Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Amanda looked at the two women sitting shoulder to shoulder across the table from her, watching her intently as they listened to the tale she spun. She reached over and thumbed the recorder.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m getting hungry,” said Amanda.

She could see that both Cheryl and Lisa were breathing harder and she was pretty sure that Lisa’s hand, though hidden under the table, was on Cheryl’s lap doing who knows what. Wow! I must be turning them on…

“Um yes, food. Good idea,” Cheryl said, clearing her throat. Amanda caught Lisa’s eye and smiled as the woman blushed, withdrawing her hand.

The three women ordered lunch and chatted while they ate.

“Let me get this straight,” Lisa said with a grin, after swallowing a bite of her sandwich. “During the first day of your trip, you got two phone numbers, got laid, and got a guaranteed fuck buddy for the rest of the week.”

Amanda laughed and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”

“Not at all. But, wow!” Lisa shook her head, grinning.

Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to guess that the Wednesday night work commitment you spoke of is actually a rendezvous with Marie, the flight attendant.”

Amanda just smiled back mischievously and shrugged, saying nothing.

“I see. So… when does Sasha come into the picture again?” Cheryl asked.

“Who’s being nosy now?” Lisa giggled, playfully pushing her shoulder up against Cheryl, who wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue at her wife.

“Soon,” Amanda replied, laughing at their antics.

Once the meal was done, and they’d all taken a bathroom break, Cheryl keyed the recorder and Amanda continued her story.

*********

The seminar wasn’t starting until noon on Monday, so I was able to get some sleep after my decadent night of wine and sex. It was almost 9:00 when I woke, and I noticed that Jeannie was no longer in bed with me.

I glanced around the room. Thoughts of the girl having had regrets and sneaking out in the middle of the night ran through my mind. I crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. On the mirror, in red lipstick, she had left me a note.

Thank you for a great night.
See you at 6-ish. XOXO J.

Just below her initial was the unmistakable imprint of a lipstick kiss Jeannie had placed on the mirror before she left. I smiled and got into the shower.

Late that afternoon, when my work day was over, I returned to my room and changed into a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. The note on the bathroom mirror was gone. I wondered what housekeeping had thought when they saw that. Of course, I reasoned, they probably were used to finding all sorts of strange things left behind by their guests.

Shortly after 6:00, Jeannie knocked at my door. As soon as I let her in, she wrapped her arms around me. I leaned down and kissed her mouth.

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind all day,” she said, smiling sweetly at me.

“Same here,” I chuckled, kissing her again.

Jeannie and I went out for supper, then took in a show. After stopping for a drink, we came back to my hotel and spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths. We brought each other to several breathtaking orgasms before drifting off to sleep, cuddling together.

Tuesday was much like Monday, and the evening was just as hot, passionate, and wonderfully orgasmic. Although I liked being with Jeannie, I really couldn’t see a serious relationship being a possibility, mainly because of the huge age gap. I was, after all, old enough to be her mother.

When the seminar paused for a short recess Wednesday afternoon, I looked at my mobile to check the time. The display showed 3:20 in large white numerals. From my pocket I took a piece of paper, the one Marie had given me with her phone number on it. I hesitated a moment before calling her. I’d lied to little Jeannie about my plans for that evening, and I was feeling a bit guilty about that. Finally, I took a deep breath and keyed the number.

After the third ring, a soft voice spoke. “Hello?”

“Hi, Marie? This is Amanda. We met Sunday on the flight to Ottawa. You gave me… uh, a lacy gift.”

“Oh! Hi! I’m so glad you called!” she exclaimed, before adding with a giggle, “I hope you enjoyed the gift.”

“Yes, I certainly did.”

She laughed, then said, “So, do you want to get together this evening for a drink and a bite to eat?”

“I would like that very much. I’ll be finished work at 4:30 and I’ll need an hour to get ready after that.”

“That sounds great. Where are you staying?” After I told her, she said, “Okay, um, there’s a really nice bar and grill next to the airport hotel. Shall we meet there, say, at 7:00?”

“Sure, that’s perfect,” I replied. “I’ll see you at 7:00. I’m looking forward to it.

I hung up after getting the name of the restaurant and went back to the conference room. Once I was done for the day, I headed back to my hotel, showered and changed into a pair of tight jeans and a polo shirt. At 6:30 I took the elevator down to the lobby, then hailed a cab. I had Googled the place Marie suggested, and gave the name and address to the cabbie.

After a twenty-minute ride, the taxi dropped me off. I paid the guy and made my way toward the entrance. The glowing red neon sign above the doors read Dino’s Bar and Grill. I smiled at the reference to the Thin Lizzy song, “The Boys are Back in Town,” and found myself humming the tune as I walked inside.

The restaurant was rustic with a western motif. It had a friendly atmosphere, and the distinct aromas of the meals being served made my stomach growl. A hostess approached me with a menu.

“I’m meeting someone,” I told her, looking around, “but I’m not sure if she’s here yet.”

“Amanda?” asked a voice from behind me.

I turned and smiled as Marie appeared from behind a privacy wall separating the entrance from the waiting area adjacent to the doors. She too was dressed in jeans and a loose polo shirt.

“You seem to have found her,” the hostess remarked. “Table for two?”

Marie and I nodded, already arm in arm, and the woman led us to a table near the back of the room. After we had been seated, she handed us each a menu. “Anything to drink?” she asked.

“Yes, a bottle of wine, please,” said Marie, “your house white.”

After the hostess left, Marie turned to me with a grin. “Neither of us has to drive, and it’s a short walk back to my room.”

Her blue eyes sparkled, and her beautiful ginger hair was no longer braided but instead hung in waves over her shoulders. A small band of freckles crossed over the bridge of her nose. Ruby red lips glistened in the pale light of the room.

She was breathtaking, to say the least, and I could feel myself quickly becoming aroused. I was certain this night would end with the two us in bed together — why else would she be here? I’d made it clear on the plane that I wanted her, and now she was reciprocating that interest. The only question was if we were going to make love or just fuck. Either one was fine with me.

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. “So, are we going back to your room later?”

“I believe you owe me a pair of panties,” Marie said with a wink. “I may want to collect on that debt.”

We laughed together, and I took her hand, gently squeezing. It was warm, her touch inviting. Over the next hour and a half, we talked and ate and polished off a second bottle of wine.

After we finished dessert, Marie pulled out her wallet to pay for the meal. I tried to do the same, but Marie wouldn’t hear of it. “You’re on a date with me, so I’ll pay,” she smiled. I held up my hands in mock surrender.

As we walked, well, more like staggered out the door and toward her hotel, Marie hooked her arm securely in mine. With patches of snow on the sidewalk and all that wine in our systems, it was probably a wise course of action.

“It’s rather cold tonight, isn’t it?” Marie shivered, clutching at the open collar of her coat.

I glanced over at her and smiled. “You think so? Maybe I could help you with that.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

I stopped and turned to face the woman, my hands on her arms. Her breath formed wispy clouds in the cold night air that drifted up past her cheeks. I looked into her amazing blue eyes, then leaned in and kissed her. If she was surprised, she didn’t show it. Our lips moved together, and I brought my hands up over her back. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue against Marie’s soft lips. They parted, and our tongues met. They swirled and danced together. I could taste her cherry lip gloss and smell the lingering scent of the wine. She pulled me tight against her and moaned into my mouth.

“Warmer now?” I asked as I broke the kiss.

“Un-huh,” she nodded, wobbling a bit. Although it was a dark, starless night, I could easily see the broad smile that crossed her face beneath the glow of the streetlamp. I linked my arm with hers, and we headed for the hotel.

Once inside we walked slowly toward the elevators. The pretty girl behind the front desk looked at us, acknowledging our arrival with a smile and a nod of her head. I leered at her, licking my lips as I wiggled the fingers of my free hand in a saucy wave.

Marie slapped my behind. “Hey, none of that flirting now. You belong to me tonight, missy!” she scolded, pretending to be serious but failing as she giggled.

“Yes, dear,” I replied with a laugh.

We stepped into a waiting elevator car and Marie jabbed the button for her floor. As the doors were closing, I pushed her up against the side of the car and kissed her hard. My tongue found hers, and we kissed hungrily. Marie raised one knee against my hip, and I grabbed her ass. As she worked the zipper on my coat, I pushed my thigh against her jean-covered pussy and rubbed. She moaned at the pressure I applied to her sex.

We didn’t even notice when the car stopped at her floor and the doors slid open. A pair of young women, wrapped in a passionate embrace of their own, stumbled into the car, banging against the back wall.

Marie and I broke apart at the sudden noise, as did the preoccupied lovers. We looked at them and they at us, four women with sweaty faces and smeared lipstick. After staring in awkward silence for just a second, we all began laughing at our mutual embarrassment.

Still chuckling, Marie and I left the car and headed down the hall hand in hand. As soon as we were inside her room, she threw me onto the bed, jumping on me as I shrieked in surprise. She peppered my face with urgent kisses and managed to finish unzipping my coat before grabbing for my breast.

Marie’s hands were all over me, squeezing and rubbing. I moaned loudly, and she put her mouth over mine. We kissed wetly for several more moments before she stopped and drew away, leaning on an elbow.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m not usually this, um…”

“Horny?” I offered, smiling at her.

She giggled. “I was going to say aggressive, but yes, I guess horny would be a good way to put it. I feel like a randy schoolgirl for some reason.”

She shook her head and stood up, running her fingers through her hair, then took off her coat and kicked off her shoes.

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied with a grin as I removed my own coat and shoes. “Horny is nice. Randy is too.”

“I must admit it’s actually been quite a long while since I’ve been with a woman. But ever since you touched me on the plane the other day, I’ve thought of nothing else.”

I got up from the bed, taking her hands. “Just like riding a bike, sweetie. You never forget,” I smiled as I slid my arms around her.

She laughed. “I never learned to ride a bike.”

I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed again as I clutched the hem of her shirt. Marie raised her arms, and I lifted the shirt up over her head in one fluid movement, dropping the garment to the floor.

I looked down at her chest, pale skin with a few freckles, and lovely, perky breasts. I could see the shape of her erect nipples poking through the material of her lacy white bra. Reaching behind her with practiced fingers, I easily undid the hook.

Marie let the straps fall off her shoulders, and the bra tumbled to the floor. Her nipples were small and pink and stood tall. I cupped her supple tits in my hands and ran my tongue around one of them. Marie drew a sharp breath as my mouth covered a nipple and I sucked it into my mouth. I circled and teased the nipple with my tongue, then kissed her mouth again.

“I want to see you naked,” Marie whispered, as she pulled my shirt up over my head and off.

I grinned, “Me too.”

She eagerly undid my bra and squeezed my breasts, pinching the nipples. I groaned, feeling heat and wetness building between my legs, then shoved Marie down on the bed while reaching for the snap of her jeans. I leaned in and kissed and licked her belly, running my tongue over her salty skin. Impatiently, almost desperately, I grasped at the material of her jeans, tugging them down off her hips and trying to bring her panties along with them. Leaning back, I grabbed each pant leg by the cuff and yanked hard.

Marie yelped as her ass slid toward the edge of the bed when her pants came off. With a giggle, she pushed herself back up onto the bed. Her panties hadn’t finished the journey with her jeans and now hung around her knees. I took hold and finished removing them, tossing them aside.

Then I stood, panting with lust, practically drooling as I looked at Marie’s delicious body. Her skin was fair, her tits round and firm, those hard pink nipples so inviting. A neatly trimmed triangle of red curly hair topped her moist slit. Her legs were smooth and slender, lightly freckled.

I quickly removed my own jeans and panties while maintaining eye contact with her, grinning excitedly. As soon as I was naked, I fell on top of the woman and fused my mouth with hers. I kissed her and nibbled on her lips. Our thighs ground against our pussies. My tongue explored her mouth as I pinched at her nipples and humped against her. Already I could feel an orgasm beginning to build. I broke the kiss and bit the soft flesh of her neck. Marie clawed at my back, groaning as her hips bucked against my leg.

“Goddamn, Amanda, you’re gonna make me come,” she whined.

I ran my hands down her chest and onto her breasts. Her skin was hot and flushed, her breathing labored. I kissed her tits and licked at the nipples. She tasted fantastic. I pinched and pulled at one nipple as I playfully nipped at the other. Marie continued to moan, her hips pushing up against the air, asking for it.

I kissed my way down her belly, soon sliding off the bed and onto my knees. Pushing her legs apart I kissed her inner thighs, up one side and down the other. Then I sat back on my heels for a moment and admired her lovely pink pussy. Marie’s lips had begun to spread and were glistening, slippery with her arousal. Her clit was engorged. I touched her opening with my index finger and eased it into her.

Crying out, she spread her legs even wider. “Ugh, Jesus, yes!”

I pushed a second finger into Marie and began to fuck her. The gooey juices flowed freely from her and made a delightful squishy sound. My own pussy was screaming for attention. I reached down with my free hand and touched myself, feeling my own wetness as I began to massage my clit. Then I leaned in and pushed the flat of my tongue over her sex, lapping at her sweet lips. Her body quivered and shook and Marie moaned with pleasure as I drank the nectar from her.

While still rubbing myself, I took Marie’s swollen bud into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue against her as she gyrated her hips, pushing up against my mouth. My fingers plunged into her deep and fast as her body writhed below me. Marie grunted and moaned and gasped for air as she pounded the bed with her fists, her head thrown back.

“Yes, right there, fuck yes, don’t stop!” she pleaded.

As I continued my assault on her clit with my mouth and tongue, I pulled my slick fingers from her vagina and pushed one finger into her anus. Marie screamed. Her body suddenly jerked and twisted. Juices squirted onto my face and over my chest. Marie stiffened, her back arched, and then she collapsed. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, her moans filling the air.

I withdrew my finger from inside her and licked her clit again.

“No, don’t!” She pushed my head away. “I can’t take any more.”

I crawled up beside Marie and lay next to her. I squeezed the soft flesh of her tit and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues played together briefly before she rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” Marie asked, poking my breasts with a finger, playing with the creamy juices that coated my skin. “I’ve never had anyone make me come — let alone squirt — by shoving a finger up my ass.”

I smiled at the woman, watching as she licked the finger that had just gathered honey from my chest. “It looked so inviting I just had to,” I cooed.

She laughed as she smoothed her beautiful red hair away from her face before reaching for my erect nipples and twisting them hard. I yelped and bucked my hips in reaction. Losing her balance, Marie shrieked and lurched forward, her hands landing beside my head as she caught herself. Her tits were swaying just above my face now, so I reached up with my mouth and lapped at a nipple.

“No!” she scolded. “It’s my turn.”

Marie positioned herself on top of me, breast to breast and pussy to pussy, then pushed my legs apart with her feet and began to hump me. She held herself up so our stiff nipples could rub against each other. Our bodies were hot and sweaty and slippery from our juices. I moaned at the sensations of her mound grinding against my aching pussy. Marie smiled, kissed my mouth and sucked on my bottom lip.

Then she changed position, resting on a hip and elbow, leaning against me. Her leg was over mine, the top of her thigh pressing into my wet center. Torrents of pleasure raced through me. I pushed my hips up, humping her leg as she took my nipple in my mouth. She sucked at the flesh of my tit and ran her tongue around and over my erect nipple. I was on fire, quivering, a tremendous orgasm building deep inside.

Marie shifted her leg just a bit as she slid a hand over my belly and onto my mound, tenderly caressing. Then, without warning, she slapped my clit hard — once, twice. I jerked my hips and gasped loudly as both pain and pleasure shot through me. Slowly she moved down between my legs, kissing and licking my skin as she went, not stopping until I felt her soft lips kiss my pussy.

“Oh god…” I croaked as she licked up through my folds and back down and plunged her tongue inside me. She fucked me with her tongue, dipping as deep as she could into my core. I felt a finger tease around my anus, gently pushing against it. My whole body was alive with sensations, twitching in response to the pleasures she bestowed upon me.

Marie withdrew her tongue and kissed and sucked my pussy lips as she pushed three fingers inside me and began to fuck me hard. I bucked and cried out. She used her other hand to vigorously rub my clit. My back arched as I pushed up against her hands. My orgasm exploded, overloading my senses. I tried to scream, but had no breath.

The woman was relentless, carrying on with her exquisite torture of my sodden pussy. No sooner had my first titanic orgasm subsided than a second one swept over me. This one was just as pleasurable but different, somehow even more intense. I did scream this time, clutching at my pussy as I squeezed my thighs tightly together.

Marie pulled away, then crawled back up beside me, gently kissing my face. After I finally returned to earth, she purred in my ear, “Did you like that?”

“It was incredible,” I panted in reply.

With my eyes still closed, I reached for the back of Marie’s head and drew her down until her lips touched mine. We kissed and cuddled, exchanging gentle caresses. The sexy redhead and I talked until after midnight, pausing along the way to bring each other to orgasm once again with our sticky fingers.

I knew, of course, that I needed to return to my hotel if I had any hope of getting some sleep and making it to the seminar in the morning. So, at last, I kissed Marie softly on the lips and then got up.

“I really need to get back,” I told her.

“I know. I really enjoyed our time together. Wish it hadn’t been such a short time though.”

I gathered my clothes and dressed, intentionally putting my jeans back on without any panties. Marie lay naked on the bed and watched. I picked up my panties from the floor and brought them to my nose. Looking into her eyes, I took a sniff, then handed the garment to her.

“For you,” I said.

Smiling, she placed the soiled panties over her face and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm… thank you,” she whispered.

Marie would be flying out the following afternoon and wouldn’t be back in town again before I had to leave for home on Saturday. I made sure she had my phone number so that the next time she was on the east coast, we could get together for more fun. We kissed passionately, then said our goodbyes and I headed back to my hotel.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By No One

It was Sunday morning, and Chloe was sullenly vacuuming the living room. Her mother seemed to think that 10 a.m. was the absolute latest she should be allowed to “laze around in bed,” and while Chloe had emphatically disagreed with the notion, her opinion on the matter had lamentably not been taken into consideration.

She’d been forced to get up and, immediately after breakfast, was assigned chores to “help around the house” since she “wasn’t a baby anymore.” First it had been the laundry, now, she was vacuuming the entire house.

Chloe rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. She wouldn’t actually be so annoyed if the rude awakening hadn’t interrupted a very pleasant dream. Unfortunately, the details of it had already faded, but the bits she remembered were quite salacious, each of them involving Nettie. In fact, just before the dream was woefully cut short, the sexy teen had been pressing her nude body against Chloe’s, their pussies grinding together deliciously. Even now, the thought of it made her pulse quicken.

She sighed. Chores are even less fun when you’re horny.

It had been two days since Chloe’s wonderful first sexual experience with her best friend’s sister. If there had been any expectations that her carnal fantasies would diminish after living them out, they were quickly proven to be unfounded. In fact, sex was pretty much all she’d been thinking about since then.

It had been an amazing experience. She couldn’t help thinking over and over about every little thing they’d done, and what other things they might try in the future.

Her fantasies had even begun to expand beyond Nettie. Just the previous day, while accompanying her mother to the grocery store, Chloe had caught herself checking out the cute blonde cashier, even imagining how she might look naked, what it would be like to have sex with her. Would it be different than with Nettie? She’d become quite embarrassed when she realized where these thoughts were taking her — right there in the checkout line, too! — but still, there had been a certain thrill to it. Clearly, there was a wide world of naughty fun out there for her to discover.

Nettie still ruled her fantasies, though. Chloe couldn’t wait to see the gorgeous punk girl again and, hopefully, fool around with her some more. In fact, she longed to be with her right then — but Alex was still at her dad’s, so she had no plausible reason to go over for a visit.

Chloe frowned at the thought, realizing that wasn’t actually a problem: she didn’t even want Alex to be around; she wanted to be alone with Nettie. She didn’t have the teenager’s phone number, though. Still, they lived only a few houses away, she could just go knock on the door. She wondered if Nettie was alone right now. If her mom is there, she’d think it’s weird, me coming by to see Nettie… but I can always just pretend I forgot that Alex isn’t home.

As Chloe pondered the situation, she suddenly became aware of her mother gesturing at her.

“Huh? What?” she asked after turning off the vacuum cleaner.

“You’ve been working on the same spot for five minutes, Chloe. I think it’s clean,” her mom said, a little sternly.

“Oh, oops. I guess I spaced out,” Chloe said sheepishly, thankful that her mother couldn’t read her thoughts. “Um, Mom, is there anything else I need to do after this?” she asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic about the prospect of being done with chores.

Her mother thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No, I think that’s fine for today.”

Chloe finished vacuuming the remaining rooms in record time. She made sure not to botch the job in her haste, though, otherwise her mom would just make her do it again.

Putting the vacuum cleaner away, she raced up to her room, opened the window, and stuck her head out. Squinting towards Nettie’s home, which was across the street and a few houses over, she saw there was no car in the driveway. Nettie’s mom wasn’t home.

Of course, that didn’t mean Nettie herself was there. The teenager could even be the one who was out with the car, though Chloe thought that most unlikely — she’d heard an argument last week about Nettie’s “reckless driving,” and her mom didn’t seem inclined to let her use the car again anytime soon.

So it seemed more probable that Nettie was at home, and by herself. Of course, even if she was, it didn’t necessarily mean that she’d be in the mood for what Chloe wanted.

Chloe reflected on the possibilities for a moment and, horny as she was, finally decided it was at least worth a shot. If it didn’t work out for whatever reason, she could always just come back home, go up to her room and finger herself silly.

Suddenly aware that she hadn’t showered yet, Chloe hastened into the bathroom to take care of that. Gotta be extra clean all over in case Nettie puts her mouth on some of these spots, she thought with a smile.

The warm water was nice, and her soapy hands felt even better as they roamed over her body. Without really intending to, she made her nipples stiffen, and her sex ached for special attention. Exerting immense willpower, she forced herself to quickly finish washing without letting her fingers get too naughty. It’ll be more fun with Nettie, she thought.

Returning to her room wrapped in a towel, she turned her mind to what she should wear. Looking through her wardrobe, she wasn’t satisfied with anything she found. She wanted to look attractive, but her mother had never let her dress in anything that could be construed as sexy. She finally put on the shortest skirt she owned, though even that barely went up above her knees.

Chloe looked through a drawer of old clothes, wondering if there could be something worthwhile in there. Near the bottom, she found a pink t-shirt she hadn’t worn in a year or more. She’d clearly outgrown it, but the material was rather stretchy. She wondered what kind of fit it would have.

She grabbed a bra from another drawer but, giggling to herself, decided to go without one. Instead, taking off her glasses for an instant, she shimmied directly into the undersized garment. It stretched tightly over her body and felt rather uncomfortable. She was beginning to think this wasn’t such a good idea — that is, until she took a look at herself in the mirror.

“Whoa,” she said out loud.

The snug shirt really accentuated her budding breasts, even making them appear a little bigger as they strained against the fabric. It also showed a tantalizing hint of her belly. She turned this way and that, grinning as she admired the result. She definitely liked how sexy it made her feel. Certainly worth enduring a little discomfort for.

She frowned for a moment, wondering if the close-fitting t-shirt also made her look fat. Nah, it’s not so bad, she decided. Anyway, Nettie already said I look good as I am.

Nodding to herself, she then turned her attention to her skirt, wishing that it was as sexy as her top. She briefly pictured herself shortening it with scissors, and giggled at the notion. She couldn’t really cut up her clothes, of course; her mother would freak out. Still, maybe there was a way to make the skirt shorter, if only temporarily…

An idea entered her mind — silly, perhaps, but she figured it was at least worth a try. Grabbing a roll of Scotch tape from her school supplies, she folded the light fabric of the skirt up on the inside so that the material went down only to mid-thigh, then taped it in a few places around the garment. It was an extremely crude piece of tailoring but, jumping around a little to confirm, Chloe decided it would hold for a little while. Long enough, anyhow, she told herself.

Turning back to the mirror, she admired her outfit. She spun around, examining herself from all angles, feeling quite satisfied with the result. It wasn’t exactly the most daring ensemble ever, especially considering some of the things she’d seen Nettie wearing, but it was a big step for her. She’d never felt so sexy before, and suspected that the older girl would like it too.

Nodding her approval one last time, she playfully blew a kiss at the mirror, then turned and left her room, giddy with excitement.

She paused to listen at the top of the stairs. It certainly wouldn’t do for her mother to catch her in this getup. She heard some noise coming from the kitchen, sounding like her mom was cleaning in there. This was great timing: you couldn’t see the entrance from the kitchen. Chloe quickly went down the stairs and stepped into her sandals. Quietly opening the front door, she crept out onto the porch, then peered around the door’s edge.

“Mom, I’m going to Alex’s,” she called out.

“Don’t come back too late for supper,” came the reply.

“Okay!” Chloe agreed before closing the door.

She felt a little bit guilty about deceiving her mom, but not too much. Besides, it wasn’t really a lie, strictly speaking. She was going to Alex’s, it’s just that Alex wouldn’t be there.

An excited bounce in Chloe’s step quickly led her to Nettie’s front door. Once there, though, she hesitated, sudden nervousness threatening to overwhelm her for a moment. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Nothing to worry about, she told herself. Even if Nettie didn’t want to fool around, it wasn’t that big a deal.

Chloe raised her hand to knock and, after another brief hesitation, rapped three times on the door. She waited for what felt like a long time, though it might have been her nerves making it seem that way. Maybe no one’s home after all, she thought, disappointed.

She was debating whether to turn back, or maybe try the doorbell, when she caught some movement in a window out of the corner of her eye. A few seconds later, the door opened, and there stood Nettie.

She was barefoot, and her fine, uncovered legs disappeared under a long t-shirt that seemed at least two sizes too large for her. Punk’s Not Dead, it said on the front, and the oversized neckline had slipped — or been deliberately placed — over one bare shoulder. She looked extremely sexy.

Despite the rather distracting outfit, the first thing that caught Chloe’s attention was the teenager’s hairstyle, which had completely changed since just two days before. It was now dyed a deep blue, and cut very short on one side, while the longer hair on top was combed over to the other side. Wow, that looks great, Chloe thought. She had always considered the older girl’s badass look to be hot as hell.

“Hey, cutie,” Nettie greeted her with a smile. She looked up and down at Chloe’s outfit, clearly liking what she saw.

“Hi.” Chloe smiled back. “Wow, your hair!”

“Yeah. You like?” The teenager turned her head to one side, then the other, giving Chloe a good look.

“It’s really cool!”

Nettie nodded, then stepped aside to let Chloe enter. “So, you know Alex isn’t here, right?”

“Yes,” Chloe said, smiling mischievously.

The teenager returned a very similar smile as she stepped closer. Raising her hand to caress Chloe’s cheek with one finger, she asked, “You come to see me, then?”

Enthralled by Nettie’s seductive gaze, Chloe could only nod.

“Mm, I wonder why,” Nettie teased. She cocked her head to one side, taking a good look at what Chloe was wearing. “Your mom buys you sexy shirts like that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, kinda… but that was, like, two years ago,” Chloe admitted.

Nettie chuckled. “Well, it looks great on you now.”

“It’s pretty tight but… I thought you’d like it like that.”

“Good thinking.” Nettie grinned, then suddenly her hand came up to squeeze one of Chloe’s snugly packaged breasts through her top.

Chloe gasped in surprise and pleasure. It seemed like things were already hurrying along in the direction she wanted, and she couldn’t be more delighted. She moaned softly as Nettie played with her breasts, teasing the nipples into hardness against the taut fabric. All the while, the teen was smirking at her in that sexy way that Chloe found irresistible.

Nettie leaned in over Chloe’s shoulder and gave her neck a long, slow lick from the collarbone to the ear, making her shiver all over.

“You have good timing, baby,” Nettie whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I was actually just thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?” Chloe asked, suddenly very curious about what the other girl’s thoughts had been. Sexy stuff, I hope.

The teenager didn’t elaborate. Instead, she drew closer to brush her lips lightly against Chloe’s — but just as they were about to kiss, Nettie turned away and walked off deeper into the house.

What a tease, Chloe thought, feeling disappointed — but even more turned on.

Quickly kicking off her sandals, she followed the older girl into the living room, mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Nettie’s long shirt shifted with each step, but seemed only to reveal more bare skin no matter how high it rode.

Growing increasingly curious, Chloe finally asked, “Are you wearing anything under there?”

Nettie flashed a smile over her shoulder, then lifted her t-shirt a little to reveal her lovely bare butt.

“Wow.” Chloe laughed, though her eyes were glued to that alluring behind. “Just hanging out with no panties on, huh?”

“Oh, I took ‘em off,” Nettie explained. Indeed, there was a pair of panties on the floor in front of the couch. The teenager nudged them with her toes, then suddenly sent the skimpy undies flying towards Chloe with a flick of the foot.

Startled, Chloe awkwardly caught the flying underwear, letting out a surprised laugh, then studied her prize. Nettie’s panties… I bet they were touching her pussy just minutes ago. She felt a sudden, dirty urge to smell them, but refrained, thinking that would probably seem really weird.

“Like I said, I was just thinking about you,” Nettie continued. She plopped herself down on the couch, legs immodestly spread, her pussy showing itself under the hem of her shirt. “Some deep… hard… thinking,” she purred, one hand brushing lightly over her sex, leaving no doubt at all about what she’d been doing before.

The panties fell out of Chloe’s hands, suddenly forgotten. She hadn’t dared to hope that Nettie might be as horny and eager as she was, but that certainly seemed to be the case. The thought that the other girl had been masturbating while thinking about her sent Chloe’s lust into overdrive.

She felt her feet carry her forward of their own volition, as if she was a moth drawn to Nettie’s wanton flame. Climbing onto the couch, she straddled one of the teenager’s legs and urgently pressed her lips against Nettie’s, letting her pent-up passion flow into a steamy French kiss.

Their tongues mingled and teased for a long, delicious moment, but Chloe felt a pressing hunger for more. Her hand trailed down the older girl’s body until she found the treasure between Nettie’s legs, then slipped a finger into its hot, wet folds.

“Ah!” Nettie cried out, breaking the kiss. The gaze she turned on Chloe sizzled with lust. “Mmm, I see you wanna help. Good.”

Chloe grinned in reply. Her fingers slowly explored the older girl’s sex, teasing soft moans out of her. All the while, their eyes remained locked together. It was very arousing to watch the pleasure and mounting excitement wash across Nettie’s face.

After a moment, the teenager turned her gaze to Chloe’s chest. “Show me those tits,” she breathed. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the hem of the tight garment and peeled it upwards until Chloe’s budding breasts were revealed. Not wasting any time, she immediately took a rapidly hardening nipple into her mouth and began to suck.

It was Chloe’s turn to moan loudly. Nettie’s mouth felt amazing, making her body twitch and squirm in response. Each flick of the tongue on her nipples seemed to send a delicious shock directly to her pussy. It felt so good that, for an instant, she forgot what her hand had been doing.

Remembering herself, she resumed the movements of her fingers between Nettie’s thighs. It was so exciting to touch the gorgeous punk girl in this wicked way. Thinking of their last time together, she decided to kick things up a notch, and slowly slid two of her fingers into the girl’s wet pussy.

Nettie cried out in surprise and pleasure, letting herself fall back on the couch. “Mmm, yeah,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. Suddenly, she sat back up. “Oh, wait, I got something here you might like to use,” she said, as if she’d just remembered something. Reaching under a cushion behind her, she pulled out some sort of thick purple cylinder that had a black base at one end, then tapered off at the other. “Know what this is?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Chloe frowned in puzzlement. Something she might like to use? Her eyes went from the strange object to Nettie’s face, then to the older girl’s sex, her fingers still embedded inside. What could I possibly need to…

“Oh!” she exclaimed with sudden enlightenment. “I… I think I get the idea,” she said, giggling.

Grinning, Nettie handed her the object. The… dildo? Chloe thought that might be what it was. She’d heard the word used to describe a “sex toy” before, but wasn’t entirely clear on its meaning. Now she knew.

Examining it more closely, she noticed there were already suspiciously moist traces on the toy. She gave Nettie a funny look, now thinking that she had a very good idea what the girl had been up to before she interrupted. The dildo had probably been hastily stashed under the couch cushion when Nettie heard her knock at the door. Wish I could’ve seen her using it, Chloe thought. Luckily, she was about to reenact the deed herself — this time, without any interruption.

Lifting Nettie’s shirt up a bit higher to get a good look at what she was about to do, Chloe was amused to see that the teenager had dyed her small patch of pubic hair in the same blue color that she had on her head.

“It has to match, right?” Nettie said with a wink when she saw Chloe had noticed the change.

Giggling, Chloe teasingly poked at the little tuft of blue curls with the tip of the dildo before dragging it through her partner’s slit.

Nettie reached down and spread her pussy open with both hands while giving Chloe a smoldering look. Her invitation was very clear.

Still, Chloe hesitated for an instant. The toy seemed very large — could she really use it on Nettie without injuring her? She supposed the teen knew what she was doing. Besides, from the look of things, there would be ample lubrication.

Taking a deep breath, she gingerly positioned the tip of the dildo at the entrance to the older girl’s vagina, then slowly pushed it in. Encouraged by Nettie’s appreciative moans, she kept going until, inch by inch, the whole toy was sheathed inside the blue-haired girl’s pussy. It was quite the erotic sight.

“Mmm, c’mere,” Nettie growled, reaching out for the back of Chloe’s neck and pulling her close. Their lips met, then their tongues, drawing them naturally into a deep kiss.

Chloe began to tentatively move the dildo back and forth, eliciting quite a few sharply-drawn breaths from Nettie in response.

“That’s right,” the teenager whispered, “fuck me.”

Her heart racing at the words, Chloe began to pump harder and faster. It was extremely hot to watch Nettie moan and writhe in pleasure as she responded to Chloe’s thrusts. I wonder if that’s what it’s like for a boy, she thought. Amused by the idea, she positioned herself so that it looked as if the dildo was popping out from under her skirt and used her hips to push the toy into Nettie’s pussy, grinning wickedly all the while.

Nettie gave a shaky laugh. “Damn, baby. Now I wish I had a strap-on for you to use.”

“What’s a strap-on?” Chloe wanted to know. She went back to working the dildo with her hand. Pretending to fuck Nettie like a boy was fun, but too awkward to be very effective.

“It’s… like a… ah!” Nettie began, but seemed to have trouble gathering her thoughts. Heavy breathing and the occasional cry also made conversation difficult. “I… I’ll explain later,” she finally said, shaking her head. “Turn the… knob at the base a bit,” she added after a moment.

Taking a closer look, Chloe saw that the black base of the dildo was actually some sort of dial that could be rotated. She flinched a little when, turning it a few notches, the toy buzzed to life in her hand. Oh, wait — this must be what they call a vibrator.

She wondered how those vibrations would feel between her own legs. Nettie certainly seemed to be enjoying them a great deal — moaning helplessly, her head lolling backwards, eagerly pushing back against the sex toy with her hips.

Taking a firmer grip on the dildo, Chloe began to thrust even harder, giving the girl what she seemed to crave. With her free hand, she lifted up Nettie’s t-shirt, uncovering her lovely, perky breasts. Leaning in, she licked at a taut nipple.

“Mmm, Chloe!” Nettie exclaimed. She was breathing hard, grunting with every thrust of the dildo.

Chloe considered the knob on the sex toy, wondering if she could make it even more intense for her partner. Curious, she turned it up as far as it would go. The reaction was immediate: Nettie cried out and her body twitched violently.

Chloe grinned, pleased with herself. She loved pleasuring Nettie this way. Fucking her, as the older girl put it. Now that she was no longer afraid of hurting her partner, she could really get into the deep, forceful pounding that the girl seemed to yearn for. She could tell Nettie was getting quite close to coming.

Feeling a sudden urge to make her orgasm utterly awesome, Chloe leaned in to Nettie’s chest again, this time clamping her mouth down on one breast and sucking hard at a very stiff nipple.

Just a few urgent whimpers later, the teenager’s entire body tensed, her back arched up from the couch, and she proclaimed her release in long, drawn-out cries. Good thing no one else is here, Chloe thought, thrilled by her partner’s very vocal pleasure.

After a long moment, Nettie fell back on the couch, panting. She gestured vaguely towards the dildo and Chloe understood that its vibrations were probably growing uncomfortable. She quickly turned it off, then gently withdrew the vibrator from the girl’s slick pussy.

She considered the large toy, drenched in Nettie’s love juices and smelling curiously enticing. Turned on as she was, she had a sudden dirty urge to give it a lick. Nettie opened her eyes at that moment, though, and Chloe didn’t want to seem like a freak, so she set the dildo upright on the coffee table instead.

“Mmm, wow. I was right last time. You’re a quick learner,” Nettie said in between breaths. “That was great, baby.”

Beaming with pride, Chloe snuggled up close to kiss her.

One of Nettie’s hands quickly found its way to Chloe’s bared chest, where she teased a rapidly hardening nipple with a fingertip. Meanwhile, the other hand had sneaked under the young girl’s skirt to fondle her butt.

“I think it’s your turn now,” Nettie said after they’d made out for a while.

“Sounds good to me,” Chloe replied, anticipation sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly sitting up, Nettie pushed Chloe onto her back. Before she knew it, Chloe found that they had switched places. She lay stretched out on the couch while Nettie knelt above her, gazing down with a wicked grin.

The punk girl pulled off her long t-shirt and carelessly tossed it aside. Both girls admired each other for a moment; Nettie entirely nude, Chloe still completely dressed, but with her tight top still riding high on her chest, exposing her budding breasts.

Nettie reached out with both hands, first to touch Chloe’s belly, then caress her way up.She took her time fondling the sensitive flesh of Chloe’s boobs, teasing her nipples, even pinching them gently.

Chloe let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Nettie’s hands felt so good on her chest, and did quite a lot to increase  the heat between her legs. She was pretty sure her panties were soaked by now.

One of Nettie’s hands trailed back down her body and slipped under her skirt. Chloe gasped loudly when she felt the girl’s thumb press against her panties, tracing the outline of her sex.

Nettie flashed that sexy smirk of hers, clearly enjoying the sight of Chloe reacting to her touch. After a moment of this, she lifted up the skirt for a better look, then arched an eyebrow.

“Chloe?”

“Hm?”

“Did you… tape your skirt shorter?” Nettie asked.

Chloe giggled. She had forgotten about that. “Oh, um… maybe?” she said coyly. “I don’t have any real short skirts.”

Nettie chuckled. “Cute. Well, it’s a very sexy outfit. I am gonna have to take it all off now, though.”

“That’s fine,” Chloe said, eager to find herself on the receiving end of Nettie’s fingers or tongue. Impatient to be nude, she pulled her t-shirt off and cast it aside, pausing to cup her bare breasts. It felt lovely to be free of the tight fabric.

Meanwhile, Nettie was tugging her modified skirt down and off, followed by her panties. She brought the sodden undies to her face and inhaled deeply of the intimate aroma before letting them drop to the floor. She winked at Chloe’s surprised expression.

Chloe giggled, thinking that maybe her own urges weren’t so weird after all. Her laugh turned to a moan when Nettie trailed a finger between her pussy lips.

“So wet already,” Nettie commented, sounding pleased. She reached out behind her with the other hand and grabbed the vibrator from the table. “Ready to try something new?” she asked slyly.

Chloe’s eyes went wide. “W-with that big thing?” she asked uncertainly. Nettie might enjoy it, but it seemed much too big for her.

Nettie smiled. “Maybe. You’re used to putting fingers in there, aren’t you?” she asked teasingly just as she pushed her own middle finger into Chloe’s sex, making her gasp sharply.

“Ah! Fingers, yeah… but… ah! That’s, that’s way bigger,” Chloe said, having some trouble speaking as Nettie started slowly pumping her finger in and out.

“You’re probably right,” the teenager relented. “Might be too much for you, for now. But the good thing with this is, you don’t need to put it inside to have fun.”

Demonstrating, she turned the knob on the dildo, then pressed the now buzzing toy against Chloe’s pussy, again receiving a loud gasp in return.

“Oh, wow,” Chloe breathed. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the very pleasant sensation between her legs. The toy felt great against her sex. Its vibrations seemed to penetrate her, sending waves of pleasure deep into her body.

“Nice, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” Chloe was very quickly won over by the toy. Damn, I wish I had one of my own.

“Oh, it gets better,” Nettie said, and suddenly the vibrations became more intense.

Chloe let out a little cry, her eyes opening wide in surprise. Nettie was grinning at her reaction.

Nettie kept fingering her while making little circles around her clit with the vibrator. She soon had Chloe panting like a long-distance runner. That’s when she decided to turn the knob another notch.

Chloe gave a choked scream as the pleasure became nearly too intense to bear. She felt a deep throbbing in her core, somehow resonating against the motion of Nettie’s finger. “Oh my god! Nettie, I… I…” Her sentence was interrupted by a great cry as an orgasm suddenly took her.

Chloe’s head flopped back and her body thrashed around as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. She could feel her pussy contracting around Nettie’s finger, and the vibrations from the toy seemed to amplify everything tenfold.

She couldn’t quite tell if seconds or minutes had passed, when the pleasure finally subsided and the toy had mercifully been switched off. She watched, a little dazed, as Nettie withdrew her finger and sucked it clean. Something else I shouldn’t feel weird about, she decided.

“Fun toy, huh?” Nettie asked cheerily.

“Holy crap,” Chloe managed weakly, still catching her breath.

“Thought you’d like that,” the teenager said knowingly, before she plunked down next to Chloe and gave her a soft kiss.

“Wish I could get one of those!” Chloe said, giggling.

“Not really the kind of thing you can put on your Christmas list, huh?”

Chloe snorted. “No! My mom would have a heart attack,” she said through her laughter.

“I bet.” Nettie chuckled. “Well, that was some hard work,” she said playfully as she got to her feet. “I’m thirsty. Want a glass of water or something?”

Chloe nodded, realizing she was rather parched. Apparently, all those moans and cries of passion took their toll on a girl’s throat. Taking the hand Nettie offered, she climbed to her feet, then tightened her grip when her legs wobbled uncertainly.

Nettie laughed. “You alright there?”

“Yeah, just kinda unsteady,” Chloe replied, flexing her legs to get some life back into them.

“Cool, that means I did a good job.” Nettie smiled, and gave Chloe’s butt a quick squeeze on her way towards the kitchen.

Chloe began to follow, then hesitated. She was still completely naked, and it seemed weird to walk around the house like that — especially when it wasn’t her house. Nettie seemed completely at ease in the nude, though, so Chloe supposed she might as well do the same. It was a little thrilling, she had to admit. Still, she made sure to move quickly past the windows, just in case. She followed Nettie into the kitchen, ogling her backside all the way.

The teenager poured two glasses of water and offered her one. As Chloe drank, she continued to admire the punk girl’s beautiful body over the rim of her glass. She thought the blue tuft of hair above her sex was a really cute touch.

It was hard to believe that having sex with a gorgeous older girl was now part of her life. Just a few days ago, she would never have thought it possible. Here they were, though, naked and still sweaty from sex, and Chloe could already feel a budding desire to do it all over again. Thinking back on the fun they’d just enjoyed, she remembered a question that still needed answering.

“So… what’s a strap-on?” she asked again, now that Nettie wasn’t so preoccupied.

The other girl laughed, nearly spitting out her water. “Oh right, that. It’s, um, like a sort of harness with a dildo attached. You wear it around your hips, kinda like underwear, right? And then… you know,” she explained, thrusting her hips back and forth.

“Oh, wow!” Chloe exclaimed with an excited giggle. “That’s really a thing?”

“Sure. Pretty fun too.”

“You’ve done that before?” Chloe was amused at the thought of Nettie with a dildo sticking out between her legs.

“Uh-huh. Both giving and receiving. A… friend of mine had one. Good times.”

Chloe chuckled. “Sounds like quite a ‘friend.’”

“The best kind of friend,” Nettie agreed with a wink.

“Well, that all sounds… fun,” Chloe said, thinking back to when she had pleasured the other girl with the dildo, and pictured herself using a strap-on instead. It seemed very exciting, she had to admit.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll try to get one, then,” Nettie said, smirking.

Chloe grinned back, imagining the possibilities.

By Amanda Lynn

Cheryl pushed Lisa’s hand off the recorder, starting it again and nodding toward Amanda. “Please go on with your story.”

“Well, let’s see, where was I…”

Lisa prompted her. “Jeannie was just complaining that she has little girl boobs. And I think you were going to tell her how much you liked them.”

“Ah, yes. That’s right.”

*********

“They’re beautiful, and so are you,” I said to Jeannie, as I turned my attention to her slacks.

I got to my knees, undid the button, and slowly pulled down the zipper. Then I moved my hands to her narrow hips and hooked my thumbs into the waistband, pulling the tight slacks down over her slender legs.

She was wearing lacy black bikini panties, partially transparent. I could see her slit through the delicate material and could tell that she kept herself shaved. Jeannie stepped out of her slacks as I leaned in and kissed her belly. She gave a soft gasp at the touch of my lips on her skin. I kissed my way up to her tiny breasts as I stood and flicked my tongue over her stiff nipples. Then I gently kissed her on the lips, and held it for a second. I looked into her eyes. Any fears or doubts the girl had seemed to be melting away.

“Lay down on your belly,” I instructed, pointing at the bed.

I went to the bathroom to retrieve a bottle of lotion. I had to splash water on my face and take a few deep breaths to calm myself. I was so horny right now, it was driving me mad. Lotion in hand, I went back to the bed. Jeannie was lying prone with her head on the pillow, arms resting at her sides. As I admired her willowy body, I noticed she had done away with her panties.

“You were gonna get me out of them sooner or later, right?” she giggled, seeing the way I was staring at her bare ass.

“Yes, you wonderfully naughty thing, I was hoping to.”

I stepped to the side of the bed and sat beside her, then gave the opened bottle a gentle squeeze. Fragrant lotion oozed onto her back. After putting the bottle down, I spread the lotion over her smooth skin. She let out a soft grunt as I began to knead the muscles of her back. My fingers worked from her shoulders, over her shoulder blades, down to her waist, and back up along her spine. Her skin was soft and warm beneath my hands. I wanted to kiss every inch of her and run my tongue all over. For now, though, I restrained myself and continued with the massage.

Next I moved to Jeannie’s slender arms. Beginning at the shoulder, I eased my way over her biceps, past the elbow, down her forearm and then to her dainty hands, gently squeezing and rubbing, applying more lotion as needed. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing very softly.

“Are you still with me?” I asked, hoping she hadn’t dozed off.

“Uh-huh,” she cooed.

I shifted to her legs, starting at the ankle, then massaging up over her calf, to her thigh, and to her hamstring, watching with delight as she ever so slightly spread her legs apart when my fingers approached her crotch… coming very close before moving away. Jeannie let out a little whimper that seemed to indicate her disappointment at my reversal of direction. I worked my way back down one shapely leg then went to the other one.

After finishing with the second leg, I moved my attention to her lower back. I applied a liberal amount of lotion and began to work it into her skin. She moaned contently when I slid my hands onto the soft flesh of her cute round ass. As I kneaded her cheeks, she spread her legs wider and began to slowly rock her hips. I could sense the increase in her breathing and heard her quietly moaning into the pillow.

I massaged her gorgeous ass some more before slipping a finger between her cheeks and across her anus. Jeannie twitched and gasped. She didn’t say anything, but lifted her hips up against my probing middle finger — which was well lubricated, and slipped easily inside her. She yelped as my finger sunk in just past the first knuckle.

“Oh my god!” she croaked.

“Are you okay?” I asked, keeping my finger in place.

The young brunette nodded. “I’ve… never been fingered there before. It feels, well, nice,” she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

I fingered her for a few more moments. Her sighs and moans told me she was enjoying this new sensation. I could have continued, but now I wanted something else.

Jeannie groaned as I withdrew the invading digit, then slid my hands down over her thighs, pushing her legs farther apart while admiring her exquisite olive flesh. Licking my lips, I brought a hand back up to her crotch. She jumped when my finger made contact with her juicy opening. I didn’t enter her right away, however, but circled my finger around the edge, teasing the girl.

“Oh, Amanda, please!” she whined as she moved her hips, trying to make my finger penetrate her.

“Please what?” I asked, in a seductive tone.

“I want your fingers inside me!”

“Patience, my little pet. We’ll get there soon enough.” I slid my fingers up through her wet folds, avoiding contact with her clit, then moved back down, circling around her opening once more before sitting back and taking my hands away.

“No,” she begged, “don’t stop!”

I smiled, pleased with myself. “Turn over,” I told her.

Jeannie obeyed, rolling onto her back. I looked into her eyes momentarily before taking in her naked body… from her dark nipples down over her flat belly and to her bald glistening pussy. I placed my hands on her ankles, moving them very slowly up her legs and over her hips, across her belly, up to her barely there tits, onto her shoulders, and finally down her arms to her hands.

I sat back again. “Massage is done. Time to leave,” I said flatly, hiding all emotion from my face.

She stared at me with a horrified expression.

I smiled and giggled. “Gotcha,” I said, leaning over and pressing my lips to hers. I felt a sigh of relief escape her as she wrapped her arms around me.

“That wasn’t funny,” the girl protested, giving my bottom a smack.

I laughed and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She groaned and kissed me back. Our kisses were passionate and wet. Our tongues danced and played together.

After a minute or so, I broke the kiss, which Jeannie wasn’t happy about. But I stood up just long enough to slide my soaked panties off, then lie down beside her on the bed, wrapping my arms around the young beauty and laying one leg over hers. I covered her face with soft little kisses and nibbled on her ear and the tender flesh of her neck. I kissed my way down her throat and over her collarbone.

Jeannie moaned, and I could feel her trying to hump her pussy against my leg. When I put my mouth over her small breast, she twitched. I sucked her tit, flicking my tongue over the hard nipple, savoring the salty taste of the girl’s flesh. I kissed and licked and sucked on her nipples, while I also explored the soft area of skin below her bellybutton with my hand. I moved my fingers gently over her thighs and hips and across her hairless mound. Her arousal was apparent, as she twisted and thrust her hips upward. I continued my journey down her abdomen, kissing as I went, briefly stopping at her belly button. I circled it with my tongue and dipped into the small depression.

She squealed and squirmed. “That tickles!”

I kissed her belly button once more, then stood and sauntered toward the table. “Mmm, I think I need some more wine.”

“What? Now?!”

I picked up the empty bottle I’d finished earlier in the evening. Lifting it, I could see a few drops of wine, perhaps a swallow, still at the bottom. Then I returned to the girl and sat on the edge of the bed.

Jeannie had propped herself up on her elbows and was looking at me, a quizzical expression on her face. She looked at the wine bottle and back at me, tilting her head to the side. I chuckled as I tipped the bottle just enough to allow the top to touch the skin of her flat tummy.

She inhaled sharply as the cool glass touched her skin, then fell back onto the bed. I slowly traced the mouth of the bottle around her middle for several moments. I circled her belly button, spiraling inward until the lip of the bottle touched it. I then tipped the bottle up, and the few remaining drops of wine spilled out, filling her belly button.

Jeannie raised her head just in time to see me place my mouth over her tummy and suck the wine from her navel. I then licked it and the surrounding flesh, tasting the wine and the salt on her skin.

“Oh, jeez, Amanda,” Jeannie croaked, shivering as her head dropped back.

I giggled. “Yum, tasty!”

I sat up and moved the mouth of the bottle around her lovely body once again. I slid it down, over her mound, and pushed it against her clit, causing the girl to gasp. Smiling, I massaged her swollen clit with the end of the bottle.

As I explored her folds, moving the bottle slowly up and down, teasing, she squirmed and moaned. But when I pushed it down a bit lower, tracing her pink entrance with the tip of the bottle, Jeannie pushed herself up on both hands in sudden realization. She watched closely, her eyes going wide.

“No, you’re… you’re not going to… Ahh!!”

She didn’t get to finish her protest. I shoved the first two inches of the bottle into her vagina. Her hips bucked as she fell back onto the bed, driving the bottle deeper inside. She cried out again as I withdrew the bottle, then pushed it back in.

I fucked the sexy young girl this way for several minutes, seeing the neck of the bottle glisten with her juices as it slid in and out of her. Jeannie panted and moaned, opening her legs even wider, trying to take as much of the foreign object inside as she could.

“How’re you doing, sweetie?” I asked. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh, it… it feels strange, but sooo good,” she said with ragged breath.

I increased the tempo, fucking her harder and faster, watching her writhe, hearing her groan. Suddenly she gasped and then began to shudder as an orgasm took hold and washed over her. I waited until she finished before slowly removing the bottle from inside her pussy.

Making eye contact with the girl, I slid the end into my mouth, sucking it, loving the taste.

She smiled and sighed, “Wow…”

I got up for a moment and placed the bottle on the table, then sat down on the bed beside her. “If we had made a movie out of that, we could’ve called it ‘Bottle in the Jeannie’,” I said with a grin.

“Very amusing.” She swatted at me, and we giggled at the bad joke.

“Did you like being fucked that way?” I asked.

Jeannie nodded. “Yeah, I did. It felt so big the deeper it went. I’ve only ever had fingers inside me before. Well, that’s not really true,” she smiled and blushed. “I tried a hairbrush when I was twelve.”

I chuckled, then kissed her lips. I slid back down her slender nude body, kissing as I went. After being teased by the juices on the bottle, I was eager to enjoy the real thing. When I reached her mound, I sat up.

Kneeling between her legs, I spread the girl’s slender thighs apart. I admired her smooth puffy outer lips that hid her secret treasures. Leaning close, I could see her swollen clit just peeking out at the top of her glistening slit. I looked up at her face, and found Jeannie was propped up on her elbows, staring at me. Her chest had begun to heave in anticipation as she pinched and pulled at her nipples. She was biting her lower lip, and her eyes begged for me to pleasure her.

I bent down and kissed and nuzzled her inner thigh as I inhaled her scent. A combination of her arousal and her sweat filled my nostrils. Slowly I moved closer to Jeannie’s delectable pussy. I kissed one side then the other, not getting too close yet to her center. I teased her labia with the tip of my tongue, tracing its outer edges. Jeannie moaned and bucked. I moved down and explored her rosebud, swirling my tongue around it.

“Oh Jesus Amanda! What the fuck!” Jeannie cried.

I didn’t stop. I kept playing with her, teasing her, getting pleasure each time she would whimper and squirm and plead for more. I was humping my own throbbing pussy against the bed by this point, trying to achieve even the slightest amount of relief for myself.

When I figured I had finally tormented the poor girl long enough, I spread her outer lips with my thumbs and ran my tongue up through her furrow. Jeannie’s juices were thick and sweet with just a little bit of a tang. I licked her with the flat of my tongue, from her opening up to and over her clit, repeating this again and again.

Jeannie whimpered, her breathing was labored, her skin coated with a sheen of perspiration. I sucked and pulled on her small pussy lips for several seconds before shoving my stiffened tongue into her opening. She bucked and cried out. I pushed my hands beneath her ass and held onto her as I fucked her with my tongue. The girl squirmed and moaned and yelled my name. She clawed at the bed as I pulled my tongue out and put my mouth over her clit and sucked on the swollen bud. I pushed two fingers deep inside her core and began to slowly fuck her. Jeannie grabbed my head with her hands and shoved her pussy against me, humping and grinding against my mouth and fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, yes! I’m gonna come, don’t stop!” she cried.

I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue. Then she froze. Her hips were off the bed, fingers tangled in my hair, and her body stiffened. Her juices flowed freely. Jeannie’s screams caught in her throat as her body shook.

“Oh — fuck — yes!!” she managed to choke out.

When she came down from the peak, she relaxed and let go of my head. I crawled up her body and kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Then I looked into her beautiful dark eyes.

“Did you enjoy your massage?” I asked as I kissed her nose.

She smiled and took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “Yes, very much. Thank you. It even had a happy ending.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. But you’re the only one so far who’s had the happy part,” I said with a wink.

Jeannie rolled over on top me and kissed my cheek. “I guess I’ll have to do something about that then.”

Giggling, she slid down my body and took an erect nipple into her mouth. She sucked on my left nipple, hungrily, greedily, while her fingers squeezed and tugged my right one. I groaned, knowing full well that it would take very little of this to push me over the brink.

Jeannie continued to play with my tits, her tongue dancing and flicking over my hard nipples. Her hand moved over my belly and onto my pussy. I was on fire, ready to explode. My body quivered at her touch. Jeannie pushed her finger through my folds and then into my sodden pussy, fucking me.

It wasn’t going to take much more. The pent-up lust that had been building over the course of the evening was nearing critical mass. My climax was imminent. “God, Jeannie, I’m almost there,” I groaned.

She kissed my nipple once more as she watched my chest heave with every breath. Then the girl quickly moved down and clamped her mouth over my pussy. While sucking on my clit, she shoved another finger deep inside me.

The orgasm burst forth, wave after wave of pleasure released in a raging torrent. I bucked and shuddered.

“Jeannie! Jeannie!!!” I cried out as powerful spasms jolted my body — and then it was over, all too soon.

I was still panting, my eyes closed, when I felt Jeannie’s lips touch mine. I could taste myself in her mouth, and I returned the kiss.

“That was wonderful,” I said after a time, as I held her close.

“Can we, um… do this every night while you’re in town?” she asked, studying my face. I smiled at her, brushing a loose strand of hair back behind her ear.

“Yes, I would like that. Although on Wednesday evening I do have a work commitment and I’m not sure how late I will be.”

Jeannie propped herself up on one elbow. “Really? You do want to spend the rest of the week with me?” she asked, showing a look of surprise.

“Sure, of course. I like you, and I’d like to get to know you better. Why does that surprise you?”

“Honestly, I just thought this would be nothing more than a one night stand. But if you really mean it, I can rearrange my work schedule so I’m off at night. I can show you the city and stuff,” she said, smiling brightly.

“Sounds like a plan, especially the ‘stuff’ part,” I stated with a devilish grin. Then I drew her close and kissed the girl. We made love once again before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Sammy

Hi!

My name is Junie, and I’m 15 years old. I’ve never published anything that I’ve written before, but my mom thought it would be a good idea for me to write a “personal essay” about our relationship, and to submit it for this week’s English assignment.

See, I’m home-schooled, always have been. Mom got her Ph.D. in education when she was only 22, and for her thesis designed a whole new kindergarten-to-grade-12 curriculum of her very own, focused on “self-directed learning” and each student’s unique qualities. (And talk about unique — there’s no way I’d be able to submit this to any ordinary school!)

A few years later she had me, and then a few years after that, I became her first student. And she’s always been my only teacher. In every way.

That’s another thing: I never got to meet my dad. He was a lot older than my mom, and died before I could get a chance. To be honest, I’m not really supposed to talk about him. He was a famous priest and philosopher, especially on education, and had pledged never to have children. But he and Mom fell in love, or at least he did with her when she was his teaching assistant. And that’s how I was conceived.

At least I’m named after him, with my middle name, Ivana. Which I kind of hate now for reasons you can probably figure out. But anyway.

Mom helped me to get the dialogue here right, but otherwise these are all my own words. She said ten pages was the limit, but there is so much in my heart about her and us that I feel like I could fill a hundred novels with it.

I guess things really got started when I was twelve. Mom had made it a habit for us to go to the theater downtown every Friday night, when they showed old movies. Each week was a different one, mostly in English, but sometimes from a country like France or Germany, which meant there would be subtitles. I always tried hard to follow along, mostly to be able to quote lines back at Mom in the car ride home, which seemed to make her proud. She told me more than once that as good as the movies were, she enjoyed our conversations afterward even more, listening to what I liked or didn’t like, learning to express myself in grown-up language.

One night we went to see one of Mom’s favorites, What’s Up, Doc?. She told me it was hilarious, and she was so right! It was as funny as some of the old black-and-white comedies we’d already seen there, but everything was so pretty and colorful. We both laughed so hard, and every time my Mom did, she would trace her fingers softly over my wrist. I had noticed a few weeks before that she had started to hold my hand more and more, and that night she had her hands on me in some way for what seemed like the whole movie. I remember feeling very special and loved. As soon as the end credits started and I turned to look at her, she rubbed her thumb and index fingers on the nape of my neck. I got chills all over.

Afterwards, we went to this diner down the street called Sal’s, where we usually went to talk after a movie. We ordered our usual, two cokes and a plate of chilli fries. As soon as the waitress left the table, Mom took both of my hands in hers and looked directly into my eyes.

“Tonight has been so special, sweetheart,” she said, starting to tear up a bit. “It means so much to me, sharing something I love so much with a person I love even more. The person, in fact, whom I love more than anyone else in the whole wide world.”

I smiled at her. “I love you too, Mom. More than anything.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Junie. Very glad.” She cleared her throat and looked nervous all of a sudden.

“I have something very important to tell you, sweetheart. You see, not only do I love you, but…I like you, too. I like you like how the girl liked the boy in the movie. I like you…as a girlfriend.” She tilted her head slightly. “Do you understand?”

There was an awkward silence between us as I struggled to process what she was saying. I didn’t know how to respond…it just seemed so weird. Me and Mom, girlfriends?

“I know it’s a lot to take in, sweetheart.” She smiled warmly and squeezed my hands. “But I think it’s important for me to announce my intention to court you.”

“Court, Mom?” Now I was even more confused!

“That’s what it used to be called, when a man would pursue a woman he wanted to get romantically involved with. He would take her on dates and they would get to know each other, and the woman would make up her mind on whether or not they would be boyfriend and girlfriend, or even get married.”

“Oh…”

“I’m not going to move too fast, sweetheart. There’s nothing to be scared of. I just wanted to let you know why things might seem a little different from now on, while we get to know each other in this new, exciting way. Our daily routine isn’t going to change. You know how important your education is. I’m still going to be your teacher from 9 till 2, and you’re still going to have to study as hard as you always have. It might seem strange at first, but we have so much time to figure things out, darling. We have forever.”

I got a warm feeling in my tummy when she said that and squeezed her hands even tighter than she had squeezed mine.

“Hmm,” she said, grinning. “Looks like I haven’t frightened my favorite girl off.”

“Nope, she’s still here,” I giggled.

“Mmm,” Mom hummed, “and what a pretty sight she makes, too. Now let’s hurry up and finish these fries so we can get some ice cream.”

. . . . .

It was pretty late when we got home, so Mom said I should go right to bed. We walked silently up the stairs and stopped in front of my door. She wrapped me in her arms and our eyes locked for a moment, but I got nervous and looked away. We both giggled, then went quiet, and the silence seemed to overwhelm us. Mom’s right hand slowly snaked along my side, her left pressed firmly into the small of my back, holding me in place. I still couldn’t meet her gaze. She cupped my chin and bent down slightly, and then her lips were on mine, her scent swimming over me. It felt like time stopped as we necked. She nibbled on my bottom lip before breaking away and looking down my body, like she wanted to eat me all up. She reminded me of a wild animal, but still my mom in a weird way. Did that make me an animal too? A picture popped into my head, of us living free and naked in the forest, sleeping together in the dirt. It made me warm and want to laugh at the same time.

“You’re getting to be such a big girl, Junie,” Mom said, breaking me out of my daydreams. “That’s part of the reason Mommy has all these strong new feelings for you. Maturing into such a beautiful young woman.”

I blushed, fighting the impulse to look away again. I could feel how important this was, and wanted to her to know she had my attention. “That means it’s important that you have your privacy, and your own space. I want you to go into your room and get undressed, now. And really think about everything we talked about.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“And Junie?”

“Yeah?”

“I bet you look beautiful naked, sweetheart.”

I blushed and started to close the door, not knowing what to say, not wanting to risk saying anything dumb. The last thing I saw through the crack was my mother’s warm smile, flashing like a firefly in the low light. It felt weird to hear her say that, about me looking beautiful naked, but it definitely made me feel beautiful, even kind of independent and grown-up since she had no idea how my body really looked now. It had been probably five years she had seen me without any clothes. Then I had a thought. How long had Mom liked me…this way? When did it start? When I was in kindergarten? When I was…breastfeeding? It made me dizzy to think about.

I managed to sleep okay that night and woke up bright and early, excited to see what would come next, but I quickly found out that Mom sure wasn’t kidding about taking things slowly!

One thing was, she started to hold my hand more, especially in public. She said she wanted everyone to know how proud she was to be with the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Often, I would look up and catch her eyes. Sometimes she would smile. Other times, my favorite times, she wouldn’t change her expression at all when she caught me looking at her, keeping her gaze so intense that I got a strong feeling that, for all her pretense to me being the “decider” here, she, not me, was in charge, and things were going to happen exactly as she wanted them to. And I realized I was totally okay with that.

We still kept Friday nights for movies, but we started to go on lots of other dates, too. Picnics, art galleries, poetry readings. Mom loved going to see local authors at the library, and we’d often introduce ourselves after they were finished with their stories or poems. One day, Mom surprised me by telling me that our local branch was hosting the author of one of my very favorite novels. I was so excited! It was supposed to be a busy event, and Mom warned me that we might not get a chance to meet her, but I wanted to be as prepared as possible. I read the book three times in the coming weeks, as well as two of the author’s other books, and even made notes about my favorite parts, kind of like I was writing a book report.

And the reading was amazing. I was thrilled to see so many girls my age there with their mothers. Mom held my hand almost the whole time.

I was so nervous afterwards, when Mom and I approached the author at the reception. She was even more beautiful than on the book jacket. I introduced myself, and told her she was my favorite. She actually blushed, and asked me what I thought about the new book she had read from. I told her I was so excited to read another book about Cosette (the main character), and, well, we just had an amazing conversation. The whole time I could sense Mom’s eyes darting back and forth between us, occasionally adding a word in but mostly encouraging my responses to the author’s questions. At one point, I finally managed to suppress my nerves long enough to try and make a joke, and they both laughed. Right then Mom placed her hand in the small of my back and started to softly stroke the skin under my blouse, occasionally pressing her whole palm, firmly, intro the curve, middle finger sliding slowly into the damp crack of my bum. I guess Mom had maneuvered  my back to the wall for a reason!

After we left the auditorium, all having exchanged contact information with promises to write, Mom squeezed my hand and suddenly steered us toward one of the empty study rooms.

“June-Bug,” she almost stuttered, using my private nickname. “Would you like to go inside here and talk for a second?”

“Uh, sure, Mom,” I replied, a bid unsteadily. We stepped inside the dimly lit room. Mom turned and quickly locked the door. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. She nestled right into me and placed her hands on my hips.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. You were so wonderful. So confident. So eloquent. So funny! My goodness, when did you get so funny?” Her nostrils flared, and she looked almost out of control for a second. “To be honest, Junie, that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

I was speechless. It’s hard to describe how big and wonderful that moment felt, Mom’s nose nuzzling mine, her strong scent in my nostrils, her presence somehow more imposing than ever before. It was like she was inside me, everywhere, all at once, wearing my body like a glove. She crushed her lips to mine, pausing at first, as if to let them introduce themselves to an eager new friend. As we kissed, a deep rumble came from her throat, almost inaudible, but it rang throughout my body. I could feel myself getting wet down there. She pawed my breast roughly, which startled me, but she seemed to catch herself and we both relaxed into her hand’s slow circles over my nipple. Suddenly, her head snapped back as if she’d come out of a trance.

“We should go, Junie. Y-you must be starving, sweetheart!” Huh? I was very confused, not to mention excited! I said nothing and waited for her to speak. I guess she sensed it. “Look, sweetie, I love what we just did. I’ve never been kissed like that before. But I got carried away, because of how sweet and happy and adult you were. We can’t do that in public. At least not yet. Can you trust me?”

I smiled shyly. “Of course. You’re my mom. I think that’s why this feels so good. You’re my mom and I love you, and trust you, and know you’re always going to do what’s best for me.”

She was silent for a moment, and I could see the beginning of tears in her eyes. “Oh, sweetie,” she sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

She took my hand and we stepped out of the study room to the escalator down to the second floor. It was dark by this point, and the top two floors of the library were deserted. Mom looked around us, quickly, and stepped into me. She peered from our feet to the railing and beyond, as if to check that we were completely hidden below the waist, and muttered, “What the hell.” Then her hand was on my thigh, then higher, then pressing against my damp panties. I was only twelve, and a virgin, but I knew what she wanted, and that she was going to have it. The tip of her finger in my pussy made me jump, but I was so wet she slid in easily, right up to my hymen. Mom felt it and paused. “Not yet, for that,” she whispered. She stared into my eyes as she fingered me slowly, my young cunt dripping juices. “You’re Mommy’s girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” I managed, already starting to come.

“I want you to say it, Junie.” Her voice was quiet, breathy, but commanding. I was melting, had never felt so excited inside, aching, coming and coming…

“I’m your girl, Mommy,” I gasped. “I’m yours. I’m…I’m in love with you, want to marry you, want your babies, wanna be pregnant for you,” I let out, choked with emotion, riding out the first orgasm of my life, yet managing a little miraculously to keep my voice quiet enough for the near-empty library. Mom hugged me to her chest. I felt my feet hit solid ground and knew that we’d reached the bottom, but I couldn’t move my legs. I felt Mom withdraw from my pussy and clasp my hand, which she scrubbed with her own, smearing my juices all over my fingers. We held hands the whole walk home, saying nothing, sharing shy sidelong glances.

My babbling wasn’t just babbling. I was completely in love with her, and wanted to do all of those things, especially the impossible ones. She knew this, too — I could tell whenever she looked at me.

The next night, the day having passed normally, we were watching a movie in the living room and somehow fell into soft kisses on the couch. I know it sounds weird, but I still can’t really explain how it happened, how it started. It was Mom’s doing, I’m sure, but in my responses to her moves I was every bit as eager. Probably more, if that makes sense. And I’m sure it does, if you’re a submissive yourself, or really know one. The thrill of finding confidence in your own vulnerability, the weird, backwards pride of playing a role really well that debases you. And I’ll tell you, it’s totally magnified if the dom is your Mom!

By the time the movie was finished and the menu was clicking along onscreen, Mom and I both knew it was time. I know it might sound too sudden-like, but it was time. Time, eight months after the start of our new relationship, who knows how many years after that first spark of desire, for my mother to take my virginity.

We walked upstairs, hand in hand. The undressing’s a blur, as much as I would’ve liked to keep the memory of Mom taking off my clothes for the first time as her lover.

I do remember her crawl, low and slow up the bed. I remember that my fists clenched the sheets as her eyes poured into mine. I remember that she paused and looked at my hands, that my knuckles were probably whiter than the cotton underneath them.

And then she seemed to shy up.

“Mom…?” I asked, after a moment or two.

“Gosh…” she chuckled, shook her head.”I just really wanna eat your pussy, Junie.”

I gasped.

“I mean, just eat your little fucking cunt till there’s nothing left. Would that be okay, baby?”

I said nothing. I was shocked, sure, but willing then to go wherever she wanted. So I spread my legs wide as possible, savoring the chance to try something sexy and seductive. It seemed to work — Mom’s face broke out in a smile of what I could only describe as total ecstasy. And then her face was out of view, and her lips were nibbling and kissing on my inner thighs. She played silently with the soft light down on my legs and nuzzled into me, close to my center. “I can smell you, baby.”

“I’m glad, Mama,” I moaned.

“Do you know what smells are, June-Bug? … Scientifically?”

“Yah totally, they’re, uh,” I struggled, writhing, “…oh God Mom, they’re, um…”

She laughed and flicked her tongue along my lips, making me jump. “They’re molecules, sweetie. Tiny little pieces of you.”

“Pieces…”

“Yes, my dear…” her tongue plunged in, deeper and deeper, in and out of me. “Pieces. Like little pieces of pie. And Mommy’s eating you all up.”

“Eating me, Mommy, eating me…” I moaned.

“So when I smell you…” she made a show of inhaling, “I’m devouring you. Bringing you inside me, every bit I can.”

And then something started moving, deep and strong inside my tummy, like a creaky faucet in a big old house. It picked up speed, rushing through me everywhere till it burst out my privates so strong I could have sworn I was swimming…

I heard Mommy choke and laugh, and everything made sense when I looked down at her — she had gooey stuff all over her face, and it had come from me!

“I’m so sorry, Mommy!”

“No, no, Junie, don’t be silly, sweetheart. That’s about the best gift you could have given me.”

“What was that?”

She giggled again. “You squirted, June-Bug. You squirted cum all over me!”

“And…you like that?”

“Everyone does. Everyone who likes doing what I did.”

I felt so embarrassed, but I had to ask: “What do you call it? I mean, I remember “cunnilingus”, and all the slangs and stuff, but what do you call it, Mama?”

“Eating pussy, sweetheart.” She grinned, and looked down at me, smile spreading.

I just about to ask her if I could eat hers, but I stopped myself. On this weird zig-zag path we were on, the mix of submission and initiative, I knew which one was called for now.

Without saying a word, sensing her eyes on me the whole time, I moved my mouth to her chest and started kissing softly around the tops of her beautiful breasts, jiggling just a little. I risked a nibble, biting a bit above the pink of her areola.

“Mmm, what are you doing, my love?” She asked dreamily.

I tried to grin, expectantly, like she had before. “I’m gonna eat your pussy”  —  she gasped at that  —  “…but not yet, Mama.”

And then her nipple was in my mouth. When I got it in there I kind of froze for a second. But Mom, too, seemed to be lost, eyes closed and back arched, her high-pitched gasp squeaking into the air. “So good, Junie, fuck…”

I knew I had her then, and that I knew what do — even if I didn’t. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and her hands went round the back of my neck, fingers interlacing. She pulled me down to her, hard, and bit in. Her squeak became a squeal. “Yes, baby, yes!”

Her hands inched slowly up my head till they were almost on the top, and I understood what she wanted, before she had to urge me down.

But I went down anyway. Gladly. Kissing along her skin, stopping to nudge my tongue into her bellybutton. I’m sure she responded to that, too, but I was too caught up to take it in.

And then it was there. She was there.

Facing what I had wanted for so, so long, what I realized immediately had long led my thoughts around in ways I had no way of understanding, I was just about in shock. Sure, Mom had taught me anatomy, but no glossy photo could have prepared me. She was smooth for some inches below her bellybutton, but then her bush began, soft to my touch. Which was still shy, but getting stronger by the second. She had trimmed herself so that the hair wasn’t wild, but I could still press down with my palm and watch it form around my hand. I did that and more for a little while, exploring this new terrain of hers, imagining how mine would look when I was her age. And getting chills thinking about how Mom would be with me, every step of the way.

“That feels real nice, Junie…” she let out with a sigh.

“I’m glad, Mama. I like it, too.”

“Do you want me to…to show you…” She looked almost embarrassed. I smiled at her.

“Nah. I got it.”

Then my nose was in her bush deep, inhaling. I almost passed out. This was her essence, what I realized immediately I’d smelt for years, my head in her lap on the couch watching movies, or trailing behind the path of scents she left, leaving the bathroom.

And it was mine.

I caught a dribble on my tongue when I swiped up to her clit for the first time, a little pink nub sneaking out the brown underneath it like one of those long-nosed monkeys. Her yelp right then made me suck harder, and she came loud all over my face. Not quite the mess that I’d made, but enough for a good gulp!

I looked up and her palm was on her forehead. I was a little disappointed to see she was still conscious.

“Sorry I came so quick, sweetheart.” Her eyes were still closed.

“That’s fine, Mom,” I giggled, swallowing the last bits of cum in my mouth. “I loved it.”

She opened her eyes and we looked at each other. We were silent.

“What do you want to do now, June-Bug?”

I was exhausted, and was ready to let her take over. But I was still horny as hell.

“Whatever you want to do, Mama. I want you to show me everything.”

She smiled and ran her fingers along my jaw. “I think I know just the thing. How about you close your eyes and let me surprise you?”

I did, and she repositioned me on my back at the top of the bed. I heard her rustle around for a few minutes and had butterflies in my tummy the whole time.

“Okay, sweetie. Open up.”

I was surprised all right — Mama had a cock! A big pink one, around her hips!

“Do you think you’re ready for this?”

“Uh-huh,” I almost panted. “Been ready forever, Mommy, feels like. Please fuck me. Now.”

She giggled. “No full sentences, huh? That much?”

“Uh-huh. Now now now!”

“Okay, horndog.” She crawled onto the bed and made her way between my legs. Her cock nudged my lips.

“It’s so special, me your first. My goodness, my God…” She kissed me on the lips, her eyes asking me a question. I nodded and she eased into me. My eyes misted up in joy as I felt my juices surge and coat her cock, squeezing into my little slit, finally pressing up to my hymen. I expected her to pierce me slowly, but in an instant she was through, grunting, a throaty “fuck, yeah” beside my right ear, almost drowning out my shriek of pain. “Gonna get better, baby…” She muttered, three sloppy kisses smeared on the side of my lips as in reassurance. It was like she was struggling to hold onto her being a “Mom” probably as my cunt throbbed around her. It wasn’t long before the pain had disappeared and I was thrusting eagerly back up, belly twisting under her gaze. “I love you so much, Junie. Fuck, I fucking love you.”

I wheezed as I felt her push even further into me, and I knew that I had it all inside me. How could I? How long was that thing? 6 inches, 8? I’m thirteen years old, I remember thinking to myself. And I’m taking my mommy’s whole cock in my pussy. Because she loves me. It felt so good inside my head. So good I found myself closing my eyes to Mommy’s real face, right above mine as she fucked me, so I could repeat those thoughts to myself as I pictured her face inside my head. I don’t know why that turned me on so much. But it still does, and I still do it.

“Gonna go harder, baby,” Mom said, taking my legs and bringing them up towards my chest. “That okay?”

“Yeah, Mommy…anything’s okay.”

“That’s wonderful to hear, my lovely…” Her small moans of delight trickled over me as she picked up speed, my shaky fingers wrapping themselves up in the headboard a second before her movements would’ve had my head hitting it. “Uh, oh,” she chuckled, not without genuine concern. “Is Mommy gonna have to be more careful with her baby?”

“No…” I managed.

“No?”

“No, Mommy…harder. I want you…to fuck me…harder…” I tried to raise my voice at the end but a massive orgasm quickly rendered me speechless. As I peaked and soared and creamed myself I felt an intrusion, sharp, somewhere I never had before and I knew my mother had a finger in my bum, lubricated with my own juices. “Mommy!” I squealed before her tongue shut me up.

“Mmm, I’m right here, precious.” I felt a smattering of tears on my chest. “Oh, you precious baby, you sweet girl…” Mama’s face was glowing. “I have to taste you. Devour you. Every bit of you.” She kissed where she’d cried on, then started her lips on a long wet passage across my skin. She made me feel like a desert and a beautiful mirage, all at once. “Oh, my God…” There it was. Her tongue.

“So good, so fucking good, mmm,” she gasped and gulped. “Love your little asshole. Your tiny pink jewel.”

“My bum? You like my bum, Mommy? You like licking it?” I was worried my attempts to keep up with her talk would sound lame, but she really responded.

“Oh God, yes. Mama loves your little butthole. So much. So perfect. Perfect like your every other inch.” A little flowery! But it sent me right over the edge again anyway.

“You have all of me, Mama,” I sighed, happier than I had ever thought possible. “All of me.

“Forever.”

. . . . .

Well, that’s ten pages, or almost.

Mom and I are still together, of course, still in love.

I’ll probably be heading to college next year, or maybe the year after. I’ve already passed early entrance exams for a few really good schools in the area. But Mom thinks it might be good for me to go away somewhere, that she feels funny sometimes about having kept me to herself all these years.

I always tell her she’s being silly. There’s no other way I can imagine having been taught, and by no other teacher. When I tell her that, sometimes she goes all the way in the other direction and reminds me of what I said about getting pregnant for her.

Besides, I think I caught the teaching bug from Mom. And I might have an idea or two for a curriculum of my very own…

THE END

 

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By No One

Following Nettie into the house, Chloe studied the older girl’s lovely backside — the one she had been touching just a few minutes ago — when a thought came to her.

“I guess you didn’t need the sunscreen after all,” she said, amused. In the end, it didn’t look like they would be spending much time out in the sun.

“Oh, don’t worry, I got what I wanted out of it,” Nettie replied, mischief in her eyes as she spun to face Chloe. She took the young girl’s hand, and pulled her towards her bedroom, grinning lustfully all the while. Holding the door open, she motioned for Chloe to enter.

Too late to turn back now, Chloe thought as she slowly walked into the room, stepping over discarded clothing that lay here and there on the floor. The walls were covered in posters, mostly punk bands — or so Chloe assumed, she’d never heard of any of them — but a few were of beautiful women in revealing outfits, which she looked on appreciatively. There was also the large mirror that had betrayed her earlier. She gave it a mock glare, though it appeared that things had worked out in the end.

Suddenly, she felt Nettie’s nearly naked body pressing against her back. The skin contact sent a pleasurable shiver all over her body, and it only got worse when the teenager’s hands joined in the mischief, roaming first over her thighs, then making their way to her belly.

“Now we’re gonna have some fun,” Nettie whispered in Chloe’s ear, before gently nibbling on her earlobe.

Chloe gasped at the electric feeling this contact sent through her body, surprised that her ear could be so sensitive. It seemed to send an excited response all the way down between her legs. Her bikini bottom was wet, and she was certain that it wasn’t only due to the water from the pool.

Nettie’s hands moved to Chloe’s back, and before she realized what was happening, the clasp of her top was undone. “Oh!” she squealed in surprise as she whirled about to face the culprit, raising a hand to her chest to keep the piece of garment in place.

Nettie looked like the cat that ate the canary. “What? I thought you were gonna show me,” she said, flashing a wicked grin.

Chloe supposed she had kind of implied that she would take off her top if they went inside. She hesitated briefly, then slowly slipped one bikini strap off her shoulder, then the other, before finally letting the top fall to the floor. Watching intently for Nettie’s reaction, she was very pleased to see the other girl bite her bottom lip, the lust burning brighter in her eyes.

“Mmm, very nice,” the teenager purred. She locked eyes with Chloe, winked at her, then casually hooked both thumbs into her own bikini bottom and pulled it down.

Chloe gaped in surprise, her eyes inexorably drawn to the older girl’s sex. There was a tuft of brown hair at the top, but the lips were bare. It was a very arousing sight, and Chloe swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

Nettie smirked at her and raised an eyebrow, clearly wondering if Chloe would dare to do the same. Got the nerve, little girl? her eyes seemed to say.

In fact, Chloe did feel very timid and nervous, but she didn’t want Nettie to think she was a scaredy-cat. Truth was, she would probably do nearly anything the older girl asked at this point. She took a deep breath, then quickly tugged down her own bikini bottom, exposing her young, nearly hairless sex.

The girls took a moment to ogle each other. Despite her sheepishness, Chloe found she was enjoying the feel of the other girl’s lustful eyes as they swept over her body.

“Very sexy,” Nettie said. She closed the distance between them, and their lips came together in an intense kiss.

The teen girl was pushing her body hard against Chloe’s, making her take a step back, then another, until she bumped into something and started to tip backwards. Chloe had a brief instant of panic, then the bed comfortably stopped her short fall.

Nettie gave her an innocent smile, then climbed on the bed as well, straddling Chloe’s hips.

Chloe cried out in surprise as their sexes touched; she hadn’t been prepared for the powerful sensation that coursed through her. Nettie grinned and wriggled her hips a little, which only magnified the feeling.

The teenager reached out and gently removed Chloe’s glasses, then stretched to deposit them on the bedside table. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through Chloe, who let out little gasps and moans.

The room became a little blurry without her glasses, but thankfully Nettie was close enough to see in exquisite detail. The older girl leaned down to kiss Chloe, immediately slipping in her tongue as well. Their tongues danced and dueled for a long moment, intense and passionate. At times, one or the other would moan into their kiss, especially when Nettie pushed down on her hips and made their nether lips embrace as well.

Chloe felt like she was in heaven. Naked in bed with Nettie, kissing and much more; it was a scene she had pictured so many times, but the reality felt even better than her imagination. Their position was something of a surprise, though — it had never occurred to her that two girls could rub their privates together like that. It was wonderfully erotic and pleasurable, the feeling of Nettie’s hot, slick sex pressing against her own, their wetness mingling together.

Their kiss finally broke, leaving both girls out of breath. “You like this?” Nettie whispered huskily, pressing down hard with her hips at the same time, possibly to make sure Chloe was very clear on what she was asking.

“Ah! Yes!” Chloe nearly shouted, a sudden moan making her voice rise higher than she’d intended.

Nettie smirked, looking quite pleased with herself. Straightening up, she started to rock her hips back and forth with more purpose, drawing a moan from Chloe with each thrust. Those moans only grew louder when Nettie reached out with both hands to cup the young girl’s nascent breasts and toy with her nipples.

Nettie wasn’t exactly silent herself; Chloe could hear that she was growing more and more breathless in her exertions. It thrilled her, the realization that the teen was experiencing as much pleasure as she was. There wasn’t much freedom of movement in this position, but she tried to push her hips back against Nettie’s as much as she could, grinding their sexes together in a way that felt positively delicious.

“Mmm, fuck!” Nettie moaned urgently.

Chloe grinned, excited by the dirty word. She met Nettie’s eyes; they were glazed over in ecstasy. The older girl’s breathing was growing more erratic, her movements more urgent, and Chloe knew she was about to come.

Indeed, a few seconds later, Nettie’s eyes squeezed shut and a low groan forced its way past her lips, her face twisted in a grimace of overwhelming pleasure.

The teenager’s orgasm was the sexiest thing Chloe had ever seen, and she watched on with excitement as Nettie rode the waves of ecstasy until her movements slowed and she let out a deep, contented sigh.

Chloe now felt herself quite close to her own release, but Nettie was out of breath, her movements slowing to a near-standstill. As arousing as the spectacle of her partner’s orgasm had been, Chloe now couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated. She tried to grind against the other girl to make up for it.

Nettie opened her eyes and gave her an apologetic smile. She reached down between them, into the hot, wet place where their bodies met, and flicked her thumb over Chloe’s little nub, making her cry out in renewed delight. Now smirking, Nettie continued with wonderful circular motions from her thumb while she brought in the fingers of her other hand to explore the folds of Chloe’s sex.

“Yes, yes!” Chloe exclaimed, her arousal quickly peaking again under the care of Nettie’s expert fingers. It didn’t take long at all for her to feel that tension build up to its breaking point. Her back arched up from the bed, and she screamed wordlessly as a wave of bliss hit, harder than any of the times she’d ever done it to herself.

Chloe thrashed and twitched as she rode that perfect orgasm, Nettie’s finger gradually slowing, bringing her down gently from that ecstatic high.

“Wow,” she said simply, once she had recovered her breath a little.

“Good one, huh?” Nettie said, sounding self-satisfied, as she climbed off Chloe and lay down next to her.

Chloe could only nod. She felt the other girl’s hand on her cheek and turned to face Nettie, who seized that opportunity to kiss her again. It was gentle at first, but soon grew deep and passionate as the teenager slipped her tongue in.

Chloe felt Nettie’s hand groping her butt as they kissed, pressing their bodies together. Despite having just had an amazing orgasm, this ardent make-out session was awakening her desire all over again. She’d assumed they were done with the sex stuff, but now wondered if the older girl had other plans.

They smiled at each other when their lips finally parted. “I didn’t think you’d want to… fool around, with a girl my age,” Chloe said timidly after a moment. She still had a hard time believing this had actually happened.

Nettie shrugged nonchalantly. “If you’re old enough to get turned on and want it, I think you’re old enough to do it, yeah?” she said, then paused and frowned. “Wait, you knew I liked girls? Before this?”

“Oh, um…” Chloe hesitated, then nodded sheepishly.

The teenager raised an eyebrow at her, clearly awaiting an explanation.

Chloe sighed. This is gonna be so embarrassing! “Well, remember, like, last year, when me and Alex had a sleepover here?” she began.

Nettie shrugged. “I guess? You did that a few times.”

“Ya, well, that time, um, you had a friend over… Trish, I think?”

“Ah.” Nettie nodded, a small smile appearing on her lips. Perhaps she saw where this was going.

“So… during the night, I got up to get a glass of water from the bathroom upstairs. Then I heard, uh, a noise, coming from down the stairs, so um, I kinda peeked. You and Trish were on the couch… making out… and, um, you were naked,” Chloe shyly continued.

Nettie chuckled. “I bet we were. And what did you think of that?”

“That… it was hot,” Chloe admitted with a giggle.

The teenager grinned, then kissed her, and they did their own bit of making out for a while. Telling the story was turning Chloe on, as she remembered the thrilling and — at the time — shocking things she had seen that night. It seemed to be having the same effect on Nettie, too.

“What then? Did you go back to Alex’s room?” Nettie asked teasingly.

“I… might have watched for a bit,” Chloe confessed, blushing a little.

“You naughty girl,” Nettie said in mock indignation. “What happened next, then?”

“You, um… you kissed her boobs.”

“Mm, that does sound like me,” the older girl conceded. Getting up on her hands and knees, she leaned down over Chloe and gave one of her budding breasts a long, spiralling lick, ending with a flick of the tongue on her nipple. “Like this, maybe?” she asked.

A moan was the only reply Chloe was able to give. Clearly satisfied with that answer, Nettie continued on, licking and kissing all over her chest, moving from one breast to the other. Her nipples were left very stiff, and she felt a fresh flush of heat and wetness between her legs.

“Was that all we did?” Nettie then asked, with a smirk that said she was well aware of the answer.

Chloe shook her head, already a little short of breath.

“What, then?”

“You kissed her… her belly,” Chloe continued, feeling a rising excitement at the direction this was going.

Nettie nodded, then nuzzled her way down to Chloe’s tummy. She gave her belly button a few teasing licks, then asked, “and then?”

Chloe swallowed. “You kissed… between her legs.”

“Her pussy?” Nettie asked, smiling.

Chloe nodded. “Her pussy,” she repeated, feeling a naughty thrill at the dirty word. She watched Nettie crawl further down until she felt the teen’s breath on her most intimate parts. It made her shiver with nervous anticipation.

The next thing she felt was Nettie’s tongue, giving her a long, slow lick from the bottom of her sex to the top. The wonderful feeling drew a long moan out of her. She had given herself so many orgasms while picturing this exact situation, and now it was actually happening. Nettie was licking her. Licking her pussy.

“Yummy,” the teenager said, winking up at her, before she went back for a second lick, then a third, then… well, Chloe lost count as a fog of pleasure filled up her head.

Raised up on her elbows, all she could do was stare at the beautiful face between her spread legs, kissing and licking every inch, every fold of her pussy. Her deepest fantasy realized, and it felt even more amazing than she’d imagined. Her fingers were no match for Nettie’s magic tongue.

Pleasure was building up hard and fast within her. She was growing breathless, every exhalation a whimper. Her hips twitched and ground against her partner’s face, seemingly of their own volition.

Nettie didn’t seem to mind at all. She looked up, and paused to offer her a grin, obviously well aware of the effect her tongue was having. She used two fingers to spread Chloe’s pussy lips before bringing her mouth back into play, licking deep within her folds.

Poking tentatively with a finger at the entrance of Chloe’s sex, Nettie raised an eyebrow when she found no resistance. Moving slowly, she slipped her finger into Chloe, fully penetrating her.

Chloe let out a loud cry. It felt as if she was going to explode with pleasure. She thought she heard Nettie chuckle, then felt the older girl’s tongue concentrate on her nub. Almost before she knew it was happening, Nettie’s finger found the secret spot inside her that always made her go wild.

“Ah! Ah, Nettie!” she cried out as she felt her orgasm fast approaching. Chloe tried to resist it, to make these amazing feelings last as long as possible, but Nettie’s wicked talents were making that impossible. The inescapable ecstasy crashed into her, making her body thrash around uncontrollably, wiping away her conscious thoughts for the moment.

Once she could think again, she opened her eyes and found Nettie on her knees, watching her. “That was… even better than the last one,” she said haltingly.

“Yeah, I’m that good,” Nettie agreed.

Chloe giggled at her lack of modesty. She wanted to kiss the girl, but found her limbs were still very weak when she tried to get up. Instead, she gestured for Nettie to get closer.

Now face to face, she noticed the teenager had glistening traces of wetness on her cheeks, around her mouth. She reddened a little, thinking about where they came from. “Oh, um, you’re a bit… messy, there,” she pointed out.

“And whose fault is that?” Nettie asked, though she didn’t seem to mind in the least.

“Sorry,” Chloe said coyly, then a naughty thought crossed her mind. “I guess I should clean you up, then,” she said, before she leaned closer and gave the older girl’s cheek a tentative lick. Nettie’s sharp intake of breath told her this was as much of a turn-on as she’d hoped.

She licked all around Nettie’s mouth, probably not doing a great job of actually cleaning, but that wasn’t really the point. She had tasted her own wetness before, just to see what it was like, but now realized that it was a lot more fun to lick it off a pretty girl’s face.

Once the cursory cleaning was done, she slipped her tongue into the other girl’s mouth for a steamy kiss that was passionately returned. Gazing into Nettie’s eyes afterwards, she could see lust building up, and suspected that the girl was in the mood for more.

Now that some of her strength had returned, Chloe gently pushed Nettie onto her back, then sat up next to her. The older girl was watching her expectantly, perhaps wondering if she had the nerve to take a more active role in the lovemaking. In fact, that was exactly what Chloe wanted — to explore that gorgeous teenage body.

She laid a hand on Nettie’s flat stomach, then slowly caressed her way up across her ribs until she cupped one of her breasts. They were really lovely, small but firm, keeping their shape even with the girl lying on her back.

Chloe took her time, caressing first one breast, then the other, then both at once, encouraged by little moans and sighs from Nettie. The nipples quickly grew very stiff, and she took delight in teasing them with her fingers.

“So…” Nettie began between two happy sighs, “you didn’t finish your story. You watched us have sex? And then?”

Chloe reddened again; she had hoped to avoid the most embarrassing part. “I, um… I had to go back into the bathroom,” she mumbled.

Nettie laughed. “Oh really? And what did you do in the bathroom, Chloe?” she asked in a knowing tone.

Chloe glanced down the teenager’s body, towards her inviting sex, and decided that actions might speak louder than words. One of her hands slipped away from Nettie’s breasts, sliding down her body until she reached the older girl’s pussy. She pressed her fingers deep into the juicy folds. The girl was positively dripping with excitement.

Nettie let out a loud moan. “Is that what you did?” she breathed. “You fucked your little pussy? While we were fucking downstairs?”

Chloe’s eyes widened a little at the dirty talk, but she smiled as well. Nettie seemed to be really into it. “Yes, I did,” she whispered into the teen’s ear.

“Mmm. While my sis was sleeping just next door?”

“Yes,” she said again. She’d been a bit ashamed of herself at the time, but had been unable to resist her need after watching Nettie and Trish fool around.

“Mm, you dirty girl,” Nettie moaned. “Wish I could have seen that.” Her eyes were squeezed shut, maybe imagining the scene.

While her fingers traced up and down the cleft of Nettie’s sex, Chloe lowered her mouth to the girl’s chest, flicking her tongue over one hard nipple. The teenager gasped in response, making Chloe smile. Her nipples, it seemed, were quite sensitive. Chloe took one in her mouth, sucked at it for a moment, then moved to the other.

She tentatively eased a finger into Nettie’s slick sex, slowly working it in and out. Receiving encouraging moans, she accelerated her movements a little. It felt very dirty and thrilling to penetrate the older girl like this.

“Mmm, yeah. You can put in more than one,” Nettie suggested breathily.

Chloe paused. She’d never used more than one finger on herself, but it made sense that grown-ups might want more than that. After all, lots of girls like a boy’s thing in there, and that’s bigger than a finger, right? She hesitated, then gingerly added a second finger to join the first inside Nettie’s vagina.

The teen girl seemed to like that a lot. Suddenly her hips were thrusting against Chloe’s hand, driving those fingers even deeper.

“Yeah! Harder!” Nettie demanded.

Chloe had been moving somewhat cautiously, afraid she might maybe hurt Nettie if she went in too hard —but evidently, that wasn’t a concern. On the contrary, the more vigorous she was, the more the teenager seemed to like it, letting out deep groans of pleasure on each thrust. Nettie was arching her body up from the bed, bucking and pushing herself against Chloe urgently. It was an intensely erotic display.

Nettie seemed to be very close to a big orgasm, and Chloe thought she knew just the way to drive her over the edge. She licked the fingertips of her free hand, then reached out and pressed them to the other girl’s engorged nub.

The response was immediate. Nettie’s body began to shudder violently. “Ah, yes! Fuck me, baby!” she shouted.

Chloe’s brow furrowed in concentration as she made circular motions over her partner’s button, her fingers still pistoning in and out of the older girl’s hungry sex, striving to give her as much pleasure as possible.

It only took a few seconds before Nettie tensed up all over, then froze, letting out her ecstasy in a hoarse scream. Her body bridged above the bed for a long moment, until she finally crumpled like a broken puppet.

Chloe gently extracted her fingers from Nettie’s pulsing sex, and watched over the girl’s supine form. Nettie was a twitching, disheveled, sweaty mess. She was beautiful. Smiling, Chloe lay down next to her.

“Oh, God… damn…” Nettie mumbled.

“Good one?” Chloe asked knowingly.

“Mmm-hmm. You did really well, kid. Fast learner for sure,” Nettie praised her, eyes still closed. An instant later, she grimaced. “Ugh, I probably shouldn’t call someone I just had sex with a ‘kid,’” she added.

Chloe giggled, then fell silent, watching the girl catch her breath.

Finally, Nettie opened her eyes and glanced at Chloe. The lust had dissipated from her gaze, replaced by a hint of worry.

“Hey, um, you… you’re okay with all this, right?” she asked hesitantly. “I guess I can get kinda… overeager, when I’m horny.”

“I’m just fine,” Chloe reassured her with a smile. “It was amazing!”

Nettie smiled back, relieved. “Oh, great then. Glad to hear that.”

“Kinda been thinking about that for a while,” Chloe continued sheepishly.

“Oh, yeah? Since you saw me with Trish?”

Chloe nodded shyly.

The teenager grinned. “What, is that what got you into girls?”

Chloe giggled and shook her head. “I kinda knew I liked girls before but… that sure gave me some, um, new ideas.”

Nettie laughed. “I bet. Ideas to explore in our bathroom, you mean,” she said with a wink.

“Yeah… and a lot of other times since,” Chloe quickly admitted, before she thought better of it.

“Wow, really. You’re a lot wilder than you look,” Nettie said, chuckling. “Well, happy to be of service in your masturbation fantasies,” she added, bowing her head and making Chloe snort in laughter. “Kinda wish I’d noticed sooner, I guess.”

“It’s okay.” Chloe was just overjoyed to have been able to share this experience with Nettie. A thought crossed her mind then, and she frowned a little. “Um, is Trish… your girlfriend?” she asked.

Nettie sighed, pursing her lips. “No. Trish decided she likes guys better now,” she explained, a bitter edge to her voice.

“Oh,” Chloe said. She couldn’t believe anything could be better than sex with Nettie, though it was a relief that she wasn’t intruding on some other relationship.

“What about you? Do you like boys?” Nettie asked.

Chloe shook her head. “Not really,” she said. She’d never understood what the big deal with boys was supposed to be.

“Good girl,” the teenager approved, and gave her a quick kiss.

Chloe grinned back. “So… are we gonna be doing this again?” she asked, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Up to you, but I hope so.” Nettie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Then I think maybe we will,” Chloe replied with a knowing nod.

“Hey, um, you can’t tell anyone about this, though, okay?” Nettie said, suddenly serious. “Even Alex. Well, especially Alex. I could, uh, get in some deep shit.”

“I promise,” Chloe said solemnly. The last thing she wanted was to get Nettie in trouble for giving her so much pleasure.

“Good. I think you and me will get along very well, then.” That sexy smirk was back on Nettie’s lips, full of erotic possibilities. Chloe couldn’t wait to explore them all.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Purple Les

It was just like any night Aunt Billie came to visit me and Mom. Except it wouldn’t be. I would have sex with my Mom and my Aunt, my Mom’s sister in-law. I had let my Aunt in. After Aunt Billie hugged and kissed me, I took her coat and hung it up in the closet.

I watched TV while Mom and Aunt Billie chatted in the kitchen. Mom made a tray of cheese and crackers and whatever while Aunt Billie got out wine glasses and opened up a bottle of wine. Then sometime while they chatted and drank and munched I came into the kitchen to hangout because the TV had got boring, just like I always do.

This time though, before I turned off the TV and came in the kitchen, I left the TV on and stood near the kitchen to eavesdrop on them. I had noticed that when they lowered their voices, their conversation was more interesting.

“So come on, Carol, how long have you been licking that five year old pussy?”

“About four months ago, give or take.”

“Tell me everything, please.”

“Okay. You see, Grace was over while the girls were in school. We were having our weekly sex matinee like we do most Wednesdays.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know all that Carol. I’ve been with you too a few times. Either Lucy is home, or taking a nap here while the sex goes on. Now tell me about Lucy and you and Grace.”

“Well, like I was trying to tell you Billie, Grace was over and we were horny, as always.”

“Ha, you know after I have sex with Grace, I’m horny again an hour later.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Billie. Do you want to hear this or not?”

“Sorry, you know I do, go on.”

“So I suggested she put Lucy down for a nap. Well Grace told me that Lucy had told her she had started doing things with Mary. Sex things. Not only did Grace get all the details from Lucy, Grace started playing with Lucy. Sex play. So in a nutshell Billie, Mary and Lucy were figuring out how to have sex fun with each other. Lucy told Grace, and Grace swore Lucy to secrecy. Then besides Grace getting to hear about what the sisters were doing from Lucy, Grace also had sex with Lucy. After Grace told me all this, she suggested we let Lucy join us.”

“Shut the front door, Carol!”

“That was my reaction. I mean it’s one thing for you, me and, Grace to talk about girls while we fuck around, and watch those DVDs you bring, but to have Grace actually offer to let her baby daughter have sex with us, I couldn’t believe it.”

“Did you tell her about Sammie, and Penny, and us?”

“No. I just figured not to get things too involved. I mean, Grace wasn’t doing anything with Mary, I wasn’t doing anything with Katy. I thought it might be best not to tell her about Sue, Penny, Sammie, and you and me right off, you know.”

“Yeah sure, I get it. Now back to your story.”

“Well Grace says to Lucy, ‘You want to watch Mommy and Aunt Carol have some fun?’ I tell you Billie, unlike you, for kids I’ve only ever been with Penny and Sammie, but Lucy is the most eager, horny little girl ever. Why before we even had our clothes off…”

It got quiet. I took a chance and peeked in to the kitchen, and Aunt Billie had started to kiss Mom. They were breaking the kiss, and I moved back again so I wouldn’t be seen.

“Please, Carol, I’m so horny, get her to bed soon, please.”

“Okay, my horny little sister-in-law. Don’t worry, all in good time.”

I turned the TV off so they would know I was going to come in the kitchen.

“Hi, angel,” Mom said, “Going to hang with us old folks?”

I told them there was nothing on TV and I was bored. Then I started to eat some of their snacks.

“Hey! I almost forgot, I have some scratch off lottery tickets.” said Aunt Billie. “Katy come sit on my lap while I scratch mine, you always bring me luck.”

It was funny how Mom and Aunt Billie played the scratch tickets. They made it sound so exciting. Like hey I have two $5,000 and two $1.00 and I still have another scratch, and usually it would be a loser but sometimes they won a dollar and got all excited.

My robe was open and I sat on Aunt Billie’s lap like always. My legs on either side of her legs and her hand on her lap near my pussy while she scratched her tickets. I loved the way it felt, her hand on her lap so close to my pussy. Sometimes like tonight her hand holding the ticket was right against my pussy. Just my pajama bottoms separating her hand and my pussy. Tonight not even that much. My fly on the pajamas was open. I could feel her knuckles on my bare skin down there. She pretended she didn’t notice, but I could tell she did. She took a very long time scratching. The way it shook my legs a little while she used a coin to scratch at the ticket sent another tingle down my back, through my butt and into my pussy.

Aunt Billie’s first ticket was a loser. The second one was a winner, she won $5.00 and was all excited. She kissed the top of my head and said,”Yes! My good luck girl.” My insides felt sort of all melted just from that little kiss. I was afraid I might just have a come without even doing anything.

Mom said, “Hey Katy! How’d you like a fire in the wood stove tonight?” We have a wood stove in the living room but mostly just use it in the fall or spring when it’s too warm for the furnace but still damp in the house. I love to see the flames thru the slats in the stove door, and it gets downright hot in the living room.

“I’d love that!”

“Okay, angel, go get it ready and we’ll be right in.” Then as I left I heard Mom say to Aunt Billie, “The fire always makes her sleepy.” I heard Aunt Billie give a dirty sort of laugh.

I headed down to the basement for the wood. In the summer I love the basement, there is a part that has wood paneling and a tile floor and an old couch. It’s the best room ever on a hot summer day. In the winter though, like tonight, I hated to go down there. The wood was on the other side of the basement, by the furnace and hot water tank past the clothes washer. It gives me the willies to be down over there. I put a block of the fire starter in my robe pocket. I didn’t turn a light on over there cause after I’d picked up wood I wouldn’t be able to turn it out. There was just the stairway light on. As I picked up small and big pieces of wood, I swore I saw shadows moving. It may have been a ghost or a vampire. Yeah. I know. Not real things, maybe, but I got back up stairs as fast as I could and dumped the wood by the stove.

I put in some newspaper, then some small wood and the fire starter. I put some big pieces of wood on top and waited for Aunt Billie and Mom to come in.

“It’s ready to go!” I yelled out and Mom said she would be right there to light it. I love when Mom lights the wood stove up. We knelt together in front of it while the flames got burning hot and bright. Mom kissed my head and closed the door. The door has slats you can adjust, and you could see the fire inside. Mom put on the Christmas lights and turned the lamp off. The glow from the fire and the Christmas lights made the room soft and beautiful.

Aunt Billie came in carrying a glass of wine in each hand for her and Mom. Mom sat by Aunt Billie on the couch, and I sat in the easy chair. They clinked their wine glasses and said ‘cheers’ and had a sip. I let out a big yawn, and not on purpose either.

I just looked at the fire and listened to the grownups chat. They were pretty boring, and I yawned again.

“Golly! It’s hot in here now.” I stood up and took my robe off, then curled back up in the chair.

“‘Golly’!? I had no idea anyone said that for real,” said Aunt Billie more to my Mom than me.

“Oh yeah, Billie. I thinks it’s all the old western shows she watches on TV.”

“You like that old stuff, Katy?” Aunt Billie said to me.

“Yeah I do. I love the horses.” I said.

Then Mom said, “Angel, go in the kitchen please and get the wine bottle for us.”

“Okay Mom,” I said, and as I went toward the kitchen, my pajama bottoms started to come down with each step I took, and by the third step I had to pull them up again before they fell down all the way. I noticed that Mom and Aunt Billie noticed that too.

I carried the bottle with both hands when I came back. Just as I got to the couch my bottoms fell down to my ankles. They couldn’t see nothing ’cause the pajama top came down to the middle of my thighs. We all laughed and I turned around to pull them up and I made sure they got a peak at my butt a little bit.

I sat back on the easy chair and Mom said, “Wow, it is hot in here!”

Aunt Billie said, “Well you have that heavy sweater on, take it off.”

Me and Mom looked at each other and Mom said,”Um, yeah okay.” Well you should have seen Aunt Billie’s face when Mom took it off. You know Mom didn’t have nothing on under it, and there were Mom’s boobs for both of us to see.

Aunt Billie was like all freaked out, sort of. Mom just laughed and I pretended to be surprised. I don’t think Billie knew what to make of it and said, “Okay… you going topless then?”

Mom laughed again and said, “Sure why not? It’s just us girls. You don’t mind do you, Katy?” I pretended I was real surprised that Mom was sitting there half naked, and I said I didn’t mind at all, and then I added they could both go around bare naked for all I cared.

“Well I like that idea just fine,” Mom said, and then she stood up and pulled her jeans down. She sat back down on the couch to pull them all the way off and that left her bare naked. Then she went back to her wine like it was the most normal thing in the world to sit there nude in front of Aunt Billie and me.

I couldn’t help but laugh because of the look on Aunt Billie’s face. “Seriously Carol?” Aunt Billie said.

“Oh don’t be so uptight Billie. We’re all family here. Just us girls. You’ve seen me naked plenty. You don’t mind seeing me naked, do you, Katy?”

“No, I don’t mind at all. Um, you look nice naked.”

“There, you see Billie. Katy doesn’t mind seeing me naked.”

Then they sat there sipping their wine, with Aunt Billie looking back and forth at me and Mom.

“Can I ask you guys something?” I said.

“Sure, angel, what is it?” Mom said.

“Do you guys French kiss each other?”

Now Aunt Billie looked really surprised, and she was really quiet. Mom said, “What do you know about French kissing?”

“Well, Sammie taught me how. It’s real cool, and I did it with Mary too.”

Aunt Billie just sat there, her eyes wide. Mom said, “Well, when did all this happen?”

“The day you guys went out with Aunt Sue, Sammie showed me how. I did it with Mary on New Years Eve, and the day after. You’re not mad, are you?”

“No of course not, angel. What makes you think Aunt Billie and I French kiss.”

“Well you guys sleep together, and I thought maybe you… um, I don’t know, maybe you kissed, that’s all. I mean kissing is fun. I just wondered if you two did it.”

“Come over here, angel, and show me how you French kiss your friend Mary.”

Aunt Billie looked, well, she looked horny to me. I got up and started to walk towards Mom. My pajama bottoms fell down on the way and I just stepped out of them. No one was laughing though. I stepped between Mom’s spread legs. She put her hands on my shoulders and we kissed. Our tongues were going back and forth in each other’s mouth.

I could hear Aunt Billie breathing hard. Mom broke the kiss and said, “Well you do that very well. Yes. In answer to your question before, yes, me and Aunt Billie love to French kiss. Would you like to see?”

“I’d like that a real lot, Mom.”

I stepped back a little, and Mom took Aunt Billie’s glass and set it down on the coffee table. Then she leaned over and started kissing Aunt Billie. Aunt Billie was feeling Mom’s boobies all up. They kissed a long time. Aunt Billie was looking at Mom like I look at Mom and Sammie and Mary. Looking like she loved her more than anything. Mom was kissing all around Aunt Billie’s face, and then Mom said, “Come here, Katy. I think Aunt Billie would like to see you naked, too. Would that be okay, angel? Can I get you naked for us to look at?”

“Yeah. Okay, um, cool,” was all I could say. I stepped back over to Mom. She kissed me again.

“First though angel, give your Aunt Billie a kiss, like you kissed me.” I moved over to my aunt. She leaned forward and we kissed. First kind of shy, our lips brushing, and sort of sizing up each other’s mouths. Then we were kissing with our tongues. We sort of stopped at the same time. It was a real nice kiss. I looked down and I could see that her jeans had a kind of wet spot in the crotch. Mom pulled me back in front of her and started to unbutton my pajama top.

She had the top buttons undone and opened it some so they could both see my little hard nipples. “Feel them.” Mom said looking at Aunt Billie. They both put a finger on a tit and felt them so softly I had a shiver go up my back. Aunt Billie was real close to Mom. She was feeling one of Mom’s tits and one of mine.

Mom undid one more button, and she left the bottom button fastened. Then Mom pushed my top off my shoulders and pulled the sleeves a little and my top fell down my back and hips and down my legs. I was bare naked in front of my Aunt Billie and my Mom. Aunt Billie was sitting back now and looking at me up and down.

I walked back over to the easy chair. I sat down with one foot on the floor and my other leg draped over the arm of the chair. “Mom, I’m really horny. Would it be okay to just play with myself right here?”

“Sure, angel. Go right ahead.”

“Mom? Shouldn’t Aunt Billie be naked too?” I asked as I started to move my finger up and down my little bare pussy. Aunt Billie was just staring at me, with her mouth open.

“Yes, angel, she should be.”

I played with myself while I watched Mom kiss and start to undress my Aunt. I put my middle finger in my pussy up to the first knuckle. I was pretty gooey already. Mom and Aunt Billie were standing up now. Aunt Billie was just in her panties now. Mom was sort of next to her but behind her. She was kissing my Aunt, and had her hand down the front of my Aunt’s panties, rubbing around under them. Even though I had just done so much sex stuff with Mom that afternoon, I was all super horny again.

They were both beautiful, but I guess you would say apples and oranges. Their bodies were nice but different. Mom’s body looked more like, well like Sophia Loren when she was young. I guess you wouldn’t know who that is unless you see all those old movies on TV like I do. Aunt Billie’s body reminded me more of Emma Watson if she were a little older. Then Mom pulled down Aunt Billie’s panties.

Aunt Billie’s pussy was as bare as mine. Not a hair on it that I could see. It was as bare as Mary’s or Lucy’s little pussies. But it sure didn’t look like our kid pussies. It looked sort of between Mom’s and Sammie’s pussies. Aunt Billie’s pussy had bigger pussy lips than Sammie’s pussy, but not as big as Moms. I guess maybe ’cause Aunt Billie never had a baby come out of her pussy like I had come out of my Mom’s.

They were sitting on the couch again. They had their legs spread and a leg over each other, and they were rubbing each other’s pussy. They were both watching me masturbate. I couldn’t stop looking at Aunt Billie’s pussy.

I got on the floor and went over to the couch on my hands and knees like a cat or dog would walk. I sat in front of Aunt Billie with my behind resting on the heels of my feet. I put my hands on Aunt Billie’s knees, and moved her one leg further over. I was watching Mom’s fingers move all over my Aunt’s pussy, and then I said, “Aunt Billie, please let me lick your pussy. Please, may I?”

I don’t think I really waited to hear an answer. The next thing I knew I was just putting my face closer to her pussy. Then I was licking it like crazy. I put a couple fingers inside her too while I licked her pussy lips, and then I started doing the ABC’s on her clit, except I just spelled A-U-N-T-B-I-L-L-I-E over and over with my tongue on her clit. I ended up just sort of sucking her clit. I couldn’t hear what she was saying ’cause her thighs were pressed against my ears. She pushed my head away after awhile and I lay on the floor looking up at her and Mom. Mostly, though, I couldn’t tear my eyes from Aunt Billie’s pussy.

I don’t remember a lot. I remember Mom had got my sleeping bag from my room and opened it all up and spread it on the floor. We were all on it. I remember I had my hands and mouth all over both grownups. I remember they were both all over me. I had more than one come, a lot more. I remembered all of us just laying there saying dirty things and laughing and touching. Mom told Aunt Billie all about what had happened with me and her that afternoon. It seemed so long ago. It was just hours ago, though.

I guess what I remember best was them kissing me back and forth while the other licked my pussy. It ended up with Aunt Billie making me come while Mom kissed me. They lay together kissing and pulling each other’s tits, while I went back and forth on their pussies. They were saying really dirty stuff like, ‘Make your Aunt come on your face.’ and, ‘Mommy’s gonna come so hard, my little fuck angel.’ After I’d licked them both back and forth a long time, I got up on my knees. In each of their pussies I put three fingers. I rubbed their clits with my thumb. I finger fucked them with my middle three, and my pinkie finger poked each of their assholes. They told me to say something real dirty. Okay, if you really want to know they had me say real loud, ‘Come on me, you fucking girl whore bitches!’ There was more that I couldn’t remember how to say, but it didn’t matter ’cause they came real hard together right then.

We all went at various times to go freshen up in the bathroom.

Later, we sat naked in the kitchen, eating and drinking. We were back out in the living room after. All of us were saying we’d had enough sex. Then Mom opened the wood stove and stirred the embers and put in another log. We just lay on the sleeping bag on the floor. It was hot again. I was glad we were all still naked. Aunt Billie turned on our DVD player and put in a disc.

The first thing on it was about a dozen girls from like 7 to 17 years old. I guessed it was a beauty contest sort of thing. First they came out one by one in dresses. Then they came out in swimsuits. I figured they would announce the winner after that. But then they came out one by one bare naked. I couldn’t believe it. I had looked for naked girls on the internet sometimes but there was nothing. Now we were watching girls stand around naked with each other. Then they showed the people who were watching, and everyone was naked. I loved seeing all the girls naked, my favorite one didn’t win the contest, though.

The next thing on the disc was something old. There wasn’t any sound. It reminded me of the ‘Brady Bunch’. I mean the clothes and hair did. It was a girl about my age. She was on a bed reading, and this young woman comes in, maybe her Mom or big sister. They hug and kiss and then the woman looks at the girl’s magazine. I guess it’s dirty. They lay on the bed together looking at it and they get horny, and then they get naked and have sex. Then a much older woman comes in the room. She seems mad and she makes them go in the living room bare naked. Then she gets naked too and they all have sex.

The next thing I knew, even though we all had sort of tired pussies, we were all making love again. After that, Mom covered me up in the sleeping bag and gave me a pillow off the couch, and I fell asleep watching the fire.

In the morning I woke up without my eyes opening. I could tell it was light out. I could smell coffee. I stretched and turned onto my back. I let out a really loud fart. I heard laughing. I opened my eyes and saw Mom and Aunt Billie on the couch. They were laughing at my fart. “Such a little lady, just like her mother,” laughed Aunt Billie.

“Hi, angel.” said Mom. I lay there looking at them. They were both drinking coffee. They were both in their robes, and their hair was wet. They both smelled nice. They were fresh from the shower. From where I was laying I tried to pull their robes open to see their pussies. They laughed.

“Katy, go get cleaned up. Take a shower, and then I’ll make breakfast for all of us,” instructed Mom. I got up out of the sleeping bag. I stood bare naked in front of my mom and aunt and stretched some more. I liked them seeing me naked. Then I noticed how funky I was. I had women cum all over me. I had to go pee bad, too. I headed for the bathroom and someone smacked my butt when I went by the couch.

I made sure the bathroom door was locked. I didn’t feel like my mom doing some pee game again. As I sat and peed, I started to poop too. While I sat there, I noticed the pinch mark on my arm I’d given myself was fading. I wiped my butt and flushed the toilet. In the shower I washed myself real good and washed my hair too. While I dried off, I thought about all that had happened to me in just a few days.

Sex with my sixteen-year-old cousin Sammie. Seeing Sammie have sex with my Mom. Finding out that the girls and women in my family like to have sex with each other. Then me having sex with my best friend Mary, and then with her little sister too.

And just yesterday I had sex with my Mom. Then with my mom and aunt. I overheard how Mom had sex with Mrs. Tran, Mary’s Mom. Now I knew all about my Mom and Mrs. Tran and her five year old daughter having sex together. I liked all that. I wanted to be in on it. I wanted Mary to be in on it, too.

I walked back out to the living room bare naked. I bent over at the waist to pick my robe up. I made sure the grownups got a good long look at my bare ass and my pussy.

Mom went to start breakfast, and I snuggled against Aunt Billie on the couch.

We had breakfast at the kitchen table. After I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, we all went back in the living room. Aunt Billie said,”This is for you, Carol” and she handed Mom the laptop computer she always carried. “Welcome to the twenty-first century. I got myself a new tablet for Christmas. I want you to have my old laptop. I’ll hook up a WiFi for you as soon as I finish this coffee.”

Mom was all like, you didn’t need to do that and so on. I said,”Does this thing play thumb drives?”

“Sure Katy, it does everything. I’ll show you and your Mom how to work it after I set up the WiFi.”

I thought to myself I’d have to start working on the Chinese puzzle box I was holding onto for Mary.

It was a nice day just hanging out with Mom and Aunt Billie, and it flew by. Aunt Billie set up the WiFi without too much swearing. She showed us how to work the laptop, and as evening came, I asked if we could watch the DVD again and have more sex. Aunt Billie laughed and said that would be great, but she had to head home soon. Mom brushed my hair off my face with her fingers and said, “You have school tomorrow, angel, and me and Aunt Billie have to go back to work.”

I felt like crying. The holidays were over. That night while I lay in bed with my sock monkey Ingrid, I tried to open the puzzle box. Mom came up to tuck me in. She sat on the edge of the bed and asked if I was okay with everything that had happened. “Best Christmas holiday ever!” I told her. I had a few questions about sex stuff, and she answered them.

“Mom? Do you know how to open this?” She kissed my head.

“It has sliding panels on it. You have to find the first panel and slide it open. Then there are more to find. You have to find the right order to slide them in. Then the box will open.”

She took the box from me and put it on the headboard shelf. She tucked me and Ingrid in tight, kissed me, and said, “Sweet dreams, angel.” She turned off the lamp and went downstairs. I didn’t even think about school the next day. I just fell fast asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Amanda Lynn

“So, did you hook up with Marie?” Lisa asked, thumbing the pause button on the recorder.

Cheryl shot her a dirty look, then scribbled a few notes on a pad she had taken out of her shoulder bag while Amanda was telling her story.

“What?” said Lisa, holding her hands out palms up and shrugging her shoulders. “Curious minds and all that.”

“Patience. All will be revealed,” Amanda giggled, then took a drink of her coffee. Finding it was cold, she waved to the server, indicating she needed a refill.

After the server had refilled their cups and walked away, Cheryl said, “Ready to continue?” Then she added with a smirk and a nod toward Lisa, “Unless nosy here has more questions, that is.”

Releasing the pause button, Lisa jabbed Cheryl in the ribs. Amanda smiled and proceeded with her story.

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The hotel dining room was spacious and elegant. Another beautifully decorated Christmas tree stood just inside the entrance. A small island bar area divided the room in half, separating the numerous round, well-set, tables of the formal dining area from the family friendly daily-use side, which itself was designed to look regal.

As I was completing my brief glance around the room, an attractive young woman approached. “Hello,” she said, with a pretty smile. “Just yourself this evening?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She nodded and led me to a table for two that was along an inside wall with a view of the lobby, then handed me a menu as I sat down. “Can I get you a drink?”

“A glass of Pinot Noir, please, Sasha,” I said, having noticed her name tag.

“Certainly.” She smiled again, her gaze lingering on mine, then walked off. I followed her with my eyes, appreciating the wiggle of her ass.

In the mood for a steak, I searched the menu until I found their various selections of meat.

Sasha returned a minute later. She set the glass of wine on the table. “Here you are. Have you decided what you would like to have? Or do you need some more time?”

“Yes. I will have the Filet Mignon, medium well. Baked potato and steamed asparagus, please.”

I closed the menu and handed it to her. When she took it from me, her fingers brushed mine. I saw the color rising in her cheeks as our eyes met.

“Excellent.” She turned and started off.

“Thank you, Sasha,” I said, after she’d taken a couple of steps. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled sweetly. Too bad she wasn’t on the menu, I thought to myself.

As I waited, I idly watched other patrons coming in from the lobby for dinner, then picked up the dessert menu and flipped through it while sipping my wine.

It wasn’t long before Sasha delivered the food, along with condiments. When everything was in place, I thanked her. Instead of walking away, she paused and asked, “Are you a guest of the hotel?”

“Yes,” I told her. “I’ll be here until Saturday.”

“Oh good. Uh, I mean, umm, that’s… nice,” the young woman stammered, her face turning red again. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” She averted her eyes then left the table.

I chuckled and picked up my knife and fork. As I enjoyed the steak, which was excellent, I watched her scurry around the dining room, admiring her form as she served other guests. More than once, she caught me looking at her. I was rewarded each time with a lovely smile.

Sasha visited my table on several occasions, making sure I was satisfied with the meal and that I had everything I needed. I assured her I did. When I was done, she cleared the dishes and offered me dessert.

“How about you?” I leered.

Sasha blushed again, even more deeply. She didn’t respond right away, evidently lost for words.

“No? Too bad,” I said. “Guess I’ll have to settle for the apple crisp and a cup of coffee then.”

“Ok—” She tried to speak, but her voice caught. She cleared her throat and spoke again. “Okay, um, right away.”

Sure enough, she was back with my coffee and dessert in short order. She placed them on the table along with a black leather folder that held my check.

When I finished eating, I sat back and opened the folder. The check was face down, and I saw that Sasha had written ‘Thank you’ on the back in very elegant handwriting, signing her name with a cute smiley face.

I turned the bill over and completed the total at the bottom, giving her a generous tip. There was also a business card from the hotel inside the folder. I picked it up to look at it, smiling at what I found when I turned the card over. On the back, Sasha had left her name and phone number. I closed the folder, slipping the card into my pocket, and finished my coffee.

On my way out, I handed the folder to Sasha. “Charge this to my room please,” I said.

She took it and smiled. “Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes, very much. And thank you for this,” I said, holding up the business card.

“You’re welcome.” She blushed yet again, looking down briefly then back up.

I left the restaurant and returned to my room. I stripped down to just my underwear, bra and panties, then pulled on my favorite silk robe, tightening the sash. The robe fell to a couple of inches above my knees, and I loved the feel of the material against my skin. I went to the wardrobe and gave my uniform a once over, ensuring it was ready for the morning.

It was still early, so I decided to order some wine and watch a movie. I called room service and requested a bottle of William Fèvre Chablis Beauroy. Then I sat down in one of the comfy armchairs and turned on the TV.

I was still channel surfing when I heard a knock at the door. After muting the TV, I got up and headed for the door, tossing the remote on the bed. I opened the door.

Standing before me was the most beautiful girl I had seen in a long time. She was petite, no more than 5 foot 3. Her glossy deep brown hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. She had olive skin and a narrow face, her cheekbones highlighted by just the right amount of blush. Her lips were temptingly full, colored a light pink. Her large dark eyes were utterly captivating. I couldn’t help but stare into them.

The girl was in her early twenties, I guessed, knowing she had to be at least nineteen to serve alcohol. This alluring little thing, it occurred to me, was young enough to be my daughter if I had one. That thought sent a thrill of excitement through me. A lot of my hottest erotic fantasies are of sexual relations between mother and daughter.

“Shall I bring it in?” she asked in a silky voice, bringing me out of my trance.

“Uh… yes, of course. On the table, please,” I said.

What was wrong with me? I was mesmerized by this creature. I had seduced plenty of women over the years. Now I felt like I was thirteen again and about to kiss a girl for the first time.

I moved out of the way and she smiled pleasantly as she carried in the tray with a silver bucket holding the bottle of wine embedded in crushed ice. There were two long stem glasses on the tray. The young brunette was dressed in the standard hotel uniform consisting of black slacks, a white button-down shirt with a black tie, and a maroon vest. The hotel logo was embroidered on one side of the vest, and a gold name tag with black lettering was on the other.

I followed her to the table, watching her cute round ass wiggle as she walked. She set the tray down and handed me the bill folder while looking up at my face, smiling prettily.

“I hear this is an excellent wine,” she said. Her voice was soft. I took the folder and completed the bottom section.

I looked at her, and wondered if perhaps she was hinting at something. “Would you like to share a glass with me?” I asked, just as softly.

“Oh, that’s sweet, but I’m still on duty.”

“How about this,” I started. I reached for my wallet and took four twenties from it. I folded the bills and approached her. I stood very close and had to look down to meet her gaze. Her eyes were wide, and I could see both a touch of fear and excitement in her expression. “After your shift is done, you can buy another bottle and bring it to my room for us to share,” I finished, using my best seductive voice. I pushed the money into a pocket on her vest as I read her name tag.

“If you don’t want to, Jeannie, that’s okay, and you will have made a nice tip,” I said smiling.

She held my gaze for a moment. We were close enough that I could hear her swallow and feel her warm breath on my chest. I took a slow step back and watched her look me up and down, from head to toe. The young woman diverted her gaze away from me and to the floor.

“I um, I don’t, um, I need to get back to work now,” she said as she headed for the door with a bit of urgency in her step. She glanced back at me. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Then she was out the door.

I sipped at the wine for the next couple of hours and watch a pay-per-view movie. Well, actually it was a porno — one in which a mother catches her teenage daughter eating her best friend’s pussy and then the mother has sex with the daughter’s friend while the daughter watches. Very hot. I’d noticed in the opening credits that the two actresses who played the mother and daughter had the same last name, Katz, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were actually related.

Once it was over, I turned off the TV. My fingers had been inside my panties, teasing my pussy all during the movie, and I was about to hop on the bed and finish pleasuring myself when I heard a soft knock on the door.

I jumped, and my heart started to pound. Could it be? I sure hoped it was. I got up from the chair, pulling my robe loosely around me as I made a dash for the door. I peeked through the peephole. I could have squealed like that thirteen-year-old I mentioned earlier. I tried to compose myself, then opened the door. Sweet little Jeannie stood there, still in her uniform and holding the bottle of wine.

“Is your offer still good?” she asked, her eyes shining and her smile bright. My god, she was beautiful.

“Yes, of course. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.” I said, with maybe a little too much enthusiasm.

She giggled, then made her way over to the table, where she took a corkscrew from her vest pocket and opened the bottle. The cork came out with a pop. Jeannie poured us each a glass of wine. She handed one to me and held hers up.

“Here’s to a pleasant evening,” the girl said, as our glasses clinked together.

“I’ll drink to that,” I replied, motioning for her to sit down.

She settled into an armchair, crossing her legs. “So, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“You’re right,” I chuckled. “I’m Amanda.”

I stepped in front of her, holding out my hand as I introduced myself.

She took my hand and gently squeezed, holding it for several seconds. She looked up at me, studying my features. My pulse was racing, and the soft touch of her dainty fingers only amplified my already heightened state of arousal.

“So, Amanda, what brings you to our nation’s capital?” she asked, then sipped her wine.

I sat in a chair near hers, and said, “A seminar and workshop for some new software the military is adopting. Quite boring, actually.”

“Oh, I see. Classified stuff?”

“Not at all. It’s a new administrative and payroll program. Supposed to make life easier. I’ll believe it when I see it, though,” I laughed, then asked, “What about you? Are you from Ottawa?”

“Born and raised. I recently earned my diploma in Hospitality and Tourism. I plan on going back to school with the goal of one day managing a large hotel like this one.”

As the young brunette spoke, she kept glancing down at my chest where my robe ‘accidentally’ had come open, revealing my bra. I watched her as she undid the tie around her neck, then opened the top two buttons of her shirt. She also unbuttoned her vest.

“That feels much better,” she said with a smile. “Do you mind if I take off my shoes? My feet are killing me.”

“Be my guest,” I nodded.

Now here was an opportunity if there ever was one. “In fact, here, let me help you relax,” I said. Before she had a chance to react, I stood and scooted my chair closer, directly facing hers, then sat back down.

“Give me your foot,” I instructed.

She just looked at me, hesitating, not quite sure what I was up to. “That’s not really necessary.”

“No, I insist. You’ll thank me, I promise.”

I smiled at the girl, holding my hands out. Her eyes never left mine as she raised one foot up. I gently took her foot in my hand and rested her heel on my knee. I unlaced the shoe and slid it off her foot, then placed my hands on her ankle and slowly slid them up to the top of her sock. I pushed two fingers from each hand into the sock and slowly moved it down and off her foot.

Jeannie watched me intently, not moving. She bit her lower lip, then took another, larger drink of wine.

Once that first sock was off, I placed her foot back on the floor and motioned for her to raise the other one. She brought it up, and I repeated the process. Jeannie squirmed a bit, and I heard her breathe a soft sigh. I took her bare foot in my hands, holding it with my fingers on the top of her foot and my thumbs resting on the sole.

“Are you ticklish?” I asked.

She shook her head as I began to rub her foot, moving my thumbs in circles, from her toes to her heel and back. I continued for a few moments, then switched my hands around, so my thumbs were on top and massaged some more. I put the heel of my palm on top of her toes and pushed them down so they would curl under. Jeannie let out a little grunt when a couple of her toes cracked.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes, that feels marvelous. Please don’t stop.”

I grinned at her. You’ll soon be begging me not to stop if I have my way, I thought to myself. I continued the massage up to her ankle where I rubbed it, flexed it, and rotated it. Once I was finished with that foot, I went back to the first foot and repeated the procedure.

By then, my panties were soaked. I was extremely turned on, partly from the sexy movie I’d watched earlier, but mostly from touching the soft, smooth skin of this beauty. I wondered if she was getting just as aroused too. She had already drunk two glasses of wine by this point, and I could hear her breathing harder. While I was massaging her ankle, I placed a finger on her lateral tarsal artery, just behind the ankle bone. Sure enough, her pulse was strong and rapid. The girl was definitely excited.

I put her foot on the floor and sat back. My robe had come open all the way, and I made no effort to close it. I saw Jeannie look down at my crotch and hold her gaze there for a few seconds. I spread my legs a bit wider. I was certain she could see the wet spot that had formed on my panties. My heart was pounding, and so was my clit.

I stood up, took a big swallow of my drink, then poured myself another glass and refilled hers. She looked up at me, and our eyes met. She grinned, saucily. I wasn’t really sure who was seducing who.

“How was that?” I asked.

“Mmm, wonderful…” She breathed a contented sigh. “Maybe you could do my shoulders as well?”

I moved behind her, gently placing my hands on her shoulders. Jeannie stiffened for just a second and then relaxed. A soft moan escaped from her lips as I squeezed and rubbed the soft fleshy area of her shoulders, just above her collarbone, while my thumbs kneaded the muscles of her back.

As I continued to rub the girl, I leaned in and slowly inhaled her aroma. There was a faint hint of lilac, most likely the lingering scent of shampoo she had used that morning. It didn’t really matter to me, as any fragrance from her would have been just as intoxicating as this was right now.

“Ooh, that feels so good, Amanda,” she cooed.

“Would you like a whole-body massage?”

Jeannie looked back over her shoulder at me. She didn’t speak, but nodded instead. I stepped in front of her and held out my hand. Jeannie took it, and I drew her to her feet.

“Strip down to your underwear,” I suggested, “and I’ll get some lotion.”

She hesitated, folding her arms across her chest and looking down.

“You don’t need to be shy,” I told her, as I shrugged my robe off, letting it fall to the floor. “We’ll be dressed the same.”

“But… I’m not wearing a bra,” the girl mumbled.

I grinned, then licked my lips and unhooked my bra from the front, dropping it on the floor beside my robe.

“Better?” I asked.

Jeannie’s eyes widened. Her gaze went from my tits up to my face then back down to my tits. She smiled, slowly raising a hand. “Wow, they’re beautiful. Can I…”

“Please,” I whispered.

She cupped one fleshy globe and squeezed it. A bolt of lightning shot through me. My pussy was on fire. She moved her hand up and played a finger over the hard nipple. Then she did the same with the other one. I moaned, and she pulled her hand away.

“Sorry,” she said, as if she had done something wrong.

“Don’t apologize, sweetie. That feels nice, very nice. Now, come on, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

While I helped take off her vest, I asked, “Is it all right if I undress you?”

Her face reddened. “I… I guess so. I’ve never had anyone else undress me before.”

“That’s a shame,” I said, as I began to unbutton her shirt.

When more of her body was exposed, I could see why Jeannie had no need for a bra. Her breasts were tiny but very cute. I tugged the shirt out of her slacks, and after all the buttons were undone, slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. As soon as she was free of the shirt, her hands went to her chest, covering herself.

I smiled and took her wrists, gently pushing her hands to her sides. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. Be proud of what you have.”

“But they’re so small,” she said ruefully, “like little girl boobs.”

There’s nothing wrong with little girl boobs, especially on little girls, I thought to myself, remembering all those summer nights as a preteen, playing naughty games with my cousin. Oh, how we loved exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths, touching and kissing our budding breasts and virgin pussies.

*********

“Wait — is that part true?” Lisa asked, pausing the recorder again.

“What part?” said Amanda.

“The part about, uh, about you and your little cousin. Is that true? How old were you then?”

“Lisa,” Cheryl admonished, “stop interrupting!”

“It’s all right,” Amanda chuckled. “I don’t mind. Yes, it’s true that I fooled around with my cousin, starting when I was twelve and she was eleven.”

“Wow, that’s nice,” Lisa grinned, arching her eyebrows.

“Of course, that’s another story altogether,” said Amanda, “which maybe we’ll get to someday. But don’t you want to finish this one first?”

“Yes, we do,” said Cheryl, giving her wife a playful frown. She pushed Lisa’s hand off the recorder and prepared to start it again. “Please go on.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Misty Meadow

Yes, darling, I’m here in my bedroom. Come on up; put your backpack in your room and take your shoes off. Leave your socks on and come in here. I want to talk to you.

How was school today? Good. Listen, I just got an email from your Aunt Jane. No, I’m sorry, hon, she isn’t coming to visit us; she’s very busy and can’t afford the airfare all the way from America. But she asked me to send her some pictures of you. How’s that sound? I thought we could take our time and shoot a whole lot of them, like a series… you know, the ones where you’re lifting your dress, letting us see underneath.

…Yes, hon, just like that — but don’t raise your skirt just yet. We all know what you look like with it lifted up under your chin and, yes, it is exciting… but I was thinking of something much more ambitious, starting with you fully dressed in your school uniform.

Speaking of which, I’m gonna have to buy new uniforms for you next term. You’re growing fast and that skirt is dangerously short — not that I mind! As far as I’m concerned, the shorter the better, but the school’s already sent me a letter saying that it’s inappropriate and shouldn’t be more than than six inches above the knee.

Here, darling — bend down, turn your back to the mirror and look between your legs. See how your knickers are showing? No, don’t move, I wanna get a picture of that. There. Oh, that’s a sexy look, come and see. My sister will like that, but we can do lots more.

Hmm? Oh, I was thinking of having you doing a striptease for the camera — a couple of dozen pictures of my sexy little girl undressing down to her knickers, then you finally take them off to show yourself in all your naked glory.

No, my darling, you’re not just a skinny kid. I admit that you look a lot younger than eleven and your boobs haven’t started to grow just yet, but to me you’re petite and slender and look deliciously innocent… even though we both know that you aren’t innocent in the least, are you?

Anyhow, you shouldn’t worry about being thin. I bet that when you do grow up, you’ll have one of those supermodel figures and be able to eat anything without putting on an ounce. You don’t need big drooping tits to be sexy. Sexiness is mostly attitude, darling. That’s the truth of it.

D’you know what made you so exciting in those pictures we took last month — the ones with you spread out on the kitchen table? It was the way you were displaying yourself so openly, with that inviting smile I love so much. It was as though you were saying, ‘Look at me, I’m sexy.’ And you were, too!

Anyway, I think Aunt Jane would really enjoy a few naughty snaps of you. My sister loves the sight of little girls with no clothes on, just as much as I do.

Wait, you already knew that? Oh, really — and how did you find that out, little lady? Did Jane sneak a peek at you the last time she visited? Hold on, don’t tell me, I’ll bet I know. She came into the bathroom while you were in the tub, didn’t she? Well, you see, that’s what she used to do to me when we were young. It bothered me at first, but then I began to like letting my big sister see me naked.

Did she take a picture of you in the bath? You never told me about that! Oh, of course I wouldn’t have been angry, darling. You know I like to show you off to my lesbian friends. Jane’s gay herself, after all… oh, you knew that too? Not much gets past you, does it? Little minx. Give Mommy a kiss.

Oooohh, baby girl, I love your kisses. Your mouth is so soft and sweet.

Yes, we’ll kiss some more, but first I want you to take a shower, darling, then dress in clean knickers and a blouse and clean socks. Put the same skirt back on, though.

Want Mommy to shower with you? In that case, let me get out of this dress. There. You like my knickers? Think they’re sexy? Yes, darling, I’ll buy you some naughty lingerie, but for the moment, you look perfectly adorable in your white cotton ones, like all the other little girls wear. There’s nothing lovelier than a pretty little girl, you know.

No, don’t take your knickers off yet, I’ve something special in mind. Let’s go into the bathroom.

Do you need to pee? Perfect, I was hoping you did. Here’s what I want you to do. No, not in the toilet, in the shower — and don’t take your knickers off. Yes, pee right through them, like that time last summer when we were walking across that meadow where the cows were, and you just lifted up your dress and peed right through your knickers. You looked so fucking sexy! You did, darling, honestly. Shit, I left the camera in the bedroom. Be right back.

There we are. Okay, into the shower with you. No, no, don’t undress, just take your socks off and step into the stall and hold the front of your skirt up like you did before. I’m gonna crouch down, so I can get a shot of you from a low angle. Ready to pee now? Okay, darling, just smile and let it go.

Ooh, perfect. I got half a dozen awesome shots of your pee streaming down between your thighs. Here, let me feel how wet you are between your legs. Squish, squish! Oh, I love the feel of wet knickers. Cotton is especially absorbent, so it holds a lot of pee, not like my nylon ones.

Now it’s all over my hand. Hmmm? No, it doesn’t smell bad. Actually, fresh pee smells very good… and it has a nice earthy flavor, too. Well, maybe not at first. I guess it’s what they call an acquired taste.

Okay, now you can get undressed. Just throw everything on the floor. Wait, leave your knickers on. We’ll start the shower, and you can rinse them while you’re still wearing them. Careful, not too hot. All right, now that they’re wet, pull the waist up at the front to… yes, a camel toe. Here, let me get a shot of that.

God, that’s such a naughty sight. I can see your tinkle through them! Well, what do you call it? Oh, my… Goodness, darling, where did you learn that word? Cunt. Did you pick that up at school? No, I don’t mind, in fact I like it when little girls use that kind of language. Okay, since you call it that, so will I.

Anyhow, like I was saying, your cunt is perfectly visible through the wet cotton. Lift one leg and put your foot on the edge of the tub, and I’ll take some more pics. Oh, very nice. That looks deliciously depraved!

What? “Depraved,” that’s what I said. It’s another way of calling something dirty. Not unclean dirty, sexy dirty.

Do you? Fair enough, then. I’ll pee through my knickers if you like. Move over. Actually, why don’t you take pictures of me while I do? Wait, darling — dry your hand before you touch the camera. There you go.

Ready? Oh, this is lovely, peeing through my knickers. Makes me feel like a naughty little girl again. Yes, I did pee my pants when I was a kid, anytime I could get away with it. I’d do it with my friends, out in the fields and woods where no one could see us. Oh, we pretended it was a joke, but I’m sure they were every bit as thrilled as I was. Now look, darling — my knickers are transparent like yours. You can see my cunt!

Here, give me your hand. Feel how wet I am? Hmm, I need a shave, don’t I? Here, I’ll take my knickers off and you can feel how stubbly I am. See, it feels rough, doesn’t it?

Will you shave me later, sweetheart? I like being shaved by you. Your touch is so gentle.

Come back into the shower with me, we’ll get clean together. You can soap my back and I’ll soap yours, we’ll take turns.

Oh, darling, you have such a lovely little body. I know I’m always saying it, but it’s true, especially your tight little bum. Let me lather it… now I’ll run my hand down between your cheeks to make sure you’re nice and clean. If you relax your bum hole, I’ll push my soapy finger in and you’ll be so clean that you’ll never get skid marks on your knickers. How does that feel? Oh, you like it, huh? Do it to me, push your finger all the way in and pump it in and out. Mmm, you’re making me tingle all over!

Now I’m gonna wash your front, your cute little titties. I know, they haven’t grown in yet, but let me show you something. I wanna tweak your nipples to see if they react. Ooh, look, they’re getting hard! Tiny, yes, but so incredibly sexy. Honestly, I think that a little girl’s nipples are more thrilling than a woman’s breasts could ever be.

Now I’ll do your tummy and yes, darling, your cunt. You don’t think I’d ever pass up a chance to touch my precious child there, do you? I’m gonna take my sweet time doing it, too. Doesn’t that feel lovely?

Why don’t you wash mine, too? See how many fingers you can get inside me. Yes, I’m wet and that’s not just water, by the way — your mommy is very excited, and it’s you that made me that way. Ooh, yes, three fingers; now try four, okay? Later, you can try to get your thumb in there too, but not just yet. Tell you what — we’ll save that for later, putting your whole hand inside Mommy’s vagina. No, no, it won’t hurt… but even if it does, it’ll be worth it. Sometimes things are good because they hurt a little bit, darling.

That was nice. Let’s get dry now. Here — you dry me, then I’ll dry you. Leave your knickers there on the shower floor, I’ll take care of them later. Yes, rub me with the towel all over, especially between my legs.

Goodness, you’ve never kissed my nipples before! That feels amazing. Bite it for me. Harder. Go on, you can bite harder than that! Ooooohh, yes! Mmmm, that’s nice. Now, do that to the other one. Ah! Okay, now suck on them, just like you did when you were a darling little baby. I love you so much, my sweet.

Now, I’ll dry you. Spread your legs and let me get… yes, just like that. Oh, my, if your Aunt Jane could see us now, she’d come in her knickers. She says they’re called panties in the States, but I prefer the word ‘knickers’, don’t you? Has a nice naughty ring to it.

Okay, bring the camera along. We’ll go into your bedroom and get you some clean knickers and stuff for you to pose in. You’ll only be in them for a minute, then I’ll have you strip again, all right?

Watching you dress is almost as exciting as when you undress, darling. Socks first — no, not the knee socks, the ankle socks. Now, while you get dressed, I’m gonna sit on the floor at the foot of the bed and take pictures. That’s nice, with your legs up like that.

Now put your blouse on and then your knickers. Yeah, pull them up to your knees and stand up. I wanna get a picture of with them at half mast. That looks so fucking sexy. Push your hips out for me, and spread the blouse wide open. Oh, perfect! Okay, pull ’em up now, button your blouse and put your skirt on. There you go.

Now, baby girl, it’s time for you to take everything off again. Wait, first let’s go into the living room and do the whole thing with the floor-to-ceiling curtains as the background. That dark blue will contrast nicely with your skin.

Sit on the chair and lift one leg at a time to take your socks off so I can get a good upskirt… nice. Now the other sock. Skirt next, I think… yeah, stand up and just let it fall. Kick it aside, then slowly unbutton your blouse. Let it fall from your shoulders.

Now for the most exciting bit… you know what I mean, sweetheart.

Slow down, slow down! It’s so much better if you take your time. Slide them down inch by inch, then I can get half a dozen good shots before we see your cunt. I want to build the tension. Keep smiling, darling — your smile is the most important thing. I know you love doing this, but your face has to show it. Now, pull your knickers down just one more inch and we can see… mmm, there it is, your sweet little cunt, like a sideways smile. Spread your feet some, so your knickers stretch from thigh to thigh. Jane is gonna love this! Okay, let them fall. That was awesome.

Sit down again, then put your heels on the edge of the chair and spread your… oh, you’re ahead of me. I’m gonna come in for a close up.

Now I have your cunt filling the whole screen! I could get a print of this and blow it up until it makes a huge picture, and hang it on the wall. That’d be awesome, wouldn’t it? Visitors would ask, ‘What’s that?’ and I’d tell ‘em, “Oh, it’s my daughter’s cunt. She’s let you see the real thing if you want.”

Oh, sweetheart, you look so lovely when you laugh!

Okay, push the chair aside and get down on all fours, facing away. Lower your upper body. Oh, my God, what a lovely sight — both your holes, your sweet little rosebud and your cunt, glistening with moisture. Keep still, I’m getting several shots from different angles.

Actually, hold that pose for a second, I’m just gonna put the camera down and… Mmwa! D’you like being kissed on the cunt? Want another? Okay… Mwwwwa! This is fun. Sure, you can kiss mine later, but now I want you lying on your back with your legs spread as wide as they’ll go. Hold your arms out, like you’re inviting a lover to come lie on top of you. Wow, that’s utterly fucking lewd. Now sit up and spread your cunt open with your fingers. Look down at it…. now look up and smile at the camera. Perfect!

Pictures of me? Sure, I don’t see why not. Yes, Jane will like them. So… I’ve never I told you that she and I used to fool around and do naughty things when we were your age, did I? Oh yes, we did indeed! First, Jane taught me how to masturbate, then she showed me how to kiss… and hers was the first cunt I ever licked.

I think we’d be better off in my bedroom, on my bed, if we’re going to take more pictures. C’mon, let’s go. Oh, you know what? We’ll use the camcorder on its tripod and make a video for Jane. Give me a moment to get it set up.

While I’m doing that, why don’t you get into a sexy pose? Here’s an idea — lie back on the bed, bring your knees up, let them fall outwards and press the soles of your feet together. Oh, sweetie, that looks perfectly pornographic.

Okay, I’ve got the camcorder on and recording. Hold that position for just a bit — I’ve got to get that on the video. There. Now Mommy’s going to play, too.

Want a back rub? Lie face down. What would you prefer… a massage, or soft caresses? Fine. Now relax, let me make you feel good, darling. I love doing this, running my fingertips up and down your body. Your skin is so perfect. Spread your legs a little, so that when I touch the insides of your thighs, my hand can stray between them and I can stroke your little rosebud with my finger.

Hmmm? Oh, I like having mine touched. Jane used to do that to me, you know. Even better, she liked to lick it, push her tongue up my bum as far as it could go. Really? Lick you there? No, I don’t mind, I was hoping you’d ask. Mmmmm…

…How was that? Lovely, wasn’t it? I know, it was ‘dirty’, but in a exciting way, like when we were peeing in the shower. ‘Intimate’ is a better word.

Would you like to lick my bum later, sweetheart? No problem, my pleasure.

Now roll over and I’ll do your front. My, my… I never get tired of looking at your naked body. Oh, look, your nipples are erect again! I think they need to be kissed. Mmmm, I think they like that.

Now, I’m gonna gently stroke your body, from your shoulders down to your knees… and you’ll forgive me if my fingers linger at your sweet, darling little cunt that I’m so in love with, right? Ah, well, I love it because it’s yours, sweetheart, and also because you like showing it off to me.

Do you, then? So who else do you allow to see your cunt? Your classmates? Teachers? What about the school nurse, when you fell and twisted your knee that time? Wait, wait — you’re telling me that she took off your knickers to examine your knee? That dirty old dyke! I supposed she touched you, too — how could she resist? No, it’s fine, sweetheart, you can let any girl touch you anywhere you like, but don’t ever let a boy anywhere near you. All they wanna do is fuck, then tell everyone about it. Girls are way more exciting, anyway. I’ve had both… and believe me, there’s no comparison.

Oh, you’re so wet… and you smell incredible! I love the scent of hot young cunt — God, how it turns me on.

Now I wanna do something that will make your Aunty Jane come in her knickers. I’ll kneel between your legs, lean in and kiss your gorgeous, sexy little cunt… but first, I need to move the camcorder to one side so my head doesn’t get in the way of the shot. There, that should do it.

Okay, ready? Just a little lick at first, a sweet tickle to get you started, though you seem to be well on the way already. Reach down and hold my hair to one side so the camera… that’s right. Mmmmmm, oh, you sweet, darling cunt, I love you so much. Mmmmm… oh, you’re trembling! Your face and chest are flushed. No, that’s fine, darling. It only makes you look more beautiful.

Now I want to do something that should have you climbing the walls. I’m gonna put two fingers deep inside you and touch your G spot. Try to relax for me, okay? Easy… easy… there, I think I hit it. Doesn’t that feel amazing?

Again? You love this, don’t you? All right, then.

Yeah, that’s it! Come for me, darling, come for your mum. Oh, look at your face, all twisted up in ecstasy! That’s going to look incredible on the video.

Wow, I sent you over the top and then some, didn’t I? Here, I’ll pull out and let you rest for a bit. Mmmm, now I get to lick my fingers and taste you on them. Delicious!

What’s that? Oh, sweetie. You don’t have to ask permission for that — you can do anything you like to me, anything at all. Go ahead, get down between my legs and lick my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers and tongue.

Goodness — you’re an eager one, aren’t you? I’ve had my pussy licked by lots of women, but I’ve never seen anyone want it as much as you do…

Oh, my darling little girl, that feels exquisite! You’re driving me crazy! Mmm, that’s it, suck on my clit. Oh yes, yes. Suck it in and out of your mouth, really fast!

Wait — don’t make me come just yet. I want you to go into me, sweetheart.

Hold on. Let Mommy catch her breath… okay. First, put your fingers in me — three to start with. Now twist them round, back and forth. Ooooohhh! My God, that feels lovely. All right, now put another finger in, make it four. There’s plenty of room. After all, that’s where you came from when you were a baby.

No, it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. In fact, You’ve got me so excited that my cunt has totally relaxed and yes, I’m dripping wet. That means I’m ready for more, for you to take me all the way. Okay, now fold your thumb into your palm and push your whole hand into me. Don’t be afraid, I can take it. Push harder! OHHHH! Oh, gracious, it’s gone right inside me. You did a good job, baby girl. A good job.

Make your hand into a fist now, and push it in further, until I tell you to stop. More… a little more, that’s it. Oh, my God. Oh. Look, darling, you’re inside my cunt halfway up your arm! Honestly, it really doesn’t hurt, though that beautiful hand of yours is making me shiver all over. Ohhhhh…

Now fuck me. Pump it in and out. Oh, sweet Jesus, this is indescribable! My own little girl is fucking her mommy’s cunt. Oooh, fuck me, fuck me! None of my other lovers can make me feel like you do!

Oh, yes. Ahhhh! Oh, my darling daughter, you’re making me come! I think — I think I’m g-gonna explode! Aaaagh! OHHHHH!

Stop, sweetie. That’s enough. Whooo! Jesus, that was awesome! I haven’t come like that since… never mind. It’s been a mighty long time, I’ll tell you that. Pull your hand out and see —  slowly, though, Mommy’s tender down there. Look at that, it’s dripping wet. Ha, I just knew you were gonna lick it. Good, huh?

So how was that, Jane? (I’m talking to the camera, sweetie.) Is my daughter sexy or what? You’ve gotta come and visit us and do what you did to me when we were kids… only this time, you’ll do it to my little girl, too. Goodbye, sis, hope you enjoyed the show.

Turn the camera off, sweetheart. Thanks.

You’re right, I can’t send the video to her as an email. Know why? It’s pure kiddie porn. If either your aunt or me got caught with this, they’d lock us under the jail. Instead, I’ll download it onto a thumb drive and put it in the mail, no return address. So if the authorities intercept it, they can’t trace it back to us.

Yes, it was fun, wasn’t it? Know what we should do next? We’ll go downstairs and drink a couple of large glasses of cranberry juice. Why? Because its acid will neutralise the alkalinity of our pee and make it taste better. I wanna drink straight from your cunt, my darling.

You too? But you’ve never drunk pee before! Well, if you feel sure you’re gonna like it, how can I say no?

But first, let’s just lie here in each other’s arms and love each other. I so enjoyed teaching you all those naughty things we just did, but I’m sure you’d have discovered it all for yourself before long. Just imagine, in a few days, your Aunty Jane will be watching us cunt licking and everything, plus she’ll see those sexy pictures I took.

What? Honestly, you hope she shows them to her friends? Oh, you fucking darling little slut!

No, darling, there’s nothing wrong with that. Know why? Because you’re my slut…

The End

By Amanda Lynn

For Cheryl and Lisa

Author’s Note: After reading Chapter 76 of Cheryl Taggert’s “I was the Daughter of a Porn Star,” I posted a comment about an encounter with a girl who delivered wine to my hotel room, similar to that of the fictional Cheryl and Lisa in said chapter. Cheryl’s response to my comment was an invitation for me to compose a story for Juicy Secrets about that encounter.

Thus, “Jeannie and the Bottle” was born. Of course, I have embellished considerably to make this story interesting. If I hadn’t, it would only be about five paragraphs in length. But let’s be clear — I do not know Cheryl or her wife Lisa. I do not know their real names, nor where they live. Except for one small part which I will address at the very end, the following is a work of fiction.

Sitting in a booth of the small café, Amanda looked out the window and watched the traffic and pedestrians go by, then stirred her coffee again — an act which was pointless since she took her coffee black. She fidgeted in her seat and checked her phone for the umpteenth time.

Amanda was waiting to meet Cheryl, one of three owners of a website that published erotic tales of lesbian love. She had read all of Cheryl’s stories, enjoying them immensely. It wasn’t uncommon for Amanda to make herself come while reading them. The stories written by Cheryl’s partners, established authors in their own right, were equally stimulating. Amanda had submitted a few stories of her own to the site and had them published. This was always done through email, as was the correspondence between Amanda and her editor.

Life, however, sometimes throws a curveball. Amanda had been reading an opus Cheryl had written and published. At the end of one particular chapter, Amanda posted a comment on the situation the heroine and her lover found themselves in. That situation was similar to something she’d once experienced at a hotel when she ordered a bottle of wine to be delivered to her room. Cheryl had replied to Amanda’s comment inviting her to write a fictional story based on the experience. Amanda had seriously thought about doing just that. And that’s where the curveball comes in.

As part of Amanda’s job, she sometimes takes business trips to various locales in North America. On one trip that was coming up, the flight had a stopover in a US city where she would change planes before continuing to her final destination. This was not an unusual occurrence. However, Amanda had noticed to her chagrin, this particular stop was eight hours long. Amanda was certain the clerk who booked her travel had screwed up. But it was a Saturday morning when Amanda noticed the error, meaning she would have to wait until Monday to have it fixed, if it could be at all.

Later that same day, Saturday evening, Amanda received an email from Cheryl with some editorial comments on the most recent story Amanda had submitted for publishing. While replying to the email, Amanda mentioned in passing the administrative screw-up and the city she would be spending her useless eight hours in.

The next morning, Amanda found an email waiting for her with an attractive proposition from Cheryl. As luck (and curveballs) would have it, the city where Amanda would be changing planes was Cheryl’s hometown. Cheryl wondered if Amanda would like to meet her and her spouse, Lisa, for coffee during the layover. She then went on to ask if Amanda would be interested in collaborating on a story.

Cheryl proposed that during their meeting Amanda could tell the tale of her experience at the hotel with the girl who’d delivered the wine, and then Cheryl would write a story based on what Amanda told her. Of course, they would confer during the ensuing writing process, and would both be credited as authors when the story was published.

Amanda had been thrilled by the idea and quickly agreed to the collaboration. The chance to meet both Cheryl and Lisa was an added bonus.

Her phone buzzed. Amanda looked at the screen and saw a text from Cheryl. It said they’d been delayed by road work, but expected to arrive in five minutes or so. Amanda felt the butterflies churn in her stomach. She was as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date. When the little bell on the café door chimed, Amanda looked in the direction of the sound and instantly recognized Cheryl from the photo she had sent earlier that day. Amanda waved as she called out to them.

Cheryl smiled and made her way over to Amanda, followed closely by Lisa. Amanda stood and held out her hand, Cheryl ignored the gesture and instead wrapped her arms around Amanda, giving her a hug.

“I’m so glad we finally get to meet,” Cheryl said as she let go.

“As am I,” Amanda replied, a huge grin on her face.

“This, of course, is my wife, Lisa.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Lisa,” Amanda said while shaking her hand, thinking how beautiful the two women were and what a lovely couple they made.

“Shall we sit?” Amanda suggested, motioning toward the booth.

Amanda sat down behind her coffee as Lisa sat on the opposite side and slid over, making room for Cheryl to sit beside her. The waitress approached, and both Cheryl and Lisa asked for coffee. Cheryl pulled a small digital recorder out of her purse and placed it on the table.

“Did you have any problems finding this place?” Cheryl asked.

“Not at all. The cabbie knew exactly where it was.”

“Not surprising,” Lisa said. “It’s a favorite lunch spot during the week.”

Cheryl nodded in agreement. “So, what I was thinking, Amanda, was I could send you each chapter as I complete it for you to read. Then you could send it back to me with any changes, corrections, or comments you might have.”

“Sure, that sounds great,” said Amanda, then quickly added, “This is so exciting, Cheryl. I’ve enjoyed all your stories so much, and now I actually get to work with you!”

When Amanda realized that she was almost bouncing in the booth, her smile beaming, she felt the heat in her face grow. “Listen to me, I sound like a teenage groupie. Sorry…” she mumbled, looking down and stirring her coffee again.

Both Cheryl and Lisa laughed at this.

“Don’t worry about it, hon,” said Cheryl. “You’d be surprised at some of the fan mail I get. I’m really very honored that you and other readers enjoy my stories so much. So, thank you.”

The waitress arrived with two cups and a coffee pot on a tray. She placed the tray on the table and set the cups down in front of Cheryl and Lisa and filled them, then topped up Amanda’s. After the waitress confirmed that they didn’t require anything else, she left. The three chatted a while longer, enjoying their coffee.

After a few minutes Cheryl keyed the red button on the recorder. “Shall we get started then?”

“Sure,” said Amanda, taking a sip of her coffee. “It was 2012, and I was heading to Ottawa for a seminar…”

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The WestJet flight touched down at Ottawa International Airport right on schedule. It had been a short flight from Halifax, just two hours and ten minutes. Since the military was paying for my trip, they had booked an Economy Class ticket. I, therefore, paid for an upgrade to Plus Class out of my own pocket. The extra legroom and other perks that came with it were well worth the extra cost, even for such a short trip.

I looked out the small window of the Boeing 737 as we taxied to the terminal. The grounds around the runways and taxiways were covered in a couple of inches of snow, not surprising for mid-December in Canada. While the flight attendant was making the usual announcement about remaining seated until the aircraft came to a complete stop in front of the terminal building, people were already standing to pull their belongings from the overhead bins.

Laughing to myself, I shook my head at their, well, stupidity, for lack of a better word. Why were people always in such a rush to get off the plane? What was equally confounding was why they seemed to be in just as much of a hurry to get on the plane, even though it was boarded by row.

Once the aircraft did stop, I pulled my canvas shoulder bag from under my seat, making sure I’d placed my iPad in it, then patiently waited for the cabin door to open. I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, passengers were standing in the aisle, chomping at the bit like a bunch of thoroughbreds eager for the starting bell. When I saw Marie, the flight attendant, move to grip the door handle, I stood up and waited for the go-ahead.

I had been watching her discreetly throughout the flight. Marie was a very attractive woman, probably in her late thirties. Her ginger hair was braided into a long ponytail, and her WestJet uniform hugged her body just enough as to compliment her curves.

Earlier in the flight, when she’d served me a drink and a snack, I took the opportunity while she was bent over to glance at her appealing cleavage. She smiled and winked when I looked back up into her blue eyes.

For the rest of the flight, Marie deliberately made eye contact with me whenever she could. At one point she knelt by my seat and asked if there was anything I wanted. Since no one could see me, and being quite forward, I placed a hand on her knee and slid it slowly up her thigh as I whispered in her ear, “I want you.”

I leaned back, smiling, my hand still on her leg. Marie put her hand firmly over mine. I was half expecting her to push it away and chastise me. Instead, she drew my fingers farther up her thigh until they were stopped by her tight skirt. She smiled at me, her face turning a shade of pink, and asked how long I was going to be in the Ottawa area. After I explained that I would be in town until the following Saturday, Marie stood and moved to the forward part of the cabin where the galley was located.

The pretty redhead was out of sight for just a few moments before coming back to my seat. With a wink, she handed me a blue plastic bag that had a piece of paper attached to it with tape, then walked away to attend to other passengers.

I unfolded the note and read what was written on it:

Call me Wednesday afternoon, after 3 PM. Here is something to remember me by. I’m sure you wanted to touch them earlier. I know I wanted you to!!!

She had left her phone number, and also had kissed the note as was evident by the alluring red lipstick prints.

I opened the plastic bag and looked inside. To my surprise, I saw a pair of lacy red panties. I reached in and felt the crotch. Sure, enough the garment was damp. I pinched the wet part of the panties to get some of the moisture on my fingertips, then removed my hand and sniffed. Her scent was there, and it was luscious. I could feel myself getting aroused. The realization that the woman was now walking around through the aircraft without wearing panties served to turn me on even more.

As I deplaned, I thanked Marie for a great flight while saying I would see her again soon. She blushed as her colleague looked at her questioningly. Then I made my way to the baggage area, collected my suitcase, and left the terminal.

It was only a few degrees below freezing, but the wind chill made it feel much colder. I was glad I’d decided to wear my winter jacket. Back home the temperature was still a balmy 40 degrees. The shuttle bus for my hotel soon arrived, and I boarded it for the short ride.

When the bus stopped and the doors hissed open, I exited and made my way through the main entrance. The palatial lobby of the hotel was ornate and brightly lit. The floor was covered in marble and the walls in a beautiful wood panel trimmed with gold. Off to one side stood a tall, beautifully decorated Christmas tree. There were comfortable armchairs and a fireplace close by for guests to enjoy. The air was filled with the soft sounds of classic Christmas carols. I found myself humming along with them as I checked in at the reception desk. I was given a keycard, then proceeded to the elevators.

My room was spacious, and the decor gave the impression of elegance. A queen bed sat in the center of the room. Two armchairs flanked a small circular table that was positioned in front a large window which looked out over the city, offering a view of Parliament Hill. There was a desk with a leather high back chair, mini fridge, and a widescreen LED television. A dresser sat under the TV with a wardrobe off to the side.

I unpacked my suitcase and put my civilian clothes in the drawers of the dresser, then hung my uniforms in the closet along with my coat. Needing a shower, I began stripping off my clothes. When I noticed the blue plastic item poking out of my shoulder bag, which I’d tossed on the bed as I arrived, I retrieved it and took out the panties Marie had given me. I held them over my face and inhaled deeply, enjoying the lingering aroma of the sexy redhead.

The scent renewed my earlier arousal, and I breathed a soft sigh as I headed into the bathroom, leaving the panties on the bed. The shower was a walk-in type with a small bench seat and handheld shower wand. The device had a variety of settings, everything from a gentle mist up to hard pulsing jets.

“I’ll bet the inventor was a woman who loved to masturbate,” I murmured to myself, chuckling at the thought. I was sure I’d be making good use of that massaging shower head during my stay.

Then I turned and looked at the mirror over the sink. It was huge and went from counter to ceiling and wall to wall. An entire squad of narcissistic cheerleaders could do their makeup at the same time without any need to jostle for position.

For a few moments I admired my reflection, running my hands up and down the sides of my torso. I stay quite fit. Of course, being in the military makes that a necessity. My chestnut brown hair hangs loose, touching my shoulders. My 34B breasts are firm and capped with pink nipples. My belly is flat and toned with just a hint of a six-pack. My hips, a little wider than my waist, bracket a neatly trimmed triangle above my pussy. My legs are long and strong and finish off my 5-foot-7 frame. For a woman in her late forties, I guess I am still kind of hot.

Looking closer at the reflection of my pussy, I noticed the glistening of the lips. I put my hand on my mound and pushed my finger through the folds. I breathed a little gasp as I brushed against my clit. I was wet. I took my hand away and licked the juices from my finger. Then I turned around and opened the taps on the shower. When I was happy with the water temperature, I grabbed the bottle of body wash and stepped in. The warm water felt nice, and I stood there for a minute as the spray poured over my head and down my body.

I had already washed my hair that morning, so I forewent the shampoo and squeezed the bottle of body wash, squirting the soap onto my hand. I set the bottle down on the ledge and slathered myself. I moved my hands over my shoulders and arms, across my belly and down over my legs. Bringing my hands back up I rubbed my tits. It felt good touching myself, little tingles of excitement chasing through me. I squeezed the fleshy globes and pinched at the nipples. I moaned. Spreading my legs a bit, I pushed my hand down over my belly and onto my pussy. I palmed myself, rubbing the heel of my hand over my clit.

I curled my middle finger and played with my opening. I groaned loudly, enjoying the sensations. I pushed my finger into my pussy and slowly fingered myself. The feeling of pressure building inside me grew. I took my hand away from my pussy and waited for a few seconds, not wanting to rush.

When I was ready, I put my middle and index finger onto my throbbing clit and rubbed it. Lightning shot through me, and I jerked at the feeling. I moved my fingers down through my wet folds and into my pussy, pushing my fingers in as far as I could and slowly fucked myself. It felt wonderful. I continued to tease myself this way for several minutes, getting close, right to the edge, then backing off.

By then I was breathing hard and my self-control was fading quickly. Pushing my fingers in deeply, I curled them and searched for that special spot. “Ohhh yesss,” I moaned.

Placing my free hand on the wall for support, I fucked my pussy with a renewed vigor. My knees became weak, feeling the approach of a climax. I backed myself to the shower bench and sat. Spreading my legs wide, I pumped my fingers into my pussy harder and faster. I brought my free hand to my clit and rubbed it furiously.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” I cried out as my orgasm exploded, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I gasped for breath as I clamped my thighs together, trapping my fingers inside my quivering pussy.

I rested for a short time and looked around as my breathing slowed. I spied the hand-held shower head resting in its holder. After a few more moments, I stood up to retrieve it, then sat back down. I turned the ring of the shower head and examined each of the settings. When I found a soft pulsating stream, I leaned back and spread my legs again.

Slowly, carefully, I brought the stream up my inner thigh and onto my pussy. When the water hit my sensitive clit, I jumped. Too intense, I thought to myself. I focused the stream on hitting just above my opening. The feeling was strong, and I twitched and squirmed. A loud moan escaped from me. I place two fingers on my swollen clit and gently rubbed it. That familiar need was building inside me once again, and I rocked my hips as I moved the stream up and let it hit my clit. The sensation was almost unbearable, but I held the stream steady.

I was bucking against the stimulation of my hand and the driving water. I groaned as images of Marie played in my mind. “Fuck me!” I yelled. The feeling was surreal. Every nerve was firing. Waves of pleasure raced up and down my spine. My pending orgasm swelled and expanded as if it was a physical entity growing inside me. When it was ready, it forced its way out. I screamed and convulsed, slipping off the bench and landed on the tile floor. If there was any pain, I didn’t notice or care. I stiffened and shook. My scream became strangled in my throat.

“Mother of God,” I whimpered as my muscles began to relax and I curled up on the floor of the shower.

When I could finally breathe again and my heart rate had dropped to normal, I pulled myself up onto the bench with some difficulty, slipping and sliding on the wet tiles. The shower head was laying on the floor, water shooting skyward like a park fountain. After some time I stood, turned off the water and got out of the shower. I put on a complimentary terrycloth robe and made my way to the bed, collapsing on it.

“Holy crap,” I said to the ceiling. “I so needed that.”

I rested on the bed for a while until I felt my stomach growl. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand I saw that the glowing red numbers read 5:23 PM. No wonder I was hungry, I’d had little to eat all day.

After one more long, deep breath, I got up, finished drying my hair, did my face and put on some clothes. I then headed down to the dining room for supper.

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