Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

Monday 31st January, 1966

I was awake early so I laid in bed waiting for Mommy to come. Then after I heard Daddy drive off I got a idea. Why dont I suprise her and go to her room instead?

So I jumped from my bed and ran naked into Mommy’s room. She was happy to see me and smiling, her eyes all sparkly. She turned the covers down on one side and invited me in with her. My heart was beating hard when I saw she was naked, too.

I ran over and jumped on the bed, and I was in Mommy’s arms. It was so nice to feel her kissing me. Her tongue in my mouth while she cuddled me close. Her body is so warm and soft. My hands went to her breasts, and when our kiss was done my mouth was on her nipples, sucking and licking them.

While I did that, Mommy was touching me all over. I felt her hands go down my back to touch my behind, then her fingers went in between and played with my bottom hole. That felt so good that I thought I maybe could come from it.

But Mommy had another idea. She pulled away, then rolled me on my back. Then she said she wanted to show me something new. She had a funny smile that made me think it was going to be really special.

Was it ever! She got up on her knees and moved my legs apart until I was wide open to her. Then she reached down and touched me, a soft touch that almost tickled. I wanted so bad to feel her finger in me. But then she lay down between my legs and started to kiss my pussy!

I was so shocked I didnt know what to do. Then she started licking me, and it was the BEST. I was opening myself even wider, far as I could, pushing at her face just so I could feel more of her mouth. It was amazing! Her hot tongue sliding into me and going up and down then licking my clit, that place near the top of my pussy that feels so good when you touch it.

When I came I was shaking so hard that I could hear the bed, squeaking like crazy. It was like a big ball of hot fire that started in my tummy, then spread out through all my body. I had to scream it felt so huge in me. Mommy didnt stop, she kept licking, going on and on until I begged her to quit.

She came up to rest beside me and we kissed, while I lay there breathing hard and shivering. I got real excited too, when I figured out I was tasting my pussy on Mommy’s lips.

Then she rolled over on her back, her legs apart, giving me a good look at all of her.

My heart was beating fast, cause then I knew what Mommy wanted me to do.

She said, Dont be frightened, Susie, when I crawled between her legs and got down on my tummy. Her pussy was close to my face. But I wasnt even close to being scared. I wanted to lick Mommy more than anything!

It was so pretty, her pussy. She had a patch of soft dark hair with the opening in the middle all pink and juicy inside.

I touched her down there to feel how warm and wet she was. Then I licked my fingers.

Before I knew I was doing it, I was licking Mommy and she was calling my name and it was amazing!! I was loving licking her, filling my mouth with her taste while she cried out and shook all over.

I was so happy when she came, so excited to do that to her! I used my tongue to give her a orgasm. And my lips and chin were all sticky from Mommy’s pussy, but it tasted yummy! She must of thought so too, cause she kissed me and licked all round my mouth to get the flavor of it.

Then we held each other and I rested my face against her soft titties. While we hugged she asked me about what Claire and I did in my room last night before supper.

I told her all of it. How we kissed, then we took our tops and bras off and sucked each others nipples, and then how we took off everything else and rubbed our pussies the way Mommy did with Aunt Evie until both of us came.

That was when I thought about something that I wanted to ask Mommy, so I did.

I said, if Claire is my girlfriend cause we made love, does it mean you and me are girlfriends too?

Mommy gave me a quick kiss on the nose, then shook her head and said. No, angel. I’m still your mother and you are still my little girl. We do these things together cause they feel good and make us happy. If we were girlfriends, then I might be jealuos about you and Claire. But since I’m your mother I can be glad that you have such a pretty little friend to love. Thats not exactly what she said, but its close.

I had to give Mommy a big hug when she said that. She is the smartest lady in the world. And I am so lucky to have her for a mother!

We spent a long time in bed together. After we rested some, Mommy showed me how we could lay on our sides and lick each other at the same time. I liked doing that, a lot.

Then she got me to lay down on my belly, and she did something really wild! First she touched my bottom, rubbing soft and gentle like she was petting a cat. Then she sort of opened me up with her hands, and I felt her tongue licking my bottom hole!

I was so suprised that I couldnt even talk. I never knew that people did things like that to each other, but it felt so nice that I understood pretty soon why they did. She licked me that way for a long time. I didnt come again, but I already did it twice so that was OK. I just lay there, feeling like I was floating in the sky while Mommy’s tongue went up and down inside my bottom.

After awhile she started to kiss me in a line all up my back, and when she got to my neck I rolled over and kissed her mouth. I wanted to know if my bottom hole is as yummy as my pussy is, but it didnt really have any taste.

Mommy and I held each other for a long time, kissing some. I wanted to lick her bottom like she did mine, but she just hugged me and said, Next time, sweetheart. Lets take a nap instead.

I didn’t feel like it, I was sure. But then I fell asleep right away in Mommy’s arms.

*****

Tuesday 1st February, 1966

I asked Claire if we could go to her house after school. I told her I wanted to show her something special and secret that was just for us two to know. She told me sure, and we met by the front door after our last class.

We ran all the way back to her house and flew up the stairs to her room. There wasnt a whole lot of time for me to show her my secret, and I was so excited I wanted to yell!

Soon as she closed the door Claire took me in her arms and kissed me, pushing her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a long time till she pulled away and told me she had been thinking about doing that all day long. Then she started unbuttoning her top.

You cant ever tell anyone what I am gonna show you, I said as we stood close beside her bed and took off our skirts and panties.

She promised me she wouldnt tell. Her eyes all bright and happy.

I got her to sit on the edge of her bed and moved her legs wide apart so I could get down on my knees in between. I told her to lay back, then I took a good look at her pussy. It was so pretty that I felt all excited and dizzy, like I had been running to get something I wanted real bad.

I whispered, Close your eyes. I could already smell her pussy, and my mouth was watering just cause of me thinking about tasting her there.

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. Then I went between Claire’s legs and put my mouth to her, my tongue going into the pussy opening. Her vagina, thats a word for it that Mommy told me.

Claire cried out and her body jerked real hard, but I held on. I was licking her, loving her taste. My tongue moved as deep into her pussy as I could make it go, then I began to push it in and out. She was really wet, and pretty soon her juice was dripping from my chin, like when I eat a peach.

She began to shiver like she was freezing cold but I held on tight to her. I wanted to make her come really big!

Her hands were in my hair, and she was rubbing her pussy into my face while she made loud sounds. Her head turned from side to side really fast like she was trying to say, NO, NO, NO, NO, but I bet that wasnt what she was thinking!

Mommy had told me how to find the clit, and I started to suck on it like a little nipple. That was when she went totally crazy, more than ever before.

I was so happy that I felt like laughing as I made Claire come. She was crying out from how good it felt. Her fingers got all tangled up in my hair.

When she got her breath back I got up, lay down next to Claire and kissed her. She made a little suprised noise when she tasted her pussy on my mouth.

I gave her a big smile and asked if she liked that.

She said yes. There was a pretty blush on her face when she asked if I wanted her to do it to me.

Quick as a bunny I was on the bed and my legs wide apart, showing Claire every bit of my pussy. Then there was the lovely feeling of her warm, wet tongue licking me!

She was shy about it to start. But I showed her where to go, and to kiss and lick. Claire got it quick, and pretty soon she had me almost screaming as I came in her mouth. I sort of bit my hand trying to be quiet! It only left a little mark, but just in case I put a band aid on it after I brushed my teeth.

So after I came, she slipped in my arms and we snuggled. Her naked body was so soft and nice when it was touching mine. We kissed again and again and held each other till we heard her mom come home. We got up and grabbed our clothes then, getting dressed fast as we could.

Just before we went downstairs Claire hugged me and whispered, I love you, Susie. Something in her eyes and the way she said it made me want to cry. It was so sweet. I kissed her and said, I love you too. And I knew deep down inside that I DID love her. My beautiful Claire.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By JetBoy (with Androgyne)

I lie placidly, allowing the gentle tide to carry me along the shore. My body is warmed from head to toe, as if I’m stretched beneath some unseen sun. Then suddenly the ebb and flow of the ocean solidifies into a bed — the bed, actually.

The sound of Josie’s voice summons me back to the here and now. But wait, who is she talking to…?

I raise my still-spinning head, suddenly struck stone cold sober by the sight of a woman standing in the bedroom doorway.

Oh, good Christ in heaven, I’m done for. Josie’s mum is home and has caught me in bed with her twelve year old child, both of us naked and the room reeking of rough sex.

She doesn’t look like Josie, though; this woman is darker and heavy set, with shapely hips and a generous set of breasts — and she’s grinning at us both.

Grinning? I steal a quick look at my young lover, and she looks… pleased. What the fuck is going on here?

My head swivels back to the strange woman, who is fondling her left breast. “My, my. Looks like you two been enjoyin’ yourselves…” she murmurs.

Josie tugs at my arm. “Lesley, this is Gillian. She’s Tommy’s mum.” She flashes me a bad-girl smile. “Oh… an’ she was my first lover, the one I told you about. I asked her to come by later when I took Tommy home. Mum gave her a spare key ages ago, so she can drop in to check on me and make sure I’m all right.”

Gillian slowly enters the room, moving cat-like toward the bed. “Well, Jo… are you all right, then?”

Josie purses her face in mock-concentration, touching a finger to her chin, suddenly speaking in the lilting voice of a child half her age. “Oh, Miss Gillian… I met this nice lady at the park, an’ we’ve been playing ever such lovely games together… but we could have even more fun if you joined us!” Her eyes are filled with innocent longing, as if she’d just spied a toy she wants in a window display. “Won’t you come an’ play… please?”

Fuck, she’s behaving like a little girl, hands clasped before her and an angelic expression on her face — certainly a far cry from the adolescent slut who just had her arm buried wrist-deep in my hole.

As for Gillian, she seems more amused than anything by Josie’s sweetness-and-light act. Soon as she gets within reaching distance, her arm snakes out to roughly grasp the girl’s shoulder, drawing her close. Taking a handful of Josie’s unruly blonde tresses, she tugs at it until my young lover’s head is tilted back. Gillian’s eyes meet mine; and I watch, heart thumping as she claims Josie’s mouth in a punishing kiss. Their tongues tangle lewdly, and I can see Josie’s hands groping at her neighbour’s heavy breasts through her flannel shirt.

You might think that I’d be consumed with jealousy at the sight of this strange woman, having her way with my Josie. Instead, I am on fire inside, the animal within me awakened and hungry once more. After all, I’ve never been one to behave possessively toward my lovers, and am very much into the idea of sharing my new bedmate with this dead sexy older woman.

Mere moments ago I was desperately in need of a breather from the brutal fucking I’d just taken; now I’m ready to run wild again.

Pushing myself up from the bed and onto my knees, I move to join the others. Gillian breaks away from Josie, raising her face to mine. “Well, Lesley,” she purrs, “I see you like the young stuff… Now, d’ya feel like havin’ it off with a woman?” Her gaze is cool, defiant.

By way of an answer, I take hold of her collar and yank it downward, tearing her shirt, buttons flying. Somehow I’m not surprised to see that she has gone without a bra, her heavy breasts spilling forth.

Not only is Gillian not upset by my aggression, she’s positively elated. “Randy bitch,” she hisses; then her mouth covers mine, and we kiss.

My head is reeling with excitement, and the next couple of minutes are something of a blur; but somehow Josie and I manage to strip Gillian bare, scattering her clothes about the room in the process. Naked, she’s a formidable woman; with generous breasts, a soft, full belly, and deliciously rounded buttocks.

We get Gillian spread out on the bed, then I’m on my belly and going down on her, nose buried deep in a thatch of dark pubic curls as I feast on the juicy flesh of her pussy.

Josie is bent over Gillian’s breasts, licking avidly at her nipples; raising her head when her older lover demands, “Enough of that, girl… you know what I need! I’ve been wantin’ to taste you all fuckin’ day.” Gillian licks her lips in a very lewd fashion, staring hungrily at the naked child.

With a wicked grin, Josie moves to straddle Gillian’s face. “Here y’go,” she sighs, lowering her dewy slit to the neighbour’s parted lips.

My mouth is fastened to this woman’s vagina, drinking down the thick, syrupy fluids that flow freely from her; staring at Josie’s pert little backside as Gillian’s tongue flickers, flame-like, between her boyish thighs. “Mmmmyeah,” Josie pants, rocking atop her older lover’s face, “lick me, Gilly… get me off!”

I’m going down on Gillian with everything I have, licking and sucking at her cunt like the same ravenous she-beast I’d already been with Josie. No restraint is wanted now — my intention is to make this woman come and come hard. I fuck her with my tongue, then press deep open-mouthed kisses into the rosy flesh.

Her clitoris protrudes like a tiny pink spear, practically begging to be sucked. I heed its call, taking the inflamed nubbin between my lips, teasing its tip with a fluttering tongue.

Gillian’s frame seizes up as she gets slammed by the first orgasm. A choked cry is torn from her throat, muffled by Josie’s vulva. As for my adolescent lover, she moans in delight, swaying atop the licking mouth of “Gilly,” and groping at her flat chest. Josie’s eyes are closed, head tilted to one side and a dreamy smile on her lips.

Gillian’s legs begin to tremble as soon as she starts to come, almost imperceptibly at first. But soon enough she is bucking violently as her pleasure continues to climb. Josie is watching me as I work on her lover’s clit.

I want to take this incredible woman through at least one more climax, to reduce her to babbling lunacy, but she suddenly reaches down to push my face away from her glistening sex. Not in a hostile way, mind you — she’s simply overcome, at least for now.

Josie slowly raises herself from Gillian’s flushed, moist face to kneel next to her, then bends to kiss the panting woman, her tongue circling Gillian’s mouth. “Mmmmyummy-yum…” the child purrs, tasting her own cunt and loving it. Finally she flops onto her back, still savouring the rich essence on her lips.

“Bloody hell,” croaks Gillian, still straining for breath, turning to gape at me, “that’s a wild mouth you got, er — what was your name, love?”

“Her name’s Lesley,” chirps Josie before I can answer, rolling her eyes. “Wow, she made you come so hard that you can’t ‘member stuff anymore, huh?” She’s grinning.

“Quiet, child,” Gillian scowls at Josie, then breaks into a smile as she glances back at me. “Pleased to meet you an’ all, Les… now, how about letting me watch you an’ Jo goin’ at it, hmmm?”

Yes, that’s what I want. By rights I should be utterly drained, left exhausted and limp after this crazed bout of sapphic sex. It’s not enough, though — not nearly enough. Not for Josie, not for me either. We need more, and the harder and faster the better.

I see my lewd appetite reflected in young Josie’s eyes as she crawls over to me and into my arms. We kiss hotly, facing one another on our knees.

From there it’s easy enough to get my little-girl lover onto her back, raising one of her thin legs to prepare Josie for what I want to do next. My eyes never leaving hers, I fork my own legs wide apart and move into the child until my cunt, hot and dripping with juice, is plastered against her smooth vulva.

Josie looks confused for a moment but gets the idea immediately, grinding against me even before I start to work my sex into hers.

It takes us a moment for me to adjust to her movements, and then we are coupling like animals, hips churning wildly as our pussies slide and press together in a hot, slippery lesbian fuck.

Young Josie seems almost possessed by lust, her body arching and flexing, teeth bared and her breath hissing with each thrust of her slim hips. She clutches my bent leg, crushing it to her chest, then gasps, digging into the soft flesh of my thigh with gnawed fingernails as she reacts to an instant of heavenly contact between her sex and mine. I know what she feels, experiencing a similar jolt of pleasure every time her cunt brushes my throbbing clitoris.

I steal a glance at Gillian, who is watching us intently, breathing hard as she rubs wantonly at her minge; then I crush my mound into Josie’s with a renewed energy, the two of us pumping in our crazed mutual rhythm like a machine gone mad.

Suddenly a howl explodes from Josie as her climax kicks in, the girl’s supple body bowed backwards in helpless pleasure. I keep grinding against her, fucking the living hell out of this preteen minx — and then I’m coming too, sucked into my own maelstrom of rapture.

It’s the beginning and the end at once; a death that feels like being born — my soul an infant expelled bawling from the slippery cunt of the goddess.

When the whirling in my head — wheels within wheels within wheels — slows down to a manageable speed, I allow my eyes to flutter open — only to see Gillian’s grinning face inches from mine.

“Fuckin’ hell, that was a lovely sight!” she exclaims, bending down to kiss me roughly, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. My tongue emerges to spar playfully with hers, then I give her lower lip a sharp little bite.

Gillian gasps, then draws back to study me. “Quite the firework you are, ain’tcha?” She moves in again, this time nibbling at my ear for a few seconds, then she whispers, “Jo told me you was a real find… she weren’t far wrong, I’d say!”

I blink, and her face vanishes from my view. So I raise myself up onto unsteady elbows, just in time to see her climb on top of Josie, their mouths coming together. Josie mewls into their kiss, tilting her pelvis to wrap both legs around Gillian.

My eyes widen as I see Josie’s hips move. Fuck me, that little tart is grinding her slit against Gillian’s belly! In my life, I’ve hooked up with some sexually driven women, but never one as insatiable as this twelve-year-old baby dyke.

Winded as I am, the sight of my hungry little lover somehow renews me, rouses the beast to life once more. I roll onto all fours, then begin a slow, catlike crawl toward the woman and her little-girl partner, feeling the heat rising inside as I draw closer.

Now I’m kneeling behind Gillian, staring appreciatively at her generous buttocks. Though nothing can fire my lust like the pert bottom of a young girl, I must admit that the full, apple-shaped arse of a woman — a real woman, not some scrawny, weight-obsessed twat — gets my juices flowing as well. And Gillian’s is a beauty; built for comfort, made to be groped by a lesbian slut like me.

So I do exactly that, my hands exploring the contours of her bum. I can hear Gillian humming appreciatively into Josie’s mouth when I seek out the opening between her legs, easing two fingers inside the slippery canal. That leaves my thumb perfectly positioned to enter her anal pucker. So, with a quick swipe of the tongue between the buttocks to get her moist there, I probe my way into Gillian’s arse.

Now buried deep in both holes, I start in on fucking her, working my fingers about inside that juicy cunt. Gillian’s honey flows freely, soon coating most of my hand… and she relaxes her arsehole enough for me to move my thumb around in circles, massaging the walls of her rectum. She and Josie are still kissing, interrupted by the occasional moan.

Then Gillian twists about to stare appreciatively at me over her shoulder. “Oi, Lesley… you’re not one of them dykes that has an objection to wearin’ a cock, are ya?”

Puzzled, I pause in my lewd fingering to shake my head.

“Good,” she sighs. “I had a lover once who… well, she an’ her mates din’t approve of women who liked to get rogered with a rubber prick. Women like me.” She rolls her eyes heavenward. “Too much like sex with a man, they says. Well, now… see that bag by the door?” She gestures in that direction with her head, and I peer across the room to see a black leather satchel on the floor that hadn’t been there earlier. She grins wickedly. “Not that your fingers don’t feel damn good in there… but if you want somethin’ that’ll really fill me up, have a look inside the bag.”

“Oooh! You gonna get her to fuck you with the Black Beast, Gilly?” squeals Josie, peeping at me from beneath Gillian’s womanly form, her cheek touching a pendulous breast.

“That’s the idea, love,” replies Gillian, also watching me.

Extracting my slippery fingers from her cunt and arse, I climb from the bed and pad over to where the satchel rests. Picking it up and placing it in a nearby chair, I unbuckle the clasp that holds it shut.

My eyes widen as I take in the generous collection of sex toys that fill Gillian’s bag. And right on top of the lot is an enormous latex cock with a harness attached, dark as ebony and at least ten inches long — obviously, the Black Beast.

I gingerly extract the massive prick from the satchel as if it might explode; then cradle it in my hands, feeling its weight.

“That’s the one,” Gillian purrs, now seated on the bed’s edge. Josie lies on her belly, chin resting on crossed arms. “Wanna do me with it?”

I stare at her incredulously. “You can… take this? The whole thing?”

“Every bit,” she grins. “Put it on, Les, an’ see just how deep you can get inside me.”

“Yeah!” Josie chimes in. “I tried to fuck Gilly with it, but it didn’t work.” She sighs resignedly. “I’m still too little.”

Gillian got up on all fours, presenting her buttocks to me, peering expectantly over her shoulder. “C’mon, love — put it to me! I’ve been all hot an’ bothered for a good poundin’.”

Well, that was an invitation I wasn’t about to refuse. Stepping into, then adjusting the harness, I reach behind my back to fasten it, while Josie rises from the bed, luxuriously stretches herself, then wanders over to Gillian’s bag and begins to root around inside.

“Look, Lesley!” she says, pulling another strap-on from the satchel, this one a bright pink four-inch model. “This is Pink Boy. Gilly uses it on me sometimes.”

I pause in the middle of tightening my harness, dazed by an image of twelve-year-old Josie, on her back with thighs spread wide as she gets fucked by the mother next door.

“And this,” my little lover continues, hauling out a long double-headed latex dildo, “is Elastic Man. We call him that ‘cos he’s all bendy!” She demonstrates, flexing the toy into different positions; then placing it to one side before plunging into the bag again, emerging with a string of anal beads. “Now, these–”

“Jo,” interrupts Gillian, arching an eyebrow, “you can show Lesley the toys later, right? For now, why don’tcha ferret out the lube an’ get the Beast all nice and slippery for me.”

“Righto!” an unfazed Josie chirps, reaching into the satchel to poke and paw about. Finding what she wants, her hand emerges with a slightly crumpled white tube. Flipping the top open, she squirts a dollop of transparent gel into her hand, then turns to me and begins to lovingly anoint the jet-black cock that jutted, almost defiantly, from my pelvis.

“Nice an’ slip-per-y,” she chants, her little hands gliding up and down its impressive length. Finally, the grinning nymphet draws away, wiping both hands on her thighs as she cheerfully announces, “All done!”

“Good,” nods Gillian, then wiggles her bottom enticingly. “Get behind me, Les — we’ll let Jo do the honours.” I get into position, the Black Beast bobbing up and down beneath my belly as Gillian leers at the eager child. “C’mon, love,” she demands, “put your new friend’s cock in me.”

Josie is on the bed in a flash, grasping the thick phallus, carefully lining its head up with the portal to Gilly’s cunt. I press forward, and the fat head slips through the vaginal opening with a slurping sound.

She’s so wet and ready to be penetrated that all ten inches of the Beast slide into her body with a single smooth stroke — like a fork into pudding.

“Ohhhhhh…” Gillian moans, shivers of rapture rippling through her womanly form. She breathes heavily for a few seconds, unable to speak, but finally manages to pant, “Oh, yeah… that f-feels good, Lesley.”

Ready and eager to take this to the next level, I start to withdraw, but Gillian stops me with a shake of her head. “Ooooh, no, don’t move just yet — stay inside me.” She shifts her gaze to the girl. “Now, Josie-pie… I want you to t-take Elastic Man an’ get one end lubed up. You get to f-fuck my arse while Lesley does my cunt.” She is quivering slightly, sensitive to the tiniest movements of the monstrous prick buried inside her.

Josie picks up the flesh-toned two-headed cock and the white tube. Nibbling her lower lip, she drizzles some of the slick stuff on the bulbous tip of the dildo, then smears it all around with her free hand, thoroughly coating one half of the toy.

“Good… now push that end into my bumhole,” pants Gillian. “You’ll have to bend it, love, so you don’t get in Lesley’s way while she’s fuckin’ me.”

“Mmmkay,” Josie replies, furrowing her brow as she deftly positions the cock at a forty-five-degree angle, leaving about four lubricated inches for Gillian’s rectum. Then with a saucy grin, she dips down to place a messy tongue kiss between her grownup lover’s spread buttocks.

Jesus, what an erotic sight that is — this girl of twelve, mouthing the anus of a woman old enough to be her mother. And so willingly, as if there was nothing in the whole world she’d rather be doing.

After a moment or two she pops up with a giggle, then carefully places the blunt nose of the dildo against Gillian’s rosebud… letting it rest there for a couple of heartbeats before pressing inward.

Gillian throws her head back, emitting an impassioned cry that fills the bedroom as the cock head slips past the tight anal ring. She pants like a rutting dog for a few heartbeats, then gasps, “All right, Les… let me have it. Fuck me. You too, Jo.”

With that, I begin to slowly pump my hips, working the Black Beast around inside her. Just a little motion to start with; letting those ten inches do the job for me. Josie is pumping her arm steadily, brow knitted in concentration as the slippery sex toy glides in and out of her Gilly’s rectum.

As my strokes slowly become larger, more of the ebony shaft appearing with each one, Josie and I fall into a shared rhythm where we take turns penetrating Gillian — my cock plunging into her just as Josie’s withdraws. I’m clutching Gilly’s hips, leaning back slightly so as to give my little-girl lover room to work. And work she does, driving into her lover’s rectum with short, staccato thrusts.

Harder, faster — I’m fucking Gillian with everything I have now, pelvis churning frantically and my body gleaming with sweat. Her cunt squishes with each stroke, like boots trudging through heavy mud. I steal a quick glance at Josie, thrilling at the excitement I see in the little girl’s dancing eyes. Then I look at Gillian, her head now pressed into the pillow, face distorted in what might be agony — but I know that agony is only a small part of what she is feeling at this instant.

On impulse, I pause in my effort for a half-second, waiting for Josie to penetrate Gilly’s arsehole… then quickly drive my cock into her at the same time. This slight shift in tempo now has us entering her simultaneously with every thrust. I hear Josie giggle with delight. Gillian gasps in disbelief, her eyes wide open for a heartbeat before squeezing shut once more.

It takes only five strokes before Gillian’s body stiffens, a hoarse scream wrenched from her throat as she seizes up in a wall-shaker of an orgasm. Deep shudders convulse her womanly frame; so intense that it’s all I can do to hang on. She is pressing back into us, trying to drive our cocks even deeper into her ravaged holes.

“Ohhhhh!” she howls, her body bowed backwards and gone steel-rigid for the space of a heartbeat, “oh God, oh God, oh God, oh, oh GOD — FUCK ME!”

That’s when another climax smashes into her, and Gillian begins to shake so convulsively that I’m not certain that she isn’t having some kind of seizure. She is moving around too much for me to keep fucking her, but that hardly matters while she’s impaled to the hilt on ten inches of the Black Beast. As for Josie, she’s doing the best she can to keep her toy buried in Gilly’s bum.

By this point, I have no earthly idea how many times Gillian has come, only that she seems to be battered by one orgasm after the next; so overwhelmed by pleasure that she can barely groan. Finally, she freezes in mid-shudder, a strangled cry escapes her lips, and she pauses for a small eternity before her upper half relaxes, sinking into the sheets. Absurdly, she seems to be deflating, like a punctured beach ball, a few inches of the jet-black prick emerging from her minge.

Still cradling Gillian’s hips, I carefully withdraw the remaining length of the Beast from her body, while Josie relaxes her grip on Elastic Man, allowing Gilly’s anus to do the work of pushing the greasy dildo out.

Fairly spent, I collapse next to Gillian, breathing heavily and every inch of my frame bathed in sweat. Slowly rolling onto my side, I fumble for the harness buckle, somehow managing to unfasten the pitch-black cock from my waist. That done, I bring the toy to my mouth, contentedly tasting what is now a cunt-flavoured lolly.

I feel Josie nestling into me. “Can I have some?”

So I hold the glistening strap-on between us while my twelve-year-old lover joins me in licking it clean. Naturally, our lips graze now and again… and I finally let the Black Beast drop to the bed, wrapping my arms around the child as we engage in a passionate kiss.

As our tongues lustfully engage, I sense Josie’s body falling into a gentle, steady motion. Pausing to glance down, I see that she is masturbating, two fingers pressed into her vulva.

Gazing deep into her lust-glazed face, I murmur, “Such a greedy little baby you are.” My hand slips between her quivering thighs. “Is baby’s pussy all hot and wet?” It is, needless to say. “Does she need Mummy to make that wicked heat go away?”

Josie’s head lolls back, an thrilled gasp escaping her parted lips. “Yes, Mummy!” she demands. “Baby wants her pussy licked… do it now, do it now!”

I smile to myself. Even while playing the toddler, Josie wouldn’t say “please,” to get what she wanted. Well, I wouldn’t make her beg — not this time, anyhow.

Rolling my insistent nymph onto her back, I give Josie one last flickering tongue kiss before nuzzling a moist path down her body, pausing to lick each nipple in turn. I trail my lips along the terrace of the ribcage and onto the baby-soft belly, savouring the sweet scent of her skin. My God — how could I have resisted this hunger for little girls, even for a few months?

The adorable dimple of her belly button seems to wink invitingly at me. I respond, moving to penetrate the tiny opening with the tip of my tongue. Josie squeals in mixed surprise and delight, a shiver coursing through her slender form as she moves beneath me.

Flawless as it is, though, Josie’s navel is only a detour from my ultimate goal; so downward I proceed, lips straying over the slight rise of her mound.

Now I lie between the spread legs of my preteen enchantress, gazing at her rosy slit — ripe and syrupy as a fresh mango. Moistening my lips, I breathe deeply of the heady aroma, already as familiar to me as if I’d known it in a previous life.

Josie is practically squirming, desperate for release. “My pussy, Mummy,” she pants, a hint of desperation colouring her voice. “M-my pussy!”

Taking pity on the trembling child, I place a tiny kiss upon the dewy cleft — then press in deeper to lick, bathing Josie’s sex with the flat of my tongue.

“Oh,” she whimpers, the child’s twitching fingers tangling in my hair as she clutches me to her. “Oh, oh, oh!”

I feast greedily on her honeyed opening, realizing that, for all the sexual games we’ve indulged in this afternoon, I’ve yet to really go down on her, the way I’ve dreamed of doing to a young girl ever since this mad craving first consumed me. So now I’m making up for it with a vengeance, exploring every inch of her vulva with my mouth.

Then I feel strong hands cupping my arse, spreading both buttocks apart.

Fuck me, I marvel. I thought Gillian was down for the count after the shagging we gave her…

But now I can feel her breath caress my bum as she draws closer, sniffing at the crack like a dog.

I’ve got my head tilted to one side as I French kiss Josie’s slit as if it were a tiny mouth, pushing my tongue as far inside her vagina as it can go. That’s when I feel Gillian burrow between my cheeks, giving me one long, slow lick that seems to begin at the tip of the clitoris and glide slowly over my vulva, finally slipping through the crease of my anus.

There’s no way she’ll make me come again, not after the trio of orgasms I’ve already been gobsmacked by… but Gillian’s tongue does feel exquisite as it soothes my vagina, which still throbs dully from the fisting I received earlier.

Josie shifts about restlessly, unable to remain still while I ravish her with my mouth. Her sticky essence is positively ambrosial, and my lips are dripping with the thick fluids. I’m amazed, frankly, that a girl of twelve can possess a cunt so fucking juicy.

I could lie here forever, drinking from her fleshy chalice. But Josie’s need to come has grown acute, even painful. She’s panting like a marathon runner, her taloned fingers clawing at the bedsheets. So I withdraw my probing tongue from her vagina, trailing the tip along the line of the girl’s barely-there labia until I reach the button of her clitoris.

Taking the tiny nub into my mouth, I apply the cunnilingus technique that I’ve always called the Triple Threat: sucking at the clit while gently squeezing it with my lips, then teasing it with quick little flicks of the tongue. It’s a move that can drive a woman to the verge of insanity, so how will this nymphomaniac of twelve respond?

Just as I’d hoped, it turns out. Josie inhales sharply, then an involuntary jolt races through her boyish form, giving her a hard shake as if she were a rag doll in the grasp of a furious toddler. A soft gurgling sound issues from her mouth, then quickly builds into a rising moan. The child begins to tremble — almost imperceptibly at first, just enough to be felt in her legs. But as Josie’s orgasm kicks in, that trembling mounts higher with her ecstasy until she is bucking wildly, squeezing my head between clutching thighs. Somehow, I manage to hang on to her lower half, my mouth still fastened to the girl’s sex.

She is wailing now, lost in boundless pleasure. “MmmmmMMMMnnngoooOHHH Mummy, God yes, ooohhhhhh lick me, LICK ME!”

My tongue toys with Josie’s clit in every way imaginable; circling it, lashing it, pressing it against my teeth. I want this climax to be one she’ll remember for the rest of her days.

Gillian is clutching my hips, her nose buried between both cheeks while she eats me. I can feel her warm, wet tongue swirling around and round the opening to my vagina, and it feels divine. Still, my attention is centered on Josie, carrying her through the peaks and troughs of her climax.

All at once her voice rises to a strangled scream — and the girl wrenches away, twisting her body to one side to escape my mouth. She rolls over to lie on her belly, motionless but for the rise and fall of her back as she gulps lungfuls of air.

I stare, enthralled, at the twinned moons of her buttocks, a hint of rosy slit still visible just below. And even now, in the aftermath of pleasure, I find myself dreaming of future bouts of sexual abandon with Josie; hungering for more of her, much more.

The lid of Pandora’s box has been wrenched off, the perverse demon inside freed to make its dwelling place in my soul. Are you a pedophile, then? a stray fragment of conscience inquires. Well, yes, I calmly reply. So it would seem. Then again, it’s really just a word. Means fuck all in the scheme of things, doesn’t it?

Of course, I still love grown women as well — and there’s one servicing me from behind right now, her tongue gliding moistly through my arsehole. Gillian is rimming me with such tenderness that I’m suddenly overwhelmed with a surge of affection for her.

Raising myself, I turn around and draw Gillian up to her knees, embracing her warmly as our mouths meet. The urgency of before is now gone, our kissing soft and sensual. We gently break apart, and I smile, then whisper, “Thank you… that was lovely.”

Without a word, we lie down on either side of Josie, cuddling the flushed, damp girl between us. She wriggles onto her back, flashing us a toothy grin apiece before settling in, turning her head to gaze warmly at me. “That was so wild, Lesley,” she chirps, “how you was pretendin’ to be my mum…”

“Really?” I reply, instantly curious. “So, thinking about your mother gets you… excited?”

She actually blushes. “Yeah, sort of. Mum’s still totally sexy, an’ I know it’s pervy an’ all, but I love to think about fuckin’ her.” She gives a wistful sigh. “I’d never try to, though — she’d freak out!”

“Hells bells, Jo,” Gilly exclaims, astonished. “I never knew you wanted your mum that way!” She nibbles thoughtfully at a fingernail. “Mind you, I’d like to give her a tumble, too. That arse of hers…” Her voice trails off.

I lightly brush Josie’s cheek with my fingertips. “Never mind, love… you’ve already got two grown women to romp with. Not many girls of twelve can say the same.”

“Guess so,” giggles Josie, relaxing against me. Then she sits up again. “Um… does that mean you wanna fuck me again sometime? An’ Gilly too?”

I roll my eyes. “Try to keep me away, girl… just try!” My hand strays onto the child’s flat chest, and she hums with satisfaction as I tease her nipples. “You’re an incredible lover, Josie.” I pause to wink affectionately at Gillian. “Actually, you both are.”

“Thanks, Lesley,” the girl coos, covering my hand with hers.

“Yeah,” Gillian adds with a nod. “You were fuckin’ incredible yourself, Les.”

That resolved, we lie quietly for awhile, basking in the afterglow of good sex. Our mouths occasionally drift together to share soft kisses; hands lazily explore the curves and planes of each other’s bodies. The mood is easy, mellow.

Eventually Josie sits up and stretches with a yawn, then casually announces, “We better get up now.”

Gillian opens one eye. “In’t your mum on the closin’ shift tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” the girl replies, “but I have to wash these sheets before she gets home.” She glances at me, sees puzzlement in my eyes, then grins sheepishly. “Er… this is Mum’s bed,” she confesses.

I peer about, noticing for the first time that this looks nothing like a young girl’s room. Mind you, I was so dazzled by Josie when she led me in here that we could have been entering a bloody bear cage and I’d have been none the wiser.

Meanwhile, Josie rises to her feet, sweeping her hair back with a toss of the head. “I’ll go get our clothes out the dryer,” she tells me, pausing to yawn again. “Be right back!” And she pads through the doorway, still gloriously bare.

Gillian props herself up on one elbow, studying me. “So, Les — I’m glad you’re not cheesed off ’bout me joinin’ your little party…”

I laugh. “Oh, no, not at all… I think it took both of us to satisfy Josie. Quite the appetite that girl’s got!”

“She’s a right animal, ain’t she?” grins the brunette, then transfixes me with a smouldering look. “Tell me — what’re you up to this Thursday night, Les?”

Something in Gilly’s eyes sets my pulse to racing, and it’s all I can do to seem casual as I reply, “Oh… nothing in particular.”

Her smile deepens. “Well, I was thinkin’ that we three might hook up at my place for a repeat session.” She arches a questioning eyebrow. “Sound like a plan?”

I slowly nod, transfixed by Gillian’s hungry gaze. “Yes,” I whisper, “I’d love to.”

“Good,” she purrs. Reaching down for the Black Beast, still lying where I dropped it on the bed, she displays the ten-inch toy to me. “I’m dyin’ to do you with this… an’ I’d love to watch you fuck Jo with the smaller one.”

As you might imagine, both scenarios sound wonderful. I’m just about to tell her as much when Josie marches back into the room; laden with dry clothes, hers and mine.

“Oi, Jo,” Gillian announces. “I need you to babysit for me on Thursday night… ’bout seven o’clock, I’d say.”

Josie ponders this as she dumps our jumbled clothing on the bed, frowning slightly. “D’ya really want me to watch Tommy, or–”

“Don’t be daft, girl,” retorts Gillian, smirking wryly. “I mean you, me an’ Lesley here, havin’ ourselves a lesbo orgy. You game?”

“Yes!” Josie squeals, bouncing up and down where she stands. “That’s… that’s great! Oh, Lesley, we’ll have so much fun, we will…”

She seems so adorable to me at this moment that I can’t help but enfold Josie’s slender frame in my arms, hugging her close. Then, extending a hand to Gillian, I invite her into our naked embrace.

We three hold one another for a long while, breathing in the mingled fragrance of sweat and sex.

Eventually, Josie breaks away. “I guess we ought to… get dressed.” She sorts through the clothes, taking out my blouse, skirt and underthings; handing them to me with a sweet smile. “There y’go.”

I’m not exactly fresh at the moment, but my clothes are clean enough to get me home without too much embarrassment. I’d definitely need a wash later, though!

The mood is contented but subdued as we slip into our clothes. I pause for one last tantalizing glimpse of Josie’s nakedness before she steps into her knickers, tugging them up and over her flawless bottom. All too soon, the three of us are dressed.

There isn’t much to tell after that. Josie strips the sodden bed linen, then we follow her out into the hallway. I retrieve my shoes and handbag from where I’d abandoned them, and Josie throws the sheets into the washer, followed by a dash of soap.

Gillian and I say our goodbyes to Josie by the front door, each of us sharing a passionate tongue kiss and a hug with her before we exit into the street. She holds onto the door, a half-smile on her lips as we descend the short flight of stairs; then with one final wave, vanishes inside.

I walk Gillian over to her doorstep. We don’t kiss, but a warm gaze and a quick squeeze of the hand between us says all that is necessary. She opens the door, turns to me to whisper, “See ya Thursday, love,” then is gone.

I scarcely remember the journey home — too busy reliving the experience I’d just had, overwhelmed by the realization that my taboo fantasy had been made real. I’d engaged in lewd, slutty, unimaginable sex with a girl of twelve. Furthermore, I’d shared that girl with a grown woman who was every bit as twisted as me. And a few days from now we three would meet, shed our clothes and do it all over again.

Later, I’m sprawled luxuriously across my bed, naked and pink from a much-needed shower. A glass of fine Cabernet — one I’d been saving for some undetermined special occasion — rests on the bedside table. My laptop is open before me, and I’m busily typing out the intimate details of today’s adventure, shaping them into a story.

This story.

*****

Afterword from JetBoy

Afterword from Androgyne

By JetBoy (with Androgyne)

Adjusting my skirt, I settle myself on the wooden park bench, the early July sun a gentle glow on my back — and a matching glow of excitement quickly building in my tummy. She’s here again…

Casually as I can manage, I allow my eyes to drift over to where she now stands, this slim, boyish young brunette of around twelve or thirteen who idly watches a small boy as he mounts the stairs to the top of the slide. Her arms and legs are delightfully bare, and she wears open-toed sandals. No breasts to speak of. Her hair is a thick, somewhat unruly mane of dark tresses. And then there are her eyes — bright blue and piercing. Hungry, somehow.

The sunlight that frames the girl makes the thin fabric of her short skirt almost transparent, revealing the outline of slender thighs. The steady throb inside me continues to make itself felt, and I savour the oddity of my situation.

A man of any age, seated here often as I am, would surely arouse the occasional look of suspicion from the she-wolf pack of passing mothers, taught to be always on guard against sexual predators. But I, a woman in my late thirties, attract no doubtful glances as I perch on the edge of the bench, my eyes lingering on this flawless nymph. As far as the distracted mommies know — and that’s if they even bothered to give the matter a moment’s thought — she could be my own little girl.

I feel warmth and dampness slowly gather between my thighs as I shift slightly, increasingly aroused by my little Lolita. She suddenly bends down to pick up a discarded flower, lying on the pavement near her left sandal, and a jolt of lust surges through me as I catch a quick glimpse of white panties. Studying the somewhat wilted yellow flower for a few heartbeats, she tucks it behind one ear, grinning hugely, then executes a few improvised dance steps. I quiver inside at the sight of her pale, elegant limbs as she moves to an unheard rhythm.

What brought me to this? Months after I first experienced this strange hunger for young girls, it’s still a mystery. At my age I’ve had my share of men and more than my share of women, but this new, frightening temptation seemed to spring from nowhere.

I still recall that day when this slumbering obsession first awakened inside me. There I was, seated on the bus, thumbing through a paperback novel, when a schoolgirl of about eleven or twelve sat down in the opposite seat. I glanced up at her; and in that first look, felt as if I were falling down a long, narrow elevator shaft.

The girl was incredibly beautiful, projecting a certain delicate innocence that I found enchanting. Her short skirt rode up her pale thighs, revealing a taut triangle of blue knickers. My heart began to thump violently, and I felt a warmth that couldn’t be explained by the weather.

I couldn’t take my eyes from the girl. Yet somehow she failed to notice me, so I continued to study her. I found myself wondering what she looked liked under her dress — especially beneath those tight panties. Was her mound bare and smooth, or did she already have a sprinkling of baby-soft down? Would her pubes be the same bright red as the thick, unruly curls that tumbled to her shoulders, or were they of a more neutral hue? Had her breasts begun to bud beneath that white school blouse, or did she have the chest of a young boy? Were her nipples especially pronounced? Would they stiffen if I touched them?

Then my gaze shifted to the girl’s mouth, lipsticked pink. It was a lovely, slightly pouting mouth; made for kisses. I imagined myself doing exactly that — my lips covering hers, penetrating them with an eager tongue, kissing this pubescent child like a lover. I pictured my hand, slipping between those angel-soft thighs to touch the cleft of her sex through those pretty blue knickers, the girl moaning with delight at my touch, parting her legs further to let me have my way…

I came back to myself with a start, shocked to see that I’d passed my stop several blocks earlier. Frantically gathering my bags, I scrambled from the bus at it came to the next stop, not looking back, suddenly afraid that she might be watching.

Dazed, I covered the half dozen blocks that led back to my flat. Fumbling for my keys, I barely made it through the front door before dropping my bags and casting my coat to the floor. I quickly sat myself down on the sofa, reached beneath the sensible skirt I wore and tugged my knickers down and off.

Settling back into the plush upholstery, I begin to masturbate; first teasing my slit until it throbbed, then plunging two fingers deep inside. I was already so wet that thick, warm fluids were trickling down into the crack of my arse. There would definitely be a stain on the back of my skirt before I was finished — but I needed to come so desperately that I didn’t give a toss.

I fucked myself violently, wrist pumping like a piston as that familiar sensation spread through me like oozing syrup, gradually building in intensity. All the while, I pictured that exquisite girl from the bus — imagined her undressing for me, eagerly revealing her naked body. I saw myself in bed with her, equally nude, the two of us making passionate love. I fantasized of licking her, exploring that baby-smooth cunt with my tongue. Finally, when the ache grew almost painful, I allowed the other hand to steal between my thighs, lightly pinching my throbbing clitoris. My scream echoed from the paneled walls as the mother of all orgasms crashed down upon me.

Afterwards, I sat dazed for a long while, sticky hands resting on my thighs. What in God’s name had I just done? I’d brought myself to a convulsive climax, all the while fantasizing about an adolescent girl — that’s what I’d done.

Oh, I tried to explain it away — told myself that, after all, it had been a couple of months since I’d gone to bed with a woman; that this child’s beauty just happened to strike a certain chord inside me at that particular moment; that perhaps she simply reminded me of some other, older woman who tickled my fancy.

Deep down inside, though, I knew that I’d opened some locked chamber hidden in a dark corner of my soul, and a monster had emerged, one who would not easily be coaxed back into its cell.

Pedophile. The word burned in my mind, filled me with unease.

Rousing myself from this troubling reverie, I shambled into the bathroom, stripped off what clothes I was still wearing and climbed into the shower.

I only intended to wash myself; but as I slathered my body with scented soap, lewd images of that cute little redhead began to scroll though my head all over again. I pictured her naked and on all fours, smiling at me over a bare shoulder, daring me to take her.

Soon I was slumped against the side of the shower cubicle, fingering my pussy in a renewed frenzy beneath the streaming water until I came again, nearly fainting from the intensity of it.

From that day forward, I was a changed person. Oh, I still hooked up with the occasional adult sex partner — casual girlfriends, or women I met at a local lesbian bar — but my new obsession was young girls. I’d quickly discovered that the little redhead from the bus was only my entry point into this realm of forbidden lust, and that the world was filled with nymphets aplenty to arouse the beast in me.

So that is why, several days a week, you can find me at this neighbourhood park three blocks from my place of employment, taking lunch in the early afternoon. And as often as not, I’m there after work as well, with a magazine in my lap that I only pretend to read. There, I watch for young girls at every opportunity — and since the park is next to a school, there are usually plenty of them to see.

They have to be the right age to satisfy my craving, though — say, somewhere from ten to thirteen. Old enough to have an awakening sense of their sexuality, but not mature enough to be called a young woman. Once their breasts have grown in, my interest begins to wane.

Nibbling at a sandwich, or turning the page of my magazine, I study these preteen lovelies as they play, chat amongst themselves, argue with parents and lick ice cream cones. I take in the shapes of their bodies, the fresh youthful faces, their boundless energy. Warm weather is best, when limbs are delightfully bare in summer dresses and cute shorts. I gorge myself on the sight of beautiful girls until my body throbs with lust, then hurry home to indulge myself with a hour or two of frenzied masturbation.

Then, about a month ago, while seated on my favourite bench, I spied her — the rough-and-tumble princess who stole my heart at first glance.

I still recall that first sight of her; barefoot, in yellow shorts and a purple t-shirt adorned with the faded face of some pop star I didn’t recognize. She was bounding through the grass with other children, engaged in some war game in which she was clearly a squadron leader, ordering her underlings about.

I was instantly smitten. Her brashness, her energy, her youth; those flying tresses of dark brown hair, the flashing of her bare limbs as she strutted and pranced from one end of the park to the other. I longed for this wild angel, ached to kneel before her and tug those lemon-hued shorts down to her feet, then press my mouth against the front of her knickers to nuzzle the crease of her slit.

Since that afternoon, I still watch the young girls play, my head filled with lustful thoughts. But she is the one who brings me to this park nearly every day, where I pretend to read while seeking her out in the shrieking gaggle of kids. And when I spy her — sometimes with the little boy in tow, most often on her own — it feels like a benediction.

I come back to reality with a jerk. The boy is now scooting about in the sand pit, and my nameless little doll is approaching this very bench.

The girl flings herself onto the seat beside me, her firm thigh briefly touching mine. She turns to flash me a smile, and I catch a glimpse of white teeth just before she speaks.

“Hi, lady! You’re here every day, aren’t you? I see you a lot. Who are you with?”

I’m temporarily taken aback — who’d have thought she’d have noticed me? I tremble at the warmth of her bare leg as it brushes against my thigh again. Keep cool, Lesley, I tell myself. Keep cool.

Taking a calming breath, I reply. “I’m not with anyone, love. I just enjoy watching children play… like your little brother over there!” I gesture toward the boy, now gleefully pouring sand into one of his shoes.

The girl wrinkles her nose, then gives a derisive snort of laughter. “He’s not my brother… he’s our next-door neighbour’s kid. I’m kinda s’posed to take care of him sometimes.” She frowns, firmly crossing both arms before her. “I hate boys. I never want to have anything to do with them unless I abs’lutely have to.”

I chuckle at that. “I’ll bet you won’t think that way in a few years, honey… anyone as pretty as you will have boys hanging all around, dying to ask you out.”

My words make her turn and stare at me, her lower lip thrust out defiantly.

“My name’s Josie, not Honey… an’ I won’t ever want a boyfriend!”

Not wanting to upset this enchanting child, I give her a great big smile, as if she’d simply introduced herself. Touching her shoulder, I softly say, “My name’s Lesley… it’s nice to meet you, Josie.”

Mollified, she nods at me, then shifts her gaze to study the boy. Her charge is now burrowing into the sand and looks a mess. Josie places her small, soft left hand on my leg, then points at him with the right. “Why would any girl want to be with… with someone like that?”

I shrug, trying not to let Josie see how strongly her touch affects me. “Well, even little boys do grow up, eventually.”

“Not enough!” she retorts.

The warmth of her hand upon my thigh has raised the heat between my legs considerably. I’m ready to find any excuse to keep Josie company for awhile.

Then she gives me the opportunity to do just that. Stretching herself, giving me an enchanting glimpse of her soft underarm, Josie grimaces. “I have to take Tommy home now,” she mutters, nodding toward the sand-covered kid. Then she quickly turns to me, her face alight. “Hey, wanna come with us? We can hang out some more. I like talking to you!” She bobs her head eagerly, that short skirt inching up a little further to reveal more of her snowy white thigh.

As you have no doubt guessed, I happily agree to accompany Josie and her young charge, feeling a surge of excitement when it strikes me that I might just get to find out where my brash little nymph lives.

We leave the small park and set off along the bustling street. On the way, I learn a few things about my new friend. She is twelve — “nearly thirteen!” — has two cats, named Spartacus and Gopher, loves curry and lemon tarts.

“Not together, I hope!” I reply, and she giggles.

Then, tilting her head in a most fetching way, Josie asks “So, Lesley… tell me ’bout you!” Her cheerful smile makes me lightheaded, stokes the building warmth in my knickers.

Rather than go into detail about my tedious office job, I tell her about the things in my life that truly mean something to me — my love for old black and white films, my collection of blue glass figurines; and most important of all, my poetry. When she learns that I’ve had two volumes of verse published, Josie’s awe is a wondrous thing to see.

“I never knew anyone who wrote a book before,” she marvels… and I’m surprised to find myself blushing.

“Actually, they only printed a few hundred copies,” I confess. “I’ve still got some left — you can have one of each if you like.”

“Cool!” she squeals, her eyes dancing. As for me, I was thrilled, having invented a plausible excuse to meet up with Josie again.

We stop at a run-down but nicely maintained house, where Josie rings the doorbell and waits, impatiently tapping her foot all the while. Nobody comes.

“Crap,” she sighs, clenching her jaw. “His mum must be out. Now I have to take him home and wash him myself.” Seizing Tommy’s hand, she leads him down the short flight of stairs to the sidewalk, then up to the house next door. Taking out a key, she unlocks the door and pushes it open.

Realizing that our time together is over, I’m trying to work out how to ask her when she’ll be at the park next when she turns to me hesitantly.

“Um, Lesley? Could I ask you a big favour? Mum’s not home to give me a hand, so… could you maybe, uh… help me wash Tommy?”

Though I’ve never had kids of my own, I did grow up with younger brothers and sisters, so I do know how to bathe a little boy — and Tommy is certainly is in need of a major washing! But I’d have said yes even if I didn’t have a clue what to do, just for the chance to be with my beautiful Josie for a little longer.

“Of course,” I assured her with a big smile. “I’ll be happy to help you.” So into her home we went, then upstairs to the bathroom with Tommy.

The dirt-covered little imp is a rambunctious four, and like most kids his age, a shower can quickly become a game. That’s how Josie and I get completely soaked when he grabs the detachable shower head while we’re washing him and sprays us. Josie catches the brunt of it, and I get the pleasure of seeing her wet clothes plastered to her body, the girl’s small, hard nipples clearly outlined under the thin cotton of her t-shirt.

Once clean and dry, Tommy is dressed, and Josie marches him next door once again while I wait in the front room. One of her cats is sprawled lazily on the couch, and I bend to stroke his back. Pleased, he purrs audibly, rubbing his face against my hand.

This time, Tommy’s mum must be home to take charge of him, because Josie returns alone. She shuts the door behind her and leans against it, a mysterious grin on her face. “So, Lesley… what do we do now?”

Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of the fact that a luscious little girl and I are alone in her house. My body is throbbing with desire for this childish enchantress, standing before me in wet clothing. But my mind is apprehensive, imagining what could happen if I put a foot wrong. Lust or fear, stay or leave — what to do?

Then the decision is made for me when Josie wanders a few feet over to the entryway to a tiny room, one with a washing machine and tumble dryer inside. Reaching down to grasp the bottom of her t-shirt, she casually peels the damp garment off, dropping it where she stands, then unzips the brief skirt, letting it fall to the floor before stepping free. I gape in disbelief as Josie strips before me without a hint of modesty.

Now wearing nothing but a small pair of white knickers, she cheerfully says, “You should get out of those wet clothes, Lesley, an’ I’ll put them in the dryer with my stuff.” Before I can respond, she adds, “I’ll get you Mum’s bathrobe to wear while we wait. She’ll never know, won’t be home for hours yet.”

I find myself unable to speak, much less move. I’m hypnotized by Josie’s flat chest and her startlingly large pink nipples that stand firmly erect. Then — oh, God — she grasps the elastic of her damp panties and slowly slides them down her pale legs. My eyes drop to the neat, pink crease of her slit, bereft of the slightest hint of hair.

Josie makes no effort to cover herself. In fact, she stands before me for a few heartbeats, giving me every opportunity to look before turning away, declaring “I’ll be back!” She pads down the hallway, turns right and vanishes into a room.

I stand rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do now. Should I really undress, or was that far too dangerous an option to consider? The sight of naked little Josie had left me trembling inside, as if from a raging fever. How much worse would these mingled feelings of lust and terror be if I was nude, too?

At any rate, Josie leaves me no time to think about the matter. Instead, she merrily struts back down the corridor to me, the promised bathrobe draped over her arm. She stops, then frowns. “Well, go on, Lesley. Take your clothes off!”

My heart stutters frantically as I step out of my shoes, then begin to undress with clumsy fingers. She openly watches as I remove my dress, making no effort to conceal her interest. In fact, her eyes widen in what appears to be excitement as I unhook and slip off my bra. Taking a deep breath, I tug my knickers down and off, removing the very last stitch between us. That task accomplished, I straighten and stand awkwardly, stark naked and clutching a bundle of my soggy clothing.

Drawing near, Josie offers me the plush robe with one hand, taking my wet clothes with the other. She turns, bending down to scoop her wet things from the floor, then strides into the closet-like room where the dryer waits. Opening the metal lid, she packs our mixed clothes inside, reaches to twist a knob, then presses a button that sets the machine to rumbling.

With a glance and a “C’mon!” she pads naked down the hallway. The sight of her flawless little bottom, jiggling slightly as she walks away, leaves me lightheaded.

Somehow I manage to break from my temporary paralysis and slip into the bathrobe before following my nude little nymph into the master bedroom. Still somewhat dazed, I watch as Josie hops onto the bed and reclines among the pillows, her legs lewdly parted.

Josie is studying me, the strangest expression on her face — almost predatory, if a word could be applied to it. I shiver, still caught up in this dizzying mixture of terror and excitement.

Is the wolf going to devour the lamb? I wonder, not knowing what is supposed to happen next.

Then Josie speaks. Her voice has the same childish lilt as before, but these are not the words of a little girl.

“Do you want me, Lesley? I’ve watched you at the park, y’know… I see the way you look at me, an’ I think you want us to do stuff together.” She places both hands over her nonexistent breasts, covering those dark red nipples. “Sexy stuff.”

Smoothly as an uncoiling snake, Josie rises from the bed and up on all fours. We stare at one another as she crawls closer, inch by inch until she is kneeling before me, gazing up with those bright blue eyes — the eyes of a girl who knows exactly what she wants, and means to have it.

Through dry lips I stammer, “How d-did you know?”

Again the predator’s smile as she sits on the edge of the bed, unfastening the belt of the robe I’m wearing, spreading it wide open to reveal my bare body. “Oh, it’s the way you look at me, just like this other lady I know — she likes girls, too.” Her face is nearly touching my belly. “We became lovers last year… an’ that’s when she showed me how to do this…”

Suddenly her little hands are cupping my bottom while the tip of her wet tongue flirts with the dripping folds of my labia, sending these exquisite darts of fire coursing through me. I shrug the robe to the floor, then tangle my fingers in Josie’s damp tresses as she licks a long, slow path through my vaginal cleft.

I have imagined this before with dozens of young girls, never believing I’d ever have the courage to realize my tawdry fantasy. But now a child of twelve is going down on me, and at that moment, it feels like destiny. Yes, I tell myself, this… this is who I am.

One, two, and then three slim fingers slide inside me, stealing the breath from my lungs for a dizzying instant. Then Josie is fucking me, thrusting hard and deep while her tongue licks circles around my inflamed clitoris. I spread my thighs to allow her full access to my vagina, whispering “Harder… oh, Josie, d-do it harder…”

And she happily obliges, suckling my clit like a tiny nipple as her arm churns to and fro, fingers spearing into me with a relentless rhythm. I sway, but somehow manage to remain on my feet.

My orgasm astonishes me when it comes crashing down like a collapsing roof, the room ringing with the sound of my choked cries. My juices flow freely, coating Josie’s face as my little lover continues to service me with her mouth. Her thin arms are wrapped tightly around my waist to hold me steady — no easy task, as I’m barely able to keep my legs from buckling.

She finally pulls away, and I collapse onto the bed in a sodden heap, head whirling like a top. Somehow I manage to crawl up to where a very inviting pillow waits and bury my head in its cool embrace.

Without a word, Josie nestles into me, her arms twining around my back. I can feel her warm breath caressing my left nipple. I’m out of breath, heart still thumping in the aftermath of climax; but when Josie’s naked body presses against mine I am instantly renewed, every inch of me pulsing with animal lust.

Sitting up, I shove Josie onto her back, crawling on top of her. Now I am the predator.

Her eyes are alive with excitement, lips parted in startled surprise. I press my advantage, dipping down to cover this naked nymph’s mouth with mine in a French kiss; penetrating those soft lips — still moist from my pussy — with a thrusting tongue. She responds immediately, kissing me back with an ardour one wouldn’t expect to encounter in a girl of twelve. It’s as if she was born to make love.

Were I my normal, everyday self, I would certainly take things slowly with Josie, mindful of her youth. But the heat rages within me, and I am ravenous for this girl, needing to have her, all of her. As I fuck her mouth, using my tongue like a tiny cock, my hand glides down her body, slipping between thin thighs to cup Josie’s sex. I don’t know what I was expecting to find, but the warmth and wetness of her bare slit surprises me.

She wrenches her mouth from mine, panting, “Oooohhhhyeah… fuck me, Lesley!”

I hesitate, my crazed lust forgotten for the moment. Surely this — this child couldn’t mean… “F-fuck you?” I stammer.

Grinning, she covers my hand with hers, pressing it into the moist flesh. “Put a finger inside me. It’s okay, I’m not a virgin anymore… it won’t hurt.” She is pinching her swollen nipples, twisting them. “Don’t b-be too gentle, either,” she demands, “do it to me hard an’ fast — that’s what I want!”

The beast in me is rearing its head again, fed by this luscious adolescent and her craving to be taken like a slut. So little Josie-pie wants to get wild, does she? I’d show her what a woman on fire was capable of — but first, I’d make her beg me for it.

Without a word I stretch out between my nymphet’s spread legs, gazing hungrily at her childish sex. Homing in, my nostrils flare at the thick, earthy scent of her. The labia are seashell-pink, slightly puffy, and glistening with moisture; the vulva silky smooth and innocent of the slightest trace of pubic down, inviting my touch.

Extending a finger, I trace along the sticky cleft with the lightest of caresses. A tiny whimper escapes Josie’s lips, her hands now balled into white-knuckled fists.

My mouth waters at the sight of my new lover’s cunt; the warm, fleshy banquet that awaits the caress of my mouth. But not yet… no, not yet. Pursing my lips, I lightly blow between her thighs, bathing Josie’s sex with my cool spearmint breath.

“Ohhhhh…” she moans, impatient for pleasure. “What’re you doing, Lesley? Lick me, touch me… something, damn it!”

“Hmmm… I don’t think so,” I purr, in control and liking it. “You’re a demanding little girl, aren’t you? And quite lacking in manners.” I pause to blow once more, and she shivers. “If you really want to be fucked, child… ask me nicely.”

Josie is quivering with excitement, but clearly unwilling to plead for what she craves. Her right hand begins to slowly glide over the tummy and down, straying onto the rise of her mound. I give it a sharp smack, and she snatches it away with a startled cry.

“No,” I calmly say. Well, I sound calm, but deep inside, the beast writhes, straining at the leash, desperate to be free. “You’re not going to come until I allow you to, missy… and that’s not going to happen. Not until you prove to me that you can behave like a good little girl.” I punctuate that by trailing a fingertip through her slit.

Josie’s hips buck as if she is trying to impale herself upon my finger. But I have already withdrawn from her. She cries out in a mixture of anger, frustration and sexual heat, pounding the bed with her fist. “What? What?”

“Beg me,” I tell her, my heart pounding so stridently that it seems to echo in my ears.

She stubbornly clenches her jaw, giving her head a tiny shake. Her defiance only excites me, makes me all the more determined to win this battle of wills. I begin to delicately stroke the insides of Josie’s thighs, barely touching the pale skin. The effect is like fanning a flame, a violent shudder running through her thin form. A droplet of fluid oozes from her glistening crack, trickling down to pause just an inch or so above her anus. I lick my lips, poised to capture that droplet with my tongue.

Josie takes a long, shaky breath. “Please,” she says, almost inaudibly.

“Please what?” I fire back. “Say the words…”

Her eyes are frantic, flickering wildly about the room. “P-please fuck me, Lesley. I — I’m goin’ crazy, I need it so bad!”

Satisfied, I move in for the kill. At the first brush of my lips on her slick flesh, she shudders and squirms on the counterpane. I press an open-mouthed kiss into her, seeking out the vaginal entrance with my index finger, easing the tip inside.

Slipping into her warmth, I’m able to smoothly penetrate Josie right up to the third knuckle. Sure enough, there is no hymen to bar my way. I move in and out of the lust-slicked canal, eyes widening in amazement as I feel her internal muscles grip at my probing finger.

Raising her upper half onto her elbows, Josie stares at me, eagerness and excitement written on her face. I’m expecting her to tell me how good this feels, and then she shocks me for the second time in minutes.

“Please, Lesley… p-put another finger in me. I can take it, honest I can! Please…”

Licking my lips as I break away from kissing the sweet, sticky flesh, I withdraw almost completely from Josie’s vagina, then carefully placing a second fingertip alongside the first against the moist opening. Taking a deep breath, I press forward. My twinned digits enter her, filling her, stretching her just enough to make me wonder if she really can take it.

In reply, she thrusts her hips against me, impatient with my cautious penetration. “Don’t do it so slow, Lesley… you w-won’t hurt me,” she blurts. “Please, oh please — fuck me hard!” She lies back, bracing herself.

The madness is on me now, so I thrust my fingers deep into her and begin to piston them in and out, giving this luscious slut-child the crazed fucking she wants. She is soon shaking like a sapling in a gale, her hands seizing bunches of the bedding, face contorted in a mixture of unimaginable pleasure and joyous pain. Her cunt seems to gush thick, warm fluids, and my hand is soon dripping with them. Unwilling to allow such sweet nectar to be wasted, I fasten my mouth to Josie’s vulva, drinking deep of her essence.

My little lover is panting furiously, occasional words emerging in her ecstasy: “Oh, G-god… yes… just — just… like that… L-Lesley… d-don’ stop… so g-good… keep… keep… fuckin’ me… yeah… oooh yeah… fuck me… fuck me… FUCK me!” She trembles from head to toe, the storm massing inside her, mounting rapidly.

I hammer her harder, plunging into her body again and again; carrying her right up to the point of insanity and a few yards beyond. Then I freeze my pumping arm in mid-thrust, fingers buried to the hilt inside Josie as I suck the tiny nubbin of her clitoris between my lips.

Josie goes rigid and utterly silent for a split second. Then a strangled scream is torn from her throat when a mighty orgasm kicks in, snatching at her slight frame like the paw of some clumsy giant. I watch in astonishment from my place between her thighs as she roils and thrashes wildly, climaxing like a grown woman — not the prepubescent girl that she is.

I’m doing my best to prolong and intensify her pleasure — moving my fingers around inside her in a circular motion to massage the vaginal walls, still suckling at the inflamed clit. She is beyond words now, only giving low, hoarse moans. Finally one final surge of rapture tears through the shaking girl, her body arching like a bow and a last gush of her creamy fluids coating my lips and chin. Then she is pushing at me, shoving my face away with frantic hands.

I sit back, stunned and, truth be told, a little uneasy over what I’ve just witnessed. It had been easy to get caught up in the moment, to do whatever it took to bring my little lover off. But seeing a young girl of twelve take such a hard fucking and climax as convulsively as Josie had… Christ almighty, it just seems crazy.

And things are clearly about to get even crazier because Josie is once again flashing me that wicked smile, already eager for more. I’m gaping in disbelief, unable to accept that her pussy isn’t too tender after the pounding she just took — but when she turns away to face the wall and gets down on hands and knees, presenting her bare bottom to me, I immediately know what she wants. Lowering her head and shoulders to a pillow but leaving her bum up, Josie reaches back to spread her cheeks apart, revealing the puckered jewel of her anus.

Oh, my. Nothing turns me on more than the soft, supple bottom of a young girl — and Josie’s is exquisite. Heart throbbing with renewed lust, I kneel behind her, lower my face to the split of my little lover’s buttocks and burrow in between them. First I let my lips roam around that tight little rosebud, then bring my tongue into play, licking up and down Josie’s crack. Soon she’s writhing beneath me, moaning helplessly. I allow my right hand to steal between my wicked nymph’s legs, fondling her slit. I know she has to be a bit sore down there, so my touch is gossamer-light; barely grazing the soft petals with my fingertips.

It seems to be achieving the desired result, too. A shiver surges through my naked angel, and a choked cry breaks from her lips. I continue to bathe her anal cleft with long, slow swipes of the tongue, tracing a path between Josie’s cheeks while my hand presses against the wet, warm flesh of this panting twelve-year-old, gently masturbating her.

When my fingers find Josie’s clitoris, she stiffens for a couple of heartbeats, then gasps as she seizes up in orgasm. Its intensity is less violent this time, her mews of pleasure quickly mounting into a tiny squeal. When her boyish frame goes limp, I withdraw; placing a light kiss upon each buttock before guiding my spent angel onto her back.

That accomplished, I sit back to contemplate my handiwork. My young lover is dazed, bleary-eyed, breathing hard, her cheeks and much of her body flushed a lovely pink. She lies with her thighs wide apart, revealing everything she has. I study her with folded arms, smug with satisfaction.

It had taken everything I’d had to subdue this sexy little wildcat — but here she is, well and truly fucked. My own desire is hot and restless again, but I can wait while Josie regains her strength. She is only twelve, after all.

Moving to kneel beside her, I brush her damp bangs to one side, then bend to place a few soft kisses on Josie’s face — and that, dear friends, is when she lunges for me like a striking cobra.

Caught completely off guard, I’m no match for her speed and agility. I cry out in shock as Josie wrestles me onto my back, her teeth bared, eyes flashing. She quickly straddles me, her warm, wet sex brushing my belly and a feral grin of triumph on her lips.

“I don’t like being told what to do,” she declares in a low, even voice that seethes with menace. “An’ I specially don’t like being made to beg for stuff I want.” She reaches down to pinch my left nipple, and I whimper as a mixture of pain and pleasure surges through my quivering frame. “You’ve been bad, Lesley, so you have’ta get punished,” she hisses. “Get up on your hands and knees… I’m gonna spank you!”

Climbing from atop me, she sits, folds her arms and waits for me to comply, a stern look on her face.

Now, I’ve never been any kind of a submissive. In fact, I tend to take the upper hand with my lovers, if the issue ever arises. No one has ever dominated me in bed, or even tried to. But now this — this child is determined to have her way with me, to paddle my arse like I was a disobedient brat who’d just had a temper tantrum.

The very idea is absurd, nonsensical — but right here, right now, it gets me hot!

I had to experience this. I’d just engaged in wild sex with a young girl for the first time, now I was going to yield control to her, find out just what this freaky little bitch was capable of.

Without a word I rise, meekly getting up on all fours. Her hand lovingly caresses my bottom, and I somehow manage not to moan. “I’m gonna give you ten spanks,” Josie declares, her lips nearly touching my face. “That’s what really naughty girls get.” Her tongue flicks teasingly at my earlobe — and then she moves away, positioning herself behind me.

I find myself wondering what Josie will do while she doles out my punishment. Will she be fingering her slit, or tugging at her nipples?

Will her mouth be drawn back in a sadistic smile, or gone slack with arousal? I want to see, to watch my young lover as she spanks me… but something tells me that I’d best not risk it.

I hear her take a deep breath, feel her draw back — and a burst of heat sears my right buttock as a hand comes crashing down, the harsh crack ringing like a gunshot in the cozy bedroom.

It stings, but not more than I can stand, so I brace myself for the next. It arrives right on cue, this time connecting with the left cheek. “Bad girl,” she growls.

The blows continue to land, one after the next. Josie’s definitely not spanking me as hard as she might have done; still, my buttocks are soon burning from her assault. Funny, though; there’s a matching fire in the vault of my cunt, a fire that seems to grow in intensity with each smack of my ferocious little lover’s hand. I’m leaking warm, thick juices down the insides of my thighs, and it takes every bit of inner strength I can summon up to refrain from plunging a hand between my legs, to grapple with the inferno that rages there.

The pain is quickly overtaking the pleasure, though; and I’m on the verge of crying when Josie’s hand connects for the tenth and last time, and she cries “There! All done.” I manage to choke my brimming tears back, determined not to let this child catch me in such a vulnerable state.

“Good job, Lesley,” Josie breathes, stroking what I’m certain is a very red bottom. “Now, I got a surprise for you.” Her voice has gone from soothing to dripping with lust in the space of five seconds. I feel her fingers, fiddling around between my legs. “I spanked your bum… now, I’m gonna fuck your pussy.”

Suddenly something very thick is pushing its way into me, and I gasp in shock. Oh my God oh my God oh my GOD. I know what that is, it’s Josie’s four fingers and thumb, all bunched together. The blood roars in my ears as she presses deeper, stretching the vaginal ring, and I shove my legs further apart to accommodate her.

Yeah, that’s right — this little hellion is going to fist me, and I’m going to let it happen.

It’s an exquisite agony, feeling Josie’s fingers inching into my cunt. No lover has ever put a whole hand in me before. I’ve taken some pretty large cocks in my time, both real and artificial, but none as thick as this.

She penetrates me right up to her knuckles, then slowly twists her hand from side to side, trying to work the rest inside. I try my best to relax, to allow her complete access to me.

And with a sudden lurch she pushes through, her hand plunging deep into my vagina. I throw my head back, a choked scream ripped from my guts at how utterly lovely it feels — pain and pleasure mingled together in a dizzying combination.

Josie gives me no time to catch my breath, her fingers quickly melding into a fist before that little hand begins to churn about inside me; short strokes that soon become longer ones as she falls into a steady rhythm.

I’m totally into this, pushing back into every thrust. It’s what being ridden by a stallion must feel like, I imagine — this fleshy shaft driving in and out of me, accompanied by Josie’s harsh breathing as her arm pumps back, forth, back, forth.

“Take it, bitch,” my young lover snaps. “Take it all!”

Christ almighty, how deep is she fucking me? Up to her elbow, I’d swear — then suddenly, her motion ceases, Josie’s arm buried in my body, the subterranean rumblings of my orgasm mounting into a roar.

My fingers dig into the blankets as I brace myself for the imminent explosion — and that’s when I feel a warm, wet tongue licking at my anus.

The effect is like a ball of flame, detonating in my belly and radiating outward until I can feel myself glowing with the heat of it; a star gone nova. I want to cry out, to howl, but no sound emerges — in fact, I can barely breathe. Instead, I pound the bed with my fist once, twice, three times; but my violent motion only makes Josie’s hand shift around inside, spiking my pleasure even higher.

My little girl lover is shoving her face into the cleft of my buttocks, bathing my rosebud with her lips and tongue. It feels divine, all the more so when coupled with Josie’s arm, filling my cunt like nothing ever has. I’m coming so hard that my entire body is shaking, the same way that the crap car I drive does when the speedometer inches past sixty.

Finally I’m past the peak of ecstasy, and I simply slump forward, burying my face in the mussed bedsheets. Josie still has me impaled on her fist, so I remain on my knees.

Suddenly air rushes into my lungs in a rattling gasp as that lovely hand begins to withdraw from my slippery channel, the scraping of Josie’s knuckles against the vaginal walls a sustained note of pleasure that, after my frenzied climax, is almost too much to bear.

“N-not too fast!” I manage to pant, the last word rising to a cry as her hand exits my ravaged cunt with a slurping sound. I tip over on my side, the world vanishing down a long, dark tunnel as I slip into unconsciousness.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

Friday 21st January, 1966

Mommy woke me up with a kiss. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her back with my tongue. Then her mouth kind of slid down my neck and went between my titties. I loved feeling her lips on my nipples. It made me laugh when she gave them little play bites.

Her hand went down until it was between my legs. I was holding my breath waiting for Mommy to use her fingers on me. But then she didnt do it! She just smiled at me and touched the tops of my legs instead. I was wiggling around under her and wanting so bad to feel her fingers. Then she did touch me down there. I made happy sounds in her mouth while she kissed me, and pretty soon I was coming.

I hugged her after and told her she was the best Mommy a girl could have. She gave me a funny smile and looked right at me as she lay down and pulled up her skirt.

She wasnt wearing panties! Her legs went apart to show me her pussy. I stared at her lovely curly hair and the shiny pink parts of her. It was like a pretty flower in the morning when it’s all wet with dew.

She said, You know what to do, Susie. Her voice was so soft.

My hand was all shaky when I put it on her leg. Mommy’s skin was warm and smooth. When my fingers touched her dark curly hair I thought my heart would burst, my chest felt so tight.

Her hand showed me where to go, she helped me find her hole. I knew what she wanted. I put two fingers into her, feeling them go inside her body. She was so juicy and hot in there!

She said, Put them in all the way. Mommy had opened her top, and I could see her titties go up and down when she breathed. I wanted to kiss them.

I pushed my fingers as deep into Mommy’s pussy as they would go. She said, Now move them in and out. Her voice was all funny like she was running fast. I did what she told me, my arm moving back and forth. Her pussy got really wet, much more than I do.

I guess she was really excited cause she came right then, shivering all over like the room was cold, it wasn’t though. She was moaning and breathing hard, and I just kept sliding my fingers in and out like she wanted. Then she put her hand on top of mine, asking me to stop cause she had enough.

I was thrilled and VERY proud. I had made Mommy come all by myself!!

Thank you angel, she said, smiling at me before giving me a mouth open kiss. I stuck my tongue into her mouth to play with hers, and we kissed for a long time before moving apart.

Then Mommy did something that really suprised me. She brought my hand up to her face and licked my wet fingers! I’m sure my mouth was hanging open while I watched her taste her pussy. I never would of thought of doing something like that, but she sure looked like she was enjoying it.

She let my hand go with a little kiss and smiled at me. I wanted to taste too, so I raised my fingers to my mouth and licked one.

Last year at Christmas Mommy had been drinking wine and I asked her for a sip. The taste of her pussy is kind of like wine. Strong and sweet with a smell that made my head feel light. I liked it.

Then Mommy gave me a serious look and told me that I cant tell anyone at all about what we just did, specially Daddy. She said that it had to be our special secret or we couldnt make love any more.

My heart started beating fast when she said that. I didnt think about it until then, but that’s what we had been doing. Making love. Its funny how I only understood it when Mommy said the words.

Tomorrow Mommy is taking me back to the ladies shop. She says they have more panties and things.

I keep putting my fingers in my mouth to get more of the taste of Mommy’s pussy. Its pretty much gone now, but I can still smell her a little bit.

I wonder if I taste like her? I think after I close this and turn out the light, I’ll touch myself and find out if I do or not.

*****

Saturday 22nd January, 1966

The shop hadnt changed since our last visit, though I had so many new things happen since then that it seemed different any how. Like before, Miss Decker put the CLOSED sign up in the window and locked the door shut. Then she took my hand and brought Mommy and me into the little back room.

She asked how I was when we sat down, smiling at me. But it was Mommy who answered her, and she made my face go red as she told Miss Decker about how much I was growing.

Like last time, Mommy told me to stand and take all my clothes off so Miss Decker could measure me again. She did, then said that my breasts had grown a bit since the last time! Mommy drew me to her and kissed my mouth before telling me what a lovely woman I was going to be. Her hand touched my nipples, and it made me tingle.

Miss Decker got out a new set of bras and panties for us, and like last time I marched around in all the different things just like a fashion model. I didnt mind at all being naked in front of them, and I loved it when they reached out to touch me sometimes.

Mommy picked out three new pairs of bras and panties for me. Then she told me she needed to talk to Miss Decker, and for me to go out to the front of the store and wait for her there.

I went out with the bag of all my new things and sat in a chair that was by a table full of grown up panties. After I waited for a few minutes, I saw a clock that said it was almost 4. That’s when my favorite radio show is on, called The British Are Coming. They play lots of the songs from England that I like, the Hollies and the Beatles and Jerry and the Pacemakers and stuff like that. I thought I could maybe listen to the radio in the car, so I went to ask Mommy if she would let me have the keys.

When I touched the doorknob to the back room, I heard Mommy gasp, and I stopped right where I was. Instead of walking in I opened the door just a little to peek in and see what was going on.

I couldn’t believe what I saw! Mommy was standing with one foot on a chair, just wearing her top and nothing else. Miss Decker was on her knees and her face was in Mommy’s pussy, kissing her down there!

I watched for a long time, feeling it get all warm between my legs. Mommy was rubbing her titties through her top that was half open, with one hand. The other hand was holding Miss Decker’s head to her pussy.

Then she suddenly threw her head back, crying out Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! before she went all stiff, biting on her lip when she came. Her face was beautiful when she did it.

Then Miss Decker got up, and she and Mommy kissed for a long time, using their tongues. I felt a shiver when I knew they were tasting Mommy’s pussy together.

Then Mommy turned around and pushed Miss Decker back against the wall, really hard. I was so suprised that I made a little squeak, but I was lucky and they didnt hear me. Mommy lifted Miss Decker’s dress and reached up under it, touching her pussy the way she did mine. Miss Decker moaned, and Mommy made her be quiet with a kiss.

I wanted to touch myself while I watched them make love, but decided not to move. I didnt want to get caught.

Miss Decker must have been very excited cause she came quick, breathing hard and her body shaking all over. Mommy took her hand from under Miss Decker’s dress and my heart beat even faster when I saw her lick her fingers. They kissed more, speaking softly in between kisses. I tried to hear, but couldnt.

Then Mommy started to button up the front of her dress, and then I knew that she was about to leave. I had to move fast before she saw me!

I grabbed my bags and ran out of the store and got in the car. I was there waiting when Mommy got there like nothing had happened.

I keep thinking about Miss Decker kissing Mommy’s pussy. It seems kind of icky, putting your mouth where someone pees from. But Mommy liked it so much that I guess it has to feel really good.

*****

Monday 24th January, 1966

I was already awake when Mommy came to me this morning. We kissed for a long time, then we touched each others pussies until we both came together. That was amazing!

After that I asked if I could kiss and suck on her nipples, like she did to me the other day.

Mommy said that of course I could. She lay me down in her lap with her breasts in to my face and offered me one. I took a nipple into my mouth and nursed from my mother, like I was a baby again. I really liked that. Then we kissed some more until I had to get ready for school.

Claire got to see me in my pretty new underthings today. I showed off for her, turning so she could see how with my new panties you could see almost half of my bottom. She smiled and said she wanted to have me over to play again.

I want to kiss her REALLY bad. If I dont chicken out, I’m gonna try to the next time I’m over at her house.

*****

Tuesday 25th January, 1966

Mommy woke me, smiling down and brushing my hair back with her fingers. I grinned and rolled over on my back, ready for her.

Hows my little angel? she asked me.

I giggled and pulled the covers away, surprising her when she saw that I was completely naked! I had decided not to wear a nightie or panties to bed any more. I could tell Mommy liked that.

I loved it when she looked me up and down with a look in her eyes like she wanted to do something sexy. I opened my legs for her, putting my hand on my pussy and gently touching it. I wanted her to see.

She said, Let Mommy do that for you.

It felt so nice with Mommy fingering me. I came really fast, and hard too. Then we snuggled and I thanked her for making me feel so good. Then I gave her a hot mouth open kiss with my tongue. I wanted to touch her pussy, too, but there wasnt time.

*****

Wednesday 26th January, 1966

Claire and I played together today at school. But during lunch I couldnt stand it any more. I took her behind the bike shed and pushed her against the wooden wall.

Have you ever kissed another girl? I asked her.

She shook her head and licked her lips with a sort of funny look on her face.

Would you like to try? I asked.

With you? she whispered.

I nodded, and I felt all hot and crazy inside when she nodded too.

It started sort of shy, our lips hardly touching. But then it grew and grew until we were hugging each other as our tongues moved together. It was cold out, but kissing her made me feel hot all over.

Her hips were pushing mine. I wanted to touch her between the legs but I wasnt sure if Claire would want it.

We stopped before anyone else came around and caught us, and then Claire said she would come over soon for dinner. Both of us were blushing and really, really happy!

I’m going to ask Mommy if Claire can come home with me after school and have supper with us Friday night. Wow, just thinking about Claire and me naked and in my bed, is getting my panties wet. I wonder what Mommy would do if she caught us doing stuff together? She wouldnt mind, I bet.

*****

Thursday 27th January, 1966

Mommy and I were cuddling together this morning all warm and naked after making love, and I asked her if I could have Claire spend the night on Friday. She smiled and said yes.

Later a card arrived in the post, a valentine. Its my very first one, and I know I blushed when I opened it.

It was so sweet! She wrote about how she thought I was beautiful, and how she loved the time we spent together at school. I knew she meant when we kissed the other day, and that made me feel warm all over.

Mommy laughed and asked who it was from. I told her, It’s a secret, but I let her see it anyway.

She gave me a BIG smile when she read the card, and asked me if Claire was my girlfriend now. I told her that I didn’t know but hoped so. Mommy hugged me then and said she was proud of me, and how glad she was that I wanted to be with Claire instead of some boy. Girls are better, she said.

I asked her if that was how she felt, why she was with Daddy instead of a woman?

Mommy told me that she did love Daddy, but she just loves women more. Also without him she couldnt have had me, and she loved me most of all! I had to give her a big kiss when she told me that.

Before leaving for school I made Claire a valentine where I wrote about how pretty she is, and how much I like her. I wanted to write about wanting to see her with all her clothes off, but I decided not to in case her mom or somebody reads it.

Claire squealed and hugged me tight when I gave her the valentine. I invited her to come over tomorrow afternoon and stay for supper. We were both so excited that we could hardly talk, just look at each other and giggle like we were sharing the best secret in the whole world!

We snuck away to the top of the field at lunchtime, hid behind the hedge and kissed. I touched her titties too, which made her blush. I liked feeling her, and I like her letting me do it. I told Claire about wanting to see her with no clothes on, and she just wrapped her arms round me and whispered, I want to see you too.

I cant wait for tomorrow.

*****
Friday 28th January, 1966

Mommy came in early and got in bed with me. I love cuddling her, kissing while her big round titties touch mine. Her hands moved all over my legs and my bottom, then she pushed my legs open so she could touch my pussy. I was wet and ready for her, and she put a finger inside me, rolling it around until she made me come.

I was still breathing hard when Mommy asked me to tell more about Claire. My face got warm then, but I told her how we kissed and I touched her titties and how I wanted to do everything to Claire that I learned from her.

Mommy kissed my cheek and said she thought that was very sweet. Then she reminded me to keep our secret and be careful not to tell Claire any thing about what she and I do together. Mommies and their little girls arent sposed to make love, she told me.

I said, But we do, dont we?

She hugged me to her and whispered, We do, angel. The way she said that made me feel so happy I thought I might cry. But I didnt let myself. I’m too old for that.

Then she layed back and opened her legs wide for me, showing her pussy. I bent over to kiss her titties as I put my hand on it, feeling how wet she was. Its like heaven, sucking Mommy’s nipples while I push my fingers in and out of her. I love the way her nipples get so big in my mouth!

Soon she was wiggling on the bed, calling out my name and saying how much she loves me while I made her come. She got pretty loud too.

After she came, she said I was getting better and better every day at making love. I was so proud!

School seemed to last forever yesterday, but the bell finaly rang and we were free. When I saw Claire waiting for me outside she grabbed my hand and we ran nearly all the way to my house.

I invited her inside and introduced Claire to Mommy, who took her hand and said she was happy to meet her. I knew she thought Claire was pretty, and that made me even more excited!

I told Mommy we were going up to my room to play and we ran up stairs. I closed the door behind us. I was dying to touch her all day, and now we were together with no one else there. It felt as if I was about to burst, I was so excited!

Sitting on my bed we kissed really long and deep with our tongues playing. She put both her arms round my neck, and I hugged her too. Then she fell back on the bed and I was on top of her, opening up her shirt.

I put my hand inside and felt her titties, and how when my fingers touch her nipples they get bigger. That hot feeling was starting in my panties again, and all I could think was how I wanted a good look at Claire with her clothes off.

Can I see them? I asked Claire after our kiss stopped. She said I could!

It was so nice to watch Claire take off her school shirt, then her training bra. She was a little bit shy, her cheeks were pink when she dropped her things on the floor. Then she stood there letting me have a good long look at her. She’s even prettier than I thought!

I didnt even think about it, I just bent down and licked at her nipple, making Claire squeal cause she was so suprised. I took one in my mouth and sucked on it, the way Mommy likes to do to me.

Claire was breathing hard and holding my face to her titties. I licked and sucked her nipples for a good long time. Then I sat up and took off my top and my bra.

I was dying to feel her mouth on me. I said, Do it to me now.

Then I was lying on my back watching her bend down, then closing my eyes when her mouth covered my nipple. It felt so good! Then her hand touched my other titty, and I started to rub my legs together cause my pussy felt hot. I held her head to me and the good feelings got bigger and bigger.

I couldnt wait any longer, I wanted to do everything with Claire. I pushed her away and I stood up. I was breathing hard and shaking all over. Take your clothes off, I said while I was tearing off my skirt. All I could think about was that I needed to be naked for Claire.

She stared at me for a little bit, then she was undressing too. I kicked my panties away, and I saw her eyes get big as she looked at my pussy.

Then Claire took her own panties off, and I was excited when she showed me her pussy. She was just starting to grow some hair down there, more than me. It looked soft and pretty.

I told her to lay down. Claire did what I said and spread her legs apart, watching me when I looked at her down there. Her pussy was all wet, and open.

She asked me what I was going to do, and acted all shy when she said that. Covering her pussy with both hands.

I didnt answer her. I couldnt. I got on the bed and climbed on top of her and we kissed using our tongues. Then I turned around and got between her legs and started doing what Aunt Evie did to Mommy that time I got to watch them make love. I put my pussy to Claire’s and moved on her, rubbing our girl parts together. She looked a little scared at first, but it felt so nice that she started pushing back.

We watched each other while we were doing it, and our eyes were really wide like we couldnt believe that it could be so good. But it was. The feelings were getting big down deep in my belly. We were both slippery wet, and sort of fighting to get closer together. Our hands were pulling hard and we huffed and puffed, trying so hard to get there.

When it did come it felt like fireworks blowing up. I was pushing into Claire, holding her tight. And she was making funny sounds in my ear, moving under me while it was happening to her. Then we fell away from each other and lay still. We both were breathing hard like we just ran a long way.

She took my hand and squeezed it. That was the best ever, she said.

I turned to Claire and we kissed some more. Then we rested some in each other’s arms. After a while we got up and put all our clothes back on, to be ready for when Mommy called us down for supper.

When I heard Mommy’s voice call I grabbed Claire’s hand. We ran down the stairs together, giggling and making lots of noise.

Mommy smiled at us as we ran into the kitchen. She asked us if we were having fun playing. Then her eyes met mine and I saw that she knew what Claire and I had been doing up stairs, and I could tell that it made her feel excited. It sure did me!

I got a weird thought then. In my head I saw Mommy standing outside my door with a hand up under her dress, touching her pussy while she listened to me and Claire playing sexy games. Then I thought of her coming into the room while we were naked and making love, watching us doing it. THEN I thought about Mommy taking her clothes off and getting on the bed with me and Claire!

All the time we ate, I thought about being with Mommy and Claire at the same time. It made me feel all hot down in my panties, and I couldnt sit still.

Daddy was there for supper, and he was very nice and polite to Claire, though I could tell he was thinking about work like he always is. He is going hunting with his friends tomorrow so maybe his mind is on that too. It’s funny, all the things going on between me and Mommy that Daddy doesnt know about.

I wanted to go back upstairs with Claire again after supper but there wasnt time. But then I got to walk her home, and we snuck behind a big tree to kiss for a while before I said good night.

I’m in bed now, writing about the great day I had. My pussy is all sticky and wet from that idea I had at dinner, about making love to Claire and Mommy at the same time. What REALLY makes me excited is when I think about them kissing and touching each other while I get to watch.

Oh wow, it’s really late! Thats all for tonight.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By JetBoy

I lay with my baby for awhile, letting her doze in my arms, feeling absolutely radiant. I’d done it, actually done it — introduced my precious child to the delights of lesbian love. Had my mother known happiness as all-encompassing as this after she pleasured me for the first time? I would have to ask her. For now, though, I simply held Leslie close, savoring the warmth of her bare body against mine.

But soon I had to start dinner, so with a wistful sigh I carefully extricated myself from Leslie’s embrace, threw on a nightgown and tiptoed down to the kitchen.

I was chopping vegetables about an hour later when Leslie padded into the room… hair tousled, sleepy-eyed and still gloriously naked. The very sight of her had a renewed lust surging hot and wild in the very core of me. Somehow I managed to keep a grip on myself while Leslie and I chatted about school, cartoons, clothes — anything but what she and I had just done together.

Finally, I had all the ingredients in the soup pot and the pot on the stove. Drying my hands, I sat down at the kitchen table, and a smiling Leslie climbed into my lap. Her little mouth found mine, and I nearly swooned as my eight-year-old threw both arms around my neck and kissed me, her tongue darting between my parted lips.

Then she broke away, and all I could see were her eyes, so big and blue. “Mommy,” she whispered, as if we were sharing a secret, “can we play making love some more?”

How could I refuse? Instead, I placed a gentle peck on her smiling mouth and replied, “Yes, honey.” We rose together, Leslie taking my hand to lead me back upstairs.

When we entered the bedroom, I reached for the silken tie to my nightgown, then paused, turning to Leslie instead. “Want to undress me?” I asked her. She nodded, blushing a little bit.

I stood motionless before her, a tempest of desire raging inside me as my daughter slowly opened the gown in front, baring my body. She stood back, studying my nudity as if she’d never seen it before. “You’re so pretty, Mommy,” was all she said before reaching up to push the gauzy material over and off my shoulders, sending my nightie spilling to the floor. She reached to take my hand once more, and we climbed onto the bed together.

And I made love to my darling child again, using mouth, fingers and tongue to coax forth every ounce of pleasure there was to be had from Leslie’s sylph-like body. I touched and tasted her all over, even licked her tiny anus. Soon my baby was coming again, gurgling in ecstasy while I nursed at her clit.

This time, Leslie had no intention of resting afterward. Soon as she’d caught her breath, my adopted daughter sat up, a determined gleam in her big blue eyes that I knew all too well. “Now me, it’s my turn — I get to make love to you!”

Within seconds I was lying flat on my back, a naked and very excited eight-year-old straddling me, the wet warmth of her bare sex grazing my belly. “Love you, Mommy,” Leslie cooed, bending down to kiss me.

I moaned into my baby’s mouth as her tongue flickered like a soft flame over my lips, still moist with her nectar. She drew back, her eyes burning into mine as she tasted, pondered. “Mmmm… is that my pussy?” she murmured.

“It is, sweetheart,” I smiled. “Do you like how it tastes?”

She slowly nodded, breaking into a grin. “Yeah. It’s like — I don’t know, ‘zactly. It’s yummy, though!” And her mouth was on mine again, that marvelous little tongue penetrating my lips. I sucked at it, teasing her.

As abruptly as she had kissed me, Leslie broke away, sliding down to bury her face in my breasts. “I like your titties, Mommy. Will mine be as big an’ nice as yours?”

I chuckled as she licked at my left nipple. “Probably even nicer, honey. We’ll find out in a few years, won’t we?”

But she wasn’t really listening now, lost as she was in showering affection on my tits, exploring them with her hands and mouth. So I simply lay back into the welcoming softness of my pillow and let my daughter love me.

She played with my breasts for a long, lovely while, then descended further, down to my pale tummy. Plastering her mouth just above my navel, she blew hard, making a long, low farting sound, then gave me a mischievous glance.

“Imp,” I murmured affectionately, tousling her hair.

She giggled, then began trailing tiny kisses down my belly — and further. Through the trimmed patch of my pubes and beyond, until she was on her belly between my spread thighs, staring enthralled at my cunt. “I like your pussy, Mommy,” she whispered, tracing the labia with a fingertip.

The lust that hissed and snarled inside me was now at fever pitch — oh God, if Leslie didn’t do something to me soon, I was going to fucking scream!

And just like that, my little girl thrust her face into my sex, eagerly kissing and licking at the wet flesh as if it was a long-promised treat.

Leslie was clumsy, of course, but I showed her how; letting her know what I liked best, encouraging her to explore. Once I directed her to my clitoris, she sucked at it lustily. I had to beg my enthusiastic child to be gentle, then she got the hang of it and nursed at the pink pearl until I was screaming in orgasmic abandon, my frame wracked by relentless jolts of pleasure.

We lay together quietly, our bare bodies entwined in the rosy afterglow. We drifted together now and again to share lazy kisses, our tongues dancing a slow tango of spent passion.

Finally we roused ourselves with a sigh. We took turns brushing our teeth, then I put on fresh clothing, Leslie climbed into the knee-length t-shirt she wore around the house at night, and we traipsed downstairs — me back to the kitchen and soup pot; Leslie to the living room, Bugs Bunny cartoons and her coloring book.

A few minutes later Anna arrived home, greeting me with a kiss. Minutes later, we joined around the table, I dished up bowls of soup and we ate together. Just a normal two-mom family. Only now, we were anything but. I’d stepped over the line that separates mother from child and taken my little girl as a lover. And I intended to have Leslie again, the very next day.

The weeks that followed were a wild whirl of sapphic indulgence in which I seemed to eat, drink and breath sex. I was given to utter abandon during the day while Anna worked, teaching my daughter all there was to know about lesbian love. Then later, after Leslie was tucked in bed, I’d usually give myself to Anna, whose sexual appetite was still quite voracious.

And after rekindling my love affair with Mom on a night of unimaginable passion, we decided to make it a once-a-week thing… with Anna’s blessing. She knew how much it meant to me.

God, it had been incredible to get naked and sweaty with my mother. To me, she was sexy as ever, and still amazing in bed. Only now that I was a grown woman, there was a raw, animal heat to our lovemaking that we’d not experienced before. When I tasted her cunt for the first time in eight years, it felt like coming home. The best part was when Mom got out a strap-on cock and we took turns fucking one another. She even plowed my ass with it, something I’d only allowed Anna to do before. What a night!

Leslie had just turned nine when Anna decided to cash in four weeks of vacation time she’d accumulated. She hadn’t had any real time off for two years, and suddenly she was home all day with me and Leslie.

I felt incredibly guilty for having spent almost six months having sex with our daughter while my lover was hard at work so that she could support us. Anna and I had both enjoyed sex with other women, both separately and in threesomes or lesbian orgies. And of course she knew about me rediscovering my love life with my mother, and approved completely. But I’d been afraid to tell her about what Leslie and I had been doing.

Eventually, though, I sat Anna down and confessed everything. I fought the urge to cry as best I could, but began to shed helpless tears as I told my lover what had happened — that I’d been making love to our daughter. That I had kissed her precious mouth, and penetrated it with my tongue. I described undressing Leslie, sucking her nipples and touching her childish body all over, the way I’d fingered and eaten our child’s pussy and asshole.

Finally, my body trembling with sobs, I told Anna that I had taught little Leslie how to do all those things to me. She’d become quite skilled at oral sex, and I’d even showed her how to make me come by pushing her whole hand into my cunt, working it in and out until I screamed with pleasure.

I told my partner all those things and more, clutching her hand in mine. Anna’s face was bereft of emotion while I poured my heart out to her, my belly a cold, hard knot of fear. Finally, the words ran out, and I fell silent… numb with fear, waiting for the axe to fall.

And miracle of miracles, Anna smiled.

“Oh, babe,” she murmured, her arms encircling my waist, “I’m only surprised you waited so long. The way she flashes that cute little butt around the house, I expected you to coax Leslie into bed before she’d been with us a month.”

I fell into my lover’s arms, weeping with mixed relief and joy.

Anna kissed my tears away, then whispered, “There’s only one thing I want to know, though.”

“Wh-what?” I gasped, still sniffling.

“Well… when do I get invited to join this little sex club of yours?”

My heart began to race in anticipation. “Tomorrow’s Saturday,” I replied. “No school tomorrow. I think we might let Leslie stay up late tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Anna grinned. She stood and stretched. “I’m gonna take a shower.” Bending to kiss me, she turned and exited the room, unbuttoning her top as she went.

As for me, I took a deep, calming breath before going to our little girl’s room and telling her the news. I smiled to myself as I climbed the stairs, knowing how happy she would be that Mommy Anna was going to play the Make Love Game with us. That’s what Leslie and I called it.

That night, after dinner, we left the dishes to soak for a change. Leslie, her head held proudly, marched up the stairs to our bedroom. Anna and I brought up the rear, sharing thrilled glances between us.

When we entered the room, Leslie stood before us, her eyes dancing with excitement, then raced into her Mommy Anna’s arms. My lover knelt to embrace our little girl, then their lips came together in a motherly kiss that quickly became heated, passionate. Then Leslie turned to me. “Mommy,” she squeaked, “come kiss with us!”

I joined my lover and daughter in a sweet, loving tangle of arms, hands and lips. We shared sexy kisses back and forth, then began to undress one another. First Anna and I took all of our little girl’s clothes off, then Leslie helped get her mommies naked. Then our little girl bounded onto the bed, where she jumped up and down. “Let’s play, let’s play!”

Anna crawled toward Leslie in a cat-like fashion, making growly tiger noises. Leslie giggled behind her knuckles, then shrieked with delight as Anna lunged, taking her down to the bed. They stared into each other’s eyes, then their mouths came together once more. I watched them, enthralled at the sight of my child kissing her mother, that little pink tongue languidly circling Anna’s lips.

Finally they gently broke apart, and Anna gave our daughter a warm smile. “I want to lick you now, precious,” she whispered. “Will you let Mommy do that to you?”

Nibbling her lower lip, a wide-eyed Leslie nodded.

Soon Leslie was straddling Anna’s face, letting Mommy taste her pussy. God, it was such a thrill to see my lover pleasuring our daughter so sweetly, her tongue licking and probing at Leslie’s babyish crack.

Wanting to join in the lovemaking, I crawled onto the bed, now determined to give pleasure to my wonderful, devoted wife while she went down on our little girl.

I knelt beside Anna, pausing to gaze down at her voluptuous body taking in every inch of its beauty. Her skin, so smooth and creamy. Her full, womanly hips. Her scrumptious belly button, nestled in that firm, yet angel-soft tummy. Her perfectly sculpted thighs, and the gateway to paradise that lay between them.

Her pussy, adorned with pretty blond curls, was wetter than I had ever seen it before, the flesh glistening with desire, her clit visibly erect. She was a beautiful flower, I a hungry bee — and, prostrating myself between her parted legs, I began to collect the rejuvenating nectar from my lover’s petals with an eager tongue, then covered her opening with my mouth to drink deep.

As I bathed my lips and chin in the warm essence that flowed from Anna’s cunt, I watched my daughter gasp with delight astride my wife’s face; saw Anna’s hands as they gently parted our daughter’s pert bottom, her tongue darting between little Leslie’s cheeks to bathe the tiny cleft of her anus. Then Anna was feasting on our child’s sex once more, pleasuring her as my mother had pleasured me so many years ago. The sight was so unimaginably beautiful that I felt tears misting my eyes.

My wife then began to shudder and shake as I continued to love her, and soon her honey filled my mouth when she came for me. I carried Anna through the ebb and flow of orgasm, finally soothing her cunt with gentle kisses.

Then, wanting to share my prize with Leslie, I rose to bring my mouth to hers, kissing our daughter to give her a taste of Mommy Anna’s pussy. And as my child and I kissed like the passionate lovers we were, she began to come, still riding Anna’s face.

Once my girls had recovered, they turned their attention to me. Leslie burrowed between my legs to kiss and lick at her mommy’s sex and Anna roughly claimed my mouth; fucking me with her tongue as she groped my breasts. Then suddenly it was Leslie’s tiny tongue that I sucked on while Anna went down on me, probing inside with thrusting, twisting fingers.

My scream of ecstasy seemed to fill the universe.

That night was nearly a week ago. We three have made love many times since then, each of us starry-eyed and deliriously happy about our new life as a family.

We aren’t finished yet, though. There is one more person we want to include in our loving circle; someone who deserves everything we can give and more for making all of this possible.

Anna and I will celebrate our fifth anniversary in a few days. We’ve made plans to take my mother out to dinner, then bring her back home, where the three of us will come together for the first time in a menage a trois. Mom is thrilled about finally getting a chance to share Anna with me, but there’s a special surprise waiting for her that she won’t be expecting.

You see, she thinks that Leslie will be spending the night at a friend’s house — but when my mother enters our bedroom that evening, there will be a certain nine-year-old girl waiting for us, wearing nothing but a bright green ribbon and bow around her waist…

*****

This is my version of a brief story that Lesbian Lolita administrator C. sent to me entitled “Mothering.” I fiddled around with my take on her story for months, finally deciding to knuckle down and get the thing done for her site. In the end, I ran a pretty thorough mojo on the original, expanding the plot and details throughout and reworking the rest.

Great thanks to C. for always being there for me and so many other writers of lesbian erotica. Her site will be greatly missed.

By JetBoy

Mind you, Anna wasn’t the first girl I ever dated. In fact, I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t into girls. Even when I was a child of ten, I recall being sexually active with another girl of my age. My mother couldn’t leave us alone for an hour before I had my new friend Cheryl naked, exploring her with my fingers and mouth.

Not that Mom had a problem with that, since she was also gay. She had turned to her friend Sophia for companionship after my so-called father had abandoned us flat when I was four, and the woman she’d always thought of as a friend soon became a lover. Even at that tender age, I could see for myself how much happier Mommy was as a gay woman. She and Sophia didn’t last as a couple, but there were other females to share her heart and her bed — and I adored nearly all of them.

Growing up, I liked some boys as playmates, but the idea of love with a man seemed downright silly to me. Why on earth would I want to kiss a boy, when there were so many pretty girls around to catch my eye in cute shorts and dresses?

By the time I was seven, I’d made it clear to Mom that I too was a lesbian, just like she was. Only I pronounced it “lesbean,” which she thought was utterly adorable. I besieged her with endless questions about how women made love, wanting to know all the most intimate details. And while most girls my age were dreaming of dolls and cute clothes, I wanted more than anything to experience sex for the first time.

So Mom took me into her bed and made love to me on one magical night when I was only nine, just to make me happy. She taught me everything I yearned to know and more. Best of all, she and I were sexually intimate for several years after that.

I adored the special games that Mom and I used to play, where we took off all our clothes and kissed passionately, then spent a long while touching and caressing one another. The first time she lay between my legs to lick my bare slit, it felt so wonderful that I shed tears of joy, happy that my mommy loved me so much.

When she rolled onto her back, parted her thighs and asked me if I would return the favor, I was a little scared. But once I went down on her for the first time, I quickly learned to love eating pussy. Mom showed me what to do, and I got the idea right away. The heat of her cunt, the strange but tantalizing flavor of her juices, the softness of her dark curls as they tickled my nose, the sound of her cries, rising in volume as she came for me — all part of an experience that shaped me for life.

After that night, I was obsessed with making love with my mother. I’d do things like crawl under the kitchen table, burrow beneath her skirt or inside her dressing gown and bury my face in the thick pubic thatch, my tongue emerging to lick. Mom even gave up wearing panties around the house, except when she was having her period — but I didn’t care, I’d go down on her even then. Later, once she’d taught me the pleasures of rimming, I would creep up on Mom from behind and flip up her skirt, then part her beautiful buttocks and bury my face between them, eagerly kissing her asshole.

To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I adored her.

People sometimes ask me if having a gay mother made me a lesbian. I always answer, “Yes… and I thank her for it every single day.”

Not long after I turned twenty, my lover Anna and I adopted a little girl of our own, a gorgeous eight-year-old named Leslie. She had the face of a cherub, and golden hair soft as corn silk. We were smitten with her from the start. She was painfully shy at first, the product of an unhappy home torn apart by drugs and alcohol. It was an unimaginable joy to see Leslie open up as she gradually came to trust us, learning how to be a little girl all over again. Her solemn expression became a happy grin, and the sound of her laugh rang like sweet silver bells through our home.

After Leslie got settled in, we evolved into a routine where I would stay home with her during the day while Anna was at work. Our little nymph loved to spend all her waking time naked, and the sight of her running around the house or sprawled in front of the television was bound to have me becoming aroused after awhile. I was constantly masturbating, then all but attacking Anna later at night, my sex drive insatiable. And after day after day of staring at that cute little bottom of hers, or the smooth cleft between her thighs… well, pleasuring myself in the bathroom or impatiently waiting for my lover to get home wasn’t cutting it anymore. I was burning for Leslie, aching to explore lesbian love with my eight-year-old child.

I finally decided to tell my mom about these feelings, pouring my heart out to her in a lengthy phone call. She told me in no uncertain terms that there was nothing wrong with making love to my daughter. Mom reminded me of the sexual delights we had shared, back when I was close to Leslie’s age.

I asked her if, more than twelve years later, she had any regrets about what she had done with me. Mom said that her only wish was that she’d continued to have sex with me even after I began to explore sapphic pleasures with my friends. Then Mom encouraged me once again to fully consummate my love for Leslie. “Believe me, honey,” she murmured, “it’s the nicest thing you can do for your little girl.”

I felt so much love for my mother at that moment that I told her that I was more than willing to renew my sexual relationship with her. In fact, I made a date with Mom for that Friday night, so she and I could share a bottle of wine and enjoy each other’s bodies for the first time in years. She was delighted with the idea, and we ended our chat with whispered declarations of love. I’d never fucked Mom as a grown woman, and thinking about what we might get up to on Friday had me giddy with anticipation.

When I hung up the phone, though, my mind was elsewhere. I was a woman with a mission: to teach Leslie all about love.

First I undressed completely, paused long enough to calm my pounding heart, then padded into the living room where Leslie sat idly watching TV, her body still completely bare.

Her eyes widened when she saw me. “You don’t have any clothes on, Mommy!” she giggled.

“Nope,” I laughed, sitting down next to her, then extending both arms to my little girl. “Want to cuddle with me?”

“Yes!” she cried, quickly squirming into my lap. Mmmm, her naked body felt so incredible against mine…

As Leslie leaned back against me, I caressed her all over. She sighed happily as my fingers explored every inch of her soft skin. I brushed her nipples with my fingertips, thrilling as they stiffened oh so slightly to my touch.

“That feels funny, Mommy!” she cooed. “Do it some more.”

So I did, teasing the pink buds as she hummed contentedly. I began to kiss her neck, then nuzzled my way up to her ear, where I nibbled playfully at her lobe. Growing bolder, I licked around the edge of the ear.

“Oooohh… I like that!” Leslie squealed.

“You like my kisses?” I said softly, my lips touching her ear.

“Yes, Mommy,” she sighed.

“Would you like to kiss me?” I murmured. “I can show you how to kiss the way real lovers do. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly, “yes, Mommy. I want to kiss!”

My heart throbbed with excitement. “Turn around, honey,” I breathed. She wriggled around in my lap, facing me.

First I gave her a few silly pecks on the face and neck, making her giggle with delight. Then my arms twined around her body, and I gazed deep into my daughter’s eyes. Leslie went quiet, sensing something big was on the verge of happening. “Now, my little angel,” I whispered, “See how this feels…”

And I kissed her mouth gently, my lips brushing hers. The kiss was soft and sensual, and I allowed it to linger for a long moment. When I slowly drew back, her eyes were wide with wonder. “Did you like that, honey?” I smiled.

“Yes,” Leslie whispered. “Oh, yes. I liked it a lot. C-can you do it some more?”

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” I murmured, trying not to give away how incredibly excited I was. “There’s much more to real kissing than that.” I slowly brought my face to hers again, whispering, “Now, do what I do.”

I kissed my baby once more… only this time I allowed the tip of my tongue to glide over her lips. They parted slightly, and I made our kiss a passionate one, sliding my tongue into her little mouth. She hummed with pleasure, her own tongue shyly emerging to meet mine. I increased the intensity of the kiss, my desire rising as Leslie matched my excitement.

Before long, we were kissing like lovers. Her little arms were wrapped around me, clutching my naked body as our mouths slid wetly together.

Finally, reluctantly, I pulled away, gazing at my child. Her face was slightly flushed, and she was breathing hard. “How was that, little one?” I cooed, reaching up to touch her cheek.

“Oh… oh, Mommy,” she mewled, “t-that was good!” She squeezed me tightly, her face buried in my breasts. “Can we kiss like that always? Forever an’ ever?”

I tilted her face up to mine. “We can, sweetheart,” I murmured, “but there are lots of other nice things you and I can do together, even better than kissing.”

“Really?” she squeaked. “Show me, show me!”

“Hold on, little one,” I told her. “There’s just one thing. These things I teach you have to be a secret between you and me. You can’t even tell Mommy Anna about them.” I took her hand. “Can you keep a secret, Leslie? Hmmm?”

She squeezed my hand. “Yes, Mommy, I can. Cross my heart!” She paused, lost in thought. “But how come Mommy Anna can’t know? Aren’t you s’posed to not have secrets from her?” Head tilted to one side, Leslie gave me a quizzical look.

I had to give the kid credit — she was a bright one. Luckily, I’d anticipated that question, and had an answer ready.

“We’ll tell her, honey… but I want it to be a surprise.” I cooed, touching Leslie’s cheek. “I’m going to teach you some wonderful games that grownups play… and soon you’ll be able to play them with me and Mommy Anna.” I smiled. “Won’t that be fun?”

Leslie’s eyes danced with excitement. “Okay, Mommy!” I knew that would work; the little imp adores surprises.

I placed my beautiful child on her feet, then rose from the couch. “Let’s go to the big bedroom, babe.”

Holding hands, we padded naked through the house, upstairs to the room me and Anna share. I lay down on our king-size bed, and a giggling Leslie bounced next to me.

I reached for my daughter, drawing her close. “I showed you how to kiss, honey… and now I’m going to teach you about making love.” My lips were nearly touching hers.

Leslie’s eyes were wide with wonder. “Oh, wow,” she had time to say before I was kissing her again. Her tongue immediately darted into my mouth, and our kiss quickly grew hot and passionate. I was brushing her nipples with my fingers, teasing them.

I allowed my kisses to roam around her lips, giving her gentle love bites. Then I shifted my attention to her neck, nuzzling beneath her chin. She purred contentedly as I kissed the hollow of her throat, then licked a path down to her flat chest. Leslie squirmed gently in my arms, moaning “Oh, Mommy… that feels good.”

When I came to my daughter’s left nipple, I extended my tongue to lightly lick at the pink tip, then sucked it into my mouth. Leslie gasped — and her arms twined around my head, hugging me to her. The beating of the child’s heart seemed to reverberate through her body as if she were a drum. I switched from one nipple to the other, then back again.

But the desire to taste my baby’s vagina was too powerful to resist for long, so I began to kiss my way down Leslie’s body, savoring the delicate scent of her. I paused to lavish attention on her tummy, making her giggle when my tongue darted into her belly button, then continued downward, trailing kisses over the rise of her mound.

And then her delicate pink flower was before me. I reached out to graze the baby-soft slit with a finger, and my daughter’s hips shifted on the bed, a whimper escaping her lips.

Then I was licking her; my tongue gliding over the cleft of Leslie’s sex like a paintbrush. My little girl was moaning wordlessly, her childish body squirming beneath mine. Placing both hands on her thighs, I tilted my head to one side and kissed the moist slit as if it were a mouth, then began to carefully penetrate her with the tip of my tongue.

“Muh-Mommy!” she gasped, Leslie’s body shivering as, for the first time, she understood what it was to be loved like a woman, by a woman. No stiff cock to rip and tear, no male hands to grope and bruise her tender skin. Instead, there was a soft, warm tongue to explore the jewel of my virgin daughter’s sex.

I didn’t know if I could make Leslie come, but I was determined to try — and when I sought out her tiny clitoris and began to tease it with the tip of my tongue, her mewls of pleasure took on a new fervor. Encouraged, I suckled at the pink tip, meanwhile tracing around her vaginal opening with my index finger. Soon, my baby’s body was jerking frantically beneath mine as I carried her to the threshold of ecstasy and beyond.

It was incredible — easily the most thrilling experience I’d known since that first sweet night in my mother’s bed.

Raising my face from between her legs, I licked a moist pathway up Leslie’s body until my lips met hers. She gave me soft, sleepy kisses, her cheeks pinked with pleasure.

“And that, sweetness,” I cooed, touching her button nose, “is how you make love. Did you like it?”

“It was… it was won’erful,” she sighed. “Love you, Mommy.” She gave a gentle yawn.

Reaching for the comforter, I drew it over us both. “You can take a little nap now, honey.”

She nodded and curled into me, already drifting into slumber.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

While dialing the combination of her locker one day at the posh private school she attended, sixth grader Lisette Jausserand happened to overhear ten-year-old Cathy Butler speaking to a couple of her friends as she removed a spiral notebook from her own locker, a glum expression on her pretty face.

“God, I’m having such a hard time with my French class!” Cathy sighed. “I try — I really do try — but I just can’t keep up.”

“Why’d you even take French?” asked Cathy’s friend Sondra. “Everyone knows Ms. Beeks is a total hard-ass.”

“I heard she gets wicked pissed if you make mistakes,” added Paige Perkins, rolling her eyes behind the thick glasses she wore. “Gina told me she even throws stuff sometimes!”

Slamming her locker door shut, Cathy grimaced. “Yeah, she’s really awful… but see, Mommy promised to take me to Paris this summer if I can learn French well enough.” The three girls began to make their way down the hall toward their next class. “How could I say no to that? But if I fail the class, not only will I not get to go, I’ll have a bad grade on my report card. Probably even get grounded…”

Lisette couldn’t make out Sondra’s reply — but her attention was elsewhere at that point, taken by a very enticing idea that was unfolding in her mind.

Though she and Cathy barely knew one another — they were two years apart, after all, practically an eternity at their ages! — it hadn’t escaped Lisette’s notice that the blonde fourth-grader was incredibly cute.

She suspected that Cathy could be a valuable addition to her circle of intimate friends, but knew that she had to be very careful about recruiting a such a young girl to join their clique.

Now, Cathy had given her the perfect opening. As Lisette’s mother had been born and raised in France, Lisette was thoroughly fluent in the language. And I’m always eager to come to the aid of a damsel in distress, she told herself with a thoughtful smile. Especially such a pretty one.

Later that afternoon, as she opened her locker for the last time that day, Lisette spied Cathy on her own. Quickly tossing her books inside and closing the door with a sharp bang, she hailed the petite blonde.

“Hey, Cathy!” she cheerfully exclaimed. “Got a minute?”

Cathy was wide-eyed with mixed excitement and nervousness as the older girl approached her. Lisette was one of the most popular kids in school, one who moved in far more elevated circles than a mere fourth-grader like Cathy could hope to reach.

“Um, yeah, s-sure!” she replied, doing her best to assume a casual air. “What’s up?”

Lisette gave the younger girl a huge smile, as if they were already best friends. Taking Cathy’s arm, she guided her down the hall and into an infrequently-used stairwell.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Lisette leaned close, addressing Cathy in an intimate tone. “I wasn’t trying to snoop, honestly, but I heard you this morning when you were talking about having a hard time with French class.” She grinned, shaking her head. “That bitch Ms. Beeks is making your life hell, huh? She taught my Social Studies class last year. God, I could not stand her! Doesn’t it always look like she’s been sucking on lemons?” She made a grotesquely puckered face.

Cathy couldn’t help but giggle at Lisette’s gleeful rudeness. “Wow, that’s totally her!” She paused, sighed. “Yeah, I’m not doing too well in her class. Thing is, my grades are usually good…”

“Sure,” Lisette hastened to reassure the girl. “I heard that you’re pretty smart.” She didn’t really know any such thing, but wanted to put Cathy at ease.

“Oh, thanks!” a flattered Cathy replied. “There’s just something about French that… I don’t know what it is, but I get all confused. So many words sound just alike, and if you get one little bit of it wrong, everything gets messed up! And God, that masculine-feminine thing…” She sighed heavily, then looked up at Lisette, somewhat puzzled. “So, um… why’d you ask?”

“Well, here’s the deal: I know French like the back of my hand, ’cause my mom grew up there. Seriously, there are times when she and I only speak French around the house. So I was thinking that maybe I could, y’know, give you some help.”

Cathy’s eyes widened. “Really!?” she exclaimed. “Um, yeah, sure! That would be awesome!”

“Hey, no sweat,” Lisette replied. “Are you busy after school tomorrow? You can come over, we’ll study for a couple hours, and you can stay for dinner. How’s that sound?”

If anything, Cathy seemed even more excited. “Great! I’d love to!”

“Give me your home number, then,” murmured Lisette, taking a pen and a notepad covered with scribbling out of her bag. “I’ll have my mom call your mom.” An awed Cathy stammered out her number, and a gleeful Lisette jotted it down. “Cool! I’ll meet you tomorrow at our lockers after last class. See ya…” Flashing the younger girl a friendly grin, Lisette turned to leave.

“S-see you,” replied Cathy, still dazed, but Lisette was already gone.

Making her way to the side exit of the school, Lisette was tingling with anticipation. She adored the girls in her regular crowd, but had been feeling the urge to make a new special friend. Someone younger, one who might be open to a different kind of fun. Bet Mom will really like her too, she thought.

As for Cathy, she was on Cloud Nine the whole way home, almost unable to believe her good fortune — not just because of the help she’d get with her French, but because Lisette was a sixth grader! Having an older friend, especially a girl as widely liked as Lisette was, was a huge deal at their school.

Then there were those schoolyard rumors of Lisette and her friends being involved in “make-out parties,” that had intrigued her, ever since she first heard the gossip. Cathy herself had yet to even kiss a boy, though she didn’t know of any who were worth kissing in the first place. Sometimes it seemed as if all the boys her age were jerks, slobs, dumbheads or dweebs. Still, all the furtive whispering she’d heard about the sixth-grade girls and their make-out parties made it all sound incredibly fun and exciting. Maybe she knows cooler boys than I do, Cathy reasoned.

*****

The next day, Cathy was brimming with pride as she sat with Lisette and the other sixth graders on the school bus. Lisette got teased by a couple of classmates for her new “little friend,” but Lisette told them to mind their own business. And when that creep Glen Dugger noticed Cathy and made a snide comment to Lisette about her “hanging out with little kids,” she ordered him to get lost. Watching Glen flush bright red and slink away while the other girls giggled was a sight that Cathy wanted to etch in her mind forever.

A few minutes later, Lisette led Cathy into her home, peering about. “Mom?” she called.

Cathy’s eyes widened as a gorgeous brunette woman entered the living room. “Hello, ma cherie,” Ms. Jausserand murmured, bending to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek. “And this must be your new friend,” she continued, taking the fourth-grader’s hands in hers. “Bonjour, Cathy. Welcome to our home.”

“M-merci beaucoup, Ms. Jausserand,” Cathy stammered.

“Ah! Very nicely spoken,” the woman replied, clearly pleased. “Well, I imagine you need to get started right away… and I have to get back to my roast chicken. I’ll bring you both something to drink.” Giving Cathy a fleeting wink, she exited the room.

“Gosh,” Cathy whispered, staring down the hallway at Ms. Jausserand’s receding figure. “Wow, your mom is so… so pretty!” She turned to Lisette. “Was she ever a model?”

“Well, Mom did some bathing suit ads, back when she was a teenager,” Lisette said, delighted to see Cathy’s response to her mother’s beauty. Good sign, she told herself.

“Was that when she lived in France?”

“Sure was,” replied Lisette. “I’ve got old copies of the magazines up in my room. I’ll show ’em to you after dinner. C’mon, let’s get comfy!” Taking Cathy’s hand, she led the girl over to the couch.

Forty-five minutes later, Lisette and Cathy were engrossed in French.

“Thanks so much for helping me out, Lisette,” Cathy said after she’d successfully conjugated a list of irregular verbs. “I can’t imagine what… but if there’s anything I can do for you, just ask me, okay?”

“Oh, I’ll think of something,” Lisette replied, a mysterious smile on her lips. She leaned in close, allowing her shoulder to casually brush against Cathy’s as they continued with their lesson.

“French is so beautiful… I wish I could speak it like you do,” Cathy sighed a few minutes later, as Lisette gave her some tips on pronunciation.

“Don’t worry, Catherine,” Lisette reassured her, “Just give me some time to teach you the basics — I’ll have you sounding just like a Parisian girl before you know it!”

Cathy loved the way Lisette sounded out her full name, and how the older girl wrapped an arm around her waist when giving words of encouragement. A warm, tender feeling was welling up inside the fourth-grader as their studies progressed. Wow, she thought, I knew Lisette was way pretty and smart… but she’s also really, really nice, too!

Suddenly Lisette noticed a small photo album among Cathy’s things. “Hey, Cathy… does this have pictures of you in it? Can I see them?”

Cathy felt shy about letting someone she’d only just gotten to know taking a peek at the photographs in her album, not least because some of them were snaps of her and some friends playing dress-up. “Oh… you don’t wanna see those silly pictures!” she exclaimed, her face flushed with embarrassment. The last thing she wanted was for her cool new friend to see her playing little-girl games!

“Of course I do!” Lisette replied, and began flipping through the album. When she came to the photos of Cathy and her two friends mugging for the camera in skimpy outfits, Lisette let out a gasp of shock and wide-eyed awe.

“Ooh-la-la!” Lisette exclaimed as she admired a photo of Cathy posing in a makeshift halter top and pair of short shorts. “Tres sexy, ma belle!” she continued with a wink, much to Cathy’s nervous delight.

“Oh, we were just goofing around,” Cathy said, almost apologetically.

“You look totally hot, though,” Lisette nodded, still studying that photo. “I see now why my friends wanted me to invite you to one of our make-out parties — course, I wanted to ask you to the last one!”

In truth, she was sure her friends barely knew that Cathy existed. But if tonight goes like I hope it does, they’ll be totally into this little cutie! Lisette told herself, repressing an urge to giggle.

“You… you know boys who asked if I could come to your party?” Cathy exclaimed in surprise.

“No, silly!” Lisette giggled. “I meant my girlfriends!” She studied the cute younger girl thoughtfully. “Can you keep a secret, Cathy? A big secret? I mean, cross your heart and may you be struck dead by lightning if you ever tell?”

“Um… sure!” Cathy hastened to assure her new friend. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

“Not even your best friends,” Lisette continued, her voice low and serious. “I really like you, Cathy… and I want us to be close, but that means you can’t breathe a word of what I’m gonna tell you to anybody.”

Her eyes locked with Lisette’s, Cathy slowly nodded. “I swear.”

“Okay… I believe you. Well, here’s the thing about our make-out parties. We don’t let stupid boys come to them at all.” She shook her head defiantly. “Nope. Only cute girls get invited!”

Cathy struggled to understand. “So then, you aren’t really, um, fooling around when you have a party?”

Lisette gave Cathy a bad-girl smile, one that made the ten-year-old feel all quivery and strange inside. “Oh, we are, we totally are — just not with guys…”

“You mean… y-you, um, make out… with girls?” Cathy asked, in mingled shock and disbelief.

“That’s right,” purred Lisette. “All the coolest girls are doing it with each other now. Does that weird you out?”

“Er, I’m not sure. What’s it like?”

“It’s the best!” Lisette exclaimed, all but bouncing up and down where she sat. “Oh, Cathy, you can’t even imagine how good it feels, just to kiss a cute girl! And that’s only the start of the fun we have.”

Now growing intrigued, Cathy leaned in closer. “Tell me.”

“Well, we usually start with a game of Spin-the-Bottle, and get all warmed up by kissing each other,” Lisette continued, “and then we go on to something like Truth or Dare, strip poker or strip Twister. See, the idea is for all of us girls to get our clothes off, a little bit at a time. That way, by the time we’re all naked, everyone’s all excited and ready to have fun. Then we take turns checking each other out — y’know, see whose boobies are growing the most, and who is getting hair on their pussies.” She gave Cathy a bashful grin. “I only have a little hair down there, but when it comes in for real, I’ll prob’ly shave it off, like my mom does. Anyhow, once we’re all naked, that’s when the making out really gets started.”

“Wow,” an awed Cathy whispered. “That… that sounds pretty wild.” She’d felt herself getting warm and tingly as Lisette gleefully described the lewd carryings-on she indulged in with her girlfriends.

“Oh, it is!” grinned Lisette, eyes sparkling. “One time, like at the third party or so, someone brought over sexy magazines with lesbians in them… we got all kinds of great ideas from reading those.”

“But, um… what kind of things do lesbians do together? I — I’m not really sure I know…”

“It’s awesome!” exclaimed Lisette. “First, we take turns kissing — with our tongues and everything! We touch each other’s titties, and take turns sucking each other’s nipples, too. Sometimes we even rub our pussies together.. but the best thing of all is licking another girl’s pussy, or getting yours licked. Oh, and one time, we were playing Truth or Dare at Ginny Ziegler’s place — you know Ginny’s big sister? I forget her name.”

“No,” Cathy replied, “I don’t know Ginny that well.”

“You will if you come to a make-out party… she’s wicked sexy! Anyhow, her big sister was there, and she hung out with us, even though she’s in high school. Cool, huh?”

“I… I guess.”

“Well, she took all her clothes off, too, and made out with us some. But what she really liked was girls’ bottoms, so she got all of us on our hands and knees — and licked our buttholes!” She burst into giggles. “Oh my God, that was totally amazing…”

Cathy sat enthralled by Lisette’s remembrances of sex with other girls, squeezing her thighs together as she felt a growing warmth in her panties. She gazed longingly at Lisette, wondering what it would be like to be kissed by her.

Sensing the girl’s obvious fascination, Lisette moved in for the seduction she’d had in mind all along. “So, Catherine,” she cooed, “what do you think? Does that sound like a party you’d like to come to?”

Cathy cautiously smiled, shifting in her seat as she pondered the mysteries of lesbian love. Fascinated and curious as she was to be introduced to this tantalizing new world, she still felt a little apprehensive. Finally, she hesitantly replied. “Uh… it sure seems like fun…”

Lisette sensed her guest’s nervousness, but could also tell that Cathy was open to learning about making love to a girl. She just needed a gentle nudge in the right direction…

“Y’know, I just started growing boobies,” Lisette declared. “Wanna see ’em?”

Cathy’s eyes dropped to the twelve-year-old’s chest. Moistening her lips, she slowly nodded. “S-sure.”

Lisette smiled. “I’m not gonna flash them at you, though… if you want a look, you’ve gotta pull my top up yourself.” Cathy hesitated, and Lisette raised the stakes. “C’mon, I dare ya!”

Despite her shyness, Cathy couldn’t pass on a dare. Reaching out for the hem of her friend’s turtleneck sweater, she tugged it up high enough to expose Lisette’s budding breasts. She stared at them, feeling a sudden urge to extend her hand and touch one.

“Oh… hi, Mom!” Lisette exclaimed, as her mother Yvonne entered the room at just the right moment to catch Cathy checking out her daughter’s titties.

“Bonjour, girls,” Yvonne calmly replied. “Dinner will be ready in about an hour.”

Cathy stood rooted to the spot, frozen in place and beet-red with embarrassment. The bottom of Lisette’s top was still clutched in both her hands, her friend’s chest completely bared.

“We’re just fooling around a little, Mommy,” Lisette giggled, “I wanted Cathy to see my boobies!”

“So I noticed!” Lisette’s mother chuckled, sitting down to enjoy the proceedings. She was a long-time lesbian herself, with her daughter the product of her one heterosexual dalliance. And she took enormous pleasure in Lisette’s choice to follow in her footsteps, especially at such an early age.

Cathy was taken aback at Ms. Jausserand’s calm response to what they’d been doing — and that she was still in the room with them! At least she isn’t mad, Cathy told herself, finally managing to release Lisette’s top and take a step away..

Lisette loved the interest that her mom took in her young girlfriends, and decided then and there to put on a show for Yvonne’s amusement. She pulled her sweater up and off, carelessly tossing it on the floor, then reached over to give Cathy’s skirt a playful tug..

“Hey, what are you doing?” Cathy exclaimed, startled..

“Showing Mommy what a sexy girl you are!” Lisette squealed as she gave Cathy’s skirt a sharp yank, pulling it down to below her little friend’s thighs. The girl wore transparent white tights with pink and white panties underneath.

“Oooh, look at Cathy’s cute underpants!” Lisette teased as she and Cathy played tug-of-war with the young girl’s skirt.

“Hey, give it back!” a horrified Cathy cried out as Lisette won the contest, snatching her skirt away.

Yvonne could see that Cathy was becoming upset. Deciding that her daughter was taking the seduction of her young friend a bit too quickly, she elected to intervene on Cathy’s behalf — but without putting the brakes on her little girl’s fun.

“Now, Lisette,” she sternly admonished, “that’s no way to treat your guest, and certainly no way to behave toward a young lady!” She folded her arms, gazing sternly at her daughter. “Apologize to Cathy.”

“I’m sorry, Cathy,” Lisette mumbled. She wore an appropriately contrite look on her face, but a twinkle in the preteen’s eyes let Yvonne know that Lisette was wise to the game she was playing. After all, mother and daughter had used the same gambit with other young girls…

“Oh, it’s okay, Ms. Jausserand,” Cathy mumbled, peering bashfully at the attractive mother. “She just caught me by surprise.”

Yvonne smiled at her daughter’s luscious little friend. “You’ll have to excuse Lisette,” she sighed, “she’s a naughty girl and gets carried away sometimes.” She pretended to get an idea. “Tell you what, Cathy… why don’t you take Lisette’s pants off? That’s only fair.”

Liking this idea, Cathy wheeled on her friend, thrilled by the startled, huge-eyed expression on her friend’s face. “My turn!” she cried, grabbing at Lisette’s wrists.

Giggling, Lisette turned to flee, only to laugh even louder when Cathy grabbed the waistband of her bright red pants. “No, no, no!” she shrieked. “Not yet — not yet, okay?”

Puzzled, Cathy paused in mid-tug. “Not yet?” she frowned. “How come? You got to take my skirt off!”

Seizing her chance, Lisette pulled free — dancing away from the girl she wanted as more than a friend. Way more, she told herself, checking out Cathy’s cute panties, now clear as day through the white tights the girl wore.

“I don’t want you to take my pants off,” Lisette declared, “cause I want to undress for you myself! I know how to do it really sexy, and I get completely bare naked, too — don’t you want to see that?”

Cathy thought about it just long enough to realize that yes, she did want to see Lisette naked. In fact, she wanted it a lot. Does that make me a lesbian? she wondered. Then she decided that it didn’t matter. It’s just a word.

“Okay, I guess,” Cathy replied, trying to sound more indifferent than she genuinely felt. In fact, she was very excited.

It was weird, though, having her friend’s mom hanging around while they were half naked — and now Lisette had just promised to take all her clothes off! Didn’t Ms. Jausserand even care? Cathy stole a quick glance at the older woman, only to see her smiling.

“Good,” Lisette purred, standing bare-breasted before Cathy. “But if I’m gonna do my special sexy dance for you, then you gotta let me do something first.”

“What’s that?” asked Cathy, sneaking another hasty peek at Lisette’s mother, who definitely seemed to be enjoying herself.

“Let me take your top off!” she giggled, reaching out to grab the sleeve of the cute red and black garment that Cathy wore. “Since you get to see my titties, I ought to see yours!”

Heart racing, Cathy stared at the older girl, uncertain whether to let Lisette have her way or not. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having more of her clothes removed, especially in front of Ms. Jausserand. But if I don’t, she told herself, she’ll think I’m too scared to play with the big girls.

“C’mon, don’t be shy!” Lisette coaxed. “It’ll be lots of fun — you’ll see!”

“Oh… okay,” Cathy nervously replied, lifting both her arms so that Lisette could pull her top up.

Lisette gave her mom a knowing smile as she bared her younger friend’s upper half, exposing the newly blossoming buds that adorned Cathy’s chest. Yvonne smiled back. After all, this wasn’t the first time her daughter had brought home another girl for their mutual enjoyment!

Carelessly dropping Cathy’s top on the sofa, Lisette gazed appreciatively at the ten-year-old girl. “Oooooh… look, Mom!” she exclaimed, “Cathy’s growing boobies!”

Cathy blushed hotly as the older woman admired her. “Ah, yes, I see!” Yvonne smiled. “Don’t be shy, ma cherie — you are a lovely young woman.”

Lisette turned to her mother. “You gotta take your top off too, Mom, if you want to stay and play with us, don’t you think?”

“Makes sense to me, honey,” Yvonne replied, then began to unbutton her blouse.

Cathy’s mouth hung slack, her heart throbbing as she watched Lisette’s beautiful mother slip out of her top, then shrug out of her blue silk bra. Then, while she was distracted by the sight of Ms. Jausserand’s small yet gorgeous breasts, Lisette suddenly began to playfully pull at her little friend’s white tights.

“I bet you fool around with all your girlfriends, now that you’re so sexy and started growing boobies!” Lisette teased.

“N-no, I don’t!” Cathy indignantly replied, her cheeks burning.

“Well… maybe it’s time you started!” Lisette chirped as she helped Cathy slip out of her tights. This time, Cathy didn’t hesitate, lifting her feet to assist. Her shyness was fast disappearing, replaced by the urge to throw herself wholeheartedly into the game — whatever it was.

“What do you think, Mom? Should we show Cathy how much fun it is to make love?” Lisette cooed.

“Yes, ma cherie,” Yvonne replied, “but only if she really wants us to.” The older woman then gave Cathy a reassuring smile as she unhooked and removed her skirt, revealing tiny panties, the same shade of blue as her bra.

Lisette turned back to Cathy, a dreamy expression on her face. “How ’bout it? Wanna make love with Mom and me?”

Cathy had imagined herself making love before, but never could have anticipated that her first time would be with another girl and her mother! Excited though she was, Cathy was hesitant to take the plunge — but as Lisette caressed her budding breasts, pausing to gently pinch the pert nipples, she was soon persuaded.

“Yeah, sure!” Cathy agreed, a warm, tingly sensation intensifying between her legs as she felt Lisette’s hands wander down to fondle her bottom. She watched in awe as Ms. Jausserand slipped out of her panties, her eyes drawn to the neatly trimmed pubic triangle that adorned the older woman’s vulva.

Now completely nude, Lisette’s mom padded over to her daughter, moving behind the girl. “Let me help you with these, angel.” Reaching around Lisette’s waist, Yvonne popped the top button of the twelve-year-old’s bright red pants, slowly tugged the zipper down, then drew the pants down to her little girl’s ankles, revealing cute tan knickers.

As Lisette stepped out, she reached over to grasp the waistband of Cathy’s pink and white underpants, grinning at her new friend as she gave them a tiny tug downward.

“So… are we g-gonna take off all our clothes?” Cathy stammered as Lisette gave her panties a second tug, this time pulling them down to just past her bottom.

“Of course we are, silly!” Lisette giggled. “You can’t make love unless you’re totally bare-butt naked!” With that, she went down on both knees, pulling the cotton panties down to ring Cathy’s ankles. Staring hungrily at Cathy’s perky little ass, Lisette drew closer — placing a tender kiss upon one pale cheek, then the other.

“Oooh, that tickles!” Cathy squealed, a delicious shudder passing through her body. But soon she began to sigh with pleasure as Lisette’s kisses became slower, deeper, more sensual; the sixth-grader’s lips like warm silk against her bottom.

Now Yvonne drew nearer, her eyes warm with desire as she studied the nude little girl, mouth watering at the sight of her smooth slit. “You are exquisite,” she murmured, placing a hand on Cathy’s shoulder. “May I play with you too, sweetheart?”

Cathy was trembling visibly, her heart racing. “Y-yes, please,” she gasped.

Kneeling before the young girl, Yvonne bent to lick at a hard little nipple, then took the pink nubbin between her lips.

With an astonished whimper, Cathy took Yvonne’s head in her arms, cradling the woman to her chest. Was this a make-out party? If so, it was even nicer that she could have imagined! Lisette was bathing her bottom in hot, open-mouthed kisses, while Ms. Jausserand sucked and licked her nipples. “Oh, gosh,” she breathed. “Oh, gosh.”

Breaking away from the child’s barely-there breasts with a tiny smack, Yvonne rose to her feet. “Come, now, pretty Cathy,” she purred, caressing her cheek. “Lie down on the sofa. We’re going to make love to you.”

Cathy felt a surge of excitement at those words. Make love? What the heck were they doing to me just now, then? But she said nothing, just gave a shy nod and moved toward the couch.

“Wait, Mom!” interrupted Lisette, leaping to her feet. “First, I wanna kiss her!”

Suddenly Cathy was enfolded in her friend’s soft arms, their bodies pressed snugly together. Lisette’s eyes seemed to peer into her very soul. “I love you, Cathy,” the girl whispered. “We’re gonna have such a good time, you’ll see!” Then Lisette’s mouth was on hers in a deep, lingering kiss.

Cathy could actually feel her sex growing moist as Lisette’s warm, wet tongue probed between her parted lips, and she responded without hesitation. As the two girls’ tongues mingled, Yvonne gently caressed their beautiful young bodies.

Finally, Lisette broke away, turning to her mother with a grin. “Okay, Mom… she’s all yours. For right now, anyway!”

“Mmmm, what a good little girl I have, sharing with her mother,” Yvonne cooed. “But first, honey… why don’t you give me one of those yummy kisses?”

Though she knew it was rude, Cathy couldn’t keep from staring in astonishment as mother and daughter came together in a clinging embrace. They were really kissing, too — tongues darting back and forth. Lisette was fondling her mom’s bare bottom with both hands.

Cathy had never conceived of such an idea — never knew such a thing was possible. Sex with your mom? That’s so crazy! But kinda hot, too…

“Surprised?” Lisette giggled, turning to Cathy, still hugging her mother. “Mom was my very first lover. We share everything — even our girlfriends!”

“All right, Lisette,” Yvonne chuckled, releasing her daughter. “I think we’ve shocked poor Cathy enough for one day.” Reaching out to encircle the ten-year-old’s elbow with her long, elegant fingers, she gave Cathy a reassuring smile. “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.”

Dazed, Cathy allowed Ms. Jausserand to lead her to the couch, then lay her down, gently parting the girl’s thighs before lying between them.

“Yeah, Mom — get her pussy nice and juicy for me!” Lisette urged. She hungrily licked her lips, eyes dancing with anticipation as her mother gently parted the moist petals of Cathy’s flower.

Cathy was quivering inside, staring in disbelief at Ms. Jausserand. Omigod, is she really going to…

A choked cry escaped the child’s throat as Yvonne gave Cathy’s pink cleft a long, slow lick with the flat of her tongue. Then another. Once more — then the woman pressed her lips to Cathy’s pudenda, pleasuring her new lover with an eager mouth.

Cathy moaned, every fiber of her being alive with dizzying sensations. Nothing she’d ever experienced in her first decade of life had been this intense, this marvelous. Closing her eyes, the little girl surrendered to the moment.

Then she felt a light tap on her shoulder and, startled, turned to peer up at Lisette. “Watch me while Mom licks you!” her friend said. “I’m gonna take my panties off for you — all sexy, like I said I would.”

Moistening her lips, Cathy gave Lisette a shaky nod. “Okay.”

Lisette began to undulate, moving her slender body as if to some unheard music. Lewdly grinding her hips, the twelve-year-old cupped her slight breasts, cooing happily while teasing her nipples. She spun around, then bent over, thrusting her bottom out and shaking it.

Cathy watched, enthralled, while feeling something she never had until today: sexual desire for another girl. She wanted Lisette in her arms again; longed to kiss her, touch her naked body.

A sharp shock of pleasure pulsed through Cathy as Ms. Jausserand’s tongue grazed that tiny point on her pussy, the place that felt especially nice when she touched it — though never as nice as this!

Cathy’s eyes were glued to the front of Lisette’s underpants as the girl clutched her inner thighs, spreading both legs wide apart. She ached to see the treasure concealed inside those panties. I wanna touch her there, she realized. Kiss her there. And lick her, too. I love her, I love Lisette!

Turning around to show off her cute little butt again, Lisette grasped her panties at the bottom and began to slowly, slowly draw them down.

Yvonne lay sprawled on her belly between Cathy’s legs, French kissing the child’s slit as if it were a lover’s mouth. The girl was surprisingly juicy for one so young, and the sexy 35-year-old mother savored every drop of her nectar.

Hands covering her nipples, palming them, Cathy watched as Lisette’s bottom came into view, inch by inch. I’m a lesbian, she told herself. I am, I’m so totally a lesbian! The heat beneath her tummy was rising, stealing her breath, stoked by Ms. Jausserand’s wonderful mouth and tongue.

Now Lisette was pushing her underpants down to the floor and stepping free of them, hands on hips, proudly displaying her flawless rump as she glanced back over her shoulder at Cathy. “Like my butt?”

Surprising herself, Cathy gasped, “Yeah! It’s — it’s really pretty… c-can I kiss it?”

“Ooooohh, yeah!” Lisette squealed. “Sure you can!” Moving closer, she bent over, presenting her bottom to the panting fourth-grader.

Cathy’s head swam as she reached out to touch the firm yet incredibly soft globes, trailing her fingertips across the pale skin. Lifting her head, she placed a light kiss upon the left cheek, breathing in Lisette’s scent and liking it. Parting her lips, she kissed the opposite cheek, letting her mouth linger.

“Oh, Cathy,” sighed Lisette, “that feels nice…”

Emboldened by newly-discovered lust, Cathy grew more aggressive, nuzzling and licking the tender flesh — already wanting to use her mouth on Lisette’s pussy. She was on the verge of asking her friend to turn around so she could do just that when Ms. Jausserand, still lying between Cathy’s legs, did something down there that made the ten-year-old throw her head back and cry, “Oh!”

Lisette whirled around, alarmed. “Mom! You’re not gonna make Cathy come, are you?”

Raising her head from Cathy’s vulva, Yvonne gave her daughter a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that, hon,” she murmured, licking her glistening lips, “I got carried away.” Her gaze shifted to a puzzled Cathy, who was now propping herself up on both elbows. “You see, Lisette wanted to be the first to… get you off.”

Yvonne rose to her feet, stretching lazily, and Lisette quickly took her place between Cathy’s soft, supple thighs, grinning wickedly at the ten-year-old. “Have you ever come before, Cathy?”

Having perused her mom’s issues of Cosmopolitan a few times, Cathy knew what “coming” was, but wasn’t certain what it felt like. “Um… I’m not sure,” she admitted, embarrassed.

“You haven’t, then!” Lisette giggled. “Just wait — I’m gonna do it to you, an’ you’re gonna think you went to heaven!” With that, she dipped down to take a lick.

Cathy lay back, staring sightlessly at a crack in the ceiling as Lisette sucked, lapped and nibbled at her pussy. She was far more aggressive a lover than Ms. Jausserand had been. Once again, Cathy felt the pleasure rising inside, only faster this time.

The sofa was a bulky sectional, large enough that Yvonne was able to stretch out next to Cathy. Placing a hand upon the young girl’s chest, Yvonne whispered into her ear. “Precious child, you are absolutely perfect, so beautiful. Let my daughter make love to you, let her kiss that sweet, sweet pussy of yours. Doesn’t her mouth feel good? I know it does, because she’s licked me there too, you know, many times…”

“Ohhhhhh, oh gosh yes, it d-does feel good, Ms. Jausserand… mmm, s-something’s happening, I’m, I’m, I’m….”

“That’s it, baby girl — come for me and Lisette.” Yvonne’s fingers were gently plucking at Cathy’s nipples. “Let my daughter taste your sweetness… oh yes, you’re a good girl, such a good little girl…”

As Yvonne’s words trailed off, Cathy exploded in her first ever orgasm, her childish body shuddering in rapture as Lisette lovingly nursed on her clitoris. Her ecstasy seemed to keep building, too — growing in intensity until her moan rose into a shriek.

Cathy lay spent upon the sofa in a blissful haze, feeling as if she was floating in space. Her eyes lazily drifted open, then widened at the sight of Lisette and Ms. Jausserand sharing a passionate kiss. She slowly sat up, watching mother and daughter embrace.

Breaking away abruptly when she spied Cathy, Lisette raced over to her new friend. “Wasn’t that great?” she squealed. “Now, let’s all go upstairs to Mom’s room and have some more fun! She’s got a huge bed — room for all kinds of sexy stuff!”

“Okay,” replied Cathy, nodding joyously.

The naked little girl rose, took Lisette’s hand and followed her lovers up the stairs, eager to explore her new lesbian identity.

The End

*****

An original, much shorter version of this story was written by Rboy, who posted it at the old forum before the Man shut it down. He and I had already worked together on one story, and he was most enthused about my tackling this one. I added quite a bit to the text before placing it at the new forum under both our names. Later, I  completely rewrote and expanded it even more to post at Lesbian Lolita. By then, Rboy had moved on to pastures new, and did not reply when I wrote to ask if he wanted a shared credit, so I thought it best to post the final version under my name with fervent thanks to him for the inspiration. Merci beaucoup, Rboy! Love to see you drop in sometime…

By JetBoy

Sunday 16th January, 1966

Today was the most amazing day!

First Mommy woke me up to tell me we are going out. But she wouldnt say where, just that it was special. I got up and washed, all excited, thinking about all the suprises I have had since my birthday. I put on a pretty dress and Mommy told me I look beautiful. Then we got in the car and left.

We went to the park first. Mommy stopped the car and we got out and walked around, and she began to talk to me about sex, that I was old enough to know. I was sort of embarased, but I wanted to be a big girl, so I tried to be serious while she told me grown up things.

She told me the big feeling I had when I touched my pussy for her was a orgasm, though she said that people mostly called it coming. You came, she said. Thats the name for it.

She talked all about how babies are made and how our pussys work, about men and their body parts and why girls get wet between our legs, and some other words to use for our private parts like vagina and slit. I found out that the little button at the top that makes the big feelings happen when you touch it is called a clitoris. I think thats how she spelled it, though she also told me that mostly women just say clit.

Then she told me about how a man and woman do sex. I have sort of heard about that stuff before, but not from a grown up. I felt my face get hot as I thought of a boy’s thing going inside me down there, all slippery and hard. I would never let any of the boys I knew do anything like that to me though. I thought of Mommy doing it with Daddy and it made me laugh.

Mommy told me that sex wasnt just for making babies, it felt nice too. Then she told me, women can have sex with each other! I didnt see how that could work, but she told me that women use their fingers and mouths to make each other feel good. Then she told me making love to women is nicer than with men cause they know each others bodies better. I liked that idea more, since boys are really mean and stupid compared to girls. But I didnt tell Mommy that.

We finished walking round the park by then, so Mommy said, Lets go for a drive.

It felt funny, knowing all about sex now. I kept looking at all the people we passed, imagining them without clothes and doing it with each other, the men’s things all hard and long. I tried to imagine it and couldnt really. So I asked Mommy what a penis looked like. The only one I ever saw before was my baby cousin Ben, and it was really little.

She tried to explain how a man’s penis was different from that, but it just sounded funny the way she told it and I started to giggle. We were both laughing hard, then I saw we were at Aunt Evie’s place.

I wondered why we came to see Aunt Evie, but Mommy just told me to wait and see. Then she kissed me. I felt all excited down in my tummy when her tongue went into my mouth again. I LOVE when she kisses me like that!!

Then we got out and Mommy held my hand when we went up to the door and rang the bell. Then the door opened and there was Aunt Evie, giving me and Mommy a big smile!

I guess I should say more about Aunt Evie. She and Mommy are best friends just as much as sisters, and they spend lots of time together when Aunt Evie isnt traveling. Which she likes to do, a lot. Her face looks like Mommy’s does, but her body is more thin and she has bright blond hair like me, only short. Aunt Evie is one of the prettiest ladies I know, and really nice too.

When we were inside, she kneeled down and held my face in her hands. Then she kissed me on the lips the same way like Mommy, with her tongue going in my mouth. It felt so strange, but exciting too! My face was all hot when she was done.

Then Aunt Evie looked up at Mommy. She said, Have you told her yet?

Mommy said, No, but she’s ready to find out.

I just stood there like a big dummy, not knowing what they were talking about. They both smiled down at me like they had some big secret. Then Aunt Evie said, Lets all go up stairs.

We followed Aunt Evie to her bedroom. I have never been in there before. The bed was really big. There was a big wardrobe with mirrors on its doors and a dresser by the window.

Mommy took my hand and sat me on a stool in front of the dresser and told me to sit quietly and watch. I didnt know what was going to happen, but I could see there was something big and important going on, the way they looked at each other and at me.

You wont believe what happened then! Mommy started to take her clothes off, all of them! It was so neat, watching her slide out of her skirt and blouse, then let her big breasts out of her bra. She didnt care that I was looking at her cause it wasnt only me, Aunt Evie was looking too.

Then when she was totaly naked, Mommy got onto the bed and lay down with her legs open wide. I know its rude to do but I couldnt help but stare at her pussy, it was so pretty. The sides and top were all covered in this lovely brown curly hair, and where it opened was all shiny and pink.

What do you think of your Mommy’s pussy? Aunt Evie asked me.

I whispered it was beautiful. My face got all hot when they laughed, but Mommy looked happy. When she saw me look at her pussy, she moved her legs even more wide apart. I was so excited that she was showing off her body to me. My own pussy was tingling, a lot.

Then Aunt Evie began taking off HER clothes! I must have looked funny with my mouth hanging open when she took off her skirt, then her top. She didnt wear a bra, I guess cause her titties are smaller than Mommy’s. Although they were just as pretty. She slid her panties down and I got a good look at her pussy too. She had less hair down there than Mommy does.

I wondered if they would ask me to take my clothes off next. They didnt, but what they did then was a even bigger suprise. Aunt Evie got onto the bed and crawled right over Mommy, layed down on top of her and they kissed. Not just a little bit — they REALLY kissed, their mouths and tongues moving together. Mommy’s hands went around Aunt Evie’s back, then slid down to her bottom and started squeezing it.

I was warm all over. I had to press my hand to my pussy cause it felt so funny down there. I didnt know if that was all right for me to do, but watching Mommy and Aunt Evie all naked and kissing made me have to touch myself.

They were still kissing when Mommy moved her legs open and Aunt Evie got between them, sort of pushing into her. Mommy’s hands were on Aunt Evie’s bottom and she was squeezing it.

Like when Mommy watched me yesterday, the feelings in my pussy were building up and getting strong. Mommy and Aunt Evie were breathing hard and making sort of crying sounds when they rubbed together. I was pushing my fingers into the front of my panties hard as I could, and it felt so good it made me dizzy.

Aunt Evie was rubbing her pussy against Mommy’s while they kissed, and Mommy had her legs around Aunt Evie’s behind.

Then Mommy cried out, her head going back. I knew what that meant! I couldnt believe I was getting to watch her come, just like she saw me do it. And then Aunt Evie gave a little scream, and she was coming too just like Mommy.

It was so exciting that I thought I was going to explode! And then this super feeling happened to my pussy, down deep inside like it did when I touched myself yesterday. I tried to keep looking at what was hapening on the bed, but the feelings were so big I had to close my eyes. I came, I told myself.

When I opened my eyes, Mommy and Aunt Evie were lying in a hug, smiling at each other and kissing. Then they looked at me and held their arms out, and I climbed in bed with them and they snuggled with me. It felt so nice to be lying between my Mommy and Aunt, both of them naked while I still had clothes on.

Mommy told me what I saw was a big big secret, and if I didnt tell anyone then they might let me do that with them sometime. I just blushed and giggled, but I really wanted to!

We cuddled for a while, and then it got to be time to go home. I wanted to watch them do it again but I didnt think I should ask. I liked when I saw them get dressed.

I cant stop thinking about what Mommy and Aunt Evie were doing. Are they girlfriends? That seems funny somehow for two sisters to be like that. I have to ask Mommy about it.

Wow, it’s late! I have to stop now before Mommy or Daddy sees my light is still on.

*****

Monday 17th January, 1966

I saw Claire today, so I asked if tomorrow was good for me to go to her house and play. She was super excited that was coming over, and so am I cause she’s so sweet and pretty. I cant wait!

This morning while Mommy and I were at breakfast, I asked her about how she and Aunt Evie got started doing the things I saw them do. She told me all about it, and I wanted to write the story down while I still remember. This is what she told me.

It happened back when Aunt Evie was 14 and Mommy was 17. Of course she wasnt my mother yet, just a girl named Sophie. So thats what I will call her when I write the story down here.

One night Evie asked Sophie if she ever got kissed by a boy before, and she said no. Mommy told me things were different when she was a girl and you had to be way more grown up before you could kiss.

Evie had a idea, that they should both practice kissing on one another so they would be good at it for when they went out with boys.

First Sophie thought the idea was crazy and didnt want to. But Evie begged her pretty please, so she finaly said she would.

They sat on Evie’s bed. Both of them were feeling shy. Mommy said that they began slow, just letting their lips touch. Then Evie started kissing her more like lovers do it, pressing her mouth into Sophie’s.

They did that for awhile, then Evie said that she wanted to try REAL kissing. Mommy told me she was afraid, but something she felt inside made her want to do it anyhow.

Mommy’s eyes got all dreamy when she told how Evie held her face between both hands and whispered, I love you Sophie. Then she leaned in and kissed her all soft like before, but this time she let her tongue go in her big sister’s mouth.

I got warm between my legs when Mommy said how wonderful that kiss was. She told me it was the nicest feeling she ever had, and it made her want to kiss Evie back the same way. So she did, and she even put her arms around Evie’s back and hugged her close.

They kissed for a long time, and decided they liked it a lot. So after that, Sophie and Evie would sneak off when they could and practice some more. Mommy said they were both playing a game and pretending like they wanted to get better and better at kissing for when Grandma and Granddaddy let them date boys. But she told me that it was really cause she and Evie liked kissing each other a lot, and they just made it be all about boys so they wouldnt feel like they were being bad.

Then a few weeks later, she and Evie had to share her bedroom cause a pipe busted in the bath and Evie’s room was full of water. So when bedtime came they took off their clothes and got into bed together wearing nighties and underpants.

The lights were out and Sophie was just starting to go to sleep when Evie asked if she wanted to practice kissing.

Mommy told me that whenever she and Evie kissed before they always had clothes on. Mostly they did it behind Granddaddy’s shed, where I used to play sometimes when he was still alive.

But now they were in a nice warm bed and not wearing much. That made it different.

They hugged each other for a little bit first, getting warm and cozy, then they started to kiss. Well, Sophie and Evie figured out pretty fast that kissing like this was lots nicer than how they mostly did it.

Then Evie said they should both take off their nighties and underpants and hug without anything on, cause she bet it would feel even better. Sophie felt kind of afraid, but she wanted to anyhow. So they got out of bed and took everything off, then crawled back under the covers.

Mommy told me that when they kissed this time, it was like magic!

She and Evie both loved how it felt to be naked and cuddling each other. That was when they got sort of wild and rubbed their bodies together, like when I watched on Sunday. Then Evie slid her leg between Sophie’s and pushed it against her pussy, and that’s when Mommy figured out that she and her sister were making love.

She told me how she knew right away that this was something she and Evie should NOT be doing, but she didnt even care. Mommy said, thats when I knew how much I loved my little sister. I felt all shivery inside, seeing Mommy as she said those words.

Anyhow, Sophie started rubbing Evie’s pussy with HER leg, both of them still kissing with tongues, and Evie moved her hands down her big sister’s back and started to touch her bottom. She was holding it while they were moving their bodies together and it felt so good that Sophie came, right then!

Mommy had made herself come with her fingers before but had never had someone else do it for her, and making love with Evie was lots better than when she touched her pussy. (There’s a word Mommy told me  that means to touch yourself down there, but I have to get her to tell me it again cause I forgot.)

So while Sophie was coming she kept pushing her leg against Evie’s pussy, so her little sister could get that great feeling too. And soon Evie did. After that Sophie held her close.

They didn’t talk about what had just happened after it was over. Instead, they both said I love you, then fell asleep.

Mommy said that after that night she and Evie made love whenever they could.

I wish I had a sister, so I could do things like that with her.

*****

Tuesday 18th January, 1966

Mommy woke me up early this morning. She did it with kisses that began on my face and moved down to my neck and shoulders. Then she took my nightie and pulled it over my head, so all I had on was panties. Then she took those off, too! I was suprised, but tried not to let her see.

She kissed me on the mouth then. With her tongue, the way I like. Then she was kissing down my neck and it felt really, REALLY good. All of a sudden her mouth was on my nipple sucking it. That was even better!

That was when I felt her hand moving my legs apart. Somehow I knew that Mommy was going to touch me between them. I was a little scared but excited too. So, so excited! My pussy was open for her and real wet.

Mommy came close to kiss me again and I opened my mouth, wanting her tongue. Then I was kissing her back the same way, my tongue going into HER mouth. I didnt even think about doing that, it just kind of happened! She made a sound that told me that she liked it. Our tongues were playing together, and it felt so nice.

Then Mommy’s fingers were doing things to my pussy, and I had a BIG explosion down there right when she touched me! I held her tight while it happened, and her arm was around me when I came.

She smiled at me when it was over, kissed me and told me she loved me before she left. I lay back and rested, but only for a little while cause I had to wash and get dressed before the school bus came.

At school today Claire always seemed to be close by. She and I are good friends now, which makes me feel special.

Claire held my hand when we walked home together, and I smiled cause it made me think about Mommy and her sister, and if they held hands like that when they were little. That made me wonder if Claire liked to do stuff with other girls the same way as they did. I kept thinking about that as we skipped to where she lived. Her home is on Chestnut Street, a big beautiful house made of red bricks.

No one else was home, so Claire took me to her room to show me her toys and things. Her room was a lot bigger than mine, and she had this play place in there with all kinds of dolls and toys, and records and a player. She put a record on and we danced for a little bit, but the music got slow so we stopped and sat down together.

Then Claire asked if I was wearing my pretty underwear. I felt funny, getting on my knees in front of her and lifting my skirt so she could see my pink panties. I held still for her so she could feel them. I got a shiver when her fingers touched me near my pussy. I was getting that feeling down there again!

What about you? I asked Claire.

I sat back down while she got up on her knees. Then she was smiling at me as she let me see her pretty panties. They were yellow, with little blue flowers. I reached out like she did to me and touched them. She was all warm underneath.

Have you got hair down there yet? she asked me. Her eyes were excited.

I nodded, feeling my face get hot.

Claire said that she did too, and she pulled the front of her panties down and showed me her pussy! It was kind of like mine, but different too. Her hair was lighter. I wanted to feel how soft it was.

You can touch it if you want, she said like she knew what I was thinking.

I reached out to touch her with my fingers and felt her pussy. She closed her eyes and made a sound like our cat does when he’s happy. I could tell she liked it.

That makes me feel nice, she said. Then she got all shy and looked down at the floor and asked if she could do it to me.

I got back on my knees and lifted up my skirt. Before I could do more she was already there in front of me, pulling my panties down until she could see everything. Then her fingers were on me, rubbing my pussy.

Do you like that? she asked. I nodded and she giggled and touched me some more. It felt SO good!

She said, Lets do it together.

I said OK, but that I bet it would be even better if we took off our panties first.

She liked that idea. We stood and took our panties right off then sat on the bed together with our skirts pulled up. Then she put her hand between my legs and I put mine between hers.

She told me to do what she did, her voice all shivery like she was cold. Then her finger was going up and down on my pussy.

My heart was beating fast and I felt hardly like I could breathe, but I wasnt about to stop! I was moving my finger like she was, then I found where her pussy opened up and pushed my finger into her.

Claire said, Oh, Susie! like she was suprised. I guess she was, really. She started to feel around for the opening to my pussy, and then her finger was moving in me too.

We did that for a little while, but I wanted to make her come so I looked for her clit with my fingers. Claire didnt want me to stop what I was already doing. But then I found her little bump, and her eyes went WIDE open. Oh my gosh! she said. I guess she didnt know about that part of her pussy.

Then she was touching my clit, and it got pretty wild then. We rubbed each other more and more until we were coming at the same time. Claire and I were laying back on the bed and looking at each other and we were breathing hard, whispering to each other about how good it was.

Then it was over. My hand was on Claire’s pussy and she was touching my leg. Her fingers were wet, and it was so exciting to think that it was me that made them that way. We were quiet but it was a happy kind of quiet, like after you listen to a pretty song and dont want to say anything.

That was when we heard the door downstairs open and Claire’s mother called out. We jumped up fast and put our panties back on, and when Mrs. Prost came in the room we were looking through Claire’s records.

Mrs. Prost said I could stay for supper but I hadnt thought about that before, to ask Mommy if I could. I knew she was expecting me to be home. So I told her, Thank you, but maybe some other night. She smiled and said I had very good manners.

I got my satchel and Claire walked with me to the front door. When I said goodbye to her, she gave me a look that made me feel warm all over and said she had a great time.

It was SO exciting doing sexy things and nearly getting caught, but I wish I could have had more time to play games with Claire. I wanted to try kissing her.

Maybe next time?

Continue on to Chapter 3

By JetBoy

For the purpose of this story, my name is Susan Burroughs. In fact, all the names in this text have been changed. I am sixty-two years old and live in Fremont. California, with my partner Elaine (again, not her actual name).

I have been a lesbian for my entire adult life, and for nearly all of my teenage years as well. The story you are about to read is compiled from the diary I kept from my thirteenth birthday onward; it tells of how I first became a lover of women.

I’ve removed the portions of my diary entries that have nothing to do with the main plot line — what I ate for lunch that day, TV shows I watched, records I bought, the everyday drama of junior high school. For awhile, I was fairly excessive about documenting my day-to-day life, and much of it will have little to no interest to someone who wasn’t there at the time.

On the other hand, after considerable thought on the matter, I’ve chosen to leave in the various errors I made in spelling, grammar and sentence construction, and hope that you will not find them too much of a distraction. I was only thirteen, after all!

I’ve never shared these pages with anyone but a few of my lovers. Many thanks to Cheryl, Naughty Mommy, and JetBoy for assisting me in finally making them public.

*****

Tuesday 4th January, 1966

Hello, new diary! First, I guess I should write a little about me. My name is Susie Burroughs, and I live in Spencer, Nebraska with my mommy and daddy, no brothers or sisters. I’ve got brown eyes and real long blond hair. I’m in seventh grade. I love horses, roller skating, pizza (YUM!) comic books and Bugs Bunny cartoons.

But most important of all, I’m officialy 13 today. Yay!!

It was a really great day. We had cake with ice cream on top after supper. Mommy got me the Herman’s Hermits album I wanted, some books and a pretty new blue dress. Daddy gave me a brand new bike, with a wicker basket and a little horn and everything! Grandma sent a card with money inside. I want to use some of it to buy these neat stickers I saw at the Hobby Hut to put on my new bike.

But the very best part was when Aunt Evie came by! She just got back from her trip to France. Mommy didnt tell me she was home just so she could suprise me for my birthday. I felt so happy to see her that I was jumping all around the living room! She brought me a pretty sweater from Paris.

We all had a real good time, and I got to stay up a hour later which I get to do EVERY night now, cause Daddy promised I could when I turned 13.

Before she left Aunt Evie came to my room. I was in bed and about to turn out the light, and she knocked on the door to say that she had another present for me. It was this diary, which has a lock on the front. She told me I should write all my sexy girl things in it. When she said that, she tickled me under my arms a little bit and made me giggle.

I hoped Aunt Evie would tell me more about sexy girl things cause I don’t know a lot about them. But she didnt, she just smiled at me and gave me a big hug and said Good night, birthday girl.

I’m a little afraid to ask Mommy what Aunt Evie means. I know some stuff about sex, but there is lots that I dont understand.

*****

Thursday 6th January, 1966

After I finished my shower I spent some time in the bathroom looking at myself. I opened my legs real wide and looked at my pussy. That’s what the girls at school call it when they’re talking about sex stuff. I dont look so much like a little girl any more cause I grew some hair down there. It felt kind of funny touching there while I looked at everything. I had to wipe myself when I was done.

Mommy looked at me sort of strange when I came out. I felt my face get hot, and I hurried fast to my room to get ready for school.

Maybe after I finish writing this, I can look at myself down there again. There are things I still want to find out.

*****

Saturday 8th January, 1966

Daddy went off to play golf, and Mommy took me out to eat lunch at the counter of Woolworths. I got a chicken salad sandwich, and Jello with whip cream on top.

Then we went to this little shop downtown. It was a nice store that just sold things for girls like party dresses, jumpers and pretty panties and stuff.

The owner was this woman with a nice smile named Miss Decker. She said this would be a private fitting, so she had to close the store. I guess it was OK, cause no one else was there any how. She had this cute sign that said SORRY WERE CLOSED, with a picture of a man with a sad face, which she put in the window, then she locked the door. It made me feel kind of special, the whole store being closed just for me!

Miss Decker took us to a room in the back and gave me a Coke to drink while she talked to Mommy. Then she brought out these real pretty bras with matching panties. Miss Decker helped me take my top off so she could measure me. I was so excited to be getting my first bra!

The measureing tape was cold, and it made the nipples on my titties feel tickly and stand out. Miss Decker just laughed and said that was natural. She put her hand over them one at a time, and I giggled cause it made them tingle.

I wasnt sure if I should let this lady touch me there. But Mommy was watching and smiling at us, so I guess it was all right. It sure made me feel nice.

Then Miss Decker suprised me. She asked if I would like for Mommy to touch me there!

I looked over at Mommy, not sure what she would say. But she just smiled, so I said OK.

I felt REALLY funny, going over to Mommy without my top on and just standing there, but then she ran her warm hands over my titties and it felt wonderful. Then she gave me a kiss and told me I was a good girl and she loved me.

The new underwear we picked out was very nice. Mommy wanted to see it on me, and I was shy about taking all my clothes off in front of her and Miss Decker. But I didnt want to act like a little kid, so I took off everything.

They both said I looked so pretty that I didn’t feel so shy any more. I started to like showing off all the different panties they gave me to try, standing there while they smiled and clapped.

Mommy bought me three bras and panties that match. Then she promised me we can go back for more next week. I gave Mommy a big hug for being so nice and she kissed me, right on the mouth! Not a quick little kiss like she always gives me. This time it lasted much longer and her mouth was all soft and warm. She never did that before. It made me feel strange but in a nice way.

When she finaly let me go Mommy gave me the prettiest smile as I stood there with my heart beating fast. She reached out and touched my cheek and whispered, Sweet Susie. Something about the way she said that made me all shivery inside.

Then Mommy laughed and took my hand, and we said goodbye to Miss Decker and left for home.

It was a intresting day, with lots of new exciting things that happened. Being 13 is even better than I imagined it would be!

*****

Monday 11th January, 1966

When we changed for gym class, Claire noticed my new underthings and told me how pretty they were, and how she wished hers were nice as mine. Claire kept touching me while she looked, she even ran her hands over my panties! Wow did that ever feel funny, but I liked it a lot.

Then she pulled her dress up and showed me her panties, too! So I felt her too, the same way, and she just smiled at me. But I was afraid someone would see us, so I only touched her a little bit.

Later before school finished, Claire came over and asked if I would like to go to her house after school some time next week. I said I would love to. So exciting!

*****

Thursday 13th January, 1966

Aunt Evie came over for a suprise visit. I was in my room doing my homework when she suddenly was at the door and asked if she could come in.

She looked around at my Barbie collection and told me she collected teddy bears when she was little. I told her that I never played with my Barbies any more. Really I do sometimes, but only by myself so no one will know.

She asked if I was writing in my new diary too, and I guess my face went red when I told her I was, cause she giggled and bet me it was all lots of secret naughty things. I pretended it wasnt, but then she was tickling me to get me to say it was. I was laughing hard as her fingers made me twist around on the bed.

I was out of breath when she suddenly stopped. Mommy was at the door, she came to tell us dinner was ready and she smiled at me in kind of a funny way before she turned to leave. I felt my face get warm when I saw my skirt was up and you could see my panties. Then Aunt Evie hugged me close and gave me a squeeze before she got up to go downstairs.

Later that night Mommy came in as I am getting ready for bed. She asked if I mind that Aunt Evie was tickling me. I told her I didnt, how it was just us having fun. Mommy smiled and kissed me on the mouth again all soft and nice, like she did the other day.

It felt kind of strange, but I loved it. I wish she kissed me that way ALL the time.

*****

Saturday 15th January, 1966

I woke early this morning and just lay in bed looking at my Barbie dolls, up on the shelf. It made me think of Aunt Evie and when she tickled me, and Mommy looking at my panties when my dress was up, and the way she kissed me later. It made me feel sort of funny down between my legs. I was all tingly and warm.

I wanted more of that feeling. So, I put my hand inside my panties and touched where it tingled the most. It felt good, all sort of hot and shaky inside. I stopped though cause I was all wet down there, and I thought maybe it was my period. I jumped up quick to look, pulling my panties down and moving my legs open to see.

It wasnt blood. But still, I was all wet between my legs. Like I was the other day only this time there was more of it. Lots more.

I was all curious now, so instead of pulling up my panties I sat on the bed with them down to my knees and I touched myself again. Wow, it felt REALLY good this time!

Then I heard Mommy come down the hall to my room. I was scared of getting caught , so I pulled up my panties fast as I could, and pushed my skirt down right before she came in.

She must have seen something in my face when she opened the door, cause she looked serious all of a sudden. She closed the door, and sat down beside me to ask what was wrong.

It was so stupid of me, but I just couldnt help myself. I started to cry like a little kid. I tried to explain to Mommy what I was doing, how I was touching myself and it made me feel strange but nice. I was so afraid she would be mad at me!

Then I was sitting on Mommy’s lap against the front of her nightie, and she stroked my hair and rocked me. Her titties felt like a nice warm pillow, and I was thinking about what they looked like under her clothes. I guess that I saw them when she gave me milk after I was born. But that was a long time ago and I was too little to remember.

Mommy lifted my chin to look into her face and she smiled at me, calling me her precious baby, and she just laughed when I frowned at her. I hate being called a baby, and she knows it!

She held my face in her hands and kissed me that soft and slow way I like so much. Only this time I felt her tongue go into my mouth! Wow, was THAT different! I felt something like a bolt of lightning go through my belly, and it made my body give a little shake, but I held on to Mommy and let her kiss me more. Then she sat back and smiled. All I could do was stare at her, and my heart beat so loud I think I could hear it.

She put her hand on my cheek and asked me to show her how I touched myself. Her voice was all soft and low, and something about how she said that made me feel all funny. I didnt feel scared at all, but I knew some how when I looked in Mommy’s eyes that I didnt need to be.

Mommy watched as I put a hand in my panties to touch my pussy again, like before she came in my room. Then she stopped me and asked if I would take off my underpants for her, so she could really see me doing it.

I felt SO funny as I stood and pulled my panties off. Mommy helped me sit back against the headboard, then got me to open my legs wide so she could see everything. Then she looked at me while I touched myself.

This time, it was even better than before. I could hardly breathe and I felt a tingle all over. My pussy was so warm and wet!

Something inside told me to go faster and harder. I was feeling all dizzy and breathing fast. My body felt like it was moving to grab hold of a thing I couldnt reach, but if I tried hard, I could catch it.

I pushed my fingers between my legs, and suddenly it was like something went BANG inside of me. I couldnt sit still, and shook like I was cold as I rubbed myself. I wasnt cold, though, I felt hot all over! It felt better than anything I’ve ever done for a little bit, then it kind of went away. Then I was staring down at my hand, still lying on my pussy. I was breathing fast, just like when I run.

Mommy was there holding me close. She said I was her little darling, her grown up girl, smiling at me and kissing me so soft, the way I liked. I wished she would put her tongue in my mouth again, but I was too shy to say.

Did I do good? I asked, wanting to lie in her arms all day long.

Oh, your the best! she told me with a little laugh.

She cuddled me for a little longer, then stood up and told me to go wash up and come down for breakfast, just like she did every morning. It was like she had turned back into my old Mommy again. I’m not sure what that means exactly, but that was how I felt.

A little while ago, just before I got ready for bed, I snuck up to my room while Mommy and Daddy watched TV and closed the door, then took off all my clothes and lay down. I left the lights on to see everything. I started to touch myself again, moving my fingers up and down my pussy, letting the good feelings grow and grow.

There were different places to touch down there, and they all felt great in some way. I even put a finger INSIDE of me a little bit, and that was good too! I also liked moving the tip of my finger around where the inside of my pussy started, that made my head feel like it was spinning fast.

But the best best BEST of all was this little bump at the top of my pussy that when I touched it, the feelings got really huge in me, like when I let Mommy see me do it this morning. So I rubbed there, and after a little while everything began to get all fast again.

Then that explosion thing came, only it didnt suprise me like before. I could almost SEE it get closer and closer until it was grabbing me, and I was breathing hard and shaking all over. It was even better this time!

I lay quiet for awhile, feeling my heart go fast, then slow down until it was like always. Then I got up to wash my hands and put on my nightie and brush my teeth.

Now I’m sitting in bed and writing this. It’s past my bedtime so I have to stop here and turn out the light before Mommy or Daddy comes up to see why I’m not asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 2