Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

After a deep breath, Heather took a step forward. She was blushing but also grinning, evidently pleased to be the focus of attention as she faced her audience: a trio of naked ladies. The three sat perched on the edge of Kay’s bed, looking hungrily at the pretty twelve-year-old.

The other kids, Felicity, Cherise, and Addison, who already were nude, stood in a line just behind Heather. I was off to one side, watching and directing everything, with a hand between my legs, gently massaging my swollen clit. Although I wasn’t in a hurry to come, there was no way I could keep from touching myself. Seeing these girls displaying their tempting young bodies to their horny moms had me in a state of perpetual arousal.

I hadn’t told the women to play with themselves as they watched their daughters strip, but I hadn’t told them not to either. At any rate, they were. Danielle, in the middle, had both hands on her pussy. Donna and Kay each were rubbing themselves with one hand while fondling their tits with the other. Like me, they weren’t frantic about it, just somewhat casual but definitely masturbating.

We all had come not too long before, about twenty minutes earlier down in the living room — all except Felicity, that is. I didn’t think she had reached orgasm when the rest of us did, though she might have. At the time I’d been sort of preoccupied with my own climax, so I wasn’t certain. I intended to ask her about that, but not yet.

“Go on, sweetie,” said Donna to Heather. “Let’s get a look at you.”

“Okay,” the girl nodded, while still making no effort to begin. She stood quietly, breathing deeply, chest rising and falling. It was easy for us to see, through her tight yellow pullover shirt, the shape of her rounded buds and erect nipples.

She was barefoot, wearing a cherry red skater skirt, quite short, and that clinging top. Her shiny, straight blonde hair was parted in the middle and fell just past her shoulder blades. She wore only a touch of makeup, light pink lip gloss along with a bit of eyeliner and mascara, to highlight her natural beauty, which was considerable. Although she wasn’t tall, Heather’s legs were long in proportion to her body and pleasingly slim. Such a lovely little pubescent figure, utterly desirable. I rubbed my clit faster as I gazed at her.

Finally, she reached to the side, unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt, letting it slip to the floor and stepping out of it. Again she paused for several moments, the tension increasing. This girl definitely had a flair for the dramatic. Then she placed both hands on the hem of her shirt and slowly began to raise it. We saw her belly button come into view, and what seemed like acres of soft unblemished skin, until at last her budding breasts were revealed.

“God!” I exclaimed in a rush of air. I hadn’t meant to say anything and didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath, but I had and I did. No one looked at me, though. Everyone’s eyes were on Heather.

Lifting the shirt up and off and dropping it behind her, the girl tossed her head to shake out her golden hair. She stood proud and straight, shoulders back, chest out, smiling at the women who were ogling her. Oh my god, Heather’s puffy nipples about drove me crazy. I could feel an orgasm starting to build and deliberately slowed my pace, holding my vulva with one hand and lightly squeezing. Right now I had a job to do. There would be plenty of time later to come.

Heather slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her hot pink panties and began peeling them down. Ah, yes, look at that perfect young pussy, so delicious. Not much pubic hair yet, just some blonde fuzz around the edges of her labia. Sliding the undies down her legs, she stepped out of them, and then she was nude. We all clapped for her as she eased back into line with the other three girls.

“Okay, uh…” I croaked. I felt feverish with passion and sexual need. Sweat beaded on my forehead. After clearing my throat and swallowing, I managed to say, “Is everyone ready for the next part of the lesson?”

“Sure,” said Kay, grinning broadly. “Let’s do it.”

“All right, so, I need the moms to lie back on the bed now. Stay where you are, but just lean back. That’s right, good. And, um, kids, I’m gonna have you do sort of what your moms did earlier. You know, you’ll let them have a nice close-up look at your pussies. Okay?”

Heather’s and Felicity’s eyes went very wide, but they didn’t object. Addison and Cherise just giggled. By now, those two were getting used to my outrageous requests.

“Jesus,” I heard one of the women murmur. I think it probably was Donna. She said nothing else, though, and I proceeded.

“Addison, come here.”

I took the girl by the arm and helped her onto the bed, positioning her over Kay. When I finished, the child was on her knees, straddling her mother’s face, legs spread wide, hairless pussy in full view. I did the same with Cherise, arranging her above Danielle. Then I had both of Donna’s daughters get up on the bed. I put Heather directly over her mom’s face, with Felicity just off to the side.

With everyone in place, I stepped back to admire the scene. So fucking hot. I was on the other side of the bed now, facing the girls, and I was incredibly turned on. Not wanting to hold back any longer, I brought both hands between my legs, vigorously rubbing my sex. Still, I had to continue teaching. I had to stay at least partly in control of myself and the situation.

“All right, now, you guys,” I said, “I want each of you to use your fingers and spread your pussies open, so your moms can see you. Go on, open up nice and wide for them. That’s right, yeah, beautiful.”

I heard groans from the women, heavy sighs of incestuous lust and desire. Kay and Danielle both licked their lips. Although my view was somewhat obstructed, I could tell that all three of them were masturbating as they looked at their daughters, and that was just fine. I had no problem with that. In fact, it’s what I wanted them to do.

Sliding a finger up inside my slippery wet cunt while stroking my clit with the other hand, I said to the girls, “Now start touching yourselves for them. Show your mommies how you like to play with your pussies. Yeah… oh, that’s good, rub your little clitties, put your fingers inside, let them watch you. Let them see everything.”

As the children began masturbating just above their mother’s faces, I stepped a little closer and said, in a soft voice, “Addison, I know you already came twice downstairs, but do you think you can come again?”

She glanced up at me. The nine-year-old’s cheeks were very red and she was breathing quickly. “Yeah, uh-huh, I think so.”

Then she looked back down at her mom. With her left hand, Addison held her smooth labia wide open while with the first two fingers of her right hand she teased her clit, squeezing and tickling the tiny pink bud.

“Ohhh, god yes, god yes,” sighed Kay, “do it, baby girl, play with your little pussy for me. Make yourself come for Mommy.”

Addison rubbed herself even faster. I turned to Cherise. “How about you, sweetie? Can you make yourself come for your mom?”

Cherise didn’t look up, but simply nodded to indicate she’d heard me. “Mm-hm,” was all she said. Her eyes remained locked on her mother’s face. Both hands were between her legs, holding her lips apart, lovely virgin slit glistening with moisture. With her thumbs she made sort of a scissoring motion, stimulating her clit, and I could hear the girl whimpering as her whole body trembled. It seemed clear to me that she was nearly ready to come.

Danielle ran her tongue all the way around her mouth, then said, “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, come for me, baby!”

With Cherise right on the edge and Addison getting close too, I went to Heather. But I didn’t even have a chance to ask how she was doing. She immediately volunteered, in between gasps, “Almost — almost — almost there!” I saw that she had one finger pushed inside her vagina while the other hand flew in a blur over her clit.

“Felicity,” I said, “as soon she comes, as soon as Heather finishes, then I want you to get on top of your mom and do the same, okay?”

The younger child’s big blue eyes were wide with excitement and wonder, her cheeks aflame. She’d probably never in her life imagined doing anything like this. But she nodded quickly and eagerly, accepting my instruction, fingers moving fast between her legs.

“Do you think you can come?” I asked Felicity.

“Yeah, I can, for sure,” she said. “I want to.”

“Okay, good.”

Just as I was saying these words, Heather reached orgasm. She started grunting loudly and bent forward at the waist, supporting herself with one hand as powerful spasms tore through her body.

“Fuck! FUCK!!” roared Donna as she came too, face in a grimace, eyes tightly shut.

I heard a cry from Cherise — “Mommy!” — and I saw the girl throw her head back as she climaxed.

“Ohhh!!!” Danielle followed close behind, bringing herself to orgasm while her daughter came almost in her face.

God, it was so hot! I still had a finger inside myself and my clit was throbbing. I needed to come, very badly, but before that, I said to Felicity, “Now! Get on top of your mom now!”

It helped that Heather had already crumpled away to the side, both hands clamped between her legs. I grabbed Felicity by the arm and pulled her into position, straddling her mother’s head, smooth little pussy only inches away from Donna’s mouth.

“Rub yourself,” I told the girl. “Rub your fucking pussy! I want you to come for your mom!”

“Okay.”

It took her another minute to get there, maybe two. Felicity masturbated, small fingers moving in circles around her clit, and I masturbated as I watched.

In the meantime, Kay and Addison both reached climax, the child falling onto the bed as she finished, Kay turning to take her little girl in her arms and hold her, kissing and gently caressing. Cherise was lying with Danielle too, mother and daughter in a sweet intimate embrace.

When she opened her eyes and found Felicity spread wide for her, Donna groaned, “Oh my god — look at that beautiful pussy!”

The woman started rubbing herself again right away even though she’d come only a minute or so before. Then I noticed that Heather, evidently recovered, had pushed herself to a sitting position and was leaning over her mother’s crotch, staring closely as the woman’s juicy fingers worked between her legs. And Heather was masturbating once more as well. I wondered if she would be able to bring herself to orgasm again that quickly.

Soon I got the answer.

Felicity was huffing and puffing now above her mom, her face turning red. It looked like she must be holding her breath as her climax approached and then suddenly letting it out, gasping whenever she needed more air. This continued a short while, a repeating cycle. The girl rubbed her little clit, holding her breath and turning crimson, then gasped loudly, almost a choking sound. I wanted to ask if she was getting close, but didn’t dare interrupt as she seemed to be concentrating so hard on reaching a peak.

Then at last it happened.

This time, instead of holding her breath, Felicity made a shrill sound — “Eeeeee!” — rising quickly in pitch until it became a shriek when she finally climaxed.

And when Felicity came, so did her mother, Donna, along with her sister, Heather. All three pretty blondes exploded into orgasm at the same time, and I did too.

That one went on a very long time.

I stood by the bed, somehow managing to keep my feet as wave after wave of delicious erotic energy pulsed from my center, crashing through my body, ecstatic pleasure filling me and completing me. It felt like it might never end, and certainly I never wanted it to be over.

Eventually, of course, it did end.

I was left trembling, but very happy, drenched in perspiration, breathing heavily, fingers gooey and wet. Slowly I opened my eyes.

In front of me, Donna was on her back holding a daughter in each arm, the nude young girls curled up close to her. Danielle and Cherise lay side by side, facing one another, talking quietly.

Addison was sitting cross-legged, chattering to her mom. Kay pushed herself up just then, turning to me with a smile. “How ya doin’, Britt?”

“Oh, uh… I’m great.” My voice was still a little shaky.

Looking at the decorative clock on a small table next to the bed, I saw that it was just past 5:30. We’d spent the last two and half hours talking about sex, stripping for each other and playing with ourselves, each coming at least once, most of us two or even three times. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of feminine arousal.

“You know, I think this might be a good time to break for supper,” I said, wiping sweat from my forehead with one hand while raising the other hand to my mouth to lick my fingers and taste myself.

“Okay, sure,” said Kay. “That sounds fine. Is anyone getting hungry?”

“I am!” chirped Addison, bouncing to her feet on the bed.

Of course, I thought, shaking my head, that kid always said she was hungry, no matter what time it might be. But the others all seemed to agree that they were ready to eat too.

“Nothing fancy tonight,” Kay announced. “Just spaghetti and a green salad. It won’t take long, though. All we gotta do is cook the noodles and heat the sauce.”

“I’ll make the salad,” said Danielle, as she sat up along with Cherise.

“And I brought ice cream for dessert,” added Donna. “Three different kinds. You can each have your choice — even all three if you want!”

“Can we eat naked again?” asked Addison.

Kay chuckled. “Sure we can, that’s fine. Except I think I’ll wear an apron when I’m boiling that hot water.”

Addison hopped to the floor. “Yay! Let’s go!”

There was, however, one minor objection to all this.

As the others began sliding off the bed to go downstairs, chatting comfortably, Heather frowned and asked, “But when are we, you know, gonna have sex?”

“We already are having sex,” I told her, my eyes crinkling with delight. “Just because we haven’t been touching each other that much doesn’t mean we’re not having sex. We’re looking at each other’s bodies, talking dirty, getting turned on, watching each other have orgasms. We absolutely are all having sex together, you girls and your moms, along with me.”

Heather cocked her head again in that adorable way of hers, then said, “Oh, well, yeah. But I mean…”

“No, it’s all right. I know what you meant. And I promise that later, after dinner, we’ll be getting into a lot more fun stuff, intimate stuff, beyond just touching ourselves, okay?”

She nodded, blushing, and said, “Um, okay, good.”

Addison and the younger kids were already on their way out the door by then, followed by the three women. Heather and I brought up the rear.

Just as we got to the bottom of the stairs, with those in front of us heading for the kitchen, Heather grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop. I looked at the girl. Her big blue eyes were shining with excitement.

“Will we do it with, you know, our moms?” she whispered. “Have sex with them?”

I smiled at her, then said quietly, “No, probably not. They told me before they don’t think we should do that, so I have to respect their wishes.”

“Oh, okay.”

Heather seemed disappointed with my answer. I was too, of course. I patted her shoulder, and kissed her lightly on the cheek, then we walked together toward the kitchen.

Turn the page to Chapter 15!

By Naughty Mommy

“Now, before we go on to the next thing, there’s something I need to ask you guys about.” I was looking at the cute blonde sisters, Heather and Felicity, as I said this. They sat beside me on the couch in Kay’s living room, with Cherise and Addison squeezed in on my other side. “I sort of already have an answer from you, Heather.”

I gave the girl a wink and nodded toward her crotch. Her hands were still between her legs, holding her pussy through her pink panties, though her fingers weren’t moving as fast as before. The twelve-year-old blushed but didn’t take her hands away.

“What I was going to ask you both is if you masturbate, and how often you do it. See, if you really want to enjoy sex with others, it’s important to do that a lot. In fact, I think everyone should masturbate as often as they can. Not only does it make you feel very, very good, it also can help you learn how to please your lovers as well as yourself.”

I paused a moment, checking for their reactions. Heather nodded and smiled while Felicity simply gazed up at me. The younger one seemed to be a fairly quiet girl, at least compared to the other kids.

“So, Heather,” I asked, “how often do you masturbate?”

“Um, well…” After licking her lips and swallowing, she said, “I mean, like, you know, every day. Usually more than once. Almost always more than once.”

“And do you come every time? Have an orgasm?”

“Yeah. I mean, not every time, but just about every time.”

“Okay, that’s good,” I told her, then looked at Felicity. “How about you, sweetie? Do you masturbate too? Play with your pussy, make yourself feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” she giggled. “I do. A lot.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it. How long have you been doing that?”

“I dunno,” Felicity shrugged. “Since I was little.”

“So, you do it now every day? Do you have orgasms every day?”

She nodded, but said nothing.

“All right. I don’t mean to be nosy, but if I’m going to teach you stuff, I sometimes need to ask questions, okay?”

“Sure,” said Heather. “It’s fine.”

Then I turned my attention back to the moms, who stood naked in front of us and had been listening to my conversation with the girls. Kay had both hands on her breasts, fondling the nipples. Donna was holding one of her big boobs in her left hand, while her right hand was between her legs, two fingers sliding through her gooey folds, moving up and down. Danielle, in the middle, was not touching herself, just standing calmly, hands at her sides.

“We’ve seen your bodies,” I said to the women, “and they’re all beautiful, really gorgeous and totally sexy. Right, kids?”

“Uh-huh,” they agreed.

“But now I think we should get a better look, a close-up look.” I scooted forward on the couch until I was perched on the edge, my back straight. “You guys move up too, like this, so we can see better, okay?”

The girls quickly followed my example. The five of us sat in a row, facing the nude women. I pulled my pleated skirt up to my waist and slid a hand down inside my panties. Looking from side to side, I said, “Do this too, start touching yourselves. It doesn’t matter if you come or not, but I want you to play with your pussies while we look at your moms.”

Cherise, Addison, and Felicity were wearing shorts, so they had to open them. They each did that, then put their hands in their little undies to touch themselves. Heather slipped a hand down inside her panties as well.

“Good,” I nodded to them. “We’ll all masturbate together.”

“Mmm, nice,” said Donna, fingers moving faster between her legs.

I smiled at the blonde, while telling her, “It’s okay for you to masturbate too, if you feel like it — all three of you can — except I don’t want you to come, not yet. Later, but not now, all right?”

Donna raised her eyebrows for a moment, then shrugged in agreement.

“Anyway, I have something else for you to do,” I continued. “Let’s get a closer look at everyone’s beautiful boobs. We’ll start with you this time, Donna. Come here and show your tits to your daughters.”

“Uh…”

“It’s okay,” I said to her. “Come over here close, lean down a little, and put your boobs right in front of Heather’s face so she can get a really good look at them.”

“Well, all right.”

The woman stepped forward, cupping her large breasts and holding them out. Bending at the waist, she leaned in close and turned slowly from side to side, placing first one then the other erect nipple on display in front of Heather’s eyes and her mouth. She even tweaked her nipples slightly, flicking the ends of her fingers over the tips, making them harder. The fingers of Donna’s right hand were wet, I saw, with pussy juice, and her brown nipple gleamed with moisture. Heather moaned as she took in the sight and caressed herself.

“That’s good, very good,” I said to Donna. “Now do the same for Felicity.”

She did, and I watched the young girl’s eyes grow very wide as her mother’s bare breasts were presented to her so seductively.

“You like that, honey?” I asked Felicity in a soft voice. “You like looking at your mommy’s boobs and her big nipples?”

“Uh-huh,” the child nodded, licking her lips as if she was hungry.

Seeing Felicity do that made my clit tingle, and I rubbed myself faster. I didn’t think it would take much at this point for us to go beyond the limits, to plunge right into all-out mother-daughter sex. I’d agreed, however, to respect the boundaries that had been set, and for the time being I would honor that vow.

Making an effort to retain my composure, I said, “Um, Danielle, you come here now and show your tits to Heather, then Felicity. And Donna, you go to Cherise and Addison next, give them the same kind of show, okay?”

Donna chuckled, “All right.” The woman passed by me, pausing for a second to jiggle her tempting boobs in front of my face, then went on to Cherise.

Meanwhile, Danielle stepped over to Heather, leaning down and cradling her tits for the girl to see. If anything, Danielle went even farther with the provocative nipple play, twisting and pulling and squeezing them, making her dark nipples incredibly long and stiff. It was super hot and dirty watching these women tease the little girls that way. I could sense a climax approaching, fingers inside my panties becoming very slippery, so I eased off on the stroking of my clit. Certainly I wanted to come, just not yet.

When Danielle was finished with Heather and Felicity, and Donna with Addison and Cherise, I instructed Kay to come over and display her tits to Donna’s girls, with Danielle moving past me to the other two kids. Seeing Danielle hold her erect nipples out, bringing them just in front of Cherise’s mouth, almost but not quite touching them to her daughter’s lips, about drove me insane with lust. Even though I’d tried to slow down some, I knew I was right on the verge of an orgasm and decided I’d better distract myself, go back to teaching.

“So, um—” My voice was hoarse, and I had to clear my throat. Then I continued, “As you can see, their bodies are different, right? Different kinds of boobs? Each woman has a unique shape, and yet they’re all beautiful in their own way, don’t you think?”

Heather gave a quick nod, but none of the other girls responded. Felicity had Kay’s big breasts filling her vision, and Danielle was leaning down in front of Addison now, playing with her stiff nipples for the girl’s enjoyment. Cherise was staring wide-eyed at her mom, mouth hanging open. Her hand was still inside her undies, though not moving much.

As Kay eased past me, going on to Cherise, and Danielle took a step back, I heard an urgent whimper from Addison. The child had both hands between her legs, fingers working busily inside her panties. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing fast. She licked her lips while she watched her mother, Kay, present her boobs and nipples to Cherise.

When Kay finished there and turned toward her daughter, Addison suddenly squealed and fell back on the couch, her face in a grimace, eyes tightly shut, small body jerking in a powerful climax.

“Fuck, that’s so hot!” exclaimed Donna.

She was standing next to Danielle. Both women were masturbating, rubbing their juicy pussies as they stared at Addison, watching her come. I hoped they would remember that I’d asked them not to go all the way yet, not to reach orgasm — but then I figured, hell, what does it really matter? I moved my own fingers faster between my legs, my clit swollen and hard. As it turned out, though, I didn’t come just then, and neither did they. But before long we all would.

We waited a few moments for Addison. The child shuddered several more times, then finally let out a heavy sigh and lay quietly, catching her breath, eyes closed, hands still inside her panties.

“So fucking hot,” I heard Donna say. I glanced up and saw that she was licking the fingers of her right hand, tasting herself as she looked at the girl. Addison’s mother, Kay, held her luscious boobs in both hands, massaging them and pinching the nipples, whispering, “Such a good little girl, such a sexy girl.”

“Unhhh,” Heather groaned. Turning to her, seeing how red her face was, I asked, “Are you gonna come?”

“Not yet,” she giggled. “But pretty soon maybe.”

Looking back, I saw Addison’s eyes blink open. She took a deep breath, then pushed herself up to a sitting position, grinning happily.

“Okay,” I told the moms, “I want your kids to see more now.”

“More??” asked Donna.

“Uh-huh. Like I was saying, it’s good for them to get an idea how every woman’s body is different, yet they’re all really beautiful, you know?”

“Well, sure, I guess.”

I pulled off my boots. Quickly unzipping my skirt, I got to my feet, pushing my panties and skirt down all at once and stepping out of them. After lifting my sweater over my head and tossing it away, I was nude.

“I’m not really a woman yet, of course, I’m only sixteen,” I chuckled. “But they can look at me too, along with you three.”

I watched as Donna’s eyes ran up and down my body, taking in my pale, lightly freckled skin, small breasts, pink nipples, the red bush between my legs. She nodded approvingly.

Turning to the little girls, I said, “Um, you guys, sit down on the floor now, and lean against the couch. Yeah, good, that’s right, perfect. And keep your hands inside your undies. Keep playing with yourselves, all right?”

When the children were arranged just the way I wanted them, I said to the moms, “Now we’re gonna show them our pussies. We’re gonna let the kids see everything. Okay?”

No one objected.

It was thrilling, intoxicating, to know that I had so much control over the situation, that these women would allow me to direct them however I chose, doing things that likely would horrify most people. This was truly an awesome responsibility, and I didn’t want to mess it up. But I was convinced that if I followed my instincts, it all would work out. Gina had trained me well. I was the right person at the right time to be teaching these young girls about lesbian sex while bringing their mothers along for the ride.

Still, I was about to take them a step beyond where we’d gone before, a big step. What I had in mind for the next few minutes — and especially what we would do after going up to Kay’s bedroom — all this would push very hard against the limits that had been set. Would it be too far? Too much? Would I finally encounter a refusal from someone? There was only one way to find out.

“I’ll go first,” I said.

This certainly would not be too far. I’d already had sex with both Addison and Cherise while their mothers watched. The girls had licked my pussy and sucked my clit. I had come in their mouths, and I’d eaten their pussies too. Seeing my cunt up close would be nothing new for them. It would be a new experience for the other two, Felicity and Heather, but after all, that’s why we were here. It was a safe way to start.

I stepped forward, positioning myself in front of Addison, who sat at one end of the line. Flexing my knees and squatting a bit, I drew back my labia with my fingers, exposing myself to her. “Look at my pussy, little girl. Look at my cunt. See how wet I am?”

“Uh-huh,” Addison nodded, her eyes wide, mouth hanging open.

Pulling my pussy lips back a little more, I said, “Can you see my clit? My fat pink clit?”

She nodded eagerly but silently.

“Are you playing with yourself, honey?” I asked. “Rubbing your own clit?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“That’s good. I want you to keep doing that. I want you to come again, if you can, okay?”

“Um, yeah, okay.”

Taking a step to my left, I moved away from Addison and placed my crotch in front of Cherise’s pretty face, while telling Danielle, “You come here now and show your pussy to Addison. After you it’ll be Kay and then Donna last. We’ll move down the line, letting each girl look at each of us.”

That’s what we did. We stood in front of them one by one, each child being given a extremely close-up look at our juicy cunts. I was very wet, and I was positive the others were at least as wet as I was. The kids could see that, obviously, and I was sure they could smell it as well. Also, in addition to exposing ourselves, I encouraged the women to talk dirty to the little girls. They all complied, filling the air with hot nasty talk that complemented the delicious aroma of pussy.

Once I reached the end, after spending half a minute or so in front of Heather, holding my labia wide open for her, talking dirty and thrusting my crotch up to within an about an inch of her face, I stepped back. It was Danielle’s turn to give Heather a look at her cunt.

Somewhat to my surprise, Danielle went even further than I had, not only showing and talking but doing — she massaged her erect clit while Heather watched, and then she slid first one finger, then two fingers, deep inside her vagina, fucking herself for the girl while describing how good it all felt.

This was a new pattern, one I hadn’t asked for, but was very happy to see. The other women picked up on it too, pushing their fingers inside, fucking themselves for the kids, then pulling back their lips as far as possible, holding their gaping vaginas wide open so the children could look inside.

When Danielle was done with Heather, I told her she should return to Cherise. Kay stepped in front of Heather next and started doing her naughty thing for the young blonde. I could tell that Kay was right on the edge, almost ready to come. Her voice was shaky and hoarse, her body trembling as she fucked her cunt for Heather.

After only a few seconds of this, I tapped the woman on the shoulder and said, “You can go to your daughter now.”

She did, and then we had Kay with Addison, Danielle with Cherise, and Donna facing her lovely daughters, Heather and Felicity. The women were standing, the kids seated on the floor.

“All right,” I told them, “you don’t have to hold back any longer. I want the moms to come. Get up very close, right in front of your little girls’ faces, and bring yourselves to orgasm. I want them to see you come.”

“My god, really?” said Donna.

“Uh-huh, really.”

I didn’t think either Danielle or Kay would have an issue with this since during our previous sessions both had already masturbated for the girls, though admittedly never quite this close before. And they didn’t object. Neither one said a word, at least not to me. Instead, they immediately began rubbing themselves while bending at the knees to place their cunts directly in front of their daughters’ mouths. They tried talking dirty too, at first, except very soon their growing passion made it difficult for them to speak.

After watching the other moms for several moments, Donna turned to her girls. I noticed that Felicity and Heather were leaning in much nearer to one another, heads almost together. Their mother stepped in front of them and started masturbating, the fingers of one hand rapidly strumming her clit as she shoved two fingers of her other hand deep inside her pussy. Donna was just opening her mouth to say something to them when suddenly Heather gasped and grunted, her slender adolescent body quaking with powerful climactic spasms. Seeing this propelled Donna over the top too.

“Oh, fuck, FUCK!!” the woman cried out, staggering, barely able to keep her feet. She groaned heavily, bending at the waist. Gobs of creamy goo oozed from her pussy, flowing around her fingers and dripping toward the floor. A few warm drops landed on Felicity’s bare knee. I watched the ten-year-old’s eyes flashing from the shiny slippery stuff on her leg to her mom’s juicy pussy to her sister’s face, the older girl still in the throes of her own orgasm.

As all this was happening, another climax took place. Kay was furiously fucking herself, two fingers ramming in and out, telling Addison, “Watch me! Watch Mommy!” She came, and an instant after that, Addison did too.

Then I heard a growl from Danielle, saying to Cherise, “Look at Mommy’s fucking cunt — look at Mommy’s fucking cunt!” With the fingers of one hand she held her pussy lips apart, the other hand stroking her clit. The woman’s long legs were spread wide as she arched her pelvis, pushing her sex almost into Cherise’s mouth.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” hissed Danielle. “Look at Mommy’s fucking cunt, baby, look at Mommy’s fu- UNHHH!!!”

A loud gasp and a shrill cry from Cherise told me she must be climaxing as well — although I really couldn’t see her or anything else at that point since my eyes were tightly closed. I’d been rubbing my own pussy, of course, as I watched and listened to all this unbelievably exciting action, and now I was enjoying that wonderful release of orgasmic energy coursing through my body, waves of pleasure pulsing from my center again and again.

 

“Ahhh… whew,” I sighed, taking a deep breath, gathering myself. Opening my eyes, I found that all three women were seated on the floor beside their daughters, talking softly to them. They presented a very pleasing scene.

“So, for the next thing,” I announced, “I think we should go to your bedroom, Kay, if that’s all right. It’ll be easier up there, doing what I want.”

Kay smiled and started getting to her feet. “Of course, that’s just fine, whatever you say.”

“Um, wait,” said Donna. “Before that, anyone up for a Buttery Nipple?”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but the other moms both nodded. “Good plan,” said Kay. “Let’s do it.”

The adults headed toward the kitchen, with the rest of us following behind. From the refrigerator, Kay removed a small tray that held four small empty glasses (these were shot glasses, I now know, but didn’t then). She also took out a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream. My parents had some of that at home, so I recognized it.

Meanwhile, Donna picked up a dark brown bottle with a long neck that was sitting on the counter. “This is butterscotch schnapps,” she said to me, with a wink and a giggle. “You’ll like it.”

She opened the bottle and poured about an inch or two of golden brown liquid into each of the glasses. Then Kay added the Baileys, pouring it carefully over the back of a spoon. This made two layers, dark and light, a lovely contrast.

Handing a glass to me, Donna said, “You don’t have to drink this if you don’t want to, but I think you should.”

“Well, okay,” I shrugged. “I guess I’ll give it a try.”

“Cheers,” said Kay, lifting her glass.

“Here’s to nipples,” Donna added, “buttery or not, I just love ‘em.”

This got a few chuckles, then the moms all upended their glasses, gulping down the drinks. I wasn’t quite that brave, starting with a sip. It was very good, though, sweet and cold and yummy, and I quickly finished it.

After Kay put the Baileys Irish Cream back in the fridge, we went upstairs, three naked women, a nude teenager, and four little girls still wearing clothes — though not for long.

In the bedroom, I asked the moms to sit on the bed, side by side, then instructed the kids to strip for them, one by one, starting with the youngest. That was Addison, only nine years old. She was in fourth grade along with Felicity and Cherise, who were ten, except her birthday was not until April.

Addison didn’t put on much of a show, simply whipping her t-shirt off over her head, then pushing down her shorts and panties all in a bunch. Nevertheless, the women smiled and applauded, with Donna cooing, “Very, very nice.”

It was Felicity’s turn next. She stepped forward, but hesitated a moment, until her mother said, “It’s all right, honey, go on. We all want to see you.”

Smiling nervously, the pretty blonde child slowly opened her shorts and let them drop to the floor. I was very eager to finally get a look at her developing boobies. Thanks to the skimpy leotards she and the other girls wore for our yoga lessons, I’d had plenty of opportunities to note that Felicity already had begun to sprout, showing tiny buds the size of half a walnut shell.

Now as she gripped the hem of her shirt and gradually raised it, I could feel my heart pounding, my clit tingling, my own nipples growing erect. I also noticed my head was spinning a bit, and realized the alcohol must be taking effect.

“Mmm,” sighed Kay, as Felicity’s delicious little mini-breasts were revealed to us. The girl’s pink nipples were small but stiffly pointed. Looking at the moms, I saw that all eyes were fastened on Felicity’s tempting chest — until, that is, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her Hello Kitty undies and began peeling them down.

I wondered if we would see any hair, but there was none. She was completely bare, nothing but soft white skin and puffy labia. Felicity skimmed the panties down her legs and stepped out of them, then stood naked for our appraisal.

Oh my, such an awesome sight! I’m a grownup now, and through the years I’ve been lucky enough to have had sex with more than my share of highly attractive women, fully enjoying their luscious bodies. But truly there is nothing in the world that can ever compare to the beauty of a pubescent young girl… her long, slim legs, smooth cleft, perfect breast buds, pretty face… I could stare at someone like Felicity for hours and never tire of it.

She received no applause. I think, like me, the women were too stunned to clap or cheer. They simply sat and gaped at her, mouths hanging open. Felicity took in their hungry looks for a few seconds, then blushed and stepped back in line with the other kids.

Next up was Cherise. She was quite tall for her age, almost as tall as Heather, who was two years older. Of course, Cherise’s mother, Danielle, at 5’8” was by far the tallest of the moms.

Cherise pulled off her top and tossed it aside, shaking out her long, straight, deep brown hair, which fell across her thin shoulders. Her chest was mostly flat, no boobs at all really, though her nipples had begun to develop a bit. They were slightly larger and darker than a little girl’s and made a pair of small peaks.

She paused briefly, letting us look at her, then pushed down her shorts and panties in one motion, kicking them off. Unlike Addison or Felicity, Cherise was not completely bald. We could see a scant trace of hair on her mound, a few dark wisps. I clapped for her, and the three moms joined me. Cherise gave us a big happy smile before scooting back a step.

Now it was Heather’s turn. Everyone else in the room was naked. After a couple of deep breaths, the twelve-year-old came forward.

Continue on to Chapter 14

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy

After we enjoyed our first climax together that night, lying in bed, talking on the phone, Donna and I didn’t hang up right away but went on a while longer. Pretty soon we were masturbating again, describing to each other everything our fingers were doing and exactly how it felt until we reached another wonderfully satisfying simultaneous orgasm.

It was cool having phone sex with a woman. Better than cool, in fact, it was extremely hot. I’d never done anything like that before, not with anyone — but what made it hotter still was that while she and I were playing with ourselves, we were also talking about her daughters, only ten and twelve years old, and how sexy she thought they were. It was amazing to hear Donna say such dirty things about Felicity and Heather, how she wanted to watch me lick and finger their pussies or sit on their faces. Unbelievable!

I really loved this kinky direction my life had taken. There’s no denying it, I definitely have a thing for young girls, anywhere from about eight or nine years old up to twelve or thirteen. Mmm, yes, a smooth, hairless pussy, a girl with a flat chest or maybe little breast buds, thinking about it makes me so wet.

Although older teenage girls excite me too, and I easily can get turned on by an attractive, sensual, grown-up woman, there’s something about a kid that age, approaching puberty or just beginning it, that totally drives me wild. And now, thanks to Kay and Danielle, I could do a whole lot more than just think about little girls like that, I could actually have sex with them, in real life!

Plus, to make it even kinkier and hotter, I got to do this while their mothers were right there with us, rubbing themselves and climaxing while they watched me fuck their daughters. Talk about awesome!!

Yeah, I know, there I go again, overusing exclamation points. But wouldn’t you be thrilled if you were in my position? How many people ever get an opportunity like this?

I felt so fortunate, and almost couldn’t believe it was all really happening. The events of the past few weeks had been by far the most deliriously erotic I’d ever known, even better than my years of wonderful sex with Gina. She was fabulous, no question, and I would forever cherish what Gina meant to me and what I’d learned from her. But still, nothing could possibly compare to the ecstatic pleasure of fucking a little girl right in front of her mom. Nothing.

It was getting close to midnight when Donna and I finally ended our call, and by then a decision clearly had been made. Well, at least a conditional one. The final choice would be up to Heather and Felicity, but we would present the idea to them on Thursday after our regular yoga session. We would ask the kids if they wanted to have special private lessons provided by me, lessons in which they would learn all about lesbian sex — and then experience it too, while their mother and the others two moms looked on.

But did the girls want that? That’s what we would ask them.

 

When I woke up Wednesday morning and recalled the long conversation I’d had with Donna the night before, I immediately got turned on again. Before getting out of bed, I rubbed my clit and had yet another orgasm. I had to do it quickly, because I didn’t want to be late for school, but I just couldn’t resist. It was all so hot.

As you might expect, I felt extremely distracted during my classes that day. Although I tried, it was hard to concentrate on what the teachers were saying while I was also thinking about what might lie ahead. Sex with two more luscious young girls, with their mom watching us? Oh my god!

At lunchtime, I did something I’d never done before, masturbating at school, sitting on the toilet seat in the restroom. I’m pretty sure, of course, that I wasn’t the first girl (or boy) ever to do that, but this was a first for me. To be honest, it wasn’t that great. I kept worrying about being caught, plus it was kind of smelly and icky in there. If I hadn’t needed to come so badly, I wouldn’t have done it then, and I never did it afterwards. That day, however, it was like I had no choice. I simply couldn’t keep my hands off my pussy.

Later that evening, I called Kay on my cell phone. I wanted to make sure she knew what was going on. It turned out she’d already heard the news from Donna, which I suppose is not surprising. Anyway, Kay was very excited about it, and she told me Danielle was too. As a matter of fact, she said Donna had asked both of them to join us the following afternoon for that all-important discussion we would have with Heather and Felicity.

That stirred me up quite a bit. What a thing to imagine! But then something else occurred to me as well. I asked Kay whether she thought Addison and Cherise should be there with us too, perhaps taking part in the conversation.

“Well, sure, I don’t see why not,” she replied. “Unless Donna objects to it, which I doubt she would. Why? Do you think it’s a problem?”

“Me? No, not at all. It’s just, you know… I guess we’ll have to see how it goes.”

“That’s right, but don’t worry, honey, everything will be just fine,” said Kay.

“Okay.”

We chatted a few minutes more, then hung up, and not long after that I turned out the light.

But you know what? I got almost no sleep that night. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about what would happen the next day, and with so many other wonderfully naughty thoughts swirling around in my head — fantasies of Felicity and Heather nude, of me having sex with them, then with Cherise and Addison joining in. I envisioned all four of them in a hot little girl orgy, and the moms in the mix as well. Although I wouldn’t push for it, I hadn’t completely given up on that idea yet, mothers and daughters fucking each other. It was just too arousing, too delicious. I made myself come again and again as I pictured what might take place in the weeks ahead.

So, I was kind of worn out the next day, feeling pretty sleepy, and my pussy definitely was sore. But that was just fine. Everything was great!

Our Thursday yoga class went well. I’d seriously considered not wearing gym shorts again because I really wanted the kids to get a good look at my crotch, to see the wetness seeping through the thin material of my leotard, but ultimately I made what I knew was the right choice.

As I’d told myself before, if I was going to teach mindfulness, I had to practice mindfulness. There would be a time and a place for everything, but first things first. Focus all my energy and concentration on being a good instructor, on properly teaching the lesson, and then later I could turn my attention to sex.

Of course, the act of staying focused on being a teacher didn’t necessarily mean sexual thoughts or feelings might not occur from time to time. I truly couldn’t prevent that. Being so close to these lovely young girls, often putting my hands on them during the lessons, seeing those slim, supple bodies stretching this way and that, their skimpy leotards hiding almost nothing… well, it was impossible not to get turned on, and I allowed myself to experience this arousal without guilt. That, obviously, is where the wet spot between my legs came from, but at least I kept it concealed beneath my shorts.

Before the class was even over, Danielle and Kay had arrived, joining us in the family room. They sat down with Donna to observe the last fifteen minutes or so. They’d apparently both left work early that day, made some excuse or another. At any rate, they were there.

After we finished as usual with the Savasana pose, and after I made a few brief remarks to the girls, telling them what to work on during their individual practice, Donna clapped her hands and said, “Okay, kids, don’t run off now. There’s something we need to talk about first.”

Donna looked totally cute, as always, dressed in red capri slacks along with a half-sleeve white knit top, quite low-cut, displaying plenty of appealing cleavage. She wore two-inch heels, red to go with her pants. Though a tiny bit chubby, the woman definitely was attractive.

I stood, hanging back for a moment, while the girls gathered round, sitting on the floor near Donna’s feet, looking up at her. She was in the center of a long rattan sofa with pretty cushions. Kay, wearing jeans and a sweater, was seated next to Donna.

Danielle caught my eye, motioning for me to come and sit with her. I’d noticed when she came in that the tall, slender brunette was dressed in the same outfit she’d had on a few weeks earlier on that memorable day when she and Donna asked me to make love to their daughters while they watched. Maybe that was a deliberate choice, or possibly it was just because Danielle didn’t actually have a very big selection of clothes to choose from.

Either way, she looked great, wearing a cream-colored sleeveless top and a very short navy blue skirt, showing off her long beautiful legs. I smiled at the woman and sat down beside her on a rattan loveseat that matched the sofa. She took my hand, giving it a squeeze.

What would happen next? How would Heather and Felicity respond? My palms were sweaty, and I could feel my pulse racing. I knew this was a major turning point. My adventures with these young girls and their moms could soon get even wilder and better, but on the other hand, it might all come crashing down, ending in disaster.

“Um, so, you two,” Donna began, looking at her daughters, “I have to ask if you want to… do something special. See, uh, Britt has started giving some extra private lessons to Cherise and Addison. Not yoga, but a different kind of teaching. And now we want to know if you guys would like that sort of instruction too.”

She paused, apparently waiting for a reply, but the girls made no answer. That didn’t surprise me much since what they’d heard to this point from her was rather vague.

However, I thought I could see a twinkle in Heather’s eye and a knowing smile at the corner of her mouth. The twelve-year-old was perched in front of her mother, kneeling and gazing up attentively, hands resting on her thighs. I saw that the girl’s nipples were firmly erect, poking though the thin material of her leotard, and I wondered if Donna’s eyes were drawn to them the way mine were. Then I figured, how could they not be?

After a few seconds of silence, Donna cleared her throat, then went on. “It’s, uh, Britt has been teaching them, well, I guess you could call it, sort of, like, a kind of… sex education.”

Heather couldn’t contain herself any more. “Yeah, we know!” she chirped, as the three kids around her burst out laughing.

“You — you know?” said Donna, eyebrows raised.

Giggling and blushing, Heather nodded, “Uh-huh.”

Addison turned to Kay. “Don’t get mad, Mom. But, you know, I told ‘em,” she shrugged.

“We both did,” Cherise said to her mother, Danielle. “We told ‘em about it.”

Fortunately, neither Danielle or Kay seemed upset or angry. They just shook their heads, grinning. It’s impossible, I suppose, to expect little girls who are so close to keep secrets like that from each other.

So that’s how it all worked out. We didn’t have to explain anything to Heather and Felicity because they already knew what was going on. And from their giddy, excited reactions, it was quite obvious that both were eager to receive the same sort of instruction I’d been giving to Addison and Cherise.

In fact, Heather asked, “Can we start right now, tonight?”

I was hoping we could!

But Kay put a stop to that. “No, not tonight,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s a school night. Britt needs to get home. We all have to.”

Then she said to Donna, “How would Saturday afternoon work for you? Can you get away then? Bring the kids over to my place?”

“Uh-huh, I’m pretty sure I can. Trevor gets home from his business trip tomorrow, but he already told me he’s playing golf on Saturday with his partners.”

“Golf?” said Danielle. “Isn’t it kind of cold for that?”

“Yeah, but they don’t care. They’re working on some big deal, I think. Chances are they’ll be out late at night too.” Rolling her eyes, Donna added, “He spends more time with those guys than he does with me.”

She said this with a smirk as if it didn’t really bother her that much, but maybe a little bit. I could sense that she felt ignored by her husband. That was kind of sad, but perhaps it was good for us. Donna was the kind of woman, it seemed, who needed attention and affection, who craved intimate physical contact. She could get plenty of that, I knew, from her lesbian friends, Kay and Danielle, and now from me as well. Possibly even from her daughters!

Impulsively I got to my feet and took a few steps to the sofa. I sat down next to Donna and slid an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. I nuzzled her soft, warm skin and kissed her a second time.

“Thank you,” I told her. “I’m really looking forward to this.”

“So am I,” Donna smiled. Then she looked at Felicity and Heather, their young, pretty faces beaming up at her. “I think we all are.”

 

That evening, after eating dinner with my mother and father and doing some homework for school, I said goodnight to them and went to bed a little earlier than usual. I wasn’t sleepy, of course, but incredibly keyed up, intensely aroused by all that was happening.

Lying on my back in the dark, I slipped my hands under my big t-shirt and fondled my breasts. I tried to pretend I was touching Heather’s nipples and that I was kissing the adorable little blonde while her mother watched us. As you can imagine, this fantasy drove me wild with lust. When I pushed a hand down inside my boxers to massage my clit, it took only a few seconds of touching myself until suddenly I came. I gasped and cried out, much louder than intended.

Panting, hoping my parents hadn’t heard me, I turned over onto my stomach. One orgasm definitely wasn’t enough that night. I needed more, but I wanted to be as quiet as possible. With my face muffled in a pillow, I shoved both hands inside my shorts, humping my fingers. God, I was so turned on. My clit was swollen and tingling, my pussy lips slick with moisture. I fucked my hands faster and faster while dreaming I was on top of Felicity, the ten-year-old, shoving my cunt into hers.

Soon another climax was building. I slowed down just a bit, aiming to stretch it out if I could. But when I pictured Felicity’s face, her big blue eyes looking into mine as I fucked the child pussy to pussy, I simply couldn’t hold back. I came again very hard, screaming into my pillow, drenching my fingers with fragrant, gooey juices.

And still I wasn’t finished. After taking half a minute or so to recover, I got up onto my knees. Supporting myself with one hand, the other in my boxers, I pushed a finger into my vagina as deep as it would go. I was unbelievably wet and slippery and so damn hot inside. With my eyes closed, I pretended that I was sitting on Donna’s face, that my finger was her tongue, and that the sexy woman was tongue-fucking my cunt while her little girls watched us. I envisioned those kids moving in very close, licking their lips, small fingers working between their own legs. Just before I came for a third time, I fell forward, burying my face in the pillow as I felt the muscles in my vagina clamping down around my finger in rhythmic spasms.

Three orgasms usually would be a lot for me, especially in the space of only about fifteen minutes. But I was on a high, carried away by the intoxicating fantasies of forbidden sex with an attractive mom and her two young daughters.

So, did I want to make myself come yet again? I rolled over onto my back and thought about it for a minute while sucking on my gooey finger. Maybe I did want to. Or, hmm, maybe, instead…

I got out of bed and grabbed my cell phone from my dresser, then slipped back under the sheets. Grinning an evil grin, I found Donna’s number and pressed the button. I heard it ring. Two rings, three rings, then, “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me.”

“Britt?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, um… hey, what’s up?”

“I’m fucking myself.”

“You are?” Donna giggled.

“Yeah. I’m fucking my cunt with my finger while I think about having sex with your daughters.”

“Jesus.”

“Can you talk now?” I asked, belatedly.

“Um, yeah, it’s fine. I was just reading. The kids are in bed.”

“Are they masturbating?”

“Wow,” she chuckled, sounding a trifle nervous. “You’re really turned on, aren’t you.”

“Totally. I’ve already come three times, but now I want more. I want you to come with me. I want you to play with yourself and tell me about your daughters, your little girls, how hot they are and about everything you want to do with them.”

“Well, okay… but just a minute. Let me turn the light out first.”

I heard some rustling, and a click, followed by more rustling. Then she said, “I’m ready now.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Nothing. I sleep nude.”

“Do your kids know that?”

Donna hesitated, then said, “Yes. Sometimes they’ll come in for some reason or another. They’ve seen me. They know.”

“Do you sleep that way when your husband’s home too? Nude, I mean?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, I always have. I like how it feels.”

“So, are you playing with yourself now?” I asked.

“I sure am. Are you?”

“Absolutely. I have a finger inside my cunt with my thumb on my clit.”

“Nice,” she murmured.

“But like I said, what about your girls? You think they’re masturbating too?”

“I don’t know… maybe, I guess.”

“Would you like to watch them?”

“You know I would,” Donna sighed.

“Tell me about that. Tell me what you’d like to see.”

“Well, uh, okay.”

However, before doing that, she said, “It’s… it’s been a long time since I’ve done this. Had phone sex. Not since high school, in fact. Me and couple of girlfriends sometimes used to, you know…”

“That’s pretty hot.”

“Yeah, it was. I liked it. I fooled around a lot with girls back then. With boys too. I was sort of loose, I guess.”

“But you had fun.”

“Sure I did, plenty of fun. When I was college, though, my third year, I got pregnant. That’s when I married Trevor.”

“Was he the father?”

“Um, I don’t know, maybe or maybe not. We’ve never had a DNA test or anything. But they don’t look much like him, a lot more like me. Anyway, after we were married, I didn’t do anything at all with girls or women for a long time. Not until a couple years ago when I met Kay, and then Danielle.”

“Kay told me you like pussy.”

“God, yes, I do. I love it.”

“So, tell me about your girls now, your sexy young daughters.”

She grunted, “Unhh, ahh, all right. Just hearing you say that, Britt, using those words, almost makes me come.”

“Tell me about them,” I whispered.

“Okay. I don’t know which one I want more. Both of them, I guess. I’d really love to see them side by side, naked, spreading their legs for me, letting me look at their little pussies. Pussies… pussies… little girl fucking pussies!! UNHH!! FUCK!!!”

Donna was climaxing, obviously. I wasn’t quite there yet myself, so I just listened to her, which was pretty exciting, as I continued rubbing myself.

I heard several seconds of panting and gasping and groaning from her, and then she said, “God, sorry… that just came up on me all of a sudden.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. I like listening to you.”

“Good. And, um, Britt?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really want to fuck my daughters?”

“Oh my god, yes! I sure do.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see that. I think they’re pretty excited about it too.”

“I hope so.”

“What do you want to do with them?”

“Everything. I want to lick their little clits and fuck them with my fingers and sit on their faces and come in their mouths and, and all that while you’re watching us. I’m gonna fuck them so hard you — unh, Donna! I’m gonna come!!”

That was my fourth climax that night, but still not my last. About a half hour later, I was able to come one more time as I listened to Donna talking dirty about her little girls. In the meantime, she’d enjoyed two more orgasms herself. Finally, at around 11:00, we said goodnight, then hung up, and I went to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Naughty Mommy

I parked my car on the street and turned off the engine. Looking out through the passenger window, I saw a wide green lawn, beautifully manicured, and beyond that a large and impressive two-story home, the kind some people call a mini-mansion.

This was Donna’s lovely house, her pride and joy. It was the following Tuesday afternoon, almost 3:30, time for our next yoga lesson. What would it be like, though, now that I knew the secret Donna kept — that she was a closet lesbian, a married woman embroiled in a torrid three-way affair with the mothers of my other two students?

Wow. I really was in the middle of something now. It was certainly very exciting, but it also made me nervous, like at any minute the whole thing might blow up in our faces.

I hadn’t seen or spoken to Donna since I’d learned from Kay and Danielle what was going on. Did Donna know how much I knew? Had they told her? If so, would she behave any differently toward me? Could she be uneasy, resentful, or possibly even… flirtatious?

Well, there was only one way to find out. I took a deep breath, got out of the car and locked it, then headed up their long front sidewalk. A few seconds after I rang the bell, the door opened and Donna asked me to come in. She appeared to be acting normally, as if nothing at all had changed. She smiled and gave me a little hug, then took my jacket and hung it up while asking how my day at school had been, just as she would before every lesson.

We went through toward the rear of their house with Donna chattering away about nothing in particular until we reached the family room which faced their big backyard and the swimming pool. The four girls were waiting for me there in their sexy little leotards. I greeted them, and soon we began.

 

Ninety minutes later we were done. Overall, it had been a productive session that day. The kids seemed to be focused and responded beautifully to what I taught them. That was good to see, because as for me, I was feeling quite distracted.

Each time Donna came by to check on us or sat down for a minute or so to watch, as she sometimes would, I felt my heart beating faster. Did she know? Had she been told that I’d made love with Addison and Cherise, and that now I was hoping to have sex with her daughters? With Heather, who was twelve years old, and Felicity, who was only ten?

Thinking about that made me feel so strange, almost like a predator. I knew my cheeks were turning red every time Donna looked at me — I couldn’t hide that — and I also could feel my pussy getting very wet. Fortunately I had gym shorts on over my leotard, so the damp spot wouldn’t show, but it definitely was there. I was highly aroused, and yet conflicted too.

Was it wrong for me to want these young girls so much, to hunger for the sweet taste of their little pussies? Would Donna hate me if she knew? Could she tell how I felt when I looked at her daughters, when I gazed at the tempting cleft between Felicity’s legs, at her puffy labia and her slit so clearly defined by the tight-fitting material? Or when I stared at Heather’s chest, at her lovely developing breasts with those stiff nipples, so plainly evident?

Did it make me a sexual predator to want them the way I did? Or was my response perfectly natural, a normal, healthy reaction anyone might feel at the sight of an attractive pubescent girl?

The truth is I wasn’t a predator. I hadn’t gone out in search of these kids, not originally, anyway. They had come to me. Or rather their mothers had — Cherise’s and Addison’s moms — virtually demanding that I have sex with their daughters while they watched. Of course, Danielle and Kay hadn’t had to beg very hard. I was thrilled to go along with what they wanted and had relished every moment of it. But the crucial point is, I had not initiated the idea. They had.

All this was swirling around in my head as I tried to teach the lesson that afternoon. Even with the excellent training I’d had from Gina, how I constantly worked at practicing discipline and maintaining focus, I couldn’t prevent myself from thinking about these things and more, particularly when Donna was in the room.

 

So, by the time five o’clock arrived, I felt exhausted. I was worn out, but also jittery with nerves. I wanted nothing more than to get my jacket, grab my backpack, and leave. I had to go somewhere alone so I could finish working through this quandary, sort it all out, and find peace again.

But Donna said, “Britt, I need to ask, would you mind staying just a little longer tonight? See, I, uh, I got a call from Kay, and she said there’s something she really wants us to talk about, you and me and her and Danielle. Do you have the time, can you stay?”

I really didn’t want to, given the state I was in. On the other hand, I certainly was curious to see how this discussion might go. “Well, yeah, I suppose I can,” I replied. “I just need to call my mom and tell her I’ll be late.”

“All right, good,” said Donna. “Can I offer you something to drink? Or maybe a snack? I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Would you like some?”

“Yeah, uh, sure. Thank you.” Although I didn’t drink coffee very often, this would be a welcome time for it.

“Okay, so, come on in the kitchen with me. Girls, you go upstairs and play or something. Britt and I and the others moms have some things we’ll need to chat about for a while.”

The kids happily ran up the stairs, laughing and jabbering, while Donna led me into the kitchen. I’d been there before. It was an expansive room with lots of counter space, an island chopping block, a huge stove with a double oven, a giant refrigerator, and a cozy breakfast nook with padded benches.

She told me to sit down in the nook, then brought over a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and poured two cups of delicious smelling coffee for us, probably some kind of high-priced brand. She also had a bottle with her, Johnny Walker Black Label, and asked if I might like a shot in my coffee.

“This is one of my little weaknesses, one of many,” she giggled, as she dumped a rather large portion in her mug. “You want some?”

“Uh, well, sure, okay.” I’d never had whisky, but figured it might be worth a try.

Donna poured a smaller amount into my cup, then grabbed a cookie and took a bite. “Have one,” she encouraged, as she chewed. “They’re really, really good. I just made ‘em this afternoon. Another one of my vices.”

I smiled and took a cookie from the plate, setting it on a paper napkin. “Thanks. But um, I better call my mom before I forget.”

I’d brought my backpack in with me from the family room, so I dug out my phone and punched the speed dial button. My mother answered and I told her I’d be a little late that night. She said that was just fine, not a problem.

Before I’d even completed the call, Donna had finished one cookie and immediately started on another. It was no wonder, I mused, that the woman had put on a few pounds since her cheerleading days.

“She’s cool with it,” I said, as I put away my phone, then picked up the cookie and took a bite. Oh my god, yes, so perfect — moist and chewy and chocolaty and yummy! Then I took a sip of the coffee. It was hot, but not too hot, really just the right temperature with the whisky added. And wow, I loved the taste! The combination was amazing. I took another sip, a much bigger one, and then a second bite of the cookie. Mmm, I could easily get used to this.

For the next twenty minutes or so, Donna and I drank coffee, ate chocolate chip cookies, and chatted companionably. Well, mostly she chatted and I listened. As I’ve said before, the woman was lively and cheerful and talkative, almost to a fault. I really didn’t mind that, though. She was so friendly and so cute, it was hard to be annoyed with her. Plus, I still had those conflicting thoughts roaming around in my brain and I was glad I didn’t have to contribute very much.

Just before 5:30, the doorbell rang. By then Donna and I had made the whole plate of cookies disappear. We’d also had refills of coffee along with extra dashes of whisky, pretty big dashes too.

I was feeling really good now — and to my surprise, all that agitation I’d felt was completely gone. Turns out coffee and cookies and alcohol is almost as good as meditation, ha-ha!

Donna got up, and I followed her to the front door. It was Kay and Danielle, who apparently had arrived together. Or perhaps the first one to show up had waited for the other, I wasn’t sure. Anyway, they both came in and we went through a round of hugs and cheek-kissing. Donna hung up their coats, and then we headed back to the kitchen.

“Would you guys like some cookies?” Donna asked. “Fresh-baked chocolate chips! Me and Britt already had a couple, but there’s plenty more. And coffee too, with this!”

Her final line was accompanied by a guffaw as she hoisted the bottle of Johnny Walker Black. It was obvious that Donna was feeling every bit as good as I was. Kay and Danielle joined in her laughter, then we settled onto the curving benches around the semicircular nook. I was in the middle, with Danielle on one side, Kay on the other, and a spot next to her for Donna.

Our hostess brought over another plate piled high with cookies, along with two more coffee mugs. Once everyone had been served, including generous dollops of whisky, Donna sat down by Kay, and then said, “Okay, so, what’s this all about?” She was smiling, as usual, but I thought I saw a look of concern in her lovely blue eyes.

“Well,” Kay began, “uh, first, the kids are all upstairs, right? So, I mean, they can’t hear any of what we’re saying?”

“That’s right,” Donna nodded. “Do you… want me to go check and make sure?”

Kay shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I’m pretty sure that even if they tried to sneak up on us, we’d be able to hear them. They’d never stay quiet.”

Everyone agreed, chuckling in amusement. After that there were a few seconds of silence, as Kay apparently was trying to decide where to start. While the rest of us waited, pregnant with anticipation, she took a sip of her coffee and looked around at each of our faces.

“All right,” Kay finally said, turning to Donna, “I guess the first thing to tell you is that Britt here knows. She knows about our little affair. You’d said it was up to us, and so we told her. That was, um, that was after the three of us spent the night together, last Saturday night. She stayed over at our house, at my place, and Danielle and I had sex with her. Then we told her the next morning.”

Donna’s eyebrows were raised, although she didn’t seem to me especially surprised or shocked by this news. It was more like she was excited by it. She was still grinning. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, “So how was it? Was it good?”

“Yes, it was,” said Kay, “very good.”

“Very very good,” added Danielle, as she gave my leg a squeeze underneath the table.

“Ooh,” Donna giggled. “Wish I coulda been there.”

I felt my face turning red. It was pretty weird sitting with three grown-up women hearing them talk about having sex with me and how nice it was. I sort of wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what. My tongue was tied.

Kay took another long sip of spiked coffee. She licked her lips, then said, “But there’s a lot more than that. That’s just, that’s barely the beginning. And, uh, the rest of it involves the girls, Cherise and Addison.”

“Really?” said Donna, after a pause.

“Uh-huh. See, it, um, I got the idea a couple weeks ago to have Britt come over on a Saturday and give Addison a private yoga lesson. Except it wasn’t for yoga. That wasn’t the point. What I told Britt was, I wanted her to have sex with Addison. And I wanted to be there to see it.”

“Yeah, and Cherise too,” said Danielle. “Cherise was there too, so Britt could have sex with her and I could watch.” She squeezed my leg again, her hand sliding farther up my thigh, coming close to my crotch.

Donna, however, was no longer smiling. Her face had gone pale. She swallowed, then said, in a quiet voice, “You’re joking.”

“No, we’re not. We’re totally serious,” said Kay.

“But, did you — you didn’t — you didn’t really do that, did you?” asked Donna.

“Yes, we did, we sure did,” Kay replied. “Danielle and I both watched Britt having sex with our little girls. We’ve done it twice now, the last two Saturdays. And it was so great, unbelievably amazing.”

Donna looked at me. She didn’t say anything, but it was clear she was asking for confirmation.

I nodded slowly, then said, “We did. We did do that, and Kay is right. It definitely was amazing.”

I surprised myself by including that last part and by saying it with a grin. It was the truth, of course, but by adding it I was joining in the effort to persuade Donna, to convince her that she should allow me to make love with her daughters, Heather and Felicity. That was what I wanted, no question, but I wasn’t sure how hard I should actually work to make it happen.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to work very hard at all. The women sitting next to me were more than ready to take up the challenge.

Kay and Danielle spent the next several minutes telling Donna how wonderful it all was, being there with me as I was teaching Addison and Cherise about masturbation and fantasy and lesbian love, and then doing everything with the girls — right in front of their moms, while they looked on and played with themselves. They also emphasized how much fun it had been for the kids, how they’d obviously enjoyed what we were doing and were so eager to learn, always asking for more.

As they presented this long explanation, describing sometimes in graphic detail the sexual acts I’d performed with the little girls, both women seemed to be growing very aroused. They were talking fast and breathing hard, their faces becoming flushed. Kay’s chest rose and fell, and through her tight sweater I could see that her nipples were erect. Meanwhile, Danielle’s hand had moved up higher until her fingers were reaching inside my gym shorts, caressing my labia through the thin fabric of my leotard.

And those two weren’t the only ones breathing quickly. I was, naturally, and so was Donna. Her cheeks were red, her forehead shiny with sweat. With one hand she gripped her coffee mug. The other hand wasn’t visible. It was under the table, in her lap, possibly even rubbing her pussy.

Danielle and Kay finally had concluded. They sat quietly, awaiting a response from Donna.

She shook her head. “I, I, I don’t know what to say…”

“You can say yes,” urged Kay. “You should say yes.”

“Yes, to — to what?”

“To letting Britt do the same with your girls,” Kay replied. “Give them private lessons while we watch.”

“It’ll be good for them,” added Danielle. “They’ll like it, and they’ll learn a lot, I promise. Right, Britt?”

Oops. Now I was on the spot. I cleared my throat and said to Donna, “Well, I… I’d be glad to teach them, if they want to do that. And, um, if you want me to, of course.”

“But, no, I, we can’t,” she mumbled, shaking her head.

“Why not?” asked Kay.

“Well, I mean, it’s wrong, isn’t it? After all, they’re just girls, still so young.”

“So?” Kay argued. “How young were you when you first started fooling around, trying things with other girls? I know how young you were, because you’ve told us. And isn’t better for them to learn from someone who really knows what she’s doing? Someone like Britt?”

“Uh, well, maybe, but—”

“And you’ll be there to watch,” Danielle enthused, “so you can see everything they’re doing. You can, like, supervise. Give them advice, if you want. We’ve done that sometimes.”

Donna blinked. “Give… advice?”

“Well, yeah, help them learn what to do. It’s for the good of the girls, a learning experience.”

“You can see the value of that, can’t you?” said Kay.

“I, I suppose so, but it’s just… it seems too risky.”

“We’ll never tell anyone,” Kay assured her. “And neither will Britt. Right, honey?”

“No, of course I wouldn’t.”

This went on a while longer, with Donna raising objections and Danielle and Kay responding to each of them, one after the other. After a time, the erotic nature of the conversation seemed to dissipate as it became more legalistic.

I wasn’t sure they would ever convince her, and in fact we ended at around 6:30 with no decision being reached. Donna wasn’t outright refusing, though, simply insisting that she needed more time to think about it. Plainly, that was all the women were going to get from her that evening.

So, Kay and Danielle gathered up their daughters, then we all put on our coats, said goodnight, and went our separate ways. However, only a few minutes after I got home, while I was in my bedroom changing my clothes, my cell phone buzzed.

It was sitting on top of my dresser. I closed an open drawer and picked up the phone, seeing a text from Donna. Check ur email, was all it said. Curious, I finished getting dressed, then booted up my laptop. There I found a message from Donna in which she asked if I would call her that night, sometime when I was alone and we could talk privately. She also informed me that her husband, Trevor, was out of town on business so I could phone as late as I wanted, whenever it was most convenient.

I couldn’t do it just then, because my mom and dad were holding dinner for me. Anyway, I was sure Donna intended I should call later on, after her kids were asleep. I went out and ate with my parents, trying to act as normal as possible. Then I helped my mother with the dishes, watched TV with them for a couple hours, and eventually said I was going to bed.

The waiting was agony. What did that email mean? What could the woman want? Was she furious, prepared to chew me out for offering to have sex with her children? Although that didn’t seem likely, I was still worried.

I tried to read a novel, but all the anxiety and uncertainty made it hard to concentrate. Finally, at about 10:30, I figured it was late enough. After brushing my teeth and peeing one last time, I got under the covers, leaving a lamp next to the bed on its lowest setting.

My fingers trembled as I picked up the phone and punched in Donna’s number.

She answered after one ring. “Hello?”

“Donna?”

“Hi, Britt. Thank you for calling.” Her was soft, quiet, almost a whisper.

“Oh, uh, that’s okay.”

“See, I just wanted to check with you, and, um, ask a few more questions about, you know, what we talked about today.”

“Sure, of course,” I replied, feeling relief that she didn’t sound angry or anything.

She began by asking if I was truly serious about doing this, and I assured her that I was. Then she told me she wanted to know a lot more, get the details about what exactly would happen should she agree and if her daughters said yes. So, I started going through the list, explaining all the things I had taught Cherise and Addison and describing how I was planning to proceed with Heather and Felicity.

After I finished, she asked again if this really was my choice, if it was what I wanted for myself, not just something I was being pressured to do by Kay and Danielle.

“No, I… it’s what I want,” I told her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am, absolutely. See, um, I enjoy teaching, I love it. And I love sex, so it sort of goes together.” Then for some crazy reason, I added, “And also I love young girls, you know, like ten or twelve years old. They turn me on.”

It was quiet for a beat, and then she said, “Okay.”

“Does that, I mean, does that bother you?” I asked. “Or make you mad?”

“No, it doesn’t. I understand.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh… I know how you feel.”

“Oh.”

She didn’t say anything else right away, and that’s when I realized what was going on. Donna’s voice was somewhat shaky and her breath seemed to be coming fast. Could this mean what I thought it meant? Maybe it did!

I waited a second or two, building up my courage, then said, “Can I, um, can I ask you something?”

“Yes, sure. Anything.”

“Well, are you, I mean, are you… touching yourself?”

There was a brief moment of silence, and then, “Uh-huh, I am.”

“Okay.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, smiling to myself. Then I asked, “Are you in bed?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Nothing. I’m naked. It’s just me and you and my phone. And my fingers on my clit.”

“Nice…”

“How about you?” she asked. “Are you wearing anything?”

“Um, yeah. I have to, you know, in case my mom comes in or something. So I have shorts on. Boxers, I mean, and a tank top.”

“Okay. Is your hand inside your boxers?”

“Yep, it sure is,” I chuckled, before adding, “and I’m really wet.”

“Me too,” Donna sighed. “So wet, and so turned on. I never thought… well, actually, I guess I have thought about it. You know, about my girls, and, um, doing things with them. But I never expected anything like this would really happen. Except now maybe it is.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Do you think they’ll want to?” she asked, sounding worried.

It seemed sort of odd that she would be asking me what I thought since they were her daughters, not mine. But I tried to reassure her.

“Um, yeah,” I said, “I think so. Most girls are pretty curious. You know, they want to know more about sex, all kinds of sex. I remember how I was around their age, really curious, interested, eager, like Cherise and Addison. Your kids probably are too.”

“I hope so.”

“You — does that mean you really want this to happen?”

“Uh-huh, I sure as hell do.”

She was quiet for several more seconds after that, not speaking but making little moaning sounds, like whimpering.

“Are you getting close?” I asked.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Me too. My pussy is really wet.”

“So is mine,” she breathed, “so fucking wet. I… I’m almost there.”

Another short silence, and then Donna said, “When, you know, when Trevor has sex with me, it’s all about him. I almost never come. That only happens when I’m alone, or, or with Kay and Danielle.”

“I’d really like to see the three of you together,” I told her. “Watch you having sex with them. That would be so hot.”

“Yeah, and I’d like to see you with…”

The woman hesitated a moment, but then went on. Her words came out in short bursts between gasps and groans. “I wanna watch you — with Felicity — and Heather! UNH!! UNHHH!!!”

Donna was climaxing. And when I heard that, I went over the top too.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Naughty Mommy

Well, as I said, one of my questions had been answered, definitely in the affirmative. Kay and Danielle each reached climax, masturbating to orgasm as their daughters sucked their tits. They didn’t hold back, not in the least. I was very happy to see that.

I did not, however, get to witness the second thing I was hoping for. Addison and Cherise seemed content for the time being with nipple play. Neither girl gave any indication of wanting to do more than that.

Would I ever get to see them fingering their mother’s cunts or, even better, licking them? And did the women want to eat their daughter’s sweet pussies? I was almost certain they both wanted to — but would they ever really do it? Would I get to see that someday?

Perhaps someday I would, but not then, not that evening.

 

After the two women and I came down from our climaxes, Kay said, “All right, this was fun, a whole lot of fun. Another excellent lesson from our teacher.” She winked at me, then went on, “But it’s getting late now, time for you young ones to head for bed. Britt, you’re staying over tonight, right? We don’t have an extra bedroom, so do you mind squeezing in here with me and Danielle?”

“No, I don’t mind at all,” I said with a smile.

The little girls giggled. I assumed that they were used to having their mothers spend the night together, but I didn’t know if there had ever been someone else there with them.

Anyway, no one complained. The kids bounced off Kay’s bed, trotting out of the room and down the hall to brush their teeth. I went downstairs and retrieved my backpack, which I’d left by the front door.

Fifteen minutes later, after a long round of goodnight kisses and hugs, the girls were snuggled into Addison’s bed with the lights turned off. It could be quite a while, I expected, before they actually went to sleep, and who knows what naughty things they might be doing in the meantime.

I wasn’t thinking very much about that, however, because just then I was lying naked in bed between Kay and Danielle, and they were kissing me!

It really didn’t surprise me, of course, that they were showing so much affection. I had taken for granted that we would have sex. Still, it was one thing to think about that, and another to actually do it.

When I felt their warm hands caressing me, their soft kisses on my cheeks and neck and lips, and when I realized that I was about to go all the way with them, make love with these two beautiful women at the same time — the moms of my yoga students! — I virtually melted. My pussy instantly became drenched, heavy with lubrication. My skin was burning hot, as if I had a fever.

But the funny thing was I was so turned on, so strongly aroused, so overwhelmed with desire, that I found I could barely move. I just lay there like a soggy, sultry puddle of lust, letting Kay and Danielle do whatever they wanted with me.

Not that they seemed to mind this, not at all. The pair happily made a playground of my body. Kay kissed my mouth, nibbling and sucking on my lips, with her hand slowly sliding down over my belly to my mound, then gently pulling at the tangles of my red bush. Danielle, meanwhile, was straddling my leg, grinding her moist pussy against my knee, her mouth roaming around my small breasts, licking and kissing.

And as their fingers and tongues went everywhere, exploring, touching, tasting, these horny women murmured to me, between kisses and caresses, how excited they were to have a teenage girl in their bed, how they’d long dreamed of having sex with someone as young as me.

They had been involved with each other for about three years, I gradually learned, since shortly after Danielle moved into the neighborhood. Their daughters met at school, in first grade, and immediately became best friends. Then the moms got acquainted, and soon they began an intimate relationship.

“But you know what?” Kay asked.

“What?” I barely managed to croak. Kay had a finger inside me and Danielle was flicking her tongue over the end of my erect nipple. It wasn’t easy at that point even to think coherently, let alone speak.

“See, we discovered something,” she continued, “while we were sharing our fantasies… you know, like you told the girls earlier tonight? About talking and telling each other what turns you on?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. I was already getting very close to an orgasm. Kay was rubbing my clit with her thumb while her finger slid in and out of my cunt. It felt incredibly good.

“It turns out we both love the same extremely hot idea. Danielle and I get totally turned on by talking about naked little girls… about having sex with them, kissing and touching and doing everything with them.”

“Yeah, like totally turned on!” added Danielle.

“Really?” I squeaked.

“Oh my god, yes,” said Kay, her finger moving faster inside me. “It makes me so wet to think about licking and sucking those tiny pink pussies, so smooth and perfect, so fucking hot.”

“UNHH!!” I came suddenly, and very hard.

I could feel the muscles in my vagina clamping down around Kay’s finger. Danielle was sucking my nipple and Kay was still rubbing my clit with her thumb. The orgasm seemed to go on and on and on, cresting and then cresting again. It was like a series of dazzling climaxes, one after the other.

Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was just too intense. Pushing the women away, I curled onto my side in a fetal position, legs pulled up, arms tucked at my chest. My pussy was still throbbing, spasms of pleasure blasting through my body. This continued at least half a minute more, one of the longest and most powerful orgasms of my life.

At last, with the sexual energy slowly dissipating, I was able to relax, to feel under control once again. You’d think I would have been exhausted by then, and yet I wasn’t. Instead, I felt motivated, inspired, excited about doing more with them.

I took a deep breath, let it out, then sat up.

Danielle was lying on her side, one arm behind her head, looking up at me. She smiled. Kay was on her knees, fingers moving between her legs. She was masturbating, as usual, though not especially fast, just gently playing with herself.

“Can you tell us what it’s like?” asked Kay.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I wasn’t sure I understood the question.

“All we can do is think about it. Neither of us… well, I fooled around a bit with girls in high school, starting when I was sixteen or seventeen, around your age, and then did a lot more of that in college… but nothing at all when I was younger, you know, really young, like Addison or Cherise.”

“And that’s way more than I did,” said Danielle, as she pushed herself up. “In fact, Kay was my first one, my first female lover, I mean. Before that, I’d only had, um, I’d had sex with a few guys, but that was all. I wasn’t very experienced, and I guess I’m still not. So, what’s it like?”

“What do you mean?” I repeated, still perplexed.

“You know,” prompted Kay, “what’s it like to actually lick a little girl’s pussy? We want to hear about that. Come on, tell us how it feels.”

A naughty grin crept across my face. “Well, why don’t you both try it and find out for yourselves?”

The women were quiet for a moment, apparently thinking. Then Danielle shrugged, and said softly, “We’d like to do that. We really would, but…”

“So why don’t you?” I persisted. “You might as well, right?”

Kay shook her head firmly, decisively. “No, we can’t, not ever. That’s why you’re here, Britt, so we can watch you do the things we’d both like to do but can’t.”

“But—” I began.

“No, she’s right,” said Danielle, interrupting me. “Kay and I have talked about this a lot, and as we told you before, we both love fantasizing about it, sometimes even playing games with each other, you know, role-playing. But that’s as far as we can ever really go. It’s just that… any more than that would be, um…”

As Danielle trailed off, Kay picked up the thread. “We’ve thought about this for a long time, Britt, believe me, and we know what we’re doing. We’re concerned, first, that it might be hard for the girls to adjust to that, to actually having sex with their mothers. Plus, there’s such a strong social taboo against incest, we don’t want to take any chances. There’s far too much at stake. I mean, if someone found out about it, then, well, there’d be hell to pay. And we can’t take that risk. We won’t.”

When Kay finished, I looked into her eyes, then into Danielle’s.

I wasn’t going to change their minds, that seemed obvious. No matter how much I would like to see it, nothing more wasn’t going to happen between these women and their daughters, nothing beyond what we’d already done.

“All right,” I slowly nodded. I wasn’t sure I agreed with their reasoning, but after all, it was their choice to make, not mine.

I’d noticed, however, that during all this, while we were talking, Kay had never stopped masturbating. Even as she was insisting to me that she could never, ever have sex with her own daughter, her hand was moving between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy. If anything, our discussion about limits and lesbian incest appeared to make her even more excited.

“Okay, so,” I said, as I gazed at her slippery fingers, then brought my eyes slowly up to meet hers, “you want me to tell you how it feels to lick a little girl? A nine-year-old like Addison? To push my tongue deep inside her sweet pink vagina?”

“Yes, fuck, yes!” hissed Kay. Her face was growing flushed. She was breathing hard, large chest quickly rising and falling. “Tell me!”

I turned to Danielle. “You want to hear how it felt when I was licking Cherise’s clit, when I sucked and licked and tasted her juicy little pussy?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, please tell me!” Danielle was lying on her back now, and she was masturbating too, both hands working fast between her long slim legs.

So I did. I told these women how wonderful it was to lick a virgin pussy, to eat a little girl and have the child come in my mouth. Then I told them about having the girls lick me, about looking down between my legs and seeing their pretty faces, those happy young smiles, little pink tongues lapping at my cunt.

 

We didn’t get much sleep that night. Or maybe what I should say is we didn’t go to sleep until much later. We stayed up until almost 3:00 AM, with me telling the moms over and over again how it felt to lick a little girl, to eat their daughters’ pussies. They never seemed to tire of hearing it.

At one point, however, after an hour or so of this, of talking and masturbating, I offered another suggestion. Although I’d told myself earlier that I probably couldn’t convince the women to actually have sex with their own kids, I wondered if maybe this would work.

“I know you said you don’t want to, you know, do it yourselves with the girls,” I began. “Well, I mean, you want to, but you’ve just decided that it’s not such a good idea, right?”

“That’s right,” Kay nodded.

“But why couldn’t you lick Cherise’s pussy? And why couldn’t you lick Addison’s, Danielle? They’re not your daughters, so wouldn’t that be okay?”

“It would be nice, very nice,” said Kay, grinning at me as she rubbed her clit. “And we’ve thought about that option too. We’ve talked about it plenty of times and had some wonderful sex role-playing it. But the thing is, we just can’t trust ourselves. If I was in bed with Cherise, eating her pussy, or having her eat mine, and if I saw Danielle next to me, licking Addison, well, I just know I wouldn’t be able to resist. I would have to have Addison too.”

“Yeah, and the same goes for me,” said Danielle. “I would have to have Cherise if she was right there next to me like that. It’s all I can do now to keep from jumping on her when I watch her having sex with you, Britt. But, um, I guess maybe it’s the yoga, all that stuff about discipline and focus, those things you teach. If it wasn’t for that…”

This was the first time I ever regretted teaching yoga. It was stopping me from seeing what I wanted to see! Of course, it was equally true that if I hadn’t been a yoga instructor in the first place, I never would have had this amazing erotic experience — the chance to have sex with two hot little girls while their mothers watched and masturbated.

I still wasn’t ready to give up on the rest of what I wanted, though. I can be very stubborn at times.

“But, like, couldn’t you just be, you know, in separate rooms? Danielle in Addison’s room with her, and Cherise in here with Kay? Then maybe you wouldn’t be so tempted to do even more.”

Kay shook her head, smiling ruefully. “No, it won’t work, honey. You’re not going to change our minds. We’ve decided what we think is right, and we won’t budge. It’s just too risky. We can’t take that chance.”

“But what you can do,” said Danielle, “is have sex with them for us, sort of in our place, you know, like you have been. That way we can both experience it, Kay and I, at least in a way, while we’re watching you. And of course you can tell us all about it afterward.”

“Well, okay,” I shrugged, finally resigned. I wouldn’t bug them about it anymore, but I certainly wasn’t going to stop thinking about it, that incredibly arousing idea of a mom making love with her daughter.

Then Kay asked, “What about your own mother, Britt? Have you ever thought about her that way? I know she’s a little bit older than us, but she’s still an attractive woman.”

My mom wasn’t just a little bit older than them, she was a lot older, nearly fifty. And although she did have sort of a pretty face, she was quite heavy, close to two hundred pounds. Sorry to say, but I really didn’t think of her as attractive at all. I loved her, because she was my mom and a good person, but I’d never been drawn to her sexually, never fantasized about her or anything like that.

“No, not really,” I said, “she’s, um, I guess she’s just not my type.” Then with a naughty grin, I added, “My type is ten-year-old girls!”

They laughed at that, and we spent the next several hours having plenty of fun, role-playing hot sex between mothers and daughters, taking turns, switching around, making up all kinds of forbidden fantasies and acting them out.

The women, as Danielle had mentioned earlier, often enjoyed this kind of thing. Kay usually would be the mom, they told me, with Danielle playing the role of the child, although sometimes they would swap. But now, with me there, we could try lots of other arrangements, and we did.

 

One more important thing occurred during my sleepover at Kay’s house, something that would soon lead to even more deliciously naughty adventures for lucky little me.

It happened the next morning. I awoke to find myself alone in the king-size bed. The sheets were rumpled and smelled of sex, feminine sex. I smiled as I recalled all the fun we’d had the previous night, two women and a teenage girl sharing their dirtiest fantasies while making each other come over and over again.

I could hear the shower running in the bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and the shower wasn’t the only thing I heard. I could also hear voices, especially Kay’s voice. “Fuck me! Fuck my fucking pussy! Make me come!!”

After hesitating for just a moment, I slipped out of bed and moved toward the door. Peering inside, I could make out two shapes through the pebbled glass enclosure on the tub. It was a pair of naked women — Kay and Danielle, obviously — making love.

Should I join them? I was tempted, but then I thought that if they wanted me to, they would come and ask. Maybe it was better to let the two lovebirds have their private time.

I listened and watched a few seconds longer, then got back in bed. By then, of course, I was very turned on. I also had to pee, but not that badly. I could wait, and in the meantime I could play with myself.

While I listened to the women having sex, I rubbed my own pussy. I was surprised how wet I already was and how quickly I got close. Considering the number of orgasms I’d had with Danielle and Kay the night before, not to mention with their daughters during our afternoon and early evening teaching sessions, I’d wondered if it might take me a while. It didn’t.

Hearing those sounds from the bathroom, plus thinking about all that we’d done, visualizing myself licking the little girls, or having them lick me, and then remembering how hot it was to see the kids sucking on their own moms’ nipples, soon had me soaring over the top.

“Yes, god, yes!!!” I cried as I climaxed, bouncing on the mattress, bucking my cunt against my hands, two fingers shoved deep inside me.

My eyes were tightly closed during the delicious orgasm, and when I opened them a minute or so later, I found I had an audience. The women were standing by the bed, grinning at me. Both had towels around their waists, with their hair wrapped in towels too, but their breasts were exposed.

“Oh, hi,” I smiled somewhat sheepishly, bringing a hand to my mouth to lick my juicy fingers.

“Good morning,” said Kay as she sat down beside me. “Looks like you were having fun.”

“Yeah, I was,” I grinned, “definitely. But um, I really have to pee now.”

“All right,” Kay chuckled. “Go ahead.”

I got up and took care of business.

When I came back, Kay asked me, “Are you getting hungry? Do you want any breakfast?”

“Uh, well… not right away. What time is it?”

There was a decorative clock on a table beside the bed, but the hands were so small I couldn’t read them from where I stood.

“It’s almost 10:00,” said Kay.

“Ten o’clock! Really?? Wow, I didn’t mean to sleep so long. Are the kids up?”

Danielle smiled, “Yeah, they’ve been up for a while, already had cereal for breakfast. We checked on them before we took a shower. They’re watching TV now, I think. Cartoons probably.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

She patted the bed, indicating that I should sit down between her and Kay.

I did, and then Danielle said, “We were planning to ask you, Britt, how you were feeling this morning… if you had, you know, any regrets about anything or whatever. But from what we saw, you seem pretty happy.”

“Well, yeah, I am. Very happy, in fact. No regrets at all.”

This wasn’t quite true, because I still wished I could see the two of them having sex with their daughters, but I’d promised myself I wouldn’t bring that subject up again.

“So, you wouldn’t mind,” said Kay, “if we asked you to come back next Saturday, and perhaps every Saturday, as often as you can anyway, for more private lessons?”

“No, I wouldn’t mind that at all. I’d love it. Except, um, there is something I’ve been, sort of, thinking about.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” asked Kay.

I fidgeted nervously, wringing my hands in my lap. “Well, I mean, it’s… kind of embarrassing.”

Kay laughed out loud. “Now, come on, honey, how can you be embarrassed about anything around us? God knows we’ve shared enough secrets with each other.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I nodded, then took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll tell you.”

I explained to them about my growing interest in Donna’s daughters, Heather and Felicity, the other two students in our yoga class. The girls were twelve and ten years old, an alluring pair of blonde angels who were increasingly featured during my nighttime masturbation sessions at home. I told them all about that as well.

“And so,” I said, drawing to a finish, “I don’t know if it could ever happen. But what I’d really like is to have them take part in our private lessons too.”

“Aha, well… that does add sort of a twist, doesn’t it?” said Kay, as she winked at Danielle.

“So, um, you think should we tell her?” Danielle asked.

The other woman shrugged. “I don’t see why not. It’ll come out sooner or later.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Kay turned to me, now with a very serious look on her face, and placed her hands on my shoulders. I had no idea what I was about to hear.

“Britt, we’ve trusted you with a lot so far,” said Kay, “a whole lot. I’m sure you know that both Danielle and I would be in big trouble if anyone ever found out what we’ve been doing. You know, with our little girls and everything, exposing them to so much. You could too, for that matter, but probably not as bad as us, not nearly as bad. I really don’t want you to worry about it, though. That’s not the point.”

I frowned, wondering to myself, what was the point?

“See, the thing is,” Kay continued, “Donna has some secrets too, sexual secrets. But the difference between her and us is she’s married and she wants to stay that way. She’s happy with her life, and doesn’t want to mess it up.”

“All right,” I said, feeling intensely curious and also somewhat impatient.

“You’re probably noticed that Donna’s house and furniture and everything are a lot nicer than mine.”

“And a whole lot nicer than mine, trust me,” Danielle interjected. I had never been to her place.

“Okay,” I nodded, smiling at Danielle.

Kay went on, “But even though Donna likes her lifestyle, her big house and everything, and doesn’t want to lose any of that, there’s one thing she just can’t resist. Can you guess what that is?”

They both looked at me. I shook my head. No clue.

“Pussy,” said Kay. “The woman loves pussy.”

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Naughty Mommy

After that we stopped for dinner, the five of us marching downstairs, proudly naked. Quite a crew!

The table was already set, I found, and as Cherise began to slice the freshly baked bread and Danielle served up big bowls of incredibly delicious-smelling beef stew from the slow cooker, and as Addison poured juice for the girls and Kay opened a bottle of red wine, I simply stood there smiling like a goof. A very happy goof!!

Yeah, I know I’m probably using way too many exclamation points according to the so-called experts, but I mean, how could I not feel totally fantastic?! Not only did I get to have sex with these super cute little girls and then suck their mom’s nipples, but now they were going to feed me too!! And it all smelled unbelievably great!!!

We sat down to eat, grinning and chattering. Kay asked if I would like to have a glass of wine, and I said sure. I knew my parents wouldn’t mind. Sometimes they let me drink a little wine with supper. They figured it was good for me to get used to it so I wouldn’t go crazy later. I figured they were right, and I enjoyed the taste.

The wine Kay poured was really good. It was a kind I’d never heard of, Egri Bikavér. She told me it was Hungarian, and that’s when I learned that Danielle’s grandparents on her mother’s side were both born in Hungary. They’d emigrated to the United States from Budapest as a young married couple in the 1950s, living for a short time in New Jersey before moving to Baltimore.

“That’s where she gets her good looks,” Kay winked. “Hungarian girls are the most beautiful in the world.”

“Aww, thanks,” Danielle blushed.

So, everything was just perfect: the wine, the food, the conversation, and especially the scenery — all those lovely nude feminine bodies — I couldn’t have asked for more. Well, I did ask for seconds of beef stew after scarfing down my first bowl, sopping up the rich broth with another slice of homemade bread. Yes, I was in heaven. No doubt about it.

When the meal was over, and the small amount of cleanup quickly handled, I expected we would probably head back upstairs to the master bedroom, but I was in for a surprise.

“Let’s just go in the living room, all right?” Kay suggested. “We can take our glasses in there and relax.” She’d opened a second bottle of wine, so we took that with us, and the kids brought their refilled glasses of juice along too.

The blinds were drawn, and we had plenty of privacy. Kay and Danielle settled on the couch, their daughters snuggling in beside them, while I sat in an armchair, crossing my legs and sipping my wine. I noted with amusement that this was the same seat I’d occupied on the previous Saturday afternoon after I first arrived, before any of our delightfully illicit sexual activities had taken place. So much had happened since then, and all of it wonderful!

We chatted for a couple of minutes about nothing in particular, until Danielle said, wagging her eyebrows, “So, what’s next on the teaching protocol, Britt? I’m eager for us to get started again.”

“Oh, um, okay…”

I felt my heart pounding, the color rising in my cheeks. Even though it all had gone just right so far, my plan working precisely as I’d hoped, we still had some major boundaries to cross. Would they think I was a total pervert, asking for what I wanted next?

Actually, that wasn’t quite right. The next thing was only halfway perverted, no worse than any of the things we’d done before, which everyone enjoyed. Okay, so, settle down, Britt, I said to myself. You can do this. You can make it happen.

I forced a smile. “Well, I think now we should find out if the girls were really paying attention. You know, when I was showing them how to make love to a woman’s breasts. I’d like them to try it with me and see how well they do, okay?”

“Ooh, yeah…” Kay rubbed her hands together. “I can’t wait to see that.”

We rearranged ourselves, the women getting up while I moved to the couch, sitting in the middle between Addison and Cherise. The naked little girls giggled and clutched my arms.

There were two large, comfortable chairs in the room, not far from the couch and facing diagonally toward it. That’s where I assumed Kay and Danielle would be. I was right about that — except before they sat down, they opened the bottom drawer in a side cabinet and got out a pair of big fluffy towels, placing them on the chairs beneath them.

Pretty smart, I thought, preparing in advance for the overflow. I hadn’t noticed Kay being unusually gooey, but Danielle definitely was a gusher.

“All right, we’re ready,” said Kay, winking at me.

Her hand was already busily working between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She could never get enough, it seemed. Kay was constantly touching herself, striving for the next climax.

I had to wonder, when I reached my thirties, would I be that way too? Able to come, like, ten or more times a day? It’s true that when I was with these women and their daughters, playing our sexy games, my orgasm count certainly did increase. But normally, on my own, three or maybe four was about my maximum. After that I was too worn out. Maybe older women were just like that, with even stronger needs than a teenager and more stamina as well. Someday, presumably, I would find out for myself.

“Go ahead, honey,” said Danielle, “you can start now.”

Oops. Once again I’d allowed my ruminating to get in the way of action. It was time to get on with things.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I grinned. “I just like watching you guys. You’re both very hot.”

“Thanks,” Danielle nodded. She was masturbating too, slumped in her chair, running a slender finger up and down through her juicy slit, spectacular long legs spread wide. It was quite a sight, extremely erotic.

On the other hand, cuddling next to me were two adorable little girls, only nine and ten years old, smiling and eager for sex. And that, of course, was even more erotic — making love with such young kids was absolutely forbidden, but so incredibly desirable!

I looked back and forth between them, making steady eye contact, letting them connect with me. When I thought they were ready, properly focused, I said in a quiet voice, “All right, let’s see how much you both have learned. Do you remember how to start?”

“Just with touching,” said Cherise. “Um, only light touching, with your fingertips.”

“Yeah, and, like, go slow at first,” Addison put in.

“That’s right, very good,” I said to them. “So, why don’t you begin, one on either side, okay?”

Oh my god, can you imagine how wonderful this was? A pair of darling girls, so young they had no boobs yet, but they both were touching me, and so lovingly, small hands tenderly caressing, moving around my breasts, slowly circling, fingers edging closer and closer to my nipples.

“Mmm, that’s really nice,” I murmured. “You’re doing very, very well.”

By now my nipples were as hard as they could be, throbbing and begging for attention. There was only one problem. The kids, it seemed, had taken my earlier instruction all too literally. They were going slow, all right, maybe too slow. It was almost like there was a contest between them, to see who could take the longest time before reaching my nipple. Their little fingertips softly circled, around and around and around, coming ever closer but never quite touching.

Were they trying to drive me insane? If so, they were succeeding. I had to put a stop to it.

In a voice choked with arousal, I said, “That’s… enough of that, I think. You can do the next thing now.”

“Are you aching?” Addison giggled. “Like my mom said she was?”

“Yes, I am,” I nodded, “definitely.”

“Does it make you want to come?” the girl added with a mischievous grin.

“Uh-huh, it sure does.”

“Mmmm, fuck — you’re gonna make me come.” That was Kay. She was pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt. They were soaked with her juices.

I didn’t reply to the woman, just gave her a quick smile. Instead I said to the girls, “Go on, um… do, you know, the next thing.”

“Okay,” said Cherise. She brought her index finger to her mouth, licking the tip. Addison did the same. Then they placed their wet fingertips on the very ends of my nipples, rubbing in tiny circles.

“Goddamn,” I groaned, my head falling back, eyes closed.

The electric tingling sensation went straight from my nipples to my clit. It felt like I was on fire. I swear the kids could have made me come just by doing that. Except I wanted still more from them, much more.

“Now,” I croaked, “u-use your tongues now.”

“But what about, don’t we do this first?” asked Cherise.

I raised my head again, opening my heavy-lidded eyes. Cherise was holding her fingers in a cone shape, exactly the way I’d shown them with Kay and then with Danielle.

“Um, yeah, all right, do that first.”

So they did. The girls each placed a hand over one breast, and slowly drew their small fingers up, bringing them together, lightly squeezing and pulling on my nipples, repeating this several times.

God, it felt so fucking good. I gritted my teeth, squeezing my legs together. Should I masturbate? I certainly wanted to, but I was also supposed to be teaching them, and maybe that should take precedent. It was hard to think straight with so much lust and desire coursing through my body.

Before I could decide what to do, they went on to the next step. Addison and Cherise, the two sexy fourth-graders, started flicking their little tongues over the tips of my nipples.

Now I was incapable of resisting. Without making a conscious decision, my hands went between my legs, fingers stroking my erect clit.

Both girls flattened their tongues, sliding up and down, then going around in circles on my tits.

“Fuck, yeah, don’t stop,” I told them. “Don’t stop!”

They didn’t stop, and they weren’t going slow anymore either. Almost instinctively, it seemed, they began to suck.

Dimly I heard throaty grunting noises from Kay and Danielle, the moms of these children who were nursing at my breasts. It sounded like both women were coming, but I couldn’t hear them clearly — because I was screaming so loud, climaxing with two little girls sucking on my nipples as I furiously rubbed my cunt.

 

“Can we lick you now?” said Addison.

I blinked, opening my eyes partway. “Huh…? What?”

“Can we lick you now?” she repeated. “I wanna taste you again.”

“Yeah, me too,” agreed Cherise. “I do too.”

The kids were kneeling on either side of me, actually bouncing on the sofa cushions in their eagerness.

“Yes, do that,” said Kay, who’d risen from her chair and was standing close to us. She was nude, of course, hands gently massaging her womanly body, one between her legs, the other on her breasts. “You don’t mind, do you, Britt?”

Obviously, I didn’t mind. I would love having the girls do that, though I was still only half-conscious after such an overpowering orgasm.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. My vision was blurry. Maybe I’d had too much wine at dinner, two full glasses, or maybe I’d simply had too much sex — no, not that! A person could never have too much sex!!

“What’s so funny?” asked Addison, grinning at me.

I realized I was giggling uncontrollably. When I came in earlier that afternoon, I’d thought the women seemed giddy, intoxicated, but now I was the one.

“It’s nothing,” I managed to reply, taking a deep breath and pushing myself up a little bit. “I’m just happy, that’s all.”

“Aww, that’s sweet,” said Kay. She sat down next to me, nudging Addison to the side, and gave me a big hug while plastering my cheek with wet kisses. “I’m so glad you’re happy, Britt. You’ve made us happy too, very very happy.”

Danielle joined us on the couch, squeezing in between me and Cherise, wrapping her long arms around me and adorning my face with more kisses, saying, “Yeah, we really do want to thank you, honey. You have no idea how happy you’ve made us.”

“Wait! I wanna hug her too!” cried Addison, climbing over her mom to flop on top of me, hugging and kissing. Suddenly Cherise was there as well, and I was completely covered by an avalanche of naked feminine bodies rubbing up against me, two beautiful women and their sexy young daughters.

This love fest went on for at least half a minute, maybe longer, until I thought I might suffocate. Finally Kay drew back, saying, “Now what was it you girls said you wanted to do with Britt?”

“Lick her!” said Addison.

“Lick her pussy!” said Cherise.

And so they did. Once again, as on the previous Saturday, I had both kids between my legs, smiling up at me, licking and fingering and giggling and sucking and kissing. Beside me on the couch were their mothers, leaning in close, watching everything and rubbing themselves.

Although the girls still weren’t experts and a lot more instruction would be required — which I would happily provide — their eager enthusiasm, combined with my awareness of what was happening, how deliciously wrong and dirty it all was, brought me quickly to the brink.

“You’re gonna, you’re gonna fucking make me come!!” I panted.

“You want us to fuck you?” asked Addison. To Cherise, she said, “Put your finger in her, okay? And I will too. Together, both at once.”

“Okay!”

I felt two fingers pushing up inside my wet vagina, probing, stretching, reaching deep, and then I felt their warm tongues on my clit — “God! YES!!” I cried, erupting into climax.

Following my second titanic orgasm in the space of only about fifteen minutes, I really needed to rest for a bit. The women drank more wine, the kids yakked and had some juice, while I semi-snoozed on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep. I wanted very badly to do more with them, not give up for the night, but temporarily, at least, I was wiped out.

Fortunately it didn’t take too long for me to gather myself. Or maybe it did take a while. I don’t know, I’m not sure how long it was. At any rate, I finally sat up, took a deep breath, then smiled at everyone and said, “Okay, I feel a lot better now. Thanks for letting me sort of recuperate.”

Kay, who was seated beside me, placed her hand on my leg, softly patting. As if she could read my thoughts, she said, “Are you sure you don’t want to just call it a night, sweetie? It’s no problem if you feel that way. We understand.”

“No, I, um… there’s still more stuff I want to do. And I, I’m fine, really. I want to keep going.”

“All right. If you’re sure.”

“Yeah, I am. Definitely. I’m ready.”

“Okay, so, what is it you want to do next?” Kay asked.

“Well, uh, I actually think it might work better if we go upstairs again, to your bedroom. If, you know, if you guys don’t mind.”

“You’re the boss,” said Danielle, “or maybe I should say you’re the teacher. Anyhow, you just tell us what to do, Britt, and we’ll do it.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. And if these women really meant it, then it shouldn’t be too hard for me to achieve what I was aiming for, to take the next big step.

First, however, I needed to check on the two kids, sitting on the floor in front of us, drinking their juice. Might they be getting bored, restless, their attention spans running out?

“You guys, um, Addison and Cherise? Do you still want to keep doing this kind of stuff?” I asked. “Because I mean, we don’t have to. We can play games or watch a movie or do something else if you’d rather…”

They both looked at me like I was crazy. Cherise frowned. Addison shook her head, then put a hand between her legs, stroking her hairless pussy, and said, “I don’t wanna play any games now — except for these kinds of games!” She burst into laughter, and the others joined her.

So much for short attention spans. They were ready for more sex, and so was I!

When we got upstairs to Kay’s room, I asked the moms to sit on the bed, leaning on pillows against the headboard. Then I positioned their daughters with them, Cherise next to Danielle, Addison beside Kay. I was on my knees in the center of the king-size bed, facing them.

“Okay, so,” I began, “the next thing is more practice. The girls did a good job on me, like, touching and licking my boobs. But I want them to keep practicing now, get more experience.”

“Wait — what?” said Kay.

“It’s just for teaching,” I told her. “They have to get experience, so why not do it with you, right?”

“But…”

Danielle intervened, “No, really, I think it’s fine. Britt’s our teacher. She knows what’s best.”

Kay turned to her. “Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh,” Danielle nodded. She was holding her small tits in her hands, lightly massaging them and squeezing the nipples. “I think we should do this. I really do.”

“Well, uh… all right,” Kay said slowly. “I suppose we can, if it’s just for teaching.”

“Of course it is,” I assured her. “The only way these kids can learn is by doing, and they both need a lot more practice.”

“Ooh, goodie!” Addison giggled, bouncing on her knees next to her mom.

Cherise, meanwhile, was licking her lips as she stared at Danielle’s breasts, ogling her mother’s hard nipples.

“So, um, ladies, put your hands down at your sides,” I said. They did, and then I told the girls they could begin, doing all the things I’d taught them previously.

I sat and watched, quickly becoming aroused. Addison and Cherise were good students, had learned their lessons well. They took it slow at first, as instructed, but it was immediately evident that the gentle caress of their small fingers was having a powerful effect.

Both Kay and Danielle were breathing quickly, chests rising and falling. Their nipples were stiffly erect, though they hadn’t been directly touched yet by the girls. The women squirmed on the bed, hands fidgeting, and I saw them squeezing their legs together.

We came to the next part. The kids grinned at one another. They’d finished circling their mother’s breasts, moving closer and closer — ever so close — without quite contacting the turgid nipples. Now they each licked the end of one index finger and placed it over the tip of a nipple.

“No, uh, do both,” I said. “Lick two fingers and do both nipples at once.”

“Oh, okay,” said Addison, with Cherise nodding in agreement.

This was almost too much for the women. When they felt those moist fingertips teasing, tickling their nipples, Kay and Danielle groaned in unison, bodies shuddering dramatically. It was amusing, in a way, to see such an exaggerated response, but I could easily tell they weren’t faking. They were extremely turned on, and I was too!

“Now, uh…” I had to stop and clear my throat, “now your tongues. Don’t worry about using your hands any more, just your tongues and your mouths.”

As I gave the girls this instruction, my hand went between my own legs. My clit was throbbing, so incredibly sensitive. I knew I could make myself come with only a few strokes, but for the moment I avoided that, instead massaging my labia and the opening to my vagina. I wanted to wait if possible, try to manage it so I would reach orgasm at the same time the women did — assuming, of course, that they were willing to go that far, climax in such an intimate fashion, with their daughters sucking their nipples. Would they do that?

It didn’t seem there would be much resistance. Both moms were feverishly masturbating. I hadn’t told them to and they hadn’t asked permission. It just happened automatically.

I saw Cherise glance back at me. It appeared she might be concerned about skipping a step, but I didn’t care. To hell with the curriculum — I wanted to see the little girls’ mouths on their mothers’ breasts! I nodded at her to continue, and she did.

Addison was already flicking her tongue over Kay’s nipples, going back and forth between her tits, licking one nipple then the other.

“Fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah,” Kay muttered as her fingers worked rapidly between her legs.

Cherise leaned in and licked Danielle’s hard brown nipple.

“GOD!!” the woman exclaimed, her body shaking.

So that issue was resolved, halfway at least. Danielle climaxed with Cherise licking her nipple. The girl hadn’t even started sucking yet.

I hadn’t come yet either, and I was glad about that. I really wanted to see everything, see as much of this as I could before an orgasm overwhelmed me.

“Suck my nipple, baby,” Kay suddenly hissed to her daughter. “Suck it!”

Another step would be skipped — no flattened tongue circling the nipple, just sucking right away — and that was fine with me.

Addison curled up next to her mom. Smiling, looking as happy as I had ever seen the girl, she ran her tongue one time around the engorged pink nipple, then took the breast in her mouth.

Kay didn’t climax immediately. Perhaps she wanted to put it off, as I was attempting, so she could enjoy the delicious sensations a little longer. I’ve never had a child, and I doubt I ever will, but I do love having my nipples sucked by a pretty girl. I can only imagine how wonderful it would be if that girl was your own beautiful daughter.

At any rate, Kay was petting Addison’s hair, cooing to the child. She was still masturbating, and breathing hard, though her fingers were not moving quite as fast as before.

Meanwhile, Cherise had crawled onto her mother’s lap. Danielle had an arm around the girl, and with the other hand was cupping a breast, raising it, offering the erect nipple to her daughter.

I watched as Cherise looked up into Danielle’s eyes. They gazed at one another for a moment, then the woman bent down, tenderly kissing the child’s lips.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Danielle whispered.

Cherise giggled, squirming with excitement like a kid at Christmas. Then she took the offered nipple, closing her lips over it, and began to suck. Danielle groaned, and the hand that had been holding her breast went back between her legs, rubbing her clit.

“So nice,” I murmured to myself, “so nice.”

I had a finger deep inside my cunt, slowly moving in and out. My other hand was on my chest, squeezing my tits, pulling and twisting the nipples. I was getting close, almost on the edge, nearly there. But still I wanted to wait, hoping to see two more things…

First, would Kay allow herself to reach climax as Danielle had done? Or did she perhaps think that would be taboo, going a little too far? Second, would the girls do even more, maybe do what I’d fantasized about, sliding their hands down to touch their mother’s pussies? That would be so amazing to see!

The first question was soon answered.

Although Kay had briefly seemed to slow things down a bit, she was quickly heating up again. I could see her whole body trembling with arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, face shiny with sweat, fingers moving faster now between her legs.

Then I heard her say the exact same thing she’d said to me only a few hours earlier. “That’s right, suck Mommy’s nipple, baby girl. Make Mommy come!”

Addison opened her eyes. Without releasing the tit from her mouth, she turned her head slightly and looked up at her mother.

“Uh-huh,” Kay nodded to her. “Make Mommy come, little girl. Make Mommy come!”

The child grinned. I could actually see Kay’s fat pink nipple inside Addison’s mouth, held between her teeth, before she resumed her eager sucking.

I was rubbing myself faster too, no longer avoiding my clit but squeezing it with my juicy, slippery fingers, feeling that wonderful surge from within, the thrilling rise of an impending climax.

“Goddamn yes!” said Kay. “Make me come, little baby! Mommy wants to come while you suck her fucking nipple!!”

And with these thrillingly dirty words, the woman soared over the top, gasping and shuddering.

I came with her, and in the moment before I was forced to shut my eyes, I saw Danielle reach climax again as well. She groaned and shook, one hand clamped between her legs, the other clutching Cherise’s head, pulling her little girl’s face against her breast.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Naughty Mommy

“This is a really good experience for you,” I said to Addison and Cherise, giving them a saucy smile, “you know, like, a learning experience.”

They were seated on Kay’s king-size bed, leaning on pillows propped against the headboard. Their legs were spread apart, small fingers wet and gooey. I was in front of them, on my knees.

Next to me, on either side, were the two women, the girls’ mothers, Kay and Danielle. The five of us were nude and we were all breathing hard. We had just finished climaxing together for a second time that afternoon, masturbating to orgasm as we watched one another and described our erotic fantasies.

“See, the thing is, sexual arousal is only partly physical,” I explained, while wiping sweat from my forehead. “Mostly, in fact, it’s mental. How turned on you get will depend more on what you’re thinking than on what you’re doing, or even on what someone else is doing to you or with you. Unless you think something is sexy and arousing, it’s not.”

This was yet another verity I’d learned from Gina, my beloved guru. I was so incredibly grateful to her. Every young girl should have someone like Gina to lead and guide them, starting around puberty or even earlier. Our world would be a much better place if they did.

“And you know what?” I added with a leer. “Right now what I’m thinking about is how much I want to lick your little pussies.”

The kids both giggled. “Okay!” chirped Addison, pulling her knees back, offering herself to me.

“Is that all right with you?” I asked their moms, turning from side to side.

“Hell yeah, it is,” said Kay. “I’d love to see that.”

Danielle nodded. “Me too, definitely.” Her hands were already working between her legs again, as were Kay’s.

By now I was getting somewhat used to this bizarre situation, although if I stopped and thought about it for long, it was nearly impossible to comprehend. I was being allowed — no, more than that, urged on by these women to have sex with their daughters, only nine and ten years old, while they watched me. What an astounding, unbelievable opportunity this was!

But this wasn’t the right time to be thinking about that. This was the time to do it!

And I did. I spent the next hour or so licking Cherise and Addison, tasting them, fingering their soft pink vaginas, sucking on their clits, making them both come — more than once, by the way. And while I was enjoying their sweet young bodies, I also made sure to spend plenty of time teaching the girls, explaining what I was doing and why, so that when they had their turns, when the kids were licking me or each other, they would know just what to do, how to provide the most satisfaction.

I wanted to give these girls the same thing Gina had given me — not only the pleasure of lovemaking, but an education in the pleasure of lovemaking. That was something that would last far longer, I knew, than any relationship they had with me, however long that might continue.

Of course, as you can imagine, Addison and Cherise weren’t the only ones to reach climax while this oral instruction was taking place. Their mothers watched very closely, sometimes adding a bit of advice, and continually rubbing themselves. I didn’t even try to keep count, but I’m positive the women came at least as many times as their daughters and probably a lot more. (At one point, I managed to wriggle a hand down between my legs and get myself off too. I really needed it.)

With all this excitement, and after so many lovely orgasms between us, along with the close intimacy of sharing our sexual fantasies, I decided it was time now to take the next step.

I’d been lying prone on the bed, and I pushed myself up. It was already starting to get dark outside. Although the clock on the bedside table said it was just past 5:00, the days were still fairly short. I sat quietly, hands resting on my knees, waiting for the others to settle down and turn their attention to me.

It was Danielle who’d had the most recent orgasm, although hers had occurred only a few seconds after I made Cherise come in my mouth. At any rate, those two were still slowly recovering. After about another minute, they were ready.

I took my tits in my hands, fingers lightly fondling the nipples. Looking at Cherise and Addison, I said, “Last Saturday, and then a little more today, I was teaching you guys about, um, about licking pussy. You both did pretty well last week, and in a while maybe we’ll try again and see how much of that you remember. But right now there’s another thing.”

As I said this, I looked down at my breasts, drawing the girls’ eyes there too. I squeezed and pulled my hard nipples, making them even longer and thicker.

“I want you to learn how to make love to a woman’s breasts, to her boobs, how to get her excited not by touching her pussy but by playing with her tits. You can do this with a girl too, of course, not only a woman — except if the girl is young, her nipples might not be very sensitive. But after her boobies have started growing, maybe at around twelve years old or so, you can give her a whole lot of pleasure that way. So that’s what our main lesson is going to be tonight, okay? Touching and kissing and licking and sucking a woman’s breasts.”

I heard a sigh of approval from Kay and turned to her. She was cradling her boobs, plumping them up, thumbs playing over the tips of her nipples.

“Nice,” I nodded.

She grinned at me while running her tongue around her lips. This was my chance, I realized, exactly what I’d been hoping for.

“Can I demonstrate with you?” I asked.

“What?!” Kay’s eyebrows shot up. Obviously my question had surprised her. She frowned, slowly shaking her head.

I’d known this would be a major hurdle to overcome. Up until now, all the actual lovemaking had been between me and the girls. I hadn’t touched the women, at least not much, and they hadn’t touched me. But now I was asking to cross a boundary, to let the kids see sexual activity between me and their moms. Would Kay and Danielle go along with that, or would they object?

“It’s, you know, for teaching purposes. I just want to show the girls what to do. And I’ll start by doing it with you. All right?”

“But, I…”

“Come on, Mom,” said Addison. “I really wanna see that. I need to learn how.”

“Well…”

“Pleeease?”

I hadn’t coached Addison in this, and yet her begging was exquisitely timed and perfectly calculated.

Still shaking her head a bit, but with a smile creeping in, Kay said, “Just for teaching, huh?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Well, mostly, anyhow. I won’t deny that I’ll enjoy it, and I certainly hope you will too.”

The woman chuckled. Her hands, which had dropped to her sides when I asked the question, came back up to her breasts, gently massaging again. “Well, if you really think it’s important, then I suppose we can do that.”

“Yay!” Addison clapped.

I smiled at the girl, and thanked her mom. Before beginning, however, I turned briefly to Danielle. “It’s only fair, of course, that after I do this little demonstration with Kay, I’ll do the same thing with you, all right?”

Her eyebrows went up too, but she didn’t argue, and no cajoling was needed from her daughter. “Uh, y-yes, okay,” Danielle said, nodding quickly. “That’s fine.”

I noticed Cherise licking her lips as she gazed at her mother’s erect nipples. That made my clit tingle, and I squeezed my legs together. God, I really hoped I would be able to make this happen, get Cherise and Addison involved with their moms. That would be so exciting to see!

Turning back to Kay, I asked, “Are you ready?”

She was sitting on her knees, hands clasped in front of her, waiting for me. “Uh-huh,” she nodded.

I paused a moment, appreciating her allure. Although she wasn’t as pretty as Danielle — who after all was a former model — and not nearly so slender, Kay certainly was a desirable woman. She had cute legs, a reasonably narrow waist along with a bit of a tummy, lovely auburn hair that fell in waves around her shoulders, an attractive open, friendly face with an engaging smile, and best of all, those full round breasts, capped with swollen pink nipples.

I’ve mentioned before that I tend to be drawn to girls mostly, rather than women, but Kay really turned me on, not only her appearance but her attitude. She exuded sexuality.

Again I squeezed my legs together as my eyes ran up and down Kay’s body. I definitely wanted this woman. When she saw how I was ogling her, she winked at me.

I returned the gesture, then looked at the girls and began teaching.

“Okay, so, the first thing is, when you touch a woman’s breasts, don’t just jump in, grabbing and squeezing them right away. It’s usually better to start kind of slow. Let me show you.”

I placed my hands lightly on Kay’s shoulders, let them run briefly down her arms, then back to the top of her chest.

“Remember how I taught you to use your fingertips when you’re touching yourself? Like, bringing them up along the insides of your legs, just the tips of your fingers?”

The kids both nodded.

“That’s the same way you should start when making love with a woman’s breasts. You know, very delicately, sort of teasing. Run your fingers around her boobs first, not really touching them yet, but just right around the edges, okay?”

I demonstrated as I explained this, my fingers circling Kay’s large breasts, tickling the undersides. She shivered a bit, and her breath was coming faster.

“Now, when you put your hands on her boobs, don’t touch the nipples at first, but again just go in little circles around them. Like this.”

Kay’s tits certainly were her best feature. They were nearly perfect, so tempting. I had to restrain myself from grabbing them right away, putting my mouth over her nipples and sucking. It wasn’t easy to resist, to take it slow, but I kept telling myself I was supposed to be teaching — and anyway, this was all intended to lead up to something even more exciting. That’s what I had to keep in mind.

“If you do it right,” I went on, “then pretty soon, before long, the woman probably will beg you for more. Her nipples will be getting firm, erect, they might even be aching.”

“Yes, they are,” Kay confirmed, her voice a bit shaky. “Damn right they are.”

This made the girls giggle.

“Keep watching now,” I said to the youngsters. “You can move in closer if you want. Make sure you can see everything.”

They did, edging in until their little faces were only a few inches away from Kay’s boobs.

“Do you know what an erogenous zone is?” I asked them.

Addison said, “No,” and Cherise shook her head.

“Well, see, those are the most sensitive areas on a woman’s body, the places that will get the strongest responses when you touch them or lick them. We’ve already talked about touching your thighs, especially the insides. And there’s also her mouth, of course, her lips and her tongue, not to mention her pussy.”

The kids giggled again.

“But next to her clit, the other most sensitive part of a woman’s body is her nipples. Again, though, like I said, it will usually feel best for her if you go slow. Don’t just start by grabbing right away. Instead, touch just the very tip at first. Put the end of your finger on the end of her nipple, and rub in a tiny circle. It works even better if you get your finger wet. Just lick the end of it, and then rub the tip of her nipple, doing those little circles, like this…”

“Fuck,” sighed Kay, “that feels so good.”

“You should do this with both nipples,” I told Addison and Cherise, demonstrating for them as they leaned in close to watch.

“And then, after you’ve spent some time teasing the tips, getting her nice and excited, another thing you can do with your fingers is — well, let me show you.”

I placed my hands gently over Kay’s breasts, fingers in a cone shape, then slowly drew them up, bringing them together, lightly squeezing and pulling the nipples. I repeated this several times, with Kay breathing faster, her body starting to tremble.

“You see?” I said to the kids. “You can tell how much she likes it, right?”

They nodded in agreement.

“Now, the next thing will be to use your mouth and your tongue.”

I heard a groan from Danielle. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that she was masturbating, one hand briskly rubbing her pussy, the other squeezing a breast, pinching the hard nipple. I gave her a smile, then returned to my task.

Addressing the girls, I asked, “Do you remember when I taught you about licking my clit, how to start by just flicking your tongue over the end a couple times?”

Once more they nodded, beaming with interest and enthusiasm.

“Well, it’s the same thing with her nipple. In fact, you can pretty much treat them the same way, all right? Whatever feels good with one will feel good with the other. You get what I mean?”

“Uh-huh,” said Cherise, with Addison adding, “Yup.”

“So, I’ll do that, and you guys watch. Just the tip of my tongue, right over the end of her nipple…”

Kay gasped when I did this with the first nipple. I looked up into her eyes and grinned. She licked her lips, chest quickly rising and falling. I moved to the other breast, flicking my tongue over the stiff nipple. She moaned, her head falling back.

Again I turned to the girls. “Okay, let’s see how much you remember from last week. What was the next thing I taught you to do, after flicking your tongue over the end of my clit?”

“Um, it was, to make it flat,” said Cherise. “Make your tongue flat, and, like, lay it over your clit and then rub up and down.”

“That’s right, exactly right,” I smiled.

“I remember too,” said Addison.

“Good, I’m sure you do. So that’s what I’ll do now with your mom, with her breast.”

I put my tongue over one nipple, rubbing slowly around in circles, letting the tip of my tongue tease the sides of her swollen bud. I didn’t start sucking yet, though I dearly wanted to, but just licked.

Kay was moaning loudly, her whole body trembling. “Can I… can I touch myself?” she asked, voice thick with arousal.

“Yes,” I said to her, drawing away briefly. “That’s fine. Don’t hold back. You can do whatever feels natural to you. As long as we’re teaching the girls, we should let them see how a woman responds, let them see everything, okay?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushed, forehead shiny with sweat. One hand went down between her legs, going to work, but at the same time she arched her back, thrusting her chest out to me. “Go on,” she urged. “Do it some more.”

And so I did. I licked the woman’s delicious nipples while her daughter and the other girl watched. I knew Danielle was masturbating, as was Kay, although I couldn’t see Danielle because she was behind me. Neither of the children were touching themselves at this point, just carefully observing.

After a minute or so, when it seemed that Kay might be getting near a peak, almost ready to come, I stopped, turning to Cherise and Addison.

“Now, the final thing is to suck her nipples, just like you did when you were a baby.”

The kids smiled and giggled, wriggling with excitement.

“This can feel incredibly good,” I told them, “but you’ll have to find out how each of your partners likes it best. Some women love sucking, while others prefer just kissing or licking. And some women even like it when you bite their nipples or tug on them with your teeth. You should try different things — and of course you can ask her what turns her on the most.”

As the girls nodded, I said to Addison, “Do you think we should ask your mom how she likes it best?”

“Yeah!” the child grinned.

“Okay, so, why don’t you ask her, and then I’ll do whatever she tells you she likes best.”

Addison’s eyebrows went up. “Really?”

“Sure,” I told her. “That’s how you learn, by asking questions. Go on, ask her what she likes.”

“Um, okay…”

Her big blue eyes wide, Addison took a deep breath, and swallowed. Then she said, “Mom? How, um, I mean, what do you like best when, you know, when somebody is doing stuff with your tits?”

Kay smiled at her daughter. “Well, honey, I do love having my nipples sucked. That really turns me on.”

“Me too!” Danielle blurted. “I just love that, it just, I, I — UNNHH!!”

She was coming. I hadn’t been paying much attention to Danielle, and didn’t realize how close she was. But it was perfectly fine. As I’d said to Kay, I wanted them not to hold back, to let the girls see the results of our erotic activity.

We all turned to look at Danielle. Her eyes were shut tight, beautiful face in a grimace. Both hands were between her legs, covering her mound. Her long fingers glistened with her fragrant, gooey juices. She gasped and grunted, body jerking with climactic spasms.

I waited, watching, taking it in. As I mentioned before, Gina taught me to have the highest regard for the sight of a woman or a girl in sexual ecstasy, to revere the spectacle. There is nothing more fulfilling in life, more breathtaking, than to witness that, especially if you have been part of bringing it about.

So we sat and observed for perhaps half a minute, letting Danielle finish. She shuddered and groaned, the heady scent of her orgasm filling the room, until at last she began to calm down, her muscles relaxing. After a deep breath, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at us, then drew her hands away from her sex, raising one to her mouth to suck her fingers, the other going to her breasts, rubbing the slippery lubrication on her erect nipples.

“Nice,” I said to her. “Very, very nice. Thank you so much for letting us watch that.”

“You’re welcome,” Danielle chuckled, blushing a bit.

“And now,” I asked Addison, “would you like to watch me suck your mother’s nipples?”

“Yeah!” exclaimed the nine-year-old.

I turned back to Kay, looking at her for a moment. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, but now she brought it up, taking her large breasts in her hands, lifting them and offering them to me.

“You are so hot,” I told her, and as I said the words, I started masturbating too, massaging my clit. I didn’t really mean to, but I couldn’t help it. I was extremely turned on, filled with lust.

Trying to stay in control of myself, to remember that I was teaching, I leaned in toward the woman, my mouth approaching her breast. I gazed at the swollen nipple, so enticing, irresistible. After licking it once, I sighed and put my mouth over her tit, greedily sucking.

“Fuck, yeah,” she hissed, “that’s right, suck my nipple, little girl. Suck Mommy’s nipple.”

I wasn’t sure if Kay realized what she was saying or if she understood the effect this might have on the children, especially her daughter. But she didn’t stop. She continued to say sexy things like that while holding my head in one hand, pulling me in close. Although my eyes were shut and I couldn’t see what she was doing, I could feel that her other hand was between her legs again, rubbing her cunt.

“Suck Mommy’s nipple, baby girl,” urged Kay. “Make Mommy come.”

I heard a loud squeal from Addison and felt the mattress bounce and shake beneath us. She must have started playing with herself and quickly climaxed, falling heavily on her side. That’s what I assumed anyway, but I didn’t stop to figure it out.

Instead, I switched to the other breast, sucking Kay’s nipple, hearing her talk dirty to me, smelling her juices — or maybe Danielle’s, or Addison’s, or even my own — I was still masturbating, and I rubbed my pussy faster. It was so fucking hot, having this woman’s tit in my mouth, playing with my clit, listening to the naughty things she said, knowing that her young daughter was watching it all, or had been at least, before she came.

“Suck my nipple, make me come, I’m so close!” Kay cried.

I sucked even harder, licking and biting her nipple — and then suddenly I started coming. I could feel the surge swelling up from within. I wanted to slow things down, to stop myself, but I just couldn’t.

When I was nearly overcome, primed and ready to explode, I released Kay’s nipple from my mouth, uttering, “I can’t — I can’t —!”

But she didn’t hear me. Kay was already climaxing herself. We came together, a woman and a teenage girl enjoying the exquisite pleasures of taboo lesbian sex.

 

We rested for just a few minutes after that, and then, as promised, I duplicated the “teaching example” with Danielle. I again showed the girls how to arouse a woman by making love to her breasts, beginning with the light touch of fingers, followed by some nipple play, and finally with sucking.

It turned out this did not go on even half as long as my session with Kay. Partly that was because I’d already given the instruction and didn’t have to repeat much of what I’d said, but also because Danielle was so turned on. She didn’t hesitate to start rubbing herself as soon as the lesson began, and when I licked one of her stiff nipples for the first time, flicking my tongue over the tip, she immediately climaxed. It wasn’t an especially huge orgasm, but it was an orgasm nonetheless, and so I waited briefly to let her finish before moving to the other nipple.

I had noticed that as Cherise was listening to my words and watching everything I did, she’d begun masturbating too, hands caressing her smooth labia. The ten-year-old was breathing hard now, face turning red.

“Make sure you come in real close,” I told her, “so you can see it all and don’t miss a thing.”

“Okay.”

And as I leaned in to lick Danielle’s long brown nipple, Cherise scooted up beside me, her cheek almost touching mine. She watched intently, still rubbing herself, as I flicked my tongue over the end of the nipple, and I could sense the girl breathing harder. When I flattened my tongue, first licking up and down, then around in circles on Danielle’s tit, I heard a series of urgent whimpers from Cherise. It seemed that she was getting very close.

“Do you want me to suck her nipple now?” I asked. “Do you want to see that?”

“Yes,” the child squeaked. By this time she was huffing and puffing, barely able to speak, right on the edge.

The moment I put my mouth over the breast, when Cherise saw me beginning to suck her mom’s nipple, she burst into climax, crying out and leaning against my back, her lovely slender body shaking in delirious pleasure. Danielle came too, very hard, mother and daughter sharing a simultaneous orgasm, with me nestled between them.

I didn’t stop sucking right away, just continued to enjoy myself, nursing at Danielle’s tit and stimulating her, as I marveled at my astonishing good fortune. How much luckier could I possibly be?

Continue on to Chapter 8