Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Lisa – age 29, she is Jenny’s aunt and Tina and Erin’s mother. She is married to Greg, whose work keeps him away from home quite often, which is a good thing!

Cheryl – age 29, she is Tammy and Emily’s mother. She got pregnant with Tammy at age 15 and ended up marrying Tammy’s father and has accepted she is a lesbian since her husband walked out on her soon after Emily was born.

Jenny – age 12, she is visiting her Aunt Lisa for the summer, where her awakening libido leads to sex with her attractive and horny aunt.

Tammy – age 13, she stays the night with Jenny and has sex with her, which leads to having sex with Lisa. She has been having sex with her mother and little sister for years.

Emily – age 8, she was seduced by her mother at age four.

Tina – age 9, she and her sister, Erin, are on a vacation with their father when the story begins.

Erin – age 7, she is a sexually precocious little girl who has enjoyed fooling around with her sister, Tina.

By Cheryl Taggert

Lisa actually moved in with us the following week, deciding to move out of her old place over a series of days off so she could go ahead and be with the girls and me every night while taking her time moving her things here or putting some things in storage in the attic of her parents’ house in a nearby town.

The weekend was coming, and Emily approached me with a question while I was making supper. Could her friend Sara spend the night that Saturday? She was smiling that “cat that ate the canary” grin of hers. She had told Sara all about our new family, and everything that entailed.

“Did you speak to her about it yet? Does she want to spend the night?” I asked, wanting to be sure Sara was aware of what we would be doing if she came over for a sleepover.

Emily rolled her eyes at my need for assurance. “She was playing with herself just thinking about it, Mom.”

I couldn’t let the little one have to depend on self-gratification for the foreseeable future, now could I? “Okay, Sweetie. Should I call her mom and make the arrangements?”

“That would be great!” Not for the first time since our new relationship had begun, she hugged me tightly and added, “You’re the greatest mommy ever!”

I hugged her back and leaned down to kiss her. What used to be a small peck in such circumstances had now turned into, well, something a bit more. She snaked her tongue into my mouth and we kissed like that for a few seconds before breaking the kiss. I had told her that it was okay to do that when we were alone or with Nikki or Lisa, but that we couldn’t stop to make love every time we kissed since life makes its demands.

Emily scampered off to tell Nikki that Sara would be able to spend the night, while I marveled at the change in our relationship. Just a few days ago, I would have been unwittingly setting up a small orgy of three little girls, aged eight and nine. Now, I was fully aware of what sexual games Sara and my daughters had engaged in. They had always waited until bedtime to start their fun and games, but now it would all be out in the open. Sara, bless her heart, seemed to be looking forward to that quite a bit. I knew Emily was equally in favor of this little extension of their usually private orgy, the extension being the inclusion of Lisa and me, and based on the squeal of delight coming from their bedroom, Nikki was excited about it too. She came running into the kitchen.

“Is it true? Is Sara spending the night Saturday?!”

“Well, it will be up to her mother, but it’s okay with me. I’ll call after I finish this and wash my hands.” I was making homemade pizza, one of the girls’ favorites, of course.

Finishing my preparation and putting the pizza in the oven, I washed my hands and reached for the phone to call Sara’s mother, Hannah, about having Sara for a sleepover with my girls. Of course, my conversation with Hannah would not include our plans for the evening. Sara was of the opinion her mother would “kill her” even if she knew she masturbated, after all, even though I strongly disagreed with the child’s conclusion, believing instead that her mother might be upset but only mildly so, if at all. Hannah knows I am a lesbian and has no problems with Sara’s coming over, even for sleepovers, so I view her as being open-minded.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Hannah?”

“Yes?”

“This is Cheryl, Emily’s mom.”

“Oh, hi! Is this about the sleepover?”

“I guess Sara already spoke to you about it.”

“Yes. She said you’d be calling me. I guess those two have it all planned out.”

She didn’t know the half of it, and I was relieved about that. “Yes, the masterminds of nine-year-old girls’ fun and games,” I said, smiling to myself at my double entendre, which I was sure Hannah would not get.

“Well, Cheryl, it’s fine with me, but…well…I…um–”

Uh-oh. Something was wrong, or at least there was something she was uncomfortable bringing up that would need some prodding. “What is it?”

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “you have two girls Sara’s age, and I was wondering if I could ask you a personal…well…a very personal…question?”

“Go ahead,” I said. “As long as I don’t have to answer it if I don’t want to.”

“That’s fair. Well, what I want to ask is…uh…”

“Just spit it out,” I said, chuckling a bit at her hesitance.

“Is nine too young to, well, be touching yourself?”

Aha. Sara had been caught, probably without her knowledge.

“I assume you mean masturbating?” I asked, more to give myself time to work this into my brain than anything else.

“Yes,” she answered.

“I suppose you caught Sara masturbating, am I right?”

“Yes. I’m sorry to ask you, but, well, you are,” she breathed a big sigh, “well, liberal in your sexuality and all and, well, I figured maybe you’d know about things like this since you have two girls about Sara’s age and, well,” another big sigh, “I know it must be an insult to you, but, um, the fact you’re a lesbian sort of tells me you know more about such things than I do.”

“Well–” I began, but she cut me off suddenly.

“I’m sorry. I apologize. This was stupid of me and I’m embarrassed about it. After all, I”m a woman too, and I suppose I should know these things. I’m sorry. Just forget I asked, okay?”

I felt bad she was so flustered over this, and knew I needed to address her question so it wouldn’t be hanging out there every time we saw each other in public, or she would start avoiding me.

“No, it’s fine you asked. I’m just surprised is all. I don’t mind discussing this with you, really I don’t. Please don’t feel embarrassed. Yes, it is rather awkward that you thought I would know more about it because I’m a lesbian, but on the other hand I can understand why you might think that.”

“I was just so shocked to see her doing that.”

“I understand, but can I ask you a very personal question as well?”

A pause. “Sure,” as if she weren’t quite sure after all.

“First, I must tell you this is not some kind of kinky lesbian come-on.”

“Okay,” she laughed, a nervous laugh, but still it was laughter to ease the tension.

“You masturbate, don’t you?” I asked the question as if there could be only one answer, yes. Ask a woman this question while allowing a no answer, as in ‘do you masturbate’ and you’re likely to get no for the answer, even though it probably isn’t the truth.

Another pause.

“Well, um, yes.” I could almost hear her blushing. I smiled, imagining her playing with herself. I am in love with Lisa, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize about other women. I’m sure Lisa does as well. I know we both fantasize about young girls. And besides, Hannah was a very attractive woman.

“How old were you when you started?”

She thought for a moment. “Twelve, maybe eleven. Certainly not as young as nine.”

“Well, I’m sure you had friends who started masturbating that young. There is no set timetable for discovering that certain touches feel good, and taken far enough, those touches will result in an orgasm.”

“Really?” she asked. She wanted this reassurance that her daughter wasn’t a freak of nature or something. She wanted to hear it was normal, which it was.

“Some girls start younger than that. Doctors have seen ultrasounds of both boys and girls in the womb masturbating and appearing to have orgasms.”

“You’re kidding?” she was amazed and getting a lesson on budding sexuality as well.

“Not at all. It’s on the Net. Just look it up if you want. Masturbation in very young children to orgasm is a medical fact.”

“I didn’t know that. You mean some girls will start masturbating to orgasm as very young children?”

“Even as babies, apparently. I’ve never witnessed a baby masturbating to an orgasm, but I have read about it and heard about it.”

“Wow. I never knew that. Thank you for answering me. I don’t feel so bad now.”

“May I ask you some more questions about this? I’m a bit curious about the circumstances in which you discovered this.”

“Okay. Well, I walked in on Sara when she was in the shower. She was using the shower head, but, well, not for its intended use. She didn’t notice me, so I just backed out of the bathroom because I didn’t know what to say.”

I laughed. “How do you know that wasn’t its intended use?”

She laughed at my response, a more comfortable laugh, and that made me relax some as well. “Okay, I know. I admit to using it for that as well,” she said. “And I suppose the people who came up with the idea of a detachable shower head with variable speeds of water jets weren’t exactly idiots.” She laughed some more, joining me.

“Oh, dear,” she said suddenly, stopping her laughter. “You don’t suppose she caught me in the shower the same way I caught her and that’s what started it, do you?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it if she did. Frankly, I think mothers should readily admit to their daughters that they masturbate. It takes away the worry and guilt of doing it.”

“Yeah, I suppose so, but that would be an embarrassing conversation, I’m sure, for both of us. I know I always thought my parents would kill me if they knew.”

Hmm…that sounded familiar. “It’s easier than you think. And wouldn’t you want to ease Sara’s mind? She might think the same thing you did, that you might kill her if you knew.” Of course, I was certain that’s what Sara thought, and I was doing my best to get her mom to end those thoughts and put Sara at ease about her sexual explorations.

“Yes, I suppose so. You said, ‘it’s easier than you think.’ You mean you’ve had this conversation with your daughters?”

“A while back.”

“Good for you,” Hannah said, and I was heartened.

“So, it’s okay if Sara spends the night Saturday?”

“Sure. You’ve been very nice to talk to me about this. You don’t sound embarrassed at all.”

“That’s because I’m not. I want masturbation to be accepted as perfectly normal and healthy to the point that nobody is ever embarrassed again to admit to doing it.”

“Can I ask you one more thing,” she said.

“Personal?”

“Very.”

“Sure.”

“How old were you when you began masturbating?”

“Four.”

“Wow! You remember that?”

“Well, I know it because my parents bought me a rocking horse for Christmas that year. It was while riding it I discovered those good feelings, so I suppose you could say I was masturbating that young. I didn’t figure out my fingers and other objects could do the trick as well until maybe a year later, but I was either four or five when I had my first orgasm. I’m not sure which because I was enjoying the feeling for a while before my first orgasm happened.”

“Do you remember your first one?”

“Don’t you?” I asked.

“Well, yes, but I was eleven or twelve. You were four or five.”

“Still, I remember it because it was unusual. It hadn’t happened before. I did know I liked it though. Let me take that back. I loved it.”

“Did you ask your mom about it?”

“Let’s just say I knew better than to approach her about anything like that, even at that young age.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, and I could tell she genuinely was.

“It’s okay. I’m over it now.”

She laughed. “Do you think Sara’s discovery of masturbation at a young age will make her a lesbian?”

She didn’t sound anxious or upset, which was good. She was obviously curious as to whether that had anything to do with my being a lesbian. Not being one herself, she was totally clueless about it, I suppose.

“No. And to me, if she’s just now discovered it, she’s an old maid already.”

Hannah laughed again, and I began to feel I’d made a new friend.

“Do you know if your girls masturbate?” she asked, apparently wanting to use this conversation to get all the details she could without having to start it up again later, which could be awkward, I guess.

“Yes, and they do. They know I am fine with it, as long as they don’t do it in public.”

“Have you ever wondered if they…well…do it together?”

“Well, they share a room, so I suppose they probably have.”

“Doesn’t that bother you? Don’t you think they might fool around with each other? That would be incest.”

“It’s just experimentation, really. Sibling incest is a lot more common than people think, mostly because they have these Puritan ideas about sex and refuse to think it’s going on, or if it is, it’s in someone else’s family. Parent-child incest happens a lot too, of course, even mother-child. I suppose that could end up much worse if not handled well.”

“What do you mean, ‘handled well’?”

“Usually, an adult is more interested in getting pleasure from a child, and will force the child into doing things he or she doesn’t want to do. It’s more like rape. In fact, it’s almost identical to rape because it’s the control that is what the typical pedophile is after and the sex itself becomes secondary to that feeling of control. I suppose if handled well, without any attempts to coerce or force the child, and if the child is interested in a sexual relationship of some kind with the parent or other adult, it can be a nice growth experience for the child. A chance to learn about sex first-hand from someone interested in teaching the child, rather than being forced against his or her will to satisfy the adult.”

“I see,” she said. I could tell I’d given her something to think about. I found it more interesting that she was not upset by my words, but thoughtful. “How do you know all this stuff?”

“I’m a teacher with a double major in education and psychology. I took a number of courses in child psychology and have taken quite a few Master’s level classes as well. I hope to one day have my M.S. in child psychology, specializing in childhood sexuality.”

“Wow. Then I did come to the right place with my questions,” she laughed some more, continuing to ease the tension. Then she continued with her questions.

“Do you think Sara might be doing something with your daughters? To be honest, I’ve thought about the possibility since catching Sara in the shower.”

“She could be. I don’t know,” I lied, knowing I couldn’t tell her the truth even if I wanted to. “If she is, so what? As I said, it’s just experimentation, and it would break their hearts to tell them they couldn’t see each other anymore, and that would be the only way to stop them if they are fooling around together, and even then, they would just find someone else. Of course, we could also make sure they are never alone together for a minute, but that would be about the same as not allowing them to see each other since they would feel like lab rats or something, always under the watchful eye of an adult. No fun for them, and certainly not for the adult who must be on constant supervision duty.”

“I suppose you’re right. Do you check on them when they stay at your place?”

“Not much, really.” I didn’t want her to get too many ideas. Rather, I wanted her to make sure they were given some privacy. “It won’t hurt anything if they are fooling around, so why embarrass them like that?”

“I guess you’re right,” she said. “I hadn’t thought of it that way. Did you have a brother or sister?”

“No. You?”

“A brother. Two years older.”

“Did you two ever fool around any?”

Silence. Then, “A little. He showed me about masturbation. We’d watch each other.”

“And are you an awful adult because of that interaction with him?” I asked, certain of the answer.

“No. I might actually be happier. I would have probably discovered orgasms on my own eventually if he hadn’t taught me about them, but I might also have missed out on years of them in the meantime.”

“See?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you so much for your time and answering these stupid questions of mine. You’ve made me feel so much better. If I have more one day, may I call you up?”

“Please do,” I answered.

We finalized the times for when Sara would come over Saturday before ending the call. Lisa walked in the door just as we hung up.

“Wow,” I said. “That was some conversation.”

“Who was it?”

“Sara’s mother, Hannah.” I told Lisa about the conversation.

“Well, I guess it’s good Sara’s not dead,” she joked.

“It’s funny,” I said. “I got the feeling she was…enjoying our conversation.”

“Maybe she was. She wouldn’t be the first, would she?” said Lisa, and I called the girls to set the table. The pizza was almost done.

—————–

As Hannah hung up from talking to Cheryl, Emily and Nikki’s mother, she had to sit down and catch her breath. There was so much she hadn’t told Cheryl, and the talk about sex between a parent and child had nearly made her hang up in Cheryl’s ear. It wasn’t because she was disgusted with the topic. It was more because she felt Cheryl was reading her mind or something.

That was one thing she’d been unable to tell her, that she had done a bit more than catch Sara masturbating in the shower. She had made it sound as if she had backed out, closed the door tightly, and left. That hadn’t been the case. The truth was something she could barely admit to herself, much less to a woman who was barely more than an acquaintance.

After closing the door, she had opened it again, but only a small crack, just enough to watch her daughter as she masturbated. Sara’s face had been turned away from the door, of course, so mostly all Hannah could see was that the shower head was obviously spraying her vaginal area while her other hand was busy manipulating that area as well. Sara’s butt cheeks had clenched, relaxed, clinched, in time with what were obviously spasms of sexual joy that were coursing through her petite body.

At first, Hannah had told herself she was just curious about what Sara was doing, but when she noticed the increasing moisture in her own pussy, she was shocked to realize this was turning her on, and more than just a little. She stared, ready to ease the door closed if Sara turned toward the door, but she felt there was little chance of that. She was too caught up with the approaching orgasm.

Hannah watched as Sara’s little nine-year-old body began to spasm, and Sara’s breathing started bursting into gasps of delight as her body wound its way through the orgasm. As soon as Sara was finished, Hannah eased the door closed and went to her own bathroom, which was attached to the bedroom she shared with her husband, Mike. Mike was still at work, and to be honest, he could have been standing in the bedroom, naked and erect, and she would have still made a beeline for the bathroom. This desire somehow was immune to sex with her husband or any man. This had to be done solo since it could never be done with the one she truly wanted.

And as she pulled down her shorts and panties, which were completely soaked with her juices, she admitted the unthinkable. She was feeling real lust for her daughter Sara. It took less than a minute to reach an incredible orgasm. She was so wet she wondered if anyone coming into her room would be able to hear the wet sounds of her fingers slicing through her labia, rubbing her clit frantically to ease the desire she felt for her little girl.

She thought those visions would disperse when she’d come, but they didn’t. She’d had an erotic dream that night, even after coming in the bathroom immediately after seeing Sara masturbating as well as fucking her husband to another orgasm as if to prove the incident with Sara meant nothing. Sara had been the star of her erotic dream, of course. The dream was as vivid as reality. Sara was once again showering, using the shower head on her tiny clit. This time, though, she’d turned and smiled at the cracked-open door, which for some reason she’d been unable to close. “Come in Mommy. You want to lick me?” her baby had said, and suddenly Hannah was naked in the dream and licking her small daughter. She had played with her pussy in the dream shower while licking her daughter, but Sara had said, “Don’t come, Mommy. I wanna do that for you.”

Hannah had awoken from the dream at that moment, her pussy still throbbing from the orgasm she’d had in her sleep. She was lying on her back, and she could feel the fluids seeping out of her vagina and down across her butt hole. She had felt slippery all over, as if her pussy had soaked her entire body with its creamy lava.

She also hadn’t mentioned to Cheryl that her brother had done more than just teach her about masturbation. He had taken her virginity, and she’d fallen in love with sex. She had never had sex with another girl or woman, though, and the sudden desire for her nine-year-old daughter had scared the shit out of her. It was growing scarier, though, because these thoughts were nearly constant. She had begun to fantasize about catching Sara and Emily in bed together. Her fantasy had grown to include Nikki as well, and in her fantasy, she’d done everything to them and with them.

Now, she’d discussed her daughter’s budding sexuality with another woman. It was true that she had wondered about Sara’s age and the discovery she’d made about herself. She had not expected Cheryl to discuss sex between an adult and child, however. And the odd thing was that she’d seemed in favor of it, if handled properly.

Hannah began to think about what Cheryl had said about what “properly” meant, and she also began to wonder if she would be able to do that. It couldn’t be for her own satisfaction, however, even though she would certainly get a great deal of satisfaction from what they would do — if Sara was in favor of it.

She supposed the best way to begin would be to talk to Sara about masturbation and see if she could lead the conversation into what, if anything, she had done with Emily and possibly Nikki. She was nearly certain the two sisters had become involved in some way, if only to masturbate together. They were very close and, according to Sara, had shared a bedroom their entire lives. If they’d not discovered masturbation, she would not be thinking what she was thinking, but since they had, as she’d been told by their own mother, she was fairly certain they were sexually involved in some way.

————-

Saturday finally arrived, and Emily and Nikki were anxiously awaiting Sara’s arrival. I could see they were looking forward to tonight with a special sense of anticipation. Every few minutes one of them would complain about the slow passage of time.

Finally, the doorbell sounded, and you’d have thought Santa had arrived, along with the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.

“She’s here!” Emily shouted and ran to open the door, with Nikki right behind her.

“Girls, slow down. You’d think you hadn’t seen each other in years,” I said, getting to the door about the same time Emily was opening it.

Squeals erupted as Sara ran in, slinging her backpack to the floor before entering a group hug with Emily and Nikki. The girls were hopping up and down and chattering as Hannah entered. She was smiling, but she was rather pale.

“Bye, Mommy!” Sara chirped and the girls took their rampage into Emily and Nikki’s room.

“Are you okay? Do you want something to drink?” Lisa asked her, looking a bit worried about Hannah’s complexion.

“No, I’m fine…on second thought, yes. Could I have a diet soda?”

“Sure, have a seat,” I said, and went to get her the drink, which I poured over a tall glass of ice.

When I returned, Hannah was sitting on the sofa beside Lisa, and they were chatting quietly. I handed her the glass and sat in a chair that faced where they were sitting. The girls were still in my daughters’ room of course, where the door was now closed tightly against any adult intruders. I wasn’t sure what they might do with Hannah still here, but they might have thought Hannah had left already when they’d left the living room to go “play.” Still, I would make sure Hannah didn’t go into the room while the door was closed. Based on our recent phone conversation, I felt I could do that, even if Hannah suspected what I thought was almost certainly going on in there since I was mostly convinced the girls thought Lisa and I were the only adults left in the house. And they certainly would have felt safe if that were true.

“Are you okay?” I repeated Lisa’s question from earlier. She was still rather pale.

“I’m fine. I guess. I’m really not sure.”

“What happened?”

“It’s not exactly what happened that has me feeling light-headed. It’s that I–”

“What?” asked Lisa. She was looking very concerned.

“I have something to discuss with both of you that I feel could be upsetting.”

Lisa started to speak, and I signaled to her to wait for a moment and allow Hannah to speak when she was ready.

Hannah looked at me then at Lisa. “I know.”

“Know what?” asked Lisa, who was starting to grow pale herself, as I supposed I was. I could feel the blood starting to drain from my face as the worst possibility swept everything else from my mind.

“About the girls.”

“What about them?” I asked, hoping it was only the girls she knew about and not the girls AND Lisa and me.

“I know they are having sex with each other.”

“I explained about that,” I began.

“And I know you are also both having sex with Emily and Nikki.”

“Wha– Who? I mean…who told you this?” Lisa stammered, looking as though she might faint any second.

“Sara. And she told me what tonight is supposed to be.”

I stared blankly at Hannah, choosing to force the issue rather than avoid it. Perhaps I could explain with the same logic — good logic — I had used the other night when setting up this sleepover.

“And what is tonight supposed to be?” I asked, wondering why she’d brought Sara over with her backpack of clothes if she knew the truth, that tonight was a planned orgy among the five of us, a first time for the three of us — Sara, Lisa, and me — to make love together.

“An orgy. An orgy involving my daughter and your two girls…and the two of you.” She was breathing heavily. I wondered if it was the nervousness of confronting us about this, anger that we would involve her daughter in an orgy, or something else.

“That’s not true,” said Lisa, trying to deny it, but the truth was in her face.

“It’s okay, Lisa,” I said, looking directly at Hannah.

There was something in her eyes. Something odd, out of place. A look that I felt was incongruous with what was happening. Or at least what I thought was happening. Her eyes looked like Lisa’s before she came. I relaxed with the knowledge I now had. Hannah’s eyes were glassy, almost half-lidded. She was horny. I didn’t know if she would admit it, but I could see it in her eyes, even her mannerisms. She was squirming on the couch, her beautiful thighs rubbing together. Her breathing was the ragged breathing of lust and desire.

And I could tell she knew I knew.

“What did Sara say?” I asked, first because I wanted to know, and second because I knew it would increase Hannah’s desire to tell it — relive the telling — once more.

“I took your advice and told her I caught her masturbating in the shower and it was okay because I did it too. She was scared at first, even crying, when I told her she’d been caught. When I told her I masturbate too, her expression changed. She was so… curious… about what I did. I told her I would share with her what I did when I masturbated if she shared some things with me. She agreed.

“I asked her if she knew Emily and Nikki masturbated, and she said she did. Then I asked her if she and your daughters had ever done anything sexual together, and she admitted it. I asked her what, and she told me. I suppose it’s no surprise to you that they’ve done everything, including oral sex and even playing with each other’s butt holes.

“Then I asked if you knew about it,” Hannah continued. “She was reluctant at first, which I understood. She knew if she said you did that you might get into trouble. You’ll be glad to know it took me quite a while to get her to tell me about it, but finally she agreed to tell me.”

“What did you do to get her to do that?” I asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

“I told her she could watch me masturbate if she told me.”

“Did you let her?”

“Of course.” Hannah looked at the floor. “It was what I wanted from the start of our conversation.”

I glanced at Lisa. It was apparent that she was getting the meaning of this as well. We weren’t going to jail at all. This was about being included. Included in the orgy.

“Go on,” I urged.

Hannah resumed her monologue to and for us. “She said you both knew about what they did and that you not only were okay with it, but you also were going to join in, and that you already had made love with Emily and Nikki.”

“I see,” I said.

“You had done that before the phone call,” Hannah said. “That’s why you brought up sex between parents and children and how it could be good. It’s good for you and your girls, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Hannah began to cry softly. “I want that, too. God help me, I want it so bad. I let Hannah watch me masturbate. Then she let me watch her, but that’s all. I don’t know how to go any further without seeming like some perv who’s after her. I don’t want this to be traumatizing for her. I want it to be beautiful. As beautiful as it is with both of you and Emily and Nikki.”

“Have you ever had sex with another girl?” Lisa asked, but I already knew the answer to that based on our conversation the other night.’

Hannah shook her head. “But I want to. I want to so much my insides are screaming for it. Would the two of you accept me into this… thing you have going?”

I looked at Lisa, who was smiling for the first time since Hannah had entered the room as pale as the moon on a cloudy night.

“Of course we will,” I said, and took her hand to help her rise from the couch.

“I told Sara they could play when we got here if they wanted to,” she said. “I don’t want her feeling guilty about sex, so I told her they could.”

“Do you want to make love with my girls too?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, please. They are darlings!” She smiled for the first time, and her color was rising in her cheeks. She was getting flushed, and I knew part of that was because she was more relaxed after our talk, but the other reason for being flushed was that she was extremely horny.

“Let’s take off our clothes. I’m sure the girls are undressed already as well,” I said, starting to lift the blouse Hannah was wearing. I couldn’t wait to see her naked, and a look at Lisa confirmed she felt the same way.

“Did you tell Sara she could tell Emily and Nikki about your conversation?”

“No, in fact I swore her to secrecy, telling her I could get into trouble if she did because then someone might find out that we’d masturbated in front of each other.”

“Well, then, they are all about to get quite a surprise,” I said, and Lisa and I finished undressing Hannah who then watched each of us get naked.

Hannah’s nipples were small pale roses that capped C-cup breasts that were on the small side, as if she had only recently been able to fill a C-cup enough to wear a bra that size. Her slender frame narrowed to a small waist before flaring symmetrically to house her bare pussy and well-shaped butt. Cupping her shapely cheeks, I pulled her to me and kissed her before offering her to Lisa to do the same. We would be a threesome of adult women who loved to have sex with their young daughters.

Opening the door to my daughters’ bedroom, I said, “SURPRISE!” and the three girls on Emily’s bed jumped up at being startled. They had been in a daisy chain, each with their mouths on another’s pussy. They were now lying naked on the bed, their faces smeared with pussy fluids.

“Mom, you scared us!” said Nikki before looking at us.

“Mom!” Sara shouted. She was grinning at her naked mother. “You’re gonna join us?!”

Hannah nodded, and the three girls, two of them slack-jawed with surprise, jumped down and ran to hug the three most important women in their lives.

“Honey, are you sure you want this?” asked Hannah, making sure it was fine with Sara if she joined the orgy.

“Of course!” Sara said, her grin trying its best to reach her ears.

“Do you…do you want to make love with me?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to do that since forever!” Sara answered and kissed Hannah. The mother-daughter kiss quickly turned to one of passion, and soon we were watching them as they lay on Emily’s bed, their hands exploring.

Soon, Sara was making love to her mother’s breasts. Hannah looked at her audience and blushed but did not stop her little girl from what she was doing, and doing well from the looks of it.

Before long, the mother and daughter were in a passionate sixty-nine, Hannah having to hunch her back a bit to reach Sara’s pussy. Within a few minutes, they were coming. Their moans, grunts, and screams echoed off the walls of the small bedroom.

Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms, satisfied in a way the rest of the world would never understand.

“Thank you,” Hannah said to me. “You’ve changed my…our lives.” She looked at her gorgeous daughter. “Do you think this change is for the better?” she asked Sara.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” was the answer.

“You are both very welcome. And now, if you’ve recovered enough, let’s get this orgy started. I say we start off with group kisses, hugs, and touches, followed by grouping ourselves with one another, with Lisa and me having fun with Sara for the first time, and Hannah having another first time, this time with Emily and Nikki. Is that okay with you two?” I asked, looking at my daughters to make sure they were okay with making love with Hannah.

“Of course!” shouted Emily as Nikki hopped up and down in her excitement, a mile-wide grin stretching across her face.

“Then it’s settled,” said Lisa. “Let’s move this to our room, where we can have enough space.”

As everyone settled onto the bed, I was watching them and marveling at how much love can truly exist between a mother and her daughters. We had made this lifestyle work for only a week or so, but I could tell it would do nothing but get better as time moved on. They would always know I love them beyond measure, and I would know the same love came from them. They loved Lisa like that too, and I knew she adored them.

And now, Hannah and Sara would share that same bond, a special bond that can only exist when both mother and daughter accepted this new love and allowed it to blossom and grow.

“Our lives seem immeasurably wonderful,” I told myself silently as I climbed upon the bed to make love to all of them. And they would make love to me.

And Emily Makes Ten (finis)

By Cheryl Taggert

When Monica, Jessica, and Heather arrived, we were all in the living room drinking sodas and wine. And of course we were naked. Jessica looked uncomfortable, since she wasn’t aware that little seven-year-old Heather had already been introduced to girl-girl love by her older cousins, Savannah and Becca. Jessica had been having sex with her sister, Monica, since she was five and Monica was seventeen, but she had been reluctant to bring little Heather into such a relationship. I got up to answer the door when the bell rang.

“Hello. You must be Monica,” I said, extending my hand to the woman who was obviously the oldest.

“Yes, and you are Cheryl?” she asked.

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind that we aren’t dressed.”

She smiled. “Of course not. It makes it easier to get undressed myself. Gives me a good excuse.”

I looked carefully at Monica. She was a beautiful woman, rather petite, but with an ample bosom, perhaps a 34C. She immediately began to undress. “Hey, girls,” she said, noticing her daughters.

“Come in,” I said to Jessica, who was absolutely gorgeous and still standing outside, staring at my naked body. She stepped in with Heather holding her hand shyly. Heather was a living doll. Her hair was blond and her eyes a sparkling blue. “You must be Heather,” I said, and she smiled at me with a slight giggle.

“You’re naked,” she said, grinning.

“Yes, I am. In fact, we’re all naked here. Even your cousins Savannah and Becca.”

“Savannah and Becca are here?” she asked and moved past me to enter the room from the foyer. “Hey!” she squealed, running to them.

“I’m Cheryl,” I said, extending my hand to Jessica. “I know you’re nervous and not sure about getting Heather involved in this, but take my word for it. Heather is no virgin to girl-girl loving.”

Jessica looked at me, shocked at my words. “What do you mean?”

“It seems that Savannah and Becca have already initiated her.”

“They’ve already done things with my Heather?” she asked. She looked close to tears.

“Yes, but don’t be angry. Seeing her I can understand why they couldn’t keep their hands off her. She’s adorable.”

“I guess you’ve been told that I’m not sure about this,” she said. “Monica’s been trying to get me to have sex with her for a long time now. In all honestly, though, I had so much fun doing these things with Monica when I was younger than Heather, even, that lately I’ve been leaning towards giving in to the urges I’ve had for years now.”

“I can understand your reluctance. I didn’t start having sex with my daughter, Dani, until last night. I can’t tell you how I wish I’d started sooner, back when I first had the desire to do something, and Dani wishes the same thing. We’ll have more fun than you can imagine. Have you ever had an all-girl orgy before?”

“Only some threesomes. How many are here?”

“Including you? Nine.”

I began to lift the hem of her t-shirt and she automatically raised her hands. She was wearing a powder blue bra with a front snap. I happily did the honors and watched as her gorgeous, raspberry-tipped breasts spilled into my view. I bent down and kissed her passionately while undoing the belt and snap on her slacks to lower them into a puddle on the floor. I could feel her stepping out of them and her flats at the same time. I took her into my arms and the kiss grew in passion and fervor. She was very hot already. I wasn’t sure if it was from the idea of finally going all the way with Heather or seeing me naked, but she was ready for sex. I slipped her panties down her legs and she shimmied out of them, where they came to rest on her pants. We just left them there and stepped from the foyer into the room. She gasped at the sight that awaited us there.

Dani and Becca were already with Heather, who was losing her little panties as we entered. I smiled with the sudden knowledge that my daughter was apparently hot for this little seven-year-old. Dani’s back was to me, and she was bent over a bit to finish removing Heather’s clothes. I could see the glistening wetness that was growing in her delicious pussy. The thought of making love to this nubile child was making her hot. The two young girls lifted Heather and placed her on the sofa, and Dani immediately began to kiss her on the lips, dancing her tongue inside her mouth. Heather giggled and Dani moved her hand to the bald, puffy pussy, rubbing the small slit expertly. Becca leaned down and her lips joined Dani’s hand, beginning to lick Heather’s pussy through Dani’s fingers.

Everyone in the room had been watching this scene. The anticipation that had been building replaced the idea of foreplay. Now Savannah moved into position to lick her younger sister’s pussy.

“I’ll take this one,” Monica joked as she moved to the chair where Mollie was sitting and rubbing her pussy with some preliminary strokes. She got on her knees in front of Mollie, her mouth taking the place of Mollie’s fingers, which moved up to massage her small, budding breasts as Monica’s lips and tongue began doing their magic.

I looked at Jessica, and she looked as if she were about to drool. Jenny stepped up to join us and took Jessica in her arms to kiss her while pinching her nipples, which stiffened in response to the touch. They moved to the floor and I went with them. I did not join them just yet, though. I moved to Dani and began my own feast of my daughter’s sweet pussy.

She looked back at me to see who was licking her. “Mom, is it okay that I want to lick and play with the pussy of such a young girl?”

“As long as she doesn’t mind what you do to her,” I answered before continuing my assault on her pussy. “I know I plan to taste her myself.”

The sounds and smells of female sex filled the room. Whimpers echoed off the walls, mixing with the guttural groans of women and young girls cumming. Dani moved to where she could lick Heather with Becca. Their tongues seemed to be fighting for the right to lick the seven-year-old’s tender pussy. They were enjoying not only the sweetness of Heather’s mound, but they also seemed to be enjoying the feel of their tongues moving together.

Suddenly I felt a mouth moving onto my pussy, and I glanced around to see that Mollie was sticking her face into my sex, licking me from my clit to my anus and driving me wild. Monica was behind her, licking Mollie’s bald pussy and apparently enjoying every second of it.

“I have to have her,” came from somewhere in the room. I turned to look and saw Jessica moving to the couch, where her little daughter was sprawled, allowing Dani and Becca to lick her tiny clit. She was humping back against their tongues, obviously enjoying the sexual attention.

“Honey,” Jessica said to her young daughter. “Mommy wants to do sex things with you too. Is that okay with you?” The seven-year-old’s eyes were glazed over with lust as she looked at her mother.

“Yes, Mommy! I want you to. Can I do stuff to you too? Savannah and Becca let me.”

Jessica smiled. “Of course, Sweetheart! We can do whatever you want!”

With that, Jessica moved between Dani and Becca and began to lick her baby’s pussy. Dani and Becca pulled back to watch the young mother get her first licks of her daughter. The bald, puffy labia disappeared as Jessica devoured the sweet, young pussy. Monica moved away from Mollie, who had cum but was still eating me, and joined her sister by leaning down and starting to suck Jessica’s slit. Jessica went wild and began to push her pussy into her older sister’s cream-covered face, meeting each lick with her bucking ass.

Jenny, meanwhile, had paired up with Savannah and they moved into a beautiful sixty-nine, each licking and kissing the other’s labia and drinking up the love cream of the other. It wasn’t long before they began to cum very loudly.

Now Dani and Becca were imitating Jenny and Savannah. I figured two sixty-nines deserved another, so I moved into position with Mollie so we could bring each other to orgasm. Mollie had cum once, but I had yet to get to that particular heaven.

It didn’t take long. I was vaguely aware of the sounds of moans and groans again until Mollie clamped her legs together in a powerful orgasm, blocking out most of the sounds from my muffled ears. The vibrations from her near screams brought me to one of those orgasms that would crest and recede in excruciatingly wonderful waves of pleasure. I called this riding the big “O” roller coaster. It didn’t happen that often, but when it did, I rode it to its end. When Mollie had finished her cum, I pulled back for a moment and said, “Don’t stop, Please don’t stop!” She didn’t and I lost all track of time.

When I once again became aware of my surroundings, my pussy was throbbing with the aftermath of one of the most amazing orgasms of my life. I looked at the couch and saw that Monica had maneuvered Heather so that she was now licking her mother’s pussy. She obviously enjoyed the taste of her mother’s juices because she had her lips glued to the birth canal she’d entered the world through. Becca and Savannah had moved to Monica and were emulating little Heather, their tongues dueling at their mother’s pussy much the same as Becca’s and Dani’s had seemed to fight over the right to lick Heather. Jenny was now lying with Dani, and Mollie was sprawled at my side, hugging me like a small child as we watched the others engaging in various forms of lesbian sex.

“You know what this party needs?” asked Jenny, the chorus of orgasms from Jessica a strange background music to her words.

“What?” I asked.

“Emily,” she answered, and moved to retrieve her phone and go into a bedroom away from the noise in the living room. I followed her.

After Jenny spoke to Emily and her mother, it was decided that Emily could come help Jenny and me with some chores. If these are chores, may I be worked to death, I thought to myself. I could hear Emily’s squeal of delight as Jenny asked her if she would like to come lick a seven-year-old’s pussy. Of course, Emily’s mother had no clue what was being said, but apparently Emily was already excited by the prospect of making love to a little girl like Heather.

When we returned to the living room, everyone had finished this phase of our orgy and was lying back to catch her breath. I decided we all needed something to drink since we’d all sweated so much.

Jenny, Dani, and Mollie downed their drinks quickly before getting dressed to go pick up Emily while the rest of us relaxed. After they left, I told everyone the story of how Jenny, Mollie, Emily, Dani, and I had gotten together just the night before. I marveled that it had been less than twenty-four hours ago that this heavenly life had begun, yet I chastised myself for allowing so many years to pass without initiating my daughter to mother-daughter sex, especially since Dani had wanted it too.

“That’s why I’m so happy you and Heather have begun your sexual relationship. I would give anything to turn the clock back and start when she was little,” I said to Jessica, who had the newest object of her affection in her lap.

“Yes, I see your point,” she answered. “Are you happy Mommy is making love with you, Sweetheart?” she asked her daughter.

Heather just nodded since she was taking a drink when her mother asked the question; then bringing the glass down she said, “I love it when you lick my twinkie,” she said, and I laughed at the euphemism she used.

“You can call it your pussy, puss, or twat from now on, but ONLY when you are with one of us and nobody else,” her mother said. Then Jessica turned her attention to Becca and Savannah. “So how long have you two been having sex with Heather?”

“Savannah was first. She’s been doing it with her for about a year,” said Becca. “I’ve only been at it for around five months.”

“And I love it!” piped up Heather, and we all laughed.

“How did this start?” Jessica asked Savannah. She wasn’t angry, just curious.

“Well,” said Savannah. “You and Mom were going out together one night and Becca was staying at a friend’s house, I believe, and you wanted me to watch Heather. I had always thought about her like that. I mean, I’d been doing Becca since she was four, so I figured tonight would be the night to start some fun with Heather. She was six, old enough to enjoy it as well as know not to tell you about what we did, so when you and Mom left, I asked her if she wanted to play house since I figured that was the most likely game that could lead to sex play. I had played house with friends many times as a child and it almost always led to some sort of sexual activities.”

“SAVANNAH!” said Monica, in mock surprise. “You naughty girl, you!”

“Don’t act so surprised,” said Jessica, laughing. “That’s how you started with me, I believe.”

We chuckled at that and I prodded Savannah to continue her story.

“Anyway, we started playing and it came time for the mommy and daddy (I was the daddy) to go to bed. I asked Heather if she knew what mommies and daddies did sometimes when they went to bed. She looked at me funny and said, ‘Sleep?’ and I said, ‘Well, that yes, but there are other things they do as well. Fun things that make you feel really good.’

“Well, I could see that piqued her interest so she asked what they did. I told her we would have to get naked for me to show her but that it was important that I undress her and she undress me. Her eyes twinkled, and I could see she now understood this would be a naughty game as she grinned. She must have figured out that touching her little pussy felt nice and could see where this might lead. When she nodded, I told her we should go to her mom’s room. I was thinking that if any of my pussy scent got on the sheets, I would rather it be in Aunt Jessica’s bed than in Heather’s.

“So we got in Aunt Jessica’s bed and I told her we should kiss first. I told her about tongue kisses and she wrinkled her nose but I told her it was a lot better than it sounded. So we did that for a while. I was starting to get really turned on, and I could tell Heather was beginning to react to the kisses as well. Her little face was flushed and her breathing had changed. I began to lift her shirt and she let me take it off. She reached for my shirt and I let her do the same to me, though I had to help her a bit. I had been without a bra that evening, so my boobs were sticking out there for her to admire, and admire she did. I told her how to suck on them and she took to it immediately. I guess that breast feeding when she was young made it a natural thing for her.

“While she was sucking my boob, I reached down and tugged her shorts down to where she could kick them off. I guess she supposed then she had to remove my sweats, so I helped her with that. I told her to keep sucking my nipples when we were down to our panties and I lay back and began to softly masturbate myself, first through my panties and then reaching inside, while enjoying the feel of her mouth on my nipples. It wasn’t anything intended to bring me to orgasm, just soft petting of my pussy. Heather was evidently watching because she said, ‘You do that too?’

“I looked at her and asked her if she liked touching her twinkie. She grinned and said she did and really liked it when her mommy was giving her a bath because she would use her bare hand and spend extra time making sure she was clean down there.”

I looked at Jessica, who blushed and said, “Okay, so I couldn’t help it. Does anyone blame me?”

Of course we didn’t and Savannah continued her story.

“I decided it was time to move things along, so I got up on my hands and knees and moved down below Heather’s feet. I removed her panties as she raised her hips to help me get them off. It wasn’t the first time I had seen Heather’s little pussy before, but it was the first time I had seen it when I knew she was horny and would allow me to touch and eventually kiss and lick her little pussy.

“She then told me it was her turn. I didn’t know what she meant at first until she moved down to the foot of the bed and pushed me onto my back. I lifted my hips and she pulled my panties down and off. It wasn’t the first time she had seen my pussy before, but it was definitely the first time she had seen me lying back with my legs spread and my juices flowing. And perhaps she had realized, in some intuitive way, that this was different from any other time she had seen my pussy, or anyone else’s for that matter.

“So I told her to lie down again and I would make her feel really good down there. She was so anxious to get started that she was lying down in a flash and I began to play with her pussy for the first time. I looked and she was grinning, obviously enjoying what I was doing to her. After a while I asked her if she wanted me to show her something very special that I could do to her to make it feel even better. Her face was flushed, her grin had been replaced by a look of definite horniness, and she was sweating when she just nodded at me to do whatever I wanted as long as that feeling didn’t go away.

“I bent over and began to kiss and lick her pussy, thinking of my first time with Becca as I did. I actually had a small orgasm as my lips and tongue met her bald little pussy for the first time. I was determined to give her her first orgasm. I knew if I could do that she would be willing to do anything to be able to do this again. I kept licking her for a long time, perhaps twenty minutes, when she began to squirm, and her breathing became more like panting after a long run. She said it was starting to feel really strange and I told her that this was what she’d been waiting for. I told her to just let go and let it happen, and I promised she would be alright and it would feel so good she would want to do it again and again for the rest of her life. She lay back and I continued tonguing her pussy, concentrating on her tiny clit. Then it happened. She began to buck her hips involuntarily as her orgasm swept through her. I knew it was a big one for a child her age, but then again she was a member of our family, and it’s my thought that all the women in this family are sex maniacs–happy sex maniacs, but sex maniacs all the same.”

I looked around the room, and found that it was possible that Savannah was correct. Monica and Jessica were happily fondling the pussies of their daughters. Becca had moved over to sit on her mother’s lap, and Monica’s fingers were busy masturbating her thirteen-year-old daughter. Jessica’s hands, likewise were rubbing little Heather’s pussy. Jessica would occasionally put her hand to her mouth, lick her fingers–whether to lick up the taste of Heather’s pussy, lubricate her fingers, or both I didn’t know, but I suspected it was both.

I looked back at Savannah, our nineteen-year-old storyteller and seducer of young children, and her hands were likewise busy in her own honeypot.

My hands moved down to my sopping pussy and I asked with an unsteady breath, “So how did you get off that night?”

“I asked Heather if she would help me have an orgasm, explaining that it was the thing that had just happened to her. She nodded and I lay back, allowing her full access to my pussy as I spread my legs as far as they would go, which is a lot. My pussy lips were spread wide and my juices were flowing and filling my pussy up in anticipation. Without hesitation, she began to play with me. I showed her where my clit was and instructed her how to masturbate me. After about two minutes of this, I was nearly cumming. Then it happened. She leaned over and placed her lips on my clit and licked and sucked it gently. That was it. I came harder than I could remember. I’ll never forget the look of seeing her down between my legs, tasting her first pussy.”

I got up from my seat and moved over to Savannah. She pulled her hands away from her pussy and allowed me to devour her lovely well of nectar. I glanced over at the two mother-daughter pairs and could see they had gotten onto the floor and were in heated sixty-nines.

At that moment the door opened, and Jenny, Dani, Mollie, and Emily entered the apartment. They instantly saw the six of us sprawled out on the floor in the living room and I could hear the sounds of horny girls undressing.

“Dani couldn’t keep her hands off Emily’s pussy on the way here,” said Jenny, smiling down at the scene.

“Hey, we’re horny!” said Dani, and I could see her naked form moving to where she could get a better look at the erotic scene taking place in our living room.

Glancing up, I saw a naked Emily join Jessica and Heather on the floor. I smiled inwardly at the strange situation when Emily introduced herself. Here they all were, naked and about to engage in hot sex and they hadn’t even been introduced yet. I could also tell from Emily’s expression she couldn’t wait to dive into Heather’s seven-year-old pussy.

Soon, we were all either in pairs or threesomes. I listened to the sounds of intense sexual desire and satisfaction as I feasted on Savannah’s twat while marveling that I could produce so much fluid from her.

Glancing over, I saw Emily between Heather’s legs, licking her little pussy while Jessica licked Emily and fingered herself. That was enough for me. I went over the edge of that delightful cliff and soared through the orgasm that rocked my entire body. Savannah followed me almost immediately, as though my own orgasm had sparked hers, which it probably had.

Gasping for breath, we lay back and watched as everyone around the room came. Emily was riding a wave of orgasms as Jessica licked her. Becca, who had come already, was feasting on her mother and bringing her off. Dani and Jenny were locked in a sixty-nine and Dani was coming for perhaps the twentieth time since last night. Monica had come and was lying back, surveying the scene as well. Mollie, I noticed, was squatting over Heather’s face, and the little one was licking her new friend to a wild orgasm.

Yes, I thought, this is heaven.

We would get together many times after this. A monthly orgy was the minimum, and as time passed, our group that had blossomed to ten in only a day grew. The girls had friends who were into such lovely playtime and eventually, many of them joined us. Two of the girls who joined us brought along a sister, another brought her aunt, and still another her mom. By the time a year passed, we were a network of lesbian pedophiles and their very willing partners, totaling twenty-two women, teenagers, and children. Rarely did a week go by without some girl or other coming over to have fun. Mollie and Emily were frequent sleepover friends and Savannah was a constant guest, along with her mother and sister. And as I said, we scheduled a full-blown orgy at least once a month at various homes. Years later, Dani and Becca moved in together as lovers, and they adopted a little girl, whom they initiated into their lovemaking. It was heaven, and we were all pleased to take part in the festivities.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading this brief series. It was an old story I had written and originally titled differently at Nifty that I found and brought over here for publication. I am glad you have enjoyed it either for the first time or a second, third, or whatever time. I write for your enjoyment (well, okay, for mine and Lisa’s too), and it inspires me to know I have caused you pleasure — sometimes INTENSE pleasure. 🙂 I have decided to end this here because, while I could take this story further, I really don’t wish to. I am not as adept at keeping characters straight as Naughty Mommy is, and it was becoming unwieldy for me with 10, much less the 22 I refer to in my closing paragraph. I know that the epilogue ending is a bit of a cop-out, but there was never anywhere for this to really go beyond orgies. Not only that but I also have other projects I am wanting to work on and complete, such as the Aunt Lisa’s Summer with Jenny series, Little, The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club (I HATE that title, but I was a young lass of 19 when I wrote it, so forgive me), and the I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star series.

My next story posting will be the final chapter of “When the Past Meets the Present,” which I will be starting tonight. None of these series will have more than a few more chapters added, with the exception of my “Porn Star” series. That one may go on for a while when I get to adding to it, possibly not ending until next summer. I already have an ending in mind, but we’ll see where the story takes me. The ending I have in mind doesn’t occur until the fictional Cheryl in that story is a young adult. I will say that once I wrap up part one of that series, Cheryl’s youth, I will move into Cheryl’s adolescence, which will comprise part two, and Cheryl’s young adulthood, comprising part three. So you can see there is much more to come in that one. I will also be introducing some conflict into the rest of that series to make it more than just a series of erotic encounters, which are fun, but not spell-binding.

Finally, as most of you already know, I am a teacher (7th grade English/Language Arts — yummy!), and once I return to work, my postings will certainly take longer to develop. Please keep visiting our wonderful site and enjoying what we have here. And if you are an author as well, please read the Submission Guidelines under the Other Authors tab at the top of the home page and send us something! Yes, we are picky, but you definitely won’t be published here if you don’t submit anything.

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Cheryl

By Cheryl Taggert

Emily lay on me, her lithe body stretched out over mine, and kissed me with all the passion that had been building all day. She had come several times, of course, twice as I watched her, but she was obviously very turned on by what had happened that evening. I had no idea how often Nikki had come, though I knew it was at least once, but I guessed it was probably more than that. As we kissed, my mind wandered back nearly nine years to my first time masturbating Emily and, later, Nikki. I wondered again how much that early introduction to orgasms had fed their future libido. Glancing at Nikki, I could see she was quite involved with Lisa. Their tongues were matching the dance Emily’s and my tongues were happily performing as we kissed each other deeply and with an eroticism that was usually reserved strictly for adults.

My daughters, it occurred to me, were children in most ways, but they were adults when it came to sexual desires. I decided that if my early sexual contact with them had led to this, I would have no regrets. We were what we were, and I’d been lucky enough to find another woman who shared my desires. The fact that we had two beautiful and more-than-willing partners under age ten to satisfy those desires felt like winning the sexual lottery.

Emily looked at me with mischievous desire painting her expression. She was obviously thinking of the many things she would do to me now that we were in bed together in a passionate embrace. She moved down my body to my boobs, where my nipples were already stiffened from the desire I felt. She looked at me again, grinned perversely, and moved her mouth onto my nipple for the first time since she’d been a baby feeding at my breast. She began to suck, chew, and kiss my nipple while she began to subconsciously hump my knee with her little pussy. I could feel the moisture on my leg as she pressed herself against me there. My mouth instantly watered and my heartbeat quickened, knowing I would be tasting her juices for the first time in a matter of only a few minutes.

Emily continued making oral love to my breasts. She looked so lovely with her mouth attached to me there, sucking my nipple the way she did as a baby, but now for a totally different reason. She was hungry, yes, but not for milk. She was hungry now for the intense passion of that moment. She longed, as I did, for the waves of pleasure that such acts brought to our respective pussies. Putting it bluntly, she was hungry for an orgasm. I could feel myself getting wetter from the sensations she was giving me, and I knew her own pussy would be responding the same way.

I looked over at Nikki and Lisa, and Lisa was moving down Nikki’s naked body, her destination easy to read. Nikki’s vulva stood up from her belly in a gently curved mound, the slit between the labia looking as delicious as I knew it would be. Lisa was at Nikki’s navel, playing softly with it by pushing her tongue into the small indentation of flesh there the way her tongue would soon push its way softly into Nikki’s small, hairless pussy. Nikki was watching Lisa, taking in the movements and the sensations they brought her. She was making small humping movements with her hips, subconsciously urging her pussy toward the mouth that was about to devour it.

Just as Emily’s mouth began to move down my body, leaving my nipples for the moment to discover other treasures, Lisa’s mouth landed on Nikki’s bare pussy. I could see her tongue split the outer labia to dive into the joys beneath. The look on Lisa’s face was one of pure bliss, as if she were tasting the most delicious food in the entire universe–and I suppose she was. Nikki’s face changed as well. She threw her head back and squinched her eyes closed. I could see the pleasures Lisa’s tongue created on Nikki’s face. The word ecstasy came to my mind, unbidden, and I realized this was, indeed, what I was seeing. Pure ecstasy. Pleasure beyond measure.

Now it was my turn to feel what Nikki was feeling. Emily, whose road map had been obvious from the moment she broke our kiss, had arrived at my own shaved and waxed pussy. Looking into my center as if it were some crystal ball that would tell her how wonderful her life would be from now on because of this one moment, she paused, perhaps to savor the seconds before her first taste of my sexuality, her first sips of my juices of passion and love, the first contact of her tongue on my pussy. She was aware now that this would not be our last time together, but she also seemed to have the mature understanding that there was only one first time, and she appeared to want to relish it for just a moment before experiencing the joys she knew awaited her.

Then glancing at me with what I can only describe as pure sexual love, she moved her lips to my pussy, lay her mouth upon my inner labia, curled her tongue up to greet my clit, and began to moan with the absolute joy she experienced by finally being able to taste what she’d been wanting to taste so badly. Again, the word ecstasy leaped into my mind as I looked at her face when those first seconds of tasting my pussy had finally happened. Then the word ecstasy was replaced by another word: Love. Yes, only love can cause such great pleasure and passion.

How could this be wrong? I asked myself. She was not forced to do anything. Instead, she was doing what she wanted to do with every fiber of her being. She was not feeling “used” or “forced” or “coerced” in any way. My heart sang with the sudden knowledge that what I feared most–that she would hate me one day for allowing this to happen–would never happen. This moment of absolute and pure love was nothing more than that, yet it was everything at the same time. It was as simple as saying the word love and as complicated as feeling it throughout your entire body. I realized at that moment that this was right for us, just as I knew it would not be right for someone else. Our total love for each other–mother and daughter–had been working towards this passionate event from the moment the little girl, who was in one important way a woman prone between my legs, first placed her minutes-old lips upon my breast for the first time to feed and my reaction of sudden desire to that event had blind-sided me. This was meant to be; it was as easy as that. Suddenly, I was wondering why I had waited so long to bring our relationship to this point.

In the midst of all this thought, my mind was also focused on the intense pleasure Emily’s lips were bringing me. It was as if I were two people: the mother who was observing this exchange of sexual love and the lover who was the recipient of the pleasure.

Moans beside me diverted my attention again, and I was suddenly aware of a regret that I had not been the first to put my lips upon Nikki’s pussy, but I quickly pushed that thought away as jealousy born of my own reluctance to do so months or years ago. Nikki was definitely enjoying what Lisa was doing to her. I looked down and saw that Lisa had one finger tickling either my younger daughter’s little pussy or butt hole, I couldn’t tell which from that angle, while Lisa’s mouth licked from her tiny clit to where that finger lay against that most sensitive of places. Nikki looked as if she might float above the bed, she was so turned on by what was being done to her. Lisa’s tongue continued its journey of sensation.

Nikki began to buck her hips, and loud moans filled the room. Even Emily slowed her own seduction of my pussy to watch her baby sister come. As soon as Nikki had crested, however, she was back at my pussy, licking in earnest to bring me to an orgasm–the first orgasm she had ever given me that didn’t involve my fingers with only a fantasy of her.

Immediately, I felt the orgasm that had been hiding in me while my thoughts raced among related matters begin to build. I could tell it was going to be big, perhaps the biggest orgasm I had ever had, and my mind and body welcomed it. It came on me like a sudden, crashing wave speeding to the shore of some well-known ocean beach that still had a mysterious quality that surrounded it, as if the location was familiar, but the tides had changed the shore to alter the beach’s appearance somewhat. I waited for that wave to swallow me, knowing it would be an experience I had never had before that was, at the same time, similar to other experiences.

And then it happened. The wave seemed to grab me and toss me like a rag-doll, washing the orgasmic bliss over me, and surrounding me with it, the way the ocean would surround me if I were washed into the surf by a large wave. I could hear someone screaming, but the sound was muffled, and it wasn’t until the wave began to release me and I began to surface from the more intense spasms of the orgasm that I realized the screams were mine.

When the orgasm began to subside, and I was once again more aware of my surroundings, I looked at the woman and two young girls I loved with all my heart. The woman was smiling knowingly; the girls looked surprised, or maybe even slightly afraid.

I smiled in reassurance at my daughters and breathed out a sigh while I said, “I’m fine.” Emily and Nikki smiled back, realizing that I must have just had the most intense orgasm of my life. Nikki, especially, seemed to know what I felt.

I crooked my index finger of my right hand at Emily. She moved to me, and we lay together and kissed for a moment.

“I don’t think I can move right now,” I said, “but if you wish, you can straddle my head and lower your pussy to my lips, and I will lick you to an orgasm.”

Emily smiled, grinned actually, and immediately moved into position.

I gazed up at the bald pussy that was being offered to me. It was different from a waxed pussy in that it had never had any downy hair grow from its outer shell, the labia that protected a girl’s most precious gift from nature. I felt my mouth begin to water as she lowered herself onto my lips. I stuck out my tongue as my older daughter’s pussy descended and felt the small crease that opened to allow my tongue to bathe every millimeter of the wonderful, delicious flesh within those folds.

And bathe my daughter’s inner secrets is exactly what I did.

Emily immediately began to squirm as my tongue began its assault on her tenderest places. Her whimpers told me she was enjoying this, perhaps more than she could have ever envisioned she would.

Her pussy seemed to take on a life of its own. Her hips would sway this way and that, causing me to have to follow her to keep my mouth on her precious mound. I could feel her small clit beneath my exploring tongue, and each swipe across her hood of flesh caused her to spasm slightly with the total enjoyment she was feeling. Soon she was moving her hips back and forth with enthusiasm, instinctively creating a fucking motion that caused her pussy to enhance the contact between my lips and tongue and her clit and inner labia.

Her pussy juice was like apple juice, it was so sweet. Yet, there was also the tangy flavor of a mature woman’s pussy as well, just not nearly as strong. I could taste a hint of pee as well. And the softness of her vulva, with its surface so devoid of hair, was like kissing warm, buttered cotton. My own juices began to flow again with the knowledge I was licking my nine-year-old daughter’s pussy and she was enjoying it without guilt or blame.

I had recovered from my previous orgasm enough to engage my hands in the pleasuring of my daughter. I moved them to her small butt and began to knead the flesh there, enjoying the feel of the petite globes of flesh as I squeezed and spread them. I wanted to do what I thought Lisa had done to Nikki. I wanted to finger her there and lick the tiny orifice to show my little one how much pleasure could be derived from having someone with the knowledge and desire to awaken that small erogenous zone.

Lifting Emily’s butt a few inches, my mouth sought her little star, and soon I was lathering my spit on her butt hole with my tongue. She began to squeal even more, and I replaced my tongue with a finger, playing gently with her there before moving to her clit and back to her butt with my tongue.

Emily nearly went wild with the sensations. Her hips seemed to lose control as she flexed her pussy and butt hole against my mouth and tongue. At the moment, she was loving everything that was happening to her.

I became aware that Lisa was now panting beside me. I glanced over and saw she was watching what I did to Emily’s pussy and butt. I could not see Nikki, and I assumed she was licking Lisa’s pussy. The look on Lisa’s face suggested I was 100% correct.

I went back to concentrating on bringing Emily to the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. After all, turn about is fair play, and she definitely deserved to receive what she had so wonderfully given me.

I sucked her tiny clit and its hood into my mouth and began to vibrate my tongue across it.

That broke the dam. Emily was grunting, groaning, and squealing with the intensity of her orgasm. It seemed to last for several minutes, it was so powerful. When I looked up at her, she had tears moving down her cheeks, but she was smiling as if she had just gotten that horse she asked for every Christmas and birthday.

Moving from her position above me, she lay down and we cuddled while watching her sister bring Lisa to her orgasm. From what I could see, Nikki was quite a talented pussy-licker. She had already learned where everything was and it was driving Lisa mad. I leaned over and kissed her as Emily moved to where she could suck and lick Lisa’s breasts.

Within a minute, she was coming, and based on her reactions to the orgasm, it was as stunning as the ones Emily and I had before, and probably Nikki, too.

Afterwards, we lay in my bed, panting to catch our breath, and I looked at Lisa. She was looking at me. I could tell she was wondering if maybe I was having second thoughts about this arrangement. I wanted to let her know that I wasn’t. I wanted her to know I was grateful for her part in this.

I wanted her to know I love her.

So I leaned over and kissed her with as much tender passion as I could. When I leaned back, there were tears in my eyes.

“So, when are you moving in?” I asked.

She smiled as if she, too, were getting a present she longed for, and tears filled her eyes and spilled over as well.

“My lease on my apartment is up the end of next month,” was all she said.

“Really?!” said Emily, suddenly perking up. “You’re gonna move in with us?!”

Lisa looked at Emily, then at me, and finally at Nikki, who was waiting excitedly for her answer.

“If you’ll have me,” she said.

My daughters’ squeals were almost as loud as they had been when the girls had reached those intense orgasms.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Major Life Decisions

By Cheryl Taggert

I lay in bed most of that morning. My phone rang twice more, both calls from Lisa, but I didn’t pick up. I needed time to think about this. Falling in love just wasn’t in my plans right now. My mind was more focused on what I saw as a thriving business and its growth, and romance, while important, wasn’t what I was seeking. I was nearly in a panic. And yet I wasn’t. Why the hell did love have to be so confusing? Part of me was scared out of my mind; the other part was thrilled I was having these feelings.

And we barely knew each other. That was the strangest part of the whole thing. We’d met for the interview, chatted on the phone several times, met for coffee or to discuss her first job, which had been only last night with the delectable ten-year-old Kay. That was all.

Oh, yes, there was also the episode yesterday afternoon when we masturbated together out by her pool, complete with privacy fence.

And last night when we made love with Kay, a very willing participant. Of course, there were also the times last night when Kay needed some rest from our attentions when we turned to each other and had sex.

No, not had sex. We made love.

I thought about the look in Lisa’s eyes as we kissed. I recalled they were misty at times with more than lust. Much of my fears, I realized, centered around falling in love with her without her falling in love with me.

I realized falling in love may not be in my plans, but the idea of it was nice, even enticing. I am a nineteen-year-old girl, after all. And at least I was falling in love with someone who shared my special desires – the sexual longing for pubescent and prepubescent girls. Hell, at sixteen Lisa was barely beyond the start of puberty herself. The age difference isn’t a large one, but as I’d thought about before, it was a situation in which I was a legal adult and she was a minor.

Still, I couldn’t deny the feelings I was having. Just picturing her in my mind, even fully clothed, would start my heart beating a little faster, my breath coming in slight gasps for air, as if I had just run up a flight of stairs – or had a particularly wonderful orgasm.

I thought again of our afternoon together. How she had manipulated me into masturbating with her, all while making the direction the conversation took seem to be my idea. She had rubbed baby oil on her body to provide that heavenly sheen, ending with her pussy, when she had said, “Don’t think I’m doing anything over here” or something to that effect. Of course, it would have made my thoughts turn to masturbation, even if I hadn’t already been thinking about it. Not to mention how it would cause thoughts about Lisa. If I hadn’t already been thinking of her, that is.

I thought of the fact that when I came out of the bathroom yesterday, I couldn’t find Lisa, only to discover her in her bedroom, naked but for a towel wrapped around her slender, alluring figure, about to go sunbathe nude next to her privacy-fenced pool. “Want to join me? We could get to know each other better” or something like that had been what she had said. Now I wondered if she’d rehearsed it.

With sudden clarity, I realized I had been successfully seduced and was embarrassed it had taken so long to realize it, mostly because I had thought it was mostly my idea because of how I was steering the conversation to keep the topic about sex. I was so often the seducer, and I had failed to recognize when I was being seduced. If nothing else, it had been a mutual seduction, and I hadn’t thought of that before. I was also flattered. It isn’t every day such a cute, sexy girl wanted to go to bed with me.

But what were Lisa’s intentions? Just sex? Or was there something more there? True feelings of love blossoming just as surely as the breast buds on Kay’s chest would blossom one day?

I realized I couldn’t just keep avoiding Lisa. My tears had dried up, and now I just wanted some resolution to what I was feeling. I needed to find out if she loved me, or at least was in the process of falling in love with me. Or was this a foolish dream it was best for me to wake from now?

I reached for my phone and dialed Lisa’s number. When it started to ring, my doorbell rang at the same time. As I got up to answer the door, she answered her phone.

“Thank God you’re okay!” she said, relief flooding her tone. “I’m outside your place right now, ringing the doorbell.”

“I thought it might be you when the doorbell sounded. Just let me put something on and I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. For some reason she sounded upset, as if I’d hurt her feelings.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing. I’m out here when you get something on. But hurry. It’s hot already and it’s only a little after ten.”

She sounded hurt. Was it because I’d not been answering her calls? That had to be it, I thought. She’s hurt I ignored her calls.

Grabbing a robe, I put it on as I went to open the door for either the love of my life or the pain of it.

I opened the door, and she burst in, all in a frenzy. I could see instantly she was near tears.

“Why wouldn’t you answer my calls? Why did you have to get dressed before coming to let me in? Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?”

Okay, maybe it was more than not answering her calls. I now realized she might take what she saw as my sudden modesty for a rejection of what we’d done last night. In reality, I keep my air conditioner rather low and was chilled after getting out of my warm bed.

“No, you haven’t done anything wrong. I was just cold and needed a wrap,” I said. “And I’m starting to worry about some things, that’s all.”

“Do you regret what happened last night? I thought you were really into it, even though I was worried at first that you might fire me, especially after I told you about my sister and me.”

“No, hon, I don’t…regret…anything. And what you do with your sister, well, it makes me rather hot to think about it, so no, there’s no problem there.. I just…Oh, God, I hope you don’t hate me after today.”

“Hate you? Why would I hate you? Are you firing me?”

“No, but you might quit when I say what I have to say. Or you might be happy. I don’t know.”

Confusion spread over her face. And fear. Her eyes welled up.

“We have to talk,” I said. Deadly words whenever uttered, and the import of it was not lost on Lisa. The welling of tears began to spill over those precious eyelids and down the beautiful skin of her cheek.

I took her hand and led her to the sofa. “What is it? Whatisit, whatisit, whatisit?!” she cried as we sat, my left knee touching her right one so we could look into each other’s eyes while sitting there.

“Sweetie, yesterday afternoon. That was planned, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, God! You are gonna fire me!”

“No, I’m not going to fire you, but I do want you to tell me the truth. You planned that, didn’t you?”

She nodded, looking down at her hands with tears spilling into her lap.

“Why did you want to masturbate with me?”

She looked at me as if I’d asked why she thought water was wet. “Because.” I waited for her to finish her reply. “Because…you’re so…hot.”

“I’m wondering if maybe you launched a boat you’d prefer not to launch.”

She furrowed her brows at me. She was confused again, and I didn’t blame her. I was doing some major beating around the bush.

“Huh? What does that mean?”

“I mean you may have set some things in motion you didn’t intend to set in motion.”

“Like what?”

Here it was. Another honesty moment. I wasn’t very good at these types of confrontations, but apparently I’m improving through repetition.

“Don’t hate me, okay?”

“Stop saying that. I won’t hate you,” she said. “I could never hate you.” Her voice was strident with the need to make me see that.

“Then…don’t be afraid, okay?”

“What is it, Cheryl?! You’re scaring the hell outa me by not saying what’s bothering you so much you won’t answer my calls!”

Here goes nothing. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Her countenance altered immediately. It was as if I’d slapped her. Oh, God. This wasn’t going to go well at all.

“You’ve never had anyone fall in love with you before, have you?” she asked. Her voice was so soft I barely heard her.

I just stared for a moment, wondering what that had to do with anything. I was the one falling in love with her. How could someone else falling in love with me before have anything to do with this? I suddenly felt lost and the memory of my dream from the night before washed over me. I was once again searching for answers everyone seemed to know but wouldn’t share with me. All these emotions were bombarding me, and I wasn’t handling it well.

“You haven’t, have you?” she persisted.

“No, but what does–”

“God, you don’t know, do you?” Now her voice was rising again. She sounded upset again, but not sad upset. Angry upset. Or maybe not anger. Frustration, perhaps? I wasn’t sure.

“Know what?” I was the confused one now.

She sighed heavily, her teary eyes intent on mine.

“You don’t know the signs,” she said, as if that explained everything.

“What signs?” I may be dense, because I was growing more confused by the minute, and her words seemed perfectly clear to her.

“The signs of someone falling in love with you.”

“What does–” Then it hit me. God, I was dense. She was falling in love with me, and I hadn’t recognized the “signs” of the dance we had been engaged in. Well, I had recognized them, but I’d refused to believe them. Hadn’t I questioned myself last night about her feelings for me?

But I didn’t think I was worthy of her love, and that sudden realization, that epiphany, rocked me.

“How long have you known?” I asked.

“Which? That I was falling in love with you, or that you’re falling in love with me?”

“Let’s start with you falling in love with me.”

“Oh, God, since we left Kay’s hotel room yesterday after meeting her and her parents for the first time, at least. Maybe earlier. I at least knew I wanted to make love with you before that. I knew that two seconds after I met you.”

I smiled for the first time that day. A small one, but a smile nonetheless.

“You, too?” I asked, my smile growing into a smirk. That made her laugh a little as well.

“God, Cheryl! Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

“Tell me,” I answered, needing this boost to my ego so perhaps I would feel worthy of her love.

“You know how they say Helen of Troy was so beautiful she was ‘the face that launched a thousand ships’ because that many ships went to war to get her back? Well, yours could launch ten thousand. Fifty thousand! But to be honest, I would fight every damn sailor on those ships to keep you for my own.”

I was stunned. Nobody had ever said anything close to that to me before. My heart was pounding, and my breath was ragged, as if I were drowning in my own emotions.

Now she was starting to cry again. “I’m not falling in love with you, Cheryl. I am already in love with you. I know it’s crazy because we just met a few days ago, but it’s true. So do me a favor, okay? When you decide you no longer think you’re falling in love with me but are actually in love with me, let me know, okay? Because I’m so in love with you, it hurts sometimes wondering if you will ever love me.”

Putting her face in her hands, she burst into sobs. My heart broke to see her like this, and I realized the moment of knowing I had fallen completely head-over-heels in love with her was right then.

I pulled her into my arms and held her, shushing her much the same way I had last night when she’d cried for concealing her relationship with her sister from me. I began my confession of love, complete with apologies.

“I’m sorry, baby. I do love you. I love you so much it hurts me too. I’m sorry. I was just so scared. I’ve never felt like this before, and it scared me. Mostly it scared me that you didn’t love me back. Oh, honey, I am so sorry for hurting you. I love you more than breathing….” And on I went, telling her of my intense love.

Her crying eased, and she pulled back from me to look me in the eyes. “You really love me?”

I nodded, tears making tiny rivers down my cheeks.

“Really, REALLY?”

I laughed through the tears. “Yes, my love. Really, REALLY.”

She kissed me with all the passion a girl of sixteen can show, which is quite a bit, usually more than older, supposedly more mature women can bring into their kisses.

I realized my pussy was on fire. It may have been that way for some time now, but I hadn’t noticed what with the emotional roller coaster I’d been riding that morning taking most of my awareness with it.

I began pulling off my robe, and she was nearly ripping her clothes from her body. Neither of us could wait another second to be making love. She stood to remove her panties and I stood, grabbed her hand, and led her into my bedroom, a place she’d never been before, but that was going to change drastically over the coming months and years.

We lay on my bed and began to kiss wildly, tongues dueling in a dance of erotic and emotional love. She quickly moved to my neck, kissing me down the tender sides and along my collarbone where she detoured to my breasts.

Kiss.

Lick.

Nibble.

Suck.

Erect nipples straining for more.

Another kiss.

She repeated every movement of loving she could perform on my breasts, making wild love to them before she moved down to my tummy.

More kissing, nibbling, licking, and sucking.

Then she was there. At the juncture of my thighs, which were now trembling I needed her so.

Breath tickling.

Tiny kisses.

A lick.

Another.

A slight nibble on the clit.

Another.

Another.

Finger.

Fingers.

Plunging.

Urging.

G spot.

Yesss.

Grunts.

Racing my breath. Trying to catch it.

Trembling.

Shudders.

Spasms.

Groans.

Panting.

Moaning.

More spasms.

Ecstasy.

Followed by more spasms.

A second orgasm. A third. A fourth.

Then it was over for me. Sensitivity overwhelmed my pussy, and my hand instinctively moved to prevent more contact. Palm out…stop before I die of pleasure.

My mouth watered.

Laying Lisa back, I began my own assault of her body, finding every place I thought would heighten her lust. That’s what it was right now. All our love had manifested itself into lust for now. The power of the orgasms I’d had was representative of my intense love for her.

Soon,  my mouth was devouring her pocket of sensitive flesh, drinking from her fountain, and relishing the taste and heat of her. It took maybe ten seconds for her to come. Or maybe it took ten minutes. I couldn’t really tell. Time didn’t exist right then.

I was in love, and my lover wanted me as much as I wanted her. Maybe more so if that was possible.

Her writhing body rose to meet every thrust of my fingers, every touch of my tongue, every gentle nibble of my lips and teeth. She seemed to crash into her orgasm, as if rushing to meet the train that slammed into her. She bucked and shook, riding the wave, until finally, she too had to stop me from further assault of her body’s most tender area.

We lay naked in the bed together, looking into each other’s eyes until hunger for food forced us away from our lair. I arose and fixed us lunch, tuna on wheat toast and chips. I gave her a beer as well, signaling I didn’t think of her as a minor at all.

We ate the food, but mostly we consumed the love we had for each other.

“You will be my life partner, right?” I asked. Marriage between same-sex couples was still illegal then.

“Of course,” she said. And we kissed to seal the deal before moving into making love again, this time more slowly, less urgently.

We were young, and we now had the rest of our lives.

A note from the author:

Thank you for reading this story. When I began it, I didn’t plan for it to end this way at all, but as I said in my blog entry about writing, sometimes the story takes you along for the ride, and you just go where it leads. My original thought for the end involved being offered a full-time job as a nanny for the little ones in my first chapter, a sort of coming full-circle kind of thing. I suppose my recent wedding caused these last few chapters to happen the way they did. As I mentioned in my last chapter, this is not how Lisa and I met, and she was 18 then, not 16. Still, I want to let you in on some things so you don’t feel I have too much ego. I am referring to the part in which the fictional Lisa tells the fictional Cheryl “her” face would launch ten thousand ships or fifty thousand. My lovely girl actually said that to me as part of her wedding vows to me. (We wrote our own.) She and I have framed our vows, and I quoted her exactly. She says she’s not a writer, and that’s true, but when she’s speaking from her heart, she can melt mine. And I told her in my wedding vows that I love her more than breathing, which is appropriate. We love breathing without thinking about it. It is the same way I feel about Lisa. I love her as much as one can love life itself without having to think about it, though I would gladly cease breathing for her. Well, that’s the end of this series. I am so proud of myself for actually ending one. I may one day write a sequel, but this one is finished. As they say in journalism to indicate the end of a written piece, “That’s a 30.”

THE END

Kay and Lisa Provide Different Surprises

By Cheryl Taggert

We entered the bedroom, and I told Kay to lie on Lisa’s bed. Lisa lay beside Kay. I grinned down at them both. I had masturbated with Lisa that afternoon, but we had not yet so much as touched each other. I wondered if I had died and gone to heaven. First, young Kay was very willing to have sex with her babysitters, and second, Lisa was just as interested in girls Kay’s age as I was. I began to wonder how young was okay with her as I stared at the beautiful girls before me, one only ten and the other sixteen. A very sexy sixteen, but that conversation could wait until we were alone. I knew it went at least as low as ten.

As I watched, Lisa moved toward Kay and kissed her, lightly at first, then her tongue darted out and into Kay’s mouth. They devoured each other’s lips and tongues for a few minutes before I moved into a position between their lower bodies to have access to their boobs.

Kay, of course, had nothing more than small bumps that weren’t even bee stings yet but looked ripe for growing into real boobs. They were no longer the tiny nipples of a small child but had begun to expand a bit in preparation for growth. Lisa, on the other hand, was just like me. We had even commented on this when we’d seen each other naked that afternoon. We could have had a doctor remove our boobs and put them on the other and there would have been nearly no change in appearance — our breasts were that identical.

All three of us were also totally bald in our pubic areas. Kay, of course, had not yet started to grow any hair down there; Lisa and I both shaved and waxed to keep it as smooth as possible.

Moving toward Lisa, I began to kiss, lick, and suck her right boob, the one nearest me. Lisa’s moan told me she liked it, as I knew she would. Meanwhile, my left hand sought Kay’s right nipple, which I began to playfully pinch, but only lightly so as not to hurt her. I remembered how sensitive and sore nipples could be at that age.

Lisa pulled back from Kay’s mouth. “You like that?” she asked, wanting to continue to make sure everything was okay with her. I found myself loving that about her.

“I’m really glad you taught me about grown-up kissing,” said Kay, obviously referring to something that happened before my arrival.

“I’m glad you wanted to learn,” said Lisa before shifting her position to be able to get to my lower body while I moved to pleasure Kay.

I began to kiss, lick, and gently suck Kay’s nipples, first one then the other, and she sighed, showing she enjoyed what I was doing. My hand began to wander down to her belly, which I caressed and massaged. I felt Kay’s hips move, as if urging my hand lower. Who am I to deny such a beautiful child? I thought to myself and obliged her by moving my hand to her small, bare pussy. Neither Lisa nor Kay needed much foreplay because they’d been involved with each other before my arrival, for how long I didn’t know, but they were both already in high gear, it seemed.

Lisa, meanwhile, had moved to my ass and pussy and was busy licking and kissing my butt cheeks while toying playfully with my pussy, mostly rubbing along the inner labia and teasing the opening of my vagina while avoiding direct contact with my clit for now. Like Kay, I sighed and moved to allow her better access. Lisa was chewing my butt cheeks gently, just enough to feel the pressure of her teeth sinking into the pliable flesh. I love that. It was almost as if she knew exactly what would turn my thermostat up a notch.

I continued to play with Kay’s small pussy. I love the feel of a young girl’s most tender area. It’s like touching the world’s softest material. Her labia, both outer and inner, were much smaller than mine, of course, but they seemed to be equally as sensitive. I could picture Kay growing up to be a very sexual girl, indeed. She was clearly loving every movement of my hand. Her slit was growing wetter, but girls that age don’t gush fluids the way older girls do, so I took my hand from her to wet it with my saliva. She grunted in protest when I removed my hand, which made me smile.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked, impatience in her voice. “I was almost there.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m just going to make things more comfortable for you down there.” With that, I stuck the fingers that had only seconds before been playing with her pussy into my mouth. The juices that were on them tasted delicious, of course, and I savored the flavor as I coated my fingers with my spit. Moving back to her center, I placed the lubricated fingers on her pussy and moved them around, making sure to make contact with her tiny clit as I did.

She gasped when I touched her clit, and her eyes popped open. Kay had masturbated to orgasm before, but she’d discovered the difference of having another touch her there while in the tub with Lisa. Because her horniness was at a peak and I was doing the touching, the intensity that was now heightened because I had lubricated her there may have surprised her.

“Surprised it feels so good when I do it?”

“Kinda. It feels different than when I touch it.” She looked over to Lisa, who had moved into position to lick my pussy. I saw her notice Lisa moving to my pussy with her mouth. She stared in surprise when Lisa kissed me there, even though she couldn’t see what exactly was happening down there because my body was mostly in the way, but she must have been able to tell that’s what was happeneing.

“Is she kissing your pussy?” she asked me.

“Yes,” I said. “And it feels wonderful, to say the least.”

“I’ve seen that online.” Was she hinting?

“Do you want me to kiss you down there?” I asked.

“Do you want to?” she asked. Hopefully? Yes, I think her tone was very hopeful.

“More than anything,” I said. “Lisa, I’m going to have to move around so I can get to Kay’s pussy.”

Lisa disengaged from my honeypot and moved herself as I moved to where I could get to Kay’s pussy and lick it. Soon we were in a daisy chain of sorts, with Lisa licking my pussy while I devoured Kay.

I moved closer and inhaled the delicate aroma of her ten-year-old pussy. It smelled as sweet as I knew it would taste. My finger was still massaging her slit, and her body spasmed slightly with each touch of her tiny clit. She had been telling the truth: she was close to coming already, and I wondered again how long the two had been playing around before my arrival.

When my lips touched her pussy, she sighed then moaned as my tongue began its assault of her tender slit with its button of extreme pleasure situated so daintily at its top. Within seconds, she was entering her first orgasm of the night.

This girl was definitely after my heart. Her pussy was a live wire that sparked with every touch of my fingers or tongue. Lisa had even stopped her licking of my pussy just to watch this lovely Lolita as she came so quickly.

Her hips bucked into my mouth and her hands instinctively grabbed my head to make sure I didn’t go anywhere. I could feel her pinhole vagina contract with each spasm while I did my best to fuck her tiny hole with my tongue, even though it would not plunge through the tight virgin opening. Still, I was pushing against it and could feel its rippling tremors as waves of orgasm spread through this little girl’s body.

When she finished coming, she lay back and sighed the world’s most contented sigh. I looked at Lisa, who looked back at me. Both our faces showed how surprised we were that Kay could come that strongly and that quickly. That surprise, however, was also tinged with a great deal of joy. Our first shared experience with a little girl and we’d hit the jackpot. This little one’s body was seemingly assembled for sex. She obviously loved it and when turned on, her clit was highly sensitive for one so young. I thought about my most recent times with young girls, and so far nobody had come that quickly or with that much intensity. It was true that a partner almost certainly changed the level of eroticism for her, but that alone did not explain the intensity with which the little girl had come.

“Did you like that?” asked Lisa, who was now smiling at Kay in envy.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “Do you want to lick me now?”

I looked at Lisa, who looked at me almost in disbelief. “When I was her age, I needed at least a few minutes before diving in again,” she said.

“We may have just met the luckiest little girl in the world,” I answered before indicating with my hand that she should dive in while she could and we’d see how long it took Kay to come again.

Lisa moved into position so she could put her face to the small pussy that was wet with a mingling of Kay’s juices and my spit, but not before stopping to kiss me passionately, tasting what awaited her on my lips.

“I want to come again,” Kay protested, breaking up our kiss.

Lisa smiled. “Coming, your highness.” Then she began to lick, kiss, and suck the offered pussy.

Kay responded immediately. It must have taken only ten seconds before she was coming again, straining her hips to meet the assault of Lisa’s tongue and lips. I was amazed. I thought when I was her age that I was precocious sexually, having started coming at an extremely young age, but this girl was the all-time champion in that department. Ten years old and already having multiple orgasms? I could tell she was what I call “riding the wave” where one orgasm moves directly into another.

After a few minutes, Lisa sat back to allow Kay to catch her breath after Kay indicated her tiny clit was becoming too sensitive for Lisa to continue.

Lisa and I took the opportunity to make out some and move into a sixty-nine. Lisa’s pussy was delicious, as I knew it would be, and so smooth it would make satin jealous. She must have waxed quite recently.

I shoved my tongue into her vagina, which opened easily for me. Her hymen was gone, so any barriers to that soft sleeve of tender flesh were not there to block or hinder my tongue’s exploration. I drank her juices like a wino with her first bottle in a month. During my feast, Lisa was tonguing my clit and gently tickling my butthole with a finger, something else that drove me crazy with desire. It was as if Lisa had read some sort of manual titled, “How to Make Cheryl Have the Best Orgasms.” First the butt-biting, and now this. She was an expert on the subject of me and my sexual cravings, it seemed. Of course, many girls love to have their buttholes played with, but many don’t as well, not to mention I didn’t enjoy insertion, just that tickling of the area around my anus, which was precisely what Lisa was doing. I felt not only were we boob twins, but we were also sexual twins as well. I decided to test that theory.

Moving my finger to her butthole, I began tickling it as well, playing it softly the way I would play a pianissimo minuet on the piano. Lisa began to moan, then said “Oh, God, yesss” before returning to my pussy. I delved further, starting to insert my finger into her there. She wriggled her butt. A quick, “I like it better just on the outside” before going back to licking and touching me.

I had my answer.

It was as if I had won the sexual lottery or something. The gods of sexual satisfaction seemed to be saying to me, “Here she is, your perfect match. Now, don’t let her get away.” At that moment I wasn’t in love with her yet, but I could see it could definitely happen if given enough time and effort. We just seemed so much alike!

Soon we were both bucking against each other, willing ourselves to mutual orgasm. We each seemed to want it without ever saying we did. It seemed to be just a given. I had a momentary image of doctors discussing identical twins and the uncanny things they would do, think, and say that were alike, even if they had been separated at birth.

Then it happened. Our moans and squeals echoed off the walls of the bedroom as we reached our simultaneous climax. My entire being was focused on two things: my own body’s reaction to this intense sexual encounter and making sure Lisa would never forget it either. Her fluids flooded my mouth as I sucked and licked her pussy while I spread her butt cheeks wide to allow my finger easier access to her sensitive butthole.

When we finished, we looked over at Kay, who was now taking ragged breaths as her hand moved in a blur between her legs. She started to come the instant we looked at her, as if she were waiting for just that moment.

I began to wish Kay were my daughter, or at least my little sister, just so we could have more access to her beyond tonight.

After our orgy we went to the bathroom and took turns under the shower. The tub wasn’t big enough for all three of us to sit in it, but it was plenty large enough for us to shower together, though some physical contact was necessary, but nobody complained.

We dressed and I looked at the clock. It was nearly time to take Kay back to her parents, but I wanted to talk to them both, particularly Kay, before this figurative carriage that was our orgy turned into a pumpkin.

We sat in the formal living room and chatted.

“Tell me something, Kay,” I said. “Have you ever had multiple orgasms before?”

“You mean the ones where I keep having them over and over?”

I nodded.

“Yeah. They’re almost always like that, but just not that good.”

I wondered for a moment if she knew how lucky she was and realized of course she didn’t. She was only ten and an orgasm machine already. This girl was in for a very happy life. I had read about a woman who had the ability to think herself into having an orgasm, and it had been documented by doctors. I wondered if Kay would ever get to that point.

“How often do you masturbate?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe five or six times a week. Is that normal?”

“Anything is normal, honey. Some people only do it a few times a month, and others every day. Normal is what’s normal for you, even if it’s five or six times a day, though I don’t know where you’d find the time for that.” I smiled at her. I didn’t want this girl to get any hangups about sex. She should learn to enjoy what nature had provided her, which was an extremely strong libido, stronger than mine, even, which was saying something.

“Don’t ever worry about how often you do it, no matter what anyone else says. Have as many orgasms as you want and enjoy them all,” I said. Then I looked at Lisa.

“So, how long have you known you were attracted to little girls?”

She blushed. “You remember when I told you I have a little sister?”

“You mean you and your little sister…”

She nodded, her blush intensifying. I couldn’t believe it. I had always longed for a little sister to play around with in bed. Lisa had done what I had always wanted to do.

“How old is she?” Kay asked, also curious.

“She’s twelve.” Lisa’s sister played soccer and was out-of-town at a tournament with their parents.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked.

“Since she was seven.”

“That means you were eleven,” I said.

“Wow, that’s only a year older than me,” said Kay, bouncing her butt on the sofa with glee, a smile on her lovely face.

“Yeah. Does that bother you?” Lisa asked.

I realized she was nervous and scared to admit this, and I rushed to put her at ease. “You mean other than I’m jealous? No way! I would have killed for a younger sister to play around with when I was eleven!”

Lisa beamed at me, her gorgeous brown eyes misting over. I realized suddenly that she was going to cry. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks and she began crying, though I wasn’t sure why.

“What’s the matter?” asked Kay, voicing my own thoughts.

“I thought you might hate me if I told you about Heather and me,” she sobbed. “That’s why I wasn’t totally honest with you this afternoon out by the pool.”

I wondered why it would matter that I hated her other than her losing this job, but there are other jobs, and in all honesty, she sort of had this job as long as she wanted it because of what we’d just done together. Then I realized if she hated me it would hurt — more than I cared to admit. Was I falling in love? Had she started falling in love with me? Perhaps we had more to talk about than I thought, but we’d have to do that talking alone as well, after I’d had time to think about it and make my own decisions on how I felt about her. The sudden realization that my feelings had escalated to this point so quickly was a bit disturbing, and I needed time to think.

“It’s okay, hon. I understand why you weren’t honest about it today. Hell, I wouldn’t have told you that either.”

She gradually stopped crying as I held her to me, shushing her and wondering at the same time if we were indeed falling in love with each other. Would that work? I didn’t know, but I knew we would be talking about it soon. I just wasn’t ready right then, and I don’t think she was either.

I looked at the clock and it was time to take Kay back to her hotel. Lisa and I had planned on having sex when she returned, but that was no longer necessary. We gathered Kay’s things and Lisa got her into her car to take her back. I got into my own car and left as well, turning in the direction of my place while Lisa turned the opposite direction toward Kay’s hotel.

When I got home, I stripped and lay in bed, thinking about Lisa. Lisa and me, rather. I’d never been in love before other than small crushes that I knew were temporary at the time. This felt different. This felt real. Scary real, in fact.

At some point I drifted off to sleep and had dreams in which I was lost and having trouble finding my home. I would ask people for help, but they would change the subject, never responding to my plea for assistance. I woke the next morning with a headache and the feeling of not having rested well. Looking around my bedroom, I realized I felt alone. I thought about that for nearly thirty minutes, just lying there in my bed and wondering. My phone rang and when I saw it was Lisa, I smiled brightly as my heart swelled.

Then I couldn’t answer the call. I had started to cry with the realization of why my heart had swelled at the thought Lisa was calling. Yes, I was definitely falling in love. And as luck would have it, or perhaps it was always meant to be this way due to my particular desires, she was still a child legally. I was only nineteen, and she was sixteen, only three years separating us, but she was still legally a minor and I was legally an adult. Great. Now what do I do?

Continue to Chapter 11, and the end of this story!

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A quick note from the author: As you all know, the REAL Lisa is my wife. While she’d love to be three years younger than I am, she isn’t (she’s two years younger). Some may think I am telling everyone how we met in this story, that I really had such a sitting service (nope), I hired her to help me with it, and voila, we fell in love. Not so. We met in college. I was a junior and she a freshman. We met at a party, hit it off, and began dating. Things happened along the way and we split up for a while, only getting back together last autumn. There are true elements in this story, but they are emotional ones for the most part. Other than that, it is purely fiction. Also, the part about the woman who could think herself to orgasm is true. I saw it in the TED TALKS on orgasms that at least used to be on Netflix; don’t know if it’s still there. Gee, I wish I knew how she did it….

-Cheryl

By Cheryl Taggert

When I exited my bathroom after my shower, I could still hear the TV going along with some light conversation between Nikki and Emily. I had thought about my conversation with Emily about Lisa while in the shower, and suddenly I remembered something she’d said. She had said “the first time” when referring to watching the two of us together. I hadn’t caught it at the time, but I was thinking of it now.

Of course, that meant there was at least a second time. I got more curious about that until I knew I needed to know the circumstances of it before calling Lisa. I went to my door and called Emily to come see me. I heard her feet padding down the hall to my room before the door opened and she entered.

I looked at her, and a sudden rush of pure love passed through me. She was my first-born. She was the one I’d first masturbated to orgasm. Her sister had come along after I had established the pattern with her. But there was more to it than that. Yes, she was my daughter, but I was now looking at her and seeing a sexual person as well. She longed to have sex with me. I knew I could have taken her in my arms right then and stripped us both naked and done whatever I wished to her lovely child’s body. And I also knew she would have loved it and would have done the same back to me. I had watched her come twice already that morning, and she’d seen me bring myself to a crashing orgasm that had bridged some sort of gap between us in ways I still did not understand.

The thought of how powerful this was made me momentarily dizzy and I sat on my bed. Patting the mattress beside me, I watched her slender body come to me and sit where I’d indicated she should. I was aware that I’d been picturing her naked as she approached. Her slender, boyish hips, the promise of breasts, and the image of her butt swaying slightly as she walked, even at the tender age of nine, filled my mind. I took a deep breath to keep from molesting her right then and there, even with the door slightly ajar and Nikki in the den watching TV.

“Sweetheart, I want to ask you about something you said earlier about watching Lisa and me.”

“What?” she asked. She was a bit apprehensive, as if she might be in trouble.

“First, you are NOT in trouble. Not at all. I understand what happened wasn’t your fault.”

“Okay.”

“But you said something about the ‘first time’ you watched us. Was there another time?”

She began to blush again before slowly nodding. This time, though, she kept her eyes on mine, possibly to see my reaction. Apparently, “first time” had been a slip she’d not meant to make.

“Was there only one other time?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about it. You said the first time you didn’t mean to watch us. How is the second time different?”

Emily took a deep breath before continuing. “Well, the next time Lisa came home with you, she came into our room while you were in the bathroom. She sat on my bed. At first, she thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t. She asked if I had liked watching you two last time. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I said I did, which was true but it had kinda scared me that I might get caught. I told her that too, and she said she would make sure I wouldn’t get caught and she wanted me to come hide in your closet again because you two were going to have sex again and she liked being watched by pretty girls like me. So I got out of bed and she brought me into your room and I hid in your closet where I could see you both on the bed. I had the door open enough to do that. As I hid, she told me if I wanted to touch myself while I watched, I should go ahead and do it. I nodded and she stepped out into the room and started taking off her clothes. I watched and thought she was very pretty and sexy so I started doing what she said–playing with myself. Then you came out of the bathroom and you were already naked. You got on the bed with Lisa and you both had sex while I watched. After you were both finished, Lisa suggested a shower. You said okay and when you went into the bathroom, I knew it was time for me to get back to my room because Lisa looked toward the closet and winked, so I went back to bed.”

I was flabbergasted from what she’d said. Oddly, my first question was, “Did you like what you saw?”

Emily nodded, still looking into my eyes. My next question wasn’t so odd if my first one is considered, but then it is odd too. “Did you orgasm while watching us?”

Again, she nodded. Her gaze held mine. I remembered the time she meant. We had not really done anything more than some petting in the shower because of the intensity of our lovemaking. Now I knew the basis for Lisa’s heightened lust that night. It had been the last time we were together, and I knew Lisa wanted to see me again, and I wanted to see her, but as I’d said, our schedules just weren’t working out. I made up my mind to make SURE they worked out, even if I had to drop something I should do instead.

I leaned over to Emily and kissed her lightly. Drawing back and knowing I had to get her out of my room before I did more and risked almost surely being caught by Nikki, I said, “Okay, Sweetie. Go back to the den and watch TV with Nikki. I have some thinking to do.”

She left, obviously wondering what would happen next concerning this. She closed my door and I got out my phone, pulling up Lisa on my contact list and pressing send.

“Hello, Cheryl!” she said. I could tell hearing from me excited her. I could almost hear the wheels in her head turning with plans to continue her seduction of Emily. I was planning on making that very easy.

“Hi, Lisa,” I said, just as enthusiastically. “I was hoping we could somehow work our schedules out to get together again. I’m growing tired of my own hands and vibrators. I need another woman.”

“I know what you mean. It just so happens I am free tonight. It’s the first weekend night I’ve had free in two months! Are you available?”

I had an appointment that evening with a client for my work (I sell cosmetics), but I would reschedule. It would be worth it.

“As a matter of fact I am free! I would love to have dinner and come back to my place for some fun. You game?”

“When do you want me to come by?” She usually drove her car to my place and we went out from there, returning for overnight fun. That way her car was there the next morning for her to drive home or wherever she needed to go.

“How does seven sound?”

“Sounds great! I’ll see you then!”

“Okay. Wear something sexy and easy to take off!”

“I will if you will!”

We hung up and I got up to call Emily into my room again.

“What?” she asked when I had closed my door and we’d seated ourselves on my bed.

“Lisa is coming over tonight. We will go out for dinner and come home for sex. I will be sure to spend some time in the bathroom first to give her a chance to get you into the closet. When we’ve been together for about five minutes on the bed and we are involved, I want you to come out of the closet naked and stand there, watching us and playing with yourself. Can you do that?”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m going to let you join us.” Emily’s eyes widened considerably at that. “But first I want to shock Lisa a bit. I’m going to act like I didn’t know you were there at first, but only for a second. Then I will tell her I know what she’d done. Then we’ll let you join us.”

“What if she doesn’t want me to join you?”

“Don’t worry. She will. Sweetie, this has all been a plan of hers to seduce you and have sex with you.”

Emily looked skeptical. “Are you sure??”

“Positive. There is absolutely no way she would do what she did if that wasn’t her plan. Well, tonight, she will get her wish. And I will get mine.”

“What’s your wish, Mommy?”

“To have sex with you, of course.”

Emily’s face burst into the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen. She was thrilled that I wanted to make love with her. I could tell she was looking forward to doing things with Lisa as well.

With that, I kissed her and slipped my hand inside her pj’s to get the touch I had wanted earlier, but I was NOT going to go further. I was surprised, however, to find that although she’d put her panties on when she’d left my room earlier, she wasn’t wearing them now.

“Where are your panties?”

“In our room.”

“And how did they get off your body and into your room?”

“I was still horny when I left here, so after turning on the TV, I decided to go to our room and masturbate again while you were in the shower.”

“Was Nikki awake?”

“Yeah. At first she asked why I was so horny, but I said, ‘Just cuz I am.’ She didn’t ask any more questions. She just watched me for a minute before pulling her own pj’s down and starting to play with herself. Watching me always gets her horny.”

I realized then it wouldn’t be long before Nikki would be a part of our lovemaking.

I spent maybe two minutes touching my daughter’s pussy and allowing her to touch mine. Then, before things got carried away, I made us stop. I had just wanted to touch her there and let her touch me. We didn’t come, but it was wonderful all the same.

The rest of the day went by in its usual way, except that the time seemed to creep along. Seven o’clock could not get here soon enough. I showered again after feeding the girls and got into a thin, billowy cotton skirt and a halter top, no bra. No panties either in fact, though I did wear a tampon to help soak up the wetness I knew would be building inside me to keep it from staining my skirt. Hell, it had already begun to build.

At seven sharp the doorbell rang. I went and greeted Lisa, inviting her inside so we could share a kiss hello after nearly two months of not seeing each other. I had begun to wonder if she weren’t the perfect woman for me. We were both into Emily, and I felt that eventually Nikki would join the fun as well, not to mention Sara. I doubted Lisa, who seemed to be horny 24/7, would object to the other little girls joining us.

Nikki and Emily stood by while we kissed. Normally I wasn’t so demonstrative with my passion in front of my girls, but I was totally aware that was going to change, starting tonight with Emily. Nikki would be able to join us whenever she was ready. If she chose not to get involved with me or Lisa, that would be fine too. My plans, though, were to eventually move in together with Lisa and be a family. An incestuous family of lesbians.

As Lisa and I stood in the room making out, Nikki began to giggle. “Geez, Mom! Come up for air!” she said, which caused Lisa and me to join her laughter. “You guys are gonna get arrested or something at the restaurant!” she added, still giggling. I could tell, however, that our little session had fueled her inner fires a bit. That made me think of something I needed to tell Emily.

“Excuse me a second, Lisa,” I said and motioned for Emily to follow me.

Before I continue, allow me to say something. Some may think me a terrible mother because I allowed the girls to stay home alone while I went out, but they knew better than to open the door to anyone and the police station was literally around the corner, which was a strong deterrent to crime. Lisa and I would not be out late, but my girls knew the rules and abided by them. I had even had a woman I knew that the girls didn’t know come by the house and ring the bell one time when I was out one afternoon to see if the girls would open the door. They had followed the rules, ignoring the doorbell until my friend had not gone away. At that point, Emily had said through the door, “The police station is around the corner, and if you don’t leave in five seconds, I am calling them!” Yes, my girls knew how to stay safely at home alone. They were forbidden to cook anything, except for heating something in the microwave, and they probably knew more exits from the house than I did.

Emily followed me into the kitchen. “I don’t want you and Nikki wearing yourselves out with sex while we’re gone. You’ve already come three times today, and I want you to be interested in what happens, okay?”

She looked a little disappointed, and it occurred to me that she was almost certainly horny with the anticipation and had plans to do something about it while we were out. She has a very strong libido, but everything has its limits. She said, “Okay,” resigned not to get involved with her sister, though clearly not happy about it. “Can I at least watch Nikki? I know she got turned on watching you and Lisa kiss. I know I sure did.”

I agreed to the compromise, saying, “You can watch and even help, but you can’t have an orgasm until you are with Lisa and me.” I suddenly marveled at the changes this one day had brought. Here I was giving my daughter permission to have incestuous lesbian sex with her sister as long as she waited to be with me to have an orgasm. This would not have been a conversation we would have had less than twenty-four hours ago.

Leaning down, I kissed her and felt her tongue begin to assault mine. We indulged ourselves for a second or two before I broke the kiss and went out to join Lisa and get to dinner so we could get to the important part of the evening. I noticed that Lisa was sitting on the sofa chatting with Nikki when I came into the room. The conversation ended abruptly when I entered. I acted as if I hadn’t noticed, but it was clear the two had been discussing sex. Lisa, it seemed, wasted no time with making a move on her potential conquests.

We went to our favorite restaurant. I had a grilled chicken salad, and Lisa had the salmon with dill sauce, couscous, and steamed vegetables. We each enjoyed some Chablis and were full, but not stuffed, when we left the restaurant.

We sat in my car and made out for a few minutes. My hands freely explored her body (she was sans panties and bra as well), while she explored mine. We were both anxious to get to my place, so we cut our session short and I drove home.

Before entering the house, I realized what I’d not thought about: Both my daughters were still up. In my haste to want to get things going, I had ignored that simple fact. It was only 8:30, and their bedtime wasn’t until 9. It would take Nikki at least until 9:30 to be good and asleep. As we entered the house, I said, “Let’s play some games with the girls or watch some TV until they are asleep.” Lisa agreed, as I knew she would, and we ended up playing card games with the girls until their bedtime. Lisa and I sat in the den, watching TV and drinking some more wine while waiting for the girls to have time to fall asleep.

At 9:30 I said, “Why don’t you check to see that the girls are asleep while I freshen up a bit?” Lisa gladly agreed of course, and I went to my bathroom to get ready for the night’s festivities as Lisa went to the girls’ room to get Emily up and into the closet, which is what I was sure she would do.

When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed the closet door was open a bit more than it had been. I smiled to myself and got into bed with an already naked Lisa. We began to kiss first, taking our time. Soon my hands sought her small, but well-shaped breasts, teasing the dark brown nipples that were already standing at attention in anticipation. We continued to kiss while our hands explored the other’s boobs, pinching the nipples and causing our pussies to get wetter. (I had removed the tampon, of course, in the bathroom.) Soon my left hand began to move down her tummy to her shaved and waxed pussy while I started to move my mouth to her breasts to suck, lick, and nibble on her nipples. I noticed Lisa’s eyes were closed as I did this, and I glanced toward the closet to indicate it was time for my surprise to come out.

I had just begun to rub Lisa’s pussy when she let out a small squealing gasp that did not sound as if it were from my touch. I looked up into her face, and she was staring at what I knew would be a naked Emily standing beside the bed and masturbating. I turned my head as if to see what was there, knowing, of course, what feast for my eyes would be there.

Then I gasped.

Standing by the bed were Emily AND Nikki. They were both naked, fingers busy.

“What are you doing here?” It was what I had intended to say to Emily when I saw her beside the bed, acting surprised, but as it turned out I wasn’t acting. I was shocked that Nikki was now in the room as well. I looked at Lisa, realizing she had brought them both into the room to hide in the closet. That had to be what her earlier conversation with Nikki had been about.

Emily was grinning like the cat that caught the canary. “It’s okay, Mommy. I already told Nikki all about everything!”

I lay there, looking from Emily to Nikki to Lisa, who was as red as a ripe strawberry. As it turned out, we were both surprised at this development. Lisa had expected the girls to remain in the closet, of course, and I had expected only Emily. The girls were standing there giggling, as if they were the ones in charge of it all, and I suppose they were.

I looked again at Lisa, who looked as if she might cry. “I suppose it’s time we all started confessing,” I said, “beginning with me.”

I told Lisa about discovering Emily in her bed that morning, humping her teddy bear’s nose until she came, followed by what happened after that. In telling my story, I told Lisa that Emily had let the cat out of the bag about hiding in the closet and whose idea that was. I then confessed to the set-up, which had turned into a surprise for me as well. This made Lisa much more comfortable. I had seen she thought I might have her arrested or something, but now she realized much nicer things would be happening instead.

“So I guess I did your confessing, Lisa. It’s okay, believe me.” Then I turned to Emily. “You, however, have some things you need to explain, such as what did you tell Nikki and why?”

By now the girls had joined us on the bed. “Mommy, I tell Nikki everything and she tells me everything too. When you took your shower this morning, I went in and woke Nikki up. I told her what happened, and she got all horny from what I said. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you she knew, but I wasn’t sure you’d like that I told her, so I said it was our secret. I also told her about Lisa getting me to watch you and her from the closet. So when you and me were in the kitchen tonight talking, Nikki told Lisa she knew about it and wanted to do it too. I had even told Nikki about what your plan was to surprise Lisa, and I thought it would be cool if we surprised you too.” She finished with, “I’m sorry if it was wrong, but I wanted Nikki to be involved too, and so did she. Even Sara wants to do stuff with all of us.”

“You told Sara, too?!” I said, beginning to wonder if I had done the right thing to get involved with Emily in the first place.

“She won’t tell anyone!” Emily and Nikki said together, and I realized that was true. Sara even thought her mom “would kill her” if she found out she masturbated.

“What about her other friends?” I asked.

“Nobody else knows what Nikki, me, and her do. We don’t want to be called lezzies by everyone!”

I sighed. They were making sense. “Okay, but NOBODY ELSE but we five can ever know what’s going on here. Lisa and I would get arrested and thrown UNDER the jail if anyone ever found out.”

Now that all of the stories were out and everything was sorted out satisfactorily to everyone, we all sat there on the bed. For the first time in several minutes, I realized that we were all naked. Two grown women and two girls, ages eight and nine. And we were also starting to get horny once again, now that the crisis had passed. It was a bit funny really. We were all staring at each other. The growing lust was palpable, but it was as if we didn’t know what to do first.

Lisa, of course, came up with the plan. She looked at me and grinned. “Which one do you want first?”

I had been thinking about getting my lips on Emily’s body all day, so my choice was an easy one, but I didn’t want Nikki to think I didn’t desire her as well. “We’ll do it like this. Since Emily is my oldest and also the first baby I ever masturbated, I’ll start with her. Then we can all trade.”

I had told about masturbating the girls as babies in my “confession” and it had not surprised Nikki, which only meant Emily had already told her, but Lisa had been, shall we say, VERY interested in that aspect of my story.

Nikki grinned and moved toward Lisa, who I am sure felt she’d died and gone to sex fiend heaven, and Emily leapt into my arms, causing me to fall backwards onto the bed, and she glued her lips to mine for a passionate kiss.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Cheryl Taggert

Susan Thomas felt this summer vacation would be the best one she would ever have. She had decided long ago to see just how decadent she could be, and the results were, so far, making her life wonderful. She had been sexually precocious for as long as she could remember. She would slide down the poles on the jungle gym at school and feel the sensation on her very young pussy. That was in first grade. By the time she was in third grade, she was already masturbating, although orgasms had as yet eluded her. She became known in her neighborhood as the girl to ask about such things, and that had led to its share of games. Games that usually ended up with her and the others naked and happy.

She had shown her friend Heather how to masturbate when they were nine. Heather was as sexually adventurous as she was. And Heather had shown her gratitude for the next three years in their times together. In fact, they’d had their first orgasms together in a mutual masturbation fest. Heather’s had been the first pussy Susan had tasted, as hers had been Heather’s first. By the age of ten they would spend the night with each other and lay awake in bed long into the night, rubbing, humping, kissing, and forming a sweet 69, which Susan had learned about by sneaking and watching one of her parents’ videos. In fact, she and Heather would get it on with each other whenever the opportunity presented itself.

It was at the school’s end-of-the-year picnic just today that they had sneaked off to find a shady spot in the woods to have a little sex session. It was then they had been caught by Miss Simmons. At first they were mortified. Pictures of their parents’ shock and anger at what their little girls had been caught doing had filled their minds. But, as it was, things turned out very differently. Now they had a club. A Secret Club. She and Heather had even decided on a name for the club. “The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club,” of course. It all started when the girls made their own plans for what to do after eating their picnic lunch.

Susan had been sitting with Heather watching the other seventh graders kicking a soccer ball, throwing a Frisbee, and just running around. She was bored.

“Hey, where can we go to be alone?” Heather had nearly read her thoughts.

“Maybe we could just sneak away for a little while. That would suit me.”

“Okay. Let’s do it. I want to lick you, and I certainly can’t do that here.”

Heather’s words made Susan wet. Her pussy began to tingle gently with the anticipation of getting away alone with Heather.

As they wandered away from the others, they didn’t notice Miss Jennifer Simmons, their teacher, watching them. She had been observing the young girls and wondered just how close their friendship truly was. She was 23 now, in her first year of teaching, but when she had been the girls’ age, she’d had a friend that she enjoyed playing adult games with. These two seemed to be just as close as she and Lisa had been. When she watched them furtively sneaking their way into the woods, she was sure of it. They were going off to be alone, and not just to talk, she guessed. They could have done that almost anywhere on the field where the teachers could see them. These girls were going off to do things far from the prying eyes of adults. Either that, or they were skipping, but she doubted that. They had never skipped before and just weren’t the type to do that. No, a sixth sense told her they had sex on the brain, and that sixth sense was rarely wrong.

The thought of her and Lisa in their early adolescent horniness surfaced as it did often. She suddenly felt a stirring deep in her pussy that she recognized as an itch that would soon need to be scratched. She was the only woman she knew, except Lisa of course, who would qualify as a pedophile. Luckily, Lisa worked as another seventh grade teacher at the school as well. They both still longed for the taste of sweet young pussy, the younger the better. They were always on the lookout for young girls to teach more than math or science to. She decided to follow the girls to make sure that was what they were up to, although she was sure that it was. She told Lisa that she would be back after checking something out. Lisa must have seen the girls too, for she simply nodded and smiled, whispering a quick, “Good luck!”

Susan and Heather ducked into the cover of the trees and looked back to see if they’d been seen. They saw nobody looking in their direction. Miss Simmons seemed to be walking their way, but she stopped to speak to a group of boys who were playing a bit too roughly. Satisfied they had escaped notice, they began to walk farther into the woods to find the privacy they longed for.

On the way to follow the girls, Jennifer stopped for a moment to speak to some boys who were rough-housing. She then began to make her way toward the place in the woods where the two girls had entered the shady covering.

Susan and Heather had walked maybe fifty yards into the woods when they encountered a small clearing. A lean-to had been constructed, probably by some boys, over against a large oak tree. It seemed like a perfect place to have some private fun. Quickly they shed their clothing and lay in the bed of straw that covered the area beneath the lean-to.

“You think anyone will miss us?” asked Heather.

“I doubt it. Everyone is playing too hard, and Miss Simmons didn’t even see us leave. Now come closer.”

The girls began to kiss with a passion many twelve-year-olds have never known. Their tongues entwined and their hands began to explore each other’s breasts. Their tiny nipples atop their small breasts hardened into puckered nubs instantly as they gently pinched the nipples and began to knead the small titties they each had.

Susan moved her face down toward Heather’s titty. Though small, her breast was very rounded for a twelve-year-old’s. She had a small pink nipple that Susan found totally exciting. She began to suck as Heather lay back to let the adult feeling of sexual excitement wash over her. Susan took the small tit into her mouth, licking all of it as the small orb of flesh disappeared into her mouth. Susan’s hand moved down to the other girl’s mound, which was barely covered by an extremely thin down of hair that seemed to concentrate itself in a slim line along the edges of her pussy slit. It was a light brown color, slightly darker than the blond hair on her head, and Susan never tired of playing her fingers through the wispy pubic hairs.

This she did just before laying her middle finger across the slit to part the soft lips that hid Heather’s budding womanhood. Once there, her finger knew instinctively what to do. She and Heather had been lovers for three years now, and the familiarity with each other’s body allowed them to satisfy each other completely. Her finger moved in gentle circles, coaxing the tiny nub of her clitoris into attention. Her little girl juices were already flowing, as were Susan’s. She tenderly speared the girl’s pussy with her finger, while laying her palm across the mound to massage the slit into further excitement.

It was this sight that greeted Jennifer Simmons as she approached the clearing. Looking at the foot of the oak tree, she saw the girls’ garments in a heap. She could see the lower half of their bodies, but not their faces, so she couldn’t tell who was doing the fingering and who was being fingered. All she knew was that it made her pussy go from a slight simmer to a full boil in seconds to see them in such a sexual embrace.

As she watched the hand of one of the girls massage and finger the other girl’s sweet, young pussy, Jennifer began to rub her hands over her body quietly. She longed to join them, but was afraid of frightening them and causing them to stop what they were doing. She wanted them to continue more than anything else right now. The show itself was more than she had hoped for. She felt if they were caught too soon, not only would she not be able to coax them into joining her and Lisa for more fun, but they might become so scared that they would accept the risk of getting in trouble. She would have to play this carefully, catching them after she herself had cum. At least she could guarantee herself that much.

Unbuckling her belt and quietly unzipping and unsnapping her pants, she pushed her hand down toward the creamy mound that was screaming for attention. It wouldn’t take her long, she thought to herself. She hadn’t seen young girls together in a long time, and the vision that was before her now had her hotter than she had been in a while.

Reaching in, she began to massage her now soaking pussy mound, concentrating on the clit for maximum stimulation. As she rubbed herself into a sexual frenzy, she watched the girls playing with each other’s pussy. A hand was now at each of the pussies. A tiny titty was now in view as well. Jennifer just stood there, her hand at her steamy cunt and her eyes on the girls’ nearly hairless mounds. Fingers were going in and out of all three.

Unaware of their voyeur, Heather had started to finger Susan as well, but she wanted more. She wanted to lick Susan’s sweet little pussy, and she meant to do just that. She loved the fresh taste of Susan’s tiny slit. She began to move her body around so that her head was at Susan’s hips. As she did this, she froze, seeing Miss Simmons. She was utterly terrified at the prospect of what would now happen. The whole school would know. Her parents would know. She would probably be sent to some juvenile delinquents’ home or something.

Susan noticed her sudden attitude and body language. Heather had, for some reason, suddenly lost all interest in their little play time. Looking at Heather, she quickly realized they’d been caught. She turned her head, and what greeted her was indeed shocking, but for entirely different reasons.

For a split second, she, too, had spun an entire play of events that caused her incredible anguish. But then she saw what Heather, in her terror, had not seen yet. Miss Simmons was masturbating. The entire scene of having realized they were caught had lasted perhaps only two seconds. Miss Simmons had obviously been masturbating while watching them get it on. Her hand was still down the front of her unclasped pants, and her eyes, for the moment, were closed in ecstasy. Susan smiled at this knowledge. Miss Simmons was getting very close to coming herself, excited at the sight of her and Heather getting it on.

“Don’t worry,” Susan whispered. “Look down at her hand.”

Heather’s jaw dropped as she noticed what Susan already had. The realization dawned on the two girls that they had each other in a sort of stand-off where they each had “the goods” on the other. Miss Simmons couldn’t tell on them because they would tell on her as well. Their sudden mutual masturbation society had become a mutual blackmail society as well.

The thought of Miss Simmons watching them and masturbating caused an entirely knew sensation to pass through the girls. Suddenly, they wanted to know what an older woman’s pussy was like…how it tasted, how it felt…everything.

Miss Simmons opened her eyes and saw that the girls had noticed her. She noticed the girls were looking at the area where her hand was still pressed against her mound. She had not intended to get caught, of course, but the fact that they had all seen each other involved in acts they shouldn’t have been was serendipitous. Jennifer realized she could use it to get the girls into a little secret club where only the girls, Lisa, and she were the members. Although masturbation was not something she could be fired for, doing so while watching two of her twelve-year-old female students was. Yes, it may indeed have been a fortunate occurrence. It forced all of their hands, she thought, smiling at the pun.

“Well, I guess we caught each other red-handed, so to speak,” she said to the naked girls. The girls grinned. Yes, they certainly understood the implications, and both seemed okay with the idea. In fact, they seemed positively delighted. And why shouldn’t they be? Nobody was going to get into trouble here, only into each other’s pussies.

Jennifer walked over to where the young girls sat beneath the lean-to and sat down beside them after pulling her pants and panties to her knees. She delighted in the way the two girls stared at her full-grown pussy.

“I figured since you showed me yours, I would show you mine,” Jennifer laughed, recalling the age-old line from childhood. “So what all have you two done before?”

“Everything,” said Susan.

“Do you know what all that includes?” Jennifer asked, wondering if the girls had enjoyed oral sex.

“What do you think it means?” asked Heather.

“Does the student want a teacher? Okay. To me it means kissing, touching, fingering, and licking pussies and titties, and maybe some things I haven’t mentioned yet.”

The girls nodded. “Yeah, we’ve done those things,” said Susan. “Have you?”

Jennifer looked into the girls’ eyes. “Since around the time you were born,” she said, knowing they knew her age and would do the math. This would tell them she had been just like they were.

“But you would have been only eleven when we were born,” said Heather. “Were you our age?”

“As a matter of fact, I was twelve when I had my first sex with a girl. I had been masturbating even before then. I had my first orgasm when I was nine.

The girls were in awe of her. They had never thought that anyone else could be like they were. It was typical of the age. Jennifer called it the “nobody is like me” stage kids go through.

“Well, girls, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, and we do have to be getting back soon. Care to continue?”

“Let’s make a chain,” Heather suggested. The daisy chain seemed just fine with Susan as well.

The girls watched as Miss Simmons lifted her top and bra to expose her breasts. They were mesmerized by the breasts that were large compared to theirs. “First, you two get one each,” she said, and the girls dived for the adult titties with relish.

Small mouths clamped onto the swollen nipples, sucking and licking fervently. Miss Simmons lay back and let the girls have their time with her tit flesh. She continued stroking her fiery pussy as they did, nearly reaching orgasm several times, but holding off until they could become more intimate.

Soon the girls were eager to try her pussy, so she let them devour it, licking and sucking the adult mound while they fingered their own pussies in the intense excitement. Miss Simmons came then, unable to hold it back. Their pretty little mouths exciting her in ways that she had only dreamed of since she was their age. Finally, Jennifer suggested they begin their daisy chain so they could all come and get back to the school yard before they were missed.

Each of the two young girls lay on their sides, Susan’s mouth to Heather’s as Heather reached for her teacher’s larger pussy. Jennifer–Miss Simmons forever to the children–began to lick and suck Susan’s sweet, tender young pussy like a starving baby at her mother’s breast. She licked all around the tiny folds of skin, popping the small nub of a clit into her drooling mouth and sucking it.

Miss Simmons felt Heather’s fingers exploring her larger and hairier cunt. She managed to get three fingers into her steaming vagina, and began to pump away while her little mouth and tongue glued themselves to the frothy cunt. She sure knows what she’s doing, thought Jennifer as her body was wracked with yet another orgasm.

Her own mouth explored Susan’s tight pussy. She was able to cover the entire slit with her mouth and push her tongue into the young girl’s sexual orifice. The little pussy was nearly hairless, and the cum juices were intoxicatingly sweet, like fresh honey straight from the hive. She felt Susan begin to stiffen and push her hips toward the endless onslaught of Jennifer’s mouth, lips, and tongue. She knew the little girl was going to cum, and she renewed her efforts to get the precious twelve-year-old over the hump to a mind blasting orgasm. She sensed the same reactions from Heather. Her little body was reacting to Susan’s ministrations as well, building toward the inevitable wash of wave after wave of cumming.

Finally, the girls began to spasm and their bodies churned as their orgasms spun through them.

Soon, all three had finished cumming, the two twelve-year-old nymphs and the twenty-three-year-old seductress. She was happy that Heather needed no instruction in the practice of pussy licking. She had done a marvelous job of making her teacher come, not once, but twice more after her initial orgasm caused by the young girls’ simultaneous assault on her pussy. But all good things must end, and it was important that they all return to the school yard.

The most important thing now was to make sure they weren’t seen by anyone. It wouldn’t be good if they were seen leaving the woods. Questions would be asked, and the only plausible story Miss Simmons could come up with was that the girls were interested in the flora of the woods and she had gone out there with them during the picnic to take the opportunity to teach them about the environment. While she would certainly be believed, it would cause people to notice if she were spending any extra time with the girls, which she sincerely hoped she could do without being caught. Spending too much time with the girls in the woods could look suspicious, even though a female pedophile was rare. Of course what the administration of this school didn’t know was that there were two of them on the faculty. And Jennifer intended to include Lisa as much as possible as well.

“Won’t Miss Taylor notice you were gone for so long?” Susan asked.

“Don’t you worry about Miss Taylor.” Again she looked at the girls as if imparting a wonderful secret. “Just who do you think I did these things with when I was your age?”

Both girls stopped in their tracks, shocked again. They looked at each other, wide-eyed, with jaws hanging open as well.

Looking back at Miss Simmons, Heather said, “You mean you and Miss Taylor–?”

“That’s exactly what I mean. In fact, we share a condo, which has two bedrooms only to make people think we sleep in separate rooms. We don’t, of course. I use one of the rooms to keep my belongings in just to fool people. I am certain she will want to join our little club as well. But, of course you understand that there can never be a word about this to anyone. She and I would go to jail, and you could both end up in a reform school for girls. And while some of the things that go on there would please you, many of them wouldn’t.”

“Don’t worry, Miss Simmons. We would never tell a soul. It would ruin our club meetings.” Both the girls laughed at this statement by Heather, and Jennifer joined in the laughter.

As they approached the edge of the woods that led out again onto the school yard, they looked toward the playing children and Miss Taylor. Susan and Heather saw her in a different light now. They felt like a part of a conspiratorial group. And the idea that Miss Taylor may not guess that they knew was exciting as well. It was like an extra secret that would last until Miss Simmons told her life-long friend and lover.

Deciding the coast was clear, Miss Simmons suggested they go ahead and exit the woods. She had told them what their story would be if they were seen. It wouldn’t do to have them all telling different versions if they were questioned.

As it turned out, Lisa Taylor was the only one who saw them. Her pussy began to dance as she realized the chumminess of the group could only mean one thing. They had been gone far too long not to have had some fun together, and Lisa was dying to try out the two young girls herself as soon as she could get alone with them. They were both very pretty girls, reminding her of Jennifer and her when they were that age. Of course they were still very pretty at 23, but what they both wanted more than anything was a young girl to whom they could teach everything about sex. And now, it appeared, they had two.

Lisa watched as the two girls went off to play by themselves and Jennifer, whom she called Jen, came over to where she was standing. When she got there, Lisa leaned in a bit and sniffed. Yes, it was true. She could smell the scent of young pussy on Jen’s mouth and chin. She had been standing there clenching her thighs together, and the aroma of the little girl’s pussy along with the realization that she, too, would soon be enjoying the children made her cum right in the middle of the school yard. She reached out for Jen’s shoulder to steady herself as the orgasm peaked, then passed. Jennifer, of course, knew what was happening and allowed Lisa to finish before speaking.

They were standing apart from all the children, out of earshot, so Jen could be free with her words. “They were nude when I got to them. They are very experienced. They caught me rubbing my pussy, and I caught them in the middle of everything. It worked out better than you can imagine.”

Lisa looked over at the girls now. They were looking at her and smiling. Smiling with a knowledge that this was all about fun and keeping secrets, and smiling at the knowledge that she, too, was a part of their little club. And then each girl lifted her hand and waved secretively, shy but excited smiles still plastered on their cherubic faces.

“I’m going to have to change my panties as soon as we get home.”

“So am I,” Jennifer answered.

Of course, Susan didn’t know exactly what Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor had said, but she knew what it was about. And the look on Miss Taylor’s face had said she was, indeed, excited about the idea of their little club. She and Heather had watched the women talking, and Miss Taylor had looked like she might cum. Or maybe she had; Susan couldn’t tell for sure, but she thought it was odd she’d never touched her pussy if she had, indeed, had an orgasm right there in the school yard. Miss Taylor had made it a point to stop and speak with the girls before they left school.

“You won’t tell?” she had asked quietly, assuring herself.

“Not unless you do,” had been Susan’s reply.

“Well, I certainly won’t,” she’d replied.

“Miss Taylor?” Susan asked.

“Yes, hon?”

“Did you, um, did you have an orgasm a minute ago?”

“Yes.”

“Without even touching yourself?” asked Heather.

“Yep. It’s called a spontaneous orgasm. They’re wonderful.” The two twelve-year-olds marveled at this news. They had no idea you could come that way.

They made a date with Miss Taylor for them all to meet at the mall the next afternoon after the adults had finished with their day’s work at the school, finishing everything up for the previous year and preparing for the coming year. The students last day was today, but the teachers had to work until Friday. After that they would all have the entire summer and beyond to enjoy each other.

 

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cheryl Taggert

The sun was shining in the window when Heather awoke the next morning. She was starting to get over her jealousy of her little sister Tina’s relationship with Susan, her best friend. After all, there was plenty of fun for them all. She looked over at the twin bed that Tina now lay in, smiling at a dream she was having. Heather got up from her bed and eased over to Tina’s, but not before checking to make sure the bedroom door was locked. She also checked to be sure it had closed tightly because sometimes the door would swell ever so slightly and would appear to be closed when it was not.

Heather knelt by the bed and watched her baby sister sleep. She could understand Susan’s infatuation with her. She was very pretty. Her soft blonde hair was down to the middle of her back, and she had little dimples in her cheeks that made her look so cute. Unlike many sisters, Heather was happy her little sister was so pretty. That made the fun they had all the better.

As Heather watched Tina sleep, she noticed that Tina’s breathing was becoming a bit faster than was usual for sleeping. The covers were over her to mid tummy, and she lay on her left side facing Heather. Her right arm was out of the covers, but her left was still under them, out of sight. It was in noticing this that Heather saw that there were little movements beneath the covers in the area where Tina’s hips flared ever so gently beneath the covers. Heather wondered if Tina was having a sex dream and was masturbating in her sleep. Tina was eleven now, the same age Heather was when she began having such delightful dreams. The thought that Tina might be dreaming and masturbating at the same time caused Heather’s pussy to begin to tingle a bit. She decided to find out without waking Tina, who slept like the dead anyway.

Raising the covers, Heather saw exactly what she thought she would. Tina’s left hand was rubbing her little pussy over her panties, gently squeezing the mound in drowsy but obvious enjoyment. Heather could smell her juices as they dampened her panties. She knew Tina wouldn’t want Mom to notice the stains, so she decided to help her little sister out of her cotton panties.

Gently, she took the elastic band of the panties and began to nudge them down over the small flare of Tina’s hips. Tina was completely unaware that anything out of the ordinary was happening. Heather had learned from experience that something as mild as undressing Tina would not wake her. She remembered her father holding Tina by her ankles as she slept without waking her. She had wet the bed until she was seven because of her inability to wake up. Mom had finally forbidden her to drink anything for three hours before bedtime. Anyway, that deep sleep of hers was an advantage now. Heather suddenly imagined that it would be an advantage for her for years to come.

Still pulling, Heather managed to slip the panties off of her little sister. Tina’s left hand had never stopped its squeezing. Once the panties had been taken out of the way, she simply continued to rub and squeeze her soft, swollen mound. In fact, Tina let out a little moan in her sleep. Obviously, the skin-to-skin contact was much better, even in her sleep.

Mesmerized, Heather continued to watch her little sister masturbating for a moment. She wondered what dream she could be having. Maybe it was about her? Or perhaps it concerned Susan, Tina’s newest lover? Maybe it was about all three of them together the way they had been yesterday afternoon? All Heather knew for sure was that she was getting very turned on watching Tina play with her little mound. She watched as her index and middle fingers separated the folds of her pussy, easing between the lips and beginning direct rubbing of the small, hooded clitoris that was now peeking out of its hiding place.

Heather eased Tina onto her back with a tiny nudge. As she drifted onto her back, her legs spread, making her wet pussy more accessible. Tina began to increase the tempo of her actions, rubbing her moist lips with more of a rhythm to match her building excitement. Reaching down to her own pussy, Heather eased her hand into her panties and began to rub and finger herself. She was surprised at how truly wet her little slit had become.

With her hand still kneading the flesh of her small clit and surrounding area, Heather moved between Tina’s spread legs, placing her mouth directly over the mound where Tina’s fingers were now having a field day. Leaning down, she placed her lips onto the moistened slit. She licked it, darting her tongue here and there, making Tina moan with increased passion. She dipped her tongue into the tiny hole that was her vagina. Her hymen had been taken in a bicycle accident, so Heather did not need to worry about any resistance from that. Heather pressed a bit harder into the soft, swollen mound of her little sister’s pussy.

Tina began to move her hips in a rocking motion, meeting the tongue in reality that was probably also performing the same dance in her dream. Heather was so hot that she was making her own fingers dance across the slippery inner labia of her hot little twat. Tina’s hand had dropped away once Heather’s tongue had taken its place, so Heather had full access to every fold and crease in the tiny love box. Heather’s tongue began to match the rhythm of Tina’s thrusts. As she tongued the pussy of her sister who was only a year younger than she was, Heather realized that they were both speeding toward mind-crashing orgasms. She, for one, couldn’t wait. She glanced up at Tina, who was still asleep, still dreaming of her dream lover, whoever that was. Her head tossed from side to side. Whatever her brain was telling her, her body was screaming about the approaching orgasm.

Heather devoured Tina’s ripe pussy, slobbering over the labia, adding her spit to the flow of Tina’s vagina. Just a few more seconds and they would both be tossed over the brink of the waterfall that would signal the start of their orgasm. Right there…right THERE… yes… YES…”AAAHHHHH!” her mouth moaned into the dripping pussy. She felt the waves of contraction and orgasm flood Tina as well. . . .

In her mind, Tina knew she was dreaming. These things just didn’t happen in real life, and she was somehow aware that they didn’t and was thus aware of the dream. Her mind, of course, accepted the dream. It was a very sexy one.

She lay on a bed, which was covered with a completely black sheet. She was naked and as she looked down at her nakedness, she saw that she was also tied down. Her legs were spread, her arms outstretched, and her ankles and wrists were tied so that she couldn’t move, at least not to get away. And she didn’t want to get away. Standing around her were perhaps a dozen women and girls, all equally naked. They ranged in age from around six up to perhaps forty. And all of them, every one of them, was masturbating wildly as they looked at her nude body tied to the black-clad bed.

She was horny watching them. And they were equally horny watching her. Power seemed to surge throughout her body. She noticed a girl who was maybe 15 or 16 standing nearby, both hands busy at her hair-covered pussy. She was pistoning her fingers in and out of her drenched vagina. No, she was pushing her entire HAND into herself. She was fucking herself with one hand while the other was a blur on her clitoris, which protruded into easy view.

Tina then saw a little girl about 6 or 7 who was the youngest. Her pussy was totally bare, but she had tiny breasts, with nipples puckering out toward Tina. Suddenly the little girl was on top of Tina, her mouth seemingly glued to her breast, sucking the flesh into her hungry mouth. Her hand went to Tina’s waiting pussy, rubbing it softly.

It was at this point that Tina’s hand found her own pussy in bed. She imitated the strokes that were being pressed into her pussy in her dream.

Tina noticed the girl with her hand inside her own vagina. She had leaned over and was sucking and licking the little girl’s pussy. She was slobbering all over it in her need for the little girl’s pussy cream.

Then as suddenly as she had appeared over her, the little girl was gone, replaced by the older girl that Tina had come to call the hand girl in her dream. The hand girl kissed her passionately on the lips, exploring the inside of her mouth with her desperate tongue. Somehow she had now put her other hand into Tina’s little pussy. At first she wanted to protest in the dream, but the sensation felt no different than simply touching her pussy. The hand girl was fist-fucking herself and Tina at the same time.

Then she was gone. The woman now making love to her looked a lot like her mother. Then Tina realized that it was her mother. Her mother was lying on her and making love to her eleven-year-old daughter! Tina was more turned on in her dream than she had ever been before. The idea of making love with her mother seemed to open some sort of flood gates. The idea had never occurred to her in real life, but it was terribly erotic in her dream. Vaguely, she wondered in the part of her mind that knew it was a dream whether or not the idea when she was fully awake would be as hot as it was in the dream. Then that aware portion of her brain faded again, and she was back in the dream.

Her mother was suddenly licking her pussy. All the other women of various ages, moved closer to watch.

“Fuck your baby,” they began to chant. They repeated it in a staccato rhythm that her hips began to match in the real world. “Fuck your baby! Fuck your baby!” they continued. The volume of their chant was rising. They were all masturbating, rubbing their pussies. Then they were pairing off. Tina could see them in spite of the fact that she was tied to the bed. The hand girl and another girl her age were now finger-fucking the little girl. Other girls and women were kissing, fondling, sucking tongues, breasts, and pussies. She suddenly recognized Susan and Heather as they paired off, kissing and fondling each other while keeping one eye on Tina. Her mind reeled with the eroticism of the images that undulated and throbbed before her young eyes. Being on display in her dream turned her on incredibly.

Although their mouths were occupied with sex, Tina could still hear the chant as it echoed throughout the room. Her pussy seemed to be on fire as her mother went down on her, sucking all the juices from her tasty cunt. She could feel the approaching orgasm as it built up to a point that was like water bursting over the dam and flooding the countryside. She was almost there. Almost. Just a little more. And. And. THERE! She was cumming in her dream. Her mother’s mouth was bringing her off. It was absolutely incredible in its force.

Tina woke to the sounds of her own cries of pleasure to find her big sister Heather licking her pussy like a starving dog. Tina just lay back and enjoyed the waves that washed over her, a tidal flood of lust that was released into her older sister’s mouth. She reached for her pillow and thrust it over her mouth to muffle the cries of intense pleasure. She wouldn’t want her mother to hear and come to investigate. Then the image of the dream leapt into her mind, and the thought caused another wave of orgasm to pound her young body. She convulsed with the cresting waves. It was the best orgasmic experience of her life. She was only eleven, and already she had achieved multiple orgasms. The beat of cumming continued for several minutes.

Finally, Heather lay back, aware that her baby sister had awakened at some point while she was cumming. She looked up at the lucky young girl. Heather knew that Tina had been cumming for over a minute. Heather could have multiple orgasms as well, but not this time since masturbation usually did not result in more than one, maybe two climaxes.

Whatever that dream was, it was awfully good, Heather thought to herself. She would try to find out.

“Good morning,” she said with a knowing smile.

“Yeah,” was all Tina could muster.

“You sure had fun. What was the dream about?”

“How do you know I was dreaming?” asked Tina nervously. She didn’t want to discuss the dream and its contents. She was embarrassed that she’d had a sexual dream about her mother making love to her. Even more embarrassing was the fact that it had turned her on so much.

“Because I could tell. You were breathing rapidly; you were moaning; and most of all, you were masturbating under the covers.”

“Well, I don’t remember it,” Tina said, not looking at Heather. Heather could tell she was lying. She remembered. She just didn’t want Heather to know about it. Why not? What could be so personal she couldn’t share it with her older sister? She decided to prod her for answers.

“Yes, you do. I can tell that too. You’re lying. Why?”

“Listen, I just don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“Fine. But I am the one who helped you with that mind-blowing orgasm. And I AM family, so I can’t see where telling me about it would be so bad. I mean, whatever it was, it really had you going.”

Heather’s comment about being family touched a nerve. She began to think that maybe she could tell Heather. They were already in an incestuous relationship. How could she put her down for what happened in a dream?

“If I tell you, do you promise you won’t make fun of me or something? It’s really personal.”

Heather could see she was serious. It may have brought on a tremendous orgasm, but the dream also managed to upset Tina in some way. Heather could see the questions that hung just below the surface of Tina’s expression. “I won’t,” she assured her.

Tina looked at the floor. “We’re already in an incest type relationship, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Heather answered. “Why?”

“Does that ever bother you?”

“No, why should it?”

Tina was still looking at the floor. “I dreamed Mom had sex with me while a bunch of other women and girls watched and masturbated, including you and Susan.”

Heather was shocked. Not because Tina had dreamed what she did, but that she herself had both dreamed about sex with her mom AND fantasized about it. Their mother was a very pretty woman with a great figure. She had turned down numerous offers to model when she was younger because she had wanted to start a family instead. It had never occurred to Heather that her sister might end up having the same dreams and fantasies. (Well, she assumed Tina would have the fantasies. The idea had certainly turned her on enough, much as it had done for herself.)

Heather just stared at Tina. Tina’s cheeks turned crimson. She still couldn’t look Heather in the face.

“You think I’m sick, don’t you? You think I need some time in a loony bin or something, huh?” Tears had begun to well up in Tina’s frightened eyes.

Suddenly, the spell broke and Heather was able to move. She pulled her little sister to her and hugged her tight. “No, I don’t think you’re sick, and I don’t think you belong in a loony bin. I’ve had the same kinds of dreams. I’ve even fantasized about having sex with Mom while I masturbated.”

There. The truth was out now. They could now go on with whatever came next.

Tina drew back from the embrace and looked at Heather for the first time since telling her about the dream. This was unreal.

“You’re joking, aren’t you? You’re just saying that to make me feel better, aren’t you?”

“No, Tina. It’s true. I rub myself off at least once a week thinking about doing it with Mom. She’s gorgeous. I dreamed she came into our bedroom one night and made love to me. It was about as good an orgasm as you had.”

Tina looked at Heather. This was too fucking much. This was purely amazing. She was very turned on, but more than that, she had decided that she and Heather were going to seduce their own mother. It seemed almost pre-ordained or something. They would have to find a way to satisfy their lust for their mother.

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At the same time that Tina was having her incredible multiple orgasm, Jennifer and Lisa were walking out the door of their apartment for work. It was a day they looked forward to with much anticipation. Susan and Heather were going to meet with them today. They would be able to renew an activity that had long been dormant.

It hadn’t been dormant because of these two beautiful women in their early twenties and their desire to find someone willing to fulfill their lust for young girls. It had been dormant because of the risks involved in having sex with a minor. That had changed yesterday, however. They now knew two young girls who were more than willing to have fun with them while maintaining the secret of their times together.

They had spent the morning preparing for their tête á tête with glee while also spending a few moments fondling the right places, both on each other and themselves. They hoped this would be a day to remember, and for all the right reasons.

Just as Tina was telling Heather the truth about her dream, Susan was waking in her own bed a couple of blocks away with a familiar tingling sensation growing in her lower belly. She didn’t want to masturbate, though, as she and Heather were planning to have numerous orgasms later that day with Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor.

They had already had fun with Jennifer in the woods near the school yesterday at the end-of-the-year party. Now Susan was looking forward to enjoying sex with Miss Taylor as well. She wondered if she would taste anything like Miss Simmons, or would she be different? One thing she knew was she could hardly wait until they met later that day. It was going to be a wonderful day.

Little did any of them know that it would be an even better day than any of them thought!

Continue on to Chapter 4