Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

PART ONE: The Childhood Years

My Lifelong Sexual Adventure Begins at Age Six

By Cheryl Taggert

The following is totally fictional. No, this did not happen to me or anyone I know. I saw an interview clip of a girl who mentioned her mother was “in the porn business” (the girl was too) and it made me think of what it would have been like to have been raised in that atmosphere since my actual upbringing was nothing even remotely similar. This story and its subsequent chapters are the result of a fantasy about that. So it’s fantasy, pure and simple. Anyway, those who know me know my mother was NOTHING like this. But we can dream, can’t we?

Hi. I’m Cheryl. I’m in my late twenties now, almost thirty, actually. But my sexual life began when I was much younger. I was only six, in fact, and my first lover was my mother.

You see, my mom was a porn star, so it only follows that I would be exposed to a lot of sex when I was growing up and would develop my tastes at an early age. The fact is one of my earliest sexual memories was walking into my mom’s bedroom to find her masturbating while watching one of her own movies. When it comes to her body, she is a narcissist. She loves looking at herself and seeing her own nude body turns her on. I can’t really blame her. She was and is very sexy.

She was 16 when I was born, barely. In fact, I was born three days after her 16th birthday. She had gotten pregnant when she and her boyfriend at the time were making their own porn video. She had been 15 and her boyfriend was 18 and home from boot camp. It was the only time he didn’t use a condom, so my mom is sure that’s when she got pregnant with me. They had set up the camera and videotaped themselves fucking. My mom still has the video, and yes, I’ve seen it. My mom was hot, and her boyfriend was good-looking too, but my eyes stayed on my mom the first time I saw it and every time since then.

The first time I saw it was the day after the events I’m about to describe. My mom pretty well made me her sex toy, though it started quite by accident when I caught my mom masturbating. I walked into her room without knocking and there she was on her bed, her hand rubbing herself “down there.” I asked her what she was doing and she looked at me, her hand still in the “cookie jar,” so to speak. She called me to her and had me start rubbing her pussy while she continued to watch the video. She hadn’t cum yet and my entry and question led her to realize I could (ahem) give her a hand.

She explained where her clit was and told me to rub it HARD and FAST. Well, she was my mom, so I did what I was told. Then I began watching the movie and saw her in it. Before that day, I had no idea how my mom made such a good living. I guess I still didn’t really know that was her job, but I asked her if the man was hurting her because it looked like they were fighting. She said it may look like they were fighting and it may sound like she was hurt, but in fact the moaning was because it felt good, not bad.

I watched the man’s large cock (though I had no idea what it was called back then) as it plunged in and out of my mom. Meanwhile, my mom was plunging two fingers into the same tunnel the man’s “thingy” as I called it then was plunging into and out of. Mom was also pinching her nipples–first the left then the right. My own hand kept rubbing her clit. As one hand tired, I replaced it with the other. I was mesmerized. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but it appeared to feel VERY good to her since her moaning was getting stronger.

Then, suddenly, she was moaning even louder, like she was doing in the movie. I remember being happy my mom was a movie star, but she explained it wasn’t like the girls I saw in the movies on TV or at the theatre. Once she’d calmed down, she took me into her arms and started explaining the facts of life, warning me at the same time that I could NOT tell my friends because A) they wouldn’t believe me anyway and B) they would tell their parents, who would believe them and therefore begin causing LOTS of trouble for her and me. I didn’t want that, so I promised mom I wouldn’t tell anyone. I wondered why she had said my friends wouldn’t believe me until she began to tell me herself. If it hadn’t been my mom, I wouldn’t have believed it either.

She had me strip and began showing me where my clit and vagina were. I was already aware of my butt hole, but until that day I thought it had only one use. Mom explained that these parts were the main good feeling places on my body. I guess she could tell I didn’t really believe they could feel THAT good, so she demonstrated–on me.

“Here, honey. Move up here to the pillows and lie back and watch.” She positioned herself between my legs, spread them apart, and leaned in toward my small pussy, which I called a po-po back then. I felt her lips and tongue massaging me there. At first it felt pleasant, but not nearly so good that I felt I needed to squirm and moan the way Mommy had been doing both in her bed and on the TV screen.

“I don’t really feel great feelings,” I told her.

She paused and lifted her face from my middle for only a second. “Just wait and give it time,” she said, knowing where this was heading and incapable of telling me something for which I had no frame of reference. Her mouth returned to its job and continued to lick my po-po, concentrating on the place where she said my clit was. (To be honest, I thought she’d called it a glit, which brought some laughter later when she heard me use the word incorrectly: “No, honey, CLIT, with a K sound!”)

So I waited. Things got tingly down there. Yes, the tingle was definitely down there. And spreading. And becoming more pronounced. Suddenly, I realized this was feeling VERY good. Mom’s mouth was glued to my slit and I now could feel every movement of her tongue. It was as if I could see it, which of course I couldn’t, and I could feel it moving around what I thought was my glit. I noticed that my hips were starting to move on their own. I wasn’t aware of their movements until I noticed the slow churning that was also rubbing my butt into the satin sheets on my mommy’s bed.

I began to notice that THAT felt good too, with the soft satin rubbing against my butt and transferring good feelings throughout my lower areas, even down my legs to my feet. I was beginning to breathe much faster and my face felt hot, which was odd since I knew the AC was on and I’d actually come into my mommy’s room in the first place because I was cold and wanted to snuggle with her.

Then I heard myself moaning. It was like the movement of my hips. I hadn’t noticed it until I realized I was doing it. When I realized it, I also realized I had been doing it for a short time but had thought it was the TV since the video was still playing.

I turned my attention to the TV and saw my mom on the screen. She was doing to another woman–a woman I recognized as one of her friends named Jill–exactly what she was doing to me.

My mind began to flit from one thought to another. I wondered why Jill was on the TV too. I thought of her and my mom and how close they were, despite the fact that Jill was about ten years older than my mom. Later, I would realize the reason my mom had laughed once when she’d said about Jill, “And it’s her REAL name!” And my mommy saying that flitted through my head without my knowing the connection it had to the feelings I was having down there.

My attention returned to my situation: I was lying on my back on my mommy’s satin sheets with mommy’s mouth glued to my po-po and my butt starting to feel the tingles that were spreading quickly from what I thought of as my glit. Then I realized something else. At some point, Mommy had pushed a finger into my butt hole, and I was realizing THAT felt good too!

I have no idea how long Mommy had been down there making me understand what only feeling it would explain, but I suddenly thought I was going to pee. The urge was strong, but just a little bit different from the usual urge to pee. Almost panting, I blurted out to Mommy, “I think I have to pee, Mommy!”

She lifted her mouth from my po-po long enough to say, “No, you don’t.”

I thought she was putting me off. “No, I do!”

She stopped again and spoke quickly, “It’s the good feeling wanting to come. Let it happen, even if you DO pee!”

Well, okay. If Mommy doesn’t mind if I pee in her face, then that’s her problem, I thought. So I relaxed and just let the feeling happen.

It began to build again. I was sure when whatever was going to happen happened, I would pee, but I decided again that was Mommy’s problem, not mine because whatever was going to happen was building itself like fire on a mountain and it was going to eat me up in its flames. Mommy seemed intent on giving me what she had described as the world’s best feeling. So I focused on the feeling spreading throughout my lower half, up my tummy to my nipples and even my scalp as well as coursing down my legs all the way to my toes–which I now realized were curled, my feet flexed tightly as if I were trying to make a fist out of my feet.

The feeling was beginning to overtake me. I could feel bursts of air and sound coming from me. I could feel Mommy’s mouth and tongue exploring and lapping at my slit, which seemed to be the only thing in the world at that moment, as if the rest of the world was just a fairy tale, and my po-po was the only thing that mattered.

Then it happened.

I came.

It slammed into me like a frieght train carrying the world’s greatest feeling.

I didn’t know what the feeling was called, but I was in love with it.

Immediately and forever.

I was having my first orgasm.

And though I didn’t know what it was called, I knew it wouldn’t be my last experience with it. I intended to learn as much as I could about this glorious, spellbinding, so-great-it-was-numbing feeling and enjoy it every day of my life if I could.

Some would say I may have passed out, but I think all that happened was the bliss was too overwhelming for me to be conscious of anything else. I’ve read books where people, especially women, claimed they passed out from the joy of an orgasm. I’ve been around many people, mostly women, when they had an orgasm; most of the climaxes were fabulous, none of them meaningless. And to this day, I’ve never seen anyone faint. They would get a look of absolute bliss on their faces, but they were conscious, even if they were conscious only of the wonderful feeling coursing through their bodies at the speed of pleasure.

Anyway, when the feelings of bliss subsided enough to notice the rest of the world beyond my po-po, I looked at Mommy. She was smiling. I was too. “You had your first orgasm!” she said, and I had a name for the wonderful feeling that had overpowered me. I just smiled and nodded, silently turning the word over in my mind, relishing it and repeating it to myself like a mantra so I wouldn’t forget it.

“You know, you can give yourself one anytime you want,” she said.

What? Huh? Did she say what I thought she said?

“I can?” I asked, feeling as if she had just told me that they’d passed a law that every day would be Christmas, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and my birthday, all rolled into one.

“Yep. Just rub your clit with your fingers until the feeling builds and takes you over the edge.”

Of course. That is what she had been doing when I entered her room, after all. She hadn’t needed me to have an orgasm, but I had been a help. It was my first knowledge that a partner always makes it better, vague though that knowledge was. I reached down and touched myself. My now sore glit jolted.

If a Hindu had come into the room and explained Nirvana at that moment, I would have understood him perfectly. And, it later occurred to me, had someone entered the room, I would have made no move at all to cover my nakedness. It was the beginning of my chosen path of going nude whenever and wherever I could, which is whenever I am at home or at my mommy’s set where she was working.

Yes, I began to accompany her–and go around as naked as the actresses and actors were when “doing their job.” The difference was that the majority of them wore a robe until they were called for their scenes. I wore no robe. Yes, several of them made passes at me, both male and female. A few of the passes were more or less innocent, but more created the encounters I later realized were some of the most wonderful times I had growing up.

Jill was one of the women who did more than ask me if I wanted to go into a deserted room. In fact, Jill ended up living with my mom and me for at least a year, maybe a few months longer.

The funny thing was that nobody seemed to mind if I was running around the sets naked, nor did they mind if I went into a deserted room with someone. My mom didn’t mind, so why should they, seemed to be the rule. One young married couple who worked behind the camera never asked me to go with them, but they loved to watch me in action. They would watch me licking someone’s pussy or sucking someone’s dick and masturbate. By that time I knew what it was and what everything was called, even the clit. It was actually a lot of fun.

Of course, I also ran around naked at home. Mom, and later Jill, would allow me to do anything sexual I wanted to do. Many’s the morning one of them would come to my bedroom to rouse me out of bed only to discover I had already roused myself quite well, and I was still “roused” and they allowed me to finish–or joined in and helped. They would also often find videos starring my mother, Jill, or any number of other people playing quietly on my TV/VCR.

Jill LOVED my pussy. I can put it no differently than that. I was seven when she moved in and had turned eight by the time she moved away, and she would always exclaim how precious my bald little pussy was. I had quite a few threesomes with her and mommy. This is the story of just one–the first one.

Two days after the first episode with my mommy, Jill came over to our house for dinner and “relaxation” as she and mommy called it. This was before I had attended mommy’s work and become a sexpot for nearly everyone on the set, male or female, as well as before I became a nudist whenever possible. Mommy let Jill in and dropped the robe she’d been wearing, revealing her luscious body which had only a red thong covering her pussy. Jill smiled until she saw that I was standing right there in the room and had seen my mommy’s display of sexuality toward Jill. I could see her expression change from one of lustful appreciation to confusion.

“Kayleigh,” she said to my mom, “you realize Cheryl’s in here, right?”

“Yes,” said Mommy. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you’ve never done this in front of her before.”

“Mmmm. Not exactly,” said Mommy.

“What do you mean, ‘not exactly’?” Jill asked.

“Well, she’s seen me in a sexual situation.”

“Did she find a vid?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Stop being coy. Tell me what you mean.” Jill was getting impatient.

“She walked in on me the other day,” said Mommy.

“Walked in on you….doing what?” Jill raised an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

“You know.”

Jill’s eyes were growing.

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope,” said Mommy. “She walked in and caught me jilling off to one of our vids.”

“Were you, like, on top of the covers and everything?”

“Yes.”

“So she saw everything?”

“More than that,” said Mommy.

It was then Jill probably began to suspect what had happened–everything that had happened.

“Oh, my God, Kayleigh! What happened?!”

“I figured it was time for her to learn some of what we call the facts of life.”

“You told her about it?”

“More than that. I showed her.”

“What did she do?”

It was a strange feeling watching Mommy and Jill talk about me as if I weren’t there, but I didn’t interrupt. It was kind of stimulating, and the stimulation had begun to center itself on my po-po.

“She…helped me.”

Jill licked her lips, seeming unaware she’d done so. “How did she ‘help’ you?”

“She got up on the bed and began rubbing my clit while I plunged a couple of fingers inside myself and pinched my nipples.”

“You mean you showed her how?”

“Of course I did. She’s a sensual little girl, but even she has to be shown about these things.”

“Did you…you know?”

“You mean did I come? Like a boiler releasing built-up steam.”

“Then what happened?”

“I showed her how it feels to have someone lick your pussy.”

“You mean you ate her pussy?” Was that the grown up word for po-po? I found it funny that it was the same word used for a cat. I giggled and looked up at Jill, who had begun to breathe in shallow and faster breaths, almost gasps.

“Yes. And she came–hard.”

Finally, Jill looked at me, probably drawn as much by the sound of my giggle as her curiosity. As I said, the talk had begun to stimulate me so when Jill looked at me, I had pulled my panties down to my knees and was sitting there starting to play with myself. It felt good, just as it had yesterday morning when I had played with it and yesterday evening when I had played with it again before going to sleep.

I looked up to see Jill looking at me as I masturbated my bald little pussy. I smiled at her and just continued rubbing, licking my fingers to moisten them to make my fingers glide more easily over my mound.

Without taking her eyes from me, she said, “What else have you taught her?”

“Come to my bedroom and you can see for yourself,” said Mommy and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. I allowed my panties to slip to the floor, making it easier to walk to Mommy’s bedroom. Jill followed. I could almost feel her gaze on my small butt.

Jill quickly stripped and got on the bed with me and Mommy, who had pulled my t-shirt off, leaving me naked. Mommy was now the only one with anything on, the red thong. She lay back and told me to pull it off, so I did.

“Sweetie, this time I want you to do something different to Mommy, okay?” she said, as I pulled the dainty garment over her feet and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.

“Okay,” I said, wondering what she wanted me to do.

“First, I want you to stick your finger in Mommy and pull it back out.” I did as told. She had a flood inside herself and when my finger emerged, it was coated in her juices. “Now, I want you to put that finger in your mouth and suck all the juices off of it.”

Again, I followed her instructions. The juices looked like some sort of sticky cream and smelled like her po-po, which I could smell quite well from my position above it. My finger tasted a bit salty and had a sort of musky flavor. I can’t say I totally loved it at that time, though I have grown to find I am addicted to it now, but I certainly didn’t find it to taste bad at all. I liked it, in fact.

I kind of knew what was next. I’d seen her and Jill in the video the other morning licking each other’s po-po, or pussy, and I felt that was where this was leading. I was right.

“Do you like the taste?” asked Mommy. I nodded. “Tell me you like the taste of my pussy, Cheryl.”

“I like the taste of your pussy, Mommy,” I said, wondering at the time why she needed me to tell her.

“Oh, my God,” Jill breathed. I looked over at her. Her eyes were a bit glazed and her breathing was even shallower than it had been earlier.

“Cheryl,” Mommy said, “I want you to lean down and put your lips on my clit. You remember where that is, don’t you?” I nodded again. “Say it,” she said.

“I know where your glit is, Mommy.”  They didn’t notice the mispronunciation that time, probably because they were so turned on.  I caught a motion out of the corner of my eye and noticed that Jill was now touching herself lightly, a soft brushing of the inner flesh, which seemed to glisten with the wetness her body was producing from inside her pussy.

I bent down and placed my lips on my mommy’s pussy, seeking out the clit. When I found it, I began kissing it with small pecks as if it were a favored pet.

“Oh, yes,” Mommy said, “now start licking it with the tip of your tongue.”

I did and Mommy began to churn her hips so that I needed to move with her to keep my mouth where it was supposed to be.

“Jill, lean down and start licking Cheryl and get your pussy where I can lick it,” Mommy said. Jill moved to my pussy as if she’d been waiting for my mommy to tell her to do it. I felt her lips and tongue begin to explore my soft folds of skin and the pleasure went from a low level to a much higher one immediately. There was more movement on the bed, and we were now grinding our pussies into mouths, forming what I would later learn was called a “daisy chain.”

Suddenly, Mommy began to move her hips faster. Then her hips tensed before a spasm hit her–hard. About that time I felt and heard squeals from Jill as she rode the coming orgasm brought on by Mommy to its end. I took a moment to look up and I could see my mommy’s arms around Jill’s hips and her finger was in her butthole, plunging in and out. When Jill was finished, they disengaged from each other and lay me on my back. Mommy was first, leaning down to lick my pussy. I was now familiar with the approaching orgasm and knew it wouldn’t be long now. Jill leaned in and took over, almost pushing Mommy’s face from my bald pussy. I looked down at her and she seemed to be in a state of pure bliss. Mommy lifted my hips slightly and put her hand down where she could reach my butt. She inserted a finger and began to slowly push it in and out.

Then it happened. It was my fourth orgasm, and the second achieved with other people. I realized that while I could give myself orgasms, they were much better when given to me by someone else. This one felt as though my insides would collapse from the pleasure. When I was done, I lay there, looking at Mommy and Jill.

“What else have you taught her?” asked Jill.

“I taught her she can come when she’s alone.”

“Have you given yourself an orgasm when you’re alone?” Jill asked me.

“Uh-huh,” I said, too tired to say more. Mommy was surprised by my answer. She probably thought I had not tried masturbating yet.

“When?” she asked.

“Last night and this morning. Is that okay?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t done something wrong. When they both laughed, I knew I hadn’t.

“Yes, sweetie. It’s okay. You can do that whenever you feel the desire to, as long as you only do it here at home,” said Mommy.

“Or at my house,” said Jill.

Mommy looked at Jill and grinned. “Yes, or at Jill’s house.” She looked at Jill and laughing, said, “So you want to borrow her sometime?”

“Oh, yes,” said Jill.

“I like to touch my glit,” I said. Mommy and Jill looked down at me.

“What, honey?” Mommy said.

“I like to touch my glit,” I repeated, and they both caught the mistake and began to laugh.

It was then my mom said, “No, honey, CLIT, with a K sound!” They continued to chuckle at my mistake and I was a little embarrassed.

“Can I go to sleep?” I asked.

“Sure, sweetheart,” Mommy said. “Go to your room, though. Mommy and Jill aren’t done yet.”

I got up and went to my room, crawled into bed, and taking my favorite teddy bear into my arms, I closed my eyes. I didn’t know of anything else until I felt someone crawling into bed with me. Vaguely, I felt someone move down to my pussy and begin to lick. I didn’t know if it was Mommy or Jill. I didn’t care, really. All I knew was that I could feel the good feelings rising deep from within my tummy. I hadn’t bothered with pjs or anything else, so I was naked. I could tell whoever it was was naked too. It had been around 9 o’clock when I came to bed. Looking at my bedside clock, the digits read 1:14. I slowly became more aware and realized it was the middle of the night and someone was licking my pussy. Then I heard voices outside my room. I then began to wonder who this was in my bed because the voices I heard were Mommy’s and Jill’s. I was only six, but I was smart enough to know that if one of them was licking my pussy, she couldn’t talk as well without sounding muffled. And Mommy and Jill did not sound muffled at all. In fact, it occurred to me that they were outside my door.

The lights were out, and I could see nothing. I didn’t sleep with a nightlight, so my room was dark. The moon was the only light, dim though it was, and it cast shadows into my room through the window. I could make out the shadow of the person who was giving me pleasure. Whoever it was had a nice figure, more petite than Jill or Mommy. She seemed to have a younger body, though I wasn’t sure why I thought that. When she sat up for a second to adjust herself, I saw who it was. It was my mother’s youngest sister, my Aunt Emmy. Aunt Emmy was sixteen and a junior in high school. What is she doing here? I wondered. Then I answered my own stupid question. She’s licking my pussy. Still, there were a number of unanswered questions, most of them dealing with the fact that she was my mommy’s sister and she was obviously enjoying what she was now doing.

My tummy was already doing back-flips as I could feel the approach of my third orgasm in the past twenty-four hours, one that morning and one with Mommy and Jill. By this time Aunt Emmy could tell I was awake and enjoying this, so she moved her pussy to my face, hunching her back to do so, and I quickly got the idea of what she wanted me to do. My mouth sought her pussy and when I found it, her juices were literally flowing from her. I also noticed her pussy was as bare as mine was. I began to tongue her the way I had done for Mommy earlier. Soon, she was coming, and so was I. Our ecstatic cries brought Mommy and Jill into the room, and suddenly the room was flooded with light. After we adjusted our eyes to the light a bit, Aunt Emmy moved herself around and kissed me, moving her tongue into my mouth to seek mine. We kissed like that for a few minutes until I realized she was starting to hump herself against something. I looked and could not see Mommy. Then I realized she was licking her sister’s pussy as I had been doing just moments ago.

After we broke our kiss, I moved to where I could see Mommy licking Aunt Emmy. Then I heard a buzzing sound and I saw that Jill had something in her hand. It was shaped like the Washington Monument, but it was smooth rather than having sharp edges. It made me think of a bullet, but this was much bigger. Of course, now I know it was a vibrator, but back then I had no clue.

Anyway, it hummed with an electric buzzing that made me realize what it was for. Just as I realized this, Jill came over to me and getting down on her knees beside my bed, applied the bullet to my pussy.

I nearly leaped out of the bed. This was something completely knew and different. Within perhaps ten seconds I was coming, but it had a different rhythm. I would come, but not completely. My orgasm would reach a level of intensity then back off, only to start the quick climb again. I felt as if my body would rip itself apart. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was having multiple orgasms. At the ripe old age of six. I was doing what I now call “riding the wave.”

And though I didn’t pass out, the bliss involved put everything else in the world aside for several minutes. Ahh. Nirvana.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cheryl Taggert

After we finished swimming, which took less time than we’d both planned, we quickly got dressed and left the Y. Anne drove, of course, so we got into her car for the ride to her house. She was still beside herself with wonder at what had happened.

“It’s just so weird, Cheryl. I mean, you’re nine again. How do you think that happened?

“I don’t know. But I’m not looking a gift-horse in the mouth. I plan to have fun while this lasts.”

“So you wished on a star to be nine again, and you woke up and you were? I bet that freaked you out!”

“You don’t know how much. It’s just a good thing Becky brought over a bag of clothes or I would have had to walk around naked until I grew up again.”

“You’d have thought of something,” Anne said, laughing. “You could have called me and told me to come over with some of Becky’s clothes.”

“And when I explained why on the phone, you’d have thought I’d lost my mind.”

“Whatever. Anyway, now I have TWO little ones to enjoy! This is gonna be great for me, too!”

“How are we going to do this? You gonna tell Becky who I really am?”

“Eventually, but maybe not right away. We’ll play it by ear. I’ll tell her I met you at the Y and we ended up having some sexy fun. That’s 100% true, so it won’t even really be a lie.”

We arrived at Anne’s house. It was a Saturday, and her parents were home. Anne had thought they’d be out shopping for the new car they planned to buy. I didn’t want to encounter them, especially since Anne was bringing a strange nine-year-old home to meet her little sister. It just all seemed too odd. I looked at Anne, “Why don’t you go get Becky, and tell your parents you’re going to spend the day at my place — and maybe even the night. I’ll just slip down in the backseat and hide until you come back out.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I crept over to the backseat and hunched down, hoping nobody would see me. After about five minutes, the front passenger side door opened, and someone got in. I figured it was Becky. Her head suddenly appeared over the back of her seat.

“Hi. I’m Becky,” she said, smiling. I could tell the way we were fooling her parents made her happy.

“Hi. I’m–Carol.” I decided at the last second to change my name. We could fill her in on the ride to my place and I could be Cheryl again. After all, it would look odd for me to have a key to a twenty-one-year-old’s apartment, so we’d have to tell her before getting there.

“Hi, Cheryl.”

“No, Carol,” I said, figuring she’d misheard me.

“No, CHERYL,” she said emphatically, grinning from ear to ear.

It dawned on me. She knew. Anne must have explained it to her after realizing what I did, that we couldn’t very well go to my place if she didn’t know the full story.

“I guess Anne told you.”

“Uh-huh. And she told me other stuff too!” Her grin got bigger, if that were possible. Then she was climbing over the seat to join me in the back. I was in a slight panic that her parents would see her doing that or come out to say good-bye to her or something. She must have read my mind. “Don’t worry. They won’t come out. They’re sunbathing out by the pool.”

“They could still come out,” I said.

She giggled. “No they won’t. They’re naked!”

This was also a surprise. Anne and Becky’s parents sunbathed in their back yard in the nude? I’d known they were fairly liberal, but not that much.

“Oh, okay,” I said. “But couldn’t they put on robes?”

“Stop worrying about it. They’re not going to do that,” she said. “You’re wearing my clothes!”

“Yeah, good thing you left them at my house last night. Otherwise, I’d have been stuck with nothing to wear.”

Suddenly, she reached over toward me. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do at first. Then her hand dove down to my pussy and grabbed it. I gasped at the sudden contact.

“Anne said you wanted to play. You do, don’t you?”

I nodded. The cute, shy girl I knew had turned into a little vixen. She was rubbing my pussy expertly. Not too hard and not too soft. A sudden image of Goldilocks filled my mind.

She then began to pull my shorts and panties–well her shorts and panties–down, exposing my bare pussy. Before I knew it, she was going down on me. Right in the back seat of her sister’s car. The little nine-year-old was licking my pussy. But then I was also a little nine-year-old. It was wild.

When the driver’s side door opened, I almost screamed, thinking we’d been caught, but it was only Anne.

“So you two have already started, huh?”

“Yep,” said Becky, stopping her licking of my bald pussy long enough to answer, then diving right back in again.

The car backed out and I saw Anne looking over the back of the seat.

“That’s really cool, Becky! I’ve never seen you licking another little girl’s pussy before.”

She laughed, her tongue still buried in my slit.

“But you need to cool it. You can’t very well make her go inside her apartment naked from the waist down.”

“I will if she will,” said Becky. My God, this WAS a wild girl!

“Someone might see and have us all arrested. I doubt the police would believe my story, and frankly I’m not sure I’d want them to since I’m having sex with a nine-year-old girl.”

“Okay, but when we get there, no clothes, okay? I wanna be like Mom and Dad and go naked if I want to. And I want to.”

“Okay,” said Anne. “Anyway, you’re driving me crazy back there because I can’t drive and watch you two at the same time.”

Becky giggled and let me put my, or her, shorts back on. I left the panties off. We sat there, now buckled in beside each other, and she reached down and began to play with herself through her shorts. She managed to pull the leg open enough for me to see that she was also without panties.

“Anne, are you wearing any panties?” I asked, curious.

“Nope.”

“Then I guess that makes three of us.”

Becky giggled again. I watched her as she played with her pussy, and I decided I could join her for this. My hand sought my newly acquired little-girl pussy and I started rubbing myself as she watched me and diddled her own mound.

Soon, our breathing told Anne we weren’t exactly sitting back there looking at the neighborhoods we drove through. “Girls, stop it before I have to pull this car over and spank you both!”

“Is that a promise,” Becky said. Anne just eyed her in the rearview mirror. I decided she was mostly jealous because we were having all the fun and she had to drive. Her only chance was to get us to my apartment as soon as she could.

She continued driving, and we continued masturbating. I was enthralled. The little Becky I had desired so much was sitting beside me, playing boldly with her pussy right in front of me. This was going to be fun.

When we arrived at my place, we stopped touching ourselves long enough to get inside. Anne had brought a suitcase packed with clothes for all of us. They were going to spend the night. My level of desire tripled when I found this out.

As I opened the door to my apartment, I turned in time to see Becky pushing her shorts down below her knees before entering. If anyone had been out there, they could have seen the wild display of pre-teen sexuality. I think my mouth dropped open at the sight of Becky standing outside my door with her pants down and her pussy and butt in plain view.

They both completed stripping out of their clothes as soon as the door shut. I locked it, just to be safe, and stripped in five seconds flat. Now we were all naked.

I went up to Becky first, knowing I wanted to sixty-nine with her before doing anything else. I think we both were near the point of coming. Anne accepted this, as I knew she would, and sat back in the padded chair I had in my bedroom to watch us, her hand moving down her belly to her treasure, as Becky and I crawled up on my bed. We began by kissing. Anne had taught her well. Her tongue massaged the insides of my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. Her lips were soft and moist, and our kisses were sheer heaven. I wanted that soft mouth on my pussy. I moved down her body, kissing along the way, and finally arrived at her pussy. Swinging my leg over her chest and head, I lowered my own twat to her waiting mouth as I placed my lips to hers, where I tasted my first little girl’s pussy.

It was divine, earth-shattering, mind-numbing, and totally awesome. She tasted like the sweetest, cleanest pussy I’d ever hoped to lick. There was a freshness to the taste. I was in heaven.

Anne, meanwhile, was rubbing her own pussy to her first orgasm of the threesome. I would peek over at her and see her hand moving across her clit and two or three fingers of the other hand plunging in and out of her vagina. Even when I wasn’t looking at her, I could hear the sound of her hand and fingers sloshing in the wetness there, which, based on the sounds, was a tidal wave of pussy juice.

Soon, I could hear Becky beginning the climb to her orgasm, which was a good thing because I was well on the way to mine. I redoubled my efforts to bring her off. I wanted all three of us to come together, and if I didn’t get Becky there soon, it wasn’t going to happen. Just as I heard Anne’s groans indicating she was starting to come, my own orgasm hit. That must have tilted Becky over the edge to her own orgasm because we were all squealing and moaning out our climaxes.

Becky and I moved to where we could lie together. Because we had nine-year-old pussies, we were satisfied for the time being. Anne, on the other hand, was just getting started. She moved over onto the bed and made as if to put her pussy to my face, but I stopped her.

“No, let Becky. I want to see you two together,” I said, weakly. It had fascinated me from the moment I realized they had sex together, and I wanted to see the two sisters engaged in pedophilic incest. Anne was eighteen and her little sister, nine. I suddenly wondered how long this had been going on.

Anne moved to Becky, straddled her head, and lowered her pussy to her baby sister’s mouth. She immediately began gyrating her hips and pressing her pussy to Becky’s lips. Becky was used to this. She had her tongue popping out of her mouth to massage her big sister’s clit and inner labia. And as she did this, her fingers wandered to her sister’s asshole and massaged it for a minute before plunging two fingers inside her butt.

Anne went wild. She was thrashing around and I feared she might topple over on top of Becky or me as I lay there watching this little show. Anne came again, obviously stronger than her last come, and she screamed so loud I thought the neighbors might complain.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed beside us, and we all embraced each other.

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

“Sex? Oh, for a long time–since the beginning of time,” she answered with a grin.

“Very funny. You know what I mean. How long have you and Becky been fooling around?”

They looked at each other for a moment. Then Anne said, “Since she was three.”

I would have fallen over had I been standing. “Three? That means you were–”

“Twelve.”

“Wow. How did it start?”

“She came on to me,” said Anne, giggling unashamedly at her joke.

“Aaannnne!”

“Okay. I’ll tell you. I have to be honest. I’d thought about it since she was born, practically. The first time I changed her diaper when I was nine, I was fascinated with her tiny pussy. Mom would let me change her anytime I wanted to, of course. I would take off the diaper and have fun cleaning her up and putting the ointment on her little pussy and butt to keep her from getting a rash. I tell you, she never had a rash as long as I was in charge of changing her. So, when she turned three, I was also giving her her bath. I would clean her up very well, and one day I discovered–well, okay, I didn’t exactly discover it because I was trying to see if I could bathe her and get her pussy turned on–but I bathed her pussy so long she began to squirm around. I asked her what was wrong and she said it ‘felt funny’ down there. I acted like this was really special, and it was, but I acted like ‘hooray for you; you made it!’ and she wanted to know why I was so happy, so I told her that it was a wonderful feeling girls can get down there and I had been hoping she would get that feeling. So I took her to my bed and lay her down there and immediately went down on her. She loved it! I got her to promise to never ever tell anyone else, or we wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. I was real worried she might tell Mom and Dad, but she never did.”

I looked at Becky. “Do you remember that?”

“Nope. All I know is we’ve been doing sex things for as long as I can remember. It’s always been like this.”

“Did you ever want to do things with me when I was big?”

“Oh, yeah! In fact, Anne had to stop me from coming on to you.”

“Why’d you do that?” I asked Anne. “I’ve been wanting Becky since I met her a year ago!”

“Sorry! But I didn’t know how you’d take it. For all I knew you’d call the cops or something because nine-year-old girls don’t go around coming on to adult women unless they know a lot more about that stuff than most girls their age.”

I understood what she meant, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t wishing we had somehow gotten together earlier. I looked at Anne. “Did YOU ever want to do anything with me when I was an adult?”

“God yes! Since I first laid eyes on you! Remember that time we showered at the college gym together?” I nodded. I remembered it well. In fact it had fed many fantasies when I masturbated for months after that. “I practically came just looking at you.”

“We should have spoken up sooner,” I said. “I jilled off thinking of that for months.”

“Well, we can’t really make up for lost time, but we can certainly enjoy what we have now,” she said.

I looked over at Becky, who was just staring at us. “What is it?” I asked.

“I’m just thinking. If I ever want to go to bed with someone, I’m going to make sure they know from now on.”

“Nuh-uh, little sister!” said Anne. “That’s how people can get in a LOT of very serious trouble!”

“Okay, but it’s such a waste. Why can’t people treat sex like any other thing they like to do or things our bodies do? If you have to pee, you pee. If you have to poop, you poop. If you need to cry, you cry. So if you want to have sex with someone, you should just be able to go tell them and if they say no, then nobody should be upset over it. Can I help it if I get horny for certain people?”

Anne chuckled and said, “Yeah, but you get horny for EVERYONE, including Mom.”

Becky sat up and stared at Anne in shock. “Anne! You weren’t supposed to ever tell anyone that!” Tears immediately sprang to her beautiful eyes. She reached out and hit Anne with a real slap on her shoulder.

I took her in my arms and calmed her down. “It’s okay, Becky. Like you said, you can’t help who makes you horny. You’re already in a relationship with your sister, so it’s probably natural for you to have desires for other family members. And your mom is always special to you anyway. And I’ve seen her. She’s a real knockout! When you mentioned they were naked in the back yard, I wanted to go see them because I wanted to see your mom naked. So don’t worry about it. I won’t tell anyone, and I won’t judge you for it either.”

“Okay,” she mumbled into my neck. “But Anne, you’re still a piss-pot for telling.”

“Okay, I’m a piss-pot,” said Anne. “Anyone for a daisy chain?”

We all liked that idea. Becky and I had recovered from our orgasms and were ready for more. I looked down at my pussy and at Becky’s and marveled at how alike they were. We arranged ourselves on the bed so that we each could lick a pussy. I would lick Anne–after all, I’d only fingered her in the Y–Anne would lick Becky–which I had not seen yet–and Becky would lick me for what was already the third time that day.

It was going to be a fun day and night together. I hoped my pussy could take it.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Cheryl Taggert

I left the apartment and headed north on Granville Street to walk the five blocks to the YWCA. It was a Saturday, and the sun was shining brightly on my new day. I had had a birthday, alright, but as it turned out, I was celebrating being nine, not twenty-one.

I ran some on the way, the bag bouncing against my shoulders. I felt more alive than I ever had before. I felt — young.

I reached the entrance and went in. Then it occurred to me. The problem with my little plan. My membership was for a twenty-one-year-old college student, not a nine-year-old girl. I stopped and looked at the woman at the desk as she answered some questions for one of the members. There was no way I could get past her into the hall that led to the showers and pool without being noticed.

And as I stood there, someone spoke behind me.

“You need help?”

I turned around slowly. I recognized that voice. Could it really be? Would she recognize me in my younger state?

When I turned, I was looking into the bleary eyes of my best friend, Anne. She looked at me strangely, with a note of slight recognition, but of course she did not know who I was. The impossibility of what had happened was in my favor.

I had to make something up, and fast.

“Oh, well, my family is new to town and they have a membership, but I forgot my card.”

Anne was still looking at me strangely, as if trying to figure out what was familiar. The look of sudden understanding made my heart skip a beat. I didn’t mind telling her eventually, but I did not want to tell her yet.

“My little sister has an outfit exactly like that one!” She looked down at my feet. “Even the sandals are just like hers! What a coincidence.”

I breathed again. The outfit. That was a relief. Then I thought of the other part of this charade and the connection with Becky. My God, what would Anne think when she saw the bathing suit? She would think I was stalking her sister or something, copying everything about her. Oh, well. In for a penny.

“It’s a popular style. I have another friend where I moved from who had this same outfit.”

We then attacked my problem.

“So you forgot your card? That is okay. I know the girl at the counter. I can get you in.” She winked at me and smiled.

After stepping up to the counter, she spoke to Carol, the girl behind the desk. I knew Carol too, sort of. Of course, that was the twenty-one-year-old me. I stayed back, letting Anne do the talking.

Then turning back to me, Anne took my hand in hers and led me back to the locker rooms. She smiled down at me.

“You look familiar. Maybe it’s the outfit.”

Just wait, I thought to myself. You ain’t seen nothing yet.

We entered the locker area. I turned continued walking to the last row of lockers, which were hidden a bit from the view of people who were walking past into the shower and pool areas of the YWCA and prayed Anne would turn into another area, but she didn’t, following me instead. In fact, she took the locker right next to mine.

“So you moved here recently, huh?”

“Yes,” I answered, nervous about the suit.

“You look like you are my sister’s age. She’s nine. How old are you?”

“I’m nine too,” I said, swallowing hard.

Anne was undressing and I was aware that she was waiting for me to start doing the same. “I will have to introduce you. You know, you just look so familiar to me. Have we ever met?”

“No, I don’t think so.” I began to remove the outfit, first the sandals and top, then the shorts and panties. Thank God, they were typical white cotton ones. I stripped out of them and stood naked, nervous about taking out the bathing suit.

I noticed that Anne was naked beside me. Then it occurred to me that she was taking her time fishing her own suit out. I felt her eyes on me. I looked up, and she was looking at me alright. But it was the way she was looking at me that made my heart skip a beat. She was smiling nervously. I knew Anne well, and I knew when she was nervous. And she was extremely nervous right now for some reason.

We stood there, naked and alone in the locker room, and she spoke up with a strained voice, as if there were a tightness in her throat.

“My sister’s name is Becky. We’re close. Very close.”

Oh, my God. Then I knew. Anne was hot for me. Oh, God. ANNE was hot for me! I could see it in her eyes, the uncertain smile on her face.

Then WHAT she had said slammed me. Close? She and Becky were CLOSE? I knew they were close, at least as close as sisters can be when one is so much older. But she was obviously hinting something else. It was a major revelation. She and Becky were sexually involved.

And Anne wanted me. Just like that woman a dozen years ago.

I knew I could have had that woman.

And I knew I could–and would–have Anne.

Instead of getting her bathing suit out and putting it on, she sat down on the bench. “You want to talk for a second?”

Boy, I knew where THIS was heading. I decided to go full speed ahead. I sat down, straddling the bench, putting my bald little pussy on display. Her eyes made an involuntary drop to look at my pussy and then quickly jumped back up to my face.

“Sure. Whatcha wanna talk about?”

She was unsure of herself. Then deciding, she straddled the bench too, as if joining me in that position of facing each other. Her pink pussy lips opened to my view. I could see the moisture building down there. “I was just wondering if you wanted to meet my little sister since she’s your age.”

“Sure,” I smiled. That would certainly work out well. Becky, I knew now, was sexually active with her big sister Anne, who would be twenty soon. I knew that if I played my cards right, I would have them both before the day was through.

I noticed Anne allowing her eyes to dart down to my hairless little twat again, and I did the same, glancing occasionally at her hair-covered one. her clit was beginning to protrude from its hood. We each sat there, mesmerized by the view we were giving each other.

I looked up, and she was looking at my face. Of course, she knew where my view had been focused. She smiled.

“Looks a lot different from yours, doesn’t it?” she grinned. Then she looked down at my pussy slit. I followed her gaze and saw my little clitoral hood peeking from between the folds of my outer lips.

“Yes, it does.”

“I’m sorry. I just like to look sometimes and compare,” she said in apology. “I do that with my sister a lot too.”

“Your sister sounds really cool,” I said, breathing deeply and smelling her scents wafting from her cunt.

“Yes, she is,” she said, involuntarily licking her lips.

I looked her right in the eye and asked, “Does she like to look at your pussy too?”

She smiled, liking my use of the adult term. It turned into a grin. “Sometimes more,” she hinted.

I glanced around. Still nobody else there. I was thankful it was early and that I had inadvertently chosen the hidden locker area for completely different reasons. I scooted forward, my eyes glued to her pussy.

I looked up at her and saw that she wanted me to touch her. Her eyes moved from my hand to her pussy and back again. Then she repeated the motion. She was suggesting I touch her.

For a second I didn’t move. “Do you want to touch it just to feel what it feels like with all that hair?”

I nodded.

“Then go ahead.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I reached out and touched her pussy, rubbing the inner lips deftly and dipping to get some of her juices on my fingers. Lubricating them, I moved them around in her pussy, relishing the feel of it.

“Do you mind if I . . .?” she asked, allowing my understanding to finish her sentence.

“Of course not,” I grinned wickedly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

With that she moved her fingers to my little bald pussy and began to rub its smoothness, creasing my slit with her finger and touching my sensitive clit.

I did the same to her hairy mound. My fingers settled on her clit, rubbing softly.

Our breathing increased, and I reached for her breasts with my other hand.

“I think you’ve done this before,” she sighed.

“A couple of times,” I said. What was I going to do? I couldn’t very well appear this experienced without having done this before, after all.

She continued rubbing me, and I realized it wouldn’t take me long. The idea that my best friend and the little sister I was so hot for were lovers was enough to send me over the edge anyway. I increased my pace to match her rhythms. We masturbated each other furiously.

“Do you do this with your sister?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said throatily. She was close too.

“Would she let me do this too?”

“If I told her to, she would. She does everything I tell her.”

“But I would want her to want it,” I said in return. I didn’t want to do it with her if she wasn’t willing.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. She would LOVE to. She keeps telling me she wishes she could meet someone her age to have fun with.

It occurred to me that I may not remain Becky’s age, but of course I said nothing. My orgasm was approaching.

She started coming first. She began with a low moan that rose into a stifled grunt and squeal. Her breathing danced from her lungs in great waves, causing her boobs to rise and fall to meet my hand. She renewed her efforts to bring me off.

“Do you have orgasms, yet, hon?” she asked, rubbing my pussy and smearing juices from her own pussy onto my labia to help lubricate it.

I nodded. “Yes, and I’m close.” My own breathing beat a fast rhythm.

Then she lay down, placing her lips against my pussy. She began to lick me.

I went into orbit.

Quickly.

Intensely.

Totally out of this world.

My insides quivered with the rhythmic contractions.

I was in heaven.

When we had finished, we looked as if we had had a workout. “Time for the pool,” she said.

“Yes, it is,” I answered, catching my breath.

She giggled. “Oh, my name is Anne.”

I looked at her. I realized that I could tell her the truth. I had just had sex with her, and I now knew her most intimate secret, that she had incestuous sex with her little sister and had just seduced me. I decided to go for it.

“I know your name.”

“Oh, did I already tell you?” she laughed.

“No, I knew you before.”

She looked puzzled. “I thought you looked familiar. Do you know my sister?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s where I know you from,” she said grinning. “I thought you looked familiar.”

“No, Anne, that’s not where you know me from. In fact, I know your sister through knowing you.”

Now she was confused.

“Huh?”

“Anne, I’m Cheryl. You were at my birthday party last night.”

“Oh, come on! Who put you up to this? Cheryl?”

“No, really Anne. It’s me. Remember my birthmark?” I turned my hip to show the coffee-colored patch that was shaped like Florida. She had commented on it numerous times.

She just stared. “What the fuck?” She looked at me. “Cheryl? How?”

“I made a wish on a star last night.”

Then what had just happened occurred to her. “Oh, God! Cheryl! You know now! About me and. . . Oh, GOD!” She began to cry.

“No, hon. I’m glad I know about you and Becky. I’ve wanted Becky for a long time now.”

She looked at me, sniffling. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I went to sleep last night wishing I had taken more time with my pussy when I was little, so when I woke up this morning, I was. Little I mean.”

“Shit!” It was all she could say.

“These are Becky’s clothes. I was about to panic about wearing her bathing suit.”

She began to laugh, drying her tears with her giggles.

“I love little girls and their bald little pussies. That’s why I have wanted Becky for so long,” I continued. “I even went into the bathroom last night while she was peeing so I could get a look at her pussy.”

“She told me about that,” Anne laughed more. “I just thought it was because you were drunk and didn’t realize what you were doing. But you mean you went in there to cop a look?”

I laughed now. “Yes. I have wanted her for over a year now.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Let’s go have a swim. Then we can BOTH have her!”

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

“Sounds good to me!”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Cheryl Taggert

There’s something I must tell you about. It began the night of my party, my twenty-first birthday party. To put it more accurately, it began the next day, but I am getting ahead of myself.

I had stumbled to bed, fairly drunk from celebrating my birthday. The big two-one. Legal in every state of the union. Hell, now I was legal in every country of the world! I was also horny as hell, typical for my rare drunk evenings, but my attempts at masturbation were short-lived due to my intoxicated state. I can remember thinking that it was ridiculous that I should be alone on my birthday. The partiers had all gone home, and I was alone. A lonely lesbian trying to drunkenly masturbate herself, without much success.

As usual when I was drunk, which really was a rarity but not unheard of, I was getting depressed in my unresolved horniness. And the thought that depressed me most was not that I was alone necessarily, it was who it was that I wanted to be with, for I am a rare girl indeed. I am a lesbian who is attracted to young girls. Very young. Like nine or ten even. And I am not sure I would turn down one even younger if she was a willing partner. There are thousands of girls who discover their sexuality very early and enjoy it. I know this for a fact, since I was one of those girls. The fact was I didn’t want to be with any of the girls who had helped me celebrate my birthday. I would have gladly taken my friend Anne’s little sister Becky to my bed, however.

Becky was nine and a little doll. Anne, an eighteen-year-old freshman who lived at home and was in my astronomy class, had brought Becky along because she had been forced to watch her while her parents went out, and she didn’t want to miss the party. Everyone else had wondered if Anne was an idiot for bringing her kid sister to a drinking party, but I was secretly happy about it. I had even managed, under the effects of alcohol, which was a good thing to blame for silly “mistakes,” to enter the bathroom when little Becky was peeing.

I had gotten a glimpse of her little puss as the yellow liquid had streamed into the bowl. Furthermore, I had been quick on the draw, so to speak, and had managed to expose my own trimmed pussy to her astonished gaze, dropping my shorts and panties to pee when she was finished. I acted like everyone peed in front of others, and I noticed that she didn’t leave but remained while I finished my business and flushed. She was washing her hands, but I could see her eyes as they cast their gaze on me and held there. I even talked to her some.

I think I may be in love.

But believe it or not, that is not what I must tell you about, although I feel certain the opportunity is there for some fun if I can just figure out how to go about it. What I want to tell you about began the next morning.

My last thoughts that night had been about my own body. Not my twenty-one-year-old body. My body as it had been when I was a little girl. I realized, with the unhappiness that can only be felt over missed opportunities, that I had not paid enough attention to my smooth, hairless, soft little missy when I had had the chance. Here I was longing to be able to touch one, and I had spent some twelve years on this earth with a bare one at my constant disposal. It had been there when I was Becky’s age, and while I certainly had not ignored her charms, I had not realized the extent to which I would miss it once it was gone. I longed to touch myself when I was nine. I wanted desperately to be able to go back to that time and spend as much time as I liked falling madly in love with my smooth little girl’s pussy. I realized, as I drifted into a deep sleep, that I would, given the chance, spend nearly every day, every available minute, playing with my pussy if I could have re-lived those years.

I looked outside my window as the last thing I did upon going to sleep and saw a bright meteorite streak across the sky. I guess I made a wish.

Opening my eyes the next day, I noticed they felt unusually fresh for having peered through a drunken haze the night before. I stretched and leaned over to the side of the bed, sitting up as I did.

Then I realized just how strange I felt. Something was VERY wrong here. The room looked all wrong, but I couldn’t figure out why. Everything seemed in the right place, but something was wrong. Then the reason for the disorientation started to occur to me. The room was different because I was seeing it from a slightly different angle. I felt shorter, as if my head were not reaching its full height or something.

Then I looked down.

And screamed.

My breasts were gone. It was as though a total mastectomy had been performed in the night. And my pajama top was loose, and not just because my titties were gone. The shoulders were all wrong, dangling halfway down my upper arms. The sleeves swallowed my hands entirely.

I had the unusual sensation of having shrunk during the night. I thought of the movie with Lily Tomlin, “The Incredible Shrinking Woman.” For some reason, it wasn’t so funny now. I extended my hands and drew the sleeves up.

Oh my God. My hands. Not only did they look small. They looked–young. They were little-girl hands.

I grabbed my top and peered down into it. My boobs were there, but they were only nipples. And small ones at that.

Oh dear lord. I stood up, intending to drop my pajama bottoms to look at the rest of myself, but I didn’t need to pull them down at all. They fell off me, gathering in a small cotton bundle on the floor, along with my panties. I was now nude from the waist down.

My pussy was hairless. Smooth. Soft. Small. A tender mound of flesh that protruded from what was now my little girl belly and the dark slit that cleaved its softness, hiding my little girl pleasures inside.

It was my pre-pubescent pussy. The one I had longed to reacquaint myself with last night.

Stepping slowly out of the circle of material at my still dainty, but decidedly smaller feet, I walked into the bathroom in a daze. I looked into the bottom half of the mirror that hung over my medicine cabinet, marveling again at how different things looked from down here at a child’s height.

My youthful face stared back.

It was me. But it was the me I had known when I was nine years old.

I looked down at my little missy. It was just like the one I had seen last night on little Becky, who was also nine.

God, oh God, oh God. My wish had come true.

I was nine years old again.

At first I was frightened. Scared as hell. What would I do? How would I explain this? How would I get around town? I had a driver’s license and a car, but the picture on the license looked only vaguely like me now, and I could no longer reach the pedals in the car, I was sure. Or if I could, it would be a tricky thing getting around barely able to touch them.

I sat down and peed.

Panic welled up in me, but I fought it off. That wouldn’t help anything. I decided to think about this for a minute. I could think while I took a shower.

Slipping easily out of the top, I turned on the shower and stepped in. I was reaching up for the shower massager when it hit me.

As I stood there in the shower, the reason I made the wish in the first place came back to me. I looked down at my bald little pussy and then at the shower massager that I frequently used for more than showering.

Despite the steamy enclosure, my mouth became dry. I could masturbate at least while I was trying to figure this out. There was my little nine-year-old pussy that I had longed for last night. I hadn’t even touched it yet, except to wipe it after peeing, and that hardly counted. I decided to change that.

Reaching down, I spread my small outer labia with two fingers and, having set the massager to a dull pulse, aimed it at my tiny pearl of a clitty.

My body began to respond immediately. My little flesh button had been switched on. It occurred to me that I could change back to an adult at any moment, and I should take advantage of this while I still could. After all, it was not taking the time to enjoy my little pussy that had started all this in the first place. I didn’t want to go back to my adult-sized body without fulfilling my wish this time.

While the shower head massaged my slit, my other hand was very busy. It seemed to have a life of its own. I rubbed and massaged the little mound of flesh between my coltish legs. My clit, much smaller than it had been last night in spite of its erect state, was red with the activity of my hand and the shower massager.

In the midst of this, I decided to check something. I had taken my own virginity at age thirteen with a vibrator I had found when I was babysitting a neighbor’s little boy and had grown bored and began to search the parents’ bedroom.

(We won’t go there, at least not now beyond saying that I hadn’t realized there would be blood and I had been forced to make up this stupid story about starting my period without knowing it while lying in their bed, and I think the mom knew all the time what the truth had been, especially when she’d asked if I had fallen asleep and like a ninny I had said no. I mean who has THAT much blood leak out of their pussies without noticing it? Looking back, I realize it wasn’t like some flood, which it had appeared to me to be at the time, but it was enough. Not to mention that my mom had been nice enough to tell her the next WEEK that I had to turn down the job because I was cramping really badly from having started my period. But as I said, we won’t go there.) Anyway, I reached up and felt myself, slipping my finger into my vagina, and I could feel that my hymen was now fully intact. It was as if it had never been torn by my daring moves that day at the Henderson’s. I had truly returned to my nine-year-old body.

Well, I decided that I didn’t need to take my cherry again, so I contented myself with a wonderful clitoral massage. My puffy little lips were so soft to touch. And the fact that my mind was still twenty-one made the erotic images that I fantasized about much better than they had been when I was nine and had masturbated. And the best part was that I was imagining touching Becky’s pussy, and there was a twin right there in my hand.

I stayed in that shower until the hot water began to run out and then made my way to the bed again. I lay there inspecting my re-flowered, long-lost little friend, getting my hand mirror and inspecting it the way I had in my youth, but with decidedly more interest in the memory of the images my pussy brought me. I wanted to remember this.

A sudden inspiration hit me. Jumping out of bed, I went to my closet and retrieved my video camera. I was going to get this on tape. I set it up, ensuring the focus was correct and shooting where I would by lying, and leapt back into bed, exposing my slit to the camera’s watchful eye.

I lay back again and massaged my ever reddening pussy and clit. I had not even come yet, but I was getting very close. My hand sought the center of my womanhood–well, girlhood now. My fingers played at the opening of my vagina and dipped to my tiny asshole, which I had been too disgusted to touch at age nine. I found that the stimulation was as erotic as it was when I had finally done it the first time at age sixteen. This time, though, it was even more exciting. I was touching a nine-year-old’s puckered flower and its matching virginal pussy. I began to squeeze my butt cheeks with my other hand, delighting in their boyish firmness.

I feasted on the image of my body. I burned the memory of my bare pussy into my brain. I had to remember this, I kept telling myself. I had to, even beyond what the video camera would record for me. I wanted to remember the sensations, the feel of the bald little mound that was there for the taking at any time I chose.

It was then my eyes fell on the digital camera I had gotten for my birthday last night. At least I was the only thing in the apartment that had changed. Everything else was as it had been that previous evening.

Of course! I could also take pictures of myself in the nude. (There had been plenty of jokes about that last night, ironically.) I would take the pictures and store them on my computer. Hell, I might even get on web cam and let the whole world see me. The possibilities for erotic fun mounted as my imagination grasped the situation in all its glory. Video, digital pictures, web cams. The pleasure in my center increased at the thought.

My hands fairly flew against my pussy. I was having a hard time coming, but it was almost certainly because at age nine my body had not learned yet how to reach an orgasm. I could feel it there, just out of reach, as I had numerous times before finally coming at age ten.

I closed my eyes and thought of the fun I would have. Maybe I could get Becky to spend the night or something and I could seduce her. Perhaps I could go out and find some older woman who might be interested in young pussy the way I was and give her a memory of a lifetime.

Oh, yes. That was definitely something I wanted to do. I recalled the time in the YWCA that a woman had watched me showering and dressing. I had wondered about it at the time, but of course grown women weren’t interested in sex with a young girl. That was for men only. Or that is what I convinced myself at the time. Now I know she WAS looking at me sexually. I could have had her on the floor and worshiping my body in a matter of seconds had I wanted that. Of course I had wanted that, but I had also convinced myself that there was no way she was interested in the same thing, and I would just be making a fool of myself at the tender age of twelve.

The image of that woman played in my mind. I pictured her licking my little pussy right now. Her face between my thighs. Her tongue teasing my swollen clitty. Making her day. No, her life!

I could feel the sensations building to the waiting climax. Vaguely I wondered if I could then count nine as the age of my first orgasm, but I decided to let that wait until I had actually achieved one.

My pussy was burning. My clit was on fire. My fluids were sloshing around in my little slit, lubricating things for me, although there wasn’t as much as I had had at twenty. But there was enough.

Finally, I felt it. The orgasm approached swiftly, running up on me and then cascading over a wall, burning itself into my mental and physical memory. My belly hunched and spasmed with the sensations. I was rocked with it. At least that hadn’t changed. The orgasm was intense, shooting throughout my body like an electric current. I shuddered with it. I had always had intense orgasms.

I was sweating now. I lay there and wondered what in the world I would wear. Then I remembered. Becky had brought an overnight bag the night before but hadn’t used it since Anne had decided to go home earlier than she had thought she might. I had noticed last night that Becky had left the bag. I went to it and opened it up. I was in luck. Inside there were not only some pajamas, but also a pair of shorts and a top, along with fresh panties and sandals. There was even a swimsuit in case we had used the apartment’s pool. The clothes had obviously been meant for today had she ended up staying the night.

I dressed in her clothes and marveled at the fact that I wore her sizes, down to the sandals. Reaching in for a last little squeeze on my hairless pussy before heading out to seduce some older woman, I felt an erotic bolt hit me and, horny again, I went out the door and headed for the YWCA, carrying a backpack with the swimsuit and a towel in it. This was going to be fun.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Life is a Movie

By Cheryl Taggert

Please note: This story and this chapter in no way should be taken as a suggestion that anyone should create or distribute child pornography. This is 100% fiction and needs to remain fiction. It is simply part of my fantasy life. – Cheryl

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

When Lisa and Cheryl entered the pool area, Jenny, Tammy, and Emily jumped out of the pool and skipped up to the adults and hugged them. Tina and Erin remained in the pool, unsure of what to do. They were aware their mother and Cheryl, who lived just down the street, knew they had just enjoyed sex with each other. They knew the adult women had been watching them as Tina licked little seven-year-old Erin’s pussy to her first orgasm. Still, they were embarrassed and a bit shy about leaving the water, which served as a mask to their nudity.

“Well, come on, girls,” said Lisa. “You can’t stay in there all day and night. It’s fine what we saw you doing. In fact, it was planned.”

Erin looked to her older sister to see what to do. Tina realized her mother was right, and they were just being silly to be embarrassed. After all, hadn’t Jenny and Tammy told them their mothers were watching what was going on in the pool and possibly even doing the same thing to each other?

“Let’s get out,” said Tina, and helped her little sister lift herself out of the water, playfully slapping her little sister’s butt as she pulled herself out. Next, Tina got out and came over to stand with the other naked girls. She noticed her mother’s naked state as well and found she couldn’t help but stare at her mother’s pussy. She had seen it before, only last week, and it wasn’t completely bald then. Now it was. Had she shaved her hair off down there? The thought of it excited the nine-year-old. Then she noticed Cheryl’s pussy as well. It, too, was bare of any hair.

Erin, however, was the one to speak of this new vision of their mother. “Mommy, you don’t have any hair down there anymore. What happened to it?”

“Mommy shaved it off, with the help of your cousin Jenny.”

Tina swallowed. “Can I help you next time?” she asked. The women giggled and the other girls joined them. It wasn’t until then that she realized they all knew she asked because she wanted to touch her mother’s pussy. She blushed so deeply her mother noticed.

“Of course you can, dear. We can have a lot of fun while we do it, too.”

Cheryl looked over at Lisa and her lust seemed to boil over. She stepped over to Lisa and leaned in to kiss her, their tongues undulating together. Cheryl’s hand went to Lisa’s breast and began pinching and rubbing the nipple, which was already stiff and at attention. The two women were the only ones who hadn’t come yet, and Cheryl intended to change that situation right in front of their daughters and Jenny.

They broke their kiss, and Lisa went to the poolside loungers, where she took the mattresses off and put them on the ground, forming a sort of double bed on the concrete surrounding the pool. The girls looked on as the two adult women lay beside each other and embraced, intertwining their limbs.

The girls came up and sat on the ground so they could watch what the women did. Tina and Erin were especially curious, and they scooted up so close to them they seemed almost to be hovering over their mother and Cheryl.

As they watched, Tina began to feel stirrings within her own little pussy. She wasn’t sure if she should touch herself or not, but she wanted to. She decided to hold off until she could better understand what was allowed and accepted.

Lisa was now sucking on Cheryl’s left breast. The women’s hands were gently rubbing and massaging the skin of the other, both enjoying the tender touches they knew would mount soon to stronger caresses and eventually to frantic efforts to bring the other woman to an orgasm, or at least closer to one. Lisa’s hand moved to Cheryl’s pussy. Ordinarily, she would have stretched the move to the center of Cheryl’s lust out and taken longer to get there, but she knew Cheryl was as horny as she was. They had watched their daughters having sex without coming, so each woman was on edge to get to an orgasm.

Jenny looked at her young cousins, who were saucer-eyed as they watched their mother with Cheryl. Erin was watching her mother’s fingers as they spread Cheryl’s pussy to reveal the inner labia, which were swollen and slickly wet. Tina looked as if she wanted to join the women in their lovemaking. Her lips were subconsciously making movements that mimicked her mother’s sucking of Cheryl’s nipple.

Jenny was on the opposite side of the women from Tina, and she wanted to touch her cousin’s pussy and make her feel good. She stood up and moved over to the other side and pulled Tina into her lap. Tina looked around suddenly and noticed she was now in her cousin’s lap. She felt Jenny’s hand as it moved down her lower tummy to her pussy and instinctively spread her legs to allow Jenny free access to her.

Jenny cupped Tina’s small pussy and crooked her middle finger up into the folds to find her little cousin’s clit. When she found it, she began to rub it gently, feeling the little nub of flesh at her fingertip. Tina’s reaction was instant. She obviously loved the feeling. Jenny continued working Tina’s pussy as they watched the women.

By this time, Lisa and Cheryl were kissing each other passionately and had fingers plunging in and out of the other’s pussy. Jenny could see the milky fluid that had gathered on their fingers as they stroked in and out. The women were moaning and near orgasm. Jenny began to rub a bit more forcefully on Tina’s pussy.

Sudden movement out of the corner of her eye caught Jenny’s attention. Tammy was moving down into a lying position so she could get her mouth on Tina’s slit. Emily was now coaxing Erin to lie down so she, too, could get her mouth on a pussy.

The women began to come as they ignored what was happening around them. Fingers flashed through the pussy lips of the other woman as each worked to give the other the best orgasm they could. When they finished coming, they looked over at the young girls. What they saw made them smile at each other.

Tammy had her head buried between Tina’s legs, obviously relishing the taste of the nine-year-old. Jenny was leaning back, one hand where it could rub Tina’s pussy, the other between Tina’s ass and her own pussy, where she was now masturbating herself as well. Erin was lying back and looking at her mother and Cheryl while Emily licked her pussy. While Emily did this, she had one hand on her own pussy, where the women could see that she was rubbing the lips and tiny clit in an effort to bring herself to another orgasm.

Cheryl and Lisa continued their lovemaking by twisting around so they could sixty-nine while being serenaded by the lustful sounds of their daughters and Lisa’s niece as they got each other and themselves off.

Soon they were all lying on the ground in various states of sexual satisfaction. It was then that Lisa decided to share her money-making idea with the others.

“Let’s go inside and get some food and drink. I’m starved,” she said. They got up and fairly wobbled into the house, their knees weak from the orgasms.

Once they had sat down to eat, Lisa asked, “Who’s up for making some money?”

The girls and Cheryl looked at her, the word ‘how’ obvious on their faces.

“What are you talking about?” asked Cheryl.

“Porn.”

“You mean—?” said Cheryl, her unfinished question obvious to Lisa.

“Why not?” asked Lisa.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because it’s illegal in every country in the world?”

“But it’s still out there, isn’t it?”

“Aunt Lisa, do you mean you want to make porn movies of us and sell them?” Jenny asked.

“Sure. We could make a lot of money.”

“And how do you propose we do this and stay out of jail?” asked Cheryl.

“Well, first, by being extremely careful. We won’t sell to anyone who doesn’t provide us with some of the same. That way they are as guilty as we are. I’ve been online, and I can tell you there’s plenty of this stuff out there. There are even clubs. I think we may even be able to find a distributor.”

“Won’t we be recognized? I would hate to have some perv come up to me at the grocery store and comment on how good I looked in my latest DVD,” Cheryl said, still unsure of Lisa’s idea.

“We’ll wear masks, like the ones during Mardi Gras. I have several in a box in my closet.”

“I don’t know, Lisa. That just sounds too risky,” said Cheryl.

“If I can come up with a plan to distribute the movies that would be safe, would you be willing to do it?”

Cheryl looked at the girls sitting around the table. They were smiling. She could see they loved the idea.

“Well, first let’s see if we have any talent in filming each other.”

“It’s porn; it’s children; it’s us. There doesn’t need to be any talent as directors or film makers. The men and women who watch this stuff just want to get off.”

“Please, Mommy?” asked Erin.

She was licked, and she knew it. “Okay, we can make the movies, but no selling them until we are absolutely positive we have a surefire way not to get caught.”

All the girls squealed and Lisa smiled. “You won’t regret it; I promise.”

After they finished eating, Lisa moved everyone to her bedroom. She took out the video camera and set it up on a tripod. She pulled out some costumes she had from previous trips to New Orleans for Mardi Gras and passed feathered masks around to each of them. They worked to adjust them to the girls’ heads and soon nobody was easily recognizable. They decided to film Cheryl and her daughters first since they had the most experience with each other and wouldn’t look too hesitant.

Cheryl sat on the bed, with Tammy on her right and Emily on her left. Lisa started the camera recording and pointed at Cheryl to let her know to begin.

“Hi, I’m — um — Cheryl,” she began. “This is my thirteen-year-old daughter Tammy.” Tammy smiled and waved at the camera. “And this is my eight-year-old daughter Emily.” Emily copied her sister by smiling and waving at the camera. “We are lesbians. Incestuous lesbians, in fact. I admit I seduced my daughters when they were very young. They love what we do together. The person operating the camera is Lisa. She has sex with her neice, Jenny, 12, and her daughters, Tina 9, and Erin, who is 7. The girls are all here too and watching what I do with my daughters. Now if you will sit back, take out your vibe or dildo if you’re a woman and want to use one, or tissues if you’re a man, and enjoy, we will — um — entertain you.”

Cheryl lay back on the bed and held her arms out to her daughters. They moved to their mother and each began to suck the nipple offered by her. Tammy took the left nipple and Emily the right. Each girl was squatting on her knees, with heels pressed into the tops of her thighs, making their most intimate areas easily accessible to their mother. Cheryl quickly took action to play with her daughters’ asses.

Lisa moved the camera shot closer with the zoom, focusing on Cheryl’s hand on Tammy’s ass. The girl’s mother was squeezing her daughter’s shapely ass cheeks, allowing her fingers to graze against the girl’s puckered anus. Her right arm was around Emily’s waist as well, and it was easy to see from Emily’s reaction that her mother was making her ass tingle with sexual touches. Both girls moaned in near unison.

Soon the three had changed positions and the two girls were lying on their backs beside each other, their legs spread. Cheryl had moved down to where she could play with her daughters’ pussies. She had her hands on the soft flesh and was playing with the girls’ pussy lips, teasing them into mounting desires. Tammy reached down and pulled her lips apart, exposing her inner labia. Her small clit was peeking out from its hood, begging for attention, as Tammy stretched the skin of her pussy.

“Lick my pussy, please, Mommy? It wants you to lick it. Please?”

Cheryl smiled at her daughter. “Of course, my darling,” she said and moved to where she could lick Tammy’s wet pussy. She started with the outer and inner labia, avoiding the clit. Her left hand was still playing with Emily’s pussy. As she became more engrossed in licking Tammy, though, her hand began to lose its focus.

Jenny saw this and decided it was high time she joined the fun on the bed. She moved to the large bed and lay down, placing her face above Emily’s little eight-year-old pussy. She dove in, covering the child’s pussy with her mouth. Her tongue began to undulate against the soft inner flesh and soon, Emily was in orbit.

Tammy, too, was nearing an orgasm as her mother licked and sucked her pussy, but Cheryl had a different idea. She wanted to switch places with Jenny so she could be on camera licking her younger daughter’s pussy too. She tapped Jenny and with a quick nod of her head, indicated she wanted to switch places. Jenny smiled, her lips covered with spit and Emily’s pussy juices, and moved over to Tammy’s pussy. As she did, Cheryl moved to Emily and planted her mouth against the bald little pussy and began to feed on the juices that Emily’s pussy was giving her.

Lisa moved the focus in close again, catching first the ecstatic look on Emily’s face, then moving down to show the reason for that ecstasy, her mother’s lips glued to her dripping pussy. Cheryl looked ecstatic as well, her eyes half-closed as she relished the taste of her daughter’s small pussy.

Lisa then moved over to video Jenny and Tammy, panning down their bodies to show them as they enjoyed what was happening. Tammy’s mask had moved slightly so that her eyes were not visible. Lisa got Tina’s attention with a waving hand and indicated she needed to adjust the girl’s mask so she could see.

Tina, thinking her mom wanted her to join her cousin and neighbor as well as adjust the mask, did exactly what she thought her mom wanted–which was exactly what she herself wanted since the tingling in her pussy was in need of some attention, and her own hand just didn’t seem to be working to bring her to climax as she had masturbated herself while watching the erotic scene before her.

Tina climbed up on the bed, adjusted Tammy’s mask, and then moved to kiss her passionately on the lips. Tammy responded, darting her tongue around her neighbor’s mouth and squealing with this newest delight. Tina moved her hand to Tammy’s breast and began to squeeze it and pinch the erect nipple.

At that moment, squeals from the other side of the bed got Lisa’s attention. She panned over to Cheryl and Emily, where Emily was bucking her hips into her mother’s face. Cheryl was doing her best to keep her mouth glued to her young daughter’s pussy while she came. Lisa pulled the focus of the camera wider and caught the two — mother and daughter — as Emily finished her come. Her belly was spasming with the after-shocks of the intense climax. Cheryl was smiling up at the prone, naked angel. Emily’s pussy was exposed, and Lisa moved in for a close-up of the girl’s pussy as it finished its climax. She could see the pussy clench with each spasm that shook the girl’s body. Finally, Emily’s hand came into view and cupped the swollen flesh of her pussy and pressed against the sensitive skin.

New movement on the bed brought the camera’s eye to the younger girls — Tammy, Jenny, and Tina — as Tammy began her own climax. Jenny had moved over and she and Tina were taking turns licking Tammy’s pussy. Tammy was just beginning to roll into her orgasm. The two girls who were worshiping Tammy’s pussy began a dual assault of the tender, swollen flesh, both tongues licking and dipping into the fountain of pussy come, causing Tammy to scream out her orgasm.

Lisa herself was on fire. Her pussy needed immediate attention, but her hands were occupied with the camera. Looking around while holding the camera more or less steady on the girls on the bed, she called for Erin. She noticed the girl’s hands were already busy with her own pussy as she watched the erotic scene on the bed.

“Erin, honey. Come over here and help Mommy, okay?”

Erin moved to her mother’s side. “Whatcha want me to do?” she asked. Lisa knew their short conversation would be audible on the video they were making, but she didn’t care. If they ever did sell this, it would only heighten the sexual tension of the scene.

“Mommy’s going to squat a little. I want you to crawl under Mommy and lick her pussy, okay?” Lisa could hear the wanton desperation in her voice. She needed to come, and she needed it now. Erin had never licked her mother’s pussy, but the thought of doing so had formed earlier that day and had excited the little seven-year-old. She was eager to try to please her mother in that way.

“Okay!” she answered. Her enthusiasm for the task was obvious in the sound of her reply.

Lisa squatted a bit and her daughter crawled beneath the offered pussy, first looking into it and reaching up to touch it with trembling fingers. It was the first adult pussy she had ever touched, and it thrilled her.

“Now, lick Mommy,” said Lisa.

Erin moved her mouth to her mother’s pussy and began to do what her mother asked.

The instant pleasure made Lisa nearly drop the camera, it felt so good. She decided to return the favor as soon as this filming session had ended.

Looking through the camera to find some action on the bed, she noticed that Tammy had now moved over and was licking her mother’s pussy as if her only desire in the world was to do just that. The thought occurred to Lisa that it probably was her only desire at that moment. Jenny and Tina were in a sixty-nine next to them. Emily had recovered somewhat from her massive orgasm and was watching what was happening on the bed around her, but it was clear she had been sated by the tongue-licking from her mother.

Cheryl began to buck and heave with her orgasm. Lisa did her best to keep the camera focused on her and Tammy, but it was getting more difficult as her own climax approached. As Cheryl’s climax began to subside, Jenny and Tina hit their own crescendo as their orgasms hit them simultaneously. Lisa again did her best to keep the camera focused on them as they rode each other’s tongue to utter delight. The girls screamed into each other’s pussy as they rode their climaxes to the end.

Moments later, they were all lying back on the bed, satisfied for the moment. Lisa, on the other hand, was beginning to tremble with need. She looked at Tammy, who seemed to be the most mobile of the girls on the bed.

“Tammy, come take the camera and film me and Erin!”

Tammy could see that Lisa’s need was immense, so she quickly complied. Lisa took Erin by the hand and moved to the bed with her, finding a spot where they could lie down together.

Erin moved to her mother’s pussy again and began to lick in earnest. She was going to bring her mother to an orgasm while being videotaped doing it! The thought excited her as she imagined watching the event later.

“Erin,” Lisa gasped, “put your fist inside Mommy’s pussy and pump it in and out.”

“All of it?” Erin asked, wanting to be sure that was what Mommy wanted.

“All of it!” Lisa nearly shrieked.

Jenny, seeing the girl might not know how to accomplish this task, moved down to where Erin was. She took Erin’s hand, and put the four fingers inside the slippery vagina. Then she moved the thumb inside and, telling Erin to make a fist inside her mommy’s pussy, urged the girl’s small fist deeper into Lisa’s pussy. It moved in easily since Lisa’s pussy was well-lubricated by the sea of fluids leaking from her hole. In seconds, it seemed, Lisa’s pussy exploded with the orgasm that had been building since the filming session began. Tammy caught it all with the video camera.

Lisa quickly recovered from the climax and pulled little Erin up to where she could lie on the bed. She crawled down to her seven-year-old’s pussy and began to lick. Erin felt the heavenly touch of her mother’s mouth and tongue against her pussy. More movement on the bed caused Lisa to look up to see what was happening. All of the girls, including Cheryl, were moving to take a position of making love to little Erin.

Tina moved to where she could kiss her sister. Their tongues intertwined and Erin’s squeal of delight showed she was enjoying her big sister’s attention. Jenny moved to one nipple as Cheryl moved to the other. Although the little girl had nothing more than a small nipple, as they began to suckle the young girl, she moaned. It was the first sexual stimulation of her nipples, and it surprised her how nice it felt to have her cousin and the woman from down the street sucking them. Emily moved down to where Lisa was licking her daughter. She moved a hand down below where Lisa was licking and used her fingers to play with Erin’s tiny labia before moving down to squeeze her hand into the crack of Erin’s butt to get to the tiny sphincter and push her pinky finger just an inch into the little girl’s butt hole. They were all, except for Tammy who was reluctantly taping the adventure, making love to the seven-year-old.

It was at this point that two things happened. First, Erin’s body responded to the lovemaking by giving her an orgasm that was better than anything the girl had ever felt before. It sent shivers up and down her spine and caused her whole body to feel as if it were in a fire that did not hurt or injure her. It was a fire that she fell instantly in love with. And that was the second thing that happened. As the climax finally subsided, she silently swore to herself that it was a feeling she would do anything to achieve for the rest of her life. At the tender age of seven, she — like the others around her — became a sex addict. But unlike many who have come to suffer from that, she did not suffer at all. In fact, she relished it. She pictured herself with girls and women, with boys and men. She saw herself doing vague things to the boys since she was not sure what was done to have sex with them, but she knew she wanted it, as long as it brought the feelings she had just experienced.

And that was when another orgasm, one that came without anyone touching her, slammed into her body and melted her insides.

The others had left her on the bed as they moved to get cleaned up after their long session of sex and orgasms. She found herself alone while she had fantasized herself into another orgasm.

Soon, she drifted into sleep. Everyone’s life would be different from now on.

Lisa moved to her computer, where she began to research how to go about distributing their movie without being caught.

Continue on to Chapter 8

Tina and Erin’s Adventure

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

“Okay, girls, put your suitcases upstairs in your room,” Lisa told her daughters once they were home from the airport.

Tina and Erin were both disappointed and happy. They were disappointed that their vacation with Daddy had been cut short, but they were happy that their cousin Jenny was there. They liked their older cousin and wanted to spend time with her.

“Can we go swimming, Aunt Lisa?” asked Jenny, trudging upstairs to deposit the girls’ shared suitcase on their bed. Then to the girls, she asked, “You want to go swimming, don’t you?”

Tina and Erin both nodded, smiling at their cousin.

“Sure, Jenny,” said Lisa. “The girls must unpack first, though.”

Jenny was helping the girls by lugging the larger suitcase, the heavier one, to the girls’ room while the two younger sisters were carrying their personal bags. Jenny had moved her things to Aunt Lisa’s room so the girls would be able to sleep in their own room. They had figured that the two little girls would think nothing of this arrangement.

Jenny helped the girls unpack, making sure to do the unpacking of the girls’ panties as she helped. Then she remained with them to talk while they got into their little bathing suits. She noticed the girls’ little pussies and tiny, boyish butts while they dressed in their bikinis. Tina’s was a little yellow one with black stripes that looked like a tiger skin, while Erin’s was solid pink. Jenny also noticed that Tina had been aware of her nudity in front of her blossoming cousin, smiling shyly as she revealed her flat chest and pussy to Jenny’s gaze. Jenny decided to look at the girls without trying to hide her intentions. What would they do, anyway? Tell Aunt Lisa? Besides, it would help set up the plan for the girls. Erin even danced about in the nude, enjoying the eyes on her and giggling.

“Now you two can come with me while I get into my bikini so we can keep talking, okay?” she said nonchalantly when they had finally finished changing.

Tina, especially, grinned at this. It was obvious she wanted to get a look at her cousin’s body.

“Sure,” she said, and Erin copied her response, “Sure.”

They entered Aunt Lisa’s room and Jenny began to undress. She watched the girls as she did so and noticed their eyes were literally glued to her body as it was revealed to them. Even little seven-year-old Erin was gaping. Jenny felt it was perhaps the idea that she had started growing titties that held their interest so well.

Tina commented on them. “Wow! You’re growing boobs!” she said in awe. She had noticed the way Jenny’s top had blossomed out from the level area of her chest, but seeing her cousin’s boobs in the flesh amazed her.

“Yep. I love them.” Then Jenny looked at the door of the room as if checking to see if Lisa was nearby. Then she whispered, “You wanna feel `em?” in a very secretive way, as if letting the girls into a private confidence.

Both girls looked at the door.

“Your mom’s downstairs. She’s busy cleaning up our breakfast dishes. You want to or not? They feel real cool. All soft and everything, but the nipples are kinda hard and stiff like cherries.”

The two little ones moved quickly to Jenny, Tina first with Erin following her lead. They reached out and each girl took a tit in her hand and began to massage it. It felt wonderful to Jenny.

“Gosh, they feel great!” said Tina. Erin just grinned her agreement, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Do you like it when they are squeezed like this?” Tina continued, curious about the small globes and the feelings they might produce.

“Yeah. I love how it feels. As far as I’m concerned you don’t have to stop!”

Erin giggled. “Mommy will notice if we don’t come downstairs,” she said in a giggling whisper.

Jenny was still bottomless as well. Tina looked down and noticed the hair that was beginning to cover Jenny’s mound.

“Whoa! You’re getting hair there too.”

“Touch it,” Jenny said. “Go ahead,” she added when they both looked apprehensive about whether they should or not.

“What if Mommy comes upstairs?” asked Tina, obviously wanting to touch the downy hairs but worried about being caught.

“We’ll hear her. Go ahead before it’s too late.”

Both girls moved hands nervously to the soft, sparse fur of her pussy. They touched the hair, but avoided the slit itself, probably for fear of getting too intimate with their cousin. Jenny didn’t push it, allowing the girls to simply rub the hair for now, even if her slit did ache for them to touch it.

Finally, Jenny decided to move things down to the pool to avoid the idea that she wasn’t being careful about Aunt Jenny. It wouldn’t do for the girls to suspect things too soon.

Lisa was getting anxious as well. She knew the plan was to get the girls into the pool and start messing around in there, and she wanted Jenny to bring them downstairs to the pool so she could watch the fun from her bedroom window without being seen. She decided to hurry things up. There was no telling how long they would be if they were not prodded away from whatever Jenny had them doing upstairs.

“Girls? Are you going swimming or not?” she called from the bottom of the stairs. She could hear commotion in her bedroom and the girls made their way downstairs, Jenny pulling her bikini bottoms up at the top of the stairs as the girls tumbled down. They did not look back to see the grin on Jenny’s face as she looked at their mother. Lisa noticed that Jenny was tugging her bottoms into place. So, the fun had started already. Little Jenny was a fast worker indeed.

“I’ll fix some lunch in about an hour. You girls have that long,” she said to them as the two younger girls ran squealing to the pool.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” shouted Erin, who trailed her older sister, but was well in front of Jenny, who had hung back to speak to Lisa.

“They have touched my titties and my pubic hair already,” she said with a triumphant smile. “They are really sexy little things. They were very eager to touch and look at me.”

“Well, get out there, rotten egg,” Lisa said, smiling at the mention of what she would be by being “last one in.” She glanced at her little angels, who were already in the pool. “I’m going upstairs to watch.”

“And…?” Jenny grinned, knowing full well her aunt wouldn’t be able to keep her hands from her wonderful pussy.

Lisa slapped her niece on the ass and smiled. “And get out there and seduce my daughters! But don`t forget to ask me about you-know-what.”

“I won’t,” Jenny answered, moving out to the pool and jumping in. Then she did what had been planned beforehand. She leaned on the edge of the pool and called out.

“Aunt Lisa?!”

Lisa came outside and stood there looking at them. “Yes?”

“Since we are all alone here, can we go skinny dipping?”

Tina and Erin looked at Jenny with wide eyes. They went swimming naked when they were home, but never when anyone else but Mommy and Daddy were there. Lisa looked undecided.

Then she looked at the girls and said, as if she`d weighed the question and made up her mind, “I guess you can. I couldn’t let you if Greg was here, but since he’s not, go ahead.” She turned and headed inside and upstairs, where she placed a phone call to Cheryl, undressed, and sat at her bedroom window to watch the fun.

The girls were naked now, swimming in the pool and splashing each other. She watched as Jenny moved to one of the jets and settled in there to let the water force itself against her pussy. She felt her own pussy moisten.

Jenny was leaning with her arms folded over the edge of the pool, enjoying the feel of the pressure.

Tina swam up to her. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Something that feels really nice.”

Tina, of course, knew it felt nice. She had done it before herself, as had Erin. They both enjoyed the feel of the jets against their little pussies, but Tina also knew her mom could come outside any second now.

“What if Mommy sees you? She’ll get mad.”

“She won’t see. Besides, she told me before we came out here that she was going to take a shower and watch some TV. She’ll get interested in some show and forget we are even out here.”

Tina wasn’t sure. She wanted to act grown up with Jenny so her cousin would want to be with her, but she didn’t want to get in trouble with her mother. She heard a giggle behind her and turned around. Erin was at a different jet, already having fun.

“Erin’s doing it,” said Jenny.

“She’s only seven and doesn’t think about getting caught sometimes.”

“Believe me, we won’t get caught. And how do you know your mom would get mad? Everybody does this, you know.”

This was news to Tina. She had thought that this was some private thing only she and Erin knew about. In fact, it had surprised her when she noticed Jenny doing it too.

“How do you know everyone does it?” Tina asked skeptically.

“Because I am older than you and I know. I even saw your mom doing it.”

“You did not!” accused Tina.

Jenny looked at Tina. “Does it feel good to you when you do this?”

Tina nodded without speaking, the wheels turning and already knowing what Jenny would say next. She had to admit that it made sense.

“Then why wouldn’t it feel good to your mom too? She is still a woman, you know, and adults feel these things a lot more than young girls do.”

Tina looked directly into Jenny’s eyes. “You mean it? My mom did this? And you saw her?”

Jenny smiled at her. “Uh-huh. She even came.”

Tina had heard that term before, of course, at school and while playing with friends. Older boys and girls used the word a lot when they were talking about things that Tina wasn’t sure she completely understood. She had been able to gather that it had to do with sex and the feelings she had when she and Erin touched each other or themselves. She also understood that it was a very good thing to have happen to you.

“Have you ever came?” asked Tina, deciding she could talk to her cousin like this and not worry about being called dumb or a baby.

“Come. It’s `Have you ever come?'” she corrected. “Yes. I have. Lots of times.”

“Does it feel really good?”

“God, yes!” She was starting to build to a climax right then and there as the pressure continued assaulting her pussy while she talked to her naked cousin. Her breathing was becoming erratic as she looked at her pre-pubescent beauty. “Why don’t you go find yourself a jet and stick with it long enough to find out what it’s like?”

“What what is like?” asked Tina, not fully understanding.

“Cumming,” Jenny answered with a shudder. Her eyes were starting to glaze. “It feels so good!”

Tina finally accepted the idea that her mom wouldn’t catch them, and if she did, she could just blame Jenny, who would just mention that Mommy did it too, so why not them? She smiled and swam away to find her own jet where she could position her naked little body.

Jenny had been struggling not to look up at her aunt’s bedroom window, where she knew Aunt Lisa was watching them. As Tina moved to her own jet, Jenny chanced a glance upward. She could see a sort of silhouette of her aunt behind the darkened window, a sensuous shape that was watching them, perhaps even touching her pussy. The idea excited Jenny, and she returned to her pool jet with a contented sigh.

Lisa was watching the two girls talking as Jenny allowed the water to pulse against her pussy. She noticed that Erin was listening to them, but she was already enjoying the feel of the water filtration system of the pool for herself. She pictured her baby’s pussy in the crystal clear water as the jet massaged the little hairless lips and tiny clit beneath. She swallowed hard as her breath quickened.

Lisa heard the front door open quietly. Silent, padded footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Cheryl, Tammy, and Emily came into the bedroom. Tammy and Emily were in bathing suits, and Cheryl began taking off her clothes to join Lisa.

“Go ahead downstairs to the pool. When you get there, Jenny will tell you that you can go skinny dipping. Just say I told you two to head out there and join them,” said Lisa, smiling at Cheryl as she saw that her friend had worn nothing underneath the light cotton jumpsuit but a thong, which was quickly discarded.

Tammy and Emily kissed the two women before heading to the pool. It occurred to Lisa that such kisses were not the ones most girls gave grown women. They had used their tongues to kiss the women deeply and passionately.

“We’ve had to hold back all day. I’ve had to tell Emily to stop touching herself or Tammy at least a half dozen times already,” said Cheryl with a laugh as they noticed the girls entering the pool area below.

The two women watched as the girls ‘caught’ Jenny, Tina, and Erin masturbating themselves in the pool.

Tina and Erin moved away from the jets quickly, but Jenny remained where she was. Something was said, and Tammy and Emily stripped. Tina and Erin moved back toward their water jets as Tammy and Emily moved to share the last available one.

“Well, that looked easily smoothed over,” said Cheryl, leaning in to kiss Lisa’s neck.

Lisa moaned slightly at the contact. “You can keep doing that, but I still want to watch what happens.”

“Me, too. I was just giving you a sample of what awaits you.”

When the two sisters from down the street entered the pool area, Tammy had spoken up, interrupting the private moments of the three girls. “Oh, my. Having fun already? Your aunt said we should just come on out to the pool,” she said to Jenny.

Jenny had not moved, but the two younger girls did, obviously ashamed at being caught.

“Aunt Lisa said we could skinny dip, so you can take off your bathing suits and join us,” she said lazily, starting to tremble from the sensations that were telegraphing throughout her body from her pussy.

Tammy looked at Tina and Erin and said, “Don’t worry, girls. We won`t tell. Besides, why do you think we came over?”

Tina and Erin watched as Tammy and Emily moved to share their own jet at one end of the pool. Emily stood in front of Tammy, who crouched down some and took her little sister into her lap so they could both enjoy the water’s pressure.

“Go ahead,” said Jenny, looking at her cousins. “It’s okay. We do this a lot together.”

Tina and Erin moved back into place. Tina kept looking at Tammy and Emily as the sensations caused by the pool’s jets on her pussy resumed. She wasn’t sure, but it looked as if Tammy was also playing with Emily’s pussy while they enjoyed the spray. She and Erin had played around like that before, but it was a bit of a shock to think that their neighbors did that too. Like the enjoyment of the pool’s jets, she had thought only she and Erin played such games. Then it became obvious that Tammy was indeed touching Emily’s pussy. As Tina watched, Emily put her feet against the side of the pool and pushed, raising her hips above the water line for a moment. Tammy’s hand was busy gently rubbing the exposed flesh of her little sister’s pussy. The sight suddenly turned Tina on more than she ever thought it would. It also turned her on to see that Erin had noticed it too.

Erin was beginning to really enjoy what was happening. She had always enjoyed the fun she and her sister had together in the pool, the tub, or their bedroom. Her pussy was eager for the sensations she felt when they played like that. She loved the feel of Tina’s hand on her pussy, as well as what her own hand could do for her. She loved the feel of her sister’s pussy against her hand too. She was having fun looking around now and seeing that the other girls were enjoying themselves like this.

Suddenly, she wanted Tina to touch her the way that Tammy was now touching Emily. She was glad Tammy and Emily did these things too. In her young mind, she was already thinking that fun and games with their neighbors might begin on a regular basis from this. She was suddenly very happy that their vacation with her Daddy had been cut short. She quickly swam over to Tina and placed her butt in front of her sister’s pussy.

“Rub me that way, too,” she said with a grin.

Tina obliged happily. She had forgotten all about her mother. She was consumed with the sex that was taking place all around her. She placed her hand on her baby sister’s pussy and began to rub the way she knew Erin liked it, concentrating at the top of her pussy. She didn’t know why, but that was where she liked it most too.

Erin raised her little pussy up too by placing her feet on the wall and pushing back against her sister. She had never done this before, but the idea of it excited her from watching Tammy and Emily. She was unaware of her mother and Cheryl looking down on them from above.

Lisa and Cheryl were enjoying the show that was happening below them. Their daughters and Lisa’s niece were busily closing in on wonderful orgasms. They weren’t sure how Jenny, Tammy, and Emily would handle the inclusion of them, but Jenny had said not to worry, she would figure something out.

They were casually rubbing their pussies, delighting in the heat between their legs. Finally, Cheryl reached over and replaced Lisa’s hand with her own. Lisa smiled at Cheryl, who returned the smile seductively.

“I always enjoy someone else’s hand more,” she said, and Lisa took the hint and put her hand on Cheryl’s steamy pussy and began to rub.

Their attention returned to the erotic scene below.

Jenny was nearing her orgasm, and she knew it was going to be a big one. She reached down and began rubbing her pussy, aiming the stream of pressurized water at her clit that was beneath her working fingers. She began to moan aloud rhythmically as the sensations began to rock her body. The burning tingle started at the center of her cunt and started to spread outward. Finally, she started screaming loudly in short bursts as the waves of her climax pulsed through her body.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she grunted wordlessly.

Tina was worried suddenly. She quickly remembered that her mother was inside and would easily hear the sounds of Jenny’s screams. She knew her mom would be rushing out to investigate the noises in a matter of seconds.

She looked over at Jenny. Her cheek lay against her arm, which was draped over the pool’s edge, and her eyes and mouth were both open wide with the intensity of the orgasm.

“AH! AH! AH!” she cried out blissfully, rocking herself into her hand and the jet of water with each spasm.

Tina pushed her little sister away and swam quickly to Jenny. “Shush!! Are you crazy? My mom will hear you!”

Jenny looked bleary-eyed at her little cousin. Her orgasm was subsiding and the breathless moans had begun to subside into whimpers. She wondered absently what Tina would have done if she had “gone on the roller coaster.”

“So?” she asked softly.

“So? She’ll be mad! She might ground us!” Tina spoke angrily but not too loudly, keeping her voice under control.

Tina looked around. Erin was looking at her, but Tammy was still rubbing Emily’s pussy with abandon. Jenny was much quieter now, and surprisingly to Tina, nobody had come running out of the house. Emily was starting to squeal softly, whimpering with her building lust.

“Tina, your mom knows I do this. She knows that we are doing this,” said Jenny calmly.

Tina’s eyes grew wide. What was Jenny saying? Did she mean that her mom knew what they were doing out here? That was impossible. Her mom would have come out and stopped it. Gotten really mad. She’d have thrown a fit or something! The absurdity of it made her cuss, which, strangely, she rarely did.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She and Cheryl have been watching us from your mom’s bedroom window. That is if they haven’t started making love to each other yet.”

“What do you mean?” Tina was confused. Mommy had been watching? She may already be having sex with Tammy and Emily’s mom? What was going on?

“Your mom, Cheryl, Tammy, Emily, and I are all lovers. We want to include you and Erin in the fun too. So we decided to allow me to get you two started so we could enjoy our summer together in a special way. Your mom loves you both very much, and she wants to show you in this very nice and special way. She doesn’t mind at all. Believe me. They are both watching and rubbing their pussies at the very least.”

Tina looked up at the window. She could make out the shadowy figures of her mom and Cheryl. They’d been watching? She thought for a moment she might faint. Confused thoughts ran through her mind. She was ashamed, embarrassed, and overcome with guilt. At the same time, she was strangely thrilled by the idea of what Jenny was saying. She was intrigued by it. She had found her mother to be very attractive and sexy from as far back as she could remember thinking of anyone that way. She had even wanted to marry her mommy when she had been very young and thought girls could do that. Of course that had been childish, but the memory of her mother’s scent clung to her mind like a constant perfume. About a month ago, she had actually taken a pair of her mother’s panties out of the dirty clothes to sniff. The aroma had turned her on even though she never understood why. She knew now. She lusted after her own mother.

She looked over at Tammy and Emily again. Emily was now sitting on the edge of the pool and Tammy had her mouth glued to her sister’s slit. A sudden hunger seized Tina. She wanted to taste a pussy. If her mom wanted her to do this, she would gladly do it. She was suddenly hornier than she’d ever been before.

She looked back up at her mommy’s window and saw her mother’s face framed there, clearly visible now that she knew her daughter was aware of what had been happening. Her look was apprehensive, wondering what would happen now, how her daughter would take this.

Tina looked at Erin, who was unaware of the conversation that she and Jenny had just had. She was back at the jets of the pool again, allowing the spray to pound against her middle. Tina’s hunger overcame her. She needed to find out what it was like to kiss and lick a pussy the way that Tammy was kissing and licking Emily’s. She looked back over to the two sisters. Emily was nearing a climax. Tina longed for one herself. She had witnessed Jenny’s and needed to feel that release that she’d heard about but never experienced. All she’d known were the good tingly feelings that happened whenever she or her sister touched her mound. She’d experienced being horny without really knowing what to do about it.

Now, she knew, and she wanted to embrace this new feeling with every cell in her body.

Swimming over to her baby sister, Tina spoke to her abruptly.

“Sit up here,” she said, patting the edge of the pool.

Erin was glassy-eyed herself. Tina’s baby sister was horny, and she was going to take care of it while her mommy watched and masturbated from her bedroom window.

“Huh?” Erin said, uncomprehending.

“Look at Tammy and Emily. I want to do that to you. See how much they like it?”

Erin looked over at the two girls. She understood and decided that it definitely looked like fun. She managed to pull herself from the water and sat on the edge of the pool where Tina had indicated she wanted her to be, which was directly over the jet spray of the pool’s filtering system. She spread her slender legs and looked at her sister, waiting for her to take the pussy with her mouth.

Without hesitating, Tina leaned in and began to kiss, lick, and suck her little sister’s pussy. Instinctively, she knew what would feel best, licking the tiny bump at the top of the slit.

Erin’s response was immediate and electric. She began to push her hips into her sister’s mouth. Her sister was doing wonderful things to her pussy, and she wanted it to never end. She did not recognize the oncoming orgasm until she thought she might pee in Tina’s mouth, but by then she didn’t care. Her very first climax caused her body to spasm delightfully. Her brain was vaguely aware of what was happening, but mostly her body just reacted.

Tina, too, was approaching her initial orgasm. The jets of the pool were making her feel like she had never felt before. That, combined with the knowledge that she was licking her sister’s pussy while being watched by her mommy, sent her over that edge for the first time. Her pussy throbbed and shuddered. Her belly squirmed and shook. Wave after wave of her first cum rocked her as she listened to Erin squeal out her first orgasm as well. She loved it that they were achieving their first cums together. Somewhere, beyond a hazy, unknown distance, she could hear Emily and Tammy coming as well.

Finally, she was finished. She began to realize the joy of what they could do now. She and Erin could play this way any time Daddy wasn’t there, which was often since business kept him away so frequently. Then she realized that she could also lick and kiss her mommy’s pussy, as well as Tammy’s, Jenny’s, Emily’s, and Cheryl’s.

She remembered hearing someone at school say that an orgy was when lots of people had sex together. She hadn’t believed that it was true, but now she knew better. She now knew what that meant. And she absolutely loved the idea.

Cheryl and Lisa watched as Tina licked her baby sister’s pussy to its first orgasm. They had listened through the slightly open window and their pussies were on fire. The five girls had all come now, but they were still on edge.

“Let’s go down and greet the newest members of our little orgy,” said Cheryl, unwittingly speaking the word that was at that moment surfacing in little Tina’s sex-obsessed brain.

“We can give them a show,” said Lisa, following her new lover down to the pool.

The adventure was just beginning, it seemed. They would be free to enjoy each other without ceasing. The constant sex played through Lisa’s mind like a wonderful porno film. And it was then the money-making scheme first entered her mind.

Continue on to Chapter 7

Only the Beginning

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

When they arrived at Lisa’s bedroom, they all clambered up onto Lisa’s own king-sized bed. Jenny and Tammy looked at the others with eager eyes flashing their lust. Lisa felt that since it was her house and bed that she should get the festivities going.

“Emily, honey, move over here next to me,” she said, and the child moved over to where Lisa could get at her smooth little cunny. “Jenny, you and Tammy take care of Cheryl. Is that okay with you?” she asked Cheryl, who nodded, smiling brightly.

Jenny immediately kissed Cheryl fully on the lips, feeling the adult’s tongue begin to explore the recesses of her mouth. Tammy moved to Cheryl’s breasts. She began to play with her mother’s boobs, hefting their weight in her hands and pinching her highly sensitive nipples. Cheryl cooed her pleasure. Telling her story had gotten her extremely excited, and her daughter’s hands on her titties and her daughter’s young friend’s lips on her own were building the fires that raged within her to a bonfire. She reached out and began to massage the small breasts that were Jenny’s tiny globes, imitating her own daughter’s movements on her own nipples and tit-flesh. She loved the feel of the tiny titties, and relished the puffiness of the rosy nipples that swelled from the breasts.

Tammy, meanwhile, began to lick and suck the aureoles of her mother’s nipples, first one then the other, pulling the tips of each nipple into her hungry mouth. As she did so, she massaged her mother’s tummy, rubbing ever closer to the heated pleasure of her pussy. Occasionally, she would reach around and cup what ass flesh was available to her hands. She would squeeze the round mounds of flesh and move back to her mommy’s tummy. Her own pussy was heating as well. She knew that soon she would be at a boiling point. She felt her mother was nearly there, too.

Jenny felt Cheryl’s warm hands reach out and cup her grapefruit-sized boobs. She loved the feel of the adult’s hands on her flesh. These experienced fingers knew their task well. They moved with a practiced touch, teasing the nipples into attention. She renewed her efforts to try to turn Cheryl on with her tongue in her mouth, or at least turn her on more than she already was. She could smell the aroma of Cheryl`s adult pussy as it steamed its juices out of her vagina. She wanted Cheryl to come from her kisses. She could feel Tammy at Cheryl`s breasts, sensed the movement as the daughter suckled the mother. She could feel Cheryl squirming beneath her mouth. She knew that Cheryl was about to burst into an orgasm already. Breathlessly, she drew back and looked at Cheryl. She could see the unbelievable lust that glazed her eyes. Jenny could feel her own juices bubbling out of her little vaginal opening onto the sheets. She could not believe she was this horny.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her own aunt making love to little Emily. Her aunt was currently sitting spread-legged on the bed, reclining on the headboard while little Emily had her little body wrapped along Aunt Lisa’s side, fingering her pussy lovingly. Aunt Lisa was doing the same to Emily, her hand playing in the soft folds of the little girl’s bare pussy.

Lisa had hungered for the little girl since she had first heard Tammy mention that her baby sister was a part of her sex games with her mother. She had given herself over to her new feelings completely, had embraced them totally, and she understood the strength of her desire for the child. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted the little eight-year-old. She watched as her fingers played with the hairless mound, finding the tiny BB of the girl’s clit. She was not very wet, just moist, but the sensations she was sending through the child’s body were obviously more adult than childish. Emily was bucking her hips in a fuck rhythm that was unmistakable.

“Eat me, little one,” Lisa moaned, wanting the child’s lips on her pussy more than anything in the world at that moment. “Lick Aunt Lisa’s pussy and suck her clit.”

Emily smiled at Lisa and moved toward the older woman’s steamy gash. Her small hands moved slickly through the folds and concentrated momentarily on the woman’s clit before being replaced by her angelic mouth. Emily began to moan sharply as her mouth devoured Lisa’s mature cunt. She licked hungrily at the inner lips, manipulating the labia in a way that stimulated Lisa’s clit. Her mouth would suck greedily on the clit and move down to the vaginal opening to drink of the nectar that spilled from there. Lisa could see why the small child was good at this. She loved it. She obviously loved eating pussy as much as a baby loved her mother’s milk. Emily craved pussy juice; the cream that spilled from her pussy was ambrosia to the little girl.

Lisa thought that she would go wild with the ecstasy of the moment. Suddenly she wanted to reciprocate, to taste the little girl’s virginal mound and lick the tiny clit into an orgasm. She pulled the child’s body up on top of her own and bent to get her mouth on the baby-like vulva. They were swollen and red, puffy with an adult’s desire that was housed in a child’s body. This was an experienced lesbian child, and she wanted her cum as much as Lisa wanted her own. She pressed her bald pussy lips into Lisa’s mouth, humping the woman’s lips and tongue.

Jenny had now joined Tammy in her ravishing of Cheryl’s adult body. Both girls were now sucking a breast, and they each had a hand on Cheryl’s pussy, two fingers buried to the hilt in the hole nestled between the wet folds. They had arranged their bodies so that Cheryl could feel their pussies as well, and she was taking full advantage of the offered flesh. She had a finger of each hand inside the pussy of each girl and was pumping into the girls, finger-fucking them. She loved the feel of their youthful cunts, enjoying the tightness.

Cheryl looked over at Lisa, who was greedily sucking the pussy of her younger daughter. Emily was only eight, but she behaved more like eighteen. Her body bucked into the oral thrusts of Lisa’s tongue while she gave as much pleasure as she received. Cheryl smiled as she realized she had taught her little girl well. At the tender age of eight, Emily was as good in bed as many girls three times her age. Hell, she might be as good as Lisa herself. The little girl lived for pussy, any pussy, be it her sister’s, her mother’s, or her neighbor’s. And she knew that there was no greater pleasure than having someone who enjoyed what she did to them return the favor.

As she watched, she felt her orgasm rising in her heated mound. Her pussy was burning. But she wanted more than just fingers there.

“Mouths,” was all she said, and of course the young teens understood immediately. They shifted and glued their lips to Cheryl’s pussy, each taking a side, sharing the delicious softness that was Cheryl’s cunt.

Tammy loved the taste of her mother’s pussy. She never seemed to get enough. At the moment they were in a sort of 69 position, she and Jenny reversed to her mother’s body, each licking a half of the delectable pussy that was before them. Their tongues met at her mother’s clit and sandwiched it between them. Tammy could feel her mother’s fingers plunging in and out of her longing pussy. Tammy ached with the need to cum, and she knew that if she kept this up with her mother, they would all three be satisfied before long. She could hear the moans of Jenny’s Aunt Lisa and Emily. She knew Emily well and could tell that her own orgasm wasn’t far away.

She glanced in the direction of Emily and Lisa as they made love. They were a jumble of arms and legs as they had become intertwined into a knot of flesh that resembled an extremely erotic 69. Jenny’s aunt had her mouth glued to the swollen lips of Emily’s little pussy. Tammy knew that lovely taste and experience very well. She and her baby sister had been in the throes of ecstasy on many occasions as they ate each other as her baby sister was now doing with Jenny’s Aunt Lisa. Her sister was spreading Lisa’s pussy wide as she molded her entire face into the boiling pussy. She could see the creamy honey of Lisa’s pussy smeared all over her baby sister’s mouth and nose. She also recognized the lustful gaze that covered Emily’s pretty, girlish face. She was moments away from cumming.

Lisa couldn’t believe this was happening. She was actually locked in a wild, passionate, searingly hot 69 with the eight-year-old daughter of her neighbor while being watched by that same neighbor and the eight-year-old’s thirteen-year-old sister. Meanwhile, her own twelve-year-old niece was busy licking and sucking her neighbor to what would be a marvelous orgasm, with the help of Tammy, the daughter of the woman whose pussy was being licked. It was all too much to take any longer. Her orgasm welled up inside her at this sudden thought. A mother and two daughters, aged eight and thirteen, were there in bed with her and her twelve-year-old niece. The reality of the moment pushed her over the brink, and she began to scream with the utter passion of the orgasm that overwhelmed her. She bucked wildly against the face of the little girl who was sucking at her pussy to the point that she became afraid she might bruise the child’s face and lips with the slamming of her pussy. She screamed out her cum into the bald little pussy of the little girl who was locked in an incredible 69 with her. Never in her twenty-nine years had she ever imagined this taking place. Now that it was happening, however, she wondered what had taken her so long.

Cheryl came next, watching as her precious baby girl mouth-fucked her gorgeous neighbor, Lisa. She went crashing over the edge, closing her eyes in spite of her desire to continue watching Lisa and Emily as they licked each other’s pussy. She knew that Emily would cum very soon, and although she wanted to see her baby’s sexual frenzy reach its crest, her eyes closed involuntarily at the enormous jolt of her orgasm. Her fingers continued sliding frantically into the frothy pubescent pussies of her daughter and Jenny. They were humping her fingers as her palms slapped into the spread lips of their cunts, slamming into their throbbing clits.

Suddenly, all three little girls began to come at once. The delightful squeals of the youngsters mingled with the room’s other sounds, the breathing of the older women as they began the glowing descent from their own climaxes and the tell-tale creaking of the bed’s hardware.

Jenny could feel the fingers of her friend’s mother as they fucked her and the palm that slapped hotly against her exposed clitoris. She knew that Tammy was feeling the same thing. The thought excited her and sent her into her orgasm. It was not as massive as many she’d had, especially the one she’d had beside the pool today with her Aunt Lisa, but she was usually only good for one of those a day. The others were wonderful, but not that incredible. In a way that was a blessing. If they had all been like that, she would have done nothing all day but masturbate, all day, every day.

Tammy’s orgasm was one of her stronger ones. She pushed and slammed her pussy against her mother’s hand as her mother’s finger poked into her, fucking her expertly. She loved the feel of her mother’s hand and the smell and taste of her mother’s pussy. She suddenly longed for lips on her pussy and thought of Emily, but she was busy with Jenny’s Aunt Lisa. Perhaps later, her tired mind told her, as she drifted into a quiet slumber that sometimes overtook her when she had climaxed so hard.

Emily was in heaven. Nothing in this world was better than orgasms to the little eight-year-old girl. She had had them for some time, since age five at least, and she had learned to love them. Rarely did a day go by that she didn’t have at least one, usually two or three. She would rub her little pussy raw at night in bed, sometimes slipping into bed with her sister when they were not sleeping with their mother. They would play together or Tammy would just watch as her baby sister came against her own hand. Emily knew that Tammy liked to watch her masturbate. And she loved doing it for her. The excitement of being watched added to her enjoyment. She thought about this and other things as she pushed her pussy against the face of Jenny’s Aunt Lisa. She was happy that they had gotten other people involved in their fun. Now she would have other pussies to lick besides her mother’s and sister’s. Not that she minded that, it was just that she was looking forward to what the new additions to their little games would bring. It was like getting an unexpected present.

As she began to drift off to sleep herself, the phone rang, bringing a sudden change to the little world the two women and three children had created for themselves..

Placing a shushing finger to her wet lips, Lisa picked up the phone, already knowing who it was.

“Greg?” she asked into the receiver when she’d heard his voice. “How are things with the vacation, dear?”

A pause while Greg spoke. Jenny wondered what her uncle was saying to make her aunt seem sad, for she was certainly looking sad at the moment. Disappointed, actually.

“Yes, dear. I understand. I am so sorry you will have to cut the vacation short.”

So that was it, Jenny thought. They were coming home for some reason. She understood now. With Uncle Greg and her two cousins, Tina and Erin, coming home, their fun would have to end. At least the sexual fun would end. And that was disappointing to both Jenny and her aunt.

Lisa finished the call and turned to Cheryl, Jenny, and Tammy, who had awakened when the phone rang.

“Greg has to bring Tina and Erin home. He has a business emergency in London that must be attended to immediately. He will be gone for about three weeks, but with the girls here, we will have to curtail our activities, I’m afraid.”

“When will they be here?” Jenny asked, obvious in her disappointment.

“Tomorrow, hon. I’m meeting them at the airport to pick up the girls at 9:30 in the morning. Greg is catching a flight from there directly to London.”

Tammy and Jenny sighed deeply, knowing that the fun was over before it had really begun.

But Cheryl had a different idea. “Why do we need to stop what we’re doing?”

Lisa looked at her incredulously. “Cheryl, he’s bringing my daughters home. Tina’s only nine and Erin is…”

“Only one year younger than Emily,” Cheryl finished.

Lisa looked at Cheryl silently. Was she suggesting what it seemed she was? Did Cheryl really expect her to bring her own children into this orgy? They were just babies. There was no way that they could have the same feelings that Emily had and that Tammy had had at that young age. Was there?

Then a series of images leapt into her mind. Snatches of memories began to coalesce into short scenes. She saw Tina and Erin in the pool, playing. But the memory suddenly included other images that she’d ignored until now. They had been playing near the water jets in the pool, giggling as the jets gushed into their little pussies. Then she saw her little girls in the tub together, a sudden movement causing water to splash as she had entered the bathroom. Now she realized what she had truly seen that she had denied until now. They had been playing with each other’s pussies, fingering the outer folds and clits of each other’s tiny cunt. The movement had been the sudden response to her entry to avoid being caught, but they’d been just a split second too late. She had seen; she just hadn’t admitted until right now what it was she had seen, preferring to think of her little girls as innocent. Then she remembered the giggles in the night as she passed their bedroom, the whispering. Once she had entered without knocking and they’d been naked. They had explained it by saying they had been too hot for their pajamas. Too hot, indeed! Now she realized what they had been doing all along. Her little girls had the hots for each other.

And suddenly, she had the hots for them too. Now she realized the familiar feelings she had recognized in Cheryl’s story. She, too, had bathed them without washcloths when they had been younger, just toddlers. She had told herself it was because she didn’t want the detergents in the cloth to cause a rash on their skin. Now she recognized the truth. She had been horny later and had seduced Greg or, if he was uninterested, had masturbated. She had never connected the two actions, but they seemed to go hand-in-hand.

Of course! She had lusted after her daughters for years. That explained her desire for Jenny when she’d come to visit, her longing for Tammy, and her special desire for Emily. She wanted to have sexual contact with her daughters. The realization nearly made her faint.

She explained all these thoughts, both past and present, to Cheryl and the two girls. Emily still lay nearby asleep.

“I won’t make them do something they don’t want to do,” she said. That was one thing she knew to be true. She would not be a part of having her daughters partake in actions they wanted no part of. If they wanted to do these things, then it would be a matter of a mother teaching her daughters how to please someone. If they were not willing — no, if they were not joining in happily — she did not want them to do this. She explained her feelings to Cheryl and the girls.

“I understand exactly what you feel,” answered Cheryl. “I would never have included my girls if they weren’t more than willing to have sex with their mother. They were both excited to do these things, though. And I am willing to bet that Tina and Erin are anxious to have fun as well.”

“But how do we find out without making them feel forced into it?” asked a worried, but very excited Lisa.

“We get these girls involved,” Cheryl said, indicating Jenny, Tammy, and Emily. “Tina and Erin won’t feel threatened by them. If they approach them with the idea of playing sex games and they are willing to do that, then they can tell them the truth of what we are doing here. If their reaction is one of fear or disgust, we leave them out of it. But if they are excited by the idea, we include them. We teach them about sex by showing and doing.”

“But what if they are afraid and disgusted and tell?”

“They won’t tell. They won’t say that you are involved at first. But I am willing to bet the price of my house they are neither afraid nor disgusted.”

“How do you know that?” asked Lisa, wanting to believe her.

“Trust me. Presented properly, the idea will be quite appealing,” said Cheryl with a twinkle in her eye.

And Lisa, Cheryl, Tammy, and Jenny set about planning what they would do to find out if the two young girls were willing.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Youth Movement

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

Lisa went to the phone while the two younger girls took their shower. Dialing Cheryl’s number she waited for the phone to be answered. On the fourth ring, it was.

“Hello,” Cheryl’s voice sounded winded.

“Hi, Cheryl. It’s Lisa.”

“Anything wrong?”

“Well, no. But I thought I would call and let you know what just happened. I caught Jenny and Tammy together.”

There was a pause. “Caught?”

“Yes. Caught. Together. As in having girl-girl sex.”

Another pause. Lisa could tell that Cheryl wasn’t sure what to do.

“I guess I should have a talk with her, then.”

“Well, I think you should come over immediately. We have a lot to discuss, I think.”

“But I have Emily. She can’t stay alone.”

“That’s okay. Bring her too.”

“But do you think we can talk with Emily there?”

“Actually, yes, I do. I think we can definitely talk in front of Emily.”

Lisa detected a small, sharp intake of breath. She knew her intent had been clear. Then she heard her tell little Emily to go get dressed. Of course the child could have been wearing pajamas, but that should not have been a problem with coming over to her house in the car. She wondered what the little girl was wearing.

On the other end of the line, Cheryl asked her the final question. “Why do you think it is definitely okay if we talk about catching Jenny and Tammy together in bed in front of Emily?”

She obviously wanted to know what Lisa knew. She wanted the other shoe to drop. She wanted the truth to be out in the open so she could deal with it, Lisa thought, admiring her for that forthright manner.

Lisa decided to drop the pretense of possibly not knowing the truth. “Because Emily has had lesbian sex with Tammy too, and we need to talk about your role in that.”

“Oh, dear God. What did Tammy tell you? It isn’t true. I didn’t do anything. I swear.” She was beginning to cry out of fear and guilt.

“I think you did. She says that you seduced her. And that you have been having sex with Emily since she was four.”

“Oh, my God! What are you going to do? It isn’t what you think. I was lonely. I needed something. I didn’t mean…” Excuses tumbled out of her like rocks down a steep cliff.

“I’m not going to call the police or family services, if that’s what you mean. Quite the contrary. I want to join you three, and so does Jenny.”

“What?” she gasped. “You want to… join us? In bed?”

“Or in the shower, or the pool, or the living room. I’m sure there are more places we can think of.”

Cheryl was thinking. Quickly. She couldn’t refuse Lisa. If she did then Lisa would be able to go to the police. Of course at that point Cheryl didn’t know that Lisa had already participated in sex with the two younger girls. She had only said she wanted to join them. And as far as Cheryl knew, thinking about it wasn’t a crime. Once Lisa participated, she couldn’t say anything. And the thought began to appeal to Cheryl anyway. She had known she was a lesbian since her husband had run out on her. And Lisa was a very attractive lady. More than once, she had fantasized about her pretty neighbor. They were the same age. And since she’d been having sex with her daughters, she had longed for an older female. And here was Lisa admitting she was a female pedophile too. She knew women like her were rare, but other women like her certainly existed. As luck would have it, one of them just happened to live on her same street.

“I’ll be right over. I have to get dressed first.”

Lisa noted the hint of sex in her voice. The promise of things to come.

“I’ll be waiting,” she said, and hung up.

Fifteen minutes later, Cheryl, in sweats and a tee shirt, was sitting in Lisa’s living room, downing a stiff drink of vodka. Emily was seated on the sofa beside her, wearing her pajamas, which is what she`d “gotten dressed” into when instructed to do so. Lisa knew the answer to the question she wanted to ask, but she asked it anyway. “Were you two doing things when I called?”

Cheryl knew that pretending was useless. If they were going to start this unusual but erotic relationship, she had to be honest with Lisa from the start.

“Yes. We were just getting started actually.”

“Speaking of starting, how did this get started in the first place? I’m curious.”

The two girls came downstairs now, dressed in panties and tee shirts. Lisa looked at them and indicated they should find a seat.

“Mom?” asked Tammy, wondering if everything was alright.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just a good thing that Lisa is like your mommy or things could be bad,” said Cheryl. Tammy sat beside her mother on the sofa, opposite Emily. Jenny came over and sat in her Aunt Lisa’s lap. She knew that they were going to get involved with some sort of sexual relationship with Tammy’s mom and Emily, but she wondered what they were sitting there for. Seconds later, Cheryl provided the answer.

“It all began when my ex, Tammy and Emily’s father, Dylan, left me for another woman. At first I was devastated. Then I realized I had never loved him anyway. I had always known my attraction for girls was strong. I began to understand that I was a lesbian. Sex with Dylan had always been unsatisfying. I would sneak into the bathroom and masturbate to visions of women and little girls after we had sex to satisfy my pent up frustrations. You couldn’t call what we did making love, because there was none to make.

“Well, I began to notice that when I gave Tammy her bath, I would soap a rag and use it to wash her little body everywhere. That included her little, hairless pussy. She was only eight then. I realized, with a certain amount of shame, that she was old enough to bathe herself. Emily was only three and didn’t interest me. Not yet, at least. But I found that I would spend more and more time washing Tammy’s little vulva. I would make sure her little bottom was clean. Then one day I stopped using the rag. I am not sure what made me do that. It was almost a decision made without thought. I just stopped using it and used my bare hand instead. Tammy, of course, didn’t really notice anything. All she knew really was that Mommy spent a lot of time washing her ‘down there’. She even asked me about it one day. You know, why I spent so much time washing her little mound. I told her it was because it was a special place that held special secrets. I asked her if she didn’t like me cleaning it for so long and she said that it was fine. That it felt really nice when I soaped my hand and cleaned her there. I could see by the sparkle in her eyes that she enjoyed it and that it gave her sexual pleasure for me to touch her there. She actually had a mischievous smile when she talked about it.”

Cheryl’s mind wandered back to that time. Back to when her older daughter was eight, and she had taught her many things that eight-year-olds weren’t supposed to know. She could remember it as if it were this very night that it had happened. The first night she’d become overtly sexual with her eight-year-old daughter. As she told the story of the past, it happened in her mind as if it were the present……

“Mommy, why does it feel like that?” she had asked innocently.

“Like what?”

“All tingly. Does it have to do with the special secret?”

“Yes, honey, as a matter of fact it does. Does it feel especially good when Mommy does this to you? Does your little mound like that?”

“Yes, Mommy. It feels nice.”

“Well, Mommy likes to do this too. I like cleaning your little mound. Your little mound of special secrets.” She began to blush with the admission of the pleasure she experienced.

“Do you have special secrets in your mound too, Mommy?”

“Yes, Precious. Mommy has lots of special secrets in her mound. Would you like to see?” It had been a question that had come unbidden to her mind. It was something that seemed the most natural thing in the world. But it had been the final step before the seduction of her daughter.

“Oh, can I, Mommy?!” Her eyes lit up with unabashed excitement. Cheryl had seen sexual thrill in those eyes, as if she had wanted to see her mother’s pussy in the past and was excited at the prospect of finally getting a good look at it. It was a sort of naughty curiosity.

“Well, you must promise Mommy something. Many people wouldn’t like it if they knew I was showing you my special secrets. It’s like going pooh-pooh. We don’t talk about it except for between you and Mommy, do we?”

“No. That wouldn’t be nice,” her beautiful child’s face was serious.

“Well, our special secrets and how Mommy and you touch them is like that. We must never talk about it unless we are completely alone. Do you understand, baby?”

Her daughter had nodded seriously. “Can I see your special secrets now?”

Smiling at her impatience, Cheryl stood and began to undress herself from the remaining clothes she’d had on. Nothing but panties and bra and one of Dylan’s old shirts had been covering her. Soon she was naked for her little girl, showing off her now pulsing pussy to the interested gaze of her eight-year-old daughter.

“Where are the special secrets?” she asked innocently.

“Inside, precious. They are inside, just like with yours.”

“I never saw mine before.”

“They are inside. Here, look close.” With that she took her labia and spread them apart. The sticky, creamy juices that covered her boiling cunt shone with the reflections of the room’s lights. She pointed to the small, hooded nub that was her engorged clit. “You see here? That is called Mommy’s clit. It is the center of her special places. It feels wonderful when it is touched.”

Tammy spread her little legs wide, knees bent with her feet touching soles, and looked between her legs at the open, hairless mound that was now spread apart before her eyes. She looked at the place where the clit would be. Reaching down, Cheryl gently spread her daughter’s inner lips a bit more and began to rub the tiny baby clit. The reaction was immediate. Tammy jumped slightly, tightening her butt cheeks at the contact as if hit by a tiny jolt of static electricity. Her eyes widened as she looked at her mother’s hand exploring her inner lips and clit.

“Do you like that, baby?” asked Cheryl, getting hotter by the second while masturbating her daughter’s tender pussy.

“Y–Yes,” she stammered, eyes still wide.

“Do you want me to keep doing it?”

“Yes. If you want to,” she breathed, still watching her mother’s fingers.

“I’m glad you like this. I like doing it too.”

“Uh-huh,” she was breathing harder. Obviously she was getting quite turned on, in spite of her young age.

Cheryl continued to rub her little daughter’s pussy. Tammy began to squirm in the tub. She looked up at her mother.

“It feels real tingly, Mommy. My bottom can’t seem to stay still.”

“That’s okay. Mommy’s bottom can’t stay still sometimes, either.”

Cheryl decided to move things to a drier place… her bed.

“Stand up, baby. Mommy wants to dry you off. Then we can go to Mommy’s room, and if you want we can sleep together tonight even. What do you think of that?”

Standing, the little girl stepped out of the tub and allowed her mother to towel her dry. Cheryl spent extra time and care on the girl’s pussy, powdering the lips and rubbing the talc into the soft skin. Tammy stood very still as her mother’s hands explored her tiny vulva, as if any movement might make the pleasure stop.

As Cheryl went through the house, turning off lights and settling everything for the night, Tammy entered her mother’s bedroom and jumped up on the bed, turning to sit squaw fashion and facing the bedroom door. Then looking down, she saw the redness of her inner labia. She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but she knew she liked the intensely warm feelings her mother created in her by rubbing that one small area of her body. Reaching down, she began to toy with her clit while her mom went about the house. She had found that it felt relaxing before while lying in bed alone, but it had been nothing like this. She was feeling things she’d never imagined. And she found that she loved it. Without realizing it, Tammy was becoming a sex addict. And had she known, she would have loved that idea, too.

As Cheryl entered her bedroom, she saw Tammy masturbating her little, swollen clit. Without realizing it, Tammy stopped what she was doing. By habit she was afraid her mother would say something about touching herself. Cheryl came to her, understanding why she had stopped.

“Honey, you don’t ever have to stop doing that when you want to and we are alone. Anytime you feel like touching your little clit, you can as long as nobody else is around but you and me.”

“What about Emily?” the child asked.

That was a good question. What about Emily? Then Cheryl made the final decision that would affect their lives forever. “We’ll teach her when she’s old enough, and then you two can do whatever you want to your bodies or each other’s. As long as…” Cheryl paused.

“…we are all alone,” Tammy finished, smiling. Cheryl joined her in her happiness.

“So go ahead, baby. Touch yourself if you want to.”

Tammy reached down and began to rub her little clit again. Cheryl looked down and saw the redness. Her little girl, only eight, was quite horny. She heard Tammy’s breathing change to a bit of a faster pace.

Cheryl moved to sit facing her daughter. Keeping her eyes glued to her baby’s pussy and the tiny hand that manipulated it, she began to stroke her own clit. She was shocked at the wetness she found there. She had known she was horny, but not like this. She had masturbated only two nights ago, and already she was nearly beside herself with the need to come.

Cheryl noticed her daughter’s eyes as they shifted to look down at her mother’s pussy. Her mouth was agape, seeing into her mother’s pussy for the first time ever, not counting the brief look she`d had out the inner lips in the bathroom.

Watching her mother’s hands, she increased the tempo of her own masturbation. Her hips began to squirm again, rubbing her little bottom against the covers. Suddenly she lay back and rested against the bed. She was beginning to feel very strange indeed in the area around the little nub that her mommy had called a “clit.” She heard a moan escape her own lips and she was surprised at that, too. Looking at her mommy, she saw that her mommy’s own hands were moving faster over her clit than they were moments before. Her mommy had two fingers of her right hand inside a hole that seemed to lead into her belly. She knew that was where the baby came out and it was called a bagina. The fingers pumped in and out. Mommy seemed to be enjoying that a lot. Mommy’s fingers of her left hand rubbed her own clit area. Then the fingers came out of the hole and went to her boobies. They pinched her nipples, making them swell, if that was still possible. They seemed to be all puckery and bumpy now.

“Mommy?” she asked breathlessly. “Do I have a bagina?”

“VA-gina, honey. Yes, but it isn’t open yet. You have a tiny flower at the entrance that must be removed first. We can work on that.”

Tammy`s hands worked on her baby clit.

“Mommy. I’m feeling all tingly again. But it’s worse now,” she breathed, “or better,” she said after a moment’s thought.

“I know, honey. That’s the special secrets showing themselves. You like that?”

“Uh-huh,” Tammy grunted.

Then Mommy began to moan. Really loud. Her breathing became choppy and ragged. She watched and her mommy’s eyes were all glazed over, but they were still looking at her own hands as she rubbed over her own little mound.

Cheryl realized she should explain what was about to happen. And maybe get her little eight-year-old daughter to help her some. She stopped rubbing long enough to do that.

“Baby, mommy is going to do something called orgasm. It means she will probably moan and maybe yell, but that is because Mommy’s secret pleasure is coming. That is why it is sometimes called that… cumming. And it feels too wonderful to keep the sounds in. Do you want to help mommy feel really good?”

“Okay,” she said. Cheryl noticed she was glassy eyed. She had read that very young girls could achieve an orgasm, sometimes as young as three and four. She wondered if her daughter would be able to do that. If not, it was going to possibly be a frustrating time until she did. For both of them, because Cheryl wanted it for her badly.

“Come sit by mommy and suck on her boobies like Emily did when she was getting milk from mommy.”

“Will I get milk?” she wanted to know.

“I don’t think so, baby. Mommy is all out of milk now, but you will like it.” Tammy had always been a little jealous of her baby sister and the attention she got, not to mention the milk. On more than one occasion she had allowed Tammy to drink any excess milk she had from her breasts. She remembered now how turned on she had been from that. Several times she had nearly cum from the sensations, and she had masturbated a few of those times as well, once Tammy had finished and found something else to do.

Tammy leaned over her mother’s breasts and took a nipple into her mouth. Sucking, she felt her mother’s breathing become irregular once again. She looked down the landscape of her mother’s belly and watched her mother’s hands massaging the soft flesh between the lips that she had heard other girls call a pussy. Tammy marveled at the small patch of hair that covered the mature mound. Instinctively, one hand went back to her own clit as the other one reached for her mother’s other breast. She began to massage and squeeze both expertly.

It didn’t take Cheryl long to achieve her orgasm. Her little girl’s mouth on her nipple and watching her baby rub her own tiny slit was plenty to send her over the edge. As she stroked her clit and plunged her fingers into the steaming slit of her vagina, the orgasm built itself from deep within her body. It moved into her lower regions first. Like a fire, it spread from her clitoris to her vagina, her asshole, her butt cheeks, her legs and stomach, her breasts and nipples, finally ending at her toes and scalp. It was incredible. She had moaned loudly, thrashing around in the throes of her newfound ecstasy. She had made the decision to have sex with her daughter Tammy, and later with her daughter Emily, and the decision had been an enormous emotional and sexual release for her. She felt she had faced what she really was. And that self-realization and acceptance had emerged in the form of an incredible orgasm.

Tammy continued to rub her baby slit. In her eight years she had rubbed it often, noticing the mild sensations. But those feelings were much different now. More intense. Cheryl, recovering from the explosive climax, looked at her baby and saw the desperation on her cherubic face. She knew she would have to help her little eight-year-old achieve an orgasm.

“Sweetie, do you want Mommy to help you feel extra special good in your little pussy? Do you want Mommy to help you have an orgasm?”

Tammy noticed that her mother had used the word ‘pussy’. She felt it should be okay if she used it. “Yes, Mommy. My pussy is sort of burning. It feels really strange.”

Cheryl took a certain pleasure from hearing her eight-year-old daughter use the forbidden word. The image of the little babyish face saying such a word was somehow exciting.

“Mommy knows how to help you, honey. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she pleaded with gasping breath and glassy eyes.

“Lay back,” Cheryl instructed, and as her daughter did so, she positioned herself between her smooth, soft thighs.

“Grab behind your knees and pull them up while spreading your legs.”

Tammy did as she was told, anxious for her mommy to make the burning go away. She didn’t know what horny meant at the time, but if it had been explained to her, she would have had a perfect image of it. It was a burning, throbbing pussy that was urgently waiting to be touched.

Cheryl looked down at the spread lips of the eight-year-old’s pussy. They were a dark pink color, almost raw from the rubbing. A little moisture covered the dewy inner lips of her bald pussy.

“Baby, Mommy’s going to kiss, lick, and suck your little pussy. It will feel better than anything you have ever felt. Are you ready?”

The little girl nodded, wondering how something better than anything she’d ever felt would feel. In about two seconds, she knew.

She watched as her mother bent over her and placed her lips to her spread pussy lips. She felt her mommy’s tongue begin to rub the little clit.

The reaction was immediate. Her little hips began to buck up to meet the wonderful lips and tongue. She closed her eyes, then opened them wide again and looked at her mother’s mouth, which was glued to her bald little pussy. Mommy had been right. It was better than anything she’d ever felt. That is until she came. It was then she knew what Mommy had been talking about.

She had closed her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feelings her mother’s mouth created in her pussy. Then suddenly a feeling began to sweep through her lower belly. It began as a tickling sensation in her pussy. Then it had quickly increased to an almost electric feeling. It felt as if her mother’s mouth was an electric wire that had suddenly touched her, creating shock waves that were unbelievably wonderful. Her mind was not sophisticated enough to think these things until later. But the sensations registered in her brain, and she immediately fell in love with them.

Cheryl came back to the present. She was in Lisa’s living room once again, telling about the incident that had burned itself into her memory.

“We slept together that night, and every night since then unless a friend of hers stayed over. Emily joined us a year later.”

As she finished her story, she looked around the room at the faces of the various females. They were all very turned on. From Emily, who had reached her first orgasm at the age of five, to Lisa, who was the same age as Cheryl, they were all terribly horny.

Lisa was massaging Jenny’s little cunny, which was on display in Lisa`s lap because the girl had her legs spread and Lisa had the panties pulled down to her knees while her hand found sources of pleasure in the young girl’s pussy. And Emily had gotten into her older sister’s lap as well. She was busy playing with Tammy’s little breasts while her older sister rubbed Emily’s smooth pussy and dipped a finger into her hairless little slit as well.

Cheryl knew that the two girls loved this practice. Their sexual relationship had forged a stronger than usual bond between the sisters, and Emily would frequently sit with her older sister and the girls would kiss and play with each other’s pussy, ass, and breasts (although Emily had none) until they climaxed, often together.

Lisa spoke first. “So you just did the same with Emily when she was older?”

“Yes. When she turned four, I found I couldn’t resist anymore. I told her that Mommy was going to show her the wonder of her secret pleasure. I actually got into the tub with her and Tammy that time. As it turned out, though, Tammy had been sneaking into her bedroom for several months and beginning her own training. Now, of course, we all sleep in my King-sized bed.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am extremely hot after your story,” said Lisa, “and I think we should start licking some pussies.”

And that was how Jenny’s Aunt Lisa and Tammy’s mother, Cheryl, became partners in the practice of female pedophilia. They both enjoyed this life so much, not to mention the girls. As Jenny looked at Cheryl, who was already removing her clothing, she knew that her summer was going to be even better than she had ever imagined.

They all started upstairs to Lisa’s bedroom. “I want to taste that clean, little pussy of Emily’s,” said Lisa, laying a claim to Emily first, and Jenny found that she was just a bit jealous. But she’d understood. Anyway, that would allow her to eat Cheryl’s pussy. And that would be enough.

Continue on to Chapter 5

The Seduction of Tammy

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

That evening Lisa decided she would take Jenny out to dinner. They had each had a sandwich after their sex session by the pool, but Lisa was aware how much energy such an orgasm as little Jen had had could take out of her. She wanted the child to keep her boundless energy up. After all, Lisa had not experienced the utter joy she looked forward to so much, having the young twelve-year-old girl make love to her adult body.

After Jenny had fallen immediately asleep by the pool following her massive orgasm, Lisa had entered the pool and placed her own pussy over the filter’s jet. She had remained there, seeking her own orgasm for several minutes. She had pressed her pussy to the jet, delighting in the feel and looking at the prone body of her erotic little niece, staring at the tender pussy lips that were wetly parted as she slept with her legs spread to allow fresh air to the soft inner flesh. Reviving air, Lisa hoped.

After a few brief minutes, actually a bit longer than she thought it would take when she’d entered the pool for this purpose, her orgasm had built and exploded into a body-convulsing climax. But even as the orgasm wracked her body with spasms of joy, she had known it was nothing compared to what was surely waiting for her at the hands, fingers, lips, tongue…. Hell, toes even, of her now sleeping twelve-year-old niece.

Now they sat in the den, watching a DVD of the first Harry Potter movie. Lisa recognized the lust she felt for the character of Hermione, or at least the pretty, then nine-year-old actress Emma Watson who played her. As she thought this, Jenny spoke up as if reading her mind.

“Wouldn’t you love to make love to Hermione?”

Lisa’s head snapped around to look at Jenny. “You were reading my mind, I think.” Jenny giggled.

“I have wanted to do things to her since I first saw the movie. It is a favorite masturbation fantasy of mine,” said Jenny.

“Mine, too,” Lisa agreed. This brought up the question that Lisa had wondered about.

“Jen, honey, how long have you known you liked other girls?”

“Well, remember Tammy, that girl who lives down the street from you?”

Lisa nodded. How could she forget? Tammy was a gorgeous young blond with a sunny smile and a disposition to match. She was a year older than Jenny, and the two girls would spend lots of time together when Jenny and her mom had visited. She lived alone with her mother, Cheryl, who was divorced from Tammy’s father, a prominent doctor in the city, and her little sister Emily, who was eight. There had been times that Lisa had begun to have thoughts about Tammy, much like the thoughts she had been having about Jenny before their action that afternoon.

“Have you done things with Tammy before?”

“Well, not that much really. We touched each other’s boobs and practiced kissing. We played doctor before when we were little, and every time we would see each other, Tammy would want to play something like that. Soon the games became more of just touching without having to play doctor.” Lisa was speechless. The erotic thoughts that were starting to run through her mind seemed to numb every part of her body, except for one, that is. Her clit began to grow, and she could feel the wetness begin to moisten her sweet inner lips. A blush crept up her chest and tinged her throat and cheeks.

“What did you do the last time you and your mother were here?” asked Lisa. Her mind was beginning to spin with the possibilities.

“We just lay in bed and touched each other’s boobs. After that we watched each other masturbate. We ended up rubbing ourselves off that way. It was sort of a game to see who could get there first. Actually, we have never touched each other’s pussies at all except for when we played doctor, and we haven’t done that since we were like nine. I know that sounds strange, but it’s true.”

Lisa licked her lips unconsciously. It was suddenly very warm in the room.

“Are you hot for Tammy?” said Jenny, grinning.

“Would that shock you?”

“No, of course not. After today I am realizing everything she and I didn’t do.”

“Then, yes. I am definitely hot for her.” She thought about this for a moment. “Are you willing to help me out a little, hon?”

Jenny grinned, guessing what was on Aunt Lisa’s mind. “Sure.”

“What do you think would happen if she spent the night and you two were ‘caught’ together?” It was an evil plan, one that would initially frighten the young thirteen-year-old, but the results would not be frightening at all. Quite stimulating in fact.

“I think it would be a great idea,” admitted Jenny. Suddenly, a threesome with Tammy and Aunt Lisa was beginning to sear her mind with erotic images.

“Would you like for her to join us for dinner and spend the night?” Lisa asked, knowing the answer.

“Of course!” said Jenny. “I think that would be wonderful!”

Lisa got up to get the phone book to look up the number for Cheryl, Tammy’s mother and dialed the number. When Cheryl, Tammy’s mom, answered, she identified herself and explained that Jenny was visiting and wanted to know if Tammy could have dinner with them and maybe spend the night. She and Cheryl knew each other vaguely, having worked together on some committees for the local PTA.

“Are you sure it’s no bother?” asked Cheryl.

“Oh, no. No bother at all. Actually, it would be helping me out a lot,” Lisa said. Jenny giggled lightly, and Lisa held her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture.

“Well, then, I don’t see why not,” Cheryl said. “I can just send her right over after she packs an overnight bag.”

“That would be wonderful. We’ll see her then in about twenty or thirty minutes?”

“That sounds about right. Are you sure this is no problem?”

“Believe me, Cheryl. It is no problem at all.”

Lisa hung the phone up and looked at Jenny. “She’ll be here in less than half an hour.”

“I wish we could just greet her at the door naked like this. That would be funny.”

Lisa looked down at her nude body. She’d actually forgotten that they were still running around naked. “No, it would not be funny, especially if she got scared and ran back home and told her mom. Or worse, what if her mom decided to give her a ride and was watching from her car, or even worse, came to the door with her?”

“I was just kidding,” Jenny laughed, moving toward her aunt and hugging her. She pressed her head between her breasts and listened to the pounding of Lisa’s heart grow quicker. Then she turned her face and began to kiss her aunt’s left nipple, nibbling on it and finally sucking on it. It stood at attention, puckering itself to meet the kisses from the young girl.

“We’d better stop this, or we’ll be more than greeting her naked at the door when she arrives. We’ll be making love on the sofa.”

Jenny laughed as they broke the erotic embrace, and they headed upstairs to their bedrooms to get dressed for going out to dinner.

When they came out of their bedrooms, Jenny looked at her aunt and grinned. “What is it?” asked Lisa. The young girl lifted her dress. She wore no panties. Her soft bare skin was all that was beneath the outfit. The sight was an enormous turn on, but she immediately saw the problem with the way her little niece was dressed.

“Honey, you are going to leak fluids all over the back of that dress. People will see it and think you’ve started your period or peed yourself or something.”

“No they won’t. Look.” She reached down and showed Lisa the string that dangled from the small vagina. She was wearing a tampon.

“But won’t you be awfully dry that way?”

Jenny’s grin widened. Dropping her dress back into place, she reached into her little purse and brought out a tiny plastic bottle that contained a clear liquid. Baby oil. “Just a little drop on the end of the finger and I can moisten myself. That’s fun too.”

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Lisa was grinning now too.

Jenny just smiled and twirled, causing her dress to billow out and exposing her naked pussy and butt to her aunt’s excited view.

“I wouldn’t be doing too much twirling if I were you.”

At that moment the doorbell rang. Jenny scampered downstairs, rushing to open the door. Lisa could hear the girls’ squeal at the sight of each other. After the door closed, she heard little Tammy gasp and say, “Oh, my god!” in an urgent whisper. She had obviously been shown that Jenny was without panties.

“You do it too. It feels really sexy,” Jenny said, just loud enough for Lisa to hear her. The girls started up the stairs and Lisa began to walk toward them as if unaware of anything that had been said downstairs. When they came into view she smiled at them.

“Hello, Tammy. Ready for some dinner?” She noticed the girl had a backpack and was carrying a dress on a hanger, apparently brought to change into for dinner. Lisa smiled secretly at the thought of what wouldn’t be worn.

“Hi, Mrs. Sanders. Thank you for having me.” Lisa thought about the thank you and how it was worded. Yes, she had every intent of ‘having’ her. She thought to herself that the little girl didn’t know the half of it.

“We’re going into my room so Tammy can change,” said Jenny. The girls disappeared into Jenny’s bedroom, exploding into giggles.

Lisa was hungry and knew that another sex session might completely wear out Jenny. To ward off the girls getting too ‘involved’ she called to them through the closed door, “Don’t take too long catching up, ladies. I, for one, am hungry.” She got more giggles for her answer. She wasn’t ready to catch the girls together yet. She wanted to make sure Jenny understood. “I mean that, Jenny.”

“Okay, Aunt Lisa,” Jenny answered, resignation in her tone.

Lisa went downstairs, knowing the girls would do some flirting and maybe some touching and kissing, but trusting Jenny not to allow things to go too far… yet.

Ten minutes later the girls came downstairs, looking a bit flushed and perspiring a bit. When Tammy wasn’t looking, Jenny pointed to Tammy’s ass area and shook her head, indicating that she wasn’t wearing panties either. The thought that both little girls had only their dresses between their naked pussies and her sight gave Lisa’s pussy a twinge.

“You girls ready?” she asked.

Jenny gave her a mischievous look. “Oh, yes. We’re very ready.” Jenny giggled and Tammy looked as though she hoped Lisa didn’t get the double entendre. Lisa behaved as if she didn’t, of course. As they walked to the car, Lisa gave Jenny a “Don’t overdo it” look of warning when Tammy wasn’t looking.

By the time they got to the car, the two young teens were hanging back, sharing a private, whispered conversation. The sound of Tammy’s tone said she was probably telling Jenny the same thing Lisa’s look had. “Don’t overdo it.”

They climbed into the car, Lisa at the wheel, of course, with Jenny and Tammy in the back seat so they could talk. All Lisa could see of the girls in the mirror were their faces. She backed out of the driveway and began the thirty minute drive to the restaurant they would be going to.

Looking into the mirror, she could tell Jenny was rummaging in her purse. For baby oil, Lisa thought to herself. Sure enough, Jenny glanced at the mirror and grinned slyly. From the motions in the back, Lisa could tell she was putting a drop of the oil on each of their fingers and then putting the bottle away. The girls then sat back and talked quietly. The motion of their shoulders told her they were indeed rubbing their little clits. Lisa could hardly drive from watching their beautiful faces in the mirror while trying to appear to ignore them, not to mention the heat that was building in her own pussy. Things became very quiet in the backseat.

About twenty minutes into the drive, she could tell things were really heating up in the back of the car. Tammy would look at the mirror to see if Lisa was noticing anything. Lisa would look casually away from the mirror, as if she’d just been checking what was behind the car. She could see the girl was getting very worked up. Then her body seemed to stiffen, muscles locking to keep the sounds from escaping her lips into the car for Lisa to hear. Her body began to tremble slightly, her eyes widening involuntarily for a moment before closing. She was having an orgasm. Little Tammy was achieving a self-induced climax in the back seat of her car. Lisa felt her mouth go dry with longing. Lisa looked at Jenny. She, too, was close to another orgasm, her second one today. Jenny looked back at her in the mirror. Her face was flushed. Then, closing her eyes, she entered her own orgasm. Lisa looked quickly at Tammy. She was watching Jenny achieve her orgasm. She was looking longingly down at Jenny’s lap. In the meantime, Lisa was going crazy. She wanted so much to pull the car over and have her way immediately with the nubile, young pubescent girls. It was all she could do to keep the car in her lane.

The young teenagers regained their composure. Their breathing slowed. Jenny got some tissues from the console between the front seats and they cleaned themselves up quietly. After rearranging their dresses to a more demure and ladylike appearance, they began to talk again. Lisa realized that if she hadn’t been totally aware of what the girls had done because of her new relationship with Jenny, she would still have known what had just happened. Their actions and reactions spoke for themselves.

About five minutes after Jenny came, they arrived at the restaurant.

“I am massively starving,” Jenny announced.

“Me, too,” said Tammy.

“Me, three,” said Lisa, meaning for food, for Jenny, and for Tammy. But of course they did not know that. Not even Jenny.

Dinner had been wonderful. The girls had each wanted a hamburger with cokes, and Lisa had a large grilled chicken salad and iced tea. She could barely concentrate on the conversation because of the flaming need in her pussy. The two girls had climaxed, wonderful orgasms from the looks of them, but she was still feeling very horny indeed.

As she sat there, she decided to do something naughty. She slipped off her right shoe and casually lifted it to Jenny’s hips, gently brushing her leg on the way. Jenny looked at her, not believing she was doing this in a public place. But she just sat there, appearing as though her aunt was not now placing her foot against her little pussy. She even continued to talk to Tammy. Lisa could tell that she was enjoying this attention immensely though. Occasionally, she would squirm in her seat a bit as Lisa’s toes would rub her clit lightly. Eventually, Lisa lowered her foot to the floor and slipped her shoe back on. Jenny looked a little disappointed.

Lisa realized the little girl was a walking orgasm waiting to happen. She was the most sexual person she’d ever known. And she was only twelve. What would the future bring? If nothing else, she knew it would bring joy to her. And if the seduction of Tammy worked out, she would have a young girl to enjoy things with for many months, or maybe years, to come.

They arrived back home without the girls doing anything more that was overtly sexual. The girls watched some TV and chatted for a while. Then around ten o’clock Jenny suggested that she and Tammy turn in.

She came around to kiss her aunt goodnight, giving her a more appropriate kiss than each wanted, and the two girls went upstairs. Lisa was to wait for about fifteen minutes before sneaking up there to catch them “red-handed,” as it were. She and Jenny had spoken before Tammy arrived and Jenny had promised to be involved within that amount of time, and with the covers off them as well so that the sight of what they were doing could not be explained as anything else than what it was, sexual escapades between two young teenage girls.

She lifted her nightgown that she’d put on when they’d arrived back home, pulled down her panties to her knees, and looked at her now sopping pussy. Removing the panties completely, she spread her pussy lips and began to stroke her burning clit slightly, massaging it to ease the ache. She kept it on simmer.

In the bedroom together at last, the two girls began an animated conversation about the evening.

“Do you think she noticed anything?” asked Tammy, referring to their masturbation session in the car.

“Naw,” Jenny said. “She was too busy driving,” Jenny lied with ease.

“God, that was sooo hot.”

“I was wondering something,” said Jenny, a gleam in her eye. We’ve always touched our own pussies and stuff. Have you ever thought about touching each other`s pussy? We`ve never actually done that except for playing doctor.”

Tammy looked at Jenny. She seemed to Jenny to be holding her breath. The thought occurred to her that maybe she’d just stepped over the line. She was about to say “never mind” when Tammy spoke.

“Are you crazy? I’ve thought about practically nothing else. I was too afraid to ask you though. I didn’t want you to think I was a lezzie or something.”

“Then you want to try it?” asked Jenny.

“Yes. I want to try LOTS of things!” Tammy said excitedly. Then she grinned widely. “I’ve been reading some books and stuff and have some ideas of what kinds of things we can do to feel good.”

Quickly, the two girls stripped. It occurred to Jenny that she would have liked to remove Tammy’s clothes herself, but her fifteen minutes were almost up, and she wanted some alone time with Tammy before Aunt Lisa made her entrance.

They jumped into bed and Tammy began to get under the covers.

“No, don’t. I want to be able to see you. Is that okay?”

“Sure. That’s a good idea, actually.”

The two horny little girls faced each other on the bed.

“Kiss me,” said Tammy, and she bent her face forward to meet Jenny’s beautiful, full lips.

The girls began to slip their tongues into each other’s mouth. Their tongues explored the mouth they had invaded.

Jenny began to pinch the nipples of Tammy’s breasts. They were already hard nubs of flesh, just waiting to be sucked. Breaking the kiss, Jenny obliged them.

Tammy sat back and enjoyed the attention her breasts were receiving. She looked down at her friend’s head as it moved from one nipple to the other. Then she felt the hand that was approaching her pussy. It trailed down her tummy to the center of her desire. She could almost feel her pussy longing for Jenny’s touch. It seemed to be begging for her fingers to caress it.

Jenny’s fingers began their exploration of Tammy’s pussy. Not since the two girls had last played doctor together had their fingers been in contact with the other girl’s pussy, and that had been about three years ago, but now it was happening. Actual sexual touching.

Tammy felt her friend’s fingers begin rubbing her clit. Her hips were undulating beneath the caresses. She could feel Jenny’s own nearly bald pussy bucking up against her thigh, and she realized that it was wanting some attention as well. She reached down and began to massage the wet lips of her twelve-year-old friend’s pussy.

They continued this for a moment; then they broke their kiss and looked into each other’s eyes. Tammy realized she was close to reaching another orgasm, but she wanted it to wait. “Hold on a sec,” she said, breathlessly.

Jenny pulled away, realizing what was going on. She didn’t want her to climax yet either.

“Let’s take this a bit more slowly,” Tammy said. “I’m not ready to come yet.”

“What do you want to do?” asked Jenny.

“You sure you won’t freak out?”

“Of course not.”

“Well, I found this book of my dad’s when I was staying with him for a weekend. It is about these two girls, sisters actually, who have sex with each other and lots of other people too. There are some things they do to each other that really got me turned on.”

“What?” Jenny was anxious to hear, and wanting to get started again. Aunt Lisa would be coming in at any moment.

“Well…”

This was maddening. “Tell me! I promise I won’t think it’s weird!”

“Okay. They lick and kiss each other’s pussy. There. I said it.”

Jenny looked at her friend. She didn’t say a word, just scooted around in the bed until her face was at Tammy’s sopping wet pussy. She leaned forward and kissed the clit that was peeking up from the inner folds.

Tammy let out a quick gasp. Jenny then reached out with her tongue and licked it quickly. Tammy gasped again.

“Aren’t you going to do it too?” asked Jenny. She wanted to feel her friend’s tongue on her as well.

With that, Tammy leaned forward, breathed in the musky aroma of Jenny’s nearly hairless gash, and glued her mouth to the feverish lips, sucking gently on the girl’s clit. Jenny was in an instant heaven. She leaned in and did the same thing to Tammy’s soaking pussy. Her lips were glued to the little girl’s wet cunny as they began a languid sixty-nine.

Lisa had crept up the stairs to the room where the two girls were certainly involved in some advanced sexual games. She listened at the door. She could hear muffled moans from the girls if she listened carefully. They were obviously very involved. It occurred to her that she might miss all the fun if she waited much longer. The girls sounded close to cumming. Well, at least one of them would have a brief cooling off when she opened the door to this room. The other would feign fear, but would really be more excited. It was a cruel way to seduce the young girl, but Lisa thought she would enjoy it in the end.

Grasping the door knob, she turned it and entered the room, saying, “Oh, Jenny, I was just…” She stopped suddenly, pretending shock. Of course the two girls became a flurry of motion, scrambling away from the pussies that they’d been licking and sucking while attempting to cover themselves with the blanket. Lisa looked at Jenny. She was doing a great job of looking frightened. In fact, Lisa had the idea that she’d been startled anyway, as if she’d not been thinking about their plan, but was too involved with licking Tammy to consider anything else.

“Aunt Lisa!” she said. “You didn’t knock!”

“I didn’t think I would have to,” she countered, staring at the girls. She had gotten a glimpse of Tammy’s pussy, which had been only slightly covered with a light brown patch of downy hair. “I’d ask what you girls were doing, but I could see quite clearly what it was.”

Tammy was frightened, but not as frightened as Lisa thought she would be. It was a bit disconcerting. As if the plan weren’t working properly or something. Didn’t she know that Lisa could tell her mother what had been happening? Blackmail, of a sort, was what they were doing, after all. A sort of “Don’t worry. I won’t tell your mom if” kind of thing. Tammy looked ashamed, but not really scared. Lisa had expected the girl to dissolve into tears and beg her not to tell. Instead, she just hung her head. Lisa didn’t know quite what to make of it. She decided to remind Tammy her mother would probably find out what she’d been doing.

“Tammy, I’ve a good mind to call your mother right now. What do you think about that?” She tried to appear angry.

“Well, I guess you should call her.”

“What do you think she’ll say about this?”

The girl was plucking at a thread in the bedspread. Lisa could see she was ashamed at being caught, but not afraid. What was going on here?

“I suppose she’ll be angry I was caught doing that.”

Lisa looked at Jenny, who was looking at Tammy. Feeling Lisa’s eyes on her, she looked at Aunt Lisa and shrugged slightly, with an “I don’t know either” look on her face. Even little Jenny could see this was not the way it was supposed to go.

“You mean she’s caught you before?” asked Lisa. This was not necessarily good news. If she’d been caught before, the news she’d been caught again wasn’t so unsettling to Tammy. Their little plan was unraveling as surely as the thread on the bedspread that Tammy was plucking was.

“Not exactly,” said Tammy.

Huh? What was going on here anyway? “Then what exactly?” Lisa asked, sounding more confused than angry.

“You’ve got to promise you won’t tell. I could get in tons of trouble!”

Now this was confusing. A minute ago, she didn’t seem to mind if Lisa called Cheryl to tell her. Now Tammy was afraid she would. This was making no sense. None at all. She sat on the corner of the bed. Looking at Tammy, she noticed the cream from Jenny’s pussy on her lips. She wanted so much to lean over and kiss all the juices there off those precious lips. To put this beautiful, sexy child’s mind at ease. But first she had to get to the bottom of this. She was obviously missing something here.

In a gentle tone she asked, “Honey, what are you talking about? First you don’t seem to mind if I tell her what you were doing then you do? I don’t get it.” She looked at Jenny who was even more confused than she was, if that was possible.

“That’s not the part you can’t tell,” said Tammy. And the tears finally came. “She’ll only be angry that I got caught. It’s the other you can’t tell. Not to anyone!”

“What other?” she asked so tenderly that Tammy looked into her eyes for the first time since she’d walked in and caught them.

“You promise you won’t tell?”

She’d promise anything to get to the bottom of this. “Yes, hon. I promise.”

The young girl took a deep breath, let it out and said, “Mom didn’t catch me with another girl. She taught me.”

For a split second the meaning of the words didn’t register in her mind. Then Lisa’s heart began to pound.

“You mean your mother…?”

Tammy nodded. “You can’t tell her that I told. She could go to prison or something! Please!”

Lisa looked at the girl. “Don’t worry, baby. Nobody’s going to prison.”

Finally Jenny spoke. “I thought you seemed a bit experienced with this.”

“You can’t tell either, okay? My mom would just die if she thought someone knew!”

“What about your little sister? What about Emily?” asked Lisa.

“She’s teaching her too. Mom says mothers should teach their daughters about sex rather than some boy in the backseat of some car on a lonely road.

Lisa, meanwhile, was picturing Cheryl. Beautiful, gorgeous Cheryl. She was one of the sexiest women Lisa knew. Cheryl? With her two young daughters in bed? The image sent shivers of lust down her spine and straight to her needful pussy.

“I need to ask you one thing, and I need an honest answer. But first let me tell you that I won’t call the police or anything like that, okay? And I won’t think bad of you OR your mom. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Tammy said, relief washing over her features. She smiled for the first time since Lisa had come into the room. “What do you want to ask?”

“Do you like it when your mom does these things to you? Or do you wish she wouldn’t?”

“You won’t think I’m a slut or something?”

“No, baby. I won’t, and neither will Jenny, I promise.”

“Of course not. You’re my best friend!” added Jenny.

“I love what she does. Sometimes I can’t wait for her to come to my room. She is a wonderful teacher. And she’s very tender with me. Even when she spanks me, she knows she’s doing it for my pleasure. I like to be spanked, you see.” The girl blushed a deep crimson.

“And what about Emily? Does she like it too?”

“Oh, yes. Sometimes she will get horny and come into my room to sleep with me. We do stuff together too.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“As long as I can remember. She started with Emily when she was only four.”

Then Tammy looked uncomfortable and sad. “But I guess you want me to go home now. I’m sorry for what I did with Jenny. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. It`s just that I wanted her so much.”

Lisa held out her arms. A plan was forming in her mind. A most wonderful plan. Tammy moved into her arms, ignoring her own nudity, unashamed of it. “Oh, sweetie, you didn’t hurt anyone. Not at all. And you don’t need to go home either. In fact, Jenny and I have a confession of our own. But you must promise not to be mad at us if we tell you.”

“How could I be mad at you? You are both so wonderful,” she said, her head clasped between Lisa’s breasts so that her voice was slightly muffled.

“You might not think so after we tell you,” Lisa answered.

Tammy looked up into Lisa’s eyes. “What is it?”

Lisa looked at Jenny and back to Tammy.

“Well, honey, we sort of set this thing up, my catching you two together. I’m sorry. But, well, you see, I am Jenny’s teacher. You know, like your mom is your teacher.”

Tammy looked up at Lisa, her eyes growing large. Now it was her turn to be shocked.

“Are you mad?” asked Jenny. “Please don’t be. We just wanted to include you in our fun, that’s all.”

Tammy looked at Jenny. A tear rolled down her cheek as she leaned forward. The two young girls, barely entering their teen years, kissed passionately. Jenny’s hand went to Tammy’s breast and began to knead the warm, pliant flesh of her softball-sized titties.

When the kiss broke, Tammy looked at Lisa. Her eyes were a sparkling blue. Love, lust, and passion were in those eyes. Lisa leaned down and kissed her, the thought that Cheryl had kissed these same full lips entering her mind.

“Let me get this gown off.”

She stood and pulled the gown over her head and hooked her thumbs into her panties’ elastic waistband and pulled them down. She stood before the two young girls, each eating her up with their eyes. She joined them on the bed.

Immediately, Tammy and Jenny pushed Lisa onto her back and began sucking her large titties. They mouthed the globes and sucked on the nipples eagerly like twin starving babies at their mother’s breast. Lisa watched in utter joy as the two pretty girls made love to her boobs.

“Finger me,” she said, and the girls obeyed happily. Their hands moved down to her steaming pussy and began to manipulate the folds. Tammy, more experienced, sought her vagina, entering its molten depths with her index and middle fingers. Yes, thought Lisa, she has certainly done this before. She curled her fingers up to press her G-spot and began to massage it. Jenny, meanwhile was rubbing her clit.

Lisa was going wild with the eroticism of the moment. Her own hands cupped Tammy’s small boobs and Jenny’s protruding nipples, squeezing them rhythmically. She was suddenly longing to get her hands on their little pussies. Because she had already tasted Jenny’s little cunny, she found her mouth watering for Tammy’s.

Lisa was beginning to feel the first stages of her impending climax and wanted it to arrive with little Jenny’s mouth glued to her clit. “Let’s form a chain,” she said between breaths.

Lisa instructed them on what to do, telling Tammy to lay on her left side and start eating Jenny’s pussy, while she would position herself to lick Tammy’s and then Jenny could eat hers. For a moment, Tammy protested, saying she wanted to lick Lisa’s pussy, but then Lisa told Tammy that she wanted especially to lick her pussy, since she’d not done it before and would consider it an honor to do so.

Tammy smiled at that and positioned herself to make love to Jenny’s smaller cunny.

Lisa lay on her side and presented her pussy to Jenny while staring into the froth covered lips of Tammy’s young pussy. The downy brown hair lay in small wet bunches against her soft mound of flesh. The clit poked out as if reaching for Lisa’s mouth, lips, and tongue. She put her mouth against the warm, sticky lips and began to suck softly on the clit. At the same time, she reached up and smacked the little girl on her bottom. She giggled her delight, muffling the sound in Jenny’s pussy.

Jenny, meanwhile, was devouring her aunt’s much larger pussy. She loved its taste and the wetness that was there on every inch of the delightful pussy lips. Lisa stopped licking Tammy long enough to tell Jenny to put a finger in her asshole.

Jenny hesitated, but apparently, the mention of it had given Tammy ideas as well. Jenny felt a wet finger slide into her own ass. The invasion caused unbelievable sensations to wash throughout her pussy and ass. Knowing it felt this good, she plunged a wet finger into Aunt Lisa’s bum as well.

“Mine, too,” said Tammy urgently, squirming her ass around to show her need.

Lisa wet her index finger in the juices of Tammy’s sopping pussy and placed the tip against her asshole. Pushing slightly, she watched as the finger was devoured by the hole. From Tammy’s reaction, Lisa could tell she loved this.

The three females, one twenty-nine and the others twelve and thirteen, were in a state of pure bliss. They licked and sucked, plunged fingers into their partner’s assholes and were truly going mad with passion. Lisa was in pure ecstasy. Her cunt was on fire, the moisture that her vagina secreted only serving to add to the flames of her desire like gasoline poured on an inferno.

Tammy came first. Her hips bucked wildly, pressing her cunny into Lisa’s mouth one second and impaling her beautiful ass on her finger the next. Her climax seemed to last forever.

As it began to subside, Lisa began her own journey into her orgasm. She, too, pounded her pussy into Tammy’s lips and tongue. She screamed her orgasm out as Jenny licked and sucked her pussy. Spasms rocked her body like shockwaves following an earthquake.

She sat up and watched Tammy continue to work on Jenny’s little pussy. She had already come several times that day, and that included the rather strong crests of orgasmic waves by the pool. She knew that it would take more stimulation for the pussy to reach her third orgasm of the day.

Rising from the bed, she moved to where she could get to the young girl’s budding titties. Leaning over, she covered the right one with her mouth and sucked while her right hand began to smack the little girl’s ass, making it jiggle and shake against the intruding finger that Tammy was still using to fuck her asshole.

That was all that was needed. Jenny began to moan, scream, squeal, and rock with the orgasm that hit her like a freight train.

“OH GOD!! I’M COMING! I’M COMING! I’M COMING! OH, FUCK ME!”

It was the first time Lisa had heard her little twelve-year-old niece cuss. Hearing such words come out of that precious mouth now made her even more excited for some reason.

She continued to spasm, as did they all after their individual orgasms, as they lay on the cum and sweat soaked bed. Calm now, Lisa could smell it as the perfume of their mingled pussies filled the room.

“I think you girls are going to have to sleep with me tonight,” she said.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” Jenny answered as Tammy giggled.

“But there are two things we must do first. One is take a shower.”

“And the other?” asked Tammy.

“Call your mother and invite her and Emily over,” answered Lisa. Tammy’s mouth dropped open then curled into a smile, a most delicious smile.

Continue on to Chapter 4

The Pool and the Roller Coaster

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

Lisa took Jenny by the hand and went to the sliding glass doors that led to the pool area behind the house. She looked at her young niece and openly admired her young, firm twelve-year-old’s body. Her small titties were budding from the former flatness of her chest, and the sparse pubic hair was a light thatch of silk that barely showed on her soft mound. She noticed, too, how young Jenny brazenly stared at her own physical attributes. They had just finished shaving Lisa’s pubes, so they shown cleanly in the sunlight that warmed the pool. They had also decided that whatever felt good they should do so long as it hurt no one. And that included masturbating whenever the urge struck. Lisa had masturbated just ten minutes ago in her bathroom while Jenny had listened in secretly, before confessing to having done so. And while helping Lisa shave her smooth mound, Jenny had touched herself occasionally but had yet to reach an orgasm. She had promised herself (and Lisa) that she intended to take care of that problem very soon. As they reached the pool, Lisa thought to herself how wonderful this summer alone with Jenny was going to be.

Breaking her hand away from Lisa’s, Jenny suddenly dashed for the pool. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she shouted, plunging into the warm water. She came up for air after swimming a few strokes underwater.

Lisa admired how smoothly the young girl moved through the water. Her mouth became as wet as the pool itself thinking about tasting the young girl’s pussy. She would do that soon, she promised herself.

“You swim for a while, hon. I am going to sunbathe for a bit and watch you.”

“Okee-dokee!” she squealed and swam across the water’s surface to the edge of the pool. She happened to stop right where the pool’s filtration system jetted water into the pool underneath the water’s surface.

Lisa was quite familiar with that little pleasure as well. She had discovered that pools were great for masturbating when she was very young, even before she knew what masturbation was. She remembered being only about six or seven. She had chosen to relax in their own pool at just such a spot. Looking back on it now, her parents had to know what was going on. She recalled the look her mom would give her at those times. She recognized it now as one of questioning, wondering if what she was seeing was what it seemed to be. As she grew older and showed that she liked that spot in the pool more than others, her mother must have certainly realized her young daughter was masturbating. She could even remember reaching an orgasm that way. She even did it at a public pool once or twice.

Now she noticed little Jenny had found the same spot. The fact that the child had made a beeline to the very spot that would masturbate her little pussy told Lisa that she had done this before. Lisa watched Jenny as she positioned her nearly bald pussy in front of the forceful column of water. Water swelled up her belly and chest, making a rippling series of waves that billowed from her tiny titties. The ecstatic look on Jenny’s face told Lisa that her niece was indeed getting the jet of water focused on just the right spot.

Lisa took one of the reclining deck chairs and moved it to an area right next to where little Jenny was masturbating herself with the pool’s filtering system. As she sat, Jenny’s eyes fluttered open for a moment to look at Lisa’s body. Then the sensations must have become intensely satisfying, as Jenny`s eyes went back to half-mast. Her breathing was becoming irregular.

Jenny had known immediately where she was going when she jumped into the pool. She had known about the gushing jet of water since her early childhood.

She keenly felt the jet of water as it made its contact with her naked pussy. Jenny had actually been skinny dipping only once before, and the thrill of it had made her want to do it again. There was no greater sense of freedom than darting through the water naked and unashamed. She leaned up to the edge of the pool and put both arms onto the side edge to hold her in place. She luxuriated in the feel of the water bubbling up from her tender pussy and spreading from her body in waves.

She directed the spray at her most tender spot and held herself there. The water beat unceasingly against her mound, stimulating her clitoris and making her silently beg for more. She adjusted her body to bring her pussy closer to the water stream. Her pussy was beginning to hum with pleasure.

She opened her eyes momentarily to look at the naked sight of Aunt Lisa as she arranged herself on the deck chair. It was a reclining model, with a heavy cloth material stretched around the frame of the chair. Aunt Lisa was staring at her, her mouth partially open. In an almost surreal moment of what appeared to be slow motion, she watched as Aunt Lisa’s tongue undulated slightly, unconsciously, behind the parted lips. For a moment, Jenny imagined that the water on her bare pussy was Aunt Lisa’s tongue. The idea was excruciatingly pleasurable to her aching mound. She had needed to reach an orgasm for over almost three hours now, ever since she had first seen Aunt Lisa at the airport when she’d picked her up, and the mental image of Aunt Lisa’s face between her thighs was certainly helping to increase her need.

Not that she’d ever had anyone eat her pussy before, but she had read about it. Her own dad (or was it her mom?) had a collection of erotic novels that would rival anyone’s. And she had made use of the books she found there. So while she had never experienced having her pussy bathed by someone’s tongue, she was certainly aware it happened. And she also knew it was one of the things girls did to each other. At least they did in the novels she’d found in her parents’ study. Many times she’d masturbated while reading of these women and even young girls licking each other’s pussies. She knew that actually experiencing the thrill of having her pussy eaten was almost surely going to happen, and probably sooner rather than later.

Jenny watched Aunt Lisa, admiring her naked beauty and utter sensuality with half-closed eyes as she felt the orgasm that had been waiting to escape her tender young body begin to approach. Her breathing was becoming more labored. She could hear her breath as it labored in and out of her lungs through her nostrils. Suddenly she could feel the tickle that signaled the oncoming orgasm surge from deep within her youthful pussy. It was this moment, this rushing, overwhelming, almost unbearable moment of hanging on the edge of orgasm that she loved most of all. She felt her young body step to the precipice of the moment and dangle there, savoring the free-fall that was to come and then… then… t…h…e…n… the orgasm washed over her in a blissful wave. Centered in her pussy, it pounded from deep within her body, rushing outward in waves of pleasure, and wracking her petite child’s body with orgasmic convulsions of ecstasy. She gasped moans into the air around her. Whimpers of pure joy escaped her tender lips. The orgasm was one of the best she’d ever experienced. She thought for a moment she was going to faint.

As the tremors passed, she opened her eyes once again to see Aunt Lisa looking at her, slack-jawed with lust. The desire in her eyes filled Jenny with love and a previously unacknowledged passion for her aunt. She had desired her, but never like this. And looking into her aunt’s beautiful eyes, she knew that these lustful feelings were mutual.

They were both glassy-eyed. Jenny from the force of her recent orgasmic display for her aunt, and Lisa from the force of her utter longing for this young child, her niece. Her niece whom she’d held as a baby, whose diaper she’d changed, whom she had cuddled and kissed and cooed over. This child who would be a woman one day. She remembered the times she had been alone with her niece. Now she recognized the early signs of desire. She’d masturbated more than once after bathing Jenny and putting her down for a nap. Lisa realized with a jolt that she’d always longed for her to grow up so they could experience each other in ways that most of the world thought was taboo. This sudden knowledge brought tears to her eyes.

Jenny saw these tears and got out of the pool.

“What’s the matter?” Jenny was afraid Aunt Lisa was going to decide that this was wrong somehow. That it must stop immediately. She feared that her sudden joy at having the freedom to be who she was, an erotically charged child, was going to end. What happened, though, was not what she’d expected.

“I just love you. That’s all,” Aunt Lisa said. Her voice caught in her throat as she spoke. “And I never realized how much until right now.”

Jenny stepped closer to her and Lisa reached for her naked young body. Pulling it close Lisa whispered, “Do you know what I am planning to do with you? Do you understand the longing I have for you?”

Jenny buried her face into Aunt Lisa’s neck. “Yes. I want you to do all these things. I have wanted it for a year now.”

Lisa gasped slightly and held Jenny away from her body at arm’s length to look into her eyes. “You’ve wanted to do sex things with me for a year?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Jenny nodded, her eyes cast down.

“Ever since I was under the bed when you and Uncle Greg had sex in my room one afternoon when you were visiting.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. “You were under the bed?” She remembered the incident. They had thought they were alone, of course. Now, she realized they had had company. “You heard everything we did and said?”

Jenny burst out, “You aren’t mad at me, are you? I didn’t mean to be in the room when you two came in. But you did and I didn’t know where to hide so I got under the bed. You and Uncle Greg were talking about you and a woman doing stuff together and it got me thinking about you like that. I was so horny I masturbated to the thoughts of you up on my bed above me with Uncle Greg putting his thing inside you.”

“No, honey. I’m not mad. You mean you were masturbating under the bed while Greg and I…?” Jenny nodded, suddenly wishing this hadn’t come out.

“Are you really not mad?”

“I’m really, really not mad, Jen. Not at all.” She pulled the little girl to her and felt her naked body respond to the touch of Jenny’s nudity.

“But honey, why didn’t you just say, `Excuse me’ and leave when we came in. Why go to the trouble of hiding from us?”

Jenny looked at Aunt Lisa. “Do you promise not to get mad?”

“Okay. I promise not to get mad. Why didn’t you just leave when we came in?”

“I was snooping through your stuff to see if there were any sexy things to read or look at. Daddy has those and I thought maybe you and Uncle Greg would have some of that stuff for me to read or something. You know, something new for me to read… or something.”

Lisa remembered doing the same kinds of things. Snooping through the drawers of the families she babysat for, rummaging through closets at friends` houses, always careful to make it look undisturbed. She vaguely recalled noticing some things in their bags looking mussed when they’d started unpacking.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?”

“Yes, I am sure I’m not mad. I used to do that stuff too, you know.”

Here was the second revelation that day that had surprised Jenny. The first was her open admission to masturbation and now this one, that she’d snooped through people’s stuff. “I get the feeling we’re a lot alike,” she said, and Lisa clasped the naked twelve-year-old to her and hugged her tightly, feeling the skin as it touched and noticing the stiffness of her niece’s nipples as they air dried. Jenny returned the hug ardently and scooted her body into Aunt Lisa’s lap. Lisa accepted her niece’s overture of almost childish intimacy.

They held each other like that for several minutes. Then Lisa was kissing Jenny`s soft neck and shoulders, savoring her niece’s taut skin. Tasting the pool water only to find that it increased her thirst rather than quenched it. Lisa knew the only thing that would quench that thirst. Her hand began to massage Jenny’s ribcage, moving delicately over the small A-cup titties, tweaking the nipples, rubbing her muscular abdomen.

After several moments of these touches, her fingers began to move toward their final target. Finally, they reached her tender pussy lips. The index and middle fingers of her right hand parted the delicate folds of her virgin pussy, grazing the tender clitoris on their way into the soft inner lips. Immediately, Lisa’s fingers were drenched in Jenny’s fluids. The unusually sticky lubricant flowed from her vagina and coated Lisa’s hand. The milky substance was warm to the touch, and its lustful scent was as stimulating as an expensive perfume. Lisa’s fingers moved expertly around the flooding pussy, bringing intense pleasure to the girl who only moments ago had experienced one of her young life’s most forceful orgasms. Hers became the first fingers other than Jenny’s to explore her most tender regions. Gently, she pushed deeper into the secret folds of Jenny’s velvet soft pussy until her finger found the entrance to the fountain that was releasing all these juices. Pushing slightly, her finger disappeared into the fleshy hole of her vagina.

Jenny sucked her breath in as the finger entered her. She had used a tampon for several months, so there was no pain or discomfort when the finger had entered her. Now the experienced digit was moving in and out of her pussy, delving deeper into the center of her being. Her clit was already beginning to throb.

Being careful not to break the contact with her pussy, she scooted down to where she could begin to kiss, suck, and nibble Aunt Lisa’s wonderful titties. The globes were firm, not limp and sagging. Lisa had taken good care of herself and her breasts were no exception. Jenny was in heaven. She made love to Aunt Lisa’s boobs while Lisa fingered her fiery pussy.

After a moment, Jenny began to feel the beginnings of another orgasm approaching. That was the way with her, and she wondered if Aunt Lisa was the same. Once she had achieved an orgasm, if she was kept aroused, she could have several more in quick succession. She had read about women who were multi-orgasmic, but she had never matched the term with her own situation. As the next wave of orgasm washed over her, she suddenly understood, especially when the orgasm crested, calmed momentarily, and built immediately back to a building crescendo of another orgasm. She squirmed and squealed in delight as she rode a roller coaster of orgasms. Each one was more powerful than the last. It was as if she were going up taller and taller hills, cresting anew before plunging down and starting the journey up the next taller and steeper hill. The journeys were pure joy and she wanted them to last forever. With each new cresting wave she would moan and squeal louder and louder. Her hips would buck involuntarily, pushing her pussy into Aunt Lisa’s hand, impaling herself on her fingers.

Meanwhile, Lisa was nearly cumming without even being touched beyond the attention Jenny was paying to her breasts. She’d always had sensitive titties, and her nipples seemed to have a direct line to her clit. But she’d never gotten this excited just from having them sucked. She was bucking her own hips in a counter-rhythm to Jenny’s movements. The only contact with that area, though, was Jenny’s shapely little ass, which was grinding itself into her lap while her aunt’s fingers managed to bring her to torrential orgasms. Lisa’s pussy was a burning pit. She could feel Jenny’s ass in her lap and the abandoned excitement of her niece’s jerking pussy. Jenny’s mouth was glued to her right breast, licking and sucking it eagerly. Lisa remembered when Jenny was a baby and she would care for her when she was only seventeen or eighteen. She had wondered what it felt like to have a baby suckle her breast. She had offered Jenny her own breasts one day to see how it felt. She’d been surprised how sexual it felt. She had no milk to give, but Jenny seemed to enjoy sucking her boobs anyway. Not like this, of course, but the memory flooded back, giving her an unusual sense of déjà vu.

Suddenly, her own orgasm was building with surprising speed. It came upon her almost without warning. One second she was at a pinnacle of sexual ecstasy; the next she was crashing over the wall into a most powerful orgasm.

They each rode the climax to its conclusion. But to Lisa’s pleasant surprise, Jenny did not seem to be through quite yet. Lisa knew what to do about that.

“Move for a second, hon,” she told her young niece. Jenny shifted, and Lisa stood up on wobbly legs. “Move into the chair and dangle your feet on each side of the leg area of the seat.” She looked down at the result. Jenny was spread for her in the outdoor recliner, ready for whatever came next. Jenny reached down and continued to massage her little clit, refusing to give up her roller coaster ride just yet. She crested again and Lisa was on her knees in front of the child, bending herself over the prone little girl and placing her mouth at her succulent pussy. She dived in, rubbing her tongue on the clit and bringing Jenny an almost instant orgasmic crest.

Jenny tasted wonderful. At that moment, her cream was better than anything Lisa had ever tasted before. Jenny’s clit was positively vibrating with the intensity of her orgasms. Her vaginal walls were pulsing rhythmically, contracting with the waves that overtook her young, preteen body. Had she been able to think clearly enough to form a thought, she would have gladly accepted death right then.

Suddenly, Jenny could feel a sudden shifting in her body’s metabolism. Instead of a short bursting climb to the next cresting hill of orgasm, her body began a slow, methodic ascent instead. She was vaguely aware of this and waited with anticipation for what came next although she wasn’t sure what that was. All she knew was that she would enjoy it. Immensely.

As the next cresting climax built, she let herself go entirely. Her body became a mass of orgasmic fiber. Each cell in her body seemed to be riding this wave to its massive conclusion. She both tensed and relaxed awaiting the coming bodily explosion.

Then what happened was more than she ever thought could happen. Her body seemed to scream. Not her voice only, although that did do its share of screaming. It seemed that every cell was acutely aware of every sensation that flowed over her. Her body and mind erupted into such a massive orgasm that she nearly passed out. In fact she may have momentarily lost her senses. She wasn’t sure. Her hips bucked so much that Lisa had difficulty staying with her. She screamed so loud, Lisa was afraid the neighbors would hear and investigate. And they were nearly a quarter mile away. Lisa came as she’d never come before. A torrent of physical and mental bliss washed over her like a plunge into a warm ocean.

She didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘nirvana’, but if it had been explained to her, she’d have understood it perfectly.

Finally, after the orgasmic volcano had settled into the afterglow, she opened her eyes a little and looked at Aunt Lisa, who was sitting next to the chair, her bare ass against the pavement that wound around the pool. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was, “Wow.”

“I think I’m going to go for a little swim to revive my senses back to normal,” said Aunt Lisa. “You wanna join me or just relax in the chair?”

Jenny looked into her eyes. “I love you,” was all she said and fell instantly asleep.

Lisa kissed her sleeping niece. “I love you, too, honey-bunch. I love you too.” Then she slipped into the pool to replenish herself.

Continue on to Chapter 3