Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Jenny and the Girls

By Cheryl Taggert

The following is a story I had completely forgotten about on the Nifty.org site, where I originally published my stories. This was written quite a few years ago, and I have polished it some and changed the title to post it here. The original version’s opening wasn’t that plausible, so I have re-worked it. I’m still not all that happy with it, but I’ll let it stand or not as it is now. I will post the other two chapters in the coming weeks. Re-formatting from Nifty to here is rather time-consuming. We will see if it gets my attention again for further chapters.

They say it takes one to know one, and I found this to be true when it came to my secret passion. You see, I love children, but more than emotional love. I am a female “lover” of children. You know, sexually. I’d use the “P” word, but it has such negative vibes associated with it. Add to that the fact that I am 100% lesbian, and you will understand my interests.

But women view sex differently than men do. It is an emotional and spiritual outlet as well as physical. So when we have sex with young girls, it is more than something for our own gratification, more than just getting ourselves off. It is a loving bond that exists between us and the girls we love. I guess that would include boys as well, but since they aren’t my taste, I will refrain from talking about what I don’t know. I do know girls. I am one, and I was a young one as well, and I know how we think…and react.

You see, it’s all about love, affection, and being cared about beyond those surface things that so many people, including our families, are interested in. It’s about finding a soul mate.

I am lucky enough to have found not one, but two. And that brings me to my first statement.

My name is Cheryl, you see, and soon after I first saw Jenny, I knew she was like me. Of course, we are different in many ways: for instance, she is a bit shorter than I am and I am blonde and she is brunette, but that’s not what I mean. I am not talking about the physical at all. I’m talking about that other thing–a love for young girls. Of course my interest in her was also because I found her extraordinarily attractive. After all, I am more than a lover of children. I love adults as well. I had masturbated frequently having all sorts of fantasies that involved Jenny. I desperately wanted those fantasies to become a reality.

She, like me, is a teacher. A sixth grade teacher. I would watch her when she was watching her class during lunch, or on the rare occasions we would take them outside for some down time. Her eyes would be on the girls much more than on the boys. And I would notice the little things as well. Those eyes would definitely react to the sight of a young girl who wore a dress and was sitting with her legs spread below the lunch table, oblivious that anyone could see up her skirt from two tables away. I would watch as Jenny’s eyes would glaze over at the sight of the young girl’s cotton panties, which barely concealed the hairless slit beneath.

It was when I noticed she licked her lips at such a sight that I was convinced, but I needed even more proof before confronting her about it. I got that proof one day after school.

Curious, I entered her room one day after school. Her door was unlocked, as we were instructed to keep them unlocked for the custodial staff to not have to unlock them to clean the rooms. They locked each room when they were finished. I went to her desk and started opening drawers. I wasn’t sure or even aware of what I was looking for. I just was curious what she might have. What she had was a gold mine in the form of a novel, stuck under some papers in the back of a desk drawer. An erotic novel about a woman like me and a young girl. The girl was ten, the woman thirty-five. It had taken me a few minutes to find it and a few more to read most of the scene where she had a bookmark placed. It was apparently one of her favorite scenes in the book. I could see why since it got me wet by the end of the second page.

That was when I decided to confront Jenny and become lovers.

The opportunity for this began when we had both taken our classes outside. A young girl was sitting on a bench in the school’s commons area, and amid the giggles she was sharing with a friend, she had allowed multiple peeks at her panties, which were a light blue with small red hearts. I was standing with Jenny making small talk when I noticed that her eyes would wander over my shoulder to look at something happening behind me. Curious to see if it was what I hoped it might be, I turned around and was greeted by the giggling girls and the one cutie’s undies.

I looked back at Jenny. “I’ve noticed you seem to enjoy sights like that one.”

“Like what one?” she asked, pretending not to understand.

“I’ve seen you looking at the girls’ panties in the lunchroom and out here. I would wager you spend a lot of time doing so in the class as well.”

Jenny blushed, redness spreading up her neck and into her cheeks. The blush branded her next words to be the lie I would expect from anyone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she said, barely getting the words out.

I decided to plunge right in and put her mind at ease so we could discuss what I knew to be our mutual desires. “Jenny, I have a confession to make–several in fact. I went into your room and searched your desk. It was hard to find, but I found the book you are reading. You know. The one with the thirty-five-year-old woman and the ten-year-old girl. It’s okay. I enjoy the same things. Your secret’s safe with me as long as my secret’s safe with you.”

I could practically see the wheels spinning in her brain, making sense of my words yet refusing to believe I had said what I had. I made it clearer. “That’s right. I like little girls too. And not just on an emotional level. I feel just like you do at the sight of that little girl’s panties, the ones with the red hearts.” Still she stared, unbelieving.

I plunged on, knowing this would eventually lead to her admission to me that she felt the same–and more perhaps. “Just like you, seeing that makes my pussy wet.”

Jenny exhaled and I realized she had not been breathing. “Oh, my God.” Her eyes tilted toward the ground and I could see the tears welling up in those beautiful eyes. Then she looked up at me again. “You won’t tell anyone?”

“Of course I won’t.” Glancing over my shoulder again at the young girl with the heart panties, I said, “She’s gorgeous. What’s her name?”

“Mollie.”

That she was a beautiful child was the truth. Mollie was an eleven-year-old knockout. She had blond hair that cascaded past her shoulders to her shoulder blades. Her hips were beginning to swell outward and her little nipples were beginning to puff into little plums and cause tiny hills in her tops. She had a slender nose and close-set brown eyes that looked as though they could cajole anything from anyone with the right look…and the most kissable, full red lips I had ever seen on a child her age.

Jenny and I stood beside each other, looking at the panty-covered pussy being displayed before us. I was grateful for dark sunglasses.

I said, “I can’t believe I have found someone like me. I thought I might be the only woman within 1000 miles who felt like this.”

“Same here. And it turns out we are right across the hall from each other at work.” We laughed a bit, more from the release of stress than from the humor or irony of the situation.

“So what are we going to do about it?” she asked. I had been wondering the same thing. Or maybe it would be more rightly called fantasizing about it.

“I assume you like grown women as well,” I said, glancing at her then returning to the two giggling girls. I had begun to realize the other girl’s shorts were short enough to be able to glimpse her panties through the leg holes when she moved certain ways.

“Yes,” she said. “I’ve noticed you many times…and thought about you when alone.” The implication was obvious.

Mollie and her friend got up from the bench and moved toward some of their friends, so I turned to Jenny. “So, your place or mine?”

She looked at me and smiled. “You choose.”

“Okay, then, my place at 7.” I gave her the address of my apartment, and she knew where it was.

After school, she walked into my classroom and closed the door behind her. “I have something I must show you. It’s in your coat room.”

Each classroom has a small area behind a wall at the back of the room where coat hooks lined the opposite wall. It was for students to hang their coats and sweaters and was not visible to anyone who entered the room unannounced. I think I knew what she wanted to show me.

When we entered, she turned suddenly and kissed me, her tongue moving swiftly to mine. I had been wet all that afternoon since we’d spoken and had gotten my students busy with some seat work to allow me time to think about Jenny, not to mention a few students in my class as well as Mollie. I had nearly come several times just from the fantasies and the constant leg motions beneath my desk, along with the occasional quick rubs from my hands.

We parted from our kiss and she was pulling down her slacks, tugging her panties along with them. I eyed her exposed pussy. It was completely bald. “I keep it waxed,” she said. “Do you like it?”

I knelt down and took her shapely ass in my hands, breathing in the aroma of her very wet pussy. “I love it!” I said and leaned in for a few licks. Her breathing quickened immediately.

“Wait,” she panted. “We can’t do this here. I’ll make too much noise and the principal will investigate.” This was true. The office was on the other side of my coatroom wall. I willed myself to stand on wobbly knees. I kissed her again.

“Don’t be late,” I said, composing myself.

“Should I bring anything?” she asked.

“Just those two girls we were watching today.” I laughed, but she just smiled, a strange glint in her eyes.

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When my doorbell rang at 7 o’clock, and I opened the door, I began the outrageous mental journey of figuring out exactly what that glint had been.

Jenny was standing there, grinning like someone who had pulled off the world’s most marvelous magic trick, and Mollie and her friend were on each side of her, sporting that same grin.

The two eleven-year-old beauties rushed in and hugged me as only young children can while I simply stared at Jenny, a million different thoughts rushing through my mind at once and causing me great confusion. I found myself wondering why Jenny would bring the girls, the thought that they might be joining us not even entering my mind. I guess I found that idea to be too unlikely to even consider. I was wondering how much she had told the girls and how much she hadn’t, as well as why she would bring two eleven-year-olds on a date with me. I know it sounds crazy, but I did not once think they were all three sexually active with each other, which of course is what it turned out to be.

And of course, what Jenny didn’t know is that I had my own surprise.

At that moment, my surprise walked in from the kitchen, a Pepsi in her hand. My daughter froze when she saw that not only was the woman I had told her would be coming for dinner there, but two girls her own age as well. Dani smiled. “Hi!” she said, smiling broadly, always the outgoing and friendly one.

Jenny froze, stunned too much to move and probably wondering who this was as much as I was wondering why she’d brought Mollie and her friend, whose name I still did not know. I, too, could not move, since the appearance of Dani only added to the overall confusion because I knew Jenny didn’t know who she was.

The two girls who had been hugging me, however, had no such problems. They immediately rushed to Dani and started a conversation as if they’d known each other all their lives. In the midst of this, I at least found out Mollie’s friend was named Emily.

I looked at Jenny. “That’s my daughter, Dani. She attends Jackson Middle School.” Dani invited the girls into the kitchen to get a Pepsi for themselves as Jenny’s eyes widened. “Wow! That’s so…” I expected her to finish with something like “surprising,” but neither of those came forth. “…HOT!” She managed.

I quickly realized what she was thinking. “Oh, no. No. We don’t… I mean she doesn’t… She doesn’t know about me…at all.”

Jenny looked slightly disappointed and a moment of protection came over me, but then I realized that Dani was a very pretty girl, so of course Jenny would be attracted to her. “Oh,” she said, slightly disappointed. Then realizing what she had implied, she stammered, “Oh! Oh, Cheryl. I am so sorry. I would never actually hit on your daughter. It’s just that…”

We stared at each other, and suddenly the humor of the situation hit us and we began to laugh hysterically. The girls, returning from the kitchen, just looked at us and shrugged before continuing their own conversation about where they went to school, what their favorite TV shows were, and such things as that.

“Excuse us, girls. We adults need to talk some things over,” I said. “Dani, why don’t you show Mollie and Emily your room?”

The three eleven-year-olds walked in a giggling mass to Dani’s room, leaving Jenny and me alone. We went to the sofa and sat down together.

“So you have a daughter? If she doesn’t know about you, what was she going to be doing while we made love?” Jenny said.

“First, she sleeps like a rock. I was just going to have dinner with you and Dani, we’d spend some time watching TV, and I would send Dani to bed. Within twenty minutes, she’d be so asleep she wouldn’t hear it if a dozen eighteen-wheeled trucks somehow got into the apartment and revved their engines and blasted their horns.”

“Are you serious? She sleeps that soundly?”

“Of course I’m exaggerating, but basically, yes. We could have sex in her bedroom and she’d never know it. Why would you bring Mollie and Emily? What were we going to do with them? Knock them out? And what did you tell their parents? What did you tell Molly and Emily?”

“What were we going to do with them?” Jenny repeated my question, then answered it. Leaning towards me, she nodded with each word: “Have…sex.”

“But how were we going to get them to–” I stopped cold, suddenly understanding. We didn’t have to seduce them. They’d already been seduced.

“The two girls and I are already lovers. We have been since last fall.”

If I hadn’t already been sitting down, I would have fallen over.

“Why do you think Mollie keeps showing me her panties? She’s getting me hot and she knows it. Think about it. How many girls wear skirts or dresses every day? And I told their parents I needed some help with some grading and things. They stay at my place frequently.”

Now it was my turn. “Oh my God.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“It was.”

“But what about Dani? She must think I brought the girls for her to have company. And I can tell you those two aren’t going to be completely satisfied just doing normal eleven-year-old shit.”

“That’s a good question. She won’t go to sleep as long as she has ‘friends’ here.”

We sighed. It seemed that dinner would be the only thing we’d get to do tonight. We were both very disappointed, especially since Jenny had brought two lovely young girls. I hadn’t done anything with a young girl since Dani was in Brownies and I had managed to get one of the girls in her troop to “play house,” making it seem as though she had talked me into the game one time when Dani was sick and no other girls showed up for the meeting. And even then it had only been some light kissing and some touching of each other’s pussies. I was so horny I could have come with a slight touch, which I would have to administer myself, apparently, once Jenny and the girls had left.

We chatted for the next half-hour until the kitchen timer went off, signaling that the lasagna was done. Jenny followed me into the kitchen and I asked her to get the salad out of the fridge while I pulled the lasagna out of the oven.

“I’ll get the girls. Where’s Dani’s room?” Jenny said.

“Just follow the noise,” I said, laughing lightly.

Jenny stepped out of the kitchen and stopped. “What noise?” she asked.

“Third door on the left down the hall,” I said and began putting the food on the table. A moment later, Jenny was back in the small dining room, but without the girls.

“They washing up?” I asked, but when I saw the look on Jenny’s face, I knew they weren’t. She had the look of someone not sure how to say something.

“What?” I asked her, getting annoyed with the whole situation.

“Shh… You’d better come see for yourself. Just DON’T be mad.”

She tip-toed down the hallway to the slightly opened door to Dani’s room, and for some reason I did too.

With her finger across her lips, she motioned for me to look into Dani’s room. As I leaned forward, the sight sent me reeling.

Mollie and Emily were on Dani’s bed. They were kissing and humping each other’s thighs through their clothes, obviously making love with each other. I watched, fascinated, as Emily’s butt rose rhythmically from the panting Mollie, rubbing her pussy against Mollie’s thigh. Mollie, more or less on the bottom, was humping for all she was worth. Then I wondered where Dani was. I adjusted myself to get a different angle of the room and saw her. She was sitting in her chair at the bottom corner of her bed and was watching the two girls together. Her hand was in her lap, frantically rubbing herself through her clothes. None of the girls had any idea we were outside the room watching them.

I was surprised to realize that the wetness that had been working itself up and subsiding all day now became a flood. The thought that I was watching my daughter masturbate while she watched two girls hump each other no longer mattered. I was so horny I knew I would not be able to walk away from this extremely erotic scene. I knew Jenny certainly wouldn’t mind the incest part of what was happening to me. Hadn’t she said it was hot when she’d thought I had been making love with my young daughter?

Suddenly, I felt my slacks drop in a puddle at my feet, followed by my panties. Turning, I found that Jenny had stripped completely and was totally naked. I guess she figured out that the girls wouldn’t be coming out of the room any time soon unless we disturbed them somehow. Raising my arms, I felt Jenny remove my top. I hadn’t been wearing a bra in anticipation of the evening I had thought I would have. This was turning out to be much better than I had thought it would be.

Standing behind me, Jenny wrapped her arms around my stomach and slid her hands up to my breasts, pinching the nipples and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. I watched the two girls humping each other, getting closer to coming. I began to wonder if that would surprise Dani. Did she know about orgasms? Glancing her way, I figured she probably did. Her hand was now inside her shorts and I found myself wondering if she had the hand inside her panties or not. I strained to get a glimpse of something that would tell me. Then I saw. The panties she’d been wearing today were on the floor beside the chair. She had removed them and put the shorts back on. Then I noticed the other girls had done the same. Two pairs of panties, one blue with red hearts, were on the bed.

Dani started to spasm, and I knew she was coming. Yes, she had had orgasms before. There was no surprise on her face at all, just enjoyment.

By now, Jenny’s hands were starting to move down toward my pussy. They found their mark and I began to come immediately.

And not quietly.

Looking into the room I noticed that Mollie and Emily just glanced towards the door and kept up their humping and kissing. Mollie’s hand was inside Emily’s shorts, rubbing her butt with practiced strokes.

Dani, though, was different. She heard my moans and got up to see what was going on in the hall. “Stop! My mom will catch us!” she whispered frantically to the girls on her bed as my shoulder spasmed and bumped the door fully open, revealing Jenny and me in the hallway, with Jenny’s fingers in my pussy. It was Dani’s turn to freeze in confusion.

“Mom?” She wasn’t sure whether to run, cry, or what.

I had no other choice, though. I had to finish my orgasm that was still wracking my body and causing my belly, legs, everything, to shudder uncontrollably. Finally, I found my voice when it was over.

“It’s okay, Sweetie. I guess it’s time you found out. Your mommy’s a lesbian.”

Mollie and Emily were still humping away on the bed and Jenny joined them. As I caught my breath, Dani watched as Jenny started removing the rest of the girls’ clothing. When she was done, she lay both girls back and began licking their pussies, first one then the other. Finally, she pushed Mollie’s legs into the air, exposing her tiny anus. Leaning in, she began to tongue Mollie’s butthole. At that point, Emily moved to where she could get to Jenny’s pussy and ass. She spread the shapely butt cheeks and stuck her face into the cleft.

Dani and I watched as Emily moved her mouth back and forth from Jenny’s pussy to her butthole, licking, kissing, and sucking as she went. I was getting very turned on, and from the look on Dani’s face, she was too, no matter whether she wanted to be affected by the scene or not.

Looking at me, she pleaded with her eyes for permission. I nodded my assent and she moved toward Emily, pulling her clothes off as she went to her bed. Soon my eyes were feasting on my naked eleven-year-old daughter as she began to play with Emily’s pussy and ass.

I sat down on the bed. “It’s okay,” I said, stroking my daughter’s dark hair. “This is something we can always share now. Go ahead. Do what you want with her. Mommy won’t mind.”

Soon Dani was on all fours, licking Emily the way she had seen Emily lick Jenny. Then glancing back at me, she scooted her ass over in my direction and smiled. “It’s okay. Go ahead. Do what you’ve wanted to do to me. I won’t mind.”

And suddenly I realized I had wanted to do these things with her. Memories of snippets of dreams and my active imagination came up from where they had been buried. I had fantasized about Dani for years but had always denied it to myself. She was the faceless little girl I had always thought about when I masturbated. The one I had had countless erotic dreams about.

I leaned down and began to lick my daughter’s wet, hairless pussy. Her squirms told me that perhaps she had thought about this as well. Maybe she had masturbated to thoughts of me–or a faceless adult she now realized was me–doing these things to her. I moved my mouth to her asshole and tongued it while my fingers played in her pussy that was now sopping with my saliva and her juices.

Soon, we were in a daisy chain on the king-sized bed. My mouth was glued to Dani’s ripe body, Dani’s to Emily’s, Emily’s to Jenny’s, Jenny’s to Mollie’s, and Mollie’s to mine. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Mollie had said before sliding her tongue into my wetness. We were all very close and the sounds of slurping and licking were loud. I pictured what it must look like, and it sent me over the edge into a blissful orgasm. The others followed with their own orgasms within moments.

Dani’s hips began to move and she came, much harder than I remembered coming at her age.

But then, I had never had a woman I loved doing these things to my pussy and ass when I was eleven.

And for some reason, that thought made me sad.

Afterwards, we were all cuddled together on the bed.

“Are you happy about this?” I asked Dani.

“VERY!” she said. Enthusiasm was her middle name, it seemed. “Are you?”

“It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

We had a group hug that turned into another mini-orgy, this time with all the young girls together in a three-way.

“Perhaps Heaven is like this,” said Jenny.

“Yes, perhaps it is,” I answered, smiling.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Getting to Know Gina

By Cheryl Taggert

When I took the girls back to the hotel the next morning, Gina invited me to sit on the beach with her and enjoy the sound of the surf and look at some of the children playing on the beach. While we chatted, Lynn and Lori went with their father to eat breakfast with him. Then he was taking them to a small amusement park located nearby.

“Did the girls behave themselves?” was her first question as we seated ourselves under the umbrella.

“Oh, yes. They were darlings,” I answered, without revealing how much they were darlings for me.

“They can be a handful. It’s nice they behaved for you. They don’t always behave for me like that.” She laughed and offered me a bottle of water from the cooler she’d brought with us.

I began to think about what she and her husband had done the night before, and especially their topic of erotic conversation. I also wondered how far I could get Gina to go in discussing Lynn’s sex life, which Gina thought was totally private — masturbation only.

“I do have to tell you something, though, that happened last night after I’d put the girls to bed.”

“Oh, what?” Gina gave me a slight frown, as if I might confess Lynn had been more of a brat than I had admitted.

“Well, I’m not sure how to broach this subject, to be honest, but I feel you should know.”

“Well,” Gina’s brow creased, bunching toward the middle of her forehead with worry, “I guess just say it. I’m a big girl, so I can handle it, whatever they did.”

“I’m sorry. I suppose I’m being overly dramatic. I hope you don’t think what happened is all that bad, really. To be honest, I don’t think it’s bad at all, just something you might want to know. It’s just that, well, Lynn is growing up.”

“In what way?” asked Gina. “Did she start her period or something?” Then she answered her own question. “Of course not. While I’d be surprised, I wouldn’t think that was at all bad. So, how do you mean she’s growing up?”

“Well, when I went to check on the girls in the night, Lynn had her pajama bottoms completely off and, well, she was masturbating. She didn’t see me, so I didn’t say anything. I just thought you should know, that’s all.” I had told her this small lie pretending reluctance, as if I really wasn’t sure I wanted to tell her when in reality I had been anxious to see her reaction.

“I see,” said Gina. I could see the wheels turning. They had found the phone off the hook. I knew because I’d called her that morning to check to see if they were ready for me to bring the girls back to the hotel. I could now tell she was mulling this over in her mind, wondering if I had listened to them after all and was basically doing exactly what I was doing, which was baiting her a bit to see what she’d tell me. “She didn’t see you?”

“No, well, I think that’s because she climaxed seconds after I entered the room, so she was, um, preoccupied with her, uh, herself.”

“You could tell she was climaxing?”

“Well, if she wasn’t, she can sure fake them well enough to fool me, or anyone for that matter.”

“I see.”

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes. I was just thinking.”

“What about?” Little Miss Innocent. That’s me.

“Well, I caught her before too. It appears to be a rather favorite practice of hers.”

“Oh. Did you already know she was reaching climax?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You managed to walk in at just the perfect time, too, huh?”

She blushed. She’d basically been caught. It wasn’t very likely that the same timing had happened twice, and she had no reason to think I was lying about what I’d seen and how I’d known Lynn had masturbated to a climax.

“Well, to be honest, I was a little, um, curious, and stood there watching until she did. I know that’s wrong, but I was just, I don’t know, fascinated by it all. I didn’t start doing that, well, at least I didn’t start climaxing, until I was almost thirteen.”

“Really?” I asked, hoping we would talk more on this subject. After all, I was the one in control here. I knew she wanted to lick my pussy. She’d said so the night before while fucking her husband. In fact, I knew she had fantasized about me licking Lynn’s pussy. Yes, all in all, I knew quite a bit.

“Yes, not that I hadn’t tried. I was masturbating when I was Lynn’s age, just not reaching climax. I knew it felt good is all, and by reading some of my dad’s dirty books, I knew there was supposed to be more. I just didn’t know how to get there. My first time was a big surprise. I was rubbing and rubbing and it kept feeling better and better and…” She looked at me and turned red. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking like this to someone I barely know. Please forgive me. Oh, dear, I’m so ashamed.”

“Don’t be. I was luckier than you. I started having orgasms when I was very young, like four.”

“Oh, my God, you’re kidding!”

I smiled at her and spoke openly to show I trusted her and we could share this information without fear or embarrassment. “My parents bought me a rocking horse for Christmas when I was four, and I would ride him for so long my mom would have to make me get off him. She just didn’t know that I was REALLY getting off.”

She laughed out loud at that and looked at me.

“We’re terrible,” she said, laughing.

“No, just normal.”

“Do you think so?” The mirth was still in her voice.

“Well, growing up, the girls I knew well enough to talk about it admitted they did.”

“I guess you’re right. I had a best friend and we would…” She stopped mid-sentence, apparently not sure she wanted to go there.

“It’s okay, I had one of those girlfriends too,” I confessed. “We’d lie in bed at night and see who could get there first.”

“Oh, God we ARE bad!” she said, and laughed even louder than before.

“No, just normal!” I said, and that made us both shriek with laughter.

When we’d gotten our composure again, she said, “I can do you one better.”

“How’s that?”

“Sometimes, our hands weren’t on our own pussies.”

I laughed at her again. “Neither were ours!” We launched into hysterical laughter once again.

When we’d calmed down, she said, “Oh, my. Those are some great memories.”

“Yes, some of my fondest of growing up.”

A minute passed before she spoke. “How old were you when you and your girlfriend fooled around?”

“Which one?” I asked, and watched her eyes grow.

“You had more than one?”

“Didn’t you?”

“No. She was the only one. There were others I wanted to fool around with over the years, but I never did. Scared of being called a dyke, I guess. Well, honestly, there was one other, but I don’t want to talk about her. How many did you fool around with?”

I thought for a moment. “Five.”

“Oh, my God! Five?!” I nodded. “When did it start and when did it end?”

“My first time was when I was seven.”

“Wow, you were young. What can seven-year-olds do?”

“Mostly touching and humping things like pillows and each other’s legs. She had discovered her pussy at a young age, too.”

“When was your last? How old were you?”

“Nineteen.”

“Really? How old are you now?”

“Nineteen.”

Her look said it all. She wanted us to fuck each other, and she wanted it now. I was fairly certain that if I started talking about Lynn masturbating to a climax — even though that had been pure fabrication, at least as far as her not knowing I was watching is concerned — Gina would get horny. Our talk had been better than I’d thought it would be. Anyway, I was rather wet myself.

She looked into my eyes. Directly into them. “Would you like to go in now? I find it’s getting a bit warm out here.”

“I think it’s a bit more than warm. I think it’s steamy.” We looked at each other and got up to go into the hotel room.

“They won’t be back for a few hours, so we can enjoy ourselves,” Gina said as we approached the room, but when we got closer we noticed the maids were just two rooms away and hadn’t cleaned their room yet.

“Okay, this isn’t good,” Gina said. “Can we go to your place instead?”

“Sure.”

We got into my car and drove to my apartment. As I drove, I looked over at Gina and said, “Let me watch you touch yourself. And you can tell me who the other girl was.”

She looked at me and after a second’s hesitation, shifted so she was facing me. She unbuttoned her shorts and managed to pull them down to her knees, along with her panties. She was shaved and waxed, like me. Her fingers wandered immediately to her bald pussy and began to explore. The sounds of fingers in wet pussy filled my car, along with her scent. I was intoxicated.

“So, who was it?”

“Do I have to tell you?”

“I know it was a relative,” I said.

“How do you know that?” Her fingers were continuing their exploration of her wet pussy as I glanced at her as often as I dared while driving.

“Because otherwise, you’d tell me without hesitation.”

“How would that make you feel if it was?”

“Envious,” I said. “I always wanted a sister to teach and enjoy.”

“Well, you hit the nail on the head.”

“Your sister?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Older or younger?”

“Older by two years.”

“Who started it?”

“She did. I saw her one night and said I was going to tell. Then she told me she’d seen me doing it plenty of times and if I did, she would tell on me too. One thing led to another and, well, soon we were doing each other.”

“How old were you?”

“Thirteen.”

“Do you still do it together?”

“No. Stopped when she went away to college.” Gina was rubbing faster with each comment.

“Does she still do it with other women?”

“Don’t know, but probably. She’s still very sexy.”

By now, it was clear she was close to a climax. “Are you multi-orgasmic?” I asked, wanting to be sure she could come again when we got to my place.

“Oh, yes.”

“Are you wanting to come now?”

With that, she came, so I suppose the answer was yes. My own pussy was sopping wet. She pulled up her panties and shorts as I pulled into the parking lot for my apartment complex.

I parked and we probably set a new record for getting from a car inside an apartment. As soon as the door closed, we began undressing and kissing each other.

“I can’t believe I’m going to get to taste you. I was fantasizing about this last night with my husband.”

“I know.”

Oops. I hadn’t meant to reveal that. It had just spilled out in response to her comment.

She stopped what she had been doing, which was taking off my bra.

“How did you know?”

“I, uh, I could just tell.”

“But I said I fantasized with my husband about this and you said you knew. You couldn’t have… Oh, God! You DID hear us on the phone! Oh, God! Oh GOD!” I had gotten her down to her bra and panties before I fucked up with my inadvertent slip of the tongue. She began to gather her clothes. “What you must think of me!”

“Gina! It’s okay! I don’t think anything of you, at least not anything bad!”

“I was right. That’s why you mentioned seeing Lynn masturbate! You wanted to talk about this stuff!”

“Okay, yes, it is, but believe me, I’m not judging you about this. I swear I’m not! The fact is I was attracted to you too—I still am—and I’m okay with what you said when I was listening.”

“Why were you listening? Why didn’t you just hang up!?”

“I did, but, well, the conversation was rather, um, stimulating, you know?”

“I was talking about very private things. You shouldn’t have listened.”

“Well, I did, and it’s too late now. And I am perfectly okay with what you said.”

“Even what I said about Lynn?”

“Yes. Even about Lynn.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m attracted to my daughters?”

Aha. Daughters, as in both. I hadn’t known that, at least not for certain. I let it pass for now.

“No, it doesn’t bother me. Not at all.”

She stared at me, her bra on but not clasped, her other clothes in her hand. I tried to convey with my looks the exact reason why I wasn’t bothered by her desire for Lynn and Lori.

“It doesn’t bother me, okay?” I said slowly.

It dawned on her. “Oh, my. You’re attracted to them too, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me? They’re beautiful and sexy, extremely desirable, so can you really blame me?”

“No, I suppose not.”

I took her hand and led her to the sofa. “We have to talk,” I began.

“What?” she asked as she sat.

First, I took her face in my hands and kissed her, not with the hurried, frenzied passion from before, but with understanding and calm. “Your daughters aren’t as…innocent as you think they are.”

She stared into my eyes. She seemed to be expecting exactly what I was going to say to her.

“Lynn isn’t the only one who has orgasms,” I said.

“Oh, my. You mean Lori…?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know that? And don’t tell me you caught her masturbating.”

“Well, I didn’t catch her masturbating, I watched her as she masturbated herself to an orgasm.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No. We were all three naked here last night. The girls…” I paused, not sure how to tell Gina they were like her and her sister.

“What? The girls—what?”

“They’re lovers and have been for a while.”

“Oh, my God. Really? As in…lovers? They engage in sex with each other?”

I nodded. “And they’re very good at it.”

“Did they have sex with you?”

“Yes. And they want to have sex with you.”

“You know this for a fact?”

“Yes. And they are also interested in their father. Lynn in particular wants to suck him off.”

“They want to have sex with us?”

“Very much. I suggested Lynn set it up for you to catch her again and then ‘see’ you. We sort of hoped that would lead to, well, other things between you, and she would introduce you to sex with Lori after that.”

“My pussy is on fire right now,” said Gina, and she leaned in and kissed me.

Soon we were in my bed and making love with each other. The idea her daughters had enjoyed sex together and with me in that same bed seemed to fascinate her.

“What was it like to lick their little pussies?” she asked me.

“Delicious.”

We ended up in a sixty-nine. Her pussy was mashed against my face, and I knew Lynn and Lori would love eating their mother. Her juices were smeared across my face, and I was literally sucking on her clit while two fingers plunged into her pussy and my pinky was playing with her butthole. In the meantime, she was basically doing the same to me. I thought the approaching orgasm would rip me apart, but I’d die happy, at least.

Spasms slammed into me and my screams of pleasure were muffled by her pussy, which of course created delicious sensations as our mouths vibrated against each other’s clits with our orgasmic moans and screams.

After we both came, we stretched out on my bed and worked on getting our heartbeats back to normal.

Soon, we got up and showered together, where we soaped each other and managed to bring each other off yet again. I loved the feel of her fingers inside me, but in all honesty, not as much as I’d enjoyed Lynn and Lori the night before. There is just something special about a young girl who is never as innocent as she allows adults to believe.

Finally, we dressed and I took Gina back to the hotel. The girls were back from their jaunt with their father by that time, and the girls wanted to know where we’d been. Lynn asked me to come talk to her on the balcony.

“Did you and Mom fuck?”

“Yes, we did.”

Did you enjoy it?”

“Of course, and you will too.”

“When?”

“Soon. Just let whatever happens happen.”

We chatted for several more minutes. I didn’t tell her that her mom knew she and Lori wanted to have sex with her because Gina had asked me not to tell.

I said good-bye to the girls and their father, and Gina walked me to my car.

“So what will happen now?” I asked, curious how she would handle her knowledge of the situation.

“Let’s exchange email addresses, and I’ll let you know how it all goes.”

We did, and she asked if she could sit with me in my car before going back up to the room. I was fine with that, of course, and we sat down. I started the car to get the AC going, and when I looked at Gina, she leaned in and kissed me. Passionately. Her tongue began a sensuous dance with mine and her hand went to my pussy, kneading the tender flesh beneath my cotton shorts, which would surely have a stain on them later.

Breaking the kiss, she looked around to see if anyone was nearby. The people who were leaving the hotel that day had pretty well done so, and it was still too early for that night’s guests to arrive. Gina and her family were leaving the next morning for home.

“I just wanted to get you off one more time before you go,” she said, and reached for the button at the top of my shorts. Soon she had them and my panties down to my knees and she was fingering my pussy, two fingers inside and her thumb rubbing my clit.

I was a little sore, but it was driving me wild. I could hear the sounds of my fluids inside me as her fingers plunged in and out, fucking me. I was leaning against the door. She had changed into a short sundress while I was talking to Lynn on the balcony, and when she lifted the hem, I saw she was not wearing panties. The fingers of her left hand went to her pussy, and she was masturbating herself while doing the same to me, but I didn’t let her continue doing us both. Instead, I leaned over and replaced her hand on her pussy with my own. We began to kiss again, and had it been cold outside, my windows would have surely fogged.

I broke the kiss and hugged her close as we each fingered the other to an approaching climax. The smell of pussy permeated the air in the car, and despite the AC, we were both sweating.

I felt the wave of my orgasm approaching as I would see a wave approaching me in the ocean. I could feel it would be a big one, just as I would see the approaching ocean wave and prepare myself for its arrival. When the wave of my orgasm hit me, I cried out, moaning, almost screaming the orgasm out of me. I somehow managed to keep fingering and rubbing Gina’s pussy through my body’s convulsions that rippled through me, and soon she joined me in the shared bliss of mind-numbing orgasms.

Once we were finished, she sat back and straightened out her dress and I pulled my panties and shorts back up, thinking that it would have been easier if I’d worn a summer dress as well. We caught our breath after our orgasms, and I suddenly felt like a teenager on a date, parked in some out-of-the-way spot for sex. I was technically still a teenager, but Gina was in her early thirties. Maybe she was feeling younger from doing what teenagers usually engage in–sex in a car.

“Well, I suppose I should be getting back to the room. They might grow suspicious.”

“Do you think your husband knows what we’ve been up to?”

“I’m sure of it. When you were on the balcony with Lynn, he came up to me and whispered ‘Was she fun?’ and kissed me. I think he could taste you on me.”

“Then he doesn’t mind if you go beyond fantasy with me?”

“No, not at all. I have a girlfriend back home. We get together sometimes, and he knows all about it.”

For some reason, I felt a pang of jealousy over both her relationships with her friend and her sister, but I quickly dismissed it as silly. Of course, she had a life that didn’t include me at all, just as I had one that didn’t include her, and if I allowed myself to be jealous of every girl who’d had sex with her sister, I’d go crazy. Our minds can do funny things sometimes.

“Do you think the girls suspect what we’re doing?” she asked.

“I know Lynn does. That’s why she wanted me to come out on the balcony, to ask if we’d had sex.”

“Did you tell her?”

“Yes, but I didn’t mention that you know they want to seduce you.”

“Thanks. I’m not sure what I’ll do, but I’ll let you know what happens.”

“I appreciate that. Then you’ll email me?”

“Of course. Maybe just to chat. Would that be okay?”

“You know it is.”

We kissed and she got out of the car and started toward the hotel, turning to smile and wave good-bye, and I noticed a woman who must have been a guest at the hotel looking at us when Gina got out. She was standing along the outside wall, and I wondered how much she’d seen. I did see she was smiling, though, and I smiled back. Gina’s kiss good-bye had certainly been anything but sisterly, so I knew the woman knew we were lovers.

I was in a center parking row and there was no car in front of me, so I pulled straight out and waved at the woman, who was rather sexy herself and looked about Gina’s age. She called out to Gina, who stopped and they began a conversation.

“Wonder where that will lead?” I thought to myself, and started the drive home, where I would take a bath and then maybe a nap.

Continue on to Chapter 7

The Lesson from Eavesdropping

By Cheryl Taggert

NOTE FROM JUICY SECRETS: The following picks up where chapter 4 left off. If you haven’t read that chapter yet, it is advised that you do before reading his chapter. The reader should be aware of several things in order to better follow what is happening here, especially in the beginning of the chapter.

I quickly motioned for the girls to be completely quiet. They were naked, of course, and I watched the two beautiful girls tip-toe towards the sofa where I sat listening to their parents fucking. Of course, they had no idea that’s what I was listening to, and I started to wonder if I should tell them or keep it a secret. After all, this was their mommy and daddy, and they were talking about fantasies of having sex in one way or another with their older daughter, Lynn.

The eleven-year-old who was the subject of their erotic conversation gave me a quizzical look that asked who it was on the phone and why she and Lori had to be so quiet. I put my finger to my lips and pulled my phone away from my mouth to speak to them. I still wasn’t sure I should tell them.

“It’s someone I know and they are fucking,” I almost whispered. “They don’t know they didn’t hang up their phone.” That was true, every word of it.

“Can we listen?” Lori asked quietly. I was glad she had taken the hint and not been too loud. I’d hate for Gina and their father to hear them on the other end of the open line.

“Maybe in a minute,” I said, deciding I would listen for a bit and make my decision later, or I would just pretend the line went dead and hang up.

I continued listening to the happy couple on the other end of the line.

“You’d love to lick her little pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been watching her and fantasizing about it, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She makes you hot just to think about licking her, doesn’t she?”

“Oh, God, YES!” Grunts and flesh slapping against flesh punctuated their conversation. The sound was like the prehistoric drumbeat of some ancient culture.

“Do you remember that time we watched her masturbate?”

This was news.

“Of course. To this day she has no idea we were watching her.”

“That still gets me hard whenever I think of that.”

“I’ve come dozens of times remembering it.”

I could hear that the pace of fucking was slowing for a moment.

“Your pussy looks good too, you know. Reach back and rub it some.”

I listened as Gina began to rub her own clit while her husband fucked her, but what really had me going was the idea that they’d watched Lynn bringing herself off. I wondered where and when that had been. I knew that being a man, Lynn’s father would be ogling his growing daughter as she blossomed into a woman, but it was more than just a little exciting that Gina had been watching her and even used the memory of Lynn masturbating to aid her fantasy life.

I could hear Gina coming in the background. God, it made me hot!

I decided it was time to hang up and see what I could find out from the girls. Perhaps I would share what I’d learned from their parents; perhaps I wouldn’t. I would let it play itself out.

I hung up the phone.

“Aww! We didn’t get a chance to listen,” said Lynn. She was obviously not pleased.

“We’ve heard Mommy and Daddy fucking before!” added Lori. “You shoulda let us listen to those people fucking!”

“Well,” I began, “actually, that WAS your mommy and daddy.”

Lynn’s jaw dropped. “Mommy and Daddy were fucking, and you listened but wouldn’t let us?”

“Yes, but I have a good reason,” I said. “I didn’t think it was something you would enjoy hearing.”

“They’re our mommy and daddy,” said Lori. “You shoulda let us listen too cuz they’re our mommy and daddy, not yours.”

Seeing it from an eight-year-old’s point-of-view, I could see where she would think that. “Well, honey, it was what they were talking about while they were fucking that made me think you maybe shouldn’t listen.”

“What were they talking about!?” asked Lori. This was one angry eight-year-old. She felt she’d been cheated out of some kind of family birthright, or something.

“Yeah, what?” asked Lynn.

I decided to come clean about one thing, anyway. “Umm.” I looked at Lynn. “You.”

She knitted her brow in irritated wonder. “Me?”

I nodded.

“What were they saying about me?”

“Well, honey…” I wasn’t sure I wanted to go there now that I’d started the jump into that particular pool.

Lynn began to bounce on the sofa with curiosity and irritation. “What were they saying about me?!”

I reached out and put my hands on Lynn’s thighs to stop her from bouncing. “Calm down, Sweetie.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you.”

Both girls looked at me as if I had all of mankind’s most secret knowledge inside me and was about to share it with them. I suppose in some ways, I did. “Honey, have you ever been, well, playing with your pussy and felt you were being watched by someone?”

“No. I ne–” Then it dawned on her. Her eyes grew into saucers. “You mean they saw me do it?”

I have a red tablecloth I rarely use because its color dominates everything in the room it is such a bright red. Lynn’s cheeks reminded me of that tablecloth. Embarrassment and shame flooded her as she realized her parents must have seen her doing what is to a teenager, or a tween like her, the most private thing in the world. I knew that shame and embarrassment from personal experience, but in my case, my mother was not the kind to stay and watch–or masturbate later to the memory dozens of times.

Gina, on the other hand, was.

“Sweetheart, you have to realize that parents have all kinds of secrets they won’t share with their children, just as the children have secrets they won’t share with their parents. A lot of the time, these secrets have something to do with sex. Mommies and Daddies are human too, and they will have fantasies about things they would never actually do.”

Lynn was near tears. “They saw me?”

“Yes, Honey, but it’s not as bad as you’re thinking it is.”

“How do you know they saw me?” This was clearly an effort to be able to deny she’d been seen.

“They spoke about it while I was listening on the phone.”

“While they were fucking?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you realize why?” I asked, hoping she would see it for herself. It’s not that easy to tell an eleven-year-old girl that her parents fantasize about committing various sex acts with her. I glanced at Lori, who was following what was happening but not understanding why either.

“Wait a minute,” Lynn said, holding both hands in front of her waist in a sort of “stop” gesture. “They were fucking and talking about catching me playing with my pussy?” I nodded. “And they were all, like, turned on?” I nodded again. She was getting there on her own. “Oh, my God!” Bingo. Her voice lowered to a whisper, as if her parents might be in the next room. Her face scrunched up to show the beginnings of a look that said, “Eww!” in the strongest sense. “You mean it turned them on to think about it?”

“As I said, Honey. Some parents have secrets from their children they would never tell them. The fact is that they not only saw you, they continued to watch until you came. Seeing you like that turned them both on very much. Your mom has masturbated numerous times to the memory of watching you.”

That struck home. She was now the picture of incredulity. “Mom masturbates?”

I had to chuckle at that. “Of course, Honey. We all do.”

“And she masturbates thinking of me?”

Again, I nodded.

“You mean my mom has the hots for me?”

“She wouldn’t be the first mom, not by a long shot, and she won’t be the last. I have the hots for you, and I’m an adult.”

“But you’re not my mom.”

“Well, I have to confess, even if I were, I think I’d still have the hots for you.”

This made her smile, but I could see she was still shaken up a bit over this news.

“Does my dad masturbate thinking of it?”

“Well, he didn’t say, but I’m sure he does. Dads are more likely than moms to feel that way about a daughter. Or at least, that’s what the statistics say.”

“What are those?” asked Lori, who had been paying rapt attention to everything that had been said.

“Just something with numbers about the percentage of people who do certain things,” I said, simplifying a very difficult subject, and looked at her. She was unashamedly doing what Lynn had been caught by their parents doing. Her inner labia and clit were a bright pink.

Lori grinned at me.

“Does this kind of talk turn you on, young lady?” I asked, grinning back. She giggled and nodded. “What about it turned you on?”

“Picturing Lynn and Mommy doing it together!”

I leaned down and gave her pussy a kiss through her fingers. She moved her hand to allow me access to her most private area. Just as I was getting to this pot of gold, Lynn’s hand on my back stopped me momentarily. I could tell from its pressure that she wasn’t quite through with this topic.

“Do you really think Mommy would want me to do stuff with her?”

“I don’t know, but I do know how to find out.”

“I can’t just ask her. That would be too embarrassing.”

“No, but you could set it up for her to catch you again. Then you could catch her watching you. No telling where that conversation might lead. But you should only let it lead where you want it to.”

“And what about Daddy. Do you think he’d want to?”

“I’m certain of it, but be very careful with that. Sometimes Daddies want to take stuff like that further than you want it to go. I mean that. Be very careful about getting your daddy involved in that. If you’re interested in seeing about what Mommy might be willing to do, you can start there, and see if she would include your daddy under her direction or something but ONLY if that’s what you want. Also, make sure you don’t leave this little one out of it either,” I said, moving toward the treasure that awaited me from the center of Lori’s little-girl pelvis. “She definitely likes having her pussy licked, don’t you?”

“Yeah!” said Lori, and we were off to the races to another orgasm.

Burying my face in the sweetness of her bald, little pussy, I moved my tongue immediately to her clit, knowing how she’d been playing with it extensively during the conversation. She was likely getting to a point that she needed to come because soon her pussy would be sore from all the manipulations that had been taking place.

I felt Lynn moving toward my pussy, easing my legs apart so she could get to my slit and drink as much of my juices as she could. I happily obliged and soon she had her face buried in my wetness, lapping it up like a thirsty dog at a water dish. Each swipe of her tongue across my clit sent shivers of anticipation through my spine. I could feel her devouring me as I did the same to Lori.

I felt some movement at the lower end of the bed and saw that Lynn was frantically rubbing her own pussy, seeking the orgasm that was probably just below the surface. That’s how it is sometimes, and she seemed to be working hard for that come.

Her mouth was basically turning my insides to jelly. I was becoming a quivering mass of naked flesh that trembled to reach my climax. My own mouth glued itself to Lori’s small pussy as I licked and sucked everywhere. Lynn’s hand was a blur.

I wasn’t exactly sure who started over the crest first, but in moments we were all coming as waves of bliss slammed through us as if we were being touched rhythmically by a live wire that sent jolts of pleasure rather than electricity through our bodies.

Soon, or maybe an hour later, we lay sprawled in various positions on the couch and floor. Time seemed to have no meaning.

“I love my job!” I said to the room, and soft giggles of agreement mixed with sighs of pure contentment were returned.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Lynn and Lori’s Movie Night

By Cheryl Taggert

As the movie began, the two girls at my side smiled. My hands were already busy in each of the hairless pussies, and my own pussy was starting to get well beyond the simmer stage.

“Is this one of your favorite movies?” asked Lynn.

“Yes, as a matter of fact it is probably my favorite. The girls are amateurs, but they are also very pretty. One girl looks as if she just turned eighteen, which is the legal age for making movies like this. I’d think she was only fourteen based on her looks, but they are always very careful about making sure the girls are old enough.”

The opening was some of the credits for the movie with snatches of scenes from it, and then the first sex scene began. I usually don’t care much for compilation movies where the girls just engaged in sex without a story since the story is also important to me, but I had to admit this movie really got me going at times. They catered to the idea that people wanted to see girls who looked younger than eighteen, and they usually succeeded.

The first scene involved the girl I’d mentioned to Lynn. She had small titties and was totally bare of any pussy hair. She really did look fourteen, and she made my mouth water when I saw her. Then it hit me that I had an even better situation right here. A lovely pair of girls, eleven and eight, were naked and willing to let me enjoy their bodies. I hoped they were just as willing to touch me.

I glanced at Lynn and Lori. Their eyes were glued to the TV screen, mouths agape as they became engrossed in the sex that was being performed for our pleasure. Lynn looked at me and smiled shyly. Then I noticed her eyes drop to my pussy, which was larger than theirs, of course, but just as hairless. I’d waxed just two days ago, and you could not see any hair coming in yet. She looked back at the TV for a moment before looking back at me, this time at my boobs, which are just a B-cup, but of course that was huge compared to hers and Lori’s. Lori, of course, had just a pair of small nipples, and Lynn’s were just now starting to get puffy, but that was only barely noticeable. Lynn looked back at the TV and my eyes followed hers. It was a part of the scene in which the young looking girl was sucking the nipples of the older girl, though she looked no more than nineteen or twenty.

“Do you want to suck them?” I asked, allowing the hope she’d say yes to be obvious in my voice.

“Can I?” She seemed as hopeful as I was.

“Of course. In fact I was hoping you’d ask.”

Lynn leaned into my boobs and began sucking the nipple on her side. Lori, immediately noticing what was going on, simply joined in, taking the other nipple into her luscious mouth and sucking like a small baby would. I began to wish I would produce milk for them.

Their shift in position caused me to lose touch with their puffy little pussies, so my hands roamed down their backs to feel their little butts. I squeezed the small asses and allowed my fingers to roam into the anal cleft, where I shamelessly caressed their tiny flowers.

“Hey, that’s where I poop,” said Lori, smiling mischievously. It was obvious she was enjoying the feel of my fingers and how naughty my actions were, but she was not sure about exactly where that touch was placed.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. If you don’t want me to touch you there, I won’t, but you have to admit it feels good.

“Okay, you can touch it, I guess,” she said. “But it kinda tickles.”

I kissed her and she kissed me back, but her mouth was in a tight pucker, the way a young child kisses. I thought about teaching her about adult kissing, but figured it would be easier if I taught Lynn first. I turned toward her and nudged her head from my breast and leaned in to kiss her. She, too, puckered up tightly.

“Do you want to learn how to kiss like an adult?” I asked and she nodded enthusiastically. “Here,” I said, “open your mouth a bit and soften your lips up. Don’t pucker.” I kissed her again, this time making sure she felt how my lips were soft and inviting. She learned quickly, and her lips turned to butter. I delved into her mouth with my tongue. She’d apparently seen this done before, and she accepted my tongue with ease. Soon, I was devouring her mouth, our tongues dancing together in a hot, wet dance.

“What’s that like?” asked Lori, obviously watching us as she had earlier. It seemed that she was quite the little voyeur.

“Really cool!” said Lynn, her lips smeared with our mixed saliva.

“You want to try it?” I asked. “It’s how adults kiss.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it in movies but I’ve never tried it.”

“Do you two girls kiss?” I asked Lynn.

“Not like that. I was always kinda scared to try it.”

“Aren’t scared anymore, are you?”

“No,” she answered, grinning.

“So what’s stopping you now?” I asked, grinning back.

“C’mere,” said Lynn and Lori, knowing what was coming, leaned across me to offer her lips to Lynn, but she was still puckering. “No, loosen up your lips. Let ’em relax.” She did and Lynn kissed her, open-mouthed. I could see their tongues touching lightly at first, then beginning a lively dance together as Lori got the hang of it.

Me? My pussy was on fire from watching these two sisters kissing. I wondered how much hotter I was going to get when their kisses were elsewhere.

When their first kiss broke, they both giggled then returned to kiss again. That went on for a bit until I said, “Hey, look at the TV.”

They returned their attention to what was happening in the video we were watching. The younger girl was licking the older girl’s pussy, and if the moans of the older girl were any clue, she was doing a fine job.

“Have you ever done that?” asked Lynn.

“Oh, yes. Many times. You?”

“Uh-huh. Lori and I like how it feels.”

“Well, so do I,” I said, and smiled at her. The face of the girl who had hated me about an hour ago was now looking at me as if she were falling in love. That was fine, though, because I had a crush on her as well.

We returned our attention to the movie. Soon, both Lynn and Lori were busy rubbing themselves as they watched, obviously copying me since I’d started masturbating a few minutes before they did. I wasn’t ready to come yet, though, and began to gauge how far along they were since I didn’t want them to come yet either.

Based on the mini-spasms that were already rushing through Lynn’s body, she was getting fairly close. Her hand was starting to become a blur between her legs as she rubbed her hairless pussy frantically.

“Hey,” I said. “How about we take this to my bedroom and really enjoy ourselves? We can watch more of the movie later.” They both looked at me. Lori stopped rubbing, but Lynn was too close. Her hand slowed but didn’t stop. I could see she was right on the verge of coming.

I reached down and stopped her hand. “Shh.. I don’t want you to come yet, okay?”

Her breath was hitching in her chest. “I’m so close,” she said, nearly a whimper of sexual need.

“I know, baby, but believe me, it will feel a lot better if you wait a while and let either my mouth of Lori’s finish it for you.”

She lay back against the couch, her sexual frenzy beginning to calm as she got control of herself.

I turned off the movie and stood, holding my hands out to my naked little girls. They rose, took a hand, and we went into my bedroom. I motioned to my bed, “Up there. I want to taste you both.” They crawled onto my bed and sat looking at me as I joined them. “Here, lie next to each other.” They did, close enough to be able to lean into each other and kiss, which they did without my suggesting it.

I lay across the bed, my head near the two little-girl pussies. I started on Lori first, knowing Lynn would be coming in about thirty seconds if I started on her before her pussy had enough time to calm down some more. Anyway, I certainly didn’t mind eating little Lori’s eight-year-old pussy first. I’d been thinking of little else for the past ten minutes.

I spread her legs and used fingers to spread her pussy lips so I could peer into her most private and precious place. It was a bright pink, nearly the color of pink coral, and the tiny nub of her clit was visible at the top of the small butterfly wings of her inner labia. My heart was pounding a fast rhythm in my chest. The joy of knowing I was going to be licking that little pussy in a few seconds increased my own desire exponentially.

I leaned forward and placed my tongue on her tiny clit, teasing it with a few flicks. I heard a short giggle burst from her at the contact. “Lick it with your whole tongue!” she said, and I marveled for a moment at the fact she knew exactly what she wanted me to do.

Who was I to deny such a lovely request? I closed the two-inch gap between my lips and her pussy and placed my entire mouth along the small gash that hid the center of her young desires.

I began to lick and suck her small pussy. My mouth easily covered the entire area and my tongue was in heaven, literally. Lori soon began to squirm about, her bottom seemed to be trying to dig a hole in my mattress. I reached below her writhing body to place a finger at her rosebud, which I began to touch and tickle slightly.

Apparently, Lori was unaware of how good that could feel. She went off like a rocket. Her hips were bucking wildly and she was practically screaming. Soon, she calmed a bit, but her pussy was still bucking into my mouth gently, savoring the sensations that swarmed her body.

Lynn, meanwhile, was in a near panic to have her own orgasm. I looked at her and the pleading was in her face and her voice. “Please lick me. Please!” Her legs were scissoring open and closed. She was desperate and was obeying my request not to touch herself.

Moving to her pussy, I stared at it for a few moments, knowing as soon as I began to lick her pussy she would have her own blast-off. I leaned in, hoping she was good for more than one orgasm, and placed my mouth on her little pussy.

It was different from Lori’s in that it was slightly larger and was beginning to mature. Her slit was longer by at least an inch, and her clit slightly more pronounced as it rose from the folds of her inner labia. Still, she was only eleven, just now entering puberty’s first stages, and it was definitely the pussy of a young girl.

As soon as my mouth landed on her, Lynn’s hips began to buck. She was pressing her pussy against my mouth as if the object was to glue herself to me there. If not for the need to eat and eventually take her home, I would have gladly allowed that to happen.

I licked at her clit and drank in the juices that had begun to flow from her. Lori’s pussy was only slightly moist, her sexual fluids not having developed much at age eight. Lynn, on the other hand, was quite able to lubricate naturally and I could taste the pussy juices that were streaming from her. I moved my finger to her butt as I had done before with Lori, and the response was the same.

She came.

And I mean this girl CAME.

It occurred to me I was probably giving her–and Lori earlier–the best orgasm she’d ever had. She was howling into the room, verbalizing the immensity of her climax.

“Oh, God..oh, God!” she was saying. “Fuck!”

Her belly was still spasming moments later as she began to come down from the crest of her orgasm. I looked at her, and this time her look was definitely one of pure love. She immediately shifted her position so she could kiss me, and I marveled at the ability of the young to recover so quickly. We kissed for a moment, but I was in need myself.

“Would you two mind licking me now?” I asked. I could hear the lust and desperation in my own voice.

Lynn smiled and looked over at Lori, who already had her fingers in her pie, so to speak. “C’mon, Lori, let’s lick Cheryl now and make her come!”

Soon I was lying back on my bed with two little girls’ faces at my hairless mound. They moved in to take care of my overwhelming need. Their lips kissed each other as they kissed my pussy, and soon they were both licking me as if they’d been eating pussy all their lives, which I guess in a way they had. I just hadn’t expected them to be so good at it. Their parents’ movies must have been very educational.

They were both licking and kissing my clit and I was rushing to the verge of a powerful orgasm. I could feel it boiling up from deep in my belly before slamming into me like a runaway train. In the middle of my orgasm, I recall wondering who was making all that racket, but it was me, of course. Spasms shook me to my core as the orgasm subsided, reluctant to let me go as much as I was reluctant to see it leave.

When I was able to move, I looked down at my two little ones. They were now kissing again, their tongues, previously coated in my juices, were intertwining and sharing those juices between them. I could see my fluids coating their mouths, loving the sight.

Then I noticed their hands were also busy. Each girl was rubbing the pussy of her sister. They were masturbating each other. And they were loving it every bit as much as I would have if I’d had the sister I had always longed for.

“Why don’t you two sixty-nine?” I asked. They looked at me, not understanding the term. “I’m sure you’ve seen it in movies, where you are both head to pussy and licking each other?”

“Oh, yeah, we’ve done that!” said Lynn. They shifted and were soon licking each other with abandon. I scooted to where I could get close-up views of what they were doing, and soon I was masturbating as they licked each other to their approaching orgasms.

They were beginning to buck into each other’s mouth, their pussies seeming to have minds of their own, which they may have. I was getting close too. I was looking at how expertly Lori was licking her sister’s pussy when the same train rushed up to me again, and I was in pure bliss. As I entered my second orgasm of the day, I heard my little ones enter their own.

I looked at my bedside clock. It was 5:34. We still had the night ahead. This was going to be one night to remember.

I had just caught my breath when my phone rang. Getting up, I went to where I’d left it in the living room and answered, seeing it was the number from the hotel where Lynn and Lori’s parents were. I was thankful Gina hadn’t “dropped by” as Terri had a few mornings before. That one had worked out well, but the likelihood of it working out the same way was almost impossible.

Accepting the call, I said, “Hello.”

“Hi, just calling to check in on my girls and make sure Lynn hadn’t returned to being ‘Little Miss Bitch’ and making your life miserable.”

“Oh, no, they’re fine.  Great, in fact.”  I smiled at my little joke, which of course Gina didn’t understand.

“Good.  I’m so glad you are getting along.”

“Couldn’t be better.” My smile brightened.

“Okay. You have our number if you need us. In fact, you can just call the hotel room. We don’t plan on going out. But if I don’t answer right away, give me time, and if it goes to messaging, just hang up and call right back. I could be occupied and have trouble getting to the phone.”

“Yes, I understand,” I said, wishing I could tell her the same thing.

“Oh, yes. I’m glad you do. We appreciate the babysitting service you provide so much. In fact, you’ve no idea how much.” She laughed a little as if we were sharing a sexy secret, which we were of course.

“You two enjoy yourselves,” I said.

“Oh, honey, we already are.” I heard her laugh as she hung up.

But then she hadn’t hung up. She had meant to, certainly, but I could still hear conversation in the background. I was about to say something into my phone to let her know the hotel’s phone was still off the hook, but then what I heard stopped me.

“Where were we?” I heard Gina say.

“I think you were sucking my dick,” came the reply.

I had admitted long ago I’m not too good to engage in some eavesdropping, especially on a sexual encounter, and this was going to be a good one to eavesdrop on. If they noticed the phone hadn’t hung up, they would just assume I had hung up and their conversations and love-making would be assumed to have been private.

I sat on my couch and listened to the slurping noises coming from the hotel room. I wasn’t interested in her husband, even though he was good looking. I was interested in hearing Gina come at some point. She was twice as attractive as he was.

After a few minutes of what she was doing to him and his moans in the background, she stopped. “I want you to fuck me doggy-style,” she said.

“With pleasure.” I heard rustling on the bed and suddenly his voice seemed clearer than it had been. He must have moved to where he was closer to the phone.

Moments later, I could hear the sounds of flesh against flesh. He was fucking her. I tried to picture it in my mind, but instead of his cock, I pictured me pushing a dildo into her wet pussy.

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” he said. I heard a muffled response. “You know what. That little pussy.”

I could hear her better now, though it was distant. “Do you blame me?”

“No, she’s growing into a hot little thing, isn’t she?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Was that in answer to what I said or my fucking?”

“Both.”

“She’s going to make some man very happy one day.”

“Or woman. She was so pouty today when Cheryl got here. I’m glad they’re getting along.”

“Maybe Cheryl’s licking her little pussy. Wouldn’t that be wild?”

I think I may have stopped breathing. They were talking about sex with Lynn. They were talking about Gina fantasizing about sex with Lynn – and about me doing it as well.

“I wouldn’t mind licking Cheryl as well,” said Gina. Then she was grunting and moaning.

Should I listen to more? I wasn’t sure. Right then, the two girls came into the room, and my pussy was on fire again.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Cheryl Taggert

The following is not new, though many of you may not have read it before since it was never on Leslita. It is also autobiographical and explains how lesbianism and other homosexual love is about more than sex. Enjoy, or at least I hope you do.

For Lisa

I lay in bed last night, thinking of you. The kisses that seemed to melt like butter on a warm stove were still a memory, the intimacy borne of our love palpable in the air. Looking over in the dark, I could see the silhouette of your beautiful face that shone in the pale moonlight. And I thanked the moon for its illuminating caresses. As I lie here now, ignoring the morning that is on its way in a few hours, the memory comes alive as I paint your image in my brain once more. I am there again as if it is only just happening. . .

My love wants to burst from within my heart, causing a tightness that lingers in my chest. The tightness begins to flow from my body through my eyes, the tears of joy and complete love overflowing my soul, spilling over the eyelids you love to kiss. My vision blurs, but you are still visible in the moon’s glow, as if nothing could prevent your beauty from dominating a room.

I notice the mound of your breast has freed itself from the sheet’s covering. It peers into the darkness, seeking my lips. The nipple caps the soft, firm flesh. The coolness of the night kisses the crown of your breast, urging it into mild stiffness as it puckers to return the night’s kiss. Gentle breezes that waft through the open window caress you. I feel unbidden jealousy of the night air as it coaxes a response from you.

I gently move toward you, determined to reclaim what is mine.

I watch the rise and fall of your breast and wonder if your dreams are about me. I imagine myself crawling into your body, knowing what you know in your dreams, feeling what you feel. Making love to you with need’s passion in your dreams as well as the waking world.

With a stark suddenness, I unexpectedly breathe in your scents–perspiration and female sex mixed with Opium perfume and your strawberry-scented shampoo. The aroma fills me with longing, and I feel the excitement percolating deep in my most private places that I share only with you. My clitoris awakens from a brief slumber, stiffening instantly, ignoring the orgasm you brought earlier.

Still breathing your fragrance deeply into myself, I shift closer. I can feel your warmth wafting from you; I imagine the center of that heat and long to devour its various flavors. My own heat and moisture flows from me with an urgency that overwhelms me. I reach down to my own fur-covered softness, feeling the wetness, surprised at the quantity of fluid that has gathered there to lubricate my sex. I hold the wet fingers to my nostrils and my own scents mix with yours, bringing the pounding of my heart to a steady throbbing against my ribs. Placing the drenched fingers into my mouth, I savor the appetizer while imagining the main course.

I move to you and feel your breath tickle my cheek. You breathe deeply in sleep, and I imagine your brain noticing my scent, triggering a dream of me. I stare at your closed eyes that dart behind your eyelids. My imagination breathes, and I imagine that your eye movements of dreams long to tell me what is happening in your slumber. I attempt to read their signals, and I imagine you are kissing me in your night world.

Finally, I can take it no more. My longing for you envelopes me entirely as I bend closer and place my lips gently on your cheek. You are a deep sleeper, and I silently apologize for the waking that will come, hoping you will think the passion is worth waking for. I kiss you softly on the lips, my tongue darting quickly into the soft opening, caressing just inside the warmth. My mind snaps into the future and I imagine my lips on other softer, moister lips to caress living ecstasy from you.

You begin to stir and I continue my kiss. Slowly and tenderly, you begin returning my attentions. You sigh deeply, wrap your arms around me, press into me. Joy fills me as I realize my wish came true: you don’t mind the awakening.

My eyes have been open because I want to see you when you open yours. They flutter, open, see me. Then all is dark as we kiss passionately, eyes close to allow the other senses to experience more fully our bodies’ intertwining.

My leg moves between yours as I press my sex into your hip. My own thigh moves into your mound. You press gently upward and I feel the beginning of your wetness against my flesh. Our breasts meet, press together. Our nipples harden as I feel yours press against the soft flesh of my breast to engage in a lover’s kiss, nipple to nipple.

We writhe tenderly together, seeking pressures that will increase our excitement. My love for you overwhelms me again, and tears of utter joy spring to my eyes. I wonder what I have done to deserve your love. I can actually feel your love for me emanating from you. It is intoxicating, and I revel in the swelling of my heart. I drink freely of the emotion and am drunk with the nearness of you. The world doesn’t accept our love, saying it is unnatural, but I can think of nothing more natural in the world.

It is a startling paradox.

Your kiss becomes more insistent. Apparently, I have touched off a need in you, and that thought thrills me as I continue to press myself into you as much as possible without penetrating your skin and becoming one body with you, although that is my deepest wish at that moment. I imagine again what that would be like, to feel my own touches on your body, to understand your love for me from your perspective, to experience the orgasm that I give you. The thought increases my intoxication of love, which in turn feeds the thought. This makes our love perfectly circular, like a wedding ring but more precious and dear.

Our urgency mounts. You finally break the kiss, taking my head in your hands and pushing my face from yours to stare into my eyes. You are communicating wordlessly. I notice that you, too, are crying with the knowledge of the enormity of our love for each other. You don’t need to tell me the reason for the tears; I already know. And that knowledge, more than anything, confirms my idea that we are perfect soul mates. We are one, lover, loved, lover. I cannot enter your body, but I am already inside your soul. And that is enough.

I move to the nape of your neck, just above the collarbone. I nuzzle and kiss there, knowing how much you love it. I nibble my way to your earlobes. You begin to squirm beneath me.

“Oh, God, Cheryl. I love you so,” you whisper to me.

“Not as much as I love you,” I reply softly. It’s a game we play when we say these most important words. It is appropriate.

“Yes, as much . . . or more,” you breathe, fully understanding the rules of the game.

I rise to my hands and knees, looking down at you. We are both naked, in more ways than one. And we accept it. It is what makes our life together so perfect. I notice that your hip glistens with my wetness. At the same time, I feel the coolness of the night kiss the moisture you have left behind on my thigh and remember the night air’s kiss on your breast earlier when you were sleeping.

Now it is my turn to complete the game that isn’t a game at all.

“Maybe as much, but never more,” I murmur, lying down to suckle the breast that the night air had kissed earlier.

Your nipple swells as I pull the blossom of flesh into my mouth. My tongue flicks the aureole and tip of the nipple, relishing the feel. You begin to moan softly as you stroke my back. I can feel the bed move as you begin to squirm into the mattress. Your passion rises, matching mine.

I open my eyes to see your other hand, the one not on my back, pinching and pulling your unattended nipple. Your moaning increases, signaling the heightened passion that is working in the wetness of your soft petals below. While I continue to suck the stiffened nipple, my hand begins its journey down your belly. I bypass the center of your rising lust, moving to the insides of your thighs to squeeze and caress.

Leaving the nipple behind, my mouth begins to follow the hand’s journey. I kiss and tongue the firm flesh of your tummy, stopping to dip my tongue into your navel. Your squirming increases. I breathe in your scent. My mouth waters in anticipation.

My hand has found the back of your knee. My soft contact with the tender flesh is particularly arousing to you. My fingers play it tenderly as if your flesh is a sensitive piano. The contact is so soft that I am almost not touching you at all.

Finally my mouth has arrived at the wetness left behind by my sex on your hip. I lick the sweet-tasting moisture away. I move up to the source of your pleasure that is strangely also the source of mine. The fragrance is strong, matching our passion. I breathe the aromas of the intoxicating flower and decide I can wait no longer. I feel that you can’t either.

My tongue flicks out and touches your swollen clit. It is wet, waiting, insistent. It seems to reach out for the contact. Your moan rises through your body from that one small spot.

Lowering my face to you, I cover this other mouth with mine. Your hips rise from the bed to meet the welcome guest. I sense your need. Your orgasm’s arrival won’t take long.

My lips and tongue explore every crevice, returning again to the urgent need of your clit. You pull insistently on my body, which is perpendicular to yours. You need to be doing the same to me, and I allow the motion to pull me into you.

As your mouth makes contact with my most sensitive flesh, my own urgency and passion surprise me. I realize I was momentarily unaware of my own need, concentrating on yours only.

Soon we are moving against each other’s lips and tongues. Grinding our sex into the other’s mouth. Meeting the thrusts of our lover’s tongue. For now, this is the definition of perfect bliss.

The passion builds and we approach the cliff that is our mutual orgasm with amazing speed. We moan loudly, filling the room with our song of lovemaking. Wails of pleasure seem to echo off the walls and our minds. We are nearly there. We hold the other’s hips in a love grip. Our mouths try to send our love to the other with each moment of contact, as if we could fill each other with love from our lips and tongues. Our passion is explosive.

Finally, the moment arrives. Our bodies move to the cresting orgasms as we reach our peaks simultaneously. We are dancing a ballet that we have perfected. Rising, rising, the orgasm builds to a throbbing mass of feeling – physical, emotional, and spiritual.

Our lovemaking complete, our loving continues. I move to lie in your arms. We hold each other, savoring the afterglow of our loving dance. We are contented.

“I love you,” I say.

“Not as much as I love you,” you reply.

And so it goes.

…

Unsure of the truth, we drift happily into a deep sleep until I awake to lie in bed thinking of you and the passion of our lovemaking and our love.

 

Another Overnighter Begins!

By Cheryl Taggert

That afternoon, after seeing Terri, Christy, and Trish off with a promise to hook up again in a few days, I went back to bed to rest and catch up on some lost sleep. The three of us had spent most of the day in bed, certainly, but we hadn’t gotten much sleep. Terri had gotten to know her little girls in ways she’d always hoped to know them, and I was glad for how it turned out.

The next day, I got a call from another hotel. There was another couple wanting an overnight sitter! I was thrilled for the job, but even happier that it was, once again, two sisters. One was eleven and the other eight. I hoped they would be as adventurous as Christy and Trish had been.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was directed to the room where the family was staying. I knocked and heard, “Just a sec!” from the other side of the door. I heard a man’s voice and the woman saying, “You can’t let the sitter see you like that!” The man laughed and I heard a door close. Seconds later, the door opened and the wife was standing there, smiling at me and inviting me in.

“Sorry, my husband wasn’t dressed yet,” she said. “He’s in the bathroom finishing up.”

“Not dressed?! He was naked!” giggled the daughter who was obviously the eight-year-old.

“I’m Gina, and the tattle-tale is Lori,” said Gina. “And that one pouting on the bed is Lynnette. Lynn for short.”

“I’m not pouting!” said Lynn.

I took in the situation immediately. Lori, at eight, didn’t mind having a sitter for the night, but Lynn, being ‘nearly grown’ at eleven, resented my presence. I turned my attention to the happy one first.

“Hi, Lori! That’s a pretty name! Just like you!” I wasn’t lying either. She was absolutely gorgeous. She could have been a child model, she was so pretty. Lynn, I could see, was just as beautiful, though her sour features at the moment detracted from what I could see was an amazingly beautiful pre-teen.

Each girl had wavy chestnut hair, but Lynn had added blond highlights recently that created two thick bands of light golden hair that gave her the appearance of being like a wild animal, like some jungle cat as yet undiscovered by anyone. She already had the appearance of someone who would be a strikingly beautiful woman who would be able to demand the attentions of any man who wasn’t gay, or any woman who was, or at least partially so. Both girls’ eyes were dark brown, like rich, dark chocolate. Lori had a button nose like her mother’s. Lynn’s was narrower, probably like her father’s. At the moment, it was buried in her I-phone, either texting or playing a game.

Of course, it also hadn’t escaped me that the dad had been naked in front of the two girls, who seemed to take it in stride. The openness that the family had about nudity was a good sign, just as Christy’s noticing her father’s rising penis at the beach had been a good omen for my fun with her and Trish. She’d obviously seen it before and had just smiled at what was a natural occurrence.

I noticed Lynn roll her eyes when I’d commented on Lori’s name and beauty. For a moment I thought she might definitely be a difficult one to handle, but I thought I knew how to handle that.

I went to the bed and sat beside her, giving Gina a look that said I knew the score and could handle it. Gina smiled and shrugged as if to say, Go ahead. Give it your best shot.

“Hi,” I said.

Lynn darted her eyes at me without turning her head in my direction, meaning she knew she had to acknowledge me but wasn’t going to be my best friend or anything. I hoped I could change that.

I stood up. “Let’s go out on the balcony for a second. I want to talk to you woman to woman.”

That peaked her interest a bit. Her eyebrows scrunched together in puzzlement at my referring to her as another woman. She closed the program on her phone and followed me through the sliding-glass doors to the balcony that overlooked the pristine blue ocean that beckoned to all who saw it with the whispering of its waves bathing the shore.

I sat in a lounge chair and indicated she should take the other, but she crossed her arms and considered me warily from where she stood. Okay. I could deal with that.

I remained silent, deciding to make her speak first. She was eleven, so of course it worked.

“What?” she said, petulance dripping from her tone.

I looked at her and smiled. “I know you resent having to be with me tonight.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I just wanted you to know first off that I understand.”

“I don’t need a baby-sitter.”

“I know you don’t, and I agree.”

“You do?” Ah, the first surprise had landed just as I’d hoped. She had obviously thought I would go into how she’s only eleven and couldn’t stay alone. Agreement with her was something she wasn’t prepared for.

“I do. Let me explain something. When I was nearly thirteen, my parents went away for a weekend. Like you, I loathed the idea of being with a baby-sitter. I wasn’t a baby; I was nearly a teenager, and I had managed to be by myself on countless occasions without setting fire to the house or getting myself kidnapped. But I’d never been alone for an entire weekend, or even an entire night.”

Lynn looked at me with the “okay-here-comes-the-how-I’m-too-young-to-be-by-myself talk” evident all over her face.

“But I’d been alone before in the house plenty of times,” I continued, “but I’d also been rather lonely at times when I was alone, too.”

I was looking directly into her eyes and I could see she understood that one.

“So I don’t want you to view me as a baby-sitter. I want you to see me as your companion. Someone to keep you company and hang out with while your parents do their thing.”

“Do I have a choice?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“Well, you do have a choice about some things. You have a choice about whether or not you’re going to enjoy our time together or be miserable.” I paused. “And besides, I’m a lot like the girl who stayed with me that weekend, and we had a blast. You see, I don’t necessarily view a girl your age as so much of a child as a budding adult. In other words, I will treat you more like a grown-up than your parents would. And that means this could be a great time for us all. But I have to tell you that being miserable is what a child would do. An adult would see the endless possibilities of the night ahead of us.”

For the first time, she smiled. It was a mischievous smile. I know what she was thinking was not what I was thinking, but the seed had been planted that we could act more like girls who were closer to the same age, not a baby-sitter and a child.

“Okay…” she was still wary, but willing to see if I meant what I said.

“So have a seat,” I said, and this time she did. I noticed her slender butt in the tight shorts she was wearing as she sat and I tried to keep from drooling. Her hips had not quite started to flare, but I could see the hint of it.

“So, tell me something. I’m curious. Does your father often run around naked in front of you and your sister?”

She must have thought I might turn him in to the authorities or something. “It’s not like he does sex things to us or anything,” she said, defending her father.

“I didn’t think he did. I was just wondering. It’s fairly uncommon for moms to be okay with that sort of thing, especially around a daughter who is becoming an adult.”

“Can I tell you something and you won’t like freak out or anything?”

My mind reeled with the possibilities of what she might say. “It’s hard to make me freak,” I said.

“We usually go to a nudist resort instead of coming here for vacation.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“Yeah, we’re nudists. Big whoop.”

“So am I,” I answered her, and it was her turn to raise her eyebrows in surprise. “But don’t tell your mom or dad, okay? I wouldn’t want them deciding not to hire me because I go naked most of the time and I’m taking their daughters to my apartment for an overnight stay.”

“They wouldn’t do that,” she said, but I knew better.

“Honey, parents can get kind of weird about stuff like that, even if they’re nudists too. Take my word for it.”

“Okay, I won’t say anything,” she said, sealing our friendship with the shared secret.

“Can I ask something else?” I said. She looked at me with a “go ahead” look on her face. “Do you like going naked?”

She smiled again. “Yeah. I like how free it makes me feel.”

“If you want, we can go naked at my place. I won’t mind a bit. That is, if Lori doesn’t mind going naked, of course.”

“Are you kidding? I’m surprised she’s dressed right now,” she said with a laugh. It was a beautiful laugh. It sounded like the waves bathing the shore.

We stood up and went back inside, both of us laughing. “Wow! What did you do with my daughter? This is obviously an impostor,” said Gina.

“We just made friends, that’s all,” I said, smiling at Lynn.

“You wouldn’t want to come work for us full-time, would you?” she joked.

Gina and I exchanged contact information and her husband came out of the bathroom to meet me. We shook hands and I smiled at him. I may be a lesbian, but I could appreciate a handsome man. I know a gay man who tells me just because he’s gay doesn’t mean he’s blind, and that he knows a beautiful woman when he sees one.

The girls and I left the hotel room and went down to my car, Lori holding her Barbie doll and carrying her overnight bag because she insisted she could. I carried Lynn’s overnight bag, which I knew had sleepwear she would never don.

As we got in the car and started it, I asked Lynn, “What are your parents planning to do tonight?” It was just to make conversation, but her answer surprised me more than a little.

“Probably rent an X-rated movie on the hotel’s pay-per-view and screw all night,” Lynn said and Lori giggled. I looked around at her in the backseat and she giggled some more. Apparently, these girls knew more about their parents’ personal habits than most young girls. I wondered if it was purely due to the fact they were nudists, but I doubted that. I had started to put the car in gear and drive but thought better of it for the moment.

Smiling a little so as not to urge them to move off the subject, I asked, “Why would you say that?”

“Okay,” said Lynn. Her eyes concentrated out the front windshield as if she was coming to an important decision. “Did you mean what you said about not treating me like a baby?” She looked back at me, the need to trust me in her gaze.

“Yes, of course.”

“And we can have secrets that you won’t tell, like how I won’t tell about going naked tonight?”

“We’re going naked?!” shouted Lori from the backseat. Her grin and tone of excitement told me all I needed to know about how right Lynn had been about Lori agreeing to being nudists that night.

“Yes,” said Lynn. “But you can’t tell Mommy or Daddy, like with the movies.”

“Okay, I won’t tell anyone!” said Lori and sat back, happy with the world. “We’re going naked tonight,” she said to her Barbie and began to undress her. I was momentarily reminded how my friends and I would have our Barbies engage in sex with Ken and her friends and wondered if Lori did the same.

“So we can have secrets?” asked Lynn again, bringing me back to the moment.

I already suspected what this secret was, based on her comment to Lori, but felt I should let her tell it. “Yes, Lynn. Of course.”

“My parents have like an entire library of X-rated videos.”

“How do you know that?”

Lynn looked at me. “You better be telling the truth about keeping secrets.”

“I am. How do you know they have a library of X-rated videos?”

“Because I’ve seen them.”

“Me too!” piped up Lori from the back.

I looked from Lynn to Lori. Lori had a huge grin on her face, very happy finally to share the naughty secret. Lynn was more suspicious, waiting to see how I reacted to this news.

“You mean as in you’ve seen the library of movies on a shelf or something, or you’ve actually watched the movies themselves?” I asked, hoping it was the latter and not believing my good fortune.

“I’ve just seen the library of movies.”

“Nuh-uh! We’ve watched them!” said Lori. I looked at her. “We’ve watched the movies of people doing it!” She giggled.

“Lori!” said Lynn. “You weren’t supposed to ever tell that!”

Lori was suddenly much less excited, having been chastised by her sister. “Well, we do,” she said, much more quietly than she’d done before.

“It’s okay. I won’t tell. I said I wouldn’t and I won’t,” I said, causing Lynn to relax visibly.

“I wasn’t going to tell you that, but blabber-mouth back there had to tell.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I watch them too.”

“You do?” asked Lynn, her eyebrows arched in surprise.

“Let’s just say I have my own library.” I smiled at Lynn, who smiled back shyly.

Lori spoke up from the back seat.  “When Lynn watches them, she plays with her–“.

“Hush, Lori!” Lynn was turning red with embarrassment, guessing I could figure out what Lori was about to say.

I reached out and touched Lynn’s arm, caressing it lightly. “It’s okay, Honey. So do I.”

“So do you…what?” I guess she wanted to be sure what I was talking about.

“I play with myself. I masturbate. I mean, how can you watch that stuff and not play with your pussy?” I smiled at her as my heart did its best to slow down. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and perhaps I was.

Glancing back at Lori, I asked Lynn, “Does she touch herself too?”

Lynn leaned over the seat and looked accusingly at Lori. “Yes, Lori plays with her pussy too!”

“Nuh-uh!” said Lori. “I never do that!”

“Yes, you do. At least as much as I do.”

“No I don’t. Anyway, if I do it’s ’cause you showed me how.”

“Don’t worry about it, you two. We all do it, so it doesn’t matter,” I said, ending the argument.

I finally put the car in gear and drove toward my apartment. I could feel the sexual tension already building inside my car. My confession that I had my own X-rated library and the talk of how we all masturbated had more or less sealed the deal that we might just do that when we got to my place, but I wanted to be sure. At a stoplight, I asked them, “So do you guys want to watch an X-rated movie at my place tonight? I’m okay with it if you are.”

The girls grinned at each other, and I had my answer even before they said “Sure!” in unison.

After I pulled into the complex where I lived, we got out and I led the way to my apartment. The girls lingered behind me and I could tell they were having a brief conversation, the only part that I could make out being Lori saying, “But she won’t mind if we do,” followed by a shushing from Lynn.

As we entered the apartment, I turned to them as I began to pull my shirt over my head. “Last one naked is a rotten egg!” I said, and the girls went into a flurry of disrobing.

When we were each naked, we took a few moments to look at each other. Well, I looked at them and they looked at me, having seen each other naked probably every day of their lives.

Lynn began to chew the side of her upper lip, a habit I later recognized as showing she was nervous about something. She had done the same in the car during our confessions.

“Umm…” she began.

“What?” I asked, truly not knowing what was making her nervous.

“You mentioned movies?” She blushed a deep red.

I chuckled and said, “Oh, yes. Of course.” I went to my bedroom and returned with a couple of movies. I had only two that included hetero sex, so I had brought them.

“You only have two?” asked Lynn, clearly disappointed in my “library” of movies.

“How many do your parents have,” I asked, more curious than anything.

“About a hundred,” she said, still looking disappointed.

Now it was confession time for me. “Well, honey, you see–umm–well.”

“What?” Lynn asked.

“Most of my movies are, well, they’re just girls.”

Lynn’s jaw dropped before turning into a grin. “You mean you’re a–”

“Yes, honey. I’m a lesbian.”

“That is so cool!” Lynn said.

“What?” asked Lori, not fully understanding.

“She likes sex with girls,” said Lynn.

Lori began to jump up and down with excitement. “I told you she wouldn’t mind if we do it!”

Lynn was suddenly embarrassed again and chewing her lip. “Uh…uh…” she stammered. She clearly hadn’t wanted that particular cat out of the bag. She and Lori had incestuous sex together.

I was definitely in heaven.

“It’s fine, sweetie. I used to wish so hard I had a sister to have fun with when I was your age. You are SO lucky!” I said, and took the naked and horny eleven-year-old into my arms and hugged her against me, relishing the feel of her arms as they encircled my waist and hugged me back.

As we hugged, I allowed one hand to slip down her back to her butt, which I caressed openly, savoring the feel of the twin globes of taut flesh beneath my hand. Lynn’s hands, too, moved down to my ass and returned the caresses. I peeked at Lori, and she was grinning at our actions, knowing we were enjoying the feel of each other’s body and understanding that we would be doing more than just touching our pussies while we watched the videos.

I broke the embrace and went to my bedroom to collect several of my lesbian-themed movies. Returning to the living room, I found the two sisters on the sofa, each with a hand on the other’s pussy and rubbing lightly. When I entered, Lynn blushed.

“We’ve been doing it for a few years now,” Lynn said, as if that explained it all, and it did.

I put the first movie into the DVD player and joined the girls on the couch, making them spread apart so I could sit between them.

“Let’s pretend you are the sisters I longed for all my life, okay?” I asked, placing a hand on each pussy and smiling as the movie began to play.

Continue on to Chapter 4

An Unexpected Visitor

By Cheryl Taggert

By the time that night rolled around, we had engaged in various forms of sex, even making a daisy-chain where I was licking Trish, who was licking Christy, who was licking me. As we were making oral love to each other, we switched places where each of us was licking the one who had been licking us. It was fun and very erotic. I’d had these fantasies for a long time, but I’d never imagined I would be so lucky as to have two little ones in bed with me–little ones who were more than eager to try everything I suggested since my suggestions so far had resulted in such good feelings.

Finally, it was time for bed. I wasn’t ready for sleep yet, but it was near 10:00, and Christy and Trish needed their sleep. Still, there was one thing we hadn’t explored yet. It was the one thing I was unsure about because it involved the anus, and little girls can be SO disgusted with anything to do with that area of the body. But what a wonderful erogenous zone! My mouth was watering to get my tongue on those lovely rosebuds! While I had touched Christy’s little flower while eating her, I don’t think she had been aware of it exactly, so involved was she in the sensations that were flooding her body at that time.

So as I tucked them in, I decided to go for broke. After all, the worst they could do was look disgusted.

Which of course, they did. But I didn’t stop with the suggestion. I knew I’d have some convincing to do before I began, and I’d decided how to handle it already.

I’d put them to bed in my king-sized bed — naked of course — and sat on the edge of the bed to kiss them goodnight and start the conversation about their butts.

After kissing them for several minutes, I asked them if they knew about that other spot on the body that when licked and played with felt almost as good as having their pussies licked and played with. Of course they didn’t, but they were very eager to hear about it.

“Well, it’s a place you might not think is too nice to kiss and lick and play with, but it sure feels good when you do.”

“What is it?!” asked Christy, her gorgeous eyes opening wide.

“Well, both of you close your eyes and spread your legs wide.” They did, but not wide enough. “Pull your knees up to your chest and hold them there.” They did. Checking to see if their eyes were closed, I placed a finger of each hand near their buttholes. Then I moved in and placed my finger on the spot I sought to pleasure.

They both flinched away from my finger and opened their eyes. “That was my butthole!” said Trish.

“I know. That’s the place I’m talking about.”

“Eww!” they squealed in unison and looked at each other in disgust. “That’s where I poop from!” said Christy.

“I know, but it’s clean now from the shower and you haven’t pooped since then, have you?”

“No, but still. My butthole?” said Christy. I thought of informing her I’d already tickled that spot when she came but decided to hold back on that little nugget of information until I needed it.

“Well, if you don’t want to find out how good it feels to have me lick it and play with it, that’s your loss,” I said, getting up from the bed and hoping the ploy would work. After all, if I started and they didn’t like it, I would stop immediately. I just didn’t want them not to try it because of what usually happened down there.

“You mean it feels good?” asked Trish.

“Like when you lick our pussies?” added Christy.

“I think it does, but there’s only one way to find out,” I said, raising my eyebrows to hint what had to be done to learn if they liked it or not.

“Do we have to lick and play with your butthole too?” asked Christy.

“Honey, you only have to do what you want to do. I won’t say I wouldn’t like for you to, but I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. Have you both liked what we’ve done so far?”

They both nodded.

“Do you think I would do anything to hurt you?”

They shook their heads–a definite NO.

“Do you think I’m trying to trick you into doing something that doesn’t feel good?”

Vigorous head shaking–absolutely not!

“Well, then, are you willing to at least try it to see if you like how it feels?”

They looked at each other, probably checking to see if the other was willing. I could see it in their eyes they didn’t want the other to think they were “weird” for letting me rim them, though they didn’t know the term for it, of course. The decision made, they looked at me and said “Okay” together.

“Who’s the lucky and brave one to go first?” I asked, knowing they would fight now for the privilege of being the ‘brave one’. Two hands went up immediately, but Christy’s was just barely ahead of Trish’s. “Okay, Christy’s hand was first.” Trish pouted a bit for losing. “It’s okay, Trish, honey. You can come down and watch me and learn what I’m doing at least.” With that her adventurous spirit was once again restored and she grinned at me.

I had Christy turn over and scrunch her knees under her to raise her butt in the air. My heart was pounding as I looked at the little bubble butt open before me, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to. I think I was drooling–again.

Trish was quite interested and as I spread Christy’s butt cheeks, she put her face up near Christy’s butt to look at the offered anus. I moved my face down to the puckered jewel and stuck my tongue out just to graze the small ring of flesh. From Christy I heard a sharp intake of breath. I did it again and got the same reaction. Each time her butt also flinched a bit at the wet contact of my tongue, but more or less stayed where it was.

“Feel nice?” I asked.

“Mostly it feels…strange and different,” said Christy. “But I like it.”

“I thought you would. When I was licking you before, I put a finger on your butthole. You were too excited to notice, but I know it was adding to your enjoyment of what was happening to your body.”

“My turn!” said Trish, and I had to laugh. Moments ago they were disgusted by the idea of having their butts licked, and now they couldn’t wait.

“You’ll get your turn, sweetheart. I’ve not even begun with Christy yet.”

Now I moved in and started slathering her anus with my tongue, getting it delightfully wet. I continued this until her hips began to squirm on their own. I heard sighs and moans starting from where Christy’s head was lying sideways on the pillow. After a few minutes, I stopped long enough to ask if she liked it. “YES!” she said and wiggled her butt at me to get me back to licking her butthole.

I looked at Trish, who was nearly in a trance. Then I noticed why. Her hand was busy at her pussy, rubbing herself, masturbating shamelessly before me. I leaned over and kissed her. Without thinking, she kissed me back, tongue and all, her hand still working her tiny clit. Suddenly, she realized she was swiping her tongue along my tongue–the same one that had been licking Christy’s butthole. She pulled back, wide-eyed. “It’s okay, honey. It’s really no different from her lips if she’s clean, and she is.”

“I didn’t taste anything. I couldn’t taste any poop,” she said.

“And you won’t, Honey.”

“Hey! What about me?” asked Christy, her butt twitching around for attention.

With that, Trish looked at me and asked, “You promise?”

I nodded my head, not believing what she was going to do with almost no convincing. “As long as she’s clean, you won’t taste anything.”

Trish leaned forward and after a few tentative licks to verify she wouldn’t taste any poop, she planted her mouth on Christy’s butt. I couldn’t see what was happening, but from the looks of things, Christy was getting a first-class rimming from Trish. She started moaning and grunting again. I left that end of Christy and moved to her head. She saw me there.

“You mean, Trish is–” she panted, only believing it was her because my own mouth was right there in front of her. I nodded and moved to kiss her, putting the tongue that moments ago had been rimming her into her mouth and wrapping it around her tongue. If it occurred to her where my tongue and lips had been moments ago, she didn’t show it. She just kissed me, grunting and groaning into my mouth as our tongues danced and her nine-year-old sister bathed her asshole with her tongue.

Soon, I left Christy there panting and moved down to where I could lick her pussy while Trish licked her butthole. In no time Christy was coming. And hard, especially for one so young.

After Christy had come, she lay there, but Trish was as horny as ever. She moved immediately into position so I could rim her butthole too. I was happy to oblige. I began to tongue and lick her gorgeous butthole and she began to moan immediately. I used my fingers on her pussy, rubbing the smooth skin and plunging my fingers between her labia to stimulate her tiny clit, which was a hard little b-b nestled in the folds at the top of her inner labia.

It didn’t take long until she was thrashing around on my bed, and soon she, too, was coming every bit as hard as her sister had moments before.

When I finished, I looked down at them both. They were tired, but they were not ready for sleep yet. “Can we do that to you too?” Trish asked. Christy looked as if she wasn’t as sure, but she could see that Trish had not only loved having it done but loved doing it too, so she smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, we wanna do you now,” she said.

“Well, who am I to say no to such lovely little girls?”

I lay back and pulled my knees up, exposing my anus and pussy to their delighted gaze. Trish was the first to start licking my butthole, and Christy went after my clit. Soon, though, Christy was nudging Trish out of the way and, with only a second’s hesitation, plunged her tongue onto and into my butthole. Soon, she was rimming me like a pro, and Trish, for the time being, moved to my pussy.

I lay there, looking down at where my pussy and butthole were exposed to the mouths of these sexy little girls. I took time to stare at their pussies, burning the pictures of this moment into my brain for future fantasies that would play as I masturbated to the memories. In a single night, these cherubs had become experts at oral sex. I must be a better teacher than I thought I was. Or they were just naturals at it.

Finally it was all more than I could take. I started coming, and it seemed to last an hour. I was spasming and hunching my body in orgasmic bliss as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through my body. Small body-quakes rolled through my insides as each wave crashed onto the shore of my bliss. I felt my life was perfect now, and the thought occurred to me that I might just move to where these girls lived  and offer my services as a cheap, live-in nanny for this family.

My orgasm reluctantly subsided and suddenly, I too was tired. We lay down on my bed together and fell asleep, wrapped together like a wonderful present to each other, which in some ways we were. I wasn’t aware of anything until I heard my doorbell at 7:30 the next morning.

Expecting it to be my neighbor, who often stopped by around that time to see if I wanted to run with her, I got out of bed, slipped on a small robe, and went to answer the door. As I opened it I was saying, “Darla, I’m not up to it this–” and stopped mid-sentence. It wasn’t my neighbor Darla. It was Terri, the mother of Christy and Trish–the two lovely nine-year-olds lying naked in my bed and smelling of sex. In fact it occurred to me that I, too, probably reeked of pussy. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I had provided her my address, of course, and apparently she had somehow found it.

A hundred explanations zipped through my mind but none of them would be good enough to explain why two little girls were sleeping in my bed, naked, and smelling of pussy. I thought of using the excuse “they had a nightmare,” but realized how ridiculous that would sound–two girls having a nightmare at the same time, and why would having a nightmare involve sleeping naked with a woman who was also naked, or at least had been before putting on the sorry excuse for a covering I had grabbed in my haste.

Terri saw the look on my face, and her look of apology instantly turned into one of confusion and curiosity. I must have looked very shaken. In fact I was shaking. I wondered if she would kill me when she almost certainly figured out what had happened last night. I actually felt bad she might end up in prison for something I started. Then I realized if she didn’t kill me, I would certainly end up in prison.

“What is it?” she asked. “Is something wrong? Are the girls alright?!”

“I um…. I mean… uh….” It was all I could think of to say, which of course meant I couldn’t think of anything to say at all. My brain was too busy flashing my life before my eyes.

Looking oddly at me, her eyes registering an unknown fear, she moved sideways to the hallway, turned, and walked down toward my room–and the guest room I had with the untouched bed. And as Terri went to my room to see the evidence of what her daughters and I had done the previous night, I did what anyone would do. I sat on my sofa and began to cry. She stayed in my room for some time, longer than I would have thought she would once she saw the naked, sleeping little girls who must have reeked of sex. While she was back there, I began to imagine all sorts of terrible things. Headlines that blared, “Local Babysitter Caught in Sexual Tryst with Twin NINE-YEAR-OLD Girls!” Yes, the girls’ ages would certainly be in all caps. I could see myself in prison, being hated by many of the mothers there who were incarcerated with me. “Here’s what I’d do to you if you’d done that with MY daughter!” and the homemade knife would come out and the blade would disappear into the soft flesh of my belly. My life was over. I seriously began to consider beating my prison-mate to the punch and just killing myself.

I could hear nothing from the bedroom. I awaited the sound of the voices of Christy and Trish, as they woke up to Terri’s questions about what had gone on there last night, and the girls would be too scared to even attempt to lie.

But I heard nothing. And the longer the silence went on, the more frightened I became.

I continued crying, not looking around or even being aware of where I was. Just crying and sobbing by now. I was afraid Terri would kill me, and I was afraid she wouldn’t.

Finally, I felt a presence near me and I looked up, expecting Terri to be holding a weapon of some kind. A gun if she had one, a knife from my kitchen if she had no weapon of her own. (Odd what your mind creates in such times of extreme stress.) What I did see stunned me so much my sobs turned to quiet weeping in a heartbeat. Terri did not have a gun; she did not have a knife. She was crying herself. At first I wondered what she was crying about, and then I realized she was heartbroken over what I had done. She was trying to come to grips with the fact that I had violated her precious daughters, and precious they were. And she was almost certainly planning how she would kill me and would rightfully be able to claim temporary insanity.

I waited for her to begin screaming at me. I was suddenly aware that I could hear the sound of the air flowing through the vents from my air conditioner and the birds outside chirping merrily in their ignorance of what had happened. I seemed to be able to feel every inch of material where my butt met the sofa. And I was painfully aware of the smell of pussy that seemed to saturate me and the air around me.

Again, I waited for the screams to begin. Guilt that matched the power of my orgasms the night before washed over me.

“I’m sorry… so sorry,” I cried, praying she would somehow understand.

What happened then seemed to happen in some sort of underwater dream, as if reality had split away from the fabric of my world, leaving an alternate reality behind that seemed as impossible as it was real.

Instead of screaming at me, she came over and sat softly on the sofa beside me. She was still crying, of course. It had only seemed like an eternity since she came out of my bedroom where her naked and now sexually experienced daughters slept in blissful ignorance of what had developed, much like the songbirds who were still singing outside my window. It had really only been a few seconds since her return from the scene of the crime.

Her breath hitched into her lungs as if she was trying to breathe through a blockage. She looked at me, tears flowing freely down her beautiful cheeks. I suddenly realized her hand was on my knee, then my thigh. Then her lips were on mine. To say I was shocked would be like saying the surface of the sun was a little warm. I was in complete confusion, but my lips and tongue knew what to do on their own as I returned the kiss. Then I felt her hand on my pussy. Her fingers played in the soft, fleshy folds of my sex, coaxing juices from my vagina I thought I’d used up last night onto the surfaces that felt so good to be touched and fondled. Her pinky finger moved to my butthole and began to play with my rosebud, which only served to make me hornier, as well as more confused. I couldn’t figure out what had happened and what was happening. Was she tricking me? Was she going to suddenly change into a vengeful mother seeking retribution for what had been done to her nine-year-old twins?

Then it hit me.

What she’d seen in my bedroom had turned her on. It had turned her on a lot, based on the reaction I was the beneficiary of. She wasn’t going to kill me after all; she was going to fuck me to death, maybe, but she wasn’t going to kill me.

She moved a bit and, taking my hand, placed it on her butt. I could feel the softness beneath the thin, cotton skirt she wore. As I slid my hand over the softness, I realized she wasn’t wearing panties, either that or she had some kind of new panties that not only had no panty line, but was so discreet you couldn’t even feel the elastic edges of them, and if she did, I wanted some of those. My hand moved beneath the material of the skirt and I realized what I’d known without realizing it: she was sans panties. I wondered if she always went around in short skirts with no panties. She’d seemed, well, nice, but practical. She didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who would traipse around town in a short skirt and no panties, especially given the stiff ocean breezes that were nearly constant this time of year. She’d be flashing everyone who came within 100 feet of her. Where the hell were her panties? She had to have been wearing them when she arrived.

I stopped thinking about this riddle and concentrated on the beautiful woman who was doing her best to seduce me, though she didn’t have to try very hard at all.

I began to remove her clothes as we kissed with a heat so intense I thought we might burn ourselves. When we were naked, we moved immediately into a hot, humping, horny sixty-nine. I could tell she’d done this before. She was just too good. And women don’t simply decide on the spur of the moment to practically rape another woman they barely knew, though one cannot rape the willing, especially the VERY willing. After all, she was extremely beautiful, though she didn’t have what would be called classic beauty. Her nose was slightly turned to the right instead of a streamlined and perfectly formed nose. Her eyes were fairly ordinary, actually. I mean sometimes I see a woman and I recognize that her eyes are her best feature immediately. But Terri’s eyes were just–eyes. Nice ones, but nothing to stop the presses of the latest fashion magazines over. But still, she had a beauty about her. She was pretty, in a girl next door sort of way. She obviously kept herself in shape, but there was a slight “pooch” to her belly, probably from pregnancy. But none of these things mattered. What did matter was what secrets she had been hiding about her feelings for her daughters, and what we were doing at that moment. And what we were doing was making love to each other. She was loving me, physically and spiritually, and I was loving her in the same way.

I buried my face in her pussy, drinking up her juices as if they were life’s finest wine—which they basically were. My fingers sought her butthole and played with it, teasing it and soon I had pushed a finger inside to tease the tender flesh just inside her flower. Her pussy smelled and tasted so sweet that I recalled her daughters’ pussies and how they’d tasted so delicious and the thought, “Like mother, like daughter” came to mind.

And the suddenness of the change in my fortunes was incredible. I felt as if I’d just died and was taken to the gates of Hell just before a bunch of angels jumped out and yelled, “SURPRISE!” and whooshed me into Heaven. The surprise was that complete.

Soon we were each bucking strenuously against each other’s mouth, seeking release. I had come several times the night before and I figured she had as well since sex with each other was, after all, the reason she and her husband had hired me in the first place. I felt the climb up the mountain begin as my orgasm advanced. My body seemed to be saying, “YES, OVER HERE!” at its approach. I could tell Terri was about to come as well, and soon that’s exactly what we did.

As we were coming, I noticed that we each were doing our best to be quiet, as though to make sure the girls didn’t hear us and discover us together and ruin our secret. I was not wanting to do the explaining, and I wasn’t sure the girls would be so happy about this development. After all, it’s not every day you learn your mother is into sex with other women—or little girls for that matter, since that was what had precipitated our lovemaking. Then again, maybe they would be thrilled. Who knows?

After we’d both come, she lay with her head in my lap and told me her story.

“I can’t believe I’ve found someone I can tell this to, but based on what I saw, you and I are very much alike in at least one important way. We both get sexually turned on by little girls. And God help me, I’ve lusted after my daughters since they were four. Maybe even before that. I used to masturbate when the girls breastfed, even when their nursing became painful after the long sessions needed to feed them both. I would get so turned on from that. I would get my juices on my fingers and smear them on my nipple for them to suckle. Then I would smear some on their little pussies and play with them. They seemed to love that, so I convinced myself I wasn’t doing anything wrong since they enjoyed it so much. They are my daughters, and I wanted them to be happy, and that seemed to make them happy. I know it did me. Sometimes I would smear pussy juice on both nipples and have one on each breast while I masturbated myself and them. They didn’t have orgasms, though I usually did after finishing with them, but they would just be so at peace, calm. Those touches soothed them. When they became old enough to where I thought they might remember what I did, I stopped, but not because I wanted to. I finally had to get Jim to bathe them, claiming it got me down in the back to do it, but the truth was I so wanted to rub their little pussies when I bathed them. I wanted to rub them, fondle them, and…kiss them, and…put my tongue inside their little mounds.

“Then I saw them in your room and I instantly knew what had happened. I saw your guest room door was open, but the bed unused. I saw they were naked in your bed. I leaned over and sniffed their mouths and the sweet aroma of pussy juice was definitely there. The smell was on you when I came through the door, though it wasn’t until I had started down the hall that I recognized it. That’s when I knew. You’d done with my darlings what I’d wanted to do for so long. I was jealous. And I was instantly horny. Maybe hornier than I’ve ever been before. You probably noticed I wasn’t wearing panties. They’re on the floor beside your bed. I pulled them down and let them fall to my feet, and I stood there and masturbated over their naked bodies until I came. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted everything. I wanted you, of course. I wanted you the moment I saw you yesterday. I also wanted my girls. I wanted what you’d had with them. I still do, but I’m afraid. What if they are shocked by what I want to do with them? What if they can’t respect me as their mother anymore? What if they tell someone?”

“I doubt seriously that they’d tell anyone,” I said, my first words, other than my frightened apology, since the stammering gibberish I’d greeted her with at the door.

“How do you know that?”

“Because. Then they’d never get to do that again with each other, you, or even me. They LOVE it. And when I say they love it, I mean it’s the best thing in the world to them. If they knew that telling someone would end the fun, they would keep their juicy secrets to themselves and each other and nobody else.”

“You’re sure?” And suddenly, I was. The two little ones in my room were going to love the fact their mother wanted to do the same things to them we did last night.

“Very.” We were silent for a moment. She sighed a few times, obviously wondering how they would take the news that their mother wanted to make love with them.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Why did you come over?” I was very curious about that.

“I thought you three might want to go out for some breakfast. Jim was out for the count and I was wanting to eat something.” She giggled lightly. “And boy, did I eat!”

I felt some motion, small and secret, and looked down at Terri’s lap–where her hand was softly masturbating. The movements were gentle, unhurried, but I could tell they wouldn’t be for long. Terri seemed insatiable. And suddenly I realized she wasn’t the only one. I, too, was getting hot again. I leaned down to kiss her to start another lovemaking session when I heard another noise that let me know we weren’t the only two females enjoying each other. I heard a moan from my bedroom. Then a gasp. Then I heard Trish say, “Oh, yes! Right there!” This was followed by more moans, and a look of glee from Terri.

“They’re doing it,” she whispered. I could tell by the mischievous gleam in Terri’s eyes–which WERE beautiful after all, it suddenly seemed to me–that she wanted to sneak down the hall and at least listen if not watch.

I smiled in devilish understanding and motioned for her to sit up and follow me. We tiptoed down the hall until we were at the edge of the open door to my bedroom. I peeked around the door and saw they were much too involved to notice us. I motioned for Terri to take a look. Soon, we got up the nerve to enter the room quietly. Christy was licking Trish’s pussy, and Trish was coming with her eyes scrunched closed.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Trish uttered with each spasm. I looked at Terri, and smiled at the shocked look on her face. I put my finger to my lips to indicate silence for now and pointed to the floor at the foot of my bed, indicating that Terri should hide there. As Terri got down on all fours and moved smoothly to her place, I moved around the room to where I was standing behind Christy, whose bald little pussy was now staring right at me.

“Hi!” said Trish, grinning at me. “We woke up horny and you weren’t in here, so we did it together. Is that okay?”

“Honey, anything you want to do to each other or me is okay. But there is one thing I need to make sure you understand. You can never tell ANYONE else about this. If you do, I will go to jail, and you two may not be able to see each other again.”

The meaning of my words hit home. They both looked at me with saucer-shaped eyes. “You mean that?” said Christy.

“Definitely. You’re too young to understand, but some people would think what we’ve done is terrible, but it isn’t. They just like to make people feel guilty about what they feel and do. So don’t you EVER feel guilty about this, and don’t EVER tell anyone, either. Otherwise, what I said would happen will happen, and a lot of people would try to make you feel guilty about what we’ve done.”

They both promised me they would never tell a living soul; then I said, “Okay, we’re gonna play a different game. You have to lie back on the bed, shut your eyes, and put a pillow over your eyes so you can’t see anything. Then something wonderful will happen to you. But if you’re peeking, it won’t happen. It’s sort of like when Santa comes at Christmas. If you might see him, he won’t come to your house. So, no peeking, okay?”

They giggled, saying “Okay!” and covered their eyes with the pillows.

I sneaked a peek to see if they were cheating, but they weren’t. I motioned for Terri to quietly get on the bed and have some fun with them. She got up and looked at me with a huge smile before looking at them in absolute amazement. They were hers to do with what she wanted. She immediately bent over and started tonguing her daughter Christy. I could tell by the look of absolute bliss that Terri was in a sort of heaven all her own. I gently lay down to lick at Trish’s pussy. For the moment, Terri was too absorbed in what she was doing to notice, and I was thankful I had one of those mattresses that others on the bed can’t feel motion if you move. The two girls were at least two feet apart on the bed, and I was licking Trish while Terri was licking Christy. Each girl thought I was the one licking her. Soon, Christy began to respond to the loving her mother was giving her. She was twisting and writhing around in ecstasy as Terri pleasured her.

“Lick my butthole,” said Christy. I stopped what I was doing and nodded toward Christy’s butt. Terri, a look of amazed joy on her face, dove in, enjoying the feel of her daughter’s anus against her mouth and tongue.

“What?” said Trish, obviously confused. I realized this wasn’t going to last like this, but that was my plan anyway. I’d just hoped it would go on a bit longer.

“I wanted Cheryl to lick my butthole,” gasped Christy.

“She will when she’s done with me,” said Trish. “You’re so greedy sometimes.”

“Huh?” said Christy and removed the pillow to see what the hell was going on since I couldn’t be licking her asshole and licking Trish as well.

“MOMMY!” yelled Christy, reaching for blankets to cover her nakedness, not grasping the idea that if her mother was the one licking her, she wasn’t in trouble. But then she did grasp it. “Mommy?” she said softly, confused but not disgusted, a smile beginning to form on her beautiful face.

“What?” said Trish, and pulled her pillow off her head. She saw Terri and her eyes grew into full moons. “Uh…we…um…I mean…” She sounded a lot like me about an hour before.

“It’s okay, Muffins. I’ve wanted to do this with you both for so long. Is it okay if we do this too?” Terri looked worried, but not scared. I think like me she already knew the answer.

“YAY!” yelled Christy and threw herself into her mother’s arms. Trish, not to be outdone, threw herself on them and they had a triple hug. Which turned into a triple kiss. Which led to everyone remembering how horny we all were and this led to an orgy.

I leaned over and kissed Terri on that beautiful mouth of hers and looked into her gorgeous eyes. How could I ever have thought she lacked what people would call “classic beauty”?

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