Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

My name is Kim Rutledge, and this is the story of the sexual experience that changed my life.

It was my third week back home from college after my freshman year. I was three months away from being nineteen and liked being grown up. My mom was cool; she’d given up on trying to treat me like her little girl, the way she had in my senior year of high school, so we got along really well nowadays. Even better, my asshole dad was out of the picture. He’d left Mom for this widow with tons of money, and all we ever saw of him was his support checks.

All in all, it could have been a great summer but for one problem: my thirteen-year-old baby sister Cindy had grown into an obnoxious, whiny brat.

She’d been a pretty sweet kid growing up, but something about hitting puberty had driven her nuts. To begin with, she was so goddamn needy – always demanding attention, then having hissy fits when she didn’t get it. It was absurdly easy to piss her off, too. She took offense at anything and everything, always convinced the world was out to rain on her parade. I’d been a bit of a handful in my teen years, sure, but nothing like the drama queen Cindy had evolved into.

Even when she wasn’t in a tizzy about something, Cindy was always hanging around, expecting me to keep her amused — and I no longer had any way to escape her, except in the bathroom. See, my mom had always been into making jewelry, a skill she’d picked up from her dad back when she was a teenager, and while I was away at college she decided to try selling it to bring in extra income. So she started a mail-order business that she installed in Cindy’s old room, and my sister moved into mine. Now that I was home, she and I had to share our personal space — and being her roommate sucked, to say the least.

Worst of all, Cindy’s constant presence put a real damper on my sex life.

I’d thought of myself as bisexual by the time I graduated high school, but a few months of college convinced me that I was a lesbian — and a hot, sexy-as-hell lesbian at that! At my college there were a lot more girls than guys, and most of the females were at least open to the idea of experimenting. I was the proverbial kid in the candy store, fucking one girl after another. I never slept alone in my dorm room if I could help it, and if one of my lovers didn’t want to spend the night, my roommate — a math nerd, but kinda cute — was nearly always happy to get naked and share my bed.

I’d counted on being able to sneak girls into the house late at night, but having to share a room with Cindy put the kibosh on that but good. I could always go out and meet a girl somewhere else, but it was tricky — we only had one car, and Mom needed it too much of the time. Even when I was able to go out, Cindy made a big fat deal about me having fun without her, hitting me with all kinds of nosy questions about what I was up to. It was exhausting, coming up with cover stories about why I needed the car and why Cindy couldn’t tag along. I wanted to keep my sexuality a secret for the time being, and my sister was making that a lot more difficult.

Hell, with Cindy constantly underfoot, it was hard for me to get enough privacy to masturbate! And on top of that I had to deal with her bitchy, irritating demeanor all the time. It was too much, damn it. Something had to give.

So I ran the problem around and around in my mind for a few days…and suddenly, out of the blue, I came up with the greatest idea ever — a plan that, if successful, would not only fix Cindy’s obnoxious behavior, but make my summer a hell of a lot more exciting!

The next morning, I put on one of my casually slutty outfits — a pair of denim shorts cut off just under my pussy and a tank top I’d made out of one of my old gym t-shirts from 8th grade by cutting the sleeves off and the collar out. I added a gold ankle bracelet my mom gave me a year or so ago. Dressed like that, I knew I could have at least a few girls looking twice as I sauntered past.

That day, though, it wasn’t about heading over to the mall to shop and flirt with the cute girls there, much as I enjoyed that. No, this was the first phase of Operation Adjust Cindy’s Attitude.

Phase Two began with me tracking down my baby sister. Not that it was hard to find her — Cindy was in our room, sprawled in the middle of her bed in skimpy panties and an old faded t-shirt that was about four sizes too big for her. It was, in fact, my dad’s old t-shirt, one that I’d worn for a nightie all through high school and that had mysteriously disappeared right before I packed my stuff to go to college. She was thumbing through some stupid teen magazine with that bored pout of hers that never failed to rankle me.

For the moment, however, my plan was to make nice.

“I’m going to the mall,” I told her. “You can come if you want, but be ready to go in five minutes.”

Her eyes narrowed, wondering why I was inviting her to join me when I usually used any excuse I could to ditch her. I knew, though, that she’d want to tag along too much to ask questions.

“Sure!” she exclaimed. She tossed the magazine into the wall with a page-fluttering thud and scrambled to her feet, giving me a quick flash of her bare legs and panty-covered butt.

Annoying as my little sister was, I had to admit that she was already totally cute, sure to grow up into an absolute sex bomb.

I drank a Coke in the living room while counting off five minutes, then strolled into the garage. God, Cindy was already there.

“Are we goinnnng?” she shrilled, shifting from one sneakered foot to the other as she stood impatiently by the car.

“Yes, yes, yessssss!” I snapped at her, pretending to be annoyed, pulse quickening at the thought of the fun I planned to have soon when I turned the tables on my bratty sister… my bratty, sexy little sister.

As soon as we got in the car, Cindy reached for the radio, which was set to the college station I like. I slapped her hand hard — a sharp little CRACK sound echoing in the garage — and said, “Put your seatbelt on.” Cindy pouted, but sullenly tugged the shoulder harness down and fastened it across her waist. I buckled myself in and started the car.

Three blocks away from the house, Cindy made a face at the Sonic Youth track that was playing. “This sucks,” she declared, and reached for the radio again.

This time I slapped her face with a deft backhand that left a red mark on her cheek. The CRACK was louder this time.

Cindy was stunned. Neither of my parents had ever hit us, not even spankings when we were little. She sat frozen, gaping at me, mouth wide open. I’d just wheeled the car onto the main drag when she finally got her voice back.

“YOU CAN’T HIT ME!” she screamed, in that fire alarm voice that always set my jaw on edge. “Y-you — I’M TELLIN’ MOM YOU DID THAT AN’ YOU’RE GONNA GET — mmmmppphh!”

That last came because I’d leaned over a few inches, which my lap belt allowed me to do because I’d fastened it loosely, and clapped my hand hard over Cindy’s mouth. At that point, I executed a quick right hand turn, wrenching the car into the Jiffy Lube parking lot. Switching off the ignition, I shoved her away from me. At that point, she was too startled to make a peep.

“Now, listen up, you little shit,” I told Cindy, keeping my voice low and even, “I got you out of the house so we could have a little chat about your behavior. You’ve been an absolute bitch to me and Mom, and you’re driving us both nuts. I’m not gonna tolerate this bullshit from you for one more day. Maybe Mom won’t discipline you like you deserve, but I’ll take a goddamn belt to your ass if you don’t shape up. You hear me?”

Cindy gave me a wounded look, her lower lip jutting out. “That’s not fair,” she whined. “You and Mom are always ganging up on me. You don’t even try to understand how I feel about…”

“There you go again!” I snapped, cutting her off. “Nobody’s ganging up on you, damn it. See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You carry on like the whole world revolves around Cindy Rutledge. If you don’t get every single thing you want, exactly when you want it, you complain and whine and whine and complain until everyone around you is totally miserable — especially Mom. Listen, I’ve had enough of your bratty behavior. Enough!” I smacked the back of her headrest, hard.

Cindy was gaping at me, eyes huge. “What… what is it you want m-me to do?” she whispered, now looking seriously scared — which was at least part of what I wanted. Now I had to calm her down before she started sniveling.

“Listen,” I said, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes with the back of my hand. She flinched at first, then submitted, closing her eyes and pouting. “I’m not gonna be mean to you if you don’t make me. I love you, even though you’ve been an utter pain in the ass ever since I got home.” While I spoke, I started up the car again, exiting the parking lot. “I swear, sometimes you make me wish I was still back at school instead of on vacation.”

That really struck home. Cindy sank down in her seat, looking miserable. “I’m — I’m sorry if I’ve been so awful to you and Mom… I didn’t know I was, really. W-what can I do to be better?”

I took a deep breath. Here goes. “I’ll make a deal with you. We can be close again, you and me, just like we used to. But there’s gotta be some serious attitude adjustment on your part. No more temper tantrums, and a lot less griping and getting all bent out of shape about every little thing. If you get yourself together and try to act like a civilized human being, then we can be friends, you and me. Just like we used to be, okay? But if you keep being a little bitch, then I promise you this: I’ll make your life a living hell. So… what’s it gonna be?” By then, I’d reached the entrance of the mall.

Cindy sniffled a few times, nibbled at her lower lip in a way that made her look eight years old, then finally said, softly, “I want us to be f-friends again.”

“Good,” I said, pulling into a dark corner of the mall’s left-hand parking garage, where you could get a couple of hours of privacy if you wanted. I’d used it for a make-out and drinking spot back in my high school days, because nearly everyone else parked on the right-hand side. I switched off the ignition and turned back to my sister. “If you really mean that, then yeah, we can be tight again. I’ll help you, the way big sisters are supposed to, and teach you about grownup stuff you need to know… things you can’t go to Mom about. Understand?”

Cindy stared at me, then sniffled and blinked. “Teach me what? You mean, you want to teach me about, um, sex?” She was toying with her hair nervously. “Y-you think I’m ready for that…?”

I smiled, casually placing a hand on her bare thigh. “Baby, you’re ready to have sex with anyone you want. You are old enough now — and it’s the greatest!” Then I paused, my next remark very calculated. “Well… I don’t know, maybe you think sex is kinda gross…”

“Um, no, no,” Cindy said, hastily, blushing a little and looking away. “I mean, I’m not a baby, I know about this stuff. It’s just…” She looked up at me shyly. “I haven’t done anything — I mean, not much.” She hesitated, then smiled. “So… will you show me how to, to be sexy?”

I grinned, but only inwardly. I had her in the palm of my hand now…

“Hmmm,” I said thoughtfully. “Well, I’ll try, I guess.” I gazed at her, tapping my teeth with my fingernail like I was thinking about what I might teach her first. Of course, I knew exactly what I wanted. “Let’s see. Do you know how to kiss?”

“Well… kinda.”

I reclined my car seat back as far as it would go. “Okay, sis… come share my seat and show me how good you are at it.”

Her eyes grew wide. “You want me to kiss you?”

I shrugged and tried to look exasperated. “If you don’t want to…”

“It… it just seems a little weird,” she mumbled, blushing hotly, though her eyes told me that she found the idea of kissing her big sister an intriguing one.

I started toying with her hair. “You don’t have to only have sex with boys, you know,” I whispered. “Fooling around with other girls can be even better.”

She stared at me in disbelief. “Have you, um, had s-sex with other girls?”

I nodded, a wicked smile on my lips. “I have,” I murmured, “and I loved it.”

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then giggled. “Okay!” she squealed, squeezing into my seat next to me.

It was a tight fit, but that only heightened the mood. I placed a hand on Cindy’s cheek and drew her face to mine, my lips parting…

Two minutes later, Cindy broke away and sat back. “How was that? I mean, I’ve only practice kissed with Jane, but she thinks I’m pretty good.”

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer, my nipples were hard as bullets and my pussy a swamp, but I kept my voice cool. Damn, my little sister had one hot little mouth!

“That was… pretty nice,” I said. “You are a good kisser, babe — but you could be even better.” I opened my door. “Come on, let’s get in the back, there’s a little more room to stretch out. I want to show you some other stuff.”

Cindy got into the back without any protest. In fact, she seemed downright eager. I lay back on the seat and pulled my little sister down on top of me with a growl of lust.

She came to me eagerly, her lips meeting mine again and her tongue immediately darting into my mouth.

We both moaned as our kiss grew deep and passionate. I was on fire, more aroused than I’d been in weeks. So far, this crazy plan of mine had succeeded beyond my wildest hopes. I’d figured it would be about a week or so before Cindy would let me make out with her, much less take the initiative herself! I slid my hands up under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing and undid her small bra. We continued to French kiss as my hands found her apple-sized breasts and fondled them. Her nipples quickly stiffened to the touch.

Cindy broke away, panting, then clumsily shrugged out of her t-shirt and bra. The car windows were tinted and there was no one parked anywhere near us, so I wasn’t worried about being seen. Without a word I drew my sister back down to me, taking her left nipple into my mouth. Cindy moaned in surprised delight as I nibbled and sucked at the tip of one breast, then the other.

To my surprise, I felt her hands moving clumsily about the waistband of my denim cutoffs, seeking the button. I squirmed around to give her better access, and she had them unsnapped and halfway down my legs in a flash.

“I wanna see your pussy,” she gasped, her voice loud in the close confines of the car.

“You can have my pussy any time you want it, babe,” I told her breathlessly, running my fingers through her hair, then letting her kiss them as I trailed them over her lips. “You and your friend Jane did a little more than kissing together, didn’t you?”

“No, we didn’t,” Cindy insisted, licking over my palm to kiss my wrist, then trailing her tongue in a tantalizing way down the underside of my arm, “but I’ve seen lots of pictures of girls doing it with each other on the internet, and I always wanted to try it.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m getting to do it with you, though! Pretty wild, huh?”

“Yeah,” I purred, moving in to claim Cindy’s mouth in a brief but hungry kiss, “pretty fuckin’ wild.”

She tugged my tank top up and stared at my bare breasts, moved in to lick my left nipple, then took it between her lips and sucked gently. “You’re so pretty,” Cindy breathed as she switched to my other erect nipple. She suckled me for another few seconds, then raised her face, her eyes burning into mine. “So… have you done this with a lot of other girls?”

“Oh, a few,” I admitted, running my fingers through her soft hair. “But this is extra special, sis, because I love you so much.”

It was true, too — the idea of committing incest with my sister had me nearly trembling with excitement. I couldn’t believe I’d never thought of making a move on her before. After all, I’d wanted to make love to my mom for a least a year, ever since I had a dirty dream about her after realizing I liked girls. She still looked really good at thirty-eight, and hadn’t been with anyone since Dad bailed on us. I knew that I could rock her world in bed.

Now I’d made a hot little discovery — a sexy little lover who’d been sleeping in the bed just across the room from mine for two weeks! And to think that just a couple of days ago, I’d all but given this summer up as a lost cause…

“I love you too,” Cindy purred. She kissed me again, urgently, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. “Can I really make out with you any time I want?” she asked breathlessly, between kisses.

“Baby,” I told her, touched by her enthusiasm, “we’re gonna be sleeping in the same room until September. We can fuck all night, every night… and anytime Mom’s at work, we can fuck on the couch downstairs, too.”

“Oh yeahhhh,” Cindy said, sounding very pleased at that prospect. Then she blushed a little bit, looking down at her hands. “So, um… can Jane maybe come over an’ play with us? She might be kinda weird about it at first, but I know she’d like it.” Her eyes were alight with excitement.

God, could this be the same irksome little bitch who I’d fantasized about boiling in oil that very morning? This scheme of mine was going better than I could ever have imagined! “Sure, we can do that,” I told Cindy with a kiss, “and I’d love to help you seduce your friend, sweetie.”

“Cool!” she squealed.

We kissed again, and then that went on for a while, and eventually I panted, “I want to take your cherry, babe. How about it… wanna get fucked by your big sister?”

“Oh, wow…” Cindy said, pausing to think about that. “Well… yeah! Sure, you can fuck me. How are you gonna do it, Kim?”

I hugged her to me tightly, licked around her ear, and whispered “With a dildo, silly. I’ve got more than one, though. Let me ask you this — d’ya want me to use my strap-on cock on you, or the one I hold in my hand?”

“Oooh, strap it on and do me like a boy,” Cindy grinned wickedly. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be my first, Kimmie. It’s like I’m your girlfriend now, huh?”

“Mmmm… you’re my best little girlfriend, sugardoll,” I whispered in Cindy’s ear as I slipped her shorts down and began to finger her pussy. “We can make love for awhile right here, but then we’ll go back home and get together tonight after Mom goes to sleep. You deserve to be in a nice warm bed for your first fuck.”

“Oh God, that sounds amazing,” Cindy breathed. Then she looked at me with adoring eyes, bashfully nibbling her lip. “Kimmie, can I lick your pussy now? I’d like to…”

My reply was to part my legs, letting my little sister see everything. “Be my guest.”

I sighed happily as she kissed down my neck and to my nipple, taking it into her hot mouth and gently sucking. “Oh, yeah, Cindy-girl… make me feel good.”

She made her wicked way down my body, tantalizing me with her lips and tongue, finally kneeling between my thighs. I reached down to open my cunt with two fingers, offering myself to Cindy. She slowly dipped her head to plant a soft kiss on my pussy.

I moaned as my baby sister pressed her mouth to my cunt and began to eat me, her hot tongue lashing my vulva until she found my clit. I gasped as she nuzzled it, then began to lick.

“Mmmyummmm!” Cindy purred as she lapped at me, clearly digging her first taste of cunt.

“Oh, baby,” I groaned, arching my back and grinding my pudenda into her face. “Ohhh you hot little bitch mmm sweet lover oh my GOD you are so good at that oh jesus FUCK I’m coming…!”

I went off like a hand grenade, coming in my little sister’s face as she continued to pleasure me. Finally my pussy got tender and I couldn’t take any more, so I squeezed her shoulder to get her attention. “Hold on for a second, sis.”

She drew back, her mouth and chin shining with wetness. I brought my knees up to my breasts, parting my buttocks for her. “Okay, Cindy — now lick my asshole.”

“Uh, wow,” Cindy said as she lifted her eyes up to mine, “I never thought of doing that before.”

“No,” I said, “I bet not… but trust me, it’s so fucking good. You’ll see, when I do it to you.”

Cindy blinked at me a few times without speaking, then put her face back between my legs and worked her way a little lower. I felt her licking a path through my ass crack. “Yum,” she purred, and then I felt her tongue start to swirl around my rosebud.

I love to get my ass licked, especially just after I’ve just come. “Oh yeah baby, that’s good,” I crooned as I felt my baby sister’s wet tongue bathe my anus.

Cindy ate my ass out for a few minutes while I fondled my tits… and it felt wonderful. Finally I slid my legs off her shoulders and sat up. “Okay, baby sister,” I said, “it’s your turn.”

She smiled at me and I kissed her deeply, tasting my sticky self on her mouth. I maneuvered us around so I had my knees on the floor of the car and she was on the seat, her legs over my shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my face to her lightly downed pussy.

I used my fingers to play with Cindy’s moistened labia while I tongued and nibbled her clit, then ran my tongue up and down her cunt for a long while before taking her clit between my lips and sucking at the tiny pink nubbin. I slowly wriggled a finger deep into her rectum and began sliding it in and out while I ate her. Cindy was going out of her mind with pleasure within minutes, finally gasping for me to stop.

“Slut,” I told her good-naturedly, kissing my way up her body and plunging my tongue into her eager mouth. As she sucked at it, I pushed her back and turned her so she was lying lengthwise on the seat, then got on top of Cindy, settled my cunt against hers and began to grind myself against her in a hot lesbian fuck. My sister moaned and squirmed beneath me, which only added to the friction we were generating.

After a few minutes of crazily pumping our bodies together, I found myself going off again. A few seconds later Cindy panted crazily as she came, too.

“That’s pretty good sex for a seventh grade virgin,” I told her, running my tongue up her neck to her ear and nibbling at the lobe. “Now let’s get dressed. I have to buy you some hot new clothes before I take you home and fuck you for real.”

“Okay,” Cindy said agreeably, turning her face to kiss me. “I love you, Kimmie.”

“Love you too, my sweet fuck toy,” I told her. I tossed Cindy her shorts and she squirmed into them while I put on mine.

Once in the mall, I took my sister to Burdine’s to find a couple of outfits for her — a couple of sleeveless blouses, very tight, with some V-shaped necklines that buttoned up the front, and some short skirts that hugged her ass tightly. Cindy was positively in a daze by the time we left the shopping area and were walking back to the car. My arm was around her shoulders, and hers circled my waist as she snuggled her head into the side of my right breast.

“People’r gonna think we’re weird if they see us, I bet,” Cindy murmured to me as we walked, and indeed, some people were staring out of the corners of their eyes at the sight of two hot teenage girls walking along embracing like lovers in the mall. “I don’t even care, though.”

“Me neither — let ‘em stare,” I said. “Do you love me, sis?”

“Course,” she sighed, snuggling into me a little more as we walked. “I’m your girlfriend, you said so,” Cindy responded dreamily. “You’re gonna fuck me too, and I can’t wait!”

We exited through the doors that led out into the parking garage. I stopped, bringing Cindy to a halt, and glanced around. Seeing no one in the vicinity, I shoved her over behind a kiosk that juts out of the left wall, showing a map of the mall on its front side for people who are lost.

“I wanna lick you again,” I growled, pushing her up against the wall, running my hand down Cindy’s stomach and into her shorts to cup her sweet little cunt in my hand and caress it…while crushing my mouth to hers in a ravenous kiss that left my head spinning like a yo-yo.

“Aaaaaanything,” Cindy moaned, panting, as I kissed my way down her neck, nuzzling the hollow of her throat, “you can do what you like to me, sis, an’ I’ll do anything you say, I’m yours, oh Kimmie that’s so gooood…”

“Turn around,” I told her, “and play with your pussy. I’m gonna lick you from behind.”

She obeyed immediately, and I yanked her shorts down to her knees, knelt behind her, parted those soft cheeks and began to lick her sweet little asshole.

I sensed, more than felt, my sister masturbating while I ate her ass. Both my hands held her bottom open, and my face was buried in the dark cleft as I swirled my tongue around Cindy’s sweet back channel, enjoying the taste and texture of my thirteen-year-old sister’s virgin anus.

I have no idea how long it took; I wasn’t aware of anything but her rosebud pulsing around my tongue as I licked at her, until I finally heard “Ohhh GOD Kim I’m commminggggg!” and felt Cindy tremble in ecstasy as she went off for the third time in an hour.

As her pleasure crested and ebbed, I lovingly planted a few soft kisses on Cindy’s cheeks, pulled her shorts back up, and got to my feet again. As for my sister, she was sagging against the wall with what I’d have to call a well-fucked expression on her face. I picked up our shopping bags with one hand and gave her perky little butt a pat with the other.

“Come on, sugardoll,” I told her, “Time to go home.”

Cindy sighed happily, then threw her arms around my neck, startling me with a tight, very warm hug. “Mmmm Kimmie, you’re the best!” She drew back a little, gazing adoringly up at me. “Thank you for showing me how to kiss and eat pussy, and for making me feel so good and letting me be your girlfriend!”

“Pleasure’s mine, sweetie,” I said. At that moment I couldn’t resist; she was looking up at me all big-eyed, so adorable and hot, so I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed tenderly. Cindy moaned and opened her mouth wide to receive my tongue.

We stood in front of the car, tenderly kissing for a long while. God… was I falling in love with my baby sister?

“I am gonna fuck you so good tonight, girl,” I whispered, nibbling her earlobe.

*****

That night was incredible, too. I remember climbing on top of Cindy, my lubricated cock fastened about my waist, her thighs parted for me. We kissed hungrily as I placed the tip at the entrance of her cunt, whispered, “I love you, baby,” and fed the length of it into her until I reached Cindy’s hymen.

She gasped in pain when I broke her, a few tears rolling down her cheeks — but she wouldn’t let me pull out, clutching me to her as she adjusted to being filled so completely. Finally she said, “Okay, I… I th-think you can fuck me now.”

I began to work my cock back and forth, going slowly at first. “Oh, Kimmie,” she moaned, “that f-feels amazing…”

Within minutes Cindy had both legs wrapped round me as I plowed her. When my sister came, she bucked so hard that I was nearly thrown off the bed. I’d never seen anyone get off so intensely before.

Once she recovered, my sweet little sister got me up on all fours and ate my pussy and asshole until I exploded in her mouth.

We snuggled together, kissing and making out for a long while, then drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Two years later, Cindy and I are still lovers. We occasionally fool around with other girls, but our main interest is in each other. She and I are both scheming about how we might get our mother into bed with us, so who knows — there might be more to this story one day!

The End (?)

By JetBoy

Suddenly Polly pulled away, peering up at the older girl. “Hey, Beth,” she chirped, “can we do some more sex things now? I want to play with your butt!”

“My butt?” Beth replied, startled.

“Well… yeah!” Polly answered, now blushing. “I… I think that ladies’ b-bottoms are the beautifullest things in the whole world! An’ I bet yours is ‘specially beautiful.” She gazed pleadingly at the teen, biting her lower lip. “Please, Beth, can I? Pretty please?”

Beth smiled, touching her young lover’s cheek. “Of course you can, sweetheart,” she crooned. “but first, I just have to do this.” She claimed Polly’s mouth in a tender kiss, teasing the girl’s lips with the tip of her tongue.

With a tiny but impassioned moan Polly immediately responded, her own tongue meeting and mingling with Beth’s. They kissed for a long while, savoring the soft liquid sounds their mouths made.

Finally Beth broke away, transfixing little Polly with a smoldering glance. “Okay then, Pollybelle…” she murmured, raising herself to a sitting position, then sliding onto her tummy, making her movements as sultry and sensual as she could. “Here’s my butt, all warm and ready for you.” Thrusting her ass up, she gave her hips a slow grind, thrilled at the awed look on Polly’s face.

All but hypnotized by the sight of those firm, shapely globes, the child absently moistened her lips. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Like what you see, lover?” Beth purred, spreading her thighs further apart, wanting Polly to get a good look.

“Gosh, yes…” the girl breathed, hesitantly reaching out to touch the pale rump. “It’s so pretty.”

“Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” sighed Beth.

“C-can I kiss your bottom, Beth?” Polly shyly inquired, her hand resting on the older girl’s buttock.

Beth’s eyes flashed eagerly. “Oooh yeah, babe… I’d love you to!”

Polly slowly approached, nervously moistening her lips before placing a gentle kiss upon Beth’s left cheek.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” the teen moaned. “Keep doing that, Polly… don’t stop!”

Emboldened, little Polly drew even closer — grasping Beth’s hips, pressing her face into the smooth flesh as she gave her babysitter’s bottom one kiss after another, deepening those kisses as her excitement grew.

“Fuck!” Beth gasped, heartbeat thundering in her ears, overwhelmed by the eight-year-old’s instinct for sex play. Polly was practically making love to her ass, showering it with open-mouthed kisses.

Then she felt two little hands spreading her cheeks apart, sensed Polly’s warm breath caressing the crack of her ass. She tensed, her mouth hanging open. No fucking way, Beth told herself. She wouldn’t do that, not yet.

Polly stared hungrily at the treasures nestled between Beth’s parted legs. The pussy she already knew, and seeing how wet it was made the sight even more thrilling. Then there was another opening, the tight pink cleft just above Beth’s sex. That’s her butthole, Polly realized. She breathed deeply, taking in the thick, musky perfume of her older lover’s anus.

The impulse was there to kiss that puckered hole — maybe even lick it a little bit. Bet that’s something only bad girls do, she thought. Then again, she’d licked Beth’s pussy, and that had been the best!

Besides, Polly was coming to realize how much she liked being bad…

Unable to resist, the child pried Beth’s bottom open, even further than before, and plunged her face between the pale globes, pressing her lips firmly against the tender rosebud.

“Oh, jeez, Polly!” Beth cried, her breath coming in excited gasps.

Polly drew back to lick her lips, brow furrowed in concentration as she weighed the taste of the older girl’s bottom, deciding it was pretty good — not gross at all! The flavor was mostly like Beth’s pussy, but also sort of different.

Wanting another taste, the little girl bent to take an experimental lick, trailing her tongue through the teen’s butt crack, delighted to see how that made Beth shiver.

“God, Polly,” Beth moaned. “You… have… no idea how g-great that feels.”

Eager to bring pleasure to her new girlfriend, Polly pried Beth’s cheeks even further apart, burrowing between them to lick deeper, harder.

Beth pressed her face into the pillow’s squashy softness, her head reeling. For all the wild lesbian fantasies she’d indulged in since deciding her sexuality, this moment easily topped them all — getting her asshole licked by a beautiful little girl of eight.

That sweet fire was stoked and glowing between her legs once more, and Beth hastened to feed the blaze, thrusting a hand beneath her belly to masturbate. Polly’s enthused sucking had left the teen’s clitoris incredibly tender, so Beth just lightly teased it with the tip of a finger — gentle, barely-there touches that had her seeing stars.

Polly was really getting into rimming her babysitter, adorning Beth’s anus with passionate tongue kisses as if her butthole was a sexy mouth. It was a cooler game than any she’d ever played before.

Gosh, Polly thought, she really loves getting her bottom licked. Wonder if she’d do that to me?

Meanwhile, Beth’s brow was furrowed in concentration as she grasped for her pleasure, summoned it forth, felt it build — the throbbing of her sex made stronger by the backdoor oral action she was getting from Polly. The little girl was trailing her wet, warm tongue up and down Beth’s crack, and it felt utterly divine.

“Oh, yeah!” Beth blurted, feeling sweet release drawing nearer. “Oh, fuck — fuck!” It was close now, very close; all but breathing down the teen’s neck…

Then Beth’s body jerked violently, head rearing back as a hard jolt of an orgasm shook her slender frame. “Ohhhhhggggod Polly YES!” she screamed, pushing her ass back into the child’s face. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tSTOP!”

Hanging on as best she could, Polly kept her face buried between Beth’s buttocks, determined to do all she could to make her new girlfriend feel wonderful.

Now Beth was beyond words. Great waves of pleasure crashed through the girl as if her body was a gong being hammered, stroke after exquisite stroke. The universe was reduced to fingers and clit; tongue and anus.

Hand busy between her legs, Beth drove herself further and higher until there was a sudden breaking through, leaving her floating in a gauzy void of glowing warmth. Her limp upper half collapsed onto the bed, face hitting the cool pillow with a smack.

Undaunted, Polly continued to rim the older girl, licking her hole until Beth pulled away. Rolling onto her back, the older girl extended her arms, gasping, “C’mere, babe.”

Polly crawled into the teen’s arms, where Beth rewarded her with a deep, hungry kiss. Tilting her head, the child met and matched her lover’s passion, meeting Beth’s thrusting tongue with her own. Finally, their lust sated, they gently broke apart.

“Oh, Pollybelle,” Beth whispered, reaching to brush the little girl’s bangs from her damp forehead, “that was incredible. I had no idea you were going to — to lick my bottom like that.”

“I… I didn’t know I was gonna do it!” a dazed Polly replied. “It just s-sorta happened.”

“Well, I’m glad it did. You made me feel great, sweetie… fantastic!” Beth cradled the child, nuzzling her face. “I adore you, Polly…”

“Um, so… can we maybe do this again sometime?”

Beth grinned wickedly. “Ohhhhh, yeah. You’re my girlfriend now, remember?” She left a line of soft kisses along Polly’s jawline, then licked around the edge of her ear, making Polly whimper. “I’m gonna do everything with you, my sexy little cutie… I’ll show you all the ways that two girls can fuck.”

“You used that word before!” gasped Polly, amused. “That’s a bad thing to say, too — isn’t it?”

Beth gave the girl a wry grin. “Yeah, it is, Pollybelle… but it’s also what we just did, you and me. We fucked.” Dipping her head, she traced the child’s lips with her tongue, then met her eyes again. “Say it for me, babe… tell me how you love to fuck me.”

Blushing furiously, Polly whispered the words Beth wanted to hear. “I love to f-fuck you, Beth…” then burst into gleeful giggles, thrilled by her boldness. “I do, I really, really do!” She cuddled into her babysitter. “Okay, say it to me some more!”

Beth drew away, transfixing her young lover with a smoldering stare. “Polly, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than fuck you. I’d lick that sweet pussy of yours until you almost faint, it feels so good. Then I’d lick your ass, the same way you did to me.” As she spoke, Beth’s hand slid down Polly’s tummy to curl around her smooth pubis.

“Know what, sweetie?” she cooed. “I can’t wait. I’m gonna fuck you again — right now!”

Polly relaxed completely in Beth’s embrace, her head lolling on the teen’s shoulder as she gazed, dreamy-eyed, at the ceiling. “Oh. Ooooh, Beth… that’s soooooo nice!” she gasped, a sweet shudder coursing through her willowy frame as nimble fingers grazed her clitoris.

Beth’s lust had renewed itself as if by magic. With her right hand she masturbated the eight-year-old, while the left caressed Polly’s flat chest, brushing her tiny nipples to stiffness, whispering a litany of lust and desire into the child’s ear while pleasuring her. “My sexy little lover… God, it gets me so fucking hot to touch you like this, Pollybelle. I just wanna kiss you, taste you… make love to every inch of your beautiful, beautiful body. Oh, Polly, I love your pussy — so warm and wet and slippery.” She paused to nip playfully at Polly’s earlobe, and the girl mewed with delight. “Y’know what I’d like to do now, babe? Put my finger inside you… Would you let me do that, Polly? Can I slip my finger into that juicy little pussy of yours? I promise I’ll be gentle — and you’ll love how it feels. Can I, Polly? Pretty please?”

“Uh… uh-huh!” and a quick nod was all Polly could manage, out of breath as she was.

With that, Beth began to trace the little girl’s vaginal cleft with a finger, allowing the tip to slowly work its way inside. Polly’s slit was moist enough to allow for smooth penetration, and the child’s blue eyes widened in mixed pleasure and astonishment as the probing digit entered her, a millimeter at a time.

“Does this feel good?” Beth cooed, cradling the nude nymph.

“Y-y-yes!” gasped a shivering Polly.

Beth’s finger was now touching the thin membrane of her lover’s hymen. She dared not permit herself to take the child’s virginity, not just yet — but there were other ways to give her pleasure. Beth began to move her finger about in tiny circles, stimulating the walls of Polly’s vagina, then commenced to work it in and out, in and out.

“Oh, Beth… oh my gosh, Beth!”

Grinning wickedly, the teen allowed her other hand to glide down the little girl’s baby-soft tummy to between her thighs, seeking out the nubbin of Polly’s clitoris. Locating the tiny bump, Beth lightly tweaked it between two fingers.

A hoarse cry erupted from Polly’s throat, her thin frame seizing up as she exploded into orgasm. Beth held on tightly to the twitching girl, concentrating on pumping her finger in and out of Polly’s cunt without breaking the hymen.

The child’s rapture quickly mounted to an unimaginable height, punctuated by a tiny shriek. Beth continued to masturbate her until Polly lay limp and trembling in her older lover’s embrace.

Beth cradled the flushed girl, showering her with soft kisses and whispering, “Sweet little girl… my precious baby, I love you…”

Sighing contentedly, Polly curled up like a kitten, letting Beth cuddle her. “Love you, too,” she whispered.

They lay together for a long while; finally, Beth roused herself. “C’mon, Pollybelle… we’ve got to get ourselves cleaned up before your mom gets home.”

Yawning, Polly slowly sat up. “Mmmmm… okay.” Then she grinned. “Wanna take a bath with me?”

Beth tousled the child’s now mussed hair. “I like the way you think, cutie-pie. Let’s go!”

Minutes later Polly and Beth were in the tub, happily washing one another. It took far longer to get clean than it ordinarily might have because the girls were having such a lovely time at it, pausing again and again to exchange kisses.

Finally they emerged from their bath, bodies gleaming wetly. Grabbing a towel, Beth began to rub down the giggling girl — then she stopped herself as an idea made itself felt.

“Hey, Polly?” she murmured, “I wanna try something. Put your hands on the edge of the bathtub and bend over.”

“Okay,” piped Polly, who happily obliged. Beth feasted her eyes once more on her new lover’s bare bottom, now glistening from their bath. Kneeling behind the child, she moved in to place a tender kiss upon the left buttock, then the right.

A tiny squeak of delight escaped Polly’s lips when Beth pressed her face into the softness of the little girl’s rump, adorning the warm, still damp flesh with open-mouthed kisses.

“Oh, gosh,” moaned Polly. “Ooooooohh… oh, Beth!”

The teen’s heart thumped crazily as she made love to the eight-year-old’s pert little ass. Then she carefully pried the smooth globes apart, absently moistening her lips as she stared at her ultimate prize — the jewel of Polly’s anus.

Closing her eyes, Beth ran her tongue through the dark pink cleft, licking lustily at the child’s rosebud.

Polly responded with a giggle that trailed off into a blissful sigh… then as Beth’s tongue traced circles around the anal pucker, the little girl began to whimper with delight. “Oh, wow… that, that f-feels wonderful…”

Almost absently, Polly placed a hand upon her mound and began to touch herself.

Beth’s very soul was aglow with happiness. To be on her knees before this beautiful child and licking at her butthole seemed like a glimpse of heaven. No matter what happens, she thought, even if we get caught, I swear it’s worth it for this.

Then she realized with a start that Polly was masturbating.

Jesus, the teen marveled. Can she actually come a third time? Beth had no idea if such a thing was even possible — but she quickly realized that the child was doing her level best to make it happen!

What the hell, Beth decided. Let’s go for the gold.

She began to fondle Polly, exploring as much of the eight-year-old’s body as she could reach while continuing to rim her. Pressing even deeper into Polly’s crack, she gave the young girl’s anus a wet French kiss, her lips sucking and slurping at the tiny opening.

Polly was quivering now, her breath coming in quick bursts as if she were running. Beth’s hot mouth was doing wonderful things to her butthole — and there were lovely hands gliding everywhere, touching her legs, tummy, arms, bottom. She rubbed eagerly at her slit, very much wanting to make those big, wonderful feelings happen again. By this time she was thrusting her ass back into Beth’s face, eager for more of her teenage lover’s oral attention.

As Beth gave the child what she wanted, her hands were busy caressing Polly’s flat chest. Finding a tiny nipple, she teased it, then took the bud between finger and thumb to give it a pinch.

That was enough to send Polly into orgasm, her choked cry ringing out in the humid bathroom.

Beth clutched the little girl as she came, her tongue still busy between those pert cheeks. Finally, the teen raised her head as she felt Polly sway. Taking hold of the eight-year-old’s waist, she carefully lowered the child to the floor, resting her against the bathtub in a seated position.

Reaching up to touch the flushed girl’s cheek, Beth grinned. “You okay, kiddo?”

Bangs plastered wetly to her forehead, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath, Polly slowly nodded. “Okay… yeah, I’m okay.” She gave Beth a dazed smile. “Oh, Beth… y-you’re so good to me. I love you.” Seizing the older girl’s hand, she clumsily kissed it once, twice, three times.

Beth drew nearer to the girl, straddling her outstretched legs. “I love you too, Pollybelle.” Tilting her head, she claimed Polly’s mouth in a tender kiss. The child responded immediately, her tongue darting between Beth’s parted lips.

As they kissed passionately, Beth’s head swam. My God, it’s true. I’m in love for the first time in my life, and it’s with a girl who’s still in second grade. What a crazy situation!

Gently breaking away, Beth sighed happily. “Well, come on, babe… we need to get dried off and into some clothes.” She stood, then extended a hand to Polly, helping the little girl to her feet. “Actually, I guess it’s time for you to put on your pajamas, huh?”

“Yeah,” replied Polly, raising both arms as Beth resumed the task of drying her.

Minutes later, the girls were back in Polly’s room, getting dressed.

“Listen, sweetheart,” Beth began, slipping into her jeans, “I feel really great that you’re my girlfriend and all, but you know we have to keep this a secret, right?”

“Mmmm. Yeah, I guess so,” murmured Polly, wriggling her arms through the sleeves of a flowery pajama top.

Beth knelt before the child, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Seriously, Pollybelle. You can’t tell anyone about us. Not even your best friend, and definitely not your mom. If people find out, we’ll never be able to make love again, not ever. Understand?”

Struck by the sober expression on Beth’s face, Polly whispered, “I won’t tell, Beth. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Good,” the teen nodded, her smile returned. “Now go brush your teeth, and let’s get you into bed. I’ll read you a nice story.”

“Okay,” chirped Polly, padding into the bathroom. “But… can we maybe kiss some more, too?”

Beth laughed. “Oh, we’ll kiss, all right. Just try to keep me away from those yummy lips, cutie!”

Soon, Polly was tucked snugly into bed with Beth stretched out next to her, holding an open storybook and reading. “After the feast, the Laziest Man fell into his bed like a log. But a strange thing happened to him. Though his eyes closed, he did not really sleep.”

Polly poked Beth’s shoulder. “Another kiss, please…” she giggled.

Marking her place with a finger, Beth closed the book, then leaned into the happy child. Their mouths met, and the two lovers shared a soft, sweet and very romantic kiss, tongues playfully engaging.

After a moment, Beth broke away with a smile for her childish lover, found her place, and took up the thread of the story once more. “Though his eyes closed, he did not really sleep. In his mind he kept hearing peals of silvery laughter. Limply — for he never moved fast — he pulled the blanket over his head, but the laughter continued in his brain. And for the first time in his lazy life, he became awake.”

“Another kiss,” Polly sighed dreamily, again nudging her babysitter.

“You forgot to say ‘please’,” retorted Beth as she dipped down to swap another sensuous French kiss with Polly. This time when they parted, the little girl found herself yawning hugely.

“Hey!” Beth mock-pouted. “Are my kisses boring you? Maybe I shouldn’t give you any more!”

“Noooooo!” protested Polly. “M’sorry, Beth… I don’t wanna be sleepy, but — I kinda am anyhow.” She yawned again. “Ooooh… damn it!”

Beth laughed. “Don’t cuss like that around your mom! She’ll think I taught you how.” She tousled the child’s hair. “It’s okay, sweet stuff. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Getting in trouble, getting spanked… learning how to make love, then a nice hot bath… you came three times, y’know! That’s a lot for a little girl.”

Puzzled, the drowsy child peered at Beth. “I… came?”

“You did,” Beth cooed, drawing Polly into her arms. “Remember that great big intense feeling you got when we were doing sex stuff? They call that ‘coming’. It’s also called an orgasm. Ever hear that word before?”

Polly shook her head. “Uh-uh. So if you’re coming… where are you coming from?”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Beth chuckled. “You just come. That’s all.” Polly yawned again. “Oh, my… I know a little girl who need to get some rest.”

“Guess so,” mumbled Polly. “Can you kiss me one more time, then keep reading ’till I’m asleep? I like to hear you talk.”

“Sure thing, babe.” Her lips found Polly’s, and the girls kissed lovingly, tongues mingling. Parting, Beth whispered. “I love you, sweet Pollybelle. Sweet dreams.”

“Love you, Beth,” Polly breathed. “G’night.”

Opening her book, Beth again resumed the story. “And for the first time in his lazy life, he became awake. As the hours passed, he became more and more awake. In fact, the Laziest Man did not sleep a wink that night.”

She read on for a few more paragraphs, then paused to glance down at Polly, smiling when she saw that the child, unlike the Laziest Man in the World, was fast asleep.

Carefully rising from the bed, Beth bent to touch her lips to Polly’s forehead. She studied the peaceful face of the little girl, then turned off the bedside lamp before quietly exiting the room, turning back for one last glance. The child’s face was positively angelic, lit by the faint illumination from her night light.

*****

About two hours later, Judy Ryan entered the silent house, keys in hand. She peered into the living room. Beth, seated on the sofa, glanced up from her history textbook.

“Hi, Mrs. Ryan,” the teen murmured, putting down her pencil and stretching. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Oh, it was wonderful!” Judy replied. “We really felt the spirit. How’s Polly? She behaved herself, I hope.”

“Like an angel. I put her to bed a couple of hours ago. Last time I checked, she was fast asleep.”

“Good,” Judy nodded, setting her purse down on the coffee table. “Listen, Beth. I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier tonight… you know, that you didn’t understand about morals. I wasn’t saying that you were a bad person — you’re just young, and haven’t seen what a… destructive place the world can be.” She paused. “I was pretty upset about Polly, what I caught her doing. I’m sorry if I took it out on you.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” Beth mildly replied. “My feelings weren’t hurt.”

Judy seated herself in the easy chair. “It’s so hard, raising a child in this day and age. Especially a little girl.” She sighed. “So many wicked influences, everywhere you look. It’s the biggest trial of being a parent, you see — protecting your young one from corruption.” She gave a weary smile. “I’m luckier than most, I guess. Lord knows Polly makes mistakes, but she’s still a good girl at heart.”

“She’s a great kid, Mrs. Ryan,” Beth nodded. “Of all the children I babysit, she’s my favorite.”

“Well… that’s really sweet of you to say,” Judy replied.

Beth leaned forward. “Say, Mrs. Ryan… I know you have to work late all through the week, so Polly has to be alone for awhile after school–”

Judy’s gaze hardened slightly. “There’s nothing I can do about that. It’s my shift; there’s no way for me to get home any earlier.” She folded her arms, frowning at the teenage girl. “Why do you mention it?”

“Well… since Polly and I get out at the same time, and Green Springs Elementary is only a couple of blocks away from the high school, I thought that I could maybe, y’know, meet her after school and bring her home, maybe even stay with her for a little while.”

Judy’s mouth opened, then closed. Finally, she spoke, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I don’t understand. Are you looking for more babysitting work? Do you need to earn extra cash for something?”

Beth shook her head. “No, no… you don’t have to pay me, Mrs. Ryan.” Careful, now. Don’t make her suspicious. “It’s just that… I pass Polly’s school on my way home, and you live so close by anyhow…” She pointed at her history textbook. “If it’s okay with you, I’d just study in here until you get home. To be honest, your house is way quieter than mine. My brothers…” She rolled her eyes. “They’re always kicking up a huge racket. I’d get a lot more of my schoolwork done here.”

Absently stroking her chin, Judy considered the teen’s proposal, finally nodding. “That does sound good. I’ve never liked Polly having to be at home by herself.” She leaned forward. “You have to let me give you something for your trouble, though. How about ten dollars a week?”

“Well… I could use the money,” Beth admitted, trying to conceal her growing excitement. “Okay, Mrs. Ryan. It’s a deal.”

“So — you’ll be here this Monday, then.”

“Sure,” Beth replied, gathering her things and rising. “I really should get going. It’s past my bedtime.”

“All right,” murmured Judy, reaching for her purse and fishing inside for her wallet. She extracted a few bills, paused, added another, then handed the money to Beth. “Thanks again for staying so late — and for everything else.”

The teen gave Judy a sunny smile. “My pleasure, Mrs. Ryan.” They moved toward the front door. “Oh, and if it’s okay with you, don’t tell Polly yet about me coming home with her. I’d like to surprise her on Monday.” A ripple of sexual heat wafted through Beth as she pictured the child’s ecstatic response to the news.

“I won’t,” Judy nodded as she opened the door. “I’m sure she’ll be happy about it. Polly thinks the world of you.”

“Oh, the feeling’s mutual. Like I said — she’s my favorite. Good night!” With a brief wave, Beth set off for home.

Judy gazed thoughtfully at the lithe, attractive teen as she vanished into the night. Well, well, she reflected, how about that? I found myself someone to look after Polly in the afternoons — and for a heck of a lot less than I’d usually have to pay.

She nodded, pleased with herself. She’s a decent enough girl, I guess… bet she’s not a virgin, though. Young women these days — they just don’t believe in purity anymore.

She wandered back inside, closing the door behind her. Hope she attends a decent church, at least. I’ll have to find some way to bring the subject up.

*****

Beth sauntered down the street toward her home, its porch light visible in the distance. Her eyes were dancing with thrilled delight, a wicked smile on her lips.

My, my, my, she told herself. Isn’t that something? Goody-two-shoes Judy Ryan, paying me ten bucks a week to fuck her little girl.

The End

*****

This story is an adaptation and major expansion of “Comforting Molly,” a very brief vignette by Leslita writer Tom. I loved this story, immediately feeling an urge to play with it. Originally, it was going to be a short piece I expected to have finished in two weeks tops; instead it grew and grew into what you see here. My sincere thanks to Tom — first, for inspiring me to create with his words; second, for generously permitting me to share the result with you.

By JetBoy

Seventeen-year-old Beth Gosford was sprawled out on her bed and idly doodling on a notepad when she received a phone call from Judy Ryan, a thirtyish divorced mother who she did babysitting work for every now and then. Beth was smart, dependable and usually got along well with the kids she looked after, so her sitting services were much in demand.

“Hi, Beth,” came the voice over the line. “Judy Ryan here. I know this is really short notice, but my sister just called — she got a pair of tickets to the Gaither Family Homecoming show. I’ve been dying to go, and the show is tonight. Could you babysit Polly for me…?”

“Sure, Mrs. Ryan. I wasn’t doing anything tonight, anyhow,” Beth replied. “I’d be happy to look after her.”

She meant it, too. Polly was one of her favorite kids to sit for, a bright, adorable girl of eight.

“Oh, thank you so much. I’ll expect you around seven,” Judy said cheerfully before she hung up.

Beth took a quick shower, had dinner with her family, then grabbed her history notes and textbook before walking over to the Ryan house, a few houses up the street.

When Beth rang the bell Mrs. Ryan opened the front door, mouth set in a deep scowl, and led Beth into the kitchen without a word.

As she entered, the teen stopped dead in her tracks. There was little Polly standing with her face in the corner, naked from the waist down. The child was crying and her bottom was bright pink from what was clearly a recently administered spanking.

“Sit down, Beth,” Judy said. “I told Polly that as an added punishment, you’d get to see what a bad little girl she is.”

Beth was aghast. “Wh-what on earth did she do?” she asked.

Judy folded her arms grimly. “I walked into the bathroom half an hour ago and found this little brat with the handle of her toothbrush up inside her bottom, touching herself between the legs. I asked her what on earth she thought she was doing, and do you know what her excuse was? She told me ‘It feels good’.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Well, I threw that toothbrush straight in the trash, put her over my lap and spanked her behind, right there and then.” She glanced over at her shivering daughter. “Now she gets to stand in the corner with no pants on until I say otherwise.”

“B-but, Mrs. Ryan… surely she didn’t do anything that bad,” Beth protested. “She may be pretty young, but it’s perfectly normal for girls to — to experiment with touching themselves. Don’t you think you might be, well, overreacting a little?”

Judy’s eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s a filthy habit,” she declared. “Even if she were older, it’s still self-abuse, it’s wrong… and I won’t tolerate such behavior in my home.” She shook her head. “You just don’t understand the importance of good morals, most girls your age don’t… but mark my words, young lady, you’ll change your tune fast when you have children of your own.” She gazed sternly at the uncomfortable teen, then with a weary sigh, her features softened slightly. Turning to her daughter, she said, “Okay, Polly, that’s enough for now, I suppose. Come on, let’s go upstairs and lay down.”

Judy took little Polly’s arm and escorted the miserable, half-naked little girl up the stairs, leaving Beth fuming in the kitchen.

God, what a bitch! the teen thought, clenching her fists in angry frustration. I knew she was a narrow-minded Bible-beater, but not as bad as that! Jeez, poor Polly…

Just then the doorbell rang. Beth hesitated, then moved to answer it, but Judy hustled downstairs, coat draped over an arm, clutching a purse. “That’s my sister. I’m off… I’ll probably be back late, all right?”

Beth took a deep, calming breath. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay with Polly as long as you need me to.”

“Good,” Judy replied with a tight-lipped smile that made Beth’s anger surge again. “Oh, and no television for her tonight. I let her out of the corner early, but she’s still being punished. Understand?” The teen nodded. “Good. See you later.” With that, she was gone.

The teen huffed angrily as she sourly contemplated the closed door. How could she treat such a sweet little girl like that? God, it’s no wonder Mr. Ryan dumped her for his secretary. Bet she’s a fucking ice cube in bed.

She imagined how ashamed Polly must feel at that moment. Then another thought drifted through Beth’s mind. How flawless, how perfect Polly’s bare bottom had been, even when reddened by her mother’s punishing hand.

Beth had known for at least two years that she preferred girls to boys, and had just recently resolved all the questions she had about her sexuality with her one and only girl/girl experience, stolen during a visit to her Aunt Madge in Tupelo while her parents had gone on a week-long couples retreat. She’d been permitted to go out on her own one night for a hamburger and a movie; instead, Beth had caught a cab and instructed the driver to take her to a lesbian bar, one she’d searched out on Madge’s computer in the middle of the night while her aunt was asleep.

There she had quickly hooked up with a cute baby dyke named Patti, a petite, playful girl with a crewcut who was only a couple of years older than she was. Patti had escorted Beth back to her cramped apartment, where the girls spent two hours indulging in hot, sweaty lovemaking.

Beth was eager to learn, and Patti was all too happy to assume the role of teacher. They began with kissing, progressed to fondling, then advanced to naked exploration in Patti’s bed, culminating in juicy oral sex. Beth was incredibly nervous when she went down on her new friend for the first time, but quickly got into it, deciding that she loved the taste of pussy as she used her mouth and tongue to bring Patti to a shuddering climax.

Once she’d caught her breath, Patti reached into her night table and, with a dramatic flourish, produced a vibrator that she switched on and applied to Beth’s vulva, teasing the girl’s clitoris until she was panting through her third orgasm of the night. Finally, Patti had positioned herself on all fours and had Beth fuck her from behind with the still-sticky toy.

By the time Beth emerged from Patti’s car two blocks away from Aunt Madge’s house, bidding the older girl goodbye with a parting kiss, there were no more doubts in her mind — she was a confirmed lesbian.

Since then, she’d only revealed this secret to her best friend Samantha, simply because she had to tell someone — and Sam was the only person in the whole world Beth could trust with the truth about herself.

But knowing the truth only made Beth’s life more difficult, at least for the time being.

If the word got out about her liking girls, she knew her life would be ruined. It was far too risky to be openly gay in the conservative Mississippi town where she lived. She hadn’t even been able to tell her parents. She planned to come out to them when she started college in the fall, more than a thousand miles from home — and if Mom and Dad couldn’t handle it, that was their damn problem. It wasn’t as if she had any intention of moving back to this hellhole after she graduated, after all.

But Beth had another, more dangerous secret, one she dared not reveal to anyone, even Samantha. Not long after first discovering her attraction to other females, she began to catch herself staring at underage girls, sometimes even children — sensing a strange hunger that had perplexed her at first, until she recognized those feelings as sexual desire.

One night, Beth decided to let her imagination run wild, to give in just once to her deepest, darkest cravings. As she lay naked in bed, Beth caressed her arms and thighs while picturing herself cuddling little girls, kissing their faces, their mouths. She dreamed of slowly undressing a cute prepubescent moppet, baring her childish body until she was nude.

As she pressed a hand tightly between her thighs, fingering herself in a lustful frenzy, the panting teen saw herself licking at the girl’s smooth slit, giving her the precious gift of sexual pleasure. Making her feel wonderful, unimaginable things.

It was a vision that made the seventeen-year-old come like nothing else ever had — and the guilt she felt afterward wasn’t enough to purge her of those forbidden cravings. Eventually Beth learned to accept her lustful feelings for little girls, all the while wishing there was some way to make her fantasy come true, just once.

Even little Polly had sometimes been a participant in Beth’s fantasies. But then again, Polly was an especially beautiful child, with lustrous blond hair, bright blue eyes and a sweet nature that made looking after her a delight.

Now Polly was in bed upstairs, miserable and in need of comfort. Did she put her panties back on? Beth wondered, or is she still half naked? That image was enough to propel her into action, and she quickly mounted the stairs, already formulating a plan.

First, Beth went into the bathroom and rifled through the cabinets until she located a bottle of hand lotion. Then she knelt down by the wastebasket, poking about inside until she found the pink child’s toothbrush. She took it to the sink and carefully cleaned the handle, slipping it into her pocket before she entered the girl’s bedroom.

Polly was lying on her tummy, softly crying into the pillow. And yes, her bottom was still bare. Beth felt a flash of arousal that made her lightheaded.

She sat down on the bed, next to Polly. “Poor baby,” she murmured sorrowfully, “your mom really went to town on you, didn’t she?” Unable to resist, she bent down and gently kissed each reddened cheek of the child’s buttocks.

“I didn’t m-mean to be b-bad,” Polly stammered through her tears.

“Shhhhh, sweetie… don’t cry. I’ll make your bottom feel all better,” Beth soothed.

Polly sighed and quieted herself, sniffling every now and then.

Beth squirted some lotion on her palm, rubbed it briskly into her other hand, then placed them both on the warm, soft globes and moved them about, gently working the soothing cream into Polly’s buttocks.

“Oh, that does feels better,” the little girl sniffled after a few seconds. “Th-thank you, Beth.”

“I’m happy to do it,” the teen cooed, rubbing the child’s bottom more firmly now. “And you’re not bad, Polly… no matter what your mom says. There’s nothing wrong with touching yourself that way.”

“Really? There isn’t?”

Beth smiled. “No, sweetie — it’s just a part of growing up, and learning all about your body. Tell me, have you done that before, with the toothbrush? Or was today the first time?”

“No, not today,” the child mumbled. “Most times, I play with the toothbrush after school, when Mommy’s not home from work yet.” She paused, sniffled. “I use’ta just d-do stuff to my tinkle… but then I found out I liked to play with, um, my bottom, too.”

“I see,” Beth replied, a certain warmth growing beneath her belly. “So you put a finger in your butthole, huh?”

Polly giggled at her babysitter’s crudity. “Yeah! It felt really good. Then… I dunno, I just sort of got the idea to use the long part of my toothbrush.” Her punishment suddenly forgotten, the little girl warmed to her subject. “First I took all my clothes off, then I p-put it in my… my butthole!” She laughed, then drifted into a wistful sigh. “Guess I shouldn’ta done that when Mommy was here, huh?”

Beth paused in her rubbing of Polly’s buttocks. “Listen to me, sweetheart. Your mother was wrong to get angry at you like she did. You were just making yourself feel good, that’s all.”

She felt the child tremble. “B-but Mommy says that God g-gets mad if you touch down there…” Polly whimpered.

Beth seethed inside, striving mightily not to lose her cool. “Don’t listen to her, Polly — not about that. She’s wrong. God wouldn’t have given you a part of your body that feels good if he didn’t want you to use it for that, would he? That would be a totally mean thing for him to do. Like… like giving a kid a big beautiful toy and telling him ‘You can’t play with that toy. All you can do is sit and look at it’.” Bending down, she placed a tiny kiss on Polly’s tear-streaked face. “God’s not mean, though, is he? God wants you to be happy.”

“I… I guess so.”

“It’s true, sweetie. You shouldn’t stop touching your — your pussy. If your mother doesn’t like it, just be careful not to let her catch you.”

God, I can’t believe I’m telling her this, she marveled. But I don’t care — Mrs. Ryan’s being a total cunt. Imagine teaching a little girl to be ashamed of masturbation!

“Is that what you call it?” the girl hesitantly asked, “Your p-pussy?”

“That’s the word big girls use,” Beth murmured. “Don’t ever say it around your mom, though — she’ll get mad.”

“Okay,” Polly replied. “Um, so… do you ever touch your, um, pussy?”

Her lotion-slicked hands gliding all over the little girl’s bare bottom, Beth leaned down until her lips were brushing Polly’s ear. “I sure do, honeybunch,” she whispered. “Pretty much every day. And it’s a lovely, beautiful thing.” Straightening herself, the aroused teen began to massage the child more boldly, her fingers traveling between Polly’s buttocks and inner thighs, almost but not quite touching her intimate places.

Polly sighed blissfully. “Mmmm, that feels really good.” She lay quietly for a moment, then softly said, “Beth?”

“Um-hmm?”

“C-could I maybe… touch my pussy right now? Would that be okay?”

Beth’s lust soared at the thought of this half-naked child masturbating while she watched. “Of course you can, sweetie,” she cooed, trying not to give away how excited she was.

Polly slid a hand under her belly and between her legs, cupping her bare slit… and as Beth stared in happy disbelief, began to fondle herself — tentatively at first. Gasping in surprised pleasure, she breathed, “Oh, golly… it feels even better now!”

Beth was alive with sexual heat, her own sex practically dripping. Polly’s bottom was so warm and soft under her fingers, and all Beth could think about was what else she’d like to do besides just rub it…

Knowing she was crossing a line but unable to restrain herself, Beth reached for the lotion bottle and drizzled some of the creamy liquid on her finger. She used her left hand to gently spread the girl’s buttocks apart. The pink pucker of Polly’s anus came into view and winked hotly at her — almost as if it were blowing a kiss.

“I’ll bet you’re a little sore here too, honey,” she said. “You ought to put lotion on your bottom hole before you stick anything into it. Promise me you’ll do that next time?”

“O-okay,” moaned Polly, her body moving restlessly about on the bed as she rubbed at her slit.

“I saved your toothbrush, Polly,” Beth continued, taking it from her pocket. “I even washed it off for you. Now I’m going to show you the right way to play with it.”

Beth applied the lotion to the little girl’s anus with her fingertip, spreading it all over the puckered opening.

“Oh, Beth… that feels so funny!” Polly squeaked. “But k-kind of nice, too.”

Beth continued to gently massage the child’s rosebud until it was coated with lotion, then took the toothbrush from her pocket and quickly lubricated the handle. Placing the tip against the tiny hole, she slowly pushed her way into the girl’s rectum.

Polly gasped, then whimpered, too dazed with pleasure to speak.

“See, baby — it feels so much better when it’s all nice and slippery, don’t you think?” Beth purred.

“Oh yeahhhh… that feels w-wonderful!” Polly moaned. “It’s like what Mommy does when I get sick, an’ she takes my temper’ture… b-but way better!”

Beth grinned wickedly. So, goody-two-shoes Mrs. Ryan is the one who got her little girl into ass play without even knowing it, huh? The irony of it delighted her. Meanwhile, the sight of Polly responding to her anal probing turned the lesbian teen on something fierce. The child’s rectum had now taken nearly all of the pink toothbrush handle.

Taking a quick glance at Polly’s busy fingers while they rubbed at her slit, Beth was delighted to see they were visibly moist — further proof, if she needed it, that the child was turned on and ready for anything. And Beth knew exactly what pleasure she wanted to share next with her underage friend…

Carefully extracting the toothbrush handle from Polly’s butthole, Beth put it to one side and rolled the excited little girl over onto her back. Polly paused in her self-exploration, unsure of what was going to happen.

Leaning in, Beth gently moved the girl’s hand to one side and examined her bare sex. “Hmmm… you seem to be a little sore here, too, angel,” she crooned, lightly grazing the smooth cleft with a fingertip, making the child shiver.

Heart pounding, Beth bent down to plant a kiss on the little girl’s sex. Startled, Polly gave a nervous giggle, then her voice trailed off into a moan as Beth kissed it again, more firmly this time.

The lust-filled teen had never imagined that she’d ever get the chance to do such a thing to a little girl — but here she was, nuzzling Polly’s pussy, feeling its moisture against her parted lips.

Throwing caution to the winds, she took a lick at the child’s vagina. Then another.

“Oh, wow!” Polly cried, her fingers tangling in the teen’s flowing auburn hair while Beth bathed the quivering eight-year-old’s vulva with her tongue, going down on her like a lover would.

Yeah, she told herself, that’s it… I’m gonna be her lover.

“Beth… omigosh, Beth, that’s so — so…” Polly panted, squeezing the older girl’s face between her thighs.

Beth savored the warm honey of the little girl’s cunt, loving the tart flavor. Sex candy, she thought with a smile.

But Polly’s pleasure was growing too intense for Beth’s comfort. True, she wanted to make her little lover come, if it was possible to — only without frightening her.

Beth raised her head. “I’m going to make you feel really nice, Polly — better then you ever have when you touch yourself. Just don’t be scared, okay? I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“It’s okay!” blurted the wide-eyed child. “I’m — I’m n-not scared.”

Beth moved once more between Polly’s trembling thighs. Bringing two fingers into play, she sought out the tiny tip of the child’s clitoris, then covered it with her mouth.

There was silence for a brief moment — then a choked cry burst from Polly’s throat as the older girl suckled at her clit. The cry rose to a wail, the wail to a scream.

Now Polly was snatching frantically at the sheets, head thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Beth couldn’t remember ever having been so excited in her entire life. I’m making her come! she silently shouted. I can’t fucking believe it, I’m making her come!

She took the mewling child to ecstasy’s peak, then drew back, resisting the impulse to bring her off a second time. Instead, Beth soothed the little girl’s sex with tender kisses as Polly drifted down from her climax.

Finally, the girl lay quietly, motionless but for the rise and fall of her chest.

Beth let Polly rest, rising to her feet and tugging the t-shirt she wore over her head and off. Stripping off the rest of her clothes, the now naked teen joined Polly in bed, drawing the flushed moppet into her arms.

“Mmmmm, Beth,” Polly sighed, hugging the older girl tightly. “I love you…”

“I love you too, sweetie,” the babysitter cooed.

Suddenly Polly’s eyes popped open in astonishment. “Beth?” she gasped. “Omigosh — y-you don’t have any clothes on!”

“That’s right,” Beth replied, “I took ’em off. You know why, Pollybelle? ‘Cause I want to be naked with you.”

“Uh… how come?” asked the girl, her brow furrowed slightly.

“How come?” echoed Beth. “Because it feels nice, silly!” She began to move her body against Polly’s, touching as much of the child as she could. “Don’t you like how this feels?” Her thigh was gently pressing into the girl’s warm vulva.

Polly’s expression slowly changed from puzzled to awed. “Mmmmyeah… I see what you mean.”

Beth extended her tongue to lick at the edge of Polly’s ear, then whispered, “Why don’t you take off your top, babe? Then we won’t have any clothes on at all! Won’t that be fun?”

“Okay!” chirped the girl, who sat up and struggled out of her Bugs Bunny t-shirt, then defiantly hurled it across the room. “Oooh, look at me now!” she cried gleefully, spreading her arms wide to present herself. “Yaaaay — I’m naked!”

“Good for you-hoooo!” Beth giggled, applauding. “Now c’mere, cutie” — she gave Polly a sexy come-hither look — “lie back down with me, and we’ll cuddle some more.”

Polly happily nestled into her babysitter’s arms, resting her cheek against the older girl’s bare breast. They lay together quietly for a moment, then the child lifted her head. “Beth?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Could I, uhhh… can I do something to make you feel good now? Like you did to me.”

Beth turned her head to gaze at Polly. The child was smiling sweetly, so eager to please. “Sure you can,” the teen replied, “but how ’bout I teach you something first? Something really nice!”

“Okay… what is it?”

Beth nuzzled the little girl’s face. “How to kiss.”

Polly gave a brief snort of laughter. “Duh… I already know how! I kiss Mommy every night when she tucks me in.”

“Not like that, Polly,” Beth retorted. “I mean a real kiss — y’know, like they do in movies, and on TV.”

“But… girls don’t kiss girls like that, do they?” asked Polly, a quizzical look on her face.

“They do if they love each other, babe… and I love you. Let me show you what it’s like.”

She lightly pressed her mouth to Polly’s in a barely-there kiss, then another. She parted her lips slightly, allowing them to linger for a moment, then drew away for a few seconds before kissing the child a third time. Her tongue emerged to flick playfully at Polly’s lower lip, and the startled little girl inhaled sharply.

Beth broke away, giving Polly a soothing smile. “Relax, sweetheart. Just let it happen.”

“Sorry, Beth,” the girl mumbled, giving her babysitter an sheepish smile. “G-guess I’m a little scared.”

Wrapping both arms around the naked child, Beth gave her a hug, patting her bare back. “It’s okay, Polly… I’m kinda nervous too. Know why?” Relaxing her embrace, she gazed at Polly, heart racing as she confessed her deepest desire. “It’s because I want to make love to you.”

The little girl’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Really?”

“Yeah, really!” Beth laughed. “Actually, I’ve been making love to you all along, sweetie. When I touched your butthole, and pushed the toothbrush in for you… and when I, y’know, licked your pussy, that’s what I was doing.”

“Making love…” Polly breathed. “So — that’s why you wanna s-show me how to kiss, huh?”

“Yep. I want us to be girlfriends, Pollybelle. Would you like that?”

Slowly, the child nodded, a dreamy look in her eyes. “Uh-huh… I would, Beth. I — I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“Well, then, I’ve only got one thing to say…” Beth placed a hand on Polly’s boyish chest and began gently stroking her.

Polly shivered as the teen’s fingertips brushed her nipples. “Wh-what’s that?”

Beth gave her young companion a bad-girl grin. “Less talking… more kissing,” she purred, moving in to claim Polly’s mouth with hers. The child stiffened for an instant, then melted into Beth’s embrace.

When Polly relaxed, her lips parted slightly — and Beth seized the opportunity, circling the opening with the tip of her tongue. This time the little girl responded, whimpering as she gave herself up to this new pleasure, allowing herself to be kissed like a lover.

When Polly’s tongue began to timidly engage with hers, Beth coaxed it forth, encouraging the child. Soon the babysitter and her young charge were sharing passionate kisses, Polly’s arms twined lovingly around Beth’s neck.

After a few minutes Beth gently drew away, giving the little girl an enormous smile. “Jeez, Polly,” she cooed, “you’re really good at this.”

“Am I?” Polly replied happily.

“Oh, yeah… Now I think you’re ready to make love to me for real. Just like I did to you.” Slipping out of their embrace, Beth rolled onto her back, gazing expectantly at the child.

Polly sat up, nibbling her lip as she stared down at the naked teenager. “Uh… can I kiss your b-boobs?”

“You don’t need to ask, babe,” Beth replied. “We’re girlfriends now, remember? So you get to kiss me, touch me — anywhere you want!” Reaching for Polly’s hand, she gently drew the child closer. “Why don’t you lie down next to me, and I’ll help you get started.”

Polly dutifully stretched out beside Beth, who drew the little girl on top of her in a hug, rocking to and fro for a moment before letting her go. “Here, Pollybelle,” Beth murmured, offering her young lover a breast. Polly’s eyes drifted shut as she parted her lips to accept the taut nipple, then began to timidly suck.

Beth allowed her legs to drift apart, and Polly’s thigh slipped between them, the girl pressing into her teen lover as if by reflex. Feeling the warm wetness of Beth’s sex against her skin, a surprised Polly lifted her head.

“Uh… did you just pee?” she asked.

“No, silly,” Beth giggled, pausing to kiss the tip of Polly’s pert nose. “I’m just excited, ’cause you’re sucking my nipple and it feels so good. That’s what happens to women when they make love, y’know — their pussies get wet.”

“Oh, okay. I get a little wet down there when I touch it. But not nearly as much as you!”

Beth laughed. “You will baby, when you’re older.” Taking the child’s hand, pausing to kiss Polly’s fingertips, Beth guided it between her legs, watching her prepubescent lover’s eyes widen as she touched a woman’s sex for the first time.

“Gosh,” Polly whispered in awe, “it feels so, so — hot down there!” She grinned bashfully. “Um. C-can I take a look at your p-pussy?”

“Oh, honey,” Beth replied chidingly. “of course you can. Like I said — we’re lovers, you don’t have to ask those kinds of things!”

Polly blushed. “Well… Mommy says it’s rude to stare, so…”

Beth touched the child’s lips with a fingertip, shushing her. “Forget what she says, Pollybelle. When it’s just you and me together, and we have all our clothes off — we get to make our own rules, okay?”

“Sure,” piped Polly, nodding her head. “That sounds pretty good.”

Grinning, the teen lay back down, parting her thighs. “You can still check out my pussy, if you want. Go ahead — lie down and take a really close look.”

Getting up on all fours, Polly crawled into the space between Beth’s spread legs and lay down, her nose only a few inches from the teen’s vulva. She gazed wide-eyed, enthralled by the sight. Beth had chestnut-hued pubes, neatly trimmed into a thin triangle framing the glistening pink flesh of her vagina. Polly’s nose detected the thick, musky scent and she inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma as she would that of an exotic flower.

“Beth?” whispered the little girl, “I think… I think it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” She reached out, hesitantly touching the dark curls, then probed within, her fingertips exploring the warm wetness of her older lover.

“Mmmmmmyeah, that’s really good, Polly,” Beth purred, spreading her thighs even wider.

Growing bolder, Polly allowed her fingers to roam, gliding up and down the rosy cleft. The child absently nibbled at her lower lip as she caressed Beth’s cunt, growing more and more excited as the teen began to moan.

“Oh yeah, honeybunch,” Beth panted, encouraging her young lover. “I love that. Uh, Polly… can I ask you to do something else for me? Something that’ll make me feel even better?”

“Sure!” blurted Polly, thrilled to be playing such sexy games with her favorite babysitter.

Raising herself onto both elbows, Beth gazed adoringly at the nude child. “Would you kiss my pussy, Pollybelle — like I did for you? I know it seems kinda gross, but it’s not, really it isn’t.”

Polly peered thoughtfully at the older girl’s glistening sex, then nodded her head. “Okay.”

Every atom of Beth was pulsing in anticipation as she watched Polly slowly draw closer. She felt blond hair tickle her inner thighs, sensed the warmth of the girl’s breath.

Then angel-soft lips were brushing the teen’s slit as little Polly placed a brief, cautious peck there. The child paused, pondered, and moved in to kiss Beth there once more, this time allowing it to linger.

“I love you, Polly,” Beth whispered, clutching her breasts.

Polly didn’t reply, caught up as she was in the rich scent and flavor of pussy. It tasted different, that was for sure — but kind of nice, like some strange, yummy vegetable she’d never had before. She nuzzled the juicy flesh, Beth’s fluids coating her lips.

This is so fucking incredible, Beth marveled, placing a trembling hand on either side of the girl’s head to encourage her — not that she needed any. Polly was now sucking at her older lover’s vagina, practically nursing at it.

An image of the eight-year-old nymph innocently taking nourishment from a woman’s cunt flashed through Beth’s mind. If I was her mother, I could have raised her to do this, she thought. First baby nurses from my breasts, then from my pussy. Wow, what a freaky idea!

She shivered, imagining it: her very own daughter Polly as a toddler, naked and lying on her belly between Mama’s legs, burbling happily at the sight of Beth’s juicy cunt. In her mind she saw herself, gently guiding the baby’s face into the glistening pinkness.

It was at that very instant that Polly’s tongue brushed the tip of the teen’s clitoris, and Beth cried out in mixed surprise and rapture.

Quickly taking a deep breath, she gasped, “Oh yeah, Pollybelle, yeah! K-keep doing that, right there.” With trembling fingers, Beth indicated where she needed to be pleasured most.

Polly was quick to obey, taking the tiny spear of her babysitter’s clit between her lips to suckle. She slurped happily at Beth’s pussy, heart swelling with pride at how grown-up this made her feel. How cool was that? She could do sex stuff now, just like a big girl!

Mouth slack, staring at the ceiling, Beth sensed the onrush of her orgasm, welcomed it.

Beginning as a prickle of warmth in her belly, it quickly mounted into a rush of raw heat that swept heedlessly through Beth’s slender form like wildfire — raging, roaring, out of control. She was trembling violently, making tight fists with both hands, fingernails biting into her palms. “Oh, God!” she gasped. “Oh, Polly… yes! Ooooooohhhhhhh! F-fuck yes, baby — mmmm, suck m-my pussy… ohh! Uhh! OHHHH!” Her shaking hands moved to cup the little girl’s head, cradling Polly’s face to her sex.

As for Polly, she was in love with making love. Everything about this was awesome — the heat and wetness of Beth’s pussy, its rich and mysterious flavor, the older girl’s sobs and cries of pleasure and, best of all, the knowledge that she, eight-year-old Polly, a little kid still in first grade, was the one making her beloved babysitter feel so good.

And now… now we’re girlfriends! Polly reflected, the very idea giving her a delicious shiver.

She suddenly imagined herself and Beth on Valentine’s Day, nestled together on the living room couch, exchanging cards reading I LOVE YOU, making that vow real with a hug and a sexy kiss.

Then she saw herself in church, standing next to Beth before a smiling Reverend Sloane, both girls in white wedding gowns of taffeta and lace, holding hands as the minister joined them in marriage.

Thinking about it made her heart thump wildly. Right then, nothing seemed more magical than the possibility of becoming Beth’s wife, of loving her forever and ever. Though kissing her pussy is pretty great, too, Polly admitted, still nursing at the older girl’s clitoris.

Her romantic reverie was interrupted by Beth’s hand, giving her shoulder a tight squeeze. “Th-that’s enough, babe,” gasped the teen. “I’m kinda s-sensitive down there now.”

Lifting her face from Beth’s sex, Polly raised herself into a kneeling position, giving Beth a quizzical look through her mussed hair. “Umm, did I — did I do okay?”

Beth couldn’t help but emit a joyful laugh at the sight of the prepubescent girl, her lips and chin glistening with wetness, wondering if she’d made a decent job of her first attempt at oral sex.

Polly’s expression went from dazed to hurt in an instant — and Beth hastened to reassure the child, reaching out to take her hand. “You did better than okay, babe. In fact, you were fantastic!” she cooed, tugging gently at Polly’s arm to draw the naked nymph into her embrace.

Polly, all smiles again, snuggled into her babysitter’s arms. “I love you, Beth,” she sighed, gazing at the older girl with adoring eyes. “I really, really, really love you!”

Beth’s heart thumped wildly as the realization struck her: she now had a lesbian lover of her very own, and it was a little girl of eight! She didn’t know whether to feel exuberant or terrified. Right now, I’ll settle for happy, she told herself, hugging Polly’s closer, burying her nose in the child’s sweetly scented hair. “I love you too, angel,” she whispered.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

My lover Sera and I are relaxing together after a very satisfying fuck in the dormitory room we share. Her strap-on cock rests on the end table, still glistening from a very intense workout inside my body.

She smiles winsomely and murmurs, “Hey, Kris… tell me about your mother again.”

“What about her?” I play it coy, lifting an eyebrow.

Sera scowls. “You know. Tell me about — about how it was. Between you and her.”

“Jesus,” I laugh. “You never get tired of hearing that, do you?” I glance at her breasts, still showing signs of the playful love bites I’d left on them.

Sera flashes me a bad-girl grin. “It gets me hot.” She slowly runs a hand up my thigh in a way that was clearly intended to stoke my passion all over again. It’s working, too.

I place a hand upon Sera’s, halting her in mid-stroke. “Sure, babe… I’ll tell the story, but please — stop doing that, or I’ll never make it to the end.”

She holds up both hands in surrender, smiling wryly. “Ho-kay… I’ll be good, promise.”

I lean in to kiss her luscious mouth, then whisper, “You can fuck me again when I’m done.”

Sera’s eyes seem to penetrate my soul. “Mmmm… bet I’ll totally want to fuck you by then, too.” She lies back, cupping her breasts.

I study her thoughtfully. “Remember when I first told you… about me and Mom?”

“Do I ever!” she grins. “I also remember how nervous you were.”

I nod. “That’s true. I’ve never told anyone about her, you know. I was scared that you might, well, freak out. Maybe even get pissed off at me.”

Sera laughs. “Not even close. Hell, I was so fucking turned on that I couldn’t get you naked fast enough.”

I gaze deep into her eyes. “So, after that night… did you ever imagine yourself making love to me, back when I was that young?”

She mulls her words for a long moment, then finally says, “Yeah… I kinda did. I don’t know, it’s not like I’m into little girls. But the thought of being with you, the same way your mom got to be… well, yeah, I admit it, that gets me excited.” She peers at me. “Does that seem creepy?”

“No,” I smile, placing a hand upon her thigh. “I love you for it.”

Sera’s face is dreamy with desire. She slips into my arms, and we kiss hungrily. Lost in my passion for her, I reach down to cup my lover’s ass, pressing my thigh between hers. She is already wet, ready for me.

But then she pushes me away, a determined look on her pixie-like face. “No, not yet. You have to tell me the story… then we fuck.”

I wince. “God, you are brutal.” Rolling onto my back, I sigh, “But I always do what you want, don’t I? Hell, I might as well be back at home with Mom.”

Sera licks her lips. “You love it, though.” She reaches out to take the tip of my breast between two fingers. “And you should know better than to talk back to me like that…”

Her fingers pinch my nipple hard, and I gasp, seeing stars. Jesus, I felt that right down to my clit. In fact, it had nearly been enough to make me come. That’s why I was so smitten by Sera — she could play my body like a virtuoso.

I stare at her, unable to speak, hoping that she would give my other nipple the same treatment.

Instead, she rolls onto her back, placing both hands behind her head. “Enough fun and games, baby… it’s story time.” Her voice is low and seductive, but something in Sera’s tone makes it clear — this time, she means to be obeyed. “C’mon, honeypie, tell me about your mother. How it was.”

So I tell her.

*****

I’m sprawled across my bed, doing addition problems for school tomorrow. A seemingly typical third-grade girl, a few weeks away from her tenth birthday. I concentrate, then write a few numbers in my workbook. Eight and five makes thirteen, carry the one…

That’s when you walk into my room, wearing a white see-through nightgown. My homework is suddenly forgotten as I see the look in your eyes… that special look, the one that says Mommy’s in the mood for loving.

Slowly I rise to stand before you, heart hammering in my chest, the math book and my pencil falling to the floor.

Your eyes burn into mine as you take my hand, holding it for a moment, your thumbnail lightly scratching against my palm… then the breath is wrenched from me when, with a sudden hard tug, you pull me against your body, taking my gasping mouth in a kiss that quickly becomes hot, urgent.

I wrap trembling arms around your waist as you thrust a probing tongue between my lips, your stiffened nipples pressing against me through the gauzy material of the nightie… then you break away. Your lips, now moist from kissing, curl into a knowing smile.

“Hello, my sexy little angel… how are you?” you say softly, a fire banked deep in your eyes.

“Better… now that you’re here, Mommy,” I answer shyly.

You draw me to you for another probing kiss, all the while rubbing your full, round breasts against my flat chest. Your tongue explores my mouth as you reach down for the hem of my Strawberry Shortcake top, then pull it up and off, carelessly letting it drop. I feel your fingers brush my nipples, making them tingle. This magic you perform upon my little-girl body never fails to excite me, and I moan into our kiss.

You abruptly pull away, leaving me tottering on quivering legs as you stand before me… my strong, beautiful mother. Oh, Mommy, I adore you.

“Undress me, child,” you demand.

With shaking fingers I slip the straps of the nightie down over your shoulders, baring the creamy orbs of your breasts. You shrug the garment to the floor and step from it, leaving you nude but for a pair of black panties that are tied together at your right hip.

I reach for the string to undo the knot, but you stop me with a firm hand on my arm.

“Not yet,” you say. “Kiss my nipples first… lick them.” As you speak, you clutch the back of my head and pull me into you, drawing my face into the jasmine-scented warmth of your breasts.

There is no need for you to force me to pleasure you, as my mouth is already watering to taste your rosy nipples, yearning for the thrill of feeling them respond as I suckle them… but somehow your roughness always makes it better, makes me need you all the more.

I kiss wildly at the soft flesh of your breasts… then your grip relaxes, and I can now suck a taut nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue in circles around the pink bud before I switch to the other, repeating the process. Then I run my tongue over the pert tips of your breasts one at a time, licking them with all the love in my heart.

Suddenly you push me roughly onto the bed. I lie there trembling, wanting you so badly I can taste the very need within me, tart and sharp.

With a knowing smile, you slide my shorts down and off to reveal tiny pink underpants, the ones you love to see me wear. Then stepping back, you undo the tie that fastens your panties and toss the skimpy garment to one side, leaving your body completely bare. A whimper escapes my lips at the sight of your naked beauty… and the lush thatch between your thighs that I worship.

Kneeling next to me, you slide your hand inside my panties, seeking my wetness… and finding it. Though I am still a little girl, you are always able to make me moist and sticky down there.

The tip of your finger slowly slides along the length of my babyish slit. I gasp from your touch, clutching my little hands into fists … and you slip that finger into my vagina as you climb on top of me, taking my lips in a crushing kiss. The weight of you upon me is exquisite. I suck at your tongue as it explores my mouth, my body rocking in time to that probing finger, now making little circles inside me.

I desperately wish you would go deeper into me, crave that with every atom of my being. But you are always careful to only penetrate me so far and no further, not wanting to break my hymen — something I didn’t even know I possessed until you described it to me. When I timidly asked you why it had to be that way, you only smiled and said, I’m saving that for your twelfth birthday, sweetheart.

As your finger wriggles about in my body, I imagine that longed-for day, a little more then two years from now. I know what fucking is, and how a man’s penis fits inside a woman… but for me it will be different, better. I have you, my wonderful, sexy mommy, to fuck me. You even have a penis of your own to wear, that I will take deep, deep inside my body. I shiver deliciously at the thought of it… my hips now moving in tempo with your finger as you work it in and out, in and out.

Then I whimper in sweet agony as you withdraw from me, delaying my pleasure. You bring the moist finger to my lips.

“Suck it,” you order… and I do so, loving the taste of me on you.

Rising to your feet, you murmur, “Good girl,” then reach for the waistband of my pretty pink panties, sliding them down my quivering legs… leaving me naked but for my socks.

Slowly, you kneel between my thighs and lightly kiss what you know is yours, fully aware of how excited I get when, without warning, you become gentle… and I wait for the hard, forceful loving that, sure as night follows day, is soon to come.

A tiny cry escapes me as your lips tenderly brush against my throbbing vulva… and then you suddenly claim my pussy with your mouth as if you wish to consume me whole, licking, nibbling and sucking at my bare slit. I buck my hips crazily in response, my breath hissing through clenched teeth, helpless from the pleasure you give me. I moan and squirm beneath you, my fists beating the bed as the sensations flickering through me grow in intensity.

In the midst of ecstasy my lips silently form the single syllable: cunt. You taught that word to me; it can’t be found in the Golden Books or Easy Readers that line my bookshelf… but the hard sound that names the warm, secret place between my thighs is a note of sweet music to my ears. I mouth the word again: cunt.

Your mouth glides up to the very top of my slit to take the tiny clitoris between your lips… that most mysterious part of me, the fleshy key that unlocks the magical place inside my body where all the nicest feelings are. I freeze, head thrown back, all but forgetting to inhale… then you nibble gently at the pink pearl.

An incandescent flash of white fire roars through my slight frame, and I can feel my back arch in response as an orgasm consumes me whole. “Oh Mommy yes! I’m c-coming!” I scream.

I am lost to you. My body is yours to command, and you take me over a rollercoaster of ecstasy that seems to wrench me this way and that. Every time the pleasure seems to diminish, a kiss or lick from your loving mouth has me gasping in renewed delight. Finally you raise your head from my sticky sex, licking your red, red lips. Through a blissful haze, I hear you laugh lightly at your conquest.

Lying down beside me, you pull me to you and kiss me roughly, letting me taste myself on your lips. My tongue emerges to circle your mouth. Finally you pull away, smiling at me in a significant way.

I know that look, know what it means… and I shiver in anticipation.

“My, my, what a little firecracker my daughter is,” you purr. Then your tone shifts, becoming hard. “But I didn’t give you permission to come, did I?”

I blush and look away. You grab my chin, forcing my face up to yours.

“Don’t look away from me,” you say, with that quiet, dangerous tone that makes me feel all trembly inside. “You know you’re my little plaything. My love toy, to do with as I see fit.” My heart races as I shakily nod my head. “Say it!” you snap.

“Yes, Mommy,” I say, voice thick with excitement, “I am your toy…”

“Good girl,” you say, reaching down to pinch my left nipple. I let out a moan of pain… or pleasure, it’s hard for me to say which.

“Turn over, my sweet, and lie over Mommy’s lap… she has to punish you now,” you murmur. I’m tingling from head to toe, thinking of what is to come.

I squirm around to assume my position, stretched across your naked thighs, burying my face in the cool haven of the sheets. I lie there submissively, sex tingling as I ready myself.

“Now, baby… Mommy’s going to spank your cute little ass,” you tell me. “You’ll get five smacks for coming without my permission… and five more because it pleases me to see your beautiful bottom turn red.”

“Oh no, Mommy! Please… that’s too much!” I sob, not meaning it for a second.

“Silence, child,” you hiss. “You know that your cunt will be dripping when I’m done.”

Then you begin.

The feeling of your hand against my bare bottom is incredible, each slap an explosion of pure pleasure. I wail out loud with each stroke, as if I really were in agony. You continue to spank me, taking your time, making every blow count. My nipples are so hard they ache, and I feel my buttocks jiggle with every smack of your hand. I’m clutching the blankets tightly, biting my lip until the spanking is over, trying not to let myself come again.

Finally the last delicious blow is struck… and I lie there, spread across your lap, sobbing with delight and trying to make it sound more like pain.

“Shhhh, baby,” I hear you say, and feel you tenderly caress my sore bottom. “What a good girl you are,” you croon as your hand slips between my slightly parted thighs. You were right, of course… my cunt is dripping. “Mmm… that’s Mommy’s little love.” I moan and move against your fingers as they explore the folds of my pussy, finding clear evidence of wantonness.

My need for orgasmic release has renewed itself, as if you hadn’t just brought me off minutes ago… but I know my duty, precious Mommy. I can sense what you need, what you want. You’re now ready for me to bring you off, your sex aching for the touch of my mouth.

First, though, I must ask permission to please you…

“Please, Mommy,” I meekly implore, “please, may I have a treat?” God, I so desperately want to show you my love. The rich scent of your sex thickens the air… it tantalizes me, drives me wild.

You turn me over on my back and crawl up to kneel above my face. You straddle my head and lower your pussy to within inches of my mouth… but you stop just out of reach of my lips. I cry out in frustration, my mouth watering for you.

“Beg me,” you simply say. And I do.

“Oh please,” I gasp. “Please let me taste your pussy, Mommy. I’ll be such a good girl, I’ll do anything you say! Please, Mommy, I adore you… I want to love you so much.”

Satisfied, you lower your cunt to my already open mouth… and I press a kiss into your wet heat, thick pubes tickling my nose as my lips part and my tongue emerges to slip inside you.

“That’s it, lick Mommy’s pussy. Oh, yes. Just — ooh — like a good little girl,” you gasp.

I make love to your flower, rolling my tongue around inside. Then I trail my way up to the clitoris, teasing it with a few light licks, then back down to lap at your cunt… which now flows freely, the creamy fluids coating my lips and chin.

I eat you for a long while, slaking a thirst of mine for your pussy that seems to have no limit. The taste of you is ambrosia, the warmth of your sex against my mouth a lover’s caress. I wish I had the strength to pleasure you for days on end.

After a few minutes of my oral loving you are about to come, I can feel it. But before that can happen you stop me, then turn around and face the other way… positioning yourself so that your apple-round ass is right above my mouth. Your hands reach down to part your cheeks, revealing the cleft of your anus. “Now my asshole, child,” you breathe.

Without hesitation I dive in, licking and kissing at your crack, my tongue gliding up and down between your buttocks. I know that you are enjoying my attentions when you start to moan loudly, pressing your bottom into my face.

“Ooohhh… p-put your fingers inside me!” you demand.

I reach around your body, my hand blindly seeking, then finding your cunt… and I wriggle two digits into you, deep as I can get them to go.

“Fuck me, little one!” you moan, your hips already starting to pump against my thrusting hand. I happily oblige.

My tongue presses into the sweet star of your anus in a hopeless attempt to enter your rectum. I can never fully penetrate you — your asshole is too tightly clenched for that — but you love the way it feels when I try.

I recall how shocked I was the first time you ordered me to lick you there, even though I had already tasted your pussy before and loved it. Of course, my hesitation only made you all the more determined to have your way… so you pushed me onto my back, then pressed your ass into my face, parting your buttocks to reveal the dark pink jewel, awaiting the caress of my tongue.

Needless to say, I quickly came to love rimming you. Something about it seemed so wild, so downright nasty, that it thrilled me more than any of the naughty games we played. I remember the next day at school, when I sat surrounded by other girls in their plaid skirts and Mary Janes, filling in our coloring books with stubs of crayon… wondering how they would react if I suddenly told them, I put my tongue in Mommy’s bottom last night.

My fingers pump in and out of your pussy, my tongue circles your rosebud, and your body trembles atop mine while I pleasure your two holes until, once more, you are very near to orgasm… but again you withdraw from me, climbing off to kneel by my side.

I can only imagine how I look at this instant… your nine-year-old daughter lying dazed, lips parted, the whole lower half of my face wet with your vaginal fluids. I can only hope that the sight pleases you.

Then you bend down to whisper to me, your lips brushing my ear. “I want to fuck your sweet little ass now, child… get up and on your knees.”

I quickly assume a kneeling position, presenting my bottom to you. My buttocks are still warm from spanking, and I shiver as you gently stroke them with your long, elegant fingers. They slip in between to tease my anal cleft, and I sigh blissfully as how nice that feels.

But you have other plans for my ass… and I hold myself stock-still as you carefully mount me, draping one leg over me to rest your cunt against my bottom. I can feel your pubic fur grazing my cheeks, tickling my anus… and I wait with bated breath for you to fuck me, like you promised.

My face is pressed into the pillow as you begin to move, working your wet sex into my butt with small strokes that gradually grow larger as you find your rhythm. I love the weight of you upon me… love the feeling of your hot flesh crushing into my outthrust ass… love the warmth of your thick juices, oozing into my crack, then slowly trickling down my quivering thighs… love the sound of your breath hissing through clenched teeth as you take me.

“I’m fucking you, little girl,” you pant, slipping a hand around my body to stroke my nipples to aching stiffness. “Do you like being fucked by Mommy?”

“Yes,” I gasp, “yes, Mommy. I love it — love when you fuck me.” Another word I never knew until I learned it from you… and now that little word is what I live for. I savor the taste of it on my lips, stammering, “Fuck me, M-mommy… fuck me more!”

Instead, your body comes to a rest, and the moist fire of your sex is taken from me. I might be disappointed, if I wasn’t aware that you had yet to climax… instead, my excitement only continues to simmer as I wonder: what game does Mommy want to play now?

“On your back, girl,” is all you say. I quickly comply.

You tower above me, a vision of strength and beauty. As ever, I’m smitten with adoration by the sight of you… desperately eager to give you anything, everything you want.

You caress my cheek, and a surge of pleasure wafts through me at this token of affection. “I want to try something new, little one,” you murmur, transfixing me with your gaze. “All you have to do is lie there.”

You move up to the head of the bed and slowly straddle my head. I raise myself from the pillow, lips parting as I move in to place an open-mouthed kiss upon your cunt… but you stop me, firmly grasping my shoulder.

“No,” I hear you say. “Don’t move… stay completely still — that’s what I want.” I lie back again, detecting the fierce need in your voice. “I’m going to fuck your face, child… If you behave, and let Mommy have her way with you, perhaps she will give you a special treat.”

I lie quietly, heart thudding in my thin chest. I wasn’t sure exactly what you were about to do to me, only that you didn’t want me to move. But oh, sweet Mommy… if you only knew how hard it was to lie beneath you, gazing up at the glistening pinkness of your cunt, nestled within the tuft of brown curls, breathing deeply of your luscious scent and needing to take you in my mouth, but not permitted to do so…

Then your hot, wet flesh descends onto my face, pressing against my closed lips. I hear you gasp as your hips shift, and you rub yourself languidly along the line of my jaw. Your essence coats my mouth and chin, moistening my cheeks as you wield your pussy like a paintbrush.

A shudder of pleasure runs through your body, sparking a similar reaction in me. I open my eyes to gaze up the magnificent height of you, head thrown back, frantically clutching your breasts. Now you are grinding your cunt into my face, fucking me just like you said you would — there really is no other word for it.

Your vagina is so wet that it squishes as you rock against my mouth, and my nostrils fill with the rich aroma of your sex. The scent intoxicates me, makes my head reel.

As you ride me, I can hear you speak. “Oh, yes, little girl… let Mommy fuck your precious little mouth… my little fuck toy… feel h- how wet my cunt is for you… oh, God yes, my baby lets m-me fuck her so — so good… oh, yes. Oh. Oh — my — f-f-f-fucking GOD–“

And suddenly you start to convulse and buck atop me, coming all over my face. I’m soaked from you, lips dripping with the warm wine from your vagina. I can barely breathe… but I don’t care. I want you here, sitting on my face, using me as an instrument of pleasure, blessing me with your climax.

Your pleasure hits an unimaginable peak, and a choked scream escapes your lips… then you slowly relax on top of me, slumping to one side but still perched upon my face. “Kiss me,” you whisper, “kiss my pussy, angel.”

I understand what you need from me now — gentle loving, nothing too intense — so I nestle between your thighs, tenderly kissing your sex. Soft, little-girl kisses.

Then my face is suddenly bathed in coolness as you raise yourself from me, then bend down to kiss my mouth, humming with delight as you lick the wetness from my lips. You sit up to gaze down upon me… and my heart soars as I take in the pleased expression on your face.

“Well done, little lover,” you purr, crawling between my spread legs. “You were a good girl, so here is the treat Mommy promised.”

You lower your face to me and take my cunt into your mouth, pressing your tongue inside. I’d been so occupied in pleasuring you that I had almost forgotten how desperately my own body was crying out for release… but you knew, didn’t you, Mommy?

With your wonderful mouth you honor me, give your child the sweet, sweet gift of a mother’s love… and suddenly I am coming so hard that I actually black out for a few seconds.

When I come to, I’m cradled in your arms. The fever of your violent lust is now broken, and now all is warmth and tenderness between us. My mother, my lover. My goddess.

“I love you, Mommy,” I whisper.

You roll over, drawing me into your embrace. “I love you too, my beautiful little girl,” you sigh, caressing me all over. Your mouth seeks out mine, and we gently kiss.

We spend the rest of the night cuddled together… and in the morning, I awaken to the sight of your adoring eyes, gazing into mine. You reach out to touch the tip of my nose, then we hug one another tightly. No words are needed.

We share a bath, lovingly washing away the evidence of last night’s loving from each other’s bodies… then pad hand in hand into the kitchen to make breakfast, the two of us still naked.

Ninety minutes later, you drive me to my third grade class. We exchange adoring glances and whispered endearments the whole way to school… but I know that you are also dreaming of the hot, sexy games of passion that we will play this evening.

*****

“Jesus,” gasps Sera, her head hitting the pillow next to mine, “you nearly suffocated me, babe!”

“Sorry, c-couldn’t help it,” I pant. “That… that thing you do to my clit, where you pinch it with your lips… Jesus, it sets me off like a, a fucking volcano!”

Sera rests her chin just above my breasts, hitting me where it counts with those bedroom eyes. “Oh… that just shows how much I get into hearing you talk about your mother, sugarbuns. Brings out the nasty little girl in me.” She licks her lips, now sticky with my essence.

I lazily stretch my limbs. “Mmmmmm… good, ’cause I do loooove that nasty little girl.”

She studies me thoughtfully for a moment, then softly says, “And you two still fuck one another — you and your mom.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “Well… sort of. I’m still Mommy’s plaything, after all — she fucks me.”

Lying back, Sera places both hands behind her head, staring dreamily at the ceiling. “God, I don’t know why thinking about that gets me so damn hot.” She snickers. “I wouldn’t fuck my mother with a dog’s cock. ‘Course, she’s a hoity-toity society cunt.”

“Is she good looking, at least?” I query, rolling over to nuzzle the soft hair that grows under Sera’s arms, now somewhat moist from her workout between my legs. God, she smells great.

She shrugs. “After about half a million bucks of cosmetic surgery, she looks like a voodoo doll to me. Hey, stop tickling!” She shoves me away from her armpit, then nods toward the snapshot of Mom propped on my desk. “Your mother is way sexier than mine could ever be… I’d let her do me any old day.”

I grin. Time to spring the surprise I’ve been saving up since this morning…

“You really mean that?” I murmur.

Sera sits up, lifting an eyebrow as she studies me intently. “Well… yeah. Sure. Why d’ya ask?”

I lie back, languidly placing a hand over my cunt. “I called Mom this morning, just after class. Told her about you and me.”

“Um… so, what did she say?” Sera is trying her best to keep her voice cool and casual, but I’m not fooled — I can sense her rising interest.

Oh, she wants to meet you,” I purr, teasing my slit with a fingertip. “She said, and I quote, ‘I want to get to know this little friend of yours. Bring her home with you this weekend’.”

Her mouth drops slightly open as she digests this little tidbit of information, then she hesitantly asks, “Um, when you say she wants to ‘get to know’ me — you mean…?”

“Come on, Sera.” I fire back. “You know exactly what I mean. My mother wants to fuck you.”

I wish I had a camera at that moment, to capture the thunderstruck expression on my lover’s face. “Ho-lee shit,” she whispers. “So… well, what does that involve, exactly?” She sees the exasperated expression on my face. “Look, Kris. You can’t just — just drop that in my lap with no explanation. I mean…” Sera pauses, fumbling for the right words… not something she has to do often, believe me. “Okay, let me put it this way. What do I need to know before going home to do the nasty with you and your mother?”

“Well, you’ll have to leave that take-charge personality of yours behind,” I murmur. “In my home, there’s only room for one top bitch, and that’s Mom. She calls the shots.”

Sera mused, then nodded. “Okay… sure. Hell, it sounds kinda interesting, being a bottom for a change.” She gazes evenly at me. “I might have to be a little… hard on you, after we get back. Can’t have you forgetting who’s top bitch in our relationship.”

I’m feeling a low throbbing, deep down in my cunt. “Seems fair,” I meekly reply.

Sera lies back, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. “Anything else I should know?”

I edge closer to my lover, already thinking about going down on her again. “Yeah. Whatever clothes you have that make you look the youngest… pack those. Mom’s way into the little-girl look. And, um, speaking of which… you need to shave your pussy.”

She sighs. “Yeah, I s’pose that makes sense.” Twisting her neck to peer at me, she points at the tuft of hair in her left armpit. “Do I have to lose this, too?”

“Dunno,” I shrug. “Guess you can leave it for now… Mom might order you to shave it off, though. And don’t even think of telling her no if she does.”

“Damn… your mother is one serious dom, huh?”

“Serious as a heart attack, babe.”

Sera props herself up on an elbow, facing me. “There’s one thing I want to know. How sure were you that — well, that I’d go along with this little lesbian orgy?”

“Pretty sure,” I answer.

She nibbles her lower lip thoughtfully. “Well… what if I’d said no? Told you that your mother could go pound sand up her ass?”

I laugh. “Oh, I’d get you to come along somehow… I have to bring you home, she said so!”

Her eyes narrow. “You have to?”

“Yeah.” With that, I reach for Sera and roll onto my back… pulling her on top of me, where she belongs. Gazing deep into my lover’s eyes, I slowly lick my lips. “Mommy’s orders.”

By JetBoy

I stood nude before the mirror — a girl of nine, studying her body.

Caressing my flat chest, I teased my nipples with the tips of the fingers, loving how they grew tingly and stiff to the touch. I turned around, peering over a shoulder at the twin ivory globes of my bare bottom, then spun back to face the glass, drawing closer to admire the baby-smooth cleft of my pussy.

“Mommy?” I called.

“What?” she loudly replied from down the stairs. I could hear her bustling around in the foyer, collecting her keys and purse. “Aren’t you ready yet, honey?”

“Um, almost. Can I not wear panties today?” I could feel a lovely warmth down below as I fingered the line of my slit.

I was aching with excitement, just imagining it: walking through the supermarket wearing a flimsy dress with nothing underneath, girls and women watching me with lust in their eyes. I grinned at my naked reflection as I recalled last week, when Mommy and I went to the mall. I wore a really thin tank top and a skimpy pair of white shorts without panties, and got exactly the kind of response I’d hoped for — a few sexy ladies gawked at me, and one really hot teenage girl brushed up against my ass several times in the video store after she caught me checking her out.

Standing in the doorway to my bedroom, Mommy folded her arms, an exasperated but amused look on her face as she realized that I hadn’t even put on socks yet, much less anything else.

“Julie, Julie, Julie,” she sighed, coming over to where I stood to kneel behind me, her arms slipping around my waist. “What on earth am I going to do with you?” She gazing at me in the mirror with laughing eyes, her fingers gliding over my tiny, erect nipples to tweak them playfully as she held me from behind.

I turned around and hugged her, rubbing my naked body against her clothed one. “I know something I’d like you to do to me, Mommy…” I murmured.

She drew away, giving me a stern look. “Now, honey, behave… we’ve got to go to the store, or it’s old pizza crusts with ketchup for dinner tonight. You can wait until we get back home to play.”

“Fine,” I mock-pouted, then gave Mommy my sweetest smile. “But I don’t have to put on panties, right?”

She snickered. “Okay, okay, you little sex fiend. C’mere, though — let’s find you something to wear that won’t get us both arrested.” Mommy began to rummage through my clothes closet, holding up different hangers to the light, examining the dresses and tops that hung from them.

Feeling a certain wicked impulse, I crept behind her and thrust my hands under Mommy’s dress, fondling her beautiful big bottom through the silky panties she wore. She gasped as I ran my fingers up and down her butt crack, a sweet shiver surging through her body.

“Honeyyyy… you have to stop that now, or we’ll never get out of here!” she moaned, clumsily breaking away from me, clutching one of my dresses to her heaving breasts.

My mother’s face was flushed and I knew her cunt was dripping, but I decided to show her mercy. “Sorry, Mommy,” I said, giving her my best Innocent Child look. “Your bottom looked so pretty that I just had to touch it…”

“I swear, you are such a little tease,” she scowled, taking a buttery yellow sundress from its hanger and holding it up in the air for me to slip into. “It’s a good thing I love you so damn much, or I’d swap you to the gypsies for a — a space heater, or something.”

I smiled a sneaky smile, allowing her to slide the dress down my outstretched arms and over my body. She smoothed the material where it covered my stiff nipples, and I felt a twinge of pleasure that nearly made my legs buckle beneath me. It doesn’t take much to get me hot and bothered.

Pausing to calm my simmering arousal, I stepped into my sandals, put on a blue beaded necklace, then turned to present myself to Mommy with arms spread wide. “How do I look?”

“You’ll do,” she nodded. I could tell that she loved what she saw; knew that the temptation was strong for her to rip my dress off and take me, right there on the bedroom floor. “Now get that adorable little behind down to the garage and into the car, before I lose control of myself.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did…” I began.

She interrupted me with a brisk slap to my bottom. “March!” she commanded, nudging me out into the hall and to the top of the stairs.

I pranced down the steps two at a time, then looked back up at Mommy, flipping up my dress to give her a quick peek at my bare butt. She just grinned, making a loud kissing sound as she followed me downstairs. I knew what it was that she really wanted to kiss!

It thrilled me to make my mommy all excited, to make her need me. It’s this warm, beautiful secret that we hold in our hearts, binding us together for always and always. Since she and I became lovers when I was eight, we’ve been closer that any mother and daughter I know.

We made our way into the garage. Mommy opened the car door on my side, and I jumped up into the seat, tugged the seat belt across my middle and buckled it shut. She slid into the driver’s seat and fastened hers. One of her titties was hanging over the seat belt, so I reached over to lightly pinch her nipple. I’m such a bad little girl — but Mommy loves it, even if she has to pretend sometimes that she doesn’t..

Still, we do have errands to carry out, so she gives me her Please Behave look as she starts up the car. “Baby girl, I adore you to pieces, but you best stop with the wandering hands, else I’ll push that innocent looking face between my legs and make you eat me right here in the front seat, okay?”

I giggled, darting my tongue in and out like I was licking her pussy, and she couldn’t help but laugh. With a toss of her head, she pulled out of our drive, turned into Kefauver Lane, and we were off.

A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket. I opened my door and jumped down onto the asphalt. It was a steaming hot day, and my tiny sandals didn’t protect my feet from the heat very well. Dancing about on the sticky pavement, I seized Mom’s hand and led her inside.

The supermarket was delightfully cool, and the gently moving air seemed to flow up my dress and between my legs. I held my hair up off my neck to dry the sweat that had formed there, then drew away the front of my dress. My nipples instantly began to stiffen, like they always do when I get turned on. All of a sudden, I was so horny that I could have screamed.

Mom noticed, of course. “My, aren’t we perky this morning?” She pulled me to her, slipped her hand down inside the top and brushed my nipples with her fingers. I whimpered, feeling a storm of need rising in my belly, running wild in all directions. Hardly anyone else was shopping right then, so she continued to tease me mercilessly.

“Oh my God, Mommy,” I panted, “You’re making my pussy drip down my leg. I’m g-gonna come if you don’t stop!”

With that, she backed me against the frozen food door, thrust her hand beneath the dress I wore and deftly eased one finger into my cunt, her thumb seeking out my throbbing clit.

I hugged her arm, my hips jerking almost violently as waves of pleasure enveloped my childish body. I shuddered, trying to stifle my moans as Mommy finger-fucked me right there in the supermarket, where anybody could see us if they came down the aisle.

“Fuck me, Mommy,” I blurted, caught like a wriggling fish on my mother’s busy fingers. “Ohh, oh God, I’m c-coming… unh, unh, unh, ooooohh!” My jaw was clenched, eyes squeezed tightly shut as I came. I was pressed against cold glass, but inside me it was all raw heat.

Mommy held me securely with her free arm until I calmed down. Her hand vanished from between my legs, then I felt her carefully wiping the sweat from my face with a handkerchief.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Mommy bend down to kiss my cheek. “There. Now, let’s get on with the shopping, ‘kay?” Pushing the cart along, she gave me a wink and casually sucked at her wet finger. I followed closely behind, tiny aftershocks of ecstasy making my stride a bit unsteady.

Our shopping cart eventually filled, Mommy and I made our way to the checkout counter. I was leaning against the side, watching the belt carry our groceries to the cashier. I absently pulled up the hem of my sundress to wipe my face, then suddenly realized that there was a woman standing behind me who’d gotten a good look at my bare bottom.

Stealing a quick peek at the lady, I saw that she was really attractive — the kind of older woman who totally turns me on. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was ogling my butt, so I wiped my face again like it was the most natural thing in the world, giving her an even better look.

She nervously smiled at me — then that smile disappeared as I pulled my dress up again, all the way this time; gathering it under the chin so that my nude body was completely exposed to her wide-eyed stare.

The woman gasped and turned even redder — and I watched her tremble, lower lip quivering as she drank in the sight of my pert nipples and baby-smooth slit. I twirled a bit, so she could see even more of me.

Most people would be shocked if they knew how many grown women are turned on by young girls, but not me. I recognize them nearly everywhere I go — ladies stuck in boring marriages, or dating one stupid man after another and wishing for something better. Those are the women I like to tease the most, giving them scary, exciting feelings; fantasies of making love to a little girl like me. Like this lady in the checkout line. If I followed her into the parking lot and told her that I thought she was pretty, and she could do whatever she liked to me… well, before you knew it I’d be stretched out on the back seat of her car and she’d be licking my pussy. I could see it in her eyes.

I arched my back to make my stiff nipples jut out, then parted my legs so that my pussy, now visibly moist, was in plain view. Sensing what I was up to, Mom kept the cashier distracted while I exposed myself to my new grownup friend.

The side of the counter felt cool against my bare bottom. The lady’s mouth was hanging open, and she was practically shaking as I let my dress slowly slide back down, gazing innocently up at her like I had no idea of what I’d just done. She turned her flushed face away, trying and failing to compose herself.

I heard Mommy’s voice behind me. “Time to go, honeybunch.” I turned and followed my mother to the exit, actually skipping a few times.

“Well, that was quite a show you put on in there.” Mommy said, as we loaded our grocery bags into the trunk. “God, I was as turned on as the lady that was watching you. So, baby girl… did she like what she saw?”

I beamed at her, nodding emphatically. “Uh-huh. She was kinda scared, but I know I could’ve got her into bed if I wanted.”

“I don’t doubt that,” she laughed. We climbed into the stifling heat of the car and I buckled up, pushing my dress down between my legs to absorb the moisture that lingered on my bare pussy. “You’re such a sexy, luscious little munchkin… hard to believe that there’s any woman that wouldn’t want you.” She fired up the car; pulled out of the parking lot.

“Doesn’t matter,” I shrugged, patting her leg, then leaving my hand there. “You’re the only lover for me, Mommy.”

She gave me an adoring look, the kind that turns me into a puddle inside. “Awww… what a sweet baby girl I’ve got.”

I sat back, enjoying the afternoon air as it rushed through the lowered windows, gently stroking my mother’s thigh. “Y’know something, Mommy? You made me feel really good in the store, but I’m still feeling horny for some reason…”

“Yeah, like that’s something new.” she smirked, “So what do you want me to do about it, sweetheart? We just have to be careful, that’s all. It could get me in big trouble if anyone caught us.”

“Yeah, I know, but I love to make love with you so much… and it’s even better when we do it out in the open. Why don’t we pull off the big road and go where there’s nobody around, then we can fuck. Pretty please?”

She began to speak, hesitated, then shook her head with a wry laugh. “How can I say no to an offer like that?”

Letting my seat belt out enough so I could lean in close to Mommy, I placed a kiss on her cheek. “I love you, Mommy. You’re so good to me.”

She reached for my hand, gave it a squeeze. Her eyes were already searching for an exit road; one suitable for a little private lovemaking.

Mommy had always found it hard to say no to me, even when I was practically a toddler. I never threw noisy fits, cried or pouted to get my way. I’d mastered the art of persuasion early on in life.

I realized by age eight that I was a lesbian. Young as I was, it just made sense to me to prefer girls to boys. A few months later, I decided I wanted Mommy to be my first lover. And I seduced her, made her mine.

I picked an evening when she and I watched a movie with some sex scenes in it, including one with two women making love. I could tell she was aroused, and decided to make my move on her that night. She’d had a couple of glasses of wine, and I figured that would work in my favor.

About fifteen minutes after we went to bed, I got up, took off my nightshirt and panties and tiptoed naked into Mommy’s room, pausing first at her door to peek inside. My timing was just right — she was caressing herself, but hadn’t begun to touch her pussy yet.

I crept over to the bed and crawled in, snuggling up to Mommy, thrilled to discover that she was nude, just like me. She took me in her arms, though I could tell she was disappointed about not being able to finish masturbating. I smiled to myself. Don’t worry, Mommy… I’ll take care of you.

I began to touch her all over, placing tiny kisses on her face and neck. She liked that a lot, thinking it was only her daughter being affectionate.

But my touches and kisses slowly grew bolder, more intimate — and by the time Mommy figured out that I was making love to her, she was too aroused to say no and send me back to my room.

Oh, she tried to resist at first, once she understood what I was doing, but I simply whispered, “I’m in love with you, Mommy… I want to be your girlfriend.”

That left her so overwhelmed that I was able to give Mommy a kiss, a sexy one — and when her lips parted in surprise, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, kissing her like the lesbian lovers in the movie. I guess she simply couldn’t resist kissing me back, her tongue meeting mine. Soon, she was touching me, her hands drifting down to fondle my bottom. That was when I knew that I had what I wanted.

We did everything that night. The lesbian film clips I’d searched out online had been my instruction manual, and I put what I’d learned to good use. I burrowed between Mommy’s legs and licked her dripping cunt until she came, then she had me perch on her face and brought me off with her mouth and tongue. We even took turns licking each other’s buttholes. And it seemed as if we couldn’t stop sharing eager kisses, our mouths coming together again and again.

Since then, my mother and I have enjoyed each other’s bodies lots of times. Mommy even took me on a trip to the Bahamas, calling it “our honeymoon.” One day, we went out in the ocean on a rubber raft and made love, only a few hundred feet away from the beach. Hearing the voices of people so close by while Mommy licked my pussy made me come harder than I ever had before.

Now Mommy was looking left and right as she drove, seeking a side road that would give us the privacy we needed. Suddenly, with a victorious grin, she signaled and turned onto a gravel road, one that our growing suburb had yet to expand into. She continued this way for a mile or so, the car churning up clouds of dust as we went. Finally, Mommy guided us into the shade of an enormous pine tree and shut the engine off.

Turning in her seat, she gave me gazed warmly at me. “How’s this, sweetie?”

I only smiled as I quickly unfastened my seatbelt, opened the door and jumped from the car, running around to Mommy’s side. I took her hand, urging her without words to follow me. Leading her on, I climbed onto the hood, spreading my legs wide apart. Mommy had a white car, so it wasn’t too hot to sit on in the summer’s heat.

I grasped the hem of my dress with one hand, tugging it up until my cunt was bare and glistening; knowing it was a sight that Mommy couldn’t resist.

Sure enough, she stared at me, softly murmuring, “Oh, Julie. You’re so beautiful, so perfect…”

I rolled over onto my belly, reached up and grabbed the top of the hood, hoisting my dress even further until it was hiked up under my arms. My cheeks were wide open, giving Mommy a full-on view of my butthole and pussy. I was wet, aching for the touch of her yummy mouth.

“Please, Mommy, d-don’t make me wait for it… lick me!” I begged, taking off my dress and letting it drop to the ground as I turned over and lay down, my butt pressed against the warm, smooth surface of the car.

A stray breeze kissed my body as Mommy slowly ran her hands up the insides of my legs and in between, gently teasing my cunt with her fingertips. She glanced around to make sure we were all alone, then lowered her face between my legs and began to lick my wet hole.

I was squirming on the car hood, hanging on for dear life. Sweat made my body gleam as Mommy ate me out — her tongue bathing every inch of my pussy. She kept toying with my clit, too, until I was gasping and panting for breath.

Then Mommy suddenly slid a finger deep, deep into my vagina.

That set me off. “Oh, God! Oh, that feels soooo g-good, don’t stop, oh Mommy, Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh. Oh, faster, Mom, faster! Mmmmmmyes, fuck me, fuck me, Mommy, harder, harder, oh yeah… oooh yeah, I’m coming. Oh!”

I screamed as an orgasm grabbed me, wrenched my body. They just kept coming, too — one after the other. It was awesome, the way that my sexual pleasure seemed to grow stronger and more intense every day. Was that because I was growing up?

But I’m only nine, I thought, as I slowly recovered, lying spent on the car. I’m still a little girl.

Mommy wiped me off with my sundress, then bent to coo in my ear that she loved me more than life itself. I sighed happily and grinned at her as I slid off the hood and hugged her tightly, tilting my face up to hers so we could share a messy, pussy-wet kiss. I adore my mommy so much… I always want to be like this with her.

“Can I make you come now?” I asked, reaching under her skirt.

“Not here, baby,” she laughed, playfully dancing out of reach. “I’m not quite as brave as you are. Let’s wait until we get home.”

Carelessly throwing my dress into the back, I climbed into my seat and relaxed, still completely naked, as Mommy cranked up the car and took us back on the gravel road. I was glowing inside from the loving she’d given me, so I just sat quietly, gazing out the window at the scenery until we got home.

I helped Mommy unload the groceries, carry them inside and put everything away, dressed in nothing but my sandals. Once we’d finished, I blew her a kiss and raced upstairs, headed for the bathroom. I wanted to be nice and clean for Mommy when I made love to her.

Turning on the shower, I soaped up my body, then stood in the soothing, cool water and played with myself for a while without making myself come, then climbed out and dried off. I brushed out my short blonde hair and went downstairs to find Mommy.

She was waiting for me in the master bedroom. I felt a thrill at the sight of my mother, fresh from the shower and without a stitch of clothing. Her skin was rosy, hair still wet as she fluffed it with a towel.

She smiled at me over her shoulder, and I padded over to where she stood, reaching out to run my hands all over her big, beautiful bottom. I gave Mommy’s butt a few playful kisses, and she shivered. Then I spread her cheeks wide apart and licked up and down her crack.

She moaned softly. “Oh, angel,” she whispered, “Mommy loves her baby girl so very much… Mmmm, my sweet little lover.”

While kissing and licking her butthole, I slid a hand up between her legs to touch her furry cunt. I adored Mommy’s big bush — how it looked, how soft it felt when I licked her. On the other hand, I loved my bare, smooth pussy, and had decided that I’d always keep it that way.

Mommy parted her legs to give me room, then leaned over to grip the bedpost as I began to explore her pussy with two fingers.

In the mirror I could see Mommy fondling her breasts, pulling on her nipples, eyes shut, a dreamy look on her face. I fucked her harder, adding more fingers to the action until my little fist was pushing into her cunt. She bucked her hips, panting frantically, her moans growing steadily louder as my arm went deeper into her vagina, rising to a fierce cry..

“Tell me, Mommy,” I blurted, “t-tell me how you love it when I fuck you!”

She began to rave, the words rushing out of her. “Oh God, Jan, fuck me honey, that’s it, shove it in me, fist me hard, oh God, that f-feels sooo good… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh, oh, oh, unh, oh God, sweetie, I’m gonna c-come, oh God, I’m coming, honey, fuck me!”

I pumped furiously in and out, in and out. Her breasts bounced like crazy as she came, jerking violently as each glorious spasm surged through her body.

Finally she gasped, “Oh, stop, honey. I can’t take any more!” My hand emerged from her with a slurping sound as she pulled away.

Mommy more or less collapsed on the bed, staring blankly through glazed eyes. There were juices oozing from her cunt, droplets of sweat beaded on her heaving breasts. Clambering onto the bed, I knelt between Mommy’s thighs and buried my face in her bush, giving her pussy soft, soothing kisses.

As soon as she caught her breath, I climbed onto the bed and stood above her, looking down. Mommy knew what I wanted — and she reached out for me, guided my body until I was straddling her face. Moistening her lips, she drew me down to her mouth and began to nibble at my pussy. Then her tongue joined in the fun, and things got very hot and jumbled in my head.

Wanting to play, I reached out to fondle Mommy’s full, luscious breasts, shivering when she moaned into my cunt. My left hand continued its journey downward — across her soft tummy, then lower, so I could play with the hard nub of her clit. Her nose kept teasing my butthole as she licked me into a frenzy.

We were both making all kinds of happy, ecstatic noises that I couldn’t put a name to while we pleasured one another, only she was muffled by my cunt covering her mouth.

Mom and I strained against each other, then cried out in unison as we came together in one huge lunge that almost threw us off the bed. Mommy arched her back and I shrieked at the ceiling as she suckled my clit, my fingers moving wildly between her legs.

Finally, our pleasure faded and we relaxed. I crawled into Mommy’s arms, and she kissed me tenderly. I kissed her back, enjoying my taste on her lips and chin. We lay together a long time, then we got up to take another shower — only this time we did it together, lovingly washing each other, getting clean in the nicest way imaginable.

She dried me, and then I dried her, and then we went out to the kitchen to get something to drink. As she sipped iced tea and I drank a cold soda pop, we grinned at each other like cats that ate the canary.

But who was the cat and who was the bird? I thought, and giggled.

*****

This story is based on another, extremely short tale that I saved a long time ago and have been unsuccessful in finding since then. I reworked it for my own amusement, then played around with it now and then through the years. Recently I shared my version with a friend, who strongly suggested that I make it public. So I rewrote the story one last time from start to finish, adding new parts and additional dialogue. In the end, even though the basic plot of the story was created by another, the words here are all mine. My fervent thanks to the original author, who I hope to locate one day.

By JetBoy

 

 

I was just arriving home for my first visit since starting college nine months earlier. The road was dusty, and a thick haze of June heat hung over the Kansas landscape as I tooled my Civic through the twisting roads that led to the family house.

School had been an amazing experience, but I’d missed my mother and baby sister something awful. After a week of grueling exams, nothing in the world appealed to me more than the prospect of summer vacation in my beloved home town.

My heart swelled with joy as I made the turn into our driveway. The prodigal daughter, returned at last.

My mother came running out when my car pulled up in front of the house, and I jumped out and ran to her. We hugged tightly, and I could feel her firm breasts through my dress as our bodies pressed together. My mother seldom wore a bra when she was at home during the summer because of the heat, and her nipples brushed tantalizingly against mine. I was stunned to feel an unexpected surge of arousal.

I’d never fantasized about incest before, but my recent experiences in lovemaking with other girls at school suddenly had me thinking about my beautiful mother in a whole new way.

“Oh, Cheri, it’s so good to have you home!” Mom exclaimed happily, an arm wrapped cozily around my waist as we made our way to the side door that led into the kitchen.

“Where’s Julia?” I asked, looking around for my younger sister.

“She got cast in the school play. She’s in rehearsal, but they’ll get her home in time for supper,” my mother said. “All Julia’s been talking about lately is how excited she is to be hanging out with her big sister again!” She laughed. “I’m warning you now — she probably won’t give you a single moment to yourself.”

“I can’t wait to see her.”

“Julia’s grown up a lot in the last year, you know,” Mom said. “You might not recognize her — she’s turned into an honest-to-God woman.”

I shook my head, a little awed by the passage of time. “Seems like she was only a scrawny stick of a kid the last time I was here.”

“Come sit down, Cheri,” my mother suggested. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Mom and I went into the living room and sat down beside each other on the sofa.

“So how is school?” she asked as she sat back.

“Fine — but let’s talk about that later, Mom. That drive just about wrecked my head, so I just want to think about home right now,” I murmured, stretching myself.

“I’m so glad to see you, hon,” she said, impulsively giving me another hug.

God, her body felt so good against mine. I had to calm down before my newfound arousal revealed itself. I’d done some wild things since starting college, but I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on by my own mom!

“Y’know what, Mom — let’s talk in my room. I want to put my clothes away so they don’t get completely wrinkled,” I said, getting to my feet and reaching for my bag.

“Sure,” Mom said, and we climbed the stairs together.

Entering the cozy, familiar space of my bedroom felt so damn good that I got a little misty-eyed. It was as if I’d never been away. Mom had even put a bunch of fresh-cut flowers in the vase I kept on my dresser.

Tossing my suitcase on the bed, I unfastened the latches and flipped the case open.

“My goodness… you have some very nice clothes, hon,” she said as she lifted a rouge-red dress out of the suitcase, holding it out at arm’s length.

“Why don’t you try it on? We’re about the same size,” I suggested, as I began hanging my things in the closet.

“Oh, I couldn’t do a dress like this justice,” she said with a dismissive laugh.

“Don’t be silly, Mom. You’re thirty-eight years old and you still have a great body. You’re incredibly sexy without a bra, y’know… and I’ll bet you still look really good naked,” I told her, feeling reckless.

“Why, Cheri — what a thing to say!” she gasped, blushing.

“Well, it’s true,” I assured her, while thoughts of what I’d like to do to her luscious body burned in my brain. I wasn’t even fighting my illicit feelings for Mom now. Hell, I was practically flirting with her!

“I do try and stay in shape,” she said as she twirled around for me.

“Oh, it shows. I’ll bet you still have a lot of great sex, too,” I giggled.

“Not as often as I’d like, but yeah,” she laughed, still blushing a bit. “I know a couple of fellas who are good for the occasional romp in the sack.”

You know a woman who’d like to romp with you too, I thought, amazed at just hot Mom was making me. Only one thing to say to her right then…

“Quit stalling, Mom. I want to see you in this dress. Get out of those clothes already, and try it on!” I urged my mother, holding the dress out to her.

“Oh, all right,” she said, picking up the red dress. It was a simple wrap-around style and somewhat sheer.

My mother pulled the t-shirt over her head and draped it over a chair, casually baring her breasts. I held my breath as I looked at them — full and beautiful, with only a hint of droop. I’d seen my mother nude before, but she’d never looked so good to me as she did then. The thought of sucking her nipples caused my cunt to moisten.

“I’ll have to put on some other underwear with this dress,” Mom said as she lowered her jeans, revealing black panties. “They’ll show right through.”

“Love the panties, Mom!” I said.

“I do like sexy underwear,” she admitted.

“Don’t bother with changing them, though,” I suggested, my pulse racing. “Try the dress without panties. It looks a lot better that way.”

“No underwear. Aren’t you the bold one!” my mother exclaimed as she slipped into the dress. “Here — help me balance while I take them off.”

I stepped forward to assist. Grasping her arm, I pretended to accidentally brush the nipple of her left breast. God, I could actually see it stiffen through the material of the dress.

“These are pretty snug — but I like my underwear tight,” she said as she peeled off her black panties and carelessly dropped them on the floor.

“Wow, Mom… you are so beautiful,” I said, stepping back and admiring her figure through the tight dress.

“Oh, you! Well, I was a real looker, but let’s face it — the years have taken their toll,” she sighed.

“Are you kidding? You’re a knockout. Nice tits, great ass and a pussy that looks good enough to eat,” I said, impulsively throwing all caution to the winds.

“Excuse me?” she asked with a curious smile on her face. “How much do you know about eating pussy, young lady?”

“You’d be surprised,” I countered.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes widening in astonishment as my words sank in. I had a feeling that she understood exactly what I meant.

“What about you, Mom?” I asked her softly. “Have you ever…?”

She was silent for a moment, obviously thinking, then finally spoke. “When I was in college, I had a lesbian relationship with my roommate Vicky,” she murmured, then arched an eyebrow. “Are you shocked, hon?”

“No, why should I be? Making love with women is an incredible experience,” I replied.

“So you have slept with other girls.” she asked.

“Oh yes… and loved it,” I said, my heart pounding like a triphammer. I handed her a pair of fiery red panties that matched the dress perfectly. “Here — try these on, Mom.”

She made no move to take them, just gazed at me thoughtfully. “Do you think you might be a lesbian?” she asked.

“Just because I like to fuck women doesn’t make me gay,” I said. “I do prefer them, though. It’s been months since I last fooled around with a guy.”

“Well, I thought I might be a lesbian back in those days. I was very much in love with Vicky, you know,” Mom said wistfully. “I have to admit, I’ve thought about getting involved with another woman since your father left.”

I was nearly trembling with excitement, trying not to let my mother notice. “You’re just bisexual like me, Mom. Nothing wrong with that.” Again I held the red panties out to her. “Here, put these on.”

She plucked them from my hand. “I should warn you, these will look pretty funny on me. It’s been awhile since I’ve shaved down there,” she said, stepping into the panties and tugging them up. Lifting the skirt, she displayed herself to me. “How does it look?”

She was right — her dark pubic curls were thick enough to show around the crotch. Somehow, though, I found the sight incredibly sexy.

“Oh, not too bad. Here, I’ll try to tuck most of it inside,” I quickly said, dropping to my knees in front of her, my face just inches from her cunt.

I started to work along the edge of the elastic, pushing her pubic hair beneath the front of her panties. I let my fingers slip a little deeper each time, until they were brushing my mother’s labia. In no time at all I felt her sex beginning to grow wet — and she was making definite sounds of pleasure. As for me, my heart was pounding so frantically that she must have been able to hear it.

Unable to restrain myself another second, I reached up to grasp the waistband of the red undies and slid them down Mom’s thighs to her feet, baring her cunt. The aroma of womanly heat filled my nostrils. With trembling fingers, I reached out and stroked the warm, moist flesh.

“Oh, Cheri… it’s been so long since a woman has touched me that way,” she moaned as I teased her clitoris with my fingertips. “Don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said, leaning in to lick my mother’s slit. I ran my tongue along her labia as slowly and sensuously as possible, ending up with her clit between my lips.

“Oh my God, yes. I’d almost forgotten how good that feels. OH! Oh yes!” she gasped as she sat back on the bed, and I began to eat her cunt like a lover.

I took both thumbs and parted her labia. She spread her thighs wide, opening herself to me, and I eagerly took what she had to give. I licked and sucked at my mother, savoring her smell, her wetness, her heat, her taste — incredible!

Finally, seeing she was about to come, I trailed my hand down to Mom’s butt crack and slowly inserted a finger into her anus as I sucked her clit into my mouth.

Mom was thrashing about on the bed helplessly. She was coming like a wild beast might, wailing and moaning in ecstasy. Her cunt was a river, and I drank deep from my mother, loving every drop. My finger pumped in and out of her rectum as I finished her off.

Her body slowly relaxed into stillness, except for the rise and fall of her chest that accompanied each drawn breath.

I sat back on my heels and gazed lovingly at my beautiful mother, happy and glowing in the aftermath of sexual pleasure. And I had given it to her!

She finally sat up and looked down at me. Her face was flushed as she continued to draw deep breaths. “Oh, honey,” she sighed, “that was incredible… I don’t think anyone’s ever made me feel so good before.”

“I love you, Mom,” I said, still on my knees before her.

“I love you too, my darling daughter,” she whispered, extending a hand to me. “Kiss me, Cheri. I want to taste my pussy on your mouth.”

I crawled into my mother’s arms. We looked into each other’s eyes for a long time, then came together in a tender kiss that quickly grew heated and hungry. Her lips were soft and yielding, her tongue eager and sweet. As we kissed, her hands claimed my breasts, brushing my nipples through the faded Buster Keaton t-shirt I wore.

“You are so beautiful, Cheri,” she said, pulling away to smile at me, “you remind me of myself when I was your age.” She giggled. “Wow — it’s like I’m fucking a younger version of me. Kinky, huh?”

We kissed again. It was deep and sexy and her hands were all over me. Mom tugged my t-shirt up and off, then unfastened my bra as I kicked away my sneakers. Kneeling before me, she slid my shorts and thong down in one fluid motion.

Now that I was as naked as Mom, she drew me into a warm embrace, where we just necked for a long time. Then she slid between my legs and began to feast on my pussy.

She was an expert, bringing me to the brink of climax, only to pull back and then start all over again. She continued loving me this way until I could hold out no longer. “Oh, Mom — I’m coming!” I cried out.

She spread my legs, plunging her tongue deep into my cunt, and I exploded in an orgasm that felt like the Fourth of July. She literally drank from me as I lay in a puddle of languid pleasure.

Later we showered together, taking the opportunity to make each other come with soapy fingers. After toweling one another dry, we cuddled naked on the sofa, occasionally sharing long, deep kisses.

By the time Julia came home, Mom and I were dressed. When the car pulled up, the rear door opened and out stepped my fourteen-year-old sister. She gave a quick goodbye to whoever was driving, then turned to me, beaming as her friends drove away.

Wow! I recognized her face, but Julia’s body was something else again. She was now a blooming young woman, not the skinny kid I used to know. She was now tall and slim, with an impressive pair of breasts that rose and fell with each breath she took. Her tummy was flat and smooth, and she had long, sun-tanned legs.

My baby sister was gorgeous–and the sight of her was causing tingling sensations between my thighs that were all too familiar.

“Cheri!” she squealed as she ran to me and practically threw herself into my arms.

“Julia, you are so, so beautiful!” I exclaimed as I felt her breasts press against mine, causing my nipples to stiffen like they had when I’d held Mom.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she said, and I could feel deep flickerings of arousal surge through my body. Jesus — was I getting hot for my sister now?

“I’ve missed you too, sis,” I murmured as we broke our embrace. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my mother’s knowing look. Then I realized that she’d seen my erect nipples through the thin material of my halter top.

“Let’s go inside and have supper, girls,” my mother advised, a thoughtful smile on her lips.

*****

The next morning, we three were sitting around the table, eating breakfast, chatting about anything and everything. Mom wore a t-shirt and panties, and seeing her had me all hot and bothered again. The sexy glances she kept giving me when Julia wasn’t looking only sharpened my desire.

It was nice to have my baby sister around, but at the same time I looked forward to being alone with Mom so she and I could fuck. Then again, this newly realized attraction to my sister was working its own special magic…

“Let’s go take a dip at the swimming hole,” Julia suggested. “We can go the long way and have a nice hike through the woods, the way we used to do.”

“Sounds good, let’s go!” I said, grinning with excitement..

“Cool!” Julia giggled. “I just bought a hot new bathing suit and I’m dying to try it out.” She rose and started gathering up the breakfast dishes.

“Oh, just run along,” Mom said, “Leave the dishes to me. I’ll bet you two have a lot of catching up to do.” She turned away from the sink. “Tell you what — I’ll meet you both out there later, around noon or so. I feel like swimming, too.” She gave me a look from behind Julia’s back that had my pussy tingling.

“Okay, Mom, see you there,” Julia said, and the two of us hurried upstairs to dress.

Fifteen minutes later, my sister and I were hiking down the trail toward the quarry. She’d decided to wear short shorts and a tube top. As I marched along, watching Julia in front of me, I felt myself growing more and more aroused by my newly ripened sister.

Those shorts were riding up on her, giving me some amazing glimpses of her ass until she tugged them back down. I was only sorry that I didn’t have a better view of Julia’s front side, because I knew that her breasts had to be bouncing deliciously beneath that flimsy top.

After a while, Julia gave up the battle with her shorts which, by then, had crept quite snugly into the crack of her ass. Catching up to her when we were out in the open again, I glanced down and could practically see the outline of my baby sister’s vulva. Mmmm, she looked yummy.

“So… how’s your love life?” I asked, wanting to know her feelings about sexuality, figuring if I could keep the conversation spicy, Julia would find herself getting hot and bothered. “Are you still a virgin?”

“Cheri!” she blurted, her cheeks gone a very fetching shade of pink. Then she giggled. “God, you still know just how to get a rise out of me. No, I’ve got a boyfriend now — you remember Herman Hazel’s little brother Sam? He was my first. My only, actually.”

“Good for you!” I was thrilled to know that my sister was sexually experienced, even if it was only with a boy. “So… is the sex good? He keeping you satisfied?”

She hesitated, then spoke. “Well… I kinda have a problem with that, Cheri.”

“What do you mean?”

“Cheri, I don’t want to shock you, but… oh, I don’t know, I think there’s something totally messed up with me.”

“Why? What’s the matter?” I asked, growing intrigued.

“Well, Sam and I, um, do it as often as we can… but — oh, I don’t know, he’s good, but somehow it’s just not enough.” She sighed heavily and continued. “I can’t stop thinking about sex… and it seems as if everything turns me on. I can be sitting behind my desk, doing homework… and all of a sudden I’m tingling all over, and my panties are wet.” She paused, lost in thought for a bit, then gave me a stricken look. “God, Cheri… I’ve even been checking out girls! When we’re all taking showers after gym, I keep noticing how, um, cute some of them are.” She paused, gave me a troubled look. “I can’t even tell you the weirdest part. You’ll think I’m such a pervert!”

Okay, I couldn’t let her get away with that. “Julia, I promise that nothing you think or feel would make me think badly of you. If something’s bothering my little sister, I want to help.”

She sighed, shrugged. “Oh, okay, I’ll tell you… but if you make fun of me, I’ll rip your hair out.” Taking a deep breath, she plowed ahead. “Last week, I got turned on when Mom and I were changing clothes. I saw her naked and it made me hotter than hell.”

Oh. My. God. My heart was pounding frantically, my cunt throbbing with lust, and I had to hide it from my baby sister.

I spoke, trying to keep any trace of excitement from my voice. “Oh, Julia. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re simply a very sensual person.”

“But getting excited over Mom?” she grimaced.

“She’s a very sexy lady.” I said. “You saw a woman nude, you thought she looked hot, and it got you aroused. Simple as that.” By then, we were drawing near the swimming hole.

“I don’t know, Cheri,” she said, setting her backpack down on the ground. “I admit that I’ve been thinking about, uh, fooling around with, y’know, another girl… but c’mon, a girl shouldn’t get turned on by her own mother!”

“Listen to me, sis,” I said, taking off my t-shirt and baring my breasts, trying to make it seem completely casual. “Sex fantasies are something that all normal people have, and you can’t exactly control them. Best to just enjoy the feeling.”

She made a helpless gesture. “But I’m always getting so, so damn horny… and it drives me nuts!”

I gave her the most sultry gaze I could. “You’re feeling that way right now… aren’t you, Julia?”

“Yes,” she said lowering her head, her cheeks flushed. “Even now, just looking at you with your top off. You’re so damn sexy, sis… I can’t help getting aroused, even by you.” She gave a wail of despair. “Oh, God… what is the matter with me!?”

“I don’t mind,” I said soothingly, placing a hand on her arm, “I think you look pretty hot yourself.”

She gave me a disbelieving look. “Then it’s, like, natural for us to — to both be turned on by each other?”

“Julia,” I murmured, moving closer, “would you like to touch my breasts?”

She flushed, but then slowly nodded her head. “Yeah… yeah, I would, but you’re my sister. I shouldn’t want to. It’s wrong!”

I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Why don’t you forget that we’re sisters for now,” then flicked her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

“I… I’ve never fooled around with another girl. I wouldn’t know how,” she mumbled, looking at the ground, awkwardly playing with her fingers.

“Just touch me the way you like to be touched,” I murmured, reaching for her hands and placing them on my breasts.

Julia began to gently fondle my tits; her fingers brushing the tips of my nipples. They stiffened instantly to her caress. My sister’s eyes were alight with mounting excitement as her touches grew bolder.

Wanting to join in the fun, I tugged Julia’s tube top down to her waist and gently cupped her bare breasts. She drew a shaky breath. I began to roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and she shivered.

“Oh Cheri, that feels so good,” she breathed. I could feel her heart pounding.

“I love you, Julia,” I crooned, my hands slipping down to her hips, drawing her into my embrace. Her eyes widened as my mouth sought hers. My sister froze in shock for a few seconds, then her lips parted to accept my tongue — and she melted into my arms as our kiss grew hot and passionate.

Breaking our kiss, I gazed deep into my sister’s eyes. She was flushed, breathing hard.

“I’m going to teach you how two women make love,” I said as I slowly dropped to my knees in front of her, grasped the waistband of her tight shorts, and began to wriggle them down over her hips. I was surprised and thrilled to see that she’d gone without wearing panties.

“Damn, sis,” I said as I eased the shorts down her legs, “your pussy is beautiful…” I paused to savor the thick, musky scent of her, “…and you smell terrific!”

Julia stepped out of her shorts, then tugged off the tube top that now encircled her belly. She stood before me completely naked, her lightly-downed cunt inches from my face. “What are you going to show me?” she breathed, her fear now completely gone.

I put my hands on Julia’s ass and drew her to me. My tongue snaked out and licked gently at her slit. “Oh,” she breathed. “Oh my God.”

My mouth was soft as a feather on my sister’s sex… at first. But I soon became aggressive, lavishing hot, sucking kisses between her creamy thighs, then pushing my tongue into the liquid fire of her cunt. She was delicious.

I could feel her legs trembling, so I pulled back and smiled up at her. “Let’s spread out the blanket… I want you to sit on my face.”

She laid our old Star Wars blanket out while I kicked off my shoes, then my shorts and panties. Soon I was flat on my back, hungry for Julia’s pussy.

“C’mon, baby sister,” I crooned, idly brushing my moistened cleft with a fingertip. Gingerly she knelt above my face, then lowered her cunt to my eager mouth.

I began licking as much of my sister as I could reach, from her vagina to her clit. Her thighs gripped my face as she rode my tongue and mouth for all she was worth.

“Oh, lick me, Cheri, eat me — OHHHH!” she cried out.

I reached up and gently spread her open. Pointing my tongue, I pushed it as deep as I could into her cunt, then began thrusting in and out. She was rocking back and forth on my face and fondling her breasts, eyes closed, mouth open, quivering with pleasure.

“Oh, God, I’m ready now. G-get me off, please,” Julia gasped… and I quickly moved to take her clit between my lips.

“Yes! Oh shit, yes,” she cried as she ground her dripping slice down onto my chin. I could feel her convulse in ecstasy atop me, her wetness slowly oozing down my cheeks.

Finally, she rolled off my face and lay flat on the faded blanket beside me. I nuzzled her face and neck as she slowly recovered.

“Oh, Cheri… what have we done?” she gasped, peering up at the sky.

“Well, offhand, I would say I ate your pussy… and, by the sound of it, you loved every second,” I said, catching my breath.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said. “We’re sisters, Cheri.”

“Right now, Julia, we’re just two women who had great sex.”

“Jeez, I’m sure glad Mom didn’t catch us,” she said, making a face. “We gotta clean ourselves up before she gets here.”

“Julia, all we did was give each other pleasure. Sharing an intimate experience. Nothing wrong with that.” I paused, then decided to tell my sister everything. “For that matter, if Mom were here… well, she probably would have joined in the fun.”

“Mom join in?” she said, propping herself up on an elbow and gaping at me in complete disbelief. “What are you, crazy? She’d never do that!”

I took a deep breath. “Back when Mom was in college, she and her roommate were lovers. And yesterday, before you got home… well, she and I got naked together and fucked.”

“Are you serious?” she asked in shock. “You, you did it with our mother!?”

“Yeah, Julia.” I replied, looking her straight in the eye. “I ate her pussy… and she ate mine.”

“Wow…” my sister whispered, utterly dazed.

“She’s a very good lover, too,” I said. “Now forget this silly hangup of yours about incest, okay? Let’s just enjoy each other.” I reached for her, drawing her into a loving embrace.

We kissed gently, then Julia suddenly pulled back. “Wait, wait. You mean to say, when I was getting, you know, all sexed up over Mom… she might’ve wanted to make love to me? Right then and there?”

“Well, I wasn’t there to see, but I bet she would have if the mood was right. She was probably just as worked up as you were. More, maybe.”

“God, that’s so freaky…” Julia breathed. Then her mouth sought out mine again, and I could tell from the intensity of her kiss that my revelations about making love with our mother had that dirty imagination of hers running wild. Finally, she broke our kiss and sat up, flashing me a naughty smile. “Close your eyes, sis.”

Ready for anything, I lay back, loving the feel of the sun on my bare skin.

A few seconds later, a pair of hands gently spread my legs apart. Julia’s fingers traced a path along the inside of my thigh, moving steadily closer to her big sister’s exposed cunt. I shivered, aching for her caress.

My labia were parted by careful fingers, and I could feel Julia’s breath, warm against the moist flesh. It was obvious that she had never done this before, but I found her inexperience thrilling. She ran her finger over my clit, and I could feel my entire body pulse to her touch.

“Um… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do,” Julia said.

“It’s easy, sis — just like I told you before. If you know how to touch yourself, then you’ll know how to touch me,” I directed her without moving.

She was gentle and her soft touch was making my head swim. Julia spread my cunt open again… and I felt her tongue lash out and flick once at my clit. A moan escaped from my throat and it seemed to encourage her. Suddenly she was licking and kissing my pussy with a fervent passion. My body began to tremble as my baby sister ate me.

I could feel her little finger creep into my ass crack, and gasped out loud as she slid that invading finger deep in my rectum. Julia then began finger fucking my ass and licking me at the same tempo. The harder I bucked my hips to meet her probing tongue, the faster she worked my asshole.

Suddenly I was coming so hard that I nearly passed out. There was a long low moan that broke the silence of the clearing, rising to a wild, feral cry… and it was a moment before I realized it had issued from my mouth. My pleasure swiftly mounted to an unimaginable peak, then slowly faded, leaving me glowing all over.

“Julia, that was… it was beautiful!” I panted, relaxing into the blanket’s softness.

“I made you come,” she announced in awe, laying her cheek on my inner thigh while slowly removing her finger from my ass.

“You did, sis… and it was fucking great,” I purred.

She crawled into my arms, and we lay quietly for a long while.

“So you had sex with Mom, huh?” she finally said. “How was it?”

“It was incredible. She’s been with women before, so she definitely knew what to do.”

“Wow,” Julia murmured. “I had no idea.” She nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. “Think she’d be into… well, doing it with me?”

“I don’t see how she could resist,” I laughed. “You’re pretty damn hot, sis. Speaking of which… are you ready for more?” I was lightly caressing her pussy.

“Oh, absolutely. God, I love the way you eat my pussy,” Julia moaned as my fingers found her clit, then grinned wickedly. “Can I lick you some more while you do it to me?”

“Come to me, baby,” I said as I rolled over on my back. She straddled my head with her knees, leaned down and began to lick me again. I reached up, grasped Julia by the hips, pulled her cunt down to my hungry mouth and plunged my tongue into her.

There we were, my own sister and I, feasting on each other when we heard the crunch of footsteps approach. We quickly disentangled, managing to sit up in time to see our mother arrive.

Mom was wearing a plaid shirt that was unbuttoned nearly all the way down the front, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The shorts she wore were cut off jeans… very cut off. Julia and I were sitting together on the blanket when she walked over to us.

“Don’t you both look cute,” she said, smiling, “I see my girls have been playing lesbian games.”

“What makes you say that?” Julia asked, making an attempt to keep a straight face.

“Besides the fact that you’re both sitting close on a blanket, completely naked? Well, I can tell by how wet your mouths and chins are. Also, this whole piece of land smells like pussy,” she noted, fanning the open front of her shirt to cool her breasts.

“You feeling hot, Mom?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, I am, honey… in more ways than one,” she smiled, unbuttoning her shirt, “so I’m going for a swim.”

She kicked off her boots, then dropped her shorts and stepped out of them, revealing that she wore no panties. The shirt was the next to go. Now gloriously naked, she stood before us for a moment, then strode over to the swimming hole and stepped in.

“Let’s go in too,” Julia urged.

“Okay,” I agreed, and the two of us raced to join Mom, plunging into the cool water.

We swam and played for a while, splashed each other and laughed like kids. It was something like a dream, cavorting nude in the water with my beautiful mother and sister.

Eventually, we climbed out and made our way to the blanket. There we sat cross-legged and engaged in woman talk.

“So, Mom,” I began, “I told Julia about what you and I did yesterday.”

“Oh, I figured you must have,” she laughed. “Was she shocked?”

“Sure, at first,” I replied, glancing at my blushing sister, “but she got pretty excited about it soon enough. Actually, just before you got here, Julia asked me if I thought you might want to fool around with her.”

“Did she, now?” Mom chuckled. “Well, I might be into that.”

“How come you didn’t make love to Cheri when she was a teenager… or ever make a move on me, for that matter?” Julia asked, “I mean, we could have handled it.”

“Oh, I wanted to, but I was afraid,” Mom answered. “You girls have no idea how many times in the last few years I wanted to take you both to bed with me.”

“So you’ve had those feelings all that time?” I asked. “God, that must have been hard to deal with. I only realized how much I wanted you yesterday.”

“Yeah, well, I survived,” she shot back, smiling wryly.

“Oh, Mom,” I murmured, dipping my head to nuzzle her neck, my hand covering her right breast, “you don’t have to hide your feelings any longer. We both want to make love to you.”

“That’s right,” Julia said, leaning in close to kiss her.

We made out with our mother until she was trembling with desire. Julia kissed her way down to Mom’s nipples, licking and sucking at each one in turn. I gently lay her back on the blanket and positioned myself between her thighs. Her pussy shone with wetness, and the smell of her made my mouth water. Licking my lips, I spread her cunt open, revealing her juicy pinkness. Using two fingers I slowly began to penetrate her while I flicked at her clit with my tongue.

With Julia pleasuring her breasts and me eating her pussy, Mom was soon bucking and moaning with pleasure. Then Julia finally moved down from Mom’s tits to join me at her cunt. I withdrew, allowing my sister to taste our mother for the first time. She buried her face between Mom’s legs, licking her with relish.

Mom and Julia were really getting into making love, so I sat back to watch for a bit. Julia moved her body around without ever leaving Mom’s pussy, positioning herself so her cunt was directly over Mom’s waiting mouth. As they settled into the sixty-nine position and went at each other, I marveled at the tenderness and passion I saw in their lovemaking, how much each one wanted to please the other.

My desire grown sharp once more, I crawled behind Julia, parted her cheeks and began licking her asshole. I love anal play and, from the sound of my sister’s ecstatic squeal, she enjoyed it more than a little herself.

I could tell that Julia and our mother were both reaching the pinnacle of orgasm at a high rate of speed… and sure enough, within a few seconds both women were crying out their muffled pleasure into each other’s cunts in a blinding dual climax. When it was over they both rolled aside, panting in the heat of lust and the warmth of the sun.

My cunt was already wet again just from watching my mother and sister make love, so I began to gently finger myself as they recovered from their workout. Julia opened her eyes to see me masturbating, and she slowly rose to her knees, crawled over to me and brushed my hand away from between my legs. She dipped her face down and licked me lovingly, her eyes never leaving mine.

Mom lay down next to me and began planting sugary kisses on my face, down my neck, around my ears… and finally, on my breasts, flicking my nipples with her tongue, then lightly biting them. Wanting her mouth on mine, I grabbed Mom and gave her a long, deep French kiss. Her tongue flashed to life to duel with mine, and she began to fondle my breasts, her hand gliding over my throbbing nipples.

As we kissed like lovers, I felt Julia pushing my knees up to my chest, tilting my hips back. I felt Julia’s warm tongue trail its way down to my anus, and I gasped into my mother’s mouth as my sister pleasured my ass like I had hers.

Mom’s hand stole its way between my legs and caressed my dripping pussy, gently at first… but within sixty seconds she was fucking me hard with two fingers and rubbing my clit with her thumb. Her pace increased in speed and the frantic pumping of her hand was driving me absolutely wild. Julia was really giving it to my asshole, and it seemed as though she enjoyed anal play as much as I did.

Deep down inside, I could feel my pleasure building in intensity. I knew it would only be a matter of time until I exploded. It built inside of me like a deep-banked warmth, then hit me with a searing flash of concentrated heat. Mom purred happily as I writhed and rocked to her touch, wetness oozing down the insides of my thighs. Julia was still licking the crease of my ass with slow, even strokes.

I came for what seemed an eternity, nearly screaming in ecstasy, finally begging Mom and Julia to stop before my heart gave out.

Utterly sated, I lay back on the blanket, basking in the sunshine. My mother and sister stroked and caressed me as we nestled lovingly in one another’s arms.

By JetBoy

 
 

I’d been working for weeks on a crucial assignment for the corporation. Once the project was done, I jumped at the chance to escape the business world for a well-earned holiday.

I booked an apartment in Spain for myself and my daughter Cherry. She was in need of a break as much as I was and eager to spend some quality time with me. Cherry was almost sixteen and gorgeous.

Our holiday apartment was in Cadiz, part of a small complex with its own private beach. It was a beautiful place, and we had high expectations of having an amazing two weeks there. As it turned out, that holiday would change our lives forever.

We arrived late, so the only thing we were fit for was a good night’s rest. The following morning, we took quick showers, then went into the village to buy some groceries. After returning to the flat and pitching in to make an excellent breakfast, we decided to get started on our suntans. I had my bikini on and had been sunbathing for some time when Cherry came out. I was surprised to see that she was still wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

“Why aren’t you wearing your bathing suit?” I asked.

She shrugged, “Oh, I forgot to pack it… gotta buy a new one, I guess.”

Later that evening, we went shopping for swimwear and managed to find a shop that sold some. They were much too modern for me — the tops were very brief and the bottoms were like G-strings — and nearly non-existent ones at that. I’d seen some girls wearing them and they looked almost naked. Cherry managed to persuade me, so I bought her one. I suspected that she’d had left her old, far more modest bathing suit at home on purpose, but I let it slide.

When we got back, Cherry immediately went to her room to try her new suit on. A few minutes later she reappeared, looking very sheepish. “I can’t wear this, Mom.” she said.

I studied her in that tiny bikini. My daughter had grown up quite a lot recently — she was no longer a girl but a young woman, and her body had matured accordingly. The bikini top barely covered her breasts and enhanced their size and shape. The bottoms were cut away to almost nothing, just a thin piece of material coming from between her buttocks to join the one around her waist. Her ass was very shapely and attractive.

It was obvious, though, why she couldn’t wear the bikini. Her briefs were so tiny that pubic hair was showing all around the triangle of cloth covering her mound.

“Oh, honey,” I hastened to reassure her, “you can wear that! You just need to trim yourself.”

Almost in tears, she said, “B-but Mom, I don’t know how to. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

Poor girl… it was my fault, really, I should have realized what might happen with such a small suit. Then again, how could have I known that Cherry had never shaved or trimmed her pubes before?

I calmed her down, telling her soothingly that she really should wear the bikini. It did look great on her, I had to admit — Cherry had ripened into a stunning young woman, and the new bathing suit showed her body off beautifully.

I was on the point of offering to lend her my own razor when, without even intending to, I said something else instead: “I’ll do it for you if you like.”

I could hardly believe my own ears, and my daughter couldn’t either — she just gaped at me. I could feel my heart beating faster as I staggered on, trying to sound much more offhand than I felt. “It’s easy, really, and once you know what to do you’ll be able to do it yourself. I’ve shaved and trimmed myself for years, after all. You’ve got to learn sometime, so it might as well be now, right?”

Cherry hesitantly nodded, so I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.

Once there, I instructed her, “Take the bottoms off… I’ll be right back.”

She was too surprised to protest, and I left to get my shaving things and a bowl of hot water. When I returned, I put a towel on the bed and said, “Sit down here.” Despite trying not to let myself think of this in a sexual way, the thought of what I was about to do had me strangely excited.

Cherry looked uncertain as she sat down. She hadn’t taken her suit off yet, so I folded my arms and asked, “Are you sure you want me to do this? You can say no if you want to.”

She nervously moistened her lips. “It’s okay, Mom… you can shave me, I d-don’t mind.”

She made no move to remove the bottom half of her suit, though. I wondered if she needed for me to undress her — and soon as that thought crossed my mind, I wanted to do just that. Grasping the waistband, I slowly pulled her bikini bottom off, then slowly parted her thighs until they were wide open.

Cherry’s pubic hair was lush, though not enough to completely conceal her slit. I made sure she was comfortable and told her to hold her legs so I could get to work.

I sat in front of my daughter, gazing at her open pussy. It had been a long time since I had seen her naked, and now I was about to begin a most intimate task.

I’d decided that it would be easier to shave her if her pubes were moistened, so I soaked a small towel in warm water first. I looked at her and thought, here goes, then started to wash between her milky white thighs — first with the towel, then with my fingers.

At first I felt nervous when I touched her there, but soon got over it. In fact, the feel of her vulva was strangely pleasing to me. I hadn’t realized it myself yet, but I was becoming sexually aroused.

I rinsed her and dried her with a soft towel, then sprayed on some foam and started to shave her. I started below her vagina, working upwards until her pink labia gradually came into view. Too late, I realized that I had shaved away more than I intended.

Oh well, I thought, might as well finish it properly.

I stopped when I reached the top of her labia and then did the sides to leave a strip of hair about four centimeters wide. I did the top then, so that it wouldn’t show above her suit. Finally, I trimmed the hair quite short and the job was done. I cleaned her up and looked at my handiwork. Not bad, I decided.

For the first time, I looked at my daughter as I would another woman… a woman who was sexually attractive. I had been bisexual for years, and had been far too long without making love to a female. My heart was pounding as I stared at my baby’s gorgeous pussy. Her labia were parted and her vagina was opened slightly.

I looked up at her face, and was surprised to see that she was lying back, looking dreamily at the ceiling, both hands covering her bare breasts. I hadn’t noticed her removing her top, and the realization that my daughter was now completely naked had me tingling all over, especially between my own legs. Was she feeling as aroused as I was? “All done,” I said.

Cherry gave a little start and sat up slowly. Smiling at her, I went to the dressing table to get a hand mirror. Offering it to her I said, “Have a look at yourself — I hope you like it.”

She put the mirror between her legs and her hand shot to her mouth. She looked at me and then back at her reflection, then reached down with her fingers and touched herself, tracing the outline of her labia, obviously pleased with her new look. Her mouth was slightly open, and the expression on her face clearly told me that Cherry was turned on.

As she gently toyed with her moist pussy, I felt a lump in my chest, my sudden need growing strong. I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling like this — after all, she is my daughter.

I watched as her fingers moved between her legs, Cherry’s eyes slowly drifting shut.

I was helpless with desire, and couldn’t stop myself for anything. Heart pounding frantically, I reached out to gently touch her pussy. She gasped softly and drew her hand away as my fingers came into contact with her most intimate place.

This is so fucking wrong, I told myself — feeling only elation as I ran my fingertips up and down the warm, moist vaginal cleft. I knew I was treading on dangerous ground, but my arousal could not be denied. Her chest was heaving as I grew more confident in touching her. She was wide open and so obviously willing — before I could stop myself, I’d worked my finger up to the hilt in Cherry’s vagina.

I pumped it in and out, then added a second finger, making my daughter cry out loud. Her clitoris now commanded my attention — I rubbed at it with my other hand, and Cherry began to writhe beneath me. In seconds she exploded in a frenzied climax, groaning in rapture as waves of pleasure swept through her body.

She flopped back as if exhausted and I reluctantly withdrew my hands from her body. Cherry slowly recovered as I lay down next to her, not knowing what to do or say. I was stunned speechless over what I’d just done.

She started to speak, then rolled onto her side to face me, briefly kissed my cheek and got to her feet, leaving the room without a word.

My arousal still far stronger than any guilt, I pulled off my shorts and panties, then threw them across the room. Legs spread wide, I masturbated in a frenzy until I erupted in orgasm, tasting Cherry’s pussy from the fingers of my other hand all the while.

When we met later we hardly spoke — though Cherry didn’t seem upset or angry, much to my relief. It was only later that night when we were washing up that my daughter and I managed to break the silence.

The dishes done, Cherry and I went into the lounge and sat together on the sofa. As we spoke, our conversation slowly became more intimate, until we finally talked about what had happened between us earlier in the day.

I admitted that I didn’t know what had come over me, but that I had enjoyed what I’d done, and that after she left the room I’d had to touch myself. I spoke of how much she had grown up, how beautiful she was — and how tempting. Finally, I told her about my sexual experiences with other women.

I took her hand and said, “I’m sorry if I went too far over the line with you today, honey. I love you more than anyone in the world, and I don’t want to damage our relationship.” My eyes were beginning to tear up. “If you want, baby… w-we can pretend that this afternoon didn’t happen.”

Cherry squeezed my hand and smiled. “Don’t cry, Mom,” she murmured. “I really liked what you did to me. I don’t want to forget that it happened.” She leaned in close to hug me. “I mean… you were just showing how much you love me, really. I thought it was sweet.” Her eyes were shining.

My arms wound their way around my daughter. “Oh, honey,” I sighed.

Gradually we sat back on the sofa and just gazed thoughtfully at each other. In spite of myself, I felt myself becoming aroused by Cherry once again. I reached out to touch her cheek. Her eyes locked with mine, and she slowly moistened her lips.

The urge I felt then was far too powerful to deny — I moved closer and kissed her mouth.

Cherry didn’t react right away… but then her lips parted for me, and suddenly we were kissing like lovers. My tongue darted into her mouth, and she matched my passion — her own tongue flashing to life, dancing with mine.

She threw her arms around me and pulled me closer to her. Intoxicated with desire, I slipped my hand beneath Cherry’s t-shirt and fondled her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen as I brushed them with my fingertips.

A minute or so later, she pulled away. I was afraid that my daughter was having second thoughts, but then she quickly unfastened my shirt and pushed it from my shoulders. I leaned forward so that she could wrestle it off, leaving me naked to the waist.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment. Cherry’s hands were warm on my skin as they wandered over my heaving breasts, then I felt her breath as her mouth closed over my right nipple. I gasped out loud, cradling Cherry to me.

First one, then the other, then back again, my daughter pleasured my breasts with her mouth. By now I didn’t give a damn about the consequences of our actions, and neither did she — Cherry and I wanted each other and we both knew it. She sat up, took my face in her hands, and kissed me passionately.

With a bad-girl grin, she unfastened my shorts and tugged them down and off, along with my panties. This was an aggressive side to my daughter that I had never seen before, and it turned me on so much that I was nearly shaking.

She pushed me down on the sofa — and with no hesitation, Cherry knelt between my thighs, planting her mouth right on my juicy cunt.

I whimpered “Oh… my baby girl,” as she licked and sucked frantically at my pussy. My clitoris was on fire as she nibbled at it, then she plunged her tongue deep into me, then licked her way back to my clit again.

Every atom of me was on fire, my body aching for release — and suddenly, with barely time to take a quick breath, it came.

I exploded in a frenzied climax, my body shuddering with one convulsion of pleasure after the next. With a strangled cry I jerked and thrashed until I finally lay exhausted, Cherry gently nuzzling my throbbing sex.

As I recovered, I felt my daughter crawl into my arms, nuzzling my face and neck. I could have lay there forever enjoying my sweet child’s attention, but I wanted to pleasure her now.

Raising myself, I knelt in front of Cherry and pulled her shorts off. She raised her hips to help me as she stripped off her shirt. When she was naked, my daughter lay back on the sofa, opened her legs and displayed her pussy for me the second time that day.

I didn’t need any invitation. Leaning forward, I trailed my tongue up and down her juicy crack, than began to eat her in earnest. My baby’s cunt was scrumptious — I couldn’t get enough of her.

Before long she was wriggling in delight… and then she grabbed the back of my head and held my face between her legs, crying out “Oh Mom, oh Mom, oh Mom…” as she climaxed.

By now we were both exhausted… so I took my daughter’s hand and led her to my bed. We slipped beneath the sheets, still naked, and held each close as we kissed goodnight.

She fell asleep quickly, but I lay awake for a long time with my child’s nude body in my arms. I’d made love to women before, but it was nothing like tonight.

Finally I drifted into slumber, where my dreams were of nothing but Cherry.

I was making breakfast the following morning when my daughter walked into the kitchen, wearing her t-shirt and shorts. She looked at me a bit nervously, unsure what to say.

I opened my arms and she broke into a smile, then raced across the kitchen and into my embrace.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she replied very quietly.

My lips sought out hers — and when they met, her tongue slipped into my mouth. Kissing hungrily, we began to touch one another. My hand slid down the back of my daughter’s shorts to cup her buttocks. Mmmm… Cherry hadn’t bothered with panties.

My fingers probed her butt crack, stroking her anus. Her eyes widened as I pushed my finger into her rectum and fingered her hole. God, I could already smell her pussy.

I nibbled at her ear, then whispered, “Honey… take your shorts off, then lean over the dining room table.”

Her eyes shining with excitement, she slowly stripped naked — taking her time just to tease me, even though I knew she wanted to make love as much as I did. Finally she placed both hands on the tabletop, lowering her face to the table until her cheek rested against the olive-green surface.

Kneeling behind Cherry, I took a moment to admire her shapely ass, then leaned in close to softly kiss it. She inhaled sharply as I nipped lightly at one buttock — then I slowly parted her cheeks, licking my lips at the sight of her rosebud. The ass is one of my favorite parts of a woman, and I was determined to enjoy the delights of Cherry’s adorable bottom right then and there.

I placed a soft kiss on her anus, then my tongue emerged to lightly lick at her crack. “Oh… Mom!” she gasped, suddenly trembling with excitement. I burrowed my face between her cheeks, licking her asshole harder now. She was moaning happily, loving the way my wicked tongue probed her most private place.

As I rimmed Cherry, my hand slid up her leg and along the inner thigh to nestle in my daughter’s now dripping pussy. I caressed her labia for a minute of so, thrilled by the sound of her growing pleasure.

“Oh, M-Mom… fuck! Please, don’t tease me,” she panted, “make me come!”

So I slid two fingers into her cunt with one slow, steady stroke. As she cried out loud, I firmly brushed her clit with my thumb.

That did it. Cherry nearly screamed, her body shaking and shuddering in a convulsive climax. I continued to pleasure my daughter, licking and fingering her until she gasped, “Okay, Mom, y-you can stop… I’m — I’m good.”

Rising to my feet, I led a panting Cherry over to the sofa to cuddle with me. Her face was flushed, her hair askew, her body glowing from lovemaking… God, she was more beautiful than I’d ever seen her.

I thought Cherry would need to rest awhile, but once we sat down together, she was ready for action. Her mouth sought out mine in a passionate French kiss, and her hands were beneath my robe, exploring my nude body. She wrenched the terrycloth garment from my shoulders and tossed it aside. “Mom,” she breathed, her fingers brushing my wet pussy, “you are so beautiful… so desirable.” She kissed me again, her tongue flashing quickly in my mouth for an instant, then lay back on the sofa, eyes shining with love.

“I want to lick your pussy, Mom,” she purred, palming her breasts, licking her lips sexily to underscore her request, “come sit on my face.”

I was only too happy to oblige my sexy daughter. Straddling her face, I could clearly see how excited Cherry was, and how much she wanted to taste me. Her mouth opened in expectation as I lowered myself to her face, offering my cunt to my new lover.

Her lips lightly brushed my labia… and I whimpered. She trailed soft kisses all over my mound, teasing me mercilessly. I bit my lip, body trembling with need. I wanted to scream as she continued to nuzzle my now dripping cunt.

Finally, Cherry took pity on me. Covering my slit with her mouth, she began to eat me out in a frenzy. She had me so worked up that I was coming in my daughter’s face within seconds. I let her take me through at least three orgasms before making her stop.

I lay next to Cherry, squeezing myself alongside her on the couch, and kissed her wet mouth, loving the taste of my cunt on her lips. We lay cuddled together a long time, whispering words of love and sharing sweet caresses, kissing again and again.

*****

It turned out that Cherry had made love with girls before, and considered herself bisexual like I was. She’d never fantasized about becoming sexually intimate with me before, but I guess the circumstances of that day were enough to bring us together in a new loving relationship — one that went far beyond than that of mother and daughter.

We spoke of the future, and decided that we had to hold on to this beautiful thing she and I had stumbled into. I think we both knew, on that beautiful morning in Cadiz, that we were in love.

That was two years ago, and Cherry and I now share a bed. We are still sexually intimate, and plan to stay that way.

By JetBoy

One of my favorite places to go in Miami is the nude section of South Beach, which just so happens to be within walking distance of my apartment. I’ll bring an umbrella for shade, a bottle of water and some fruit, plus my laptop and schoolbooks. I like that particular beach because I enjoy being naked in the outdoors, but also because I won’t be harassed by unwanted company. You see, among those who hang out there are some very beautiful, very gay Brazilian body builders who know me, and if some jerky guy won’t take “no, thank you,” for an answer, one of my friends will be happy to give him a quick lesson in manners.

It was Saturday afternoon on Memorial Day weekend, an unusually gorgeous day for Miami for this time of year. I was sitting on the beach and reading when I noticed a young girl of maybe fourteen walking alone on the beach, dressed in shorts, t-shirt and a hat. She was looking around nervously and seemed to be unsure of herself.

I put my book down and walked over to where she stood, giving her a friendly smile. “Hi there. Is everything okay?”

Startled, she flinched, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my gosh, you’re naked!” she blurted. “A-and you have hair down there.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, yeah, this is a nude beach, y’know… and I don’t shave my pubes. What brings you here, sweetie?”

She got embarrassed all of a sudden, looking away from me. “Oh… I heard that this was where, um, people could take their clothes off if they wanted to… and I kinda thought I’d come down and, y’know, see what it was like!” Giving me a shy glance, she continued. “I’m sorry if I was rude when I saw you just now. I don’t know why I acted like that… guess you sort of, um, caught me by surprise.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. “And you weren’t being rude – unless you jumped like that ’cause you thought I looked ugly with my clothes off.” I did a slow, casual stretch, flexing my body in a way that always drives guys nuts. “You don’t think I’m ugly… do you?” Damn, was I actually flirting with this underage girl?

“Gosh, no!” she quickly replied. “You – you’re b-beautiful!”

She had a wonderfully healthy, innocent girl-next-door quality to her that reminded me of nothing so much as a younger, much more innocent version of myself: dirty blonde hair that she wore in a ponytail, blue eyes, small breasts and slim hips.

She stirred something inside me that I didn’t understand at first. Something deep.

My attraction to her was so sudden and intense that it alarmed me. I’d been sexually intimate with females before, usually with other guys involved, but never before had I experienced desire for a girl as young as this.

It was totally crazy for me to be acting all sexy around her, but somehow, I found myself unable to resist – especially when I noticed the way she was checking me out.

I didn’t say anything, just waited for her eyes to drift back up to mine. When they did, she blushed again, embarrassed that I’d caught her staring at my body.

“So,” I purred, arching an eyebrow, “did you just come down to see the sights, or what?”

Nibbling at her lower lip, she hesitated, then leaned close to whisper, “The thing is… I’ve never been naked in public before but I, um, kinda wanted to try it. I mean, I think I’d enjoy it but I’m like, you know, totally nervous. Um, do guys get all up in your face?”

“They stare some,” I shrugged. “It’s no big deal, though. You get used to it.”

“I guess that’s okay. I just don’t want them, y’know, hitting on me.” She glanced nervously at my Brazilian friends, who were casually kicking a soccer ball around.

“You’re safe from that if you hang out here,” I told her. “Those guys are all gay, and they’re totally cool. If anyone hassles me, or even tries to, they chase ’em off.” I gave the girl a big, friendly smile. “Tell you what – why don’t you stick with me today? Been studying all morning… I could use some company.”

Her face lit up like a neon sign. “Wow, thanks! That’s so nice of you!”

I grinned. “Hey, us naked girls gotta stick together. You can get undressed and sit with me, right over there.” I stuck my hand out. “My name’s Chandra. What’s yours?”

And just like that, her nervousness was completely gone, the most angelic smile spreading across her face. “I’m Ariel. Nice to meet you, Chandra.”

She extended her hand and when I took it, I didn’t want to let go. So I didn’t – and hand in hand, we walked the few feet back to where I was set up.

I gave her a curious glance. “So, tell me, Ariel… why are you here all by yourself?”

“Oh, I couldn’t get any of my friends to come along, so it’s just me.” She spied my textbooks, piled next to my towel. “Looks like you’re doing homework. Are you a student?”

“Set your towel down next to mine… there you go. Yeah, I’m in summer school right now, and I’ll be a junior this fall at UM.”

“Oh cool. What are you studying?”

I gave her a knowing smile, folding my arms. “Ariel…?”

“Hmm?”

“It’s time.” I smiled and nodded in her direction.

“Time for…? Oh, right. My clothes. Um.” She glanced around, her nervousness returned.

I shook my head. “Don’t be afraid, girl. Go for it – you’ll be fine, I promise. Here. I’ll help you.”

Gazing warmly into those flawless blue eyes, I gently grasped her t-shirt from the bottom and pulled it over her head. Ariel wasn’t wearing a bra, although she hardly needed one. She had small, perfectly round, perfectly beautiful breasts, and I felt a warmth that didn’t come from the sun when I thought about how nice it would be to touch them. Then I began undoing her shorts, but quickly realized that maybe I shouldn’t be undressing her. With a shaky smile, I stepped back and let her finish.

Stepping out of her shorts, Ariel took hold of the waistband of her pink bikini panties, then gave me a hesitant look. I nodded my approval, and Ariel took a deep breath before tugging her panties down and daintily stepping from them.

She was lithe and elegant, with the figure of a dancer. I thought her mound was bare at first, but then I saw that she had a blond triangle of golden down so light that it was almost invisible. Now completely nude, she put her things at one end of my towel, then looked around. When she saw that no one was ogling her, she relaxed with a contented sigh.

Ariel had forgotten to bring sunblock, so I took out mine. Watching her apply the cool, creamy lotion to that exquisite body made me ache to assist. I settled for offering to put some on her bare back, which I loved doing – my coated fingers traveling down to the top of her pert little bottom.

I was utterly smitten by her.

I put away my book and my laptop, and we talked for a long while, taking a break at one point to splash naked in the sea, giggling and cavorting like the schoolgirls we were. At one point a couple of pale-skinned guys who must have been tourists made as if to come over to where we sat, but a couple of my Brazilian friends put a stop to that in a hurry. Thanks, fellas.

I got Ariel to tell me all about herself. She was fourteen and in ninth grade, totally loved science and wanted to be a biologist one day. She had pretty cool parents and lived with them in a nice house in the suburbs.

We talked about being naked, about school, music, movies, boys, sex, parents and anything else that took our fancy. At one point I asked Ariel why she’d been so surprised by my pubic hair when she first saw me.

She blushed so adorably, replying, “Well, all the girls I know shave down there, and so does my mom… I’ve never even seen hair on a woman’s, um, pussy before. I think yours looks totally sexy, though – maybe I won’t shave mine, either!” Spreading her thighs, she peered down at her own vulva. “What do you think, Chandra? Should I let it grow?”

It was all I could do to keep the arousal I felt right then from coloring my voice. “Oh, you’ll look hot either way, sweetie… but I do think that a woman’s pubic hair is sexy as hell.”

She giggled when I said that, and that made her look so adorable that I ached to take her in my arms and kiss that laughing mouth.

I’d never believed in love at first sight, but Ariel had me thinking differently. In fact, the hunger I felt for her affected me so much that I must have stopped thinking clearly. Why else would I have given in to temptation by saying what I did?

“Say, Ariel… Y’know, I live near here, in a high rise just a few blocks away. Like to see my apartment?”

She was delighted. “You have your own place? Cool. Sure!”

We got dressed, gathered up our things and set off. As we left the beach, Ariel and I waved goodbye to my body-builder chums. Just before we turned away, Jorge give me a wink that told me he knew exactly what I was up to, and I felt my face get really hot. Luckily, Ariel didn’t notice.

She and I chatted freely all the way to my place, and I found myself more enchanted with her by the minute. Not only was Ariel lovely, she was also incredibly sweet and smart as a whip.

Once in my apartment, I got us both glasses of orange juice, then gave Ariel the grand tour of the place. It’s not very big or luxurious, but she seemed impressed.

I had one regret about leaving the beach: now, we both had our clothes on. Thinking about it, I suddenly had an awesome idea!

“You know, Ariel,” I casually said, “I’m lots more comfortable naked, and I bet you are too. Why don’t we get undressed again… you know, before we hang out?”

If I’d had my wits about me, there’s no way I would even have suggested such a thing to a girl her age. What can I say? I was blinded by desire.

I wasn’t sure how she’d respond, but Ariel liked the idea, so we took off our clothes. I was tempted to ask if she’d let me undress her this time, but decided not to push it.

Once again, I drank in the wondrous sight of this golden nymph’s bare body. When Ariel sat down on the couch, drawing her knees up to her chest, that delicate sex fully exposed to my gaze… well, that was when I knew I had to have her, right or wrong. I’d never wanted anyone so intensely.

I put on a CD of funky New Orleans soul and began to move around to the music, finally breaking into a dance. With a joyful laugh Ariel jumped to her feet, already swaying to the rhythm. Her budding breasts looked positively luscious as they jiggled to her movements.

We strutted and shimmied around the room to the music, huge grins on our faces. The first track on the CD was one I knew well, called “Pass the Hatchet,” and I did a lewd dance to its hard, sexy beat. Turning away from Ariel, I bent down low and ground my hips, giving her a good look at my pussy and ass and praying she liked what she saw.

We continued to dance through the next few songs; then, as one track faded, Ariel made a “time out” gesture with her hands, then fell back into the couch. “Whew!” she gasped, fanning herself with one hand, “that was… so cool!”

While catching my breath I changed the music, putting on a CD of Bill Evans playing soft piano jazz before sitting down next to Ariel. By now, the day was drawing to its end, the room lit by the rich hues of the sunset.

“You’re a pretty good dancer, kiddo,” I told Ariel, lightly touching her thigh.

“Aw, I’m nowhere near as good as you!” she replied, blushing. “You move so… so sexy!”

I smiled at that. “Oh, I think you’re pretty sexy yourself.” Reaching for her hand, I drew my blonde angel to her feet. “C’mon, let’s watch the sun go down. It’s really something to see from up here.”

Hand in hand we walked to the sliding doors of the balcony and stepped out into the dimming day. Ariel and I leaned on the rail and watched the colors of the evening, all shades of red and orange mixed with the sky’s blue.

Ariel turned to me, touching my arm. “Chandra,” she timidly said, “I – I really like you…”

How could I have stopped myself from doing what I did then? Cupping her face in my hands, I gazed into the deep blue of her eyes, so in love at that moment that I seemed to glow like the disappearing sun. “Oh, Ariel… I like you too.”

I kissed her.

She stiffened a little bit as I pressed my lips against hers – and for a heartbeat or two, it seemed as if she was about to tear herself away from me. But then Ariel suddenly relaxed, opening up to me like a spring flower, two silken arms sliding around my waist.

Throwing all caution to the winds, I deepened the kiss; lips parting, allowing the tip of my tongue to graze Ariel’s mouth. She gave a tiny squeak of surprise, then began kissing me back.

God, her mouth was so soft and sweet that it made my head spin. I was completely sober, having had nothing all day long but water and fruit juice, but right then I felt positively drunk on this scrumptious girl of fourteen. My good sense had deserted me completely; all I saw was her.

I’d intended to take things slowly with Ariel, not rush her into anything. But the way she pressed her body against mine, the pounding of her heart, the eagerness in her kisses – no doubt about it, this girl wanted to know the ways of lesbian love.

Gently breaking away, I gave the trembling blonde teen a warm smile. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, tracing her panting mouth with a fingertip while my other hand slipped down to caress her bare bottom.

Ariel gaped at me with enormous eyes, whispering “Oh, Chandra,” as she saw and understood what I craved. And then she gave me a tiny nod, smiling shyly as if to say that she wanted the same thing.

I reached for her hand, giving it a tender squeeze, then led Ariel back into the apartment and to my bedroom. She willingly allowed me to guide her to the bed and gently lay her down, giving me a look of adoration and perfect trust. If she’d shown even a hint of hesitation, perhaps that might have been enough to restore my sanity – but right then, this child of fourteen only wanted to be loved.

Kneeling above Ariel, I bent to nuzzle her neck, pressing my lips into the hollow of her throat in a open-mouthed kiss. With a low moan she wrapped both arms around my back, hugging me tightly, drawing me down to her.

Thrilled by my new lover’s passion, I kissed a pathway between her flawless breasts, then allowed my lips to slowly glide over one of them, extending my tongue to swipe at a nipple.

“Oh!” she gasped, clutching my head to her chest with trembling hands. “Oh, gosh.”

I placed one, two, three soft kisses upon the swollen pink bud, then took it between my lips to suckle. Touching her other breast, I could feel the frantic thrumming of Ariel’s heart – and the swelling of her nipple against my palm.

“Ooooh!” she cried, arching her body as if to feed more of her breast into my mouth.

I responded by trailing my fingers down to Ariel’s belly and between those lovely legs, lightly grazing her dewy slit. She was obviously aroused, but even then I was astonished by how wet she was. A shiver raced through her when I began to explore her sex.

“Ohmigosh,” she moaned. “I didn’t – didn’t know… Oooooh, Chandra, you m-make me feel s-so good.”

Raising my face from her breasts, I claimed Ariel’s parted lips with mine, kissing her more forcefully. She responded with a passion that thrilled me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth.

Ariel’s excitement was so intense that she was trembling all over. It struck me that I needed to bring her off quickly, so we could get into the more relaxed lovemaking I wanted us to share. So I sought out the tiny pearl of her clitoris with my fingers, gently teasing it with feather-light strokes.

She threw her head back, a wild cry escaping her lips as she broke away from our kiss. Her eyes widened in astonishment, then squeezed tightly shut when she began to come, shivering violently from head to toe, her mouth gaping in disbelief.

“Chandra!” she cried. That was the last distinct word Ariel spoke for the next minute or so. Instead she moaned and wailed as I kept rubbing her clit, my busy fingers driving her ecstasy higher and higher. Her voice rose to a tiny shriek, then she squeezed her thighs together, panting “Oh, oh God, no more – I c-c-can’t breathe!”

I withdrew my hand from between my new lover’s legs, bringing the wet fingers to my lips to taste. Mmmm, my favorite kind of candy. Her pussy was strong and sweet; just the flavor a young girl ought to have. Sugar and spice and all things nice, I thought, and that made me giggle.

Ariel’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled bashfully. “Wow,” she said. “That was… wow!”

I wish that I could paint a picture in words, one that would show how beautiful Ariel was in the aftermath of orgasm. The temptation to tell her that I loved her nearly had me saying as much, right then and there… instead, I placed a hand on her belly, gently stroking it as if she were a kitten. “I guess you liked that, huh? Haven’t you ever had an orgasm before?”

Her cheeks flushed an even brighter pink. “Well, yeah… but just from, y’know, touching myself down there. It’s n-never been like that before. I mean, I felt it right down to my toes!” She raised herself onto an elbow, giving me a longing look. “Chandra?”

“What, sweetie?”

“Um… can I do stuff to you, now?”

I reached for her, enfolding my sweet Ariel in a warm embrace. “Of course you can,” I whispered, allowing my lips to brush her cheek. “Only I don’t want you to ‘do stuff’ to me… what I’d like is to be made love to.” And I traced the edge of Ariel’s ear with the tip of my tongue, making her shiver.

She turned to me, her soft mouth seeking mine, kissing me with a boldness that stole my breath away. I rolled onto my back, and Ariel followed, crawling on top of me, fondling my breasts.

It was a dream come true, letting Ariel have her way with me. She might have lacked experience, but she was intuitive and willing to learn. And I encouraged her along the way – telling my little lover what to do when she was unsure, letting her know when it felt good, gently touching her body in response.

She was like a child with a wonderful new toy, happily examining and exploring her prize. Kissing her was utter bliss – and she felt the same way, returning to feed on my mouth again and again. Then I cradled her like a child as she suckled my breasts.

Eventually, her hand crept between my thighs, shyly exploring the rise of my vulva. “You’re so wet,” she breathed, then I gasped in mixed surprise and pleasure as her finger slipped into me.

“Mmmmyes, baby. Fuck me,” I moaned. She obliged, carefully at first; then I had her put another finger in, telling her, “You can go faster… and deeper. Don’t be afraid, you won’t hurt me.”

Then I showed Ariel how to roll her fingers around inside my vagina while working my clit with her thumb – and soon I was bucking and rocking crazily, making the headboard squeak as I came.

I was winded, panting for breath; but when she sat up to examine her sticky fingers, then licked at them to sample my juices – well, seeing that got my motor pulsing all over again, especially when she grinned, “Mmmm… I like how you taste!”

Reaching out to take her hand, I gave it a tug – and she toppled over, right into my arms. Our mouths met, and we kissed for awhile until my heartbeat became steady once more.

Ravenous for more of Ariel, I suddenly rolled the laughing girl onto her back. She squealed, her face like something from a cartoon for an instant – then my angel relaxed, gazing at at me with the most adoring eyes.

I dipped my head to leave a feather-light kiss on her neck. She sighed blissfully, hugging me close. Breathing in the perfume of my new lover’s skin, I nuzzled her throat, the underside of her chin, her elegant jawline; then nibbled at her earlobe.

Ariel was quivering beneath me, her heart beating hard and fast – and I knew that her desire was growing sharp once more.

Saying a brief goodbye to her ear with a playful bite, I began to nuzzle my way down Ariel’s body, pausing to leave an open-mouthed kiss upon each of her taut nipples. I descended to her belly, loving this flawless girl with my mouth and tongue along the way.

Her navel was adorable, a cute dimple that demanded attention. I kissed it like a tiny mouth, my tongue darting playfully inside. She gasped, then moaned, “Oh, Chandra – what’re you d-doing to me?”

Rather than answer with words, I lightly cupped Ariel’s vulva. It felt warm and alive beneath my hand, adorned with soft down – like a newborn kitten, I thought, smiling to myself. Then my fingers sought out the moist center, opening her, carefully slipping inside.

“I love you!” she gasped, arching her hips against my hand. “Oh God, I love you…”

I could have fingered her to another climax right then, but my mouth was watering for Ariel’s pussy. So I continued down her body, leaving a teasing kiss on her mound as I positioned myself between those slender thighs.

And there I was, lying on my belly, getting the first up-close look at my new lover’s cunt. I had gone down on my share of women before, but had never pleasured a girl as fresh and young as this. I’d already smelled Ariel’s essence on my fingers and loved it, but now I was breathing in the scent of her right from the source – a heady perfume that made my head spin.

Closing my eyes, I moved in to place a single kiss upon that pretty pink slit.

“Mmmmmnnnyes!” she blurted. “Oh, Chandra, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

How could I disappoint her? Clutching Ariel’s thighs, I burrowed deeper between them, taking her cunt into my mouth. Her honey was beginning to flow, and I greedily slurped it down.

Ariel squirmed beneath me, staring sightlessly at the ceiling, cupping her slight breasts. “G-gosh,” she moaned, “that feels s-s-so oh, so good, Chandra. So good!” Her voice rose sharply on the last word, and I could tell that she was very close to coming.

So I used my fingers to spread her sex open, exposing the jewel of her clit. Trailing my tongue upward through the sweet rosy flesh, I lightly licked at the tiny nubbin a few times – a jolt coursing through Ariel’s body with each flick – then took it between my lips to suckle.

A choked cry exploded from Ariel’s throat, and she began to thrash about, hands scrabbling at the sheets. Oh, God,” she panted, “oh, God, oh G-god, ohgod, ohgodohgod OH! CHANDRA!”

I continued to strum Ariel’s clit with my tongue while gently squeezing it between the lips. I’d been taught that little trick by my first female lover, a friend of my mom’s who had enticed me into bed one night after she’d hired me to help out at a dinner party. It almost never failed to drive women wild – and right then, my fourteen-year-old partner was on the verge of a complete meltdown.

Finally, I knew she could take no more, so I withdrew, leaving gentle kisses on Ariel’s thighs as she caught her breath. Before long, I felt her tug at my shoulder.

“C-can you hold me?” she whispered.

I crawled up and into Ariel’s waiting arms, and she hugged me close. I heard her sniffle, then gulp; and to my sudden horror, saw that she was crying.

“Baby?” I whispered, my heart suddenly racing. “Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Oh, Chandra,” she sobbed, “that was s-so beautiful… no one’s ever made me f-feel like that!” She drew back, gazing at me with tear-filled eyes. “I – I love you.”

A wave of emotion washed over me as I gaped at this adorable girl, feeling my heart go out to her. “I love you too, Ariel,” I whispered, shocked at the realization that I was speaking God’s own truth.

I’d never told anyone I loved them before – at least, not since my parents, back when things were still good between us. But what I felt for Ariel at that moment was like having the sun inside me, warming my soul. It was beautiful, and a little scary. I mean, she was still just a kid!

Ariel didn’t give me much time to sort out this tangle of emotions, though. Before I could say another word her mouth was on mine, she had me in an impassioned clutch and giving me a clumsy French kiss that had my head spinning. My shy little lover was eager to return the pleasures she’d just experienced – maybe a little too eager.

“Ariel… Ariel!” I gently admonished as I broke our kiss, putting my fingers to her lips. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mmm, yeah – s-sorry,” she replied sheepishly, her cheeks a rosy pink. “But I’m just so, so, so excited! Oh, Chandra, I want to do everything with you… all the stuff you showed me.”

“Oh, I’m cool with that!” I grinned, lying back with both arms behind my head. “Don’t rush it, though. Be gentle at first… then, when you want to get all wild, it’s even better.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “That kinda makes sense.”

I gave Ariel my best come-hither look. “In that case… I’m ready.”

Soon we were kissing again, Ariel’s mouth soft as a whisper, her tongue engaging mine. Then she began to nuzzle a path down my body, and I gave myself up to her, completely.

My impressions of that time, of being made love to by this curious girl of fourteen – they remain fleeting, scattered. I was there in the moment, lost to all else. Ariel’s hands, fingers and mouth took me someplace I’d never been before.

Oh, she was new to this dance of passion, still a little clumsy and uncertain. But each caress, every touch, glowed so strongly with the warmth of affection that her lovemaking was transformed into something truly beautiful. Like a poem.

She lingered for a long while on my breasts, I remember that. My nipples seemed to delight her, and she explored many different ways of teasing them – with fingers, lips, tongue, even teeth.

I recall how Ariel pressed her face into my tummy, whispering “So soft,” adorning me with dozens of tender kisses.

Then there was the moment when she lay between my trembling thighs, her breath warm against the wet heat of me. She hesitated for a few heartbeats – was she gazing in awe, relishing her first close-up glimpse of a woman’s pussy? Or was she breathing in the scent of my excitement? I never knew… because when her tongue emerged to take that first lick, I was lost to all but pleasure.

She was a novice, of course. But at the same time she ate my pussy with such tenderness, such affection, that I felt bathed in love. First there was licking, then light kissing – then deep, hungry kisses, lips parting; her warm, wet tongue entering me. I’ve fucked my share of women and men, but have never been adored like that by a lover – before or since.

Suddenly I was coming hard, each new breath hissing through clenched teeth, cradling Ariel’s head in both hands while she continued to love me with her mouth. Before the first orgasm had faded, she began to suckle at my clit; I barely had time to gasp before another climax kicked in.

The next thing I remember is Ariel lying in my arms, covering my face with gentle kisses.

“Um… did you like that okay?” she asked, an anxious look on her face.

I was so giddy right then that I couldn’t help but laugh. She was puzzled at first, but burst into giggles when I grabbed her in a big tiger hug, rocking us both to and fro.

When I released her, I cupped Ariel’s face in both hands. “It was way better than ‘okay’, sweetie… you were fucking incredible!” And with that, I planted a brief but emphatic kiss right on her lips.

She grinned hugely, thrusting a fist upward in a gesture of victory. “All right!”

By then the room was pretty dark except for the lamp on my nightstand. I glanced at my alarm clock – 7:51 PM. “Uh, Ariel… I hate to bring this up, but what time are you supposed to be home? It’s nearly eight.”

“Oh… crap.” Ariel set her mouth in an adorable pout. “My parents are pretty cool, I won’t get in any big trouble… but I do kinda hafta get going.” She gave a wistful sigh. “Wish I could spend the night.”

“I wish you could too, sweetie, but…” I was smiling, but when Ariel mentioned her parents, I began to feel a little weird about what I’d just done – made love to an underage girl.

We got up and wandered out to the living room, where Ariel and I gathered up our scattered clothes and quickly dressed. No time to shower off, so Ariel washed her face and hands in the bathroom sink.

I didn’t have a car, so I couldn’t give Ariel a ride home, but she told me it didn’t matter – she’d could just catch the South Beach Local, which covers the whole area and only costs a quarter to ride. There was a bus stop a couple of blocks away, and of course I offered to accompany her there.

She wanted to kiss some more before we left the apartment, so we did. I was really getting mixed up inside, though – kissing Ariel got me all warm and fluttery in my tummy, but at the same time, that uncomfortable feeling was getting stronger.

We set off for the bus stop. She was incredibly chatty and animated, while my mood was subdued. Now that the heat of my lust was spent, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d done something very wrong. I had to keep those thoughts at arm’s length, though, while I was with Ariel – it wouldn’t do to spoil the moment for her. We made plans to meet for breakfast the next morning.

The bus was just a couple of blocks away when we reached the stop, so there was only time for a quick goodbye. We hugged and shared a brief kiss, and then the bus was pulling away, Ariel racing to the back and waving at me through the window. I waved back, then stood there until she was gone from sight.

My walk back home was a troubled one, feelings of guilt growing with every step I took. What have you done? I admonished myself. You seduced a fourteen-year-old. Practically a kid, damn it!

I tried to argue with myself. She wanted to, she was ready! And she loved it.

That’s a bullshit excuse, my conscience fired back. Ariel’s still a child, too young to know what she wants. If you let yourself off the hook for this, then what about your parents, what they did to you? After tonight, are you any fucking better than they are?

I gritted my teeth. That particular arrow had landed a direct bulls-eye.

Years after the fact, I still harbored feelings of bitterness about the sex games my mother and father had drawn me into at the tender age of twelve. They never touched me, just had me take my clothes off and watch them fuck. My parents had this weird thing about looking at my little girl parts while they fucked and fondled each other, and their excitement got me excited too. So I got drawn even deeper into Mom and Dad’s love lives.

The problem was that the sex started to crowd out the parent and child part of our relationship. However much I liked the hot, steamy antics we got up to behind closed doors, I was still a kid who needed her mommy and daddy. But at the same time, I was starting to want to break the No Touching rule, to join my parents on the bed and play grownup games.

It was a lot to grapple with, for a girl who hadn’t even had her first period yet.

Then one day Mom came home and caught Dad breaking the rule for the first time, licking my pussy. I was naked from the waist down and lying back on my bed, legs on the floor and my father on his knees in between. She raced into the room, screaming her head off, just when I was about to come.

Dad tried to bluff his way out of it, but he was stone cold busted – and Mom was pretty pissed at me, too. Right then and there, she pulled the plug on our sex play, forever. She yelled that since neither of us could be trusted to live by the rules, we couldn’t have the game any more. Period, paragraph, end of story.

So there I was, a child who’d been given a taste of sex and loved it, suddenly cut off. What made it even worse was that I didn’t really get my parents back, at least not like before. There was a distance between us, one that hadn’t been there even a few weeks earlier. Mom and Dad felt ashamed of what they’d done, and without even intending to, they were taking their guilt out on me. They were just going through the motions of parenthood now, and I felt the wrongness of it, not knowing how to fix things. Before long, I found myself despising them both, realizing for the first time just how badly I’d been used.

I began to act out, to get in trouble in school. I’d been a model student, never a problem to my teachers, but that changed overnight. I constantly talked back, insulted every adult who spoke to me and encouraged rotten behavior among the other kids.

My parents started getting alarmed phone calls from the principal, but what could they do? Mommy and Daddy knew perfectly well what was the matter with me, why I’d turned bad.

I got myself kicked out of school, so my parents basically washed their hands of me, shipping me off to a boarding school for what they called “troubled youth.” But not before I gave up my virginity to a sixteen-year-old boy, though – and I made sure that Mom and Dad knew about that, too.

After I did my time, I was sent to live with my grandmother in Kentucky, where I mostly behaved myself. I stayed with her until starting college, only seeing my mother and father on an occasional holiday. That was always an awkward experience; the three of us pretending everything was just peachy, like we were actors playing parts in some boring TV show.

At nineteen, I lived on my own and had nothing to do with my parents. Oh, they still made the occasional gesture of repentance, but I wasn’t ready to forgive and forget. Luckily, my grandmother had left me a generous trust fund to pay for my education, and I was using it to get through college without any financial help from Mom and Dad.

I resented my parents for initiating sexual activity with the twelve-year-old I’d been. Now here I was, on the verge of getting romantically involved with a girl of fourteen. I’d had full-blown lesbian sex with Ariel; even told her that I loved her! Jesus, I did love her, too – just thinking about that sweet smile and those warm blue eyes made me tremble inside.

Once I made it back to the apartment, it was a restless night for me. I spent it pacing from kitchen to living room to bedroom, then did it in reverse for awhile, asking myself: What now?

Then the fear kicked in. What would happen to me if Ariel told someone about what we did, and it got back to her parents, or one of her teachers?

A wave of nausea surged through me as the possible consequences of my actions sank in. I saw myself led away in handcuffs, pictured Ariel’s parents glaring at me with hate-filled eyes, saw my name and picture in the paper and on the news, heard the word pedophile hissing in my ears.

God, if this got out… my life would be over. Even if I didn’t get hauled into court, I would surely be thrown out of college, disowned by every friend I had. I’d have no option left but to go crawling back to Mom and Dad, ask them to take me in. The very prospect filled me with horror.

Somehow I managed to calm myself. Ariel was a smart girl; surely she wouldn’t go babbling about our lovemaking to just anyone. Still, there was no getting around it what we’d done was wrong. Ariel was still a child, practically. No good could come of our being lovers.

I knew what I had to do, and that it was the right thing for both of us. Still, the possibility of hurting such a sweet girl made me cringe inside. I’d have to be gentle, explain that while we couldn’t be sexually intimate, I very much wanted to keep her as a friend.

The next morning, we met on Lincoln Road for breakfast. God, she was beautiful. We hugged, then shared a brief kiss. She giggled as she playfully grabbed my ass, then glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. Her hand slipped into mine as we walked down the block toward the café.

I couldn’t wait until after we ate; this had to be dealt with now. “Ariel?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“I have to talk to you, sweetie.”

I sat her down on the front stoop of an old apartment building and began to unburden my heart.

When I was done, there were tears in her eyes, and I was fighting back my own.

“It’s not fair,” she whispered. “Can’t we go back to your place and make love again? Please, Chandra. Please?”

“Ariel, we can’t,” I pleaded. “You’re too young. It’s wrong… and it’s a huge risk for us both.”

She glared at me. “You didn’t care about that yesterday!” she fired back. “Why’s it such a big fat deal now?”

I was panicky, terrified. This wasn’t going well. “I – I wasn’t thinking… I didn’t mean to –”

“You’re lying!” she cried, her eyes smoldering with anger. “Y-you just wanted to – to do stuff with me. All those things you s-said, it was made up. You don’t care, not even a little bit!” She was crying now.

I felt like I was on the verge of fainting, barely able to breathe. “Ariel, please,” I begged, “G-give me a chance to explain!”

“NO!” she snapped, leaping to her feet, fists clenched. “I won’t listen! You wanna g-get rid of me, that’s all. Fine, then! I’m gone!”

Desperate, I reached out and seized Ariel’s hand before she could dart away, trying to say something, anything to stop her. But all my mouth could come out with was “No, please no, Ariel –”

“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked, violently wrenching her hand free. “Fuck you, Chandra! Fucking bitch. I hate you. I hate you!” With that, she spun around and stumbled away, weeping piteously.

I was shaking from head to toe, a cold knot of pain tightening in my gut. Then I saw a city bus, coming to a halt at a nearby stop, Ariel running to catch it.

Paralyzed at first, all I could do was stare, a roaring in my ears as if the sea was trapped in my head, watching Ariel board. Walking out of my life. The bus door swung shut.

Then I was dashing headlong down the street, gasping, “No, no, no, no, no!” as the bus lazily drew away from the curb and nosed its way into the flow of traffic, then picked up speed as it moved on.

I reached the stop, but too late. “ARIEL!” I screamed, making one last-ditch, desperate attempt to keep her from fleeing. To this day, I still don’t know if she heard me.

People stopped, stared, then turned away. Nothing to see here, folks; just another emotional drama in the big city.

All I could do was watch the bus grow smaller and smaller, then finally vanish, swallowed up in traffic.

I slowly made my way back to the apartment – numb with shock, my head an abyss. God knows what I would have done or said if I’d run into anyone I knew.

As I trudged through the streets, I realized how truly lost Ariel was to me. I had no phone number, no email address. Her last name was a common one; there were probably thousands in the Miami phone directory.

I plumbed my memory for personal details. Had she mentioned what high school she attended? The street where she lived? I couldn’t recall. I’d been too dazzled by Ariel’s beauty and my attraction to her.

Finally I made it through the door of my apartment. I shut the door behind me, then sank to the floor, tears flowing freely. I lay right there for at least two hours, sobbing my heart out, torn between self-pity and self-loathing.

After awhile I struggled to my feet with stiff limbs, a pounding headache, and the imprint of the carpet on my left cheek. Shambling into the bathroom, I washed my face, then crawled into bed, burying myself beneath the sheets.

When I awakened, night had fallen. I rose, still dressed in the clothes I’d put on that morning, and wandered into the kitchen just long enough to snag a fifth of Grey Goose I had in the freezer. Then I curled up on the sofa, wrapped in my afghan, and proceeded to get hammered on slugs of straight vodka, occasionally pausing to cry again. Finally, I passed out.

Monday morning found me, ugly hangover and all, back at South Beach. Hardly anyone was there, including my bodybuilding friends, but I wasn’t there to socialize – I was clutching desperately at the off-chance that Ariel might turn up, looking for me. I’m sure I looked a perfect fool, hanging out on a nude beach with all my clothes on, but I had a class at 11:30. Anyhow, I waited as long as I was able, trying and failing to study, but she never came.

*****

Three years have passed since that incredible day with Ariel – and not a day has gone by since where I haven’t thought of her. The shame I feel for hurting that gentle, beautiful girl still lingers, no matter that I tried my best to keep that very thing from happening. I’ve had other lovers since then, both male and female, but never for more than a night or two. My longing for her still burns brightly.

I’ve always been a person with huge ambitions, eager to take on the world and make it mine. Deep down inside, though, one secret desire holds sway over all the rest: that one day, my angel Ariel will walk into my life again, and I’ll get a second chance to love her — this time, for always.

By JetBoy

I was lying on the couch, an ache in my neck where it was propped against the hard armrest. I didn’t bother to move, though, as the dull pain seemed to fit perfectly with my mood while I listened to my big sister’s pleading, desperate voice crackling over the telephone.

“…and so now I’m going to lose the house, if I don’t raise the money in two weeks. I don’t know what to do. Kris, is there any way you can help me?”

Megan fell silent, having reached the end of her latest tale of woe.

I gave a long, deep sigh. “I can’t, Meg,” I murmured, and she let out a strangled whimper.

In case you’re already writing me off as a heartless bitch, let me explain. The word my sister forgot to add to the end of her plea was again. A very important word, that.

You see, I’d been bailing my sister out of personal jams for years, loaning her money more often than I care to admit. She’d be behind with her bills, or lose her job, or some emergency would pop up – and there she’d be, at my doorstep with a new sob story. Megan could be responsible with money when she really put her mind to it. But then she’d get some crazy impulse or cockeyed scheme that would have her burning through her savings and maxing out every credit card, and suddenly she was back at square one. I love my big sister to bits, but this cycle she was locked into was driving us both insane.

The last time Megan came to me for money, I wrote her a check for $50,000 and told her gently as I could that it was a gift, not a loan, and that it was absolutely the last time. Period, paragraph, end of sentence. That, believe it or not, was only nine months ago.

“Megan, what happened to the money I gave you last year?” I was trying to keep the exasperation I felt from coloring my voice, clutching the telephone receiver so tightly it hurt.

I swear I heard her wince on the other end. “I tried to – to play the stock market… it didn’t work out.”

Obviously, I told myself. “I invested a lot of what you gave me in an internet seed company.” I was speechless. “You know – flowers, vegetable seeds.”

“Selling them online?” I managed to ask, finally. “Packets of seeds?”

“Well, yeah. And I had other expenses, you know!” she said, already growing defensive.

I sighed into the phone again. “Look, I’m sorry your investment didn’t work out. I feel awful about it, honestly I do. But, Meg… we can’t keep doing this. I can’t.”

“It’s not like you can’t afford it, Kris,” she said, a hint of anger already creeping into her voice.

“That’s not the point, Megan…”

“I can’t believe you won’t do this for me – and after all the times I’ve helped you!”

I sighed. The last time I remember Megan helping me was when I was seven, when she put a Band-Aid on my skinned knee.

“I’m sorry, Megan,” I told her again, “I love you, but I can’t bail you out anymore.”

From there, the conversation pretty much went to hell. Soon she was yelling, crying, and slinging insults. I tried to stay calm and rational, but there were limits. Finally, on the verge of exploding myself, I apologized again, told her I still loved her, and hung up.

Despite knowing I was doing the right thing, it felt awful. I really do love my sister – I even like her, most of the time. Being her safety net had grown awfully old, though. I’d given Megan a leg up so many times that now she acted like she was somehow entitled to my help. And blowing her top when I told her no really was the last straw. I do honestly want my sister to be happy and secure, but I’m not going to let myself be used.

That day, I spent so much time brooding over Megan and her problems that I was late leaving work. Before I left, I checked my voicemail and listened to her messages. There were five of them. At first she was still blustering and angry, then they grew apologetic. By the last one she was begging again, pleading for help or just a place to stay “until I’m back on my feet.”

Then when I got home, I discovered half a dozen more messages from her on the answering machine! By then, I was so frazzled that I deleted them all without listening.

I collapsed into a nearby chair, lost in thought. My sister claimed to need help, but I was no longer sure that giving her money was help. Really, it was more like feeding a bottomless pit.

She doesn’t need a loan, I thought, clenching my jaw. Christ, she needs a – a keeper!

And that’s when the idea hit me. The craziest idea imaginable – but it was also strangely inviting.

Well, I told myself, it’s not as if I’ve never taken over another woman’s life before.

It was ridiculous. She was my sister, after all. But once there, the thought just wouldn’t leave my head. I began to run through the pros and cons of it all.

The more I pondered my idea, the more intriguing it seemed. It would solve her problems, and let me give Megan the help she needed without being her doormat. Plus, I had to admit that the thought of it got me excited. I’d always had a secret crush on my big sister, ever since I first realized my attraction to girls back in high school. She’d been the first person I’d told after figuring out I was gay, but Meg had no idea that I’d masturbated to steamy fantasies about her more than a few times.

Of course, in order for this idea of mine to pay off, Megan would have to agree to it in the first place. I was almost certain she would refuse. But there was only one way to find out for sure.

It was a hell of a risk, revealing my secret self to my sister. But the possibility, however remote, that she might actually consent to my scheme – well, it was too enticing to resist.

After making up my mind to follow through with this insane plan, I decided to call Megan the next day and let her know I’d be dropping by. This was one proposal that would have to be put to her in person.

The next day was Thursday. I got to work early and spent some of the morning planning out details, on the off-chance that Megan decided to accept my offer.

Around eleven, I gave Megan a call. When she heard my voice, she immediately tried to launch into an obviously rehearsed apology.

I didn’t give her a chance to get started. “Megan… Megan. Listen to me. I can’t talk now, I’ve got a meeting in two minutes. There is something I want to go over with you, though, and it might be a solution to your problem. Can I come by tomorrow?”

I was extending a straw, and she clutched at it with both hands. “Um, yeah, of course. So… what is it?”

“I’d rather talk about this face to face. I’ll be there at eight, okay?”

She agreed, her voice buoyant with renewed hope, then we exchanged goodbyes. I knew she wouldn’t sound nearly as chipper when she got the gist of my proposal.

After leaving work the next day I drove home, took a shower, changed clothes and spent about an hour making myself look especially hot. Then I gathered up everything I needed, stuffed it in a brown leather carry-all, got back into the car and hit the road.

I felt excited and a bit light-headed as I drove, on my way across town to see my sister – and maybe, just maybe, change her life.

Megan answered the door, a bit surprised at how I was dressed. Instead of the casual clothes she usually saw me in, I was wearing snug black leather pants and a tight, sleeveless red top. I’d gone without a bra, and my nipples were clearly visible.

She came up and gave me a hug, her larger breasts pressing into mine, sending a ripple of desire through my belly.

Drawing away, Megan gave me a weak smile. “I’m sorry, sis. I shouldn’t have been such a bitch to you.”

“Don’t worry about that – it’s not important,” I assured her. “But we do have something to discuss.”

“Sure, c’mon in. I mixed up a pitcher of Cosmopolitans.”

We moved into the living room, Megan quickly pouring me a drink. I dropped my bag on the table and sat down in the big recliner. My sister’s lips pursed slightly when she heard the brass studs on the bottom of the bag click against the table, but I ignored her; this conversation wasn’t going to go the way she liked, and it was best to make that clear from the beginning.

“You said… you thought you could help me?” She began tentatively.

“No,” I corrected her. “I said that I might have a possible solution.”

“But doesn’t that mean…”

“No, I’m not here to give you money. I told you that I wasn’t doing that again, and I meant it. I can’t keep bailing you out, Megan. How many times have we been through this? And each time, you always end up back in the same hole.”

Megan looked sad, and a little hurt. I felt bad for her, but that didn’t make what I said any less true.

“No, money isn’t the solution.”

She spread her hands helplessly. “Then what?”

“What I’m about to offer you probably isn’t going to be anything you want, Megan… or even anything you care to know about, but it’s only fair that you’re given the option. It’s there for you, if you’re willing.”

“What – what option? Just tell me, for God’s sake!”

“I’ll get to it… but first I want to explain some things.” She nodded, and I continued. “Megan, you know that I’m gay, but there’s more to it than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have interests that go beyond sex with women.”

Megan looked confused, but was listening; so I went on.

“You see, I’m not just a lesbian. I’m also a dominant.”

She tried to process this. “So… you like to – to control other women?”

“Yes,” I replied calmly. “I take female lovers, and then I make them mine… completely and utterly mine. Basically, I own them.”

“Jesus,” she whispered.

“All of which brings me back to this situation of yours. Megan,” I told her gently, “you don’t need money. Giving you more of it won’t solve your problem; it’ll just delay it for another couple of months. What you do need is someone to take care of you.”

“What do you mean? I – I don’t understand,” Megan said.

“If you want, you can come live with me, and I’ll look after you. In exchange, you’ll do what you’re told. It’s really not much different from a job, in a way… but you get room, board, and all your needs taken care of instead of a salary.”

She still wasn’t getting it. “What, like a maid?”

I shook my head impatiently. “No, not like a maid. Just listen. I’m talking about you giving yourself over to me.” I paused, and then dropped the bomb. “What I mean, Megan, is that – well, you’d be my sex slave.”

She sat back suddenly, eyes wide with shock. It had been staring her in the face, but she’d refused to see. Now that she had, she couldn’t believe it.

“This is… some kind of joke, right?” she asked me hesitantly.

“No, Megan. I’m completely serious.”

“But how? Why? You want to have sex with me? Kris, we’re sisters!”

I reached out to touch her knee. “You’re a very desirable woman,” I said softly, “and I think we could be really good together.” She only shook her head in disbelief. “Megan, stop thinking by society’s rules, give what I’m saying a chance. We’ve always loved each other as sisters… this is just taking our feelings to another level.”

She raised her face to mine, now pale with shock. “Jesus, Kris… how long have you felt this way about me?”

I could have lied and told her something less scary than the truth – something like, Oh, it sort of struck me last night, just how much I’d love to take you to bed. But I had to be honest with my sister, especially now.

“Since I was fifteen,” I replied, somehow managing to keep from looking away.

“My God,” Megan whispered, and she began to cry.

I sat quietly, hands folded in my lap, staring silently at my sobbing sister as the cold weight of reality settled onto her. She was in trouble, and this time no one was going to hand her the money to make everything go away.

“I’m sorry, Megan,” I said with a deep sigh. “I knew you wouldn’t like the idea, but I felt I had to give you a chance to hear it.” I slowly stood and reached for my bag. “I’ll just go.”

I turned to leave, but then Megan said, “Wait.” Her voice was heavy, sullen.

“What?” I asked.

She took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself. “I should at least know what this involves. Tell me the details.”

“Are you sure?” I asked her.

“I should at least hear you out,” she mumbled bitterly. “I owe you that much, I suppose.”

“You don’t owe me…”

“Whatever, Kris… just fucking tell me!” She seemed close to hysteria. I guess I couldn’t blame her – this was a lot to absorb at once.

“Okay, but it’s not very complicated. First, I’ll pay all your outstanding bills. I’ll give you a room, food, and all your necessities. I’ll take care of you. In exchange, you sign all your assets over to me, including the house. Most of all, you give your complete obedience to me, and do what you’re told.”

“Wh-what kind of things would I do?”

“Really, you’d have to be willing to accept almost anything. You’ll have to do whatever I tell you to – dress the way I like, for one thing. And sex, of course. I get to fuck you whenever I want, however I want. There will be regular sex, some bondage, maybe even spanking. Some of it you might not like, some could even hurt, but you’ll never be injured. And some of it… you might really enjoy.”

She nodded a little distractedly, her cheeks bright pink as she stared at her knees. “Would you be sharing me? With other women?”

I shook my head. “No. My lovers are only allowed to enjoy sexual pleasure with me.” I saw her shiver at the word lovers – whether from dread or excitement, I didn’t know.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes burning into mine. “Do you think I should do it?”

I was actually startled. “What?”

“Well, you’re still my sister, right? And you’re the one with all the good advice.” I caught a hint of sarcasm in those last two words. “What if someone else was making this offer? Would you tell me to go for it?”

I gave that a bit of thought. “I don’t know,” I finally said with a sigh. “If you honestly hate the idea of giving up control of your life, you’d be miserable with me. And you’re not completely without other options. You can liquidate your assets, declare bankruptcy – get used to living with less.” I shrugged. “You’ll be fending off bill collectors for years, at the very least… but you’ll still be your own woman.”

Nodding her head with a faraway look in her eyes, Megan seemed to close down for a couple of minutes. She was obviously thinking, but I couldn’t read her. Instead I waited patiently, giving her time to decide.

After several minutes of quiet reflection, her eyes met mine. “I’ll do it.”

I was too surprised to speak at first, but recovered quickly. “All right, then.”

“You fucking bitch,” Megan muttered, staring evenly at me, “I should hate you for this.” She slumped back on the sofa. “But I’m just… so damned tired. I can’t beat my head against the wall anymore, trying to make it and only g-getting by.” She stifled a sob. “So I guess I’ll be your little sex toy, if that means so much to you.” She was struggling with tears, but finally managed to choke them back. Closing her eyes, she sat motionless for a long moment, composing herself. Then she looked up at me. “When do we start?”

I fixed her with a steady gaze. “Megan, are you absolutely sure about this?” She gave me a curt nod. “Then it starts right now.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her face going slightly pale.

Standing, I said to her, “Come with me,” and led my sister into her bedroom.

I set my hold-all down and started going through her underwear drawers. Megan watched me passively as I started removing things and tossing them on the bed, setting aside a few choice items. That accomplished, I sprawled out on the bed, watching my sister. Her expression was still impossible to read. In fact, she wasn’t even commenting about my boots on her fancy bedspread.

I gestured toward the smaller pile. “Change into those.”

Megan said nothing, wouldn’t even meet my eyes as she started to undress. She didn’t try and make it a tease, but in a way her simple, unadorned movements made the act more provocative. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Then she reached back, unclasped her bra and let it drop, making no move to cover herself. Next came her pants, and socks, then finally she was pulling down her panties and stepping out of them to reveal a neatly trimmed pubic triangle. She dressed with the same economical motions, and soon stood before me in white socks, a white t-shirt thin enough to show off her nipples, and tiny pink panties with white hearts.

I gestured to Megan to kneel, and she did without complaint. Going back to my bag, I pulled out a collar and slipped it around her neck. It was black leather with a simple D-ring hanging at the center of her throat. Her eyes were fearful as I buckled it; as if she realized for the first time what she was getting into.

She gave me a beseeching look, fingering the collar. “D-do I have to…?”

I said nothing, only folded my arms and gazed evenly at her. Finally, her cheeks crimson, she meekly bowed her head, staring at the floor.

I studied her for a few beats, then nodded. “Good.” I jerked a thumb at the heap of clothes I’d selected. “These are the things you’ll be bringing along. All the rest stays behind. I’ll buy you a new set of clothes later this week. Now go through your personal items, and figure out what you want to take. Only what you absolutely need.”

Megan gathered up a few photo albums, her old teddy bear, and a shoebox full of letters and postcards. Then she opened the top drawer of her night table and took out a small pile of books. I could tell by the way she held them that these were important to her, and wandered over to see what they were.

“My diaries,” she said when she saw me looking. “I’d like to keep writing in them.”

I nodded. “Of course,” I said, picking up one of them and idly flipping through its pages. I wasn’t reading anything, just seeing how she would react to me perusing her personal thoughts – she didn’t. Instead she began to go through her jewelry box, discarding most of the contents.

“These are the things I really want to keep,” she said, pointing at what remained in the box. “It’s mostly heirlooms or antiques, and a couple of special gifts. The rest is all the stuff I don’t care that much about.”

“You can keep the things you want, but mostly you’ll be wearing little or no jewelry.” I paused. “Of course, I might want to have you pierced in certain places.”

I expected her to register shock at that, but she simply nodded and began packing. A few minutes later, she closed the last suitcase. “That’s everything.”

I took out my car keys and handed them to her. “Go put your bags in the trunk.”

When she returned, I told her, “We’re leaving now. Put something on, but only on your lower half. The rest stays as it is.”

She wriggled into a small pair of denim cut-offs that went perfectly with what she had on, then slipped on a pair of cute pink sneakers. Straightening herself, she took a deep breath, then reached for her purse. “Okay… I’m ready.”

We walked to the front door in silence. As we entered the foyer, Megan said “Wait.” Opening her purse, she fished about inside for a few seconds, then produced a set of keys, handing them to me. “Here. This one is the house key, this is to the car. You can throw the rest away.”

She opened the door, emerging into the late afternoon sun, turning to take one last look into the home that had been hers for eight years. Then she strode away without so much as a backward glance.

I locked the house, we got in my car, and I started driving. After a few minutes, it became obvious I wasn’t heading to my place. My sister glanced at me, biting her lip, then meekly asked, “Where are we going?”

“To get your hair done,” I said.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.

I pulled into the parking lot of a mostly-deserted salon. It was run by a friend of mine, who had kept her place open late as a favor to me.

As we got out of the car, I pulled another surprise from my bag. I went up to my sister and clipped a chain leash with a leather handle to her collar. She made as if to object, but fell silent, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment.

Trailing the lead in my left hand, I led her inside. My friend Sandra was there to greet us when we came in. She came forward and gave me a hug and a kiss while my sister fidgeted at the end of the leash. There were no other customers, only Sandra and her assistant.

Sandra gave me a look of admiration – flavored, perhaps, with a hint of envy. She is also a lesbian dom, with similar tastes to mine. “My, this one’s certainly a find,” she murmured, “how long have you owned her?”

My sister blushed hotly at that, but remained silent.

“Starting today,” I replied. “She’s making her debut.”

“So,” Sandra asked, “what’s your pleasure tonight? Here to get your pet groomed, are you?”

I gave that comment a small chuckle. “I am. Megan here needs a new hairstyle,” I said. “Something young and flirty. Nothing too elaborate. And no dye – I want the carpet to match the drapes.” That last got a laugh from everyone – well, everyone who wasn’t collared.

Sandra nodded, and I handed Megan’s leash to her. She took it and led my sister to her work area. I trailed along, to watch what happened. “This is Rosie,” Sandra murmured, “she’s my best stylist.” I gave her assistant a nod. She was a petite redhead with an incredible ass that seemed to beg to be spanked. I wondered if she had ever been one of Sandra’s pets.

Rosie tried to ask my sister’s opinion on a possible style, but Megan just shook her head meekly and mumbled, “It’s not up to me.” I was pleased to see my sister assuming a subservient attitude so quickly.

Rosie flushed a little, and looked at me uncertainly. I just smiled and told her “Use your own judgment,” and soon she was snipping away.

Megan has light chestnut-hued hair, with coppery highlights. I’d always wished for her color, but she insisted that I was luckier being blond. She never did much with her hair, though. She kept it long, and mostly just let it hang loose or pulled it into a ponytail.

Rosie cut her hair short, about level with her chin, then gave Megan a layered bob with razor-finished edges. It looked marvelous on her, and made her look younger. She was 28, but looked more like a college student with the new cut, maybe post-grad but still fresh and sassy. It looked good enough that I was a little jealous. Megan seemed happy with it, too, gazing in wonder at her image in the mirror.

“Oh, Rosie, that’s perfect! You did a marvelous job,” I told her.

“It really is nice… thank you,” Megan said softly.

“It turned out even better than I expected,” Rosie admitted, as she finished brushing away the loose hairs from Megan’s shoulders.

When she was done, Rosie led Megan back to me, a charmingly bashful expression on her face as she handed back the leash. I thanked her again, and handed her a folded bill.

“Here, this is for you.” Then, offering her my card, I said, “And this is for if you ever decide you’d like to try being on the other end of the leash.” I gave her a smile and a wink.

We got back into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

“You really do look great, you know,” I said, turning onto the road.

“Thank you. I really like it, and I didn’t expect to,” she said.

A few minutes passed quietly, and then she said, “Can I ask questions? About this, I mean.”

“Of course you can.”

“Why are you trying to make me look younger? I mean, the haircut, and then you dressed me up like I was in – in an X-rated sleepover movie. Is it just because I’m the older sister?”

“No, not really. Though there’s probably a little of that there. Truth is, I just like the look. And since I can tell you what to wear, you have to deal with my tastes.”

She blushed and averted her eyes, but I could tell that this was very intriguing to her. I began to wonder if my sister had naturally submissive tendencies.

We pulled into the parking lot of a popular neighborhood café, which was pretty busy at that time of evening. As soon as I switched off the ignition, Megan put her hand on my arm.

“Do I have to wear this,” and she indicated the leash, “in there?” Her voice was tiny, terrified.

“You belong to me now,” I said evenly, “so you do if I tell you to.”

She was shivering. “Please, Kris… please don’t make me! It’s too – too public. I’m n-not ready.” She placed a hand on my arm. “Please…”

I hesitated. Truth be told, I hadn’t even planned to have Kris wear the leash in the cafe, not feeling the need to humiliate my sister. She didn’t know that, though…  and even if it wasn’t genuine, a touch of mercy given at such an emotionally charged moment might soften her up even more.

“All right,” I said very quietly, very deliberately as I unhooked the leash from my sister’s collar. “I won’t make you. Not tonight.”

Megan was nearly overwhelmed with relief. “Thank you – thank you, Kris!” she gasped. “I’m sorry, I was just afraid–”

I silenced her with a raised hand. “Don’t thank me,” I told her. “Just understand this. I’m going against my own desire as a favor to you. That won’t happen again.”

Her happy face instantly became sober. “I understand,” she whispered.

“One more thing,” I added, my voice still even. Suddenly I grasped my sister’s arm, violently yanking her across the car seat to me. A tiny squeak of alarm escaped her throat. My face was an inch from hers as I hissed, “I will bring you here again, Megan. It might be a week from now, maybe a month, maybe more – but I will lead you in there, and you’ll be wearing this leash. Only by then, you’ll be proud of it, wanting everyone there to know you’re mine.”

She gaped at me, made as if to speak, then stopped.

“Now come on,” I continued, “let’s go.” I got out and crunched through the gravel that filled the parking lot, not even bothering to wait for Megan. By the time I’d reached the door of the café, she was at my side and breathless, having raced across the lot to join me. Pleased, I held the door for her, gesturing my sister inside.

We sat down, ordered coffee and sandwiches, and resumed the conversation.

“So, why is it that you want to put me on a leash, anyway?” she asked, staring down at the table top, still a bit shaken from my display of force. “Is it to – to embarrass me?”

“No, in fact I’d rather you enjoyed it, or learned to. I do it because I like being in charge.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dominance is about control… making you do things. But something like making you pass the salt doesn’t really mean very much – you’d do that anyway. Getting you to do something you wouldn’t normally do is much more satisfying. And pushing you way past your comfort limit can be an incredible thrill – for both of us, sometimes. That’s a big part of it, but there’s another reason: you belong to me, and I want to show you off.”

“That’s… sort of childish, wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh, sure,” I grinned.

“Okay. So how come you aren’t making me calling you ‘Mistress’, or something like that?”

I made a dismissive gesture. “Hmmmf. That’s just… acting. It’s for people who get dressed up in spiked heels and corsets to play dom-and-sub games on weekends. I mean, if forcing someone to address you as, say, ‘Goddess’, honestly gets you excited, okay. Otherwise, I don’t see the point.” I studied my sister, intrigued by her curiosity. “Any more questions?”

Well… yeah. Why do you let me speak to you without, um, being spoken to first? I thought rules like that were, you know, the kind of thing dominants were totally into.”

I reached out to take Meg’s hand. “Look, sis… you’re mine now, and I’m going to use you as I please. But that doesn’t mean that I’m trying to turn you into a mindless Barbie doll. The reasons you mean so much to me as a sister are the same things that make me want to fuck you. Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” she softly replied.

“Now, it’s my turn to ask a question. I know this whole situation is weird, maybe a little scary. But on some level… you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

She blushed, then took a moment to ponder my words before she answered.

“I’m not sure. It’s all mixed up with everything inside. I’m still kind of in shock about things, but I think I might… might like this idea of belonging to someone. You being my sister makes it weird, but I have to admit that the whole idea is definitely – well, it is kind of interesting.”

“Good,” I said, giving her hand a little squeeze. “It’s a start.”

Our food arrived at that moment, and as the waitress left, I glanced into Meg’s eyes and firmly announced, “We’ll finish talking later.” Then I shifted my attention to the plate before me, as if my sister wasn’t even there.

She got the message, and we ate our meal in silence.

Once the plates had been cleared away and the check delivered, I dawdled over my coffee, as if we had all the time in the world. In truth, I was eager to get home with my new toy, impatient to play with her. But I also wanted to give Megan a lesson in the art of submission. Waiting is a huge part of being a slave, and I was interested to see how well my sister could deal with it.

She acquitted herself well – occasionally shifting in her seat, but remaining docile, showing no overt signs of impatience. I was impressed.

Setting down my empty cup and rising from my seat, I announced, “Time to go.” I dropped a twenty on the table, then we exited the café together.

Meg was silent, lost in her thoughts as I drove us home. I could sense her growing tension as I turned into the driveway.

“Leave your bags for now,” I told her as I parked. Meg nodded, a tiny shiver rippling through her when I opened the glove compartment and took out the leash. She paused to see if I would attach it to her, but I simply folded it into my left hand, opened the car door and set off for the front door, my sister following meekly behind.

When we were inside I told Megan, “Lose those shorts and shoes, but leave the rest.”

Once she had stripped down to her thin top and panties, I fastened the leash to her collar, then began to lead her deeper into the house, to my bedroom.

“You’re going to… do things to me now, aren’t you?” my sister said in a small voice.

“Bright girl,” I purred as we entered my room. It isn’t stylish, but it’s luxurious and welcoming. The carpet is plush, with extra-thick padding, so the floor is comfortable for any games I choose to play with my lovers. The furniture is soft, overstuffed, and upholstered in sensuous leathers and fabrics. Finally, there is a large canopy bed with velvet curtains.

I guided us over to a cozy leather loveseat and we sat down, facing each other. Megan was shivering slightly, and it wasn’t because she was cold.

So,” I said, placing a hand on my sister’s bare thigh, “now that you know your situation, do we have a problem?”

“You and me, you mean? Having sex?”

“Yes.”

“It’s wrong.”

“Probably,” I smiled, “but that wasn’t my question.”

“I… I don’t think so.”

“Good,” I said. Lashing out quickly, I seized her hair and jerked her head back, thrilling to the sound of her gasp. I pushed her back against the arm of the love seat and slowly arched her backwards, then I moved forward on my knees until I was straddling my sister’s waist. I looked down into her eyes and said, “Very good.”

Then I kissed her, hard and deep, forcing my tongue into her mouth.

Megan was too startled to react at first, but then she relaxed, surrendering herself to my passion. And slowly, tentatively, she began to kiss me back. She slid her tongue along with mine, responding to my movements but making none of her own.

Finally, I leaned back and sat up, studying her. Meg was flushed and trembling – from sexual excitement or fear? I wasn’t sure.

“Get on the floor,” I told her.

I was still on top of her, so she had to work herself free. I was pleased that my sister didn’t even attempt to get me to move. Instead, she shimmied her way from between my thighs and slid to the carpet. She knelt there before me, the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

My entire body was throbbing with anticipation. Meg seemed to be falling naturally into her role as a sub.

I turned to face her and sat back down, extending my legs out to either side of her. “Now take off my boots and pants.”

She wrestled the tight boots off one at a time, followed by my socks. Then, her lips slightly parted, Megan reached up and unzipped the leather pants. Grasping them, she tugged them down my legs and off. I wasn’t wearing panties, and her eyes widened even further at the sight of my shaved vulva.

“Kiss my feet,” I ordered. “Then my legs.”

Megan looked a little surprised, but took my right foot in her hand, lifted it up, and gently kissed it. Then she surprised me, sliding her tongue between my toes.

I loved the sensation of her warm, wet tongue, I loved watching her service me in such a lewd way, and I loved that it was my own beautiful sister doing it. Pulling off my shirt, I tossed it aside.

Now nude, I leaned back, purring with delight as Megan continued to pleasure me. She had finished with the foot and was working her way up from my ankle using long, soft strokes of her tongue – it was divine. She had to move up and lean forward over my legs as she progressed higher, past my knees. I felt the recently clipped ends of her hair trailing enticingly over my skin.

Soon Megan was licking my upper thighs, and looked for all the world as if she was about to venture in between them without being asked. I burned for the touch of my sister’s mouth on my cunt, but she had unfinished business.

“Don’t forget the other leg,” I said, and she bowed down to begin again with my left leg. I reveled in the gentle point of pressure that was her tongue as it brushed along my skin. Soon enough, Megan was nuzzling my upper thighs again. I reached down to stop her with a firm hand on the shoulder, then pushed her away.

Meg blinked foolishly at me as I guided her onto her back, then straightened myself to tower over her. I stood, gazing down at my new slave, heart racing like a wild stallion as I dreamed of the freaky, twisted incest games I would play with my big sister. I’d been an acting dominant for eight years; but what I now had with Megan was something new, so big and thrilling that it stole my breath away.

This was no time for reflection, though. My slave sister was lying at my feet, ready – if not yet fully willing – to service me.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I straddled Megan’s face. My eyes met hers, and I smiled. Without a word, I lowered my shaved sex to her mouth.

Megan’s tongue flickered out, barely making contact before jerking back. Then, when the sky didn’t fall, she moved in closer and started licking me with long, slow strokes. She didn’t really have any technique to speak of, but I’d expected that. I simply directed where I wanted her to lick by moving my pelvis, presenting new areas to her tongue, letting her explore the contours and folds of her new lover’s vagina.

It wasn’t long before she seemed to relax and grow a bit more adventurous. A surge of pleasure flowed through me as Meg brought her mouth into play, kissing and sucking at the wet flesh. For someone who, I was fairly certain, had never been sexually intimate with another woman, my sister seemed to have a hidden talent for cunnilingus.

I was shifting my hips as I fed Megan my pussy, squirming atop her face, enthralled by the soft liquid sounds her mouth made while she ate me.

Then I gave my sister another surprise, moving forward and shifting my weight slightly. Suddenly, Megan’s tongue was gliding over the crack of my ass. She froze beneath me.

“No one told you to stop,” I admonished her.

Gulping audibly, she complied. I felt her tongue slip back between my cheeks, brushing my anus.

“Harder… deeper!” I hissed.

And she did it. Her tongue was now burrowing between my cheeks, licking up and down the dark cleft. I was overwhelmed, ecstatic; my older sister was rimming me. Soon she was growing bolder, pressing her mouth into my asshole in a lewd French kiss.

“Oh, such a naughty, dirty little girl,” I moaned, scissoring my nipples with twitching fingers.

I could not believe this was happening. Whatever expectations I’d had of how Megan would respond to being forced into pleasuring me, it was nothing like the reality now playing out on my bedroom floor, with my sister turned slave eagerly feasting on my cunt and asshole.

Believe me, I knew what it was like to be serviced by a reluctant lover – and at that moment, Meg was anything but reluctant.

I let her lick my asshole for a while, then shifted again, guiding her lips to my throbbing clitoris. I couldn’t wait another minute to come; every atom of me was screaming for release.

Grinding my cunt into her face, I rode her mouth while she sucked and licked at me. I could see her glazed eyes from where I sat, and I forced myself to stare into them as the mother of orgasms smashed into me like a tsunami.

I fell forward onto my hands, shivering helplessly as jolt after sizzling jolt of pleasure ripped through my body – and through it all, Megan’s tongue continued to bathe my sex. “Not so fast,” I gasped, “s-slower.”

The movements of my sister’s tongue grew languid, soothing, carrying me down from the peak of ecstasy as my climax dimmed to a comforting haze. My tension dissipated itself with one long, deep breath, and I eased myself off Meg’s face, kneeling beside her.

She was a beautiful mess. Her hair was awry, cheeks flushed, face smeared with my juices. Her lips, chin, cheeks, even the tip of her nose all glistened wetly.

I bent down and gave her another kiss, my lips gently brushing hers. Megan responded with a passion that startled me, her tongue seeking and finding mine. Unable to resist, I returned her kiss with a renewed heat of my own, humming as I savored the sharp tang of my pussy on Meg’s lips.

Finally I pulled away, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes, both breathing heavily. I raised myself into a sitting position, trying to calm my pounding heart, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Up on the bed,” I told her.

Without a word Meg stood, then padded over to crawl, catlike, onto the canopy bed. She twisted herself about to sprawl on her back, her legs enticingly parted to reveal a wet patch on the front of her skimpy panties.

Quickly moving to her side, I roughly stripped my sister of those panties and her shirt, deciding to leave the cute little socks on her feet. “You did that well,” I said to Megan as I undressed her. “Was it really your first time with a woman?”

She blushed, then whispered, “Yes.”

“Well, I can’t wait to see how good you get with a little practice,” I said, then bent to remove a few sexy underthings from a wooden cabinet at my bedside. “Did you enjoy it?” I asked as I sat on the bed and started pulling on a pair of black stockings. Megan was watching me curiously, but didn’t comment on my actions.

“I think so,” she murmured shyly. “It was very different, and not what I expected, but… yeah, I liked it.”

“Good.” I fastened a garter belt around my waist and clipped the stockings to it. I moved back to the cabinet, this time pulling out a nine-inch strap-on cock attached to a harness, which I casually buckled on. Meg’s eyes widened as she took in the size of the thing. I remembered her telling me once about a guy who she’d dated for at least a year, giggling about his small penis. Well, she’d feel every inch of this.

I climbed up on the bed and knelt between Megan’s legs. Leaning down, I gave her a gentle, lingering kiss as I carefully positioned the tip of the dildo at her vaginal entrance. Without warning, I grabbed her hips and dug my knees into the bed.

Holding her tightly, I thrust forward, driving the entire length into her in one powerful stroke.

Megan gave a choked scream and tried to scramble away from the invading phallus. But my grip on her was powerful; she was unable to escape. Instead, she gave me a wounded stare.

“For God’s sake, Kris!” she gasped. “Th-that really hurt!”

“I know.”

“I wasn’t ready for that! You knew it would hurt.”

“Yes.”

She shook her head, confused. “But… why?”

“Think of it as an object lesson,” I told her.

“Wh-what?”

“I did it, dear sister, to show you that I can take you however I want, whenever I want. And,” I growled, rocking my hips back quickly and plowing into her again, “soon there will be a time when you’ll love for me to do you this way.”

I didn’t give her time for more words. I plunged in and out of her, fucking Meg with rapid, forceful strokes, giving big sister everything I had. It was harsh, even brutal. I knew that.

But I also knew how on edge she was. She’d been engaged in forbidden sex play for at least half an hour, and had yet to come. She was wet – so wet she squished with each thrust of my cock. She wasn’t ready for me when I first penetrated her, and I’m sure it hurt, but at this point that pain was just more fuel for the fire that roared inside her. After just a couple of those savage strokes I could feel her open to me, her body accommodating my assault.

And on the fifth stroke, she came. Her body arched violently, her fists pounded on the bed.

“Oh… oh, fuck!” she gasped. So I did.

I gave her no time to recover, no respite, no opportunity to catch her breath. I worked my hips like some kind of crazy piston, plunging my cock into her again and again. She bucked furiously beneath me, gasping audibly, fingernails biting into my back. But I continued to give it to my sister, hard, fast and deep.

Before another minute had elapsed, she came for me again. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!” was all she was able to get out.

I moderated my pace after Megan’s second orgasm, using slow, long thrusts at first to give her a chance to recover. Once I heard her breathing normally I settled into a steady, constant rhythm. I pressed my body into hers until we were nearly nose-to-nose, locking eyes with my sister as I fucked her. Our breasts met on each downstroke, nipples occasionally brushing together.

“Put your legs around me, Meg,” I commanded. She drew both legs up to wrap them around my waist, squeezing me tightly with each stroke.

Then she stiffened beneath me and groaned as she burst into yet another orgasm – smaller than the previous two, but still plenty intense.

I claimed my sister’s mouth with mine, kissing her as passionately as I had ever kissed a lover. Her tongue instantly flashed to life, tangling with my own. My head swam, and I marveled once more at how easily my sister had given herself up to me.

She began coming regularly after that. Almost as soon as one was over, another orgasm would overtake her.

Megan’s body was shuddering in near-constant waves of bliss beneath me as she took all nine inches of my prick. That, coupled with the friction from the strap-on against my clit – not to mention the taboo eroticism of this entire encounter – soon had me speedily building to my own climax. As I felt its approach, I slid a hand between me and Megan. I sought out and found her clit, pressing down on the little bud with my finger.

The effect was electric. Her body shook and spasmed helplessly. Her orgasms, already coming closely together, joined into one continuous, raging storm of pleasure.

I kept driving into her writhing body, bringing myself ever closer to my own peak. As I came, I pinched Megan’s clit and twisted it sharply. She arched up, body rigid, and let out a loud keening wail. She held herself motionless for a few long seconds, and at the same time I ground the strap-on into her with my own orgasm. Then she went limp, falling back onto the bed in a sweaty heap.

I stared down at my sister in awe. Meg had come so hard that she’d passed out.

I carefully extracted the wet dildo from my sister’s body, then sat back on my haunches, gazing thoughtfully at her glistening sex. Reaching out to slide a finger through her nether lips, I collected a sample of Meg’s nectar and tasted it. Mmmm, ambrosia.

Unbuckling the strap-on, I tossed it aside. Then I sat down next to her and took Meg’s head into my lap, waiting for her to regain consciousness. A few minutes passed before she began to stir.

“Welcome back,” I said softly when her eyes fluttered open.

She blinked a few times, then gaped at me in disbelief. “Oh, my God,” she said, closing her eyes again.

“How do you feel?”

“Mmmm, a very tired, sore, and worn-out kind of wonderful…”

“I take it you’re satisfied, then?” I asked, chuckling.

“I’m not sure I can feel them – are my legs still attached?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes, very satisfied.” She gazed adoringly at me. “That was… beautiful, Kris.”

Unable to resist a sudden impulse, I murmured, “You did amazingly well for your first time, Meg.” I stroked her face. “Hmmm… I think my pet deserves a special treat.”

And without another word, I slipped out from beneath Meg, then knelt between her thighs. I bent down to kiss her sticky vulva, then began to gently bathe her slit with my tongue, soothing the tender flesh.

I was surprised to find myself doing this. With my other slaves, I only went down on them as a saved-up reward, never for something as ordinary as a good performance in bed. But the hunger I felt at that moment for my sister’s pussy and this sudden desire to give her pleasure was too powerful to deny.

After licking Meg for a couple of minutes, listening to her sighs of contentment, I crawled up the glorious length of her body and into her waiting arms. We kissed tenderly, our tongues mingling for a brief moment.

We slowly parted, and my sister reached up to touch my cheek, her eyes moist.

“I love you, Kris,” she breathed. “I mean, I really, really love you.”

“I love you too, big sister,” I cooed. “Maybe, just maybe, we could forget sometimes that you’re my slave… and you and I can just be lovers.”

“I’d like that,” she admitted. “But not right away, though. I have to learn to be a good slave first. I want to… to serve you in every way you want, Kris.”

I stroked my sister’s moist brow. “When you say things like that, sweet Meg,” I whispered, “you make me very happy.”

She shook her head in amazement. “God, I never imagined I could want something like this. But now it seems so… so right. All those wimpy, boring guys I’ve been with…” She reached out to touch my face. “You understand me better than any of them did, Kris. You know me better then I know myself.”

“Shhh,” I whispered, taking my sister into my arms. “No more talking for now. Relax.”

We lay entwined for several minutes, then I rolled to the side, stretched myself, then told Meg, “Okay, time to get up. We’ve got to get you settled in.”

She rose unsteadily to her feet, then gathered up the few items she’d been wearing. I took my dressing gown from its hook and slipped it on, not bothering to fasten the tie. Reaching for Megan’s leash, still dangling from her collar, I told her, “Come.”

I led her through the house, down a flight of stairs to a room beneath the kitchen area. Opening the door, I ushered her inside.

It was a small-to-medium sized bedroom, with a queen-sized bed and simple furnishings. The room was plain, without much in the way of decoration.

“This is your room,” I announced.

“Servant’s quarters?” Megan questioned after looking around.

“Slave’s quarters,” I replied with a smile. “It doesn’t look like much now, but we’ll fix it up however you want. We’ll discuss that later. Now,” and my voice grew stern, “tomorrow morning, I expect you in my room by nine o’clock. If I’m asleep, don’t wake me, just sit in the chair near the foot of the bed and await my orders. There’s a lot more we’ll need to cover, but it can wait till then. Any more questions?”

Megan shook her head, obviously overwhelmed by it all.

“Well, you’ve had a taste of your new life. Do you think you can handle it?”

Megan smiled and nodded her head. “I do. It’s the hottest, best sex I’ve ever had… and with my own sister!” She clutched my hand tightly, then pressed it to her lips. “I want to be the best slave you ever had, Kris,” she whispered.

“Until tomorrow, then. Good night.” I drew my still-naked sister into my arms and kissed her fiercely, then turned and left, closing the door behind me.

I padded back to my bedroom, confused and concerned by the wild whirl of thoughts somersaulting around in my head.

My personal relations with the women who’d been my slaves – there had been five, so far – had ranged from cool to friendly, though I’d certainly felt a strong physical desire for each of them at the time. You see, a certain distance had to be maintained between keeper and pet, so the pet would do anything – anything – for a scrap of affection or a kind word. It was my most effective method of binding a slave to me, body and soul.

But what I now felt for my sister seemed vastly different. My body was still tingling from the sex we had just shared; I found myself already yearning for more of her kisses. I’d actually gone down on her after our first fuck, instead of my usual approach: to deny a slave the touch of my mouth until she was literally willing to crawl to me for it.

And what was it I’d said to Meg? “Maybe we could forget sometimes that you’re my slave… and you and I can just be lovers.” Where in God’s name had that come from?

Was I falling in love with Megan?

When I had the inspiration of making a sex slave of my sister, it seemed like a great idea if I could get her to go for it. I was feeling a sharp hunger for a new plaything, and I’d lusted after Meg for more than ten years. God knows, she needed someone to take charge of her.

Now I was beginning to think that I’d outsmarted myself. It looked as if this slave might be changing her keeper’s life, just as much as I would be changing hers.

Well, what the hell, I told myself with a shrug as I entered my room. However this plays out, it won’t be boring. 

Sighing contentedly, I shed my dressing gown, crawled into bed, and quickly fell asleep.

By JetBoy

“Mommy?” fourteen-year-old Becky called as she entered the house; dropping her school satchel to the floor with a thud, then kicking off her shoes.

“I’m in the bedroom, honey,” Connie called back.

“Hey, Mommy,” Becky chirped as she padded into her mother’s room in her stocking feet. She sat on the bed and watched as her mother, naked and still damp from her evening shower, briskly toweled her body.

“Hi, kiddo,” murmured Connie, hanging her towel on a nearby chair. “How’d the rehearsal go?”

Becky shrugged. “We worked on my big scene with Jimmy. It went okay, I guess.” She sighed, folding her arms. “Sure wish I didn’t have to kiss him, though… yuck!”

“Well, you wanted to be an actress,” Connie laughed. “That kind of thing happens when you’re the prettiest girl in the Drama Club.”

“I’m not the prettiest.” Becky muttered, embarrassed but pleased. She continued to watch her nude mother as Connie sat before the mirror, running a brush through her damp hair. “How was work?”

“I’ve had better days.” Connie placed the brush on her vanity table, flexed both elbows, then winced. “Ooof. We were down two interns today, so I had to sterilize two pallets of test tubes by myself. Now I’m all sore.”

“Want me to rub your shoulders?” piped the girl, a meaningful smile on her lips.

Connie grinned at her daughter’s reflection in the vanity mirror. “Well, I wouldn’t say no…”

Becky pushed herself up from the bed and moved over to where her mother sat, standing behind her chair. Placing both hands on Connie’s shoulders, she began to knead them gently.

“Oooooohh, that’s lovely,” Connie moaned, relaxing into the chair. “How’d you get such strong hands for a sweet little thing of fourteen, anyway?”

“Arm-wrestling boys!” retorted Becky. “I usually win, too.”

Connie opened one eye. “Please tell me that you aren’t really–” Then she laughed wearily, shaking her head. “Never mind, don’t tell me. That way I can plead ignorance when the principal calls.”

“Yeah… what you don’t know won’t get me grounded.” Becky snickered. Now she was rubbing her mother’s neck, working the tension away with her thumbs. “I don’t know if I like your new hairdo, Mommy… I think you got it cut too short.”

“I sort of need it to be short, hon… I’ve got to keep my head covered when we’re in the laboratory, and it’s just too uncomfortable for me with all that hair.” She gave a contented sigh. “Oh, man, that feels good…”

Becky glanced at the image in the mirror, feeling a rising excitement deep within as she admired her mother’s bare body.

Connie sighed once again, languidly trailing her fingertips across her belly as Becky’s massage gradually relaxed into soft caresses.

Finally Becky leaned in close to nuzzle her mother’s neck… then the eager fourteen-year-old began placing feather-light kisses and playful little bites around Connie’s ear, cheek, neck and shoulders. Then she wrapped both arms around her mother’s body to cup Connie’s firm breasts, her thumbs gliding over the stiffening nipples.

“Ohh, that’s nice… very nice,” Connie sighed. “Give me a kiss, babe.”

She turned her head and was greeted by Becky’s hungry mouth, which pressed eagerly into hers. The 32-year-old single mother whimpered as her daughter’s tongue darted between her parted lips, the young girl’s kiss filled with more passion than Connie had ever received from a lover.

“Do you want to, baby?” Connie asked as she gently broke away, gazing into her daughter’s eyes.

Becky nodded, taking her mother’s hands in her own, fondling them for a few heartbeats before placing them on her chest.

Connie palmed the budding breasts of her daughter, smiling as she felt Becky’s nipples grow taut through her clothes. Fingers made clumsy with sudden excitement, she unbuttoned the child’s top and slipped it off, quickly followed by the cotton undershirt she wore underneath.

Becky’s upper half now bare, Connie lowered her head to lick and nibble playfully at the girl’s breasts, one after the other. Becky moaned, welcoming the touch of her mother’s lips.

“Get up here, honeybunch,” Connie crooned, raising her face to Becky’s as she patted the nearby bed.

The half-naked fourteen-year old clambered onto the bed and stood, gazing down at her mother as Connie unzipped Becky’s skirt and pulled it, together with a tiny pair of light blue panties, down to her ankles.

Becky stepped out of the clothes pooled at her feet and posed, proudly nude. Her lightly-downed slit tingled and her nipples throbbed in anticipation of the pleasures she would soon share with her sexy mother.

“You’re so beautiful, Becky,” Connie whispered, reaching out to stroke the soft belly of her little-girl lover with trembling fingers. “A wonder to behold… a dream come to life. Do you know how important you are to me? And why?”

Becky hugged herself as she gazed adoringly at her mother. “Tell me why, Mommy.”

Drawing her little girl near, Connie allowed her parted lips to lightly brush her daughter’s nipples, then placed a trail of kisses that led, one after the other, down to Becky’s tummy. “Because you came to me, honey.” she whispered. “Because two marvelous weeks ago you offered yourself to me, without any coaxing or urging on my part. Because you knew that I wanted us to be lovers. Without me saying a word.” She pressed her cheek against her daughter’s angel-soft pudenda as Becky swayed to and fro, her face alight with rapture. “That was the most wonderful day of my life, baby.”

“Mine too, Mommy,” sighed Becky.

Connie briefly touched her lips to the girl’s mound, then wrapped both arms around her waist. Staring up at the dreamy-eyed girl, she smiled. “Want to lie down with me and get comfy?”

“Okay,” Becky giggled.

Soon mother and daughter were nestled together on the bed. Her arms wrapped around Becky, Connie placed a few soft kisses on the child’s neck. “Tell me something, honey… you mentioned it after we made love for the first time, but now I want to hear the whole story. Tell me about — well, how you knew for sure that I wanted you.”

Becky’s eyes fluttered open. “Right now, Mommy? Aren’t we gonna fool around?”

“We are, honeybunch, but first I’d like to hear about how you decided that you wanted us to be lovers. Pretty please?” Her hands wandered over the young teen’s silky-smooth frame.

“Mmmm… this feels so nice, though. Sure you don’t wanna have sex first, an’ then I tell the story?”

“Do it for me, honey. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” She teased her daughter’s moist slit with a stroke of the index finger, and Becky moaned. “There. That’s a down payment.”

“Okay,” the girl murmured, taking a deep breath. “Well, we were in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast… an’ all I had on was my underpants and a t-shirt. I was washing the dishes when I kinda noticed that, well, you were sort of looking at my butt.”

“Mmmmyeah,” Connie murmured dreamily. “That’s what made me start having sexy thoughts about you in the first place — this cute little bottom.” She ran a hand over Becky’s firm rump.

“Well, I thought it was strange… ‘specially the way you were looking at my butt. It wasn’t like, y’know, I had a rip in my panties or something — it felt more like you were checking me out. Like a couple of weeks before then, when I wore my bikini to the beach for the first time?”

“Oh, yes, that day. You were quite the star, I recall — strutting around like the Queen of Sheba!”

“I never had boys looking at me that way before, an’ it was kind of cool… even if I already knew I liked girls better. Well, anyhow, the way you were acting that morning made me think of what it was like on the beach, being watched by guys.”

“Uh-huh… but you didn’t know why I was checking out your butt, did you?”

“Not yet, but I was kinda wondering. So the next morning, I wore panties and a t-shirt — but this time, I picked a littler shirt, one that didn’t go down so far. And you were looking at my butt again!”

Connie grinned sheepishly. “Oh, I’m sure I was…”

So then I started thinking, maybe Mommy likes girls too… an’ you were only checking my bottom out ’cause it’s cute!” She giggled. “I couldn’t even imagine you wanting to, to actually do sex stuff with me!”

“I wanted to, though,” Connie sighed. “You’d be surprised at how many times I was stretched out in this bed, touching my pussy and dreaming of you.” She placed a gentle kiss upon Becky’s mouth. “Anyhow, go on with your story. What happened then?”

“Well, like I said, I already kinda knew that I was gay, ‘cos me and Cheryl had kissed and made out… after that, boys just seemed boring. So when I started thinking that you might be the same way, I was dying to know if it was true or not! So, um… I sorta started watching you when we went places, like to a restaurant or the mall, to see if you looked at the girls there.”

“My goodness, you were quite the little detective, weren’t you?” Connie replied. “So how’d your… investigation turn out?”

“God, Mom — you were totally watching. You tried to be all sneaky about it, but once I figured out what to look for…” Becky giggled. “I remember when we were at the Cinnabon, an’ there were these two cute girls in line ahead of us — ’bout my age, wearing these tight little shorts… you couldn’t stop looking at ’em!”

“Oh yeah… I remember those two,” marveled Connie. “I made myself come that night, thinking about them.”

Becky giggled. “I thought they were hot, too. Anyhow… that’s when I figured I oughta check out your computer, to see if you had lesbian stuff hidden there. So I waited till that Saturday when you went to the flea market.”

“Oh, okay,” Connie nodded. “God, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why you didn’t want to come along. You were planning a little freelance espionage…”

Becky gave a snort of laughter. “Yep, that’s what it was, all right. Anyhow… I logged on your computer soon as you left, an’ sure enough, I found the files with all your lesbo pictures and stories in, like, a couple of minutes!”

“It took me hours just to learn how to set up files. I never knew you needed to hide them, too!” Connie shook her head, grinning wryly. “I’m afraid that your poor mother is definitely not a child of the digital age.”

“That’s for sure. So anyhow… I was looking through your photos, an’ I saw that all of ’em were of teenage girls. No women!”

“Well, you’d already figured out that I was attracted to young girls, right? Because of that day at the mall.”

“Yeah, Mommy — but I figured you liked grownup women too. You didn’t have any naked pictures of them, though…”

Connie shrugged. “It’s the way I am, honey. I’ve always been aroused more by girls… ever since I began to develop. Mmmm, s’pose I just never grew out of it.” She was stroking her breasts, teasing the swollen nipples with her fingertips.

“Okay, so… I started going through the stories, and guess what I noticed then!”

Connie’s voice was thickening with desire. “Don’t tease me, child… tell me.”

Becky edged closer, her lips brushing Connie’s ear. “What I saw, Mommy,” she whispered, “was how you had lots and lots of stories about mommies and their little girls… doing sex stuff together.” She dipped down to place a moist kiss on her mother’s neck.

“Oooh, nice,” purred the young mother, a dreamy expression on her face. “So, I guess that must have been a shock to you…”

“Yeah, at first I was totally surprised… ‘cos I never even knew mommies even did things like that! But I thought it was way hot. Then, I kinda wondered what it would be like if you, um, did stuff like that to me. And that was when I understood what was going on!” Becky sat up, eyes flashing with excitement. “The — the way you’d been looking at me, the pictures an’ all those stories… Somehow I just knew that — that you wanted us to b-be girlfriends!”

“Oh, honey,” moaned Connie, cupping her breasts. “H-how did that make you feel?”

“Sorta scared… at first, anyhow,” admitted the fourteen-year-old. “But the more an’ more I thought about it, the better I liked it. I do love you lots, Mommy. And you’re, like, the sexiest lady I know!” A lovely pink tinge appeared in the girl’s cheeks. “Wanna know what I did then?” she shyly murmured.

Connie ran both hands down her body to stroke the insides of her thighs. The air was thick with the smell of womanly heat, and her sex was so wet that it glistened. “What, Becky? What d-d-did you do?”

Becky lay down alongside her mother, throwing a leg over Connie’s. “I touched myself, Mommy. I took off my panties, an’ put my hands under my dress, an’ touched my pussy ’til I came, thinking about us doing sex stuff.”

“Precious child,” gasped Connie. “Oh, baby, I adore you…”

“And then, Mommy,” the girl continued, climbing on top of her writhing mother, “I licked off my fingers, thinking ’bout how to make it happen for real… what I could do to make you love me that way.”

Connie stared at her daughter with lust-glazed eyes. “And you did, honeybunch — that wonderful day when we… we sunbathed in the back yard. You made it happen. And then… we became lovers.”

“Yeah,” Becky breathed, gazing hungrily at Connie. “And we will be, too, Mommy. For ever an’ ever!”

“Oh, baby… kiss me.”

Becky obliged, crushing her open mouth to Connie’s, her tongue darting between the woman’s lips.

“Mmmmm,” the older woman moaned into their kiss, her hands sliding down Becky’s back until she was cradling her daughter’s firm bottom with both hands. She parted her thighs, opening herself up to Becky’s lusty assault as the eager fourteen-year-old pumped her hips, frantically grinding the rise of her mound against Connie’s vulva while tongue-fucking her mouth.

Suddenly the panting teenager was pulling away, scrambling up to kneel beside Connie, reaching out to explore her mother with busy hands. “Oh, Mommy,” she gasped, “I wanna feel every bit of you. I wanna touch you — everywhere! You’re so beautiful, Mommy. So beautiful…” Her fingers traced lightly over the older woman’s breasts, grazed her belly, then dipped between Connie’s thighs to touch the moist flesh, warmed and waiting.

“Ohhh, baby… you can feel what you’ve done t-to me, you sweet, wicked child — c-can’t you?” Connie stammered as Becky’s fingers squished in her dripping cunt. “Oh yes, oh GOD that feels s-so good. Now lick me, baby, please…”

Becky knelt between her mother’s legs, sweeping her blonde hair back with a regal sweep of the head, then bent to her work.

Connie watched in dazed delight as her adolescent daughter kissed her left knee… then the right. The left thigh. Right thigh, moving higher. Becky’s warm lips shifted from one leg to the other, now nuzzling her mother’s soft inner thighs, steadily moving toward her pussy.

Even though she was expecting it, Connie jerked as Becky’s mouth pressed into the curly triangle of her pubes, tenderly kissing the warm, moist flesh. Placing trembling hands on either side of her daughter’s head, Connie whimpered as Becky’s tongue emerged to lick at her labia. “Oh, yes… eat Mommy’s pussy, sweetheart.”

Becky nuzzled the glistening pinkness before her, nose buried in her mother’s bush, lips and tongue eagerly seeking wetness.

The sight of the fourteen-year-old face of Becky nestled between her thighs had Connie’s heat soaring… and when the girl’s tongue brushed her clit, she came convulsively, almost screaming from the intensity of it.

Oh, wow, thought Becky as her mother’s wild cry filled the room. Oh, yeah. Me too. I want it, too!

Trembling with a fierce need to be pleasured herself, the tenth grader twisted her body about to straddle Connie’s face, her lightly-downed cunt now millimeters from her mother’s lips.

As soon as she could catch her breath, Connie grasped her daughter’s hips, drew Becky down to her open, eager mouth and began to service her child lover. Her tongue probed and bathed every inch of Becky’s vagina, driving the girl to panting abandon.

Then Connie shifted her attention to her daughter’s pert buttocks, spreading them apart and licking hotly at the crack of her ass. While she bathed Becky’s rosebud with long, deep strokes of the tongue, Connie allowed her right hand to steal between the girl’s thighs, gently teasing the inflamed clitoris with her fingers.

Suddenly Becky was gasping in a full blown, frenzied orgasm, fingernails digging into the tangled sheets as her ecstasy rose to an unimaginable peak. Connie didn’t stop, though. She held her daughter’s pelvis firmly against her face, showering light kisses on her vagina to prolong the youngster’s pleasure.

Becky’s climax eased slowly. Her body continued to twitch for some time before it finally ended, and the young girl relaxed with a happy sigh.

Temporarily sated and completely exhausted, Becky crawled into her mother’s arms and snuggled against a round, full breast.

“You always know how to make me feel good, Mommy,” she breathed. Her warm mouth claimed one of Connie’s nipples… and she began to lazily suckle the pink tip.

“Oh, honey,” Connie murmured as she stroked her young lover’s back. “That’s because you inspire me… I’ve never made love with anyone who makes me happier than my own little girl.”

“We gonna do it again?” asked Becky drowsily, “or should we take a nap?”

Connie thought for a moment. “Let’s take a nap, honey,” she said, running her fingers through Becky’s hair. “We’ve got all night to play… long as you don’t have homework, that is.”

“Mmmm, did it in study hall,” Becky mumbled. Then she lifted her head. “Will you lick my butt some more after we wake up? I really like when you do that.”

“Of course I will,” purred Connie, playfully fondling her daughter’s rump, slipping a finger between the soft cheeks.

“I’ll lick yours too, Mommy…”

“C’mon, now,” Connie chided. “Let’s stop talking about licking bottoms, or we’ll get too worked up to fall asleep.”

Becky yawned, stretching languidly, then settled into Connie’s arms. “Mmm-kay.” Her eyes drifted open, just long enough to give her mother a sleepy smile. “Love you, Mommy.”

“Love you too, honeybunch,” Connie replied, burying her nose in Becky’s sweet-scented hair.

They nestled together, cozy and contented. Within minutes the woman and the girl were dozing peacefully, the room silent but for their steady breathing.

Later, just as they had planned, Connie and Becky would awaken and come together to make love again — mother and daughter sharing a joyful intimacy.