Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tommy X

By Thursday, Amanda was settling into her new, exciting life of incest with her sister. They would steal kisses and cast sly glances at each other, but there really hadn’t been time to make love since that day in Ms. Garcia’s classroom. And Amanda desperately wanted to continue making love to Kelly.

Amanda woke up every morning with her pussy throbbing and slick with lust. She only managed to sleep every night after giving herself, two, maybe three orgasms. But it wasn’t the same, not without Kelly — who was preoccupied with running the mentorship program and her own schoolwork. Apparently, fucking the chemistry teacher could only get you out of some homework. A certain amount of cursory effort was still required.

Amanda did notice that the female teachers of Silvstead High seemed to watch her more closely and had moved her to the front of the class. Following Kelly’s instructions, she’d started wearing shorter skirts. She was sure these nasty perverted dykes were trying to get a look up her legs and frankly, it excited her. By the end of most days, she was soaked.

That day, after the last bell, Amanda opened her locker to find a small envelope taped to the inside of the door. There was no indication who it was from, or how they were able to get into her locker — just a pale pink envelope with a red heart drawn on the front. She glanced around and leaned into her locker slightly so no one could read over her shoulder. Amanda pulled open the envelope and pulled out the note. A carefully scripted note:

Dearest and loveliest initiate:

I hope this week is going well for you, and that you and your mentor have grown close. By this time, she should have taught you the power of your being and how to wield your sexuality. Now it is time to put it into practice. Tonight there is a party where you will meet, and fuck, your new boyfriend. He will be a starting football player and you and your mentor will make his night.

Love, Codi

Amanda stared at the letter. Jesus, she thought, am I ready for… that?

When Kelly drove them home after school, she made it clear to Amanda that they would be going to the party even if they had to sneak out of the house. They were going to wear their party dresses with nothing underneath, a thought that thrilled Amanda and scared her a little. Kelly also explained that they would both be expected to pleasure Amanda’s new boyfriend. The freshmen girls were always given up to the senior football players. In Kelly’s experience, though, they probably wouldn’t get around to fucking him tonight after all; it was unlikely that a teenage boy could handle two sisters.

But first, they had to convince their mother to let them go out on a school night.

That turned out to be far easier than they had assumed. When they got home, Karen was already getting ready to go out again. “Girls, I’m going out tonight with a friend from work, so do your homework, order a pizza and watch a movie. I won’t be home until late.”

Karen looked amazing in her little black date skirt and her dark blue blouse. If the girls had looked closely, they might have noticed that their mother wasn’t wearing a bra. But there was no way for them to have known that she wasn’t wearing any panties either.

In fact, Karen’s outfit was just for her daughters’ benefit. As soon as she reached her friend’s house, the clothes would come off, she would jump in the hot tub and spend hours enjoying sex with several different women. Karen was already moist in anticipation of a thrilling night of lesbian fun and games — even more so, knowing that that one of the women had promised a “surprise guest” would be attending that night.

The girls bounded upstairs, pretended to do their homework for a while and, after waiting an appropriate amount of time after their mother’s car had driven away, began to change for the party. Amanda and Kelly stripped naked, and unable to control themselves, kissed for a moment before taking out their outfits.

Amanda pulled her favorite dress out of the closet. It was pale blue with a slightly ruffled look, and fell to mid-thigh. She slid it over her head and adjusted it, then admired herself in the mirror, smiling at the thought of going without panties or bra beneath the dress she wore to church on Easter Sunday.

“Hey, Mandy,” Kelly called, “come zip me up.”

Amanda’s breath caught in her throat when she saw her sister. She was in a form-fitting red dress, easily three-quarters the way up her thighs. Every curve of Kelly’s body was perfectly accentuated. Amanda’s hands trembled as she took hold of the zipper tab and slowly drew it up. God, she makes me look like a little girl, Mandy thought.

Kelly turned and smiled at Amanda. “Let’s make sure everything is in order,” the elder sister said, and then slipped her hand up Amanda’s skirt, briefly cupping her bare pussy. “Good,” she purred. “Now, let’s do something about that hair.”

An hour later, the sisters climbed out of the car and made their way toward the entrance to Codi’s house. The party was clearly not a stereotypical movie-inspired teen rager. Music was playing, a few people were milling about, some had red cups with an unknown drink in it. When offered, Kelly politely declined for the both of them, citing the need to be clear-headed for the action later that night.

They milled about, Amanda staying close by her sister as she chatted with various girls. Most of the kids there weren’t part of the secret society, so Amanda wasn’t really sure when or where the evening’s action was taking place.

Soon enough though, Codi came by and tapped Kelly on the shoulder. Kelly turned to Amanda and smiled. “Show time,” she said.

They maneuvered their way into a side room, a study. It was all dark wood paneling, shelves crammed with books, huge desk. Codi closed the door behind her.

Amanda noted the five other freshmen girls and their respective mentors. In addition, there were five senior football players — the stars of the team. Everyone milled around nervously. The football players had grins on their faces you couldn’t wipe off. This ceremony was the stuff of legend in the jock world.

Codi circled around the desk. Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out an envelope, then cleared her throat. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Now for the moment of truth. Your assignment for the year.” If possible, the boys’ smiles got even wider.

Codi fixed of them in turn with a penetrating stare. “Remember, fellas, your girls are in charge tonight. They say no, you stop. They want more? You give them more. Otherwise, we will ruin you.” The smiles dropped slightly and the boys shifted around, nervously glancing at each other. It was clear that Codi wasn’t fucking around and meant every word.

She then began to read off names. A girl, then a guy. The mentor then led her protege over to her assigned player. “Amanda,” Codi said, “and Brent.”

Kelly let out a low whistle and clasped Amanda’s hand. Amanda squeezed back, grateful for her sister’s reassuring touch. But her misgivings were only growing stronger,

Brent was the star quarterback. In the universe of high school, his star shone the brightest. He was 6 foot 3, muscled, blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes. As All-American as apple pie. Girls would literally kill to be his girlfriend. And now he belonged to Amanda. Why wasn’t she excited about it?

“All right,” said Codi, “There are four bedrooms in the house, I suggest you find one and have yourselves a little fun.” Codi smiled, then turned to her protege. “We’ll stay here,” she said. Within seconds, she had the running back’s cock out and was stroking it.

Kelly, Amanda and Brent hustled upstairs to the master bedroom, then Kelly closed and locked the door. Amanda’s heart felt as if it was pounding through her chest.

Kelly smiled and stroked her hair, “Don’t worry sis, this will be great.” She then turned her back to Brent. “Unzip me, darling?”

Amanda felt a pang of jealousy rip through her at the “darling, ” but it was quickly subsumed by lust as she watched her sister’s dress slide to the floor, revealing her amazing body.

Kelly turned around and knelt in front of Brent, guiding Amanda down next to her. Unbuttoning his jeans, she slid them down to his thighs, revealing his cock — still soft, but Amanda thought it looked huge.

Kelly smiled warmly at Amanda as she wrapped a hand around Brent’s member. “Honey, don’t worry, just watch and learn. I’ll get him started, then you’ll take over.”

Mandy swallowed hard, a feeling of dread rising inside. This felt utterly, completely wrong. She didn’t want to touch Brent’s cock. She didn’t even want to see it.

Why do I feel this way? she desperately asked herself, nervously nibbling on a fingernail. Two weeks ago, I’d have done anything for a date with Brent Jarvis.

Deep down inside, she knew why. Everything had changed on that first day of school, that day when she went down on her own sister, tasted another girl for the first time.

Since then, Amanda had barely given a thought to other boys… and her feelings of love for Kelly had only grown stronger. She winced at the sight of her sister, smiling up at Brent as she fondled his prick.

I don’t want her touching him either, she thought. Him, or any other guy.

But something was wrong. Kelly was staring up at Brent, frowning. “What’s the matter, babe?” In the palm of her hand lay the football star’s limp cock.

“Fuck.” moaned Brent. “I mean… fuck!” He pulled away, then sat down heavily on the bed, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’m sorry… I can’t.”

“Excuse me?” asked Kelly, staring in disbelief.

“I just… I can’t do this,” he mumbled, putting his head in his hands.

Kelly’s eyes flashed with indignation. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want us? C’mon, two sisters at the same time! It’s a fucking fantasy for the ages!”

Brent lifted his head. His eyes were red, like he was about to cry. “Never, ever tell anyone.”

Kelly scowled. “What? That you couldn’t get it up?”

“No,” he said, then took a deep breath. “I’m gay, you guys.”

Amanda was light-headed with relief. She wouldn’t have to fuck him after all! Then she saw the shame in Brent’s expression, and her heart went out to him.

“It’s okay, Brent,” she murmured, drifting over to sit next to the embarrassed jock. “We understand. Listen, there’s nothing wrong with you liking guys.” She paused, then added. “Actually… I’m gay, too.”

Now Kelly and Brent were both staring at her — and Amanda couldn’t help it, she began to laugh. Kelly smiled, then started giggling along with her sister. Soon, all three of them were overcome with mirth.

Finally, Kelly pulled herself together, “All right, your secret is safe with us. We’ll spread the rumor that you were a total stud. In fact, we’ll say that you drilled us both like a sailor on shore leave.”

With a wry grin, Brent pulled up his pants and fastened them, then gave each of the girls a hug. “Thanks so much, you guys.” He indicated a door that opened onto the patio, “Listen, if you’re okay with it, I’m gonna go meet my boyfriend.”

“Anyone we know?” Kelly asked teasingly.

Blushing, Brent shook his head. “Probably not. He’s a older guy, dances for the ballet company downtown.” He shrugged into his leather jacket. “Are you guys all right to stay here?”

“Sure, we’re fine,” Amanda nodded, casually placing a hand on her big sister’s shoulder.

Kelly smiled, “No problem, sweetie, go have fun.”

“Thanks,” said the burly teen. “Y’know, Mandy… you’re really nice. If I’ve gotta have a fake girlfriend to get through high school, I’m glad it’s you.” Blowing her a bashful kiss, he hustled over to the door and quietly slipped out.

As soon as he was gone, Kelly burst into laughter, “Holy shit, you have to be kidding me! Just your luck, you get a gay football player!”

Amanda smiled. The sight of her naked sister laughing, breasts bouncing with each breath, was getting her worked up. Kelly was seated on the edge of the bed, Amanda standing before her.

“So, baby sister,” Kelly said, “were you telling Brent the truth just then? You really aren’t into guys?”

Nibbling her lower lip, staring at the floor, Amanda sighed. “No… I guess I’m not.” Raising her head, she said, “It’s your fault, though. You turned me on to girls, y’know. Now it’s all I can think about… and you’re the girl I’m into most of all.” Kelly’s shaved pussy seemed to beckon to her.

Kelly saw her sister’s lustful gaze and spread her legs slightly. “Like what you see, then?”

Without a word, Amanda fell to her knees, nudged her way between Kelly’s thighs and licked lustily at the older girl’s juicy slit.

“Oh, fuck, Mandy,” Kelly moaned, falling backwards on the king size bed.

Amanda feasted on her sister, sliding her tongue up and down, probing the folds of Kelly’s cunt. She could sense Kelly getting wetter and wetter in response to her licking, and that in turn made her own pussy drip.

She broke away long enough to pull off her own dress. Meanwhile, Kelly scooted herself up to the head of the bed, grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest to fully expose her pussy and anus. Her wet cunt had spread open slightly, revealing the pink flesh inside, and her tight little rosebud pulsed with excitement.

Amanda dove back in, running her tongue from Kelly’s clit to her asshole, spreading the wetness along every sensitive inch of her sister’s nether regions. Sliding a hand down Kelly’s thigh, she pushed a finger into the older girl’s tight pussy.

“Oh, yes, Mandy,” Kelly moaned, “Finger me!” She began to rock her hips in time with Amanda’s probing finger. “Oh, God that feels good. Put in another!”

“You got it.” Amanda slipped two, then three fingers into her sister.

“Mandy! Fuck! Oh wow, yeah, just like that. Now lick my ass, baby sister!” Kelly was out of control with lust. Her body was rocking and shaking wildly.

Amanda quickly obeyed, running her tongue through the crack of Kelly’s ass.

Kelly moaned loudly. Her sister’s fingers and tongue were driving her insane. “Fuuuck me!” she screamed.

Thrilled by how unimaginably wonderful the evening had turned out to be, Amanda plunged her fingers into Kelly’s wet pussy and her tongue into her tight, spasming asshole.

Kelly came with a loud whimper, her pussy clenching Amanda’s fingers as she rode out her orgasm. After she had enough, Kelly pushed her sister’s face away, gasping, “Enough, babe.”

Amanda withdrew her fingers from her sister and brought them up to her lips, which were already dripping with Kelly’s juices. She licked the index finger, savoring the taste of her elder sibling.

“Gimme some, sis.” Kelly grabbed Mandy by the wrist and took the remaining two fingers into her mouth. She sucked at them, swirling her tongue around and tasting herself.

It’s so hot, watching my sister lick her own pussy juices from my fingers. As she drank in the sexy sight, Amanda let her free hand wander down to her own wet cunt and began to play. She moaned as her eyes met and locked with those of her big sister.

Amanda put a finger into her juicy cunt, got it nice and slick, then held it up in front of Kelly’s face. Kelly seized that wrist too, and was soon sampling the taste of her little sister.

Taking a break from comparing pussy flavors, Kelly gazed deep into Mandy’s eyes. “Mandy, little sister… I love you.”

Amanda gasped. She’d been wondering if this was just fun for Kelly, or if it was something more.

Amanda breathlessly replied, “I love you too. I don’t want to be with anyone else.” They came together in a pure and loving kiss. It was erotic, it was taboo, it was love all wrapped up into one single shining moment.

When they broke apart, Kelly reached down and, grasping Amanda by the hips, guided her sister up the bed until the younger teen’s dripping wetness was directly over her face. Kelly extended her tongue, letting the tip just barely run along Amanda’s slit. Ever so slowly, Kelly drew Amanda down to her face, a little bit closer with each pass of her tongue.

Mandy was clutching the headboard, silently begging her big sister, Stop teasing me… eat my pussy, damn it! Soon, though, she was finally riding Kelly’s eager face, the girl’s tongue buried deep in her snatch.

“Oh, god Kelly, yes,” Amanda moaned. She reached down with one hand to tease her pencil eraser nipples. Her body was sweating and heaving as she whimpered, desperate to explode in her sister’s beautiful face.

Just then, Kelly reached up and spread Amanda’s buttocks, gently placed the tip of her finger against her sister’s asshole and pushed. At this provocation, Mandy exploded.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried, shuddering violently as an orgasm broke over her. Her hips churned as she ground her dripping cunt into Kelly’s face. A second wave of bliss poured through her as Kelly slid that probing finger into her ass, just up to the first knuckle.

“Oh, God, oh God,” Amanda moaned, “I love you, I love you, I loooooove youuuuu!” The teen’s voice rose to a scream as her pleasure reached its peak.

Utterly spent, Amanda collapsed to one side, somehow managing to dismount her sister’s face in the process. Kelly panted for air, finally catching her breath after nearly being smothered by Mandy’s cunt. Her lips and chin were glistening with wetness.

Blindly reaching for her sister, Amanda began to kiss and lick Kelly’s face all over, enjoying the taste of her own juices. Their mouths drifted together and they shared a languid kiss, tongues blissfully trading flavors.

As they came down from their lust they lay cuddled together. Amanda idly fondled her sister’s tits, while Kelly tenderly stroked Amanda’s still tingling pussy.

“I mean it, Amanda.” said Kelly using her most serious voice, “I truly love you.”

“I do too, Kelly. I really, really do. You are my love and my lover.”

They kissed.

The sisters lay naked in Codi’s parents’ bed for a long while, in love and in heaven.

Somehow, they never noticed the little red light coming from the wardrobe across the room…

To appear at some point in time: Chapter 5!

By No One

Chloe sat on the couch, eyes intent on the TV screen, game controller held tightly in her hands. Next to her, her best friend Alex was equally concentrated on the game. After all, it was a very serious duel; video game pride was at stake. On the screen, their chosen characters were squaring off — punching, kicking, and performing all sorts of crazy moves.

Alex had already won the first round, but Chloe wasn’t going to let her get away with it; she had the upper hand this time. Her character jumped over a projectile and kicked her opponent in the head, then proceeded to execute a series of attacks that made the screen flash and shake. In the end, Alex’s character was thrown back and fell to the ground, beaten.

“Oh yeah, that’s right! Not gonna go down so easy!” Chloe exclaimed, elbowing her friend.

“Uh-huh, we’ll see,” Alex said, unimpressed.

It was then that Chloe noticed that Alex’s older sister, Nettie, had entered the room. The teenager’s ever-changing hairstyle was a rather tame shaggy brown  mass today, though she had been known to wear everything from a pink pixie cut to a green mohawk in the past. Her small tank top in fact featured a skeleton with a mohawk – Chloe thought it was the mascot of some punk band. Her tiny camo shorts were so short, they barely covered more than panties would. A pair of spiked bracelets completed her outfit. She looked cool and badass. She looked really hot.

Chloe swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “H-hi,” she timidly greeted the newcomer, but received only a grunt in reply.

“Final round!” the video game announced. “Fight!”

It was suddenly much more difficult for Chloe to concentrate on the game. She couldn’t help stealing glances at Nettie, who had let herself fall into an armchair next to them and was fiddling with her phone.

Chloe had been fantasizing about the older girl for a few months now, and having her so close and looking sexy as hell was very distracting. In the game, she kept getting hit by attacks she should have easily blocked or dodged, and Alex eventually made short work of her.

“Ah-ha! I thought it wasn’t gonna be easy?” her friend said smugly in triumph.

“Yeah, yeah,” Chloe said, offering no excuse. She couldn’t exactly admit that she had been at an unfair disadvantage.

“Rematch?” Alex offered.

“Nah, not really feeling it. Play against the computer for a bit.”

“Psh, sore loser.” Alex rolled her eyes, but she did switch game modes.

Chloe leaned back into the couch, trying to get a good look at Nettie without being too obvious about it. The teenager was lazily sprawled into the armchair with one bare foot on the cushion and the other on the floor, a position that some would consider indecent for a young lady. Nettie was hardly ever ladylike, mind you, but Chloe liked that about her. She noted that the older girl’s tiny shorts were frayed at the bottom, and wondered if she had actually shortened them herself. Nettie’s small top kept riding up every time she shifted, offering tantalizing glimpses of her belly.

Chloe’s eyes drank in every detail. She was certain this outfit would make it into her late-night fantasies, when she lay under the covers, a hand between her legs, and imagined Nettie seducing her, kissing her, doing all manners of naughty things to her young body. She shivered at the thought, but firmly pushed the idea away. Now was definitely not a good time to be thinking this kind of thing.

She sighed, knowing her fantasies would never come true anyway. Nettie had just turned seventeen, there was no way she would be interested in a little twelve-year-old like her. They barely interacted at all — in fact, Nettie usually ignored her completely when she was over to play with Alex.

“What?” The annoyed voice abruptly pulled Chloe out of her thoughts. Her eyes snapped up to meet Nettie’s frown, and she realized with horror that she had been caught staring at the teenager’s body.

“Oh! N-nothing! Sorry!” she mumbled, hastily dropping her gaze to the floor, as if the carpet was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. She felt her cheeks burn, and fervently hoped that Nettie had not noticed.

After a moment, she dared a quick glance at the older girl and, to her further embarrassment, found Nettie still staring in her direction. Her disapproval seemed to have faded at least, and she instead looked… curious? Chloe wasn’t sure how to read her expression.

“Meh, beating the computer isn’t as fun as beating you,” Alex interrupted, oblivious to the situation, and apparently having triumphed over her computer opponent while Chloe was distracted. Bored of the video game, she turned it off, then asked, “Hey, you brought your swimsuit, right?”

Chloe was glad for the diversion. “Ya, got it right here,” she answered, patting the bag at her feet, while pointedly avoiding looking at the teenager again.

Alex and Nettie’s mother entered the room at that moment. She eyed her eldest daughter’s attire dubiously. “You’re not going out dressed like that, are you?” she asked warily.

Nettie raised an eyebrow. “Is that a dare?”

Her mother let out a resigned sigh and dropped the subject with a shake of her head. Instead she said, “All right, girls, I’m going out shopping for the afternoon. Alex, dear, your father will come pick you up at 4. Or that’s what he said anyway, but who knows with that man? Could be 3, could be 6.” She rolled her eyes, obviously not fond of her ex-husband’s sense of punctuality.

“‘Kay, mom. Can we go swimming?” Alex asked.

“Oh, honey, you know I don’t like you using the pool when I’m not home,” her mom replied, hesitating.

“Mom, come on, we’re old enough to swim by ourselves,” Alex pleaded. “And I’m a good swimmer, I never drowned even once,” she added with an innocent smile.

“It’s fine, I’ll watch them,” Nettie interrupted, surprising everyone.

“You will?” Her mother seemed thrown off by the offer. “Seriously though, you have to pay attention.”

Nettie rolled her eyes. “Mom, I’m not gonna let my sister drown.”

“Well… All right then,” her mom relented. It seemed that was settled.

While Alex was saying goodbye to her mother, who she wouldn’t see for a couple days while she was at her dad’s, Chloe decided to go change. Nettie passed her by in the corridor, smirked at her, then went into her own bedroom, opposite the bathroom.

What did that mean? Chloe wondered. She sighed, thinking that after the embarrassment earlier, the older girl probably was laughing at her, and thought she was silly, or creepy, or stupid, or all the above.

She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Examining herself in the mirror, she sighed again; there was no way Nettie would ever be interested in her. Her face was plain, she thought, and her glasses made her look nerdy. Well, she was a bit nerdy, she supposed, but still, she wished she didn’t have to look the part. She did rather like her straight brown hair, but it probably looked boring to a certain someone used to crazy punk hairstyles.

She got undressed, then fished her blue bikini out of her bag. She was happy that she had finally been allowed to get a bikini, though a modest one. Her mom was rather old-fashioned and had previously always insisted on one-piece swimsuits. It was a silly thing, taking such pride in wearing a two-piece, but it did make her feel more grown-up somehow.

She put on the bottoms, then looked at her back in the mirror to fasten the top. Turning around, she admired the result. She had to admit she liked what she saw. Her boobs had been growing rapidly lately — a fact she was very proud of — and she thought they filled out her top nicely. To an extent at least. It’s not like anyone would think she was all grown up, but still, she wasn’t a little girl any more. That made her smile.

Her smile faded a little when her eyes went down to her waist. She wasn’t chubby, exactly, but she could definitely be thinner. Alex and Nettie were skinnier for sure. Maybe I should go on a diet, she pondered sadly. She sighed, pushing the idea out of her mind for now, but resolved to give it some thought later.

Exiting the bathroom, she noticed that the door to Nettie’s room was ajar. On impulse, she glanced in as she passed by, then froze mid-step. In the room, the teenager, her back to the door, was taking off her tank top. She threw it carelessly on the bed, then began undoing her shorts.

Chloe’s eyes went wide, and her heart was racing. She knew that she really shouldn’t be standing there peeking. It was creepy behavior, and Nettie would be pissed if she caught her at it. Still, she couldn’t make herself look away.

She watched on as Nettie hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, wiggling her hips to help herself out of the tight garment. The clothes pooled at her feet and she kicked them away, now completely naked. Chloe felt an instant of panic as Nettie began to turn around, but thankfully the older girl stopped before coming face to face with her. Instead, she paused and stretched lazily, giving Chloe a full side-view of her nude body.

She was perfect. Her long fine legs, her shapely butt, her flat stomach, her small but perky boobs — Chloe wouldn’t change one thing about her. She watched on as the teenager went to her dresser and bent over to riffle through the clothes in the bottom drawer, giving her an amazing view of her ass and even a tiny glimpse of her sex.

Chloe swallowed hard. She was beginning to feel quite warm between her own thighs, and she was glad that getting into the pool would soon hide any unseemly wet spot. She imagined herself going into the room, feigning shock at finding Nettie nude in front of her. In her mind, the teenager wasn’t angry, instead she smiled, sat on the bed, and patted the spot next to her, inviting Chloe to come closer. It was far from the first time that she had fantasized about such a scene, but usually the real Nettie wasn’t right in front of her.

“Chloe, you ready?” she suddenly heard Alex call out from the living room. She nearly jumped out of her skin, and quickly sprang away from the door to avoid Nettie noticing her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here,” she answered as she joined up with her friend, trying her best to sound nonchalant. Inwardly, she was cursing the interruption.

“Hey, new bikini. Nice. Looks cute,” Alex remarked.

Chloe smiled at the compliment. “Thanks. Finally got my mom to get me this instead of a one-piece.”

Alex chuckled; she knew how Chloe’s mom could be. She was wearing a bikini as well — in fact, one argument that Chloe had used to convince her mom was that Alex had been allowed bikinis for years.

Chloe thought the light green fabric went well with her friend’s blond hair. She noticed with a bit of guilty pride that, unlike her own, Alex’s bikini top didn’t have much to hide, the girl still being rather flat-chested. She was certainly a pretty girl, and Chloe had to admit she looked good in her bikini, even though she didn’t usually think of Alex that way, since they had been best friends since kindergarten. There was also the fact that ever since she had discovered her sexual feelings towards girls, Chloe’s major crush had been Alex’s older sister.

Making their way outside, they sat on the edge of the in-ground pool, dipping their feet in the water. It was a hot midsummer day, and the water felt really nice. Obediently waiting for Nettie before getting all the way into the pool, they turned their heads towards the door when they heard the older girl come out.

Chloe couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping at the sight. The teenager was wearing a thin, black, strapless bikini top with narrow horizontal stripes cut off in the middle to show off her cleavage. Similarly, the bottom had an opaque section covering her private parts, supported by thin strands of fabric with holes in between. A pair of sunglasses completed her extremely sexy ensemble.

Even though Chloe had seen the girl entirely naked a few minutes ago, the display still got her blood pumping. There was something to be said for the sexiness of clothes that concealed as well as revealed, she decided.

Alex seemed quite surprised herself, her eyebrows trying their best to reach her hairline. “Uh, does Mom know you have a bikini like that?” she asked dubiously.

“No, and you won’t tell her,” Nettie replied bluntly.

“Hmm,” Alex remained noncommittal. “Dunno why you’d wear that anyway. Aren’t you gonna get set on fire out in the sun?” she said cheekily.

Nettie gave her sister a look over her sunglasses. “Do you want to use the pool or not?”

“Yes! Okay, okay, sun’s good,” Alex relented. “Vitamin C and all that.”

“Vitamin D,” Chloe corrected automatically, though her attention was still wholly focused on Nettie. She tried not to stare at the older girl, but it proved a difficult task, and the sunglasses made it hard to tell if she noticed Chloe looking at all.

Alex jumped into the pool, splashing everywhere. Chloe followed, a bit more cautiously.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your glasses?” Alex asked.

“Oh, um, no, it’s okay. I don’t think I’ll put my head under water,” Chloe said. She received a weird look in return. Of course, the main reason she wanted to keep her glasses on was so she could keep admiring Nettie’s body, but she didn’t really want to tell her friend that.

The younger girls started playing in the pool while the teenager lolled on a sun lounger, watching them — or so Chloe assumed, but Nettie could have simply fallen asleep, for all she knew. She had a nagging feeling, though, that the older girl was observing her from behind her sunglasses, maybe silently judging her.

It made her nervous, since she couldn’t keep from stealing glances at the teenager. After all, it wasn’t every day that she got to ogle her crush’s near-nude body at her leisure. After a while, she did manage to relax and start enjoying herself, Nettie becoming more a pleasant distraction than a source of erotic tension.

About half an hour later, the girls were play-wrestling on a pool raft, trying to push each other into the water.

A male voice suddenly interrupted their duel. “Hey there, girls.” They turned to find Alex’s dad, who had just entered the backyard through the door in the fence.

“Oh, hi, Dad,” Alex greeted him. “You’re early.”

“Am I?” he wondered, then pulled out his cell phone to look at the time. “I guess I am! Ah, well, more time to spend with my little princess!”

Chloe wasn’t quite sure what time it was, but estimated that he was at least two hours early. She rolled her eyes, a bit annoyed at having their play time cut short.

The man turned to Nettie, raised an eyebrow at her indecent attire, but didn’t comment on it. Instead he said, “What about you, Antoinette, want to join us for a movie?”

Chloe cringed. Nettie hated being called by her full name. Her dad really should know better. The man had some sort of distant French ancestry, and had insisted on giving his daughters fancy, old-fashioned French names, even though he probably didn’t speak a word of the language himself. Alexandrine didn’t mind hers quite as much as her sister did, but she also preferred the shorter “Alex.”

Nettie slowly turned her head towards her father, lowered her sunglasses, and simply glared at him as a response.

“Nettie,” he amended with a sad smile.

She stared for a few seconds more, then pushed her shades back up. “No, I’m good here,” she finally said.

He looked a little disappointed, but seemed to take it in stride. He was probably used to the cold shoulder by now; the moody teenager didn’t get along that well with either parent, from what Chloe understood.

“Well, all right, just you and me then, kiddo. You ready?” he asked, turning back to his younger daughter.

“Yeah, I guess, um…” Alex said, hesitating. She gave Chloe an apologetic shrug. It seemed their fun in the pool had come to an abrupt end.

“You can stay a bit if you want, Chloe,” Nettie interrupted unexpectedly.

Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. “O-oh, um,” she said, struggling for words through her surprise. Staying alone with Nettie — her heart was already beating faster at the thought. “O-okay, I guess I could,” she finally managed.

Alex eyed her sister suspiciously. “She’s acting weird,” she whispered.

“Kinda,” Chloe agreed. “Just being nice, I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird.”

Chloe chuckled and shrugged helplessly. She didn’t mind at all if Nettie wanted to be nice to her, weird or not. The two girls hugged and said their goodbyes, then Alex went inside to change before leaving with her dad.

Chloe decided to laze about on the inflatable raft for a bit, slowly rotating in the water. As she watched Nettie spin out of sight, she thought about trying to strike up a conversation with the older girl. She had no idea what she could possibly say that would be of interest to her, though. She sighed, knowing she would probably never dare to speak up anyway.

As the raft turned back towards where Nettie had been lounging, she found the teenager standing on the edge of the pool instead, looking at her. Chloe sat up straight, startled, nearly falling into the pool in the process.

“I’ll be right back, don’t drown while I’m gone,” Nettie said, flashing her a smile before turning towards the house.

Chloe was surprised that the smile had seemed genuine, rather than mocking. She thought the older girl had a beautiful smile, that she should use it more often. Then again, she wouldn’t be Nettie if she smiled all the time. Chloe watched her walk away, mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Does she always walk like that? she wondered.

A minute later, the teenager reappeared with some sort of bottle in hand. “Help me with this sunscreen, will you?” she said. “Wouldn’t want to ‘get set on fire.’”

Chloe’s eyes went wide. “H-help you?” she repeated, unsure if Nettie really meant what it sounded like.

“Yeah, it’s hard to put on my own back, right?” Nettie explained, demonstrating the difficulty by exaggeratedly trying to reach over her head.

Chloe giggled nervously. “Yeah, um, okay,” she said. Her heart rate kicked up another notch. Getting to touch Nettie’s bare skin, even just her back, sounded like heaven.

Dipping her feet in the water, she paddled the raft over to the pool ladder and climbed out. She had dried off in the sun and didn’t really want to get all wet again. At least not this way, she thought mischievously.

She joined up with Nettie, who was now lying face-down on the sun lounger. The older girl handed her the sunscreen bottle, and Chloe squeezed some into her palm. She admired the sight in front of her while rubbing her hands together.

The punk girl’s pale skin looked very inviting, and her bikini bottom, while not quite a thong, still showed off quite a bit of her butt. Chloe felt heat rise up in her that had nothing to do with the sun.

She took a deep breath, then gingerly started applying the sunscreen to Nettie’s upper back. Her skin was soft and smooth, just like she had always imagined in her fantasies.

“Hold on, it’ll be easier this way,” the teenager said, as she reached back and undid the clasp of her top, offering the whole of her bare back to Chloe’s eager hands.

Chloe’s eyes grew wide. It seemed like a silly thing — just a little more skin showing, no big deal, right? Somehow though, it felt like it made a big difference to the situation. Technically, Nettie wasn’t wearing her top anymore, she was just lying on it. If she turned just a little, Chloe would see her boobs.

She was getting butterflies in her tummy as she tentatively began to rub the sunscreen all over the teenager’s back, and fervently wished she could also rub it on her topless chest. If she peeked at Nettie’s side, she thought she could see a hint of the older girl’s breasts. She felt like a bit of a creep, thinking these thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. She desperately wanted to touch every inch of Nettie’s beautiful body.

Chloe tried to keep her thoughts focused on the other girl’s back, rubbing up, then down, and back up again. She wasn’t sure how long she was expected to do this — when she put sunscreen on her own body, she made it quick, but at this moment, she didn’t want the contact to end. She put more pressure into her movements, making sure the lotion was nicely applied — that was her excuse, at least.

“This is turning into a massage,” Nettie commented.

“Oh, err…” Chloe hesitated and stopped moving. Nettie didn’t sound unhappy, exactly, but she probably thought Chloe was being weird.

“It’s nice, keep going,” the teenager encouraged her.

Chloe let out a reassured sigh and resumed her movements. Emboldened by the girl’s implicit invitation, her manipulations turned into a full-on back rub. The teenager seemed to be enjoying it, too, judging by the little noises of contentment she was making.

The thought that she was making Nettie feel good filled Chloe with elation and excitement. Of course, this was just an innocent gesture — her private fantasies went much further — but still, this was the most sensual thing she had ever done in her young life. Chloe would take what she could get, especially from the girl of her dreams.

“Wanna do my legs too?” Nettie asked after a while.

Chloe swallowed. “S-sure,” she replied, trying not to sound too excited.

She moved closer to Nettie’s legs, squeezing some more sunscreen into her hands. Surely the teenager could have taken care of her legs herself, but Chloe certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to touch more of her lovely body.

She started rubbing Nettie’s legs at the ankles, slowly made her way up to her thighs, then back down again. All the while, her gaze kept being drawn to the older girl’s very noticeable butt, which her bikini did very little to conceal. It was very distracting. She ached to touch it, but didn’t dare go very far along Nettie’s upper thighs.

Her hands made their way back down to the teenager’s ankles, then climbed back up again for another pass. She was really enjoying the feel of Nettie’s smooth legs. As she reached the middle of her thighs, she wondered if she should try going further.

“A little higher,” Nettie suggested suddenly, as if reading her thoughts.

Encouraged, Chloe continued on until she reached the top of the other girl’s thighs, tantalizingly close to her inviting butt. “Like this?” she asked timidly.

“Just a bit more,” Nettie replied nonchalantly.

Chloe paused. There really was no space left to go higher without leaving her legs entirely. Surely Nettie wasn’t requesting a butt rub? She had asked, though.

Chloe hesitated a moment, then, heart in her throat, she tentatively inched higher, prepared to take her hands off at any moment if Nettie protested. There were no objections though, so she continued and soon found herself cupping the girl’s cheeks with both hands. They felt nicely firm.

Heart hammering, she froze, entirely unsure about how to proceed next, now that she had been allowed to do what she had thought would never happen. She saw Nettie shift and turn her head to look back at her, and immediately yanked her hands away, thinking she was in trouble.

The teenager merely smirked at her though, her eyes flashing over the sunglasses, leaving Chloe rather confused. Is she doing this just to embarrass me? she wondered, a little annoyed. Still, she couldn’t help thinking that Nettie’s smug smile was very sexy somehow.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good at that,” Nettie commented, before she suddenly turned over, shamelessly leaving her bikini top behind.

Chloe’s eyes opened wide as saucers as Nettie’s small, perky breasts were suddenly revealed to her. She had gotten a peek earlier, but having the nearly-naked teen up close and in front of her was quite a different experience. She didn’t know where to look. Though Chloe desperately wanted to drink in this lovely, sexy vision, modesty and embarrassment forced her to look at the ground. Her rebellious eyes then drifted back up on their own after a second for another yearning glance.

Nettie chuckled as she sat up. “So shy… it’s cute,” she said, before reaching out and lightly caressing Chloe’s cheek with a finger.

Chloe could only gape at the older girl, her mind a cloud of confusion. Was Nettie actually flirting with her? Was she just messing around? Mocking? She had no idea what was going on.

“You didn’t look so embarrassed while you were spying on me earlier, when I was changing,” the teenager added, that sexy smirk still on her lips.

Chloe gasped. “You saw me?”

“Sure. Got a big mirror in there, you know. I heard you coming out of the bathroom and saw you peeking in before I started getting naked,” Nettie explained.

Chloe winced, cursing herself for not noticing the mirror. Obviously, her attention had been elsewhere.

Then the rest of Nettie’s sentence sank in. “Wait, before…? You… did that on purpose?” she asked, still confused.

The teen girl chuckled. “Of course. I thought I caught you checking me out in the living room before. Wanted to make sure I was right about you,” she explained, grinning.

“Oh,” Chloe said simply, bewildered by the situation.

Nettie scooted closer, then reached out again, this time tracing the outline of Chloe’s ear with a finger before moving down to caress her cheek, then her neck and shoulder. “Did you enjoy the view?” she asked softly. Nettie’s other hand came up to cup one of her own bare breasts, emphasizing the kind of view she meant — as if Chloe needed a reminder.

Chloe swallowed hard. This had become very intense, very quickly. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest. The proximity of the nearly naked teenager made it hard to breathe. Not trusting herself to speak, she merely nodded.

Nettie smiled, took off her sunglasses, and gave Chloe a flirtatious look. She leaned in close, their cheeks nearly touching. “Did it make you wet?” she whispered, lips brushing Chloe’s ear.

Chloe felt her face grow hot at the provocative question. It seemed too embarrassing to answer. At the same time, she didn’t feel like she could deny Nettie anything at that moment. Timidly, she nodded again.

“Mm, good,” the teenager said huskily. Flashing a wicked smile, she reached up to take hold of Chloe’s chin and, angling it down slightly towards her, brought their lips together.

Chloe froze, eyes wide. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Nettie was actually kissing her. Her first kiss, and it was with the person she had fantasized about for so long, who had seemed completely unapproachable. Even though she could feel the other girl’s soft, warm lips on hers, the situation still seemed entirely unreal.

It took her a few seconds to realize she should probably be reacting to the kiss. Tentatively, she closed her eyes, and tried to move her lips in response to Nettie’s. It took a moment to get used to the new experience but, guided wordlessly by her well-practiced partner, she ended up lost in the kiss. It was a delicious, sensual feeling that sent tingles through every inch of her body.

When their lips finally parted, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself meeting Nettie’s blue-grey gaze. As the reality of the situation sank in, a hundred questions jumbled up in her mind. It was a struggle to articulate any of them coherently. “W-why?” she ended up clumsily blurting out.

Nettie let out a surprised laugh. “‘Why?’ I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Chloe felt silly for putting the question so vaguely. “Well, um, yes,” she admitted. She had definitely wanted that, though she still couldn’t believe it had really happened. She felt like pinching herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but didn’t want to look childish in front of Nettie. ”But, I mean, you… like me?” she finally asked.

The teenager laughed again. Clearly, Chloe was very amusing to her, though she hadn’t meant to be.

“Well, I’m not asking you to marry me, if that’s what you mean,” Nettie said, making Chloe giggle. “Just… I’m horny, and you’re cute and interested,” she explained simply, shrugging.

Chloe pondered this for a moment. It wasn’t a very romantic declaration, but of course she wouldn’t expect that kind of thing from Nettie. Was she even looking for romance herself? She wasn’t quite sure what she really wanted from the older girl. Her fantasies were certainly more erotic than affectionate, and besides, it felt strange to imagine Nettie as her actual girlfriend.

Still, it made her nervous to take the big step, to let herself go and actually “do it,” with another girl. The sight of the teenager’s body — her beautiful face, her perky breasts and stiff nipples, her flat belly — were doing a lot to relieve her uncertainty, though.

“You… really think I’m cute?” she asked hesitantly, feeling a little self-conscious standing in front of the gorgeous teen.

“Yeah,” Nettie replied, sounding a little surprised herself. “Looks like you’ve been growing into a little hottie right under my nose. Can’t believe I didn’t notice before.”

Nettie made a show of admiring Chloe’s body, making her blush. A thought seemed to cross her mind then, and she took on a pensive expression.

“So, do you and Alex…?” she asked after a moment, trailing off but raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Chloe frowned in confusion for an instant before she realized what Nettie was getting at. “Oh! No. We’re not, um… We don’t… fool around, or anything.”

Nettie nodded, as if that’s what she had expected. “Right. I would be pretty shocked if the little sis was into anything dirty,” she said, laughing. “So, was that your first kiss then?”

Chloe nodded shyly in response.

“Thought so. Hope you liked it. You do need some practice, though,” Nettie said, but with a wink to take the sting out of the comment. “But don’t worry, we’ll give you that,” she quickly added. Their eyes met, and the teenager’s sexy smirk reappeared on her lips.

She reached out to touch Chloe’s thigh, then started moving her hand up higher, fingers gliding over her skin. Reaching the young girl’s butt, she gave it a playful squeeze, receiving a startled giggle in response.

Nettie’s touch felt electric, sending currents of excitement flowing through Chloe’s body. She had never experienced anything quite like it; having someone caress your skin this way felt very different from touching yourself. She nervously wondered what it would be like if they went further.

Nettie’s hand continued its journey upwards, moving diagonally across Chloe’s hip and onto her belly, where it traced slow circles with a finger. It felt nice, but it also brought to mind the young girl’s insecurities about her appearance.

“I’m thinking of going on a diet,” she blurted out without thinking.

Nettie blinked at her in surprise, then frowned. “What? Why?”

Chloe shrugged uncomfortably. “Well, I just… I’m not very skinny, I guess…” she mumbled.

“What?” the teenager repeated, apparently very confused. “You look just fine, didn’t I just say? You don’t need a diet, that’s bullshit. You’re not fat at all.”

“Oh. Well, I just mean, like, you’re a lot skinnier,” Chloe hesitantly argued.

Nettie dismissed the comparison with a shrug. “Just a fast metabolism, or whatever they call it. I don’t try to be this thin, it just happens. Don’t buy into that shit they push on TV where everyone is super skinny. Nothing wrong with some curves. You look great, trust me.”

It sounded like advice Chloe’s mom might have given her — with a lot less swearing — but coming from Nettie, it did a lot more to reassure her. “Oh, well… okay,” she relented with a shy smile.

“And you do have nice curves,” Nettie said with an appreciative grin, leering pointedly at Chloe’s bikini top. “At your age I was flat as a board. Well, that hasn’t changed that much, I guess,” she added, looking down at her own small breasts.

“Oh no, I love your… um… boobs,” Chloe said, pausing mid-sentence to blush a little as she realized what she was saying.

Nettie gave her a flirty grin. “Like these, huh?” she asked, teasingly cupping the boobs in question.

Chloe nodded shyly.

“Well, you don’t have to just look,” the teenager continued.

Chloe swallowed. Did Nettie really just invite her to touch her breasts? She took a step closer to the teen girl, who was still sitting on the sun lounger. Lifting a hand, she hesitated. Was it really okay to do this?

“Still a shy little thing, huh? We’ll have to fix that,” Nettie teased. She took hold of Chloe’s hand and, looking into her eyes, pressed it against one of her breasts. She hissed in pleasure at the contact.

Eyes wide, Chloe gave Nettie’s breast a tentative squeeze. It was nice and firm, and she could feel the stiff nipple poking at her palm. She tried rolling it between two fingers, as she liked to do when playing with herself, and was rewarded with a little moan from the teenager.

She was quite pleased with herself for being able to give Nettie pleasure like this. Her own arousal kept climbing higher and higher, and as it did, her nervousness diminished. Already feeling a bit more confident, she brought up her free hand to play with Nettie’s other breast.

“Mm yeah, there you go,” the teenager purred. She leaned forward, pressing herself into Chloe’s hands, and lifted up her head. Eyes half-closed and lips parted, she paused an inch or two from Chloe’s mouth.

Chloe realized Nettie wanted her to initiate the kiss — a kiss she found she was hungry for as well. Barely hesitating, she pressed her lips to the other girl’s, and was soon lost again in that delicious shared intimacy. Her hands on Nettie’s chest continued their caresses and she soon had the girl moaning into her mouth.

A moment later, Chloe was surprised to feel Nettie’s tongue slipping between her lips, but  allowed her in readily. The teenager’s tongue playfully teased hers and lured her into a sort of sensual dance. Chloe thought this was called French kissing, but she’d had no idea until now how sexy and enjoyable it felt.

When their long kiss broke some time later, their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

“Mm, already much better. You’re a quick learner, I think. That’s good,” Nettie remarked.

Chloe giggled. “Maybe you’re a good teacher.”

“Damn straight I am,” Nettie agreed, before she leaned back a little to look at Chloe. “Now then, do I get to see your tits too?” she asked with a wicked smile.

Chloe’s eyes darted around the backyard nervously, suddenly very aware of how exposed they were. “Um, here?” she asked uncertainly.

“Nobody can see,” Nettie encouraged her, indicating the wooden fence that stretched all around the yard with one hand, touching her own bare breasts with the other. Clearly, she had no problem being topless out in the open.

Chloe was far less comfortable. There was a fence, sure, but it was possible that the neighbors could still spy on them through their second-story windows. She was now quite willing to let Nettie lead her into naughtiness, but maybe not in public. “Um, I dunno…” she hesitated.

Nettie gave her an indulgent smile as she got to her feet. “Okay, wanna go inside then?” she offered, to which Chloe nodded vigorously. Chuckling, the teenager started walking towards the house. “Might be best anyway, now I can make you scream even louder,” she added, with a sly backwards glance.

Heart still hammering, Chloe followed, wondering what Nettie had in store for her. That last comment sounded promising, but also rather intimidating. Nevertheless, she was way too turned on to stop. This was what she had yearned for all along, wasn’t it?

Chloe still had a hard time believing it was actually happening — that she was most likely about to have sex for the first time, and with the hot older girl of her fantasies— so this time, she did pinch herself. She wasn’t dreaming.

By Openmindedwoman

The atmosphere was pretty quiet as four well-satisfied young girls nibbled at bits of late breakfast, then retreated to other activities.

Amy and Kim-Ly played a card game, while Juli and Tracy sat side by side on the bean bag chair with Juli brushing out Tracy’s long dark silky hair and giggling soft comments into her ear. I saw Tracy turn wide-eyed toward Juli from time to time, and I imagined she was hearing a few bits of juicy secrets about what had taken place in town that morning.

Anita and I stood together sipping coffee in the open kitchen of the cabin, from where the girls were visible. All were wearing panties and t-shirts now, looking relaxed, but still showing signs of youthful energy.

“Aren’t we lucky at how they seem to be so at ease with all this?” I offered.

“Oh, wow, yes,” Anita answered. “I have to admit I was a little nervous, especially about Kim-Ly. Amy had been so confident that Tracy would be on board with it, but then you never know just how someone new to such naughty pleasures might respond. Still, do you think some of this could be a little too much?”

I admitted that I’d thought about that too, but assured my friend that the girls had all seemed extremely excited to do the taboo things they’d done with us. In fact, her daughter and my niece had often been the sexiest, naughtiest leaders in many of our erotic activities. I also reminded her that we both do truly love and care for our youngsters, and we make sure they always feel that love from us, while learning to have confidence in just how delightful the pleasures of their young bodies can be.

Then I told Anita that there might be an interesting test of those boundaries with the guest who would soon be joining us. I explained to her that a darker side of me had emerged with this particular girl, more because of how I perceived her submissive manner than my own desire for dominance, and that I never went beyond what seemed to be truly arousing to her sexual side.

“Still,” I said to her, “I am a little worried that those kinds of things might seem, well, quite different to the girls.”

“Leslie, umm… I don’t know… my only experience with that has been in stories I’ve read and the occasional video I’ve watched. But I can understand how some women or girls might feel the need to be pleasure providers, givers, and get turned on by being commanded a little bit, instead of taking the lead.”

“Exactly,” I nodded. “So, I hope we can provide some new experiences to fill our beautiful young vessels a little further with their understanding of the varieties of sexual excitement.”

It wasn’t long before the sound of a car driving up and then a soft knock on the front door got everyone’s attention. I opened the door and gestured for Rebecca to step inside the cabin. She wore sandals, a cutoff denim skirt that hung about six inches below her butt, a thin blue tank top, and — a black velvet collar around her neck that said “Leslie’s” in pink script, which matched the color of her fingernails, her toenails, and a bow that was tied in her hair, holding back a saucy ponytail.

I complimented the seventeen-year-old on making herself so pretty for us that way. Standing in the center of the room with her hands clasped in front of her, she blushed as she mumbled, “Thank you, Miss Leslie.”

“Everyone, this is my special friend, Rebecca. She lives in town and has worked at the library in the summertime for a number of years. That’s where she and I met originally.”

I walked around her as I spoke, tugging playfully at her ponytail and patting her on the bottom. “She has come here to entertain us this afternoon, and I know she is anxious to meet a few of you as well. Rebecca, you met my niece Juli in town. The girl she’s sitting with is Tracy. This is my friend Anita, and her daughter Amy is over there with Tracy’s little sister, eleven-year-old Kim-Ly. They’re all lovely girls, aren’t they, Rebecca?”

My teenage pet nodded as she glanced at each of them, before letting her gaze linger on Anita, wearing shorts and a gauzy blouse, but no bra. I saw her eyes widen a bit as she stared at the woman’s full heavy breasts.

Although it was clearly evident from the way Rebecca’s nipples firmly protruded through her tank top, I stopped in front of her and asked, “Did you do as I requested and get rid of your bra, my dear?”

“Yes, Miss Leslie, I did.” Her voice was barely audible.

“Show us.”

Rebecca looked up nervously, and glanced back and forth at me and the others. I nodded, tilting my head toward her. A small smile quivered at the sides of her mouth as she peeled off the top, handing it to me. Her erect nipples seemed to surge, pointing just a little towards the outsides of her pert teen tits.

“Very nice, my pet.”

After turning her slowly around to let everyone see, I hooked a finger under Rebecca’s black velvet collar and gently pulled her face to mine. She tilted her mouth up to me, closing her eyes, and I felt her lips moving hungrily as my tongue probed hers. We shared a long, open kiss, with moaning and heavy breathing, with tongues sliding back and forth, heads tilting this way and that, until the abundant wetness dripped from our mouths onto her chest. I stood back and scooped a bit onto my fingers, sliding it upwards over her tits and around her nipples until they shone with it.

I noticed that the younger ones were starting to stroke and caress each other as they watched, and I suggested that since our guest had been so nice as to show herself to us, perhaps we should do likewise. I heard Rebecca’s intake of breath as all four girls happily took off their t-shirts. Then I walked her over to where Amy and Kim-Ly were sitting.

“Amy’s are much like yours, aren’t they, Becks?” I said. “Except Amy’s might be just a little bit larger, hmmm?” She nodded. “And look at the darling Kim-Ly, who is just so ready to sprout. But never fear. Her dark eraser-tip nipples are every bit as sensitive, aren’t they, Kim-Ly?”

The strikingly beautiful youngest one giggled and nodded to us, using both hands to tug at her stiff nipples, while I stood behind Rebecca, reaching around to cup and fondle her for the girls to see. After a few moments, we moved on toward Juli and Tracy in the bean bag chair.

“You saw Juli’s this morning, my pet, but now you get to see a delightfully different pair, Tracy’s. Wouldn’t you like to taste them?”

Tracy stood up and stepped forward without hesitation, her cone-shaped titties firmly jutting outward, as if begging for the tongue I offered. I felt a shudder in Rebecca’s body as she leaned forward and licked first one small brown tit, then the other, closing her mouth over Tracy’s nipples and pulling, then bobbing her head to take more, then pulling back to the end of her nipple.

The room was supercharged with erotic energy with each new “introduction” of Rebecca’s body close up. When we got to Anita, who had removed her blouse to free her full round breasts, Rebecca licked her lips and began to caress her own nipples.

I held her back a step. “It seems to me that you are just a bit overdressed, Becks,” I intoned. “I can see that you are very much intrigued with my lovely friend Anita, but first you will take off that skirt.”

Rebecca quickly unsnapped the waistband and let her skirt drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, left in nothing but her sandals and the tiniest thong panties.

“Such a good girl you are today, my sweet.” I slapped her on the ass, one smack, not hard, but enough for the sound to be heard. “You remember how much I adore your naked bottom, and you chose to show it off, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Miss Leslie,” she responded, wiggling it and reaching back to feel her own round bottom. “I remember.”

“I see that even though you are wearing a very small thong, my dear, you have some beautiful brown curls decorating your pussy. Most of the rest of us are pretty bare, aren’t we?”

I glanced around at the other girls, who nodded in reply to my statement. They were watching this performance wide-eyed while caressing themselves and each other. Then I said, “Bring me your panties, Becks.”

By this time I had taken off most of my own clothes, leaving them on the floor. I was sitting in the middle of the couch, clad only in my panties. Anita sat on an arm of the couch, topless, holding her slightly dripping breasts in her hands and licking the drops of milk from her fingers as they formed, slowly but repeatedly.

The obedient Rebecca stripped out of her little panties and brought them to me. I hung them on my left nipple as a decoration and cupped my mound, which was already beginning to dampen from the naughty behavior of my willing teenage servant.

“Whose pet girl are you, Becks?”

“I’m YOUR pet girl, Miss Leslie.

“Whose pussy is that under those sweet brown curls, Becks?”

“It is YOUR pussy, Miss Leslie, whenever you want it.”

Another quick look around the room revealed some giggles, some whispering, and lots of hands inside panties, moving sensuously. I let my eyes run up and down Rebecca’s slim nude body, then reached out toward her.

“Spread,” I simply said, and she immediately moved her feet wider apart.

My hand gripped her vulva, and I heard a sharp intake of breath from the girl as I dragged one finger upwards between her moist lips. I combed the muff above her slit with my fingers, tugging slightly, feeling the texture.

“So soft, my darling. Do you like the way it feels when you masturbate?”

Blushing, she answered almost inaudibly, “Yes, I do.”

“You do what? Tell the girls what you it is you like.”

Rebecca turned her head towards the girls and croaked, in a louder voice, “I like the feel of my pussy hair when I masturbate.”

“I think they might want to feel what it is like for themselves, my dear, since most of us here have very little, or none. They’re so accustomed to feeling smooth bare skin around their sexy young lips. Go to each of them and let them feel you.”

Rebecca strode across the room, not hiding her nakedness in any way. I could tell from the wetness in my palm that she was extremely aroused by being made to do such naughty things in front of the girls, yet her eyes continued to linger on Anita’s body as she went.

She stopped in front of Juli and Tracy first, taking a wide and inviting stance. They both reached out eagerly to feel her, their fingers exploring as they touched her together and looked at each other with excited eyes.

“Is she wet, my darlings?” I asked them, and after more probing movements of their hands, they nodded vigorously.

“Wipe some of it onto your beautiful girl tits, and then, when you’re ready, you might want to show Rebecca what you look like without your panties as well.”

Juli and Tracy were happy to comply, coating their nipples with juice from Rebecca’s pussy, then slipping out of their panties and sitting with their legs spread wide open for her.

“Do you like seeing their young pussies, Becks? They look like you looked when I first met you, don’t they?”

She nodded without saying anything.

“All right, time to move on,” I told her. She moved to stand in front of Amy and Kim-Ly, who had already stripped themselves bare.

“I didn’t hear your answer, my horny wet girl. When you wear the collar, don’t forget whose slut you are.”

“Yes, Miss Leslie. I, umm… I do love seeing their smooth young pussies, without any hair. It gets me very excited.”

Kim-Ly was actually trembling a little, looking nervous, but Amy held her and whispered to her as they both reached out to comb and caress the teenager’s soft brunette muff and then probe between her labia with their fingers. Rebecca stood with legs spread wide, visibly shaking, her body churning with lewd excitement as an eleven-year-old girl and a thirteen-year-old girl groped her sex.

In the meantime, I had removed my panties and began caressing my swollen pussy lips. When Rebecca turned towards me again, I beckoned once, and she quickly crossed the room.

“Sit,” I commanded, after turning her to face away from me. She slumped onto my lap with her legs spread wide across my thighs, open to all.

“You have been such a naughty obedient girl, sweet Becks, just as I like you to be. So, I have a little reward for you. Would you like to taste the milk you’ve seen seeping from Anita’s full woman tits?”

I heard a little gasp as she nodded and mumbled, “Yes, yes… oh, please may I taste her milk?”

Anita grinned as she stepped forward, now naked as well, and stood in front of us. Leaning over, she placed her hands on the back of the couch, then moved her shoulders in a teasing way, her heavy breasts swaying back and forth in Rebecca’s face. I heard a moan from the girl as she trembled on my lap.

“No hands, Becks,” I ordered. “Use your fingers to open your soaked pussy for the younger ones to see. Show them how an older girl fucks herself.”

Juli, Amy, Tracy and Kim-Ly all edged in closer, kneeling on the floor near us with an clear view of Anita’s round ass and Rebecca’s pussy just above my own. Anita leaned in more as she continued to sway, so that her nipples slid back and forth across Rebecca’s nose, and then went a bit lower, allowing the anxious girl to briefly capture one nipple, then the other, then the first again, and finally to latch on, mewing and gurgling as she suckled the aroused lactating adult.

“Is she fucking herself properly, Juli?” I asked. “Is she pushing her fingers deep inside her wet cunt?” Even as the words came out of my mouth, I realized I was reaching another level of arousal, and my dirty language showed it.

“Oh my god!!” Juli and Amy exclaimed at the same time. Then Juli added, “You should see her using three fingers inside, Aunt Leslie, fucking herself so deep and fast!”

“Have Kim-Ly put a finger in alongside Rebecca’s,” I croaked, my voice hoarse with the lust I felt.

It was obvious that my words, along with the addition of Kim-Ly’s finger, only urged my pet Becks further on. I heard moaning and slurping noises as she worked even harder on Anita’s tits, milk running out the side of her mouth, over her ribs and onto mine. Another minute went by, with increasing sounds of pleasure coming from all the girls, until Rebecca suddenly gave a shrill squeal, letting go of Anita’s nipple and throwing her head back against my shoulder.

“Goood girl!!” I praised, as she shook in my arms. “Come for me, darling pet. Make your pussy spasm for the girls. Make it flow all over your hand so they see how it drips when your teen cunt explodes. They can all see you, darling… they can all see you fucking yourself for them. You love it, don’t you… you love being their wicked naughty slut with your fingers deep inside your cunt!”

“Yes!! Yes!!” she cried, her eyes squeezed shut, her hot young body shuddering in climax.

I seldom would use such nasty words, especially in front of the girls, but I knew my pet Becks very well, what she liked — and I had also begun to lose some of my self-control, with my own heat growing as her shapely ass ground into the top of my mound.

She had barely stopped gasping for air when I moved my mouth to her ear and said, loud enough for the other girls to hear, “Now, wicked one, it is my turn… tongue.”

Rebecca first turned her face toward mine and opened her mouth, extending her tongue for me to lick and suck on with my lips. Drool fell onto my chest as we wrestled mouth against mouth for several moments. Then she slid from my lap onto the floor, crouching between my open legs.

As Anita stepped back, licking her lips while pinching and pulling her own nipples, I scooted forward a bit so that my rear hung just on the edge of the couch, and spread my feet as wide apart as I could. Making eye contact with Tracy and Kim-Ly while patting the couch served as an invitation, and the two sisters jumped up to squeeze in close to me, one on either side, their legs tucked under them.

“Juli and Amy, you come in closer too, little darlings.”

Smiling excitedly, the two knelt on the floor just inside each knee, flanking the older girl, their hands warm on my thighs. Looking at the eager young faces surrounding me, I told them, “I want you to learn a new lesson today, about using your tongue the way a beautiful sexy pet knows how to do.”

Already breathing harder, I used my fingers to spread the saliva that remained on my chest over my tits, coating them, making them slippery, feeling my nipples respond, growing firm under my touch. Then my hand caressed the side of Rebecca’s face, her ear, and her hair, gently signaling for her to begin.

She started with the insides of my upper thighs, one side and then the other, sucking just enough to pull the skin away a bit, enough to know that I could feel her mouth. Looking up into my eyes, then back at my cunt, the teen moved in a little more, her mouth covering the visibly taught tendon on either side of my crotch, licking it, licking the hollow spot just under it, letting little noises gurgle in her throat, showing her pleasure at giving pleasure to me.

“Oh… oh, look,” Kim-Ly said to no one in particular as Rebecca opened her mouth wide and lowered it directly over my vulva, covering it entirely.

I jumped a little and my belly clenched as the girl’s cheeks hollowed and moved. It was obvious that she was licking me, probing me, tasting and exploring all of my sex with her mouth and tongue. Panting with lust, I pulled the sisters’ legs open, cupping their bare young pussies with my hands, feeling them spread wide to accept my touch.

Rebecca pulled back just enough for everyone to see as her tongue moved slowly upwards, wide and flat, pushing my soaked, engorged pussy lips aside, then keeping them apart with her fingers to isolate my inner lips and the protruding tip of my clit.

“Yessssss…” I hissed, lifting my hips. “Just like that, good little pet. Fuck Miss Leslie’s cunt with your tongue.”

Gleefully, almost giggling, Rebecca continued working at it, sliding her warm wet mouth down to plunge her tongue inside my vagina, fucking me deeply, then licking upwards again, ending each move with a flick across the tip of my rosy clit.

I could hear Tracy and Kim-Ly moaning in excitement, and felt the girls pushing their little mounds up against my hands, begging for more. Although it was difficult to focus on anything but what Rebecca was doing to me, I managed to slip a finger inside each of them, fucking their sweet juicy pussies while I watched the teenager devour my cunt.

Sliding a bit lower, I pulled my knees back, tipping my hips upwards to expose myself totally. “Now, everywhere,” I gasped to Rebecca, and without hesitation my pet lowered her mouth to my bottom hole and licked, over and over, then buried her face in me, probing with her tongue, twisting and rimming until I could hardly stand the sensation.

Glancing quickly at Amy and Juli, I saw that their pretty faces were shiny with sweat, cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly as they panted in arousal. The movements of their bodies suggested they were probably masturbating, though I couldn’t tell for sure.

“Now, my fucking hot little slut girl,” I hissed at Rebecca, “make me wet you. Do it!”

With a nod, she moved upwards again, licking the sides of my slit, then captured my clit with her lips, closing over it, sucking, holding tight with pressure to tug it outward as her tongue lashed back and forth. At the same time, she slid two fingers into my vagina and curled them, scraping across the top of my inner walls, fucking me faster and faster, harder and harder — until I felt the storm surging up from deep inside and bucked my hips against her face.

“Ahhhhhh… godddd yesssssssss… ahhhhhhh… fuckkkkkkkk!!!”

I felt a jolt, a sudden spasm, and held my legs wide apart, screaming in ecstasy while sprays of juicy girl cum squirted out onto Rebecca’s face and into her hand, dripping onto the floor.

There were crazed sounds from the younger girls as they watched this happen not just once, but a second time and then a third time, witnessing a spectacle that perhaps they’d heard of but never seen — a woman squirting again and again from her pussy as her lover licks and sucks and fingers her.

At last I was spent, though my pet seventeen-year-old beauty would not let go until I finally pushed her away, trying to catch my breath and allow my body to relax, closing my eyes to rest while wiping tears of passion from my cheeks. Around me I heard sighs and moans and murmured expressions of amazement.

After partially regaining my composure, I opened my eyes and half whispered, half spoke, “Anyone else? She’s very, very good.”

Juli, of course, my ever-naughtier precious Juli, eagerly nodded. With Kim-Ly getting up to make room for her, Juli plopped next to me on the couch and spread her slender legs.

I reached over to caress my darling niece’s smooth bare mound. “Here she is, Becks. What are you waiting for?”

Obediently, and with glazed eyes, Rebecca moved between Juli’s thighs and began licking, following a progression much like what she’d done for me. Juli had been rubbing herself the whole time she was watching, apparently, as it didn’t take long at all for her to scream out in orgasm, unafraid of who might hear.

While Juli recovered, Amy sat down beside her, spreading her legs. Rebecca quickly moved to the next one, diving into Amy’s labia, licking furiously, probing with her tongue, and hungrily swallowing.

Amy’s orgasm soon overtook her. Tracy was next in line, with the youngest, Kim-Ly, trying her best to squeeze in next to her. The sisters clutched at each other, kissing deeply and wetly while Rebecca pried the Asian girl’s darker lips open and began licking her.

As I stood up to provide more room for them on the couch, I asked, “How do you like the taste of such young pussy, Becks?”

She looked up at me, a glow in her cheeks — or was it the sheen of girl pussy juice? “I love it,” she grinned. “I love each one. They’re all so different, all so smooth and bare and… ”

“… and so naughty, so eager to learn about sex, aren’t they, just like you when you were so young.” I finished her sentence for her, and she nodded, then went back to work on Tracy.

Anita was standing nearby, naked and masturbating while she watched the action. I stepped over to her and perched on the arm of the couch, reaching a hand between her legs to feel her wetness.

“Mmm,” she sighed, moving closer to me. Her breasts were in front of my face. I flicked my tongue over a nipple, tasting the milk that oozed from the tip.

“She ate your pussy like a pro,” Anita smiled, nodding toward Rebecca, “and she doesn’t seem to want to stop.”

“You’re right, my little slut girl totally loves pussy. She can never get enough.”

Just as I was saying that, Tracy started coming. Anita and I watched the slim thirteen-year-old cry out, throwing her head back, while Rebecca sucked and fucked her. I shoved two fingers into Anita’s cunt. She was very wet, hot and slippery inside.

Anita groaned in pleasure, and I felt her hips begin to roll, faster and more urgently — especially as we saw Rebecca finally move down to the youngest child, Kim-Ly. The teenager licked and sucked and panted and gulped and bobbed her head rapidly, her tongue lashing at the tiny girl’s barely pubescent smooth pussy.

Tracy held her little sister close, nuzzling and kissing her and giving her encouragement, while fondling Kim-Ly’s flat chest, plucking at her pointed nipples. Beside them on the couch, Juli and Amy were kissing deeply, hands working between each other’s legs. It was an orgy of underage lesbian sex.

“Ohhh my god, they’re all so HOT like that!” Anita exclaimed, cradling her tit and pushing it into my mouth. “Do it, lover, suck me hard! Fuck me and make me come!”

Rebecca took Kim-Ly’s thin legs in her hands, pushing them up and back, then drove her tongue deep into the girl’s puckered star, while at the same time rapidly strumming two fingers over her clitty.

Kim-Ly wailed and lifted her hips up, then down, then up again, straining to contain all these new feelings. Tracy urged, “That’s right, my little meo con, come for me! Let go!” She covered her sister’s mouth with her own and the girls locked themselves in the pleasure moment as Kim-Ly burst into climax.

“Fuck yeah!!!” Anita cried.

I tasted a renewed flow of warm milk from my totally aroused friend and felt her inside channel grow even more slippery. In a flash my fingers were coated with the hot goo of woman orgasm and she pulled me tightly against her, skin to skin while she came.

Long, quiet moments went by before Rebecca crawled over to sit before me, on her knees, like a cat waiting to be praised. I leaned down and took her face in my hands, pulling it toward me, licking the mixed tastes of all those girls from her cheeks. We kissed, and the tangy fluids she had licked and swallowed were still evident in her mouth.

Coming up for air, I whispered, “You were spectacular, my beautiful pet. And I see you have a strong desire for smooth young bare pussy along with older woman pussy… isn’t that so?”

As she smiled and nodded, I drew her to her feet, enfolding her in a warm hug. We kissed once more, tenderly, and then our foreheads rested on one another’s, fingers tracing arms, shoulders, ribs, breasts, cheeks, wherever we could reach to softly caress, letting each other know that it was all okay, that what we had done was equally desired, and that surely it would happen again.

By then, it was late in the afternoon. Rebecca told us she had to go soon, that she was expected to join her mother and father for dinner that evening with her grandparents. She got dressed, then said goodbye to everyone, sharing hugs and kisses. As she was heading out the door, I reminded her to take off the velvet collar before seeing her family. She nodded and giggled, blowing me a kiss.

After she departed, the ensuing discussion took many turns, from Rebecca’s self masturbation for us to watch, to her obedience and submission, to the amazing oral pleasure the girls had all received, as well as the many earlier things our “girls’ club” experience had brought us in the past day and a half.

With solemn pledges that nothing of this was to be shared with anyone except ourselves, ever, cross our hearts and hope to die, we all joined in cleaning up and packing up before beginning the long trek back into a more restrained world. What we’d done was a secret, but the secret was ours. Winks and knowing grins and sly licking of lips would abound when we were in places where we couldn’t talk openly, and always the thought that there would be new adventures lay firmly in our minds.

Chapter 13 is coming soon!

By Amanda Lynn

On Sunday, Lisa and Charlie slept in, their usual practice. It was getting close to noon by the time Lisa finished her shower and poured her first cup of coffee. Sitting at the breakfast nook, she sipped from her mug while checking her email.

When the clock ticked 12:00, Lisa yelled, “Charlie — get your butt out of bed! We need to be at Marcy’s in a couple hours.”

After a few minutes of silence, she heard sounds of life from down the hall. Charlie soon appeared from around the corner wearing only a short tee shirt. Lisa glanced down at the girl’s beautiful bald pussy. During the past year Charlie had started to grow a bit more hair, but then decided that because Lisa preferred being smooth, she should be too. Lisa hadn’t realized before how erotic shaving another girl’s pubic hair could be.

Charlie’s movements were sluggish as she made her way over to Lisa. With closed eyes, she raised her chin slightly and puckered her lips. Lisa gave her a quick kiss.

“Good morning, birthday girl. I was going to make scrambled eggs and toast for, well, brunch, considering the time — so go have a quick shower and don’t take all day,” Lisa said, swatting the girl’s bare bottom.

“Ouch! Still kinda sore from yesterday,” Charlie mumbled as she rubbed her bum and slogged off toward the bathroom.

“Sorry, sweetie. I’ll put some more lotion on you when you’re done showering.”

Lisa had just placed their brunch in the warming drawer of the oven when she heard the bathroom door open. She walked to the hall where she found Charlie wrapped in a towel, a bottle of lotion in her hand. Lisa followed the girl into her bedroom.

“Lay down on your belly, sweetie,” Lisa instructed as Charlie handed the bottle to her.

Charlie dropped her towel and flopped down on the bed, naked. She crossed her arms and lay her head on them. Lisa looked at Charlie’s bum. It wasn’t as red as it had been the day before, and there were no welts. Lisa sat on the unmade bed and leaned down, placing little kisses all over the girl’s bottom. Charlie breathed a contented sigh.

Lisa squeezed some lotion on her hands and then gently applied it to the smooth pink flesh. Charlie gasped and jerked at the feel of the cool cream touching her. Lisa gently massaged the lotion onto Charlie’s bum. She softly caressed each cheek, then let a finger dip into the crack and over her pucker. Charlie responded with a grunt as she lifted her hips up. She spread her legs slightly while Lisa continued to play her hands over the soft flesh.

Lisa slid her hand down lower between Charlie’s legs, over her opening, and into the folds of her labia. Charlie let out a long slow moan. Her hips pushed up again, her legs opening wider. Lisa took her hand away and wiped the lotion from her fingers with the towel Charlie had dropped. Then she again pushed her fingers through Charlie’s folds and into her core, hearing the girl gasp. After fucking her briefly, in and out a few strokes, Lisa withdrew her hand and brought her fingers to her mouth. She tasted Charlie’s sweet juices.

“My god,” said Lisa, “you’re soaked. Are you ever not horny?”

Charlie just groaned as she humped her own hand that she’d shoved down between her legs. Lisa watched as Charlie pushed a finger inside, fucking herself. Mmm, so desirable. Who could resist a 13-year-old girl in heat?

“Roll over,” Lisa ordered.

Charlie turned over, a hand still on her pussy, working vigorously. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. She was panting. Lisa grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She got down on her knees and spread Charlie’s legs, pausing for a few seconds to watch the girl masturbate. Such an incredibly erotic sight.

Lisa kissed the inside of Charlie’s thighs, slowly moving toward her goal. Gently pushing Charlie’s hands away, she kissed her pussy, then licked and sucked her labia, as Charlie moaned loudly. Lisa ran her tongue up the center of her sweet wet slit, without yet touching her clit. Then she brought her mouth back down and circled the young girl’s opening with her tongue.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Charlie cried, grabbing at the bedsheets.

As she continued to circle Charlie’s delicious pink opening with her tongue, Lisa placed the thumb of one hand on the girl’s clit. She rubbed slowly as Charlie thrust her hips up in response. Suddenly Lisa’s tongue plunged into Charlie’s opening. She fucked Charlie with her tongue as she massaged her clit.

Charlie bucked and squirmed. “Yes! Yes! You’re gonna make me come!” she screamed.

Lisa moved her mouth back up to Charlie’s clit. Using the flat of her tongue she lapped at the swollen nub like a dog in desperate need of water. Charlie cried out and grabbed Lisa’s head, mashing her pussy into her face. Opening her lips wide, Lisa covered Charlie’s sex, hungrily sucking and moaning into her pussy. She used the tip of her tongue to flick Charlie’s sensitive clit and then, as Charlie came, she found a surge of juices filling her mouth.

“Fuucckk!” Charlie screamed long and loud. Her back arched and her whole body stiffened. Even her toes curled as waves of pure rapture flooded her senses.

With her mouth still held tightly in place, Lisa swallowed a couple of times. She could actually feel the pulsing of Charlie’s sex under her lips and tongue. After a few more seconds, the girl finally began to relax and released Lisa’s head from her grip.

Getting to her feet, Lisa smiled as she licked the tasty juices from her lips. Then she leaned down and kissed Charlie softly on the mouth.

“Mmmm,” the girl sighed.

“Happy Birthday, sweetie,” Lisa whispered. “Now go wash up again, then come have brunch.”

“Okay. And thanks — that was a fantastic birthday present,” said Charlie, a huge grin on her face.

After both had finished freshening up, they ate and chatted while looking at the Sunday paper, then got dressed for the party.

By mid-afternoon they were out the door and on their way to Marcy’s house. As they pulled into the driveway, they found the twins out on the doorstep, jumping up and down and waving.

Holly and Ivy are remarkably stunning girls, one a blonde, the other with raven hair. Though a few months younger than Charlie, they were a couple of inches taller than her. Today they were dressed in identical short-shorts and midriff tops, setting off their scrumptious slender bodies.

Lisa smiled as she gazed at them, as visions of the pair having sex with Charlie flashed through her mind. Wouldn’t that be something to see! Before Charlie had come into Lisa’s life, it wasn’t uncommon for her to fantasize about the twins while she masturbated, dreaming about kissing and touching them. She had never acted on those urges when she was near the girls, though. But now, with this new revelation of Marcy’s incestuous activities, things may have changed for the better.

“Mmm, they look good enough to eat,” Lisa mused.

Charlie looked at her. “Oh, they are, believe me,” she smirked.

“You’re so bad.” Lisa shook her head. “But… I may just have to find that out for myself.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” Lisa winked at Charlie, then opened the car door.

They greeted the twins with hugs and kisses before heading into the house. Marcy was in the kitchen just putting her specialty, homemade lasagna, into the oven when Lisa walked in. Charlie and the twins had disappeared toward the basement family room as soon as Charlie was through the door.

“Hey! You’re here,” Marcy said as the two friends hugged.

“That I am. Can I help with anything?”

“You could crack open a bottle of wine if you like.”

“What an excellent idea,” Lisa said, reaching for the door to the fridge.

She grabbed a bottle and as she removed the cork, Marcy placed two glasses on the counter. Lisa poured the wine, and they toasted each other. “Cheers,” they said in unison as their glasses clinked together.

The two women sat in the kitchen and chatted, killing a bottle of wine while the young girls amused themselves downstairs. As they drank and talked, Lisa studied Marcy’s features more closely… her lovely blue eyes, the gentle rise of her cheek bones, the soft curve of her jaw, the ways her lips would curl at the edges when she smiled. Lisa found herself frequently making subtle contact with her friend… a gentle touch on the forearm, a brush of the fingertips across her hand.

Until yesterday, any relationship other than what they had was not an option. For that matter, until yesterday Lisa wasn’t even sure if Marcy was gay or not. Even after all the years they’d known each other, Marcy had never given any indication of what her love life was like. She’d never mentioned going on dates or seeing anyone. Lisa had guessed that Marcy just wanted keep that part of her life private, and she respected that.

As they were opening their second bottle of wine, the stove buzzed. While Marcy took the lasagna out of the oven, then started preparing a tossed green salad, Lisa went to the top of the basement stairs and called the girls up to eat.

The five of them sat at the dining room table and talked and laughed and ate. Everyone was having a great time. Once the meal was done, Lisa and Marcy cleared the table. Marcy then brought out a big frosted chocolate cake from its hiding place, lit the candles, and carried it over to the table. They all sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to Charlie and then she blew out the candles in one go. Everyone cheered.

The cake was cut, and pieces were passed around. Vanilla ice cream was scooped on top. After everyone had their fill, the table was cleared once again. Marcy and the twins gave Charlie the presents they’d bought for her: the latest music CD of her favorite group from Holly and Ivy, and a photo album from Marcy, the first couple of pages already filled with photos Marcy had taken of Charlie and twins over the past year.

“Thank you guys, so much. These are just awesome!” Charlie said, as she hugged each of them.

“There’s one more thing for you to open, sweetie,” Lisa said, handing Charlie a legal-size manila envelope with a pink bow stuck to it.

Frowning, Charlie opened the envelope and pulled out a thick document. She looked at Lisa with a puzzled expression.

“Read the front page. Out loud,” Lisa directed.

“In the matter of… the adoption of Charlene…” Charlie stopped reading, and just stared at those words.

When at last she did look up at Lisa, tears were streaming down her face. She ran to the woman, throwing her arms around her.

Holding Charlie tight, her own tears flowing freely, Lisa managed to say, “If you will let me, Charlie, it would make me so happy to call you my daughter, and to let the whole world know it.” She glanced at Marcy and the twins. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes! I love you so much,” Charlie paused for just a moment, then added, “Mommy.”

Lisa’s heart melted. The two kissed on the lips, then hugged tightly again, and this time Marcy and her daughters joined in, everyone hugging, kissing, laughing, shedding tears of joy. The sounds of sniffles and giggles filled the air.

When all the hugs and congratulations were done, their eyes finally dried, Charlie and the twins headed down to the rec room once more as Marcy and Lisa tended to the mess in the kitchen.

“I’m just so happy for you and Charlie,” Marcy said, as the last of the dirty dishes disappeared into the dishwasher.

“Thanks,” smiled Lisa, pouring yet another glass of wine for both of them. She took a sip and gazed at Marcy, who was wiping the kitchen counter with a rag. Her eyes drifted down the length of the woman’s body to her shapely ass.

Lisa wasn’t sure if it was the wine talking or not, but she felt that all too familiar sensation between her legs. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, shivering with arousal. After taking another, longer sip, she licked her lips, then got up from her chair and walked to Marcy, standing close behind her.

As Lisa set her wine glass down on the counter, her breasts touched Marcy’s back. Leaning still closer, she brushed the hair away from the nape of the woman’s neck and inhaled her scent.

Marcy stiffened. “Lisa, what…?”

With her lips ever so gently brushing against Marcy’s skin, Lisa said, “I’ve always been attracted to you, as long as I’ve known you. I wasn’t sure you were into women… and girls, though, not until yesterday.” She kissed her friend’s neck, her lips lingering, tongue teasing, her hands seductively stroking the other woman’s flanks.

Marcy continued to face the sink. Unmoving, but with her breath coming faster.

“You’re my best friend,” Lisa said, as she continued nuzzling Marcy’s neck, planting soft little kisses, licking and nibbling. “But now I want more than that.” She pressed her crotch against Marcy’s bum, pushing hard. “I think maybe you do too.”

Lisa knew she was running the risk of ruining their friendship. If it all went wrong, maybe she could blame the wine.

“Well, but, I…”

Ignoring Marcy’s feeble objections, Lisa went on, “There’s one more thing, something I didn’t tell you on the phone yesterday, but maybe should have. You see, the truth is, I’ve been making love to Charlie for months now, the same as you have been with Holly and Ivy.”

Marcy turned around to face her friend. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide. She said nothing, but nodded slightly.

“Did you… know about that?” Lisa asked.

After a pause, Marcy shook her head. “No, I didn’t know, but… I’ll be honest, I suspected it. There was just sort of something between you, kind of a, a sexual chemistry, I guess.”

“Mm-hm,” Lisa cocked her head, giving a saucy grin, “something like the ‘sexual chemistry’ between you and your daughters?”

Marcy blushed deeply, while letting out a nervous giggle. The women looked into each other’s eyes. It was quiet for several seconds, tension building between them.

Finally, Marcy took a deep breath and said, “Umm. Wow. Gotta say, my stomach is doing flip-flops here. Yesterday I thought you might have me thrown in jail, and now — you’re seducing me.”

Lisa smiled as she stroked Marcy’s cheek with the back of her hand. “I can stop if I’m making you uncomfortable, if you don’t want this. We haven’t crossed any lines yet. We can just forget it ever happened.”

Tilting her head, Marcy squeezed Lisa’s hand between her face and shoulder. “No, I didn’t say that. I don’t want you to stop. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

Lisa’s smile widened.

Marcy felt the heat rising in her face as she brought her own hand up and caressed Lisa’s cheek. “I’ve always… been very attracted to you too. But you’re my boss, so you were off limits, or at least I thought so, until now.” After swallowing, she added in a hoarse whisper, “And, um, now that all our secrets are out…”

“Uh-huh,” Lisa nodded, her eyes hooded with lust. “Now that we both know what we really like…”

They held each other’s gaze for a moment, hands on one another’s cheeks, chests rising and falling.

Very very slowly, Lisa leaned in, until their lips barely touched. They closed their eyes. Breathing each other’s air, and the effects of the wine, and the admission of their mutual sexual activities with the little girls made for a euphoric sensation. Their skin prickled and their pulses quickened.

Lisa sucked Marcy’s bottom lip into her mouth as she ran her fingertips along her bare forearms. Marcy shivered with a nervous expectation. Their mouths opened, and their tongues began to explore.

Marcy was pinned against the counter, with Lisa’s thigh was pressing into her crotch. Lisa gently moved her leg as she kissed Marcy’s neck and nibbled on her ear. Marcy moaned longingly, her hands now roaming over Lisa’s back, tugging at the tail of her shirt, freeing it from her blue jeans. Then she reached down and grabbed Lisa’s ass, pulling upward. The increase of friction against her pussy caused her to gasp.

The women both were panting now, lips wet with saliva. They looked into one another’s eyes for a moment, then kissed again as hands fumbled with buttons in an eager rush to rid each other of their shirts. No sooner had the shirts hit the floor than Lisa had Marcy’s slacks open, and a hand down inside her panties. Marcy was soaked. Lisa pushed her fingers through her folds. Marcy groaned and thrust her hips forward.

Lisa pulled her hand out and sucked the juices from her fingers. “Mmm, so nice,” she murmured.

Marcy giggled. Feeling drunk on both wine and passion, she eagerly pushed Lisa’s bra up, exposing her tits, and began to fondle them, pinching and pulling the nipples. Lisa shoved her hand back into Marcy’s panties, groping.

“Fuck yes,” Marcy urged, as she felt Lisa’s fingers on her clit. Her hips bucked against Lisa’s hand.

Lisa kissed her again, shoving her tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together as Lisa fingered her friend.

Marcy could feel an orgasm gradually building deep inside her. She moaned, trying to spread her legs wider apart, although that was difficult to do standing up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, okay?” Marcy panted, breaking the kiss.

Smiling, Lisa pulled her hand out again and licked her fingers. “Lead the way.”

As they headed down the hall, Lisa finished removing her bra, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Then suddenly she stopped, grabbing Marcy’s arm, bringing her to a halt.

They were near the top of the stairs that led down to the family room. Both women could hear the distinctive sounds filtering up from below of young girls enjoying lustful lesbian sex. They looked at one another. Lisa pulled Marcy toward the steps.

“Wait,” said Marcy, “we can’t.”

“Why not? I fuck Charlie, you fuck the twins, the girls all fuck each other, and you and I are gonna fuck. So what’s the problem?” Lisa asked.

“I, umm, well…”

Marcy couldn’t believe this was happening. The notion of having sex with young Charlie was not alien to her. She had masturbated many times, in fact, to enticing thoughts of that. And just last night, after Lisa had told her she was okay with Charlie and the twins having sex with each other, Marcy had given herself a fantastic orgasm while visualizing what she had witnessed when she walked in on the three girls naked together, kissing and touching. But could they really take the next step? Should they?

“What? Don’t you want to fuck Charlie?” said Lisa, a gleam in her eye. “You do, don’t you? I know I want to fuck your girls. I have for years.”

Marcy gazed down the staircase, listening, trying to make up her mind.

“Come on, let’s get rid of these clothes and join them,” Lisa said, as she undid her jeans and pushed them down along with her panties.

Nodding, Marcy thought to herself, well, why not?

“You’re right,” she said with a naughty grin, “that would be so damn hot.” She quickly pushed down her own slacks and panties, stepping out of them, then removed her bra. Now both nude, the women took one another’s hands and started down.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they were standing behind a sofa. The rec room was spacious and easily accommodated the sofa plus a love seat and two armchairs, loosely arranged in the shape of a horseshoe, with a game table at the far end.

The kids were lying on top of a large comforter in the center of the floor. They were all three naked, of course, enjoying each other’s pussies in a daisy chain — Charlie was licking Holly, who was licking Ivy, who was licking Charlie — and were totally oblivious to the arrival of the adults.

Leaning toward them, with her hands on the back of the sofa, Lisa called, “Hey, you guys! Can we play too?”

The girls jumped at the sound of Lisa’s voice, and looked up in bewilderment. Marcy stood beside Lisa, arm in arm, head resting on her shoulder, smiling happily.

After a second, Charlie said to the twins, “I told you something was up. Didn’t I?”

As the women stepped around the furniture, with Lisa taking a seat on the sofa and Marcy on the loveseat, the kids got up and went to their moms. Charlie sat down on Lisa’s lap, giving her a hug and kissing her cheek.

“Charlie, honey,” said Lisa, “would you be okay if Marcy and me joined in?”

“Well, yeah,” the girl replied, nodding eagerly, “I think that would be awesome.”

“We do too,” Holly and Ivy chimed in unison.

Lisa slid her hand from Charlie’s shoulder onto her chest, caressing her pert little tits, playing with the nipples. “In case you haven’t figured it out yet,” she said to the twins, “Charlie and I make love with each other, just like you two do with your mom.”

The twins looked at their mother, then back to Lisa and Charlie. They smiled and nodded their acknowledgment.

“Well, then, if there aren’t any questions, let the games begin,” Lisa said in her best announcer voice. “Except first I think we ought to switch partners.”

After giving Charlie a long passionate kiss, she sent her over to Marcy. Holly and Ivy moved to the sofa, sitting on each side of Lisa, grinning at her.

Lisa put hers arm around the beautiful twelve-year-old twins, admiring their pubescent bodies close up. For the first time, she saw the unique birthmarks Marcy had told her about. Holly had a star shape just above her left nipple and Ivy a crescent moon near her right nipple.

Licking her lips, Lisa told the girls, “You know, I’ve been wanting to do this, make love with you two, for a very long time.”

“Us too,” Ivy said with a giggle.

Lisa started by kissing Ivy, first just with tender little kisses on the lips, and then a bit more passionate. Lisa slid her tongue into the girl’s sweet mouth and explored it.

Holly was not going to wait for an invitation. Not long after Lisa began kissing her twin sister, the blonde bent down and took one of Lisa’s nipples into her mouth, tonguing and sucking on it. Reaching across to the other breast, she squeezed and twisted the erect nipple.

As she continued to hungrily kiss Ivy, Lisa found the young brunette’s budding breast with her right hand and began to caress it, fondling her puffy nipple, feeling it stiffen. Ivy moaned into Lisa’s mouth.

All three of them were breathing harder, starting to sweat. Ivy raked her nails across Lisa’s back as she sucked and bit her lower lip.

Lisa flinched. “Damn, Ivy,” she whimpered, “what are you doing to me?”

Holly moved to the floor. The lovely blonde girl was now on her knees pushing Lisa’s legs wide apart. She put her mouth over Lisa’s pussy and made a low guttural noise, almost demonic, as she lapped up her new lover’s juices. Holly continued to lick the full length of Lisa’s slit, avoiding the clit. She wanted to tease Lisa, drive her mad with lust.

As Lisa whined and pushed her hips at Holly, Ivy repositioned herself. She stood on the sofa, straddling Lisa, placing her still nearly bald mound, with just a scant trace of dark pubic hair, right in front of her face. Lisa could smell the young girl’s arousal, could see the juices glistening on her puffy lips.

Just before Ivy’s hot little body blocked her view, Lisa had been able to steal a glance over at Charlie, who was enjoying her own piece of paradise. She was propped up against the arm of the loveseat, legs spread open, pinching her own nipples. Marcy had her face buried in Charlie’s pussy, eagerly devouring it for all she was worth.

Lisa turned her attention back to the alluring sight in front of her. Putting her hands on the girl’s bottom, pulling her close, she kissed the smooth pink flesh as she flicked her tongue to get a taste of Ivy’s sweet juices.

Ivy groaned loudly. “Eat me!” she begged. Taking Lisa’s head in her hands, she began to hump her mouth. Lisa squeezed Ivy’s ass cheeks as she licked and sucked her lips and clit. She fucked the girl with her tongue while at the same time Holly took Lisa’s swollen clit into her mouth, sucking on it, bringing Lisa nearly over the top.

The room was again filled with the sounds of sex and the intoxicating aroma of feminine lust. Lisa heard a familiar cry from a few feet away as Charlie started coming. That sound must have triggered something in Ivy, as she was now hunched over, her body jerking in spasms as a new wave of juices flooded Lisa’s mouth.

Lisa’s own climax was very close. She was so on edge she almost couldn’t stand it. With Ivy sliding off her, collapsing in a heap on the sofa, Lisa suddenly seized Holly and pushed her down onto the comforter in the center of the floor. Turning around, she straddled the blonde girl’s head, positioning her dripping cunt over Holly’s mouth as she bent down to lick Holly’s equally juicy little pussy.

Lisa sucked Holly’s clit into her mouth as she pushed a finger into her core. Holly bucked and began to finger-fuck Lisa as she rubbed the woman’s clit. Both of them were panting hard as they felt their orgasms quickly building, swelling to a peak — then bursting out, sweeping through their bodies. Woman and girl cried out in mutual ecstasy.

When she’d regained her senses, Lisa rolled off Holly and turned around again, lying beside her, taking the child in her arms and kissing her. Ivy was soon on the floor with them. The three tangled together, hands caressing, tongues dancing from mouth to mouth.

Near them, on the loveseat, Marcy sat with legs spread wide apart, holding Charlie’s head in her hands, pulling the girl’s face into her sex. Charlie, kneeling on the floor, hungrily ate Marcy’s pussy, sucking and licking, her tongue and lips going everywhere, cheeks coated with the woman’s juices. She had a hand between her own legs, rapidly rubbing her clit as she licked Marcy.

Her head tilted back, a grimace on her face, Marcy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She held her breath, grunted once, twice, then screamed, “Fuck yes Charlie!” her body convulsing as she came hard in the girl’s mouth. Charlie began to twitch too as she brought herself to another thrilling orgasm.

After everyone had taken a few minutes to catch their breath, Lisa crawled to the loveseat, climbing up to sit beside Marcy. They smiled at another and shared a soft kiss. Then Lisa reached down and took hold of Charlie’s hand, pulling her into an embrace. They kissed. Lisa could taste Marcy’s juices on her adopted daughter’s lips.

“I love you so much, Charlie,” Lisa whispered, brushing some hair from her face.

“I love you too, Mom,” the girl replied with a giggle. “Saying ‘Mom’ is gonna take some getting used to. But I like saying it.”

“And I like hearing it,” Lisa smiled. “Now, why don’t you go play with Holly and Ivy some more, okay? Marcy and I have some… unfinished business of our own to attend to.” She winked at Marcy.

“Okay, sure,” said Charlie, giving Lisa another quick kiss on the lips before joining the twins on the floor.

“Whew…” Marcy took a deep breath and let it out, fanning her face. “That girl of yours has a very talented tongue.”

“That she does,” Lisa nodded. “That she does. So, how about you and I grab the wine and go to your bedroom? I think these three little nymphs can keep themselves amused.”

“You read my mind,” Marcy cooed, arching an eyebrow.

The women got to their feet, heading for the stairs. “Good night, girls,” they said.

Holly, Ivy, and Charlie were lying side by side on their backs on the comforter, competitively masturbating. “G’night,” they said in unison.

“Have fun!” called Charlie, and with a devilish grin added, “And Marcy, try not to wear my mother out, okay? I might need her later.”

“Okay,” Marcy laughed.

Charlie lay her head back down, a contented smile on her lips. She felt completely happy, the happiest she had been since her biological mother had died, maybe even before that. She rubbed her pussy, feeling that wonderful surge begin inside — but then remembered not to rub too fast. Some games were better not to win.

Lisa was extremely happy too. Ever since Charlie had come quite unexpectedly into her life, that nagging feeling that something was missing from it had begun to fade. And now it was gone. Charlie was her daughter, and that was the missing piece. Lisa felt whole.

Sighing contently, she took another sip of wine, then set the glass down and fell onto the bed. Marcy lay on top of her, their mouths fused in a passionate kiss.

 

**********

 

At 32 years old, Charlie was quite successful. That hadn’t been expected of her, but it wasn’t a surprise either. Her mother, Lisa, had taught her that a good education and hard work could bring you wealth. But living right, caring about others, and loving well would bring you happiness. Charlie had both.

She looked out of the floor to ceiling windows of her 20th story office at the city far below. It still made her smile, how tiny everything on the ground seemed. With a chuckle, she recalled how much in awe her 11-year-old self had been the first time she’d gazed out these windows, leaving the glass smudged from her fingers and nose.

A knock at the door interrupted her daydream. Charlie turned to see her assistant standing in the doorway.

“They’re ready for you, Charlie,” the young woman said.

“Thanks, Gail. I’ll be right there.”

After a quick freshening up, Charlie headed down the hall to the conference room. Normally when she entered the large room, the atmosphere would be calm and hushed, completely businesslike. Today, however, was an exception. Everyone was standing around chatting and laughing. Excitement filled the air.

It was the same group of people that normally haunted the hallways and offices, but today was special. They were here for a happy occasion. Charlie spotted Holly and Ivy standing off to the side of the room. She made her way over to them, greeting others as she passed by.

“Hi guys, glad you could make it,” Charlie said to her life partners, kissing them both on the lips.

The three had just finished building a new home together, and were about ready to move in. The twins, busy wrapping up some last-minute details, hadn’t been sure they would get to the office in time.

“We broke the speed limit,” Holly chuckled. “We didn’t want to miss this.”

“Definitely not,” agreed Ivy.

“Here they come!” Gail announced.

Everyone turned toward the door and watched as Lisa and Marcy came in. Lisa stopped at the head of the conference table with Marcy close by her side.

“Happy Birthday!” the whole group shouted and cheered.

Someone wheeled in a cart with a big cake on it, while another person pushed a second cart loaded with gifts. Charlie and the twins made their way over to their mothers.

“Happy Birthday, Mom,” said Charlie, giving Lisa a hug and a kiss.

“Happy Birthday, Mom,” both Holly and Ivy said as they hugged and kissed Lisa.

“Happy Birthday, my darling wife,” Marcy smiled, kissing her cheek, her arm locked in Lisa’s.

THE END

By Openmindedwoman

By Purple Les

I took Mom’s hand and led her to her bedroom. When we went inside, I guess we both felt kind of shy.

“I like to make it sort of romantic, Katy.” Then I watched as Mom pulled the drapes closed. She took about a half dozen candles out of a drawer and spaced them around the room and lighted them. She has a dresser with a big old round mirror on it and a vanity with another big round mirror on it. I’m really not sure why she has the vanity, she doesn’t wear makeup hardly. It’s mostly covered with books and clothes. I sat on her bed while she was doing that. Her bed’s so big and soft compared to my bed. I could see myself sitting there in the mirrors.

Mom also lighted a stick of incense. The room looked very pretty. All nice and warm in the candle light. It smelled nice too.

I got off the bed and stood up on the little bench by Mom’s vanity. That made me the same height as Mom.

“Come here and kiss me, Mom.”

Mom walked slowly over to me. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly moved my face towards hers. She closed her eyes. I pressed my lips to hers gently, just touched them together. Her mouth felt so hot I pulled away fast. Then I tried it again. I left my lips on hers a little longer each time. I moved my arms around her back and held her tight.

I opened my mouth a little to match the size of her mouth and touched my tongue to her lips. She opened her mouth some, and I put my tongue in her mouth a little. She made a little moan sound. She sucked my tongue in her mouth farther. I felt one of her hands move down my back and onto my butt. I moved one hand down to her butt and squeezed her butt cheek. Then I put my other hand under her sweater and shirt and felt her bare back. We did that for I don’t know how long. I couldn’t figure time or anything. I just loved the moment we were in. It took a little time to adjust for the different sizes of our mouths and tongues, but once we did it was super hot. My knees were getting all weak and I had to break the kiss and sort of sit on her little bench looking up at her.

“You okay, Katy? Want to stop?”

“No, I’m okay, but my knees are all rubbery.”

Mom was just looking at me. She looked shy, but I could see her nipples were all hard under her sweater, and she was kind of breathing hard. Her big brown eyes were shining in the candle light.

I swallowed hard, reached out and held her hand with both of mine. Her hand seemed so big all of a sudden. It was soft yet firm. I kissed her hand. My voice sounded funny to me when I looked up at her and said,”I want you to take off all your clothes, Mom.”

Her eyes went wide. “Um, oh you want me to uh… take off… uh… everything?”

“I want to see you bare naked!”

Mom looked really shy. She looked like I felt when I had to go to the doctors and the nurse would tell me to take off all my clothes.

“I think you’re beautiful, Mom. I only got a little look at you when you were under the Christmas tree with Sammie. I know Lucy saw you naked, and I know Mary saw you naked. I know for sure you’ve been naked with Sammie, Penny, Aunt Billie, and Aunt Sue. I want to see you naked so bad, Mom. Please. Please, you’ve let all of them see you bare. Please do it for me. Please.”

Mom smiled at me. She bent over and kissed the top of my head. Then she took a couple steps backward. She pulled her heavy black sweater off. Then she undid the button and zipper on her worn out blue jeans. If I had gone blind right then it would have been okay. I would have been happy if the last thing I ever saw was Mom in the candle light, her gray t-shirt with her tits poking against the fabric and her jeans opened up with her black panties showing.

She pulled down her jeans. It’s always a little awkward taking your pants off standing up, and we both laughed a little as she hopped around trying to keep her balance. I liked seeing her boobs bounce around under her t-shirt.

Neither one of us was laughing as she took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt, though. She pulled her shirt off over her head and there she was in just her panties. I was fascinated by her boobies. They looked so big and heavy, yet they didn’t sag very much. Her nipples stuck straight out at me. Then she put her thumbs in the waist band of her shiny black panties.

She watched my face as she pulled them slowly down. They went to the floor by themselves after she had them past her knees. Mom stepped out of them and stood there.

I thought she was perfect. Her dark hair was over the front of her shoulder on one side and hanging down her chest just down to her tit, the other side of her hair was behind her ear and down her back. The candle light made her nipples cast shadows on her breasts. There was a dark triangle of hair over her pussy. Her pussy lips were big and shiny. Her legs were long and shapely. Her feet looked small to me, but they weren’t. I guess they just looked that way because of her big breasts. The more I looked at her the more I wanted to look.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom.” My voice sounded croaky like a frog. I felt weird inside, like the first time I got naked with Sammie. “Um, so you think girls are sexy? I mean even though I don’t have boobs or hair down there, you still think I’d be sexy to you?”

“Oh, Katy.” Mom sighed, “When Mary undressed her little sister in front of us I almost came right there in my pants. When I saw Mary nude the next day, it was all I could do not to make love to her right then and there. When I get to be with Sammie or Penny, they hardly have to do anything but be nude for me to come. When you were seven and told me you could take your own baths and showers by yourself, that you were a big girl, I was so sad that I wouldn’t see you nude anymore. The thought of you and Mary or you and Sammie naked together… it’s so erotic to me. Even with your clothes on you turn me on more than any little girl I’ve ever seen or been with. I can’t think of anything more beautiful to me than a young girl, especially my own daughter.”

“So you’d really like to see me naked?” Mom’s eyes closed and opened very slowly, she swallowed hard, and she nodded her head. “Okay, Mom. I want you to get on the bed. I want to watch you masturbate while I take off all my clothes for you.” Just saying that out loud to Mom made me even more horny than I already was from seeing her naked.

I felt really odd trying to be the one sort of in charge. I had no idea what I was doing or if Mom would like any of it.

I watched Mom pull down the bedspread and blanket. I liked seeing her bare ass when she had her back to me. She went to her closet and got something out that she put on the bed. Mom said in a shy sort of voice, “I can get pretty messy when I masturbate.” Then she got on the bed.

She put a pillow against the headboard and lay against it. Her legs were straight and spread out. I could see her pussy real good. Then she started to move her finger up and down her pussy.

I took off my socks and sweater and then I stood up on the bench. As soon as I stood up, Mom put two fingers in her pussy and her other hand was rubbing her clit.

I unbuttoned my overalls and they fell to my ankles. I got them out of the way. Mom grabbed her panties off the bed and was using them to rub her pussy. “I uh, I get so wet, Katy. This helps.”

I just had on my blue cotton panties and my long sleeve t-shirt. The t-shirt came to the middle of my thighs, and I wondered to myself what I should take off first. I reached up under my shirt and pulled my panties down. I tossed them at Mom. She picked them up and smelled them. Then she started to use them to rub herself with instead of her own panties.

I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my shirt. I was still covered up but I think Mom could see my arms moving under my shirt to my pussy. I just had to touch myself a little cause it was so hot watching Mom masturbate.

Then I took a deep breath like I was about to dive into a swimming pool, and took off my shirt. Before I even had my shirt over my head I heard Mom kind of gasp. When I had the shirt off I saw Mom doubled over on the bed and she was saying ‘shit, oh, fuck yeah, oh, oh,oh fuck.’

Mom was staring at my pussy when she said, “Sorry, I just couldn’t stop from coming.” Then she gave a silly kind of laugh and asked me what was next.

I stepped off the bench then jumped on the bed onto me knees, and laid on my tummy. “I want you to rub your boobies and nipples all over me, Mom. First all over my back then all over my front.”

Mom laughed and said, “Okay, sure.”

I felt her boobies on my back, they felt heavy and soft and her nipples felt hard as they moved down my back. I loved how they felt on my butt. Then she moved them down the back of my thighs and it felt so good. Then Mom turned me over. I watched as she moved her boobs up my legs. She held her one breast as she moved her big hard nipple up and down my slit. That was super cool, seeing her rub my pussy with her tit.

Mom moved up more, touching her big tits against my little ones. She moved her tits over my face and we laughed. Then Mom put a tit right over my mouth and told me to suck it. I was real gentle with it cause I remembered Sammie and Mary liked it that way. But Mom said, “Suck it harder, Katy, real hard. Yeah good, bite it now! Use your teeth on it.”

Then Mom put her other tit in my mouth and I pulled on the wet one while I bit and sucked the other one. I thought it was sort of weird, but Mom seemed to really be enjoying it.

“Katy, I want to kiss every inch of you.” She started on my face and ears and neck. Mom’s lips and tongue felt so hot, like a wet fire moving on my skin. She kissed up and down my right arm, then across my chest, then down my left arm, sucking my fingers into her mouth and then back up my arm again. Then she went to my nipples. She was very gentle with them. Then down my belly. She didn’t spend any time on my pussy which disappointed me. She kissed up and down my legs going back and forth between each leg. She sucked my toes which was weird and I was surprised it didn’t make me laugh like when my feet got tickled.

Mom rolled me over onto my tummy and sucked my toes some more before kissing up and down the backs of my legs. She kissed my butt cheeks, but only briefly. Then she kissed up my back and my neck and ears again.

I loved all her hot kisses all over me. Then she kissed down my back again. She put her hands on my ass cheeks. I felt her tongue move up and down my butt crack. Then while her tongue was moving down my butt crack, she stopped at my butt hole. She kissed my butt hole and then she started licking it. I could feel her tongue moving all around it and in and out of it too.

It felt so good I started to rub my pussy against the bed, but then Mom lifted my hips up so I couldn’t do that. My butt was in the air now and my face was on the bed and I couldn’t touch myself down there. Mom was licking my asshole like crazy. I didn’t think it was possible, but I thought I was about to have a cum even though nothing was touching my pussy.

Then she stopped. “Aw, Mom, don’t stop now! Please don’t stop!”

“Shhhh, it’s okay, I saved the best for last.”

Mom turned me over on my back. She was on her hands and knees facing toward my middle. She looked me in the eyes and then she looked at my pussy. Her head moved down slowly to my bald mound. I was watching her like it was a dream or a movie or something. Then her tongue and mouth were on my pussy.

Then she had the back of my knees on her shoulders, the heels of my feet on the middle of her back. Her hands were on my ass kind of holding me half in the air. I didn’t know for sure what she was doing with her tongue and mouth on me down there, but she sure knew. All I knew was that I was pushing my pussy against her mouth, and I had my hands on the back of her head pushing it down against me.

I heard somebody yell ‘oh golly.’ I guess it was me cause Mom’s mouth was full of my pussy, and it sounded like something stupid I would say.

One time Mr. Tran told me about his religion, and something called nirvana. I think that’s where I was all of sudden, nirvana. Because the next thing I knew I was so blissful.

The room slowly came back into focus. I heard someone talk. I looked over and there was Mom laying by me. She was twirling a lock of my hair around her finger. She had a smile on her face, and her eyes were half shut.

I couldn’t speak. I just looked at her. Mom said, “Hmm, did you like that, my little baby girl angel?” I just nodded my head a little. I guess a few minutes, or maybe hours or days or years went by before I could talk.

“I love you, Mommy,” were the first words I got out. I felt something hot and wet come out of my eye, and roll down my cheek. When it reached my mouth is tasted salty. Mom kissed my cheek. Her other finger, the one not twirling my hair, was making little circles around my tits.

We just laid there a long time. I felt like we were the same person. All our thoughts and feelings the same. Then I felt very alive again. I got up on my knees and grabbed Mom’s boobies.

“Hey, Mom! Spread your legs and close your eyes, I’ll give you a nice surprise. No wait, keep your eyes open instead. Mom, I’m gonna lick your pussy. I’m gonna turn so you can look at my pussy and my butt hole too. If you want to touch me you can, but I want you to relax while I lick you, okay?”

“Sure, sugar. Anything you want.” Moms voice was soft and dreamy sounding.

Mom wasn’t kidding about her being sort of messy down there. She had all this cream all over her pussy lips. More than Sammie had on hers the time I licked her. I gave up trying to lick it all off of Mom. It just kept coming back faster.

Then she was feeling my ass and pussy up so much I was having trouble concentrating on what I wanted to do to her. So I moved so I was laying between her legs. She giggled, “You look silly with a big mustache, Katy.” I didn’t get it. I started doing the ABC’s on her clit. It was easy cause her clit was huge compared to Sammie or Mary. Compared to Lucy’s clit Mom’s seemed gigantic. I didn’t start the whole alphabet, I just kept doing M O M over and over.

I remembered what I’d seen Sammie doing to her so I put three fingers in her pussy while I licked her clit. As I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy, my pinkie finger kept poking into her butt hole, she didn’t seem to care so I didn’t either.

I was really having fun playing with Mom’s pussy. Then I heard her. She was having a cum. I was so happy I was making her cum, so I kept doing what I was doing. She was saying all kinds of dirty things so I kept going.

Then she moaned, and with every moan she kind of squirted some stuff out her pussy. It was moan squirt moan squirt, over and over. I could feel it hitting me all over my face and chest and shoulders.

Then she was trying to push my head away. I heard her say,”Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin! Shit! Stop Katy! Rumpelstiltskin! Rumple FUCKING STILTSKIN!”

It slowly came to me…. it’s our safe word. I stopped right away. “Sorry, Mom, I forgot the safe word for a minute.”

She looked at me and laughed and cried at the same time. “Oh shit, Katy. What a mess I made of you.”

“I don’t care.”

She pulled me up and had me lay on her, and she kissed and licked my face. Her one hand was on my ass.

“Hey Mom, would you put your finger in my butt hole a little so I can see what it feels like?”

“The best way is to have it right in there all the way fast.”

She opened her night stand drawer and pulled out a tube of something and put stuff all over her middle finger. Then she spread my ass cheeks with one hand and shoved her gunky finger right up my ass. I could see my face in one of the mirrors, and my eyes and mouth were like big O’s. It was like when she put her finger up there she turned off my brain or something. I just felt like duh, but I liked it.

“Katy, put your finger in your pussy while I move my finger around in your ass.” I did what she said and it felt so great. I felt her other hand come over and rub my little clit.

I had another come, a real nice one. Mom said,”Relax now, angel. I can’t get my finger out, you’re holding it too tight. Relax.” I felt her finger come out of my ass real slow. It felt neat.

We lay there next to each other giggling. I felt like when I had been with Mary, just doing dirty stuff that was our secret and loving it. Mom was just a grownup kid to me all of a sudden. Mom was doing stuff with me that was dirtier than anything me or Mary had thought of yet, but I really liked it.

Suddenly I had to pee, it just hit me all of a sudden. “I gotta go pee!” and I ran for the bathroom holding one hand over my pussy. Mom was right behind me. As I went to sit on the toilet she grabbed my upper arms and guided me to the bathtub.

“NO MOM! I really gotta pee, I’m gonna burst!” But she made me get in the tub, and then she laid down like she was going to take a bath. I was standing over her with my legs spread. I didn’t understand what was going on.

“It’s okay, Katy, go on and pee.” Mom was rubbing her pussy, finger fucking herself. “It’s okay, angel, I want to see you pee. Just go ahead and pee on me, I really want you to.”

I’d never even peed in front of anyone ever, and I for sure never peed standing up. Now as bad as I had to go nothing, would come out. I put my hands over my face, and tried to pretend I was alone in the woods and there was nothing to sit on and I had to pee. I felt a little bit dribble out and run down my leg. Then I took my hands off my face cause I heard Mom start to come again. Then my bladder let go. It looked like a fountain gushing out from my pussy. It was going all over Mom, and she just laughed and her pussy was squirting again. She was going ‘oh yeah,’ and then squirt, over and over. Finally after peeing like forever it seemed, my pee stopped coming out. Next, Mom moved her legs so that my legs were between hers. Then Mom peed too just laying there, it hit my ankles and feet, and felt so weird. Yeah, even weirder than my own pee hitting me. Seeing her pee like that was so weird, but it was sort of cool in a strange way and I started laughing.

“Mom! You are totally gross!” I couldn’t stop laughing.

Now she was laughing too. “Well, I notice you didn’t use the safe word Katy.” We couldn’t stop laughing. After we finally stopped, Mom got up. She rinsed our pee out of the tub and then we showered together.

We watched each other clean our fronts off. Mom washed my back, and I got her finger up my butt hole again. Then I washed her back and I stuck my finger up her ass. It was so tight, and her butt holding my finger felt really cool.

We rinsed off and dried off, and we went back to Mom’s room. She took that thing off that had caught all her pussy cum and put it in her clothes hamper. Then we got under the covers together and just lay there on our backs holding each other’s hand. We turned our heads toward each other’s face and laughed for a second and then kissed.

It was nice just being like that together. We talked some, but I don’t even remember about what, it was just nice to listen to her voice. We didn’t even notice the phone on the first ring, but on the second ring she said she’d get it. Mom leaned over me to reach the cordless phone on her nightstand, her boob hitting me in the face on her way to it. We giggled for a second as she lay back down and answered on the fourth ring.

“Hello? Oh hi, Billie. No, just laying around. What are you doing?” Mom held the phone so I could hear Aunt Billie talk. Mom also put her index finger over her lips to tell me to be quiet and just listen. I nodded my head yes.

“Well, I’m parked in front of the liquor store on the interstate, wondering if I should get red or white wine. What do you think, Carol?”

“Sure that will be fine.”

Aunt Billie laughed, “Okay. I’ll get one of each. I should still come over, right?”

“Oh yes, you’d better. You left me in quite a state the other night when you called.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Katy interrupt-us, I had to get my vibe out after I talked to you. Well tonight, Carol, I am going to make you scream with pleasure. How soon can you get Katy to bed?”

Mom smiled at me,”Oh soon enough I guess, Billie. You know how she loves her Aunt Billie though. She’ll want to visit with you for awhile like always.” Mom winked at me.

“Can you drug her or something, Carol?” Then I could hear Aunt Billie laughing, “When are you going to get her to join us, like Penny and Sammie?”

“Well, I guess no time soon, Billie. Don’t worry, I’ll put it on my dirty bucket list.”

“Hah! It’s more like your fuck it list. You sound sort of funny, honey. Is everything okay?”

“Yes fine, I’m just a little mellow feeling tonight, I guess. I guess all I need is my sexy, younger sister-in-law’s hot loving.”

“And you’re sure going to get it, and then some. I have a nice new DVD with me that my friend Ronnie made me.” Mom gave a little moan, and I could see her hand moving down there under the sheet. “You touching yourself now, Carol?”

“Yeah I am, little sis.”

“Listen, big sis, I want to hear all about you licking that hot five-year-old girl. I want to hear how Katy’s friend Mary looks naked too!”

“Oh, I’ll tell you every little detail, Billie. But first you’d better stop rubbing off in a parking lot and get in there for the wine.”

I could hear Aunt Billie laugh. Then they said goodbye and hung up.

Mom took her hand out from under the bed covers. She held two fingers up to my face. I licked them from the bottom to top and then put them in my mouth and sucked them. They tasted like Mom’s pussy. I liked that taste.

“Katy, how would you like to join me with your Aunt Billie? Have sex with me and her?”

I nodded my head yes so hard I hurt my brain. Mom clapped her hands like a little kid and smiled at me, kissing my cheek.

“We can do this two ways. We can tell Aunt Billie all about what happened with us when she gets here..” Mom put her face near mine, “…or…we could have a little fun with her. What do you think?”

“If you mean make her think everything is like it always is and then we surprise her by getting sexy with her, yeah, that would be fun.”

“That’s just what I mean, angel. I figure we have at least an hour before she gets here.” Mom pushed the covers back and I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her as she went around her bedroom.

She put on the lamp and started to blow out candles. “Oh please, Mom, can I blow them out?”

“Sure, angel.” I couldn’t reach the ones on her high dresser, so she wrapped her arms around my middle and held me up. I could feel my skin against hers as I blew them out.

“We should go around naked all the time,” I told her as she put me down.

“That’s doable, angel.” I watched Mom get another cloth thing out of the closet and put it over the sheets and then make the bed. I liked watching her move around naked. She winked at me. “We want to be ready for round two.”

Mom picked up my clothes and handed them to me. I put them under one arm and she took my other hand in hers.

She led me by the hand up to my bedroom. I loved watching her bare ass walking in front of me. I sat on my bed while I watched her look through my drawers.

“I’d like you to wear these pajamas tonight, angel.” I looked at them. They were new ones I’d gotten for Christmas. They were blue flannel with little cats all over them and were just a little bit too big on me.

“Shouldn’t I wear something sexy and see through, Mom?”

“Oh no, angel. Aunt Billie will love you in these. Especially when she sees you having to keep pulling the bottoms up to keep them from falling down. Stand up.”

I did and Mom put them on me like I was five years old instead of nine, but I didn’t really mind.

The bottoms had two snaps on them, one at the top and one in the middle of the fly part. Mom didn’t snap the middle one. If I sat right you could see my bare pussy. Mom was right about the other thing too. They stayed up but kept creeping down, and I had to keep pulling them up every few minutes.

I liked seeing Mom bare naked in my bedroom. Now there had been Sammie, Mary, and Mom all bare naked in my room.

I put on my robe and slippers and we went downstairs. I stood in Mom’s bedroom doorway, and she just put on her jeans and black sweater. Nothing else.

“How about we wait in the kitchen and have a snack, angel?”

As we sat at the table eating celery and peanut butter, I asked Mom what we would do.

“I have a few ideas, but I’ll decide once we get settled in.”

“What should I do?”

“You just be yourself and pretend it’s just like any other night when Aunt Billie comes over. I’ll take care of everything. You just relax. I promise we’ll have a good time.”

Mom put on the Christmas lights in the living room.

“Can we leave everything up another week?” I asked.

“Sure, angel, the tree’s still nice and fresh.”

We sat at the table talking and eating, and it did seem like any other night Aunt Billie came over. Then we heard a car pull in the driveway. A car door slammed and the doorbell rang.

Just like I always do, I shouted, “It’s Aunt Billie! I’ll get it, Mom!” Then I ran to the door. This was going to be fun!

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Amanda Lynn

As the days and weeks went by, Lisa and Charlie settled into their new routine. Up early, washed, dressed, and fed, then out the door. On the way to the office, Lisa would drop Charlie off at Marcy’s place. Janice was there every day to watch out for Charlie and the twins, even though the kids insisted they really didn’t need a nanny. “What kind of trouble could we get into by ourselves?” they argued, but to no avail.

The fact was that Marcy and Lisa both had the same thoughts about the naughty, sexy things three preteen girls home alone might do — however, neither woman shared this with the other. When autumn rolled around and school started up again, Janice took the girls there and back each day in a car provided by Lisa.

No matter the season, weekends were always “just us” time for Lisa and Charlie. They would do whatever came to mind, and it really didn’t matter what that might be as long as they were together. There could be no doubt in anyone’s mind that Charlie and Lisa loved each other very much.

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It had been just over a year since the night Lisa picked up that waterlogged little girl from the side of the road. Now here she sat, about to turn 13 years old. Charlie had grown at least a couple of inches in that time. Her boyish figure had given way to a more curvaceous one, and her breasts, though still small, now required a bra.

Today was Saturday, and the two were at home, both still wearing their pajamas. They’d eaten a late breakfast, and then Charlie had wandered into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. After Lisa finished wiping the kitchen counter, she hung up the dishrag, then went to check on the girl. She’d noticed that Charlie had not been her usual cheery self all day.

The living room was quiet. Lisa looked over at Charlie to find that she was just sitting and staring silently at the TV, which had not been turned on.

Lisa shook her head, then sat down on the sofa beside Charlie, placed an arm around the girl and pulled her close. “What’s bothering you, sweetie? You’ve been out of sorts all morning.”

Charlie didn’t answer. She simply sat there, resting her head on Lisa’s shoulder, looking glum. Lisa kissed her forehead, then gently raised the girl’s chin and looked into her eyes.

“Honey, you know you can talk to me about anything, anything at all. I love you, and I always will no matter what.”

Charlie’s eyes were welling up, about to spill over. She swallowed, then in a small voice said, “I think I messed up.”

“Tell me what happened, baby. I’m sure we can fix whatever it is.”

“Well, it’s… Holly and Ivy and me have been, um…” the girl began, tears running down both cheeks.

“Having sex?” Lisa finished for her.

Charlie looked up at her wide-eyed. “You knew?”

“I suspected, anyway. Remember when we were at Marcy’s house for Easter dinner a couple months ago? I heard some interesting noises coming from the twins’ bedroom that night when I passed by on the way to the bathroom.”

“You never said anything about it.”

“Why would I? It’s obvious the three of you are very close friends, so it didn’t surprise me. Besides, I’ve told you before that I was doing the same sort of things when I was your age.”

Charlie gave a half smile, which quickly faded as she said, “Well, except that’s not the worst part. See, when Marcy came home early yesterday she caught us doing it. She got all upset and said if you found out, you might get mad at her and she could lose her job. Then, um, we were all crying, and then Holly told her mom that she already told me about them having sex together, and that’s when Marcy got even more upset.”

Lisa was floored. Had she heard right?

“Are you… are you telling me that Marcy… has sex with her daughters?”

“Uh-huh,” Charlie nodded, sniffing and wiping away her tears. “Holly didn’t actually mean to tell me that. She just let it slip out one time.”

“Did you… tell them about us?” Lisa asked.

“No. You said we had to keep that private, because people wouldn’t understand and you could get in trouble. But is Marcy gonna be in trouble now ‘cause you’re her boss?”

“No, honey, she won’t, I promise. I mean, think about it — that would be rather hypocritical of me, wouldn’t it?” Lisa smiled.

“I guess. So, you’re not mad at me for fooling around with Holly and Ivy?” Charlie asked timidly.

“I’m not mad, sweetie, not at all. A little jealous maybe, but not mad,” Lisa reassured the girl, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “Now go wipe your nose and wash your face. You’re a mess. Meanwhile, I’ll call Marcy and let her off the hook.”

As Charlie headed for the bathroom, Lisa picked up her cell from the table beside the sofa and called her friend.

“Hey, Marcy, it’s Lisa. How are things?”

“Uh… great. We’re all set here for Charlie’s birthday party tomorrow,” Marcy replied, a hint of trepidation in her voice.

“Glad to hear it. Listen, hon, the reason I called is because Charlie just told me what happened yesterday afternoon, and that you were concerned about how I might react. I just want you to know that I am totally okay with it. After all, I was doing the same thing when I was their age, as I’ll bet most girls do.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, before Marcy finally spoke. “Lisa, I am so relieved you feel that way. I was dying here, not knowing if Charlie would tell you, what you would think if she did, or even if I would have a job come Monday. I had visions of being escorted out of the building in handcuffs by the RCMP.”

Lisa laughed. “I’m glad she told me, then. And you don’t have to worry about anything. But should I tell Charlie to keep her pants on from now on when she’s around the twins?”

Charlie was standing in the living room staring wide-eyed with her mouth gaping at what Lisa just said. Lisa smiled at the girl and blew her a silent kiss.

“No, that isn’t necessary,” Marcy replied on the phone. “I’ve always told the girls they shouldn’t be afraid to explore their sexuality. So, if you’re okay with them having a little fun with Charlie, then so am I.”

“Yes, I am, definitely. And if Holly and Ivy want to have sex with each other in front of her, that’s also okay with me,” Lisa said. She crossed her legs and squeezed them together.

“Wow. I knew you were open-minded, Lisa, but, wow. Oh, and just as an FYI, I had sex with other girls too when I was their age — except not with the daughter of my parents’ bosses!” Marcy added with a laugh.

“That was probably the smart choice. Anyway, hon, we’ll see you all tomorrow for the party. Should be lots of fun. Bye now.”

Lisa set the phone down on the table as Charlie approached. “Everything is okay, then?” she asked as Lisa reached out and took her hand.

“Everything is just fine,” Lisa said, pulling Charlie down and laying the girl across her lap, face down.

She put her hand on Charlie’s bottom, patting and squeezing it. “But, you know, you naughty girl, all this talk about you screwing the twins and Marcy screwing the twins has me really turned on,” she said, as she playfully slapped Charlie’s bum.

Charlie yelped, then said in a seductive voice, “Are you going to spank me, Mommy? I’ve been such a bad little girl!”

Lisa damn near came right then and there. Charlie had never called her ‘Mommy’ before. That alone was enough to send delicious chills down her spine. Adding ‘spank me’ made it a major turn-on for Lisa.

“Hmm, do you really think I should spank you?” she asked, grabbing the waistband of Charlie’s flannel PJs and tugging them down.

“Uh-huh, I do. I’ve been very bad.”

Lisa placed her hand on Charlie’s bare bottom and gently rubbed for a bit as she admired the smooth round globes. Then she slapped her ass. Not too hard, but enough that Charlie flinched at the impact and let out a whimper. Lisa slapped the other cheek, a little harder.

“Ow! Spank me more, Mommy,” Charlie begged.

Lisa was so horny. She could feel that familiar ache in her pussy. She continued to spank Charlie, alternating cheeks with each blow. When the girl’s ass began to turn red, Lisa stopped. She didn’t want this to go too far, or cross a line that could scar their relationship.

She pushed her hand down between Charlie’s legs. My god, she was soaked, wet and slippery and hot. She had obviously become very aroused by the spanking. Still, Lisa didn’t want to continue this until they talked about it.

“Why’d you stop?” Charlie asked, looking over her shoulder.

“Doesn’t your bum hurt? It’s really getting red now,” Lisa said as she gently rubbed Charlie’s pussy, then slid a finger inside.

“It does a little, I guess. But that’s okay, I kinda like it,” Charlie answered between moans.

“I really don’t feel right about hitting you, sweetie, even during sex play. But we can talk about it later okay?” said Lisa, as she stuck a second finger inside Charlie, fucking her faster and deeper. “Right now I am very horny, and it’s all your fault.”

“Ohhh, god — fuck me, yess!” Charlie groaned. Her hips bucked against Lisa’s hand. After a moment, Lisa took her fingers out of Charlie’s pussy and slid them through her soft, moist folds.

“No, don’t stop,” Charlie whined. “Please put them back in me.”

“Patience, little one,” Lisa murmured as she pressed her fingertips against Charlie’s swollen clit, feeling the girl jerk at the touch. Charlie tried to spread her legs farther apart but was restricted by the PJ bottoms tangled around her knees. Lisa removed her hand and readjusted Charlie so her upper torso was resting on the sofa and her hips were on Lisa’s lap. She then reached down and grabbed the PJs, tugging them all the way down and off.

Lisa licked her lips as she lay her hand on Charlie’s perfect ass. She gently rubbed the young girl’s bum, letting a finger dip into the crack and press against her little rosebud. Charlie pushed her hips up against the probing finger. It was like an invitation from her. Lisa’s heart was racing, her own pussy on fire, screaming for attention. She squeezed her thighs together, stimulating herself the best she could. Then she took the next step.

“Unnh!” Charlie gasped as Lisa’s finger penetrated her virgin hole up to the first knuckle. Lisa held her finger there for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation. Charlie pushed up against the finger again, trying to get more of it inside her.

Lisa pressed in just a little more, as Charlie groaned, then slowly pulled her finger out, much to the girl’s dismay.

“No,” she whimpered, but as she felt Lisa’s hand on her bottom, she changed her tune. “Yes! Spank me again!”

“Charlie, I don’t think—”

“Please, Mommy, I’ve been a very bad girl. Spank me!”

Lisa hesitated. She felt torn. The idea of spanking Charlie was thrilling to her, erotically, even though she was still at odds with herself over hitting the young girl.

She looked down at her hand on the soft inflamed flesh of Charlie’s ass. Mmm, such a stimulating sight. Lisa felt herself getting wetter as the fire inside her grew. She lifted her hand and brought it back down. It was more of a love tap, really, than a slap.

“Harder, Mommy — spank me harder!”

She struck the girl again. Smack! Charlie flinched and whimpered. Lisa delivered a series of blows to Charlie’s ass. Each one brought a yelp or a moan from Charlie. Each one brought Lisa closer to an orgasm.

“More, please!” Charlie begged, clenching her ass cheeks together in anticipation of each slap. Whack! Whack! Whack! The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air. Charlie cried out in pleasure with every strike.

Then suddenly Lisa was coming, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. She was shocked at herself, that the mere act of spanking this sweet child had brought her to climax without any direct stimulation of her pussy.

When she was able to focus again, she looked down at Charlie’s bottom. It was bright red, almost glowing. She gently placed her own stinging hand on one cheek and could feel the heat radiating off it. Tears began to flow freely from Lisa’s eyes. What have I done? Why did this make me feel so good?

Charlie was whimpering and squirming on her lap. Lisa knew it must be from the pain she had inflicted on her young lover. She was about to help Charlie get up when she heard the girl’s plea.

“I’m so close, Lisa. I need your fingers inside me. Make me come, please!”

Lisa blinked. She was shocked. The girl was still horny and wanted more! Lisa moved her hand from Charlie’s bum down to her sopping pussy. She dipped two fingers inside her entrance for a moment, hearing her moan, then slid them through her folds until she reached Charlie’s clit. Lisa rubbed the girl’s sensitive clit back and forth for only a few seconds before pushing her fingers back inside Charlie, fucking her with a steady rhythm.

“Yeah, yeah — god yeah fuck me!” Charlie groaned, rocking her hips to match the thrust of Lisa’s fingers.

Then she came. Charlie’s body stiffened and she shook all over as that wonderful feeling took hold of her, carrying her away.

There was an extended period of silence as Charlie recovered from her climax. She just lay there and rested as Lisa stared at the girl’s reddened ass and thought about what they’d just done.

Lisa knew from experience that spanking, when done right, could be lots of fun and highly erotic. Sheryl had spanked her on numerous occasions with her hand or with a riding crop. Those times almost always ended in a tremendous orgasm for Lisa. Still, she felt torn.

After taking a long deep breath and slowly letting it out, Charlie pushed herself off Lisa’s lap and got to her knees. When she saw the stain of tears on Lisa’s cheeks, Charlie’s face quickly changed from a happy smile to a look of concern and sadness.

“Wh-why… what’s wrong?” the girl asked, tears filling her own eyes.

Lisa began to cry again. “I was hitting you, hitting you hard, and I liked it. I enjoyed spanking you. It made me come. But I shouldn’t have done it, Charlie. I love you, and I never want to hurt you.”

Charlie wrapped her arms around Lisa, hugging her. “It’s okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I asked for it. I didn’t know it’d make you cry. But I liked it, honest I did. It hurt a little, but it makes me excited too. Is that wrong?”

Lisa looked into the girl’s eyes, thinking how marvelous it was that Charlie could be so sexually mature at her age. “No, it’s not wrong, sweetie. I love you so much and I want nothing more than to make you happy, but just, please don’t ask me to spank you again. At least not anytime soon. Okay?”

“Okay,” Charlie smiled, giving her another hug.

After a few seconds. Lisa asked, “Is this, I mean, have you been spanked like this before? How did you know you would like it?”

The girl glanced down at the floor, blushing. “Because, it’s… kinda something we do sometimes. Me and the twins.”

“Oh, really? Do tell.”

Charlie looked up again. With a lopsided grin, she said, “Well, um, we have this game where we see who can make themselves come fastest. We lay on the floor beside each other naked and masturbate. Whoever is the last person to come gets spanked by the other two. The loser has to lean over the bed and then the others spank her, one on each side.”

Slightly shocked, but also intrigued, Lisa asked, “So, I take it you lost this game a few times?”

“Uh-huh,” Charlie nodded. “Sometimes on purpose, too, after I found out how much it turns me on.”

“Wow…” Lisa shook her head. The games little girls play. After a few moments, she said, “All right, well, we’ve got the whole rest of the day to ourselves. What do you think you’d like to do now?”

Charlie paused, then said, “Can we… try using some of your toys?”

Lisa looked at the girl, an eyebrow raised. She’s just full of surprises today. “Can I inquire how it is you know that I have toys?” she asked.

Giggling, Charlie confessed. “I watched you and Sheryl using them last year one time when I was hiding inside your closet.” With a devilish leer, she added, “I came a lot too that night, watching you.”

“Oh, I see. You really are very naughty, aren’t you?” Lisa grinned, while thinking to herself, In fact, I might just have to spank you again one of these days, sooner than I thought.

She took her young lover’s face in her hands, wetly kissing her mouth. Then she unbuttoned the top of Charlie’s PJs, pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

“Stay here and amuse yourself for a second, sexy naked girl,” Lisa said as she stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

When Lisa returned, she was naked as well, and carrying a small gift-wrapped box. Charlie had propped herself up in the corner of the sofa where the arm and back met. She was having some difficulty finding a position that caused the least amount of discomfort to her sore bum. Charlie’s slender legs were spread, and her fingers were busy playing with her clit.

“I was going to give this to you tomorrow, but now would be a good time too,” Lisa said, handing Charlie the present.

“Oh wow, thank you,” Charlie smiled.

She took the package, and after giving Lisa a kiss eagerly tore off the ribbons and the colorful paper, then examined the brown rectangular box she now held. The words Little Miss were embossed in gold on the lid.

Charlie’s eyes went wide when she opened it up and looked inside. “Wow, my very own vibrator? You’re so awesome!” she exclaimed, kissing Lisa again.

Once the cigar-shaped object was free of the box, Charlie fondled the shiny pink toy in disbelief, turning it around and examining it. When she twisted the black knob at the base, the device sprang to life and began to buzz and vibrate, causing Charlie to jump.

Lisa laughed. “Yep, I already loaded the batteries.”

“How do I use it?”

“Well just think of it as a replacement for your fingers. You can touch it to your clit, or rub it around your pussy, even put it inside. Do whatever you want to do. Just experiment and enjoy.”

Charlie nodded, and touched the humming toy to a nipple first. The vibration sent thrills through her whole body. She purred at the sensation. She then tried touching it to her clit and was rewarded with such a shock that it lifted her right off her seat.

Lisa watched as the girl gasped, eyes rolling up in her head, and couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“Holy crap!” Charlie stared at the device. “Did this thing just electrocute me?”

“No, sweetie, that was all you. Try it again, but maybe turned down lower. It has different speeds,” Lisa told her.

“Okay.”

After twisting the control down one level, Charlie brought the vibrator to her clit again, forcing herself to leave it in place. She jerked and twitched and squirmed, moaning, almost sobbing. With the sensations building, Charlie suddenly pulled her knees all the way up to her chest and then quickly back down again, spreading her legs wide open, then closing them tight, as if her movements were out of her control.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes wet, moaning and panting and jerking, Charlie looked over at Lisa — the expression on her face one of desperation, as if pleading for the woman to end the sweet torment that held her in its grasp.

Lisa’s own body was reacting to the incredibly erotic scene being played out in front of her. She sat in the opposite corner of the sofa, legs spread apart. Two fingers were hastily rubbing her clit as she pinched her nipples with the other hand. Lisa watched her precious Charlie twist and squirm as the toy brought her to places she had never been before.

Without warning, Charlie let go of the vibrator. It rolled away and fell to the floor, still buzzing. Both hands clamped down on her pussy as she squeezed her thighs together. She turned to her side on the sofa, pulling her knees to her chest and bringing her forehead to her knees. With her eyes screwed shut and her face contorted and her hands clasped between her legs she tried to scream, but no sound came. She stayed hunched over in the fetal position. Charlie’s world was dark, the sound of blood rushing through her veins rang in her ears.

Slowly, slowly, the world returned. As the white noise faded, Charlie could hear someone calling, a distant voice. It seemed to be calling to her. There was another sound too, a soft whimpering. That was herself, Charlie realized. And she could clearly make out the other voice now, Lisa saying her name. She could feel Lisa’s hand gently rubbing her back.

Charlie tried to move, but her muscles weren’t ready. She attempted to speak. “Lisa?” the girl croaked, barely intelligible.

“It’s okay, sweetie, just relax.”

After what felt like an eternity Charlie was finally in command of her body again. She slowly sat up, moving over to snuggle with Lisa, laying her head on her shoulder. Then she noticed one more sound, the muffled buzzing of the vibrator on the carpeted floor.

“Maybe I should have turned it off first,” Charlie giggled.

Lisa kissed her forehead. “That’s all right.”

“Did you come too?”

“Uh-uh, I didn’t, but it’s fine. If you’re spent, we can stop for now,” Lisa replied.

“No way,” Charlie said. “I’m not done.”

Feeling refreshed, she reached down to pick up the vibrator, switched it off, and placed on the sofa next to her. Then she looked up at Lisa. “Kiss me.”

Wow, how lucky can one woman be? Lisa thought to herself, gazing at the lovely, naked, almost 13-year-old girl in front of her. Smiling and licking her lips, she brought their mouths together.

As they kissed tenderly and romantically, Charlie fondled Lisa’s breasts, stroking her nipples, feeling them grow hard beneath her fingers. Breaking off the kiss, Charlie bent down and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it, swirling her tongue all around. It felt so good, so perfect. Sex with the twins was great, but with Lisa it was even better. Charlie could never get enough. She slid a hand down across Lisa’s belly, moving lower.

Lisa moaned, intoxicated at Charlie’s touch. She felt the girl caress her inner thigh, causing her skin to prickle. The muscles of her vagina contracted and released as if trying to reach out and grab at Charlie’s teasing fingers. Charlie’s hand at last did move onto her pussy, exploring the slippery folds, her fingers making a squishing sound as she probed.

“You’re so wet,” Charlie mumbled, brushing her lips against the damp, salty skin of Lisa’s chest.

“You make me that way,” the woman whispered.

After a little more nipple-sucking and pussy-rubbing, Charlie decided it was time to bring her new pink toy into play. She picked it up and turned the knob, feeling the tool buzz in her hands.

Looking up at Lisa, Charlie placed the end of the vibrator right on the tip of Lisa’s erect nipple. Shuddering and groaning, Lisa closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasant sensations. Her heart rate had already increased, and she felt the warmth as her skin flushed.

The woman’s nerves twitched as Charlie drew the toy down over her body, making sure it stayed in constant contact with Lisa’s skin along the way. Lisa giggled as it tickled her tummy, but her breath caught when it touched her clit. She trembled and moaned as Charlie pressed it home, making small circles around her jewel.

Lisa felt that familiar pooling in her lower abdomen, waiting to be released. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. Lisa moaned Charlie’s name, pleading for her to not to stop. Her hands gripped the arm and the back of the sofa, knuckles turning white, as her hips thrust upward, welcoming Charlie’s manipulations.

“Yes, Charlie, fuck yes!!” Lisa urged.

Then it happened. The fire burst forth from her center, flames racing up and down her spine, consuming her as she cried out. Finally it was too intense, too much to bear. Quivering, Lisa reached down and weakly pushed the toy away. She tried to catch her breath as the last of the little shockwaves gradually faded.

After half a minute or so, she opened her eyes and looked at Charlie, a contented smile on her face.

Charlie turned the vibrator off and set it aside. She wrapped her arms around Lisa, softly kissing her mouth. “I love you so, so much,” the girl said.

“And I love you too, sweetie, more than life itself.”

The two remained in one another’s arms until their bodies cooled down and the sweat covering their skin made them shiver. They got up and headed to the shower hand in hand.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Girl Lover

The drive to Walnut Grove took the better part of two hours as they rode farther west into Colorado. Nestled in a valley in the foothills of the Rockies, it was a small, quaint town, quite picturesque compared to the big city of Austin. They arrived in the early afternoon on a warm, sunny day.

Kala led the way as Jennie pointed out which direction they should go. Soon they came to a large house situated back from the highway on the far edge of town. A two-story home, it was reminiscent of a log cabin, only much bigger and more luxurious. Pulling into the driveway, they stopped beside a path that wound its way through various wood and metal sculptures scattered around the yard up to a covered porch running the length of the house.

As Raven and Bonnie stayed on their bike, Jennie and Kala got off. While Jennie joyously ran up onto the porch and knocked on the front door, Kala walked uncertainly toward the house. Several seconds later, the door opened to reveal a slightly chubby, gray-haired woman in her sixties.

“Grandma!” Jennie exclaimed excitedly, throwing her arms around her.

For a second, the woman looked down at the little girl in shock, then suddenly burst out, “JENNIE!” and hugged her just as fiercely. After a long hug, she pulled back. “But — what are you doing here?!”

Glancing up, she saw a tough-looking young woman with a mohawk standing nearby, and another woman and a girl waiting out in the driveway next to a pair of motorcycles. “Jennie… where’s your mom??” she frowned.

“She’s not here. I’m living with Kala,” Jennie explained, pointing.

The woman shook her head in confusion. “Living with… I…”

Kala slowly walked up onto the porch, offering a nervous smile as she introduced herself. “Hi, my name is Kala. I’ve been taking care of Jennie. I took her in a couple of weeks ago after I found out her father was beating her.”

“She rescued me, Grandma,” Jennie proudly proclaimed, giving Kala a hug.

“See, he was… running a meth lab out of their house,” Kala added as she petted the girl’s hair. “It was a really bad environment for her.”

The older woman’s face reddened in anger. “I knew it! He was always a troublemaker, bad news, but for some reason my daughter stood up for him — even when he hit her.”

Turning to Jennie, she continued, “Honey, when your father took you and your mom away to Texas, I tried to find you. I tried so hard, but I didn’t know where to look.” Her face softened to a more concerned look. “Jennie… where is your mother?”

“With Dad, back in Austin.”

Kala took Jennie’s grandmother aside for a moment, whispering so the child wouldn’t hear what she had to say. “I’m sorry, but… your daughter overdosed. I saw her. She’s gone.”

The woman’s hands came up to her face, her lip quivering, eyes brimming with tears. “Oh my god…” she sighed, a tear sliding down her cheek. She closed her eyes, “Oh god oh god oh god — why did you ever stay with him?”

Kala went back to Jennie, waiting while the older woman silently grieved.

After a minute or so, she wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “Well… I still have my granddaughter, and for that, I’m forever grateful.”

She gave Jennie another warm hug and then, remembering the others out in the driveway, she nodded toward them. “So, who are your friends?”

Jennie pointed, “Um, that one is Bonnie. She’s my best friend at school. And the big lady is Raven. She’s nice.”

Her grandmother smiled. “Well, sweetie, how about if you all come in the house and I’ll fix some lunch for us, all right?” She opened the front door, and she and Jennie went inside.

Kala walked over to Raven. “It seems okay. She’s invited us to stay for lunch.”

Raven didn’t respond, just shrugged and then slowly wheeled her bike farther up the driveway, parking beside the house. Kala wheeled her own bike up and parked it beside Raven’s.

Inside, the home had a comfortable, rustic feel with all the furniture made of wood. While Grandma was in the kitchen preparing their meal, the others looked around.

Kala stopped at a framed photo on the wall of the living room. She saw Jennie, a few years younger, standing beside a man and woman. Kala knew these must be her parents, although the pair was almost unrecognizable compared to the wasted couple she’d seen in the shack in Austin. She shook her head.

Bonnie was occupied with the bookcase, where she’d discovered a large collection of mystery novels and was browsing through them. Raven stood next to Bonnie, an arm on her shoulder.

Taking Kala’s hand, Jennie said, “C’mon, lemme show you Grandma’s garden.” She led her to a set of patio doors, then outside behind the house.

With Jennie pulling her along, Kala saw numerous flowering plants lined up along a path leading into the woods. Slowing to a leisurely stroll, they walked hand in hand along the path, with Jennie excitingly pointing out the prettiest flowers and picking some to give to Kala.

They followed the scenic path and soon came to a small stream. With the sun shining through the trees and the sounds of birds chirping in the forest, Kala felt relaxed and happy, better than she had felt in a very long time.

Kneeling down, she and Jennie gazed at one another. Jennie, with her typical shy, bashful look, drew Kala in until Kala was kissing the little girl deeply as her hand ran through her hair.

They started back. Nearing the house, they were surprised to find Grandma sitting on a bench on the back porch. As they walked up the steps, she said, “Jennie, why don’t you and Kala come and have a seat with me for a minute.”

Curious, Kala sat down in an adjacent chair while Jennie settled in beside her grandmother. It was quiet for a time, with the older woman staring out toward the trees, before finally saying, “Kala, first I want to tell you how much I appreciate your rescuing Jennie, and taking care of her… but I would like to know something.”

She looked directly at Kala. “How long have you been having sex with my granddaughter?”

Kala’s face paled. She had no idea how to respond. “What… I… I don’t know what you mean.”

“Please don’t lie to me.”

Kala hesitated for several seconds, then admitted, “It-it just sorta happened. I never forced her to do anything. She wanted to and so did I.”

“The only reason I’m giving you a chance to explain,” the old woman said sternly, “is that I can see how much Jennie cares for you, as well as all you’ve done for her. But tell me — how did having sex with a nine-year-old girl ‘just sorta happen?’”

“Well, we… we were in the hot tub at my house, and she wanted to touch me and… I wanted to touch her. One thing led to another, and…”

“I wanted to, Grandma. I liked it!” Jennie chimed in.

Turning to the girl, her grandmother said, “Honey, did Kala ever make you do anything you didn’t want to do?”

Jennie immediately shook her head, nearly sobbing, “No, she didn’t! Please don’t make her go away!”

Grandma smiled and patted her leg, consoling her, “Jennie, it’s okay. I’m not going to make her leave, I promise. I just want to make sure she’s not hurting you.”

“She’s not!” Jennie jumped up and ran to Kala, hugging her tightly.

The older woman sighed, shaking her head. “It’s hard for me to understand this, how an adult can have… feelings for a child… and vice versa. But, you know, now that I think about it, when I was in third grade I remember I had the biggest crush on my teacher, Mrs. Kruse,” she chuckled. “So I guess such feelings aren’t really that unusual after all. But I do want to ask you, Kala, why’re you attracted to a child and not an adult?”

Feeling a sense of relief that the woman apparently wasn’t going to call the police on her, Kala relaxed a bit as she replied, “I… don’t really know how to answer that, any more than why I like women instead of men. It’s just… what I feel. When I first met Jennie, I honestly wasn’t that attracted to her, not like that. But over time, we just sorta grew on each other.”

“All right,” said Grandma, shrugging. “And how long have ya’ll been together?”

Jennie spouted, “A long time,” with Kala clarifying, “Almost two weeks.”

“Are Raven and Bonnie also in… a relationship?”

Not wanting to answer that question, but not knowing how to avoid it, Kala ducked her head and nodded slightly.

“Raven’s nice to Bonnie too, Grandma,” Jennie defended them. “She loves her!”

“Yes, I’m sure she does,” the woman said. She stood and took Jennie’s hand. “Come on, let’s have some grub.”

As they were heading back inside, Kala asked, “How — how did you know about me and Jennie?”

Grandma smiled. “From the way you two look at each other. Also, there’s a clearing in the trees where I saw y’all kissing.”

Raven and Bonnie were on the couch in the living room, sitting very close together looking at some books. After she’d observed them for a few seconds, Grandma announced that lunch was ready.

Walking into the dining room, they found a stack of sandwiches on a platter, plus carrot sticks, celery sticks, veggie dip, two bowls of olives and a basket of tortilla chips set out on the table, along with a big pitcher of iced tea. Quite the spread.

They sat down to enjoy the meal, with the little girls chattering away. Then Grandma surprised them. With a twinkle in her eye, she turned to Bonnie and Raven, asking, “So, tell me, how’d you two lovebirds happen to meet?”

As Raven and Bonnie sat dumbfounded, Kala said to Raven, “She knows.”

“Knows what?”

“About us and the girls. You know, everything.”

“So, how’d you two meet?” Grandma repeated.

Raven looked at the older woman, then hesitantly began, “I… well, I ran into Bonnie one night back in Austin, Texas, hoping to get into this club where I… used to perform.”

Bonnie nodded.

It was quiet around the table, everyone waiting.

Grandma studied Raven and Kala, before saying, “You know, I’ve never looked kindly before on folks like you. Bikers, hoodlums. People like that are typically up to no good — but I can tell you two are different.”

She reached out to touch Kala’s hand. “Kala, you love my granddaughter very much, and you seem to be taking good care of her. She’s obviously very happy. Raven, I can see that you love Bonnie just as much. It’s funny, we’re always told that children are too young to make their own decisions, and that adults should never have close relationships with children. But you two, you four, have shown me that’s nonsense. I think that you all are very good for each other. You should be together. In fact, I…”

The older woman stopped to clear her throat. Her eyes glistened. Looking at Jennie, she continued, “My beautiful granddaughter Jennie, my darling little girl, has been out of my life for so long, too long, and now I… what I’m trying to say is, I’ve got plenty of room and if ya’ll don’t already have someplace else, I really would like for you to stay right here with me, all of you.”

Raven blinked at her in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

With a feeling of exhilaration, Kala said, “Wow, that’s — that’s great. We’ve been looking for a place to live.”

“You’ve found it,” Grandma smiled.

*****

After lunch, Raven and Bonnie went out to the back porch. Sitting on the bench, Raven asked Bonnie, “What do you think about us living here?”

“I like it, a lot.”

“Bonnie, I, it feels like we’re at a crossroads. I keep thinking of your parents not knowing what happened to their daughter, wondering if they’ll ever see her again.”

“I don’t want to live with them, though. I want to live with you.”

“What about your parents?”

“I’ll keep in touch, sorta. So they’ll know I’m safe.”

Raven looked at the child with a mixture of joy and sadness. “This is really what you want? You’ve thought about it?”

“Yes!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent situating themselves, putting their bikes inside the big garage and moving all their stuff into the upstairs bedrooms Grandma showed them.

After starting some dirty clothes in the washing machine, the two former Burning Angels walked outside to watch the kids as they raced around the yard chasing each other.

“So, what do you think?” Kala asked Raven.

“Bonnie likes it here. That’s all I care about.”

“I like it too. This is just what the girls need.”

At dusk, Grandma called them all in for dinner. Afterwards, the girls played hide and seek with Raven and Kala, as the older woman watched from her rocker on the front porch while she knitted.

*****

With bedtime approaching, Kala felt increasingly nervous. The fact that she would be sleeping with a little girl, and that the child’s grandmother was fully aware that they might have sex, was… well, maybe it wasn’t wrong, but it definitely was weird.

No one else seemed to be uneasy. They’d come inside about an hour earlier, the kids playing, the adults sitting and chatting. Now, when Grandma said it was time for bed, Jennie hopped up from the floor and ran over to gave her a big hug and kiss. Grandma simply hugged and kissed Jennie in return and wished the others a good night too. They all headed up the stairs, said goodnight a second time, then went to their separate bedrooms.

As she began to get undressed, Kala said, “I really can’t believe your grandma’s all right with us sleeping together like this.”

“I told you she was nice,” Jennie replied nonchalantly, pulling off her clothes. After she was naked, she jumped into bed, beaming at Kala.

Kala climbed in after the girl, pulling the covers up over them. Seeing the way Jennie was looking at her, she asked, “Are you wanting to?”

Jennie nodded excitedly, a big grin on her face.

“I don’t know if we should.”

“Grandma says it’s okay.”

“And you’re okay doing it… with your grandmother right down the hall?”

Jennie nodded once more, showing no hesitation.

“Well, we just need to be quiet so she won’t hear. Sooo, what do you want to do?”

“Can you kiss my missy? I like it cuz it feels really good.”

Kala smiled at her cuteness. “All right.”

As Jennie turned onto her back, Kala pushed the covers away and moved down between the child’s legs, her tiny vulva before her. As she ran her finger along it, marveling at the smoothness and softness, she glanced up. Jennie was propped on her elbows, watching very closely, a slight smile on her face.

With Jennie’s eyes on her, Kala leaned down and kissed the closed lips of her little pussy. Holding her mouth to it, her tongue pushed its way inside as her thumbs spread the smooth lips apart.

Kala’s eager tongue bathed Jennie’s sex, swirling all around. Glancing up again, she saw that Jennie was now lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, breath coming in quick pants. As Kala watched, her tongue rubbing over the child’s clit, up and down, back and forth, over and over, Jennie suddenly exclaimed, “Oh Kala! …oooh… my missy, my missy, my missy…”

If it hadn’t been so erotic, Kala would’ve laughed. Jennie’s cute antics were what turned her on so much.

Suddenly Jennie grabbed Kala’s hair as she started gasping, almost crying. Her whole body went stiff and a high-pitched squeal came out of her mouth — worrying Kala that Grandma might hear. Though she knew their relationship had the woman’s blessing, she still didn’t want to flaunt it. Kala turned to look at the door, half-expecting Grandma to knock angrily, but the door remained closed and silent.

When Kala turned back, she saw that Jennie had already fallen fast asleep. Snickering quietly, she crawled up beside her, pulling the covers over them both as she gently wrapped her arms around the girl and soon fell asleep herself.

*****

The moment Raven got undressed and lay down in bed in their own room, Bonnie quickly crawled on top of her, grabbing her boobs.

Raven smiled up at her, “What’re you doing?”

“I’m Queen Bonnie! You hafta do what I say!” Bonnie exclaimed in a playful voice.

“Oh, I do, huh?”

“Yeah, or I’ll punish you!” she retorted, squeezing the nipples hard between her thumbs and forefingers.

Raven chuckled, thinking to herself, ‘God, I love this girl!’

“First, you’re gonna… ” Bonnie paused, making it obvious she hadn’t quite decided what she wanted Raven to do.

“Spank your butt?” Raven suggested.

“No!” Bonnie scowled down at the woman. “You’re… gonna… KISS MY BUTT! And tell me it tastes good!” Bonnie beamed proudly at her declaration.

Raven tried not to laugh too loudly as Bonnie climbed off and got on all fours, leaning over with her little butt sticking out.

“Start kissing!” the girl commanded.

“As you wish,” Raven nodded, then gladly knelt down behind Bonnie’s upraised bottom. Placing a hand on each butt cheek and using her thumbs to spread them apart, Raven could clearly see her wrinkled anus. Pushing her face into the crack, she began kissing it fervently.

“Tell me it tastes good!” Bonnie commanded.

“Mmm, it’s delicious.”

Bonnie burst into laughter, singing out, “You think my butt’s de-li-cious! You think my butt’s de-li-cious!”

Raven continued to luxuriate in Bonnie’s ass until the girl turned around, decreeing, “Now you hafta let me play with your boobies!”

“As you wish.”

Raven lay on her back while Bonnie climbed on top of her again and commenced grabbing and twisting the woman’s large breasts in all manner of ways. After a few minutes of this, Raven suddenly sat up, tumbling Bonnie over onto her back.

“Hey, wait!” the girl cried, “I’m not done yet!”

Raven smiled as she pressed her finger in between the outer lips of Bonnie’s vulva. Slowly rubbing back and forth, she watched Bonnie’s expression as she quickly lost interest in being queen, instead surrendering to Raven’s expert manipulations.

Bonnie’s breathing steadily became heavier, her hips twitching and jerking, as Raven continued stroking her. She tried her best to say, between gasps, “R-right there… y-y-yeah… ohhh… that feeeEEEEEELssss…”

Her body suddenly tensed up as her hands grasped wildly at the sheets. With Bonnie’s cute face scrunching as if she’d bit into a lemon, she held her breath, squeaked once, then let it all out in a long shuddering moan.

Raven watched, amazed, repeating to herself, ‘God, I love this girl.’

As usual, Bonnie fell asleep afterwards. Raven lay down beside her, pulling the covers over them and caressing her cheek. Tenderly kissing her young lover goodnight, Raven curled her arm around the child and fell asleep beside her.

*****

Kala awoke to a knock on the door and Grandma’s voice announcing cheerfully, “Breakfast is ready!”

Looking over at Jennie who was still asleep, she admired her for a moment, stroking her forehead and brushing some hair from her face. Then she leaned over and kissed her belly button. As her fingers lightly grazed over the girl’s tummy, Jennie suddenly squirmed, letting out her adorable giggle.

Kala lay back down beside her, staring into her blue eyes. “Grandma says it’s time for breakfast.”

Jennie’s face lit up as she remembered where she was. Throwing off the covers, she leaped out of bed and started pulling on her clothes. Kala got dressed also, slightly regretting how Jennie was covering up her beautiful naked body, but reminding herself that every night she would be able to enjoy it again.

As they left the room to go downstairs, they met Bonnie and Raven coming out of their bedroom. The four smiled happily at each other.

Seating themselves around the table, Grandma served them pancakes, while mentioning, “After we eat, we need to go enroll Jennie and Bonnie in school.”

“School?!” Raven exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, school.”

Kala said, “But, you know, we don’t have any records or birth certificates or anything. They’re not gonna believe we’re their moms.”

Grandma assured them, “I’ll go with you. I know the people over there. It’ll be fine.”

After breakfast, the girls went up to their rooms, returning shortly with their backpacks. “Now just remember,” Grandma addressed them all before they left, “at the school, you are mothers and daughters, not girlfriends. That means a hug and a quick kiss goodbye, nothing else.”

While Grandma drove to the school in her car, the others followed behind. Groups of kids, and adults too, stared in wonder when they pulled into the parking lot on their bikes then dismounted and headed toward the front entrance. As Kala and Jennie walked along, they overheard a young boy exclaim, “Whoa, did you see that motorcycle?!”

Kala smiled down at Jennie, “Looks like you’re going to be popular.”

Jennie, looking apprehensive, gripped Kala’s hand nervously. “What if nobody likes me?”

“Bonnie will be with you, and besides, the motorcycle makes you totally cool.” That made Jennie smile.

Meeting Grandma at the door, they followed her in as everyone continued to stare. Inside the office, she greeted the receptionist, “Hello, Mabel,” before pointing to Jennie. “This is my granddaughter, Jennie. We need to enroll her and her friend, Bonnie. Their birth certificates and vaccination records were lost during the move here. These two ladies are their mothers.”

The receptionist, a short, nearsighted older woman dressed conservatively and wearing horn-rimmed glasses, pulled out two forms, laying them on the counter. “They’ll need to fill these out.”

Raven strode to the counter, followed by Kala. Mabel’s eyes loomed out of her head as the two leather-jacket-clad punk women walked up. Kala took her form over to Jennie, sitting down beside her while Raven remained at the counter, taking a pen from the startled receptionist.

Shortly after beginning, Raven looked over at Bonnie, who was sitting quietly in a chair next to Jennie. “Bonnie, when were you born?”

Mabel’s eyes loomed out again in disbelief as she asked, “You don’t know your own daughter’s birthday?!”

“Am I supposed to?” Raven growled at the woman.

“Raven…” Grandma reminded her of her manners.

Raven continued filling out the information as best she could. When they were finished, they handed the forms to Mabel, who said, “Okay, they will both be in Ms. Wenthe’s class. It’s room number 4 down the hall and to the left.”

Stepping from the office into the hall, Grandma said to Raven and Kala, “I’ll meet ya’ll back at the house. Just remember what I told you about being mothers and daughters.”

After hugging Jennie goodbye, she turned to leave. Raven, Kala, Bonnie, and Jennie walked on down the hall toward Ms. Wenthe’s room. Upon reaching it, Raven and Kala knelt down and hugged the girls. Kala said to Jennie, “I’ll pick you up after school. I love you.” Raven said the same to Bonnie.

Jennie was nervous about all the strange faces, but Bonnie took her hand, squeezing it to reassure her as they walked into the classroom. The teacher pointed out their desks, which were next to each other. As they took their seats, one of the boys sitting near them said, “I really like your moms’ motorcycles!” Bonnie and Jennie thanked him as another girl smiled and said hi to them.

Out in the hall, Raven and Kala stood watching through the window in the door.

“Looks like they’re going to be fine,” Kala remarked.

Raven didn’t say anything, just shook her head.

Kala looked at her, “What’re you thinking?”

“This. What happened to us? We used to not have any obligations. We could do anything we wanted. We were part of the biggest and most respected female biker gang in the country. We were above everyone, answering to no one… now look at us. We just dropped our ‘daughters’ off at school. Our future now is PTA meetings and school recitals… and I got fucking shot too!”

“You don’t regret Bonnie or any of it, do you?”

“No, of course not. It’s just that… I can’t believe how much my life has changed, all because of her.”

Kala nodded slowly as she watched Jennie pulling out her pencils, opening a fresh clean notebook.

“I know. We gave up everything for them. It’s the ultimate surrender.”

THE END

After a long, stressful day at work, it’s so nice to come home and have my daughter help me relax…

 

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By Amanda Lynn

Over the next few days, Lisa was busy getting everything ready for the big visit from the social worker. First she made appointments with her doctor and with her dentist for Charlie. Then she contacted the school in their area and explained Charlie’s situation. Due to the amount of time she had missed, and because it was nearly the end of the current term anyway, the school proposed that Charlie should wait and repeat the grade in the fall. Lisa didn’t like the idea of her being a year behind, but she knew they were right, and it was in Charlie’s best interest, so she agreed. Finally, she hired an interior decorator who under Charlie’s close supervision remade her room into one fit for a princess.

When the following Monday morning rolled around, Lisa and Charlie went in to the office. Marcy was already at her desk when they arrived. “Good morning, Lisa,” she said with a smile. “Welcome back.”

“Good morning, I’d like you to meet Charlie,” Lisa replied, noticing the puzzled expression on Marcy’s face.

“Hello!” said Charlie with a bubbly voice. The girl was beaming and looking excitedly around at everything. Charlie had been rendered nearly speechless when Lisa told her, as they approached the beautiful glass and steel skyscraper, that she not only worked on the top floor but owned the whole building.

Marcy held out her hand. “Hello, Charlie. It’s very nice meeting you. That’s such a cute pink dress you have on.”

“Thank you, Marcy. Lisa’s told me a lot about you.”

“Wish I could say the same,” Marcy said flatly, looking up at her friend.

Lisa grinned, shaking her head. “Sorry, hon. It’s just been a whirlwind week. Tell you what, come into my office and bring me up to speed on what’s been going on around here, and I’ll tell you all about Charlie too.”

“Deal,” Marcy answered. “I’ll bring you a coffee. Charlie, would you like anything?”

“No, thanks,” said the girl.

As Lisa opened the door to her office, Charlie stepped quickly inside, then ran over to the huge windows overlooking the harbor. She pressed her hands and face to the glass leaving smudge marks behind.

“Wow! I’ve never been this high up before!” she exclaimed. “All the cars and people look so tiny.”

Lisa smiled at her childish enthusiasm.

Charlie came back over toward Lisa’s desk. “Who’s that man?” she asked, pointing to a portrait on the wall behind it.

“That’s my father. This was his company, and it became mine after he died. It was originally founded by his father a long time ago,” Lisa explained just as Marcy walked through the door carrying a big stack of folders and a steaming mug of coffee. She handed the coffee to Lisa then placed the heavy pile on the desk.

“Good lord, Marcy. I wasn’t gone all that long, was I?”

“Some of us actually work, you know,” Marcy said with a smirk. She provided Lisa with a quick summary of the material she’d brought in, then changed the subject. “So, tell me about your beautiful little friend here. You didn’t steal her from someone, did you?”

“What is it with people thinking I go around kidnapping children? Good heavens!” Lisa chuckled.

She and Marcy sat down on the sofa while Charlie continued exploring, soon leaving the office to wander around the rest of the floor. Over the next several minutes, Lisa brought Marcy up to date on all that had happened.

“That is just so beautiful, so sweet,” Marcy said, trying not to cry as Lisa finished telling the long story. “Holly and Ivy are going to love meeting her.”

“I have no doubt they’ll get along great,” said Lisa.

“How old is Charlie?”

“She’ll be 12 in a couple of months.”

“Oh, then she’s only a few months older than my girls. That’s perfect,” said Marcy. “We should make plans for them to get together.”

“Well, we’re coming over next Sunday for Easter dinner,” Lisa said. She patted Marcy’s knee, then got up and walked to her desk, ready to start in on her pile of work.

“Yes, but there’s no need for them to wait that long,” said Marcy as she headed for the office door. “How about a play date on Wednesday after dinner?”

Lisa cocked her head and laughed. “I don’t think 11-year-olds have play dates.”

“All right, it’s Wednesday evening at 7:00 then,” Marcy said with a wink, ignoring the other comment as she left the office.

Lisa shook her head, smiling, and grabbed the folder on the top of the stack.

**********

They pulled into the driveway of Marcy’s bungalow. No sooner had Lisa put the car in park than Charlie was already out the door and halfway up the walk.

Lisa laughed out loud. Charlie had been a bundle of energy all day, super anxious to meet Holly and Ivy. Her excitement had actually started Monday afternoon on their drive home when Lisa told Charlie about the plans. She’d pestered her with endless questions about the twins. What did they look like? How old were they? What music did they like? What kind of things were they into? Lisa just answered as best she could.

She followed Charlie up the walk and pushed the doorbell. The door opened, and a smiling Marcy greeted them.

“Come in, come in,” she said, holding open the door. “I’m so glad you’re here. These two have been driving me nuts with their incessant questions.” Marcy nodded toward the twins, who were standing just a few feet away.

Holly and Ivy were literally vibrating with eager energy, broad smiles on their faces. The two beautiful girls were identical, naturally, except for their hair. Holly’s was long and blonde and straight, while Ivy’s raven black hair hung in wavy curls just above her shoulders.

Lisa and Charlie stepped inside, and Marcy closed the door.

“Hi, girls,” Lisa said.

“Hi, Auntie Lisa,” the twins answered in unison.

“Girls, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is Holly,” Lisa said, indicating the blonde child, “and this is Ivy.”

“Hi,” said the girls.

“Hi,” Charlie squeaked.

“Okay, why don’t you two take Charlie to your room or down to the family room and get to know each other,” Marcy suggested.

Charlie kicked off her shoes as Ivy waved her over to them. She followed the twins, and they disappeared down the hall, already giggling.

Marcy and Lisa went into the living room. “Coffee?” Marcy asked, as she headed toward the kitchen.

“Please,” nodded Lisa. She sat down on the sofa.

Marcy returned after a minute and handed Lisa a cup of coffee, then took a seat in an armchair.

“You mentioned yesterday,” Marcy immediately began, “that you wanted to find a nanny for Charlie, someone to take care of her after school while you’re at work. I talked with Janice about it, and she would be happy to watch Charlie as well as Holly and Ivy.”

Lisa sipped her coffee and thought for a moment.

Janice had been hired by Lisa shortly after the twins were born, and she’d taken care of them ever since Marcy returned to work full-time. She knew that Marcy trusted Janice completely. Lisa had met her on numerous occasions over the years, knew Janice fairly well, and she too felt she could trust her.

“You’re sure she wouldn’t mind having another little girl to look after?”

Marcy shook her head. “Janice won’t mind a bit. She loves taking care of kids.”

“All right, that would be great. Thank you. I’ll pay her, of course.”

“Good, then it’s all settled. I’ll let her know tomorrow,” Marcy smiled.

The two friends sat and chatted away the evening while Charlie and the twins occupied themselves with the usual things preteen girls do.

**********

When the day arrived for the social worker’s visit, Lisa and Charlie both were bundles of nerves. The whole process, however, lasted less than an hour, and the social worker, an older woman who’d been on the job more than 30 years, assured them that in Charlie’s case the interview was just a formality. All the relevant boxes already had been ticked.

Friday night, a week and a half later, Sheryl showed up at the front door looking very lawyer-like once again, except for the fact that she was sporting lime green hair. Charlie answered the doorbell and saw that Sheryl was carrying her portfolio along with a large bottle of wine. A big grin was on her face.

“Hi, sweetie!” Sheryl loudly exclaimed, giving Charlie a hug the best she could with her hands so full.

“Sheryl!” Charlie squealed as she hugged back.

“Going to be one of those nights, is it?” Lisa smiled, spying the bottle of wine as she came around the corner to greet her friend.

“That is within the realm of possibilities. But this bottle, my dear ladies, is for celebrating.” Giving the wine to Lisa, Sheryl kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat. Then she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out another smaller bottle with 7-UP stenciled on the side. She handed it to Charlie. “This one’s for you to celebrate with, honey.”

They all walked into the kitchen, and Lisa took three wine glasses from the cupboard. Two were large and had been used many times by the women. The third was a smaller version. Sheryl opened and poured the wine while Lisa filled the smaller glass with some of Charlie’s pop.

“Okay, then. What are we celebrating?” Lisa asked.

Sheryl pulled a document from her portfolio and set it on the counter. “Sign and initial each page where indicated, and your guardianship will be permanent. Charlie will never have to leave your side.” She raised her glass in a toast.

Lisa and Charlie looked at each other, and then at Sheryl. After they each took a quick swallow, Lisa and Charlie set their glasses down and together wrapped their arms around Sheryl, hugging her tightly.

“It’s okay, Lisa,” Charlie said with a giggle. “You can kiss her now.” And Lisa did, as Charlie watched them happily.

Lisa grabbed her glass and the wine bottle, and was about to lead them into the living room when Sheryl stopped her.

“Not so fast, you lush,” the lawyer quipped. “Sign first, party second.”

“Now if that’s not the pot calling the kettle black,” Lisa laughed.

She picked up the pen Sheryl had just placed on the counter. When all the signing and initialing was done, Sheryl put the document back into her portfolio where it would be safe, and the three headed into the living room to celebrate.

Lisa and Charlie sat on the sofa while Sheryl took the armchair. They drank and laughed and talked, mostly about adult stuff but they did try to include Charlie in on the conversation from time to time.

After a while, Charlie leaned over, whispering something to Lisa. Sheryl watched as her friend slowly turned her head and looked closely at Charlie. Lisa’s expression appeared to be one of mild surprise.

“Are you sure?” she asked softly.

The little girl nodded and jumped up off the sofa. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed now,” she announced, not looking the least bit sleepy.

Charlie gave Lisa a nice long goodnight kiss, then went over to Sheryl. This time she didn’t wait for an invitation. She plopped right down on her lap and wrapped her arms around the woman, pressing their cheeks together.

“Thank you so much,” Charlie whispered in her ear. Pulling back, she looked into Sheryl’s eyes for a moment, then gave her a big kiss on the lips before getting up again.

“G’night,” Charlie breezily waved to them as she headed off to bed.

The women sat in silence for a few moments.

“What was that all about?” Sheryl finally asked.

Lisa smiled and put her wine glass down on the table. She patted the cushion beside her, leering at Sheryl with bedroom eyes. Sheryl put her own glass down, then made her way over to Lisa and sat next to her.

After gazing at Sheryl for several seconds, then reaching up to stroke her hair, Lisa leaned in and kissed the woman’s bottom lip, gently pulling on it with her teeth. “Charlie gave me permission to fuck your brains out. Her words,” she cooed.

“Oh, she did, did she?” Sheryl replied with a surprised chuckle. “Well, then I guess we shouldn’t disappoint her.” She grabbed Lisa’s head and mashed their mouths together.

Her eyes closed in the kiss, Lisa pulled blindly at Sheryl’s blouse, tugging it from the waistband of her slacks. She fumbled with the buttons until the blouse was open. Sheryl continued to hold Lisa’s head with both hands, her tongue dancing around her lips and in her mouth. Lisa pushed Sheryl’s bra up, exposing her breasts, then grabbed each hard nipple, pinching and pulling at them. Sheryl let out a slow deep growl as she broke their kiss.

Taking Lisa by the shoulders, Sheryl stood up momentarily while at the same time pushing the other woman onto her back on the sofa. Lisa yelped in surprise as Sheryl fell upon her, biting at her ears. Sheryl aggressively kissed and sucked her neck and throat. Her hands roughly groped Lisa’s tits through her shirt. Then she stood again, wiping her mouth.

“Get naked,” Sheryl ordered as she hurriedly began removing her own clothes.

Lisa silently but eagerly obeyed. Shirt, pants, and undergarments from both women were discarded with reckless abandon around the living room. Once Lisa was naked, Sheryl was on her like a predator on its prey. Lisa moaned as her breasts were squeezed and her nipples were assaulted with bites and pinches. Her lover was in one of those rare moods, and Lisa knew she would probably be sore in the morning. She was going to be Sheryl’s personal plaything tonight, like it or not. Luckily she did.

Sheryl took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it as she pushed a finger deep into Lisa’s core. Lisa cried out at the shock of the sudden intrusion.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sheryl asked in a dominant tone.

“Yes, mistress,” Lisa whined as Sheryl continued to rub and finger her pussy. Lisa’s hips bucked and rolled with the onslaught. A wave of pleasure and pain raced through her body.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Sheryl asked.

“Uh-huh,” Lisa murmured, biting her lip. She could feel herself getting close very quickly, but then — “Nooo!” Lisa pleaded when Sheryl pulled her finger out of her now soaked pussy.

Sheryl put the finger in Lisa’s mouth, letting her taste her own juices. Then she crawled forward on the sofa and straddled Lisa, a knee on either side of her rib cage.

“Play with my clit,” she ordered. Sheryl had a large pink clit that protruded from between thick pussy lips, gleaming with moisture.

Lisa put her thumb over it and began to rub in a circular motion. “Fuck, yes! Rub it!” Sheryl moaned as she reached back to play with Lisa’s throbbing clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, make me come,” Lisa pleaded.

“Don’t be such a greedy bitch,” Sheryl growled. “You haven’t made me come yet.”

Lisa looked up at her friend and saw pure animalistic lust in her eyes. Lisa didn’t mind when Sheryl would let out her aggressive dominatrix persona, but she was glad it was a fairly rare event.

She redoubled her efforts on Sheryl’s clit, stroking, squeezing, pulling, even slapping at it. Soon Sheryl was rocking her hips and moaning loudly as she continued to rub and finger Lisa’s pussy. It wasn’t long until both women had enjoyed their first orgasms of the night. That wouldn’t be their last.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Lisa suggested a few minutes later. They were lying naked on the sofa, with Sheryl on top, both breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

All the way in the two lovers hungrily kissed and pawed at one another, banging into walls as they went. They fell through the door into the bedroom, somehow keeping their feet. Lisa managed to break away from Sheryl long enough to shut the door. She turned on the bedside lamp, then flopped down on the bed.

Sheryl went to a tall oak bureau and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a blue vibrator and a black strap-on. Lisa smiled and reached into the drawer of her nightstand where she found a bottle of lube.

As she lay down beside Lisa, Sheryl handed the vibrator to her. “Do me first,” she requested. Her inner animal seemed to have calmed a bit.

Lisa took the vibrator, but set it aside for the moment. She rolled over on top of Sheryl and brought their lips together. Lisa kissed her lover’s mouth for a few minutes, thoroughly exploring with her tongue before sliding down to take one of Sheryl’s large erect nipples between her lips. She sucked hard on it, flicking it with her tongue as Sheryl purred with pleasure.

Slowly she kissed and licked her way down Sheryl’s body, stopping to admire her chiseled six-pack. Then she moved on to the nicely trimmed patch of bright green pubic hair. Lisa smiled at the sight of it, then took Sheryl’s engorged clit into her mouth, sucking on it as she had her nipple.

“Yes,” Sheryl hissed. “Suck my pussy. Fuck my cunt!”

Lisa did, shoving two fingers deep inside Sheryl, sliding them in and out, loving how hot and slippery she felt.

“Goddamn it, yes!” the woman groaned, panting and writhing on the bed.

And then, just when she thought Sheryl was nearing the edge, Lisa stopped.

“Ohh fuck no! Please don’t stop,” Sheryl begged.

Lisa giggled. “Who’s the greedy bitch now?”

Then she picked up the vibrator and the bottle of lube. Sheryl was so wet that the lube wasn’t really necessary, but Lisa rubbed some on the toy anyway, then turned it on to its lowest setting. With its hum filling the air, Lisa touched the tip to Sheryl’s throbbing clit. Sheryl jerked her hips and moaned loudly.

Lisa continued to stimulate her clit for a while, then slid the toy down toward her opening and slowly pushed it in. Sheryl shuddered heavily. As Lisa began to fuck her friend with the buzzing toy, Sheryl grabbed and pinched her own nipples. She moaned even louder when Lisa increased the setting on the toy. The sounds of the vibrator changed in pitch and volume as Lisa plunged it in and out of Sheryl’s core.

“Fuck, yes, Lisa! Don’t stop – yes – yes –  I  —  I’m coming!”

Sheryl clawed at the sheets, howling in pleasure. She cried out, almost screaming, and then thrust her hips into the air. Sheryl’s cum splashed onto Lisa’s chest as the vibrator slipped from her pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Lisa exclaimed, more from the suddenness of it than from the fact that Sheryl had squirted on her.

Sheryl’s chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Holy… fuck… is right…” she said between gasps.

Lisa lay down beside her friend and nibbled on an ear as she waited for her to collect herself.

After a minute or so, Sheryl rolled onto her side facing Lisa. She kissed her very softly on the lips. It seemed the tiger was now a kitten. Sheryl cupped one of Lisa’s breasts and gently squeezed and fondled the nipple before she took it into her mouth. Lisa moaned in response.

Sheryl played her tongue over the nipple as her hand found its way to Lisa’s pussy. Her fingers easily moved through the slick folds and into her core. Lisa pushed her hips up to greet Sheryl’s fingers as they found their way to her clit.

“You are so fucking wet,” Sheryl purred.

Lisa just grunted.

Sheryl kissed her way down Lisa’s belly. Spreading her labia with her thumbs and pressing her mouth inside, Sheryl lovingly explored Lisa’s furrow, savoring all the smells and tastes and textures she adored, causing Lisa to whimper when she began to plunge her stiffened tongue in and out of her juicy vagina. Then, very slowly, kissing and licking as she went, she worked her way back up to Lisa’s clit. After nuzzling it with her nose, then sucking on it for a few moments, then flicking her tongue wildly over the sensitive nub, she had Lisa moaning and thrashing on the bed, primed to explode.

She stopped.

Sheryl took one more long slow lick of Lisa’s pussy before climbing off the bed and standing up.

“Nooo,” Lisa whined in protest.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Sheryl said, as she grabbed the strap-on and fastened it around her hips.

Lisa did as she was told. Positioning herself in the center of the bed, knees spread apart, ass in the air, and resting on her elbows, she waited. In the mirror over her dressing table, Lisa watched Sheryl make minor adjustments to the harness and then lubricate the long black cock.

Sheryl brought herself up behind Lisa and played with her butt cheeks, squeezing and pinching and slapping them. After squirting some lube into the crack of Lisa’s ass, she spread it around with her finger, teasing at the rosebud of her anus.

Placing the silicone cock at Lisa’s entrance, Sheryl slowly pushed it in. With Lisa’s heightened state of arousal and the ample supply of lube and juices, there was little resistance to Sheryl’s effort to penetrate her. Still, Lisa gasped as she felt the alien intrusion.

When she’d achieved maximum depth, Sheryl bent forward and kissed Lisa’s back, rubbing her lips over the woman’s hot skin, tasting salty sweat. She reached around to the front and pinched Lisa’s hardened nipples, tugging at them as she nipped at her shoulders.

“Mmmm, yeahhh,” Lisa purred. Little shivers of pleasure caused her to twitch. “Come on, fuck me!”

Straightening up, Sheryl placed a hand on each of Lisa’s hips as she began to slide the cock in and out. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace as Lisa’s pleas for release spurred her on, exciting her.

Lisa knew she was almost there. It was only a matter of seconds now. “Fuck me, Sheryl!”

Suddenly Lisa cried out as her reality was splintered by a powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing through her — and it wasn’t over. Although Lisa’s mind was foggy, she sensed another climax already beginning to grow, this one being exquisitely different.

Sheryl’s thrusts were unrelenting as the base of the strap-on mashed against her own clit again and again and again. She continued to fuck her friend, harder and harder, until she too reached climax, throwing back her head, grimacing and shuddering in ecstasy.

When Lisa came the second time, it felt as if a tightly wound spring had suddenly been released, its energy radiating out to every bit of her body. Lisa shook all over, moaning loudly. Then her limbs turned to mush.

Lisa and Sheryl collapsed on the bed together, both panting, gasping for air. They were exhausted, spent for the moment, but still they weren’t finished. The pair fucked twice more that evening before finally falling asleep in a sweaty, sticky, jumble amid the tangled sheets.

Neither woman was aware that Charlie had given herself three very powerful orgasms that night as well. The girl now sat half asleep in the dark of Lisa’s walk-in closet, waiting for the opportunity to sneak unnoticed back to her own room.

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