

“Sounds good,” Kelly said, trying not to sound too excited.

“Alright Vicks,” Becky said, motioning to her daughter, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, turning off the TV. She came over to where the woman stood, looking so cute in Kelly’s summer dress. She smiled at Kelly, said, “Um, thanks for letting me stay.”

“You are welcome,” Kelly said.

“I’ll make sure we get the dress back to you,” Becky said, looking at her daughter.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kelly said, laughing, “it fits her a lot better than it did me.”

“Thanks, Ms. Chambers,” Vicky said, sweetly.

Amused, Kelly thought, If this dance thing doesn’t pan out for her, Vicky could always be an actress, with this show she is putting on for her mother.

“Bye,” Vicky said, as she and her mother went to the door.

“Bye, Vicky. I’ll see you at practice on Thursday,” Kelly said, walking with them out on the porch.

“We’ll be there,” Becky said, surprising Kelly with a hug. Kelly glanced at Vicky, and the girl shrugged. Kelly hugged the woman back. In Kelly’s ear, Becky whispered, “I’m glad I ran into you. It’s nice having you back in my life.”

Touched, Kelly said, “I’ve missed you, too.”

Becky let go of Kelly, favored her with a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry about that. Had to be said, though.”

“It’s okay,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

Putting an arm around her daughter, Becky headed down the walkway to her car. Kelly watched them from her porch. Becky looked over her shoulder and favored Kelly with a warm smile. That smile made Kelly’s breath catch in her throat because she recognized it. She hadn’t seen it in a long time, not since she was twelve. Not since Becky had moved away.

Uh-oh, Kelly thought, as she watched mother and daughter drive away, that smile could be trouble. Becky used to smile at me like that when she was having naughty thoughts.

The End

 

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How My Daughter Converted Me

  • Posted on June 13, 2017 at 12:15 pm

By Amanda

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

I was always very liberal with my daughter. I began teaching her about life from a very young age and a part of that teaching included her learning about sex and sexuality. She had a gay uncle who spent a fair amount of time at my home with his ‘girl’ friend. Sam was transgender, but happy to remain half way between male and female. Sam preferred to be acknowledged as a female, and I did everything I could to accommodate her. She had legally changed her name from Samuel to Samantha, allowing her to retain the nickname Sam. We explained what Sam was to my lovely little girl, Christina. We also explained that Michael, her uncle, preferred men to women and that meant he was gay. Chris pretty much took it all in then without a question or anything else, then asked to go swimming at the community pool.

Chris basically took everything at face value, so to her Sam was her aunt. They got on well, and I was happy to let them spend time together whenever they wanted. Sam’s maternal instincts were in overdrive, I would suspect from the hormones she was taking.

My little girl was taught that people had the right to make their own choices in life and no one had the right to say they couldn’t. I educated her to the best of my ability in all things from drugs to smoking to sex. I wanted her to be ready to face the world, and to always know that I was there to help her through anything she needed me for.

So three days after her twelfth birthday, when Christina came to me and said she was gay, I was more relieved than anything. Relieved because she trusted me with it, and I knew that I could support her through whatever hardships she might face as she grew up.

Like any mother, I suppose my first instinct was to deny what she’d told me, but I knew better. Mike had told me he’d always known he was gay. He’d known since before he understood anything else. I knew homosexuality was genetic, so I just assumed it must run in our family. It made me wonder how many of my relatives from the past might have been gay. That brought about a few weeks of learning about long-dead grandparents, grand uncles etc. There was a couple, a great aunt who died in the seventies, and a great grandfather that had died in the fifties. Both had been married. Both had also been quite odd according to what I was able to deduce based on what my mother and aunt had told me. The great aunt had a female friend that had lived in the same house as she and her husband throughout most of their lives, right up until she died, leaving my great aunt alone, having already been widowed by my great uncle.

My great-grandfather took solitary trips to Fire Island. That was all I needed to hear to suspect his fluctuating sexuality. The other clue was that he had exactly one child, my grandmother. This during a time when birth control was rarely used, and Catholic men were expected to father many children.

I, however, was not gay — I didn’t think so, anyway. Mostly I was asexual at best. I had been with Chris’ father for six months and we’d only had sex three times, the third being the charm. He left me when he found out I was pregnant, and that was fine since I was perfectly secure in my ability to raise a child on my own.

During the nine months I was pregnant, I went to school. After having Chris, I got a job as an office assistant and went to school for computer networking. Now I pulled down eighty thousand a year keeping a small company connected to all its customers and employees. In the time since Chris’ birth I’d not met a man I felt drawn to. I basically felt no sexual desire at all. I simply wanted to raise my daughter and play with my computers.

Now, all this is not to say I never masturbated. I had from time to time, but I wasn’t very sexual at all.

Three weeks after coming out to me, my daughter called me into the bath room. “Teach me how to shave my legs, Mom,” she said, looking up at me from the tub. It was strange seeing her in the bath, since she most often took a shower.

“Aren’t you a little young? I mean, you really only need to do that if your leg hair shows, and yours is still blonde.”

I looked down at my little girl, five pounds overweight and cute as she could be with her chubby little cheeks. But then I found myself looking at her legs. I was tracing their lines from her ankle to her thigh. I glanced between her legs to see that there was as yet no visible hair.

I tore my eyes away, a little surprised at myself. I looked into her face to see her smiling at me. “But mine aren’t smooth like yours,” she whined.

And they don’t need to be till you have a girlfriend, I thought to myself. I still thought of her my little girl, such a typical parent thing, I suppose, but she wouldn’t stay a child forever. I decided that since she felt the time was right, I would go with it until I had reason not to. “Okay,” I finally agreed. I opened the cabinet under the bathroom sink and got her a fresh razor. This I handed to my little girl. “Get the shaving cream there and put some in your hand, then rub it on your legs.”

“No, you,” she said, giggling. She handed the can of shaving cream to me.

I remember wondering what the difference was as I took the can and expressed some of its contents into my hand. I took her leg and beginning with the ankle smoothed the cream up to her knee. I could not help but glance between her legs to see that she did have a small patch of blonde hair growing there. It was clearly visible now that I was closer. “All the way up, Mom!” she demanded. I wrinkled my forehead but continued smearing the cream up her thigh. I stopped short of the fold where her leg met her hip.

I took the razor from my daughter. “Now pay attention or you’ll cut yourself.” I pulled the razor along her leg carefully. “See, keep the blade from moving the long way and you’ll be safe.”

I handed the razor back to her and watched as she finished the leg. She handed me the can of shaving cream again and bent her other leg up. “Now this one.” I did as she asked, sitting back and letting her shave her other leg on her own. When she was finished she rubbed her legs and smiled happily. “Smooth,” she giggled.

She reached out of the tub and grabbed my hand, rubbing it on her lower leg. “See?” she said with a smile. I smiled back. She had such soft skin and it felt quite nice, freshly shaved. I noticed that her hand was still holding mine against her leg and she was slowly moving it up toward her thigh.

At the time I didn’t think much of it and simply took my hand away, seeing a bit of disappointment in her eyes — though again, I thought nothing of it.

It was not until later that night as I lay in bed that I found out how much my daughter’s shaving lesson had affected me. I could not sleep, and tossed for quite some time before realizing that the distraction which kept me awake was my libido. I was excited.

Somewhat annoyed, I rolled on my back and slid a hand between my legs. I would get this over with quickly. As a rule, my libido was more of a distraction than anything else.

As I lay rubbing my clit, feeling the familiar build of an orgasm, I found my thoughts turning to how smooth my little girl’s leg had felt, how flawless her skin was. I found myself wondering if the little patch of hair between her legs was softer than my own… wondering what would have happened if I had not pulled my hand from my daughter’s grip.

I came hard, harder than I can ever remember coming before. I rolled on my side and closed my eyes, ashamed. I’d brought myself to orgasm while fantasizing about my little girl. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. The guilt I felt was almost unbearable.

Another thought occurred to me. I wondered if my little girl had known what she was doing. She had always been a precocious child. It could have been possible that she was testing out her sexuality on me. Of course at the time I didn’t believe that, it seemed far too outlandish to even consider seriously. No, I turned it all in on myself. I felt there must be something wrong with me, that I was broken.

The next day I awoke, hardly remembering the night before. I showered and went to work like any other day. When I got home that night around six, I found Chris had cooked dinner. She had it set out on the dining room table with the lights low and candles burning. I set my briefcase down and joined her at the table.

“So what brought this on?” I asked as she scooped mac and cheese onto my plate. She then served me lima beans and mashed potatoes. To her, this was a feast fit for a queen. This meal served by my little girl was exactly that in my own mind, I suppose.

“I love you, so I made you dinner.” She served herself and sat down at the table, digging in right away.

“How was school today?”

“Dumb,” she said with a mouth full of potatoes. “Fiona and I got in trouble for talking in math class.”

“Yeah? Well you know you’re not supposed to do that.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I only had to stay after for fifteen minutes.” She served herself more potatoes. “I don’t have any homework, I got it all done before you got home,” she said, sounding a bit proud. I would still check it, but I rarely had to have her redo anything, so for the most part it sounded like we would have the night together.

“How was work, Mom? Oh it was fine, you know, computers broke, I fixed them,” I said after a long silence.

Chris looked a little embarrassed that she had not asked me about my day. She had obviously tried to make our dinner perfect. “It’s okay, hon.” I told her, trying to relieve some of the guilt. “But just remember, you should always ask how someone’s day is, even if you don’t care. It’s just polite.” She nodded her head.

We talked quite a bit while we ate. I asked her if she and Fiona, a friend she had found since coming out to me, was her girlfriend. She told me that she had a crush on someone else — but no matter how much I probed, she would not tell me who.

We spent the night watching television. I held my little girl close, like I so often did while we sat on the couch. I was really enjoying cuddling her, but then the shame from the previous night reemerged. Almost involuntarily I pulled away from Chris, but she held tight and tried to pull me back.

“What’s wrong?” I heard her little voice.

“Nothing, sweetie, I was just going to get something to drink.”

The trip to the kitchen and back gave me time to clear my head, so that when I got back to the couch I was able to snuggle up with my daughter without feeling dirty. We went to bed a little earlier than normal that night, and again I found myself tossing and turning, though this time from guilt and not sexual excitement.

I woke up ready to face the day. It was Friday, an easy day to face as a rule. I went to work starting to feel better about the fantasy I’d had about my little girl. It was just random thoughts during masturbation, and I should let it go as such.

Around three, Chris called to tell me she was going to stay with her friend Fiona until I got home. I told her to make sure to be home when I got there and hung up.

I made it through the day and headed home. I pulled into the drive and got out of the car, lugging my briefcase with me. I opened the front door to Chris’ smiling face. She immediately took my briefcase and handed me a glass of club soda. “Can we go out to dinner tonight?” she asked me right away.

I pushed into the house and sat down. After a sip of my soda I looked up at her. “Thanks, sweetie. Umm, where did you want to go?”

“Banana’s,” she said. She loved that restaurant. It was a nice place on the south side of Boulder. I agreed, and after finishing my club soda led her out to the car.

We didn’t talk much as we drove the ten minutes to Banana’s. Personally I was just dreaming about the weekend. I had things I had to do, but a few things I wanted to do.

We were led to our seat and the hostess took our drink order. “She’s pretty,” Chris said as the woman walked away.

“You like black girls?”

“Fiona is black,” she told me. I honestly didn’t know. I’d never met the girl.

“I thought you said that you liked someone else,” I said, teasing her.

“Yeah, but at first I liked Fiona, that’s how we got to be friends,” she confessed. “They have cute butts,” she giggled.

“Christina!” I laughed. “Well, I suppose they do,” I admitted.

We talked about such silly things right up until our food was brought to the table. “I did my homework at Fiona’s,” Chris told me. Her tone told me that she was lying, but she had the whole weekend to get it done so I let it go. I did find myself wondering, though, what it was that she’d done at Fiona’s that she didn’t want me to know about.

When we got home, I went to my office to check on the new server we’d just installed at the office. While I was working on that, Chris turned on the television and began searching through the channels.

When I finished checking out the new server, I joined my daughter in the living room. “I thought you were going to ask to spend the night with your friend when you called me today,” I said, half paying attention to the show.

Chris looked up and smiled. “I thought about having a sleepover here, but I wanna have it with you.”

“With me?” I asked, a bit surprised. “I’m an old lady, though.”

“Yeah, but you’re my best friend.”

Yeah, but? I thought to myself. “So you think I’m old, huh?” I teased.

“NO!” she laughed. “You’re not old, just older than me.” Chris began giggling. “Grandma’s old,” she added.

“So what then, I’m supposed to sleep on the floor in your room?” I asked. There was no way that’d happen, but I was teasing her.

“No, I’ll sleep in your room.”

“There isn’t room on the floor,” I told her.

“I knooow, Mom, jeez. I’ll sleep in your bed, like I do at Anna’s when I stay with her.”

That raised some questions in my mind. My daughter’s recent coming out made me wonder what she might have been doing on her sleepovers. I dismissed it, though. I remembered being a curious young girl at her age and the things my friends and I did. Gay or straight, I am sure she was experimenting with her girl friends.

“Okay, I guess we can have a sleepover,” I finally told her.

Chris wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. “I’m gonna go change.” She jumped up and ran to her room. A few minutes later she came back wearing a tee shirt she’d stolen from me. She climbed up on the couch folding her bare legs under herself and letting the shirt ride up slightly. I could not help but look, seeing that she was wearing a pair of pink cotton panties.

We watched television for a while longer before Chris became impatient and dragged me off to my room. I changed into my own extra-long tee shirt. I didn’t bother going in the bathroom. I’d never been ashamed of my body in front of her, and it had translated into Chris not being ashamed of hers.

I turned off the light and lay down in bed. Chris was already under the covers. She kissed me on the cheek and rolled on her side, turning her back to me. I lay there staring up at the ceiling feeling her warmth next to me, and I have to admit it was quite nice.

Before long, Chris turned on her other side and draped her arm over my belly. I wrapped my arm around her and stroked her back absently while I lay there, enjoying the closeness I shared with her.

Chris’ little hand on my belly distracted me, and I faltered in stroking her. I looked down at my little girl, just barely able to make out her form in the darkness. I sighed and returned to my thoughts. It felt nice being stroked this way.

As I felt her hand moving slowly down my belly, I tensed. My clit tingled, and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I had never felt that way with Chris before, but something about this made me nervous.

I suppose she had been building her courage. Chris began tugging at my shirt until my panties were exposed and she could slip her hand under my shirt to rub the bare skin of my belly. Uncomfortable does not cover what I felt then. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard and tried to deny the building sexual excitement I was feeling.

Stop her! I screamed in my mind when I felt her pinkie finger slip under the waistband of my underwear. It felt so good, though — being touched like this. I felt like I was being seduced, slowly, gently. I had to admit, I loved it, but it was wrong and I had to stop her.

I couldn’t stop her. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t say anything. My curiosity had the better of me and I had to see where it was that my little girl was going with this.

I thought she might have been working her way down to my sex. I half expected her hand to rub over my pubic hair. It did not. In a sudden movement she reached up and cupped her hand around my breast. My blood ran cold and I gasped, “What are you doing?”

She stopped and moved her hand away. No wait, don’t stop, I pleaded silently.

“I love you, Mom,” she whispered. Her hand moved slowly around my belly button. I was breathing quick and shallow. The nipple of the breast she had cradled in her little hand was so hard that it pushed against my shirt uncomfortably.

Slowly, Chris slid her hand back up my chest and wrapped her fingers around my breast. I trembled with the shame of it, feeling tears welling up in my eyes, but no matter how wrong it was, I didn’t want to stop my daughter from continuing this seduction. But I had to.

“Little girls aren’t suppose to touch their moms this way,” I finally said with a trembling voice.

“Why not?” Her question was sincere.

“For one thing, I could get into trouble. But it’s just wrong, I’m your mom.”

“I won’t tell. I thought your first time was suppose to be someone you loved. I love you more than anyone else, so I want it to be with you,” she said, not pulling her hand away this time.

I was trying to move my arm to push her hand away, but I couldn’t. Instead I found myself reaching down and cupping her bottom with my hand. I wasn’t just letting her do this, now I was participating in it.

Chris drew closer to me, reaching across my chest and stroking my other breast. She ran her fingers over my nipples — hardening them, much to my embarrassment.

For all of the shame, though, I wasn’t stopping her. For as much as I knew this just had to be wrong, I could not stop her. I slipped my hand under her shirt and stroked her bottom, now only separated from her by a thin layer of cotton.

Chris sighed and pushed hard against my side. She moved her hand from my breast and down my belly until it rested on my panties, just above my mound. My sex was aching now. As much as I hated myself for it, I wanted her to touch me.

As she pressed against me, I felt her rocking. Feeling my little girl masturbating against my body sent a sudden shock of excitement through me. I found myself tensing, pressing into her crotch with each thrust of her hips.

“Baby, don’t make me do this,” I whispered.

“You want to stop?” she asked, sounding desperate.

I swallowed hard and looked at her for a long time, so long that she moved her hand away. Tears streamed down my face. “No, I don’t,” I said, just above a whisper.

No sooner than the words left my lips than her hand was back under my tee shirt and she was pushing it under the waist band of my panties. Her hand moved across my pubic hair and she folded her fingers around my mound.

I had not been touched by another person in years, but I don’t think I’d ever been this hot. I don’t remember any touch feeling so electric as hers did. There was something about my little girl cupping my sex that drove my desires like no one else ever could have. Her fingers spread around my clit, then she closed them back together as she slid them into my hole.

Was I gay? Was this what I’d always wanted? A woman? But she wasn’t a woman. She was my daughter, a child. A girl who was so young she didn’t even need a training bra. Could that have been it? Was it because she was a little girl?

Too many questions, when all I wanted was to feel more of her touch.

My head cleared a little when I felt her tugging at my panties. Instinctively, I lifted up so she could pull them off. She sat up and suddenly felt too far from me as she pulled my underwear off and threw them over me to the floor. Chris did not hesitate to take her own underthings off and toss them next to mine.

She crawled on top of me. She seemed to know what she was doing. She was clearly skilled in the art of seduction — but how? I wondered. How could a twelve-year-old girl know how to seduce a grown woman, not to mention her own mother?

Chris leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. She reached into my mouth with her small tongue and I closed my eyes, sinking into the kiss. God, it was erotic, feeling her small body on my own, feeling her lips against mine.

She reached down and pulled at my shirt, tugging it up until I had to move to get it off. I then slipped her top off, wanting to see her nakedness. I reached out and stroked her chest, playing with her nipples. I was too shocked by what was going on to be much of a lover. Not that I was skilled anyway, I simply didn’t have the experience — but I tried to touch her the way I liked to be touched. I ran my hands down her sides and around her hips to hold her bottom as she straddled my waist.

“Mommy,” Chris said. She was about to confess something she thought would make me upset, it was the only time she ever called me Mommy. “Don’t be mad, but I didn’t do homework at Fiona’s. She let me practice what I’d do on her. She told me what felt good and how to do stuff. She knows about sex stuff.”

“Did you, now?” I asked. She had practiced this. I wondered how long she’d been planning it, building me up to it. Then the memory of shaving her occurred to me. Had that been a part of this plan? Did she have me help shave her legs to plant some kind of seed?

“You’re not mad, are you?” she asked me quite sincerely.

“Of course not.” I wrapped my arms around my little girl and held her close, comforting her.

Finally she sat back up and began to rub my breasts. I was on fire for my daughter, hardly able to believe what it was that I was doing. Chris lay down and pushed herself between my legs. She hesitated only for a minute before leaning in and surrounding my clit with her little lips.

I gasped, hardly able to believe the expert attention she was giving to my sex. Where had she learned all of this? She suckled me, lapped at me and finally slid three of her fingers inside, causing me to moan loudly.

I writhed on the bed. I ached for her touch. Each plunge of her fingers sent waves through me. Finally in a single burst of orgasm I arched my back and screamed, pulling her closer, yearning for more of her hands and mouth.

When it subsided, I lay on the bed breathing deeply, my head spinning slightly and my skin tingly. I wanted to give my little girl this sensation. I wanted to make her feel what I’d felt.

Slowly I got up and eased the child onto her back, where I began planting little kisses up and down her body. I was unsure about this. I’d never done any such thing. I had wondered about it, like anyone else would, but never did anything to make it happen. I never thought for a moment that if I was with another female, it would it be my twelve-year-old daughter.

I’m sure I was far more nervous than my little girl. Slowly I worked my way along her body and down between her legs. I positioned myself so that I could cover her swollen sex with my mouth.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue across it. Chris moaned and twitched with each lick. I slid my pinky into her body and began moving it in and out to the rhythm of my lapping.

My daughter was breathing hard, clutching the blankets, my shoulders, my hair. She had lifted her legs slightly, making it easier for me to reach her vulva. I moved faster, adding more pressure with my tongue. Chris was moaning and gasping and finally she slammed her hands and feet to the bed, pushing her sex hard toward my face. “Oh!” she cried out. “Mom!”

My little girl relaxed to the bed once her orgasm had subsided. I crawled up to lie next to her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly to me. I loved my little girl so deeply, I wanted to cradle her like this forever.

“My first time was with the prettiest girl in the world,” she whispered.

“When you practiced with Fiona?”

“That didn’t count, it was just practice. You’re my first.”

I closed my eyes and let myself drift at the edge of sleep. I thought I should feel ashamed, but I did not. I felt nothing but my love for my daughter.

I had never thought of myself as gay, and certainly never as a pedophile, yet this seemed so right to me. Whatever my little girl had originally set out to do, I don’t really know. What I do know is that the experience changed me. Perhaps I’m not gay, I don’t really feel an attraction to any women, but I feel an attraction to my little girl. This adventure has caused me to redefine myself a bit. I may or may not be a pedophile or a lesbian, but I am in love with my daughter, and that was all I really needed to understand.

The End

 

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Tabitha’s Initiation, Part One

  • Posted on June 9, 2017 at 5:45 pm

In the Hayloft

By Amy K.

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

It was the summer of my eighteenth year, and I was once again spending my summer vacation with my cousin Samantha. This year we were staying at her parents’ place, which was a little farm out in the middle of nowhere. It was a nice enough place, with many wooded areas that two girls could lose themselves in, and the nearest town was only about a fifteen-minute drive away.

It was also the summer that Samantha’s little sister Tabitha turned fourteen. She seemed to be more on her mother’s side of the family, unlike her sister, and was nowhere near as adventurous either. To my knowledge, the girl’s experimentation with sex had been limited to solitary pursuits late at night. But this summer, that was to change.

June and July passed fairly uneventfully that year. The summer had been a rather annoyingly cool and rainy one, so Samantha and I barely found the time to “be together” except for after bedtime. It was a little frustrating, though, for we both had looked forward to taking a little camping trip a short distance away. We were looking forward to being able to truly let go, but with the rain, and the fact that we were told we’d have to take Tabitha along, we were forced to change our minds. So, we spent a lot of time being good, which was a bit of stretch for Samantha and I.

Finally, though, on one of the few pleasant days that summer, luck was on our side. That day, Tabitha was off visiting a friend who lived a few miles away, and her and Samantha’s parents had gone into town for lunch before heading off to some auction or other. This left my cousin and I all alone to look after things for several hours, and we planned on taking advantage of it…

*****

Just after her parents’ car pulled out of the driveway, and out onto the old dirt road that lead out to the highway, Samantha grabbed me by the hand. With a mischievous grin, she dragged me off towards the small barn a few yards away from the house.

It really wasn’t much. Mostly it was just a storage shed for farm equipment, with a few empty stalls where our grandparents once kept horses and a ladder up the small hayloft were my Uncle William kept rabbits.

I couldn’t help but giggle, my whole body tingling with excitement as I followed Samantha up the wooden ladder to where several dozen bales of straw and a blanket would serve as a more than adequate place to be naughty. I could almost feel my frustration building, my expectations overwhelming me. As a result, once I was standing before my cousin, there in the loft amongst several dozen voyeuristic rabbits, I simply lost control.

Without a word, I grabbed Samantha around the waist and, pulling her towards me, kissed her full upon the lips. She resisted for but briefest of seconds, and had to laugh at my sudden aggressiveness, but melted into me as my tongue invaded her mouth.

It felt so good to finally hold my beloved cousin in my arms, to run my hands over her back while I tasted her sweet lips. It seemed like an eternity since we were alone without the threat of parental interference, and we intended to make the best of our time together.

I sighed contentedly into Samantha’s mouth, running one of my hands down to the firm roundness of her ass, hugging my cousin as close to me as possible. She obliged me quite sincerely, by leaning forward into me as she surrendered to my desires.

I soon felt my cousin’s soft hands upon my tummy, sliding slowly up and under my T-shirt as I tried to undo her jeans with one hand. “You’re so insatiable!” she chuckled, pulling away for a moment as my pulse pounded in my ears.

“I can’t help it,” I said with a grin, my breathing becoming more haggard as my excitement built, “I’ve missed having you all to myself!”

“But what if someone should catch us, Amy?” teased Samantha as I dropped to my knees, pulling down her jeans and panties as I went.

I glanced up at her with a sly grin when I heard her words, and met her hungry gaze. “Then I guess we’ll just have to make it a threesome!” I giggled, and gave the toned, firmness of her thigh a gentle kiss.

Samantha chuckled softly, and moaned happily as she felt my hands moving up her legs as I kissed my way towards the dark red curls of her pubic hair. I made a bit of a show of seeming reluctant as I moved closer and closer to her waiting pussy. Once I had come within inches of it, I ran my tongue back down her inner thigh as I squeezed her calf muscles gently with both hands.

She reacted as I knew she would, her whole body quivering as she tried to remain standing and in control. I gave her thigh a playful nibble before bringing my hands up to cup her ass cheeks, and watched as my cousin’s facial expression changed. I smiled to myself as I listened to her breathing change to become almost a panting sound when my lips were placed just above her clit.

“Mmm! Right there!” Samantha told me with a sigh, as she placed her hands upon my shoulders for support.

In response to her encouragement, I squeezed her firm ass in my hands as I ran the tip of my tongue through her pubic hair in a random pattern, being sure to avoid her clit until I was ready.

“Sam,” I asked her in my most sweet and innocent of voices as she leaned forward a little and gasped. “Do you love me?”

“Yes, yes, Amy, I do,” she replied. “Mmm, please, you know what I need.”

“Then tell me,” I teased, smiling as I ran tongue back down to trace a line over her inner thigh, carefully avoiding my cousin’s labia.

“Yes, ooh… I love you Amy. I really do!” Samantha’s voice was raising in pitch a little as she spoke, and I could hear the desperation therein.

“Then tell me what you want, my love,” I continued, and brought my hands back around to spread her pussy apart with my fingers without giving Samantha too much stimulation.

My cousin looked down at me, as her long curly red locks fell about her pretty face. There was a look of intensity in her eyes that always sent chills through me, and I couldn’t help but giggle with delight as she grabbed me by the hair and forcibly pulled me towards her pussy.

“Lick me!” cried Samantha, as she buried my face in her pussy. “Lick my cunt, Amy! Do it, NOW!”

I sighed contentedly, and shoved my tongue inside of her without hesitation. To my delight my cousin had gotten quite moist from my teasing, and I was rewarded for my work by the taste of her wonderful pussy.

My cousin calmed down a little as I settled into a bit of a rhythm, my tongue moving about inside of her, finding all the secret places that I knew would heighten Samantha’s excitement. She sighed happily, and I listened to the patterns of her breathing as I pushed my head back against her hands in order to run my tongue over her swollen pussy lips. Samantha relaxed her grip a little, and I let out a little whine of mock disappointment at not having her pulling my hair as I moved up toward her clit.

She then gasped as I simultaneously gave her hardened clit a long, slow, circling lick, and slid my middle finger inside of her wet pussy. “Oh!” gasped Samantha, in surprise, and panted for a few moments before catching her breath enough to inquire, “Are you — Ohh! Are you going to fuck me now, little girl?”

“Mmm, only if you want me to, Sam,” I teased, and gave her clit a careful nibble as I twisted my finger inside of her, causing my cousin’s body to shudder.

“Oh, you know it!” she laughed and gave a little cry as I felt her inner walls contract, “Oh–! Oh, Amy, right there! Don’t stop!”

I smiled to myself as my cousin begged for more. All the while I held her clit in my teeth as I licked it with the tip of the tongue, all the while slowly and methodically weaving my finger into her pussy. Her cries and gasps of delight soon increased even more, and I knew that there was no turning back as Samantha tangled her fingers in my hair and tugged, giving me all the more reason to continue.

I then glanced up, smiling as I watched the expressions that crossed her face as I flicked her clit rapidly, sliding a second finger into my cousin’s wet, convulsing pussy. There was something beautifully entrancing about the way Samantha closed her eyes tightly, while biting her lip and gasping almost rhythmically as I began a slow, gentle thrusting with my fingers.

I knew that Samantha was close, and I knew that I could finish her with little effort, but I could never be quite so generous.

I had always truly enjoyed watching my cousin come. It was almost like a form of performance art with her, and though she often referred to my willingness to go down on her as “giving”, I always thought of it as the slightest bit selfish. Samantha always seemed to be at her most beautiful at the point of orgasm, and keeping her there was as much for my benefit as for hers.

But my reverie was broken at the sound of Samantha’s sudden loud cry as she fell forward, shaking uncontrollably. I cried out as well, in surprise, though, and was thankful for the bales of straw that littered the loft, as my cousin and I became an awkward tangle of arms and legs.

I giggled as I realized no one was hurt, finding her reaction rather amusing, and was surprised once more to find that Samantha had barely noticed our predicament. I, however, was now somewhat trapped, pinned to the straw strewn floor by her legs, which were now tightly squeezed together. I could feel my fingers still inside of her, and Samantha’s pussy clamped down hard upon them while she came.

“Oh-! Oh fuck–!” I heard her gasp as I struggled to get out from under her enough to breathe, and smiled when I realized that Samantha was mostly bent over the bale, “Oh, Amy! Oooh!”

My cousin’s moaning and gasping seemed to go on forever, regardless of our awkward position, and for once I was almost glad when they began to subside. With just a little reluctance, I retrieved my fingers, and crawled out from under Samantha. I then sat down and smiled at her vulnerable position as I gave my wet fingers a lick before sucking my cousin’s juices off of them.

“Ooh, I’m so sorry…” I heard her say quietly.

I looked up at her and smiled. “It’s okay,” I assured my cousin, and crawled over on my hands and knees to give her a gentle kiss, “Actually, it was kinda amusing. But I think in the future, you might try sitting down first!”

Samantha smiled, and rolled over before sitting down on the floor and beckoning me to sit beside her. I complied, and snuggled in close when she put her arm around me, holding me protectively.

“Thanks, though,” my cousin replied. “Even with the mishap, it was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome as always,” I told her, and looked up into her eyes, “But I can think of other ways to thank me.”

Samantha smiled, and gave my teasing kiss on the nose. “You’re so demanding, little girl,” she chuckled, “I may just have to teach you a lesson in manners!”

I gave her my best pouty face, and tried to look hurt, eventhough I was on the verge of a giggle fit. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said sweetly, “I’ll be good, Mommy!”

My cousin blushed a little as words sent a bit of a chill though her, smiling as she bowed her head a little while she spoke. “Well, actually,” admitted Samantha, “I was thinking of another role for you to play…”

I tilted my head questioningly, as I sized up her expression for a moment. “Oh?” I inquired with a grin, “you have my attention, my love, now come on. Spit it out!”

Samantha laughed a little and shook her head. “No, I… I can’t,” she replied, “It’s too embarrassing!”

“Now I really want to know!” I giggled, and moved repositioned myself so that I was straddling her lap facing her, “Come on, Sam, tell me!”

“No way!” she laughed, turning away and covering her face with her hands.

“Aw, don’t hide from me, Mommy,” I teased in my youngest sounding tone, “Don’t you want to make your little girl happy?”

Samantha sighed and dropped her hands in time to see me slip out of my t-shirt. I then smiled down at her, my small, perky breasts not far from her face. “You — you know I always do,” she said with a smile, and cupped them with her hands, carefully taking my small pink nipples between her fingers.

“Then tell me what you want,” I said as levelly as I could with my cousin’s long fingers squeezing both my nipples at once, twisted them gently as we spoke.

“You’ll laugh at me,” my cousin replied quietly as she watched the small movements of her fingers.

“No, I won’t,” I said honestly, my tone becoming serious, “Just tell me, Sam. It can’t be that bad.”

“Well, actually,” she said, suddenly blushing almost as red as her hair, “I was thinking more along the lines of pretending you were my sister…”

I gasped loudly, and tried not to laugh with my own sudden sense of embarrassment. Although we had never actually discussed it, we had both noticed the way Tabitha had been developing. She was growing up almost as quickly as Samantha had, and would probably be just as beautiful, but for now the girl was still in her deliciously cute stage.

I myself had even masturbated a few times, thinking of what it might be like to be with her, but I had no idea what she even thought of sex, let alone with another woman.

“I — I see,” I stammered, “Well, I think I could handle that. Too bad we can’t do it for real, though!”

My cousin looked up at me with her eyes wide. She smiled broadly and threw her arms around me. “Amy, I love you!” she exclaimed, tears of relief welling up in her eyes, “I love you so much…”

“I love you too, Sam,” I told her reassuringly. “And it’s okay. Really, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it…”

“Really?” she inquired, “That’s good. ‘Cause I was afraid of how you’d react.”

“Why?” I inquired seriously, “I know who your heart belongs to, and I have no problem with you fantasizing about anyone. Especially not when it’s someone as yummy as your little sister!”

Samantha chuckled a little and kissed my neck. “Thank you,” she said, “But it’s not only that, I mean… she’s so young…”

“So?” I asked, “Tabitha’s a year older than we were when we where first together. I don’t see any problem with it.”

“I’m glad,” she said, and pulled away enough to face me, “I was actually kinda worried that you’d freak out or something. But, I’m glad it’s not such a big deal to you.”

I shrugged with a bit of a grin. “Why do you suppose I enjoy pretending to be your little girl?” I asked with a smile. “There’s more to it than you think!”

“Well, then why do you suppose I enjoy it when you do!?” laughed Samantha, leaning my back onto the floor.

“I guess we share a few fetishes that we should have discussed previously!” I giggled, giving in to my cousin’s advances.

“Definitely,” she agreed, bringing her legs into a kneeling position, “But isn’t that floor a little hard for you?”

“Kinda,” I agreed, and reached up with my hands so that I could be helped up, “Maybe that bale of hay?”

“Straw,” corrected Samantha. “It helps insulate the room so that rabbits don’t freeze.”

I shrugged. “Whatever,” I replied as we got to our feet, “I’m afraid you’re the only true country girl here.”

Samantha smiled. “Opposites attract, I guess,” she said, putting her arms around me, and turning around. “Now lay down, little one, and let me return the favor.”

“And just what does my big sister have in mind for her little sister?” I giggled as she slipped off her shirt.

My cousin paused at my words, and inhaled deeply. “You’ll see, Tabby,” she replied, and I tried to hide my smile as my cousin blushed again, “But first I think we need to make this place just a little more comfortable.”

“How very practical,” I commented, trying to get a reaction with a hint of sarcasm.

“Well,” replied Samantha, as she laid our shirts across a bale of straw, “If you really want straw sticking in your butt…”

“Actually,” I told her offhandedly, “I’d prefer your finger!”

“Well, then maybe I’ll have to try two!” laughed Samantha, taking me in her arms and kissing me before laying me down lengthwise across the bale.

“Oh, you!” I laughed, as she moved down, running her hands over my breasts, and giving my nipples each a playful squeeze before moving on.

“Me?” my cousin inquired, chuckling as she kissed her way down towards my breasts, her hands now supporting her weight on either side of me, “What did I do?”

“Mmm, I think it’s more of what you’re going to do,” I purred, running my nails across back as her tongue began to caress its way across my small firm breast.

“And what am I going to do, little one?” she asked, and gave my nipple a gentle nibble before dragging her teeth across it as she raised her head to smile at me.

“Anything you want, big sister,” I answered softly, and ran my hand across the softness of her cheek.

“Be careful what you wish for,” replied Samantha, before giving my fingers a kiss and little suckle before moving back down to run the tip of her tongue around my nipple.

I sighed contentedly, and held her head in place as she sucked the better part of my breast into her mouth. I moaned happily as her tongue played across it, as she suckled it almost in time with my pulse. Soon, I felt Samantha’s hands on my thighs, spreading my legs and pulling me down a little farther so that my hips were off the end of the bale of straw.

“What are you doing?” I inquired sweetly with little real concern.

“Nothing,” my cousin answered as she pulled back and gave me a deep, teasing kiss between my breasts.

“Why don’t I believe you?” I giggled, smiling uncontrollably as I felt Samantha unbuttoning my jean shorts before pulling them down.

“Don’t you trust your big sister, Tabby?” she asked, trying to sound both hurt, and just a little authoritative.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling her words sent through me. I felt naughty enough making love to my cousin in her parents’ hayloft, but playing out a scenario where I was pretending to be her fourteen-year-old sister sent chills through me. And the fact that we could conceivably be caught drove me completely wild.

I looked up in time to watch Samantha begin kissing her way down across my stomach as she reached up with her left hand to cup my breast. But it was my cousin’s right hand that caused me to truly take notice.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as Samantha positioned herself between my legs and teasingly began running the tip of her tongue around the outside of my pussy. The whole time she held my gaze, smiling a little as she could see the hunger in my eyes. Trying to distract me from the subtle movements of her index finger as it traced a line between my ass cheeks before moving to my labia.

“Hmm, could be wetter,” commented Samantha, and gave my clit a quick lick that sent chills though me, “Oooh! That’s a bit better, a little more though, I think.”

I could only close my eyes and moan softly as my cousin slid her tongue inside of me, the whole time slowly rubbing my clit with her thumb as she fondled my breast while squeezing, pinching the hardened nipple between two fingers.

She kept this up for several minutes, obviously enjoying my little sighs and gasps before I started letting out long deep moans. Samantha didn’t stop, though, she moved her mouth up to my clit and suckled the hardened bud as she slid two fingers between my moist pussy lips. My body shuddered a little at the initial penetration, and my inner walls immediately clamped down against my cousin’s fingers as she began slowly sliding them in deeper and deeper.

I soon had no choice but to fall back up the bale of straw as what felt like vertigo made it difficult to stay elevated. The sensation of my cousin’s fingers moving slowly in and out of me as she licked and nibbled at my clit driving me crazy, yet Samantha managed to keep me on the edge without letting fall.

It was both frustrating and achingly arousing to have her tease me so. I knew from past experience that Samantha was purposely finding just the right places to stimulate me. Then, she would exploit them to the point where I surely thought I’d come, before moving onto the next. It was like the sensation of rising and falling upon waves of ecstasy, and I was at their mercy.

I then felt her pull her fingers back, and I cried out in anguish as the joyous sensation of penetration was taken from me. But I was to be deprived only for a moment, as I felt my cousin’s middle finger rubbing my juices into my asshole before pushing against it.

“Ow! Ohh… yeah,” I moaned, sighing deeply with pleasure as I was doubly penetrated by Samantha’s long fingers. “Right there, cuz!”

I could actually feel Samantha’s fingers touching between the thin barrier between my asshole and pussy as they moved in unison in and out of me in long even strokes. “Do you like it?” she inquired.

“Mmm, yeah!” I exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and pushing harder. “Ohh, but– but, Sam, is this what you want–! Oh! Want to do to Tabitha?”

“Oh, oh yeah!” she laughed with a wide grin, “Definitely! I want to show my little sister everything we’ve shown each other.”

“Oooh, sounds sooo good!” I giggled, taking her other hand as well, and making her pinch my nipple just a little harder, “Tell me, my love– OH! Tell me! Tell me how you want to fuck your little sister!”

My cousin grinned and began rubbing my clit with her thumb as she fingered me. “Oh, I don’t know…” she replied wistfully. “Maybe I’d do THIS!”

With that, Samantha slid another finger inside of my ass, causing me to shriek loudly, arching my back as the feeling filled me. “Ohh! Ah, I–! Uh–!” was all I could manage as my cousin’s fingers stretched me a little father apart. But it felt so good to be so full that all I could do was push her fingers in even farther.

“Oooh, I see you like it, little girl!” chuckled Samantha, “Hmm, I may have to punish you if you like it too much!”

“Oh! Oh yes, Sam!” I cried, almost laughing as I moaned. “Please! Please punish me!” My cousin grinned and twisted her fingers inside of my a little before shoving them firmly back inside. “Oh, so does my little Tabby want a good spanking?” she teased, trying to sound a little condescending.

“Mm! Oh, yesss! Please!” I begged, my whole body alive with sensation, my senses on the verge of overload as the thought of her Samantha’s hand smacking my across the ass making me come.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed in mock despair, “You’re coming all over my finger, little girl! Now what ever will I do?”

“Oooh! An-anything!” I gasped as my body shuddered, and I began thrashing about, my orgasm taking total control, “Ah! Sam! Ohhh!”

My cousin quickly removed her fingers, and moved up to hold me as I came. She held me close and kissed me affectionately as I shuddered beneath her. “Shh…” she soothed, as I let out a long series of short gasps, and tears actually formed in my eyes at the joy I felt.

“I love you, Amy…” I heard her whisper in my ear, and it was all that I could do to hold her.

I knew that I’d probably leave scratches across her back as I inadvertently dug my nails into her back while I squirmed, but I knew that Sam wouldn’t mind. She merely held me tighter, nuzzling my ear lovingly as my near convulsions began to subside, and I took several long deep breaths so that I wouldn’t hyperventilate.

“Oh, Sam…” I moaned, “thank you… so much.”

“Uh, Amy?” I heard her pensive reply.

“Yes?” I inquired sweetly, expecting her kiss but instead finding Samantha looking up in horror.

I tilted my head, and gasped at what I saw. I had to blink several times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, but what I saw was real. Before us stood little Tabitha with a shocked look across her face.

If it weren’t for our precarious position I would have thought her expression too cute in a sweet and innocent, almost vulnerable way. She was wearing a pair of blue denim overalls, with a tight pink t-shirt that I was certain hugged her little tits in just the right way. Her shoulder length red hair was tied in a pair of girlish looking pigtails that added to her youthful innocent appeal, and the girl’s wide green eyes seemed to betray a sense of wonder.

“Whatcha doing?” she inquired sweetly, putting her hands behind her back and blushing a little.

“Um, playing?” I volunteered, feeling horribly embarrassed, yet strangely excited at the same time.

“I see…” the girl replied somewhat pensively, “It doesn’t look like any game I’ve ever played.”

“It’s more of a grown-up game,” explained her sister, standing up, making no move to cover herself.

“But it’s a secret one,” I added as I followed suit a little more modestly, and glanced around for the rest of my clothes.

“It must be,” pondered Tabitha, “’cause I’ve never seen anyone else doing that. And no one’s ever told me about it either. Is it fun?”

“Definitely!” laughed Samantha a little nervously as I stood closely behind her, trying to shield myself with her body, “But, because it’s a secret, you can’t tell Mom or Dad about this.”

“Why?” inquired her sister innocently, looking a little skeptical, “They’re grownups.”

“They wouldn’t understand, Tabby,” replied Samantha solemnly, and put her arm around me, “But… But we’d like to show you more some time. If, if you’d like…”

Tabitha bit the end of her finger thoughtfully, and I felt my nervousness heighten as I heard my cousin’s dog barking excitedly as their parents walked towards the house. “Um, maybe,” she said carefully, and glanced over her shoulder for a moment to look outside, “But I’m not a grown-up. I thought you said it’s a grown-up game.”

“It is,” I agreed nervously, returning Samantha’s embrace, “But I think you’re old enough.”

“Yeah!” agreed Samantha with a reassuring smile, “But it would have to be later. And we’d have to be quiet and careful about.”

“Okay, I guess,” replied Tabitha, “But I… I don’t know too much about this stuff.”

“It’s easy,” her sister assured her, “We’ll show you how it’s done, and you can join in as much or as little as you want.”

“I see,” commented Tabitha thoughtfully. “So when can we start?”

“How about tonight?” I inquired, “After your parents have gone to bed. We’ll have to be quiet, but it’s more exciting this way.”

Samantha smiled and nodded. “Quite, my dear,” she replied, “But, that’s for later. Right now, we’d best be getting our clothes back on. A secret’s only a secret so long as no one knows about it. But, what’s your opinion, Tabby? You up for it tonight?”

The girl nodded slowly and smiled a little. “Yeah, I think so,” she said with a bit of cute giggle. “Just tell me when.”

“No — no problem!” I stammered nervously, overjoyed to have the chance to retrieve my clothes once the girl had started climbing back down the ladder.

“Well,” commented Samantha with a smirk, “Things are getting curiouser and curiouser!”

“Thank you, Alice in Wonderland!” I muttered, pulling on my shirt, “Goodness, you’re cool under pressure!”

My cousin smiled confidently as she stood with her shirt in her hands. “The Ice Man Cometh!” she quoted.

“In this case the Ice Girl, I should think,” I corrected, “But at least you still have a warm heart.”

“For you? Always, my love,” Samantha assured as she took me in her arms, “You know I’m lost without you.”

I blushed a little as I smiled, momentarily unable to meet her gaze. “But… are you sure what we did was okay?” I inquired, “What if… What if Tabitha doesn’t like it and she tells? What’ll happen to us?”

“Shh…” my cousin whispered, putting her finger over my lips, “We’ll always be together. No matter what, don’t worry. But, I’m certain that my sister will enjoy what we have to offer her, just as much as you once did, Amy. Trust me, I have the situation in hand. Even if it scares me a little…”

I laughed a little and put my arms around her, cherishing the sensation of her body pressed against mine. “I’m scared too,” I admitted, “But I do trust you, Sam. I always have, and I always will. And even if this blows up in our faces, I’ll still love you, and regret nothing.”

“Thank you,” replied Samantha, with a bit of moisture in her eyes, “But we should go and see my parents before they wonder where we are and Tabby tells them.”

I nodded, and reluctantly let her go before finishing dressing and following my cousin back to the house.

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Moonlight Dancers, Part Two

  • Posted on June 9, 2017 at 2:33 pm

By Ebo

Kelly started the water going in the stall, then untied her robe and slipped out of it. Naked, she turned to the mirror hung on the back of the door. She didn’t dance professionally anymore, but she was still in amazing shape. Long in the leg and narrow in the waist, with just enough breast to muster some cleavage in a low-cut dress, she still had her dancer’s build. Smiling, she thought she would have no problem turning a few heads.

The hot water felt amazing, and she stood under it a while before reaching for her body wash. She breathed in the scent of jasmine as she poured a puddle of soap in her upturned palm. She always loved the smell of jasmine, and the shower was redolent with its scent as she began to soap up.

As she washed between her thighs, she felt she was getting a little scratchy down there. It had been a couple of days, and she needed to shave, again. Glancing at her razor and shave gel, she thought it could wait until tomorrow. With Vicky here, she wouldn’t wouldn’t need a smooth pussy tonight.

She had been shaving down there for as long as she had needed to. She had caught some flack from the girls in her middle school and high school gym classes, but she didn’t let their teasing change her mind. She just liked the way she looked clean shaven, loved how soft and smooth she felt down there after a shave. She had been doing it since she was twelve-ish.

Kelly realized she was still looking at her razor. Shrugging, she picked it up, thought, Tonight or tomorrow, makes no difference.

She didn’t want to admit why she decided to reach for the razor. She knew, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Acknowledging it would give her secret growing desire a name. It already had a name but as long as she didn’t say it out loud…

Shaking her head, she pushed those dangerous thoughts aside, focused on shaving. She has been doing it for so long that she made short work of it. Rinsing the soap away, she looked at her cute, smooth pussy, ran her fingers over her soft labia. She shivered.

Kelly finished her shower, dried off, then slipped back into her robe. She went to her room, slipped into some pajama bottoms and a tank top. Dressed, she went in search of Vicky. She found the girl in the living room, watching TV.

Sitting beside her on the couch, Kelly asked, “Anything good on?”

“Not really,” Vicky said, offering Kelly the remote. She went back to flipping channels when Kelly waved her off. Finally, she gave up and turned off the TV. Looking at herself, Vicky asked, “Do you have something I could wear?”

“I think we could find something,” Kelly said, getting up, “Come on.”

The girl followed Kelly down the hall to her bedroom. Kelly left Vicky to look around while she went to her closet and started poking through her clothes for something the girl could wear.

“I love your bedroom,” Vicky said.

Pausing in her riffling to smile at the girl, she said, “Thanks.”

“It’s very you,” Vicky said, walking around.

Curious what the girl meant, Kelly asked, “How so?”

“It’s beautiful,” Vicky said, looking at Kelly over her shoulder, “Stylish but not pretentious… Like you.”

Kelly gaped wide-eyed at Vicky, caught completely off guard by the comment. Did Vicky really think she was beautiful? She had to remind herself that even if Vicky thought she was beautiful, it didn’t mean the girl was attracted to her. Women- and girls, too- were just more open in their opinions of their fellow women.

And even if she was attracted to me, it doesn’t mean anything would ever be done about it. Even if Vicky wanted to, that was one road I’m not going down.

The fact that she even needed to tell herself that made her wonder how true the statement really was. Would she really say no if the option of sleeping with a willing and interested Vicky was on the table? Not that she thought Vicky was interested in sleeping with her. But, if she were…

“Um, thanks,” Kelly said, turning away from the girl before she could see how flustered the comment had made her. Her hands were shaking some as she went back to finding something for Vicky to wear. She took a bunch of deep breaths, trying to get herself under control, again.

She found a summer dress she had bought at the beginning of the season. The tag had said it was her size and she hadn’t tried it on, only to find out it was a little small for her when she got home. It was cute, so she had kept it, thinking maybe she could squeeze into it. Pulling it out of the closet, she thought it might be a little big on Vicky but not so much she couldn’t wear it.

“Here,” Kelly said, turning back to the girl, “try this on. Might be a little big, but I think it’ll be okay for tonight.”

Vicky took the dress, holding it to look at it. She smiled at Kelly, said, “It’s cute.”

“I said the same thing when I bought it,” Kelly said, laughing, “but it’s too small for me. A bit snug.”

“It’s too bad you can’t wear it,” Vicky said, her smile turning up a bit more. “You would have looked amazing in it.”

Kelly inhaled sharply, caught off guard, again, by the girl’s comment. There was something in Vicky’s eyes that said that it was more than a simple compliment. The way Vicky had said it had sounded… Flirty. Kelly didn’t think she was imagining things.

“Then again,” Vicky said, her smile becoming playful, “you’d look good in just about anything. Even pajama bottoms.”

That smile made Kelly forget to breathe for a few seconds, and her heart was off to the races in her breast. She has had some women smile at her like that when they wanted to go home with her, but never a twelve-year-old girl.

Well, one girl did- Vicky’s mother, Kelly thought, which didn’t help her reaction any. She and Becky had had a very intimate, very carnal relationship by the time the girl had moved away.

“Vicky, I…” Kelly said, then ran out of words. She really didn’t know what to say. Her face was hot, and she wondered if Vicky could see her blushing.

The girl met and held Kelly’s eyes, and Kelly thought she was looking for something, maybe gauging Kelly’s reaction to her comment. Kelly hoped the girl couldn’t read her thoughts because they were going places they really shouldn’t go.

Vicky tucked her hair behind her ear almost shyly, her eyes never wavering from Kelly’s as she asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“I, well…” Kelly stammered, the question short-circuiting her brain.

“I catch you looking at me sometimes,” Vicky said, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice, “when you don’t think I’ll notice.”

Kelly couldn’t work up enough saliva to even try to deny what the girl was saying was true. Besides, how could she deny it? It was the truth. She had been looking at the girl. She wasn’t all that surprised Vicky had noticed; she hadn’t been very subtle about it. Unable to resist, the girl had drawn her eye like a moth to a flame.

“Then earlier,” Vicky said, her voice taking on a nervous warble, “I saw you in the mirror, watching me undress.”

With a sinking feeling in her gut, Kelly realized she had been found out. Vicky knew Kelly had an inappropriate interest in her. Judging by the way this conversation was going, Vicky was at least a little interested in Kelly, too. That scared the hell out of Kelly because she was already on shaky ground when it came to the girl. If Vicky kept looking at her like that… She didn’t know if she had the self-control to resist her.

“I was disappointed when you walked away,” Vicky said, self-consciously, “I thought because of all the times I caught you looking that you might like me… Like that. You walked away before I finished undressing, so I… I don’t know. If you had stayed, I would have known for sure, but I don’t.”

Kelly thought she should say something, but she had no idea what that should be. She wanted to reassure the girl that she was beautiful, but she didn’t think that was a good idea. Kelly figured the best thing she could do was quash the girl’s burgeoning feelings for Kelly, to tell the girl she was mistaken about Kelly’s interest in her. A whopper of a lie that would keep this situation from spiraling further out of control. Kelly didn’t have the heart to do it, though. Vicky looked so vulnerable standing there in just a towel. She couldn’t couldn’t do it. More than that, it had shown a lot of guts, confronting Kelly like this. Kelly didn’t think she could have done it when she was Vicky’s age, didn’t think she could have been this bold.

“So,” Vicky said, drawing Kelly’s attention back from her thoughts, “I thought…”

Kelly watched the girl struggle to find the words to express what she wanted to say. She opened her mouth a couple of times, only to close it without uttering a word. Finally, she just took a deep breath and released the knot between her breasts. Gasping, Kelly watched the towel falling, falling in slow-mo to the floor. Naked, the girl turned those big brown eyes on her and Kelly couldn’t breathe. Vicky just stood there for Kelly to look at, her spine straight and her hip cocked confidently. Kelly thought the girl wasn’t as confident as she let on, sensed a vulnerability and a shyness just behind the sassiness.

Unable to take her eyes off the girl, Kelly drank her in like a woman dying of thirst would a tall glass of iced tea. Vicky was truly stunning, her lovely young body making Kelly ache to touch her, to be with her.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Vicky asked.

Kelly didn’t even try to lie, the evidence of her attraction to Vicky surely plain on her face and in her eyes. The girl had to know, anyway, so she said in a shaky voice, “You are beautiful. So beautiful, but I need you to put this on now.”

Playfully, Vicky looked at the dress Kelly was offering, said, “Why?”

“You know why,” Kelly said, meaning it. She knew just how shaky the ground Kelly was on really was.

“What if I don’t? What happens then?” Vicky asked, moving closer. She stopped within arm’s reach of Kelly, making no move to reach for the dress. She just smiled at Kelly.

Kelly met the girl’s eyes, saw a spark of desire in them that stole her breath away, made her knees a little weak. She moved away from Vicky on wobbly legs, tearing her eyes away from the girl. She took a deep breath, said, “I don’t think we should find out.”

The doorbell rang, and Kelly nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked guiltily in the direction of the front door. For a paranoid moment, she thought it was the police to take her away. Even when it dawned on her that it was probably the Chinese food she couldn’t completely shake the feeling.

Kelly handed the dress to Vicky as she hurried to get the door, called over her shoulder, “Please put this on.”

As she collected their dinner from the delivery guy and paid for their order, her paranoia didn’t completely abate. She thought he knew, somehow. Knew there was a naked twelve-year-old girl in her bedroom. When she showed him out and closed the door behind him, she put her head against the cool wood and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

She heard Vicky come into the kitchen and turned to see the girl leaning against the center island. Kelly sighed with relief when she saw Vicky in the summer dress. She couldn’t relax completely, though. She still wasn’t out of the woods. Looking at Vicky, she knew she would have to deal with what had happened in the bedroom and her own feelings and desires.

Hopefully, it’ll be easier without Vicky’s lovely body on display, Kelly thought, walking over the island.

“This smells delicious,” Vicky said, smiling at Kelly.

“I’ll get us some plates,” Kelly said, walking to the cabinets, “why don’t you start figuring out what is what?”

“Okay,” Vicky said, pulling white boxes out the bag and opening them.

Kelly got them a couple of plates, then grabbed the two liter of Coke from the fridge. They sat down at the island and began divvying up the food. They both sighed happily as they had their first bite of the unctuous food.

Vicky glanced at the window above the sink and whatever she saw held her attention. Finally, Kelly had to look, craning her neck to see what the girl was looking at. She couldn’t see anything unusual. Meeting Vicky’s eyes, she raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“It’s a full moon out tonight,” Vicky said, sadness creeping into her voice.

“Um, yeah… I think it is,” Kelly said, frowning as she looked at the girl, “Is that significant?”

“It makes me miss my friend, Alexis,” Vicky said, sighing as she poked at her food.

“Why?” Kelly asked, wondering what the connection between the moon and Vicky’s friend could be. Unless the girl was a werewolf, Kelly couldn’t think of one.

Vicky looked at Kelly a long time without saying anything, and Kelly thought the girl was trying to make up her mind whether to tell Kelly or not. Kelly’s heart started beating a little faster, realizing it must be a good story. Finally, Vicky made up her mind, and with a nervous laugh, she said, “You can’t tell Mom.”

“Um, I won’t unless it is something that puts you in danger,” Kelly said, not wanting to make that promise without knowing the secret.

“Danger? No, no danger. Might get me grounded, but there was no real danger,” Vicky said, blushing.

“I promise not to tell, but with an asterisk. You know what I mean?” Kelly said, meeting the girl’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Vicky said, laughing.

“What’s up with the moon and your friend?” Kelly asked, sipping her Coke.

“God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Alexis would kill me if she knew,” Vicky said, her face turning red, “when I stayed at my friend Alexis’s house, we’d sneak out at night and go to this pond behind her house. We’d… We’d dance naked for hours, then go swimming to cool down. The water was usually warmer than the air outside, and we wouldn’t want to get out.”

Kelly’s heart was thumping in her chest because she thought she knew where this story was going. Her food largely forgotten, she leaned forward with new interest as Vicky continued her story.

“I guess we were ten… Yeah, ten, the first time we kissed. One led to a lot. We spent the night just kissing and touching, giggling the whole time. It was thrilling and naughty, fun even if we didn’t know what we were doing. The sun was coming up by the time we slipped back into the house.

Like mother, like daughter, Kelly thought, amused by how closely Vicky’s and Alexis’s sapphic beginning mirrored her own and Becky’s. The stories weren’t exactly the same, but enough alike to be surprising.

“She was so beautiful, twirling in the moonlight,” Vicky said, tears glistening in her eyes, “like an angel or a butterfly.”

“You were more than just friends?” Kelly asked.

Laughing self-consciously, Vicky said, “I don’t know what we were. I just know I liked… being with her. Regardless of what we were doing.”

Kelly smiled warmly at her, said, “I think that qualifies as more than friends.”

Shrugging, Vicky said, “She lives like fifteen hours away, now.”

“That’s rough, Kiddo,” Kelly said, remembering how it had felt when Becky had moved away, “I actually know just how you feel. It sucks.”

“Pretty much,” Vicky said, sighing. Suddenly, she sat up straighter, visibly making an effort to shake off the funk she was slipping into. She gave Kelly a sheepish smile, said, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” Kelly said, giving the girl’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll just have to find a dance partner here,” Vicky said, taking a bite of her food.

Snorting in surprise, Kelly laughed, “Are you looking for a new partner?”

“I’ve been…Testing the waters, I guess, with the girls in dance class and at school. You know, see if anyone might be interested without drawing attention to myself,” Vicky said.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Kelly said, amused. She was very familiar with the game; it was one she had played all through middle school and high school. The leading questions, carefully crafted to draw out a response without giving away too much of her own secret; the guessing and second-guessing about the signals she was getting; and the anxiety about getting it wrong.

Vicky smiled at her, said, “I thought you might.”

“Any takers?” Kelly asked, forking some pepper steak into her mouth.

“Not so far,” Vicky said, meeting Kelly’s eyes, “the only one who seems interested… is you.”

Kelly took longer to chew her food than was really necessary. She needed the time to think about how to respond. She thought about denying it, but Vicky had already seen through that lie, knew Kelly was attracted to her. Swallowing, she said, “I find it hard to believe a girl as pretty as you can’t find someone other than your creepy dance instructor.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Alexis and me… It was a happy accident. Do you know what I mean?”

Again, Kelly thought she knew exactly what the girl was talking about. Had any one thing gone differently that day in Becky’s bedroom, she and Vicky’s mother wouldn’t have kissed for the first time. There were a lot of dominoes that had to fall just right for their lips to meet and their friendship to veer in a completely different direction.

Favoring Kelly with a playful smile, Vicky said, “Besides, I could do a lot worse than my creepy dance instructor.”

Kelly laughed, said, “Thanks. I think.”

“How about you?” Vicky asked.

“How about me what?” Kelly asked.

“Any current dance partners?” Vicky asked, with a little mischief and a whole lot of curiosity in her eyes.

“Um, no… No ‘dance partner’,” Kelly said, wondering if she should have lied about having a girlfriend. Belatedly, she realized it would have been an easy way out of this whole situation.

“I find it hard to believe a pretty dance instructor like you doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Vicky said, grinning as she turned Kelly’s words back on her.

Thinking about the dry spell she has been having lately, Kelly said, sourly, “I guess my charm only works on hard up twelve-year-old’s.”

That made Vicky laugh, and she said, “Lucky me.”

“Well, don’t get too excited,” Kelly said, pointing her egg roll at the girl, “I’m not dancing naked with you.”

“Why not?” Vicky asked, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile that made Kelly’s heart skip a couple of beats.

“Well, for one,” Kelly said, pointing over her shoulder, “my next door neighbor is a bit of perv. He’s always watching me through his blinds, any time I’m out back.”

“That only makes it that much more fun,” Vicky said, excitement creeping into her voice, “The chance of getting caught…Alexis and I would leave our clothes in her room, sneak out completely naked. We’d be giggling and shaking by the time we made it to the pond. Without our clothes, we were so busted if anyone saw us.”

Kelly blinked in surprise at the girl and Vicky blushed. Laughing, Kelly said, “Wow.”

Vicky looked away, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” Kelly said, drawing the girl’s attention, “it was just a bit of shock hearing a twelve-year-old girl say something like that. I know what you mean, though. A little danger can be fun. Exciting.”

“Yeah,” Vicky said, then leaned closer, “Want to dance with me?”

“That might be a little too much danger,” Kelly said, her heart racing.

“I’m going to do it,” Vicky said, meeting and holding Kelly’s eyes, “don’t make me dance alone.”

Kelly couldn’t breathe, stunned by the look in Vicky’s eyes, the raw desire in them.

“I- I don’t think we should,” Kelly said, a little concerned how weak her protest sounded to her own ears.

“Don’t make me dance alone,” Vicky repeated, an excited grin breaking out on her face. She giggled as she sprang off the bar stool, running for the back door. She pulled the dress up and off as she ran. It fell to the ground behind her as she twisted the knob and opened the door. She was out the door before Kelly had time to react.

Kelly raced to the door, almost slipping and falling on the discarded dress. She somehow managed to stay on her feet, but just barely. From the open door, she could see a very naked Vicky clear as day.

“Vicky,” Kelly hissed in her best ‘mom’ voice, “get in here.”

“Come out instead,” Vicky said, twirling around and around, “the air feels amazing!”

“Seriously, come back inside,” Kelly said, her eyes cutting to her neighbor’s house. His lights were out, and Kelly prayed he wasn’t home.

“I’ll come in if you dance with me,” Vicky said, holding out her hands and gyrating her hips.

The porch light came on automatically when someone passed by the sensor and Vicky had triggered it when she ran out of the house. The whole backyard was bathed in pale yellow light. Vicky might as well be dancing under a spotlight. Kelly got on her tippy toes and unscrewed the bulb, cursing at how hot it already was. She managed to turn the bulb enough to break the connection.

When the backyard fell dark, Kelly saw just how bright the moon and stars were tonight. She could still make out Vicky dancing and, as her eyes adjusted to the sudden gloom, she could see her lovely body as it twisted and flexed, spun and leaped. Kelly was transfixed by the sight.

“Come inside, and I’ll dance with you,” Kelly said, blinking when she realized she meant it.

“Would you really dance with me? Vicky asked.

“Yes,” Kelly said, her heart knocking around her rib cage, “I want to dance with you.”

“Then come here,” Vicky said, holding out her hand to Kelly.

Kelly looked at the hand, then laughed and shook her head. The girl wasn’t going to give in, wouldn’t come inside until Kelly danced with her. The girl was so beautiful standing there in the moonlight, pale and ethereal as a ghost. Feeling the last of her resistance fading, Kelly started down the steps to go to her, but Vicky shook her head.

“No clothes,” Vicky said.

Kelly hesitated only a second, then found herself stripping out of her tank top and pajama bottoms. Naked, she shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool air finding her bare skin. It was an excited shiver, a naughty thrill that worked up her spine and she wanted to giggle like a school girl. Like Vicky had as she ran out of the house naked and into the night.

As an adult, she was a whole lot more self-conscious of her body. Society had made being naked taboo, something a woman her age wasn’t supposed to do. This whole situation seemed crazy to her, had her jittery with excitement. Still, as she stepped off the back porch and onto the grass, she had an arm across her breasts and walked with her knees together. It was an impractical way to move, used only by those who were naked and embarrassed. It really didn’t do any good- definitely wasn’t hiding anything- but she couldn’t stop doing it.

“God, this is such a bad idea,” Kelly said, under her breath. The lights were still out next door, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t home. He could be watching them right now, and she would never know. She shivered, again.

When Kelly made it to where Vicky stood, the girl moved the arm across Kelly’s breasts. Kelly could feel the girl’s eyes on her, her gaze hot on Kelly’s naked body. There was plenty of light for Vicky to be able to see Kelly. Kelly’s breath caught in her throat as Vicky’s eyes roamed over her, drank her in. She waited breathlessly for Vicky to say something.

Vicky didn’t say anything, just moved against Kelly, wrapping her arms around Kelly. Gasping, Kelly felt the twelve-year-old’s naked body mold against her own. Vicky turned her head up, smiling at Kelly. Giving in, Kelly hugged the girl back.

“I’m glad you didn’t make me dance alone,” Vicky said.

With a nervous laugh, Kelly said, “I’m glad I’m here, too.”

Vicky met and held Kelly’s eyes, asked, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, honestly. She knew she shouldn’t be here, or even want to be here, but she couldn’t deny that she liked how Vicky felt in her arms. More than that, she was done denying her desire for the girl. The fact that Vicky was interested, too, only made it easier for her to let go of her reservations about being here. Wherever Vicky wanted this night to go, Kelly was going along for the ride.

“Good,” Vicky said, getting up on her tippy toes to give Kelly a kiss.

It was just the briefest of kisses, just a brush of Vicky’s lips against her own, but it left Kelly trembling for more.

“Dance with me,” Vicky said, excitedly as she pulled back from Kelly. Taking Kelly’s hand, she repeated, “Dance with me.”

“Dance how?” Kelly asked, looking at the girl for direction.

“I don’t know,” Vicky said, laughing, “just dance!”

Kelly watched as Vicky began to dance, to sway to some inner music only she could hear. She couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, mesmerized by the gyrations of her hips. Vicky moved with a natural grace, a fluidity that Kelly had found fascinating the first time she saw the girl dance, and she found it just as fascinating now.

She was a little jealous of Vicky’s dancing, envious of her freedom. Vicky just danced- free of inhibitions, free of social expectations, free of concerns and self-conscience. She was just a young girl enjoying the night air on her bare skin.

Why can’t I dance like that, Kelly wondered, then it dawned on her. The only one stopping her was… her. Her inhibitions and social hangups were hers to set aside so she could dance just for the sake of dancing. Not for a paycheck or to fulfill an obligation, just because the night was still pleasantly warm and the moon was so brilliant in the sky above. It was something she hadn’t done since she was about Vicky’s age. With a nervous laugh, Kelly began to move her hips. As she found her inner song, she let go of her cares and danced like she was twelve-years-old, again.

She felt as light as a feather, as free as she could remember being in a very long time.

Kelly’s inner song must be the same as Vicky’s because their moves began to sync up inadvertently. It was serendipity, purely by accident but, to anyone watching, their movements must look choreographed. The synchronicity with which they moved usually required hours of practice, but it came naturally to them.

Minutes or hours, Kelly didn’t know how long they danced under the stars. Lost in the moment, time didn’t matter. Only when head lights swung into her next door neighbor’s driveway, did Kelly snap out of the revelry she had been in.

“Shit,” Kelly said, snatching up Vicky’s hand. The fact that she was very naked in her backyard with an equally naked twelve-year-old girl came back to her with the sound of her perverted neighbor getting out of his car, and she got her feet moving. Laughing, she said, “Run!”

They were both laughing as they darted for the house. They burst inside, closing the door behind them. Looking at each other, they started laughing harder, Kelly holding her side.

“Too close,” she said, smiling at the girl.

“Worth it, though,” Vicky said, returning the smile.

“Definitely worth it,” Kelly agreed, shaking her head, “I haven’t done anything like that in a long time.”

“Well,” Vicky said, moving into Kelly’s arms, “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Kelly said, putting her arms around the girl’s neck. It was the truth. Dancing with Vicky under the stars was something she’d never forget. Not that she wanted to. It was a memory she hoped to hold onto for a very long time.

Kelly loved the feel of Vicky’s slight body pressed against her own, and she thought about the brief kiss they had shared on the back lawn. It had left her wanting more and, now with the girl in her arms, again, Kelly thought about Vicky’s story and what had happened after dancing. She didn’t have a pool but…

Her heart started beating faster in her breast and Kelly was trembling with need and fear. Mostly need. It had been a long minute since she had been with anyone and her desire for Vicky has been building up unchecked for months now.

If she kisses me now, Kelly thought, swallowing hard, I’ll come completely undone.

The thought barely had time to take root in her mind when Vicky turned her face up, smiling this little smile at Kelly. She couldn’t breathe because it was a smile for the bedroom, out of place on a girl Vicky’s age but undeniable. On her tippy toes, Vicky leaned into Kelly, stopped with her lips only inches from Kelly’s.

She wants me to be the one, Kelly thought, looking into the girl’s beautiful brown eyes, she wants me to kiss her, wants me to be the instigator.

Did she dare? At this point, would it even matter who kissed whom? The line had probably been crossed a long time ago. Still, she wished Vicky had just kissed her, had pushed her over the edge into the forbidden, the taboo. Now, she had to make the decision whether or not to take the plunge on her own.

Still looking into Vicky’s eyes, she didn’t agonize over the decision too long and probably not nearly long enough. Kelly pressed her lips to Vicky’s before she had time to think better of it. When she opened her mouth a little, Vicky’s tongue touched hers, caressed it, drew her into a deeper kiss than she was ready for. Only twelve, yet Vicky kissed better than some of the more experienced women Kelly had been with.

Vicky broke the kiss, her eyes flashing at Kelly. Smiling, she said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d kiss me.”

“Me, either,” Kelly said, laughing.

“I’m glad you did,” Vicky said, kissing her, again. Like before, the kiss got away from them, the passion building between them bubbling up in a hurry. When they finally came up for air, Vicky smiled at Kelly, took her hand, and said, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Kelly asked, even though the look in Vicky’s eyes was answer enough.

“Your bedroom,” Vicky said, heading that way like she expected Kelly to follow her without argument. The girl wasn’t wrong.

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Seducing Anne

  • Posted on June 6, 2017 at 2:55 pm

By Bad Fred

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

“I wonder if she’s into girls?” I asked, looking down from the bleachers at the track team practicing, and at one particular girl.

“Who?” Hailey responded without looking, just lying back staring up into the sky.

“The new girl. I think her name is Anne.”

“I dunno. Do you like her?” Hailey asked, leaning forward to look. “She is kind of cute, I guess.”

“She’s more than cute.” She was. She had soft peaches and cream skin. Her black hair was long and tied back into a pony tail, with a few unruly strands falling down her face. She had big, dark doe eyes.

“Her nose is too big,” Hailey said. “Totally not my type. She’s fine for you, though, I guess.” She leaned back and resumed her empty upward gaze.

“What? ‘Fine for me.’ Seriously? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t take it the wrong way,” she said, flatly.

“I’m going to talk to her.”

“I hope you do. It would be nice to see you hit on someone besides me for once.”

I let her comment go. It was easy to fight with Hailey, and never worth it. Plus, it was pretty much true. I’d wanted to sleep with her for a very long time. I wasn’t ‘her type’, she always said.

Anne bent down in the starting block, rubbing the asphalt where her knees would go, then she leaned forward with her butt in the air. Her body was lean and athletic. The other girls lined up next to her.

CRACK! The starting gun went off. The girls took off. It was a two-hundred meter race, and over quickly. Anne came in third. Hailey sat up to watch the finish.

“Well, she’s fast enough,” she said, “I wonder if she’ll make the team.”

“I’m sure she will.”

“Heh. She’s already your hero. How long am I going to be hearing about this one?”

I let that comment go as well. I just watched Anne rubbing down her muscles and catching her breath.

“You’re making one big mistake,” Hailey commented after a few seconds.

“What?”

“You should pick someone who can’t outrun you. Then you’ll have more of a chance.”

“Ha! Very fucking funny.”

“Now that you mention it, I guess she is kinda cute. I can see getting with her.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“What? You get all wet for a girl, and suddenly she is off limits to everyone?”

“Not everyone, just you! You get all the pretty girls. Give me a chance with this one.”

Hailey just watched Anne for a bit, then she said, “Let’s make a game out of it. Let’s see who can get her first.”

“What? We both hit on her?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

I sighed. I really didn’t have a chance against Hailey. She was tall and slender, with long, flowing brown hair. She had a great chest, which she was showing off today with a low-cut green top. I’d pick her over me.

“Okay… what does the winner get?” I asked.

“Well, her, obviously.”

I thought for a second. “Let me talk to her first,” I said, “So at least I have a chance.”

“Sure. Why not.”

It still wasn’t a fair game. “How ’bout one more thing to make it interesting?”

“What?”

I looked over at her and gave her a wicked grin. “If I win, I get her… then I get you.”

She laughed. “You never give up. Even crushing out on this other girl, you still want me.”

I shrugged my shoulders. She had a point. Sometimes my desire for her got ridiculous, but then, if I could somehow get them both… Well, why not?

She thought about it. “All right,” she said finally, “It’s a deal. I’ll stay away from her until the end of today. Then she’s fair game. If you get her into bed before me…” She let her voice trail off. Then she sat up, gave me an intense look, and whispered into my ear, “…I’ll fuck the hell out of you.”

I smiled. I bit the end of my tongue.

By now Anne was standing with a few of her teammates talking. The coach blew a whistle, and they ran off toward the locker room. I quickly went after her. Somehow, some way, I had to win this.

I found her outside of the locker room bent over a water fountain. She was wearing tight cotton gym shorts and a white T-shirt. Sweat still glistened on her. A couple of her teammates were farther down the hall talking.

“Hi… Your name is Anne, right?”

She turned and looked at me quizzically, giving me an awkward half smile. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, hi. I’m Katey.”

“Well, pleased to meet you, Katey.” She held out her hand. Her fingers were long and delicate, and she had blue nail polish. I took it and gave it a little shake. “So, uh… were you just introducing yourself?” she asked.

I realized I was still holding her hand. I gave her a big, stupid smile, but didn’t let go. “I really wanted to meet you.”

“Well, now you’ve met me. Can I have my hand back?”

“Sure.” I let go, blushing.

“So, anyway,” she went on, “Nice to meet you. See you around.” She turned around and began to walk toward her friends.

“Anne,” I said.

“Yeah?” She turned back to me in one graceful motion. Her ponytail sort of swung around.

This was the part where I normally fumbled around and either crept away, or just muttered something embarrassing. The stakes were higher this time. I went for broke. “I think you’re beautiful,” I said, smiling.

Her eyes got really big. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So… uh…”

“Hey, Anne!” one of her teammates shouted, “We’re heading in. You gonna take a shower?”

“I’ll be right there!” she shouted back. She looked at me, studying me up and down. She smiled. I smiled back. “Look, I gotta go,” she said, “I think I’d like to see you later, though. What lunch period do you have?”

“Second. Same as you.”

“Cool. I’ll see you at lunch then? Tomorrow?”

“Yes. Yes, you will.”

She ran off and went into the locker room. I got a huge smile on my face. That went very well. Of course, by lunch tomorrow, Hailey would be in the game.

*****

I woke the next morning and decided to dress as pretty as I could. I wore a little light-blue cotton skirt that went down mid-thigh and a yellow T-shirt. I looked in the mirror. My sandy blond hair was cropped short. I was pale and covered with freckles. My eyes looked nice at least, a light blue.

I stood and turned around, observing my plain, average body. My ass was tiny, and my arms and legs were too thin. I had no tits to speak of. In this thin shirt, though, my nipples would pop out a bit when I was excited. I expected they would do so when I was with Anne.

Finally, I put on a bit of makeup, some soft pink lip gloss, and violet eye shadow. It was the best I could do. I hoped that it would be enough.

*****

Later that day, I looked for her at lunch. She came in with some of her teammates and they took a corner table. She was saving the seat next to her for someone. For me?

I approached. “Hi Anne,” I said.

“Oh, hi, Katey.” She smiled and motioned for me to sit down in the chair next to her. I did. A few more team members filtered in and grabbed chairs. The table was a tight fit.

“Who is she?” one of the girls asked motioning to me.

“My friend Katey,” Anne responded.

I was introduced to everyone. The tall blond girl was Bethany. The little, short muscular girl was Linda. I couldn’t keep the rest of them straight. The girl sitting next to me, opposite Anne, kept bumping me with her elbow, but otherwise ignored me.

“Are you going to try out for the team?” Linda asked me.

“No,” I said.

“She’s just my friend, Linda. It’s fine if she sits here, right?”

“I guess.” Everyone took out their lunches and ate.

Anne looked at me. “How are you?” she asked. She had dressed pretty sexy, with a little rose skirt and tight baby blue T-shirt.

I let my leg rub against hers a bit. She didn’t seem to mind. “I’m fine,” I responded. I ate quietly, glancing over at her occasionally. When I did, she smiled.

That was when Hailey strutted into the lunchroom, looking around. She was wearing an amazing little red sundress that was very low cut. She noticed us, and came over.

“Hi, Katey,” she said, “Are these your new friends?”

“Uh… hi, Hailey. This is my friend Anne. Anne, this is Hailey.” Hailey reached out and took Anne’s hand.

Anne said, “Hello.” She gave Hailey an awkward and curious look.

There wasn’t any more room at the table, but Hailey went ahead and grabbed a chair and pulled it up. She placed it so she could lean in between Anne and I. Then she sat down, getting close to both of us.

“So, Anne,” Hailey asked, “Where did you move from? How do you like it here?”

“Seattle, and I like it fine.”

“Cool. I saw you practicing yesterday. You looked really good. I mean, really, really good.”

Anne got a big smile on her face. So did Hailey.

Hailey leaned forward, and grabbed one of my unopened milk containers. “Are you going to drink this?” she asked.

“No,” I responded.

I noticed that she had rubbed herself against Anne. Anne was leaning back in her chair, with a curious little grin on her face. She just looked ahead, and was breathing kind of deeply. It was obvious that Hailey’s attention was turning her on. Even her teammates started to notice.

“So, Anne,” Hailey said while drinking my milk, “You wanna hang out after school?”

“With you two?” she asked, looking over at me.

“No,” Hailey said, in a serious tone, “Just me.”

Bethany interrupted, “Anne, you know she’s a dyke, right?”

Anne smiled, “Yeah, I figured that out.” She looked at Hailey. She was obviously staring at her tits.

Bethany sort of swallowed and said, “Oh.” Anne ignored her.

Hailey pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled down her phone number and said, “Here, call me after school and we’ll hook up.”

Anne smiled. She took it and put it in her bag. Then Hailey leaned in and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. Anne’s eyes got really big. Next Hailey popped up out of her chair. She turned gracefully, her dress swirling around, and she strutted off.

Anne exhaled. The rest of her teammates looked dumbstruck. I sat frozen, my heart beating in sad, solemn thumps. I wondered if girls like Anne and Hailey were just out of my league.

“Wow,” Anne muttered. “She’s… not very shy, is she?”

“That’s Hailey,” I said, feeling miserable.

Anne seemed to notice me again. “Are you all right?” she asked.

“Not really.”

“Why?”

“She does this a lot.”

“What?”

I looked over at her. Her eyes were dark and lovely, like little mysterious pools. “She gets the girls I like.”

The bell rang.

*****

Later, Anne found me between classes.

“Katey!” she said from behind me, down the hall, “I want to talk to you.” She ran, almost effortlessly catching up with me.

“Hi, Anne.”

“Look,” she said, her breathing just a bit heavy, “Can you give this back to Hailey for me, and tell her I’m not interested?” She handed me the paper with Hailey’s phone number.

“Okay,” I said. I took the paper. I looked at her. She stood there, biting her bottom lip, as if waiting for something. “You don’t like her?” I asked.

“Yeah, well… look, I’m new at this. I haven’t really dated anyone before, especially not a girl, so I’m not really sure… well…” She kind of stood up on the balls of her feet. She looked uncomfortable. “I mean… yeah, she’s hot,” she went on, “But… I don’t know. She seems too… well, look, I want someone who is really sweet and kind… and pretty.” She looked at me intensely.

I started to smile, feeling wonderful. “Say, Anne,” I said, taking her hand, “I know of a girl who really likes you a lot.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I looked down at her little rose skirt. She looked down at my chest. My nipples were pointy and obvious. I didn’t let go of her hand.

She actually giggled. “So, who is she?” she asked.

I looked into her eyes and tried to give her a deep, seductive look, but I couldn’t. I felt too happy. So I gave her a big, stupid grin instead. “Me.”

She squeezed my hand and leaned close to me. I kissed her cheek, a small one. People were looking at us, muttering things under their breath. I ignored them. I wrapped my arms around Anne and held her close.

*****

Hailey was in my seventh period chemistry class. When I entered, I walked by her desk and dropped the scrap of paper down. “She said to tell you that she’s not interested,” I said. I gave her a knowing smile.

“No fucking way!” she said. She sat there, looking at the paper, with her mouth open.

As I passed, I bent down to her ear. I whispered, “She’s coming over to my house after school.”

I ran my finger down Hailey’s arm, and sauntered back to my desk.

Hailey looked over her shoulder at me. She just stared for a bit. She actually looked a little sad.

*****

Anne came over after school. My parents weren’t home.

As soon as she came through the door she said, “Look, I’m really nervous, so you have to be nice to me.”

I smiled, took her hand and led her to the couch. “It’s fine, Anne. Look, we can just talk for a while, okay? Then maybe we can make out a bit. You don’t have to do anything more, not unless you want to.”

We sat down. I put my arm around her and she snuggled close to me. “How long have you liked girls?” she asked.

“Oh, pretty much forever.” I gave her a little kiss on the cheek. She tensed up, then smiled. “How about you?” I asked, “How long have you been interested?”

“Uh, well, I guess just recently. I mean… I knew I didn’t like boys. But I’ve been looking at girls lately and getting really turned on.”

I ran my finger down her arm and looked into her eyes. “I know how you feel.”

She sat kind of awkwardly, leaning against me and looking down at her feet.

I let a few seconds pass, then I said, “Okay, talking was nice. Let’s kiss.”

She got a huge smile on her face, but kept looking down. I took her chin and gently turned her face to mine. Her lips parted and she exhaled.

I kissed her. We closed our eyes. I kissed her again. We turned to each other, embracing. I felt my nipples get hard, rubbing against her through my shirt. I could feel her heart beating. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She pressed her lips against mine, and let my tongue explore. Then we separated, just a bit, and we looked at each other.

“That was really nice,” she said.

“Yeah,” I responded.

We kissed again, this time she pressed her tongue into my mouth. It was soft and wet. There was a knock on the door.

“Ignore it,” I said and kept kissing her.

Whoever it was knocked again, more insistently. We kept kissing. Anne had her eyes closed, her arms around me, and her lips pressed tightly to mine. We breathed one another’s breath.

The knocking got louder. “Fuck this,” I said, and went to answer it.

When I opened the door, Hailey was standing there in her red dress. Her arms were crossed. “The game’s still on,” she said.

“This isn’t cool, Hailey,” I said as she strutted in.

She went to the center of the room like she owned the place. “Hi, Anne,” she said.

“Hi, Hailey.”

Hailey just stood there, leering at Anne. She began to unbutton her dress.

“What the fuck, Hailey?” I said. She kept undoing her buttons, all of them. She let her dress fall to the floor, around her legs. Her panties were sheer and red. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“New rule,” she said to me, “Whoever makes her come first wins.”

“What?” Anne gasped out.

“We had a game to see who could get you into bed first, sweetie,” Hailey answered, “Katey did much better than I expected. Now we’re going to see which of us can make you come.”

Anne looked at me, panicked. Hailey went to her and took both her hands, pulling her up. Anne stood. Hailey took her into her arms and kissed her. Anne let out a long sigh, but she let it happen.

Then Hailey pushed her back down on the couch, and dropped down between her legs. She pushed her skirt up and kissed her thighs.

“Hailey,” I said, “This is her first time. Go easy on her.”

Hailey grabbed Anne’s panties, tugging on them. Anne arched her hips up. Hailey pulled them down, and when they got down around her ankles, Anne kicked them aside.

I sat next to Anne and put my arm around her. She was breathing heavily, practically panting. I kissed her and said, “Anne, I’m sorry. I really do like you. This whole contest was Hailey’s idea.”

She let out a long moan. Hailey was running her index finger up and down her pussy.

“Hailey!” I said, “Go slow with her, please.”

Anne looked over at me and said, “I d-don’t think I mind so much.” A wave of pleasure hit her, and she closed her eyes. Hailey stroked her pussy. Anne moaned, her face transfixed in pleasure.

I dropped down to the floor and nudged Hailey aside. “It’s my house,” I said, “I get to go first.”

“Fine. We switch off every two minutes.” She grabbed her phone, pressing buttons. “Go… now!”

I grasped Anne’s knees. She spread her legs wide and lay back. I looked at her lovely pussy, with its pink lips and delicate halo of black down. I reached in and spread it open. I could see a light flow of juice gathering around her hole. I leaned in and tasted her. A huge smile crossed my face. Her pussy was heavenly.

Just as I started to get busy, I felt Hailey drop down behind me and push my skirt up, rubbing my ass. Then I felt my panties come down. I adjusted my knees so she could pull them off.

I spread my legs a bit. I couldn’t believe it was happening.

There was a loud slurping sound. Something wet probed my hole. I closed my eyes and moaned. I had been waiting literally years for this moment. Hailey was eating my pussy!

I looked up at Anne, then wrapped my mouth tightly around her clit. We both moaned. We both gripped tightly. I held her legs. She grabbed my hair.

I felt Hailey’s tongue push lower, touching my clit. “Oh, fuck, Hailey, that feels so good,” I said.

“This is so amazing,” Anne muttered, before closing her eyes and lying back with her mouth agape.

I felt Hailey’s tongue enter my hole again, pressing in deeply. I felt her fingers run up and down, caressing my clit. I closed my eyes and started panting. Hailey got a steady rhythm, tonguing and rubbing me. I gasped. I moaned. I squeezed Anne tight and just tried to breathe. My heart hammered in my chest. My pussy tingled. My whole body tingled. I realized, however, that in my pleasure, I was neglecting Anne.

The timer went off. I had figured out her trick too late.

“My turn!” she said. She pushed me aside and dove in. I went behind her, rubbing her ass and grabbing her panties.

“Sorry, sweetie, that’s off limits,” she said.

“No fair!”

“I’m not letting you mess up my concentration. I’m going to win this game!” Then she ignored me, pressing her mouth tight against Anne’s pussy.

I got up on the couch and put my arms around Anne. She began to squirm and moan. Her mouth was open. I kissed her deeply, pressing my tongue between her lips. Then I kissed her neck. I kissed her eyes. I pulled her T-shirt off, and licked at her little pink nipples.

She stroked my face, and looked at me with dazed eyes. “That feels great,” she said, “But isn’t it only helping her?”

I guess it was, but when I saw the pleasure on her face, I didn’t care. I wrapped my mouth around her nipple and gazed into her eyes.

Two more minutes passed. Anne didn’t come.

I pushed Hailey aside, and went back in.

She got behind me and stroked my pussy. “Aren’t you going to stop me this time?” she asked.

I shook my head and said, “No.”

She got busy on my pussy. I relaxed and concentrated as much as I could. I spread Anne open again, and licked. I explored with my tongue, finding her clit.

Soon, however, the pleasure got to be too much; Hailey was just so good. My mouth opened wide. I moaned. My body began to writhe. Hailey rolled over onto her back, under me. I pressed my hips down, my clit into her mouth. Her tongue! She reached up and fingered my hole, pumping me. My moaning got deeper. My body started reacting all on its own.

I felt Anne stroking my hair. “This is so amazing,” she said, “I want to watch you come.”

My pleasure hit some sort of plateau. “Oh, fuck!” I heard myself groan out. I felt a familiar pressure build up inside me. Hailey was fingering me in that perfect spot. I was going to squirt.

It happened. My whole body shook at once. I felt my pussy contract, sending a single, unimaginable shock of pleasure across me. I felt the fluid spray out, a feeling of perfect release.

I fell forward, resting my head on Anne’s lap. She stroked me, pulled my face up to hers and gave me a deep kiss.

I heard Hailey laughing. I turned to her. There was a long streak of pussy juice going down her torso. Her smile was huge. “That was so fucking hot,” she said, “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”

“You never asked. Plus, it only happens sometimes.”

She laughed again. “Anne,” she said, “You want to come down here and lick Katey’s pussy juice off my tits.”

“What?” she asked.

“Come lick me clean. You’ll love it. I promise.”

Anne looked undecided.

“Just give it a taste, sweetie,” Hailey said.

I sat back on the couch, my heart still hammering, my body still twitching. Anne went to Hailey. She licked slowly, tentatively, taking in the flavor. She must have liked it. Her eyes closed as she continued to lick, tasting me on Hailey’s bare skin.

The timer went off. They kissed, and Anne got back on the couch, next to me, and spread herself out.

However, Hailey didn’t go between her legs. She went between mine and gave my pussy a gentle lick. “You taste so fucking good,” she said, smiling.

“You really do,” Anne whispered. She kissed my neck.

Then Hailey took her phone and shut off the timer. She got up on the couch on the other side of Anne and kissed her.

“Katey, dear,” Hailey said.

“Yes?”

“My mouth is tired. Go ahead and finish her off.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you want to win?”

She laughed. “I’m pretty sure you just did win, sweetie.”

I laughed too. I did feel like I had won something.

Anne looked back and forth at us, confused. I kissed her sweet face. I dropped down between her legs and ate her, giving my full attention. Hailey kissed her and licked her tits. Soon Anne came hard, crying out in ecstasy.

I kept licking and sucking. She grabbed my head and muttered, “Oh, God.” I kept licking. I sucked and probed. She began to breathe in and out rhythmically. I thought she might come again.

I was right. “Oh, fuck yes,” she cried out. Her body shuddered. “Oh, oh, oh!”

When her orgasm passed, she started giggling. She curled up and rolled against Hailey, kissing her. I gave her one more long, gentle lick.

“That was so sweet,” I said, coming up. My face was covered with her pussy juice.

Anne and Hailey looked at each other. They smiled. They licked my face clean. Then we clung to each other, laughing with delight.

“Now it’s my turn,” Hailey said, “Who wants to eat me?”

I looked at Anne. She looked at me. “Let’s take turns,” I said.

We went down together. We each had two goes at her, licking and sucking. We licked each other’s face between rounds, kissing deeply. Hailey finally came for Anne, moaning, shuddering, and kicking out her legs.

*****

“So,” Hailey said, “Technically, you won the game on all counts.”

“Yeah,” I said. I was curled up on the couch with Anne in my arms. Hailey was across from us in a chair. We were all dressed again.

“So,” Hailey said, “I guess you get to fuck me now, except that has pretty much already happened.”

“Huh?” asked Anne.

I smiled. “I hope this doesn’t bother you, sweetie, but part of the game was that if I got you first, Hailey would finally fuck me.”

“Oh.”

“So,” Hailey went on, “What do you want for your victory?”

“Well,” I said, feeling pleased, “First off, I want Anne to be my girlfriend. Does that sound good, Anne?”

She looked surprised. “Oh yes!” she exclaimed.

“But,” I went on, “I still want to fuck Hailey. In fact, I want both of us to fuck Hailey, from time to time, when we’re all in the mood. Does that sound good, Hailey?”

“I can live with that,” Hailey said, with a big smile, “As long as the ‘all in the mood’ happens, like, all the fucking time!”

“How about you, Anne?” I asked.

She looked back and forth between the two of us. “That would be great,” she said, “That would be completely, amazingly, wonderful.”

“All right then, it’s all settled.”

I kissed Anne’s sweet mouth. Hailey watched, a quiet smile on her lips.

The End

 

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Moonlight Dancers, Part One

  • Posted on June 4, 2017 at 3:32 pm

By Ebo

{ This story was originally posted at Loli Sapphism }

Sitting at her desk in her office, Kelly Chambers stared at the cell phone on her calendar in front of her and wondered if she shouldn’t have told her friend Becky no. She wasn’t one to turn away a friend in need, but this seemed like a bad idea. Chewing on her lip, Kelly thought about calling Becky back and telling her she couldn’t do it. She might have if Becky hadn’t sounded so frazzled on the phone and had said it was an emergency.

Kelly sat up straighter and thought, I’m making a bigger deal out of this than it really is. It’s just one night. It’ll be fine.

Standing up, Kelly circled her desk. With her hand on the doorknob, she took a deep breath to compose herself before exiting the office. As ready as she was going to get, Kelly opened the door and stepped out into the main area of her dance studio, Chamber’s Dance Academy. She saw Trouble sitting on the bank of bleachers that took up most of one wall.

Her real name was Vicky Winters, not Trouble. She was actually a pretty good kid, so Trouble didn’t really fit her. Vicky was Trouble for Kelly and probably no one else. Which wasn’t to mean she acted out in dance class because nothing could be further from the truth. She was the ideal student, attentive to instruction and eager to learn. Vicky was a passionate dancer and very skilled, graceful.

Vicky was trouble because she looked just like her mother had at twelve. Becky Winters had been her best friend and first love. Becky had never been lovelier than she had been that summer Becky’s family had moved away. Kelly didn’t figure it out until Becky was half way across the country, but she had been in love with the girl. She was left pining for a girl she couldn’t hold anymore. Kelly hadn’t really gotten over Becky, which is why when she took a partner, she sought out a brown-haired, brown-eyed girl. This would have been fine, but she liked her girlfriends slender, almost boyish in build. Basically, her type was Becky at twelve.

Again, this shouldn’t have been a problem — there were plenty of flat-chested brunettes in the sea — but she had also developed an affinity for middle-school-aged girls. She never acted on these urges, but when she saw a beautiful eleven-twelve-thirteen-year-old girl, her heart would beat a little faster. If one of those girls happened to look like Becky… Trouble.

Vicky was Trouble in spades. There was no doubt Vicky was Becky’s daughter. She had the same beautiful eyes and warm smile, same glossy brown hair and the same lithe and lean figure. It was more than just looks, though. Vicky had the same grace and confidence that Kelly had found irresistible in her mother at that age.

Kelly would be lying if she said she didn’t find Vicky attractive. It had been a long time since anyone had gotten in Kelly’s head like the lovely Vicky did when she walked into Chambers Dance Academy two months ago. That first glimpse of the girl had made Kelly’s heart skip a few beats, and that instant attraction had only gotten worse with each dance session.

Just how much worse was what worried Kelly. While she liked to look at young girls, there was never any real danger of her doing anything. Vicky in her leotard and white tights tempted her more than she liked to admit.

To make matters worse, Kelly thought the girl knew the spell she had Kelly under. In fact, Kelly was almost positive she did. Again, this would have been fine if Vicky reacted like a typical twelve-year-old girl should have when she realized her pervy dance instructor was interested in her — which was roll her eyes dramatically or tell her mother — but she didn’t. Instead, she started smiling at Kelly and finding reasons to talk to her more.

It was probably just wishful thinking, but Kelly got the feeling Vicky was testing her, feeling her out. Some of the things she said, the way she looked at Kelly seemed… flirty. Sometimes, Kelly felt like Vicky was trying to gauge her reaction.

Kelly didn’t think she hid her interest very well. Anyone with any kind of experience at reading a person’s body language would see right through her. Her only hope was that Vicky was inexperienced enough to miss the obvious signs Kelly was giving off. Unfortunately, something told her she wasn’t going to be that lucky.

Seeing Kelly coming, Vicky looked up from her phone. The girl favored Kelly with a smile that made her forget to breathe for a few seconds. There was so much potential for trouble in that smile. Kelly almost panicked, ran back to her office to call Becky and tell her she had changed her mind. Instead, she took another deep breath to calm herself before sitting next to the girl on the bleachers.

“Um, your mom called. She won’t be able to pick you up tonight,” Kelly said.

“I know,” Vicky said, holding up her phone, “she just told me. I’m staying with you tonight.”

“Looks like it,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

The corners of Vicky’s mouth turned up even more, and Kelly caught a glint of mischief in the girl’s eyes. Something in that smile made Kelly’s heart knock around her chest like a crazed animal in a cage.

Kelly didn’t like the nervous warble in her voice as she said, “Let’s get out of here, then.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, getting to her feet and picking up her little duffel bag in one lithe motion.

Watching the girl walk toward the exit, mesmerized by the tick of her backside, Kelly swallowed hard and got to her feet. Shaking her head, she forced herself to look away. She was going to have her hands full trying to keep her hands off the girl tonight.

Kelly followed Vicky outside, pausing to set the alarm and lock up the studio behind her. She hadn’t realized how badly her hands were shaking until she fumbled her keys trying to get them in the lock, dropping them. As she bent over to pick them up, she felt eyes on her. Straightening up, she glanced around the parking lot to see who was checking her out. The parking lot was mostly empty, and the only person in sight was Vicky, leaning against the hood of Kelly’s car. When Kelly met her eyes, the girl looked away, guiltily.

Oh God, Kelly thought, saying a little prayer, please let me be imagining things. Don’t let Vicky be interested in me. It’s hard enough to behave without knowing the girl might want the attention.

She managed to get the door locked, then pressed the button on her key fob to open her car doors. Vicky was sliding into the passenger seat as Kelly walked to the car. Kelly swore the girl was watching her approach, but the sun made it hard to see through the windshield. Still, she was certain. A little flustered by the girl’s attention, Kelly tried to act nonchalant but failed miserably.

Getting into the car, Kelly avoided meeting Vicky’s eyes. She jammed the key in the ignition, and the car came grumbling to life. The poor thing was on its last leg, should have been put to pasture years ago. If her classes continued to be booked solid, she was going to treat herself to a new car and finally let Charlie rest in peace.

One of her girlfriends had asked why she called her car Charlie and the best she could come up with was it looked like a Charlie.

As she put Charlie in gear, she said, “Alright, Charlie. Take us home.”

“You call your car Charlie?” Vicky asked, amused.

“Yeah,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

“You know,” Vicky said, looking around the car, “it kind of fits.”

Surprised, Kelly asked, “Yeah?”

Nodding, Vicky said, “Definitely.”

Huh, Kelly thought, wondering about Vicky’s reaction to the name of her car, does she really think Charlie is a good name for the car? I know Becky would have liked it, and Vicky has her mother’s quirky sense of humor. Maybe she really does like it.

“So… Where is Charlie taking us? I mean, where do you live?” Vicky asked.

“Brighton,” Kelly said.

“An apartment? House?” Vicky asked as they turned out of the parking lot.

“House,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl. Vicky’s curiosity was making her nervous. On the surface, her questions seemed innocent enough, but Kelly got the feeling there was more to them. What, she had no idea.

“Mom and I rent an apartment,” Vicky said, sighing, “I miss having a back yard.”

Smiling at the girl, Kelly said, “I have a big back yard. You are welcome to borrow it, although I guess there isn’t much daylight left. Days are getting short again.”

“I know,” Vicky groaned, shaking her head, “I can’t believe we are already back in school.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Summer vacation never lasts long enough.”

“Tell me about it,” Vicky agreed.

“How’s the new school treating you? Making friends?” Kelly asked.

“It’s okay. Still getting used to it,” Vicky said, then sighed. “I miss my old school, though.”

“Yeah, moving sucks,” Kelly said. When the girl smiled at her, Kelly realized they were bonding. Considering Kelly’s infatuation with Vicky, she wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. Still, she couldn’t spend the night avoiding talking to the girl. Well, she could, but that would be awkward for both of them.

“The bright side — I’ve made friends with a couple of girls from your class. I’m going to the movies tomorrow with Tessa,” Vicky said.

“Seeing anything good?” Kelly asked, coming to a stop at a red light.

“Suicide Squad.”

“Really? Your mom is letting you see that?” Kelly asked, glancing at the girl.

“It took some convincing,” Vicky admitted.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I bet it did.”

“God, I can’t wait to see it,” Vicky said, excitedly, “Harley Quinn looked so awesome in the previews. I’ve been trying to convince Mom to let me dress up as her for Halloween. Mom is saying no, but I think I can wear her down. Maybe guilt trip her about tonight.”

Kelly glanced at Vicky and forgot to breathe as she imagined the girl in her Harley Quinn costume. She looked away in a hurry, hoped the girl hadn’t seen her reaction. Kelly knew why Becky was saying no to the costume, but she’d love to open the door and see Vicky in fishnets, little booty shorts, and a baby tee standing on her doorstep. The girl would smile and say ‘trick or treat’ and…

Lost in her fantasy, Kelly almost passed her turn. She hit her turn signal, took the turn too fast. Not dangerously so, but noticeable. Vicky was looking at her funny and Kelly avoided meeting her eyes. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought the girl was smiling.

I need to get my head on right. Little fantasies like that can get me in a lot of trouble, especially with the girl staying the night, Kelly thought, trying to calm down.

“Um, I never thanked you for letting me stay. So you know, thanks,” Vicky said.

“You are welcome,” Kelly said, smiling at her. Not for the first time, she thought Becky had made a great kid. Vicky was beautiful, smart and funny, polite and respectful.

Vicky was quiet for a while, lost in thought. Finally, she said, “I wonder what was so important that Mom had to fly out tonight.”

“I don’t know,” Kelly said, laughing as she remembered the frantic phone call from Becky. “She sounded a little stressed out, trying to do a hundred things at once, so I didn’t ask. She didn’t seem upset, though.”

“Yeah, she sounded excited when I talked to her,” Vicky said.

“Maybe this is good news, then,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

“Maybe,” Vicky agreed, smiling back.

“We’ll see when she gets back in town tomorrow,” Kelly said, braking at a stop sign. Making a right turn, she steered Charlie onto her street. Two houses up, she turned into her driveway.

Looking out the windshield, Vicky was grinning as she said, “You know, I was trying to picture what sort of house you’d have. This is definitely the one.”

“What’s wrong with my house?” Kelly asked.

“Nothing. I love it,” Vicky said, blushing as she added, “I just meant it suits you.”

Kelly thought the house suited her, too. It was a bungalow with a wrap-around porch that had more square footage than the house itself. When the weather was warm, she spent a lot of time on the porch reading or surfing the web. Or sunbathing on the side deck.

Looking to her right, she was curious why Vicky thought this house suited her and asked, “Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know… I can just see you living here. Do you use the porch swing a lot?”

“I do,” Kelly said.

“I would, too,” Vicky said, sighing, “I’m jealous.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Come on.”

They got out of the car, walking up the path to the front porch. Kelly slipped the key in the front door. Turning, she realized the girl wasn’t behind her, anymore. She laughed when she saw the girl on the swing. Kelly entered the alarm code, then closed the door behind. She sat on the swing next to the girl.

“I want this swing,” Vicky said.

“I thought you lived in an apartment?” Kelly said, amused.

“I could hang it in my bedroom,” Vicky said, gently rocking them.

“Sorry, Kiddo. You can’t have my swing,” Kelly laughed.

“A glass of iced tea, a good book… I would spend the whole evening right here reading,” Vicky said, stroking the bench cushion on the swing.

Substitute a glass of wine for the iced tea, and that sounds perfect, Kelly thought, having done just what the girl described many times. Many, many times.

“What sort of books do you like?” Kelly asked.

“Suspense, I guess. Like detective novels,” Vicky said, then laughed, “I’ve been reading the number books by Janet Evanovich. Do you know the ones I’m talking about?”

Nodding, Kelly said, “The Stephanie Plum novels.”

“Yes! I love them. I’m reading number seven right now,” Vicky said.

“That’s funny,” Kelly said, shaking her head, “I’m six books ahead of you, but I’m reading the Stephanie Plum books, too.”

“Really?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening.

“Yeah,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

“Cool,” Vicky said, then laughed. “It’s kind of funny…. You like the same books as me.”

Oh God, Kelly thought, with an inward groan, what if I start liking Vicky because she has great taste in books and porch swings and not just because she has great legs and a cute backside. Lust is one thing but a genuine connection…. She’d definitely be Trouble with a capital ‘T’.

Suddenly, sitting on the porch swing next to the girl seemed a little too intimate, too friendly, and Kelly got to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she said, “You are welcome to sit awhile, but I’m heading in.”

“I’m coming,” Vicky said, following her, “I want to see the rest of the house.”

———————-

“Um…” Vicky said, looking down at herself, “do you think I could take a shower? My clothes are sticking to me.”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, pointing down the hall, “second door on the left. There are towels in the closet.”

“Thanks,” Vicky said, pushing away from the center island she had been leaning against.

Kelly watched the girl walk down the hallway, her eyes once again drawn to the playful tick of Vicky’s backside. She was such a graceful girl that even when she wasn’t dancing, her movements seemed balletic. It was unstudied, probably unintentional, but hard to look away from. Vicky’s mother had had that same grace and poise, and Kelly had found it irresistible then, too.

Only when the girl turned into the bathroom could Kelly shake off the spell she had been under. Shaking her head at her weakness for the girl, Kelly took a few deep breaths and thought, Please let me get through the night without doing something stupid.

She headed to her bedroom to change out of her own dance clothes but didn’t make it. Kelly came to a dead stop when she noticed Vicky hadn’t completely closed the door behind her. The door was a little tricky, didn’t always latch. Rooted in her spot, Kelly watched the girl slip out of her leotard, wriggling it past her hips and letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She couldn’t breathe as Vicky straightened up, wearing nothing but a pair of white tights. The stretchy nylon hose revealed more than it hid, clung to Vicky’s long legs and pert backside like a second skin. She might as well be naked. Kelly swallowed hard as the girl turned slightly and she saw one small, pale breast. Standing there like that, Vicky was so beautiful and tempting that Kelly wanted her… so badly. The girl was even more lovely than she had imagined.

Vicky hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the tights, started to shimmy out of them. Kelly forced herself away from the open door. Hot with adrenaline and on legs like rubber bands, Kelly walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned heavily against it. Leaving the open bathroom door and the view of a nearly naked Vicky behind had drained her, had taken a Herculean feat of will. She fought her own breathing and racing heart, trying to get them under control. She failed miserably.

When she closed her eyes, she could still see the twelve-year-old undressing as clearly as if she was still standing right in front of her now. It was an image she doubted she’d ever forget, would haunt her fantasies for a long time. Not that she wanted to forget…. Ashamed or not, she had loved the way Vicky had looked standing there in just her white tights. She could no more deny it than she could the flush of heat spreading between her thighs.

“God, I’m a mess,” she said out loud, rubbing her earlobe absentmindedly. When she realized she was doing it, she snatched her hand away from her ear. It was a nervous tick of hers and spoke volumes about her state of mind.

Pushing away from the door, she stripped out of her dance clothes. Her sweaty clothes went into the hamper, and she slipped into her silk robe. She pulled the scrunchy from her hair, shaking out the ponytail she wore for dance practice.

She left her room, returning to the kitchen. Vicky must have spotted the open door because it was closed now. This was for the best because the shower stall was glass and even fogged up, would have given Kelly a fantastic view of Vicky’s naked, soapy body. Just thinking about Vicky all naked, wet and slippery didn’t do anything for Kelly’s state of mind.

In the kitchen, she pulled a bottle of Jim Beam from the freezer, poured about four inches in the bottom of a drinking glass. She filled the rest of the glass with some Coke from the fridge. Taking a sip, she made a face. It was much more stout than the ones she usually made, the ratio of bourbon to soda about two to one.

She took a long pull, the alcohol burning all the way down. She needed it to kick in, needed something to calm her nerves. The last thing she needed was for Vicky to finish her shower and see her still a flustered mess. She finished half the glass in one gulp.

Kelly was putting her empty glass in the sink when Vicky came into the kitchen. Her hair was still damp, and she had a dry towel wrapped around her, a knot between her small breasts. The alcohol had just started to make Kelly feel fuzzy, but seeing Vicky standing there in just a towel sobered Kelly up in a hurry.

“Feel better?” Kelly asked, her voice thick, but that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

“Much. Thanks,” Vicky said, leaning against the counter.

“Um… Make yourself comfortable. The TV remote is on the coffee table,” Kelly said, pushing away from the sink, “I’m going to grab a shower, then we’ll figure out what to do for dinner. Are you hungry for anything?”

“Mom and I usually get Chinese after practice,” Vicky said, smiling. “It’s becoming a tradition.”

“Chinese it is. I could go for some pepper steak, myself,” Kelly said.

“What’s the address here?” Vicky asked, digging her cell phone out of her purse, “I’ll call it in while you’re in the shower.”

Kelly rambled off the address, then said, “There is a Golden Dragon Restaurant menu on the fridge. Should have their phone number.”

Grinning, Vicky said, “Don’t need it. I’ve got it memorized.”

“Really?” Kelly asked, laughing.

“Like I said, a tradition,” Vicky said, smiling. “We always order the same thing — a number six with an extra egg roll, a number eight and a number seventeen.”

“Well order whatever you want and get me a number twelve. Oh, and a small number thirty,” Kelly said.

“What’s a number thirty?” Vicky asked, dialing.

“Pork fried rice,” Kelly said.

“Oh. I’ll make it a large if you don’t mind sharing,” Vicky said, putting the phone to her ear.

“I don’t know…. I’m pretty serious about my fried rice,” Kelly teased.

Rolling her eyes and laughing, Vicky said, “Go shower.”

Kelly left the girl to place their order, heading down the hallway for a much-needed shower. She made sure the door latched, even though she doubted that Vicky had any interest in sneaking a peek at a naked thirty-two-year-old woman.

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Works of Art

  • Posted on May 26, 2017 at 1:49 pm

By Misty Meadow

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2017 }

In January a few years ago, a notice in the Daily Telegraph announced the sale of a small collection of paintings by a minor gallery located off Charing Cross Road in London. The painter wished to remain anonymous, for obvious reasons.

At first glance each painting appeared to be of a prepubescent girl, naked or nearly so, but closer examination revealed that they were all paintings of photographs. The white edge of the photograph was depicted together with the four push pins holding it to a surface and the electronic date/time stamp in the bottom left hand corner could easily be read.

The pictures had been taken at roughly one month intervals over the previous year. The girl was always posed in such a way as to reveal her vagina, though not in a deliberately lewd way. Nevertheless, she managed to radiate both innocence and sexuality.

The earliest picture showed her sitting at the bottom of a flight of stairs dressed in nothing more than a pair of white cotton knickers. She had pulled the waist of the knickers out and was peering down inside, an expression of intense curiosity on her angelic face.

The next was a full frontal nude, hiding nothing and she held a vividly coloured parakeet on her hand. The lighting was all directed at the bird, leaving her body in partial shade and one could argue that it was a picture of a bird, the girl being incidental, allowing one to gaze at her at length, pretending to be a lover of birds rather than little girls.

In a later picture, she was standing knee deep in a lake, again in white knickers which in their wetness clung tightly to her body, revealing the exact shape of her vagina or, one wondered, had they become so translucent that one was actually looking at the real thing?

All the remaining pictures showed her naked, playing a violin or sitting cross legged reading a book, and the last one showed her sitting at a kitchen table, legs carelessly spread, her head turned sideways, her lips open, her hand holding a up banana an inch from her lips, a symbolism lost on few.

All the paintings were signed, “Mummy.”

Word soon spread that it was an exhibition of child pornography. In the UK, the legal definition includes this phrase: “illegal to take, make, distribute, show or possess an indecent photograph or pseudo-photograph of someone under the age of 18.” An argument ensued in the press about what constituted a pseudo-photograph. The usual interpretation was a computer image. Did the law include paintings? Could a painting of a photograph be porn? Would a photo of a painting of a photo be illegal? Apparently not, because the papers were printing them.

The gallery forbade photography, but with iPhones being ubiquitous, most visitors took pictures surreptitiously and soon they were available in all the tabloids.

What did “indecent” actually mean? Was the gallery owner in trouble? The Crown Prosecution Service attempted to extract the name of the artist from him, but all he was able to reveal was the name of the law firm that actually handled the sales, and they weren’t talking.

The terms of sale were unusual. Upon arrival, viewers were given a card with a phone number on it, nothing more. Each painting was priced at five thousand pounds, no haggling, take it or leave it, to be sold on a first come – first served basis. A buyer could call the law firm from right there in the gallery and close the sale immediately.

On the first day, only three were sold, seven the next day, and the remainder went on the third day just minutes after the gallery opened. They would all remain on the gallery walls until the end of the month and buyers could collect them when the exhibition closed.

For the next few weeks, there was a line down the street to get in and see this new sensation. Word had clearly got out. When the exhibition closed, buyers wearing sunglasses and hats pulled low could be seen leaving, carrying their paintings, concealed by bubble wrap, under their arms, smug smiles on their faces.

A large sign in the gallery foyer announced that there would be another exhibition by the same artist at the same time next year. People tried to make reservations but they were told just to come and get in line.

The paintings were titled “Mummy’s Little Girl: No. 1,” “Mummy’s Little Girl: No. 2,” etc., through number 12. Who was she? She certainly looked far from unhappy about being photographed in such revealing poses, indeed, the eager smile on her lovely face indicated she was having a great time.

The little girl was me. I was just ten years old.

My name is Myfanwy, but Mum calls me Muffin. We live in a cottage just outside a small village in Snowdonia in North Wales. The nearest neighbours are a quarter of a mile away, so we have plenty of privacy.

Mum made a nice living that year, sixty grand less commission being much more than she’d ever earned from her art before, even though her technique was excellent. She lit her subjects like Carravagio, painted textures like the Dutch masters, and her flesh tones seemed as if they might feel warm to the touch. The only subject she painted was me.

She was a lesbian paedophile. I knew because she told me. “I’m a lover of little girls,” she said, when I was about six.

“Everyone loves kids,” I pointed out.

“Yes, but I love to hug and kiss and fondle you in a special way. You excite me.”

I didn’t see how hugging her daughter merited a special name like ‘paedophile’. After all, didn’t all mummies hug their kids? Well, most of them do, but I found out later that not all of them take showers with their little girls and wash them all over and pay special attention to their little cunnies, and not all little girls are utterly fascinated by their mum’s pussies, to the extent that they caress them and marvel as they grow moist to the touch.

She’d told me never to tell anyone about the fun stuff we did in the shower, so I thought it was just normal mum/daughter games until much later, in school, when we got the “inappropriate touching” lecture. So Mum was different from other mothers. Was I freaked out? Not a bit. Our fun thing was special and I didn’t want it to stop.

I wasn’t her victim. She didn’t make me do anything that I didn’t want to do, in fact I was usually the one who initiated things. We’d wrestle on the rug and I’d manage to sit on her face, or I’d lie on the couch, my head in her lap, reaching up to caress her small but firm tits, or I’d say, “I want to make love, Mum.” She’d smile and take my hand, and we’d drift into her bedroom and undress each other.

By the age of eight, in the shower, I’d progressed from merely letting her finger my cunt to kneeling before her and exploring her pink cavern with my tongue. I loved it all. The smell and taste of her cunt made my head spin. If it made her happy, I wanted to do it. One time she was lying in the tub when I came into the bathroom and she asked me to step in with my feet either side of her head and feed her my pussy. So I squatted down onto her face and she licked me to a lovely orgasm.

A couple of times a week, usually Saturday mornings when I was not at school, we’d have a photo session. We’d dream up new ideas, new ways for me to display my body erotically while maintaining a veneer of innocence. It was tremendously exciting to undress while she watched me, then pose for her and the camera, knowing that one day, dozens, maybe hundreds of people would look the the resultant painting and be excited by it.

“Men are gonna like you,” Mum said one day. “Most paedophiles are men, although I know of a few women who would give anything just to see you with nothing on, showing off your darling little cunt like this. You may think that a ten-year-old girl can’t be all that sexy, not with your flat chest and narrow hips, but believe me, there is a huge number of people out there who are secretly into little girls, just like me, and I want them to have the exquisite pleasure of gazing on your naked body through the medium of my art.”

She’d look through the camera, framing the shot, and my cunt area would tingle with excitement, with the naughtiness of showing off my private parts. I loved it, the undressing, the posing, the adoring look on Mum’s face as she photographed me.

I was now ten, but as yet there were no signs of approaching puberty. “I don’t want you to grow up, Muffin,” Mum said. “I want you to remain a little girl forever.” So I let her take pictures of me in the most indecent poses I could think of, the more the merrier, so she’d at least have them after I became a grown woman.

*****

We started to assemble a collection for the next sale. The first one showed me wearing a suspender belt, white stockings, a wispy little see-through bra that concealed nothing and, of course, no knickers. I was sitting on a window sill, legs slightly parted, with the light behind me and it came out in soft focus, a new challenge for Mum to reproduce in oils, but she did a superb job. It was possible to see my cunny quite clearly.

“Don’t you think it’s time you started calling your cunny by a more grown up name?” she asked.

“Like what?”

“Pussy? Twat? Minge? Quim? How about ‘cunt’?”

I liked the sound of “cunt”. It had a nice lewd ring to it. I tried it out. “Cunt! Look at my cunt! Do you like my cunt? I know you want to touch my cunt!”

Mum laughed. “Yes, touch it and lick it. Come here, Muffin, and let your mummy make you happy.” Even though I was only ten, her tongue could light up my whole body.

The next picture was intended to be less provocative. It showed me pulling my knickers down. They’d got as far as mid-thigh when the camera flash went off. I was leaning slightly forward, tugging them down, looking straight into the camera lens with a dazzling smile on my face. But somehow, the presence of knickers made the whole scene more erotic than just my naked body.

“I love your knickers, my darling. I don’t know what looks sexier, you in your knickers or just naked.” I put my hand between her legs and fingered her cunt until she was dripping wet, then used my knickers to wipe her, then put them back on again. I had no problem wearing knickers soaked with her cunt juice. If I could happily lick and taste her, a few stains were no problem. It was kinda intimate.

The months rolled by and the collection was coming together nicely. Mum had taken a number of selfies of us, my face buried between her thighs, then hers between mine and I begged her to paint one of them, but she demurred, pointing out that all the other stuff she’d painted was borderline porn that she’d gotten away with, but a painting of me eating her pussy could never be passed off as art.

“We have to keep it classy,” she said. “If we cross a certain line, the authorities could close the gallery down and we’d be fucked. We have to maintain a delicate balance between pornography and art. We want to appeal to paedophiles in a way that’s acceptable to society as a whole. Usually, when people hear the words ‘kiddy porn’ or ‘paedophile’ they become outraged. There’s a side to this whole question that’s perfectly benign, harmless, and in our case, beneficial. I want to acquaint the public with the pure, beautiful aspect of child sexuality, but without running afoul of the law.”

By now, the previous year’s pictures had all been leaked to various sites on the Internet, spreading ever wider until they could be found practically anywhere. I rejoiced in my fame, secure in the knowledge that in this tiny conservative community in the Welsh mountains, it was unlikely than our neighbours would encounter them. If confronted, we could always claim, with suitable outrage, that it wasn’t me, just some other little girl who looked similar. Mum had taken the precaution of painting my eyes slightly bigger, with darker lashes and eyebrows, and a smaller nose.

“I’ll leave your lips just as they are,” she said. “Come and kiss me.” Our tongues met like excited puppies.

January arrived and it was time to open the new exhibition. Still just twelve paintings, they were slightly more lascivious than those of the previous year. One showed me squatting naked with my arms round Bandit, our border collie, as I whispered in his ear. Squats are always good for showing off a cunt, and though the main subject was the dog, one’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to my little girly slit. In another, I played a guitar. You’ll never see a fully dressed person playing a guitar with their knees together, and neither were mine, nor was I in any way dressed.

Such was the crowd outside the gallery in distant London that BBC television was broadcasting the gallery opening live. Some potential buyers had been camped out for days, guarding their places in the line and as the doors opened, a great cheer went up. Three men and a woman were injured in the crush to get in the door and we later learned that all twelve paintings were sold in minutes, as fast as the law firm could process the calls, despite the fact that Mum was now demanding ten thousand pounds for each one.

“You should’ve auctioned them,” I said to her when the broadcast ended.

“No, Muffin. No one would bid openly for them. Who’d wanna be labeled as a collector of child porn? It’s better this way. Those buyers must be dealers who’ll sell them off at a huge profit, but we don’t have to be greedy. We just want to make the world more appreciative of the beauty of a child’s body, to fight back against society’s oppression of benign girl lovers like me.”

Before the end of the day, the pictures started appearing on the Internet, all described as “art,” or at worst, “erotic art.” I felt immensely proud of myself and of my body. I looked at myself in the mirror, closely inspecting my nipples and my cunt, but there was still no sign of development.

*****

The next exhibition, a year later, was different. I was now twelve. My tits, imperceptible in January, had slowly grown over the course of the year until by December, they were distinct little mounds of soft flesh, and my cunt had begun to develop lips. A few wisps of pubic hair appeared, but Mum shaved them off. She was fighting my transformation into a woman as hard as she could. Though I still had the innocent, angelic face of a child, my body was a different story. I was sexy. I mean really fucking sexy. I could see it myself.

This year’s paintings were even more daring and showed me in improbable poses. A few were gymnastic in nature with my cunt always in perfect view as the centrepiece, my contortions serving only to display it more aggressively. The last picture showed me sprawled on a couch, my legs spread wide, one hand covering one tit, the other hiding my cunt — or was I masturbating? It depended on the viewer’s state of mind.

We were now probably over the line into the realm of child pornography.

“I’m hoping the last two years have opened people’s minds somewhat,” Mum said. “We haven’t even been questioned by the authorities, let alone prosecuted. I think we’re gonna get away with it again. At twenty thousand a clip, we’re looking at over two hundred K. And next year, well, we’re gonna be rich!”

How wrong she was. What she hadn’t realised was that you can take pictures of naked kids and call them family photos, but I wasn’t a kid any more. I was a pubescent girl, about to have her first period and I was just too fucking sexy to get away with it and I was still underage by four years.

Once again the BBC was at the gallery to report the opening, but a frighteningly large squad of police officers were first through the doors, which promptly closed behind them.

Two days later, disaster struck.

*****

The barman at the village pub called us to ask if we had called the police. “There were two coppers in here a minute ago, asking directions to your place.”

“FUCK!” called Mum, slamming the phone down. She ran into the den and began yanking all the connections from the back of the computer. She lifted it into my arms then pushed a handful of memory sticks into my pocket. “Go and throw that into the pool below the falls,” she said.

Tires crunched on the gravel as I staggered out of the back door and down to the path by the stream. A hundred yards downstream, a small waterfall fell into a deep pool. I tossed the computer in and followed it with the memory sticks. I got back to the cottage in time to see Mum in cuffs, being pushed into a police car.

“Call my sister,” she had time to yell. “She’ll come and take care of you.”

The nightmare had just begun.

*****

A week later, Mum was home again, out on bail, but she was no longer the anonymous painter that the art world had wondered about for two years. Her name was all over the papers, and they no longer printed the pictures, all of which had been confiscated from their owners by the police, as evidence. How their identities, or Mum’s for that matter, were uncovered wasn’t clear, but it probably involved some computer hacking by the authorities. There were a lot of pissed off art lovers out there, but they quickly formed into a group to support us and help pay our legal fees. All the money we’d made from the paintings was gone to pay the bail.

Months later, Mum went back to London for the trial which took several weeks, closely reported in the press. Our defense team made the case that a painting of a photograph fell outside the definition of child pornography. “If one took a video of a bank robbery, would that be a crime? The robbery, yes, but the video? No!” was the theme our barrister constantly hammered at. “Is a photograph of a counterfeit banknote a forgery? Of course not!”

Towards the end of the trial, I was summoned to testify and travelled down to London. At Euston Station, Mum hugged me so tightly it almost hurt.

“You’re a brave girl,” she said. “It won’t be easy to stand up in court and give evidence.”

“I can do it, Mum.”

*****

On November 2, 1960, a jury delivered a verdict of Not Guilty at the trial of Penguin Books, who’d published Lady Chatterley’s Lover earlier in the year. The jury had been required to read the book from end to end, and their decision that it was a work of art and not an obscenity had kicked off a social revolution that is remembered to this day.

Today in similar fashion, all three dozen of Mum’s paintings were displayed, one by one, for the jury’s consideration. While this was going on, I was sitting outside the courtroom, waiting to be called. A couple of hours went by and I was torn between anxiety about the outcome of the trial and pride that my naked body was once more on display for strangers to admire. They’re looking at me, I thought. They’re looking at my naked cunt. My tummy tingled with excitement.

Then my name was called.

“Were you a willing participant in the creation of your mother’s works of art?” asked our barrister. I must have looked so innocent, wearing a school uniform, the front of my blouse pulled flat, white ankle socks on my feet.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I replied, giving the jury my most dazzling smile. “My mum’s a brilliant artist and I wanted to give her a suitable subject to paint, a subject close to her heart. She really loves me a lot.”

“Did she ever force you to do anything you were reluctant to do?”

I let out a little derisive snort. “I loved being painted. I’m proud of what I did. I’m not one of those people who are ashamed of their own bodies.” A few of the spectators clapped. Others frowned.

Then I had to wait outside again as the closing arguments were made.

The jury retired. They were out for most of two days. I was in the courtroom for the verdict.

“Not guilty!” the jury foreman said firmly. The court erupted, a mixture of cheers and boos.

*****

Our customers have all had their paintings returned to them. We’ve been inundated with emails, cards and letters of congratulation from the huge number of people who supported us. But the money is gone, spent on legal fees. Just as painful was the loss of the hundreds of photographs that Mum had taken of me down the years. They lay at the bottom of the pool below the waterfall.

All we had were copies of the paintings that we’d downloaded from the Internet.

“Do you want to paint more pictures of me?” I asked Mum when we got back to Wales.

“Let’s get a look at you. Take your clothes off.”

I undressed for her and she looked at me, then sadly shook her head.

I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. A thirteen-year-old girl, who’d had her first period months earlier, looked back at me. She had fully formed breasts, small and firm, and curvy hips, and a little bush of blond hair was visible just above the lips of her vagina. I was now a woman, and I didn’t look at all innocent.

Mum and I looked at each other. We both knew it was hopeless. The little girl had gone. Any painting of me, however daring, would just be another piece of run-of-the-mill erotic art. We didn’t need to say anything.

“We gave them a run for their money, anyway,” Mum said, hugging me.

Had we achieved anything? Had we done anything to erode society’s horror of pictures of naked little girls? Had we opened a crack in society’s intolerance of child lovers? I’d like to think so, but don’t see any signs of it. Our pictures were not Lady Chatterley’s Lover, and there’s no revolution unfolding.

But I do have the satisfaction of knowing that three dozen happy customers are looking at me and, I hope, becoming aroused by my sexuality… and let’s not forget that all the pictures can still be found on the Internet.

And there’s my wonderful mother. Even if I can’t convey the innocence of a child, Mum still finds me desirable, and we are still lovers.

I lie in bed at night, next to my naked mother. We’ve just pleasured one another, and she is asleep. I’m thinking about the hundreds and thousands of men and women out there, their faces lit by the glow of their computer screens, looking at me, perhaps masturbating, and I bask in my own glow in the knowledge that I’ve made a lot of people very happy.

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