Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Kinkychic

Bill was to walk Antoinette home, as he had walked with me when I was a novice. Chantelle gave her a basket of food to take along, and when the girl was safely out the door, poured me a glass of champagne.

I was about to report on my first encounter with our new apprentice, but Chantelle spoke first. “That was so sweet, Francine,” she said. “I can see that she will fit in well.”

“How … how do you know?” I stammered.

“The years you’ve been here, and you don’t know? I can see in every room if I want to. I seldom look but this was different. I wanted to see. I wanted to see how you would do, and whether Antoinette would be suitable or not.”

“But how?” was all I could manage.

“There is a narrow passageway from my room to every other – courtesy of our Spanish host, who designed the place. You should study the large picture in your room.”

“I guess I understand with Antoinette, but why would you be that bothered at how I would do?”

“I have a surprise for you – if you want it, that is. I have respected your wishes when it comes to men, and I know that you’ll never change. I told you that you were getting too old for some of the ladies, although there are still those that love you. Soon you will be sixteen. I trust you and I love you as if you were my own daughter.” She paused to pour herself some wine.

I could not begin to imagine where she was going with this.

“You are my confidante already,” she said, “But I want you to become my assistant. Of course, it will mean longer hours some days, and some evenings. But I would like to be able to take a bit of time off. You would get a wage besides what you bring in yourself. What do you think?”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “Chantelle, I’m shocked. Do you really believe I could manage? And what of the older girls? Won’t it upset some of them? I mean, I’m still so young.”

“I wouldn’t have offered you the position if I didn’t think you could manage. Of course you could. As for the girls – well, they come and go. Only one or two have been here longer than you, and they won’t be bothered. There’s only one who I think will object, and I’ve been thinking of dismissing her anyway. I don’t much care for her attitude at times.”

“Davina,” I said.

“There, you see? You’re wiser than you think. Don’t forget that Bill will always be here to help you if you need it. Now tell me, or would you prefer some time to think about it?”

I jumped up and flung my arms around her. “Oh Chantelle, you don’t know how proud you’ve made me. Of course, I don’t need time to think. I’d be honoured to take the position, and I thank you for your faith in me. I do wonder what Mother will say.”

Chantelle laughed. “Oh, I’ve already consulted her. She’s as delighted as you are.”

We clinked glasses. “A prosperous future then, you and I, Francine,” she said.

I returned home on my own. Bill was still off with Antoinette, but the streets had seemed safer of late. I guessed it was the American administration that had improved things. And of course, we lived closer now to the Palacio.

It was true what Chantelle had said: my mother was indeed happy for me. She saw it as my chance to build some security into my life. Veronica was just as pleased for me, but she asked quite a few questions about Antoinette. I sensed that she was worried, and perhaps jealous.

“Veronica, my love, you have no need to worry,” I said. “She’s a sweet little thing, and I think she will fit in. I’m teaching her, but that’s all there is to it, and it’s all there will be, so please don’t be silly.” But I felt a twinge of guilt as I spoke. Antoinette had indeed touched my heart. She was so delightfully naïve, and now Veronica’s words showed me the danger of entangling my work with my emotions.

She looked contrite. “I’m sorry Frances, I should have known better. I just thought of how I saw you when we were the same ages as you and she are now. It was stupid of me.”

When I got to the Palacio the next morning, the first thing I did was to check the painting in my room. At first, I saw nothing, but then, feeling with my hands, I found it. The girl in the picture was quite naked, standing with a parasol in her hand. And there it was – a hole in the black knob at the tip of the ferrule that  was almost invisible until you knew it was there.

Antoinette arrived looking fresh and bubbly. I asked her whether she wanted to walk for a bit, but she shook her head. “I want to go straight to your room. I want you to show me what to do.” Then she lowered her voice, as if afraid someone would hear, and spoke with some urgency: “And I want to come again!”

Well, she certainly seemed to have overcome her shyness. When I suggested we undress, she didn’t hesitate, and she watched my every move. I did not tease her at all, and soon I stood naked before her, inviting her gaze. It was much the same for me. I had felt her beneath her clothes, but I had not yet seen all of her. I found that she was everything I could have hoped for.

Yes, she was young, but her figure had begun to develop – soft curves, well-shaped legs, a pleasantly muscled stomach, and beautiful little breasts with slight pink puffs about the nipples. Her mound was quite pronounced, and adorned with a light sprinkling of blonde hair. Lastly, her pussy – the tightest little slit I had ever seen. No wonder I’d had to keep to one finger when I’d fucked her.

As for myself, I was becoming quite the mature young woman. Many would say my body had achieved the perfect balance between girlishness and adulthood. Nor was this conceit on my part. My profession demanded beauty, and I was fortunate to have it.

I opened my arms to her. “Come here,” I said, and she ran to my embrace. For a while we kissed, pressing our naked flesh together, and I soon found how much she had retained from the previous day.

I dropped my hands to her ass, giving each cheek a soft caress. She clutched at mine in return, and I knew it must be the first time she had ever touched another’s behind. I moved my mouth to her ear. “Be gentle, my sweet,” I whispered. “Urgency comes later.”

She did as I instructed. Her touch became lighter and more pleasant. She began to mirror my movements as I cupped and slightly separated her cheeks. When I slipped a finger gingerly into her crack, she did the same for me. She hesitated when I reached her little rosebud, but not for long. In a moment, her finger was tickling my bumhole. She even pressed when I did.

Both of us had begun to breathe harder. “Shall we go to the bed?” I suggested.

I lay on my back and pulled her alongside. “Prop yourself up with your elbow – yes like that. Now you can see and explore, use your fingers to find where my body responds. Touch me, and when you’re ready, then use your lips and your tongue. Your aim is to drive me mad with your teasing, to make me want you.”

The tiny smile on her face told me she was now completely willing. She had begun a journey of discovery that she eagerly wished to embrace. Her mind was in the right place – but could her skills fulfil her intentions?

Her tongue just showed between her lips as her fingers began to stroke me. Remembering what I had done to her, she began at my neck with beautiful, soft touches that never quite relented. My breasts anticipated her caress, but I resisted the urge to guide her. She must discover the secret for herself.

I involuntarily closed my eyes when her hand covered my breast. She squeezed gently, and my nipples stood to attention. I felt her breath on my neck, followed by the caress of her lips. They worked their way down until they joined her hand. Quick pecks followed, all over my bosom. Her teasing was perfect – it seemed an age before her lips encircled a nipple. She sucked before I felt her tongue flicking me.

My stomach clenched when her hand went lower, her fingers barely touching as they roamed about. I could feel my arousal increasing. It was becoming more difficult to let her play at her own pace.

The palm of her hand passed briefly over my mound, her fingers grazing my pussy lips. I jumped then, and almost started to reach for her. But she lifted her head. “Don’t move,” she said. “Allow me.”

She kissed my belly button, her tongue extended, wet and warm as it dipped inside.

She spread my lips carefully, her face close as she peered into me. She looked up at me but once – a quick glance before her focus returned to my pussy. Her finger went inside, and I clenched wholly at the contact. It stopped her for a second, but she continued as I relaxed.

My need had become desperate. Again I fought with myself, but even then, my hips lifted, bringing her deeper into me. The sensations grew more insistent. She knew to add a second finger before she slowly began to fuck me.

My eyes had screwed tightly closed once more, my hands clutched at my breasts, and I moaned softly as the pressure built within my body. With an effort, I forced it back. I must not climax. Not yet.

Her fingers groped the top of my pussy. She had remembered to search for my clit. Her first touch there sent shivers through me, and I jolted quite noticeably. She chuckled at that, clearly relishing her power over me. Then she was tweaking my clit, followed by a rub.

Suddenly, I could no longer hold back. She had achieved such total control over me that I was desperate to come.

“Now, Antoinette! Make me come! Fuck me harder! Please!”

She did as I entreated. My body spasmed, and I shuddered more violently than I had in some time – even with my beloved Veronica.

Antoinette lay between my legs, her fingers still inside me. Reaching for her, I drew up beside me and took her fingers into my mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise as I licked my juice from her hand. I saved a little, however, and put one finger to her own mouth. “Taste me,” I said. “I think you’ll like it.”

She sucked tentatively, then smiled. “Ooh, that’s nice.”

“That’s nothing, my sweet. You just wait. Now give me a kiss.”

Although I wanted to rest for a bit, I knew that she was aroused and needed my attention. “Are you ready for your next lesson? I think you might be surprised.”

She nodded her head, and the look on her face told me everything. Not only did she want to be taught, she needed to be.

I began by reciprocating what she had done to me, but this time, when I kissed her mound, I carried on down, licking her slit. A look of shock came to her face as my tongue traversed the length of her pussy.

She went on staring as my fingers pulled her open and my tongue went deep. Then I drew my tongue along her opening, and her expression changed to one of sheer pleasure when I reached her clit. I thought she would come right then, she was so wet with arousal, but her slender hips began to rotate beneath my tongue, and her hands took hold of my hair.

I used all of my little tricks, dipping a finger into her pussy and then sliding into her crack, teasing her rosebud, even pushing inside a little way before returning to her pussy. Inside her pussy, I found her pee hole and tickled her there, my tongue never slowing on her clit.

Soon, she was lifting her hips, arching her back and stiffening. And at last, after a long, delicious approach that made me envious of her self-mastery, she came. She emitted a desperate screech, calling my name just as I was splashed in the face. She was squirting on my throat and breast. I wanted to drink it up, but I would not leave her clit. I was determined to keep her going, to break down every vestige of her control, her very identity. And in this I was victorious: I impelled her to three climaxes, each louder and more potent than the last, before leaving her in an incoherent, semi-conscious state. She collapsed into the bed.

Softly, I licked her pussy dry. Not that it mattered, as the bed was soaked. I crawled up alongside her again and kissed her cheek and her forehead, all the while whispering to her how wonderful she had been, though, truly, I was much more pleased with myself.

When she finally opened her eyes, there was a questioning look. “I think I peed. How can that be?”

I just smiled at her. “I thought you would, so I forced you. You had no choice.”

“You wanted me to pee?”

“Mmm, ” I said, rubbing my jaw, which, I noticed, was aching.

“It’s strange,” she said, “but it is very naughty.”

“Some of your ladies will want that. Others won’t. A few will want to do it to you, and you must learn to accept it – even if you don’t like it. We’ll find out soon enough when I come on your face.”

She rested her head on my shoulder, her hand fondling my breast. “Francine, you’re a lovely teacher. I’m glad I have you to help me.”

“Oh yes, every minute of it. Do you mind? I won’t watch anymore if you say so.”

I laughed. “No, I don’t mind, I wouldn’t care if you were in the room with us. Hey now, that’s an idea. Would you like that?”

For the first time ever, I saw Chantelle blush. “You’d let me? God yes, I’d love that, Francine.”

I gave her my most wicked smile. “Well, you’d best keep tomorrow free then.”

***

Antoinette’s mother looked like a lady who had suffered. The lines on her face marred her looks, and I could see she was aged beyond her years.

She was shy before me, too, just as Antoinette had been. She seemed embarrassed but grateful as well, as she accepted the basket I had brought for her. I nodded at Antoinette to leave us, and suggested we go into the small garden. There was a somewhat rickety bench that creaked beneath our weight.

“I can see that you’re worried for your daughter,” I said. “I came to tell you that there’s no need. She’s safe, she’s well liked, and she’ll be well looked-after. She is my protégé, and I shall take responsibility for her. She will come to no harm, that I promise you.”

She looked at me directly, carefully weighing her words. “You are still a child yourself, and yet I find you like an adult, and a clever one at that,” she said. “Annie thinks you are special. I see the high regard she has for you, but I told her to guard her feelings. I think you understand?”

“Yes, of course I understand. I already have a love in my life. I’m not looking for anyone else. I will guide her carefully, and teach her the difference between work and love.”

Some of her misgivings seemed to lift. Her face softened, and she smiled. “I only just met you, but you seem kind.  I feel a bit happier now, although I must say that this is not the life I would have chosen for her.”

I squeezed her hand. “She won’t be exposed to men at all, and the ladies she will see are all carefully chosen. They will not mistreat her in any way. That’s another promise.”

She cried softly, and I heard her whisper, “My little girl.”

I pulled her to me and embraced her. “If you want to come and see the Palacio, you have only to ask. You’ll be welcome.”

“No, I don’t think so,” she replied. “I can live with the knowledge. but I don’t want to see it. I mean no disrespect, but I hope you can understand.”

I told her I could, perfectly.  Then I told her that I would be taking Antoinette to get her some new clothes the next day and invited her to come with us. This time, she did say yes. She would like that.

Antoinette might have been in heaven as she gazed at the colourful fabrics on display at the shoppe of New Orleans’ most fashionable modiste. I selected three dresses for her to try. When she appeared in the first, looking at us apprehensively, her mother gasped. The cut suited her somewhat, but I felt it wasn’t quite right. I sent her to try the next one.

“It does seem to expose a bit too much for her age,” her mother said.

“Not enough, actually,” I replied. “That’s why I rejected that one.”

She was about to speak, but at that moment, Antoinette came back. This time, she looked stunning. The dress emphasised her waist, and the bodice squeezed her nascent titties together into an enticing, if shallow, cleavage.

I clapped my hands with delight. “Perfect! It makes you quite the desirable young lady. Now, all we need is a pair of slippers to make you taller, and some silky underthings.”

Her mother had a hand to her mouth. Again she turned to me. “It’s very revealing, but … if you say it’s right …”

They both blushed at the undergarments I chose. They blushed even more when I asked her to lift her skirts and show us. But she did show us, and she even smiled coquettishly as she did.

When she had gone back to change, her mother took my hand. “I think I’ve said goodbye to my little girl.”

With the new items safely wrapped, a beaming Antoinette and her mother went home. I told Antoinette I would see her at the Palacio in the morning, and she was to wear her new clothes.

Antoinette had never been in the salon, and today I took her in and introduced to the girls. They gave her a warm reception, as they did with every newcomer. I had expected the few raucous wolf-whistles would make Antoinette blush, but to the contrary, she lapped up every moment of it. She clearly felt at home.

Chantelle passed around the champagne, then left me to it as she sat to one side. It was comical for her to see Antoinette take her first drink of sparkling wine, just as it had been when she watched me take mine those few years ago.

Chantelle also took this opportunity to announce my new position. Davina had already gone, and so, again, the response was heartwarming. Everyone looked pleased and expressed their delight for me.

I led Antoinette to my room, and she looked quite startled when Chantelle followed. Tongue in cheek, I told her, “Your final examiner.” Chantelle sat in a corner, though I knew that we’d soon forget she was even there.

I invited Antoinette to sit on the bed.  “Today, I will show you how you should undress,” I told her. “Not always, but in most cases.” I gave her my most beguiling show, explaining the fine points of self-exposure as I proceeded.

Then it was her turn, and she did not disappoint me. Indeed, I was beyond astonished. Where was the girl who had been so shy only a few days ago? She was confident, knowing, and I could not help but feel my arousal mounting. A glance at Chantelle assured me she felt the same.

Antoinette stood before me, naked, awaiting my approval with a slightly apprehensive look. “Come here, you little beast,” I said, and I pulled her with me into the centre of the bed. We kissed and our hands wandered, giving each other wonderful little caresses.

“Are you ready for some fun, something very different?”

“Whatever you say, Francine. Just tell me.”

But I did not tell her. Instead, I guided her to sit on my chest, facing toward my feet. She glanced over her shoulder at me, clearly puzzled, and I grasped her hips, pulled her pretty backside toward my face. Then I gave her back a gentle push until she was lying along my abdomen. Her hindquarters rose, and her pussy came to my mouth. At once, I licked at her slit. She had not yet tasted pussy, except for my juices on her finger. Would she understand? And would she be brave enough to follow?

Of course, I need not have worried. It was only seconds before I could feel her hair tickling my legs, and her warm breath at my centre. I opened her slit as I elbowed her legs further apart, allowing me easier access to her delights.

As I’d expected, I had forgotten Chantelle’s presence, but a rustle of clothes drew my attention. I managed a peek, and was delighted to see her skirts pulled up to her waist, her hand between her spread thighs. She watched us with an intensity I did not remember ever seeing in her before. The sight of her moving hand only served to increase my arousal.

Antoinette recaptured my attention. Her fingers played with my lips for a few moments before she eased them inside, her other fingers firmly exposing my clit. She paused in her movements, however, as my lips encircled her own clit, and I knew what was going through her mind. I willed with all my might: “Please Antoinette. Take that step.”

I had long been used to the feeling, and yet still I jolted when her lips touched my pussy. It always felt so very wonderful. I sucked her quite hard, and she did the same for me, and then we both lapped at each other. She was mirroring my movements exactly.

I set her a challenge. I put a finger to her rosy bumhole, teasing and tickling and getting it nice and wet with the juice from her pussy. She tried to emulate me, but found it difficult to penetrate the crack of my ass. It was a long few seconds before she struck upon the solution of lifting my legs, passing her arms through and tucking them back. Such a clever girl!

I expected her fingers there, but got her tongue instead, licking and tickling my tight hole. Her fingers remained at my clit. I eased a finger into her and was rewarded when she pushed back, taking my finger ever deeper into her burning ass.

She responded by pushing her tongue until it entered me. I had always loved that feeling – that first irruption into my ass – but this sensation was wholly new.  Somehow, Antoinette had succeeded without having first opened me with her fingers. I had learned long ago that I could come when my ass was fingered, but I had never climaxed with a tongue there.

I sucked her clit, I fucked her ass, and I knew that she was close.

I focussed my mind on her fingers. They went from my clit to deep within my pussy, then back again, as her tongue snaked into my rear.

Finally, she tickled my pee hole, and I knew what she expected – what she wanted.

It was almost time. I fucked her ass faster, rubbed her clit harder, and pressed my tongue further up her cunt. The motion of her fingers became more erratic, but she did not falter.

I let myself go, and in seconds my body shook with my release, and I spurted profusely. She came then, shaking violently and forcing herself down on me. Her own flood hit me harder than I expected. I was drowning, struggling to breathe and swallow, her pussy flush against my lips, her pee filling my mouth and nose.

I pushed her up, for I had to breathe, but still I was coming. I could have died then, drowned or suffocated, but I would only have traded one heaven for another. I came harder than I could remember. On and on it went, one orgasm flowing into another.

In the end, I collapsed, with Antoinette an inert object on top of me.

Chantelle’s voice came from directly above us. “My lovely girls, so beautiful, so very lovely,” she said. “Will you let me lie with you?” She stood naked beside the bed, and her body was as inviting as the day she had first disrobed in my presence. I raised my hand and guided her down.

She came alongside, and I spoke in her ear. “We’ve discovered an angel.”

“Francine, there are two angels here, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, watching them make love.”

I reached for her pussy but found Antoinette had arrived first. I placed my hand over hers, and we both pressed. Antoinette’s smile was wicked. She arched an eyebrow, and then we both lowered our heads, each of us taking a breast in her mouth.

Chantelle was soon in paradise. I had long been her favourite, but now she had another. Antoinette was almost exactly as I had been a few years ago. More forward, perhaps, and more desperate to please, but with the same zeal to learn.

Between us, we drove Chantelle wild, roving across her body, licking and sucking. One moment her breasts, then her ass, her pussy and clit. We rolled her over and loved her from every direction. We took it in turns to fuck her in every possible way.

When she started to come, my tongue was in her ass. Antoinette was sucking her clit, we both had fingers in her pussy, and our eyes were only inches apart.

She looked at me in triumph, knowing she had done well. I knew, too, that I had met my match. This girl was extraordinary, and she would earn us a fortune. Of that I was sure.

At last, we lay still, gasping and spent. No one needed to speak. What was there to say? Chantelle had never reached such heights of ecstasy, and Antoinette and I knew it had been a pinnacle of sexual congress.

She leaned across Chantelle’s body, and our lips met. Then she pulled back a little. “Did I give satisfaction?”

I stared at her, totally dumbfounded. One minute this girl had been so timid and afraid. Now – what? She was the most sexually voracious girl I had ever encountered, one whose skills were commensurate with the sort of experience she did not possess.

“What happened, Antoinette? How –?”

She laughed. “Yes, I was frightened. I did not want to be here – not truly, in my heart. But when you made love to me, I experienced something I could never have imagined. You gave me a pleasure I did not know was possible. I came alive, and I want more.”

Antoinette was an immediate success. Word of her youth, her beauty, and her forwardness soon spread among ladies of high standing, several of whom competed against for the right to lie with her first. This was not our way, in general, but the ladies were adamant. The winning bid was the highest sum ever paid to the Palacio for a one-to-one encounter.

I handed Antoinette a fistful of guineas, trying to mask my excitement. Astonishment showed on her face. “Is there some mistake? How much is here? It’s a fortune!”

“No, my sweet. There’s no mistake. Ten guineas and here are two more – your lagniappe from the lady.”

“But, Francine, twelve guineas! That’s more than my brother earns in a year. How can this be?”

“Don’t question it,” I told her. “Just enjoy it. You won’t get that much for one fuck again.”

Certainly, she did not, as this was an unheard of amount. But in a short time, she would command the highest fees ever seen at the Palacio. She would also earn the sobriquet I gave her the day I first ate her pussy. I had only meant to tease her with it, but her clients and her fellow whores all agreed it suited her. She became known as the Little Beast.

On to Chapter Seven!

Go here for a guide to the women and girls who populate “Sweet Poppy.” To get a thumbnail summary of the plot, please check out the Chapter Links.

by Joe Dornish

By the time our limousines made it back to Kiki’s and our pack of scantily-clad females emerged into the cool of the evening, we were in the giddiest mood imaginable, ready for anything to happen.

It didn’t take long for us to get started, either. “Off with that dress!” Mum told me as soon as the front door closed behind us.

“I would’ve taken it off in the limo,” I said, pausing to tug that sexy little black dress up and over my head,  “if the driver wasn’t a bloke.”

“Ooooh, too bad it wasn’t a lady driver! We could’ve all got undressed!” Lilly exclaimed.

“A sex party on wheels,” said Nicole, rolling her eyes heavenward. “Be still, my heart.”

Kiki nodded, wearing a wicked grin. “Now that’s an excellent idea. Next time, I’ll hire a limo with a lesbian behind the wheel, and we can fuck our way through London.” I liked the sound of that.

We were all given fresh drinks and spent a while just hanging out and chatting. Since we were celebrating my birthday, I was already the centre of attention, but being the only one in their underwear was a real thrill for me. I loved it when they looked at me with desire, especially the adults, and soon found myself doing a lot of teasing and flirting.

Mum had awakened me to the power of my sexuality, how it affects those around me. Now I was making full use of that power, hopefully getting everyone in the mood to fuck.

Kiki came over and whispered to me, “So, Poppy… we’ve got maybe forty-five minutes before our next little game. Ready to give your mum her big surprise?”

“Yes, please!” I said.

This was the one part of the evening I’d been allowed to plan. Since Mum was so incredibly turned on by little girls, I’d arranged for the four youngest in our group – Nicole’s daughter Evie, Chrissie’s five-year-old twins Lola and Lexi, and my little sister Lilly – to share a bed with her at the same time. They were all incredibly cute, they loved sex with older women, and Mum had been gasping for a chance to play with the twins. She’d never had it off with a girl that young before.

“Jolly good,” Kiki replied. “Give me a half a mo to gather up the little ones and spirit them away. When I give the signal, tap on your glass to get everyone’s attention. The girls will be in my room, naked and ready to play.”

Off she went and gathered up the girls, sneaking them away one by one. Naturally, Kiki had spoken to the girls and their mothers beforehand. The little ones were super excited to be in on this sexy surprise, while Chrissie and Nicole engaged Mum in conversation, so she didn’t notice that some of the girls had gone missing.

When I was ready to speak, I got up on a chair – first taking my heels off – and tapped my glass with a fork.

Mind you, I’d never been one for speaking to a group of people, even at school – so yeah, I did feel a bit jittery. Then it occurred to me: I’d fucked or been fucked by everyone there. That sort of took the edge off speaking to them in my knickers and a top you could practically see through. And before long, they’d see a lot more of me.

“I just wanted to say… thank you to everyone for making my day so special. And you look totally hot, all of you. This is the sexiest, best birthday ever!”  They all clapped and then I carried on. “Um, so I think Kiki and Henri should get a BIG round of applause setting all this up, and letting us use their beautiful home,”

Well, that nearly brought the roof down. Everyone cheered and went crazy, stomping their feet and yelling.

When it died down, I continued. “But I also want to give a massive thank you to the best mum in the world, who I love in every way possible.” I went over and kissed her. “Mum, you are awesome… and I couldn’t think of a better way of showing how much you mean to me than this.” I took her hand. “Come with me.”

I led my mother to Kiki’s bedroom, her hand in mine. I didn’t look back, but I knew that everyone was  following us. Somebody whispered, “What’s she up to?” I just grinned, picturing Mum’s response when she got her surprise.

When I opened the bedroom door, the four little ones were on the bed and waiting, big smiles on their faces and completely naked. When Mum saw them, she gasped and covered her mouth, then Lilly jumped up, ran over to where she stood and exclaimed, “Surprise, Mummy! We’re your gift from Poppy.”

Wrapping both arms around Lilly, Mum gave her a great big hug, “Oh, my precious, precious child. I love you so much.” Then she turned to me, her eyes smouldering with lust. “As for you…” She drew me into a rough, heated kiss that stole my breath away. “I’ll be thanking you properly later on.”

“I don’t know about that, Heather,” said Nicole, studying the girls. “You may not be able to walk by the time this lot is done with you!”

Glancing over towards the bed, I could see what she meant. Evie was practically bouncing where she sat, while the twins were looking at Mum as if she was a scrumptious dessert and they hadn’t tasted anything sweet in weeks.

“All right, ladies,” Kiki called, briskly clapping her hands, “let’s take this back to the living room so Heather can enjoy her surprise!”

We obligingly exited the bedroom. I looked back just as the door was closing, and smiled to see that Mum was already halfway out of her dress.

Henri sidled up to me as we made our way through the house. “That was a nice thing you did for your mum, Poppy. She was thrilled to bits, I’d say!”

“Yeah. She deserves it, too.”

“True. So… d’ya fancy doing something else nice?”

I paused just outside the living room. “Well, sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Your mum told me you spoke to her about my… naughty side.”

“It’s okay that she told me some stuff, right? I was interested.”

“Of course it’s okay. I think your mum is right, though – for now, maybe it’s best you don’t get involved. It can get pretty intense.”

“What was it you wanted to do, then?”

“Oh, yeah. Um, later tonight, I’d really love to get a bit of one on one time with all the adults, just them and me. I was hoping you and Lottie would take charge out here with everyone else… y’know, while I have a little fun. Would that be okay?”

“Sure, I’d love to help. Don’t worry, we’ll play sexy games and have all the girls eating pussy by the time you get back!” I giggled.

“You’re the best, Poppy. Thank you.”

“So, erm, what will you be doing? Can I ask?”

Her eyes were dancing with excitement. “I’m going to pretend to be a naughty schoolgirl, and they will be the teachers who punish me. I’ll get my bum spanked and stuff, then they’ll fuck me. Sounds freaky and weird, I guess… but it’s sooooo much fun when you get used to it. Definitely not for the little ones, though.”

“Yeah, I get that! I’m sure it’s fun and everything for you… but, er, I think I’ll pass.”

Henri gave me a pat on the bum as we joined the others in the living room. “I don’t blame you, Poppy. Stick to what you know for now.”

***

An hour or so later, Kiki’s dining table had been moved against the wall, and most of the chairs had been taken away. The result was a big open space with plenty of room to unwind… and enough space for fifteen women and girls to enjoy a full-on orgy. One chair remained in the centre of the room, the one I’d been seated in when Celeste went down on me before we went out to dinner. I figured Kiki had left that chair where it was so we could play a few more turns of Draw a Name.

We were waiting for Mum and the girls to return before the real fun got started, but things were definitely starting to heat up. Henri had put some music on, and Nicole and Lottie were dancing. Lottie had removed her dress and was dancing in nothing but a small black G-string and heels. They were dancing in a very sexy way, grinding their bodies together. Mia and I were watching them in between kisses and caresses. I loved the feel of the silk stockings she wore, and kept running my hands up and down her legs.

Suddenly the little ones came racing out into the main room, all of them still naked, Mum followed soon after. She’d put her dress back on for some reason, but couldn’t conceal that freshly fucked look.

She sat down next to Mia and me. “So how was it?” I asked her.

“Words fail me, sweetie,” Mum answered. “Honestly, it was just sheer bliss. All those little hands and mouths, making love to me at once…” She fanned herself with her hand. “I’m still weak at the knees. It was the loveliest gift imaginable, Poppy, and I adore you for giving it.”

I was about to say something soppy when I heard the buzzer for the gate. As far as I knew, all the guests were there… but when a hush went around the room, I could tell that something special was about to happen, and it was probably a surprise for me.

Kiki opened the door to reveal a very tall blonde woman. She was stunningly beautiful, in her early twenties, with a figure to die for. As she entered, Kiki took her long mac style coat and hung it up. The woman was wearing a tight black cocktail dress, black mesh stockings and stilettos. I thought she looked like a catwalk model.

She followed Kiki across the room, and my heart began to pound like crazy. This sexy stranger was heading my way, and there I was in skimpy undies, my pearl-adorned pussy on full show.

I stood up to be polite; Mia did too.

“Poppy, this is Erin,” said Kiki.

I offered my hand, but she kissed me on both cheeks instead. With a big warm smile, Erin said, “It’s lovely to meet you, Poppy, I’ve heard so much about you… and let me say that you’re even more beautiful than I expected. Oh, and happy birthday!”

Lola and Lexi were half-hiding behind their mothers, peeking at the newcomer. Evie wasn’t hiding, but she did have a hand over her slit. As for Lilly, she didn’t seem to be bothered. In fact, she appeared to be very interested in our guest. But Erin didn’t take any notice of the others – which was sort of odd, considering how they were dressed – or undressed!.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling myself blush as everyone watched us. Something was about to happen, but what could it be?

“Are you really only eleven?” Erin asked. “I thought you were older at first.”

“Um… it’s the heels and the makeup, I guess?”

She nodded. “Those are great shoes. And I love your chain harness, you look divine in it.”

“Aw, thanks. You look wonderful, too. Are you a friend of Kiki’s?”

“I am. Kiki and I go a long way back. But tonight, it’s you I’ve come to see.”

I’d suspected that to be the case, but it wasn’t enough to keep me from squeaking, “Me?” like I couldn’t believe it.

Erin laughed. “Yes, you. Tell me, Poppy… have you ever had a lap dance?”

I didn’t even know what that was, but something told me I was going to like it very much. “No, I haven’t.”

“We’d better set that straight then, hadn’t we? Come along, love.”

She took my hand, led me to the chair and sat me down. Everyone gathered around, standing back far enough to give us some room. I looked up at Mum, a surprised shiver racing through me when I saw her holding a video camera, recording this.

Erin bent down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to dance for you, love. Normally there’s a no-touching rule… but since you’re not a fella, I’ll let you do it. I may touch you, too, if that’s okay.”

“That’s very okay,” I beamed.

She kissed me on the forehead, “Kiki’s right, you are very sweet. Okay… just relax.”

She gave a thumbs up and the music started. It was a dance track, played extremely loud. Erin walked around my chair and stood behind me, gyrating and running her hands over my chest. Everyone was cheering and clapping, shouting things that I couldn’t hear over the music. Erin came round the front and bent over, wiggling her bum at me. Her dress rode up, and I saw her stocking tops.

She danced and swayed around the space we had cleared, going over to different people, dancing right in front of them and even rubbing her body against theirs. She even went over to the four little ones and danced for them. Lilly grinned up at Erin as if she wanted to crawl right under her skirt, and though Lexi and Lola were still nestled against their mum, they seemed a lot less timid than before.

Erin executed a perfect spin, then slowly peeled the dress off, revealing a lace bra and tiny French knickers. I was hypnotised by her. The way she did everything in time to the music while always keeping her moments slow and sensual really did my head in. I was sure there would be a great big puddle in the chair when she was done with me.

I was just building up the courage to touch her when Erin suddenly straddled me, putting one leg on either side of mine so her crotch was inches away from my face. She wiggled and swayed and bent like a willow. I put a hand on her leg, and she smiled at me. Then I began to caress both thighs, running my hands over them.

Giving me a wink, she reached behind, unclasped her bra and carelessly tossed it away to cheers from the crowd. Erin’s generous breasts were now bare but for black tassels dangling from her nipples. Her eyes seemed to be daring me to be bold, so I reached out and played with the tassels, then covered those amazing tits with both hands. Gosh, that was exciting, feeling her up like that while she danced for me.

Turning back to the others, Erin began to work the small but very excited crowd, making those tassels spin like crazy. It was totally awesome! She worked her way around the dance floor, gliding, strutting and flirting with everyone. At one point, she paused to stroke Lilly’s face, and I thought my little sister might go into a swoon on the spot.

Moving back to the centre, Erin made a big deal of easing her French knickers off, leaving her in just a tiny g-string. She tossed those warm panties to Mia, who immediately pressed them to her face and inhaled deeply. Then Erin moved toward me, doing a lewd strut that made my mouth water.

At my age, I’d seen lots of women I thought of as sexy, but I’d never been exposed to a woman quite like Erin, who knew how to harness the pure power of sex and make it work for her. She must drive the blokes bleeding mental when she performs for them, I told myself, though I liked to think that she preferred to dance for other women.

She certainly seemed to be into it as she ground her body into mine for a long while, pressing all her bits against me. I felt her bum and boobs for a bit and touched her pussy a few times, but mostly I just sat back and enjoyed what Erin was doing.

The best bit was when I finally got to peel off her g-string, slowly revealing a beautiful shaved pussy. She was so close, I could smell her scent. Then, while I was breathing it in, Erin shoved me back into the chair and stuffed the g-string into my mouth.

God, I could taste her! Right then, I’d have given anything to get my face between Erin’s legs.

Once again, she moved around the room, showing her body off, bending over and giving everyone a good view of her cunt. A few times, she even reached back and spread the cheeks of her arse, putting her bumhole on display. She even did that for Lola and Lexi, and they squealed with delight. By then, the twins were whispering to each other, their shyness was completely gone. I knew what they wanted, too – an hour or two in bed with this incredible woman. By then, we all did.

The finale was amazing. Erin laid on the floor at an angle so we could all see, then began to rub her clit with one hand and finger herself with the other. There was a pink vibrator nearby with the rest of her things, and she picked it up, turned it on, then shoved the length of it in her cunt and fucked herself hard.

Mum and Henri were openly masturbating, and I noticed others shifting about and looking like they would be touching themselves soon. Even better, Nicole had both arms wrapped around Lottie, a hand buried in her eldest daughter’s shorts as they watched the show.

As Erin thrust the vibrator in and out of herself with increasing ferocity, she began to tremble. Then she let loose with a sharp scream, and oh my gosh, she just exploded. A gush of liquid shot out of her pussy with such force that we all jumped. It must have gone six feet or more, narrowly missing Emma and Beth. Mind you, I’m sure they wouldn’t have minded if it had soaked them.

Erin squirmed through a shuddering orgasm, then got to her feet and took a bow to rapturous applause. Strutting back to where I sat, she gave me a deep, sexy kiss with her tongue, then whispered, “God, you’re so fucking hot, little girl.”

“Thank you,” I replied, suddenly bashful. “I… I love how you dance.”

What Erin did next surprised me more than anything. She padded over to where her things were and retrieved a black leather handbag. Fishing about inside, she took out a business card.

She handed it to me. “Okay, I must be crazy to do this… but here, this has my number. I’ve never been with a girl as young as you, but, well… you’re pretty hard to resist. So if you’d ever like to hang out sometime, call me.” She was actually blushing!

I was totally chuffed. This hot, sexy stripper had just given eleven-year-old me her number! All I could say was, “Thanks, I’ll call you.” She gave me a saucy wink, then went to gather up her things.

It would’ve been lovely to have Erin stay, but she had somewhere else to be that evening. “A bachelor party,” I heard her tell Kiki with a sigh. “Won’t be nearly as fun as this was.” Erin made her way to Kiki’s downstairs bathroom to tidy herself up before she left.

When I told Mum about Erin giving me her number, she was as shocked as I was, but did agree we could invite her over for dinner one evening. Lilly was so excited that she was doing a dance of her own.

Kiki suddenly clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, time to get this party started,” she said, Ladies, if you’re wearing a dress, remove it now. Everyone is to be in their undies or completely nude from this point on!”

There were wolf whistles and laughter as the women and girls began to abandon their clothes. Within a couple of minutes, everyone was now at least topless and about half were wearing knickers of one kind or another.. Me, Mia, Nicole and Emma were the only ones wearing stockings. Mine and Nicole’s were black, Mia’s white and Emma’s natural. I was the only one with a suspender belt, which made me feel special.

When everyone had stripped and the noise had died down, Kiki spoke up again. “It’s time for the next round of Draw a Name! Chrissie, you got called up last time, so it’s your turn to draw from the bag.”

Chrissie came over to the empty chair where Kiki and Henri stood on either side. She was wearing high heels and red, see-through bikini-style knickers. She stuck her hand into the bag that Henri was holding and passed the folded piece of paper to Kiki, who smiled when she saw it.

“The names on the card are… Lola and Lexi!”

Everyone clapped and encouraged the twins, who went skipping happily over to their mother, not quite sure what was happening. Chrissie knelt down to their height and spoke to them. We couldn’t hear what she was saying but the twins’ eyes lit up. Then Chrissie straightened, slipped her knickers off and sat on the chair with her bum perched near the edge of the seat.

“Come on, girls – show everyone how you make Mummy come,” Chrissie glanced up at the assembled group and smiled. “Lucky me, I get to experience this nearly every day!”

The twins were already naked, and when one knelt down to kiss her mother’s pussy she had to stick her bum out, giving all of us a good look at her pretty pink holes. Meanwhile, her twin – I still couldn’t tell them apart – went for Chrissie’s clit.

So there they were, two adorable naked five-year-olds, making love to their mummy with all the childlike enthusiasm I‘d experienced with them that same morning.

I was ready for everyone to see my cunt, so I carefully slipped out of my pearl string knickers and put them on a nearby bookshelf. Now all I had on was stockings, heels and that sexy chain harness. Perching on the arm of an overstuffed chair, I began to rub my clit.

Kiki approached me and said, “Would the birthday girl like some help?”

“Oh yes, please!”

She knelt down in front of me, I bent my knees a little and she licked my slit while I watched the twins bring their mother off. I came quickly and hard on Kiki, who was fingering me while her tongue worked its magic. The smell and sounds of sex filled the room as Chrissie and several others had orgasms.

I felt like being wild, so when I came, I cried out, “Lick my cunt… oh yeah, lick my fucking cunt!” It felt so deliciously naughty, swearing like that in front of grown-ups. Mind you, getting oral sex in front of an audience seemed perfectly normal to me by then.

When Chrissie had recovered, she got to her feet. Everyone gave them a round of applause, then the twins took a bow, and we clapped even harder.

Kiki took the floor again, “Right then, everyone… I think it’s high time we got down and dirty!” There was loud cheering and whistling, then Henri, who was completely naked, stepped forward carrying two strap-on cocks. She handed one to Kiki, then mother and daughter stepped into the harnesses, buckling them around their waists. Kiki’s was purple like the one I owned, while Henri’s was bright pink.

Once the dildos were securely in place, Kiki smiled at my mum. “Heather, are you ready?”

“Oh, yes,” Mum said, taking off her knickers. Now nude, she came forward. “Let’s do this.”

I felt a rush of heat surge through me. Mum was going to do a sex show with Kiki and Henri!

“Henrietta, darling, let’s get her lubed up,” said Kiki, squirting a dollop of clear, thick liquid into her hand from a small green bottle, which she passed to Henri. Kiki rubbed the fluid into Mum’s cunt from behind, though I noticed that she dabbed some in the crack of her arse, too. Henri was massaging my mother’s vulva from the front, taking the opportunity to share a few heated tongue kisses with her.

Mum was in ecstasy, letting herself be kissed, fondled and felt up. Watching her, I was getting worked up myself. Oh sure, I’d just had an orgasm moments ago, but somehow my hand still managed to find its way between my legs.

Kiki took Mum in her arms for a passionate kiss, then bent her over. I was surprised how flexible my mother was, she managed to fold herself all the way forward and grab both ankles while still standing, presenting her anus and pussy to us all. Clutching Mum’s hips, Kiki wasted no time sliding the purple dildo into her.

“Oh! Oh, yes, Kiki. That’s it, lover.”

With her usual grace and elegance, Kiki fucked Mum with slow, steady strokes for awhile, then she made way for Henri, who was much more forceful, her belly slapping against Mum’s arse with every thrust.

They fucked Mum in a variety of positions to warm her up, then Kiki got Mum on all fours. This time, instead of putting the dildo in her pussy, she slipped in her bum! Mum was taking the purple dildo an inch at a time, and it was plain to see how much she loved it. She had a hand between her legs rubbing her clit as Kiki eased her cock in further and further.  When the dildo was all the way inside Mum’s arse, she gave a long, low moan that made me shiver with excitement.

That was when Henri came over to me, still sporting that big pink willy. I remember thinking that it must feel awfully weird having something like that dangling between your legs all the time. It was glistening with Mum’s fluids, and I hoped Henri would ask if I wanted a taste.

Instead, she offered me something far better. “Would you like to put this on and use it to fuck your mum? She wants it in the cunt and bum at the same time.”

I was about to jump up screaming, “Yes!” but then something occurred to me. “Um, I’d love to… but, well, I’ve got no idea how to use it. I’ve never worn one.”

“Oh, it’s easy-peasy,” Henri said. “All you have to do is strap it on, then lie down on the carpet. Your mum will do the rest.”

I went from hesitant to eager in a flash. “Cool! Okay, I’m in.”

“You will be, too!” Henri said, grinning as she unfastened the harness. “Oh, by the way, this thing has an extra bit that goes inside you when you wear it. You’ll be fine – it’s not very big.”

While Henri helped me get the apparatus fastened round my waist, Mum was getting fucked hard in the bum by Kiki. Looking around, everyone was either touching themselves or someone else. Lottie and Nicole knelt next to each other, each with a hand between the other’s legs. Lilly and Evie were sitting on the floor, legs wide open and masturbating.

The short, bulbous bit of the strap-on did go in me easily, especially as I was so wet, and it already had Henri’s juices all over it. “Hell’s bells, this feels weird!” I exclaimed. “But I kinda like it.”

“Nice, eh? Sometimes you can get yourself off while you’re fucking someone else.”

Henri helped me lie down on my back, and Kiki took that as her cue. She withdrew from Mum, and they came over to me.

“Hey, sweetie, having fun?” Mum asked as she knelt astride me, leaning down for a kiss.

“Soooo much fun, Mum. Best birthday ever!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it – I am too. Listen, in a minute, there’s going to be a grand finale, with you as the star.”

“Me? Gosh, what’s going to happen?”

“D’you recognise the purple dildo Kiki’s wearing?”

“Yeah, it looks like the one I have at home.”

“It is yours! My idea is that we’ll put on a Webb Family sex show for everyone here. I’ll fuck you with your dildo, while you eat your sister’s pussy. How does that sound?”

“Wow, that sounds totally awesome!”

Mum laughed. “I thought you’d say that. But before that happens, are you ready to fuck me?”

“Absolutely! So, er, what do you want me to do?”

“Just lay right where you are, sweetie.”

I couldn’t see what she was doing but I felt Mum reach down between her legs and fiddle with the dildo I wore. As she moved about and carefully mounted it, the bulbous end moved about inside me – and I gasped at how that felt. “Okay, Kiki,” Mum said. “I’m ready.”

Kiki’s face appeared over my mother’s shoulder, her brow furrowed in concentration. Mum waited, then her eyes went wide as Kiki’s cock pushed into her arse. “Ohhhhhhh,” Mum groaned. “That’s it.” She began to move on top of me.

Everyone had formed a circle around us, watching the action unfold. I was looking up at Emma’s lovely orange bush, glistening with her juices as she circled her clit with a finger. Mia had both arms wrapped around Evie, smiling at me while she masturbated her little sister.

Up above me, Mum was making noises I was very familiar with. She was close to getting off, I could tell that much. She and Kiki were moving in the same rhythm, each stroke moving the dildo. And each time it moved, the bit inside me moved too.

The feeling was fast becoming very pleasurable. I wondered, If it was just me and Mum fucking, there’d be a way for her ride this thing and bring me off, too. I made a mental note to try it later. Maybe Mia and I could also fool around with it.

I could hear orgasms kicking off around us, I couldn’t see her, but I heard my little sister coming, as well as one other child and at least a couple of adults.

“Oh God, I’m c-c-coming! Ohhhhhhhh!” Mum shrieked. Her body jerked, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me as the bulb inside my vagina jerked too. Now my mother was shaking in tiny little quivers, and she actually dribbled on me a little. Thanks for that, Mum, I thought, wiping it off my face. I was smiling, though..

Kiki finally pulled out of my mother’s arse, then Mum raised herself up from me, my dildo popping out of her cunt with a juicy sound. Now on her knees, she gave me a deep tongue kiss, then whispered, “Ready for the grande finale?”

“Uh-huh, I’m ready.”

Kiki unfastened the strap-on and said, “I’ve got to wash this off. Be right back.” And she padded from the room.

Why’s she doing that? I wondered, but didn’t say anything. I asked Mum later, though, and she told me something I didn’t know: you should never put a sex toy into your vagina if it’s just been used for anal, not without cleaning it first. Otherwise, you could get a nasty infection.

Soon Kiki emerged with the freshly scrubbed dildo and handed it to Mum. While she was putting it on, I took mine off. My sister Lilly had joined Mum and me, now naked and looking very thrilled indeed.

Kiki faced our audience. “Ladies, we’ve saved the best for last. In case you haven’t noticed, our little birthday girl Poppy isn’t quite as innocent as she looks.”

Shaking the chain harness I was still wearing, I said, “You call this looking innocent?”

“Ha! You’ve got me there, darling. Not so innocent tonight, that’s for sure. Speaking of which, are you ready?”

“Yup, I’m ready,” I said. I was excited and not nervous at all. I’d fucked myself with that purple dildo loads of times by then, and I could always count on Mum to know what she’s doing when it came tt sex..

“Ladies, I present to you…The Webb Family in a beautiful display of incestuous love, featuring Poppy Webb’s first time on the receiving end of a strap-on!”

There was a round of applause with lots of encouragement and excited oohs and ahhs. Mum led Lilly and me over to where a big comfy pile of cushions had been spread out on the floor. We laid down together and began to share kisses and caresses.

Soon we were getting sexual, sucking each other’s nipples and touching pussies, warming ourselves up as well as the crowd. They especially loved it when Lilly finger fucked me and Mum at the same time.

When she thought I was ready, Mum gently laid me on my back. “Once we’ve started, I’ll get Lilly to sit on your face,” she whispered.

I shook my head, giving my sister a lustful look. “No. I want her pussy now.”

Mum had to smile at that. “Okay, sweetie.” I knew how happy it made her, having daughters who loved each other the way Lily and I did… even if our love wasn’t as strong until we started having sex.

Lilly quickly straddled my face. There it was, the familiar scent and sight of my little sister’s cunt. Her eyes were filled with delight as she gazed down at me, using two fingers to part her puffy lips.

I licked the tiny button of Lilly’s clit as Mum’s fingers probed my pussy. Then I felt the cool caress of lube being applied to my vulva, followed by the tip of the dildo as it nudged past the entrance of my vagina. Mum grasped the back of my knees, lifting them up and apart, penetrating me deeper.

I could feel the close presence of the crowd, gathered in a tight circle around us. Emma was standing close by, near enough for Lilly to lean sideways and bury her mouth in those fiery orange pubes.

Mum carefully eased the dildo inside me, far more slowly than I did when using it on myself. When I first tried the toy with Mum and Henri, it looked and felt huge, but after a few weeks of practice I was well used to the size and had come to love the feeling of my vagina being completely full. I remembered Henri telling me, “My advice is to use it as often as you can.” Now I found myself wondering if her motive had been to prepare me for this evening.

My head swam as the dildo slid in and out, going a bit further each time. Finally I heard a gasp from the crowd, then Mum saying, “There… all the way in, nice and easy.”

Then she really started fucking me. The rhythm built up faster and Mum’s strokes were harder than I’d ever done to myself. My legs were now pushed right back over my shoulders, and Lilly was helping Mum by gripping my ankles while she fed me her cunt. In this position, which Mum called the pile driver, I could really feel the dildo going deep, deeper than I’d been able to manage by myself.

After fucking me like this for a bit, Mum switched us about. First she got on her back and I rode her cowgirl style, while Lily sat on Mum’s face. I enjoyed that a lot. It gave me the ability to take as much or as little of the dildo as I wanted, plus I could play with clit easily. Lilly was facing me, so we kissed like lovers and touched each other everywhere we could reach.

Soon I went off in an orgasm, as did Lilly – and several of the others who were watching. Nicole’s climax was especially loud; she had Emma’s twelve-year-old daughter Beth licking her clit while she took in the lewd sex show we were putting on.

I was still on the tail end of my climax when Mum moved me into the last position, on all fours. I’d never tried masturbating that way with the dildo before, so it was a new sensation. I was quickly learning that being penetrated felt different nearly every time, depending on the angle and position I was in. At that particular moment, I was on top of my sister in a sixty-nine while Mum was doing me from behind.

Even though I was still recovering from that last orgasm, my sexual appetite came roaring back as Lilly sucked my clit and Mum pounded me with the purple dildo. By then, I’d forgotten anyone was watching me. The world was reduced to two things: the hot, hard tug and thrust taking place in my vagina, coupled with the sweet taste and earthy scent of my baby sister’s pussy.

It all got a bit hazy for a while. I’m not sure how it finished up, but I remember lots of shouts and cheering.

Someone was touching me. At first, I thought it was Mum, but it was Emma and Kiki who helped me up and practically had to almost carry me over to the sofa. Mia, who was stripped off to her white lace top hold-ups, was seated at one end. The gentle hands of my adult lovers laid me down so my head was resting in her lap, then draped a blanket over my exhausted body.

Mia gazed down at me, her beautiful face radiant with love. “Shhhh… time to sleep,” she whispered, stroking my hair.

I drifted off, serenaded by the sounds of lesbian sex taking place around me.

On to Chapter 21!

by Kinkychic

Chantelle was livid over the damage my bath with Violette had caused. We had been careless with our splashing, and water had dripped down to the salon. For a moment I had been at a loss for an answer, but the mind, faced with a stern rebuke, can be wonderfully inventive. “Chantelle,” I said, “just think what damage the British might have caused. The redcoats might have ravished us all, and you would not have been paid a farthing. So what is a little drip in the ceiling? Besides, we’ll requite you for the repair, won’t we, Violette?”

The struggle was clear on Chantelle’s face. Yes, she was cross, but she loved us, and it was hard for her to maintain her anger.

“The bath, I beg to inform Madame, is not so well designed,” I went on. “You see, the water splashes over the side when we fuck.” I’d never used language like that before in public, but I was trying to be witty, to force Chantelle to laugh.

The girls roared with laughter. To my relief, Chantelle joined in, and soon we were all laughing.

But then she clapped her hands, and instantly there was silence. She looked at us both.  We were still holding hands, and I saw that Chantelle was trying to keep her expression stern.

“So, my lovely ones, is it official then?” She looked around at the girls. “I think, ladies, we have two little lovebirds among us. So, you will show us. We want to see you kiss.”

I was not shy in front of the other girls as a rule, and was not so now. I turned to Violette and saw the love in her eyes. Oblivious of all those watching, we joined lips as only true lovers can. I could feel myself instantly becoming aroused again, my fingers beginning to explore.

There was a sudden commotion as Bill returned to the salon. “It’s over, ladies,” he announced. ”The damn’d Lobsters’re gone. Only dead ‘uns left. Safe for you to be goin’ home now.”

The noise was jubilant as some cheered and others debated whether we should open for business. The piano player, who’d had far too much to drink, pounded the piano. But everyone was happy.

I forced my breathing back to normal as Violette grinned at me. “That nearly got rather naughty, I think,” she said.

My mother walked up to us. “You will come home with us, Violette? Have something to eat before you go home.”

Violette gave me a doubtful look. “Violette, I want you to come, please,” I told her.

Back at our lodgings, we sat at the table as Mother produced a simple meal of bread, ham, cheese and pickles. We were hungry after drinking wine all day with nothing to eat – and with our exertions in the bath. Orgasms are surely a tonic to the appetite.

“Violette, we don’t know much about you,” Mother said. “I had thought you were a bit young to be working at the Palacio – with men, I mean. Where do you live? What is your story?”

I saw the pain in her eyes, and I reached for her hand. “There’s no need, if you don’t wish to speak of it,” I said.

But slowly, she shared her tale with us.

“My mother died a few years ago,” she began. “It was awful with her gone. It was she alone who kept my father away from me. He is always drunk. It’s all he cares about, his next jug of rum, and leering at me. I was frightened all the time. We had so little money, only what my brother could pick up with odd jobs at the docks, and the little I got begging. We’d have to spend it on food before father got his hands on it.” She stopped talking and dabbed a kerchief at her eyes.

“Then he tried to sell me to one of his so-called friends for…that.  My brother fought with him. He even threatened to kill the man if he ever came near me. He saved me.”

I was crying as well now but I squeezed her hand. “Enough. We’ve heard enough.”

But she shook her head and continued. “It got so bad, with no money, and no food. I was starving. Then one day I went and stood on a corner, close to where the whores all stand. I dreaded that someone would actually stop. I was about to run, when a carriage drew up. I was petrified. But that carriage – or rather the person in it – changed my life. It was Chantelle. She invited me to sit beside her, and we talked for ages as we drove along, before she invited me to the Palacio. It took me a few days to pluck up the courage, but eventually, I went. I was introduced to some of the girls, who were so kind.”

Her tears had stopped. There was even a little smile. “Chantelle charged my first customer a small fortune for my virginity, but I was fortunate. She’d picked the right man. He was gentle in the way he approached me. I felt a bit mixed up. I wanted to give myself for love one day, and not for gain. So I was sad, but when I held the money in my hand, I knew I’d done the right thing.

“There’s one more thing I want to say. The day I first saw you, it was almost like love at first sight, I didn’t understand why I had those feelings for another girl. I just knew I did. I had to meet you, and now I have.”

I looked at Mother. She saw the look in my eyes and understood. “Violette, would you like to come and stay with us? I believe it’s what Frances wants.”

Violette gave me a quick look. “Frances?”

“At home, I’m Frances, not Francine,” I said. “And you would be Veronica. What do you think? Will you come and live with us? Mother is saying you may.”

I saw the uncertainty on her face, and I dreaded that might say no, but my mother took her hand. “Come and stay. It would make Frances happy, I can see that.”

She looked from one to the other of us, then said, “I hate my father. My brother’s often told me to find a man and get away, but I just didn’t know how.” She gave Mother’s hand a squeeze. “I’d love to stay here – if you’d have me.”

I squealed with delight and embraced her avidly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mother leave the room, and I kissed my new … what should I call her? Sister? Lover? Spouse?

We planned on how to fetch her few possessions. She said that only her brother would know where she was, and he would be happy for her.

“Where will I sleep? Can I see?”

I led her to my room, and pointed at the bed, she looked about and saw my things. “With you?”

“Of course, if you want. It will be as if we’re married.”

She gave me a coy look. “Could we try it now – to see how it suits us?”

A little later – well, much later – she returned to her old home to take her leave. I accompanied her, at her invitation. Even though I saw Veronica’s sadness, I felt it was most likely for her brother, or perhaps the memory of her mother, and not for the home that she’d taken so little pleasure in. Her brother was there, but not her father.

“I have so little, just a few clothes and this.” She searched at the back of a shelf where there was hidden a beautiful little box, which she passed to me. Upon opening it, a mechanical tiny bird popped up and began to sing. Never had I seen anything so beautiful. “It was a birthday present from my mother. I hid it, or Father would have sold it for whiskey.”

Her brother came into the room. “Hurry, get your stuff,” he warned us. “Father might come back.”

He looked at me. “I know very little about you, Miss, but my sister has spoken of you. She seems to fancy you in a way I don’t understand, but you’re taking her away from here, and for that I’m obliged to you.”

I watched them hug, until he pushed her away. “Go, quickly. I know where you are.” He took my hand. “Look after her. Now I’ve met you, I think you will. Thank you.”

Back in my room – in our room –I made space for her clothes. I was shocked at how little she had, but then I remembered how only a little while ago, I had not owned much more. I was about to tell her not to look so worried, and that this was her home now, when Mother called us for dinner.

Veronica watched us nervously as we ate, trying to duplicate the way we handled our knives and forks. I took her hand. “Veronica, please, please, this is your home now. I want you here. Mother wants you here. Please don’t feel awkward. Make yourself at home.”

The wine mother had opened was delicious – as though she had been saving it for just such an occasion. Gradually, I saw Veronica relax. I loved how she was quite funny when she stopped trying to be so correct.

The meal was cleared away. It was quite late. Mother looked disconcerted, and I took her hand. “I know, Mother. I understand. I’m going to bed with a girl – my girl – but I think you’ve known for a while it’s the way I am. Perhaps you looked at my work as something different, but it’s not. I want Veronica here. I want her. Do you see?”

Her answer was a smile. When she held her arms out, it was to both of us. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything. Now off to bed with you.”

Perhaps because I was conscious of Mother’s nearness, or, more likely, because I had my love with me in my own bed, I took the most gentle possession of Veronica. “Are you happy?” I asked her after we both had come quietly. “I love you. Can you love me?”

She pushed me back. “How can you ask? I loved you before I even knew you. I wanted you so badly it hurt. Today, you captured my heart.”

“Darling–” I said, only to hear how it sounded.

“My little wife,” she replied.

“Am I, truly?”

“Truly–”

“Say it once more, please?”

And we whispered such endearments late into the night, laughing at our own foolishness, yet growing fonder all the while. Each new phrase was rewarded with a kiss, and the kisses strayed across our bodies, until lips and tongues once more caressed the spot that most defines our sex.

But it was with mixed emotions that I went to breakfast the next morning. Yes, I was happy, my mind awhirl with love for a girl I still hardly knew. Yet it felt awkward, to appear for the first time before my mother as part of a couple, following the consummation of our nuptials in Mother’s own house. It seemed strange, in truth. I was still a child, though I no longer felt like one.

Yet Mother took it all in stride. She kissed us both‘“good morning”, and carried on preparing our meal as if nothing had changed. I saw the tension drain away from Veronica, and this helped me to feel more contented. Everything, it appeared, was going to be fine.

***

Neither of us was ever jealous of what the other did at the Palacio. Whomever we fucked there – it was simply our job. When necessary, we bathed the day and the clients away, and washed them down the drain. We were happy and in love with each other.

But the Contessa was becoming more demanding. She offered – in the most imperious manner  – to take me on as her handmaid and was angry when I declined. How could my lowly station as a ladies’ whore mean more to me than a life at the Governor’s residence, where I could have her whenever I wanted? And my wages would be much higher – more in a week than most earned in two or three years. She did not understand how I could possibly refuse. “I thought you loved me,” she said.

“I love you in my own way,” I replied. “But I’m happier here. I’m sorry.”

It was only a short time later that she told me the Spanish would soon be vacating the city. A deal had been arranged whereby that disgusting Napoleon would sell the whole Louisiana territory to the Americans. The Contessa in essence ordered me to come to Spain with her, promising, at the same time, to deposit five hundred guineas in an account for me. I would be rich. It was true – I would be rich. I could hardly imagine what being in possession of five hundred guineas would really mean.

Other than being astounded at her proposal, I was cross that she should think that she could buy me this way. She had always bought me, of course – but only an hour at a time. She had never owned my whole person, my soul. It made me stop and think of Veronica, for whom my feelings were stronger than ever. I could never leave her, no matter how much I was offered. I never saw the Contessa again.

***

Although the territory had for a short while been once again under the dominion of France, they had left the Spanish to govern. Then Napoleon changed everything. The Spanish military forces withdrew, and Americans took their place. The territory of Louisiana would eventually be split into fifteen different states of the Union.

The Palacio was the scene of much conjecture. How would these political manoeuvrings affect our business? Would things be better or worse for us?

Chantelle purchased the Palacio from its Spanish owner at a knockdown price. She needn’t have paid him anything, really, but he had threatened to burn the place down before he left, and so a deal was struck. She also gained several houses from him.

Before long, the Spanish vacated the fort and the garrison. A huge parade saw them lined up in their hundreds before they filed onto the several ships that awaited. Many took their wives and children with them. Others left weeping women at the quayside. They were the ones who probably already had families back in Spain. It was a sad end to a prosperous, if precarious, era.

The fort was occupied at once by the Americans, who, in fact, sent more troops than the Spanish had ever had. The United States were worried whether, as their relations with both France and Britain grew increasingly strained, they could hold on to their newly acquired territory.

I continued to be both comfortable and happy with my work. Our private circumstances had also considerably improved.

Mother, Veronica and I became Chantelle’s tenants, moving to a residence that had belonged to the Spanish owner of the Palacio. It was twice the size of our previous home, even though we still paid the same rent, and it stood on a street that was partially paved and lighted. There were no hags here, and few drunks. We spent quite a sum on new furnishings and other luxury items, and in a short while, the place felt  like a real home to us. It seemed almost as if we had made it in the world.

The departure of the Spanish had caused the prices of homes to fall, but that would not last, not once the Americans settled in. “Chantelle, you should buy a few more houses, whatever you can afford,” I told her. “Prices are so low at the moment, but I think they will go through the roof when the Americans start buying. You could make a small fortune.”

Chantelle clapped her hands and laughed. “My goodness, now I have a finance minister, but yes, you are right, it is the time to buy. You will come with me to see the agent, then we will look at some houses together.”

She bought another two houses in the decent area, and four more in a lesser part of town. It was Veronica who suggested that we should perhaps look at the circumstances of the girls and indeed, the other women – the maids and so on – who worked for us. Some had decent enough homes, but others did not. Perhaps some might like to share a home. Chantelle thought it a splendid idea, although I suggested, “But why just our girls? Why not any girls, at least from the better bordellos? There would have to be some rules though, or we might start losing some of our business if any of them took customers there.”

Christmas 1804 saw the biggest celebrations ever held in New Orleans. The revels seemed to last for days. Business at the Palacio boomed. Not only did the Americans have more money to spend than the Spanish ever had, but the British were also returning, as the  Americans permitted the merchant ships of their old Colonial masters to enter the port. Once more, rivers of coin flowed freely.

Both my mother’s and Veronica’s earnings increased, although mine dropped slightly. There didn’t seem to be as many ladies wanting to fuck a young girl these days.

Veronica told me that she wouldn’t be cross with me if I took on male customers as well, adding that because I was older now, perhaps the time had come to consider it.

I laughed. “You should know me better by now, darling. I’ll never take a man to bed. I’m a ladies-only girl, and that’s the way I’ll stay.”

Some months later, Chantelle sent for me. I wondered if she had found me a new client, or perhaps I’d done something wrong. Neither could have been further from the truth.

As ever, she got straight to the point. “You’re fifteen now, Francine, and you have become too old for some of my clients. I’ve been looking for another, younger girl for a while, and I believe I’ve found her.”

She saw the apprehensive look on my face. “Oh, how stupid of me! I didn’t mean you would have to go. On the contrary, your position here is secure as long as you want it. But I have a task for you. You will assess and train the new girl. You will look after her. I do believe that you will like her.”

Her name was Ann, but of course, Chantelle renamed her Antoinette. I could not imagine why, as she was an American who spoke no French. She was clearly nervous when we were introduced, and I immediately sensed she was unsure about coming to us. Hastily, I signalled for Chantelle to leave us alone.

I took my young protégé down to the gardens, where we sat in one of the shady nooks, and asked her to tell me about herself.

Her parents came from the north and had settled somewhere near Natchitoches. The Indians had been fighting the French, but they attacked anyone with a white skin. Her brother and her father had been killed. She and her mother had survived only by hiding in the cellar before French troops arrived and drove the Indians off.

It had taken them weeks to get to Natchez, further up the Mississippi. Their small savings would not last long, and so her mother had decided they should make their way downriver to New Orleans, where, she believed, there would be more opportunities to find gainful employment. It was not  long, however, before their hopes were dashed.

They had been here a few months and were struggling to survive. Then Ann met a girl who told her she might get work at the Palacio, where the madame was always in need of pretty young girls. She herself had tried for the position but had not been considered desirable enough. The girl was quite candid about what the work would entail, and Ann was not at all keen on the idea. To her shock, however, she found her mother was. It had taken her a few more weeks of seeing her circumstances worsen before she had decided to come and see Chantelle.

She was nearly twelve, she told me, and no, she had never been “touched” in that way. I asked if she ever played with herself, and she only knitted her brow, as if the question made no sense in the present circumstances. She was interviewing to become a whore. Why was I talking to her about children’s games?

“I had a dolly I loved when I was small,” she said. “I played by myself with her. But she was lost when we fled the Indians.”

“No,” I said, stifling a smile. “I mean, have you ever made yourself come?”

“I made myself come here today,” she said, her confusion mounting.

I could contain my mirth no longer.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” I burst out, “Do you ever diddle your cunt?”

“I don’t know what that means,” she said, though she had turned scarlet instantly.

“You’ll learn,” I said. “And it will be the greatest lesson of your life.”

My heart went out to her – a lost babe fighting her reservations, scarcely aware of her own body. Yet I saw a determination in her that told me she might yet become the willing slut Chantelle was looking for. And her innocence would certainly appeal to our clientele.

We talked of many things as we walked about the gardens. She squeezed my hand when I took hers in mine. In a quiet corner, I stopped, and turned her to face me. For the first time, she looked at me directly and gave me a little smile that seemed to blot out her fears. “You should smile like that more often.” I told her. “It is such a lovely smile.”

She blushed slightly, but seemed pleased with my compliment.

“May I kiss you?” I asked.

She answered by leaning towards me, her eyes closed, her lips puckered. I almost laughed at the childish way she offered herself, but I quickly told myself that she did not yet know any other way.

My lips caressed hers softly. Then I embraced her, and we carried on with our walk. I watched how she seemed to become more at ease with me as we chatted.

At one point she interrupted me. “Tell me about the ladies you’ve met. What were they like?”

I thought a bit before I answered. “There’s never been one that I wished I hadn’t met. One or two, I wasn’t so keen on, perhaps, but overall, they’ve been fine. In fact, most have been lovely, and I’ve generally loved my time with them. Not once was I disgusted by what I was called upon to do. And I’ve earned a good deal of money.”

She held me back. “I think I feel better now, thank you, Francine. Er… just one more question. Will you teach me? I do hope so.”

I told her I would, then added, “Would you like to begin today? Or perhaps tomorrow, to give you time to get prepared?”

She took a deep breath. “I think right now would be best–?”

When we had reached my usual room, I ushered her in and, upon closing the door, beckoned her to me. I took her into my arms and put my lips to hers once more, whispering, just as they met, “Kiss me.”

This time, she tried to kiss in earnest. Soon, she began to copy me. She was obviously inexperienced, but still, her youth and her willingness made her efforts diverting.

I did not use the same methods as Chantelle had with me, all that time ago. I didn’t feel that Antoinette would be comfortable putting on a display for me just yet. Rather, I edged her toward the bed even as our lips remained joined.

Her body trembled as we lay down. She seemed to be extremely anxious. Gently, I held her to me, my fingers softly tickling her ear and her neck. Her arms lay flat beside her. I traced my fingers down to her hand, giving it a little squeeze, then rose upward once again, maintaining the softest, most feathery touch possible.

When I reached her neck, she raised her arms and wrapped them around me. She did not draw me to her, but at least she was embracing me. I pulled her closer, and slightly onto her side, my hand going to her back, all the time lightly caressing her – down to her waist, then up along her side. I did this several times until, at last, I brushed the side of her small breast with my thumb. She did not react in any way, as she seemed more preoccupied with our kiss.

I stroked her neck again. Then a little lower, across the front of her gown. I pulled back from the kiss, gazing at her, and letting my arm rest upon her bosom as my fingers softly tickled the small exposed area between the décolletage and her throat.

“Pleasing?” I asked her quietly.

Her smile told me enough. I looked into her eyes as my hand moved upon her breast. Her own hand came around between us, pressing mine, and she nodded slightly.

I closed my hand, squeezing the small breast beneath her garment. She pressed my hand again and kept it there as I unfastened one button, then another, and another, until I had pushed the dress aside.

I was looking down at two beautiful, budding breasts. “So lovely.” I said.

Her smile broadened when I cupped one in my hand. Softly I moved my fingers in circles, gradually approaching the centre. Her eyes closed, and I knew the point of no return was near. My touch was giving her pleasure.

Her eyes flew open when my fingers took hold of a nipple, but there was no protest, merely a sort of awed expression on her face. Her eyes closed once more, and she took another deep breath. I played for a while, moving from one nipple to the other, watching them grow and stiffen at my touch. Then I lowered my head, kissing one nipple delicately before drawing it into my mouth.

My hand now went to her stomach, wandering from side to side, lower and still lower. I pressed her front, where her small mound was, but did not linger there. I proceeded, rather, to draw up her skirts. Her legs were soft as down, yet smooth as marble. My hand was on the outside of her thigh when I reached her drawers. Gently, I made my way toward the middle, but, teasing her, went down the leg once more. For a moment, I fondled her knee, then came up again slowly, this time between her legs. Reaching her drawers once more, I paused, waiting for any sign that she was ready for my touch, my hand resting between her legs.

There was the slightest of movements: ever so subtly, she spread her legs further apart. This was enough for me. I went up under her skirts, but still outside her coarse, homespun drawers, until I was at her mound again. I paused once again, as still, I suckled her nipple.

Gently, I cupped my palm and bore down, pressing the heel of my hand into her pussy. I curled my fingers, rubbing her, caressing her mound, until she pushed upward to meet my touch.

Taking hold of her undergarment at the waist, I eased the front down, softly skimming her flesh. She gave a little squirm, a clear indication that she was now ready for more.

I pulled the undergarment lower. My hand once again covered her mound, but with no cloth between us now. My palm ground her clitty, and my fingers lay along the tight slit beneath. I began to move, feeling her with the lightest of touches. She gave a low moan, and her fingers clutched my neck. She was quite wet. I slipped slowly into her centre, and a tightness gripped me there.

Again, her legs spread a bit wider, and I penetrated further. I raised my head from her breast, and she opened her eyes. “Francine,” she whispered. I began to move my fingers in and out of her, watching her expression all the while. Then she pulled me down, and our lips met once more.

Now her hips were moving, meeting my hand. Suddenly, she gasped into my mouth just as my thumb t found her clit. I began to massage her, gradually quickening as her body responded.

She broke the kiss, pulling my head alongside hers and holding me fiercely as she stiffened. She shuddered, then tried to lift her body, straining an instant before she started to shake in earnest. My little lost babe was coming – for the first time in her life.

She neither shouted or screamed, merely issuing a stream of ooh’s. Her climax did not last long, although for a moment it was quite intense. She kissed my ear, then my cheek, before I lay beside her and let her rest.

“Why was I frightened?” she said after a while, more to herself than to me. “That was so … bonny.”

I brushed her cheek, and she turned and kissed my fingers. “When is my next lesson?” she asked.

“Tomorrow, my little lovely.”

“Oh… so long?”

“Well,” I said. “You may practise your assignments at home.”

On to Chapter Six!

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Again, there is no lesbian content in this story. If that’s a deal breaker, go check out anything else we’ve got. Those of you with discerning taste, read on and enjoy.

Esther ran toward the sound.

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

Illustration by Bruno Traven

In former times, when magical vapors filled the air, there lived a young girl who loved to be naked. Her name was Esther, and she dwelled with her grandmother in a cottage between a lake and a deep wood.

During the winter, Esther would cover herself in woolens and furs, as other girls do, but come the spring, as the sun rose higher each day, and blossoms appeared on the chestnut trees, she would place her clothes in the box beneath her bed and forget about them for weeks on end. She knew no greater pleasure than to play by the lakeshore with the sun on her back and the breeze encircling her slender limbs.

Esther’s grandmother never fretted over her indifference to modesty. A naked child is the soul of innocence, after all, and there were practical conveniences as well: Esther didn’t leave soiled clothes to wash, and if she turned up at the cottage door with schmutz on her bottom, a quick dousing in the lake would take care of the problem.

As the girl grew, however, and the points of her bosom began to push forward, her grandmother worried she would attract the wrong sort of attention from the hunters and fishermen who frequented the lake.

“Esther, you’re almost grown up,” she said one day, lighting her little pipe. “It’s time you covered yourself like a proper lady.”

“But Grandma, clothes are such a bother,” the girl replied. “I like nothing better.”

“Do me one favor, at least,” Grandmother said, and, opening the door to her wardrobe, she withdrew a red, hooded cloak. “This belonged to your mom,” she said. “Wear it when you leave the cottage, and keep it closed if anyone approaches.”

With that, she laid the cloak across her granddaughter’s shoulders and tied the hood beneath her chin. The scarlet folds hung to Esther’s knees, and, when pulled tight in front, they were just full enough to hide her glabrous cleft.

“There,” Grandmother said. “How does that feel?”

“Like I’m tied up in a sack.”

“Live with it,” Grandmother said. “Now go, like a good girl, and gather some kindling for the fire.”

“But Grandma—”

“Do as I say now.”

Sighing and scowling, Esther left the cottage with her basket. The cloak weighed on her like stone. She threw it off one shoulder, lightening her burden somewhat, and strode along with half her body exposed.

The ground near the cottage had been picked nearly clean of dry branches, and every day, Esther had to venture further into the woods for kindling.

“This is silly,” she thought. “The air is so nice, and there’s no one around. Why must I suffer so?”

Just then, a stiff wind tousled the treetops, sending a wealth of dead twigs clattering to the forest floor. As Esther bent to pick them up, she thought she heard a far-off cry, as of an animal caught in a trap. She straightened up and listened, and in a moment, she heard it again — distant, but unmistakable. The voice was human, and in great distress.

Esther ran toward the sound. Her cloak rose on the air behind her, but she gave no thought to her state of undress. Anyone in such dire straits would care only about being rescued. They would hardly notice their rescuer was naked.

The cries grew more distinct, and Esther thought she heard more than one voice. Soon she came to a rise in the ground. There was a steep drop on the other side, and she found herself at the crest of a stony hill. Down below, a dark figure lay half-sunk in a pool of mud, struggling to right itself, while two boys laughed at it, pelting it with sticks and clods of filth.

“Stop that!” Esther shouted. It was a foolish thing to do. She was a mere slip of a girl. How could she chase off these ruffians, who were older and bigger than she? But her anger rose at the sight of such cruelty. The words were out of her mouth before she knew it.

And yet, the boys, looking up at her, were struck dumb. They staggered backward, as if overcome with fear, and in a moment, they ran off as fast as their legs could carry them. For they believed the vision that loomed above them — a shadowy pillar (for the sun was at her back) with golden hair that glowed like a halo — was nothing less than the goddess of the woods, come to avenge their victim. They thought themselves lucky to escape with their lives.

Esther carefully made her way down the slope, following a little stream that flowed over moss-covered stones. The mud puddle grew at the point where the stream cut through a path in the lower forest, and there lay an old woman, clothed in rags. Her face was black, and a wart the size of a baby’s fist clung to her nose.

“They thought she was a witch,” Esther said to herself, and though she did not believe in witches, the sight of this dark-skinned hag made her uneasy. She drew her cloak about her. For the first time, she was glad her grandmother had insisted she wear it.

“Child, please help me!” the woman said. “My stick is over yonder.”

The old woman’s voice was soft as a dove’s, and Esther saw there was no harm in her. She relaxed her grip on the inside of her cloak and, looking about, saw a shillelagh of polished blackthorn lying not far off. She retrieved it and held it out to the woman, who took hold of the knob.

Clutching the thin end with both hands, Esther pulled as hard as she could. It was the greatest weight she had ever tried to lift, but after a few moments of strain, the old woman was hauled to her feet. She was shorter than Esther, and as wide as she was tall.

“Oh, look at my clothes,” she said. “They’re covered in mud.”

“And they’re torn!” Esther said.

“Oh, they’ve always been torn.”

“No, I mean really — in back.”

The woman peered over her shoulder, but she could not see what Esther saw — a rent down the length of her spine that exposed her fat, lumpish hams.

“Your bottom is out!” Esther said. Pity and politeness prevented her from adding it was not a pretty sight.

“Oh dear!” the dark woman cried. “I can’t be seen like this!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Esther removed her cloak and covered the woman’s shame with it.

“Child, you’re naked!” the woman exclaimed. “You can’t go about like that!”

“It’s all right,” said Esther. “I don’t mind.”

“You must be the spirit of the woods,” the woman said. “Let me repay your kindness.”

And, pawing through her muddy rags, she produced a sky-blue egg no bigger than the tip of Esther’s thumb. It was made of polished stone and speckled with gray.

“Oh, I can’t,” Esther said. “It’s too pretty.”

“I insist,” the woman said, folding it into Esther’s hand. “Sleep with it under your pillow, and it will bring you the same happiness it has brought me. Tomorrow I shall return your lovely cloak.”

Esther lost herself for a moment in the egg’s lustrous blue glaze. Or perhaps it was more than a moment, for when she looked up again, the old woman was gone.

***

“You should never have accepted it,” Grandmother told her. “It’s surely the only beautiful thing that poor woman owns.”

“But she said I could have it,” Esther replied, “and then she just disappeared.”

“You can return it when she brings your mother’s cloak back.”

“I don’t think I told her how to find us,” Esther said. “I can’t remember.”

Grandmother sighed.

“Well, what’s done is done,” she said. “Make up the fire.”

That night, Esther (who of course never wore anything to bed) slipped beneath her counterpane with the little blue egg in her hand. She squeezed it and turned it about in her fingers, wondering what it could possibly be made of, for it felt as heavy as lead. Then, as sleep was coming on, she tucked it beneath her pillow, as the old woman had told her to do. The woman had said the egg would bring her happiness. How could that be? It was certainly delightful to look at, but Esther suspected the woman had meant something more.

“Perhaps it will bring me pleasant dreams,” Esther thought.

She might have been asleep for hours, or for only a minute — for the spirit of slumber plays tricks with time — but at some point during the night, Esther suddenly awoke. Something made her open her eyes, though she could not have said what it was. A gust of wind? Thunder? Yet the night was quiet, but for the soothing chirp of the crickets. Perhaps it was a dream she could not recall. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes again, but sleep would not return.

Then she felt a tingle against her cheek, like the buzzing of a bee. It rose through her pillow in two short bursts, then stopped. Esther waited, mystified, her body tensing. She wondered if she was imagining things, but the double-buzz came again, louder and more insistent this time.

She reached beneath the pillow and took hold of the egg. It seemed to come alive at her touch, quivering and buzzing and shooting strange sensations up her arm. Worried her grandmother would hear the noise, she clutched it in both hands and held it to her chest. The buzzing changed at once to a soft, continuous hum, and a gentle tingling flowed through her, looping over her shoulders and skittering down her back to her legs. She pointed her toes toward the foot of the bed, as though discharging the energy into the night air, for there was simply too much for her body to contain it all.

“My,” she thought, “this is very pleasant.”

Tentatively, she rolled the egg under her hand from one side of her chest to the other, over and around her nascent breasts. When at last she summoned the courage to press the stone against one hardened nipple, her entire body resounded in harmony with it.

The vibrations were strongest lower down, in two spots Esther had never thought about much, since, until this moment, they had been useful only for the sake of her dirty business. They seemed much less distasteful now.

She rolled the egg down her tummy (giggling when it caught in her belly button) and over her hips. She avoided her pee hole, because, mysteriously, it had begun to leak, and she was afraid she might soil her new toy.

Yet she was drawn to the spot again and again, coming closer with each pass, as if playing a game of dare with herself. How close could she get without actually touching? Something inside her seemed to be swelling, trying to force its way out between her legs.

The great leap, when it arrived, might have been an accident. Esther was grinding the egg into the hard mound at the tip of her notch. That was pleasant enough, and she would have lingered there awhile but for a twinge in her back. She shifted her bottom, and the egg tipped forward a hair.

Everything changed in an instant. Esther had never felt anything so wonderful. She curled into a ball, opening herself completely and rolling the egg down through a furrow of damp, softened flesh. Beneath all the ruffles and furls was a hole she had never found a use for — it was swollen shut, but brimming with a slippery wetness that seemed to pour out of nowhere. She had only to nudge the egg with the tip of her finger before it was swallowed up.

The vibrations filled her, surrounded her, became her. She was one with them. Her mind was empty, replaced by a buzzing sphere that rolled about the inside of her head. Stars danced before her eyes. She squeezed the egg from every side, sucking up the tremors, while her fingertips discovered another magic stone, tiny but every bit as potent, above her grasping hole.

The egg seemed to know what she was feeling, for the vibrations grew stronger, leading her to unfathomable pleasures, and then, just as her body bucked and trembled to the point she feared she would never regain her sanity, they began to subside. The excitement ebbed, her legs unbent, and she lay restfully once again, but with a more profound sense of calm than she had ever known. The egg continued to quiver inside her as she drifted happily back to sleep.

Esther had no idea what had happened to her, but one thing was for sure: she was never, ever going to give that old woman her egg back.

***

She awoke next morning to the sound of a gentle rain and the sweet smell of Grandmother’s pipe. Oh, she had never slept so well! Stretching indulgently, she clenched her inner muscles to reassure herself that last night’s raptures had not been a dream. There was the egg, still nestled in what Esther now thought of as her hidey-hole. It was dormant for the time being, but who could tell when it might come to life again? She decided to leave it where it was, just in case.

There was a knock at the cottage door.

“Esther, are you awake?” Grandmother called from the hearth.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Greet our guest, would you please?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Esther did not bother to cover herself. She was preoccupied with pondering the weight of the stone in her crotch. It was nice and snug in there, and the way it moved with each step she took promised yet another bout of the yummy feelings that had astonished her during the night.

More astonishment awaited her when she opened the cottage door, for there, standing on the damp earth, was the most stunning woman she had ever seen, thin as a willow and nearly as tall. Her skin was jet-black. Her shaved head gleamed in the rain. A red gown, embroidered with columns of silver, covered her to her bare feet, and on her high bosom there rested a golden medallion that held, at its center, a sky-blue, gray-speckled egg.

In her left hand, the black woman carried Esther’s cloak.

“Good morning, little miss,” she said. “May a body come in out of the rain?”

Esther, dumbfounded, could only nod and step out of the way.

“Esther!” her grandmother called. “Who is—”

On seeing the black giantess, she stopped dead in her tracks. The stranger, whose head grazed the rafters, spoke as if the sight of her were nothing to be marveled at.

“A friend of ours asked me to return this to you,” she said. “I have been walking through the woods all night.”

She held the cloak toward Esther, who took it without a word.

Her grandmother, at last, recovered her wits.

“Esther, what do you say?”

“Th…um, thank you, ma’am,” the girl stammered.

“It’s we who thank you,” the woman said.

“Esther,” her grandmother went on, “do you have something of hers to return?”

The young girl was mortified. How could she reveal where she had hidden the egg, and how could she dig it out in front of company?

But the visitor waved the suggestion aside.

“The pretty blue egg? Oh, no, please keep that. It’s a small gift, and we have others.”

As if to illustrate the point, she laid her hand atop the blue egg on her bosom, and at the moment of that touch, the egg inside of Esther buzzed once again.

“What was that?” Grandmother said.

“I didn’t hear anything,” the visitor said. “Did you, dear?”

“N—no, ma’am,” Esther said.

“I’ll be on my way, then,” the woman said.

“I’m about to serve breakfast,” Grandmother said. “Please join us.”

“That sounds tempting, and I have a long way to go,” the woman said. As she pondered the invitation, she absently fingered her medallion. With every stroke, the egg inside of Esther quivered and pulsed. A burst of pleasure brought the girl to her knees.

“Esther, what’s wrong?” Grandmother said. “You’re shaking all over!”

“Oh!” Esther exclaimed. “Oh! Oh!”

“Your child has a good heart,” the visitor said. “And she must be very clever, to have discovered the secret so soon.”

With those words, the giantess grasped her medallion tightly. Esther was wholly overcome. She thrashed about the floor, squirting in every direction and wailing terrible obscenities — words she had never heard from her grandmother, but which seemed appropriate under the circumstances.

“She’s possessed!” Grandmother cried. “What evil have you brought among us?”

“Nonsense,” the dark stranger said. She let go of the medallion. Esther grew still, and the little blue egg dropped from between her legs.

“Oh,” Grandmother said. “I get it now.”

Moral:
A random act of charity
May be repaid with ecstasy,
But any girl with half a mind to
Will find what she has long been blind to,
For every one who’s ever been
Has got enchanted eggs within.

The End

A brief recap: Single mother and secret lesbian Amanda receives wonderful news from Caroline, the dance instructor for her eleven-year-old daughter Katie. She informs Amanda that Katie is being considered as a fairy for Latchmore House, a magical kingdom of sorts for young girls.  Amanda gets more good news the following day, when Caroline asks her on a date. That evening, Amanda finally comes out to her daughter, only to be surprised (and secretly thrilled) when Katie admits that she likes girls herself. Amanda’s date with Caroline is a rousing success. They make passionate love and share some secrets, including a mutual attraction to young girls. Now read on…

by C. Cat

On Monday morning, Amanda received a call from Cindy Franklin, Head Mistress of Latchmore House. She was very interested in meeting both Amanda and her little girl Katie.

“I’d especially like to give Katie a chance to meet and get to know the other girls,” Ms. Franklin said. “That’s the best way to see if your daughter would do well as one of the Latchmore Fairies. Mind you, I’ve heard some very glowing praise for Katie, so I’ve no doubt that she’d be a good fit. Can we pencil you in for an appointment this Saturday afternoon?”

Amanda readily agreed, smiling to herself at the thought of what it meant to be a “good fit,” in light of her talk with Caroline about her experiences as a fairy. That’s when she’d learned that Latchmore House had always been run by lesbians, women who encouraged their fairies to find love and pleasure with other girls.

Katie was thrilled to learn that they had free tickets for a tea party at Latchmore on the weekend. She’d visited there before, but never for a special event like this where the fairies were guaranteed to be there. Amanda hadn’t yet told Katie that she might be offered the chance to become a fairy herself — that had been arranged as a special surprise.

The weather was beautiful when they arrived. After checking in, they sat outside near a fountain with a group, mostly mothers and younger daughters. There, tea and sandwiches were served. Afterward, as trays of little cakes were brought out, there was a murmur from the crowd – some of the girls had spotted the fairies capering in the woods.

The fairies were shy at first, disappearing when they were spotted. Soon they were a little bolder, staying longer and even waving at the onlookers. Before very long, the little girls were calling to the fairies, pleading with them to come out and play.

Eventually, some of the fairies who had instruments gathered together and began to play a lilting melody. Other fairies gradually came dancing out of the forest, coming together in a circle.

As they moved around the circle, every now and then one of the fairies would break off and choose a little girl from the crowd to join them. They would have the girls follow along with simple steps, and soon almost all of the youngsters were dancing.

Amanda felt a warmth growing inside as she watched the little girls caper in their pretty sundresses. She especially appreciated the girls with shorter skirts, the kind that put their bare legs on display. As the dance continued, Amanda noticed that the fairies seemed to be encouraging the girls to spin around, so their skirts would rise up for an occasional glimpse of their knickers.

As Katie danced with the others, several of the fairies gave her especially bright smiles. Some of them even winked at her. She thought they were all beautiful, but it wasn’t just their faces she noticed. Instead, she was transfixed by the skimpy material of the fairies’ dresses, which displayed their lithe bodies to delicious effect. Right from the start she felt butterflies in her tummy. They’re all so… so sexy! She couldn’t help but picture herself undressing them, touching them, even kissing them all over. The very idea made her shiver.

When the music stopped, everyone cheered. The fairies then quickly seated themselves in a distant circle around one of their own number, an adorable blonde who began to sing a folk song in her sweet, clear soprano. Some of the girls, Katie included, slowly wandered back to join their mothers as they listened. Everyone was silent, enraptured by the young fairy’s beautiful song.

Katie’s eyes were drawn to one little redheaded fairy with bright green eyes. The way she was sitting, Katie could see right up her skirt. Glancing around nervously, she quickly realised that no one else had noticed but her. It felt wrong to stare, but the sight was much too compelling. Katie looked again, wishing she could see even more.

Then the girl shifted, and Katie barely managed to stop herself from gasping out loud. She could see everything now, and there were no panties to block her view — just the bare beauty of the girl’s cunny.

Katie’s heart was pounding frantically, and she felt warm all over. Common sense told her to look away, but she just couldn’t. It’s so pretty! She wanted to touch herself, right there in front of everyone.

Though still a girl of eleven who had only recently admitted to herself she was gay, Katie had actually known the truth for much longer. Even so, her experience with girls was very limited. She’d practised kissing a few times with some girls at summer camp, but felt obliged to pretend she was only rehearsing for kissing boys when she was older. Admitting her real feelings to any of the girls she knew didn’t seem possible — she was much too bashful.

What Katie lacked in experience, she made up with a vivid imagination. After the conversation with her mother about her preference for girls, she’d been thinking more and more about lesbian sex. Most of her fantasies were about girls her age, particularly when they had long slender legs, tight little bottoms, and were just beginning to grow breasts. Whenever she got scolded for being distracted in school or dance class, thinking of girls like that was usually the reason.

But she liked older women, too. Although partial to those on the petite side, she absolutely loved women with nice big boobs. There was just something about a slim woman with breasts that seemed a little too big for her body — just like Jordan from the mall and, she recently realised, her own mother. At first Katie felt guilty about thinking about her mum that way, but had to admit she was dead sexy.

Drifting off into an idle fantasy of the little redheaded fairy, Katie forgot that she was still staring. So when she glanced up, she got a shock — the girl’s big green eyes were locked on hers! There was no hiding what she was looking at, or what she was thinking, so Katie braced herself for what would happen next. Would the girl get upset, even make a scene?

In fact, nothing like that happened. The girl just smiled, showing her braces. Then, almost imperceptibly, she spread her knees a little wider before giving Katie a nod of approval.

Omigosh, Katie marvelled. She… she wants me to look!

More than that, the flush in the redhead’s cheeks and what appeared to be a hint of wetness between her legs made it clear: she was excited, too.

Katie felt the ache in that special spot as it cried out for attention. She squeezed her thighs together and shifted her body a bit, but that wasn’t enough. She desperately needed to touch herself.

Wondering if she ought to excuse herself for a trip to the toilet, Katie was so caught up in the moment that she failed to notice two other fairies who had drifted up behind her. Her fingers were within inches of her throbbing sex when she heard a noise behind her and flinched. Before she knew what was what, one of the fairies had bent to whisper in her ear. “Would you like to come and play with us?”

Had they noticed anything? Kate hadn’t quite touched herself yet, but the way she’d started and the guilty expression on her face must’ve been obvious. She took a breath to calm herself, then looked to her mother for permission. If Mum could tell what Katie had just been thinking, she didn’t let on.

Amanda gave her daughter a warm smile. “Go ahead, sweetheart, I’m sure they have a lot to show you.”

“We do,” the fairies said in unison. Each took one of Katie’s hands and helped the girl to her feet, then led her down a nearby path.

As the fairies took her with them, Katie noticed that most of the other girls had also been taken aside. A few were jumping and spinning about with a couple of fairies; some, like herself, were being guided into the woods; and one little girl was seated with her fairy in a shady spot, eyes wide as she listened to a story.

***

Amanda watched as the fairies wandered away with Katie, briefly admiring their cute little bums, already imagining what lovely games the three of them might play together. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if they made love to her? she mused. I can’t imagine a nicer introduction to sex.

Once the trio had disappeared into the forest, Amanda shifted her attention to the remaining girls. In particular, there was one especially lovely redheaded fairy seated close by. My God… she’s absolutely perfect! She pictured herself reaching under that snug-fitting dress and slipping the girl’s panties off, then burrowing between those silken thighs. Tracing that sweet pink slit with my tongue, capturing the taste of her, savouring it… 

A woman’s voice suddenly broke into Amanda’s wicked reverie, making her jump. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

Swivelling around to see an unfamiliar woman standing over her, Amanda blurted, “What? Oh, yes, I s-suppose.” Taking a deep breath, she struggled to compose herself, painfully aware of her flushed cheeks.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you,” the woman said. She extended a hand. “I’m Cindy Franklin.”

Taking Ms. Franklin’s hand, Amanda replied, “Oh, yes… um, Amanda Peters. I’m Katie’s mum.”

Cindy Franklin was absolutely gorgeous. She wore a yellow sundress with a low-cut neckline, a cinched waist that accented her trim figure, and a skirt that stopped a couple inches above the knees showing off her long athletic legs. Her blonde hair seemed to sparkle in the sun. Even though she must have been a few years older than Amanda, she had the sort of rosy skin that made it impossible to guess her age.

Ms. Franklin nodded. “Yes, I thought that was you. I’m so glad you and your daughter could join us today. I hope Katie is having a good time!”

“Thank you, Ms. Franklin. Um, yes, she’s having a lovely time. She just left a moment ago with a pair of your fairies.”

“Please, call me Cindy. Yes, that was Piper and Melissa. I asked them to show her around… I hope that’s okay. You see, I wanted to have a chance for the two of us to chat.”

By then, Amanda would have followed her anywhere. “Absolutely.”

“Let’s take a stroll, then. The gardens are beautiful, after all.” Taking her hand again, Cindy helped Amanda to stand, and they set off.

Amanda didn’t let go, either. Cindy’s grasp was warm and comforting, like a mummy holding her little girl’s hand. She’d often fantasised about finding a woman who made her feel like a young girl, and something about Cindy made her feel secure and looked after. A flush of warmth ran through her body as she imagined what it might be like to love this kind, strong woman.

As for Cindy, she found herself to be quite attracted to Amanda. When her close friend and former Latchmore fairy Caroline had nominated Amanda’s daughter Katie to be a fairy herself, she’d let Cindy know that the girl’s mother was as sweet and genuine as she was beautiful. Cindy had to agree, already hoping that she and Amanda might become friends, hopefully lovers. The woman had a sweet submissive side that made Cindy want to possess her and care for her.

It was clear to see Amanda was attracted to her too, but desire alone wasn’t always enough. Most young girls quickly adapted to the unique culture of Latchmore House, but women who had grown up with the baggage of society sometimes had a much more difficult time adjusting to the Latchmore way.

If Amanda was to be brought into their circle, Cindy needed to know how close to the edge the woman was willing to go. That meant pushing her a little more than she might expect.

“May I ask you something… personal?” Cindy said as she led Amanda to a bench in a quiet green bower, where they seated themselves. She rested a hand on the younger woman’s knee.

Amanda nodded. “Yes. Anything.” She felt a renewed twinge of excitement. Could Cindy be interested in her as more than just the mother of a potential recruit?

“Just before I introduced myself, you were looking at a little redheaded girl. What were you thinking at that moment?”

A pang of fear surged through Amanda. She saw me looking? She knows? Oh my God, oh my GOD.

Before there was even time to think, Amanda was speaking, trying to shield herself. “Um, I was just, uh, thinking how pretty…”

“No,” Cindy cut her off calmly, but with an edge to her voice. “She is pretty, yes… but you and I both know it was more than that. At Latchmore, we are always open and honest with our sisters. It’s our way. I want the next words you speak to be the truth, Amanda. The truth.”

Sisters. The word hung in the air for a moment. At first it seemed out of place, but then her thoughts fell together like pieces of a puzzle. She already knows the answer, Amanda told herself, now she’s trying to find out if I trust her. Maybe even more than a sister would.

Common sense told Amanda to deny her feelings. That was the voice she always listened to… and she was well acquainted with the guilt and shame that fed it. But at the same time, there was something about Cindy that she responded to, that made her want to be honest about her desires.

Can I really tell her this… the one secret I’ve never shared with anyone, not even a lover?

It was an enormous gamble, one Amanda suddenly knew she wanted to take.

“I…” she started to speak, but her voice cracked. Staring down at her restless hands, she tried again. “I… really did think she was pretty, yes… But you’re right, there was more to it. I thought she was sexy, too… and that excited me.” Now that she’s begun, the words flowed more freely. “I was imagining what it would be like to – to take her knickers off. To take all her clothes off. I w-wanted to lick her pussy… to find out what she tastes like.”

Bracing herself for Cindy’s response, Amanda raised her head, made eye contact. To her enormous awe and relief, the woman was smiling.

Cindy opened her arms and Amanda fell into them, hugging her new friend as she began to cry.

“Good girl,” Cindy said, cradling the sobbing Amanda to her. “Thank you for being brave, sweetheart. I know that was hard, but it’s important that you and I be honest with each other.”

Amanda wept quietly for a little while, finally calming herself. Gently breaking away, she sat up straight. “Oh, hell,” she muttered, quickly withdrawing a tissue and wiping her face. “I’m sure I look perfectly awful now…”

“Not at all,” said Cindy, carefully placing her hand on the younger woman’s upper thigh. “You’re lovelier than ever.”

Amanda turned to look at Cindy, unable to speak. Tears were still in her eyes, but Cindy also saw desire. Leaning in, she kissed Amanda on the mouth.

The kiss was gentle, sensual. They both enjoyed the lingering pace, not so much passionate as warm and filled with affection. When they broke apart, they paused to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Caroline told me quite a lot about you, but I didn’t expect you to be this special.” Cindy whispered as she stroked Amanda’s hair. “I hope this is the start of something more.”

“I… I’d like that, too.”

“You understand that things are different here. We follow our own rules when it comes to relationships.”

“Caroline told me a few things about that… I’m sure that I have a lot to learn, though.”

Cindy’s hand trailed from down from Amanda’s hair, pausing to caress her neck. “Then you came to the right teacher,” she said, playfully tapping her new friend on the nose like she was a cute little schoolgirl, “and I have just the thing for your first lesson.”

Rising from the bench, Cindy took Amanda by the hand and led her down the path.

Soon they came upon an old building that was once a carriage house, but had long since been renovated. Cindy led Amanda to an office on the second floor, but didn’t take her inside. Instead, she had Amanda sit on a bench out front.

“If you wouldn’t mind waiting for a few minutes, I have to make some arrangements.”

“Of course,” Amanda said, eager to please her new teacher.

Sitting on the bench, she started to feel a little like a schoolgirl who’d been summoned to the principal’s office. She was a little nervous about what Cindy might be planning, but that just excited her all the more.

After about ten minutes, Cindy called out to her. Like an obedient girl, Amanda entered and stood before Cindy’s desk, hands clasped before her.

Rising from behind the desk, Cindy came over to Amanda, then began to circle her. It felt as if she was being inspected, even appraised. Strangely enough, she found herself turned on by it. Unsure how to respond, Amanda chose to remain silent, looking forward.

“Are you ready to begin?” Cindy whispered in her ear as she brought her body closer to Amanda’s.

“I am,” Amanda said, struggling to keep calm as she felt a hand slide up her leg, then slowly lift the skirt of her sundress.

She was already wet with excitement, unable to stifle a whimper as Cindy patted her panty-covered ass. “First, these knickers have to go. Take them off, then hold your skirt up.”

Amanda dutifully obeyed, pushing the sodden panties down, then letting them fall to ring her ankles. Taking hold of the skirt, she hoisted it to her waist, putting her sex on full display. She’d always been a fairly modest woman, never one for flaunting her nudity, but she now found herself thrilled by the sheer lewdness of what she was up to now: standing before another woman, showing her cunt off like a wicked child.

“Very pretty,” Cindy said, still examining her, “I love your shaved pussy.”

“Thank you, Miss Cindy,” Amanda said. It didn’t seem right to call a teacher by her first name alone.

Cindy stood face to face with Amanda. “Do you understand that always being honest with your sisters – even if it feels uncomfortable to you — is our most important rule?”

“I understand, Miss Cindy.”

“That’s what we’re going to practice now,” Cindy said. Placing a hand on Amanda’s shoulder, she gently turned the woman around.

Amanda’s eyes went wide when she saw a third person standing there: the little redheaded fairy from the garden.

“Amanda, this is Rayne. Rayne, this is Katie’s mum, Amanda. I think she has something she needs to tell you. It’s about what she was thinking when she saw you earlier today.”

A jolt of panic hit Amanda, harder than it had the first time she was asked to share her true thoughts. Telling Cindy was one thing, but could she admit her deepest, darkest desire to a little girl?

She was frightened, yes… but in addition to the fear, she knew excitement. After all, isn’t this what I’ve dreamed of for ages?

In her shock, she almost forgot she was standing in front of the girl with her skirt held high, panties at her feet. By the time she noticed, it was too late to cover up. The look on Rayne’s face wasn’t one of surprise, though. In fact the girl, who couldn’t have been a day over twelve, was staring at Amanda’s pussy with a distinct hunger in her eyes.

Feeling helpless and exposed, Amanda had no choice but to be honest.

“I… I was looking at you in the garden today and thought about how sexy and beautiful you looked. I imagined what it would be like to kiss you, undress you, and caress your body. I wanted to touch you everywhere, then spread your legs and, and lick you until you came. Then I wanted you to… to do the same to me.”

“Did you feel like masturbating when you were watching her?” Cindy asked. She was now seated in a plush accent chair.

“I did.”

Cindy turned to the girl. “What do you think about that?”

Rayne grinned. “I’m glad she likes me like that. I think she’s sexy, too.”

“Would you like to watch while Amanda makes herself come?”

The little girl nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

“You heard the girl,” Cindy told Amanda. “Touch your cunt. Come for her.”

Amanda was still in a mild state of shock, but she couldn’t deny the hunger she felt for the little girl, as well as her desire to please Cindy. Perching on the edge of the desk, she spread her legs apart to give Rayne a good view.

Running two fingers up and down her slit, she watched Rayne carefully, imagining that it was the girl who was touching her there. Drifting back into her fantasy from earlier, Amanda pictured herself slipping off the little girl’s fairy dress, caressing her bare body, bending to lick and suckle the tips of her budding breasts. Her excitement grew as she imagined kneeling before Rayne, nuzzling her slit. Was she silky smooth down there, or might she have a sprinkling of pubic down that matched the bright red of her hair?

It was easy to see that Rayne was becoming aroused, too. She slid a hand down each thigh, finally grasping the hem of her skirt. Instead of lifting it, though, she slowly spread her knees. Inch by inch, the young girl allowed more of her slender legs and inner thighs to be seen.

The little vixen, Amanda thought. She’s teasing me!

As if Rayne could read her mind, she gave the skirt an unexpected jerk, yanking it up to her chest.

Amanda gasped, her head spinning like a crazed carousel at what she saw. Beneath the dress, the little girl was completely naked. The sight of Rayne’s pretty pink cunny made her mouth water.

“Tell Amanda how old you are, child,” Cindy murmured.

“I just turned eleven. Just like Katie, ‘cept she’s a month older.”

Cindy studied Amanda thoughtfully. “Know something, Rayne? I’ve got a very distinct feeling that Katie’s mummy wants to lick her little girl’s cunt, just like she wants to lick yours. Am I right, Amanda?”

By that point, Amanda was pumping two fingers deep into her vagina while using the other hand to work her clitoris. She was short of breath, but still managed to gasp, “Yes, oh God, yes. I want to, to m-make love to my daughter.” She was revelling in her lewdness, suddenly eager to reveal her most dangerous secrets.

“I’d like to see you do that,” Rayne said, still holding her dress high, then she gave a slight pout. “Wish my mum would make love to me. She wants to, I can tell… guess she’s too scared.”

Cindy stroked her chin. “Your mother’s gay, isn’t she?” Rayne nodded. “She’s certainly a lovely woman. I’ll be sure to spend some time with her on our next Parents Day. We’ll have a nice chin wag, just us two. Who knows… maybe we can make your dream come true.”

“That would be so, so awesome!” Rayne exclaimed, slipping a hand between her thin thighs.

“What about Katie?” Cindy purred – stealing a glance at Amanda, who was still frantically masturbating. “You had a good look at her when we were in the grove… how would you like to lick that sweet little girl?”

Rayne was toying with her slit. “Oohhh, I’d love to. Can Miss Amanda also be there? That’s what I’d really like – to fuck Katie and her mummy!”

Hearing this girl of eleven voice her hot, forbidden fantasy proved too much for Amanda. She cried, “Yes! Oh, yes!” as the first wave of ecstasy came crashing down, shuddering helplessly as she continued to pleasure herself.

Once the storm of her orgasm had dwindled, she felt a rush of guilt. Not only had she masturbated in front of a child, she’d confessed her lustful desire for Katie. My God… what have I done? What’s wrong with me? Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was unable to stifle a choked sob.

Cindy seemed about to comfort her, but Rayne reacted first, hastening over to give Amanda a hug. “Don’t cry, Miss Amanda,” the girl said, “We were just having nice feelings. I like you… and I ‘specially liked watching you! I hope we can do more, lots more.”

Cupping the girl’s face, Amanda touched her lips to Rayne’s forehead, then gave her a tender kiss on the mouth. “Bless you, sweet child,” she whispered. She settled back on the desk’s edge, brushing tears away with the back of her hand.

“Miss Cindy?” Rayne said. “I think I know how to make her feel better.” She whispered something in the woman’s ear.

“A capital idea!” Cindy exclaimed. She hugged the young girl, who quickly tugged her fairy dress down and off, tossing it aside. Now she was completely nude. “Amanda, why don’t you join Rayne on the couch. She has a treat for you.”

Those awkward feelings of shame seemed to evaporate like morning mist as Amanda pushed herself up from the desktop, then advanced toward the naked eleven-year-old, already tingling with anticipation. Mere moments after her last orgasm, she was yearning for more.

Throwing both arms around Amanda’s neck, Rayne kissed her. This kiss was considerably more heated, the girl’s tongue darting between the woman’s parted lips. Amanda was quick to match Rayne’s passion with her own, hugging the child’s bare body to her clothed one.

When she finally pulled away, a hungry-eyed Rayne said. “You’ll need to lay down.” She pointed to the couch. “I want to take a pony ride on your face.” Then she giggled, which made her seem even younger.

Pausing to step out of her shoes, then shrug out of her dress and bra, Amanda stretched out on the red velvet sofa. Ready. Waiting.

Rayne straddled her older lover’s face, that tantalisingly bare cunt nearly brushing from Amanda’s lips, She  could feel its warmth.

“Put your tongue inside me,” the girl instructed as she lowered herself.

As Rayne’s sex drew closer, Amanda let her tongue slip inside the moist opening and moved it around a bit, tasting a little girl for the very first time. The flavour was clean, tart and utterly luscious, like some juicy, ripe fruit she’d never tried before.

A moan could be heard from above. “Ohhhh… you’re a good pony,” Rayne sighed as she began to rock her hips back and forth. Amanda simply had to reach up and squeeze those darling little buttocks, feeling them clench and release as the girl moved against her.

“That’s it,” Cindy said, a breathy quality to her voice. “Fuck her face, Rayne.”

Those words seemed to make everything real. I’m going down on a little girl, an astonished Amanda told herself. The same age as my daughter. I wanted something like this for so long, and now it’s happening. She felt the silky softness of the girl’s thighs framing her cheeks, and drove her tongue in further. Take me, Rayne. Take me, make me yours. Be my lover.

She could see the girl swaying, her eyes closed, mouth gone slack. Then she noticed that Rayne had a hand between her legs, playing with her clit as Amanda continued to lick.

That perky little bottom seemed to fit her hands perfectly. She cupped it, explored its roundness, let her fingers trail through the cleft of Rayne’s arse. An approving hum from the child let Amanda know she was on the right track.

Finding the taut rosebud with the tip of her index finger, she pressed inward. Rayne inhaled sharply when Amanda penetrated her rectum, right up to the third knuckle. The ease with which she’d achieved entry told her that Rayne had done this before. The cry that broke from the girl’s throat told Amanda that she loved it.

A heartbeat later, she felt the girl’s body go tense. The world held its breath for the briefest eternity, then those thin but powerful thighs clamped around Amanda’s head as Rayne shrieked out, gobsmacked by a frenzied orgasm that seemed to go on forever – or at least until she cried, “Stop, p-please stop!”

Dazed and winded, Rayne slumped against the back cushions of the sofa when Amanda stopped licking her. It took a few moments for the eleven-year-old to recover, but she had unfinished business with her grownup partner. Finally catching her breath, she climbed down, kneeling next to where Amanda lay.

“Thank you, Miss Amanda,” Rayne gave her a kiss, pausing to sample her own juices from the woman’s coated lips. “Now it’s my turn.”

Moving down to the end of the couch, the cute redhead pushed Amanda’s legs wide apart, looking up at her with those pretty green eyes and a smile, then bent down to give the woman’s juicy slit a long lick. The touch of Rayne’s tongue made Amanda squirm with delight. “Christ almighty,” she moaned.

As Rayne’s skilled tongue worked its magic, Amanda raised her hips, encouraging the girl to suck her clit, or at least probe deeper into the vaginal opening. But Rayne refused to be rushed, focused as she was on licking curlicues through the folds of Amanda’s labia. It felt lovely, but those feather-light flicks of the tongue were more of a tease than a release. She seemed so happy, too – all cute and playful, as if she was having fun with her Barbie dolls instead of performing oral sex on a grown woman.

Just when Amanda was on the verge of screaming, Rayne abruptly switched tactics, plunging deep into her new lover’s core, licking out all of the honey she could gulp down.

God, she’s good at this, Amanda told herself, bracing herself for the coming storm. She could feel it massing inside, building into something enormous. Here it comes here it comes here it comes…

But just as she was set to go off like a firework, Rayne pulled away, raising her head. Amanda stared at the girl in disbelief. What the actual fuck…?

“I love the taste of your pussy, Miss Amanda… I bet Katie will love it just as much!” she declared, then lunged forward, taking the woman’s clitoris between her lips to suck.

It didn’t take more than a few flicks of Rayne’s tongue to push Amanda over the edge. “Ohhh, yes, YES! J-just like that! Oh, GOD!” she wailed, then gave herself up to the moment’s ecstasy. All she could do was let it happen, ride the wave wherever it took her. She drifted for a while, then the motion ceased.

After a long while, her eyes fluttered open to see a smiling Rayne, perched on the arm of the sofa. “That was really nice, Miss Amanda. I hope we can do it again. Maybe Katie will be playing with us next time!”

These words warmed Amanda’s heart. “I hope so, love. We’ll see,” she said, extending her arms to the  girl. Rayne crawled into her embrace, and the two shared a gentle but passion-filled kiss, their tongues engaging in a slow dance.

I’m tasting my cunt on a little girl’s mouth, Amanda thought. How amazing is that?

Rayne’s lips and chin were still moist when she hopped up. “I need to go now, but I know we’ll meet again,” she said, taking Amanda’s hand. “I love you.” And with that, she hastened from the room, pausing to snatch up her fairy dress along the way.

“I… I love you too,” Amanda whispered. But the child was already gone.

She sat up; glanced about. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Cindy, who was still seated in the accent chair. Now, however, the older woman was nude from the waist down, her legs open.

Lazily stroking her slit, Cindy smiled. “My, that was an impressive show! Watching you and Rayne got me all hot and juicy, and now I’m in need of relief. I think you need to come over here and pleasure me.” She spread her thighs even wider, causing her vagina to open slightly.

“Yes, Miss Cindy,” Amanda said, happy for the opportunity to serve her new mentor.

Soon she was kneeling between Cindy’s legs, licking a pathway through the droplets of wetness on the woman’s inner thighs before gently circling the opening with the tip of her tongue.

“Lovely,” Cindy breathed. “You’ll fit in very nicely at Latchmore, my dear.”

Using finger and thumb to open her teacher’s cunt, Amanda probed deep inside the fiery pinkness, far as her tongue could reach.

She heard a contented sigh from Cindy, who went on to say, “By the way, Rayne has a rather naughty idea in mind – one I’m sure you’ll like.” She was stroking Amanda’s hair.

“Mmm?” Amanda said between licks.

“Soon as she sees your daughter, Rayne plans to give her a big, messy kiss… just so Katie will taste your pussy on her lips. Think of that! She’ll know what Rayne has been up to, she just won’t know who with!” Cindy chuckled. “Can you imagine what your little girl will think when she finds out the truth?”

It was a scheme that couldn’t fail to excite Amanda. She began to lick Cindy more aggressively, burying her mouth in the wet, pungent flesh.

“That’s – oh, yessss, that’s it,” Cindy said. “Mmmmm, such a good, obedient girl…”

Amanda was surprised at how Cindy’s praise – Miss Cindy, she reminded herself – made her glow inside. Determined to make her teacher genuinely happy, she paused briefly to lick her lips before moving on to the tiny bud of the woman’s clit, taking it between her lips to suck.

Moments later, Miss Cindy was gasping in ecstasy. Her fingers were tangled in Amanda’s blonde tresses as she came, her honey flowing into the younger woman’s mouth.

On to Chapter Five!

by Kinkychic

It was a few weeks later that I awoke to the sound of cannon-fire coming from the direction of the harbour. A boom like distant thunder told me the fort had shot off one of the big 36-pounders, but there were also many smaller explosions.

I jostled Mother as we ran out the door. It was barely dawn, the sun not yet above the horizon. People seemed to be running in all directions, some eager to see what was happening, others fleeing, determined to get as far away as possible.

Soldiers poured from buildings, fastening their uniforms as they ran. Many looked to be still quite drunk from the night before. It would have been comical if it had not been so frightening.

“What do we do, Mother?” I asked her.

“We should go to the old harbour wall to find out if it’s safe to stay,” she replied. “But wait here a minute.” She ran back inside before returning, stuffing her large purse and a pistol into her bag. The purse contained all our savings.

When we climbed the steps to the top of the wall we saw two frigates and another smaller ship, all clouded in smoke from their rapid fire of cannon. The smaller ship was engaging the light Spanish galleys. The frigates were firing at the fort.

“I don’t think we should be here,” I said. “It’s not safe. I’m frightened. May we go, please?”

“No, it’s all right. They’re only firing at the fort. We’re safe enough here.”

I was not entirely convinced, and I crouched lower. “Who are they, Mother, can you tell?”

“I believe that’s the British flag, but I can’t imagine why they’re here. They must be mad – those ships have no chance against the fort’s big guns.” As if in agreement with what she had said, the fort fired two guns at the same time. The nearest frigate seemed to almost lift out of the water before very nearly rolling over. Even at this distance, I could see huge pieces of timber flying high in the air, and one of the masts beginning to fall.

We turned to look downriver toward the sound of musket-fire. Two more ships were there, and a large body of British marines were moving toward the city walls.

One of the Governor’s guards appeared alongside us, looking off toward the British. “Fools,” he said. “They are going straight into the swamp. We will pick them off like rabbits, if the alligators don’t get them first.”

Even I could see the two frigates were trying to pull out of range of the big guns. They did succeed, but slowly, and not before being hit by several more huge balls. Many sailors must have died on those ships today – and to what purpose? They had achieved nothing. Their shots had only bounced off the massive walls of the fort.

The guard had been over-hasty in his assessment, though. The marines we saw were but a diversion, and many more were now attacking the city from the other side. The sounds of battle intensified as musket and small cannon fire seemed to come from all directions.

“What do we do, Mother? Where should we go?”

“We go to the Palacio. It’s built on higher ground, and has a cellar that does not flood, so it’s warm and dry. Come, we must hurry.”

When we reached the sanctuary, Mother hammered on the side door, but there was no answer. I saw Bill peering down from a balcony, and I waved my hand and shouted to him. A minute later the door opened, and he ushered us inside.

There were quite a few girls in the cellar, though many had elected to go to their homes. I also saw the pretty girl who always smiled at me. Perhaps I would have a chance to talk to her while we were sheltering here. I still did not know her name, and I resolved to ask Chantelle as soon as the opportunity arose.

Our madame greeted us with obvious relief, then asked, “What is happening? Do you know?”

“It is the British,” Mother told her. “I knew there would be trouble when Spain agreed to give all of Louisiana back to France. I just didn’t expect it so soon.”

Bill said he would go and try and find out more. We bolted the doors behind him, then sat and waited.

When he returned, he told us that it was indeed the British. They were attacking on three sides, but he doubted they would succeed. The striking force was larger than the defending garrison, but the invaders were struggling with the nightmare of the swamps, and the garrison soldiers were well protected behind their walls. They were holding the British off, even though the larger part of the garrison was made up of Cuban troops, who were not generally counted among the best of fighters. He said the frigates had learned their lesson the hard way and were out of the fight.

Chantelle suggested we should go back to the salon as there did not appear to be any serious or imminent danger. Bill climbed to the roof with a spyglass and said he would give us ample warning if he saw anything that need concern us.

The wine was passed around, even some port and sherry. Mother didn’t bat an eyelid when I took a glass. I had been accepted as an adult now, a professional along with the rest.

The piano player graced us with a lively tune, and soon we all were singing. I had declined when the sisters at the convent asked me to join the choir, but I often practised with them. They told me I had a good voice and could hold my notes well.

A tune I knew well began, and I sang along with the rest. Gradually, the others dropped out. I had my eyes closed and was so entranced by the music that I did not notice. Then another voice broke in, very close to me. I turned to look and saw the girl whom I’d been wanting to meet. She had come to stand beside me, her voice blending harmoniously with my own.

She held my hand as we sang the last verse. There was complete silence for a moment as everyone regarded us. Then Chantelle began to applaud, and soon they were all clapping, cheering, and whistling as only bawdy-house girls can.

The piano player began another tune. But the girl pulled my hand. “Will you come and sit with me?” she asked. “I still don’t know many here yet.”

My mother smiled as I went and sat with the girl. She fetched my wine over, gave me a wink, and went back to her seat.

Mother’s look had clearly implied there was more to the girl’s attentions than a simple desire to talk. This was new to me. I had never before been approached in such a demur fashion. I studied the girl carefully as she told me her name. “I’m Veronica,” she said. “No, I’m sorry, I mean Violette. I always forget to use the Frenchie name Chantelle gave me. I know you’re Francine. I hoped we would meet, but I don’t see you often.”

I took an instant liking to her. I loved her soft American drawl, and I had already fancied her smile.

“I don’t work like the others. I only come in occasionally, when a lady wants me. There’s only been four so far, and I never work evenings, only in the afternoon.”

Her eyes opened wide. “You… you only go with women?”

“I have never been with a man,” I said. “That’s in my contract, and I won’t be asked. Why – does that shock you?”

“No, I’m not shocked, just surprised,” she said. “I didn’t know we could do that. The lady who fetched your drink – is she your mother, or perhaps your sister? You do look much alike, though I believe you’re a little prettier.” She hesitated but then continued. “I think you’re a lot prettier, really.” Her face reddened, and she hastily looked down at her hands.

I looked at her more intently. I knew what she was attempting, the meaning behind her words. She was clearly too shy to just come right out with it.

A glance around told me that no one was paying the slightest attention to us. I picked up her glass and passed it to her. “Shall we drink to us then? Would you like that?”

“You do mean it, don’t you? I do so hope we can be friends.”

“Oh yes, I mean it,” I said. “I have many friends here, but no one special. I think perhaps you could be that person.”

“I thought that you were just a child, but you’re not, are you? You’re so clever, so perceptive and adult in your way. I would love to be your friend.”

Bill came back into the salon. “I guess it’s safe now, ladies,” he said, “but it’s ain’t over yet, so it bein’ best you all stay here.”

I took Violette’s hand again. “I haven’t bathed today,” I said. “I was awakened by the fighting. Shall we go to the baths?”

The Palacio was one of the few properties with the luxury of running hot water. I ran a bath, and I added a generous amount of salts.

Considering that we were two girls in the same profession, I was surprised at how shy we both became. This was quite different, as we weren’t performing a service for pay.

Although she was older, I saw that she wouldn’t lead, and I began to undress – not in the slow, teasing way that I had been taught, but still slowly enough to keep her eyes on me as I worked for her approval. I saw it there on her face. She wanted to touch me, but she held herself back.

“Are you not going to come in with me?” I asked. “I’m sure it would be so much nicer if you did.”

She barely hesitated. She had come to a decision. Soon she stood naked in front of me. I saw a girl not much older than myself. The main difference was how much more developed she was than I. Her breasts were larger than mine, but still firm and high in their beauty. Her mound was clean-shaven, and her pussy had wonderfully compact lips.

She coloured slightly as I studied her. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she stammered. “Do you like me?”

I held out my hand. “Violette, you’re perfect. Come.”

We settled into the bath and faced each other in the warm water. Her legs were outside of mine, and my toes brushed her pussy. We glanced at each other, then we both burst out laughing. It broke the ice, and soon we were throwing handfuls of bubbles at one another. All the while, my toes pressed between her legs.

We played and tussled until suddenly our faces came close, and we sat looking into one another’s eyes. Violette was breathing quite heavily, my toes having done their job. My lips inched towards hers. It was a kiss I shall remember for the rest of my life. We had both become practised experts in the art, but now we simply melted into each other, surrendering to one another in a true joining.

When at last we came up for breath, we looked at each other with a mixture of amazement and awareness that we had found something special. I wanted this girl – not simply to make love to her, but to have her as my love.

But I had no idea how to express what I felt. All I could say was, “Violette.”

“Francine,” was her reply.

“Shall we fuck?”

Her smile was already a part of what I loved about her. Now I saw it again. She looked so happy, and my heart surged with a longing I had not experienced before.

Water splashed over the side of the bath when she dived on me. A maelstrom of grasping hands, writhing bodies and loving kisses followed. Hands groped at breasts, pinched nipples, rubbed clits.

I was no stranger to lust, but now I wanted this girl with all of my being, to give myself to her completely. But just as powerful was the desire to to fuck her, to make her mine, to show her just what I could make her feel.

One minute, she was on top of me. Then I’d wrestle her over as I forced myself onto her. It was a frenzy of arousal. We were oblivious to the water sloshing over the floor as we wrestled.

Violette’s body suddenly went tight, and even her hand had stopped moving. “Franc…” She could not even finish saying my name, and I knew she was coming. She recovered in a moment, though, as her professional pride intervened, and her fingers resumed their heavenly duties, caressing my clit even as her orgasm inflamed her. “Darling Francine!” she moaned. “Come with me!”

I was used to holding back, but now I strived for release, to be one with my lover. I pulled her to me with my free hand, and I began to shake as my mind focused on what she was doing to me. It was so nearly the perfect climax, the two of us screaming, shouting and coming in unison.

The water grew placid as we lay in each other’s arms, panting furiously, as still we kissed. It may be hard to fathom just how I could suddenly feel so much love for a girl I had only just met, but this was the world we lived in – a hard world where you either took hold of what you wanted or lost it forever. My passion for this girl had blossomed in an instant, but it would last for our lifetimes.

On to Chapter Five!

by kinkys_sis

I loved my job, my chosen profession as an English teacher, and yet I was also coming to dread it.

I had become afraid of my feelings and the way they would flare up at the most inconvenient times, distracting me just when I needed to act the part of the straitlaced professional. It was becoming hard to concentrate on teaching the girls in front of me. I mean, only teaching them.

So it might sound strange to say I was relieved and excited when I finally got a class of my own — I was now a full-fledged teacher with a group of eager young students — but I honestly thought my new, heavier responsibilities would keep my emotions in check. Everything was going to be fine.

It was Jenny who ruined the plan. It wasn’t her fault. It was entirely mine. A twelve-year-old girl, keen to learn, and a budding writer. Though still inept in the art, she was brimming with ideas, and she so wanted to write.

At first, it was her imagination that caught my notice. Stories just seemed to pour from her. I would assign a two-page essay and she’d write five, and even then, she wouldn’t finish the story in the time available.

There was, however, one big problem. Well, two really. Her punctuation was dreadful, and her grammar wasn’t much better. It seemed she used to hate English and hadn’t bothered to learn very much. That is, until she discovered that she liked to write stories. She herself soon realised that what she had written often didn’t make much sense when it was read aloud. She knew it was the lack of punctuation that was making everything seem wrong. She was mortified.

My heart almost bled for her. I recognised a talent waiting to break free, but being held back by her shortcomings. I had to help. It was my job, after all.

When I did, her progress astounded me. She began to improve at a phenomenal rate. It didn’t matter how much homework I gave her. She just took it in her stride. Then she wrote a fantasy story. The story itself was good, but oh my God, the grammar was perfect. In fact, it was too good. I got suspicious. “Jenny,” I asked her, “did your sister help you with this story?”

She almost started to cry when she confessed that she’d begun to put her stories through Grammarly.com. Not to cheat, she hastily added. It’s just that it’s the best way to find out what she was doing wrong, and it gave her time to sit and think about it.

I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I decided to let it ride for the moment. I would set her a test where she couldn’t use Grammarly, and see whether she really was learning.

It was about that time that I first realised just how much I was thinking about her. She had almost cried and it had tugged at my heart. I knew she wasn’t trying to cheat anyone. She really wanted to get it right.

I leaned over her desk, looking at her written words, my hand resting on her arm. The jolt hit me like an electric shock. I snatched my hand away, glad that she hadn’t appeared to notice. My mind was in a whirl as I walked back to my desk. What the hell had just happened? I’d only touched her arm briefly, and yet my body was tingling, and I was breaking out in a sweat. I’d never experienced anything like it, and it left me feeling confused and frightened.

That evening I sat and thought about what had happened. Finally, I knew that I couldn’t deny that I was developing a bond with this girl. It wasn’t simply helping with her writing. What was it? A sort of friendship? Maybe I’d found a kindred spirit? Then I thought about how I had felt when I touched her. Oh God! It was sexual — my body had reacted to her.

I was horrified at the realisation. A twelve-year-old schoolgirl, for God’s sake. I had never before felt a sexual attraction for anyone, and now, to suddenly find that I was falling for one of my students, I felt terrible. It couldn’t be possible.

I swallowed the large brandy I had poured myself, then poured another. I sat and thought. Thought what? My mind kept going in circles, but it always came back to her.

The third brandy didn’t help much either. I sort of languished in my chair. She’s so beautiful, I thought. It was with a shock that I realised I had been thinking about her face, her legs, her figure.

I didn’t get aroused very often, but I was now. I lay back, and somehow, one hand found its way between my legs, pressing as I thought about her. I raised my hips to meet the pressure and heard the glass, which I had forgotten I was still holding, hit the floor.

I pressed harder in response to the sensations between my legs, my other hand clutching at my breasts. A thought briefly flickered through my mind. “What the fuck are you doing?” But then I didn’t care. Her image swam before my eyes, a dawning awareness of the way she looked at me and the thrust of her little breasts as they poked up so clearly through her blouse.

I don’t recall exactly how or when my knickers ended up at my feet, or how my skirt got to be around my waist. I began to feel my climax building as I thought about her and rubbed my clit faster. “Oh God, Jenny, I need you so badly!”

I awoke sometime later, stiff from the awkward position I was in and chilly from being half undressed. My mind fought through the drunken haze and then caught up. Oh God! What had I been thinking? Yet, the more I thought about it and about her, the more I knew it was too late.

Over the next few weeks, I would find any excuse to touch her. Nothing overt, just little casual touches to her arm or fingers. But then came the day that my hand rested lightly on her arm as I explained a point to her. I froze when she placed her hand on top of mine. I tried to pull my hand away, but she held me there, squeezing my fingers. She smiled up at me for a second, then let me go.

The following week, I had her move her desk. I brought her to the front of the room and over to one side, explaining that I needed her nearer so I could keep a constant check on her work. None of the other students had any reason to think it at all odd. Most admired her writing, and they loved to hear her stories read aloud. They understood I was trying to help, especially after I said I intended to enter one of her stories in the inter-schools writing competition.

For a moment, my mind was miles away. Everyone was busy with their own work, and I had a few minutes to myself. Then I glanced up and immediately wished I hadn’t. Jenny was sitting with her legs open, and I clearly saw her panties. I snatched my eyes away, looking up at her face. She was writing away, seemingly oblivious to her display.

The next day, I found myself constantly glancing her way, and was disappointed that there was no repeat of the previous day’s panty show. Once, she noticed me looking at her, and her slight smile made me gulp as I struggled to keep a straight face.

Five minutes later she was again buried in her work. Then I saw her legs slowly spreading. I was transfixed as I waited, pretending as best I could not to be looking. There! Snug red panties, so very pretty.

I checked to see if she was aware of my gaze, but other than the tiny smile on her face, she showed no sign that she knew the effect she was having on me.

Hidden behind my desk, I let a hand drop and pulled up my skirt. Then I slowly rubbed myself through my knickers whilst imagining they were hers.

With a shudder, I forced myself to stop before I lost control. I realised with shock that although her head was bowed toward her desk, she’d raised her eyes and was looking directly at me. Her legs opened wider, and she slid her butt forward on her chair, giving me a much clearer view. Suddenly the bell went for the lunchtime break. She snapped her legs shut as she gathered her stuff together, but she was now looking into my eyes, still with that faint smile.

That evening, I was in an awful muddle once again. I knew I was captivated by her, but I also knew she was fully aware of what she was doing. She had set me up today with those tight red panties. Was she simply teasing me, or was she trying to show me that there could be more? The realisation that she had seen my reaction to her little game only aroused me further. Did she know I had actually been rubbing myself?

Shit. I hoped it wasn’t just teasing. Her smile, though, had told me that she wanted me to look at her. It was a warm and inviting smile, with nothing at all cunning about it.

It didn’t take long to climax. Just the thought of moving those panties aside — Did she have any hair yet? How thick were the lips? Or was there nothing but a tight little slit? I suddenly had a picture of her touching her clit and wondering whether I was doing the same thing, and that’s when I came. A wonderful, mind-blowing orgasm.

I had to wait for three days before I had her in my class again. It seemed like an eternity, and I felt flushed whenever I thought of her. I was losing control of my emotions, allowing myself to drift into dangerous territory. I resolved to put an end to it before it got completely out of hand — but not just yet. I was enjoying it too much.

I tried to be patient, but this morning she seemed indifferent to me. Eventually, I managed to concentrate on the papers I was supposed to be marking. I was moving on from one paper to the next when a quick glance stopped me dead. Her hand was resting casually in her lap, but her fingers were lazily stroking the front of her panties. Today, they were a gorgeous light pink, and just as tight as the red ones. The only difference was that this time I could see the little camel-toe outline of her slit.

My mouth went dry as I struggled to breathe. Those little fingers slowly teased me as I watched them lightly caress her pussy. Hastily, I reached down between my legs and followed her lead. She gave the slightest nod of her head — she must have known I was touching myself. The mere thought of her awareness almost drove me over the edge. I withdrew my hand, then, making sure no one was watching, I put a finger to my lips and gave it a quick suck. Fascinated, I watched her do the same. Then she closed her legs and resumed her work.

Thursday seemed to take forever to come around. I was a bundle of nerves as the kids piled into class and noisily took their seats. Jenny walked toward me holding her essay book, but rather than face me across my desk, as protocol demanded, she walked around and stood beside me, laying her book down in front of me. “Could you check this for me, Miss Rebecca? When you have time, that is.” Her thigh was pressed against my leg. Without thinking, I gave the back of her leg a quick, light caress. She leaned in harder, clearly inviting me to do more. I found my hand drifting upward before I realised the enormity of the situation. Reluctantly, I took my hand away and picked up her book.

I saw her beautiful smile again as she took her place at her own desk. Oh God, did she just wink at me?

It wasn’t long before, back at her desk, she slumped forward in her seat and spread her legs again. It was becoming a habit with her. I was writing some notes on the blackboard, and suddenly I was struggling to speak. I could see her slit, staring at me. No panties, just a bare pussy. She obviously saw me struggling. She raised her hand, and I was just able to croak, “Yes, Jenny, what is it?”

She asked some simple questions about the assignment, which gave me enough time to get hold of myself. I finished at the board and returned to my seat. I called on Sarah to read her piece to the class and picked up a pen, pretending to be making notes as the girl read aloud.

I saw Jenny’s hand drop between her legs again, but this time she wasn’t just teasing herself. She was pressing her finger into her slit, stroking upwards, and slowly. Then she moved in circles at the very top. “Fuck!” I thought. “She’s rubbing her fucking clit!”

For the first time, I didn’t stop myself. I actually had a controlled orgasm right in front of my whole class. It was quite clear that only Jenny was aware of what was happening as she discreetly worked her pussy. Then she gripped her desk, coming as she stared into my eyes. I saw her lick her lips, and I very nearly copied her before I managed to get a grip on myself.

All weekend, I tried to think of a way to move our relationship forward without putting either of us in danger. But there was no answer. Whatever we did, it was going to be dangerous. I was shocked to find that for myself, I didn’t care, but for Jenny, it was different. I had to think of her.

Monday came around. Jenny gave me a quick smile as she took her seat. I waited, as usual, but today I waited in vain. She showed me nothing. By the time class was over, I was devastated. What had happened? She still smiled at me, but that was all.

Thursday was no different, and I went home that afternoon feeling empty and worried. What had I done? How could I ask her what was wrong? What had changed so suddenly?

I often scribbled notes in the kids’ workbooks, and finally, after three weeks of working myself into an awful state, I wrote in Jenny’s, Punctuation so much better this time. Look forward to more of the same… Why? Would she understand?

This morning she looked a little sad, and even a bit worried. Clearly something was troubling her.

One at a time, I called the students up to my desk, and I quietly went through a few points with each one. When I called Jenny, I pushed a note out to her that read, What’s happened? Did I upset you?

She bent over and wrote, as if she were correcting something in her book, No. My sister said you could get in trouble. But I love you.

My heart pounded at what I read. She loved me! Yet I understood very well what she was saying. I gave her a nod as she took her seat again. That, I thought, was the end of our romance.

Several weeks later, after I had accepted the situation, I was gathering my things at my staff locker when I saw the paper sticking out from the pages of a book. It was an envelope with just the word Private written across the front. Of course, I recognized Jenny’s handwriting. Guiltily, I glanced around, but no one was paying me any attention. I packed my briefcase as fast as I could and headed out to my car.

I wanted to rip open the envelope then and there, but I told myself to wait until I got home. I drove out of the school gates and made my usual right. Jenny lived in the other direction. Today I saw her standing partly hidden by a tree. She blew me a kiss as I went by. I thrust out my arm and waved at her. My heart was bursting. Did I have my love back again?

As soon as I got home, I dumped my stuff on the floor, searched for the envelope, and ripped it open. My first thought was disappointment. It was a story, several pages long. Then I read the title — “The English Teacher’s Note”. Could it be about me?

I sat down and started to read. Fuck! How did she know this stuff? Where had she learned so much about sex? She knew more than I did. How was that even possible?

***

The English Teacher’s Note

 It was last term when I first thought my English teacher had the hots for me. Those little touches on my hand and my arm. The extra smiles that no one else got. The suddenly higher grades. and then the extra help with my dreadful punctuation.

She never gave anything away or did anything that anyone might notice. It was the day I got my workbook back at the end of term. Shit! An A+. How the hell did I get that? But most of all, it was the note.

Nothing much in itself. All it said was, “Have a lovely holiday, and keep studying. I’m here to help.” But it was a note. She never left a note for anyone. So why me?

Miss Rebecca was stunning. She was the best-looking teacher at school. I guess she was about twenty-eight or nine, but certainly under thirty. But the main thing was her figure. I mean, like the figure of an eighteen-year-old, and so hot.

Most of the teachers dressed like frumps. Don’t they always? But not Miss R. Hot? She was to die for. And to be honest, I could have. Died for her I mean. I so totally had a massive crush on her.

All I had to do was look at her and my panties got damp. Soaking, if I thought about her too long. Sometimes I had to excuse myself so I could go and dry them out in the girls’ room. And quite often, I’d bring myself off with a good rub while I was there.

I first saw the note when I collected the rest of my stuff from my locker. It was poking out the side of my English book. I stood and stared at it, thoughts tumbling through my mind. What did it mean? Was she telling me something? She couldn’t be, could she?

When I reached the front doors, I saw her walking to her car. I dashed out the front gates, and around the corner, the way I knew she would turn. I hurried to the stretch further up the road where no cars were parked.

I saw her car coming, and she glanced my way. Plucking up my courage, I waved at her. I couldn’t breathe as I waited to see if she would stop. She wasn’t going to. Oh God no, I could see that. But then suddenly she swerved to the kerb and came to a stop alongside me.

She lowered the window and leaned across towards me. “Jenny, whatever’s the matter?”

“Oh, er… nothing’s the matter, Miss,” I stammered out. “It’s just I got your nice note, and I was wondering, if I had problems with my work in the holiday, can I give you a call? If it’s not too much trouble?”

“Oh is that all? Well, of course, you can. I’d be only too happy to help.” She reached her hand out, and laid it on mine where it rested on the car door. “Do you have my number? No, of course you don’t.” She didn’t let go of my hand, but fumbled around with her other hand until she produced a card. “Here, now ring me if you need help. No, ring me anyway. You can tell me how you’re getting on.”

She gave my fingers a squeeze. “Promise me, alright?”

“Yes, Miss, I promise.”

“Rebecca,” she said.

“Miss Rebecca.”

“No, just Rebecca.” Then let go of my hand, gave me a wave and one of her gorgeous smiles, and drove away.

“Oh my God, she told me to call her Rebecca.” I looked at my hand, still feeling her touch. Shit, I could have wet myself.

Two days quickly passed by. I was itching to phone her, but thought I should wait a few days. Now, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to call.

She must have been sitting close to her phone, because she answered straight away. “It’s me, Jenny,” I said. Then I thought that sounded a bit stupid.

“Hello, Jenny. I wondered whether you would call. What can I do for you?”

That’s odd, I thought. She must know why I was calling. “Well, I wanted to show you something I’m working on. I need some advice.”

There was a long pause. Had she hung up? “Can you just tell me about it, and I’ll see if I can help in any way.”

“Not really, M… I mean, Rebecca. I want you to see it. Can I bring it around to your house?”

Another long pause, like before. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jenny. Perhaps you could post it to me.”

I was crestfallen. “If you say so, Rebecca.” I could have cried. I’d built my hopes up so high. “But I wanted to be there and see you read it. It would mean so much to me. I … er… I think you’ll like it. Oh, please say I can bring it around.”

I prayed while she was thinking. Finally, she spoke. “I shouldn’t, but okay. Can you make it around this afternoon? Say after one.”

“Oh, Rebecca, thank you,” I nearly shouted. “Yes, I’ll be there at one!” 

I checked my stories. Which one should I take? In the end, I picked out two – “Auntie Kate” and “The Mall”.

She looked even more beautiful than ever when she opened the door. “Hello, Jenny. My! Dead-on one.” She looked up and down the street before she stepped back and asked me in.

I followed her to what was obviously her study. There she pointed me towards the sofa before she sat at her desk.

“So, what have you got that it’s so important that I must see?”

For a moment, I pondered, choosing my words. “Rebecca, have you ever heard of Sapphic Delights?”

“I can’t say I have, no. It sounds as though it’s something … well, lesbian.”

“Oh it is. It’s a wonderful website, and I’ve been writing stories to post on there. I used Grammarly to check my spelling and all. The problem is that I only have the basic version. It corrects my spelling and punctuation okay, but then it warns me I have loads of grammatical errors. But without the paid-for version, I don’t know what they are. So you see… ” I trailed off.

“I see. I wondered how you had improved so much. So, you’ve been writing lesbian stories, have you?”

Now I felt uncertain of myself. “Er, yes I have, Rebecca.” I thought I could see her come to a decision.

“Did you bring one with you?”

I handed her “Auntie Kate”. “It’s er… it’s very naughty, M … Rebecca. I hope you don’t mind.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, I loved it when she did that. It was so sexy. Then she began to read. She didn’t pause until it got to, I guessed, the part about Kate’s car. She glanced up at me, but went right back to reading.

Then it got to where Kate and I were inside, and things were getting steamy. I knew that’s what she was up to because I saw her fidget, and her face reddened a bit. But she didn’t stop reading.

When she was finished, her hands were shaking as she stared at the paper in her hand. She looked back up at me. “Jenny, you wrote this? Honestly?”

“Yes, Rebecca,” I muttered.

“But I don’t understand. How do you know all these things? I mean the detail is so graphic. It must mean that you have experienced them.”

I nodded my head, and whispered. “Yes. Oh God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”

“It wasn’t that you just wanted me to help you with this, was it?”

With my eyes glued to the floor, I whispered, “No, Rebecca. I wanted to see you. I know how you look at me, and the way you touch me sometimes. I thought maybe… Oh God, I’m so stupid. I got it all wrong, didn’t I?”

She glanced back at my paper. “I didn’t know people your age wrote stories like this. I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but it’s so bloody hot. And no, you haven’t got it wrong. I’ve been fighting with myself for months, worrying and wondering if I should dare say anything. Now you’re here, and I’m scared again. Just like the Kate in your story. Hold on. I see why you brought this story. You’re trying to tell me something, am I right?”

I knew then she was wavering. She might still send me away. I got up from the sofa and stood in front of her. 

Shyly, I reached out a hand, and my fingers touched her lips. “Rebecca, you don’t need to say anything, I’m here for you. If you want, I’ll go, but I know you don’t want me to.”

Her lips pursed, and she kissed my fingers. She took my hand in hers. “Jenny, I can’t— ”

“Yes, you can.” I leaned down until my lips met hers. Her eyes went as wide as saucers, gazing into mine, but she didn’t kiss me back. Whispering again, “Rebecca, come on,” I said.

With a groan, her eyes closed, and then her lips moved. Oh God, at last, my love was kissing me!

She raised a hand towards my front, but stopped halfway and let it drop again. I grabbed it and pulled it back, pushing it up under my top. My arms went around her neck, pulling her closer.

Her hand moved, ever so slightly, feeling my flesh. Slowly, it inched higher, stopping just below my budding boobs. She clutched at my skin, but she was too scared to go further.

I pulled my face back. “Don’t stop, please. Touch me, Rebecca. I want you to.”

We stared at each other. “Now!” I said. Her hand moved again, and it covered my boob. She glanced at where her hand was hidden, and when she felt my hard nipple, she looked back up.

“Oh, God, so beautiful,” she said. Her fingers pulled at my nipple, and I let out a moan. Her other hand was lifting my top. “May I?” she asked. I reached down to help her, and then the top was over my head.

Her eyes fastened on my front. “Fuck!” she breathed. Then she leaned in until her lips covered one of my boobs. I’ve had my tits sucked loads of times, but now it was my Rebecca, and that made a huge difference. My panties were wet with my longing for her.

I felt for the catch of my skirt, and in a second it dropped to my ankles. She must have felt it go because she pulled back a little, looking down at my little panties. She ran a hand over the material, but suddenly stopped and gasped. “Jenny, you’re dripping wet. God, is that for me?”

“Always. You make me so wet.”

She touched the front of my panties again, feeling the wetness oozing from me. Then she lifted her finger and looked at it, shining in front of her face. She brought it to her lips and tasted it. That was when I knew she was mine. She wouldn’t — she couldn’t — turn me away now.

I slid my hands into my panties and pushed them slowly down. I stopped just as my little slit began to show. She glanced up at me, and she looked hungry. I smiled. I felt so evil. “You want to see? Tell me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, Rebecca?”

Now she smiled, the worry gone from her face. “I want to see your pussy, Jenny. I want to love it.”

My panties fell to the floor, and once more she groaned. “Jenny, I’ve dreamed of this moment. I’ve cried with worry and wanting, but now you’re here, and offering your beautiful jewel to me.” Her face moved in, and she kissed my slit — not just once, but over and over, eagerly, urgently.

She pushed my legs apart and felt the dribble on my inner thigh. “So wet, my God!” Then she was licking the inside of my leg, slowly getting higher, until her mouth was right below my pussy. She looked up. Her tongue rose to my slit. A long slow lick from the bottom up to the top. “Mmm,” she said. 

“Rebecca,” I said, “take your clothes off, too.”

She stood up, then took my hand in hers. “Come with me.”

It was a lovely bedroom, but I really didn’t care. I just wanted to see Rebecca’s naked body. I thought she might put on a show for me, but no. I was barely settled on the bed before she was finished undressing. All I could do was stare open-mouthed at her beauty. My sister, Mary, is gorgeous. Rebecca was the same. Yes, there were differences, but not in the beauty stakes.

She laughed. “Cat got your tongue, has it? And you’re drooling. Well?”

I was almost lost for words. “Oh my fucking God,” was all I could manage.

“Hey, language, Little Miss. Teachers can swear like that, not pupils.” She was laughing again.

“I’m not your pupil now, Rebecca.”

“Oh my, cheeky with it as well.” But she walked over to me, and I pulled her into my arms.

She kissed me with wild abandon, rolling over and bringing me on top. My wildest dreams were coming true.

Her hands gripped my bum, pressing me to her. Her fingers explored between my cheeks, and I lifted slightly, easing them open to her touch. My tight little hole tickled when she probed, and I heard her groan again, this time from deep in her throat.

I pushed a hand between us until I could take hold of her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers., squeezing and pulling. I was instantly rewarded as it stiffened and grew. I was desperate to suck her. I kissed her everywhere on the way, lovingly caressing her neck with my lips and tongue. The swell at the top of her breasts was so soft and warm. My mouth found the nipple. I drew it in between my lips while I screwed my eyes toward her face. She was watching my every move. Lightly, I bit. Her eyes clamped shut and her head tilted back.

Moving down so I could get to her breasts had also slid my pussy down. Our mounds came into contact. I ground into her as soon as I felt her there. She, in turn, ground herself into me. But the touch I really wanted was not there yet. Sis had taught me well, though. I pushed my knee between her thighs and slid my pussy up and down her leg. Feverishly, we began to hump, rubbing our clits together. 

I would have come straight away if I’d continued, but that wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was to eat her out and watch her face while I made her come.

She moaned when I took my thigh away, but just as quickly, she sighed when my fingers went to her pussy, opening her up and moving the petals aside. I didn’t have to spread her hood open. Her clit was already showing. I gave it the slightest touch with my tongue. “Oh, God, yes!” she exclaimed. “Please!”

I drew her clit between my lips, and she surged to meet me. I gave her a firm suck. “Oh fuck!” she said. I held my urges back, softly teasing her, loving her. Her face was all screwed up. Agony? Ecstasy? I wasn’t sure, but it was wonderful to watch.

Now I bunched my fingers, easing gently inside of her hidden love nest. She opened her eyes. “Jenny, oh God, Jenny, fuck me please.” Then she closed them again, and I began to do just that.

Her pussy met my thrusts, and her muscles clenching and releasing over and over. I sensed that she was stuck at one level, climbing higher only very slowly. The desperation on her face was evident.

I curled my fingers, searching, feeling for the one place I hoped she had. Suddenly she squealed and went rigid. I had found it. Gently I probed, and she began to tremble. Her hands snatched at the bed covers, drawing them tightly to her body. Her head thrashed from side to side, and she was shaking, shaking so very hard.

I gave her clit a long hard suck, and she screamed out loud. Her body twitched violently every few seconds, and I could tell that she was having a rolling orgasm, riding it as I drove her on.

Her face contorted one more time, and she simply collapsed. Her body was completely loose. Only her hand moved as she trailed her fingers through my hair.

Her eyes opened when I withdrew my hand. She watched me get to my knees. I raised my hand to my lips and teasingly sucked each finger as provocatively as I could. I saved the last one and, leaning forwards, pushed it between her lips. Her eyes opened wide, but she still sucked on my finger.

She lifted her arms, inviting me to her. When my face was right up to hers, she spoke. “Jenny, God. I never imagined. How did you do that? I wanted you, oh how I wanted you, but that was… I never experienced anything like it.”

“Shh.” I whispered, and put my lips to hers. This was a kiss of beauty, gentle and oh so loving.

We rolled onto our sides and lay there gazing into each other’s eyes. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “That was my first time. With someone else, I mean. You, Jenny, are my first lover, and it was so much more than I could have dreamed. All this time, I’ve been lusting for you. Sometimes I was ashamed of myself because of it, and all the time you knew. You knew I wanted you, but you couldn’t tell me.”

My heart was soaring with happiness. “Rebecca, I’ve loved you for ages. But I didn’t know how you felt — until I got your note.”

She kissed me again then said. “It’s my turn now. Let me love you.”

The End

***

The more I read, the more turned on I got. I put the story down for a moment and stripped off my skirt and knickers. There was no way that I could read any more without touching myself. I got to the end before I had climaxed, so I started over from the beginning. It was so erotic, so divinely hot, and soon I was coming.

For a second I worried about the sofa. I was so wet I knew I must be making a mess. Oh, sod the fucking sofa. There was no way I could stop. My Jenny was talking to me, and I did so need her right now.

I had never felt so satisfied, happily dreaming about Jenny and what she had written. I loved the bloody little genius, and now she was offering herself to me. Well, maybe not offering. Maybe she was demanding that I become her lover, consequences be damned.

Then I saw another small piece of paper. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was a phone number.

I sat for more than an hour, picking up the phone and then putting it down, over and over. Then suddenly, it was ringing, vibrating in my hand. “Unknown Caller,” the screen told me. I almost clicked it off, but some sixth sense told me not to. Hesitantly, I said, “Hello, may I help you?”

There was no answer, I was about to turn it off, when I heard the quiet and shaky voice. “Miss Rebecca, will you talk to me please?”

“Is that you, Jenny? What can I do for you?” What a stupid question, I thought.

“Did you read my story? I know I shouldn’t have sent it. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

She was crying. I couldn’t bear the sound of it. My heart melted.

“Jenny, I’m shocked. Your story is very graphic, but it’s also … so beautiful. Is it really how you think of me? I mean, of us?”

There was a long silence. “Jenny, are you still there? Speak to me, don’t be scared.”

She began to talk, slowly at first, then gradually gaining confidence. “Miss — may I call you Rebecca? Rebecca, I love you. I have for so long, and you never noticed. I had to make you notice, and then when you did, I got scared. I didn’t want to get you into trouble, so I stopped. But I missed you so badly. I saw the way you wanted me. I wrote that story ages ago.”

She paused, and I almost spoke, but she began again. “I know all about sex, and I want to do it with you. Please tell me it’s what you want, too.”

For the briefest of seconds, I hesitated, but then I answered. “Jenny, you know I want you. What you don’t know is just how much. God, I’ve been in hell since you stopped flirting with me. I love you so much more than you could possibly know. Somehow, I’m going to find a way so I can show you. Will you let me?”

“Oh my God, Rebecca, I’m so happy. Will you… let’s play with ourselves while we talk. I want to come with you right now.”

“Can I tell you something, Jenny? I just did have the most wonderful come when I read your story, but yes, I can come again while we talk. Just one question — are you really going to do to me what you say in your story? Do you really want to suck my pussy?”

It was a new and confident Jenny who spoke to me now. “Rebecca, yes I’m going lick your pussy, and I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. It’s all I think about — ever since I first saw you. I just wanted to find out how to make it happen. Now I think I have… I have, haven’t I?”

“Jenny, stop talking so much. How many fingers have you got in your pussy right now? Oh, fuck Jenny, I’m going to come already. Please come with me. God, I’m coming!”

Afterward, I pondered for ages. Did I really want to take this further? And if so, how could I do it safely? I had to be careful, if only for Jenny’s sake. Yes, she could come to my home, but only once or twice. Any more than that, and we’d draw the attention of some nosey-parker.

Her story had inflamed me. It made me realise Jenny wasn’t just a schoolgirl playing games. She certainly wrote like someone who knew about sex — far more than I did. God knows where she had learned it all, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted her to teach me. In fact, I longed for her to teach me. She was becoming my every waking thought. My pussy was in a constant and wet state of arousal.

What if I booked a room in a city hotel? That could work, but then I thought, maybe it would seem a bit sleazy, and I wanted it to be so nice for her.

Could I take her away for the weekend? How would she possibly be able to get her mother to agree to that, what reason could she give that would be acceptable? No, that was a non-starter.

Of course, it was Jenny who solved the problem. She rang to say that she and her sister, Mary, were going on a picnic outing, and could I join them? I had met Mary once at a parents’ evening, but clearly, Jenny was saying something more. The suggestion was that Mary would be an accomplice in our liaison. I wasn’t about to say no.

Then I thought, could it be? No, surely not — had Jenny picked up her sexual experience from her own sister? I didn’t want to dwell on the thought, but if it helped me and Jenny to get together, I wasn’t about to question it.

I parked my car where Jenny had suggested, then followed the pathway on foot. I hadn’t realised that this place even existed — an oasis of beauty hidden away from all but the very few who bothered to look for it. I had no idea where I was headed. I simply followed the path as it went down through the trees and glades.

It was Mary I saw first, holding hands with a beautiful young girl I didn’t recognise. Then, out of nowhere, Jenny came flying at me. “Rebecca, you came!” Her arms were about me, pulling me tightly to her as she beamed that smile into my face. “I knew you would, and here you are.” Her look was a mixture of relief and joy. She saw me glance at Mary and her friend. “Oh, don’t you worry about them. Just kiss me. I’ve wanted it for so long.”

I looked down at her, my dream in my arms, and yet now I was suddenly frightened again. She saw my worry, my hesitation at finally crossing that line. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t let it worry you. You know you want to.”

I saw her lips slowly lifting up to mine. My desires took over, and I surrendered to her. Our lips met. Softly at first, that first exploration. Then passion took over, and we kissed for real. I simply melted. Her mouth was so experienced, yet so hungry, that my doubts evaporated.

When eventually I opened my eyes and pulled back, I realised Mary and the strange girl were watching us. I was embarrassed, a twenty-eight-year old woman kissing a girl aged only twelve, and in front of witnesses. But I saw Mary’s smile, and then the other girl spoke. “Oh my God, that was just so sexy,” she said. “I’ve never seen Jenny being kissed by anyone but Mary or me, and you’re so beautiful. So, at last, you’re Rebecca. I can see why Jenny has the hots for you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I felt myself flushing as I glanced at the three of them, two youngsters and an eighteen-year-old. Mary seemed to sense my discomfort. “Rebecca, this is Jenny’s best friend, Katie, and she’s my girlfriend,” she said. “I’m so glad you came. Jenny has been a total bloody pain in the arse worrying whether you would. But you’re here now. Please relax. We want you here. Forget who and what you are. Just be Jenny’s girlfriend.”

Mary and Katie took hold of each other’s hands again and walked off down the pathway. I turned and saw Jenny looking at me pleadingly. “Please, Rebecca, you’re here now. That means you wanted to be, and I’m here for you.” She held out her hand. For a second more I hesitated, and then I reached out and our fingers entwined. We turned and followed the other two.

My worries were suddenly gone. I felt light-headed, feeling her hand in mine. Happiness flooded through me. I stopped walking and pulled her back. “Kiss me again,” I said, “just to show me this is real.”

Never before had I ever been kissed like that, with such skill, her tongue delving between my lips. It drove me mad with desire. I wanted to rip her clothes off right there, but she stopped my hands as they pawed at her. “Not yet, you’ll see,” she said, and she pulled out of our embrace. “Come on … my love.”

I allowed myself to be dragged along. “My love,” she’d called me.

From behind, I almost couldn’t believe that she was only twelve. Her legs were long, but they weren’t thin and gawky. In fact, they were more shapely than my own. Then I was looking at her shorts-clad arse, the way her cheeks rotated and her hips wiggled as she walked. It wasn’t put on. It was simply natural, and so damned sexy.

The whole time we walked, Jenny chattered in a way I had never heard from her before. She had always held herself aloof from all the other bubbly, giggly girls, acting more like a grown-up. But today she was one of the gigglers, just like her peers. Her obvious delight at my being here was infectious, and so lovely to hear.

Then Mary broke away from the path, pushing her way through the undergrowth. Jenny and I, following, came to a small glade, a gap in the trees where the sun broke through, where there were wildflowers and soft grass. It was enchanting.

Jenny turned to face me. “So, here we are. What do you think of our secret place?”

Mary spread two blankets as I looked about. “Oh Jenny, well, it’s… well, it’s wonderful.”

We unpacked Mary’s picnic hamper and the bag I’d brought — sandwiches, cheeses, chicken drumsticks, crisps, and of course the wine.

Nervously, I sat down on one blanket, not quite sure what to do or what was expected of me. I was hungry, but my stomach was churning. Jenny kneeled down next to me. “Rebecca, please try and relax. You’re so tense. You don’t need to be. I’m here for you, and it’s what you want. At last, we’re together.” Then she glanced at the other two. “Oh, I know what it is. Well, don’t worry about them. You’ll see.”

Katie gave Jenny a wink and a sly grin before she turned to Mary. “Come here, you,” she said. “You haven’t kissed me yet.”

I’d never seen two girls kiss. Did I say “kiss”? This was so completely sexual, their lips moving together, their mouths opening, devouring each other. And their hands? So quickly exploring, touching each other everywhere.

And, oh my God, they were undressing as they went. I thought I shouldn’t be watching like this, but I couldn’t look away. Their tops were gone, tossed aside. Katie wasn’t wearing a bra, but Mary was, though it wasn’t much of one. Katie eased the straps down her arms until it fell away from Mary’s breasts, and then a beautiful pair of boobs was flattened against Katie’s small buds as they embraced.

I nearly jumped as I felt the contact. Jenny had come behind me. It was her lips on my neck, and then she whispered in my ear. “Does that turn you on?” Her hands came around front, cupping my breasts, and squeezing gently. “Love me, Rebecca. Please.”

I groaned as I turned my head, searching for her lips. Slowly she eased me back as we kissed, and then her body was on top of mine. My little angel was really in my arms at last, her body pressed to mine. I felt her warmth on me as my fingers drifted through her beautiful long hair. How often I had admired it! Now she was here, and I was clasping her to me.

Her kisses and the touch of her hands aroused such wonderful feelings. How long had I dreamed about this moment? And yet. I wanted us to be alone. How could I show my love freely in front of Mary and Katie?

Once more, Jenny sensed my hesitation.. “Rebecca, look at them, watch them. They’re so into each other. They don’t care if we see them. Why should we be any different?”

And I did watch. God, I’d never seen the like. I’d never watched porn, and I had no experience of my own. But those two — their hands exploring, groping, their passion so clearly building. Katie arched her back, and just as I thought, “Fuck she’s going to come,” she began to shake, slowly at first. Then she went mad, and she cried out. The thought that a twelve-year-old could come so hard made me look back at Jenny.

“Do you come like that?” I asked.

“Why don’t you find out?” she said.

Her lips descended on mine once more. I knew already that I loved her kisses — tender one moment, passionate the next — and I didn’t resist when she plucked at my clothes. Her hand found its way in and over my tits. She very deftly lifted and pushed my bra up, and then, at last, she was squeezing my naked breast.

I had caressed them myself many times, but now it was the young girl I adored who was touching me, her expert fingers arousing new feelings of sheer pleasure. My nipples grew stiff and erect, and I forgot my shyness, reaching down to pull my top free. Jenny saw what I was trying to do and sat up on her knees. She had her own top off even as I was still struggling. For a moment I stopped, my eyes glued to her budding breasts, the little beauties I had waited to see for so long.

Finally, my bra came off with my top, and Jenny smiled down at me. “Fuck,” she said. “You have great tits.”

She reached for them, but before she could take hold, I grabbed her and rolled her off me onto her back. She lay there, grinning up at me. “That’s nice,” she said. “Do what you want.”

Self-consciously, I put a hand to one of her little tits, softly caressing it, watching the pink circle harden and crinkle. I lowered my head, and she gave a little jump at the first contact of my lips. “Yes,” she said quietly. Then I had her in my mouth, sucking my young lover’s nipple.

I felt her pushing her hand between us. Naturally, I thought she was going to touch me there. But instead, I felt her fumbling and realised she was unfastening her shorts and trying to push them down her legs. Without any thought, I helped her pull them  partway down. Then she took my hand and drew it between her legs. That’s when I found she wasn’t wearing panties. My hand went straight onto her hot, damp slit.

“Play with my pussy,” she demanded. “God, I want it so much!”

I had to look. I had only seen it from afar, watching in delight and frustration as she’d matrubated under her desk. I wanted to see my own fingers touch her there and open her up. I eased myself further down her body and marvelled as I traced a finger along her slit. She smiled and blew me a kiss when I glanced up for a moment, and I went back to admiring her sex.

I pressed lightly, and my finger sank into her. Until that moment, I hadn’t realised just how wet she was. I went in so easily, searching for, and finding, her vagina, penetrating her warmth. I couldn’t believe it: I was exploring my baby’s pussy. Then I felt her pushing up, pressing against my touch. “Fuck me,” she said. “Don’t be gentle. Use all your fingers.”

The words would have shocked me before, but now they just inflamed my desire. Her hands came down, and her fingers spread her lips. She was about to show me her clit. And there it was, larger than I expected. Actually, it was bigger than my own.

She was expecting me to do something — something I’d never done and wasn’t sure I knew how to do. But, taking a deep breath, I bent my head over her, pausing for a moment as I got close. The thick scent made me dizzy. God, it was beautiful. I leaned in and kissed her, right on her bud. She squirmed and mewed with pleasure. My lips parted, and I savoured her taste. Not very different from my own, though much stronger.

I only had a vague idea of what I was doing, but my instincts told me to keep fucking her pussy whilst my lips and tongue played with her clit. Her hips had begun a rolling motion, and I moved with her, timing my licks and thrusts.

Absorbed as I was, I heard Mary give a slowly building wail. Jenny reached out to her, and they held hands. Jenny’s body stiffened, and she clutched my head as she lifted her bum off the ground.

Her moan was music to my ears. My wonderful young love was about to come, and I was the one bringing her to it. The moan became a squeal that ended in my name: “Rebecca! — Oh shit it’s so damn fucking good!” She screamed my name again and began to shake. Her body fell back to the ground as her knees came up and my head was in her vise-like grip as she came and came.

Her legs fell away, and the hand tangled in my hair released its grip. My jaw was stiff. I rubbed it, looking up at her in awe. Such a magnificent climax, I thought, as I crawled up to cuddle her. Her face was a picture of happiness. I kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love you, baby.”

She only half opened her eyes. “I know you do, and I love you. I have for so long.”

I sensed the eyes upon us, then saw both Mary and Katie with huge grins on their faces. “You know you’re part of the family now?” said Mary. She moved towards us and began to unfasten my skirt.

“Mary, what are you doing?”

“Just getting you ready for Jenny, that’s all. Because it’s your turn now, and besides, I’ve been waiting to see your ass.”

I felt myself turning red, my cheeks burning, but I looked at Jenny when I felt her hands on my breasts. Suddenly I didn’t care who saw, whether they watched or not. I just wanted my Jenny to love me.

For a while, I was aware that they were watching, but then they turned back to each other, as Jenny made the most beautiful love to me. She knew how to take me to heights of passion and hold me there, driving me mad for release, yet keeping it just out of reach.

I was ready to beg for her to stop, when she suddenly moved up a gear. My climax was almost instantaneous, earth-shattering in its intensity. I had no idea that I could feel this way as the orgasms came, one on top of the other. I had read that some women see stars or flashes of light. I saw it all and more.

I was spent, and yet filled with such wonder. My angel was the supreme mistress in the art of lovemaking, and twelve bloody years old! It was as true as it was unbelievable.

For a while, all I could do was hold her in my arms, until she whispered. “Are you hungry yet?”

We ate our picnic lunch and drank some wine, all of us naked. I could feel the bond that now existed between the four of us. So it was with no shyness or reserve that I joined Jenny again when she asked if I wanted dessert. She showed me ways of making love that I had never imagined. I wasn’t even shocked when she first touched my tight rosebud before she kissed me there, and her tongue aroused such lewd thoughts and feelings that I returned the favour without conscious thought.

***

When I got home after a somewhat shaky drive, I poured myself a stiff brandy, and sat and pondered on the day. I imagined I could still feel her touch. My body was still tingling. God, I wanted her again.

My phone rang, breaking into my thoughts. It was her. “Are you thinking about me, sexy?” she asked.

“Jenny, you can’t begin to know what I’m feeling right now.”

“Well, I hope it’s your lovely pussy that you’re feeling. I’m feeling mine.” I was searching for the right answer, but she wasn’t finished. “Rebecca, a serious question. Are you okay with what happened? No regrets?”

I gasped. “Regrets! Oh my God no, Jenny. I’m so very, very happy.”

“So, you want to see me again, and I don’t mean in class?”

“Tomorrow, same time, same place?” I answered.

“Oh, yes, please.” She paused a moment before adding, “Just you and me this time.”

The End

Go here for a guide to the women and girls who populate “Sweet Poppy.” To get a thumbnail summary of the plot, please check out the Chapter Links.

by Joe Dornish

After Emma drove me back home, dropping me off with a hot kiss and a cheerful “See you tonight!” I raced inside to find Mum and Lilly waiting.

“So what happened? Tell us everything!” Lilly demanded, bouncing in place.

So I filled them in about the totally awesome sex I’d had an hour earlier with Emma’s sister Chrissie and her twin daughters. Mum said she couldn’t wait to meet little Lola and Lexi, which I knew meant she was desperate to fuck them. I knew she would feel that way, ‘cos girls that age really turn my Mum on… and the idea of sex with identical five-year-old twins had to be driving her crazy with lust. I made a mental note to try and get her into bed with them as soon as I could that evening.

I’d been thinking about Mum’s love of especially young girls. I knew she had sex with Lilly as often as with me, maybe even more. And Evie came over at least once or twice a week, where she’d make love in the afternoon with my sister, then spend the night with Mum. Lilly was totally okay about sharing her girlfriend with our mother, especially since she usually spent those nights in my bed. And every now and then, all four of us would have a sleepover in Mum’s room, where we’d fuck until everyone passed out.

Wanting to chat with Mum, I went into the kitchen where she was ironing clothes.

“Can I ask something, please?”

She smiled at me. “Of course, sweetie.”

“You have a big thing for Evie, right.”

“Yes,” she said, folding a shirt, then reaching for another.

“Is that your favourite age?” Then I realised what she was probably going to say, so I quickly added, “I know you like all girls and women, and each one is beautiful in their own way… but I was just wondering about, y’know, the way you feel about little girls.”

“Well…” She put the iron down, and a gush of steam came blowing out. “I suppose I am especially into the little ones… Evie’s age, yes, perhaps a couple of years younger, even. It depends on the girl, though.”

“I don’t follow.”

“As you rightly say, all children are lovely, but that doesn’t mean I have sexual feelings for every little girl I see. Look, I’m a lesbian, you know that. But that doesn’t mean I’m attracted to all women… just as I’m sure you’re not interested in every single girl at your school. Though I have to admit that quite a few girls around four, five or six have what it takes to get my knickers damp.”

“Is there an age that’s too young for you to like that way?”

“Until recently, I would’ve said that a child needs to understand what they are doing, enough so they can consent to it. She should be able to stop whenever she likes, and understand the importance of keeping secrets. That’s a lot for a young mind to take in, too much for children under four.” She paused, then shrugged. “At least that’s what I thought. But when you hear Kiki talk about Henri… well, it makes you think.”

“What did Kiki say, then?”

“In a nutshell, Henri went straight from nursing at Kiki’s breast to playing with her pussy – even licking it. Nothing Kiki could do would stop the child from going for her cunt, even before she could walk or talk. Baby Henri loved to touch herself, too… even more than playing with her toys.

“Mind you, Kiki did nothing to encourage that kind of behaviour. In fact, it was a couple of years before she got the courage to admit to herself it was okay and healthy. And by that time, they were lovers.”

Needless to say, I was hugely impressed. “Wow, that’s so cool. Little Henrietta was a lesbian, even as a baby!”

“Pretty much. Henri is a normal fourteen-year-old in every other way. Don’t forget, she’s been having proper sex since she was three or four. It’s the only way of life she knows. Henri’s had far more sex than I have, by a long shot.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely. And she’s our Mad Eleven sister, so I know she won’t mind me telling you this.”

Mum loved referring to everyone in our little club that way. I liked it too, the idea of being sisters with all these beautiful women and girls. She was right, too: there were no secrets in the Mad Eleven because, well, what deeper secret could there be than having sex with your own children?

“By the time she was about ten, Henri had become a very experienced lover. Lesbian lover, that is. To my knowledge, she’s never been near a boy… but who knows, that could change.”

“I doubt that,” I said. “Boys are always sniffing after her, but she can’t be bothered. I mean, there’s this one fella that other girls are always crushing on… he kept asking Henri out, and she finally told him to sod off! So, um, what was Henri like when she was younger?”

Well, Kiki tells me it was always Henri who pushed the boundaries and thought of new things for them to do. Apparently, she went through a phase of wanting sex outdoors.”

“Hmmm… now that sounds like a lot of fun.”

“I thought you might say that. Anyway, they nearly got caught fucking in a car park. That put them off public sex – for a while, anyhow.” She laughed, shaking her head. “When I first had sex with Henri, I couldn’t believe how experienced she was! This cute butter-wouldn’t-melt girl fucked me absolutely senseless. She was twelve then, nearly thirteen.”

Mum paused for a second to take a sip of water while I waited impatiently to hear more. I love these stories; they’re far better than any silly soap opera.

“When I started seeing Kiki regularly, Henri was getting especially adventurous, coming up with all sorts of new ideas for things she wanted to try.”

“Like what?” I asked eagerly.

“At first, it was just new positions and toys and stuff like that. But then… well, Henri’s tastes can be a little full-on, honestly.”

“Yeah, you’ve lost me, Mum.”

She sighed deeply, “Sweetie, this is super personal stuff. Perhaps I should let Henri tell you about what she likes. I’m a bit concerned that you’re too young for some of this.”

“Oh, Mum… can’t you tell me anything? You know Henri will if I ask her, right?”

“I’m not sure she would, Poppy, but you can try her out if you like.” She thought for a moment, then said,  “Fine. One thing she enjoys is roleplay.”

“What’s that, then?”

“It’s like a game where you pretend to be someone different. A bit like when kids play mums and dads, but sexual.”

“So… like make-believe?”

“Sort of.”

“But that doesn’t seem like it would be, y’know, especially wild. Sounds like fun to me!”

“It is fun, for sure. But sometimes when adults pretend to be other people, it can be a bit scary if you don’t know what’s going on. Young kids might think it’s real and not pretend, even if you tell them it is.”

“What kind of stuff is scary, though? That’s the bit I don’t understand.”

Mum shook her head. “You’re too clever for me, Poppy. If I tell you about one thing, and one thing only, will you promise to leave it there? For now, at least.”

“Well, I guess… but if it’s silly, the promise doesn’t count, agreed?” I extended my hand.

Mum laughed and shook it. “Agreed. Here it is. Henri likes to pretend she’s done something especially wicked, and then she wants to be spanked for it.”

That threw me. I could only stare.

“I can see your mind going at a hundred miles an hour, sweetie. Come on, ask away.”

“Erm, why?”

“Ha! I can trust you to always ask the right question. You’ll make a good barrister one day. Believe it or not, spanking can feel very nice. It’s as much a mental thing as a physical one. Have you ever fancied a teacher, even when she’s telling you off?”

I giggled. “Um, yeah, sort of.”

“It’s sort of like that, really. When you’re older, you’ll understand it better… but for the foreseeable future, that kind of thing is strictly out of bounds for you.”

I had no idea what ‘that sort of stuff’ was – other than spanking, which didn’t sound like fun at all.

“Yeah… it’s okay, Mum. Honestly, I’m not sure I want to know anymore. Um, there is one other thing I wanted to ask. It’s about Chrissie.”

“What’s that, then?”

Mum seemed genuinely interested when we spoke about stuff like this. I never got that feeling of being fobbed off or patronised by her. She was as much a friend to me and Lilly as she was a mother – or a lover.

“When I was with Chrissie and the twins, it seemed to me that Chrissie didn’t want to use the word ‘child’. She sort of hesitated before she said it.”

“Was it in a sexual context?”

“Yes.”

Mum nodded thoughtfully. “Emma told me about Chrissie and the twins when we arranged your visit to see them. Here’s the thing: she’s not been having sex with her daughters for very long. She’s fine with letting them be intimate with each other, but really struggled with the desire to make love to them herself.”

“She sure seemed happy about doing stuff with them today, though,” I pointed out. “And the girls, they totally loved it!”

“Sweetie, it’s not always easy for a woman to come to terms with… with liking little girls that way. It’s even harder to do something about it. And when the child you fancy is your own daughter, well, it can lead to some very confused feelings.”

Mum’s tone had changed. Now she wasn’t looking at me… just staring at the wall.

I took her hand in mine, “Mummy, you know Lilly and I love you to the ends of the earth. You’re the best mum ever. We’re both so, so happy right now. Know why? Because you were brave enough to take that first step, to help us become your lovers.”

Mum started crying, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. Wiping her tears away was useless, they just kept coming.

“Sweet Poppy,” she sobbed as I held her.

Once she’d calmed down and blown her nose, Mum said she needed to hear that, then told me I have a way with words. I’m not sure what she meant. All I do is say what I feel, really.

Shortly after that, Lilly came downstairs asking about lunch. Mum made us sandwiches, then she took me and Lilly upstairs for ‘birthday sex’, which meant whatever I wanted. Mind you, I did want to take a nap and get rested up before the party, but I wasn’t about to turn down sex with Mum and Lily. I wasn’t that tired!

So the three of us stripped off and got down to it. I had Mum and Lilly fuck me the way I wanted, one of them licking my pussy while the other ate my bum, and had an amazing orgasm. Then Lilly and I teamed up on our mother and had our way with her until she came buckets. I noticed how confident Lilly has become with anything to do with sex; she’s quite the little lover now (says me, the lesbian expert).

After we’d had our fill of fun, Lilly and I snuggled up and fell asleep together, while Mum went back downstairs… to finish getting stuff ready for that night, I guess. She gently woke us both up just before five o’clock. When she told me I only had an hour and a half to get ready, it all became very real, and I was bubbling over with nervous energy. After what seemed like years of waiting, my birthday sexfest was about to happen!

After a shower, I put on some music and did my hair. Mum came in as I was nearly finished. Her hair and makeup were done, but she was still naked. She was wearing a bit more makeup than normal, and bright red lipstick that matched her nails. God, she looked positively delicious. I wanted to kiss her, but forced myself to stay focused.

She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Need some help getting ready, sweetie?”

“Yes, please,” I answered, making a face at my reflection. “I can’t decide. Hair up or down?”

“Either looks good, but if it’s up it’ll stay out of the way when you’re having sex. Here, this is the invitation Kiki sent to everyone. I thought you’d like to see it.”

She handed me a black envelope with the invitation inside. The fancy gold lettering stood out against the black card.

The Mad Eleven request the pleasure of your company for the birthday celebrations of

Miss Poppy Webb

The theme is ‘Dare to Bare’!

Wear your sexy best!

But be warned, we’ll be going out in public!

Please arrive no later than 6:30, for cocktails and lots of fun and games!

On the back were Kiki’s address and contact details.

“Dare to bare? What’s that mean?” I asked.

“It means, daughter dearest, we’re going out dressed like a bunch of tarts. That’s all I can tell you.”

That did nothing to calm my growing anxiety, but I tried not to let it show. “What are you wearing, then?”

Mum gave me a smile that made my heart flutter. “Not much, believe me. You’ll see it before we go.”

I wanted to ask more questions, but decided it was best to get ready instead. I was glad to have accepted Mum’s help, as the straps and hooks on my lingerie were fiddly and needed adjusting.

I was just about to step into the knickers, but Mum shook her head. “Put those on over the suspender belt, love. If you wear them underneath, you won’t be able to take them off without undoing everything.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Thanks!”

We put the suspender belt on, fixed the straps to the right height, then Mum had me sit on the bed. One at a time, she rolled each silky smooth stocking up my leg to the top of the thigh and attached them to the straps dangling from the belt. It was incredibly sexy, having my naked mother dress me in such skimpy underthings.

Standing up, I needed a bit more adjusting, but was pleased that everything fit so nicely. The stockings were soft and sheer, so much nicer than my usual ones. Next, I put on the black lace shorts, arranging them so the pearl string hung right over my slit. The shorts sat on what little hips I have, feeling nice and snug. The choker with the chains went on next. I loved how the thin gold chains fell down my chest and went around to my back.

Mum did my makeup for me. Lilly and I had painted each other’s toes and fingernails bright red the night before, so that was taken care of. Mum put more make-up on me than usual, using lipstick that matched my nails, a touch of liner around the eyes, even a hint of mascara.

I got into my little black dress, brushed my hair again, then let Mum put it up in a bun for me. I slipped into my heels and paraded up and down.

“My God… you look stunning,” Mum said, resting a hand on her chest.

Gazing into the mirror, I took stock of myself. I looked older, maybe thirteen or so, dressed in a way that was completely inappropriate to be seen in public. My dress was so tight you could practically see the line of my slit through it, and the hem barely covered the tops of my stockings. The scoop neckline showed a hint of the gold chains that were also slightly visible through the dress.

I smiled at my mother’s reflection, “I think I’ve got the slutty bit sorted out, Mum. I won’t be able to bend over without flashing everyone!”

She laughed. “I think we’re all in the same boat there, sweetie. Christ, you look hot. If we had time, I’d fuck you silly right now.”

“Pity we’ve not got the time.”

“A pity indeed. Come on, let’s get your sister ready.”

Lilly was playing in her room. She was amazed at how grown-up I looked and said I was “totally the sexiest birthday girl ever!” She got a big kiss for that, then had to wipe my lipstick off her cheek. Funny, but since we’ve been fucking, my sister and I have got on brilliantly. If Mia wasn’t my girlfriend, I think Lilly would be my next choice.

Compared to Lilly, I was dressed rather conservatively. She wore the tiniest pair of shorts I’d ever seen. Mum called them ‘hot pants.’ They were bright gold and about three sizes too small for Lilly, by the look of it. They were too tight to wear knickers underneath and hugged her pussy so closely you could see the groove of her slit. Half her bum was exposed, too. On her upper half, she had a skimpy gold vest covered in sequins with thin spaghetti straps.

Mum held up a pair of strappy gold kitten heels. I helped Lilly put them on and she strutted about for us. She wobbled a bit at first, but took to them soon enough. “Where’d you find these, Mum?”

“I got them from that place that sells your ballet outfits. They’re dancing shoes, like the ones they wear on Strictly.”

I had to applaud. She was positively yummy! “Wow, Lils, sexy stuff! You look great.”

“Thanks! Now you, Mummy. Show Poppy your dress.” Lilly turned to me, grinning. “Wait till you see this!”

From the back of her wardrobe, Mum pulled out a dress I’d never seen before. It still had the clear plastic dry cleaner bag protecting it. Mum pulled that off and held up a red halterneck dress that looked even smaller than mine.

“Would you believe I got this over fifteen years ago, when I went to Ibiza? I planned to wear it clubbing, but chickened out. In fact, I’ve never worn it. I’ve put on a lot of weight since then, so I’m having second thoughts now.”

“Oh, pish posh, Mum. You’re still a major hottie. Now put it on, let us see you in it!”

She wriggled into the dress, then put on a pair of tall red heels. Nothing underneath, of course. I hadn’t realised the entire back was cut out so low you could see the top of her bum crack. It was skin-tight, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the hem? Well, short doesn’t cover it. In fact, that dress didn’t cover much of anything.

Mum tugged it down far as it would go, then studied herself in the mirror she said, “I think my minge is showing.”

Lilly giggled. “No, it’s covered up, Mum… but only just.”

“Well, I’ve got nothing else that I can wear, so it’ll have to do.”

“Have to do? Mum, I don’t think you realise how much you’re turning me on right now,” I told her.

Without warning, Lilly thrust a hand under my dress and felt my pussy. “She’s not lying, Mum, those pearls are all wet.”

Mum and I burst into laughter “What? She is wet!” Lilly protested.

“We had better get going,” Mum announced, reaching for her handbag. Come along girls, we’ve got one hell of a night ahead of us!” She led the way downstairs, and we dutifully followed.

Looking at the outrageous way we were dressed, I was having a hard time believing we were going out in public, but that’s what the invitation said. As the car pulled off I was nervous… but also utterly thrilled.

***

By the time we got to Kiki’s, I was in an excited tizzy, my tummy doing somersaults. Kiki opened the door and made a big fuss over me with lots of birthday kisses.

As I expected, she’d gone all out on her ensemble for the evening. Her dress, if you could call it that, was black and made of completely see-through fabric, like a stocking that covered her body. Underneath was a tiny g-string and a lace bra that failed to conceal her nipples. Her outfit was completed by a pair of black Christian Louboutin stilettos and a gold necklace.

As we entered, everyone clapped and cheered and shouted “Happy Birthday!” I was covered in kisses and drowned in hugs. We were the last to arrive. The whole Mad Eleven was there, plus Chrissie with those adorable little girls Lola and Lexi.

There was one person I hadn’t met, though. A girl who I’d guess was in her late teens, with jet-black hair, smouldering dark eyes and a curvy, hourglass figure. She was wearing a thin, dark green silk dress with black lace around the top and bottom. It was short and flimsy and her ample breasts jiggled nicely under the thin material. Then I realised that it wasn’t a dress, but a negligee!

Nicole saw me looking at the stranger and came over to introduce us. Nicole, by the way, was falling out of a little black dress about the same size and fit as my mummy’s and her legs were sheathed in sheer tan stockings.

“Poppy, I’d like you to meet Celeste.”

We said hello and she kissed my cheek – then kissed the other one, which threw me a bit. We almost bashed noses!

“I am sorry, ma chérie. In France, we kiss both cheeks,” she said in the world’s sexist accent.

Then it hit me. Celeste was the French au pair who stayed with Mia’s family for a while. I remember Mia telling me how everyone in the family had made love with her. Gosh, I was smitten straight away, and found myself hoping I’d get the chance to have sex with her later.

“Erm, that’s fine,” I told her. “I mean, more kissing is always better, right?” That made everyone laugh.

Moving across the room, Henri handed me a drink. “Here, this is for you, love. Mind you, there’s only a little bit of booze in there.”

It was red, had lots of fruit and a cute little umbrella in it, and tasted just like fruit juice. I wondered if there was any alcohol in there at all. Henri was wearing a tiny checked mini-skirt with a bra top and heels. That was it.

“You look stunning,” she said, caressing my bottom.

“Thanks, so do you,” I replied. “In fact, everyone looks brilliant.” They did, too. A roomful of beautiful women and girls, all dressed in their skimpiest, naughtiest things and ready to play.

There were too many people to tell you what everyone was wearing… this story would go on forever! A few did stand out, though. Just like my little sister, Evie, Lola and Lexi all wore hot pants. The twins were in black and white but opposite – so one had a white top and black shorts, while the other was reversed. Evie had on blue shorts and a red top. They all wore those cute little kitten heels.

Emma was in a mini dress with a high neckline and long sleeves with see-through mesh across the front that just missed exposing her vagina and breasts, but enough was revealed to make it clear she was nude underneath. But Mia… gosh, I nearly fainted at the sight of her! She was wearing a tight dress similar to mine, but in white. Underneath she had on white hold-ups, but her dress didn’t cover the lace tops, she left them on full show. White heels, a pearl necklace and stunning make-up finished off the look. She came over when the fuss of my arrival had died down and we kissed passionately.

“I love you,” I told her, loud enough for the others to hear, and they all went “Aww…”

Mia blushed and handed me a small envelope. “Happy birthday,” she told me with a shy smile.

I opened the envelope and read the card. It was very sweet, one she’d made herself with little hearts drawn everywhere. There was another small envelope inside. I opened it, and out fell a card that said, Valid for one navel piercing.

Mis saw the look of confusion on my face. “Our mums said we can have belly button piercings! We’re going to get them done together, next week!”

I felt myself light up inside. “You’re kidding me! Really?”

Mum was standing beside me, “Nope, we’re not. I’ve found a place that’s very nice, one where they won’t ask questions about your age.”

I was taken aback – what an amazing gift! Hugging Mia again, I whispered how grateful I was. She knew I desperately wanted to have my navel pierced. I’d nagged my mum for ages about it. Mia told me later that she and her little sister worked together to persuade Mum. I can only imagine what that involved!

Kiki came over to me holding a medium-sized present, with Henri next to her holding a smaller one. Kiki raised a hand, and everyone fell silent to hear her speak.

“First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for coming, then let all of you know how goddamned sexy you all look! Well done, ladies, you’ve outdone yourselves.” There was a round of applause and cheering and Henri did a loud wolf whistle. The atmosphere was electric, with everyone excited about what was to come.

“Tonight, our fledgling Mad Eleven club has some very special guests in attendance. There’s Celeste, and Chrissie with her beautiful twins Lola and Lexi. Welcome, ladies!”

Everyone clapped again. The twins got shy and hid their faces against their mummy’s legs.

“We are here,” Kiki continued, “to celebrate the eleventh birthday of a very special young lady, our very own sweet Poppy.”

The cheering and applause were loud and went on for ages, along with lots of wolf whistles. Nicole shouted “Our very sexy Poppy, you mean!” I felt myself blush, but blew everyone kisses.

Kiki resumed. “Like many women and girls around the world, we all appreciate the delights of lesbian sex. However, we’ve found that there’s an extra special bond that takes place when mothers, daughters and sisters come together to make love. We also understand that one can experience and enjoy sex even as a child… and when women and little girls come together as lovers, it’s especially delicious!”

There was lots of clapping with everyone nodding in agreement – especially Mum, who seemed on the verge of joyful tears.

“Children become curious about such things whenever they’re ready to, not when some law says they should!” Kiki declared. “There’s no shame in accepting the precious love and affection a child can offer. Whether you’re six or sixty, you are ready when you are ready!”

We all cheered, and Nicole shouted, “Well, I’m ready!” which made everyone laugh.

Kiki turned to me. “I think it’s safe to say that without Poppy, there would be no Mad Eleven club… and we’d not be here tonight. We owe a debt to this young lady.” Holding her cocktail high, she said, “To sweet Poppy.”

Everyone loudly echoed, “TO SWEET POPPY!” and drank. Wow, I was super embarrassed by then. Kiki wasn’t finished, though.

“Before we carry on, I know how my darling Poppy loves to show off her sexy little body in public… hence our theme for tonight. I, for one, would like to get a peek at what she has on under that dress. What do you say, ladies?”

The room was filled with cries of “Yes!” and ‘Take it off!”

Henri approached me and said, “Arms.” I lifted them up and she pulled the dress over my head, then handed it to Mum.

There were gasps around the room. My face flushed even hotter, and my legs quivered a bit. I’d never imagined I’d be stripped to my lingerie in front of everyone so early in the evening. And since my black lace knickers were open at the crotch, my slit was on full display. It felt a bit awkward, but I was very turned on, too… and that sensation was getting more intense. I wondered if they would ask me to get completely naked next, thinking that I’d be okay with it.

“There now, that’s better,” said Kiki with a wink. “Okay, time for more gifts. This is a small one from me and Henrietta.”

“But I thought the party was my gift from you?”

“It is, but I couldn’t resist giving you this as well. Go ahead darling, open it up.”

I peeled the paper off the smaller of the two presents. It was a long pale blue jewellery box with a name I didn’t recognise on the top, ‘Tiffany’s’. I opened it up and started to cry straight away. Somebody handed me a tissue and I wiped my eyes.

Kiki and Henri had got me a gold necklace. Attached was a poppy made from lots of little bright red gemstones and clear ones around the outside, all inlaid in gold. Kiki took it out and put it on for me.

“There now.” She nodded approvingly. “That looks more beautiful than I imagined.”

It was, too. But before I could offer thanks, Henri handed me the larger package.

“This is from everyone here, especially your mum and Lilly.”

When I got the paper off, all I saw was a brown box with writing on it. Then I read the word LAPTOP.

“Oh my God!” I squealed. “You got me a laptop?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I can’t… how did… I’m just – oh hell, I don’t know what to say! Th-thank you, everyone…I’m so…”

I felt so special, so loved at that moment. It was too much. The tears started again – only this time, most of the adults were crying, too, and so was Mia. In fact, she was weeping more than I was.

A cuddle with Kiki, then Mia soon had me smiling again. Then Nicole came over and playfully pinched my nipples, which made me laugh.

Once our jovial mood had been restored, Kiki placed a chair in the centre of the room and asked me to sit in it as everyone gathered around. Standing next to Kiki, Henri was holding a small velvet drawstring bag. Like the one I use for my vibrator, only fancier.

“No birthday party would be complete without a few games,” Kiki began. “This is something that Henri came up with, called ‘Draw a Name’. It’s simple enough – the birthday girl starts us off by drawing a name from this bag. Whoever gets their name picked gets to make Poppy come right here, in front of everyone. Then that person gets to take a turn. She sits in the chair and picks a name from the bag. Whoever that gives her an orgasm, and so on.”

“What a marvellous game!” Mum exclaimed.

“I hope I get picked,” Evie said, giving me a look that made my heart throb.

Putting my hand in the bag, I drew a small piece of folded paper, which I handed to Kiki.

She smiled when she saw the name. “Perfect.” Looking up, she said, “Celeste… will you come forward, please?”

Our special guest shyly approached me. As she drew closer, I caught sight of the slip of paper in Kiki’s hand. To my surprise, the name on the paper wasn’t Celeste, but Kiki! She caught me looking, then winked and blew me a kiss. God, I loved Kiki so much at that moment. So unselfish of her, going all out to make our newcomer feel special. I’m sure she also knew that I was eager to be pleasured by Celeste. I blew a kiss back to Kiki, promising myself that I’d be fucking her silly that night.

Celeste was standing before me, hands clasped together. “This is a very nice way to get to know you, Poppy! Please tell me – how would you like to be made to come? Shall I use my tongue?”

“Oh, gosh, er… yes, please!”

Celeste knelt in front of me and spread my legs wide, licking her lips as she studied my exposed cunt. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “I would love to please this pretty pussy for many minutes, but our time is short, so…”

Then she attacked my clit with her tongue. Leaning back in the chair I gripped both arms tightly, settling in for what promised to be a wild ride. I looked for Mum, and saw she’d pulled her dress up and was rubbing herself with one hand, caressing little Evie with the other. Some of the others were masturbating, too.

Celeste took no prisoners. Her tongue was like a machine that brought me off quicker than I’d ever come before. Of course, getting fucked with an audience of scantily dressed women and girls only added to the thrill of it all.

Once she’d brought me to a squealing climax, Celeste stood, smiling as she licked her lips. “That was lovely, Poppy. I am glad to have been the first to make you come. Tonight, I hope you have many more.”

“Thank you, it was wonderful. Er, could we do that again later, please? I’d like to return the favour.”

“Of course! I would like this very much,” she said, giving me a deep, hungry kiss before rejoining the others.

I sat there with legs spread, my sloppy cunt on full show. “Doesn’t Celeste get to pick a name from the bag now?” I said.

“Not yet, darling,” Kiki told me. “It’s nearly time for us to go. We’ll play this again later on, though.”

Mum handed me my dress. “Put this back on, sweetie.”

I shrugged into it. Mum fussed with my hair a bit, kissed my cheek, then went over to Lilly to help adjust the spaghetti straps on her tiny top.

I managed to steal a quick moment alone with Henri before we left, and asked her, “Can you help me with something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I’d like to set Mum up with the twins and Evie and Lilly, so she can have some private time with them all. Making love to four little girls at once… God, that would make her sooooo happy! I want it to be a surprise, so I can thank her for being the best mum in the world.”

“That’s a smashing idea, Pops. I’ll have a chat with Mum and sort it all out. Probably for when we get back from dinner – how’s that sound?”

“Perfect!”

When we emerged from Kiki’s house, two black limousines were waiting for us. They were the longest cars I’d ever seen, much too big to get up the driveway, so we clip-clopped our way down to them and piled inside. I was in the front car with little Lexi (who chose to climb into my lap), her aunt Emma, Lilly, Evie, Celeste and Mum.

The interior of the limousine was incredibly posh, like a small luxury flat. There was a TV inside, even a bar with chilled champagne! Of course, Mum insisted on opening one of the bottles, so we could toast my birthday yet again. Even the kids got glasses of bubbly, only theirs were topped up with lemonade. That left us in a warm, mellow mood, so we settled in for a cosy chat.

Emma had some very interesting news for us: after dropping me off that morning she went back home, where she made love to her nieces for the very first time. Of course, she’d wanted to be with Lexi and Lola for a while, especially after they became sexually involved with their mum, but couldn’t quite bring herself to make that first move.

“When you made love with the girls this morning… God, it made them so happy,” Emma told me. “And after the amazing time I had at Kiki’s place, I couldn’t stop thinking about my nieces that way. I spoke with Chrissie that night and she told me that I didn’t have to be afraid of my feelings for Lola and Lexi… that they wanted me to enjoy them, to love their beautiful little bodies.” She gave a happy sigh. “So, this afternoon, after I dropped you home… that’s exactly what I did!”

“And it was soooooo nice!” Lexi cried, squirming in my lap.

Mum smiled sweetly at the adorable five-year-old. “I’d love to hear about it,” she said, absently cupping her left breast.

So Lexi, with occasional help from Emma, began to tell us about how she and her twin Lola spent the afternoon in bed with their beloved aunt. Lexi was very articulate for her age, and the adults talked to her just as they would to each other. It made me feel good to see that in our little private society, a girl of five was just as important and interesting a member of the group as someone like Kiki.

By the time their story reached its conclusion, my knickers were damp… but so were everyone else’s. Lexi said, “That’s all,” then gazed up at her aunt with adoring eyes. “I love you, Auntie Emma,” she whispered.

“I love you too, sweet child,” Emma softly replied. Leaning in, she claimed her niece’s mouth in a sensuous kiss. The sight of their tongues engaging only got me wetter.

Before I knew it, our half-hour journey had flown by, the two limousines were pulling up to the curb of the restaurant. Mum mentioned on the way there that Kiki had booked a large private function room away from the main restaurant, so we would have complete privacy. As you can imagine, I was excited to hear that!

We climbed out and made our way to the entrance, where a doorman with a shiny top hat opened the doors and ushered us inside. I was impressed to see Kiki give him a twenty-pound note. The restaurant was inside a very posh-looking hotel, so we had to walk through the lobby and over to the desk. Kiki spoke briefly to a woman behind the counter, who nodded, then vanished.

We were being very quiet and trying not to attract attention, but it was futile. The main bar was just across from the reception desk, with a steady stream of people coming and going, and the way we were dressed was bound to get us noticed. We were all tits and legs, with so much bare skin on show that it looked like a stripper convention… only one with little girls participating. Some of the women gave us disdainful looks, and more than a few of the men were staring in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

It felt like forever, but soon a smiling hostess appeared, leading us over to a lift that led to a large room on the first floor. There was one long table set for us with fine linen and more knives, forks and glasses than I’d ever thought possible to use in a single meal.

We had the most marvellous dinner, with six – no, seven courses. Each course consisted of plates with beautifully arranged tiny bits of food, every one a work of art. I can’t tell you what most of the dishes were, but I tried everything and enjoyed nearly all of it. I was sitting between Mia and Nicole, with Emma and Lilly close by.

Emma asked Mia and me about our relationship, grown-up stuff like how we first knew it was real love. She wanted to know how we dealt with jealousy, if it was a problem when one of us had sex with someone else. We both giggled, then I told her that actually, it turned us on to see each other having fun. We have a rule, though, that at the end of the night we always slept together, or at least tried to – sometimes, you have to nod off right where you are.

Emma laughed, and Nicole said, “Quite a few adults could take a leaf out of your book, girls.”

While we dined, I’d been eyeing up some of the waitresses. Kiki, you see, had requested that only women serve us that evening, and they were all young and beautiful. Once the dessert dishes were taken away, they cleared the table completely, then wiped it down with little brushes.

Kiki stood and tapped her glass with a fork. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.

“Ladies, we made special arrangements for this evening’s meal, and the staff went all out to accommodate us. I think they did a stonkingly good job of it, too.”

She began to clap, then everyone stood up and applauded the eight pretty girls. They all looked pleased; some of them even blushed. Kiki gave one of them an envelope and said something I couldn’t hear. The girl nodded, then they all left the room. I noticed a couple of the girls giving us wistful looks, as if they wanted to be part of whatever it is we were doing.

There was only one door into the room, and when the waitresses left, Kiki bolted it shut from the inside. “Now that we’re alone, we have just enough time for one quick round of Draw a Name.” Producing the bag, she held it out to Celeste. “Would you do the honours?”

“Oui,” she murmured and picked a piece of paper from the bag that Henri held out to her.

Celeste peeked at the paper, then smiled. “Christine,” she said.

We all cheered and clapped and said rude things. I shouted, “Lick her pussy!”

After a brief word with Celeste, Chrissie climbed up onto the table and stretched out on her back. The cheering got louder as Celeste kicked her heels off, then pulled the pretty green dress over her head. I wasn’t surprised to see that underneath, she was completely nude. She had lovely wide hips, a thick but neatly trimmed patch of black pubes, and full heavy breasts with brown nipples. Her skin was an olive tone, and I noticed as she got up on the table that her underarms were unshaven. Gosh, she seemed so sexy and exotic to me. I was determined to have sex with her at least once more that evening.

Squatting above Chrissie, Celeste slowly lowered her cunt to the older woman’s mouth. She had her arms extended out to the sides for balance, and Mum took one hand for support so Celeste didn’t topple over. She gently rode Chrissie’s face as we all looked on. There was a little laughter and chatter around the room, but it was much quieter than before.

I had a perfect view of Chrissie’s tongue as she trailed it through her younger lover’s pussy, licking her over and over again, making happy humming noises that made it clear how much she enjoyed this. Celeste was swaying back and forth, dreamy-eyed with pleasure. I was fingering myself while I watched the sex show – not to make myself come, but because it felt nice.

When Celeste had her orgasm, we all cheered and clapped, then helped them both down. Looking around the table, I guessed that some of the others had been masturbating too.

I was snogging with Mia when Kiki told us it was time to leave. We marched through the lobby again, heads held high, making a godawful racket as we laughed and giggled our way out to the waiting limos, ready to take us back to Kiki’s place.

It was only 9 PM, and the party was about to get started for real.

On to Chapter Twenty!Sweet Poppy, Chapter 20

by Kinkychic

“So, my little one, you think you are ready?” Chantelle said.

“Yes, Madame,” I replied.

“Well, so do I. I shall soon have a pleasant surprise for you.”

She had been keeping me to herself for close to a month, and I was eager to begin my career in earnest.  I had grown impatient with learning to walk, speak, dress, and undress. Such things are secondary to the task of pleasuring women, and that, I believed, was not so complicated.

When the day arrived, however, I felt quite apprehensive. Chantelle would not tell me who the client was, only that she was a married lady with a liking for young girls and socially quite prominent, so that absolute discretion was essential. She did add that she thought I would like the woman, although, because I was expected to behave in a professional manner, my personal preferences were not at issue.

Our tête-a-tête was scheduled for the afternoon. I had on a new dress, undergarments and slippers, and my hair had been styled by one of the girls. The mirror revealed a stunning first-time whore. I was as ready as I would ever be.

It was with some trepidation that I softly knocked on the door. I heard the word “entrar,” so I knew my employer was Spanish. I opened the door and walked into the room – and almost immediately forgot everything I’d been taught. Not only was this woman astoundingly beautiful, but I recognised her at once. She was none other than the Governor’s wife, the Contessa. Prior to this moment, I had seen her only at a distance, and only a few times, at civil functions on the Plaza.

She waved a hand at me. “Parar ahí.” I stood before her, recovering my poise as she studied me, and assuming a subtle pose. Then I turned slowly about, all the while holding my head in place, fixing her with my gaze. Her eyes gleamed, and she smiled. “Magnifica, tan hermosa.”

I had passed my first test. She had called me beautiful. “M… may I speak, Madame?”

“Si. Sorry, I mean yes, you may. You will forgive me when I speak Spanish, but my English is good also.”

I could easily have spoken in Spanish to her. It was, after all, my second language, but Chantelle had told me to play the game and speak only in English. “My name is Francine, and I thank you for the compliment, but I am lucky. Madame is beautiful as well.” I meant every word. She must have been over forty, but she had that unique Spanish beauty heightened by a poise that comes only with breeding and culture.

I saw that she was delighted with my compliment. It was only when she clicked her fingers that I noticed the young girl who stood behind her. “Champagne for my guest please, Sofía. Then you may leave us.”

The girl gave me a quick, and as I would describe it, conspiratorial smile. Perhaps she was already well acquainted with her mistress’s inclinations. She poured me a flute full of the sparkling wine, topped off the Contessa’s glass, and with one last, mischievous smile at me, quietly left.

The Contessa gestured for me to sit beside her on the long chaise longue. She took my hand in one of hers. “Please be comfortable with me, and you may call me Anna. We are to be friends so you will speak as you please. There is no need to ask.”

She studied my face now I was closer to her. “Chantelle tells me you are not yet twelve. Can this be true? You look too beautiful to be so young.”

“Yes, it is true, Madame… Anna.”

The colour rose in her cheeks, but she was not blushing. She was burning with lust – lust for me. It crossed my mind that even as confident as she tried to sound, she herself was perhaps just as nervous as I. The realisation gave me courage. I put my glass down and slowly took hers from her hand, smiling my most beguiling smile. “Then perhaps you will kiss me, Anna,” I said “It is what you want most, I think.”

Her lips trembled slightly just before they touched mine. I kissed her with all of my newly taught skills, and I could feel the tension leaving her as she responded. My hands began to explore her. I caressed her arms, her back, and finally, the exposed tops of her breasts.

The bodice was too tight for my hand to slip inside. I broke the kiss and gently turned her away from me, reaching for the catches that ran down her back. As I unfastened them, I whispered in her ear, “An easier dress to remove would be more suitable next time, Anna. This one is making me wait too long to touch you as I long to do.”

She nodded just as my hands slipped inside her dress. I reached around her body and cupped both of her breasts, which were still well covered. She leaned back against me as I massaged and squeezed the firm globes. Her nipples responded to my touch, and her breathing quickened. Then her own hands came up and pressed mine through the dress.

She tilted her head to the side as I nuzzled her neck, little kisses here and there. She repeated my name as her passion mounted, and I was happy that I, a mere girl and a commoner, was mistress of this grand lady. It was what I had trained for – most of the time, at least.

I asked her to stand, and I pulled down her dress. There were several petticoats to be removed before I saw her drawers and the snow-white stockings held in place by pink ribbons.

She leaned back against me as I resumed my exploration of her breasts. She tried to turn around but I held her firm. “Not yet, my love.” I felt the soft skin of her tummy, tickled the dent of her navel, and continued down until I was inside her most intimate garment. A thick tangle of hair covered her pussy, which I tugged and twirled between my fingers.

She spread her legs, inviting me to descend even lower, but I resisted, teasing her. At last I turned her to face me, my lips once more seeking hers. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and her own came to meet it. Her arms enfolded me, and her hands tore at my clothes.

I pulled away and smiled at her. “You would like to see me – my young body?”

Forgetting herself, she hissed a breathless “Si!”

“Then you shall,” I said.

I led her to the bed and gently pushed her down. I had my first client, and it was a lady of distinction, never mind one so beautiful. I would give her an exhibition she would remember all her life. I was now thoroughly enjoying myself. I felt so very wicked, so very desirable, and yet dominant – and I sensed this was just what she hungered for.

Her expression, as she watched, revealed how she wanted me. Her lust was in the open. She even gasped several times as I gradually exposed myself to her.

When, at last, I stood naked before her, lazily fingering my pussy, she gave a whimper and extended a hand to me. I raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Anna? Do tell me what you want. I am but an innocent young girl, and I require instruction.”

“My God, Francine, stop teasing me! Never have I seen such a beautiful young body. You have driven me mad. I want you here in my arms. I want you to make love to me.”

I approached her slowly, with a most seductive gait. I put a finger to her lips, expecting her to kiss it, but instead she took it wholly into her mouth and sucked, tasting the flavour that lingered from my pussy.

I pushed her back until she lay flat on the bed, then climbed on top of her, my sharp little breasts pressed to her own, more ample spheres. Though I brushed her lips with mine, I did not stop for a kiss. Rather, I chewed at her neck and ears. When I reached her throat, she pushed her head deeper into the pillow and dug her fingers into my back.

I slid down until my face was buried in the valley between her breasts, my hands at either side, pressing them to my cheeks. I sucked her flesh, leaving a mark before moving on to her nipples. The brown rings that encircled them were pronounced and stood up from the surrounding whiteness, inviting me to take them into my mouth.

Her fingers hurt me, her nails gouging my back, but that only told me that I had her exactly where I wanted her.

She was a bit more ticklish than I, writhing and clenching her stomach as my tongue roved over her. I kissed along the waist-line of her drawers, my hands caressing her legs, one after the other. I felt the silkiness of her stockings, and then the soft, milky flesh of her thighs.

Pulling at the front of her final garment, I eased it down until I could bury my face in her thatch of hair. She raised her bottom just enough for me to remove it entirely. She was now quite naked, but for her stockings.

Her fingers clutched at the bedclothes as she watched me slowly lower my head. I stopped and waited. “Francine!” she begged.

I extended my tongue until the tip just grazed her lips. She raised her hips to me, but I pulled my head away, permitting only that feathery contact. I saw her pleading look, but still, only with the merest touch did my tongue travel along the ridges of her pussy.

She must have realised that I would continue to tease if she tried to force me. She relaxed slightly, leaving me to set the pace.

I spread her open with my fingers, breathing her heady aroma as I focused on her glistening hood. I glanced up as I extended my tongue, witnessing her anticipation. The thought crossed my mind that her clit was larger than Chantelle’s before, with a long soft, suck, I took it into my mouth.

She shrieked aloud, then let go with a stream of foul language, the likes of which I would never have expected from such a lady. Her hips pushed up to meet me, shaking as my tongue flicked at her. But I wanted to prolong her agony. Once more I pulled away and, taking hold of her legs and raising them high, I kissed and licked my way back down. My tongue skittered over her pussy as I went, but I continued downward until the twitching rosebud of her bumhole came within reach. I pressed into her centre, trying to enter, but only partially succeeding.

I left a finger there, continuing to press as I returned my attention to her pussy. My lips played with her clit once more, and the fingers of my free hand eased between her lips, delving deep inside.

Chantelle had taught me where to search for a place she said some women had. Chantelle had it, and so did I, and, I now discovered, so did Anna. She let out another shout when my curled fingers found the spot. Her body went rigid, her buttocks lifting from the bed.

My tongue fluttered upon her clit, and the finger at her lower hole pressed even harder. Slowly, it eased inside. I felt the increased heat and the urgent clutches of her ass as I probed more deeply.

Now I was ready to take her over the edge. Her rigidness changed in character. She trembled and shouted again, calling out my name as she began to shake. I kept her climax going, one orgasm rolling into another. Finally, she collapsed, moaning quietly.

Drawing myself up beside her, I kissed her cheeks and her eyes as my fingers lightly caressed her breasts.

It was an age before she opened her eyes to look at me with an expression of wonder. She traced my lips with a finger, and in a very quiet voice, not really directed at me, she said, “So clever – so impossible from such a young angel.”

At last her eyes came into focus, and she was with me again. “I wonder if you know how special you are,” she said. “Chantelle told me that I would be your first and that I should be gentle with you. How wrong she was! There is no need to be gentle with you. You are beyond anything I could imagine. So very, very clever.”

She put her hands to my shoulders and pushed me back. “Now, I want to explore your magnificent young body, and show you how much I already love you.”

I lay still as she marvelled at my small breasts, aroused my pointed nipples, and stared at my clit after opening my pussy lips. She even deigned to ask my permission before dipping her tongue into me. She asked me to turn over and rise to my knees. I spread my buttocks wide as her lips explored my ass, her tongue teasing my hole just as I had done with hers. When she got me slippery enough, she pressed a finger into me. Another followed, but she was gentle, taking her time, waiting for me to expand enough to accept her.

She put her other hand to my pussy and began to fuck me. I reached down to my clit, massaging it between two fingers.

It was the first time that I had been brought to an orgasm while I was bent over on my knees. It was also the first time I’d had my ass fucked as I came.

We lay together for ages, idly chatting. She asked me if it were true that other than Chantelle, I’d never been with anyone else until today. She said she didn’t count Chantelle, as she was my teacher, and thus she considered herself to be my first lover. I noticed how she avoided using the term “customer” or “client” at any time. She also said that she had noticed that I was still a virgin.

Suddenly, she asked if I knew who she was.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’ve seen you at the ceremonies in front of the Governor’s residence.”

“And you aren’t at all awed by who I am?”

“I am more awed by how beautiful you are,” I said. “And more honoured that I was able to please you.”

“You, my Francine, have more than pleased me. It is I who am honoured to have met you and I hope that you would do me the honour again when I am next able to be here.”

She kissed me one final time before pressing three guineas into my hand. “You will go now, Francine, and please send Sofia in to help me dress. You will remember today is our secret. No one must ever know that I have been here.”

I stared in astonishment at the gold in my hand. I went to answer her, but she brushed my cheek and said, “Go.”

I gathered my clothes and went to the door, giving her one last smile over my shoulder and raising a hip in farewell. She laughed with delight as I went out.

My mother was as astonished as I had been when I placed two guineas on the table. “And Chantelle has taken her share? She must have been a very rich person.” Hastily, she added, “No, I’m not asking who it was. It’s something we don’t do.” Then she remembered herself. “What about you? Are you all right?”

“Never better,” I said. “My first client was wonderful – a real lady and so very lovely. I know I’m going to have fun, and be paid to pleasure such fine ladies, with no worries about men. It’s all just too marvellous.”

“We work as a family now,” Mother said, taking my hand. “I’ve overcome my doubts, and I can see how happy you are, and now you will have money to spend. I can see that your liking is for women. It’s something I don’t share, but I respect your choice, so long as you’re content.”

I did not have to think. I already knew what I wanted. “Mother, I need only a little money for clothes and things. The rest is for the home, our home. Some new furniture and carpets, things to make us more comfortable. I want to pay my way.”

My mother fetched the wine, and we touched glasses. “A team, my sweet – that’s what we are now,” she said. She looked happier than I had seen her in many months.

On to Chapter Four!